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baekhvuns · 2 years ago

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BAEK WHAT'S WITH THE "MATURE" CONTENT AGAIN, WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THAT'S APPARENTLY SO MATURE 😭🧐😂

Anyways, I need to split the message into 2 separate ones cause it won't send 🙄 guess I had a lot to say

London who? I don't know her! I've lived in Prague for a while, so I'm okay with it, was thinking of going back to Berlin actually, but I'll see how it goes!

About SM, I was really hoping for Taeyeon's come back, but now... and Fifty Fifty are truly speed running the kpop experience, escaped nugudom quickly, got a massive hit, now they're suing. I can't believe SM is thinking of debuting a new gg NOW?! I'm so sick and tired of them. Now they announced more rookies, probably for NCT Tokyo if it's still happening :V why remove Sungtaro just to add one Korean and one Japanese rookie???

Okay so Hear Me Out! I like it more that I imagined? It's chill, but catchy, finally a song I can easily listen to, but it's not too boring and coming from me it's a big compliment hahdhaggagshahasgga I like that it's lowkey, even though EXO deserves better, but at least they didn't give them a song with 10 switches, chanting and cringy lyrics. I'm curious about the title track! And BAEK, TEN, TAEYONG X TAEMIN CHALLENGE??? Man is collecting SuperM, to think we could've gotten Kai too... :(

Mr Byun Bakehyun's teaser photos? 👀 Again, simple teasers, yet impactful and nice looking. KQ can't relate 🤡🤡🤡 I was browsing through Pinterest and came across some cybercore photos, literally taken with smartphones and they looked more aesthetically pleasing and interesting than whatever Ateez has going on 😭

AND MINHO X SANHWA AAAAAAA WHEN I TELL YOU I FUCKING DIED! Finally manifested something good 😭😭😭❤❤❤

But this comeback is bitter sweet, because of Onew, Kibum has a cold, Taemin fell off the stage?! Why are they cursed :/// but I'm still happy to see them back, I watched Idol Human Theater and they were as weird as ever

Omg, is this another unpopular and controversial NCT take, but... I can't enjoy Haechan's vocals, he can sing, but his tone is too nasal for my liking, I know he contrasts well with other 127 vocalists, but 😭 and sometimes they mess with his voice and add autotune so it makes it worse. I don't really listen to Dreamies, but I definitely think he fits them more, I know both him and Mark love their groups, but be fr, they shouldn't be that overworked.

When I heard Jamal rap in 2 Baddies my heart dropped, glad he got Perfume at least. And now he's playing a murderer?! See, but 127 could totally do some rock/metal shit, something like Guerrilla and let Yuta scream! SM let Yuta yell challenge, he needs it! Or even something like Taeyong's Ghost, especially after the switch up when the song went a bit crazy insane. I got the vision 👀 SM hire me so I can bring some justice and infiltrate the HQ

Btw, finally the whole cover, perhaps he read our messages 👀 (ok, but I mentioned the cover to him, so what if he listened to me ahgdhagshshsgshs - delulu) https://www.instagram.com/reel/CuEx-7fIBm2/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Btw how's that Yunho fic been treating you? 😅 I need to re-read Bodyguard soon for the anniversary - DV 💖

i actually hate it here bc i answered this entire ask and it did not save ☺️☺️

BAEK WHAT'S WITH THE "MATURE" CONTENT AGAIN, WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THAT'S APPARENTLY SO MATURE 😭🧐😂 /// Anyways, I need to split the message into 2 separate ones cause it won't send 🙄 guess I had a lot to say /// London who? I don't know her! I've lived in Prague for a while, so I'm okay with it, was thinking of going back to Berlin actually, but I'll see how it goes!

NO BC IM ACTUALLY SO MAD AT THEM THEY DO THIS EVERY ASK AND I HAVE TO SEND IN THE REVIEW FOR IT LIKE COMEON and now i had answered this entire ask. but tumblr glitched. and. i don’t have anything. TO PRAGUE??? ANON WHERE HAVE U NOT LIVED ATP??? LIKE I GOTTA START A YOUTUBE TRAVEL VLOG CHANNEL I WILL BE UR PATERON SUBSCRIBER, EXTRA MONEY OM THE SIDE SOUNDS PRETTY GOOD TO ME ANON 🤚🏻🤚🏻let’s see if this gets labeled 😭😭

ur right i wish they treat her better esp w the concerts and the mismanagement she’s experiencing, like sm?? this is so true bc this is how it feels like

NOOO LITERALLY I JUST KNOW RHEY WILL DEBUT A 9 NUMBER GG THAT RESEMBLES SNSD AND FHEN PUT THEM IN KWANGYA, MY EXACT QUESTION??? WHY TAKE SUNGTARO OUT IF UR GONNA PUT THEM IN DIFF FONTS BACK IN NCT??? glad to have the resonance album bc at least they were in it even for 1 second 😭😭😭

it’s chill it’s catchy it’s warm it’s exo! and it’s so lowkey, makes me smile whenever i hear it ive been playing it any chance i get bc the “head me out hear me out” is STUCK IN MY HEAD like the song be making ur hips move and im into this! proper bside material 🤚🏻 YEAH IM GLAD THEY DIDNT GIVE THEM THE KWANGYA LYRICS and the way they were supposed to collab w h.e.r. sm ent im about to end u. sometimes i just wish that pink one looks too good the photos seem pretty litty 😭😭

the title track is called cream soda….and is a apparently very sexy with sensual vocals?? and a mix of kokobop and love shot?? yeah it’s over for me. I SAW THAT BAEK X TAEMIN AND SUPERM CRUMBS 😭😭😭 THEY BOTH LOOKED SO CUTE DBWNHDKW and for that, fUCK RAVI. KAI IS DEVOURING THE VAMPIRE CONCEPT SO LIKE CHEST, BED ROOM EYES AND FRAT BOY LOOK FHWKFHWK FUCK RAVI FUCK SM !!!!! looked at the track list for the album and this album is about fucking and???

now. do not even get me started on that. i saw them when i was in bed, just barely had woken up eyes but and w the new twt update i was panicking and then the photos dropped and when i tell u. i fell. i FELL.

CUNTRESS IS IN THE HOUSE THE EYESHADOW BAEKHYUN US BACK!!! 200K LIKES AND 30K QUOTES??? STOP LOOKING AT HIM???? yes!! simple but effective, they let their features and makeup and filters do the work, the rest is up to the photographer pls kq look at them 😭😭 those atz edits w cyber core is so much better like kq pls hire some atinys atp we volunteer to be the pictorial management

Also I still haven't made up my mind about the album, like it has its moments, but I don't feel like listening to it apart from Bouncy, even some of my non-Atiny friends love it so it did something to my brain 😭 /// AND MINHO X SANHWA AAAAAAA WHEN I TELL YOU I FUCKING DIED! Finally manifested something good 😭😭😭❤❤❤

i agree, i only listen to the bouncy chorus part and haven’t gone back to it,, LMFAOOO TELL THEM TO STAY AWAY FROM SEONGHWA HE BITES !!! NO FBWJDJW WE WON WE LITERALLY WON?? AND SANS DAD KNOWING MINHOS FAMILY LIKE HE GOT MORE CONNECTIONS THAN SAN 😭😭😭😭

Love your thoughts on Hard and agree, this is my AOTY, sorry to everyone else! I get that people may dislike Hard, but certain Shawols are so annoying, Shinee isn't just View and Replay, this is the group who released RDD for fuck's sake, haven't they heard Alive...? They're no strangers to weird music, and Hard isn't even that experimental... these fans know what's up https://twitter.com/SaraOT5/status/1674250382044721152?t=3j6cx8BgfEE7d1WuMd6onw&s=19 /// But this comeback is bitter sweet, because of Onew, Kibum has a cold, Taemin fell off the stage?! Why are they cursed :/// but I'm still happy to see them back, I watched Idol Human Theater and they were as weird as ever

NO CAUSE HARD IS MY SOTY!!!!! i randomly do the hard like a criminal and the step any chance i get like im doing it as i type this,, it’s my new rover after bouncy 😭😭😭NO THEY ARE RIGHT!! ppl say they want a diverse discography and when they get it it’s still a problem??? like damned if u do damned if u don’t??? like yeah they aren’t gonna do replay forever??? replay came out a decade ago like let it go?? ppl need to enjoy music and it’s diversity,, at least it’s not the same!! “they were as weird as ever” ah what a relief 😮‍💨

okay i can def see points made here esp about the auto tune part where it messes w his voice his voice absolutely fits dreams, they’ve got some good songs! very classic boyband but nct core,, maybe that’s why his tone fits their songs better, slightly fitted to towards slowed songs esp ballads! NO BC SOMEONE GOTS TO CHECK MARKS CONTRACT AND IF HES BEING PAID

JAMAL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 LMFAOOO BFQKHDWK JUMPSCARE NAURR 😭😭😭 his voice in perfume sounds so pretty!! ANS A MURDERER??? i hope it doesn’t like jinx him bc all nct projects like this fuck them over and never see the day of light i just hope it works out bc i wanna see him play a psycho role <33 UR RIGHT NCT COULD DO GUERRILLA SO WELL AND YES LET YUTA SCREAM 😭😭😭 no bc sm gotta hire us, at least we can fix their mess and mass clean their hq

IM NOT RVWNBFBWKFHWKD HE DID THIS FOR U !!!! IT WAS FOR U HE HEARD U !!!! IDC WE ARE DELULU TONIGHT HE DID THIS FOR U!!!

Btw how's that Yunho fic been treating you? 😅 I need to re-read Bodyguard soon for the anniversary - DV 💖 /// Part 2 lol (hope it sends, the fuck is going on with this website. It's still better than Twitter, but still 💀)

see the thing is i have it ready, i have the teaser ready all set up and tagged, but i get extremely nervous to post bc it’s been so long and i have been trying to post since friday and i just talk myself out if bc i become scared 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Omggg, Don't get me started on yet another New Jeans controversy. Dumb fucks trying to justify MHJ's behaviour every single time??? Why are they dickriding her so hard?! I don't get why NJ's have such deranged fans. See, ETA is an unfortunate title, but it could be a coincidence and I could totally believe it was supposed to mean Estimated Time of Arrival if it wasn't for the names?! This bitch feeds off attention (fitting) whether it's positive or negative and people eat it up every single time. Ofc the song and MV won't be centred around terr*rism (at least I hope so), but the inspo is there anyway... I had to block someone I know for being annoying about it

NOO, LITERALLY EVEYRTING U SAID HERE FACTUAL!!!! i actually do not one bit believe that she did not know anything about this, trying to stir up stuff so ppl talk about the comeback, abspielte pathetic,, sure the title eta os random (honestly ive never heard of this name before) but the names???? THE NAMES???? i can’t fathom the fact that she knew what she was doing yet is still gonna use it as an aesthetic??? idk if this a hybe thing bec do u rmr the polls?? 😭😭

Speaking of comic/manga theme, don't know if you've seen the covers of Pentagon's Love or Take https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2UI4HR2dYn0 I own all the versions and they're so pretty!

I HAVENT NOT AND IM OBSESSED BC WHAT THE FUCK???? i need this bad this is such a refreshing concept like omg??? kq pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1674135298790379522?t=bBkkShDrAMx-DXs9YhXB2g&s=19 <- BESTIE WE NEED TO MANIFEST HARDER LIKE, HE'S SURROUNDING HIMSELF WITH YSL AND BEGGING AT THIS POINT 😭 I just don't understaaaaaaaand. He's a popular member, looks like a model, why aren't they calling him?!?!?! All the gifts from Lego and Animal Crossing are cute, but come one fashion world DON'T PISS ME OFF

HES ASKING FOR IT COMEON YSL LISTEN TO HIM 😭😭😭😭 need him to go there and pretend to be THE guy 😭😭😭 kq gotta hurry bc ive heard the manager’s set them up with brands idols want and get connections 😭😭😭😭

Btw, not to be that Shitstar, but this https://twitter.com/helytes/status/1672898558285021188?t=uzX2UfZQWUqzoAFyG3UE0g&s=19 annoyed me, like wtf bitch?! Sure I clowned him for not being a gangster, but if you watched all the Bouncy challenges or his fan cams (gotta rant about this too, because his fan cams this cb are really baaaad, he's always hidden, either by cameramen or... Hongjoong's crotch 😭) you'd see that he SELLS the concept well. Not sure why KQ decided to underutilise him, they gave him the rap part which was a big event for some people, but other than that he's invisible (sorry he got them awful grillz too...) idk something about it is just... iffy. Just had to vent 🤧

no wait ive also noticed the fancams being blocked or filmed horribly 😭😭😭 UR RIGHT HE SELLS THE CONCEPT, his swagger and the facial expressions (keep that tongue inside mr park) + the way he carries himself around the concept is just immaculate,, the grills and the constant way he shows it off irks me for like no apparent reason 😭😭😭

Did this for us, our sweet Shawol and such a successful fan! https://twitter.com/pshsource/status/1674030496521547778?t=NfhIMOBKvKmp2eKbaDCg7A&s=19

never been this jealous of hwa and san of meeting shinee like that 😀

Also bestie what's with Neymar, I saw that he cheated, but only read his apology yesterday and 🤡🤡🤡🤡 embarrassing. When people apologise for cheating and act dramatic like that I can't help but laugh, even though it's such a shitty situation obviously. You wanted to get wet with someone else and now you're acting like a lovesick Jane Austen male lead??? And the girl is pregnant 💀💀💀💀 footballers stay faithful challenge

LMFAOOOO NO BC I SAW THAT AND LAUGHED SO HARD LIKE HE MADE A WHOLE POST ABT IT HES SO EMBARRASSING AND DURING BRUNA BEING PREGNANT??? SCREAMED BC BRUNAS SISTER WAS THE FIRST ONE TO TREAT HIM LIKE AN ADULT THIS STORY HAD ME CRYING TBWKFJAJJDQLBDWK he’s a player on and off the field like messi truly the only good guy i guess 😭😭

and the way he’s having a daughter, yeah that’s his karma for cheating she’ll show him 🤚🏻

Started King the Land and it's so cliche, but the right type of cliche for me and Yoona x Junho are so good together. Not them getting dating rumours already nsgsjahshaggsgsgaha??? Hilarious, but also the amount of people shipping them, lol, their chemistry is truly great

I DBWKDHAK I KEEP GASPING AT JUNHO LIKE HE FITS THE ROLE SO WELL??? he’s styled so well and i just, i just i get the butterflies when i see him <3 he’s sick and the mole on his nose bridge god 😭😭 in my absolute peak, PEAK delulu era,, UR RIGHT ITS THE RIGHT AMT OF CLICHE I ACTUALLY LOVE IT,, when yoona says “wait im going to war??” and he just loses it hAD ME CRYING 😭😭😭 NO BC I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE THE NEWS I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THEY ARE NOT DATING I HAVE A GUT FEELING IT MIGHT BE MORE THAN JUST DATING anyway this is me AND IM A DELULU BC OF THIS THEY LOOK SO WELL TOGETHER TOO

but do u know what we need. a woo do hwan ceo au. idc someone has to do it, after the drama w lee minho seeing him in that suit had me drooling

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CuAsHUaABJw/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== LIKE DO U SEE HIM

Nah this is crazy, because if Ten was a London boy and art student chances are we would meet and... imagine that 😮 https://twitter.com/TENsfeed/status/1675848474494119936?t=Ii-TKhJWZ9sCHAqmxh6lvA&s=19 - DV 💖

STOP??????? HE WOULDVE BEEN BRI’ISH?? IMAGINE THAT??? and if u were friends w him 🤨 will start my delulu bc if mark wasn’t in nct right now he would’ve been in town 😭😭😭

also this is so fucking funny he’s so nosy 😭😭😭😭 i love it

my two worlds uniting like 😭😭

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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wisteria-lodge · 2 years ago

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I have a couple ideas for tv shows and movies to sort, if you can and have the time and energy. Just pick and choose, or whatever else you feel like.

Raya and The Last Dragon

Ms Marvel

Fate: Winx Club

Ghostbusters, both versions.

High School The Musical The Series

High School Musical 1, 2, and 3

Legend of Korra

Out in the Outback

Anne with an e

Moana

Frozen I and II

And is the tv show of Sherlock Holmes different than in the books?

I'm not sure which you sorted earlier, so if you sorted the show already, ignore me.

Also, take your time with this ask, if you do it at all. It's a lot and more than is fair to ask you , I just had some ideas that may be interesting to analyse so I wanted to give them to you. However, do not tire yourself out, overwork, be overwhelmed or stress. This are just ideas, not even suggestions or requests. Just do whatever you both want to and can, whenever you can and want to and IF you want to and can.

Thanks for creating your blog, it's awesome!

I am totally planning to sort Raya, Moana, and Frozen when I get there in my Disney Ladies sorting series... but I'm not totally sure when that would be.

I do think Doyle!Sherlock Holmes is a Badger Snake (I'm willing to entertain the possibility that he's a particularly chaotic rapid-fire bird, but I do think Snake is more likely.) Either way, he models a 'I play the game for the game's own sake' Bird primary over the top, and built himself a data-collecting Bird secondary, and possibly an Actor Bird as well, although a lot of that is Snake shifting.

Elementary!Sherlock Holmes actually is a Double Bird, and falls in queer-platonic love with Watson because she Helps With His Work. Honestly in order to make the show's premise work as well as it does you have to shift Holmes in a more Bird Primary direction, because Badger primary Holmes would would not have made the shift away from his beloved London nearly as easily. And Elementary!Holmes is much more of a I-Know-A-Guy Bird secondary than the others, which is charming.

Sherlock!Sherlock Holmes is a morally bored burnt Snake primary who starts to latch onto people like Watson and Mrs Hudson (Irene, Mycroft, and even Lestrade to a degree) and the moral choices he makes revolve around them. The nicer explanation is that he's SO used to working alone that he's bad at letting these guys in on his plans, which leads to a lot of miscommunication. The less-nice explanation is that he's still young, and still unBurning, and still pretty selfish. Sherlock's "Mind Palace" Bird secondary honestly seems consciously constructed to me, in the same way that Doyle!Holmes' bird secondary is. (He's also got sort of a mind palace in the books, although he calls it a "brain attic," which is adorable.) So I suspect there might be a Snake secondary underneath there for Sherlock as WELL... but I also couldn't say for sure. It'd be a whole lot easier if we actually knew *how* he faked his death. The later seasons especially really don't like to engage with the specifics of HOW Sherlock Holmes does anything, being entirely focused on WHY.

Underneath the cut, I'm putting a list of all the properties/characters people have asked me to sort, in case someone out there is maybe looking for inspiration. (The bolded items are the ones multiple people have asked about.)

Romeo & Juliet

Frozen

Othello

Umbrella Academy (S2)

Doctor Faustus

Wuthering Heights

Dawn Summers (BtVS)

Pride and Prejudice

This is How You Lose the Time War

Hannibal

Silence of the Lambs

Euphoria

One Piece

Death Note

Star Trek: Discovery

Dragon Ball Z

Soul

10 Things I Hate About You

Queen’s Gambit

Batman Beyond

Danganronpa

Lord of the Rings

The Hobbit (films)

BBC Sherlock

Gone With the Wind

Invisible City

Penumbra Podcast

WandaVision

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Angel the Series

Gilmore Girls

Macbeth

The Originals

Bridge to Terabithia

Percy Jackson Series

Orange is the New Black

White Collar

Peaky Blinders

Never Have I Ever

Shadowhunters

Anne With An E

Powerpuff Girls (OG)

Homestuck

Sense and Sensibility

Vampire Chronicles

Temeraire Chronicles

Book of Life

Dracula

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

#sortinghatchats #shc #elementary #sherlockbbc #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes adaptations #classic lit

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rowyn-writes · 4 years ago

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Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Two

Warnings: Cursing, harassment, implied depression, mentions of small character death.

Characters: Dean, Crowley, Kevin, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Midterms were getting closer and closer. You were finally understanding the material after weeks of studying. You knew you couldn't fail this class. All you ever wanted to be was a Forensic Scientist, ever since you were younger you knew. It's probably because of all the crime shows you watched with your sister.

Your sister. Lena.

You swallowed thickly as you thought of her. You quickly pushed that out of your mind, not wanting to bring up bad memories.

You had eight more days before the midterm, and you needed a break. So you decided to go to Chuck's for a cup of coffee.

You had recently invested in a skateboard, mainly because you were tired of walking everywhere. It was also much faster to get places rather than walking.

When you arrived at the shop, you kicked up your skateboard and walked in. "Hey, Y/N." Kevin greeted from behind the counter. "What are you doing here? You have today off "

"I know. I just needed a break from studying. Thought I'd come down here to hang out for a bit." You shrugged, hopping up on the counter. "So, how's Mama Tran?"

Kevin cracked a smile as he made you your favorite coffee. "She's good. Crazy as hell, but that's why I love her."

"Ah, yes. We've all seen the wrath of your mother." You nodded, remembering the time that Mrs. Tran went off on Chuck for overworking you and Kevin.

Kevin handed you your usual cup of coffee and urged you to go sit on the couch, as there were customers coming in.

A change a scenery definitely helped you focus better. Being cooped up in your apartment 24/7 was not good for your mental health. You enjoyed being in the coffee shop, it felt very homey.

Kevin brought you another coffee, and with it, a donut. You began to refuse when he glared at you. I know you. And I know you probably haven’t eaten all day. Take it.”

You took the donut, giving him an appreciative smile. “Thanks, Kev.”

You were in there for another hour and a half when someone familiar walked in. It was Dean, and he looked to be covered in oil stains. "Can I get a large of whatever you recommend?" He asked Kevin.

"Uh. . ." Kevin hated it when the customer asked him to choose for them. Because if the hated it, he was to blame. "Y/N, what do you think he should try?"

You peeked your head out from behind you book. "Try a french vanilla macchiato." You suggested.

Dean nodded his head. "Sounds good." He glanced over in your direction. "Hey, I remember you. You're the girl that insulted my taste in Americanos."

"And rightfully so, might I say." You retorted. "They're disgusting. It's literally watered down expresso." Dean grinned, shrugging his shoulders.

"I never caught your name." He said.

"Y/N." You informed him, eyes glancing back down at your text book.

"Chemistry?" He questioned, to which you nodded. "My brother's going to college for legal studies."

"Really? Does he go to UK?"

"Nah, he got into Stanford."

You were impressed. "That was my dream school. But life had other plans for me I guess."

"Are you studying to be a scientist?" He asked.

"Yeah, actually. A Forensic Scientist."

"Wow, sounds way better than being a boring lawyer." Dean snorted.

"Different strokes for different folks." You shrugged.

"French vanilla macchiato." Kevin called out to Dean, who went to grab his coffee.

"You don't mind me sitting with you, do you?"

"No, not at all." You motioned for him to sit down. "So, do you go to college?"

"No," He laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. "My brother inherited most of the brains. I work at Singer's Salvage Shop down the road."

You recognized the name of the shop. It was the one where your old car had been taken to. You could no longer use it; it was a piece of junk anyways.

"Oh, yeah. I know that place. My dad dragged my old car there. It was a piece of shit." You said, letting a yawn escape your lips.

"Tired?"

You nodded. "Exhausted. I have midterms in a few days and I understand nothing. Not to mention my boss is an ass and this is the first day I've had off in two weeks."

Dean gave you a look of understanding. "If this is the first day you've had off, why decide to come here?"

"Because, despite the crappy boss and crappy pay, I love it here. I love the people I work with, they’re my family. Plus, there was no way I was getting anything done in my apartment. They just started renovation in the apartment above me, and they are making a ton of noise."

Dean gave you a sympathetic look. He knew what it was like to live in an apartment. "That must really suck."

"Eh. I've gotten used to the living conditions. I grew up with a big family, so I'm used to noise. But I've been away from them so long, I forgot what noise sounded like." Dean gave you a boyish smile.

“It was just me, my little brother and my dad growing up.” Dean shared. “He was a mechanic too, worked with his best friend, Bobby. He’s pretty much like my uncle.”

"I've got people like that." You nodded. "Jo, she's one of my best friends. Our other friend, Jack, is attending college in North Carolina. They're like the siblings I never asked for." You laughed.

"Yeah, it's nice to have people looking out for you that isn't just family." Dean added. "So, besides your day older brother that you mentioned the other day, do you have any other siblings?"

"Let's see, there's Andrew, he's the oldest, then there's me, my younger brother Josh, and -" You cut yourself off, clearing your throat. "And my baby sister Lena."

"Wow, you do have a big family." Dean said. There was something different underlying in his tone. Jealousy? Envy?

"Yeah, well, I don't really talk to my parents." You shrugged. "We don't all get along very well. Andrew's in the Army, so I don't see him all that often."

"Yeah, it's like that with Sam, too. Since he's off at Stanford, we don't talk that much."

"You should call him, just to check up on him." You suggest.

"I might, I dunno. Things ended bad the last time we talked." Dean frowned. "I don't think he wants to talk to me."

"Who knows, he could want to call you but he's too scared because he thinks you don't want to talk to him. At the end of the day, he's your brother, and he loves you."

"Wise words from the great Y/N." Dean smirked.

"I dunno about great. Wise; maybe. Jury's still out on that one."

Dean chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Huh, you're really good at picking out drinks for me."

"I'm glad you like it. Everyone works really hard here. That's another thing I like about Chuck's. It's a great environment."

"So, how long have you been working here?"

"Since I was sixteen." You informed him. "I'm 22 now. I'm actually the manager."

"Damn, that's pretty young to be manager. Well, you're obviously good at what you do." You gave Deana small smile.

"Tha-"

"Y/N!" Kevin said, rushing over to you. "He's here." You could hear the panic seeping from his voice.

"Crowley?" You questioned worriedly. Kevin nodded, visibly shaking. "Go!" You hissed. "Go hide in the back I'll take care of it."

Dean casted you a confused look as Kevin ran for cover. You threw your book aside, not caring about where it landed.

"Crowley." You crossed your arms as you approached the front counter. "What are you doing here? Have I done something bad that would make God want to punish me by sending you here?"

Crowley scowled at you. "I'm not here for you, love. I saw Kevin's bike outside and thought I might drop by for a visit."

"You must be mistaken. Kevin's not working today. Or any day you decide to 'drop by for a visit.'"

"C'mon, I know he's hiding out in the back, little coward! We have unfinished business, you and I!" He called to Kevin.

"Hey!" You growled, slamming your hand down in the counter to grab Crowley's attention. "As far as I'm concerned, Kevin owes you nothing. If I see you here again, I will have your ass arrested for trespassing and harassment of a minor. You got that?"

"Why you little -" Crowley surged forward, only to be stopped by Dean's strong hand.

"You heard the pretty lady. You're not welcome here. Get. Out." Dean shoved Crowley towards the door. The older man threw you both a dirty look before leaving. "What was that all about?" Dean questioned.

"Kevin's mom used to date that piece of shit. Once she wizened up, she dumped his sorry ass and he's been hounding Kevin ever since. I've banned him at least five times in the past two months. He just can't get it through his thick skull that he's not welcomed here."

Hearing that the yelling had stopped, Kevin poked his head out. "Is he gone?" He whispered.

"Yeah, Kev, he's gone." You noticed that the boy was still shaking. You rested a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You okay?"

"No." He shook his head. "Will he ever leave me and my mom alone?"

"I hope so." You pulled his into a hug, trying to calm him down. "Will you be okay to work the rest of the day or should I call Maddison in?"

"I'll be okay. I just need a second."

"Take as much time as you need, sweetheart."

You wished there was something more you could do for Kevin. You knew the abuse that went on when Crowley dated his mother, Linda Tran. No one really did anything, of course, since Crowley basically owned half of the town.

You and Dean decided to stay until Kevin was completely calm. "Here." You said, reaching info your backpack and handing the boy a small rectangular box. "If Crowley comes back, you tase his ass and run. You know where I live." Kevin seemed hesitant to accept it.

"Don't you need this for when you're walking home?"

"I've got pepper spray and brass knuckles, I think I'm covered, kid." You gave him a playful wink. Just as you were about to leave the shop, it started to pour down rain.

"Damn." You mumbled. "It said it wasn't supposed to rain today!"

"I can give you a ride home?" Dean offered.

"Oh, no, I'd hate to impose. You probably have somewhere to be anyways." You shook your head.

"It's not problem," Dean insisted. "I don't have to be back at Bobby's until 4."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. Let's go." Before you could walk out the door, Dean put his leather jacket around your shoulders. "To keep you dry."

You tried to hide the blush that ran up your cheeks as you went out into the freezing rain. You quickly threw your skateboard in the trunk before hopping in his car.

"Dean," You said, using a serious tone. "I'm in love with your car."

Dean chuckled as he turned on the Impala, blasting the heat to warm you up. "It belonged to my dad. He gave it to me when he died."

You frowned at his words. "I'm sorry about his passing."

"It was a while ago. I've healed. Maybe not completely, and I don't think I ever will, but it's gotten easier."

"Take a right at the next turn." You mumbled, looking down at your hands. "I'm glad that you're doing well. I'm sure it wasn't easy, losing him."

"It wasn't." He shook his head as he made the turn onto your street. "But it gets a little better with each passing day."

You looked out the window, your eyes watching as the rain poured down harder. You wished a day would come where feeling the loss was easier. Right now, it was damn near unbearable. Your friends kept telling you it would get better, that the sharp pain in your chest would become a dull sting. But what do they know? They had never lost someone so close to them. They had no clue what you were feeling.

The only person who truly understood your heartbreak was Jo. But she wasn't the type that dealt with her emotions in a healthy way.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Dean asked, casting you a sideways glance.

"Yeah," You lied. "I'm okay." Hopefully, one day, those words would be true. But as of now, everything hurt.

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babedur · 4 years ago

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The Ebon Hawk looked like a pigeon squatting among eagles as they set it down in the Royal Hanger Bay of Iziz, but fortunately the man who came to greet them looked about as worn as they did.

“Jedi,” Captain Bostuco said. “It’s good to see you again.” His eyes flicked over her bandages, the way she leaned on Bao-Dur- and him on her- to get down the ramp. “You mentioned over the comms that you were in need of assistance. Medical is standing by.”

“Thanks,” Tiniat said, aware that she should probably be saying more. “It’s… thanks.” Nothing else came.

They were whisked away by medics who were tired, overworked, but practiced and calm. Iziz’s brief war had given their veteran doctors a refresher in front-line trauma care and their fledgeling students a crash course. Poison gas, laser burns, these were things they’d already seen in the weeks prior, even if this time they’d happened on another planet. Tiniat was content to close her eyes and answer simple questions about where it hurt. The deeper consequences of the last few days would wait patiently.

The only sticking point came when the medics tried to give them private rooms- a luxury, nowadays, since many of the Onderon military’s wounded were only just beginning to walk or wheel their way out of recovery. But Tiniat… would not be separated from her crew. Not yet. And given how Atton suddenly materialized at her side and how Brianna had sunken into an opening stance, they would not be parted from her, either. A shared ward it was.

Tiniat slept.

She woke, drank some water, relieved herself, slept.

Woke. Mical informed her that a message had come from Telos, Admiral Onasi reminding her of her promise, but Mical had told him that it could wait. He seemed pleased with himself, maybe a little smug. It was a charming look on him. Or maybe it was good to see him look anything other than tired and a little hunted, how he often looked when she woke. She needed to catch up with him, with several others of her crew, since the last few days happened so fast that they hadn’t had any time.

But she slept.

She had a… some kind of nightmare. A spreading emptiness, taking everything, all life, her feelings draining out of her. She woke to Atton shaking her shoulder, and he talked to her about repairs to the ship, absently straightening her pillow and fixing her blankets until Tiniat simply reached over and took his hand, because she didn’t know what they were but surely they were something where he could wake her from a nightmare and she could hold his hand while he talked her ear off to drown out the fear that was circling her brain like a fog. And eventually, she slept.

She woke. She ate. The medics informed her that she could shower, so she did so, and the hot water felt like it brought her back to life. Or, at the very least, back from a very cold place.

There was a list of things she needed to do. Speak with every member of her crew and figure out what the hell had happened- highest on that list were Bao-Dur and Mandalore. She needed to figure out what their position was with Iziz, since they’d been mooching off their hospitality for a few days, though saving the life of the queen a week prior probably covered that. She needed to actually see to the ship, she needed to sort out what her crew wanted to do next, she needed to deliver the navicomputer to Admiral Onasi.

But first, she needed to get dressed.

Luckily, Mira was on the ball. Or, at least, outside the shower stall, with a pile of Tiniat’s clothes. “We’ve been taking turns,” she said, bluntly. “Whatever happened on Malachor- it was… bad. Mical and Visas had it the worst, aside from you, but even they were up a few days ago.”

Tiniat frowned. “How long have we been on Onderon?”

“About a week. Eight days, actually. You didn’t know?” Mira sounded like she was pushing down a bit of alarm at that. Tiniat didn’t blame her. She was pushing down some alarm, herself.

“No, it felt like…” It felt like she’d been drifting in and out of sleep, sure, but not for that long. An entire week. “It didn’t feel like that long. Where is everyone?”

Mira was definitely happy to steer the conversation back to the practical. Tiniat took her clothes and stepped back into the shower stall to change while Mira updated her. “Around, mostly. Mandalore went back to Dxun after two days, said he’d be in touch. HK’s been snooping around the palace. Atton hates it, but I think the droid’s just bored. T3’s working on the ship.

“Mical’s been making himself either useful or a nuisance, depending on which medic you ask- he’s barely let any of the rest of them come near you since he got back on his feet. Keeps meditating over you. Not going to lie, it’s kind of creeping me out, and I know that his healing trances actually do stuff.

“Handmaiden- or, Brianna, I guess- has been doing her Handmaiden thing, training with the military. She made the mistake of practicing with her saber a few days ago, so now everyone’s wondering exactly how many Jedi are with us. I’m happy to let them just think it’s you, Mickey, Brianna, and Visas, honestly.”

“I’m fine with that, too,” Tiniat said. “I wonder how long it’s going to take for G0-T0 to take his bounty off… wait, didn’t he… die?”

“Oh, yeah, HK got him. He’s very proud of that. Told all of us how he’d removed that blight from existence, and how it only coincidentally saved our meatbag lives, it was all just because G0-T0 insulted his pride as an assassination droid, you know. The works.”

Tiniat snorted. “Sounds about right. Bao-Dur?”

“Worked on the ship for a day or two, then went down into the city. He’s been doing some fancy stuff with shields to keep the beasts from the wilds from getting into what little farmland Iziz has. He looks like crap, honestly, but you know him. He prefers to be busy.”

Tiniat could only imagine. “Visas?”

“Honestly, she’s doing pretty good, compared to most of us. Meditating a lot, talking to us- I think she’s trying to sort out what’s going to happen next. I mean, it’s gotta be pretty hard on her, getting out from Nihilus’s thumb only for most of us to… do whatever we do next, I guess.”

Tiniat finished lacing up her boot and stood, looking over Mira. “And how’ve you been?”

Mira shrugged. “I’ve been fine.”

Tiniat raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve been up for all of thirty minutes, after spending a week staring dead-eyed at the ceiling, and you want me to dump my woes on you?”

“When you put it that way, it makes me sound kind of messed up,” Tiniat observed. “We all went through hell, Mira, I don’t expect you to be okay and I don’t expect to be able to fix it, but please don’t pretend that you’re fine when you’re not.”

Mira’s glare held for a few moments longer before she sighed. “It’s… a lot, you know. I’m figuring it out. I thought Hanharr was dead, it turns out Kreia… brought him back to life, or something? That’s something you can do with the Force?”

Tiniat made a ‘sort-of’ gesture. “Not exactly. But it’s something that has to be done while someone’s still clinging to life, and Kreia is definitely dead now, so…”

Kreia is definitely dead. She’d held her while she died. Heard her last words. Felt her leave this world.

“Woah, hey now.” Mira steered her into a plastic chair. “See, this is why I wanted to keep it to myself.”

“Just got dizzy,” Tiniat murmured. “It’s- It’s not something that can be done again. And Malachor is well and truly dust now, so it’s not like someone can go after his body. He’s gone.”

“I know that,” Mira said impatiently. “And now he might be able to finally get some peace, and stop inflicting his suffering on every human who crosses his path. But…“

“But he was important to you,” Tiniat said. “In a fucked up way. He’s still a part of your life that’s gone now.”

“It’s a good thing,” Mira said. “Well. It’ll be a good thing.”

Tiniat wished she could be so confident. Kreia was gone. But she just nodded.

“I noticed,” Mira said, “That you didn’t ask about Atton.”

“I figured he could tell me himself,” Tiniat said dryly, and gestured at the refresher door. It opened. Across the hall, Atton jumped.

“Hey! You’re up,” he said. Mira snorted.

“I’m up,” Tiniat replied, standing, and looked him over- much like he was looking her over. He looked tired. He hadn’t shaved in a day or two, which was usual with him, but something in the way he stood….

“The doctor sent me,” Atton said, dutiful errand boy that he pretended to be, not at all like he heard she was awake and came running as fast as he could. “I think she said something along the lines of ‘take it easy,’ but you’re going to ignore all that anyway, so I won’t waste my breath. Also, the Queen wanted you to know that the Hawk is being repaired, we’re free to stay as long as we like since we’re her personal heroes, thanks again for saving her life, the usual.”

“She spoke to you?”

Atton rolled his eyes. “Oh, no, not me. She spoke to a messenger, who spoke to another messenger, who spoke to me. From the sound of things, Iziz is still pretty rough. Not everyone loyal to Vaklu backed down once he was executed, and there’s still all the beasts in the streets- a battle over Telos didn’t exactly help all of them get moving out of here.”

“Ugh,” Mira said. “And the streets were already messy enough before the civil war. I’m glad we’re sticking to the palace.”

Tiniat opened her mouth to remind Mira that she hadn’t been able to practice the beast trick on an actual creature yet and this would be excellent experience. Mira’s glare pushed the words back down her throat. Another time.

“Is there anything to eat in this place?” Tiniat asked, instead.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine:

Erik dating an awkward girl.

The group number increased from two to six within that local coffee shop. She looked down into the coffee mug that held her lukewarm tea, the chatter and laughter surrounding her drowning out like a bad battery.

He shouldn’t have dragged her out of the apartment this morning for brunch. This wasn’t what she expected. Erik knew she’s socially awkward and didn’t do well with large crowds. She was afraid that she would say some stupid shit which most of the time she did.

“You wanna go to brunch?”

That’s what he casually asked her in bed earlier that morning. He kissed her bare shoulder, making her stomach flutter.

“Sorry, I can't. My anxiety said no.”

“Baby, it’s just brunch. You were saying yourself that you wanted some breakfast. Jared is in town and you know he wants to meet you.”

Jared was Erik’s best friend from Oakland, CA.

“I just know I’m gonna make it so weird.”

She groans into her pillow. Y/N was the type to walk into the club and change her mind within an instant when she saw all those people. She at time felt like people expected something from her, sparking conversation she honestly didn’t even know how to start.

Erik kept her grounded through it all. He remembers the girl who stood in a corner at a house party, clutching a red disposable cup with her eyes looking around like she couldn’t breathe. Beautiful, long hair like a lions mane and piercing green eyes. Skin like toffee and lips full and pouty. He stood with her the entire night, already catching on to her lack of social skills, standing quietly at times and just admiring her. He would even meet up with her at a library just to watch her read. After a while she finally opened up to him.

She may be socially awkward and self-conscious at times but at the same time she had a deep desire to connect with someone who would understand her. That someone was Erik Stevens. He was a loner himself and together they put the separate half’s of their lonely hearts together. It was like their own club.

“I promise you won’t make it weird, I’ll be right there, baby girl.”

Erik turns her to face him, stroking her hair. She gave him a timid smile, pushing her hair from her eyes.

“I’m not social like you can be. They’ll think I’m boring.”

“If they do then we don’t gotta deal with them. You got me, remember?”

After much thought Y/N decided to go ahead and join him. Now that she was currently there the front door looked a lot more promising than it did when she first stepped foot into the cozy shop. Why Jared didn’t let Erik know he wanted to invite his entire old crew she would never know.

“You look pretty, Y/N,” Jared’s supposed girlfriend asks to join her within the conversation.

“Um, good, thanks,” she looked about her giggling nervously. The little voice in her head kept telling her that she wouldn’t be awkward today but the more she talked to her the more it fades away.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Jared asks with concern, looking to Erik who had his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. He was trying to soothe her in that moment.

“She’s cool. Just a little tired.” Erik spoke for her before pulling Y/N in to kiss her forehead. This was too much attention for her to take. Clearing her throat, Y/N tried to think of something, anything, to say back. She was overthinking it and giving herself a headache to figure out how to seem less awkward.

“Y/N,” Erik whispers within her ear, “I’m right here, baby, it’s okay.”

Chewing on her bottom lip in thought, she spoke the first and only thing that came to mind.

“So, do you like serial killer documentaries?” That’s the only thing she could think to ask. Who would want to talk about serial killers during a happy brunch?

Way to go, Y/N, time to go have a global fucking meltdown.

“Uh, yeah, I like them sometimes,” the girl gives her an odd look. That was the look she was afraid of.

“Oh, cool,” she nods her head slowly, looking away to catch Erik’s eyes. He wanted to smile but then he changed his mind once he saw the panic in her eyes.

“I would give anything to be abducted by aliens right now,” she spoke with a whisper so that only Erik could hear.

“You wanna go? We can roll out if you want to.”

A part of her would love to do that but the other part wanted to stay and be a big girl and open up.

“We could watch those crazy-ass documentaries and order in some pizza. Or, we could listen to music and just talk. Whatever you want cuz you look like you’re about to have a heart attack.”

Erik laughs lightly, causing her to laugh.

“Stop overthinking shit and let go.”

“But my communication skills are the equivalent of a stale piece of bread, Erik.”

She glares at him but it only made him grab her more because she looked adorable.

The cheering grew louder, everyone enjoying their food. Her plate was hardly touched because she didn’t want to look crazy scarfing down all that good food. It was growing cold and she knew it was her fault but glances kept coming her way and she didn’t want to return a smile to them with cheeks so fat and full of food.

“You know you’re not obligated to talk, right?.” Erik whispers to her again, “Eat some food because if not you’ll be asking me to take you to IHOP or some shit for brunch.”

“Don’t talk about my IHOP,” she pointed her fork at Erik sternly.

She gives in, cutting into her meat omelet and chewing the food slowly. With her head down and hopefully avoiding conversation, she ate as fast as she could. After inhaling a large piece of omelet apparently, she needed to burp. Holding a napkin over her mouth, Y/N began to panic, afraid to burp loudly in front of all of Erik’s friends. She fell into another awkward moment where she made eye contact with one of Erik’s friends a few times while attempting to keep her burping at bay.

Shit, he probably knows I’m struggling.

Once again, her brain began to overwork itself.

Swallowing slowly, a tiny burp escaped her mouth, only enough for her and possibly Erik to hear. He didn’t pay it any attention which she was thankful for but his hand was caressing her under the table. Now that the slight panic was over, she could continue her food and hopefully get through the remainder of brunch.

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haikyuu-imagines-blog · 5 years ago

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Bokuto Koutarou - Relationship in 5 Steps

∠ genre - fluff

∠ summary - Do you want to know what it’s like to be adored by one of Haikyuu!!’s characters? Do you want to know five easy steps they would use to make you theirs? Read to find out.

∠ Kuroo Tetsurou ver. | Oikawa Tooru ver. | Sawamura Daichi ver. ∠

∠ masterlist

∠ being noticed

'I'm bored.'' Bokuto's whine broke the silence, and Akaashi wished he was somewhere else at the moment. With a roll of his eyes, he ignored the wing spiker, who started tapping his blue pen repeatedly on the desk.

''How about you go to the store and buy some snacks, huh?'' He proposed only to have Bokuto brighten at the idea.

''Great! What d'ya want, Akaashi?'' To study in peace, he thought but grunted to Koutarou to get him whatever. That seemed to be enough, and he was left alone, at last.

Bokuto, on the other hand, was clueless of his teammate’s true intention. He put on his bright sneakers and run out of the house in the direction of the nearest store. It was chilly outside but spring was just around the corner. Bokuto shivered, only now regretting not taking his jacket. He picked up his pace and noticed how the Sun was slowly setting. It was later than he previously thought. He decided to jog the rest of his trip and found himself in the store just minutes later. It was a small shop, very neighbourhood – friendly. Shop owner quietly greeted him and received a nod in response from him. The choice of the snack wasn’t huge. There were a few chocolate bars, crisps and salted peanuts. He decided on taking two orange sodas and one pack of crips. The only problem was which chocolate bar would taste the best. He has never tried this brand before and didn’t want to regret his choice or worse – anger Akaashi, who surprisingly was quite picky when it came to chocolate.

‘’You should take the salty caramel.’’ A voice from behind interrupted his train of thoughts. ‘’Huh?’’ He responded stupidly before turning his body to see you. A girl around his age wearing a obnoxiously yellow hoodie. Cute, he thought. ‘’Thanks, is it good?’’

‘’No, it’s disgusting. But the best from this store.’’ You chuckled and took two bars from the shell and gave one to Bokuto. ‘’Some choices ain’t easy.’’

‘’True.’’ He agreed and sent you a grin.

‘’What’s your name? You live here?’’

‘’Nope, just visiting my dad for the weekend.’’ You replied and headed for the register. He followed. ‘’And it’s s/o. Nice to meet you.’’ You smiled again and Bokuto decided that he wouldn’t mind seeing your face like this more often.

‘’Likewise s/o. I’m Bokuto.’’

∠being friends

‘’Okay, okay – hear me out. I don’t think she shot her with the intention to kill, but it was out of desperation.’’

‘’I mean, I think so too, Bokuto. It was still shitty thing to do, though.’’

‘’Yeah, you are probably right.’’

It’s been a few weeks since your first meeting at the store late in the evening. He remember taking you back to your dad’s that night and somehow getting your number. To his surprise, Bokuto was really shy just thinking about talking to you – even through text messages. However, you were the one who reached out first and that’s how your daily conversations started. Sometimes they were really long, even up to few hours. But it wasn’t always like that, there were times when you talked only for five minutes simply satisfied with just hearing each other voices and knowing that everything is going smoothly.

Bokuto was shocked at how easy is was to just talk to you. You were funny, witty and very smart, probably smarter than him. You came up with many new hobbies for you two to try out and even though Koutarou had only a little time between school and volleyball, he still made time for you and your ideas. This time you were discussing a show you both adored. He was getting a little tired and he could hear the many yaws you let out since he called.

‘’Tiring day, huh?’’

“A little, you know how it is sometimes. My mom works a lot, and most of the chores are mine to finish. I couldn’t really nap today.’’ You sighned. He understood completely and could symphatise with you on having almost no time at all.

‘’So, good night?’’ He said but really wanted to talk to you still, but you health was more important. He wouldn’t forgive himseld if you followed his bad habits and woke up exhausted tomorrow.

‘’I’m sorry I wish I could talk more.’’ You really sounded sorry and he hated it. He really thought of you as a very important person in his life and couldn’t stand you blaming yourself for working hard everyday.

‘’Hey! Stop this right now! We do a lot of things and we are great! No sadness today!’’ It was supposed to cheer you up and judging by a quiet laugh on the other side Bokuto succeded.

‘’Right, right – I’m sorry mister positive vibes.’’ You chuckled again and yawned. ‘’I will see you next weekend, okay Bokuto?’’

‘’Can’t wait, s/o.’’

∠ asking out

Bokuto was jumpy all day and couldn’t focus. Practice was a mess, and he could still feel disappointed stares of his teammates on the back of his neck. It wasn’t his fault! Honest! He was just stressed of the phonecall that awaited him today. He was ready, but not so ready in the end.

Being honest, Bokuto wanted to ask you out the moment he met you. However, his anxiety got the best of him and he doubted you would even agree. His behaviour was getting worse and worse each day. At first it wasn’t that bad but then it started affecting everyone around and even his team. Right then, he knew it it was the time. He had to confess or he would go crazy.

Akaashi, despite his overall peaceful demeanor, supported his decision and cheered on him in the best way he could. The same can be said about his teammates and everyone who knew about his feelings. Bokuto was an open book, so it was a lot of people. But even with such overwhelming support, he still felt unsure. Maybe it was his hidden insecurity, but he really thought you deserved better.

You were really kind and patiently listened to all his rants without interrupting. He knew you were a mature person who was desperatly trying to hide her sadness and problems. You were so brave to fight on your own but Bokuto secretly wished you would ask for let and let him carry your burdens with you.

With all this knowledge, he felt pretty honored you were regularly wasting your time on him. But were you willing to waste even more? Were you reasy fo--

‘’Bokuto, come on. I can practically hear your brain overworking itself. Just call her and let us of this misery.’'

‘’Akaashi, I’m not so sure about it.’’ He gulped and could feel the sweat gathering on his neck.

‘’Well, I’ve already dialed her number so---’’

‘’WHAT!’’ Before he could react and scold Akaashi he could hear your voice from the speaker of his phone. ‘’H-hi s/o! How are you?’’

‘’You sound out of breath, everything cool?’’ You asked concerned and he suddenly felt really warm in his chest. Damn, you were so likable it hurt.

‘’No. I mean, yes. YES! I’m great, I just wanted to ask you something – If you have time, that is...’’ Great Bokuto, really smooth.

‘’I can always find some time for you, buddy. What’s up?’’

‘’Let’s hung out! I mean like go out to eat – like on a date? Maybe? Yes, definitely date! If you want to – we can also go to movies or just stay at home. Whatever you like.’’ He was rambling and didn’t notice the dead silence on your end.

‘’I don’t know, Bokuto...’’ He froze and swallowed harshly. He suspected it, but damn did it hurt.

‘’Hey! It’s okay! We can still be friends right?’’ He hoped you would say yes, even though it would be hurt he couldn’t imagine a life without you in it. ‘’You there? I’m really sorry if I---’’

‘’Shit. You really are cute.’’ You chuckled and he almost dropped dead.

‘’What?’’

‘’I was joking, you big dummy. Of course we should go out. Like---we were probably made for each other. But I wanna choose the movie.’’

‘’Hell no.’’

∠ first kiss

‘’Koutarou, damn, gimmie a kiss.’’ He groaned, face instantly growing warm.

‘’No! I’m shy s/o!’’

‘’As if! If you are shy, then I’m an angel.’’

‘’You are to me.’’ His response made you groan and he chuckled at your cute reaction. He loved getting you worked up. These teasing between you lasted for almost two hours since you demanded him to kiss you. It was adorable, he thought. You’ve never kissed anyone! He had his fair shair of kisses and some make out sessions, but you never did! It was cute, but still stressful. Would he make you satisfied? Would this kiss be memorable and nice? Firsts were important and he wanted it to e the best, but seeing you getting frustrated was a guilty pleasure he couldn’t just reject.

You puffed your cheeks in a fake annoyance and pouted – making sure he noticed how upset you were. He leaned in and your eyes widened, then closed. You were ready to be kissed, and he wanted to do nothing but make your dream come true and then – he lightly bit your nose and burst into a fit of uncontrolled laughter.

‘’Betrayal! I have a boyfriend who hates me!’’

‘’No! I love you, babe.’’ And the good moment was suddenly dead. He couldn’t believe himself. You were still so early in your relationship and while he knew he loved you deeply, he wasn’t sure you were ready for such a serious step. He knew about your trust issues and about you shaky relationship with your dad, who left you mother when you entered middle school. You really tried to forgive his and create some kind of friendship wit him, but it was still very hard for you to even talk about the loneliness you felt when your mother had to work many shifts to provide for you.

He fucked up.

‘’I love you, too.’’ Or not. His shocked face reflected in your eyes and you could tell he wasn’t expecting a response like that. ‘’Why so shocked? You are the best thing that happened to me and honestly if you want we can even get married now.’’ You looked at him again, slightly embarrassed. You expected him to laugh at your joke or lightly punch your arm. What you saw, however, was completely different. His mouth was open and his eyes welled up with tears. You didn’t want such reaction and were ready to apologise, but you were stopped. Bokuto closed the distance between you in a seconds and his lips meet you in a first, brief kiss. When you parted, his eyes met your and you kissed again with much more passion and feelings than before.

Technically, it wasn’t the best kiss. You bit his lip once and your teeth clashed, the sound still maked you cringe -- but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

�� being a couple

‘’This one or that one?’’

‘’The first one has many windows, the space is nicely lit up. However, the second one has better location and bigger kitchen.’’

‘’That’s true, but I kinda prefer the first one.’’

‘’Me too, honestly.’’

It’s been weeks since your graduation day and months since you and Bokuto met. It was honestly magical how in the past you weren’t even aware he existed and now you couldn’t live without him. His smiles, his laugh and sometimes crazy behaviour was like a fuel to keep you going every day. You still didn’t overcome some of your fears but it wasn;t something that can be changed overnight. He knew it too, but still supported you with such an enthusiasm that it melted you heart.

You never knew you could love, let alone be completely head over hills for a guy. You weren’t alone in this though, you knew Bakuto loved you just as much.

That’s why you both decided that the most logical decision for you after high school would be moving in together. You both were used to sharing space and to be honest, it would feel weird for you to not wake up next tto him everyday when you so longed for his presence.

‘’So the first one?’’ He asked, interrupting your train of thoughts.

‘’Maybe we call and ask first? We gotta know the price and some extra details, then we can decide. I kinda want to know whether we can own a pet.’’ Your words surprised him.

‘’You wanna pet? You’ve never told me before, babe.’’

‘’I know, sorry. I just never had much time for one, but know that I got more freedom I think I’m ready. I also think it would be nice to have someone else to care for and love with you, we would be great parents for a pet.’’ You finished and instantly heard loud sniffled from Bokuto. ‘’Oh God, don’t cry.’’

‘’But I’m so happy! I love you, you know! I would be more than happy to raise a pet with you!’’

‘’First, we have to find a suitable flat, ya know.’’

‘’I know, I know.’’ He hugged you and laid his head on your shoulder. ‘’But together, we can do everything we want.’’

‘’So cheesy.’’ You laughed, but your boyfriend suddenly jumped from the bed to grab something from his backpack. ‘’What are you doing, Kou?’’

‘’Here I bought chocolate for us.’’ He handed you the bar and you couldn’t help but smile warmly at him.

‘’Salty caramel, huh?’’

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averyonelovesjack · 7 years ago

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trust fund baby ~ zach herron

requested: yes

Hey darling, I know you have a lot of request to finish and I don’t want to be a bother so it’s no rush. But if you haven’t already gotten a request similar to so I was wondering if you could do a Zach imagine based of Trust Fund Baby? Maybe the reader is like the normal girl at school and the popular rich girl wants zach but he wants the reader? I just love the song so much and zach has me going crazy! Haha but I also feel like I can relate to the song a bit. Thank you so much darling, love you

summary: After being asked to help tutor him, y/n and Zach grow close and although there’s a popular girl after him, y/n is the girl zach wants.

warning(s): does it curse? maybe?

word count: 1973

author’s note: i realized that this is my second story having to do with a tutor but shhhh let me live. i hope you enjoy:))

My pencil rolled gently over the lines of my paper, creating small little flowers that were easily noted as doodles. My eyes flickered up at the whiteboard that my teacher had written down the notes on. The bell rang just before my teacher could open his dry mouth and I immediately picked up my books and shoved them into my bag.

It was finally time to go to a class that I enjoyed, rather than this boring class. There was no information that would help me later in life after completing this class. i mean, no offense to anyone who chooses to become a geometry teacher, but this class was useless to me.

Technically, I am not in a geometry class, however today’s lesson was using aspects of the geometry we learned last year and it seemed to be extremely unhelpful in what i chose to do with my life after high school.

Behind me, i heard my name being called as I exited the class. I spun around, looking to see if it had been someone calling me or someone else with a similar name, “y/n, wait up.”

I feed the boy standing behind me a smile, “oh, hey zach,”

“how’d you do on the last test?” He blurts out randomly, another girl coming up besides him with a flirtatious smile.

“okay. i think it was a 97,” I recognized that he had been talking about the class we were just in, as

“shit, ok good. i think i need a tutor. do you wanna help me?” I stare at the kid I’d known for a couple of years.

“you know, zach, i could always tutor you,” Angela batted her eyelashes. I sent her a look as if to question what the hell she was doing, “i do pretty well in this class, too.”

Zach turns to face her, “that’s really sweet of you, angela, but i was just going to see what y/n said first,”

“i’d be happy to help you, zach,” I gave him a smile, “just let me know when you’re available,”

Zach nodded his head, smiling and entering the classroom to our right.

I saw Angela huffing to the right of me, “yeah, whatever. i probably am busy anyways. some of us actually have a life,” She almost glared at me when she said this, “i mean, maybe that’s why zach likes me,”

“good for you,” i let out a little chuckle and walked away from her. Despite whatever feelings I may have on the situation, it was probably true. Angela was the pretty, popular socialite of the eleventh grade. She was the first junior to be voted homecoming queen and she’s probably going to be the first junior to be the queen of the senior prom. Everyone is absolutely obsessed with her and her looks, and she’s got her eyes set on Zach Herron. He was bound to be hers by the end of the year.

Zach sat across from me at his kitchen table, the two of us being the only ones home. It was fairly quiet, but the sounds of the different subjects we faced in Algebra 2R filled the room and made it quite tiring.

“this class is absolute bullshit,” Zach threw his pencil down on the table, “i’m used to getting nineties in math and now i got a seventy eight on the last test. it’s absolute bullshit,”

“yeah, and the only thing yesterday’s lesson will help us with is passing this class. there’s no way we’re going to need this shit after high school, but it seems like the only way to get out of it is to pass,” I tell Zach, “is your brain overworked? we can keep going tomorrow,”

“maybe we can just take a little break,” Zach leans back in his chair, “my mom threatened me with not allowing me to go to junior prom if i don’t get my grade up in this class. you’d think she’d take away something i genuinely care about,”

I laughed a little bit, staring at him, “i don’t know, you sorta seem exactly like the person who would care about that sorta thing,”��

“what? why?” he chuckles, “it’s one dance that people spend way too much money on. it’s one night, not even the big thing, and i know that girls like angela are going to spend a thousand dollars on a dress and a driver and it’s just a waste of money. why don’t they save it? for like college or something,”

I nod my head, “i hear ya; i’m the last person you’d see in a pink prom dress. it’s not my scene,”

“i take it you’re not going,” Zach looks at me, “and here i was thinking it’d take me forever to convince you to not go with the guy you were gonna go with,”

“what guy?” i scoff, “why would i go with anyone and why would you care? you’re going with angela, aren’t you?”

“angela? no, she’s sweet and all, but i just don’t see myself with her. she’s a bit… extra,” Zach responds and i snort, that being the perfect word to describe her.

“you know she’s pretty damn convinced that you’re into her,” I tell the sixteen, soon-to-be seventeen year old boy with a grin.

His eyes widen, “you think so?”

“she told me,” i nod my head, “we’re not friends or anything, so i don’t know what business i have in the relationship between the two of you-”

“there isn’t anything besides maybe a friendship,” Zach informs me.

“well yeah, i don’t know why she needed to inform me of that, but she did,” i smile at him, “It’s getting late, i should probably get going,”

“yeah, i can drive you home,” He stands up, closing his binder and moving towards the kitchen counter. I see him pull off the metal keys and fling them in the air.

“thank you, i appreciate it,” I answer.

“it’s no problem, really. i’m so thankful for you. honestly, i understand a lot more just after today,”

“i’m glad i could help,” I respond and grab my bag from the floor.

The two of us walk out to his car in his garage. It was his mother’s car, actually, and I got into the passenger seat while he sat in the driver’s seat. Zach pushed the key into the car, starting it up and backing out of the garage.

We’d made it a little bit down the street, only a few minutes from my house, when the car began to move oddly. I looked at Zach, who seemed a little nervous as he pulled over to the side of the empty street.

“shit,” he hissed, “something’s wrong,”

i look at him with a sympathetic smile, “it’s probably just a flat, it should be fine,”

“it’ll take like seven years for AAA to get here, i’m sorry,” he frowns, “it’s too far for you to walk. is there someone you can call? i don’t want you getting home late,”

“zach, it’s a flat. you never learned how to fix one?” i look at the boy with confusion.

“what?”

I unbuckle my seat belt, opening the door and getting out. Zach does the same thing, quicker though as he is intrigued. I walk around the side of the car, finding that the back right tire is flat, “you got a spare tire in the trunk?”

“yeah, probably but-” Zach started, “you can-? you’re gonna-?”

“change the tire?” i question with a laugh, standing up from my kneeling position on the pavement and moving towards the now opened trunk, “yeah, sure. my dad taught me when i was seven. one of the first things i learned.”

Zach let me get the spare tire from the trunk, just watching as I moved towards the flat tire and began to get the car on the jack.

As I attempted to read over my notes from class, the doorbell rang through my house and distracted me from the studying that I was attempting to do.

Groaning, i walked over to the door and opened it, as i knew that no one else was home and the person may never leave. Shock hit my face as I saw Zach standing in front of my house. he seemed a bit nervous, in fact he was looking at the ground when i saw him.

“Zach?” I look at him with a questioning look, holding the door open.

“oh hey, y/n! i’m sorry i didn’t call before coming over here. it was kind of a spur of the moment decision, i hope you’re not busy,”

I could hear the nerves in his voice. i gave him a small smile, “it’s fine zach, come in. what’s up? is something wrong?”

“no,” he says, “well, sorta. It’s not really a problem, i just wanted to tell you something,”

“ok…? you seem a little off, are you ok?”

“yes, i just— you said you didn’t want to go to the junior prom,” Zach admits, “And i don’t have like a big promposal or whatever, and we don’t have to go to prom, but i wanted to ask you to go with me because it was the only way i could really have the guts to ask you out.”

I was flustered, shocked that he’d actually come here for this. I wasn’t anything special; just your typical teenage girl, if even that, “you don’t mean that Zach. I’m not the girl you want, how is that possible?”

He was confused and i didn’t know why i said that. Genuinely, i didn’t know why i told him that when there were a million other things to say, “what do you mean? why wouldn’t i?”

I shook my head, “there are a million girls in the world that you could have. angela, for example. she’s the perfect girl and you deserve that,”

Zach shook his head, “i don’t want angela, y/n. If you don’t like me back, that’s one thing and i’ll have to come terms with that, but if you think that you’re not exactly the girl i want to hang out with, then i haven’t done enough to show you that you are worth my time and i’m really sorry about that because you’re who i want to spend my time with,”

i let a smile shy on my face, “zach, if i’m going to the junior prom with anyone, I’m glad that it’s you. I’d love to go with you,”

He looked at me with a smile, “oh thank god! or erm— thank you. if you don’t want to go to the prom, then that’s cool too. we could go see a movie or get dinner,”

“no, if you want to go to the prom, then i’m happy to go with you. I’m ok with doing whatever if it means spending time with you.”

“nah, you know what, it’s a waste of money anyways. maybe you can show me how to fix a damn car,”

I giggled, “what a great first date idea,” Zach blushed and leaned in to hug me. My heart rate fastened feeling his warm body against mine as he wrapped his body around mine.

“well, who says we have to wait for prom?” I give him a sly smile, “you free now?”

“you’re not busy?” He questions.

“i could study for my test, but I’d much rather spend time with you,”

“Wow, day one and i’m already distracting you from your work?” Zach chuckles, “what if i help you study? I’m not sure what help i could be, you’re pretty clearly the smarter one in this relationship, but i’m willing to sit here and talk,”

“you’re the best,” i take his hand and pull him into the house, taking him towards my table.

#Zach herron #jack avery #jonah marais #Daniel seavey #corbyn besson #Zach Herron imagine #why don’t we #why dont we #wdw #why don’t we imagine #why dont we imagine #wdw imagine #trust fund baby #prom #Zach #Herron #Zachary dean Herron

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hoyoungy · 7 years ago

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Tied | Seungcheol (1/2)

genre: angst, comedy, fluff | best friend!seungcheol x fem!reader summary: you made a deal with your best friend that if you were both single by 30, you would marry each other. what’s better than marrying your best friend as a desperate attempt to prove that you had your life together? but when you kiss him and start to fall for him, you find it hard to get back up word count: 4848 a/n: a two-shot with the most gorgeous man alive. it was originally just going to be a one-shot, but then it exceeded a lot of words.... warnings include mentions of alcohol and cheating

part 2

“Why is dating so hard!?”

It was 9:30 on a warm Saturday evening when you burst through Seungcheol’s apartment door uninvited. He sat comfortably on the kitchen table as he studied, undisturbed by your breaking and entering as he was already used to it after a couple of years.

“Hello to you, too,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off of his textbook. “You’re back from your date quite early.”

“Oh, my God, he was so boring! All he talked about were video games and-and developing them and said so many big words that I didn’t understand… And he had the audacity to ask me to come back home with him!”

You invited yourself to some snacks and a drink from his kitchen as you rambled on about how horrible your date was. Seungcheol finally looked up from his studying so he could watch you make yourself comfortable in amusement. Watching you binge on all of his junk food was always something he never got tired of.

“You’re telling me talking about games didn’t make you want to just rip your clothes off?” he teased. “A bit picky, aren’t you?”

“You’re one to talk! Didn’t you reject a date because her fingers weren’t pretty?”

“They were dirty, dry, and her cuticles were flaking. It’s basic hygiene, _____! If she couldn’t even take care of her hands, who knows what else she neglects!”

“Fine, so we both have impossibly high standards, but it’s because both you and I are too good for anyone.”

“At least we can both agree on that.”

“How long have you been studying?”

“Since four.”

“What!?” Upon hearing that, you jumped up from your slumped state and pulled two bottles from his fridge. “Alright, time for a study break, my friend.”

“I can’t, I have a midterm on Monday -”

“You always overwork yourself, ‘Cheol. Take a break and talk with your best friend once in a while, will ya? You know, your brain retains information better if you take breaks.”

“Oh, yeah? Does the alcohol help with that?”

“No, it’s your incentive - a completely separate element.” You handed Seungcheol a bottle before closing all of his textsbooks for him. He sighed loudly, fully knowing he couldn’t fight you. But he took the bottle graciously with his cute, cheeky smile that you loved so much. You two clinked your bottles together to begin his break.

“It’s been a while since you and I have just hung out together,” he noted to you.

“Yeah, guess whose fault is that?”

“Don’t use that tone with me, missy. I’m sorry I can’t help that our midterm schedules conflict with each other.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

The real reason you and Seungcheol haven’t spent time together recently was because he occupied nearly all of his free time to his new girlfriend. They’ve only been dating for about two months, but they never leave each other’s side! When you wanted to eat lunch with him, she was there; when you called him on the phone, she would always answer; and when you asked him to pick you up after a night out, she was the one driving.

At first you thought it was because she was jealous of how close you two were, but it was the opposite. When Seungcheol told you it was because she was kissing up to you and wanted The Best Friend Approval, you almost didn’t believe it because it sounded completely ridiculous. Needless to say, she was already off to a bad start, considering it’s been two months since you and him had more than two minutes of alone time together.

“I’m surprised she’s not sitting on your lap as you study.”

“Ha ha… I told her to stay home tonight because I can’t focus when she’s around.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to know the reason why,” you groaned. “At least she finally gave you some breathing room after two months.”

“If you don’t like her ~” he trailed off, hinting he could end it with her any moment.

“No, no… She’s tolerable… And she makes you happy, so I guess she can get half of a point from me.”

“So generous of you,” he quipped, kicking you from under the table.

“Just because I’m lonely and unlovable doesn’t mean you should have to suffer like me.”

“Aw, don’t talk about yourself like that!” Seungcheol scoots his chair over to you and pulls you into a good ol’ knuckle sandwhich. “You’re not lonely and unlovable! You have me, and your Mom loves you.”

“Good one, Cheolie.”

“Wow, you haven’t called me Cheolie since freshman year. Are you drunk already or do you miss me that much?”

“No. I’m just feeling nostalgic, that’s all.”

“Sure you are.”

You and Seungcheol spent the rest of the night drinking whatever alcohol he had left in his apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that you felt tipsy. The two of you used to spend countless nights just hanging out and talking with a drink or two all of the time in your early years of college, but as graduation was approaching, those nights became less frequent, and even more less frequently now that he has a girlfriend. So tonight, you were going to cherish this time you had with Seungcheol.

“I’m going to die alone,” you cried dramatically as you laid your head down on his kitchen table. The past couple of hours, you and him were just talking about the old times and past relationships and Seungcheol just had to remind you about that you haven’t been in a committed relationship for three years now and that you’ve only been coasting through the dating scene.

“No, you won’t. You might just… get married really late?”

“I bet by then I won’t be able to have children.”

“Don’t talk like that about yourself, _____. Do you remember how long I was single for before I met Yunah?"

"Twenty three years."

"Exactly! Your three years doesn't even compare to my twenty three. Besides, I bet the guy out there that was meant for you will be worth the long wait. He'll have to get through me first, though."

"But what if it's taking me so long because no one wants me?" you pouted, taking another swig at your drink.

"Hey," Seungcheol nudged you to look at him. When you lifted your head, he had his arms out wide open, telling you to come in for a hug. You slowly scooted your chair towards him and laid your head on his shoulder lazily as he rubbed your shoulder assuringly. "Anyone would be crazy not to want you. You're an amazing friend, and I bet even a more amazing partner."

"You're the only man in my life that likes me, can you believe that?"

"Unsurprisingly, I can."

"Honestly, I don't think I'll ever find someone who will like me for who I am more than you."

"You better, or else you'll actually never marry."

As you both sat in silence, your thoughts flashed through many moments you've shared with Seungcheol. You two have watched each other grow up over the years and you knew each other like you knew the backs of your hands and that included Seungcheol knowing how badly you wanted to get married. You used to talk to him about your infinite Pinterest boards about cakes, dresses, and venues and how you wanted him to be your Man of Honor, and all of the details in between.

Seungcheol never asked you about what kind of man you wanted to marry. He knew your type, or at least the superficial parts of it, but never what you looked for in a husband and to be quite honest, you've never thought about it, either. At least until now. Sitting next to your best friend, a bit intoxicated, and emotionally thinking about the inevitability of your relationship status got you thinking.

What kind of man did you want to marry?

Well, he had to be handsome, of course. And a good sense of humor was always a requirement. Intelligent, kind, and playful were all necessary, too. You wanted to marry someone who would support you no matter what and would only build up your confidence, never tearing it down one bit. You wanted to grow together, even if it meant falling down a couple of times. They sound like the basic elements of a husband, but for some reason, you could never find all of those qualities in a single man.

Except Seungcheol.

Well, besides the fact that he was handsome… Seungcheol was average on a good day.

“Cheol-ster,” you slurred as you struggled to sit up properly to face him. You hadn’t had the chance to get a good look at his face the past few hours, but you now noticed how red his cheeks were. You forgot he turned red easily when he drank. “Let’s make a deal.”

“Ok.”

“You don’t even know the deal yet…”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“What if I asked you to marry me, you’d still agree?”

“Very funny.” He stared at you for a solid ten seconds to realize you weren’t kidding. “Oh, my God, you’re serious. _____, I have a girlfriend -”

“Not now, you idiot!” you scolded, hitting his arm. “I mean later. Like, way later. Like if we’re both single by thirty-something, both hate dating people like five years younger than us, both hate our lives, and just want to settle down with a dog or two or three.”

“Marry each other as a desperate attempt at life?”

“Yes!”

“How romantic…”

“But think about it! Think of all the benefits that come with being married to each other. We already know what we’re like around each other, I practically live with you already so we got that situation out of the way, we can be each other’s emergency contacts - there’s no downside to this!”

“We might as well be celibate.”

“Oh, shit,” you cursed. You forgot about the whole sex part when it came to marriage… “Ok, so there’s one downside, but don’t the pros outweight the cons!?”

“Why are you like this all of a sudden?”

“Because now that you finally have a girlfriend, I can see how you are around her and it makes me jealous in a way that I miss having that, you know? You’re the one person who knows how much I want to get married. I just want to secure something because at this rate, I really will be single my entire life.”

“So I’m your last resort?” he pouted.

“Oh, come on, don’t act like that! You know I’d love to get married to my best friend!”

You gave Seungcheol the puppy eyes that he could never say no to. Even when drinking, he knew that this wasn’t the brightest idea ever, but how could he turn your lonely self down like that?

“… Fine.” He covered his ears instinctively when he heard you screech with joy. “But I’ll only agree if you agree on three simple conditions.”

“Shoot.”

“One, this is if and only if we are both single by thirty.”

“Deal.”

“Two, if I cook, you have to do the dishes.”

“You’re pushing it, but that’s completely fair, I get it.”

“And three, I get to rap at our wedding.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“It’s all or nothing, _____.”

“I refuse to let you rap your vows to me.”

“Take it or leave it,” he threatened.

You couldn’t believe that this was his ultimatum to you, but he was just as serious as you were about his whole ordeal.

“Ugh, fine!” you groaned, caving in. “I hate you.”

“Don’t hate me too much, you might have to deal with me for the rest of your life.”

“I have reached a new low.”

As a silent agreement, Seungcheol raised his almost-empty bottle to you. You clinked yours against his begrudgingly and chugged whatever was left in your bottle.

“Cheers to the next seven years. Let’s see where life takes us,” Seungcheol said.

“Seungcheol, I need your help! It’s an emergency!” you panicked when you opened the door to his place.

His eyes were glued to the TV screen when he gave you a nod of acknowledgment. You sat beside him on the couch and watch him vigorously play a game of Fornite with his headset on.

“I’m half-listening,” he said.

“This is going to sound ridiculous, but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

“What!?” Seungcheol was so shocked by your proposal that the one second he looked away from the TV to look at you, his character died instantly.

“Hear me out before you say no! So you know my cousin’s getting married, right? He’s making me the only person in the family who is unmarried and single and I cannot face my entire family unless I bring a date.”

“Why can’t you ask Jeonghan, or something?” he asked, starting up a new game.

“See, that’s where this gets difficult…” you smiled sheepishly. “Don’t hate me, but I kind of have been pretending you were my boyfriend for a whole year now…”

“What!?” Oops, he died again. “A whole year!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Because I was hoping I’d have a boyfriend to bring to the wedding by now and then I could lie and say that you broke up with me!”

“Unbelievable… You are hopeless.”

“I know, that’s why I need you to pretend with me! Please ~! They think I’m lying! Well, I mean I am, but I want to prove myself to them for once, you know? Think of it as practice for when we turn thirty!” You begged again, using your famous puppy eyes that you’ve been using to your advantage way too frequently lately.

Seungcheol groaned loudly, throwing his head back in defeat. “You owe me big time. Like a three-course meal once a week big time.”

“Yeah, totally, whatever you want!” You lunged at your best friend and gave him the tightest hug. “Ah, you’re the best!”

“So when’s the wedding?”

“… This Sunday.”

“What the hell, _____, that’s in like three days!”

“Sorry! I completely forgot about it until my Mom texted me an hour ago!”

“You’re so lucky my anniversary is the day before.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot you have another woman in your life that isn’t me,” you snorted. “How long have you two been dating now?”

“Six months.”

“Ugh, it feels like it’s been three years.”

“Don’t be like that. Now leave, she’s coming over in an hour and I haven’t seen her all week.”

“Wear protection, my friend,” you said as you ruffled his hair playfully. “Try to look decent on Sunday.”

“Same to you.”

Normally, you don’t care much to impress your family with the way you look or how you carry yourself. But tonight was a big deal for you. Being one of the youngest in the family, it was natural that you would be one of the last ones to get married, but when you found out your youngercousin, who has been with his fiancé for nearly four years now, was getting married before you, you decided to get your shit together and show your family that you were totally capable of maintaining a relationship.

You stumbled outside of Seungcheol’s apartment struggling to walk in your heels. After knocking vigorously on the door, Yunah opened it up for you with a bright, fake smile.

“_____!” she squealed, pulling you into an awkward hug. “You look so pretty!”

“Ah, hey, Yunah! Thanks, you too, as usual.”

“Oh, stop it ~ Come on in, Seungie’s almost ready.” You cringed at her nickname for him when she turned around and went back inside.

“Thanks for letting me borrow him. I don’t know what I would do if I showed up to a wedding without a date,” you sighed.

“It’s no problem at all! I always feel bad that I take him away from you so often. He needs to spend time with you once in a while.”

“I’m not a child,” Seungcheol said as he walked out of his room straigtening his tie. “You guys act like I’m the son of divorced parents…”

You gawked at your best friend as he walked towards the two of you. He wore all black, from head to toe, and even fixed his messy, fluffy hair a little bit. He looked like he was ready to walk the red carpet, and you’ve never seen your best friend look so stunning before.

“Hello?” he called, snapping his fingers in front of your face. “Earth to _____.”

“Huh? Oh, hey…!”

“I know, I look sexy in all-black, huh?”

“You look presentable,” you lied.

“Don’t listen to her, you look very handsome ~” Yunah gushed before she pulled Seungcheol in for a deep kiss.

The scene in front of you made you want to throw up and throw yourself down the stairs. This wasn’t the first time you’ve seen them kiss, but it gets worse the more you witness it. “Ugh, gross…”

“Ok, let’s get going. I want to make it there before the open bar closes.” Seungcheol gives Yunah one last parting kiss before you both leave his apartment.

“You look dashing tonight,” he teased. “I haven’t seen you in a dress like this since freshman homecoming.”

“You know I hate wearing dresses like this. I’m only wearing it because I need to look like an adult with her life together in front of my family.”

“Good thing I’m here then. I’ll be your personal hypeman.”

“I should rent you out to bring to family functions more often.”

“That’s a large price to pay.”

The two of you arrived at the wedding around the same time as everyone else did and the venue was packed. Half of it was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins from across the world that you haven’t seen since you were a little girl and the other half was the fiancé’s side of the family. There had to be at least three hundred people here.

On top of that, all of the decorations were so beautiful and detailed. Your cousin had the type of chairs you wanted for your wedding, large center pieces at each table, and hundreds of twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling. The inner desperate and younger you was squealing at all of the wedding galore.

It only reminded you of how alone you really were.

“Quick, to the bar,” you guided, taking Seungcheol by the wrist.

“We don’t even know where we’re sitting yet!”

After getting a couple of drinks for each of you, you wanted to sit at your table as quickly as you could. Maybe the reception would move faster that way. Your seats were located near the dancefloor and the bridal party’s tables, right where your parents and a few other cousins sat.

“You didn’t tell me I was meeting your parents!” Seungcheol hissed to you.

“Did you think they weren’t going to be here!?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t prepare anything! We didn’t prepare anything!”

“We’ll be fine! It’s not like you don’t know anything about me!” You plastered on the biggest smile on your face when your parents got up to hug you. “Hi, Mom, Dad.”

“_____, I’m so happy you came! And with Seungcheol, too! We’re so happy to finally meet you!” In her ecstatic state, your Mom hugged Seungcheol even tighter than how Yunah does.

“Nice to meet you both,” Seungcheol said, clearly nervous from the way your Dad eyed him suspiciously.

“I can’t believe he’s real!” One of your cousins snorted. “And he’s hot!”

“Hey!” you scolded.

“No offense, but we all thought you were fake.”

“Yeah, she warned me about that.”

Throughout most of the dinner, you were so nervous that you were almost sweating. A situation like this wasn’t even serious, even if Seungcheol were to slip up, but the wedding atmosphere just really made you anxious. The drinks only helped a little bit. It was mostly your parents who asked the two of you questions about your relationship. They asked basic things, like how he asked you out, what was your first date like, does Seungcheol wear condoms - you know, basic things…

But as dinner moved forward, you started to relax a bit. Seungcheol was answering all of the questions quite impressively and it made this whole fake boyfriend thing look very much believable. You were surprised with his acting skills - who knew Seungcheol would make a great boyfriend?

“Tell me, Seungcheol,” your Dad began. Oh no, this sounded like it was going to be one of those Dad questions… “What do you like about our daughter?”

“Dad!” you hissed.

“C’mon, can’t her family wonder what this boy thinks about our precious daughter?”

“You’re so embarrassing!”

“Yeah, Seungcheol. Tell us all what you see in this little brat,” your cousin teased.

“What do I like about her?” Seungcheol repeated.

You slowly shrunk in your chair. This was it, this was how your whole family was going to find out about your fake boyfriend and how you’ll be single forever…

“When we first met, she was the closed-off girl on our residence floor. She always hung out in her dorm, and when she wasn’t, she was in the community room in the corner couch with her headphones in. When the rest of our floor was out having fun at parties, she would finally prop the door open to her dorm room and blast her music. One time, I stayed back because I had an exam the Monday after and I just talked to her the whole night. At first, we made it a weekly thing to hang out, but it gradually become more frequent. During those times, I’ve gotten to know her a lot more. She was cold, but she opened up her heart to me so easily. We were friends for a long time before we started dating, so I came to her for anything and everything and she came to me, and it was all the more reason to like her. In those past four years, I’ve seen her be kind, intelligent, gentle, angry, sad, frustrated… I’ve seen it all at this point, but it’s part of the infinite reasons why I love her. And even after all of that, I still can’t take my eyes off of her.”

Throughout his whole speech, you looked at Seungcheol with wide eyes. You couldn’t stop staring at him even when he finished. You thought that he was going to tell them a fake story about how you met at a coffee shop or something, but he told them a story full of truth, one that you kept in your heart. The day you met Seungcheol was when your life changed for the better and hearing him repeat it back to your family in a way that made your heart flutter brought tears to your eyes.

And to your Mother’s…

“And you two have only been dating for a year?” your cousin asked. “It feels like you guys have been married for ten years.”

“Oh boy, you made her mother cry!” your Dad chuckled as he teased your Mom. “That story deserves a drink. Let me buy you one.”

“Thanks.” Seungcheol shot you a quick wink before he got up to go with your Dad to the bar.

“I like him,” your Mother smiled as she gently wiped her tears. “I like him a lot!”

“Clearly. I think you and Dad like him more than I do.”

“Even better!”

The rest of the night went on extremely smoothly, which made you even more anxious than before. It was probably because you couldn’t take your mind off of what Seungcheol said about you to your parents. You spent your college years with him mostly teasing each other and only ever said sincere words to each other when either of you was upset or really needed to hear some sort of validation. Maybe it was the wedding fever, but the whole night, you thought about how much you really appreciated Seungcheol and how Yunah was so lucky to have him.

The wedding fever hit it’s high point when your cousin and his now-wife danced alone together on the dancefloor. You could hear a collective, longing sigh throughout the venue from all of the ladies in the room, you included. The dancefloor opened up to the whole room once the lovely couple finished their first dance, and you and Seungcheol were the only ones left at the table.

“How am I doing so far?” he asked.

“You’re way too good at this for someone who has only been in a relationship for six months.”

“Yeah, I had some practice with Yunah’s parents not too long ago, so this was a piece of cake.”

“I bet. Do her parents love you more than she does, too?”

“No, that’s not possible.”

As you sat in silence for a bit and admired the couples on the dancefloor, Seungcheol took this opportunity to look at you while you were distracted. The look on your face wasn’t necessarily sad, but it was something else - like you were longing for something. He hadn’t seen you like this since your last boyfriend broke up with you, and he remembered how devastated you were.

You looked at Seungcheol with a brow raised when he stood up.

“C’mon, let’s dance.”

“Dance? With you? No, thanks.”

“If I don’t force you to, your parents will.” Seungcheol nudged his head over to your parents on the dancefloor who ushered you to join them.

“Fine, but if you step on my feet, it’s over.”

The song was slow and gentle, muttering lyrics about how much the singer loved their partner. Seungcheol bowed to you embarrassingly before wrapped his arms around your waist. Hesitantly, you put your hands on his shoulders.

“This isn’t some awkward middle school dance,” he teased. “Don’t be afraid of me.”

With that said, he forced you to wrap your arms fully around his neck, forcing you to close the gap between the two of you. You two were so close that you could smell his cologne and shampoo. There was something that was pulling the two of you even closer together - like a magnet. So close that your noses were almost touching. You never noticed how long his eyelashes looked, how clear his skin was, and especially how soft his lips looked…

Oh no, this was bad, this was really bad! You can’t be thinking these things about him! And why now, of all times, when you’ve known him for four years! What was even worse was that he was looking at you and thinking the same things, too, and you knew it by the way you caught him staring at your lips.

What surprised you the most was that he was the one to lean in and kiss you. You returned the kiss immediately, shocked by how soft his lips were against yours. It was a short, simple kiss, but it was one that struck you in your core.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“What are we doing?”

The car ride home was a long and silent one. The air was tense and awkward and it was all your fault! If you just sucked up your pride and just went to the damn wedding alone, you wouldn’t be in this mess! You couldn’t believe you just ruined four whole years of friendship in one, desperate night -

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, shaking you from your thoughts. “I’m sorry about… you know, what happened back there when we were dancing…”

“No, it was my fault -”

“I should have kept my distance -”

“I should have set some boundaries -”

“It won’t happen again, you know -”

“It’d be best if we could just forget about all about it -”

“It was a mistake, and Yunah doesn’t have to know.”

“Yeah…” you breathed out. “A mistake.”

When he pulled up to your place, you were almost too scared to get out of the car. The minute you stepped out, your entire relationship with him was going to change, and that was the last thing you wanted. If you could rewind and prevent that kiss, you would in a heart beat, but for now, you wanted to stay in this moment forever so you wouldn’t lose your best friend.

“This won’t change anything, right…?” you whispered.

“Not unless we want it to,” he reassured. “We just have to pretend like it didn’t happen.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll head on in now. Thanks again. Not just for tonight, but for everything.”

“_____, nothing’s going to change -”

“I know! I just don’t appreciate you as much as I should, you know?”

“You’re a great friend, too,” he said, ruffling your hair playfully. “You still wanna get married at thirty, right?”

“If that’s ok with you,” you smiled.

“Just making sure ~ Good night.”

“Text me when you get home.”

When you went inside your home, you went straight to bed, spending the entire night crying yourself to sleep.

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