#i physically had to set down my phone several times bc of how cute this shit was

[realcube]

characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o  (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k 

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references 

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died 

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help 

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent 

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it 

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea 

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed 

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again 

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket 

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his  puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it 

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve 

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own  #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’  he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries 

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air 

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball 

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too 

curse you for being so cute

[fruitsilly]

10 people you want to know better (tagged ppl are under no obligation to do this <3!!)

thank you jude @pansyfem for tagging me! this looks like fun :3

relationship status: single, but heavily lushing/meshing (the sensual/alterous equivalents of crushing respectively) on this guy in my class at uni rn. and i really. Really want him to be my boyfriend holy fucking shit he's so cute. anyways. i also have a milder squish on a girl who's also in my class. i have two exes but i am aromantic and since they were romantic relationships which needed reciprocation they didn't work out. i am still friends with one of my exes (who's also arospec) tho so it's all good!! :•D

favourite colours: my top 5 fave colours are

green

purple

pink

yellow

blue

in that order :)

favourite foods: ough pasta. any kind of pasta really but i am especially partial to lasagne. i also love cheese and pizza. oh and how could i forget!!! millionaire's shortbread!!

song stuck in my head: TOXIC BY BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!!!!!!! although before this it was the borgia family horrible histories song :)

last thing you googled: i use firefox bc im swag so technically i duckduckgo'ed this Anyways. i searched for the tv show "you" bc i saw a gifset from that show featuring a lady i am incredibly bi for and i was like 👀 will i have to watch this now

time: 9.32PM (im gonna write the time of posting this bc i wrote this in my notes app)

dream trip: spain or scotland!! spain bc im learning spanish and scotland bc it's just such a lovely country <3

last thing you read: "the children" by lucy kirkwood! it's a play im reading for my course :)

last book you enjoyed reading: ugh i haven't had the capacity to actually sit down and read a physical book for... too long it's been ages. it's mostly to do with my disabilities and time :( i started reading good omens on my phone but i didn't finish it (i like it so much better than the show lmao). but the actual physical book i read last was "death sets sail" by robin stevens, the final book in her "murder most unladylike" series. ough. ive been with that book series from literally the very beginning. id highly recommend 👍

favourite thing to cook/bake: sadly i don't do enough cooking or baking to know but what i have made is fudge which was quite fun! ive also made a delicious cheesy pasta bake hehe

favourite craft to do in your free time: again. i haven't had the capacity or time to actually make any art since like... march, so, 7 months. yeesh. i miss making digital art. id like to pick it up again but idk when that'll be. id also like to try and get a badge maker bc i have loads of ideas but ugh time is a problem. im just so busy at uni.

most niche dislike: im sure there's Something since im autistic and autism is the Strong Opinions Disorder but nothing's coming to me atm [shrugs]

opinion on circuses: ive only been to one in my life and i really enjoyed it apart from the clowns who i found scary but i was like 8 i think. im less scared of clowns now. also the general aesthetics of them fuck severely

do you have any sense of direction: hardly lol! i have a great photographic memory so even going a certain route once with someone who knows the way i can remember it HOWEVER i am utter shit at finding my way with a map on my own. google maps is always open when im trying to find a place and even then i frequently go in the wrong direction or miss a turning. i just cannot translate distance on a digital map to irl distance. don't even get me started on using a traditional map bc g-d above. id end up more lost than i was before. im excellent at just confusing the hell out of myself <3

tagging: @sillyspooky @skylightz @bromantically @transgenderpolyhedrals @folderone @gir-posting @nvr-pass-spookier-version @heartslobbf @taikacohen @laymedowninsheetsoflinen (plus anyone who sees this and wants to do it just say i tagged you ^_^). again no obligation to do this !! :)

[heavenunderthemoon]

Line Without A Hook- Jennifer Jareau x Reader

summary: You were brought onto the team as a tech analyst to help with the new workload and find a certain blonde has taken an interest in you. 

warnings: none just some angst and then some fluff

I would recommend listening to Line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery while reading bc that’s what I listened to while writing (hence the title), always, enjoy! Also go check out my other works here

"Hey, hot stuff."

Your fingers tightened around the black, government issued telephone you had been holding up to your ear, eyes flickering to Penelope who was finishing up typing in a code to help filter your search results for the unsub.

Jennifer Jareau's arrogantly smooth (in your own, professional opinion, of course) filtered through the phone with ease and successfully made your cheeks tint pink.

"Jennifer." You said curtly, and Penelope spun around in her chair, her face twinged with amusement already.

Ever since you had started working at the bureau a month ago, the team had noticed a...flirtation between you and the blonde former media liaison. You remembered your first day, how her hand had gripped yours tightly and the way her lips had quirked up when you pulled yours back just a bit too fast.

The team had watched for a whole month as the blonde had found fun in her flirtatious poking, the first time she had expressed interest in anyone since her divorce. And you hadn't had any complaints- well, any real complaints. Sure, you answered her stiffly, choosing to only call her Jennifer (because, according to her, only  friends called her 'JJ' and you would vehemently attest that you were not friends), but, if you had actually been bothered by the constant poking you would've voiced it. So, she continued.

"Now, that's no way to greet your favorite co-worker." The blonde teased and you could swear you could hear the smirk in that overly-confident, pompous, velvety voice of hers.

You rolled your eyes as Penelope hit the button to put it on speaker, eyes glued to your face as if to gauge your reaction. But, over the last thirty days you had become excellent at putting on a poker face. With a dry tone, you responded.

"You're right, I'd never greet Emily that way." You cracked wittily, and a small chuckle ghosted from her lips.

They had only been gone for six hours and you knew she probably hadn't changed. She was probably still wearing that wonderful little blazer that fit her slender, toned arms so well. The one that made your eyes follow her as she moved throughout the room, that annoying, adorable little smirk on her lips because she knew it too.

"Ah, how you wound me, Y/N/N." The name grated against your ears and your lips twitched in annoyance.

You hated that nickname. You had never had a nickname before, which, you supposed should be surprising because you were well above the age that nicknames were typically given but no one had ever bothered to give you one and now that someone had (and that someone was Jennifer), you couldn't help but have your annoyance spike at the usage of it.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate when you call me that?" You asked sarcastically.

"Every time I use it." Jennifer responded cheekily, and you rolled your eyes, scooting in to your desk while Penelope giggled.

And just like that she was asking you for an address and you were dutifully searching for it. This case was similar to most you had worked on so far, though the likeness to the others did little to numb the severity of the situations these people found themselves in. You didn't know how they had all been doing it for so long. Looking at this team from the outside in had made it seem like a safe haven, a group of untouchables, of the elite. But now that you were one of them you could see that it was the opposite. That, eventually, this job chipped away at them, piece by piece. You wondered how long it would be until the first part of you left too.

The address pinged onto the corner of your screen and you were speaking into the phone once more, giving it to Jareau woman as she showered you in thanks. Perhaps it was the heat of the moment, or perhaps it was the case itself, the way the women all had blonde hair- it wasn't like Jennifer's hair, no, Jennifer's blonde was golden, like the sun itself had ventured down to earth to lay a kiss atop her head, bleeding some of its golden rays onto her long locks. Whatever the reason may be, you wouldn't particularly know because you were speaking far before you could think twice.

"Wait, Jennifer?" There was shuffling on the other end, the agent most probably gearing up as she walked to the squad cars, preparing to catch the man that had started the whole chase.

The blonde noticed the change in tone immediately. Of course she did, because you had developed a certain tone whenever you spoke with her. An exasperated, breathy, really adorably annoyed sort of tone that she knew was just for show because that cute little smile that you had, the smile that tilted down at the corners because you were trying so very hard to suppress it, always tugged at your lips. That tone was gone, stripped bare and all that remained was you.

"Yeah?" And now you noticed the change in tone, because the tone she normally used with you was irritatingly confident and poised and so frustratingly perfect that it made you automatically go in defense mode because, let's be honest, you were very far from it.

"Be safe." You said, and it seemed more like a plea than a statement and the back of your neck felt extremely hot when you recalled Penelope's presence behind you, the very excitable woman practically shaking at the small interaction and you hung up the phone before Jennifer could even respond.

"Not a word." You warned the Garcia woman, keeping your eyes glued to the screen before you. There was nothing to be done, at least, nothing pressing. You had given the address to the team. Now, what was left was the waiting. The waiting to confirm you had the right guy,  waiting to make sure your team turned out okay (the standards for okay, you had learned, was that everyone was in one piece or not in jail by the end of the case), and that the paperwork was filled out.

Penelope Garcia, being that she was Penelope Garcia, did not follow your request. Her earrings jangled as she rolled her way to you, your shoulders touching as she occupied the space next to your desk. She hadn't been too thrilled at the idea of a new occupant in her bat cave. In fact, she had detested it, all but striking where Emily had brought up the idea. But, the Prentiss woman had been quite adamant about the new addition, claiming that the technical analyst needed help with the new workload as they began to take on more cases, not to mention your resume had been nothing short of sparkling.

Grumbling, Penelope had met you, her eyes landing on the woman staring at the rows of action figurines on display on the righthand corner of the room. She had watched the way you peered at them, the recognition flashing in your eyes and successfully called you out on being a nerd (a secret nerd, as she called you, because you didn't broadcast your 'dorky' interests quite like Penelope liked to.) And that had been that, the Garcia woman clearing out a space for your desk and promising not to tell anyone about your weird niche interests that she had all but pried out of you.

"'Be safe', I think I'm swooning." The Garcia woman fanned her face teasingly and you huffed, refusing to meet her eyes.

"What part of 'not a word' needed to be translated into Penelopian-"

"Peneloponese is actually my official language, but continue."

And this time you did turn to face her with a cross look, arms folded. "Very funny, we'll have to get you on Seinfeld." You said flatly.

The blonde let out a laugh, as she so often did around you. As adamantly against she had been on your presence in her bat cave, she was grateful you had come into her life. Previously, she had relied on figurines and plush animals to bring her happiness when the darkness threatened to breach her area of sanctitude but now she had you, her secretly dorky, outwardly cool coworker who very obviously had a crush on one of her oldest friends.

"I tease out of love, Y/N. Speaking of love,"

You turned back to your computer, cutting th Newman off swiftly. "No."

Penelope let out a whine. "No? You don't even know what I was gong to say." She argued, though she knew you did.

And you did. You knew that she was going to ask what the latest gossip was on you and Jennifer was because that's what she always asked and, yes, while you typically playfully denied anything going on you didn't quite this you could do that this time because this time you were far too trapped into your own brain to dig yourself out long enough to lie. You were stuck, deep, deep in there, think about all the ways in which you thought Jennifer Jareau was an actual angel sent from Heaven above, starting from the golden color of her hair and ending with the way she twirled her pens out of boredom. And you hated that you noticed all those things, mostly because it meant you spent more time than you cared to admit sneaking Ito the bullpen, making excuse after excuse just to stand there and observe the funny way she did things (she ate Cheetos for almost every meal and it baffled you how she was still standing).

But you also hated it because it meant that you liked her and you could not like Jennifer Jareau. You couldn't like her because there was no way in hell that you were dumb enough to set yourself up for failure like that, you weren't that sadistic.

You would never be able to handle the crushing weight of rejection that would inevitably come from unrequitedly liking Jennifer Jareau and, of course, it would be unrequited because how could she like you? How could she like you, someone who simply refused to read a book unless it was a physical copy (you didn't understand the appeal to e-readers because you couldn't smell the old pages as you flipped them or run your fingers along the spine as you read it. Someone who had learned seven languages, one of which was Klingon just because you wanted to see if you actually could (it hadn't been too hard but now you had to live with the fact that you actually knew Klingon). Someone who hated polka-dots. Someone who had a fear of walking over sewer grates because you thought you might just be the one person unlucky enough to fall in. How could Jennifer Jareau, the woman who always walked in to work, never a wrinkle in sight or a hair out of place, possibly like you?

Surely, the flirty nature of your conversations was just something to tease you with, something she found satisfaction in and you hated it because as much as you wished it was true, those sultry looks and kind smiles, the shoulder squeezes and over the shoulder smirks, the walks to the car and greetings in the morning, it wasn't. It wasn't true and it never would be because she was Jennifer Jareau, a newly divorced mother of two.

"Drop it, Pen." And before she opened her mouth once more your tone was softening, shoulders deflating from the tense posture you held before, slumping in vulnerability. "Please."

Penelope's lips pursed shut, the two of you sitting in that silence you had created for what seemed like eternity. The hum of the machines, something that had typically served as a sense of comfort to you, seeming to mock you, a symphony of interruptions that added to the very loud, very panicked screaming currently happening in your brain.

It was the kind of silence that you asked for but once you received but, you regretted it. The silence that enveloped you in its entirety, consuming you whole and dropping you right into the belly of the beast. You started to drown in that silence because, for you, it wasn't silence at all, it was just a big, large, bottomless abyss that served as a chasm for your thoughts to fill and boy did you have a lot of them, none of them entirely pleasant and almost all of them torturous. You felt yourself teetering onto the edge of that metaphoric chasm, tiptoeing the ledge of hate and love for Jennifer Jareau.

But, Penelope Garcia was nothing if not a savior, and her hand latched onto your still one with gentleness.

"She likes you too."

And just like that the chasm was emptying, mind going blank, going absolutely numb because your ears were ringing at even the slightest notion that Jennifer Jareau liked you. Your face must've displayed that because Penelope was continuing.

"She does, I swear, she told me. Well, she told Emily but it was Girls' Night Out and I went to get more drinks and she told Emily but you know that JJ can't hold her liquor all too well and I don't think either of them know that I know and I can't tell them that I know because then they'll know I was eavesdropping- which I wasn't! My eyesight is just really bad so I think my hearing is just hyper-sensitive-"

Your mind raced attempting to keep up with the blonde. "Wait, hold on." You throat felt dry, full of cotton and closing up by the second so you forced yourself to breathe. "She...likes me? Not as a friend but actually likes me?" And you hated how juvenile it all sounded, cringed at the concept that you had to ask your friend if the girl you liked, liked you back, but you had to.

Penelope took a breath of her own, that brilliant smile she always adorned coming back into play. A nod toddled out of her head and she squeezed your hand. "Yes! She never told me, though I think that's because everyone thinks I can't keep a secret. But she always talks about you, never shuts up actually, and the look on her face-"

"She likes me." And as cool as you always tried to look, as mature as you always claimed to be, that childish little smile that overtook your features demolished all of those walls in an instant. Your heart beat quickened and you could've sworn they were singing, singing her name, cheering it, really.

Jennifer. Jennifer. Jennifer.

"She does." The Garcia woman confirmed.

The phone ringing cut off your inner symphony, your hand flying to the phone as you answered it.

"Hello?" You were breathless and you couldn't quite help it.

"First ring. Nothing better to do than answer my calls, huh, Y/N?" And Jennifer was back on the line, the sound of sirens haunting her background. It had been almost an hour since your last call and you could safely assume she had gotten out of the situation alive, the unsub apprehended and the team beginning their victory laps.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jareau, I thought it was someone else." And because your mind had emptied, because your thoughts had gone blank, your quips weren't;t as lethal as they always were, your guard lowered.

JJ snorted. "Oh yeah, like who?"

You spun your chair around, blurting out the first name that came to mind. "Penelope." And instantly your hand was slapping your forehead.

"Penelope? Is she not right next to you?" A breathy little laugh escaped her lips and you stared at the blonde tech analyst, eyes widened and hands gesticulating wildly to which she merely shrugged.

"Uh, yeah, she is...it's a, uh, game...we play." Your excuse was weak and asinine but it was the only one you could think of and if you could astrally project out of your body to smack yourself you would but you couldn't. "Anyways, did you catch the guy?" You asked, quickly changing the subject.

If JJ noticed the awkwardness, she didn't mention it. "Yup, so you won't have to wait too long to see this face if that's what you were wondering." That confidence, the confidence that you know understood was her way of flirting and also would probably be your cause of death.

And with that new understanding, your mind simply stopped working. "Good." And at the realization of what you had just said you attempted to recover. "I mean that's good that you'll be home soon, not good that I'll see your face- not that I don't want to see your face, it's a good face, symmetrical and all that-"

Penelope was waving her hands, signaling for you to stop and your hand was covering your own mouth to stop yourself.

JJ was silent for a moment, the sound of a car door closing before she was speaking once more. "Are you okay, Y/N? You're being...weird."

"Ask her out!" Penelope hissed and you smacked her shoulder.

"Was that Pen What did she say?"

"Nothing!" You shrieked, before clearing your throat, voice returning back to normal. "Nothing, just, uh,"

The Garcia woman was back to miming and you watched as she panto-mimed a date (very poorly, you might add, but it was enough to make you relax, shoulders regaining some movement).

"Do you want to go out for dinner sometime?"

The silence you had so loathed had returned with a sickening fervor and your stomach flipped at it. "With me...in case that wasn't clear." Your hand scratched the back of your neck, hot with embarrassment toward the entirety of this exchange.

And just when you thought you might die from the embarrassment or Penelope might faint from the whole ordeal, Jennifer responded.

"Yes."

[mono-dot-jpeg]

dynamite - b. katsuki

summary; life is sweet as honey, or maybe they’re as sweet as caramel!

genre; fluff, comedy, soft bakugou, best friend! mina, fluff moments w/ bakugou, tsundere! bakugou is what i live for, 3rd year! bakugou

pairing; bakugou katsuki x reader

word count; 2.8k (if you count the lyrics)

a/n: tbh the song doesn’t really fit the theme but the song is cute and i wanted to use it in a fanfic at some point. this is my longest written one shot i think [._.]

ALSO IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! LET’S FUCKIN GO, GAMERS

the song is “dynamite” by BTS, if you haven’t listened to it, please do, it slaps. i didn’t do the entire song bc im too lazy and that’s too long to write ksdjfksdjf i have a limit :monkaW:

‘Cause I, I, I’m in the stars tonight

So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight

You were one of the energetic people in class. You had got along with everyone except the explosive blonde that was Bakugou. You hung out with Mina the most which was how you got initiated into the Bakusquad. With your Quirk, Boombox, it seemed almost perfect that you were in the Bakusquad. You converted sound into explosions though there were drawbacks (that you didn’t wanna get into) of course. 

Your classmates wondered if you had known Bakugou before you joined UA. On the first day, you challenged the male after you found out about his Quirk. Of course he had accepted the challenge and during Quirk Assessment, he had won. Ever since you had become another rival for him, but at least it was more of a healthy rivalry compared to him vs Midoriya (but I mean that rivalry got better overtime).

Thought there were several times where it seemed to be more than a friendly rivalry.

Shoes on, get up in the morn’

Cup of milk, let’s rock and roll

King Kong, kick the drum

Rolling on like a Rolling Stone

It was another normal day for you, except you were going to train with your Quirk. Music was blasting in your headphones as you mutter the lyrics, small explosions popping on your hands.

Before you could leave, Bakugou stopped you. “Oi, dumbass.” You looked up at him, sending him a smile. “You going to train?” You nodded at the male.

“Mhm! You wanna come with? I wanna practice working with my quirk! Let me practice with you!” You said eagerly.

“Ugh, you’re like an annoying puppy, you dumbass. I shouldn’t be inviting you to your own practice.” He rolled his eyes. “Of course, I’m coming with you.” He bonked your head before you rubbed the spot he had hit.

“Hey! You’re like an angry Pomeranian! You’re not any different from me! Come on! Let’s go! I’ll beat you this time!” You said, starting to pull him by the arm as he quickly protested to the physical contact but made no move to tug his arm away.

“Like you’ll beat me. I’m still gonna win.” He scoffed. “And who you callin’ Pomeranian?! You fuckin’ dumbass!” You smiled at him in reply as you btoh made your way to the training areas in UA.

“Can I play some music?” He grumbles as you take it as a sign of agreement. You smile brightly, playing your favorite music. You were experimenting if you had to be the one to make the sound of if you could use sound from other sources. You had always assumed that you had you make the sound yourself.

And so the training started. Within seconds, the sound of explosions and yells ringed in the room. Neither of you went easy on each other. It almost felt like a match in the UA Sports Festival. You and Bakugou never went against each other during it due to the fact you lost when you went against Tokoyami. You couldn’t use anything to fight against Dark Shadow well enough.

As the fight between you and Bakugou continued, you had used your quirk with the loud beat of the music. So, I can use my quirk with music! You had thought. Soon the fight ended with Bakugou winning, much to your disappointment. “I almost got you there!” You said as Bakugou sees the determined glint in your eyes, ready to go against him once again. 

He chuckled, moving his hand on the top of your head and started to ruffle your hair which earned your surprise. It wasn’t until he playfully shoved you, yelling at you, “Come on! You weren’t even close, dumbass!” You swore you saw pink on his face, maybe it was from the heat in the room (from the fight) but you weren’t sure…

Sing song when I'm walking home

Jump up to the top, LeBron

It was a day off in the dorms. You had been in your room all day pretty much. This was usually normal behavior as you played video games in your free time when you weren't studying or gaming. But more often than not, you forgot that you had to care of yourself during off days. Kirishima had went out with the rest of the Bakusquad, leaving you and Bakugou in the dorms with whoever else was there.

You were ending a comp game with some friends who you often six-stacked with. “Yeah, I’ll see you guys later.” They left the group, leaving you to play a few quick play games. You were still in queue until loud knocks echoed in your room, effectively shocking you. “Who is it?” You asked, after getting over your shock.

“Open up idiot!” Bakugou said. You feel like if he bashed any harder on your door, it might just break. You stop the queue and open the door, revealing the blonde male. “How long have you been in your room? You look like shit.”

“Well...how honest do I have to be to answer your question?” The answer you gave him was enough as he soon put you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “W-what are you doing?!” 

Ding-dong, call me on my phone

Ice tea and a game of ping pong

“You haven’t eaten have you?”

“W-well, do small snacks count?”

“No, you fucking idiot.” He took you to the kitchen, putting you down onto a seat as you huffed at him, “Actually fucking eat a meal!”

“Aw, you care about me!”

“W-what? SHUT UP DUMBASS! IF YOU WANNA BEAT ME, DO IT WHEN YOU’RE AT YOUR BEST!” You nodded, laughing a bit at his reaction. He had made some curry with rice, handing a plate over to you while he grumbled about you not eating all day and staying in your room.

“I’ll still beat you! No matter what!” You smiled before you ate. You had realized that this was one of the few times that Bakugou did this on the weekends. “But still, thanks for worrying about me!”

“Shut up! I wasn’t worrying!” His face was red. You wondered if it was from the anger or something else.

This is getting heavy, can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready (Woo-hoo)

Life is sweet as honey, yeah, this beat cha-ching like money, huh

You were at the mall with the Bakusquad (Bakugou included of course). You and Mina were gossiping and talking most of the time. You had suggested to go to the arcade but Mina insisted on dressing you up in some cute clothes before you did. But maybe Mina just wanted to buy clothes for herself as well. You didn’t mind catering to your best friend for a while. 

The boys of the squad didn’t go off too far from you and Mina as they decided to go into a video game store for a bit while you and Mina indulged yourself in the cute clothes.

“You’ll look great in it, y/n! Trust me!” Mina encouraged. You smiled nervously at the female before moving into the changing rooms to change. Unknown to you, a certain blonde had been glancing over at you from the video game store window.

“It’s pretty cute!” You stepped out and Bakugou almost choked on air. The waistband of the skirt hugged your waist comfortably as the black graphic tee was loosely tucked in. Now if you were someone else, Bakugou probably would’ve called you some dumb shit like a basic e-girl or something like that. But you pulled it off. 

“You need to buy it!” Now, Bakugou couldn’t hear you from how far the stores were. Mina took this chance. “I think Bakugou likes it.” Mina glanced over to the video game store, tilting her head to gesture you to look at Bakugou. You glanced over for a second, locking eyes with the male as you feel your face heat up.

Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go

I'm diamond, you know I glow up

Hey, so let's go

You did buy the outfit. And you made your way to the boys. You couldn’t muster up too much courage, suddenly hyper aware about the blonde’s actions. You all eventually arrived at the arcade, your hyper awareness wiped away as you saw the DDR machines.

“Hey Mina! Let’s go! You think you could beat me this time?” You joked as you accidentally bumped shoulders with Bakugou, trying to call out to Mina. Mina was too busy with Kiri and Sero, making you pout. “Damn, meanie. Hey Bakugou?” You dragged out his name, earning a huff from him.

 “I don’t dance.”

“Well, it’s not really dancing! Are you scared that I’m gonna beat you?” You can feel his competitiveness flare up at the question.

“No way in hell am I scared!” He grabbed your wrist, dragging you to one of the DDR machines. “I’ll beat you, dumbass!” You laughed as you let him drag you. 

“Okay!” You stood on the colorful arrows as you picked a song. “I’ll win against you, Bakugou! This is my main game!” You said, fully confident in your skills. He ‘tched’ before the song started. As the song went on, Bakugou seemed to care less about winning and more about the bright smile on your face.

'Cause I, I, I'm in the stars tonight

So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (Hey)

Shining through the city with a little funk and soul

So I'ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh

You weren’t one to have bad days but today just really seemed like a bad day. Hero training was more draining than usual, one of your friends from general studies seemed to be avoiding you for some reason, and you got in trouble with Aizawa today. Nothing could be worse. It was a stressful day and you weren’t happy at all.

The whole Bakusquad seemed to notice this. “Hey Bakugou, you should go talk to y/n!” Kiri suggested as the squad watched you do house work as per the punishment Aizawa had granted you with.

Bring a friend, join the crowd

Whoever wanna come along

“Why me?!”

“Well, you and y/n seem really close. Plus I’m scared that they might just snap at me. They’ve been having a bad day lately. Maybe you could help them out.”

“Aren’t you guys their friends?!”

“Just go do it, bro!” Kiri encouraged, pushing the blonde towards you. 

Bakugou went up to you. “Hey, dumbass, let’s, uh, talk after you’re done with cleaning. Meet me at my room, idiot.” He spat out at you. He seemed oddly nervous. He hated that feeling. How you made him feel like that like it was nothing. You looked at Bakugou, confused for a moment before nodding.

You arrived at the door to his room, knocking softly on it. “What did you wanna talk about, Bakugou?” Before you could react, you were pulled into his room and right into his arms. Your face was forced to rest on his shoulder as you can feel his warmth radiating on you.

Word up, talk the talk

Just move like we Off The Wall

“Y-you looked fuckin’ stressed today. You don’t need to tell me what’s wrong. You can let it out.” There was just something about his words that started to make you cry. You could feel your stress leave you as Bakugou stays silent, comforting you without words. After you finished crying, he starts to speak again, “I’m not good with words, you know this, but I’m, uh, here for you. But don’t get any ideas, dumbass!”

You looked up at him, seeing pink dusted on his face. You start to giggle. “Why are you laughing, idiot!?” He asked as you start to laugh more, your Quirk accidentally activating as it make little sparks in the air. 

“You’re-you’re just really cute!” You said honestly with that bright smile of yours. Bakugou can feel blood rush up to his cheeks.

“I’M NOT CUTE!” The blonde growled, making you laugh more. Eventually, he got over his anger. “Don’t call me cute!” But he was glad that you were happier now after you finished crying. He didn’t know if it was the sparks from your Quirk or the light from his room but you seemed to shine brighter than the sun when you smiled.

Day or night the sky's alight

So we dance to the break of dawn

You fumbled with your outfit as Mina continued to do your makeup. It was a special night. Prom night. You, of course, were going with the Bakusquad. You sort of wished Bakugou asked you out but he would never really do something like that. 

“Are you sure I look good?” You asked Mina.

“You look great! I’m sure Bakugou will like it!” She teased, sending a red flush to your cheeks. You stood up, dusting yourself off. “Ahh! You look so amazing! All the boys and girls will want ya!” You laughed at Mina’s words, tucking some of your hair back. 

You and Mina soon gathered with the others in the living room. Once you entered the room, Bakugou was pretty sure he lost his breath at the sight of you. You were so damn beautiful.

Ladies and gentlemen, I got the medicine

So you should keep ya eyes on the ball, huh

This is getting heavy

Can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready (woo hoo)

“Hey guys! You ready?” You asked, walking over to the squad with Mina having an arm wrapped around your own. You looked at Bakugou and how shocked he was, you simply smiled as you looked up at the male. He can feel blood rush to his face, soon turning away to cover his face.

You all chatted for a while until you arrived at UA. They had (conveniently) set up a ballroom like room for all the 3rd year students. It was pretty loud and crowded. It felt a fairy tale if you were being honest. It was such a magical feeling though. You loved it.

Though you didn’t join Mina and the others on the floor to dance, you were perfectly content with seeing everyone enjoy themselves as you stood on the sidelines.

“So, why are you with the damn idiots dancing?” Bakugou’s voice pierces right through your thoughts.

“I like to see them enjoy themselves. Plus I can’t dance unless I’m playing DDR.” You joked with a small smile as you sipped on your drink.

“You think they care if you’re good at dancing, look at Pikachu and his dumbass.” Bakugou slightly gestured to said male who was terribly dancing, making you laugh a bit. 

“Well, why aren’t you dancing?”

Because I wanted to just look at you.. is what he wanted to say but didn’t. “You think I dance?”

“Maybe your mom taught you a thing or two.” You teased slightly. “I would pay to see you dance.” 

Life is sweet as honey

Yeah, this beat cha-ching like money

“Then dance with me.” You looked at him, your e/c eyes glinted with surprise. “Pay to see me dance by dancing with me.” It felt everything slowed down for a moment and slowly faded. It felt like it was just you and Bakugou. Your heart is beating loudly with the music as Bakugou offers you his hand. “Come on idiot, I’m not gonna wait forever.” You can see the smirk on his face but it’s so teasing and his crimson eyes are glinted with confidence and playfulness.

Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go

I'm diamond, you know I glow up

You take his hand. He leads you onto the dance floor, the rest of squad cheering you guys on. It takes you a bit but you start to get into it as much as Bakugou does. Everyone in your class and the other 3rd year classes are joining you but it only feels like it’s just you and Bakugou. 

Both of you seem to be in sync with each other and it’s like the song playing was only made for you two. 

Let's go

'Cause I-I-I'm in the stars tonight

So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (hey)

The song soon starts to end and your hands are intertwined with his as you’re only looking at each other. You can smell burnt caramel as he tugs you closer to his chest. It’s like everything stopped when you both stand there while the song is getting closer to the end. Before you both knew it, your lips are connecting with his.

Shining through the city with a little funk and soul

So I'ma light it up like dynamite!

[b4dboyblues]

um ok so this will literally not come as a surprise to anyone but fob lyrics and movie quotes get me so weak like please seduce me in this manner i will swoon

[pixcldust]

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 ;

pairing | iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader

wordcount | 1.5k

warnings | mild mention of death, slight angst i think, small letters on purpose

tags | ambiguous ending, friendship to something more, no beta bc im shy

a/n | i don't write gender neutral often (i barely write in 2nd pov tbh) so if i messed something up, pls let me know!! it’s 1am but i couldn’t sleep lmaoo i’ll try to sleep again after posting this.

the beginnings of a love story in three parts. 

i.

it starts in the summer, with you lounging on a deck chair, eating candy that turns your tongue blue. you’re wearing shorts and a tanktop, in one of your friends’ big backyard, watching them scream and laugh in the pool. the sun feels like hell on your bare skin but the laughter is infectious and you’re laughing with them. never mind that it’s your last year of senior high school and that after this, you may never see half of these kids again. there is only the here, the now, and it’s brighter than you’ve ever felt for most of your life.

he comes over, a wide smile on his tan face and pool water dripping off his hair. his fingers move deftly to flick water at you, laughing as he dries his hands and picks up his phone. despite flipping him off, you note his good mood - it’s a rare sight to see him play around so childishly like this. you find that you quite like it.

“done with swimming?” you ask. he nods, eyes on his phone. the first few beats of some hip hop song that you don’t recognise starts playing from its speakers.

“my fingers look like prunes,” he groans as he puts down his phone and splays out his fingers at you childishly. you scrunch your face up at him in return.  “plus they want to go eat pizza after this, and hanamaki is gonna take years to shower so i wanted to get a headstart.”

“we’re eating pizza after?” you roll your eyes. “damn these kids and their big appetites.”

“you’re not hungry, because you’ve been eating so much candy,” he wrinkles his nose at the packet of pop rocks in your hand. “that’s not good for you, y’know?”

there’s a pause, him staring at you and you staring at him - time in a frozen state - before you sigh and motion for his hand. “if you wanted some, you could’ve just asked.”

iwaizumi grins as you pour some on his hand. his smile gleams bright against his skin. “thank you.”

he throws them into his mouth as he runs off to take a shower, and you feel a smile curve your lips. it’s odd. your boyfriend isn’t here - he’s opted to train today, even though it’s probably the last time all of you will ever be close together like this - but you can feel your heart skipping the way it does when you’re with him.

ii. 

you and oikawa started dating at the beginning of your third year. 

it was bound to happen eventually; at least, that’s what most of your friends told you so. you have always been friends with tooru and iwa and, when you reached high school, makki and mattsun. tooru was always the popular one, iwa was the reliable one and you were the calm one. a package deal - girls, students in general, who were interested in oikawa and were too intimidated to approach iwa would come to you. frankly, you didn’t mind. everyone had had a crush on oikawa at least once, and it wasn’t like you were any different when you were younger.

what you didn’t expect was for him to confess to you in your second year. it’s burned in the back of your memory: under the shade of one of the staircases near the gym, in the middle of your lunch break, tooru’s face reddening in embarrassment. you said yes, because you’ve always found him funny and cute and attractive in all the ways more than physical and wasn’t that enough to make a good relationship? 

apparently not, since it’s been several months since you last had a proper conversation with him.

he’s in the gym again today, still training by himself, even though he’s already graduated. he’s going to go overseas, to continue his volleyball training in another team. you know this because that was what he told you the last time you two had a proper conversation. good luck, you said to him because you know that volleyball meant that much to him. never mind that he always, always, always put the sport before you, because even though he was your boyfriend, he was also one of your best friends and that meant supporting his dreams. you’re going to be amazing.

you can hear the squeak of volleyball shoes on hard floor, the thwack of ball against flesh, as you approach the gym doors. he’s there - alone, because school’s out for the end-of-term holidays - and he doesn’t immediately notice you standing there. his eyes are too focused on the ball as he sets to himself. he’s always too focused on the ball.

when he does see you there, he lets the ball drop and give you a smile. “hey y/n. what are you doing here?”

seeing his happy face chips at some of your initial confidence and your words falter at your lips, unwilling to come out. a deep breath because if not now, then when? would you really be okay with letting this relationship drag on and on? if there’s one thing you’re certain of, it’s this: you have fallen out of love with oikawa tooru. and he knows it.

“tooru, I think we should break up.”

it hurts a little, if you’re being honest, as you watch the smile slide off his face, giving way to a soft frown. you know he’s had to do this before, watch a person leave him because he was a little too selfish to give up volleyball for anything else, and you hated knowing that he was going through it again. your fault this time. but you know he’s seen this coming. even matsukawa has asked if you were doing okay in a rare bout of seriousness before. at the time, you didn’t know how to answer the question.

oikawa tooru is a lot of things, but he isn’t stupid. he should have seen this coming from miles away, a freight train hurtling at him with its headlights bright and glaring. it’s deliberate ignorance; oikawa saw the train. he just didn’t feel like stepping off the tracks.

“is this because of volleyball?” he asks, tilting his head. he doesn’t have an argument against you, and you know it’s because he’s felt the romantic love for you die off back to a platonic one. like you felt it. “if so, i’m sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to make you feel lonely-”

“it’s okay, tooru. i’m really proud of you, y’know? and... i hope we can stay friends.”

the last sentence sounds more like a question but he’ll understand. his frown disappears at your words, and while it’s not a smile, it’s something like acceptance and that’s good enough for you at the moment. picking up the ball, he nods. “me too.”

iii.

you’re in a tank top and shorts once again, under blistering heat, only this time they’re new clothes, and it’s just you and hajime. all your friends have grown up and out, dotted all across the country. you hum to yourself, stretching your fingers. hajime passes a packet of pop rocks to you.

“hey haji. have you ever thought about death?”

he eyes you suspiciously like you’re about to trick him with nothing but words, and it makes you want to laugh. “sometimes, yeah.”

makki and mattsun moved out of miyagi after high school opting to attend fancy universities in tokyo. tooru left japan completely - said he was going to train twice as hard overseas after the opportunity presented itself. that just left you and iwaizumi, attending the same college in miyagi. you didn’t mind and, despite iwa’s occasional huffs, he never seems to mind either.

and maybe it’s because the both of you are older now, because you’ve found someone who doesn’t mind the way you prefer to skip over small talk, but recently it feels like hajime has been becoming your source of energy more and more. after classes end, he’s quick to send you a text and you’re even quicker to respond - at this point, you’ve visited almost every cafe in miyagi. even the shitty ones, to hajime’s dismay and your amusement.

“we’re so old now, it feels like i’m on the brink of death,” you groan, pouring pop rocks straight into your mouth. they fizzle like miniature fireworks on your tongue. 

a magazine smacks you on the head but you can’t be bothered to turn and glare at him. you opt to glare straight ahead of you instead, to the pool and the few people in it. sunlight bounces off of the glittery water and your glare turns to a squint. “you’re 21, you’re not 71.”

“maybe it’s the heat getting to me.

“yeah, it’s seriously hot today,” iwaizumi knits his brows, sitting up in his seat. you steal a glance at his exposed biceps - bless his tank top - and feel a strange pound in your chest. opting to ignore it, your lips unfurl into a grin.

“sorry about that.”

the magazine thwacks you on the head again, but not before you see his lips curl into a amused smile to match yours. “shut up.”

all your friends have grown up and out, but your happiness is only beginning.

[shels-kpop-main]

Queen Guys Dating Girls With a Disability (Fluff Blurbs)

I’ve been wanting to do these blurbs for a while, bc this fandom has a lack of representation for those with disabilities. I hope y’all enjoy these, I’m so excited and proud of them <3 Thanks to @zodiacal-dust-and-curls for proofreading for me, and generally being great!!

Roger’s Girlfriend Is Deaf

Roger has always been known for his temper and melodrama, but he softened up quite a bit after meeting you

He took a liking to you the moment you met, despite the fact that you wanted nothing to do with him

He asked you out on many, many occasions, to which you said no every time

Because, although he’s cute and seems charming enough, dating someone who isn’t deaf has never been something you saw as feasible

Until the day that Roger gently taps you on the shoulder, while your translator is in the bathroom

You turn to face him, immediately looking to his lips to read the words falling off them

But they only twitch a little, because he isn’t speaking to you verbally

You watch in surprise as Roger nervously, but clearly, signs, Will you go to dinner with me?

You’re touched and impressed at his effort, and you smile back a silent Yes.

Your first few dates are attended by the ASL translator, but Roger learns more and more of the language over the course of the next several months

The two of you always refer to your first date without your translator as “the second first date”

One evening, you’re laying on the floor reading while Roger practices his playing

He looks up at you, then back at his drums, and smiles to himself

He gets up and comes to you, softly pulling you up and over to his drumkit

He signs to you, telling you he has an idea

You watch, amused, as he presses your hand flat against his bass drum

Tell me what you think of this beat, he says

You watch him as he starts playing, but soon close your eyes to focus

The beat is strong and steady, and you smile, keeping your hand against the drum and pressing your free hand under his snare drum

Roger plays for you every time he practices at home, from that point on

When he brings you to the studio for the first time, you’re already friends with the guys

So Brian accompanies you while Roger is busy in the recording room, making sure people know to face you while speaking so that you can read their lips

One day, one of your hearing aids, which mostly provide white noise and background sounds, stops working

John is more than happy to take the hearing aid apart, and clear out the moisture that had gathered in one of the tubes, thus fixing the problem

And Freddie’s always looking out for you, too

You’re in the engineering booth, watching Roger play with a pleasant smile on your face

This happens to be the day that Reid brought his nephews into work with him

Freddie looks up from his magazine to hear and see them sniggering behind your back, making fun of your hearing aids, knowing you can’t hear them

He knows better than to make a scene --Roger would go ballistic if he knew the little punks were being mean-- but he does the next best thing

He slinks up behind the two boys, figuring he could probably snap their prepubescent asses like twigs

Freddie reaches forward, as you continue to watch your boy playing in blissful unawareness, and grabs each of the boys by the scruffs of their shirts

He yanks them back, away from you, ignoring their yelps and pleas for mercy

“Why don’t you fuck off to the playground, dears, where you belong?” He suggests smoothly with acid in his tone

The boys scamper off, and Freddie nudges your elbow to announce his presence before slinging an arm around your shoulder

Roger is sweaty by the time the recording session concludes, but that doesn’t stop him from patting Fred on the back and pressing a kiss to the side of your head

The two of you sign back and forth to one another for the next few minutes, and Freddie smiles to himself, amazed at how well you bring out the best of Roger

Brian’s Girlfriend Uses a Wheelchair

You’re a physics doctorate student at the same university as Brian

And even though he left to pursue a career with Queen, he made sure to give you his number

Because he really likes you

He asks you if you’d like to go to the museum with him as a first date, and you accept, smiling into the phone receiver

So you move through the science museum side-by-side

Brian asked if you prefer him to push you, and you politely declined

And he gets it right away, that you’re not helpless, and you can get around just fine without assistance

Your determination and resilience are part of what attracts him to you

So your second date is, of course, star-gazing

Brian finds a flat, neatly-trimmed field, and leads you out to the middle of it, where you can see all of the stars in the galaxy so clearly

Brian pulls out a blanket and sits down on the ground next to you

But you look at him, and feel yourself wanting to be closer to him

“Brian?” “Yeah?”

“Will you pick me up? So I can sit with you?”

Brian smiles so sweetly you feel warm and fuzzy inside

He picks you up from your wheelchair, gently as he possibly can, and sets you down on his blanket

Brian sits behind you so you can lean back against his chest

He points to different constellations above you, whispering their names in your ear

At one point, you turn your face to look at him, and press your lips to his

That’s the moment he knows he’s all in, kissing you under all the stars in the Milky Way

So a few weeks later, he invites the guys over for a dinner party so they can meet you

You and Roger become fast friends, and John and Freddie are equally charmed by your wit and humor

When you eventually come to visit them at their recording studios, Freddie always makes a fuss to ensure that the buildings are fully wheelchair-accessible

“Fred, it’s fine, Brian can carry me up the st--” “No! I was told this building would have a ramp to the front door!”

…. “No, Brian, I will not calm down!”

Nevertheless, when you and the band arrive at the new studio --fully equipped with wheelchair ramps and elevators, per Freddie’s insistence-- you and Roger have way too much fun while Brian is busy recording guitar solos

Brian walks into the hall to find you and Roger zooming by on your wheelchair, laughing and hollering

You’re trying to make it from one end of the hall to the other in less than fifteen seconds

“What in God’s name--” “Watch out, love! We’re trying to break a record here!”

“You’re going to break a bone,” Brian frets, glaring at Roger for being so reckless

But the two of you are having the time of your life, and Roger manages to run you down the hallway in thirteen seconds

Brian is fussing the entire time, but gives you a small laugh when Roger spins you around, making you crack up

But when you’re wheeling yourself back into the recording booth, one of your front wheels locks up for no apparent reason

You, Brian, and Roger all look down at the stuck wheel, before looking up at John pitifully

“Alright, alright. Let me have a look.”

So Brian picks you up and holds you to his chest as John kneels next to your wheelchair

He’s a skinny guy, but his upper body strength has improved immensely since dating you

John finds a piece of metal behind the wheel that smacked against the door jamb, thus bending it and jamming the spokes

He hunts down a pair of pliers, and straightens the metal out with relative ease

“Thanks, Deaky,” you smile, as Brian sets you back down in your chair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple

For all of Roger’s antics, and Freddie’s fussing, Brian is glad to have friends and bandmates who care about his girl

They’ve brought you into the group with ease and humor, and he’s grateful for that

John’s Girlfriend Is Blind

You’ve known John all your life, and he’s always referred to you as “my girl”

Even before you started dating, you loved the pet name so much

But now that you’ve been together a while, it’s even more touching when John introduces you as “my girl”

You were up late one night in college, just talking in your living room

“Love, can I ask you a question?” “Go ahead.”

“Do you know what you look like? I mean- I mean, has anyone ever described your appearance to you?”

You chuckle and shake your head, because you were born without sight, and no one’s ever thought to tell you what you look like

So John describes your hair type and texture as best he can, and does the same for your facial features

The last word in his description is “beautiful”.

And you can hear the love in his voice; in fact, you can almost feel it

“So what do you look like?” you ask, giving him a small smile

You can’t see it, but John blushes a deep red, and shakes his head sheepishly

“I’m nothing special,” he chuckles, but you raise your eyebrows

“I don’t believe that for a second,” you insist. “Can I… Can I touch your face, John? To feel what you look like?”

John is flustered, but excited, so he slowly reaches down and lifts your hand up to his face

His fingers brush yours as you press your palm to his cheek

Then, you move your hand to his forehead, and down to his other cheek, then gently sweep over his long nose

Lastly, your fingertips brush down over his lips, and they part as John’s breath hitches in his throat

“I think you’re very handsome,” you tell him with a shy grin

You feel John smile under your thumb, and heat rises to his cheek under your fingers

It’s then that you realize you never moved your hand

But John doesn’t mind; he reaches up and places his hand over yours, holding it to his face

And you’re leaning in, so slowly, to avoid hitting his nose with yours

But it’s perfect, and John tilts his face to greet your lips

The soft kisses shared between the two of you eventually turn into rougher adventures as you explore each others’ bodies via physical touch

These touches, in turn, eventually lead to quiet evenings spent in each others’ company and trips to the coast, the days blending together as you and John settle into your feelings for one another

The first time John invites you to a Queen show, you call Freddie in a panic

“Freddie, thank God you’re home.” “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“I need you to do my makeup for tonight.” “Oh, yes.”

Freddie is at your apartment hours before the show so that he has enough time to get ready himself

By the time he’s done with you, you’re all dolled up, with painted eyelids and lips, and eyelashes up to your eyebrows

“You didn’t overdo it, did you?” You ask nervously

“Dear thing, you have to trust me. You look marvelous. John’s gonna burst out of his trousers.”

“Freddie! For God’s sake,” you scold him, but you’re both laughing

You and Freddie meet the guys at the venue, and John just about falls over because he’s never seen you in makeup before

He just says “Wow” a lot

The show is fantastic, and you let the music surround you, knowing that they all look up amazing up on that stage

The after-party is great, too

Brian guides you around the club to introduce you to people while John goes to get drinks

He’s gotten pretty good at leading you through crowds, making sure your hand is on his elbow at all times

Roger and Freddie are waiting at the table when you and Brian join them

Brian does his best to guide you into the booth, but he’s not as experienced at these little things as John

You’ve got your cane, but it slips under the table, and Brian doesn’t see it in time to stop you

So your hip makes contact with the table, and you utter a soft Oof when you bump into it

“Oh no, love, I’m so sorry--” Brian rushes to apologize, but Roger’s and Freddie’s attention is elsewhere

A group of younger guys at the table next to yours make no secret of their laughter, pointing at your cane

You hear them, but try to ignore it, desperately wanting John

But the next thing you hear is a loud shuffling movement, a cracking sound and yelling from the next booth over, and Freddie shouting, “Get ‘em, Rog!”

“Oh, dear,” Brian sighs, sounding disappointed but not surprised

“What’s going on?” you ask him, concerned

“Roger’s just launched himself into the next booth, and he’s now attempting to fight three men at once.”

You hear John setting the glasses down on the table, immediately sliding your drink into your hand so you can hold it securely

“What’d they say?” John asks, sitting next to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders

“They were laughing at me,” you explain, feeling a bit better as you hear a yelp from one of the men, presumably having just been punched by Roger

“Ah,” John responds, annoyed at the ridicule but not surprised at Roger’s reaction

Truth be told, he was thankful for his friends looking out for you when he wasn’t there

And as Brian hauled a still-very-enraged Roger back to your booth, you could have sworn you heard John high-five the drummer

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b-b-b-back once again , cldn’t wait can’t be tamed .. as with all my intros .. tis a doozy so feel free to mssg me for a tl;dr if we feelin lazy i will totally understand , or scroll to the wc’s i tried to think of as many as possible bc i wanna plot wit every1 )): !! anyhaps like this n i will come force my heathen of a gurl on u !

⌠ GRACIE ABRAMS, 20, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, THALIA HALL! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in AWARENESS TRAINING, BREATH CONTROL, HAND TO HAND COMBAT + THREAT ELIMINATION and they DID go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of dirt under a meticulously painted manicure, the shrill ring of her phone and poorly treated books creased at the spine. when it’s the (scorpio)’s birthday on 11/02/2000, they always request FISH FINGERS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. 

biography / pinterest

was born in the states but dad and her moved back to england the year she was born, which was also the year he graduated blackthorne. his mother was ‘never in the picture’ which has left her imagination to go down several paths, discontent with all of them. unfortunately daddy dearest crafts a space where she’d never dare ask ! she has a bit of an obsession with the blackthorne graduation ritual because of it .

was immediately placed under the care of two retired spies, sort of a foster care system within the spy community. dad still visited whenever he wasn’t working and still technically had full custody over her. up until she went to prep school, led a very sheltered life. homeschooled by them, but they were fairly lax. her dad expected a certain amount of training to be done, but her and her foster siblings usually mucked about a fair bit. her training would always be done in the form of games which she discovered early on that she loved to win, it made her fiercely competitive.

was very spoiled by them, grew up in a huge country estate and excelled in her home school classes without trying, which made her extremely entitled. she’d often wrestle with her siblings in the garden , and bring them to tears . biting them, pulling their hair, slapping them around . it would earn her a slap on the wrist , but it was never anything a sorry couldn’t fix . spends her free time laying in the grass reading , and learning the romance languages and was raised speaking cantonese bc that’s her foster parents native language . more invested in the sociology of linguistics and how it can be used to assert and diminish power but only cares for this in a self-serving way .

spy prep rolls around and it’s very exciting ! as predicted ( by herself lmao ) she does well, without even having to try. socially , she drifts through groups , picking up on cues on how to interact , what works well and what doesn’t . doesn’t find anyone particularly interesting and would much rather be reading but by not having any sort of allegiance to one particular group , it ends with her being very well-liked . the top marks is unsurprising, further fuelled by some amusing competition , finding that her desire to earn good grades comes more from wanting to spite others than actually wanting to achieve good grades . finals roll around and she gets the highest grade in her year and in tandem with being well liked, earns her place as valedictorian . she’s very proud of herself, not for earning valedictorian, but for besting aylin . 

in the months prior , on a field trip she meets a boy and for the first time in ever , exudes big dumb energy gets his number , starts texting him , starts sneaking off campus to meet him ... he’s a total casanova , a big romantic and exactly like the protags in the romance novels she reads . it’s a big prep school no-no but as long as no one finds out it’s fine ! then walks in aylin, and destroys her whole career by reporting her ( she doesn’t know for sure it was her , but has her suspicions since their rivalry had run throughout the entirety of prep school ). she’s kicked out , denied graduation , valedictorian and is humiliated . she calls her civilian boyfriend the night of , but his line’s already been disconnected , presumably threatened / beat up by her lovely dad .

her father is livid , but is able to use his connections to get her a place at another , less prestigious prep school and negotiates with the school to take her to and fro every day , like he’s picking her up from daycare . he stops working for a full year to do this , and expects her to feel indebted to him . the monotony of repeating the year makes her irritable, made worse by the snickers she constantly hears in the hallways . but she has gallagher to look forward to , knowing she’ll still be going there because continuing tradition is important to her father , who also decided her majors for her and had a big argument with him when she asked if she could take linguistics ! he makes her call him every single night at 6p.m. if she misses a call , he contacts the school . she hates him . 

personality 

passive aggressive emphasis on the aggressive : is always withholding judgement, but inevitably always lets a comment slip. think, ‘   you’re so confident to wear whatever you want to,   ’ or, ‘   wow ! that colour’s so bright i almost need sunglasses !   ’ petty as hell  in all respects physically too , spots a bruise on your arm ? you bet she’s gonna press it and ask if that hurts, then say sorry when you yelp . 

hypocritical : detests people who don’t try but doesn’t try herself and justifies it by getting really good grades . believes there’s no point sleeping with someone unless you love them , then will drunkenly hook up with someone that very same night . 

hope less romantic : she has no hope for others but remains a romantic . thinks people have given up on courting people and wooing them . expects flowers at her door , good morning texts and candlelit dinners . leaves secret admirer notes under people's door to people she thinks are cute and thinks she might have a crush on in the future , quite creepy but at least she doesn't use magazine clippings anymore ! 

spiteful : life is a game and she wants to win it ! makes everything into a competition , even unconsciously . goes up to the adjacent treadmill and makes the speed and incline several points higher than the person next to her . painting your nails with her ? she’ll make sure hers looks better and point out that you didn’t coat the ends of your nails . board game night with her is fun for no one but her , i’m so sorry if she ever ropes you into one !

bookworm : her disgustingly high standards about love come from her singular past relationships and books . read one too many jane austen’s and now she’s crazy

loyal : her loyalty is hard to earn , but once you’ve got it , you’ve got it .

*think the arrogant exterior of jesse eisenberg as zucc in the social network with emaline addario ( everything sucks ) type dramatics every so often to keep it spicy !

wanted connections

toxic friendship ! a slow burn relationship of passive-aggressiveness and co-dependency, one day they stop taking her shit or say they’re going to but always end up in each other’s company at the end of the day . or maybe one day they don’t come back to her and thalia is forced to admit she may have been too harsh .

hook-ups she has when drunk ! which she will only have when drunk , to follow her unspecified , no rights , belief system . will pretend like she does not know you the next day . oh to be a romantic , but a scorpio . a tough life .

people she has crushes on ! and leaves handwritten poetry under their door or in their notebooks , absolutely humiliating that she acts this way ! bonus points for a note that’s left under the door and the wrong person reads it . 

sparring buddies but make it feral ! no rules sorta deal, out in the woods, scratches from twigs, bloodied rocks, anything to let some of her pent up aggression out . they can go swimming after : )

daddy issues gang ! someone hears her on the phone in the hallway , inquires , proceeds to talk about how much they hate their fathers . thalia tells them how she’s going to kill him one day <3 alternatively , her father may have been the cause or implicated in the death of your chara’s loved one .

roommates ! self-explanatory , but she probably dislikes them and is unfairly harsh on them . sets rules but lets herself be exempt from them stuff like that x also for berlin she requested a room by herself lmao n deluded herself into thinking she wld be accommodated , thus i’m going to leave whoever she rooms with up to fate and she will hate it regardless of whoever she gets roomed with !

someone who hates aylin as much as she does ! yes this is deserving of a whole connection , thalia would probably die for this person . alternatively , aylin’s friends who she hates as a byproduct of hating aylin or tries to get them to hate aylin .

rivals ! because it’s the only thing that motivates her to do well in school .  

encryption major ! who helps her find out about her dad’s past , and present . what he’s done and what he continues to do . also a way for her to maybe switch one of her majors to linguistics and hacking a report that says she’s still in her predetermined majors .

take a chill pill ! someone who gets her to relax , makes her watch reality television which she relentlessly criticizes , but this person won’t give up trying to make her less of an awful human bean .

anything else ! i am , as the kids say , down to clown .

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the art of flirting on a hover board pt. 3

Ivy runs a successful arts non-profit and Joe tags along when Rami and Lucy go to visit her. But what happens when a simple bet made over a hover board competition gets out of hand?

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Ivy (OC)

Rating: Rated S for Soft Bitch Hours

Warnings: None! (Yet)

This is the second to last part! I hope you guys are all loving it :)

Part 1    ~~~     Part 2

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"Oh, FUCK yeah." 

The opening notes of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue filled the kitchen as Ivy got up to make some more coffee. 

The kitchen that was part of the living space of the organization was every Fixer Upper fans wet dream.

Big windows, marble counter tops, a farmhouse table, an island and even a special cabinet dedicated solely to coffee mugs upon Ivy's request. ("I don't think one woman should own so many coffee mugs" was Joe's response as he looked at it with a horrified expression.)

Since Rami, Joe and Lucy had shown up, the past few days had passed in a blur. The "Unholy Trinity" as Ivy had dubbed them, had been so generous with their time. They had hosted "office hours" where kids could go in and talk to them in small groups or one-on-one for advice. They each had given a lecture or done a Q and A in one of the auditoriums. 

(Rami had walked on stage for his first Q and A session and was given a standing ovation. This meant that, for several days, whenever Rami walked into a room, Lucy and Ivy would leap to their feet, applauding wildly.)

Ivy had gotten to spend time with each of them and while she and Rami went way back, she found it incredibly easy to talk to both Lucy and Joe. She felt like she and Lucy had known each other for forever and had even had a wine night with Erin where Erin and Lucy had teased Ivy mercilessly about her and Joe's hopeless flirting. 

There had been one incident in particular that Lucy had gleefully filled Erin in on.

~~~

They had been backstage during Lucy's Q and A session. 

Ivy was backstage, acting as stage manager after introducing Lucy and Rami, who was the moderator, onstage. Joe had tagged along for support.

He said.

He really just wanted a chance to hang out with Ivy.  

In a small, dimly lit area. 

Alone.

Once Ivy had checked to ensure lights were good, mics on and working and everyone was set, she had made a beeline to Joe who was on the side of the stage. 

After the third question asking Lucy what it had been like dating her co-star Ivy had had enough of the bullshit and decided to take her boredom out on Joe. 

"OW. Why did you do that?" Joe hissed as he rubbed his side where Ivy's elbow had delivered a vicious blow.

Ivy shrugged, "I don't know, 'm bored."

Joe rolled his eyes, "So this is your mature decision? To elbow an innocent man?"

Ivy considered his statement and ran a hand through her hair. Joe watched it flutter back around her face like so many strands of delicate thread. He wanted that hair fanned out over a pillow, his pillow to be exact. He wanted it in his face as he woke up. He wanted to run his fingers through it when they were watching TV. There had been so many times he had had to physically stop himself from touching her hair.

"Well, yes. To be fair, you are in my line of fire." Ivy said as the smile she had tried to keep contained broke free as her eyes slid over to meet Joe's. 

Joe sighed as he shook his head, "Oh, you are so going to regret this"

Ivy's brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what he meant when Joe's elbow shot out, knocking into her arm and causing her to stumble a few steps to the right.

She turned to Joe with a mock outraged look on her face, "Oh, it is so ON" she hissed as she came at him, elbows flying. 

Joe threw up his arms just in time to deflect the first blows of Ivy's assault. Elbows were being thrown wildly as they desperately tried to keep their laughter stifled so as not to disrupt the action onstage. 

Finally, Ivy couldn't take it anymore, she was laughing so hard she thought she would choke, "Alright. Alright! Truce. TRUCE." She panted as she held out her hands to catch Joe's elbows in a desperate attempt to get him to stop.

He felt her hand wrap around his elbow and he dropped his hand to land on her bicep as they stood in the dimly lit backstage area.

They were both suddenly aware of how they were the only two people back there.

The quiet atmosphere, the dim lighting, the whispered words all came together to set a scene that had Ivy's heart fluttering and a familiar warmth building inside of her once again.

She could take care of that warmth later. She had taken care of it, multiple times in fact. But no matter how many times she touched herself or came around her vibrator it was always the same name that fell from her lips when she came undone.

Joe

Joe felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked down at Ivy.  

She was very aware of how close she was standing next to Joe.

She could smell his cologne.

He could smell her perfume. 

She flicked her eyes up to Joe's and was engulfed by the deep brown. He couldn't stop thinking about her lips and when she parted them to let out a shaky breath he almost let out a groan. 

She looked down at his lips.

He kept his gaze on hers. 

She tilted her head a fraction of an inch. 

He shuffled his feet closer. 

And then,

There was thunderous applause as Lucy and Rami waved to the crowd and made their way backstage. 

Ivy's hand fell as she turned her body away from Joe's, unhooking her hair behind her ears to hopefully cover the blush she knew was inevitably spreading. 

Joe coughed into his hand as he shuffled his feet, trying to look like nothing had happened. 

And nothing had happened. 

So, then why, when Lucy looked at them both, did it feel like they had been caught naked?

~~~

After Lucy had shared that story, Erin and Lucy had done nothing but tease Ivy about the whole thing and offer some incredibly colorful descriptions of what, exactly, Joe could do with his hands. While they had schemed to figure out other ways to get Joe and Ivy back together in a dimly lit area, Ivy had kept another, similar, incident to herself.

~~~

Ivy had been planning out the month's events late one night. This was a task that required a large chunk of time, complete solitude, her best playlist of 80's Bops and Jamz and one break for pizza.

Rami, Lucy and Joe had supplied the pizza and the much needed break when they stopped by to check on Ivy.

That had been three hours ago and her eyes were starting to cross as she stared at the spreadsheet on her laptop, then to the whiteboard full of indecipherable scribbles then to the planner to her right. 

She huffed out a laugh as she pulled up a picture of the Charlie Kelly meme from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia where he's standing in front of a board that looked much like her own. She stood up to take a selfie in front of the board. She added the two pictures next to each other and tweeted, "Who did it better?" Laughing at her own cleverness it quickly turned to a sigh as she turned her gaze back to the board and the impossible equation before her.  

~

Joe had been hanging out in the living room, sprawled on the couch, halfheartedly watching a Planet Earth documentary and scrolling through social media when he saw Ivy's tweet. 

"Who did it better?" Her eyes looking crazy as she stood in front of the same whiteboard he had seen earlier that night. He smiled to himself as he contemplated her picture. Even trying to take a funny picture, she was still so cute. 

He saw the time stamp and realized she had only sent it out a few minutes ago. He glanced up and made a quick decision. 

He hopped up from the couch, tucking his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. He tugged his white t-shirt down as he ambled down the hallway back towards the office area. 

He padded down dimly lit hallways that felt too quiet. He was already used to the noise that filled the building during the day. People talking over each other, sharing ideas, yelling out to friends, he could almost convince himself the air was thick with unfinished artistic ideas. 

He started climbing the staircase at the front of the building to see one of the last conference rooms at the end of the hall still lit up. Ivy was standing in front of the white board, hands on her hips. Her hair had been pulled up into a ponytail, heels kicked off and abandoned hours earlier. The faint sound of synths leaking through the doorway indicated the 80's playlist was still going strong. 

He knocked on the window and laughed as she jumped and turned around to see who was still up. 

She smiled and Joe noticed her eyes were considerably dimmer, the shadows underneath more prominent. 

She opened the door and waved him in, "Welcome to my self-imposed prison. Visiting hours are technically over but I can make an exception this once." 

"Have you interacted with another human since we left you...four hours ago?"

"NO I HAVE NOT!! Thank you so much for asking, please save me." 

He watched in amusement as she sank onto the floor and her head bonked against the wall. Her head fell into her hands as she rubbed her temples.

"Right, we're getting you out of here. This is...A PRISON BREAK." Joe declared as he leapt onto the table. 

Ivy just face planted onto the floor, 

"I can't break free, trademark Queen," Joe nodded his thanks solemnly as Ivy continued to talk into the carpet,  "until I get these last two sessions scheduled but the people teaching them have conflicts on the same DAY and I literally cannot figure out how to make it WORK unless I start over and I REALLY don't-"

"Switch them with Gracie's seminar and Adam's demo."

He saw her body still as she considered what he had just said. 

She slowly pushed herself up to a standing position as she faced the board with wide eyes.

She turned to face Joe and stared at him with a dazed look on her face, "You're a fucking genius."

Joe shrugged in faux modesty, "So they tell me. Now c'mon, let's get you out of here."

Ivy groaned, "Please. I can hear my bed and sweatpants calling to me even from here." 

Joe chuckled as he jumped off the table and walked towards her. She stuck out her arms and wrapped them around his neck to pull him close to her.

"Thank you, I was losing my mind."

Joe's arms instinctively wrapped around her as he rested his chin on the top of her head, "Of course. Always happy to help you."

Ivy pulled away and gazed up at him with sleepy eyes and a soft smile.

Joe realized how close her mouth was to his. Ivy felt Joe's breath break over her face, the smell of his toothpaste sending her heart fluttering.

Joe could count all of the freckles that covered Ivy's cheeks.

The moment stretched out.

Ivy's eyes searched Joe's.  

Joe took a deep breath as he got ready to lower his head down.

Then Ivy's laptop chimed with a notification and the spell was broken. 

~

She hadn't told anyone about that moment. 

~

Ivy poured coffee into her mug as she heard someone shuffle into the kitchen and offered them a "good morning" as she placed the pot back onto the burner. 

Joe rubbed his eyes as he stretched and murmured a good morning back to Ivy. He shuffled closer and tugged on the end of Ivy's ponytail, "When did those even come back?"

"What? Scrunchies?" Ivy asked as she lifted up one hand to feel the leopard print one keeping her hair back.

"Yeah, weren't those popular in the 80's?"

"Umm, yeah but they came back in style months ago. Keep up old man." She teased as she took a sip of coffee. 

"Ah. Please tell me there's more coffee. I don't think I can talk about scrunchies anymore until I have some." 

"Fair. I just made some more. Help yourself." She indicated the nearly full pot and Joe groaned in ecstasy. 

"I know, she's beautiful" Ivy sighed as she wrapped her hands around her own mug and inhaled deeply. 

"Do you guys have any more mugs or..?" Joe asked pointedly as he motioned toward The Mug Cabinet.

"No, just cup your hands, I'll pour some in to them for you."

"Oh perfect, let me just-" Joe cupped his hands as he stepped closer to Ivy who laughed and reached her hand out to push against his shoulder, "We have mugs, obviously. Some uneducated swines might even say Too Many Mugs." She threw a pointed look at Joe as she opened the cabinet with a flourish.

"Okay but like, c'mon Ivy. It's a ridiculous amount of mugs for one woman to own."

"Well if you're just going to insult my mugs then you don't get one." She moved to close the door, 

"Alright, well, hold on," Joe's hand shot out to stop the hand that was closing the door. 

"Mozzarello, you made it very clear that-" Ivy's retort died in her throat as she turned to look up at Joe who in turn was looking down at her. Pinning her in place with his stare. 

Ivy could hear herself swallow extra loudly as she felt her body temperature rise and her cheeks start to flush. 

"I made it very clear, what?" Joe realized his voice had dropped about three octaves.

"That-that, um, you don't...believe...in mugs." She let the sentence die and cringed at how dumb that sounded. 

"I don't believe in mugs, huh?"

"Well, that's what it sounded like!" Ivy could hear her voice starting to rise into territory only dogs would be able to hear and willed herself to take it down several notches. 

Joe's eyes hungrily took in her flushed cheeks, the movement of her throat as she swallowed (he couldn't think too hard about swallowing, he would combust then and there) how her hand was shaking beneath his. He wanted this moment to last forever but also wanted to get to the part where he was finally kissing her. 

~~~

Lucy had been scrolling through her phone as she wandered towards the kitchen. She got closer and something told her to stop.

She looked up and strained her ears as she heard two voices, one distinctly male, the other female. 

She locked her phone, then slowly approached the swinging door. 

The door hadn't closed fully so she peered through the crack and nearly ruined everything by yelling in excitement. 

She spun around and ran into Rami who reached out to steady her,

"Woah, hey, what's going on? Why aren't you-?"

"We need to get out of here, NOW! Or else everything will be ruined, c'mon!" She practically pulled him off his feet as she hurried down the hallway, phone already opened to Erin's contact information as she slammed the call button.

"Someone better be dying. It's a Saturday. The Lord said to rest on Saturday."

"Pretty sure that's Sunday."

"Even more of a sign that I need rest."

"Well you're about to be fully awake because guess who's in the kitchen together, inches apart, practically drowning in the sexual tension they've created?"

Lucy heard the ruffling of blankets as Erin pushed herself up, "Is it? Really? Don't joke with me about things like this. We've waited too long."

Lucy bit back a laugh, "You know I wouldn't call you this early on a Saturday without it being serious as hell."

"Luce, I know you can't see me but I am doing a happy dance on my bed."

"What do you think I'm doing in the hallway now?"

"So...does that mean we can't go into the kitchen to get coffee?"

Rami winced as Lucy's fist connected with his shoulder and Erin's screams came through the phone.

~~~

"So, are you going to get a mug or...?" Ivy had found her throat so dry it took all of her concentration to push the words out.  She was starting to worry that she and Joe had been standing in this position for too long and it was no longer flirty but just weird. 

"Yeah. I am. But right now, coffee's not really top of mind." Joe admitted as his eyes flicked to her lips and back up to her eyes.

Her lips parted and Joe knew that if he didn't kiss her in the next 30 seconds he would lose his fucking mind.

"Yeah. Same." Ivy internally rolled her eyes at how dumb she sounded. But, being so close to Joe, so close she could just reach out and grab him, she was surprised she was still standing. 

Joe couldn't tear his eyes away from her own. He knew that someone needed to make a move soon or something, or more likely someone, would come and ruin the moment. 

And as if he willed it into existence to ruin his own life, he heard footsteps, Lucy yelling incomprehensibly and then, 

"REV UP THOSE FRIERS BECAUSE I NEED COFFEE" as Sean kicked the door open followed closely by Adam. Ivy heard Lucy getting closer and yelling at them to not do what she thought they were going to do. 

Ivy quickly stepped around Joe to intercept the two men as Joe just stared at a point on the wall.

He had been so close. 

It took everything in Ivy not to knock Sean and Adam's heads together. 

She had been so close. 

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If We Were A Movie (Kim Mingyu)

Hi babes! So Erin and I geeked out bc we finally reached 400 followers!!! We cried a bit and really thank you guys for everything! It’s not possible without y’all! Enough rambling. -Bee

“Another win for the ever-talented Kim Mingyu.” You raised your hand for a high five which he eagerly slapped. “Stop being such a good actor or we’ll probably have to build you a separate room for all your wins.”

“It’s luck,” he shrugged modestly. “And my ridiculously good looks.”

“Who are you if not your own biggest fan? Okay, so there’s an after party going on if you wanna go or we clear the rest of the night to get you to start packing because need I remind you that you leave for this next movie in five days.” You unlocked your phone and rambled off the rest of his schedule, each time grinning wider than the last until his laughs betrayed him and you looked up at him in confusion. “What?”

“Do you ever get a day off?” He shook his head. “I think you’re more concerned about this coming month than I am.” He took out his own phone and compared it to yours. “Jeez, you’re more of an overqualified agent than my assistant. Wait, I have a physical the day after tomorrow? Since when?” He gestured you to start walking to his dressing room so he could change.

“Since you agreed to the role three months back.” You shrugged. “Maybe if you paid more attention, then you’d know.”

“But not even my agent knows-”

“Your agent’s job is to make sure you book your roles and you don’t risk it, hence your lack of scandals. I’m just here to make sure you keep yourself alive and well because your fans will probably kill me.”

“I knew I didn’t just hire you for your cute looks.” He closed the door in your face, giving him the last laugh.

You pounded on the door, laughing. “You hired me because you needed a friend!” Well from what he’s told you at least.

He opened it, sticking his head out. “And you’re a good one at that. Now please let me get dressed so I can go to this party while you enjoy your night off.”

“Hey, unblock me while you’re at it you coward!”

*

You threw the shirt along with the rest of the rejected pieces of clothing. You weren’t expecting to be invited along to all sorts of parties and social gatherings (that was more Mingyu’s scene) but because you were constantly by his side, it’d make sense for you to dress the part in case it happened. All your casual and formal clothing had been packed in different suitcases (and as low maintenance as you were, you liked messing with him because he could honestly pack like it was the end of the world...well it didn’t help that his stylist Xu Minghao tailored his wardrobe to perfection and often made it a point to show it off, subtly of course.)

You checked the time, surprised to see it was a quarter to two (and that Mingyu had refollowed on every social media account he previously blocked you on but it was otherwise fairly quiet from his end.) If you didn’t get any sleep soon, you’d be too tired for your day to yourself. You’d made plans to do something by yourself whether it be a haircut, buy new clothes, or maybe even get yourself that book you were eyeing; you just wanted some quality time with yourself and if you didn’t start that now, it’d be...awhile. You left your pile of clothes right where they were, just in case they’d be better looking in the morning. You washed the makeup and dirt away from your face as you changed into your most comfortable pyjamas (which you were too lazy to do so hours ago), hearing the kettle whistling, signaling that your water was ready for your nighttime tea. You’d managed to pour yourself a cup before you got an incoming call from Mingyu. “Hello?”

“Y/N MY LOVELY ASSISTANT,” He bellowed from his end of the receiver and you had to turn down the volume despite the fact it was on speaker because he was that loud when he had a little too much alcohol in his system. “CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME.” You turned it down as low as it could go. “OH NO. OH NO. OH NO. GUYS I LOST Y/N.”

You laughed. “Mingyu I’m right here in the kitchen, getting ready to sleep. Are you home yet?”

“YOU’RE AT MY HOME. WITHOUT ME? HOW DO YOU HAVE MY KEYS? DID I LEAVE THEM IN YOUR CAR AGAIN?”

“Go home and get some sleep please. Call me in the morning.”

“I LOVE YOU BUDDY.”

“Me too pal. Me too.”

*

You watched in irritated amusement as Mingyu and his costar hung out behind the scenes as the subplot progressed onscreen, peering over at you occasionally just to make sure you hadn’t abandoned him completely, but also making sure he could see you in case he needed you to save him, not that he needed it. You knew one of his personal rules was to not date who he worked with, but this one seemed to bend the rules a bit. So far, they’ve had dinner after hours, went shopping a couple of times and even had Mingyu blow off parts of his day that you had planned for him to get done. All in all, you were amazed at it all. He was fighting it and fighting it well but you also knew you had to give him some kind of hell for it. After all, he’s missed several meetings even if they weren’t all that important; it was just mostly scheduling fanmeets, interviews and just anything to give his upcoming movie publicity. (The fans might’ve done that enough though.) They were called back to the main screen not much later with you telling him it was the final shot of the day and you’d meet him back in your hotel room, so while they were getting ready for the big climax, you used that as an excuse to grab breakfast/lunch/dinner.

You’d been there since early in the morning, only snacking on pretzels and whatever what was put out on the table and if you didn’t get food in your system soon, you were sure you’d pass out from lack of nutrition. (As it was, you were cranky and your headache wasn’t helping.) Fast food was, unfortunately your only option, so you grudgingly ordered your meal (and another for the ever ravenous boy because he’d cause a mini scene until you relented so you spared yourself the guilt trip early.)

Getting to your suite, you set everything on the counter, kicked off your shoes and turned on the TV, getting some rest before eating. (Being an assistant was more tiring than you let on. Mingyu tried his hardest to make it easy for you, treating more like an equal rather than someone who was constantly waiting on his orders. You very rarely saw his diva side, which he used only when cast and crew were both assholes not only to him, but to you. He admired your efficiency, occasionally buying you a card saying he appreciated what you did for him, and your friendly demeanor even when you were put in the worst circumstances. It was only at home and your you time when he released the frustrations.) You hadn’t even known that you had fallen asleep until you felt someone shaking your shoulder telling you to wake up. You opened your eyes to find Mingyu looking at you with slight concern and you waved him off, standing up and stretching. “I didn’t hear you knocking.”

“I just got home and I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite and go for ice cream afterward but I can see you got dinner covered and you look too tired to...get up again.” Which was true. You fell back on the couch which had made him pause his sentence. He shook his head and instead brought the bags of burgers and fries to you, taking a spot next to you. He passed you your order (which had grown cold) and changed the channel, growing more unsatisfied with every show he skipped. He finally stopped when he saw one of his old movies, wordlessly asking you if you were okay with it and you just shrugged. He smiled to himself, turning the volume up and finally taking a bite of his burger.

It was his first lead role, having just finished a television series as a supporting character (Jeon Wonwoo’s no less), which had you questioning why he had wanted to hire you of all people. He had seen you at a cafe and over the course of watching you carefully organizing your notes, taking various phone calls (because in this day, everyone preferred standard texting and email), and overall meticulously and painstakingly writing out your agenda for the week, right down to being able to pencil in a nap, he introduced himself to you. Of course you were starstruck and even a little afraid; of course you had a crush on him because of course you religiously had watched his show and were -unsurprisingly- counting down the day until you had a moment to watch his debut as a lead, not a side character. You first thought it was all a joke, some prank that was waiting to happen because of a date you had rejected a few days prior. Even when he reassured you that the offer was legit, you were skeptical because you were a student, not someone who had experience scheduling people’s life into your notebooks and keeping them busy.

He convinced you though, and as he got bigger, so did your paycheck, enabling you to pay off your debts and continuing your schooling online. He was happy with your choice because it meant he could spend time with someone around his age, and not lose his roots of being a young adult, trying to get parts of his life together. He didn’t tell you this sober but one night that he had too much to drink, he called you, emotions and alcohol impairing his speech but being able to thank you for being in his life and that the real reason he hired you was because he wanted someone to call a friend and remain faithful and not let fame get to his head. Thinking about that now, made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, despite shivering from your cold drink sliding down your throat. “I’m glad you hired me,” you commented to no one in particular, but you know he needed to hear it sometimes.

“Even though I scared the shit out of you?”

You mulled it over just a bit. He only reason he had come off as intimidating as he did was because of his height. He towered over you and you were initially afraid that if you rejected his offer, he would do something, so you fearfully agreed. Needless to say, he was as scary as a housefly. “Even then.”

He smiled in your direction. “Me too.” And just like that, his own eyes closed, the long day washing over him as he fell asleep, the burger half eaten on his lap.

*

The movie, needless to say, was a complete success, breaking his previous record and going straight to #1 at the box office on opening weekend alone. It helped with all the time he spent with his costar outside of the filming sets and with whatever you were able to book whether it had been planned from the get go or some strings his agent had helped pull as well as charity events.

Kim Mingyu had a certain boyish charm to him that had eyes on him constantly and the more he was seen in public, the better. His biggest asset, ironically enough was his clumsiness. Most, if not all, of his fans related to him due to clips you constantly uploaded to social media of him dropping things, falling from his bed, him forgetting about that last step at the top of the stairs which because you were busy recording, often had him tripping over it and taking you down with him.

Any dating rumors were squashed as quickly as they surfaced, which intrigued his fans as well as his costar’s and many quickly integrated, shipping them and discussing conspiracy theories that proved they were secretly together.

It was a funny thing seeing them fighting amongst the fans that were convinced it was you dating Mingyu. I mean, with all the time you spent together and all the times you’ve blocked each other and going live about it, it did seem rather likely. You yourself almost believed it, but you knew better and how well he maintained his professionalism with everyone. In all the time you’ve worked for him, he’s been in one steady relationship with someone when he went back to his hometown after his big break and was outed. It was apparently quite the scandal. Your quick thinking gave him time off and how to address the situation when the time came but that you knew of there was someone else a little before you were hired.

It seemed he brought back the zombie trend with his latest blockbuster because in the weeks that followed, you saw a lot of makeup tutorials that resembled the undead and official merch were popping up everywhere. You showed them all to Mingyu who never ceased to be awestruck and sometimes even dumbfounded because he was just doing his job: being someone else while maintaining his own personality.

His latest success meant a lot more interviews which was fine with you both until you had to leave him for a week because of a termite infestation that occurred in your apartment complex and while the bad news was that it was condemned, you were able to throw your belongings in a storage unit and you decided to deal with that after Mingyu took time off. During that time, you had a realization of just how much time you spent together. It was strange looking a few feet away from you and not seeing the six foot human within eyesight and sometimes you could swear that you heard his voice somewhere. You missed him terribly, you’d admit that much. It was one thing when y’all had vacation time and purposely silenced your work phone but it was another thing to constantly be checking on his replacement to make sure he was on schedule and you followed up with Mingyu himself because he knew how you could be. His favorite phrase seemed to be, “There was a little hitch...kidding!”, followed by his predictable events before ending with a subtle whine of when you were coming back which had him counting down the days, even though yougave him a wrong estimate.

The day you were due to come back, you were running late, leaving you frustrated because you had planned to surprise him over breakfast, but because life and delays, you didn’t get to him until late afternoon. According to the day’s schedule, he was at a fan meet, so you hightailed it to the venue and arrived, skid marks all but visible as you flew in. His replacement assistant looked relieved seeing you back, adjusting the headphone/microphone set that allowed you to hear what Mingyu and his fans were discussing in record time. You caught a lot of questions of why he looked so bummed and if everything was okay, and you could imagine him smiling as he assured everyone he was fine. He was not fine; he didn’t have you, according to everyone.

So you went up onstage to where he was at, putting a finger to your lips to hint at everyone waiting for him to remain silent. Because he was the star, he was at the very end, so it was quite a trek in your opinion at least, turning off your headset so the feedback wouldn’t give you away. You were behind him as a preteen fan finally reached him, trying to hold in her giddiness at seeing you two together. You waved her and her grin widened. “H-hi.” She held out a picture of him for him to sign. “C-Can I ask you a question?”

Mingyu nodded, the already preparing himself for his own generic answer as he autographed the photo. “Fire away.”

“Would you consider yourself brave like your character?” She eyed you when you put your hand over your mouth to hide your snort. Mingyu was about as brave as Winnie the Pooh going after heffalumps. It was you who often had to kill the spider to stop him from burning the place down. (No, you actually stopped by his place once to see him dousing his kitchen table with gasoline.) He’s even said he was staying with you once the apocalypse happened. (He was convinced it was inevitable.)

It still surprised you when he shook his head. “My character can do things I can only dream of like leading people and saving them and telling them what they need to hear. I can’t even say something without being afraid of what someone is gonna tell me…”

“Can I ask you something else?” She whispered this so low you almost missed it had Mingyu not nodded.

“If you could say something without fear...without consequence, what would it be?”

Smart kid, you figured, in both the question and the way she said it. It was a question that had you pondering.

Mingyu also seemed caught offguard by it, racking his brain to see how he could answer. Finally he spoke. “I guess I’d tell someone I’m close to how much I love them.”

“What’s stopping you Oppa?”

“A lot of things, I guess.” Her eyes widened and when they flickered to you, you shook your head, and used it as the opportunity to announce your presence by grabbing his shoulders and making him jump. You were really curious about who he was talking about, but that wasn’t your business.

“Yah, you punk,” he scolded you, “you were supposed to be here two days ago.” He broke out into his signature grin. “I missed you.”

“And they're here to see you,” you gestured towards his steadily growing line that had their phones out, recording the little interaction. You backed away slowly as he returned to his adoring fans, hearing everything they said, smiling at some of the comments and laughing when you heard something particularly funny (mostly when they mentioned him looking cheery because of a certain someone cough cough you.) Once the event was over, he rushed over to engulf you in a well deserved hug because in Mingyu time, a week was the equivalent of two years. You wrinkled your nose. “You’re gross and sweaty. Go shower and change your clothes. I’m gonna help everyone pick up.”

“But I wanna take you out to dinner. I haven’t seen you in a week. My shower can wait. ”

“I’m not going near you until you’re clean,” you pointed out. You folded a few chairs and took them to their place. “Why are you still here? Go.”

*

You felt like you could use the shower, but at least you felt useful. The crew thanked you tenfold and bid you a great evening as they retired for the day. You were happy to report to Mingyu (once he got out that is) that this was his last thing for awhile so he could finally go on that vacation he was planning, which sucked on your part because you just got back and you were already gonna separate again. And not to mention the house hunt you were about to go on. You walked back to where the dressing rooms were, hoping to rush the actor.

He was already waiting by one of the front doors, leaning against it. You walked up to him and he surprised you by meeting you halfway, saying nothing. He ran a hand through his damp hair, studying you, a very un-Mingyu like thing to do.

“Hey,” you greeted him shyly. “You ready to get going?”

He walked up to you slowly, a rather bashful smile appearing on his face, giving him the look a child who’s about to ask if he could have ice cream before bed, and expecting a no in return. “I...just have to do something first.” He bit the inside of his lip, exhaling slowly, gaining courage before taking your face in his hands and kissing you hesitantly, slowly, carefully, but reluctantly pulling away to assess your reaction, foreheads touching. You remembered what he had said to the young fan earlier, blanking out on what to tell him. The only logical reaction was to stare at him puzzled, and he chuckled, despite it not going how he quite imagined it, his voice sounding deep and labored. “I talked to a fan earlier, before you got there, and she asked me if I could do something and not be scared and she asked why I hadn’t done it yet…”

“Me?” You cut him off.

“You heard?”

“I caught a few of your conversations but I thought you’d had enough of everyone asking why you were sad. I didn’t think…” You exhaled. “Why me?”

“Why not you? Everything you do for me...to pushing me so I’m on top of it, to assure me I’m doing all I can, to just making sure I’m not overworking myself, and-and even with how much time we spend together...how can I not pick you?”

“It’s my job. I’m supposed to do all of that.”

“Y/N, not even my agent knows what I’m supposed to do until she has orders from you that it’s been okayed from physicians to trainers to nutritionists. I...I don’t know anyone else that would go that far. I’m pretty sure you even know when I’m about to get sick because sometimes I get a hint of something medicinal in my drinks.”

It was hard to look away from him, especially when his gaze was unwavering and he was as close to you as he was. You cared about him and his wellbeing; it was obvious enough when you let him get an extra hour or two of sleep instead of rushing him out the door to get from point A to point B, and when you cut off his sugar supply when he’s had enough; you even squeezed time in with his old friends because he worked hard, sometimes too hard. You tenderly brushed his hair from his face. “Me?” you repeated incredulously.

He nodded, looking as sure as he felt. “You.” He finally allowed himself to smile. “I just...I really love you.”

Your heart pounded at his confession. He had thousands, if not, millions of admirers worldwide, a dream to everyone who had known or met him, and his own heart...was yours. You hadn’t expected your eyes to shut to keep the tears in, but they did and it was your turn to exhale. “Mingyu.” You paused. “This isn’t just something because I just came back, isn’t it?”

“I missed you the whole time you were gone,” he confessed. “But it was also more than that. Every time you’re not around, it’s hard for me to focus and get everything done. It’s like part of me is missing and it’s dumb because I know you’re always here, but I’m afraid that one day you’re gonna go somewhere and not come back and the only thing I’ll have to remember you by is a text saying you’re sorry.” He shook his head at the thought, his confidence deflating because you hadn’t said anything to accept or reject him.

“Kim Mingyu, I think I’d at least tell you in person because really? A text?” You smiled at your half assed attempt to make him laugh, but you poked his cheek upward. “I-I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to. We’ve done too much together as it is...and it’d be a shame to not know what could be between us.”

He perked up at that. “I...you mean that?”

“Oh my god Mingyu! Just ask me out or I swear-” He cut you off with another kiss, this one longer and more passionate and full of happiness that radiated onto you.

[trickstercheebs]

writing-prompt-s:

One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash, clothes, and furniture to you in the mail, eventually, the mob boss sends you a letter to stating that they bought you a house, and it lists an adress. What do you do?

so here we go, doin this prompt bc it sparked a interesting scenario in my mind.

but im doin a twist on the mob boss so lets go

Today had already started off horribly for you, more so than the usual bouts of bad luck. It felt like everything that could of gone to hell had and did so with enthusiasm. You woke up late and barely made it on time to work, but you had to skip breakfast in order to do so. Thinking that was the end of it was a stupid mistake you found out later.

When your lunch break had finally rolled around you were practically running on empty and rushed out to make the most of your hour break..Which was ruined midway when your boss informed you that your hours were being cut again via text. He knew you needed all the hours you could get, your rent was due next week and you barely had enough as it was to pay for that let alone eat.

And now to top it all off, you had lost your wallet while storming back to work to try and plead your case to your boss to get your hours back. You only had ten or so minutes to find the damned thing before someone nabbed it and you lost everything else, which at the rate today was going wouldn’t surprise you. But still you scrambled to comb over every inch of ground between your work and the fast food joint you ducked into a while ago. Time was running out and with it your financial stability and ability to fight off the urge to break down into tears over how fucked you were about to be.

Just before the tears could start, you felt a heavy hand rest on your shoulder followed by what was the roughest voice you have ever heard physically. A chill set up your spine as you turned to look up at the speaker. And you had to really look up, which naturally gave you a good view of a very very finely tailored suit of heathered coal and blood red rust.

“ ‘Cuse me, but I think you dropped this back there a little while ago. Figured it was yours after seeing you just about crawl into traffic..”

A Demon..none of the demons you worked with or knew..looked as intimidating as this guy did now..It could of been thanks in part to the pair of thick horns curling out from under his hat..Or maybe the burning coals peering down at you from beneath the brim of his hat. This guy clearly ran with the Mob that you heard talked about in soft whispers. No one human or demon crossed them, if you ran into the wrong one you were guaranteed to be scrubbed from existence shortly after..You had been woken up one night to such a “scrub job” and promptly felt the fear of god enter your soul. The next day it was as if nothing happened, no one wanted to acknowledge it out of fear they’d be next. And here you were being directly addressed in public no less.....you were very suddenly aware of how quiet the streets had gotten.

You’re jogged from your fear induced daydream by a gentle tap on the forehead by something soft, your wallet no less. The Demon was grinning down at you softly, likely having a idea what was going through your head and finding it a bit funny.

“Relax, just felt like helping a poor soul out, just seeing you scramble about like that on the ground just felt like a cry for help..”

You nod and gently take your wallet out of his hand, giving a weak thank you in reply before getting up off the ground at last. Another thank you slips out before you remember the time..shit you’re going to be docked more time if your shitty boss catches you coming back in late...You let out one last hasty thank you and excuse yourself to get back to work before rushing off. The Demon gives you a wave and watches your flight back to safety, the soft grin slowly slipping back into a frown before he fishes a sleek phone out of his pockets and dials up a number.

“Hey, it’s me..yeah I got a job for you, nothin special just a info job for today..”

Out of his breast pocket he pulls out a small slip of paper..a receipt bearing a name. He quietly lists it off to his underlings and hums a soft tune, walking on his way towards his destination.

Back at work your boss unfortunately doesn’t care to hear your sob story about needing more hours..He threatened to outright fire you if you kept badgering him on the matter. You drag yourself back to work and soon forget the encounter, you’re still alive and hell he even helped you find your wallet..Maybe today was finally picking up? The rest of the day passes by thankfully without further incident and soon you come home to pass out, thanks to your boss you now had the day off tomorrow..So least you can sleep in right?

Elsewhere, in a rather stately but comfortable looking office a folder is handed over the desk to a pair of awaiting hands, the demon from before quietly flips through the papers contained within..Every bit of info about you from the last several years openly splayed out for his eyes to glean over..That same small frown deepens the more he reads..You were broke, and that was putting it very gently..How you were even able to eat let alone scramble like that was a surprise to him. He had seen dozens of other pitiable souls like you in this city and passed them by, but you for some reason had struck a chord with him, and that struck him as odd. He had gotten far in this business listening to that little voice in the back of his mind about things, something about you rang right with him..Setting your file on his gut he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“ Can’t believe I’m doing this..must be going soft or something.”

Picking up his phone once more, he began dialing a few more numbers, it’d had been a while since he had done some “charity” but something about what he was doing felt..nice. Could be the idea of helping a lost soul in need..or maybe he had taken a liking to you? He couldn’t quite tell just yet, but he’d be keeping a keen eye on you to see what happened next.

The day you had been dreading all month had finally come..you barely had enough money, actually scratch that, you had nowhere near enough now to pay this months rent. You were fucked and you knew it, your landlord was a jackass and hated tenants who didn’t have their money on time...You knew he hated you already, you’ve been late several times in the past and dreaded telling him you were going to be late...again. Gently knocking on the door you mentally braced yourself for the verbal attack that was about to happen. The door’s whipped open and a tall gnarled looking demon cranes his neck out to look at you.

“What are you doin here kid?”

“Ah..I’m here about the rent? Mine’s due today...and uh I need to tell you that I-”

“You’re already good for this month kid. You that sleep deprived that you forgot already paying me?”

“wh-What? I...already paid?”

“Yeah, just got the money this morning. You’re good this month, finally on time for once...Go get some sleep, you look like shit.”

Before you can question him further the door’s slammed shut, leaving you bewildered..but happy? How did you even get the money, hell how did you even manage to get up early to pay? You’d heard of sleep walking but this is something else..But you weren’t about to look a gifted horse in the mouth, you now had some spending money, which meant something to eat besides peanut butter sandwiches and ramen. Running back to get your wallet, you decided to make the most of your day off and get some actual food from the store down the block. That night you practically stuffed yourself on eggs, bacon and pancakes, even having some for tomorrow morning for a actual damn breakfast. Being full on something that wasn’t fried or 90% sugar and carbs you actually felt...human for once. You knew it likely wasn’t going to last but, you’d enjoy it for what you could.

The next day at work was quiet, not that you minded that at all, you got to chat with your coworkers about things and stupid stuff you overheard from customers while on job. It was nice, hell even your boss seemed to leave you alone today, he was usually on your ass about something, or one of the others about some menial task he didn’t think you were doing right..When you got home though you were met with a surprise waiting for you on your doorstep.. A hefty looking box was resting against the door with your name and address on it? You don’t remember ordering anything..maybe it was a package from your parents, which in of itself was rare these days..Dragging it in you searched for a return address and only found..nothing? Least nothing but the shipping company’s address. 

Carefully checking the thing for anything dangerous you took the risk and opened it..Waiting a few minutes with the window open as a just in case you soon got over your fear of “death by mail” and rifled through the box’s contents...All of which were clothing? Nothing used, and all in your size strangely enough. Several brand new pairs of jeans, several cute looking shirts and even a nice jacket to boot! You searched the inside again more thoroughly to find any trace or reason behind this gift package..Who would be this nice?? All of this looked fairly expensive...then again you only ever bought clothes used or on sale..everything looked expensive to you nowadays. Shifting things around something in the jacket got your attention..hidden in one of the pockets was..a thick looking envelope?

“oh god please don’t let this be drugs...or something gross..”

Poised near the window again if it was indeed drugs..or something disturbing hidden within, you delicately peeled the letter open...Only to see several thick wads of cash crammed in..along with a note.

“Here’s some spending money. Use it wisely, and have some fun.”

It was hand written..elegant as hell and neat, you admit you stared at the note and cash for a good solid ten minutes as you internally blue screened at the brick of cash now in your hands. Was this reality?? Did you accidentally get hit by a bus and not notice and now this is the afterlife? A thousand explanations blurred through your head trying to make sense of why you now had all of this in your lap. It only got worse when you thumbed through the cash and found out you had been randomly given eight thousand dollars. Your bank account never held that much in years...and now you’re fucking holding it in your hands with no clear explanation as to why or how. Tears of joy and confusion slowly worked their way down your face as you sat on the ground taking it all in. You felt numb but excited all at the same time, you had no idea what the hell you were going to do with all of this...The rational part of your head said to save it and maybe spend a little, the note did say to have fun right?

The next day you went out and bought yourself some shoes, nothing fancy or stupid..but some durable sneakers you had been eyeing for months now, hell you bought two pairs in your favorite colors. Walking out with the bags in hand you felt elated somehow, you knew it was silly but it was something you’ve always wanted. After work you went out to treat yourself at a new eatery you heard some of your coworkers gushing about last week. The food was rich and hearty and good god you ate until you felt like you were about to burst inside. You even got some to take home and eat for lunch tomorrow it was so good..You tipped well, because why not? They were working as hard as you were after all, you went home in high spirits once again.

It went like that for close to a week, you spent close to a thousand or more on yourself getting some things you’d need but could never afford..and maybe a few things you just died wanting..The rest had been carefully deposited into your account, not all at one because you were ungodly afraid of being questioned about where the hell you were getting so much money. You felt nice knowing you’d have something of a decent living for a while. And just as your figured things were back to normal, during your day off you got a heavy set of knocks on your door.

Scrambling after the second set of knocks you open the door to see a tired but gruff looking man standing in your doorway holding a clipboard and staring you down.

“Delivery’s here, you ordered a bed and couch set yea? Me and the boys are here to confirm your order and help set things up.”

“...wh....Who? Wait I never ordered anything like that...?”

“This your address though right?”

Seeing the bewildered look on your face he shows you the order form..it is your name and address. You decide you can’t really tell this guy no, judging by the steady tired glare he’s leveling your way. You confirm and he asks for a signature. Once that was taken care of he vanishes back down the stairs for several minutes, only to come back up with a few other strong looking men and women hefting up a mattress and what looks like a frame? You get out of the way and they slip in with practiced ease and one starts setting up the frame while your old mattress is stripped and taken out.

“Forgot to mention, paid for removal as well. Pretty good tip to boot..We’ll be back inna sec with the new couch..you want it in the main room right?”

“Y-yeah..thank you.”

The bed was set up in record timing and soon a brand new, very plush looking couch now stood in your front room..The old weather beaten couch you got off the curb long since gone with the old mattress you bought years ago as well..Both looked so soft and comfortable you almost felt wrong sleeping or sitting on either..It felt like you were in someone elses house almost now..Feeling a bit out of sorts you decide to head out for a little while and maybe get some air..possibly something to eat now that you had the spare cash for it.

Walking down the street you were slowly heading towards one of your old favorite places to eat, a old style burger diner sort of deal. The food was amazing and pretty cheap despite the quality of the food being so good. As you walked towards the doors you felt a heavy hand clap down on your shoulder, making you squawk out in surprise and turn to see a familiarly scary sight. He was donned in a sea blue and lavender suit this time, but those horns and eyes were still the same.

“Hey long time no see! Heh, sorry about scaring ya just now, bad habit of mine movin quietly like that..”

“N-no problem, just made me jump a little is all..but yeah it’s been a while huh? H-how’ve you been?”

“Busy as a bee these days, you know how it is. No rest for the wicked and all that. You know this place? Been running around all day and forgot to eat, now I’m paying for it big time and I’m dyin for something good.”

“Oh..yeah I love this place..it’s got some good burgers and fries..”

“Well then you’ve twisted my arm, let’s head in and find us a seat huh?”

Before you can ask him to clarify what he means by us, there’s a thick arm wrapped around your shoulders and gently herding you inside alongside its massive owner. The brief silence that meets your arrival is short lived but not unnoticed as you’re swept inside. Looking about your newfound friend peeks down at you for a second.

“Hey you wanna grab a booth together or you wanna do your own thing?”

You dwell on it for a second or two...honestly you were curious about this strange demon..for someone as big and damned terrifying they somehow also managed to look..friendly all in the span of a few seconds. And it wasn’t like he’d kill you or something in public...possibly.

“Sure I don’t mind a booth, lead the way?”

With that he resumes steering you towards a free booth and the both of you slip in to get comfortable. After a moment he slips his hat off and for the first time you notice he doesn’t look....well that damn scary, you’re blaming demon magic for the burning coal eyes possibly. Other than the long faded scar tracking over one eye and cheek he looked..nice even.

“There something on my face?”

...Course he caught you staring, you falter for a second but manage to catch yourself fast enough to not look stupid as hell.

“I was just thinking, I never caught your name from before..and I never told you mine..haha, I guess I was just a bit scatterbrained that day and more focused on not being late for work..’’

“Hey no worries, happens to all of us..And shame on me for not bothering to introduce myself sooner. Name’s Desmondias Neri, pleasure to meet you.”

He offers a large hand for you to shake over the table and you smile before shaking and introducing yourself in kind, you quietly notice how damn small your hand looks in his..Then again you’re fairly short to begin with..most demons were just unfairly tall.

Before you could dwell on it more the waitress comes to get your drink orders and tell you about specials, Desmondias flips through the menu a brief moment as you rattle off your usual order..A cheeseburger with bacon and plenty of fixings..along with onion rings and tots..Listening to your order he hummed softly, apparently interested at the choice enough to just about order the same only double the meat and with extra fries. The waitress walks off to put your orders in and he grins at your surprised face.

“What? Told you I haven’t eaten almost all day, I could practically eat a horse by now..and what you ordered sounded pretty good.”

“Well I can’t really argue that..they have good onion rings here, if I could I’d eat here every day but it’s a bit of a walk so I only go when I got the time..”

The next several minutes are spent with you both happily chatting about your lives and favorite past times..its strange how easy you find yourself talking to Desmondias..like a old friend you ran into after not seeing him for years. The food comes sometime later and you both dig in all the while still chattering away..He breaks it up briefly by asking if your day after the wallet incident got any better? 

You pause to clear your throat and eagerly tell him about all the strange shit that had been going on to you since then, with so very few friends outside of work you had been dying to tell someone else about this strange occurrence. Desmondias looks about as shocked as you were when you first got the gifts.

“Really? All that happened? Jeeze someone must really like you then, you sure it’s not some secret admirer in your apartments helping you out or something?”

You let out a laugh at the thought of someone being smitten with you enough to give you eight thousand dollars along with other things..You don’t tell him that of course, instead you tell him you’d be surprised if someone who could afford to do all that was living in such a run down complex like that. It wasn’t much of a secret that the area you were in now was effectively the slums..Only dead broke or immigrants bothered living where you were..and you were deadass broke...well were deadass broke. 

While you were going off about it all you failed to spot the thoughtful look pass over Desmondias’s face..The rest of the meal goes over fairly well and soon the two of you are heading back out the doors feeling happy and well fed. Your new friend has donned his spooky demon eyes hat as you’re now calling it once more, but that big grin ruins the evil look as he gently claps your shoulder.

“I think it was my lucky day running into you, haven’t had a cheeseburger that good in a long while..And you were right about those onion rings, I’ll have to remember this place if I’m ever hankering for more fast food.”

“No problem, was nice to be able to sit down and grab a bite with you, haven’t had this much fun inna while myself. Wouldn’t mind meeting up with you to do it again if you’re ever in the neighborhood...”

“Was that you asking me out on a date just now~?”

“Wh-!? No no! I just...I just meant if, if you know if you wanted to, that’s all!”

You could feel your face flush up as a deep well of laughter works its way out of Desmondias’s chest, somehow it sounds nice hearing him laugh, the thought’s immediately pushed aside however as he catches his breath.

“I know I know, I’m just teasing ya calm down..But yeah I’d love to do this again with you sometime, I could use the downtime to relax..I should probably give you my number right?”

“Yeah that might help..I can give you mine as well, I got my phone out so just put it in through here”

A few clicks later and a test text and now you both could call one another at your leisure.. Turning to head home after waving goodbye you hear Des, the nickname he put himself down as and told you he preferred it of all things, calling out to you as he walked the other way.

“See ya soon then for our next date! Hahaa!”

You feel your face blush hard as his laughter rings out over your indignant yelling, but the smile on your face stopped any forced venom from seeping into your angry cries at him as he fled homeward.

A month or two passes by, you and Des keep in contact with one another via texts and silly pictures off and on. You do meet up to eat at the diner more than once, Des has taken to calling it his “burger date” which after the first few times has grown on you. Your anonymous admirer has since then given you another eight thousand dollars..you’re still gobsmacked about whoever this is doing this out of the blue..You tell your demon pal about it and he’s as clueless as you are about the entire thing and wonders if the next installment’s going to include a ring. You nearly choke on your food and he apologizes through a fit of giggles over nearly killing you.

“Well I mean if someones givin me that sorta cash they must have a thing for me right?”

“Yeah but I’m not about to marry some stranger whos being my...well my sugar daddy..Or sugar momma if it’s a woman..Hell I’d just want to know who’s doing this so I could find out why and maybe thank them? Maybe get to know them and all that, I just wanna know why they’re doing all this for me..”

“You’ve got me man, I’m still surprised they’re keeping it up this long without dropping in to finally introduce themselves..maybe they’re shy?”

You shrug and pop another onion ring into your mouth...whoever this mysterious benefactor was, you dearly hoped they’d reveal themselves sooner or later.

Another week passes and one day as you come in from work, you find another thick envelope..it’s different from the ones you were used to seeing full of cash, it was a manilla one this time and it felt rather sturdy with whatever was inside. Taking it to open on the couch you dumped the contents into your lap. Inside was a very ornate looking letter and some official looking documents...

The letter itself simply said “Enjoy” in that same flourishing calligraphy you’ve come to know as your admirers handwriting. The documents themselves were what looked like.....a deed to a house somewhere uptown and statements saying it was paid for..Along with that was a letter of acceptance to a new job nearby that you could only dream of getting..

Your heart stopped beating..or was it beating so fast you couldn’t feel it anymore, with the level of shock you were now in it was hard to tell. That same numbness of disbelief was slowly setting in..A house, a actual literal fucking house was bought and paid for you..Along with a job that’d more than pay for its rent and everything..

Scrambling to find your phone you sent a alarmed text to Des explaining what just happened and advice for what to do..Several minutes pass by at a agonizing pace before he responds. He’s just as shocked, and asks if you want to go check it out? He even offers to come with in case it’s some shifty nonsense..and frankly you could almost kiss him for the offer. You were scared shitless of going to this place alone..but with Des beside you it should be fine..and hell you’d have a witness if they turned out to be creepy and murderous..

You get dressed and agree to meet Des at the nearby subway to head on over together, you’re clearly nervous and Des does his best to calm your nerves as you both make your way to the address. When you arrive you find out it looks...nice, beautiful even. The neighborhood is quiet and serene, you can even spot a park nearby as you both walk to the given address.

“This looks like the place...you ready to go in or do you need a moment?”

“Nah I’m fine..let’s check it out..maybe whoever’s behind all of this is inside waiting for me...”

“Well...only one way to find out right?”

You nod and the two of you walk for the stairs, Des placing a hand on your shoulder gently..a gesture that you’ve come to appreciate as his demonic warmth seeps into you. It helps shake off the chills of fear trying to set in as you reach for the door and undo the lock with the key the letter enclosed.

Beyond the door was...nothing, well nothing but a empty hall and living room. A few carpets littered the floor but it looked clear of anything else. You looked around to see if anyone was lurking about, anxiety growing as you couldn’t find another soul in the house. Des on the other hand remained in the living room, simply watching you run about searching.

“I don’t get it...Wouldn’t they be here if they’re giving me something like a damn house?? What the hell is going on...I thought..I thought they’d be here..”

Des..let out a long sigh before slipping his hat off and looking at you square in the face.

“They are here though...I uh, got something to tell you. It’s me..I’m the mysterious secret admirer.”

“ ...w...what? What? No it’s...It can’t be?”

“It is though, it is me..Remember that day I found your wallet? I found it half open in the hands of some shitty pickpocket who was just about to throw it away after seeing how little was in there..He tossed it at me after saying it was a waste of effort and took off..After I found you I might have done some digging and found out just how right he was..”

“You..you just somehow found out how poor I was and sent me shit..was this all out of pity???”

“Only the rent the first time was, I admit that..And maybe the clothes and cash but I saw you out later shopping and...and well..”

“Well what? What are you talking about?”

“You looked happy..something about seeing you smile like that struck me dead and I couldn’t stop thinking about it..about you..I know that sounds creepy I’m sorry. I was just planning on sending you the couch and bed and leaving it at that for good..But then I met you at the burger joint and thought it was fate telling me otherwise..I had fun that night..and getting to know you since then only made it more so...”

You felt what shock and anger that had set in slowly dissipate as he talked..Sure you were still pissed that most of this was a gift of pity..a gift that you really really needed but still.. But the bigger fact that you had apparently got a demon smitten with you doing nothing shoved that anger aside as your face flushed a bright pink..

“So..so all those times you kept asking me to go for burger dates were..were actual dates?? Wait wait...wait how the hell are you able to afford all this? All that money you gave me this whole time..How aren’t you broke Des??”

He gives you a small grin at the question before standing up straight, almost proudly so..

“Well..I mean I am..sort of the Head of the Demon Mob for this side of the city. That kinda helps out alot actually, what you got is pretty much pocket change for me in the long run..”

“wait..wiat you’re the..I’m dating the actual fuckin head of a mob??? The fucking Demon Mob???”

“Yeah, why else would I wear these suits? I know they make me look good but in summer they’re absolute hell to deal with..But yeah, I’m the head of the mob..and we’re kinda dating...If you want to that is.”

“...Well..I mean..I don’t mind it? You’ve been so sweet and fun, and who else out here is going to give me a damn house?? I got a house over taking a demon mobster out for burgers and stupid memes..”

“Hey that’s not all that..I like the way your face crinkles up when you laugh at some stupid joke I tell you..And the way your eyes light up when you’re talking about something good that happened to you that day..”

“Oh god..sh shut up..shut up you’re going to make me blush talking like that...jeeze Des, you’re a huge sap for a demon..”

“You’re already red enough in the face to be mistaken for a imp though..heheh..And what can I say? Can’t help it when I’ve found someone worth spoiling with affection and shit..”

“...pfft, alright fine..You win you big nerd, I’ll take the stupid awesome house..”

“Was hoping you’d say that~”

You couldn’t help but grin back at Des’s stupid happy look now plastered on his face. When you told him as such he snorted and moved to scoop you up into a hug as you squeaked at him in surprise, much to his delight.

The next week you were settled in at last, Des and a few of his helpers gladly assisted you moving in and getting some more things to fill the place out. They had all been dying to meet the person their boss had been gushing about for months now, much to Des’s dismay at them all telling you about it.

In the span of a few months your life had gone from hell to..well surprisingly comfortable. The job turned out to be working alongside Des’s men as a intern in the accounting department, it paid fairly well and you got along with everyone just fine. In a way you had joined the mob and life couldn’t have been better, you made sure to tell Des as much whenever the two of you went on a “Burger Date”.

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mafia! Mingyu

anon requested: “Could you do Mafiamember!Mingyu please?? Thank you!!”

Admin Jess: Ok so I know this is extremely late, but I wanted to make sure I could do this au correctly so I researched and rewrote, and made people edit and read this and went over it again and so yea,,, Hope you enjoy:)

Warnings: This is a bit of a ride,,, so mature themes including mentions of death, drugs, mild cursing, it's a mafia au soooo...

Word count: A LOT MORE than usual

Mafia! Mingyu is no joke everyone

like damn

klutzy or not this boi can do it all

he knows how to dress a bullet wound faster than any surgeon can

knows how to make fairly powerful explosives too

but don't ask the others how he practices

there have been too many times when Seungcheol has had to yell "COVER!!!" as Mingyu sets off one of his experimental explosives

let's just say the others have flame resistant tables close by whenever Mingyu is experimenting

he's still really young

new to the Svt mafia gang

not the youngest admittedly but already an indispensable member

he runs exports on explosives because that's his specialty of course

but since that isn't always in high demand

he's in charge of the clean-up committee

removing any evidence of the gang and their activities from any physical place

which is probably why the cops haven't caught them yet

there's never any evidence

not even a speck of blood

not even a hair

nothing

it's like they're ghosts

Mingyu generally runs his own team through Svt's side businesses

either exporting explosives, or cleaning up after the mess of a job

but other times you can find him partying with the others in some club

or playing some high-stakes poker with some of the other members, like Wonwoo since he runs Svt's underground games

on really rare occasions for really important jobs

he gets called in for protection racketeering

because Seungcheol trusts Mingyu the most to handle these sorts of one client jobs

Svt specializes in protection racketeering

protecting people who can't get protection through the law

or protecting people from the law

big jobs require everyone

but the small scale ones

Mingyu get called along with some others

which is where you come in

where you meet Mingyu

you see 

you didn’t like the family business

but hey a person’s gotta eat

even if that means you have to supply drugs to the criminals in this town

whatever it takes

at least you can afford some nice shoes

like those heels you got last week

the ones that are sharp enough to poke someone's eyes out

quite literally

at this point, you're kind of used to it

the whole running around with the wrong crowd

the feeling of your heart racing as a deal goes down

you're the face of your family business now

your dad ran the lab

made everything

handled all the business behind the scenes

and you were the pretty face up front

making the deals

smiling because you know you live on the edge now

and the feeling is a bit exhilarating

your dad takes you to the lab often and shows you how to use the equipment

but you're not too interested in the science behind it

but he shows you anyway

in case things ever go wrong

and you need to run things by yourself

it made enough sense to you anyway

things weren't always like this of course

you used to be a very normal family

before the accident

and your family fell into debt from a steadily increasing hospital bill for your mom

and when your mom passed away

the law felt no sympathy

never showed you and your dad, who had never hurt even a fly before, any mercy

and in that cruel moment of time

your dad turned to other methods for a way to pay off the debt

when the law fails you

you don't listen to it

besides

the drug business is good money

dirty but good money

and as much as you didn’t really want to have to deal with slimy characters

people too high out of their minds to give you the time of the day or what year it was

or how it fueled gang business

you welcomed it

welcomed the lifestyle

as risky as it was

because you had your father with you

and the law didn’t need to know

slowly your debt was repaid

but by then you had been done with trying to lead a normal life

it was boring, not fun

and to be honest

you didn't know what else to do anyway

still you knew your dad was getting tired of living dangerously

soon your family business became the biggest in the area

enough that your dad could buy a nice little house in the suburbs

enough that you could leave this life behind the both of you

and just enjoy life

but things in the drug circle don't always work out that nicely do they?

because when you deal with drugs and criminals

there's always danger around you

and you can't let down your guard for even a second

one day you head home to your small apartment in the bad part of town

you had been packing your stuff to move into the new house with your dad

everything had been going smoothly

but when you get home

your dad is gone

and the lab and everything

it’s just gone

everything was silent

you close the apartment door and look out over the cardboard boxes littering the floor

the picture frames of your family before you started the business

the various books from your childhood

all your memories were packed away in these boxes

but where was your dad?

you hear a knock on the door

it's loud and cuts through the silence like a knife

you steady yourself as you remember

your dad had briefed you many times on what to do if he was found out

deals can go sour, plenty of people could have been after him

wanting blood for one thing or another

or the cops could have caught him

many things could have happened

but the first thing he told you?

never open the door if someone knocked

only those who don’t have a key knocked

and if they don’t have a key

they weren’t your friends

you slowly backed up to the kitchen where your dad hid emergency supplies

cash in ziploc sandwich bags

fake ID’s and passports

extra drugs to sell in a pinch

and your hand wrapped around what you were looking for

the gun

you grabbed the supplies slipping the backpack over your shoulder and steadily, calmly aimed at the door

and waited

the knocking had stopped and you could hear voices

"The boss said this was the guy's house."

"That old man sold us short!!! He owes us thousands, he has it coming!!!"

"His daughter should be home soon, let's just grab her and get out before the cops are called."

“That'll show him for trying to mess with us."

"I can't wait to put a bullet through them both."

your blood runs cold hearing their words

a bang shakes the whole frame of the apartment

you know your neighbors won't be any help

no one's here

you slowly back up looking for your phone and some possible escape route

when the worst possible timing happens

and your phone rings from across the room

"Fuck, I knew there was someone inside!!!" comes the voices outside as the pounding on your door increases

you dive for your phone

“Hello?” you curse yourself for having a shaky voice

“Miss y/n? Your father left you in our protection, please follow our instructions carefully.” a deep voice said calmly

you jumped at the sound of metal crashing on metal

"Great if you have instructions I'd like to not die." you say

“He told us to tell you emergency code 7991 if you don't believe us." the deep voice returns

the emergency plan number, the one your dad told you meant to throw away any inhibitions you have and to follow this plan in order to live

it also meant a deal went sour

“Ok so what do I do now?!?!?" you supply pulling both backpack straps higher onto your back and leveling the gun in your hand

“Someone is waiting outside to take you to a safe location, all you have to do is get out of the apartment.”

the front door bursts open right as you hear these directions revealing several men

with weapons no less

you frantically looked around and spot the bathroom window

"Grab her!"

quickly, you throw it open as you take the short leap and land outside

you take off before they have a chance to even aim a gun at you

you run around a corner

before being jerked backwards by someone who grabbed your arm and covered your mouth with a hand

'Fuck me if this is how I die.' you think struggling to escape whoever it is

'To think I was going to buy that jean jacket I've had my eyes on for weeks..'

great last thoughts, y/n

struggle as you might you were no match for this person

you twist your head to try to look at him 

and you stop struggling bc

something about him doesn't seem all that dangerous

wow don't you love having your priorities straight before possibly dying

the men from earlier run past shouting and you see the guy who's holding you stare at them for a bit after they disappear through an alley

and the man holding you sighs in relief before letting you go and placing two firm yet gentle hands on your shoulder and looking at your face with dark eyes

he was at least a head taller than you and his face was handsome and his features were sharp and dark

his hair was lightly tousled and his gaze felt reassuring for some reason as you stare at him

“I’m here to take you to the safe house.”

'so time to think very carefully about what your next words are, y/n, he could be here to kill you' you think

"Ok."

smoooooth

he says nothing more as he pulls you up and opens the door to a black mercedes parked a bit away

you stand frozen, heart racing from your too many near death experiences today

him dragging your arm as you stop in front of the car

this is why you don’t like the family business

if only drug dealers could retire and get a nice house in the suburbs without needing bullet proof windows

or bullet proof anything

or a heaping helping of death and danger every five minutes

“Who are you?” you ask

real smart y/n asking the stranger who saved you from a bullet in the stomach who they were, you thought to yourself

he turns back to face you

and you think ‘DYING BY STUPID QUESTIONS WOULD NOT BE FUN TODAY!’

but he just tilts his head to the side a bit

and gives you a cute smirk

“You can call me Mingyu.”

then he pulls you into the car, slamming the door behind you, taking the driver's seat and hits the accelerator faster than you could say “seatbelts first”

screeching out of the parking stall

racing down the road

you grip onto your backpack containing your few emergency supplies

holding the gun lightly in front of you in view of Mingyu

“There’s no need for that”

Mingyu caught your eyes through the rearview mirror

“If I were here to kill you, I would have done it by now.” he throws the words out casually

“Why thanks Mingyu-ssi, that’s super reassuring.” you huff, lowering the gun by a bit

he chuckles at your response which surprises you

guess even the mafia has a sense of humor?

“Soooooo, Mr. Mingyu, did my father hire you?”

“Yes,” Mingyu said glancing at you through the rearview mirror again, “hired us to protect you until he could clean up this mess that the deal left.”

cryptic

but you weren’t stupid

“He wants me to stay out of it.”

“He wants you to stay safe.” you looked up at Mingyu after he said it

"I can take care of myself just fine." you bluff rolling your eyes

Mingyu just raises an eyebrow at you through the rearview mirror

"Does hiring the mob sound super safe to you?" you ask him in response to his eyebrow raise

“We take our jobs really seriously, Miss, you don’t have to worry.” Mingyu supplements

“Said the freaking mafia to the drug dealer’s daughter…” you mutter

he chuckles again

“Yes, the situation isn’t ideal, Miss.”

“Just call me y/n, Mingyu-ssi.”

"Then just call me Mingyu, y/n."

as he drives along the back roads he glances at you from the rearview mirror

“Pay attention to the road Mingyu, the last thing we need is a car crash. Are you staring because I’m pretty?” You say jokingly, not really expecting a response as you try lightening the mood but also calm your own anxious nerves down

“And if I am?" He flashes a grin at you one more time from the rearview mirror before staring straight ahead at the road again

you blush and shut right up, shaking your head to clear your jumbled thoughts

the short car ride ends when you both reach a hotel

it's a pretty fancy hotel

one with full-on suites

“My orders were to wait here and protect you for a few days while the others figure out how to get you and your father resettled in a safe place. Then we’ll rendezvous with them at the warehouse.”

“We’re staying at this hotel?”

“Well I think it’s better than bleeding out in some alley somewhere.” He laughs while you shoot him a glare

“It’s just kind of fancy for a drug dealer’s daughter don’t you think?”

“Hey, the mafia is nothing if not fancy.”

he smiles brightly throwing you off

he could honestly pass for some college kid now that you get a chance to look at him, he can't be much older than you are

and he definitely does not look like a tall intimidating man who could kill you

he grabs your hand pulling you into the lobby

“What the heck-” you start trying to get him to let go while he drags you across the beautiful foyer

“I’m here to check in.” he says pleasantly

smiling warmly at the lady behind the desk

you see her get flustered at Mingyu’s good looks bc of course and stammer asking him what his name was

“It’s under Mr. and Mrs. Kim.” 

EXCUSE ME?!?!?

sure a newlywed couple sounded like a good cover story but ?!?!?!

you're about to chop off Mingyu’s arm tbh mafia or no mafia when he pulls on your hand tighter causing you to yelp

“Isn’t that right Mrs. Kim?” smirking a bit before raising an eyebrow at you warning you silently ‘I think you should play along or bad things will happen…’

“Right,” you mutter before giving the hotel lady a fake smile and turning away to secretly plot your revenge on Mingyu, the giant, somehow

when he gets the room key he pulls you to an elevator and clicks the button for the 17th floor

When the elevator doors close he finally releases your hand and slides quietly to the other side of the elevator

a small smile on his face that you absolutely notice

you frown at the sudden feeling of absence of his hand holding yours

God pull yourself together y/n lol

the day’s events finally start catching up to you while you wait for the elevator to bring you to your destination

when the elevator doors open you rush out into the hallway feeling a bit claustrophobic in that cramped elevator with Mingyu and his stupid small smile and his cute eyes andwifkekrjqfkwjfnwj

hugging your backpack tighter, you start walking down the hallway when

“Miss y/n, the room’s the other way.”

blushing at your mistake

“I thought I said you could just call me y/n, I don’t need the ‘miss’ part!”

you walk back towards him, flustered, when your foot catches the edge of the carpet

and you trip

right into Mingyu’s arms

he catches you in his arms before you fall on your face

his face breaking into a smile

“Nice walking skills you got there.”

you smack his arms as he helps you up

Mingyu shaking his head and still chuckling lightly

he presses the room key to the handle and when you both walk in

a living room area, a half kitchen, and a huge fluffy bed laid out in the interior

“It’s so beautiful!” you stare in awe

gotta be one of the nicest places ever

being in the mafia must have its perks

you stare out the window

metropolitan smog aside

you could see a lot of the city’s skyline

the harsh outlines of the skyscrapers contrasting with the soft clouds in the sky

you set your backpack down on the sofa and take a few minutes just soaking in how extravagant it all was

"Guess you chose the right line of business huh?" you joke looking back at Mingyu

"It's alright." he laughs sitting down on a seat in the dining room

“Wait….We aren’t sharing a bed are we?!?!?” you say eyes widening

Mingyu bursts out into laughter making you jump

"No, mafia don't sleep, y/n." he says shaking his head, "Plus there's an adjoining room." pointing at a door

"Oh, but still humans need sleep." you counter walking over to inspect the kitchen

you're taken by surprise when Mingyu walks right up to you

you instinctually move backwards until your back hits the kitchen counter

and he still stands over you staring into your eyes

"Are we really human?" he smirks eyebrow raised questioningly

"I'm not going to answer that." you say holding your breath but also not backing down as you stare right back into his dark brown eyes

you stand there for a few more seconds, him inches from you, until he breaks the silence, moving backwards a slight smirk still on his face

"Good choice." he gives you a slight bow before saying, “I’ll let you settle in for the night and we can have dinner later. You should sleep, it’s been a stressful day.”

and before you say anything in response

he enters the adjoined room and closes the door softly behind him

you stand frozen in the spot he left you at

your heart beating quickly against your ribcage

your heart doesn't race like this normally

you take a few shaky breaths before you move again

the hotel provides coffee and popcorn

basically the two basic things necessary for a balanced diet  

so you plop onto the couch

turning on the tv while your popcorn went pop-pop-popping in the microwave and the smell of coffee filled the living room

once it's done, you grab the bag from the microwave and a blanket from the bed and settle in for an old rerun of a movie

you weren’t sure when exactly but you fall asleep in the middle of your blanket

when you wake up, you're still by yourself in the hotel room

but on the dinner table is a bowl of ramen

from the gentle steam curling up from it, you can tell it's still a bit hot

a note is written next to it in neat handwriting

'Got a call about something and need to run an errand. Be smart and don't leave the room. Also don't forget to eat. -Mingyu'

you purse your lips

"I'm always making smart decisions excuuuuse me Mr. Mafia." you say aloud to yourself while reading his note

however you sit down and hastily have some ramen

the noodles were perfectly cooked

it was perfect wtf

"Is there anything he can't do?" you shake your head smiling while finishing the food

as you finish up and put the bowl in the sink, you hear a gentle knock on the door

you hesitate

wouldn't Mingyu have the key?

you walk cautiously to the door and peer out the peephole

a man stands there in a hotel uniform pushing a cart of towels

so not thinking much of it you open the door

"Did your room call for more towels, Miss?" the man says to you pointing at the extra towels

"No we didn't." you frown confused, "But thank you."

you're about to close the door

but he puts his hand on the door, holding it open

"You're not very smart, Miss."

he grabs your arm roughly pulling you out of the hotel room where finally you seem to realize what's happening

you struggle trying to hit your attacker

another man stands next to the door and he kicks you sending you sprawling on the ground gasping for air

"Honestly, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." the man sniggers

you clutch your side as you feel the throbbing pain from the kick spreading quickly, causing tears to well up in your eyes

"We ain't stupid sweetie, it ain't hard to track a girl with security footage in this part of town."

he yanks you up by your arm

the pain is really getting to you now as little black spots appear in your vision

"Take her to the boss, we can get back our money from the old man now and then kill 'em both."

he pulls out a zip tie and bounds it tight around your wirsts

the two drag you through to the service stairs as you descend down 

from the pain, you gather that you might have bruises for weeks

and honestly that's hella shitty

it made you more mad than scared

you weren't one for always being scared in tough situations

goes with being in the drug business

bless your father's soul for signing you up for self-defense classes

because you feel one of the man's hold on you release as he reaches for his phone to probably report back

the other not holding on as tightly thinking you must be in too much pain to fight back

and you aim one beautiful kick directly into the man's crotch

causing him to howl in pain

yea, criminal or no, you'd think henchmen would be smarter by now

you feel his grasp release as he tumbles down the stairs

adrenaline coursing through you, you leap the last few steps yourself

hands still tied together

and run

run like your life depends on it

because it does

out the nearest exit you can find

when you run into the door and burst out into sunlight

you realize you're in the back entrance to the hotel

no place to hide

the cursing of the henchmen behind you getting closer

your instincts take over as you run

making it easy to cross over the obstacles in your path as you search for somewhere, anywhere to hide

settling for some cars you leap over the hood of one and hide

hands still bound by this annoying zip tie

"Search the area, she can't have gotten very far!" you hear

you try to catch your breath as you hear them nearing

there's nowhere else to go now

you hold your breath as you see their legs appear from your hiding spot

circling the cars near you

'Well, if I die today, I can take comfort in the fact that one of you can't have children anymore' you think to yourself

and your eyes widen as their faces appear behind the car you're hiding behind

"Why hello there, Miss, are you lost?" he pulls on your hair forcing you out of your hiding spot

you close your eyes

tears forming again from the stinging pain

when you hear a loud crack

and suddenly he lets go of your hair

another loud sound

and you open your eyes

and there's Mingyu

the henchmen unconscious at his feet

"Y/n, are you ok?"

you don't answer him

maybe you died

maybe they killed you dead and right now you're just imagining Mingyu in front of you

"I'm really sorry, I should have been more careful, y/n, I shouldn't have left, I came running as soon as I realized they could have tracked us,,, I had been way too distracted-"

he pulls you into his arms mid-sentence

and just holds you

as finally the events catch up to you

you're not dead

you're alive

because Mingyu found you

the tears finally start falling as he brushes your hair back

apologizing over and over

not letting you go

saying everything is ok now

you don't notice when a car pulls up behind the two of you as Mingyu gently leads you to sit in it with him

he doesn't let go for quite a while

"Y/n, you're safe now, I'm sorry. I'm glad you're safe and I promise, you're never going to get hurt again."

the car ride continues in silence

as he holds you in his arms

and as you try to disappear into his hold

where it feels safe

the zip tie is cut off your hands

and you watch as Mingyu stares at the red skin that got cut by the zip tie

he opens a panel in the car revealing some bandaids as he puts it over your wrist

the car ride stops in front of a warehouse

where Mingyu helps you out of the car and in through a side entrance guarded by several men

and inside is your dad

your tears renew as you see him and you run up to him crying

happy to be safe and back together

it's a few months later that you see Mingyu again

after your father and you settle in a new part of town

under new names

in a nice house

though you definitely had to spring for those bullet-proof windows

and you didn't really know how

but you get dragged back into the drug business

guess you're attracted to the lifestyle

nothing is more exciting then dealing with the devil, you suppose

you steadily want to build an empire around you

and make yourself untouchable

clients line up and the money rolls in

it's fun

you're at a bar one night not particularly there for any reason but to let loose a little and have a drink

your hired guards stand on the edges of the dance floor

gazing lazily in your direction

you're wearing a black dress and casually sipping some wine

surveying the scene before you as you take a sip

red lipstick staining the glass

you feel someone sit next to you

a tall figure settling into the seat next to you

Mingyu looks at you with a dark smile

"It's been a while." he smiles

"So it has." you smirk waving off the guards who made a move towards you

"You're quite popular these days in this business, from what I've heard." he says downing his cup of whiskey

"A girl's gotta eat." you say titling your head slyly flashing a grin at him

"Excuse me." you say getting up and walking off to the side hallway where the bathrooms are

Mingyu follows you and you stop as he places an arm on the wall blocking your way

"Have to say, you're not hiding that gun of yours very well under that dress." Mingyu chuckles looking down into your eyes

"Or maybe I'm just trying to send you a message, Mingyu-ssi." you bite your lip smiling back

"Oh? And what's that?" he says taking a step closer to you

"That if I were here to kill you, I would have done it by now."

"Why are you here then, Miss y/n?"

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

and then he kisses you

pressing forward, roughly and gently at the same time

your back against the wall

the smell of alcohol between the two of you

his lips soft against yours

as your hands linger against his chest

and his arm steadying himself on the wall as his hand holds your chin

he pulls back

"I guess you're attracted to danger."

Admin note: what a freaking ride oh my heart, anyway was this ok guys? Hope you enjoyed it, honestly I had such trouble writing this and I'm worried if anyone will like it...

MASTERLIST

[meepface]

Evens for the ask thing!

thank you this was fun and extremely time consuming (which is good because i have nothing to do ever)!!

200: My crush’s name is:

Caitlin!!

198: I am really:

gay

196: My eye color is:

green

194: My ring size is:

uhhh @ caitlin: mine is a 5 right

192: I am allergic to:

shrimp i think, possibly red wine also, the fake metal they put in earrings, cedar pollen, also i’m lactose intolerant which i’m assuming counts here

190: My 1st job was:

TCBY frozen yogurt

188: My bed is:

the only place i can really fall asleep and Stay asleep

186: My best friend:

is the cutest look at us!!

184: Xbox or ps3:

xbox but i’ve never played ps3 so i’m biased

182: In my pockets:

they are empty

180: Marriage is:

not something i Need but if my partner wants it i will get married, i just don’t believe i need to get married to be committed to someone for life. it’s just never been as big of a deal to me as it is to most people but i would marry Caitlin in a heartbeat

178: My mom:

is the kindest most accepting and supportive person i know!! she is so great i love my mom look at her

176: Last YouTube video watched:

i sort of started this one by Miles Mckenna but i stopped to do this lmao

174: Do you have any siblings?

one brother!

172: Are you taller than your mom?

no

170: What did you do yesterday?

yesterday i worked until 3 and then visited Caitlin and then went home and saw my family for a bit and then went back to visit Caitlin at her work again until she got off and then her and i went and got a cinnabon and she talked to my boss about getting a job at my work and he basically interviewed her and guaranteed her the job on the spot and then i took her to dairy queen so she could get a blizzard and then we kissed a lil and went home!! a good day

[ I Believe In ]

168: Luck:

yeah i guess

166: Yourself:

honestly?? yes i have really started to!!!

164: Heaven:

idk i like to think it’s real but i feel like i logically think it isn’t but i also feel like who knows you know

162: God:

i believe there’s probably some sort of God but i don’t necessarily identify with really any religion and never really have so i think sure there’s probably something up there helping us out but who knows what lmao just be good to people and respect everyone’s beliefs and we’ll find out later

160: Soul mates:

i don’t believe everyone has just one i think everyone has multiple soulmates in multiple different fields (like platonic, romantic, etc) and i think that everyone has several people in each field that they could really click with like idk i refuse to believe there’s only one soulmate for everyone and too bad if you don’t find them

158: Gay Marriage:

absolutely. this is just common sense. i’m not big into the concept of marriage but i know damn well i don’t want that right taken from me if i choose to marry

156: Orbs:

idk no tbh 

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses:

uhh i love both a lot but i’m always down for hugs n cuddles

152: Phone or Online:

online??

150: Blondes or Brunettes:

i’ve always liked brunettes but then Caitlin came along and changed the whole damn game for me so now i really don’t know. blondes but like, only Caitlin and nobody else

148: Summer or winter:

winter

146: Chocolate or vanilla:

boring, give me mint chocolate chip

144: Oranges or Apples:

oranges

142: McDonalds or Burger King:

i don’t really care for either but burger king i guess bc their chicken fries are good

140: Mac or PC:

mac just bc i’m so far up apple’s ass

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor:

sweet and poor lol? 

136: Hillary or Obama:

obama

134: Singing or Dancing:

i like to sing because sometimes i can sing well and whenever i dance i look like an embarrassing dad chaperoning a middle school dance but trying to be cool and dancing along

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:

who

130: Wal-Mart or Target:

target is my second home

128: Manicure or Pedicure:

manicure ig

126: Your Birthday or Christmas:

christmas!! i love givin people gifts

124: Disney or Six Flags:

six flags

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War:

stop (but sometimes it’s necessary)

120: Gay Marriage:

again, it’s common sense lol marriage is for everyone who wants to get married

118: Abortion:

it’s the person with the uterus’ choice

116: Reality TV:

i dig it ngl

114: Back stabbers:

dumb

112: Facebook:

it’s nice but people who use it excessively are obnoxious and people who excessively share/comment their opinions on it are also obnoxious. take a break live offline a little

110: My Neighbors:

i have nice neighbors one of them is wealthy because he’s the drummer of a famous christian band so they’re always either throwing parties of out of the country and then my other neighbor lives alone with her annoying dog Chewy who roams the roads of our neighborhood and chases cars and almost dies and then my Other neighbors have an annoying ass kid named Sabrina who set loose one of my pet bunnies when i was little and i never forgave her. also one of my neighbors used to have a meth lab here but he got caught 

108: Designer Clothes:

rock those clothes if you can afford them

106: Sports:

i don’t get into them but i don’t hate them either. i used to want to be in softball or tennis or basketball when i was in high school but i never tried out

104: The future:

bring it on (gently)

[ Last time I ]

102: Last time you ate:

i had some froyo about two hours ago

100: Cried in front of someone:

i cried in front of my therapist a little last Wednesday

98: Took a vacation:

my family and i went to NYC for a few days right before Christmas last year

96: Changed a diaper:

i never have honestly

94: Went to a wedding:

oh man it’s been years but it was my cousin’s wedding and he has two kids now and my other cousin got way too drunk and disappeared from the reception and we found her at a starbucks eating dried fruit that she bought

92: Got a piercing:

forever ago BUT i think i’m finally going to pierce my ears for the second time on Friday!! i hope i stop talking about it and actually do it

90: Texted: 

i texted Caitlin like 20 minutes ago and i need to text her back but i keep doing this (sorry babe i love u i see ur texts give me just a minute ok)

[ MISC ]

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is:

my brother, my dogs, my parents, the comfort of my comfy bed and my big room, my dad’s cooking, no neighbors close by so it’s always nice & quiet

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most:

figuring out what i want in my life and getting myself there, my music fest this summer, pride, my friend’s 21st bday, seeing my girlfriend tomorrow, learnin how to love myself even more, therapy next wednesday (no particular order)

84: People call me:

elyse, that ginger girl

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket:

i have not!! one time a cop pulled me over when i was going 10 over with Caitlin in the car and my insurance was months expired and he asked where we were going and we had to tell him we were just going mini golfing. he set me free with just a warning

80: The first person i talked to today was:

well i texted Caitlin first thing in the morning but i spoke to my mom, so

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from:

Caitlin probs, she can always tell when something’s wrong

76: Right now I am talking to:

well i would be talking to Caitlin if i would pause this for a second to text her back (i am so sorry babe i am on a roll please forgive me)

74: I have/will get a job:

i have a job at TCBY frozen yogurt right now but i am planning to get a second job (maybe at target or petsmart?) and test it out and use TCBY as my fallback just in case they don’t work. TCBY is such a chill happy job so i don’t wanna give it up quite yet. plus i get employee of the month all the time because my boss loves me, sooo

72: Today:

i had work until 4 and i was super duper productive so that felt really great!! i got a compliment from a customer and my boss!! and i made $7 in tips which was a lot considering how slow it was!! and then i visited Caitlin for like 5 minutes maybe and then i went to therapy and got froyo at menchie’s with my mom and then came home it was a good day!!!

70: Next Weekend:

i have no plans that i’m aware of yet. i am probably working though

68: The worst sound in the world:

a fork or knife scraping against a plate. my entire body shivers

66: People that make you happy:

caitlin, my mom, all my friends, my brother, my dad, my grandma, a few of my coworkers, my regular who always compliments my eyebrows, the guy who makes me breakfast tacos at this food trailer nearly every morning, my internet friends, my therapist

64: My friends are:

so great and supportive and positive. i love all of em so much

62: My School:

its so nice!!!! it was great going from a high school in an all white conservative small town in texas to a very diverse and liberal and happy college. i love it there and the campus is beautiful and i’ve made so many lovely supportive friends and i see my girlfriend every day!! and my classes have all been good (except modern biology 1300)

60: I lose all respect for people who:

are ignorant and disrespectful to others for no good reason, people who are rude to their waiters, people who can’t seem to mind their own business, people who slut shame, people who are racist/homophobic/xenophobic/etc,

58: Your hair color is:

red !! look at how cute i am 

56: Favorite web site:

runescape HIGHKEY

54: The worst pain I was ever in was:

physical was probably when something was seriously fucked with my stomach last year and it was Cramping and the doctor said it was a stomach bug but it felt like i was actually dying, emotional i do not want to talk about publicly !

52: My room is:

a disgusting depression cave and i should clean it now that i’m feelin good again

50: Where would you like to be:

with my girlfriend or maybe in iceland (or both)

48: Ever been in love:

currently

46: More guy friends or girl friends:

as a kid i had more guy friends but as i’ve grown i have more girl friends! this bitch learned

44: One person that you wish you could see right now:

my girlfriend !! also it would be nice to see my grandpa and grandma again i miss them a lot sometimes :( 

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die:

i have!! one of my best friends and i are gonna go skydiving after we graduate college so soon i will get to check something off so that’s exciting to me

40: Last person I got mad at:

one of my parents, i think it was my dad most recently

38: I wish I was a professional:

psychologist 

[ My Favorites ]

36: Vehicle:

i don’t have one lol hondas are nice bc i have one and it is nice

34: State visited:

i really loved oregon and south dakota and montana!! california would be nice to revisit because i hardly remember it but i’m sure i’d love it there too. and i loved ohio for sentimental reasons 

32: Athlete:

venus williams

30: Actress:

shit i don’t know probably Emma Stone since she’s my real mom

28: Band:

twenty one pilots because i’m a fake deep emo loser and i hate myself :/ 

26: Grocery store:

HEB (only texans get this like if u agree)

24: Movie:

probably either The Secret Life of Walter Mitty or Silver Lining’s Playbook 

22: Animal:

i love bears and also bunnies

20: Holiday:

Christmas

18: Sport to play:

tennis and basketball and baseball are fun!!

16: Book:

the entire Junie B Jones series

14: Beach:

i don’t have one i hate them all (a beach in Hawaii would be really nice to go to though since the water isn’t like…. gross there)

12: Thing to cook:

i can’t cook don’t get me near a kitchen or the house will burn

10: Restaurant:

Hunan Lion, it’s a lil chinese food restaurant that like nobody knows about or cares about or goes to but it’s SO GOOD and i could eat there every day

8: Yankee candle scent:

shit i don’t know whatever smells like christmas

6: Flower:

sunflowers & daisies

4: Talk show host:

ellen degeneres & seth meyers & jimmy fallon

2: Dog breed:

i like border collies and golden retrievers and french bulldogs

(OKAY I WILL TEXT YOU BACK NOW CAITLIN I LOVE YOU)

[bloojayoolie]

Animals, Beautiful, and Cats: FAMILY DOG IN NEED Handsome friendly, affectionate, enjoys cuddling silly, fun-loving, very housetrained, enjoys the company of other dogs Neutered & Ready To Go UN TOBY 18470 3 years old 59 lbs manhattan ace waiting for love **** TO BE KILLED - 1/26/2018 **** SO CUTE AND SO MUCH FUN, LOADED WITH POTENTIAL <3 A volunteer writes: Put on your sunglasses because beautiful Toby is set to dazzle! An affectionate, silly, fun-loving family dog disguised as a regal Prince in a pristine white coat, he loves to socialize with friends of all species and even jumps up to kiss complete strangers hello! Toby's other talent is the 'gift of the gab' and he'll chat to anyone, anywhere, anytime in his special 'borking' tone which means everything from 'let's go outside' to 'toss the toy NOW'. A good walker once he's got his zoomies out, Toby waited patiently through our backyard games until he hit the pavement to do his business, then took care of both numbers within minutes. He's affectionate, kissy and makes a great over-sized lapdog and his former family tells us he enjoyed cuddling on the sofa in front of the TV--the perfect companion for a Netflix binge! Playful and super social, Toby enjoys the company of other dogs and exuberant games of fetch and though he previously lived in harmony with a younger child, his size and energy make him better suited to a home with big, bouncy kids like himself. And of course, as you'd expect from such a metropolitan guy, he enjoys being bathed and groomed to gorgeous perfection too. Toby's already neutered and ready to go home with you and start couch cuddling ASAP, or as he would say...Bork Bork! TOBY@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Toby My animal id is #18470 I am a desexed male white dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 3 years old, 59 lbs Came into shelter as owner surrender Jan. 16, 2018 Reason Stated: NO TIME for animal Toby is at risk for medical reasons, having been diagnosed with Canine Infectious Respiratory Disease Complex, which is contagious to other dogs. Behaviorally, we suggest that Toby would be best suited to a dog experienced home. My medical notes are... Weight: 59 lbs L V T Notes Vet Notes 17/01/2018 BARH scan negative neutered male 3 yrs old reported mild tartar clean EEN clean coat BCS 5/9 NOSF Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 1. Green Behavior History Behavior Assessment Toby was loose bodied during intake he jumped up and licked my face when i approached him. When i sat down next to him he went and sat in front of me and allowed me to collar him. He followed me readily on a leash and when i sat next to the kennel he jumped in on his own. Date of Intake: 1/16/2018 Basic Information:: Toby is a male white and black large breed dog that is estimated to be 3 years old. His previous owner got him as a gift fro ma friend and stayed with then for 6 months until she was unable to give Toby enough time for care due to work. Previously lived with:: 1 Adult, 1 Child (Age 10) How is this dog around strangers?: Toby is friendly with strangers, he will jump up to greet people and lick their face. How is this dog around children?: Toby lived with 1 child and was some what rough when playing with him. How is this dog around other dogs?: Toby was not around other dogs in his previous home. How is this dog around cats?: Toby was not around other cats in his previous home. Resource guarding:: Toby is not bothered by people going near his food or toys. Bite history:: Toby has no history of having bitten another person or animal, Housetrained:: Partially Energy level/descriptors:: High Energy, Excitable, Playful Other Notes:: Toby is mostly house trained and has accidents a few times a month at home. He does tend to bark a lot if he hears loud music or someone at the door. when he hears a loud noise he inst bothered but goes on alert. He doesn't mind being pushed off furniture or having his nails trimmed. He does enjoys being held, bathed and groomed. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No For a New Family to Know: toby is an excitable dog that will follow you round the house all day. He enjoys cuddling on the sofa when your watching TV and playing tug with his squeaky toys. He is used to eating wet food and being indoors most of the day and does pull hard on the leash when he is out for a run. Date of intake:: 1/16/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: Yes Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 6 months) Previously lived with:: An adult and a child (age 10) Behavior toward strangers:: Friendly Behavior toward children:: Somewhat rough when playing Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: None reported Housetrained:: Partially Energy level/descriptors:: Toby is described as excitable and playful with a high level of activity. Date of assessment:: 1/17/2018 Look:: 1. Dog's eyes are averted, ears are back, tail is down, relaxed body posture. Dog allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog leans into the Assessor, eyes soft or squinty, soft and loose body, open mouth. Tag:: 1. Dog assumes play position and joins the game. Or dog indicates play with huffing, soft 'popping' of the body, etc. Dog might jump on Assessor once play begins. Paw squeeze 1:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Paw squeeze 2:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Flank squeeze 1:: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2:: Item not conducted Toy:: 1. Dog settles close, keeps a firm grip and is loose and wiggly. Dog does not place his/her body between you and the toy. Summary:: Toby approached the assessor in the assessment room with a soft body. During the assessment, he appeared a bit anxious at times, whining. He vocalized during tag, and barked in the assessment room at other times as well. He was social throughout the assessment. Summary:: DOG-DOG INTERACTION ASSESSMENT: Toby has displayed polite greeting toward male and female dogs, at times engaging in play. Toby has displayed anxious behavior when out in the yard for prolonged periods of time. Slow introductions are recommended between Toby and social, respectful dogs. Summary (1):: 1/17: When introduced off leash to male and female dogs, Toby offers brief greeting, then wanders away while pacing, whining and seeking exit. He does re approach and offer brief bounces before wandering away again. Summary (2):: 1/18: Toby greets a male dog politely then wanders the pen, vocalizing and seeking exit. Summary (3):: 1/19: Toby engages for several minutes with a group of male and female dogs. He eventually becomes anxious and begins vocalizing and seeking exit. Summary (4):: 1/20-23: Toby engages in running play with male and female dogs, vocalizing with play. Date of intake:: 1/16/2018 Summary:: Toby had a loose body and jumped up on the counselor socially. ENERGY LEVEL:: Toby's previous owner described him as having a high level of activity. He is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: Toby remains calm when in his kennel in the shelter environment and social with handlers outside of his kennel. He may display some anxious behavior, but will engage with his care takers, taking treats and soliciting attention. Toby has shown himself to be highly tolerant of handling, including invasive procedures and restraint. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: EXPERIENCE (suitable for an adopter with some previous dog experience, especially with the behaviors outlined below) Potential challenges: : Anxiety Potential challenges comments:: Anxiety: Toby appears anxious in the care center, whining and barking. His owner did not described this behavior in his previous home, so we do not know if it will occur in a future home. If it does occur, we recommend giving her puzzle toys, long walks, and things to do to relieve his anxiety. Positive reinforcement, reward based training only should be used. * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs. It should read, "reserve in progress". That is YOUR reserve. Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org At-Risk Animals Thank you for your interest in adopting from Animal Care Centers of NYC. Our At Risk List is posted each day (except Saturday) at 6:00PM and remains viewable until 12:00PM noon the following day. newhope.shelterbuddy.com HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

[sleepinglightt]

All?

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?Yup 
2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? I couldn’t forgive the last person that TRULY hurt me. It’s almost been a year and I could never forgive him. 
3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”Cats, what else would you think of??
4: What’s something you really want right now?I want to be happy and I want to be able to work on my problems. Also having a working set of legs would be nice lmao 
5: Are you afraid of falling in love?Kind of, I’m more afraid of people leaving 
6: Do you like the beach?Yes
7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?Yup
8: What’s the background on your cell?Rn it’s sunflowers bc they’re my fav 
9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?My bed, my moms bed, my grandparents bed, and my best friends bed lmao I’m hoping this means like “what beds you last sit down on” and not something dirty lol 
10: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?Not really 
11: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?I don’t remember
12: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?Emotional for sure bc it takes longer to heal
13: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?Art museum!! 
14: Are you tired?I’m always tired lmao 
15: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?About a year or so
16: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?Yeah, depending on which one it is 
17: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?I already answered this one 
18: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?None 
19: Is there a certain quote you live by?I already answered this one 
20: What’s on your mind?A lot of stuff tbh 
21: Do you have any tattoos?No, but I want a ton!!!
22: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?I have no idea, I don’t plan those kinds of things 
23: Who are you texting?A couple of people 
24: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?Yup, all the time 
25: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?Not at the moment 
26: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?I know one person does but I’m not 100% sure about anyone else 
27: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?Yes :))
28: Were you single on Valentines Day?No! My ex girlfriend actually asked me out on Valentine’s Day last year, it was so cute and perfect 
29: Has anyone upset you in the last week?Yup, several times lmao 
30: Have you ever cried over a text?Yes
31: Where’s your last bruise located?I have a bunch all over my legs 
32: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?Thursday night 
33: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?Justin
34: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?Yup
35: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?Nope
36: Do you make supper for your family?Some times 
37: Does your bedroom have a door?Yes
38: Does anything on your body hurt?Everything hurts bc I’m sick lol 
39: Are goodbyes hard for you?Definitely 
40: How is your hair?I do t understand this question??41: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?Yeah
42: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?Yup 
43: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?I was thinking about relationship stuff 
44: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?All the time, it just happened recently too 
45: How old will you be in 5 months?17 
46: Where is your Mum right now?In the living room 
47: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?Yes 
48: How many people have you liked in the past three months?3 actually 
49: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?Nope 
50: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?I hope so 
51: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?Depends on the drug. If it’s weed then I don’t care, other stuff would bother me though bc it’s addictive and not good for you. But weed wouldn’t bother me. 
52: Who was your last received call from?Justin 
53: Have you ever trusted someone too much?Yes
54: Do you get along with girls?Yup yup yup 
55: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?Yeah 
56: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?I answered this one too

Thank you for asking!!!

[canaryatlaw]

So, all around today was pretty good for a Monday. I really did not want to get out of bed when my alarm went off because I was tired AF, despite trying to go to sleep "earlier" (I think I ultimately turned the lights off around 12:30- it's 1 am right now 😑) and it took me 6 minutes to convince myself to get out of bed but I did it and got ready. Bus to work, checked in with my boss and she asked if I wanted to go to a CIPP with her at 10, so we left for that shortly after. She's kind of perpetually late to everything, so we were a bit late since it was a bit of a drive, and at the beginning there was this whole discussion if we should proceed without the child team specialist and they were like yeah okay let's do it, then spent half an hour talking about stuff before concluding we did need the child team specialist and having to pick another date for the end of July to do that, so basically it was a HUGE waste of time. We did get the paperwork though that we hadn't gotten before, all the info we had was that these were 4 and 5 year old siblings who had a neurological that apparently recommended residential. Residential for 4 and 5 year olds???? It's not unheard of, I've seen it before, but it's a pretty extreme measure. So I'm reading through the paperwork while they're meeting, and while these kids obviously have fairly severe behavioral problems, they're both diagnosed as on the autism spectrum and have what's considered "extremely low" IQ's (60's and 70's I think) they in no way qualify for residential, they just need a specialized placement. Ugh. So then we get back to the office and my boss has a message from the caseworker about some allegation of corporal punishment, so she had me call her back and apparently the caseworker had gone to see the kids who had said the foster moms adopted daughter hit them, when she asked the foster mom about it she balked and prompted said she wanted the kids removed. GREAT. So now they have to find another placement for them they might get removed from as soon as they get approved for specialization. Lovely. My boss asked me what I thought about separating the siblings, because there was a lot of stuff in the paperwork about them setting each other off and being aggressive and physically violent with each other, and I had mixed feelings, partially due to my own experiences with siblings. On one hand they're one of the only stable pieces of each other's lives at such a young age, but if them being together is making their behaviors worse it might be in their best interest to separate them. So I was really torn on that. But anyway, I ate lunch and then spent another hour or so in the office sending certified letters and making some other phone calls before heading back out for a meeting at 4 that we apparently underestimated the distance of, lol. Our judge is out this week so we're gonna be going into the field a lot. We ended up driving for a solid hour and a half thanks to traffic, and had to start the meeting via cell phone with me furiously taking notes in the passengers seat while my boss drove. Eventually we got there, it was at the dad's apartment regarding extending visits to overnights since the girl is 18 and very much wants to return home. They both said they'd be cooperative with whatever services, and it looks like a promising situation. Apparently the girl has had a lot of behavioral issues in the past but is now doing much better? So hopefully that will last. Very strange case, it apparently came in because the dad left the kids home alone while he had to go to court because they wouldn't go to school, but they weren't even that young??? Like preteen and teen, so I don't really understand why that was screened in. The dad and daughter both obviously had at least moderate cognitive delays, the dad had reportedly suffered a brain injury at some point, but overall seemed competent to take care of an 18 year old who's pretty damn independent (I mean it's not like taking care of a newborn) and I mean he can hold down a job and an apartment and drive, so that's gotta count for something. So that was ultimately productive and we agreed we'd go to the judge to ask for a change in the visiting order to include overnights. By the time we got out of there it was like 6, and my boss and I were both losing it a little just being silly, so we stopped at Dairy Queen because we felt like we deserved ice cream, so she bought me a cotton candy blizzard that was delicious, even if it probably hurt my stomach. I have my sort of period (my not really supposed to be happening because of birth control but I took the placebo pills this month because I was running out and for once it decided it wanted to bleed so here we are) so my stomach was kind of unsettled from that all day, not too crampy or unbearable thank GOD (I would've died) but enough for a decent amount of irritation. Sigh. Oh well, I should be getting more BC soon and hopefully that will end it. Anyway, my boss drove me back to the end of the blue line on the western edge of the city since we were way out west and she lives out there anyway, and we hit a decent amount of traffic so it took like an hour, but it could've been worse. So I took that up through the loop and back out to meet my bus like I do when I'm coming home from church (except I was a lot further west on the blue line to start with). I ended up getting home around 8:15, which is only slightly ridiculous haha but I wasn't too mad. Had dinner and chilled for a bit, then talked to my sister on the phone for about 15 minutes. Her boyfriend, who I disapproved of and was trying to get her to dump while I was there broke up with her a few days ago, and she wasn't too upset but I was still reassuring her the pain would of course go away with time and she'll be fine before she knows it, because that's very much her personality, and I don't doubt that she will be. Damn I love that kid so much, and it made me happy that she came to me about it. She's going to North Carolina to visit with our cousins down there tomorrow, so that should be some good time away from everything for her (including our parents, since she's apparently still fighting with our mom like crazy, I have to make sure our mom calls the therapist to set up and appointment for her). After I got off the phone with her I watched Kubo and The Two Strings with my roommate since she was home, and ohmygosh this movie was so cute!!! I loved it. By the end I was making audible squee-ing noises because I just couldn't take how adorable it was. And the story was really so well done! All around great movie, very adventurous plot and plenty of heart, I definitely recommend it to just about everybody. And yeah, after that I started getting ready for bed. This was longer than I would've liked but it's not quite yet 1:30 am so I'll take it, and I'll take as much sleep as I can get so I'll be going to do that now. Goodnight ladies and gents. Stay classy.