#i think i spent at least 200 on drinks n food

[original-punks]

boy oh boy am I drunk

[jimbleswrites]

Nora, the Sole Survivor

Chapter 7: The First Step

The next morning was perfect for our trip, with clear skies on the horizon. Our bags packed, Moe and I finally set out for Drumlin diner. We waved goodbye to everyone as we passed the bridge, making our way back down to Concord. It would only take a half a day to make it there, and hopefully we could grab some loot and keep moving. I looked closer at my 10mm pistol as we walked past the cracked streets. It was in rough shape, still working but in need of repair. Surely using a 200 year old gun was not helping its condition.

“Looking at it isn’t going to magically fix it, you know.” Moe broke the silence.

I laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, but I’m not exactly a gunsmith. I wouldn’t even know how to fix it.” I looked closer at the slide lock, seeing a few chips. I only knew how to shoot because Nate and I had a few dates at the gun range. Nate normally handled the maintenance and cleaning.

Moe suddenly tapped my shoulder with something. I looked over to see the butt of his shotgun offered to me. “Trade me for a second, let me see.”

I swapped the weapons, now holding the sawed-off shotgun. It was heavier than I thought, clearly aged but well maintained. I only really had experience with pistols, but the care put into this was obvious. The metal was wiped down clean, and the wood had some sort of glue filling various cracks to hold it together. I noticed some notches scratched into the wooden stock, around 10 lines in a row under the Vault-Tec logo.

“Yup, it's the hammer. Probably sticking due to not being used for 200 years.” Moe was casually wiping down parts with a stained handkerchief as he continued to walk. He quickly put the hammer back in motion, removing the clip and firing the unloaded gun. A loud click, more audible than before, made Moe smile. He reassembled the pistol, holding it by the barrel to hand it back.

“You make it look so easy.” I complimented him as we swapped back. I slid the clip back in the gun, feeling less resistance than before. I was impressed with how quickly and efficiently he was able to clean this.

“I used to work at a weapon shop before I got run out of town by the bastard mayor.” Moe slipped the handkerchief back into his jacket. “When you’re around for 200 years, you learn a bit of everything.”

We finally came into Concord, seeing the aftermath of the battle. The bodies were still laying there, untouched. I guess this end of the commonwealth didn’t get too many visitors, but at least we got to claim any loose goods.

“I told Preston we’d take what we need and hide the rest in the museum for them to pick up.” I put my pistol in my pack pocket.

“Let’s go shopping then.” Moe nodded.

The next hour was spent sorting raider goods from the bodies we found. I started optimistic, but my mood fell as we continued to sort the goods. Not in the sense of loot, we managed to find ammo, spare weapons, some more leather armor, and some foodstuff among the dead. Even the power armor was mostly in one piece under the deathclaw’s body. But dragging the bodies out, rummaging through the pockets, seeing bullet wounds I caused. It left me with a pit in my stomach. Even if they were raiders, hellbent on killing and pillaging, I had killed so many people. I put spare goods in a chest in the museum, moved the bodies into a local bar so they weren’t in the street, rinse and repeat. We finally managed to finish, stopping to eat on the steps outside. I held a can of pork n’ beans in my hand, barely poking it as I stared at the bar.

“Looking for a drink instead?” Moe asked, pausing from his food. “I wouldn’t judge. It’s grisly work.”

“Everyone is so casual about death.” I stared forward, unblinking. “I think I’m not as adjusted as I thought I was.”

Moe stood up, standing and blocking my line of sight to the bar. “I’d be concerned if you didn’t have regrets. Means I'd be traveling with some psychopath.” He kneeled down, locking eyes with me. “You and I are from a very different time. I winced through a lot of the blood and gore at first, but that’s how the world is now.”

“I know.” I looked down, staring into my pork n’ beans can. “I’ll be fine, let’s get going.” I quickly gulped down the last of my cold beans, standing up.

Moe stood up too, awkwardly rubbing his neck. “Look, if you ever need to talk or whatever… I’m no therapist but…”

I lightly punched his shoulder, stopping his awkward ramble. “Thanks, Moe.”

Moe smiled, his black eyes softening. “Anytime, Nora.”

The next leg of the journey was more pleasant, with small talk and a sunset coming down as we came closer to the Drumlin diner. We each managed to get an extra day’s worth of food and a few leather armor pieces. I now had two shoulder covers and a harness across my chest for a bit of extra protection, with Moe grabbing some leg covers. Moe and I talked about the old diner pre-war, remembering the chain diner for their 24/7 hours and solid pancakes. Apparently this new post-war version was a small shop for people wasting the wastes, and Preston never really mentioned what exactly the issue was. We came up over a hill, seeing the tan building with a few of the neon lights flashing on and off.

“Seems quiet enough, but be careful.” Moe gripped his shotgun as he spoke.

“Fair enough.” I held my pistol in my hand as we walked closer. We walked forward, with no one around outside. We managed to go right up to the front of the building with no issues. The windows were broken out, with some boarded up with wooden planks and scrap metal. I looked inside to see an older woman behind the counter, wiping down a sword with a rag. I continued to the front door, pushing it open. A bell rang, and the woman looked up at us.

“Welcome to Trudy’s. Looking to trade?” She looked at me, then Moe. She raised an eyebrow on seeing Moe, but kept wiping down the sword.

“Hi, I was sent here by Preston. Of the Minutemen. He said you called for help?” I awkwardly explained.

“Really? Well shit, I thought y’all died out at Quincy! ‘Bout time you showed up.” Trudy waved us over to a seat on a barstool in front of her. We sat down as she continued to talk. “Yeah, I have a problem. There’s this asshole chem-pusher that got my boy hooked on Jet.” As if on queue, a lanky boy suddenly sat up from a booth, shivering. He turned to see us before immediately falling back onto the booth seat. “Patrick, my idiot son, kept ordering and ordering more, and now the dickhead keeps coming by asking for his money.” She slammed the sword down suddenly. “That bastard ain’t getting a single cap out of me, and I want y’all to take care of the problem.”

I guessed that Jet was some form of drug, and had no issue dealing with a drug dealer. But I wasn’t sure how Trudy expected us to deal with it. Moe spoke up before I did. “You want this guy dead or scared off?”

“Hell if I care, I just don’t want him coming here ever again.” Trudy waved to the empty booths. “He normally comes by at nightfall. You help me, and I’ll get y’all a discount on something.”

“Consider it done, ma’am.” Moe stood up, motioning me to follow. I followed to a booth next to an unboarded window where we could see outside. We sat down, in view of the front of the diner and Patrick. Patrick was shaking, jolting and mumbling under a thin blanket.

“Jet’s a fancy chem. And chem’s a fancy term for drugs.” Moe explained quietly. “Makes you think time is going slower than normal.”

I nodded. “So you wanna deal with this guy then? Since you know all about it?”

Moe looked forward, deep in thought. After a pause, he shook his head. “I think you should talk to him. Chem-pushers look for sales, not fights. If you can talk a big game, you could scare him off.”

“Not you?” I asked further. Something wasn’t right.

“I… did a lot of chems. Not recently, but I dealt with a lot in this long life of mine. Chems helped me forget bad times. I managed to get back on track, but it's a struggle.” Moe stared through the table, reliving some terrible years. “All that to say, I think I’m too close to the subject to deal with it.”

“Do… Do you mind if I ask how long ago that was?” I had a suspicion, and it was confirmed when Moe put his shotgun on the table, pointing to the notches on the stock I had noticed earlier.

“10 years sober. They stopped having meetings for that sort of thing, but the notches are my reminder.” Moe smiled soberly at his own joke.

Moe seemed a little off, so I nodded. “Alright, I’ll take point. You follow my lead.”

“You got it, boss.” Moe pulled the gun back into his hands, gently thumbing the notches.

There was a small wait as the sky grew darker. A light outside clicked on, illuminating the driveway outside. There was a quiet hum of a generator, the moans of Patrick, and sounds of shuffling as Trudy continued to sort her inventory. After an hour of waiting, I could hear people coming up from outside. They loudly laughed and stomped, not trying to hide at all. I stood up, with Moe immediately following me out the door. I looked to see two people. An older man in a newsboy cap, and a younger woman with blonde hair, sauntering up on the road. They reached the edge of the road lamp, barely stepping into the light.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there Vault Girl. This doesn't involve you.” The man talked with a grand accent, like he was in charge of the world.

“And you are?” Despite the insult, I tried to stay reasonable. I didn’t want to kill anyone if I didn’t have to.

“Wolfgang, and this is my partner Simone.” The woman beside him waved, a revolver clearly visible in her hand. “And this is a simple business dispute, got it? Trudy's sitting on a pile of goods that she owes me.”

“Because you sold chems to her son? Made him an addict?” I hated how casual he was about this.

“Yeah, yeah. I've heard it before. Look, he wanted a product, I sold him a product. And I expect to get paid for my product.” Wolfgang pulled out a revolver. “So either I get what I'm owed or I finally knock over this shitty outpost for all the profit I'm missing.”

I pointed my pistol back at him. “Counter-offer. You leave Trudy and Patrick alone or I make sure you never do business again.” Moe pointed his shotgun as well.

There was a moment of silence, where everyone was waiting for someone to make a move. Guns pointed in a stand-off, waiting for someone to chicken out or take a shot. I hoped Wolfgang would take off, but I was ready to shoot if I needed to. The wind whistled as no one moved.

Wolfgang suddenly twitched, firing his gun. I returned fire, with Moe firing as well. Simone fell without even firing a shot, with Wolfgang falling a moment later. I quickly checked on Moe, with luckily the shot hitting no one. I breathed out, with Moe cracking open his shotgun to reload. I slowly stepped over to Wolfgang, who was slowly reaching inside his jacket.

“Careful.” Moe warned, snapping the shotgun shut.

Wolfgang spit out some blood, before slowly revealing a grenade in his hand. I paused, still a few steps out from where he laid. “You step back, NOW!” His voice was tense, wavering with fear. I stepped back. He slowly crawled backwards, dragging himself away. “I’ll fucking kill everyone! Just step back!” He threatened us as he tried to escape. I didn’t know how far a grenade explosion went, but I wasn’t going to test it.

Moe stepped beside me. “You trust me, right?” He whispered quietly, eyes locked on the chem-pusher.

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I nodded. I did trust him.

“Cover your ears.” Moe suddenly raised his gun, leveling it at Wolfgang. I realized what he meant and quickly covered my ears, with Wolfgang seemingly understanding and trying to throw the grenade. It was too late, with Moe firing and hitting the grenade, causing it to explode in Wolfgang’s face. The boom was deafening even through covered ears, and I luckily wasn’t looking directly at the bright explosion either. My ears rang a bit, but it seemed to die down after a minute.

“Sorry about that boss, but he was planning to toss it once he got free.” Moe brushed something off his jacket as he explained. “A lot of scummy types keep a grenade as a trump card. Usually throw ‘em while they make a dash.” I looked over, seeing the various giblets of Wolfgang and Simone laying in the road. Just a bloody mess of bodies laying in front of this shop.

Trudy opened the door, barely leaning out. “Serves the bastard right.” She yelled from the door, motioning us back inside. We walked back inside, leaving the mess out in the dark. “Y’all handled it, so here’s your reward.” She tossed something at me, which I caught without thinking. It was a sword, in its sheath with some Chinese words engraved on the handle.

“I’m afraid I ain't got much to spare, but that sword is in prime shape. Should get a decent price if y’all don’t want to keep it.” She smiled as she spoke. “Good to see the minutemen are back. I’ll have to let the caravans know as they come through. What’s your name?”

“Nora.” I smiled as I spoke. Despite the grisly nature of the world, helping people still felt good. This is something I could get behind. “Nora and Moe, of the Commonwealth Minutemen.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Night🌙5

Warnings: noncon sexual acts (to be warned later in series)

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

for @kittykatlow​‘s 200 Follower Celebration

Note: Sorry there’s no Eye of the Storm for today. I’m currently going through physical and emotional hell but I hope you don’t mind some Andy Barber.

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You went to bed angry. You were always warned against it and you always learned your lessons the hard way. Hence, your current predicament and that stabbing just above your eye brow.

You got up slowly. You groaned and grumbled as you forced yourself to your feet. It was early and you had a shift at the diner. You never thought you'd be eager to be in your greasy apron but it was better than the alternative.

The night before, you'd spent a few minutes looking around the bedroom. There was an attached bathroom and you were thankful for that as you'd awoke once to relieve yourself before stumbling back to bed. 

You pushed through the half-open door and pulled your night shirt over your head. You stretched and reached to start the shower. There was a hand towel hanging from the ring above the sink but nothing else. You went to the closet but upon opening the door, you were surprised to find another bedroom on the other side. 

You swore and slammed the door before Andy could look up from his tie. You searched the handle for a lock and clicked it into place. God damn it! What kind of house was set up like that?

You heard his bedroom door in the hall and he knocked on your own. You scrambled to pick up your night gown and pull it back on as the hinges whispered and he appeared at the bathroom door. He looked confused as he crossed his arms.

"What was all that about?" He asked.

"I needed a towel," You huffed. "And I thought it was... a closet."

"Ah, linen closet's right next to my room." He explained. "I never really liked the layout but Laurie... I'll get you a towel."

You nodded and he left you. He returned with a dark blue towel and offered it to you. You took it and he reluctantly let it go. His gaze never left you; sombre and serious.

"Did you decide?" He asked.

"I'll tell Saul today," You said. "Is that acceptable?"

He sighed and sniffed.

"Call me." He said. "Doesn't matter when, I'll pick up. You let me know when your next appointment is."

"Okay," You resigned. "So, can I shower or...?"

"I gotta head out," He tucked his hand in his pants pocket. "I'll leave your breakfast on the counter."

"I can take care of myself." You insisted.

"Yeah, you keep saying that," He gave a sarcastic smirk. "What time are you done?"

"Seven," You answered dully. "I'll be home before curfew, dad."

He rolled his eyes and backed away.

"Well, won't be long till I am," He countered. "Isn't that right, mommy?"

He left you, the door closing with a snap. You listened as he went back to his own room and left shortly after, his footsteps fading down the stairs.

You set the towel down on the toilet lid and felt the warmth of the shower’s spray with your fingertips. You'd thought living with your mom was hard. Now you almost missed it.

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You felt like you had a secret victory. While you'd given up the job that had seen you through the last decade, your job at the cafe was starting to look more promising. Many of your co-workers were college students and handed off shifts quite often. 

By the time you left the diner, dispirited as you were after the last few days' events, you had picked up two half-shifts for the next week. Another and you'd have more than thirty hours away from Andy and his suburban prison.

It was short-won as you found a bitterly familiar car waiting by the curb as you walked out of work. Andy sat in the front seat, his hand leaned against the steering wheel as he squinted at the glowing screen of his phone. You were tempted to ignore him and catch the bus instead but you didn't want another night of arguing. You just wanted to be home. You could hide in the guest room and try to forget. Well, as much as you could.

You knocked on the window and he looked over. He gave you his usual disapproving look and unlocked the doors with the flip of a switch. He tucked his phone away and turned the engine as you climbed in.

"I messaged." He said as he peered out into traffic. "Why didn't you answer?"

"I haven't checked my phone," You frowned. "Sorry."

"I told you to call me." He pulled out and his knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the wheel. "You make your appointment?"

"Monday," You muttered. Only three days away. "Ten thirty."

"I can make it work," He said. "You wanna grab some dinner? It's a bit late to cook."

"You gonna spoon feed again?" You challenged.

"Only if you make me," He said. "I want a copy of your schedule. Every week. I need to know when you're working and not."

"You're not serious?" You scoffed.

"I think I have a right to know. And look, we're having a kid and we should learn to get along before it gets here." He glanced at you in the rearview. "It wasn't so hard that night in the bar."

"Andy, forget that night," You breathed. 

"I can't." His voice was low, dusky. "Even if... if I hadn't run into you again, I'd still be thinking about it."

"Don't do this," You begged.

"I love-- Loved my wife," He continued. "But it was never like that. Never that--"

"Stop," You interrupted. "Andy, I get it, well, I can't really understand what you're going through but you're grieving your family. It's confusing, scary, but you can't expect me to fill that hole. It was a one night stand. As far as I know those are suppose to end the morning after, at latest."

He was silent as he pulled into the drive through of a local burger joint. You'd been to the place once, they had great potato wedges but charged a bit much for limited portions. He stopped at the speaker and turned to you.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Chicken burger, extra mayo, side of wedges," You craned to read the menu around him. "And an iced tea?"

"That's a lot of sugar. You should have a water for now and I have some stuff at home."

"Why did you even-- fine," You relented. "Water is fine."

Andy ordered and idled between the windows as he waited for the food. When it was his turn at last, he drew up and paid. He took the paper bag and the tray of drinks and handed it to you. He tipped, well, and thanked the server before pulling away.

"You don't understand. You're right." He said stiffly. "You can't but you can at least try. A baby... do you know what that means to me? Especially now, after everything. I never really put much faith in God but it feels like... a sign."

You lowered your head and shifted the paper bag on your leg as its warmth seeped through your pants. You felt bad. You were so concerned with what you were going to do, you hadn't really thought about him or his feelings. Sure, he was bossy, angry, but could you blame him? After a tragedy so uncontrollable how could you not be desperate for an ounce of control?

"Thank you," You said quietly. "For buying me dinner. For... letting me stay with you."

"You don't have to thank me for that. Decent people do those things." He stared at the road grimly. "I'm... sorry I've been so angry."

"It's alright. I haven't really been easy to deal with." You chuckled darkly. "I'd blame the hormones but I think it's just me."

"No, it's not," He turned down his street. "I'll be home late tomorrow night. There's lots of food in the fridge. You working?"

"Closing." You answered. "I'll be late too."

He nodded as he pulled into his driveway.

"Alright," He killed the engine. "I still want that schedule. It'll make things a lot easier."

You wanted to slap yourself. He came around as you managed to open your door and took the bag from you as he left you the tray of drinks. You followed him to the door, shaking your head at your own idiocy. He might be decent but it didn't make him any less overbearing.

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Your days continued on a tightrope. You did your best to balance between Andy's irritability and your own misery. He might have apologized but there was something about the man that just kept you on edge.

And it was difficult to adjust to living with a man that was barely more than a strangers. To live in the shell of his former life. Even when you were alone, you stayed in the guest room, kept to yourself. It felt wrong to be there.

When Monday came, you woke to ready for your appointment. You dressed and went downstairs to find Andy awake and put together as always. The smell of his coffee made your mouth water.

"Any left in the pot?" You asked.

He shook his head as he blew the steam away from the rim.

"You can't have coffee. Too much caffeine." He said. "I'll buy you some decaf if you want. There's a gourmet place in the market."

"Don't worry about it," You grumbled. "I'll just have some orange juice."

"And some fruit, toast, yogurt..." He began as he set his mug down. "You should start writing down your meals. Keep track. You don't want to undereat." He opened the fridge and pulled out a basket of blueberries and a tub of yogurt. "We should also look into some supplements for you. Iron, probably." 

He grabbed a bowl and measured out the yogurt and then rinsed some berries to go on top. He slid the bowl across the island and put everything back in the fridge. He grabbed the loaf from the breadbox and shoved two slices in the toaster.

"They should be able to let us know what after today," He continued. "I was reading up. They're gonna take some blood, probably some urine, and you might even have an ultrasound."

"Reading?" You narrowed your eyes. "Did you do all this with... before?"

He pressed his lips together and cracked his neck.

"I was younger then. Naive," He said. "Nine months is a long time. A lot can go wrong."

You were quiet. You scooped yogurt into your mouth and tried not to scowl. You didn't need to walk into the doctor's in a mood. The whole thing was stressful enough.

He finished making your toast and offered you peanut butter. You took butter and accepted the dry dark rye. He tapped his fingers on the counter and reached for a book on the end. He slid it over and flipped it open just as you read the title; 'What to Expect When You're Expecting'. You wanted to laugh. You chewed instead.

"That's your research?" You asked.

"You should read it," He said without looking up, crossing his arms atop the counter as he bent over it. "You'd learn a lot."

"Oh yeah?" You swallowed. "I'll see if I can fit it on my reading list."

"Huh," He looked up at last. "I saw that you had quite a few hours next week. Thirty-three."

"You said I couldn't work two jobs," You shrugged. "So I have one."

"I thought we were getting somewhere," He stood straight. "I really did."

"What else am I supposed to do? I can't just sit around and wait for the baby."

"You can," He snapped and rubbed his beard, feeling the bristle of his beard. "Jesus, I just-- I'm trying to do what's right."

"For you? Me? The baby?" You wondered.

"For us," He said pointedly. 

"Us?" You echoed and set down the last crust. "What do you think is going to happen when the baby is here?"

His brows crinkled and took a breath.

"Well, I hope to have the nursery set up by then. Some clothes ready. No surprises, we'll need to know the sex so that we're ready." He slowly smiled as he spoke. "And maybe a pump for you, just in case. And I can take some days off to help out. It can be exhausting--"

"Andy!" You spat. "Andy, do you think-- do you think I'm going to stay here... forever?"

"You gonna pop this thing out and just go?" He asked. 

"I never said I'd stay. Why would I--?"

"Because we're gonna be parents. Together." He hissed. "Because I won't have my child bouncing back and forth like volleyball."

"I'm not doing that." You said. "No, I'm not--" You stood and rounded the counter. "I'll find my own way to the appointment. There's no reason you need to be there."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa" He stepped in front of you and blocked you. "I wasn't asking."

"You can't make me--"

"I can do whatever I want," His voice grew deeper as he backed you against the island. "I can tell the police you abandoned your child. I can sue you for support. I can have you arrested for neglect."

"Prove it," You snarled.

"Won't be hard. I got buddies in the PD. I don't even have to plant the evidence," He smirked. "I just gotta give them the go ahead."

"No," You tried to push past him and he grabbed your sides, pushing you back against the counter.

"Let me tell you something, sweetheart," He leaned in to whispered in your ear. "You're gonna do a lot of things you think you don't wanna do." 

His hand slipped to your hip and you caught his wrist, grasping his chunky watched. He stood straight and looked down at you nonchalantly. 

"You're right," He wrenched his arm away and looked at his watch. "We're gonna be late."

[kaminobiwan]

in sickness and health

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: Confined to a day in bed, Obi-Wan is enlisted to keep you company. Featuring mild spoonfeeding I make no apologies

a/n: First off, THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! WOW oh my goodness that happened so fast. I’m still working through the prompts from my 175/200 follower celebration (of which this is a part of), and I can’t wait to figure out a way to celebrate this milestone as well! I’m so grateful to all of the support and love I’ve gotten so far; your kindness and readership means the world to me, and I’m so glad to share my stories with you :-) Without any further ado, here is the return of Padawan!Obi....and if you’d like to join his fanclub, might I direct you to my co-president @highlycommendable lovely dove

Before I forget, taglist masterlist all that shite. Enjoy my bubs

On his way back to the dormitories after an early morning meditation session, Obi-Wan hears arguing.

Though it’s not uncommon to hear discord in the wing of the temple where the Padawans make their residence, it isn’t the usual ruckus of Quin and Kit wrestling, or Shaak Ti demanding to know who had taken her Akul-tooth headdress again.

This time, it’s the voice of a Master filling the halls, berating his student with fond persistence.

“Padawan, my word is final.” Obi-Wan turns the corner as Plo Koon raises a talon at a figure huddled in blankets in the doorway. “You are too ill to travel.”

“But I’m almost better! And Shaak’s told me so much about the Togruta, and I want to see how big of an Akul she’s killed!” He recognizes the protests coming from your distinct yet muddled voice, and his vision confirms his guess as you come into sight, fabric draping across your body like a spirit. “I promise I’m fine, Master, please!”

Despite his mouth being completely covered by his breathing mask, Obi-Wan can almost detect the makings of a smile across the Jedi’s features. “The healers were adamant, my student. You’re to rest one more day. Perhaps, instead of stories of Akul, you can detail our sightings of the neebray mantas to your peers. I assure you, they are much bigger than any Akul you hope to see.” Abruptly, he turns to Obi-Wan in a way that makes him think the Master had sensed his presence long before he’d approached. “Padawan Kenobi, if you’re not terribly occupied, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Obi-Wan comes to a stop in front of the pair of you, your eyes dragging to his frame after shooting a disgruntled glance at your Master. “Master Koon?”

“I’m set to depart for Shili within the hour, and unfortunately, this one,” he gestures a robe-covered hand towards you, “is recovering from a mild case of Balmorra Flu and will be unable to accompany me. I would appreciate it immensely if you’d monitor my student to ensure that she does, in fact, fulfill her last day of bed rest.” Obi-Wan notices as you bristle at the notion of being babysat like a child, but says nothing as Plo continues. “The healers have been kind enough to deliver medicine and food. You’d need only to stay within the room.” Before Obi-Wan can reply that he’d have to seek the approval of his own Master, Koon finishes for him. “I’d be happy to request an excuse from the rest of your duties, but if I’m being quite honest, I’m aware that most of your training for the day has already been completed.”

Obi-Wan schools his own features in haste from revealing how impressed he is. Though, he really shouldn’t be surprised. Plo Koon was legendary amongst the younger generations for both his intuition and skill with a lightsaber. Still, he pauses.

“There’s no cause for worry, young one, she’s not contagious any longer. The sickness is in its last stages.” The Kel Dor assures him, somewhat humorously, but that’s not why Obi-Wan is hesitating.

He’s nervous — he’s never spent much time alone with you. It’s not that you’re unlikable, or intimidating — okay, maybe you are a little — but actually, you’re quite popular with the rest of his crèchemates. He’s only had the opportunity to spend time with you in the midst of his other friends, and the times you have had conversations by yourselves, he gets an uncomfortable twist in his stomach that he’s not sure he likes.

But Obi-Wan is a good Padawan. Trying to be, at least. And Master Koon is close friends with Qui-Gon.

“Certainly, Master.” He gives a slight bow at the middle of his waist. “I would gladly be of service.”

The Jedi nods at him gracefully, and bids a soft farewell to you as he departs the conversation and the dormitory wing. You mutter a goodbye of your own moments after, followed by what Obi-Wan thinks is a variation of be safe. Then, you turn haughtily into your bedroom, retreating with your nose high in the air. He follows with a smirk of amusement.

“Sorry you’ve been sidelined.” He offers, as you face plant dramatically onto the bed. You bounce head-first into the pillows, and he can feel the irritation radiating off of you. “I know it that goes.”

You lift your body enough to place your chin in your hands, and regard him with a softening quirk. “It’s okay. I was just excited to get out on a mission again after my last one got cut short. This wretched flu.”

You flop onto your back, but Obi-Wan can sense your resentment quickly fading as you pull up the sheets to your chest. He notes that you already seem to be complying with your Master’s orders, grateful at the thought of not having to force you into bed. Another thought passes through his head, reminding him of the specific name Plo Koon had mentioned earlier.

“Balmorra flu? Weren’t you on Dantooine?”

“We were. Unfortunately, the illness is not limited to the planet for which it is named. But how it made its way to Dantooine, the middle of nowhere, I’ve no idea.” You sniff harshly. “It’s a shame, too. I wanted to take some time to admire the grasslands, but Master Koon wanted to get us back to the temple before I got worse.” The pout on your face morphs into a far-off look, and while you’re daydreaming, he takes the time to admire you. “It was majestic, Obi-Wan, the rolling plains, the rivers — you’d have loved it, I think.”

To himself, he smiles warmly. Here you are, sinuses stuffed to the brim and wallowing in the discomfort of sickness, yet you still found it within yourself to think of him. He can see why you’d been spoken so highly of by the others before he’d had the courage to befriend you.

You had a good heart.

“I know what you mean.” He presents you with a new tissue as you toss a used one into the wastebasket by your bed, and you watch him speak intently. “Once, on a mission to Alderaan, my Master told me he’d save time to hike one of the mountains if we finished early. A meditation retreat, of sorts. We did, but just as we were prepared to go, I came down with nerf-pox. A youngling sneezed on me in the middle of the assignment.” Disdain paints his appearance, and you cough out a laugh at him behind your fist as you reach for something off your bedside table, where a steaming bowl and cup of water sits.

“To the experiences that disease took from us,” you raise the cup in the air as if you’re making a toast, and although he’s not holding one of his own, he mimes the action with a grin. “Here’s to hoping we’ll get to do them someday.”

As you raise the drink to your mouth, Obi-Wan can’t help but notice the way it trembles in your hand. Eyes narrowing, he takes in the slight shake of your arm. “You’re quite weak,” he moves closer to take the cup from you and set it back on the table. “I think I should feed you.”

Your eyebrows knit in defiance, but he’s already holding the bowl of soup, stirring the spoon in its depths. Immediately, his nose wrinkles in distaste.

“This smells horrible.”

You sigh in agreement, leaning your head back against the pillows. “Rootleaf stew. Master Yoda’s personal recipe.” As he lifts the utensil to your still-moving mouth, you add, “Thankfully, it doesn’t taste as bad as it stinks.”

He snickers quietly as you drink the liquid down with a small noise of disgust. Your face seems to relax after a minute, however, and he hopes the warm broth is soothing your throat. He offers you a bit more, but this time, you stare straight at him as your lips close around the spoon, and his wrist falters when you peer at him from beneath your lashes.

Soup dribbles down your chin and neck as you squeal in surprise, the heat of it making you jerk back. Obi-Wan drops the bowl onto the table as he frantically snatches up tissues to offer you between panicked apologies, not trusting himself to dab the droplets on your skin away himself.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry, I —” he stammers as you clean up what you can, blinking at him in amused surprise. You don’t look angry at him, but stars, does he feel bad. “Ah, I didn’t mean to. So much for helping you.” From the shoulders up, he burns bright with remorse, but you shake your head amusedly with bright eyes.

“It’s okay. I probably would have done the same to myself. You were right, I am too weak to carry anything.”

Sheepishly, Obi-Wan picks up the stew again, but places it in his lap for a moment as he waits for his body to stop freaking out, for lack of a better term. It’s good timing, too, because you promptly break into a hacking fit, coughing violently as he winces in his seat. After you blow your nose loudly, you seem to notice his expression, because you suddenly turn self-consciously away from him.

“I’m sorry, too. I can’t imagine I’m a pretty sight to see as of right now.”

He disagrees. Surprisingly, your physical state hasn’t been too affected. And even in spite of your slightly ruffled exterior, you’re still exuding the same liveliness that he can’t help but find attractive. In his mindlessness, Obi-Wan’s mouth acts before his brain as he responds. “I think you’re always pretty.”

You both freeze, eyes meeting in shocked gazes as he attempts to backtrack. “I — I mean, you’re a pretty sight to see —” Nope, that’s worse, kill me, Maker, kill me now —

“Obi — it’s okay,” you cut him off from embarrassing himself further, though your own voice is shrill. “I appreciate the compliment.”

His face flushes again, this time at the nickname more than his stupidity. He stares resolutely into the swirling broth as he fiddles with the spoon, and deafening silence fills the air between you as you both look anywhere but each other. Soon enough, though, you’re brave enough to break the quiet. With an even braver comment of your own.

“You know, you’re not too bad-looking either,” he peers at you cautiously, and your eyes are kind, offering comfort. He breathes out a long sigh, but manages a weak smile in return.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, and you nod at him easily. He’s jealous of the way you’re expressive, yet so effortlessly at ease in any scenario — someday, he swears, he’ll nail down his composure. He’ll be in complete control of his every emotion and have the coolest demeanor of all the Jedi.

Just, not today.

Obi-Wan forces himself to steel the muscles in his arms as he brings another spoonful of soup to your waiting mouth, and exhales in relief when he successfully avoids causing another mess. Unfortunately, it seems that you’re intent on making one, because as soon as you swallow, you’ve got another remark that you deliver all too casually for Obi-Wan’s liking.

“In fact, I’d say you’re the prettiest Padawan in the Order.”

He spills the entire bowl across your sheets.

[llnewobsessionll]

Reversed Roles (Jasper x human!reader)

Description: Jasper and Y/n are about to meet Y/n’s friends for the first time since they started dating and Jasper is very worried and the reader calms down Jasper

Warning: A sex joke

Word count: 1,063

It was only an hour before we were supposed to go out with my friends and Jasper was freaking out. He kept worrying about my friends not liking him, or them thinking that I deserve better, or him losing his control.

I wasn’t too concerned about my friends not liking Jasper, they were normally pretty chill and knew that if I wasn’t happy or if Jasper was treating me bad then I would speak up about it and handle it myself. That didn’t mean that they wouldn’t give him a talking to while I was in the bathroom or something, but I knew that they weren’t gonna scare him away or say anything bad.

But even with my reassurance that my friends would like him Jasper was still worried, and I knew what it was like, when I had first met his family I was a nervous wreck even when Jasper was telling me that they would like me.

“Babe, it’s okay, they’ll like you, I know it, we’ve already talked about you and they know that you make me happy and I really like you, and they’re normally really easy going anyway.” I stood in front of him as he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Taking his head in my hands I placed a kiss on each of his cheeks, on his forehead, his nose, and finally on his lips, just like he normally did to me when he calms me down.

“But what if they don’t like me, what then?”

“Then they won’t say anything about it, they respect that I know how to make myself happy and I know what’s best for me and they’ll support me dating you.” I rubbed my hands down his arms, trying to distract him from his thoughts with my touch.

“But-”

“No, no buts, they’ll like you, I promise.” I held his head and made him look me in the eyes to show how serious I was and that I wasn’t just saying things to get him to calm down.

The next 20 minutes was a mix between me getting ready and trying to comfort Jasper. I felt really bad, in all the time I have known him I’ve never seen him so distraught and doubtful in himself, but I knew he would stay like that until we met with my friends and they started talking.

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The entire drive to the dive bar that my friends and I have agreed to meet up at was spent giving Jasper little phrases of encouragement and holding his hand. I was also trying to push my feelings of confidence on to him to give him a little boost too.

When we finally pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car Jasper looked like he wanted to run off and if I didn’t feel so bad for him I would have laughed. A 200 year old vampire who served in the civil war and trained new born vampires, who were a lot stronger and faster than him how to fight was nervous at meeting a handful of my friends, I kinda found the sentiment cute, at least he cared enough to try and make sure they got along and like him.

Walking into the dive bar hand in hand with Jasper it didn’t take long for me to spot my friends in a booth in the back corner. They had already gone ahead and ordered appetizers and drinks for us all, knowing exactly what I would order and what I liked.

Walking up to them I introduced each of my friends to Jasper and Jasper being the gentleman that he was made sure to shake each of their hands. From the looks and grins that my friends shared with each other I could tell that already they approved of him, liking the fact that he had manners and wasn’t being rude to them like some of my exes were.

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The night passed rather uneventfully, conversation and food was shared between everyone and halfway through the night I could feel Jasper relax against the booth and open up to them even more. By my friends' reactions I knew that they approved of him and thought we were a perfect fit, I would no doubt be getting text messages from them in the group chat talking about how nice he was.

We all left at the same time and with some parting words by the door Jasper and I made our way towards his car. He waited until we were in the car with the door closed before he said anything, “so I guess that means that they liked me then?”

“Oh definitely, we’ve all met a few of eachother’s partners a couple times before and you were by far the one that we all got along with the most, they absolutely adore you.” Just as I finished saying that my phone vibrated in my back pocket, signifying that I got a message.

Opening up my phone I saw that they had all been texting in the group chat and laughed at the things they said

He’s hot, like really hot, where did you find a man like that?

And respectful, don’t forget that, those southern boys always have good manners, maybe I need to take a trip down to the south

I’ll come with you, but seriously Y/n where can we find men that are that hot, respectful, and funny, tell us your secrets

I read the messages out loud to Jasper who laughed and relaxed more, no doubt if he was still human he would be blushing from the praise by now. Quickly I texted out a reply as Jasper pulled out of the parking lot to go back home.

I don’t know guys, I just got lucky, and that’s not even talking about how good he is in bed😏

Putting my phone back in my pocket I felt my phone vibrate a lot more on the drive home but didn’t look at it, knowing that me not answering was going to drive them crazy.

Laughing softly I took Jasper’s hand in my own and brought his hand to my lips, looking over he grinned at me and I returned the gesture, overall the night had been a success and I knew my friends would be grilling me for more information.

[volleyball-dontknowher]

Jealous Karasuno

A/N: I started this before I wrote the other one so Tsuki and Kageyama’s are both similar to the other one 

7.7 K words

It’s all under the cut. Enjoy!

Daichi:

 You were a power couple to say the least, Daichi was the boys volleyball captain, a smart classmate and a reliable friend to everyone. You were the dance team captain, also a genius and rumored to be the Hottest babe in school. The two of you on your own were strong, but together the two of you were damn near invincible. Whenever you would walk through the hallways together people would stare at the two of you and you would always smile at them or give them a friendly good morning. You both were super busy with your sports but when you weren’t being the best parents in the world the two of you spent a lot of time together. You would study together, go to dinner together, read together, nap together, everything together, and you wouldn’t have it any other way because you just loved him so much. The volleyball team knew you and the dance team knew him, it was perfect. 

It was a training camp weekend and that meant your favorite boy was gone for the whole weekend. Lucky for you the weekend was busy for you as well, you had practice until late on Friday, then you had early morning practice Saturday, followed by a team pool party. The practices went by super fast and it was now time for the party. You weren’t an aggressive swimmer so you opted for a pink flowery strapless top and black bottoms. 

You got there early to help set up the snack table and make sure that everyone knew where they were going. Once all of the girls got there you reminded them to put on sunscreen and told them they would still have to dance no matter how burnt. The party was so much fun, you guys took several cute pictures together and the team manager (who hates swimming) got a lot of super cute shots of you guys playing marco polo and chicken in the pool. At the end of the party you ate wayyy too much and had a blast with your girls. You helped clean up before parting ways with the girls you loved so much. 

After you got home you noticed that your phone was buzzing like crazy, it was your team manager sending all of the pictures she took today to everyone. You scroll through the pictures and save all of the ones that you liked. You decided you were going to post a couple of the pictures from today with a cheesy caption like Dance team? Who's that? This is the swim team or something cute like that. 

Hours away at the training camp the boys have just finished for the day and were all heading to shower and get changed. First Daichi responds to all of your texts from the day, Have a great day!Don't forget to drink enough water. I don’t want you to pass out, We should totally try this new recipe I found for churros when you get back. The whole time he’s answering he’s blushing because he can imagine you telling him all of these things with nothing but love in your eyes. He then sees the notification that you posted on instagram (yes he has your notifications on, he wants to be the fist person to comment on every post of yours) and when he opens up the post his mouth drops. You really just posted yourself in a bikini where everyone could see it. Sure you look hot but do you know how many people will see that post. He knows at least everyone on his team follows you, almost everyone at school follows you and there are tons of strangers that follow you too. He’s upset deep down but still manages to comment a little You’re stunning babe <3. He usually doesn’t put babe in comments because well your entire page is full of the two of you smiling together at all of your little dates around town, even though you are obviously taken that doesn’t stop people from trying to slide into your dm’s and confessing their love for you no matter how obvious it is that you aren’t interested. He sends you a quick goodnight,  I love you! text before putting his phone away and going to bed. 

When he wakes up he double checks to see if he was just making up the whole thing in his head or if you really did post that. You did. It had over 200 likes from people and tons of comments (most from your teammates telling you how pretty you were) but some of the comments were from complete strangers. He again, pushed his emotions aside and finished the day of training. 

Somehow Ukai drove extra fast and he ended up home a whole hour earlier than they thought. He texted you and asked if you wanted to go to dinner with him because he was starving and everyone else way wayyy too tired. You of course agreed and met him at your favorite little spot. He was exhausted and you could tell immediately that he was tired and needed to go to sleep and go to bed.

You two chatted about camp forever before he looked down at his food and didn’t meet your eyes, “Hey, I just wanted to let you know you looked gorgeous yesterday, I’m sad I missed it” 

“What’s wrong?” you’re scowling at him, “you don’t just tell a girl she’s pretty without looking at her. What is it?” 

He tries to think of any excuse but quickly realizes that you won’t fall for anything that he tells you so he decides to be honest “I don’t know, I just don’t like the idea of so many people getting to see you in a swimsuit and commenting things about how gorgeous you are. That’s my job. But I’m also not saying that you shouldn’t post any pictures because you are so pretty and I don’t know I just love you a lot.” 

You grin at him “Damn right that’s your job and that’s why your comment is the only one that matters, because you’re the only guy who matters to me. You’re the only one who can compliment me and make me blush, and the only boy who makes me always happy. I love you and only you.” He smiles, and you smile, that was all it took for any worry to be taken from his mind, you two are perfect for each other and that is just proof. 

(After they go to nationals you definitely post a picture of you hugging him with some super caption like Number one on the court AND number one in my heart) 

Suga:

 Sugawara is impossible to shop for, absolutely impossible. He would tell you he loved the dirty sock you stole from Hinata because it was from you. Therefore you had no idea what he would actually want and what would make him happy. You two went window shopping frequently and he never had anything that he was particularly fond of. You two agreed that for the first 11 months dating you wouldn’t get each other things and instead plan a great date for the two of you. You guys have been to nice restaurants, drive in movies, zoo’s, museums, theme parks, and picnics. But now your one year anniversary was coming up and the pressure was on. You had to do something and it had to be perfect. 

The first time he saw the two of you together Suga didn’t think too much about it. You and Daichi had been friends and he trusted the two of you with his whole heart. You both smiled when you saw him and he just joined in the conversation's easy peasy. The second time he caught the two of you together Suga wasn’t sure what you were doing. When he asked what was up you both stuttered “I don't know'' and that you were just talking. He had no idea what was happening but you both were acting a little weird. 

The third time you two were caught it was behind the gym talking privately. Daichi had brought you the goods and there was no way he could’ve given it to you in class or someone would have seen and told Suga right away. You two are walking back from the exchange and the goods were in your backpack.

“What are you two doing together again?  Why are y-”

“Koushi Sugawara stop that right this very second.” You walk up to him and grab his hand, “We aren’t up to anything, I promise you. He was simply doing me a favor, please don’t think it is anything more than that because it isn’t” 

He looks at you and then at Daichi and back at you and can’t help but feel bad, he really almost jumped to conclusions about his girlfriend and his best friend. Daichi pats him on the back as he walks by with one of those bro it’s okay looks. You give Suga a quick kiss on the cheek before sending him to practice, you have work to do. Daichi had given you a collection of pictures that him and all of the boys had taken of Suga throughout high school and you were going to make him two different scrapbooks. One of the scrapbooks was going to be of his time playing volleyball and all of the successes he’s had playing and the other was going to be memories of the two of you from the past year with pictures of all of your dates. 

It was the day of your one year anniversary and you guys were going to go to a nice dinner and you were going to give him your presents. You got to the restaurant and the two of you were super excited to have some time to yourself. Dinner went fantastically and he loved your present so much it made him so happy. He got you a blanket that had your favorite memories on them. It was an amazing date and you thought that nothing could go wrong. 

That was until a guy cat called you across the street “Hey sexy let me show you a good time!” 

The guy was watching you and Suga pulled you into a kiss and wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you close to him. 

“SHE’S TAKEN THANKS THOUGH! THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER PEOPLE YOU CAN BOTHER SOMEWHERE ELSE!” You loved him so much and you couldn’t wait for the next year you got to spend with him. 

Asahi:

 You and Asahi together, perfection. You two make each other laugh and smile and cry all the time. The two of you are also style icons, you both have an amazing sense of style and when you walk in the room people are always impressed. If it’s the school uniform then you have on matching earrings and a little necklace, and he has a belt and a nice watch on. On the weekends you two like to coordinate your outfits together and you even take to doing his hair to be like yours. You two go out with half up half down, messy buns, neat buns and if you’re really lucky you get to dutch braid the top and put the extra hair into a messy bun and have the rest down. You loved doing this because it brought the two of you together and he loved that he didn’t have to worry about doing his hair or what anyone would think (because he wouldn’t care his girl did it for him and always told him he was cute). 

With such fast paced lives you both liked keeping things low key and avoiding accidentally adding more stress to your lives. Which was why when a new cat cafe opened up down town you two were quick to book a table. The two of you loved going to coffee shops together and you both loved cats so this was going to be perfect. 

When the day finally came you both took a little extra time to dress up. You were both looking stunning, both in dark blue tops with cute bottoms and the little half up half down braided hairstyles. You both head off to the cafe hand in hand arguing about who was THE cutest. It was so fun you both were so happy when you entered the cafe. LIttle did you know your table was directly in the center of the cafe and all of the cats were loving it. You were in the hotspot of the cat cafe and the two of you couldn’t have had a better time together. You got so many pictures of the two of you with the cats. Every cat in the cafe was up for adoption therefore every cat you got to pet you both wanted to adopt. Both you and Asahi had to keep reminding each other that neither of you needed a cat. 

“Excuse me, ma’am your soup” you were completely distracted by the big cat laying in your lap and when you looked up there was a young man smiling at you with your bowl of soup. “I see that you are petting Squishy, she’s a real sweetheart.”

“I can tell! She’s a sweetheart!” And with that he left. 

You both started eating and you both shared your food with each other because you were indecisive and so Asahi ordered the item that you couldn’t choose between. 

“Are you enjoying your food?” The waiter was back and making direct eye contact with you. 

“Yes, it’s delicious thank you!” You smile up at him and he nods and leaves. You turn back to the conversation you were having with Asahi. 

A cat jumped up onto the table and stuck his head into your drink. All you could do was laugh because he was so big and so fluffy. Before you knew it the waiter was at your table with a new drink claiming that you needed a new one right away. It was faster than it should have been and he wouldn’t have known unless he was watching you. Asahi was always reluctant to jump to conclusions because the guy was only doing his job, but he was only paying attention to his girlfriend and was even watching them eat. He thought it was obvious that the two of you were together and you were having such a great time that he didn’t want to ruin it by saying anything. That was true until the waiter set down the to go boxes and his number was written on top of yours. 

“She needs a new box. Now. Please.” The waiter looked shocked, “She is my girlfriend and you have been flirting with her this whole time. Don’t say anything just get us a new box so we can go,” he smiled up at the waiter. The manager heard the entire thing and brought the new box before the waiter had the chance to apologize. He offered to pay for your meals but neither of you could let that happen, and you still even tipped. It was not the restaurant's fault and you both were way too sweet for them to let anything like that happen. You did get a coupon for a free dessert because the manager wouldn’t let you leave without it. The moment you two left the little cafe Asahi pulled you into a big possessive kiss. He pulls you close to him before repeatedly apologizing for causing a scene but he couldn’t handle the waiter trying to thirst after his girl. 

Noya: 

It was a typical Saturday afternoon for you and Noya, you were both at his house and you two were watching a movie, well making fun of a movie. It was supposed to be the film of the year but neither of you could see how a 26 year old could even possibly pass for a 17 year old, it was just horrible. You cuddled together on the couch and had a good time laughing about the sarcastic remarks that were being made back and forth. Once the movie was over you two were starving, you decided you wanted to order takeout from somewhere. 

“Hey, Asahi mentioned that he liked this little shop downtown, maybe we could try it out?” 

“Yeah, sure Y/N, I hope it’s not that gross organic place he keeps talking about.” 

The two of you make your way downtown, walking the whole way holding hands and just telling your favorite stories from past week, he started with a story about how him and Tanaka had got in trouble for trying to go a whole practice ignoring Hinata and once Daichi found out they had to do drills only passing to Hinata for the rest of practice for being rude. 

It was your turn to share a  story from this week and you decided to share a story from practice that Noya misseed. You were a manager for Karasuno and you knew how to play some but you definitely were not good enough to play for the girls team. You were helping Asahi with his spikes and he had accidentally hit the ball way too hard and way too high and it ended up getting stuck on the back-board of the basketball hoop. The two of you tried jumping for it but neither of you could reach (you obviously couldn’t but it was still fun to try). So you had the great idea of using a broom to knock it loose, that was tall enough but it couldn’t hit the ball art the right angle. So the next step was to get on Asahi’s shoulders and knock the ball loose with the broom. It was a fun story and you made a lot of the whoosh and wap noises to go alone with it and Noya seemed to love it. But he was stuck thinking how this was the second time today you had mentioned something about Asahi and he has no right to be jealous of one of his best friends but he couldn’t help but wonder why you don’t talk about him like that. 

The two of you get to the restaurant and order your food without any wait. The service was fast and the food was amazing. 

“I’m gonna have to tell Asahi that this place really was as good as he said!” 

“Okay..” You didn’t have to ask, you knew he was jealous, when he’s jealous he gets sassy and he doesn’t want to sass you so he always keeps quiet when it’s something you’ve done. If it’s someone else though he is in their face and a little firecracker.There was one time a guy whistled at you from across the street and Noya was across the street and in the guy’s face before you even processed what had happened. He was so angry and so determined to put the guy in his place that his presence made him seem 7 feet tall. This however, was not that kind of jealousy, it was the insecure jealousy that came out whenever he felt like he wasn’t good enough, or tall enough, or pretty enough or whatever not good enough he had stuck in his head. 

“Yuu Nishinoya, what’s wrong?” You give him THE look and he knows you know he’s jealous. He glances to the floor and starts to fidget with his thumbs. He didn’t think he was being obvious about it (he was) and you read him like a book. 

“If this is about me talking about Asahi today you have to remember that I have known him since I was four. We’re neighbors, remember, our moms have book club together every Wednesday. He is the reason that the two of us met, after four years of throwing him balls in the backyard he suggested that I become a manager so that we could keep hanging out. Then when I started crushing on you he always found ways for the two of us to get to drills together so I would ‘have a chance to talk to him’ and encouraged me to actually flirt with you. Asahi is like an older brother to me, kinda annoying at times but sweet when it matters most. Besides could you ever EVER see me dating someone like that? He’s way too tall like I couldn’t even kiss him, then he isn’t goofy so I would be bored all the time and he doesn’t make me smile every time I look at him. The thought of even dating him is a big no so stop being jealous and kiss me you dork.”

He does, happily, “Sorry for being jealous, it’s just-”

“Stop right there, you’re the boy I love and that’s the end of the story okay?”

“Okay.”

Tanaka: 

It was no secret that you and Tanaka were dating, he was the type to wrap his arm around your shoulder and point at you as you two walked down the hall and be like “This is my babe, isn’t she smoking hot” and no matter how many times you told him it was embarrassing because they are your classmates he still did it. Tanaka loved you with his entire heart and would kiss the ground you walked on because you were there. It was no surprise that he loved everything about you and that the two of you could just sit and stare at each other for hours and call it a date. Well today you had planned the most amazing date for you and Ryuu to go on together and you were so excited that the day was finally here. 

You agreed to meet at your favorite place to get breakfast together. You were already there when he arrived and you two enjoyed a wonderful breakfast together laughing the whole time. When you were done and had paid you got up from the table and nearly killed Tanaka. You were wearing a black cropped tank top and a little black skirt that had shiny stars all over it. He was shocked, how was his babe wearing something as sexy as this out of the house. He is instantly behind you with both hands on your waist so that there is a 0% chance that anyone will see your butt out of the end of the skirt. He knows it’s long enough but if people are sitting and you are standing there’s definitely a chance. 

You two get outside the restaurant and all Tanaka can turn to you and say is, “babe, what are you wearing?” 

“Do you not like it?” You ask him with innocent eyes as you grab his hand and start leading him to the next part of your date. 

“I-I no, I love it just don’t you think that-”

“Think what?” 

“Nothing, nevermind” He drops it for now but he cannot help but keep looking over at your gorgeous body and just think about what he would do if anyone else approached his girl. When you finally got to the next place he was shocked. You two were going to play laser tag. He was thrilled, you two were going to try and be opposite teams to see who could shoot the other person the most times in the game. It was time for the game to begin and you were both thrilled when your vest lit up blue and his lit up red. And off the two of you went to go try and prove who the best. The game started just fine and the two of you were getting shots in with each other back and forth not caring much about the other people in the room. Then the next time you went to go shoot at Tanaka a guy jumped out in front of you and shot him first. The guy was wearing a blue vest, damn it he’s on your team. After he shot Tanaka he turned around and smiled at you. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing at a place like this alone, dressed like that. You look like some kind of cheap whore I can take home with me.” He’s eying you up and down with a devilish smirk on his face. You stand there in complete shock, no idea who this guy is or what gave him the right to speak to you in this way. Tanaka almost lost it then and there, he marches over to the guy, shoots him in the back and tells him to “Back away from my girlfriend before I beat the daylight out of you.” 

The guy doesn’t budge and instead turns to you and asks “Why would you be with a man like that? I can treat you better and give you more than he ever could” 

That was it, Tanaka had officially lost his cool, he was up in the guys face “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT ME? YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS TO GET OUT OF OUR FACES AND LEAVE THIS PLACE BEFORE I BEAT YOU” you’d never seen him this mad before so you let him finish before you pull him in close to you. 

“Ryuu, calm down love, he’s just a jerk don’t let him ruin our fun” “But he called you a whore, no one gets to talk to my girl like that.” You rub his head and tell him that you love him so much and that you’re so thankful that he stood up for you before shooting him in the chest and running off, forcing him to follow with a big goofy grin. 

Tsukishima:

 It is no surprise to anyone that you are a heart throb and if it was socially acceptable for boys to fangirl over girls then you would have a fan club. I’m talking about a full fledged society of boys that praised every step you walked on, from third year middle schoolers all the way up to third year high schoolers, because you were just so cute and friendly. Every person you passed you would smile or wave at and you always made sure to tell people to have a great day. You were a little sunshine that also happened to have a gorgeous face. You and Tsuki were in the same class together and would playfully banter back and forth. When you told him you liked him and he was shocked. He had no idea how the prettiest girl he had ever seen liked him back. The two of you ended up going on a date, then another and another and now the two of you had been dating for almost a year now. You loved Tsukishima so much and you never tried to do anything that would hurt your feelings and he did the same for you. You made him soft like no one else ever had before, he felt giddy and excited every time he was around you even if he didn’t show it externally you both knew how he felt. You were his sunshine and you made him happier than anyone could have ever imagined. Everyday the two of you would walk to school together and you both would walk home together after your practices were done (you also play volleyball and that makes his heart melt because you understand that he’s extremely dedicated but doesn’t want to get hurt-anyway) you always found time for each other and it was something the two of you prided yourselves on.

It was the spring tournament and both the girls and the boys volleyball were happening at the same arena. You both had sent good morning texts and nothing else because you were both extremely focused on doing well today. You two didn’t have to talk a ton during the day but after you both had won your first round you agreed to meet up by the concession stand excited to share your victories with each other. You agreed on a place to meet up and you were teasing him about getting there before him, so you can imagine the shock when he rounded the corner.  

There you were standing in your spot, with another guys arm pressed up against the wall and he was leaning in close to talk to you, too close. This had crossed a line. His vision turned red as he continued to stroll over to the two of you. His headphones were now off and he was listening in to every word, he was like a predator going in for the kill, you were his, and he had no idea who you were or why you thought that you could talk to any girl like that, let alone his girl. Once he was close enough he could hear the guy “Well, your boyfriend isn’t here right now and I am so why not let me treat a hottie like you.” 

Tsukishima is right behind the guy practically towering over him “Who’s boyfriend isn’t here?” He mocks, and the guy turns his head slowly and turns as pale as a ghost. 

Then Tsuki grabs the guy's arm and leans in close to his ear “If I ever hear you speak to a girl like that I will not hesitate to slap the life out of you. And if you ever even think of getting anywhere near my girl again then you might as well consider yourself a dead man. Now leave.”

You didn’t have to tell the guy twice and he books it out of there faster than anyone had ever seen before. You practically pounce on Tsuki and start giving him little kisses everywhere before he stops you because even though he loves you he’s not about to have everyone he’s playing against staring at him. 

You do however, get to cling to his arm and tell him all about how he’s your “knight in shining armour, and you came and saved me just like a hero, thank you so much Kei you’re the best and I loveee you” and all he can do is look down and smile at you because you make him so happy. The two of you get food and rejoin your teams and eat together before you all have to go back into warm up. When he gets on the court he sees the guy from earlier is on the opposing team and let's just say that Tsuki has never had a better game. 

Hinata:

 Hinata prided himself on being the bestest boyfriend in the entire world (his words exactly) and the two of you were inseparable, you could tell each other everything, how you day was, when you’re showering, even when you have to poop. It was something the other Karasuno boys didn’t quite understand, how Hinata found a girl who was just as bizarre and goofy as he was. You told each other everything, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have your own friends and time to yourself but you were just drawn to hanging out together and making plans with each other. 

One day you and Hinata were chilling at his house, he was playing video games with Kenma and you were watching and playing with his little sister while also playing on your phone. 

“Hey, Y/N whatcha doin” He’d just died in his game and is looking over to find you completely engrossed in your phone. You didn’t answer him and kept typing out a long text that you had to get sent. 

“Hellooooooooo Y/N what’s up? Who are you texting?” 

“Tsuki” You reply without thinking much about it and continue your long text to Tsuki. Little did you know that Hinata was watching you intently internally wondering Why doesn't she text me like that? What are they talking about? Does she like him more than she likes me? I mean he’s tall and mean but some girls really like that, right? I mean we’ve only been dating a while and I haven’t been giving her much attention so maybe this is revenge? But Tsukishima of all people? 

But externally all he can make himself say is “What are you two talking about?”

You finish your message and set your phone down to look at Hinata dead on, “Babe, Shoyo, what class am I in?” 

“Class 1-4” He says while looking at you confused. 

“Okay, now what class is Tuski in?”

“Class 1-4” his brain still hasn’t caught up to what you are about to say and he now thinks that you are going to tell him that he’s too dumb for you and you can’t stand it. He’s both upset and made at Tsuki for taking away his girlfriend's attention that belongs to him, not some grouchy jerk. 

“Hinata, babe, love, hey, hello? Earth to Hinata” you say snapping your fingers in front of his face trying to get his attention.

“I DON’T WANT YOU TO DATE TSUKISHIMA HE’S A JERK AND RUDE AND I REALLY DO LIKE YOU Y/N AND I’M SORRY I WASN’T PAYING ATTENTION TO YOU MORE PLEASE DON’T BREAK UP WITH ME.” He shouts in one of his zoned out super fast ways. He’s mad that Tsuki would text his girlfriend knowing that they were dating and he couldn’t believe that you would text him back so easily. He was about ready to find Tsukishima’s house and go punch him right now. 

You stand up and pull him into a giant hug which breaks his train of thought right there, “Hinata, were you not listening? I just told you that Tsukishima and I are partners on a big project and I forgot my laptop at home and was texting him my part of the project. I am not breaking up with you goofy, I like you not some tall jerk with glasses. We are just working on a project, I have no idea where you even got the idea of me breaking up with you for him came from but stop that right now. As punishment for your actions I would like cuddles.”

He’s embarrassed, super embarrassed on how he could possibly think that you, his awesome, perfect, amazing, gorgeous, funny, cute, happy, loving girlfriend would ever break up with him for someone as bland as Tsukishima. He gets one of those giant goofy grins on his face and realizes that he’s not hugging you back, so he wraps his arms around you as tight as he can and pulls you down onto the couch kissing you over and over again. 

“I’m sorry for ever thinking that you’d ever date a jerk like Tsuki.” 

Kageyama: 

No matter how long you and Kageyama have been dating, everything you do makes him both giddy and excited but also nervous and insecure. He loves you so much and absolutely loves when you come watch him play volleyball, it made his heart burst seeing you in the crowd cheering for him and him alone. Anytime you were there it made him want to be better, he wanted to win more than he already did-which he didn’t think was possible ((but he also didn’t think he could get a girlfriend so)) he loves it.  You liked going to watch him play but with how much he played you couldn’t possibly go to every game. You liked to try and go to the important ones though because he would talk about them for weeks after and you liked knowing you were there for some of his proudest moments, and that’s where you were today-watching volleyball matches. You had been sitting in the gym all day watching team after team writing down little notes that you think Kageyama would find helpful such as Number 7 doesn’t receive, and 5 &9 only pass to each other when 5 signals him by waving his left hand. Kageyama loved looking through your little notes with you and thought it was super cute that you would write all of these things down for him, he also was super impressed by how easily you picked up the other player’s weaknesses. 

It was time for Karasuno to play and you were stoked. You’d been watching the team progress and it was always exciting to see what new tricks they had up their sleeves. The team was warming up and you were keeping your eye on #9 when you feel a great big thud next to you. You look over and see the guy from earlier, you recognize him from an earlier match, he was #1 on the mint and white team and as your notes said Good serve, but does it in the same pattern, straight, curve straight straight every time, also has sloppy receives. 

Smiling at you he asks “What’s a pretty girl like you doing sitting on this side of the bleachers?” 

You can’t help but stare at him, while he is definitely pretty he isn’t your type at all and you have no desire to continue a conversation with him. “I’m watching my boyfriend play, thank you very much.” And with that you turn your head back to the game and keep your eyes on your prize. Oikawa isn’t used to being turned down like this and has no idea what to say to you next, he lets you watch the game in peace  until the end of the first set. Karasuno had taken the set 25-21 and had played amazingly. 

“Are you sure someone as pretty as you wants someone from such a lame school?” Tooru couldn’t understand who was actually good enough for a girl like you on that team. 

“Yep, I like him a lot, thanks though.” Another shut down. He the great Oikawa Toru was not used to having a girl give him no attention and by no means did he want to steal whoevers girl from him he just wanted to know who was lucky enough to get someone like you and maybe ask them for some pointers (because his luck is horrible and he just wants love). 

When the game is over (Karasuno won ofc) you go to congratulate the team and the first thing that anyone gets to say to you is when Kageyama pulls you into a big hug and whispers “Why was Oikawa talking with you?” He was jealous that you would even consider talking to Okikawa, but he was also worried that Oikawa would steal his girl from him. You squeeze him back in the embrace.

“Are you talking about the loudmouth sitting next to me? He was annoying me the whole time asking questions and making useless commentary about your game.” When he went to ask more questions you kissed him on the cheek and told him that he did so amazing and that you were proud of him and that he shouldn’t waste his energy worrying about someone that you don’t care about because all you care about was him. That alone was enough to make any worries in his head completely disappear because if there’s one thing he knows is that you hate loud mouths like that. (Little did you know that Oikawa was watching the whole thing and could NOT believe that it was Kageyama who got the babe) 

Yamaguchi: 

Yamaguchi doesn’t get jealous per sey, he trusts you so much and wouldn’t ever bat an eye if you were talking to another guy and you would do the same if you saw him talking to another girl. He also didn’t care what you wore because if you were comfortable and happy then he was comfortable and happy. It was other things that would force him to swallow his pride and admit that he was jealous. 

The two of you often went on walks together around the neighborhood and through parks, It was something that the two of you loved doing together, no date, lets just go for a walk. It was an easy answer that made both of you happy-well most of the time.

 Every single time the two of you would go out together for as long as either of you could remember whenever you pass a dog they always want to be petted by you and completely ignore Yamaguchi. He has to watch big dogs pull their owners over to you so that they could get your attention and some pets. He had no idea why but every single time he saw a dog and they wanted you it made him so jealous. All he wanted was to be loved by the dogs like they love you, it didn’t seem like too much to ask but the more that it happened he started to find himself getting more and more upset over it, he just didn’t understand why you got all of the dogs to pay attention to you and they wouldn’t even look at him. You never thought much about it because you were always just excited to pet a good dog but once you started noticing how Yamaguchi would just stand there and look at you and the dog you knew something was up, and it had to be fixed right away. You two left the park like usual that day and you pretended like you didn’t have the best surprise planned for your boyfriend, he would love it. You spent two weeks trying to get in contact with one specific woman, and today she finally answered and agreed to your crazy plan. 

After school you told Yamaguchi you had something fun you wanted to do with him and he didn’t think twice about it until you pulled him into a local animal shelter, walked up to the desk and told the lady that you were the one with the reservations. He had no idea what you meant by reservations, it was a shelter not a restaurant. The lady led the two of you to a back room, that just so happened to be filled with puppies. The moment Yamaguchi saw the puppies his heart melted, he was beyond excited for this. You both washed your hands and got to enter the room with 20 puppies. You both sat down facing each other as puppies crawled into both of your laps. Yamaguchi had probably 10 of the puppies in his lap alone. While your problem wasn’t fixed this at least reminded him that puppies do love him too. 

Ukai: 

Ukai was an attractive guy and girls made sure that he knew it. Every time the two of you were out people couldn’t help but comment on his looks.

“Wow, is she your sister?” “Hey, can I take you out?” “Can I buy you a drink?” “What’s your number?” Were all constants in your lives, girls swarmed him and you never seemed to mind. Maybe you would make sassy comments back afterwards but nothing overbearing. That should have put him at ease, but it didn’t. Why didn’t you care? He would care a hell of a lot if some guy was flirting with you. Why are you so easy going? He’s your boyfriend, how are you letting them get away with this? He’s not jealous that you aren’t jealous-or is he? Part of him wants you to stand up for him and to tell a girl to back off every once and awhile. He decides that the next time a girl flirts with him he’s going to flirt back just to see what you’d do. 

It’s date night tonight and the two of you have plans to go to a nice restaurant together. You’re wearing a skin tight dress with some sexy heels and he’s wearing a button down and a suit jacket. Ukai would never wear something like that on his own but when you asked him to dress up for dinner he couldn’t help but put in some extra effort for you. The two of you looked hot, like straight out of a magazine story about dressing to impress. If you both hadn’t been around the city with your jobs then people would have thought the two of you were celebrities. It was both impressive and scary that you could look so good together. You walked up to the restaurant with his hand around your waist and he pressed kisses onto the side of your head as you were waiting for your table. It was more than obvious that you two were together, his eyes were glued on you. 

But, some tramp (probably named Stacy) apparently is blind and deaf and decided to come up and flirt with your man, while you were in his arms. 

“Oh, hey there sexy-” 

“No, stop right there, he’s mine and you can turn your ass around and find someone else to bother. Even if he wasn’t already taken he wouldn’t like someone you. But he is taken so goodbye.” You interject before turning and kissing Ukai on the lips, hands on his face as you pull him into a jealous kiss. WHen you’re done kissing him she’s still standing there wide-mouthed. “I told you to stop looking at my man, now please go before I have security show you where the door is.” Ukai had never seen this side of you but now that he has he’s about 10000x more attracted to you. 

Dinner goes great and the two of you laugh and banter the entire time back and forth. After dinner you decide to go to your favorite little ice cream place for dessert. You wait your turn and as you’re ordering the cashier cannot stop making eye contact with your breasts and tells .“wow, you’re really pretty” It was Ukai’s turn to get jealous, he’d already puffed his chest and was about to take this man down for saying something as offensive as that but you start to laugh at , the guy. 

“I know I’m hot thanks for the compliment but I’m already taken, thanks though”  The guy is bright red and you are turning and leaving with Ukai. He had never been more turned on in his entire life, let's just say when you got back to his apartment you had a long night ahead of you.

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Spiraling

Summary: If something could go wrong in (Y/N)’s life then it did. Now she is on the verge of spiraling out of control. In her darkest moment, a hero will come to save her and set her on the path she was always meant to be on. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Self-hate Talk/Talk of Suicide Word Count: 5040 A/N: The last couple of months have been hard so this is my way of dealing with it. A lot of the details are from actual things going on in my life, but I’ve changed the specifics for storytelling purposes.

“Your cat needs emergency surgery to save her life. In order for us to proceed we need a down payment of $1500 and then the remaining $600 once she can go home.”

“Your starter is bad. You have a battery cable that is carotid. Plus we found that there is a leak in your head gasket and it will need to be replaced immediately. All together parts, labor and tax it will total $4976.”

“Effective Immediately: New Management. Your apartment complex is now under the management of Lindchest LLC. Your rent will go up starting November 2020 to $750 per month. There will be an additional pet deposit of $200 per pet and pet rent of $25 per pet. You will need to log on to our Tenant Portal to sign your lease within twenty-four hours or vacate your unit.”

I read the flyer that was haphazardly tape to my door once more. Looking down to Serenity, my cat with the $2100 bladder sighing, “Looks like you need to get a job.”

I unpacked my laptop letting it wake up only to discover that my internet was not working. I picked up my phone calling the all too familiar number.

“I’m sorry Ms. (Y/L/N), but it looks like there is a major outage in your area due to construction. We don’t have a timeframe of when it will be back up.”

I ended the call flopping down onto my couch, “I would love for one, just one, thing to go my way.”

The last month has been challenging between vet bills, my car being an oversized paper weight and my rent going up one hundred and seventy-five dollars plus two hundred dollar deposit. I did not think anything else could possibly go wrong until I arrived at work the next morning.

“Hey (Y/N), can we meet in my office?” my boss waved his hand for me to follow him.

A sinking feeling settled onto my chest as he asked me to close the door behind him, “I know we’ve had this conversation before, but your attendance.”

Tears welled up beneath my eyelids, but I held them back as he continued, “I know we’re trying to be cautious with COVID, but you’ve already been out sick quite a bit already.”

“I know I was, but my doctor recommended for me to stay out since I had more than half the symptoms of COVID.” My voice quivered at the end as my protective wall was crumbling.

He leant forward on his desk, “I know, but then it was your car issues and now you have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning that you just came to me about this morning. I just want to set up some firm guidelines for you using your time off from here on out. I would also like to see you come in for ninety days straight. (Y/N), you do a great job here, but you actually have to be here to do the job.”

“I know. I can reschedule my appointment for tomorrow and I will work with any guidelines you give me. I’m sorry about my attendance. I love my job and I love coming to work.” I was pleading as a wayward tear slipped down my cheek.

“I never once questioned that. We will work through this together. No need to reschedule your appointment since I approved it already. Going forward I will need at least one week's notice for you to use vacation days, forty-eight hours notice to use your personal days and twenty-four hours notice for your sick days.”

I nodded my agreement not trusting that I could hold the burning sob in my chest from bursting through. I left his office and spent the rest of my day in a complete daze. I drove home in the same daze only to have another flyer on my door from the new management.

“We Missed You! Dear Tenant, we entered your apartment today to make an assessment of it. We have found the following things broken, worn and in need of repair. Since this was not properly taken care of, you will be responsible for all repairs and they will need to be scheduled for completion within one week’s time. Please log on to your Tenant Portal to schedule this as soon as possible. Thank you, Lindchest, LLC”

I caught the edge of my kitchen counter as my legs gave out. The list of repairs was more than what I was renting the place for. I managed to get myself to my bedroom and landed face first on the mattress. Freely the tears flowed down my face and my body shook as overwhelming sorrow ran through her.

Serenity butted her head up against mine, “Hi baby. I’m sorry your mommy is a screw up. Would you want to go live with you grandma?”

She snuggled against my arm purring. My body relaxed as I continued to pet her and listen to her purring until finally I drifted off to sleep. Dreams of a better life tormented me throughout the night. The next morning, would solidify my darkest thoughts into a plan of action as the last bit of bad news I could take happened.

“We will need to extract two molars and all four wisdom teeth. I will refer you to an oral surgeon who can get you scheduled right away. After insurance, you’re probably looking at $1500 to $2000 for everything. You will have to provide fifty percent of the total at the time of service and then I’m sure they could work payments out for you.”

I took a deep breath, “Okay. If you could give me the information I will schedule it. I also need a note for my employer for today’s appointment.”

As I sat in the chair waiting for the dental assistant to come back my inner self yelled loudly.

“You are nothing in this world. You are providing nothing and only taking resources away from everyone. Serenity would be taken care of by your mom. Work will find someone to replace you in a snap. You have no friends. You have no place you can afford to live. I think it’s a sign from up above that now is your time to take matters in your own hands. It’s time to free up your space for someone more deserving. More functional. More worthy.”

“Everything okay?” I looked up to see the assistant holding my papers and I nodded.

I went through the motions of work as my mind was preoccupied of my choices for the evening. Texting my mom, I asked her to watch over Serenity for a while so I could find a new place for us. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary and I as I said goodbye to my co-workers for the evening, I felt peace come over me. Dropping off my cat to my mom, I told her I could not stay since I had plans. On my kitchen table there was one letter addressed to her that would be found when she would come get my things.  

I walked a half a mile down to a bridge that was over the river I lived by. The sun had gone down hours ago and now all that was left was for me to finally do something right.

***

Dean Winchester parked his car near the Jefferson Bridge watching as people came and went over it. His brother Sam was flirting with the local librarian, so Dean decided to give him the motel room for the night. He deserved it after all the crap they had gone through. He looked down at his watch, seeing it was coming up at midnight when something caught his eye.

A woman was looking over the wall down to the water. Suddenly he became antsy as he continued to watch her. He got out of his car casually walking towards her so as to not spook her. The cool night breeze blew through her beautiful (Y/C/H) hair. Her body was like a country dirt road with curves for days. His eyes were drifting down her body when she hopped up onto the wall and his heart leaped into his throat.

“Oh no pretty girl, don’t do what I think you’re trying to do.” He whispered as her eyes stayed focused on the water below.

Dean picked up his pace just in time reaching for her as she leapt from the bridge. His hands grasping underneath her arm and at her wrist.

“No! Let me go! Please let me go!” She yelled as I tried to pull her up.

“Sweetheart, trust me, life is not so bad that you should jump off a bridge. Let me help you, please.” He pleaded feeling something deep within him stirring.

She tried to fight against him, but he could feel her losing strength. With one swift move he had her sitting back up on the wall of the bridge. His arm tightly wrapped around her waist as she began to weep.

“No, this is meant to be. I’m not meant to be here. I’m nothing.” She tried to get out of his grasp unsuccessfully.

He pulled her off the wall and carried her to his car, “I’m positive that’s not true. Come on, why don’t I buy you some food and a drink then we can talk about it.”

Her body went rigid, “Why are you being nice to me? You don’t even know me.”

“It’s what I do, sweetheart. I help people who need it no matter what, but if it makes you feel better I’m Dean. Now how about some food and a drink because I’m starving.” He slowly let go of her as she looked down towards the ground.

“(Y/N).” she whispered as she reluctantly, she got in his car sliding across to the passenger side.

Dean drove to the bar nearby his motel glancing over to her every once in a while. Closer now, she was even more beautiful than he originally thought. (Y/N)’s eyes were soft (Y/C/E) and perfect pouty lips. Her body was turned towards her door as she looked out the window but he could imagine himself curling up next to her.

“Let me guess, you’re staying at the Chippewa Motel.” (Y/N) had turned towards him as they pulled into the bar parking lot.

He chuckled, “Yeah, why?”

She let out a soft laugh, “Because those are the only people who go to Sunset Bar.”

For a moment as they got out of the car, Dean’s chest tightened afraid that she would take off. He relaxed when she started walking towards the door and looked behind her to see if he was following. Walking inside, (Y/N) went to the furthest booth in the building. Dean took it upon himself to order them a couple of burgers and beers.

Waiting for their beers, he noticed quite a few men taking an interest in (Y/N). Even red and puffy eyed, she was still catching every man’s eye in the place. Quickly grabbing their beers, he made his way to her staring down every man on the way. He bumped the bottle on her arm motioning for her to move over.

“Thanks.” She muttered, taking a sip and curling herself up on the far end of the bench.

“I wouldn’t normally sit like this with a total stranger, but I think it’s safer for you if I do.” He watched as her eyes followed his widening.

She moved a little closer to him just enough for his fingers to brush against her shoulder, “As much as I don’t want to be a part of this world anymore that is not the way I want to go out.” She waved her bottle out towards the dispersing crowd of men.

“Why do you want to end it all?” His curiosity was getting the best of him.

A beautiful woman like (Y/N) should have everything the world could offer her. Happiness, money, love. His heart skipped at the very word. He pushed it from his mind refocusing on her.

“Have you ever wondered if God was punishing you for something you had no idea you did wrong?” She took a long drag from her bottle and Dean found himself swallowing hard.

“All the freaking time.” He chuckled remembering the recent bombshell that he and Sam were destined to kill one another because of God’s need for a good ending to his story.

She sighed looking up as the bartender brought their food to them. For the first time, (Y/N) genuinely smiled, “Bacon cheeseburgers are my favorite.”

“Mine too.” He smiled back at her before they each took a large bite.

For the next half an hour explaining everything that had gone wrong in her life up until today. From bad decisions, divorce, mental breakdown one and two, loss of jobs, unemployment, her cat, her car, her current job and her tooth. He had to admit the string of bad luck was hard to deny. None of which was a good enough reason to end her life.

When the waitress came for our plates, (Y/N) asked for a glass of water finishing off her beer. I placed my large hand on top hers covering it completely.

“I’m sorry you’ve been through so much and nearly all of it is out of your control. If you could do anything except end your life, what would you do?”

“Well if money was no option then I would grab Serenity and start a new life somewhere far away. Of course, I would keep in contact with my mom, but she would understand me leaving.” She stared off for a moment her face softening at the very thought of leaving.

Before he could stop to think about the words coming from his mouth they were already hitting her delicate ears, “I think I could help you with that.”

“W-What?” Her piercing eyes bore into his with hope, “How could you help me?”

“That is a conversation for a more private place and whiskey.” He chuckled and down the rest of his beer.

Dean started laughing as she practically pushed him out of the booth, “Well come on hero, I know a place that is private enough to talk.”

He threw a few bills down on the table for a tip and allowed (Y/N) to drag him from the bar. She directed him back towards the bridge except this time she pointed to a small, run down apartment complex. He parked next to the car (Y/N) pointed out to be hers, a newer SUV.

“I will deal with you tomorrow.” He pointed to the vehicle giving it a stern look.

Following (Y/N) up the stairs to her little studio apartment, “This is where the hiked up the rent?”

She nodded, “Yeah. At the time, it was the cheapest place to live. You just happen to be in luck that I have a bottle of whiskey stashed away. It’s in the cabinet above the fridge. I’m going to change out of my clothes and freshen up a little.”

Dean watched her disappear behind a room divider and made himself tear his eyes away from watching her gorgeous silhouette. Easily grabbing the bottle and two cups from a local Mexican restaurant he noticed a letter on the table.

“Mom, I know you’re upset. No, I know you’re pissed. I gave up. I didn’t come to you like I promised I would. I couldn’t come to you again with all my problems. I truly believe I was not meant to be in this world and that is why my life has been one shit show after another. I’m taking resources away from this world and not contributing to it. Honestly, everything will move on and you will live out the rest of your life not having to worry about me anymore.

Please take care of Serenity for me. Give her all the hugs and snuggle her extra for me. Mom, this was never your fault and there was nothing you could have done to save me. My mind is made up. The decision was made. I want you to remember what good times there were. I’m sorry for being selfish. I’m sorry for leaving you. Please know I love you very, very much. Goodbye. Love, (Y/N)”

“That wasn’t for you to read.” A small voice brought his eyes from the page but not before a few teardrops could fall onto the page, “You’re crying, why?”

He wiped away the tears falling down his cheeks, “I-I don’t know. I guess reading a suicide note brings out my inner Mr. Sensitivity.”

He tried to give her a sad smile chuckling, but his heart shattering into pieces made it hard too. She took the bottle and cups leading him to the small loveseat. They sat down before downing their first pours of whiskey. The amber liquor burning down his throat and warming his chest. He poured them both another drink before going into his own story.

“My brother and I travel across the country hunting all kinds of… things that go bump in the night.” Dean completely opened up about everything in his life. Carefully watching her every reaction as he spoke and only felt that there was once she wanted to bolt for the door.

“Wait…” she took the bottle and drank from it, “monsters are real?”

He nodded grabbing the bottle for himself, “Yep. Vampires, werewolves, chupacabras.”

Taking a drink, he handed it back to her allowing it all to sink in, “Okay so how does that help me? I’m not interested in hunting monsters or being a monster.”

“Well that’s good because I wouldn’t allow a beautiful woman to become either of those things. I was thinking more along the lines of teaching you how we manage to get unlimited money and then you could move wherever your heart desires. Is that more your speed?”

She nodded, “Now you’re speaking my language. God, it would be amazing to live somewhere remote where I could just write all day long.”

“Well, Sam and I can make that happen for you. We’re probably going to be leaving to head back home in a couple of days. You could travel with us then we could get you all set up and on a plane to all points nowhere, USA.”

Suddenly, (Y/N) launched herself into his arms hugging him tightly, “I can’t thank you enough, Dean.”

His arms wrapped around her and everything felt complete with her, it was strange for him to feel that way. Never once had he ever felt whole but a never ending void deep in his soul that was closing being near her. She pulled away slightly then pressed her lips to his cheek.

***

The next day, Dean had a heated conversation with his brother Sam. Once he was off the phone, he confirmed that I would follow them back to Lebanon, Kansas in my car once he fixed it. He dropped me off at work where everyone noticed the one hundred eighty degree mood change in me. I spent my last hour typing a resignation letter to my boss leaving it on his desk and packing up the few personal items I had.

Dean was waiting for me in the parking lot with his beloved car, “How was work?”

“It was… good. I’m happy to never have to go back to it again though.” He opened the door for me to slide in.

“Dean, would it be okay to stop by my mom’s to get Serenity?” His piercing emerald eyes narrowed for a split second before he smirked.

“Yeah, we can go get the furball.” He chuckled pulling out of the parking lot and leaving that part of me behind us.

I found out that Dean was an amazing liar, but also charming. He won my mom over in a few short minutes as Serenity jumped up onto my lap. I petted her a few times before resting my cheek against the top of her head.

I whispered to her, “Go check him and let me know what you think.”

I watched the shorthair tabby jump off her lap and up onto Dean’s. She sniffed him as he held his hand out to her. His nose began to twitch and she jumped down with a huff before he sneezed.

“Sorry furball, I’m allergic to you.” He sniffled before excusing himself to the bathroom.

Serenity meowed up at me before getting in her crate. The fact she did not hiss was a good sign and I closed her crate up after one last pet.

“So, how did you really meet Dean?” I knew my mom could see right through his story, so I told her the truth, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you should have come to me.”

“I know, but I just couldn’t. I was tired of being a screw up. I gave up.” The last few words were a whisper as my mom got up to sit next to me.

Her arms were around me as tears fell from both of our eyes, “Well I’m glad he saved you. Did you find a place to live?”

I pulled away from her, “Kind of. Dean and his brother are going to help me settle into a new spot. I will call you with all the details.”

I looked up to see Dean standing behind us, “I promise to take care of her.”

“Sounds like you already have. Thank you for saving my daughter.” In a rare moment, I watched as my mom got up hugging someone other than me. Dean was tense for a moment before hugging her back.

The rest of the evening and into the night, Dean spent working on my car. I sat outside with him on the green cooler from his car handing him tools. Grease covered his arms, hands and clothes.

“Hey tiny fingers, come here and get this bolt off.” He called out from under the engine.

I stepped on top of the cooler reaching over looking down to see his beautiful eyes staring back at me. Reaching down my fingers brushed against his as I loosened the bolt in question. Getting down off the cooler I found myself straddling over Dean’s chest as he slid out from underneath the car.

“Hey there pretty girl.” He smirked as I moved back from him.

“Ha. Ha. So, what’s the verdict?” I watched as he stood up seemingly towering over me.

I tried hard to concentrate on him, but between the leather musk on his skin and engine grease was making me dizzy, “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?”

“What? Sorry, what did you say?” I felt my face burning as he stepped closer to me.

“Am I distracting you from paying attention?” Backing up until my butt was against his car, his hands rested on either side of me caging me in.

“I have n-no idea what you’re talking about. So, tell me is my car a goner?” I swallowed the large lump knotted in my throat.

Dean leaned in closer until their noses were almost touching tilting his head slightly, “Your car is fine. The mechanic was trying to get more money out of you. The head gasket is in great shape.”

He stepped back with a smug grin on his face and my body seemingly followed along with him before I stopped it, “That’s great news! The sooner we’re out of here, the better.”

The next morning, I woke up  to low murmuring voices. One was distinctively Dean’s voice, “Sammy, I don’t know how else to say it clearer.”

His brother spoke in a concerned hushed tone, “I think you need to come up with another way because you’re sounding ridiculous right now.”

“All I know is that I have never felt this way in my life. Cassie, Jo, Lisa, none of them made me feel complete. None of them took away the gaping, endless void inside of me. I didn’t even think it was possible to feel this way, but here I am.”

Dean sounded distressed and that made my chest ache. I knew exactly how he was feeling since I had felt it since the moment we met. I had been trying to ignore the comfort and hope swelling inside me, but it was getting harder.

“Sounds like you’re talking about love at first sight or even soulmates.” Sam seemed more curious now than frustrated.

I took this opportunity to walk out from behind the wall divider, “Good morning.”

Dean’s eyes met me first bringing a warm smile to his handsome face, “Hey (Y/N), good morning. We didn’t wake you up?”

I shook my head feeling Sam’s gaze on me as I looked down at Dean’s Zeppelin t-shirt covering me, “Um I spilled spaghetti sauce on my last clean shirt. Dean was nice enough to let me borrow one of his.” I felt my face heating up as Sam nodded.

“Uh-huh.” He stood up walking towards me. Sam loomed over me pulling a flask from his jacket pocket, “Could you stick out your arm for me, please?”

I looked over to Dean who was rolling his eyes, “Sam it’s not necessary.”

“It is for me,” He looked at me as I brought my arm out and he poured what seemed to be water on my arm, “Okay, just a few more tests to go.”

I held a bandana from Dean over the small cut on my arm wincing, “What was that for?”

Sam wiped the blade on his jacket as Dean pushed him back gently. His vibrant olive eyes focused on tying the bandana, “Silver blade to make sure you’re not a werewolf or shapeshifter.”

“I’m sorry to be this way, but this whole situation is weird and I have to protect my brother,” Sam held his hand out to me, “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

I shook his hand, “Yeah, nice to meet you too. Look, as strange as you both think this is, I feel the same way.”

I made sure to look at Dean when I spoke and his eyes widened, “Really?”

I nodded, “There’s a connection here that I can’t explain. Frankly, I don’t care if it’s ever explained to me. All I know is that being with you feels right.”

Sam's disapproving grunt had us both looking to him, “I think we should do a little more research into this. We should definitely get back to the Bunker and maybe ask Rowena for some help.”

A soft meow came from the ground below as Serenity rubbed against Sam’s legs affectionately. He knelt down petting her and I was surprised to see her go belly up.

“Wow, you must be an animal lover because Serenity has never done that with anyone but me.” I knelt down as well petting her soft fur.

For the first time, I watched Sam let down his guard and chuckled, “I’m usually a dog person but hard to say no to a cat who accepts you.”

“Wonderful, you and the furball can take (Y/N)’s car while she and I ride in Baby.” Dean slipped his arm around my shoulders bringing me into his side.

Sam nodded silently as his eyes never left me. It felt as if he were trying to read me, but there was nothing to reveal. By late morning, we were on the road to Lebanon, Kansas. It would be at least a day’s travel to get there, which Dean reassured me that they had done longer trips than this before. We filled the time by talking about everything from childhoods to Winchester's most interesting hunts. When I would get sleepy, Dean would pull me into his side and turn on his favorite mixtape. Being with him was as easy as breathing to me.

After a few stops for food and gas, we finally hit the city limits of Lebanon. The small town looked straight out of a 50’s sitcom. As we drove out of the rustic town, we drove down a long paved drive behind what looked to be an abandoned building of some kind. I was shocked when we came upon a large set of doors that opened into a full stocked garage.

“Welcome home.” Dean said as he parked his car with Sam pulling up next to him.

The Men of Letters Bunker, as the brother called it, was massive. Sam happily told me the history of the secretive group and how their family tied into it. Dean walked by my side with his fingers laced with mine holding my hand. We came to a door with the number eleven on it and Dean pulled her inside.

“This is my room. Of course, it’s the coolest room here except for maybe the Fortress of Deanitude.”

I looked around at all the weapons displayed on the walls. His massive record collection was set up in bins. His desk contained a computer, a small lamp and a tiny picture. I picked it up seeing Dean who was a young child with a woman he looked familiar too.

He gently took the picture from my hand, “My mom and I. It’s the last picture of us together before she was killed,” he placed the picture back in its spot.

After getting Serenity and I settled into our new room, I found myself overcome with exhaustion. Laying down on my new bed with Serenity lying next to me, I feel into the most peaceful night of sleep I have had in awhile. Dreams of adventures with Dean filling my head.

***

Dean sat with Sam in the Library, a soft smile permanent etched onto his face. Sam’s nose was nearly pressed against his computer screen looking into (Y/N). He was waiting for Rowena to call him back when a familiar voice came from near the Bunker door.

“You would have to go find your soulmate and end the world, Winchester.”

Sam and Dean looked up to see Billie standing tall holding her scythe, her hard eyes glaring down at them.

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a remedy for mondays 02 (m)

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➾ please read part 01 first!! 

➾ summary: all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

➾ warnings: SMUT, risky unprotected sex (pls be safe!), one night stand, oral sex (m&f), cum fetish/ cum eating (m), creampies, public bj, impregnation kink, baby making dirty talk, switch jimin. 

➾ a/n: happy monday (at least for me)!!!! the smut is finally here u guys... i feel like im making up for lost time lmaooo ok but real talk there’s a lot more to come in the future. once again, i wanna express my undying love for @jimlingss. without her, half of what's in this fic would not exist c: 

love you guys. have a good week ahead 💓

The notifications are pouring in like crazy. Before this you didn’t even realise you had this many friends, but it seems like now everyone wants a piece of the congratulations-pie, everyone wants to share in on your good news.

Your sister has been calling and texting you non-stop to ask when your next checkup is, and if she can come along to see the ultrasound. Your mother has been leaving long, weepy voicemails begging you to call her back.

It’s all just too much, and its Monday again.

“Your performance has been awfully sub-par lately,” your manager sighs as she flips through your report. “I thought we went over this the last time we met? Where’s the analysis for the datasets I gave you last week?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll work harder,” you mumble under your breath, swallowing back the unfairness that tastes bitter in the back of your throat. Even though you’d spent what was remaining of your weekend churning out all the reports, it’s still not enough. Nothing will ever be enough for your slave driver of a manager.

“See that you do. You may go for now,” she dismisses you, and you leave her office.

You plop down at your desk with a heavy sigh, looking at your emails with no real motivation to do anything. Between the pressure at work and the whole mounting scandal of your supposed pregnancy, you are caught between a rock and a hard place. There’s no real solution to any of this. All you have to blame is yourself.

No, actually, your asshole boss is to blame. She sent you a set of painfully incomplete datasets last week, expecting you to get a full analysis out of them. When you wrote back to her that some data was missing, hence making it difficult for you to analyse, she just ignored your email.

Feeling your anger surge through our entire body, you pick up your mug and shove yourself out of your chair, muttering under your breath.

“What the fuck does she want me to do, magic the data out of thin air? Pull the data out of my ass?” Luckily everyone around you is too absorbed in their work to notice that you’re walking around and talking angrily to yourself.

You wash your cup with more vigour than necessary, scrubbing extra hard as you imagine that the surface of your cup is your boss’s face. You get back to your seat and set your cup down, breathing hard both from the exertion and the annoyance.

“I hit 200 mentions this morning,” Park Jimin remarks casually as he drops his briefcase on his desk and sinks into his chair. “I’ve never had this many notifications before.”

You shoot him an annoyed glare. “Not here!”

Gesturing for him to follow you, you scope out an empty meeting room and close the door.  He comes in and sits on the desk with his arms crossed.

“So what are we going to-“

“Let’s have a baby.”

Park Jimin gapes at you, and if the situation weren’t this dire, you’d laugh about how someone so handsome can get caught off guard too. You run your eyes over his body, from the way his thighs look thicker as he perches on the edge of the desk, his slim biceps that show through his white dress shirt, and his dashing good looks. Why nothave a baby with Park Jimin? At this point, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to you.

“You’re not thinking straight are you?” Jimin cautions with his hands up, as if trying to ward off a raging, charging bull. “What happened? Did your manager give you hell again? You’re always cranky on Mondays.”

“I’m cranky, am I?” Your voice has a slight edge to it. “I’ll tell you why I’m cranky alright. My sister is texting me every two seconds asking if I’ve set up an appointment with the doctor yet. My mother is calling me every four seconds to tell me what she thinks our baby’s name should be-“

“Wait- really? But you haven’t gotten a single call in the whole time that you’ve been here…”

“I’m not getting a moment’s peace,” you whirl around on him with a slightly manic look on your face, and Park Jimin’s eyes widen even more, and he gulps in fear. “Let’s just have this fucking baby already.”

Jimin knows well enough not to engage someone when they’re in full on panic mode, so he lets you take a few deep breaths before speaking. Over the past few months, he’s grown pretty familiar with what your likes and dislikes are, particularly your preference for drowning your sorrows in alcohol. So maybe the next thing that he suggests is not the most rational, but fuck it, at this point, does it even matter anymore?

“You know what? Let’s ditch work early today and go for drinks.” Jimin watches your expression change immediately, and his heart seizes in relief.

But then a frown crosses your face. “Oh but I can’t, I have that fucking dataset to analyse…”

“Fuck it.” You’re shocked when the expletive leaves his lips; the normally reserved Park Jimin who always does all his work and makes sure to cross his ‘t’s and dot his ‘i’s. “It’s Monday. Who wants to work on a Monday?”

*

It feels like the two of you are doing something illegal when you lean to the side and catch Park Jimin’s eye at exactly 5pm on the dot. You already decided that leaving at the same time from your seats would be far too inconspicuous, so the plan is for you to pretend to go to the ladies’ washroom, which is in one direction, and for him to leave for the men’s about 10 minutes later, then meet at the taxi stand and hail a cab to get the hell out of this place.

It’s a whole rendezvous, and since you left earlier, you reach the taxi stand first; panting even though you haven’t done that much physical exercise to justify it at all. The minutes are ticking by; any time now any one of your coworkers could walk by and see you waiting for a taxi and immediately know that you’re leaving work early. But it’s even worse still if they happen to catch you and Park Jimin hopping into a cab together, so you only pray that your brainless coworkers are tied to their desks.

Not a second later, Park Jimin appears, his hair ruffled and his eyes shining behind his glasses with mirth. His lips are quirked into an excited smile as he waves down a cab, opens the door for you and gestures you in. The simple act of his, done without much thought at all, actually makes your heart skip a beat as you get in.

You can’t help but obsessively check over your shoulder to see if any of your co-workers just so happen to be around. It’s only when you clear the near vicinity of your workplace that your shoulders sag with relief, and even more so when the cab screeches to a stop, signalling that you’ve arrived. Jimin pays the driver without a word, refusing to accept your money as you clamber out of the cab after him.

It’s not the typical scene you would have found yourself at in your younger days. This bar is a lot more lowkey, the lighting is dim despite the fact that they haven’t even reached happy hour yet. It’s hard to make out anyone’s face inside, and you nearly lose sight of Jimin were it not for the fact that his hand is tightly grasping yours.

“What would you like to start off?” Jimin asks as you reach the bar. He turns to see you struggling to get on the high chair in your skirt and heels, and he reaches to steady the back of the chair so that it doesn’t tip over.

“Shots.” You declare. “I need to get wasted, and fast.”

Giving you a raised eyebrow, but not protesting in the least, Jimin turns to order and in that moment, gives you a really nice glimpse of his side profile. Somewhere along the taxi ride he had taken off his glasses and pushed his hair back, and unbuttoned his dress shirt a little more. You have to tear your eyes away from him when the bartender presents you with a tray of tequila shots with salt decorating the rim, and some finger food to go along with it.

You grab one and he follows suit.

“What should we toast to?” Park Jimin asks.

“To our baby,” you say with a slight laugh, and though you can feel the slightly weird look that the bartender gives you, you don’t really give a fuck. All that matters is that the only other person in here who knows the truth is Park Jimin, and he gives you a shared smile as you clink glasses.

The alcohol burns as it slides down your throat, and you immediately reach for another to chase it down. The tray clears out pretty quickly as Jimin matches you shot for shot, and every time you put down your glass, reality gets further and further away, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So tell me,” Jimin says as he reaches for the ketchup bottle and uncaps it, pulling the bowl of truffle fries closer to him. “Was this always your dream?”

You stop him as he’s about to pour ketchup all over the top of the fries like a savage instead of doing it the normal way, on the side. “Dude, order your own fries if you’re gonna ruin them like that!”

“What, how is that weird? I’ve always done that!”

“You belong in a mental institution,” you fix him with a glare. “Anyway, was whatalways my dream?”

Jimin just shrugs and gives in as he takes a few fries from the bowl to dip, like a civilized person. “This job.”

“Was working at a desk job for 9 hours straight always my dream? Uh, I think not,” you chew on your fries. “Which child ever had a dream like that? Did youhave a dream like that?”

“Me? I wanted to be a policeman,” Jimin grins as he raises his clenched fists. “You know all that idealistic shit children believe in. Making a difference in the world. Catching all the bad guys. Things like that.”

“So you don’t believe in those things anymore?”

“No, I still believe in them,” he raises another shot to his lips and downs it with a grimace. “I just realised that things aren’t so black and white. There are bad guys everywhere, but sometimes you just can’t catch them. Sometimes they’re the ones in positions of power over you and you gotta live like that.”

You reach for another shot, but the tray is empty. Jimin signals the bartender to bring you a second round of drinks; a gin and tonic for you and a coke with vodka for him. The alcohol has your senses buzzing pleasantly, it feels like there’s a disconnect between your brain and your mouth, but you don’t actively object to it either. It feels nice to be able to tell someone things like this.

“I gave up on having a dream long ago. Not everyone is lucky enough to do what they like in life, and I already accepted that I’m not one of those people. And it’s okay.” You turn in your chair so that you are facing Jimin directly, though you have a bit of trouble because it seems like your body is disconnected from your brain.

Jimin helps you with a hand on your thigh that sends shockwaves through your entire body. His daring touch makes your heart speed up, and when he positions your chair so that his thighs are on the outside of yours, you can barely breathe as you look him in the eye. And then he leans forward, slowly, bit by bit, until you think he’s going to kiss you, but then he only takes a whiff of your alcohol laden breath.

“Come on. I should see you home. We still have work tomorrow.” His words brook no resistance as he helps you off the chair with an arm around your waist, and the alcohol seems to have taken effect on you faster than usual today, because you’re only capable of sinking into him, feeling his firm body against yours.

A cab pulls up to the entrance of the bar, and Jimin shields your head as you get into the car, barely having control over your limbs. You mutter your address to the driver, and over the ride home, the bumps and turns actually help you to sober up a little, but then you begin to notice the little things like how Park Jimin’s thighs are actually pretty thick.

And when he stretches forward to pay the driver again, you notice how nice his biceps are.

When he walks in front of you leading you with one hand, you notice how tight his ass looks in his pants.

As he waits for you to unlock your door, you feel his breath on the nape of your neck, and just the feeling of having his body this close to yours is just-

“So um, goodnight, it was fun, I guess,” Park Jimin is stuttering and stumbling over his words as he scratches the back of his neck. “We should do it again sometime. Ditch work, I mean.”

Oh fuck it all to hell, you think to yourself as you grab Park Jimin by the collar and pull him into you, your lips meeting and immediately, you taste the sweetness of the coke on his tongue. Park Jimin lets out an adorable little grunt of surprise, but his hands still wrap around you anyway, one around your waist and the other inching down towards your hip.

“We- shouldn’t be doing this,” Park Jimin pants in between kisses as you bite his lips roughly, and watching them become swollen with your kisses gives you a strange satisfaction that you’ve never experienced with anyone else.

But his rationality is impeded by the alcohol rushing through his bloodstream, but even more so than that, the feel of your soft body against him. So Park Jimin forgets what he was going to say next as you make him walk backwards in the direction of your bedroom.

“But we’re doing it anyway,” you tell him with flushed cheeks, and his hands agree with you as they climb up your body, reaching for the zipper on the side of your skirt.

He pulls your skirt off impatiently, but you won’t let him get away with it so easily as you fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt, finally prising them apart to get a good look at his sleek chest muscles and his toned abdomen.

“Shit,” you swear under your breath. “When the fuck did you get those?”

Park Jimin looks smug as he pushes his shirt off his body, feeling his abs tense as you straddle his lap. “What do you mean? I’ve always had these.”

“I thought you were just some skimpy little nerd,” you huff at him in slight annoyance. It’s almost a little rude of him to spring it on you like this, suddenly turning from the computer geek nerd into a hot walking sex god.

“A nerd hot enough for you to have a one-night stand with,” Jimin throws back at you with a proud smirk, and irritated with his sudden overconfidence, you shut him up by grinding against the bulge in the front of his now too tight dress pants.

“That doesn’t count, I was panicking,” you try to defend yourself weakly, but Jimin ignores you in favour of mouthing against your neck, kissing his way down to your bra cups, which he pulls down with his teeth. As if to prove his point that you are having a one-night stand with him right now.

Jimin is fumbling with your bra at the same time you are trying to undo the button of his pants, and the whole affair is desperate; the two of you are half-sober and everything is a blur. All you know is, the next thing his pants are off, his cock is leaking on his stomach, and the desire to take him in your mouth is undeniable.

Your hand grasps him at his base, and he bucks his hips into you immediately, curses falling from his swollen lips. A few good strokes, and then you can’t wait anymore, your lips close around his head and the saltiness of him spreads across your tongue.

“Ahhh, fuck,” Jimin’s hands tangle themselves in your hair. “I- gu-ess we’re not co-workers anymore?”

Your mouth is too full of cock to respond as you sink down on him deeper, loosening your throat as your tongue teases the underside of him. Saliva is already dripping from the corners of your mouth to run down your chin, and you belatedly realise that your bra is still on; Jimin hadn’t managed to get it off. With one hand you reach behind you and undo the clasp, shrugging the bra off in a single movement as Jimin swears as if he just witnessed a miracle (he’s never actually seen any of the girls he’s been with do this.)

You pull yourself off his cock for a moment to give yourself a breather, resting the head of him against your chin as you look up at him. “Just ask yourself, Park. Would a co-worker be sucking your dick like this?”

And then your mouth is back on him; you feel his hands in your hair and his thighs trembling beneath you. His cock is leaking in your mouth, it is thick in your throat as you bob up and down, the sounds of you choking around his cock are filthy and wet.

“Stop!” Jimin sounds out with a gasp, his abs trembling from the amount of effort it takes him not to blow his load. “It- it’s been a while. I don’t wanna cum yet, please.”

His pleading, whiny voice that’s filled with desperation makes you reconsider. Maybe he isn’t a sex god after all; he just happens to have a good body. You pull away from his cock and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and Jimin pulls you forward to sit on his lap. His cock brushes against your stomach, and he can’t seem to keep his eyes off your breasts.

“Have you even done this before?” You mean it as a joke, but Park Jimin’s eyes widen in panic.

“What?! Of course I have!” He says defensively. “Let me eat you out and I’ll show you.”

He reaches for the waistband of your underwear, but you swat him away impatiently. “That’ll take too long. Just let me ride you and we can both cum.”

You push down your underwear in a single movement, not missing the way his eyes are drawn to how your arousal clings to the material. He helps you situate yourself on him with his hands around your waist, and you grab the base of his cock to start to guide him into you. But then, Park Jimin stops you.

“Make sure you’re wet enough?” He asks as he runs his fingers against your slit, though he pretty much already knows the answer just from seeing how soaked your panties were. He just wants to feel the evidence of your arousal for himself. His fingers come away sticky and soaked.

While Park Jimin is busy marvelling at how wet you are just from sucking his cock, you position the head of his cock at your entrance, and then you sink down slowly onto him. The stretch of him against your walls makes you dig your fingers into his shoulders, and likewise, Park Jimin’s fingers dig themselves into your waist as he moans out your name.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Jimin barely manages to get out as you stop with a few more inches to go. “You didn’t answer my question earlier on.”

“What is it?” You grit your teeth as you position yourself on your knees, trying to work yourself into taking his entire cock. It had been a while since you last had dick, let alone one as thick as Park Jimin’s, but you aren’t a quitter by any means.

“We- we aren’t co-workers anymore, huh?” Jimin groans again as you squeeze his cock with your walls.

“For fuck’s sake, Park,” you growl at him as you start bouncing on his cock, each slap satisfying as he bottoms out inside you. “We stopped being co-workers the minute I publicised our one-night stand.”

Your hands are on his chest for better leverage as your hips grind on his cock to get him as deep as possible, alternating between up and down movements and side to side movements. Park Jimin has his hands on your hips to help guide you, but he realises you don’t need guidance, so he just sits back to let himself enjoy the visual spectacle that’s unfolding in front of him. You, with your cheeks flushed and breasts loose and bouncing because of his cock, riding him as if your life depends on it. Jimin looks down to where his cock disappears inside you, where your sweet thighs are flexing and working to get the both of you off. But it’s not quite enough.

“Turn around,” he begs. “Wanna see your ass too.”

“God, you’re so fucking weird, Park,” but you do it anyway, letting his cock slide out of you as you turn around and fold your knees under you so that your back faces him.

Jimin spreads his thighs just enough so that they frame your ass perfectly, his hand pressing against your lower back so that you arch and press your ass against him even more. Then he spreads your cheeks with one hand and guides his cock back into your warm depths with the other, groaning when you push back onto him and sit on his cock fully. Now every time you bounce on his cock, your ass jiggles deliciously, and as an ass man, Jimin appreciates this view so much that he tries his best to take a mental picture of this whole view with his mind.

His cock sliding into your pussy so easily since you’re so wet, the fleshy globes of your ass against his thighs as you fuck yourself back onto his cock.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he warns you with his cheeks hot and abs tensing.

“Just cum already,” you huff in impatience as you turn your head to catch a glimpse of his already fucked out look, lips swollen and his hands on your ass as his cock twitches inside you.

With your permission, Jimin lets himself go as he feels his balls tense, cock releasing inside your sweet, warm pussy and filling you up all the way with his cum. He continues to watch your ass bounce on his cock to milk him dry of every drop, his hips thrusting upwards in an effort to prolong his pleasure. Once he can feel that he’s given you every drop of cum in his body, he places his hands on your ass and pushes you forward with cheeks spread so he can see how well he filled your pussy.

His softening cock starts to slide out from you, and Jimin can see his cum start to leak from your pussy almost immediately. To your benefit, you are giving him the fucking show of his life as you arch your back and lean forward, guided by his hands as you lower your upper body to the bed.

“Shit, oh fuck it,” Jimin mutters to himself as he pushes himself into a sitting position, then with both hands grasping the back of your thighs, he flips you over till you are on your ass, then pulls you with legs spread closer to him. The sight of your cream filled pussy is just too tempting to resist, and Jimin licks through your soaked folds as he savours your taste mixed with his.

He barely hears you squeak out his name in surprise as he continues to devour your creamed pussy, tongue around your clit in circles and fingers dipping into your cunt to tease out more of his cum from your depths. To his pleasure, his cum leaks from you in an ever steady stream as he eats you out; your thighs are shaking around his head as you cry out your pleasure till you lose track.

When you beg him to stop, thighs quivering from overstimulation and clit raw and abused, he raises his head and gives you a quick kiss to your inner thigh, collapsing onto the bed in pure exhaustion. Post high, you are both wiped out, and that’s how the two of you, who are most certainly notco-workers anymore, fall asleep.

*

Everything is too bright. And everything hurts, your throat is dry and again, everything hurts. You forget that you aren’t in your prime time anymore; that drinking is a night of fun followed by a morning of regret.

Though this morning, you have a lot more to regret than just alcohol.

You wake up with an alien arm around your waist, and frustrated by the unwanted physical contact, you toss it away with an annoyed grunt. Your elbow strikes out in the same direction, only to hit a solid, warm body beside you, and then your eyes shoot open as you sit straight up in bed.

Only to find a very naked, very passed out Park Jimin sleeping beside you.

“Holy fucking shit,” the realisation of exactly what happened last night hits you, and dread punches you in the stomach.

“Is it morning already?” Park Jimin buries his face into your sheets, his blonde hair sticks out in every direction. “Five more minutes, mom.”

Irritated that he’s yet to come to his senses, you kick his stupid, bubble butt, and he jerks awake, opening his eyes blearily. Once he takes in your expression, he closes them immediately.

“Can’t say that’s the best thing to wake up to in the morning,” Jimin says with his face buried in the sheets again, his voice muffled. “Nothing kills my morning wood faster than-“

“Get the fuck up, Park,” you hiss at him, clutching the sheets to your chest. “Come to your fucking senses!”

At the tone of urgency in your voice, Park Jimin finally shakes himself awake; he blinks slowly until he takes in the whole situation: you and him, supposedly co-workers, waking up together in the same bed, naked.

“Holy fuck, did we just…” Park Jimin glances down at his cock that lies limp against the side of his thigh, and the sticky, dried essence left behind. “Oh my god. We fucked.”

“We arefucked,” you correct him.

*

It seems as if whoever is running things up in the divine realm really has it out for you. Nursing a hangover as you walk into work, you try your best not to make eye contact with Park Jimin, which is easier said than done considering that he sits right opposite you.

So this is how it feels when two colleagues actuallyhave a one-night stand.

You run a hand through your hair in frustration, unable to focus on any of your tasks this morning.

“Hey, _____- whoa, are you feeling okay?” Kim Taehyung does a double take as he passes by your desk. “You look a little, um… under the weather. You feeling alright? Is it… how’s the baby? How many months are you again?”

Your face only pales even further as he brings up the non-existent baby, and with that, a realisation that the both of you didn’t use protection last night. Park Jimin seems to have arrived at the same realisation, because he makes eye contact with you for the first time that morning as he peeks out the side of his computer.

“I’m- I’m alright,” you manage a forced smile, wanting nothing more than for him to just fuck off already so that you can begin to process all this in peace and figure out exactly how screwed over you are.

“Well, if you say so,” Kim Taehyung says with a doubtful frown. “You know, _____, we actually have really great benefits for mothers. Even unwed mothers. I’d love to sit down and go through them with you one day if you could spare me the time. Wait actually, can I see your baby bump? I always thought they were the cutest-“

“I have to throw up,” you say without hesitation, and you stand up and push past him on your way to the restroom.

It’s not entirely a lie, since you do spend a good ten minutes praying at the porcelain altar, but no one has to know it was because of alcohol intoxication. When you finally flush and then rinse out your mouth at the sink, you open the door of the restroom to find Park Jimin waiting with a worried look on his face.

“Are you okay?” He starts, but then Jeongguk walks by you and shoots you both an admiring look.

“Lovebirds alert!” He sings out in that highly irritating voice of his as he dances down the aisle.

“No, I want to fucking die,” you mutter under your breath as you stare daggers into Jeongguk’s back.

“I need to ask you something,” Park Jimin says urgently as he glances around for any eavesdropping ears. He grasps your hand and tugs you into the nearest meeting room, and once he makes sure that the doors are locked securely, he turns to you again. “We used a condom last night right? We are responsible, working adults. We wouldn’t forget something as basic as that.”

You sink down onto a chair with a glum look on your face. “Impossible. We couldn’t have used a condom. I don’t have any condoms in my house.”

Park Jimin makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. “Well… then, you’re on birth control right?”

“It makes me gain weight like crazy. The only reason why I’m not a balloon right now is because I went off the pill years ago.”

There is a beat of silence as Park Jimin stares at you as if you’re pulling his leg. Then a random thought occurs to you that you could very well still end up being a balloon precisely becauseyou’re not on birth control right now.

“What about Plan B?” Jimin lights up, literally jumping out of his chair as he suggests it. “You could get it right now. I’ll drive you. We can say we’re going to the doctor’s for an appointment or something.”

The sobering reality sets in as you sit there in silence, and Park Jimin is still looking at you, waiting for your response. Only, you don’t quite know how to respond. The rational part of you should be jumping to your feet now and making him rush you to the nearest pharmacy, but then there’s a tiny voice in the back of your head that you can’t ignore.

This would solve all your problems.

Park Jimin is still waiting for your response, growing more and more antsy as the minutes tick by.

“Do you know how many people know about this baby?” You finally say.

Those were not the words Park Jimin was expecting to hear, and he does a double take. “Wh- what? What are you talking about?”

“Approximately 265 people,” you continue on, ignoring his cautious look. “Your family, my family, the whole company, my friends, my ex-boyfriend and his new wife-“

“You counted? Why would you do that?” Jimin groans as he runs his hands through his hair. “You didn’t have to remind me of how fucked we are and how many people we have to answer to. My Granny dug out my baby clothes from some godforsaken corner in the house and gave them to me last night.”

The mention of Jimin’s Granny fills you with guilt once more, and it makes the tiny voice grow a little louder, and you try to swallow back the awful feeling.

“Exactly. So why don’t we just… leave this up to chance. Just this once.” You keep glancing at Jimin to gauge his reaction, but the blonde haired man only stares back at you with the same serious expression on his face. “Plan B wouldn’t have worked anyway. I already ovulated this month.”

“Shit,” Jimin sighs as he collapses down into a chair. “So there’s an actual chance? That you could be pregnant right now? But I… I ate you out. Maybe I got most of it out from you.”

The both of you know that Jimin is simply grasping at straws now.

You just shrug silently as Jimin takes some time to let the reality of the situation sink in. Just then, your phone buzzes and you open the text from your sister who’s asking if she can accompany you to your ultrasounds. You groan audibly, and Jimin takes a peek over at your phone screen.

“Just this once,” he says, as if he’s really considering it as he watches the messages from your sister flood your screen. “But… will you be okay? If it really does happen, I mean. Are you okay with that?”

“I mean, I hate kids and all, if that’s what you’re asking.” You lock your phone and put it face down on the desk just so you don’t have to deal with that for a hot second. “But that aside, if it’s a cute kid, I guess I don’t mind. I mean… if the kid looked like you. I guess I don’t mind.”

You don’t know why it’s taking you so long to say what you really mean. It’s not like you to beat around the bushes like this, nor is it like you to be tripping over your own words like an idiot. But the gist of it still gets through anyway, by the look on Park Jimin’s face.

“I… I guess I wouldn’t mind either. Kids are cute.” Jimin says hesitantly, eyes constantly darting away from yours. “I mean, I’mcute. Obviously my kids would be cute.”

“Um. Okay then,” you say awkwardly, getting up and skirting around him to get to the door. “I guess… um… so… I’ll let you know. If anything happens.”

Jimin gets up with a resolute look on his face as he follows you to the door. “Yeah. Sure.”

*

The next Monday, everyone is off work for the afternoon because it’s the quarterly Healthy Lifestyle Day, where a poll is sent out to everyone to vote for the healthy bonding activity that their team should engage in. In actual fact, the poll is a scam since bowling wins every time, all because it’s well known that Bae Joohyun’s favourite pastime is bowling.

You endure the awful scents of sweat as you squeeze into your awful rented bowling shoes, grimace as you cram your fingers into the holes on the bowling ball, try not too hard to embarrass yourself as you bowl gutter after gutter. Your back is aching, face is sweaty and you are straight up not having a good time.

Bae Joohyun, on the other hand, is nailing strike after strike in her own lane, with her team of personal cheerleaders making a huge fuss every time she finishes her round. Those are the very group of people who are aiming for a promotion that year; the rest of you are just kind of milling about the other lanes and pretending to enjoy yourself.

You finish your round and plop down on the seat with a sigh, watching as Jeon Jeongguk takes his turn after you with a flourish as he launches his ball down the alley. It’s no secret that he too loves bowling, and he’s pretty good at it too, until Seokjin, one of those vying for a promotion, had to come over and tell him to tone down lest he beat Bae Joohyun’s score.

God forbid if that should happen.

Jeon Jeongguk is trying very hard to do his worst, and it’s actually kind of hilarious because you can literally see the veins in his neck as he strains, his body tensing as he shifts his posture so that his ball rolls into the gutter. The utter disappointment on his face as he strolls back, looking as if he’s about to cry.

“Better luck next time, Jeon,” you call out, feeling a little sorry for the boy with the bunny smile since it seems as if he really does enjoy bowling.

“Yeah, better luck next time!” Kim Taehyung yells out as he takes his time choosing his ball. He holds it in front of him and glances at you with a strange look on his face that immediately warns you to be on guard. “Hey, _____...”

“Yes?” Your voice is raised in suspicion, already not loving where this is going.

“I wanted to ask you this last week, but where is your bump?” Taehyung strokes the bowling ball with a reverence that makes you want to roll your eyes. Why the fuck do you work with weirdos? Taehyung eyes the bowling ball he’s carrying before he looks at you again. “Shouldn’t you be around this far along by now?”

You glance nervously at Jimin, who is in the other lane paired up with the Parenting team, laughing and smiling with this other girl who has long wavy hair that comes down to the middle of her back. But he’s currently too occupied with making her laugh, even helping her out with her bowling posture, to help you out of this hole, so you have to deal with this one yourself.

“The doctor said it’s a small baby,” you shrug as nonchalantly as you can, secretly marvelling at your own genius. “Some people don’t show until the 8thor 9thmonth, you know. It’s perfectly normal. Every pregnancy is different.”

You even sound knowledgeable to your own ears. Taehyung looks convinced by your story, but then he decides to put the bowling ball under his shirt for some inane reason, drawing more attention to himself as your coworkers start to notice.

“Hey Park! Look, I’m your girlfriend!” Taehyung yells and you stand up in horror.

“What the fuck, are you fucking high?” You hiss at him, trying to get him to take the ball out without dropping it on his own foot. “Stop fucking around! Bae Joohyun is here!”

Her name gets him to sober up a little, though it’s already too late because Namjoon from HR is strolling over with an amused look on his face, having sat out the bowling because of his injured finger (he’s always injuring some part of his body because of his clumsiness).

“Hey _____, how’s the baby? Don’t mind if I feel the bump? Is the baby kicking yet?” He says with an excited look on his face. “My sister felt her kicks early. It was the most magical thing.”

“Uh… no, not yet,” you laugh weakly and wave his hand away. “It’s a very small baby for now, so…”

“Oh come on, I’m sure there’s been a flutter or two here and there!” Namjoon insists with his eyes bright, and Taehyung nods vigorously.

“C’mon, just let us feel the bump?” Taehyung begs with his hands clasped together, and you glance around furtively. The two of them won’t seem to stop going on and on about this baby, but if you just let them touch your stomach maybe they’ll be satisfied. It can’t hurt, it’s not like they have ultrasounds for hands.

“Fine,” you sigh as you tense your stomach a little. You don’t have the flattest stomach, but it’s certainly not as pronounced as it should be this far into pregnancy. But it’s harmless, they won’t be able to feel anything, and-

“Oh my god, I think the baby just kicked!” Namjoon exclaims with his hand on your lower abdomen, and you frown in distress. “There! Right there! I felt it! Taehyung, did you feel it too?”

Namjoon removes his hand and urges Taehyung to take his place, which the latter does without hesitation. You’re just about to protest that this touchy feely session has gone on for a tad too long, but then Taehyung’s face lights up.

“You’re right! I felt it too! Oh my god ______, your baby kicked!”

He says this last sentence with a booming voice that echoes throughout the bowling alley, and you wish the ground would just open up and swallow you whole. More and more people are turning to look at you now, including total strangers not from your company, and even Jimin and the pretty girl he’s with are turning to you.

Namjoon and Taehyung are absolutely wrecking you today. Luckily Jeon Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be in the mood to join in, seeing as he’s seated on the far end of the sofa soaking up his own misery.

Your cheeks are burning as you feel the burrito from lunch announcing its presence, but you paste on a shaky smile and add on to your credibility with a nervous laugh. “Oh wow… um, that’s the baby, y-yeah it is! The kicks have been so tiny I barely noticed!”

Namjoon is literally clapping his hands with glee. “Where’s Park? He needs to witness this moment! He’s your baby daddy!”

Taehyung glances around till he catches a glimpse of Jimin and the pretty girl with the wavy hair, and then he grimaces. “Woah, looks like you got some competition huh? Better up your game, if you know what I mean. I saw them getting pretty up close and personal just now. Park was teaching her how to hold a bowling ball. I mean, who the fuck needs to learn that?”

“She can hold my balls if she wants,” Namjoon snickers, but then his face straightens when you glare at him. “It was a joke. Sorry. Please don’t report me to HR for sexual harassment.”

Sometimes you just want to quit your job. Not because of Bae Joohyun, but because of your fucking idiotic coworkers.

“Namjoon, you areHR,” you hiss at him with barely concealed patience.

Taehyung continues as if you’d asked for advice on your sex life with your non-existent baby daddy. “A little pregnancy sex never hurt anyone.”

You can’t quite concentrate on what he’s saying as you glance over at Jimin and his new girl turning their attention back to bowling, him picking out a ball and handing it to her, their hands brushing and the girl giggling. Your attention is focused on them, how Jimin stands behind her as she gets ready to bowl, the way she bends over and practically flashes the whole alley in her short skirt.

Meanwhile, Taehyung is still going on as if you’d asked about his sexual preferences. “Some men find it hot. I, in fact, would love to knock a chick up and then keep fucking her after. Something about that primal instinct, you know?”

When the girl hits five pins, she turns to Jimin with a squeal and raises her hands for a high five. Jimin returns it with a happy grin, but then somehow the whole affair escalates into a hug, and you frown.

“Shut up, Taehyung,” you are taking out your anger on him, but this stupid punk sure as hell deserves it anyway.

Taehyung holds up two hands at your sudden burst of anger. “Woah, I was only giving suggestions. Trying to help here.”

You leave him, still fuming and wanting nothing more than to get out of these fucking uncomfortable shoes. In actual fact, you have no idea why you’re this worked up. It’s not like you and Park Jimin have this exclusive agreement together. He’s free to flirt with anyone he likes.

But really, her? With the flippy hair and obnoxious voice? And while you’re supposed to be pregnant with his baby too? He’s practically cheating on you openly!! Never mind that you aren’t actually knocked up with his kid. It’s the principle of it all.

By the time you reach the counter to exchange your token for your locker key, your expression must have evolved into something truly frightening, because the poor girl manning the counter squeaks at you in fear when you bark out your locker number at her.

When you’re done changing your shoes, you head into the washroom for a bit to splash some water on your face so that you can cool down, and also to check if your period is here, but it’s not. A few minutes later when you leave, you find Park Jimin waiting outside, still in his bowling shoes, his cheeks flushed with exertion and his hair ruffled out of place.

“Are you okay?” He asks, then clears his throat. “I mean; did anything happen? While you were in there? Did your period come?”

You feel the urge to brush past him in annoyance. The whole of last week, the two of you had avoided each other; on one hand you were completely swamped with work, but on the other hand, there is also this awkwardness in between you that hadn’t existed before that fateful night. You still hadn’t directly addressed it yet, only skirted around the topic in hems and haws.

“No it didn’t,” you say, your voice small all of a sudden. “Who’s that girl in your lane?”

“Oh, Seulgi from Divorce Support,” Jimin says. “I was just teaching her how to bowl.”

There’s another awkward silence as the two of you avoid eye contact, and then you hear Seulgi’s high pitched voice calling Jimin’s name, asking him to come back and help her score another strike. Jimin is just about to respond back to her, but then you grab his collar and pull him into the secluded space just behind the female toilets, shutting him up with your lips on his.

His protests soon turn to muffled moans against you, and his hands come to circle your waist somewhat hesitantly, but the intention alone is enough for you. Breaking apart for air, you finally get a glimpse of how sinful Park Jimin looks, and flashbacks from that night revisit you once more. Plush, swollen lips parted mid gasp, cheeks red and flushed and his eyes that can’t stop devouring you whole.

“You should be teaching mehow to bowl,” you push him up against the wall for added emphasis. “I’m the one you knocked up, not her.”

Jimin gulps nervously as he feels your body press against him, and all the blood rushing down south that will soon make itself known against your lower belly. He tries to put a little bit of space in between your bodies so that he won’t embarrass himself, but you are relentless, pressing your breasts into his chest as your hand makes its way to the front of his pants.

“Yo-you aren’t really knocked up,” Jimin tries to protest weakly as you grab a handful of him, and he hardens immediately.

“I could be,” you shoot back. Aware that you don’t have much time, you pull down the zipper on his dress pants and reach inside to grope him lewdly over his underwear. “You knocked me up with your cock right here. Came inside me and filled me up so good.”

“Shit,” Jimin is panting harshly against your neck now, his hips twitching involuntarily as he feels himself soak the front of his underwear. “Wh-what’s got into you?”

“Your cum,” you say simply, watching his eyes widen again as you sink down to your knees, pulling his underwear the rest of the way down to expose the leaking head of his cock. In your previous one-night stand (the actual one), you regrettably didn’t have a chance to admire him properly, but now you’re going to make up for it.

His cock is thick from base to tip, the head of it already red and angry. You can feel your jaw ache just with the thought of deepthroating him all the way, yet you don’t even care if it’d make Park Jimin feel good.

Pushing his cock to lie flat on his belly, you give the underside a long, salacious lick that has Jimin gasping and sobbing already. You start from the bottom again and maintain eye contact as you kitten lick your way to his head again, and then you take him whole into your warm mouth, suckling him as his hands find their way into your hair.

“We- we can’t do this, we’re at work,” Jimin pants, his actions contradictory as his hip surge forward to chase the warmth of your mouth. All it does is showcase his less than ideal willpower when it comes to you.

“What would your Granny say? If she saw you flirting with another girl while the one you knocked up watches?” You squeeze his cock hard, causing Jimin to buck his hips with a groan.

“Pl-please don’t talk about my Granny when you’re sucking my cock,” Jimin protests as he pushes your head further down on his cock.

You let him push his cock down your throat, relaxing and breathing through your nose as you take him for a few seconds. Then you pull back with a wet, sloppy sound, his cock covered in your saliva and precum that drips onto your blouse as you swallow and breathe. “We aren’t at work right now. We’re at a bowling alley.”

And then your mouth is back on his cock, bobbing up and down as you give him the suck of his life, his taste salty on your tongue. One hand wraps around his girthy base as you suck the rest of him, and the other hand comes up to play with his balls. Jimin is all curses and breathy pants above you, his thick thighs trembling with pleasure as he struggles not to lose his balance, nor his load.

“Like it when I play with your balls like this, hmmm?” You pull yourself off his cock to watch the effect your words have on him, tugging on his balls that feel tight and heavy as you jerk him off with the other hand. “When was the last time you came, Minnie?”

The pretty column of his neck is drenched with sweat as he throws his head back against the wall, cock twitching in your grasp as Jimin struggles not to cum. The nickname makes his knees go weak and his voice is lost somewhere in his chest.

When he still doesn’t answer you, you turn and sink your teeth into his fleshy inner thigh, causing him to whine sharply.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Minnie.”

“L-last week,” he gasps out. “Wi-with you.”

“Someone’s been a good boy,” you resume your strokes of his cock as you lick his balls, causing his thighs to clench in response. “Are you sure you haven’t cum since? Didn’t stroke your cock like a dirty pervert and make a mess of yourself with your cum?”

“I-I promise, I didn’t!” Jimin peers down at you in the haze of his desperation and lust, only to see his precum coating your chin, red lipstick smeared all over, but yet you’ve never looked prettier.

Satisfied with his answer, and also how fucked out he looks within such a short span of you getting your mouth on his cock, you wrap your lips around his head again as you jerk the rest of him off, still cradling his balls with your other hand.

“I’m gonna cum,” comes Jimin’s half plea, half warning.

You double your efforts at jerking him off, opening your mouth to show him the head of his cock as it rests heavy on your tongue. That’s all it takes for Jimin to lose his load, his balls pulsing under your grasp as pretty white ropes of cum shoot decorate your tongue. Jimin can’t quite keep his eyes off the way your mouth fills with his seed, and the way you swallow down every drop of him, licking and cleaning his cock as if to make sure you get all of his cum.

When you make sure he’s clean, you press a light kiss to his oversensitive head. “Just remember. I was the one who sucked your cock and swallowed your cum today. Not Seulgi.”

Jimin reaches to tuck himself back into his pants, hands shaky and thighs still trembling. When you stand up and start to walk off without another word, he reaches for your waist to pull you back into him, wanting a taste of your lips after you swallowed his cum.

It’s bitter and sweet at the same time, and Jimin’s sinful moans only make your thighs clench together harder. When you pull apart, Jimin doesn’t let go of his arms around your waist.

“You have a thing for cum?” You raise an eyebrow at him, remembering him eating you out after he came inside you the last time as well. Most guys you’d been with in the past had no problem kissing you after eating you out, but turn it the other way around and they’d be utterly disgusted.

“It’s hot,” Jimin mutters as his eyes slide away from yours.

Recognizing the telltale signs of his embarrassment, you place your thumb on his chin to stop him from looking away. “It’s hot when you do it.”

Hearing you validate him makes him visibly relax in your arms. “What are we? I don’t think we’re coworkers anymore.”

There’s a brief pause as you are aware of how intimate this is, feeling the arousal still pooling in your underwear and feeling Park Jimin’s body warm against yours. There’s something about being in his arms like this that makes the rest of the world disappear.

“No, we aren’t,” you admit. “We… we could be something more. If you want.”

It’s your turn to be nervous now and you can feel your heart racing in your chest, already anticipating for the handsome golden boy to turn you down. Why would he want to be something more with you after all, when there are so many other pretty girls in the office for him to fuck around with?

“I want to. Be something more, that is.” Jimin smiles back, a cute little shy smile that makes your heart skip a million beats.

*

“_____! It’s been so long since I last saw you!” Granny welcomes you with a wide grin and comforting arms as she bundles you into her embrace. “You look so pretty! Glowing, as usual. Has our Jiminnie been treating you right? Hmmmm?”

Her tone rises into a slight warning as she glares over at her grandson, who is currently struggling with both your luggage a few feet behind.

“He’s been good, Granny,” you reassure her with a relaxed smile.

Granny invited the both of you to spend the long weekend at Jimin’s childhood home in the countryside which also now serves as a sort of vacation home for the Parks. You can’t even remember the last time you had a vacation, had the chance to pull out your flowy summer dresses and really let your hair down. Though this time, there’s another reason altogether for you to wear loose and flowy clothing.

You are ushered into the house to meet the rest of Jimin’s family; his parents and his brother welcome you as if you are already part of the family. They invite you to spectate a game of Wii Tennis, and it’s then that you realise that Jimin’s family are a bunch of heathens because they don’t wear the Wii remote strap while playing.

Jimin is paired up with his father, against his mother and brother. You are more than content to watch from the sides, nestled in beside Granny who feels as soft and comforting as your own mother. Her words, not so much, as she urges the Jimin and his brother to do better, why, if she joined the game she’d beat all their asses!!!

When Jimin’s side wins, the whole family claps and cheers as his mother stands up to give his father a kiss, and when they’re done, the whole family turns expectantly to you and Jimin.

“A kiss for the winner, that’s the prize!” Jimin’s mother says with a mischievous grin on her face.

Jimin fidgets on the spot, tips of his ears growing red as he protests. “Ma…”

“Oh come on, don’t be such prudes!” Granny chides the both of you. “You already did the nasty with each other. How else did my grandchild come into this world?”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Jimin’s brother begins to chant with a shit eating grin on his face that reminds you of a certain co-worker.

Jimin is getting more and more embarrassed trying to fend his family off, but for you, it’s no big deal. It’s not like you and Jimin haven’t said or done more lewd things to each other. In a sense, Jimin’s Granny is right. The both of you already fucked. What is one tiny little kiss?

So with that, you pull a protesting, flustered Jimin closer to you and tiptoe to reach his lips, arms around him as you kiss him deeply, putting on a show for his family. Whoops and cheers celebrate the two of you, and though Jimin is stunned for a moment, he kisses you back just as passionately, letting his tongue meet your own as he tastes you.

When the two of you part for air, Jimin’s brother lets out a loud whoop, and Granny is still clapping. But poor little Jimin is as red as a tomato, and he tugs on your hand, mumbling something about showing you his room and retiring for the night.

You are still laughing and giggling over how embarrassed he is when Jimin closes his door behind the both of you, giving you a cute pout as he crosses his arms in indignance. But he’s too cute too pass up on, and you pinch his cheeks, squishing his face.

“Was my baby Jimin embarrassed?” You coo at him in a baby voice, grin lighting up your face as it gets him even more annoyed at you. Unfortunately for Jimin, (but luckily for you) he’s just that kind of person who gets even cuter when they are angry or upset.

“I’ve never kissed a girl in front of my Granny you know,” he turns his cheek at you as he goes to sit on his bed to continue sulking. “She’s seen me in my underpants when I was a kid!”

“So? I saw you in your underpants too,” you grin lewdly at him, laughing when he throws an arm over his face and groans in embarrassment.

When he hears your laughter, Jimin peeks out from behind his arm to see your face glowing and radiant, hair loose in waves around your face and looking… happy for the first time. Not stressed or worried about work, or in tears because Bae Joohyun humiliated you.

Just happy.

“You look really pretty like this,” Jimin admits in a small, shy voice.

You stop mid laugh to look at him properly. “Like what?”

“When you’re happy,” he clarifies. “When you laugh like that.”

“It’s when you make me laugh like this,” you look down at the pattern on his bedspread, tracing along it with your fingers. “I haven’t laughed like this in a long while. But ever since you came in, I… I don’t know. Mondays haven’t been so bad for me lately.”

The two of you are shy suddenly, and Jimin feels like he’s a teenager again, confessing to his crush in his childhood bedroom. Back then he always dreamed of bringing a girl back to his house and confessing to her, maybe even making out with her behind his parents’ back, but of course back then he wasn’t nearly cool enough to do any of that.

But seeing you look so soft and pretty in your dress that dips down at your neckline, giving him a good view of your cleavage, seeing you beside him on his bed, your attention focused on him solely makes him glad that all his childhood fantasies never happened, because he feels like they’re going to be fulfilled right now.

“Can I kiss you?” Jimin asks.

“Not shy anymore?” You tease him one last time before you lean in and capture your lips with his, and then Jimin is switching positions with you so that your hair fans out over his pillow, he is on top of you in between your legs.

“I want to do it properly,” Jimin scatters kisses down your neck and chest, one hand pinching your nipple through your thin dress. “The last time was rushed. And we were drunk. And we were still co-workers back then.”

Your strap slides off your shoulder sinfully as Jimin pleases himself by worshipping your breasts, kneading them and sucking your nipple through the material.

“I- I told you… we were never co-workers. From day one,” you retaliate against his teasing by pinching his nipple through his shirt with a devious smirk on your face.

“You mean we were fucked from day one?” Jimin grins back as he takes off his shirt in one smooth motion, baring his toned chest and slim abs for your viewing pleasure. Your hands are on him immediately, stroking his firm muscles and running your fingers over every inch of his beautiful skin.

Jimin hikes up your skirt, kissing his way up your thighs till he reaches your underwear. The scent of you is driving him insane, he can already see a wet spot on your panties even though he’s barely touched you. The thought of you getting so wet for him makes him even more eager to pleasure you, so he hooks his fingers into the side of your underwear, pulling it down to expose you to his gaze.

“I still owe you from the bowling alley,” he says when you tug at his hair impatiently, wanting to see his face, kiss his lips. With that as explanation, Jimin gives your core a sloppy lick before he seals his lips to you, French kissing your pussy and making sure he gets your clit with every stroke of tongue.

Your cries and moans are music to his ears; at this point he doesn’t even care if his family hears you anymore. Pulling your dress up to your waist so that you can see in between your thighs, the sight nearly sends you over the edge as you witness Park Jimin eating your pussy like a man starved, his chin glazed with your arousal as he laps everything up. His hands are on your inner thighs, opening you up for him even though your muscles spasm from the pleasure.

“Jimin- fuck! Please,” you are already begging as he assaults your clit with his tongue, circling it relentlessly. “Want your fingers. Please.”

“Want to feel me stretch you for my cock?” Jimin gives in with one finger first, slowly inserting it into you with care until you whine and thrash under his grasp in protest. “My baby wants more? What a greedy pussy you have.”

He embellishes this with a sharp spank on your clit, and your thighs twitch again as you cry out. Jimin gives you two fingers now, and the burn feels so good as he pumps in and out, his tongue occasionally flicking at your clit. Your arousal coats his fingers and his palm messily, starting to drip down onto his sheets, but Jimin figures that the both of you are going to get a lot messier before the night ends.

As you watch Jimin pleasure you with his fingers and tongue, all traces of the shy boy who was embarrassed to kiss you in front of his family are gone. The submissive side of him that gave in to your demands so easily at the bowling alley is also gone, in its place is a gentle but firm dominant who takes charge of your pleasure, and you love that he can switch between the two.

“Cum for me, let me see my baby cum on my fingers,” Jimin coaxes you as he speeds up his fingers, curling them to try and find that one rough spot inside you. “You made such a mess already.”

You can feel the edge right there, the knot so tight in your lower belly and just ready to burst. But words escape you, and all you can do is whine Jimin’s name. In response he wraps his thick plush lips around your clit, maintaining eye contact with you as he sucks,and then you come undone, legs going boneless as your back arches, clenching hard around his fingers as you ride out your orgasm.

Jimin helps you to calm down as he withdraws from your pussy, stroking your legs gently as he admires the glow on your face, your fucked out expression as you breathe deeply. His own cock is straining against his jeans, and he is dying to feel your pussy wrapped around him.

When you finally regain your senses and open your eyes, you see the uncomfortable looking tent in Jimin’s jeans, reaching for it immediately to give him his own release. Jimin shifts his body so that his thighs can fall open, and you pull his jeans off, revealing his thick thigh muscles that you straddle as you get his cock out of his soaked boxers.

“Wait,” Jimin stops you with a hand on your waist. “We need a condom. We still don’t know if… if you’re pregnant. From last time.”

Your cheeks heat up as you swallow back the guilt. After bowling, when you went home that night, your period had come, just one day late, but you didn’t tell Jimin. Upon the sight of blood staining your underwear, there was a strange sense of disappointment that bloomed in your chest, and it confused you so much that you didn’t have the bandwidth to even think about telling Jimin what this meant. You had to take time to process both the consequence of not being pregnant, as well as the unprecedented feelings of disappointment that came with it.

“Um… actually, my period came last week.” You say after taking a deep breath.

Jimin raises an eyebrow as he takes in the news. “So it means… you’re not pregnant.”

“I’m not,” you agree with him, and you want to keep going, but the words are just stuck in your chest.

“The first time we were risking it, but I was just thinking…” Jimin picks up on your hesitation, his own words coming out slowly. “If we should… if we should start trying. For real.”

Jimin is completely serious as he returns your gaze, biting his lip in uncertainty.

“You mean… try to get pregnant? Intentionally?” You’re aware that you’re just repeating his words, but some part of you needs to confirm it.

“Yeah,” Jimin says as he strokes your waist, and you’re fully aware of his cock twitching as he says his next words. “I want to have a baby with you.”

Your breath is sucked out of your chest as the impact of his words hit you, and arousal aside, you feel your stomach fill with butterflies.

“That is… if you want to as well,” Jimin scratches the back of his neck nervously. “I mean, I don’t want to pressure you into anything-“

“I want to,” you interrupt him, reassuring him with a grind of your hips. “I want to have your baby. We’re about three months late, but I think if we start trying real hard now, this baby will get made and we won’t be too far behind.”

Jimin’s cock twitches again, giving away how aroused he is, but he doesn’t give a fuck anymore. Hearing you say that has awakened a fantasy in him that he didn’t even know existed. No longer is he going for the low hanging fruit of just kissing a girl in his childhood bedroom. No, he’s going to make a baby in his childhood bedroom.

You pump him with a few strokes, watching the precum bubble up from his head and run down his girthy length, admiring how hard he is for you. His length feels so heavy in your palm, and your mouth waters as you remember how much better he felt in your mouth, how salty and thick his cum was as he released down your throat.

Just as you bend down to give yourself a repeat ride, Jimin stops you with a hand on your cheek, his own cheeks rosy and embarrassment creeping back in as he says, “You’ll get a mouthful of cum if you do that. As much as I want you to swallow my cum, you’re not getting pregnant that way.”

And then he’s back in charge as he flips you over, spreading your legs wide and resting them on his shoulders as your pussy leaks your arousal. Jimin uses the head of his cock to collect all your juices, teasing your clit before he prods at your entrance. The blunt head of him nudges in slowly, and the stretch makes the both of you moan.

Your legs are trembling, hands reaching out for something to hold on to as Jimin bottoms out inside you. You don’t remember him feeling so big inside you, stretching you out so good and going so deep that you can feel him at the base of your lower abdomen. When you look down, you realise that there is a small bump there, and Jimin is watching that exact spot as well.

“Feel so good and tight, my baby was made to take my cock,” he praises as he intertwines his hands with yours, forcing them above your head as he begins to thrust. His cock slides in and out of your drenched pussy easily, and your walls grip him so tightly that Jimin never wants this moment to end.

Jimin leans forward so that your thighs are pushed to your chest, making the fit even tighter around his cock. Your pussy is already clenching around him, and your breasts are bouncing, cheeks flushed red and lips swollen and shiny from his precum and saliva.

“Harder, fuck me harder Jimin,” you groan as he punishes you with his thrusts, every slap of his thighs against yours reminds you that the both of you are fucking to make a baby. Just watching the sweat drip off his chest, his abs tense and feeling his ass flex as he fucks into your pussy with the full intention of giving you a baby, hisbaby, makes your pussy cream uncontrollably around his cock.

“Does my baby like this?” Jimin gives a harsh thrust and bends your legs back till he can feel your cervix. “Fuck, you’re driving me fucking crazy. Wanna give you a baby so bad. You’re fucking asking for it, asking to get filled with cum.”

“I want it, Jimin,” you gasp as you feel him against the entrance of your womb; Jimin is giving you no mercy as he continues to aim his thrusts deep as he can go. “Want your baby. It’s all I ever wanted.”

Jimin lets your legs fall off his shoulders as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you into him, as his thrusts increase in power and speed. Your legs wrap around him tightly as if to keep him from pulling out, so all Jimin can do his grind the head of his cock against your cervix, feeling himself twitch as his orgasm draws near.

“I’m not gonna last, cum with me please,” he begs, mouth open and kissing your neck as he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder.

“I’m close, just a little more, fuck,” you loosen your thighs a little so that Jimin can thrust a little more, and the movement of him brushing against your clit sends you into an orgasm, clenching hard around him as you cry out his name and your walls milk him dry for every drop.

Jimin groans as he feels his balls tighten up, filling you up with cum as he thrusts to get every drop right where it should be. “Take it all, take my cum and give me a baby. That’s what my girl wants right?”

“Yes, yes!” You whine as you feel the warmth of his cum in your pussy, his frenzied thrusts as he rides out the last of his orgasm, making sure he gives you everything he has.

Jimin’s face is still buried in your neck as his hips continue to fuck his cum into you, hearing the filthy squelch as he tilts your hips up so that not a single drop can escape. The leisurely thrusts feel intimate as you hug him close to you, feeling his soft breaths against your skin as your legs wrap around his waist, feeling him finally still with his cock still deep inside you. Everything is warm and sticky, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A few minutes pass before you realise that Jimin is perfectly content to have his cock plug your pussy up with cum, and while the thought kind of turns you on, he’s heavy, and you nudge him off you with your knee. Jimin pouts as he settles beside you, still drawing you closer to him as he lifts one of your thighs to get a better look at the mess he made of you.

“It’s all coming out,” he says in a disappointed whine as his fingers scoop out the frothy white cum that spilled out of you because of his fucking, gently pushing it back into you. But he can’t resist a little taste, bringing his fingers to his lips for a second.

“Jimin! Stop stealing my baby batter,” you grab his wrist to stop him, shoving it back toward your thighs.

“That’s the least sexy word for cum I’ve ever heard,” he frowns disapprovingly at you. “Stay there, don’t move. You need to keep your hips up.”

Jimin pushes a pillow under your hips, and whilst you’re rendered immobile, he takes the chance to sneakily lap at your inner thighs, cleaning up some of the cum that he didn’t manage to push into you. You glare at him, reaching down to tug at his hair, but then-

“Stay safe, kids!” It’s his father’s voice from down the hallway.

“Why do they need to stay safe? She’s already having his kid!” You hear Granny’s voice a second later, and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “No need to stay safe, Puppy! You heard me? It’s good for the baby!”

You glare at Jimin, then push your chin toward his door, expecting him to answer his Granny.

Jimin mouths a ‘what’ at you in exasperation, his lust filled brain unable to think of a single appropriate response for this situation. Finally, he forces a cheery tone as he shouts back, “we will, Granny! Night Granny!”

Your head falls back into the pillow with a groan at how lame he is.

You’re most definitely not looking forward to breakfast tomorrow.

[minichedders]

lost and found 0.1

mobster!tom holland x reader

shit. shit. shit.

You hand frantically searched through your bag, looking for your small purse. You knew that it wasn't in your bag, as you had searched multiple times before, but you hoped and prayed that if you looked just once more, that it would magically appear. You sighed heavily, dropping your bag on the floor and leaning against the wall, trying your hardest not to cry, running your hands through your hair and holding your cheeks. All your money was in that course all this month's wages were in there, holding over 200 hours worth of your time. 

The thought of ordering in a takeaway was now long gone, especially considering you didn't even have any money, but there was no food left in the fridge, other than a few odd potatoes left in the abandoned vegetable department. You looked at your old watch, 2:03am. You eyes felt heavy and bloodshot, and your body was weak and exhausted; so you decided to search for the lost purse tomorrow, bright and early, in hope of at least getting your ID back.

Your body dragged itself to your bedroom, food now long out of your mind as your head hit the pillows, wrapping your still fully clothed body in the warm sheets, putting your TV on, listening to the news quietly as you drifted off to sleep.

-

Three heavy knocks jumped you out of bed, your dark makeup spread across your cheeks, you're top twisted around your torso, hair messy and your lips dry and cracked. You begrudgingly answered the door, to be met with no one but the coldness of the apartment hallway. at your feet was a plain white box, with a black ribbon, tied neatly across, and a small, handwritten placard attached. You grabbed the box, walking back to your bed, and tossing the box onto the mattress, crossing your legs and lazily untying the bow. Your eyelids still feel as heavy as they were last night, and they began to water at the sight in front of you. Your purse. 

Some angel out there was really looking out for you. You quickly awoke, grabbing the purse frantically as you opened it up, only t find everything you had left within it, all the small coins, noted and checks that you had yet to cash in, as well as your cards and ID's, you where between laughing and crying as you held the monthly paycheck to your chest, almost screaming. Nearly forgetting, you twisted the small card in your fingertips, reading it over again and again.

'Keep it safe. T.H'

The small, cursive handwriting almost had you swooning, your guardian angel. You wish they would leave their full name or at least return address so you could express your gratitude, but you thought nothing of it was you began getting ready for your day of work.

-

"That's insane, reminds me of that Chris Evans film where they send the whole night looking for that girl's purse," Rebbecca said, cleaning the bar top as you wiped the glasses.

"Yeah, except i didnt go out looking for it, and unfortunately, i did not get to snog Chris Evans," You replied, your head glazed over with the initials T.H. Rebecca had spent the afternoon thinking of random and crazy scenarios or names that could belong to the man, or women who had returned your purse. To be honest, you didnt care that much, just thankful that you had everything back, and you could afford a Chinese takeaway tonight.

During your deep spaced out moment, you didnt notice the extremely dark and handsome man that had walked in the empty bar and was now standing in front of you, until Rebecca had coughed loudly in your direction.

"Oh, Hi, sorry, what would you like?" You asked, now placing the glass on the side, looking up to meet a pair of beautiful, deep brown eyes staring back at you, it was harsh and intense, but somehow soft, making your legs almost cave in. You took time to study his appearance, black suit, dark brown hair that had irresistible curls, sturdy jawline and chiselled face, and you doubted you were mistaken when you thought about the hard muscles that lay underneath his clothes. He looked like the gym type. 

"Just a whiskey please, darling," The man responded, sitting on the bar stool opposite you, leading his arms over the counter, and if it wasn't for the 4 foot of marble between the two of you, you would jump into his arms.

"Right away, sir," You responded; diverting your gaze quickly, and shly moving around the bar, ring your best not to spill the drink with your nervous, shaking hands. Once you had placed the drink on the coaster, you locked eyes with the man, almost become trapped in the depths of brown and yellow.

"Y/N!" Your boss shouted from the back office, making you jump slightly, seemingly amusing the man in front of you. You broke your eye contact and rushed to your impatient boss.

"Yeah," You said, waiting in the doorframe for your boss to turn his attention from the paperwork and talk to you.

"You know who that is right?" He asked, signalling you to come in and close the door, so the man from the bar didnt hears.

"Uh, no? Should I?" You asked, your fingers twirling with each other nervously.

"Y/N, that's Tom Holland, as in London crime family Tom Holland," He said, tapping his pen against the desk as he gawked at you, not believing you had no idea; but to be fair, you where always oblivious about d=crime in London, it made you feel better about living there if you ignored it all.

"Oh," You replied. He was certainly attractive and intimidating as hell, but you couldn't imagine him to be part of any crime family, especially with that hair, it looked so soft and curly, you just wanted to run your hands through it on a Sunday morning, with the smell of fresh cinnamon pancakes.

"Y/N!" You boss shouted again, capturing your attention out of your daydream as he laughed at you. 

"Yeah?" You said, smiling nervously at him.

"He brought the bar early this morning, I'm retiring you see, and he's going to take you, but he's made the rest of my employees redundant. Including Rebecca," He spoke, slowly so you would understand even when you were miles away, which you often were. 

"Why, why me?" You asked, knees and fingers shaking, scared to even ask. You were interrupted by the door creaking open, revealing Tom in the doorway, his impressive figure leaning against the frame, hands in his pocket, clearly showing off his grey holster gun as he smirked at you.

"Leave us," Tom spoke, his eyes still trained on you as your boss rushed out the room quicker than you could respond. You watched as Tom closed the door behind him, moving across the room, sitting in your boss' previous chair. You both sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, you were unsure whether you should get up and leave, or stay as still a possible and hope you could sink into the material of the chair and hide away forever.

"Do you know who i am?" Tom asked. Your eyebrows furrowed, not fully understanding the question, did he mean knowing about the crime family, or personally, or just in general. You didnt verbally respond, instead just shrugging your shoulders, looking down to the floor, trying to keep your heartbeat under control. Tom hummed.

"You are dismissed then, keep safe darling," He spoke, making your ears perk up and your eyes widen, before you quickly made your escape out of the room.

-

When you arrived home, there was another package like the one before, only this time, the white box and black box brought an empty feeling to the pit of your stomach. You brought it inside, reading the card first.

'Help yourself. T.H'

Inside the box was two large wads, making you scream. You didnt even want to touch the money, let alone count how much was in there. The idea made you sick, although you surely needed the money, this wasn't how you would earn it. You thought where wrapped in dismay and anger that when your phone rang, your veins went cold.

You answered harshly, somehow knowing who would be on the receiving end.

"Woah baby, no need for that language," Tom responded, and even over the phone, you could see the smug, cocky smile play on his lips.

"What are you playing at Holland?" You demanded, discarding the box of cash on the kitchen counter, tossing the card in the trash.

"Just thought you could use the extra money, maybe buy yourself a nice work outfit, maybe some lingerie, blue is my favourite by the way," Tom said, his playful tone ringing in your ears as you were fuming.

"Keep on dreaming Holland," You sneered, hanging up without another thought. Your face was red, your mind filled with thought and your heart bursting with unknown feelings, what a fucking rush.

Your phone buzzed again, with a text from the same number.

'10am sharp, don't disappoint me. T.H'

-

@sweetenedangeltears

[i-dontwikeit]

You are everything; part 4.

A/N : We are close to the end of this. I think there will only be one part after this :)

Fandom : The Originals 

Pairing : Elijah x reader

Part 1. ; Part 2. ; Part 3. ; catch up here! :)

Elijah did not know why he did all the things he did. He always thought that he was the honest one, noble one, good one. Well, as good as a monster can be, after all. He did not kill people from pure boredom, or rage. He did not kill them for his hunger, either. Truth to be told, Elijah hated killing people. He hated the feeling of life leaving their body. He hated himself when he had to do it. But he had to, sometimes. He would do anything for his family, even if it meant killing. And he would feel so broken after that. He would feel like a true, awful, disgusting monster.  But he never felt like he was a monster the way he did the night she left them. The night she finally left him. The words that fell from her lips that night still wake him up at night. He still hears her crying, yelling, screaming. He still hears the hope in her voice and he still sees the broken look in her eyes. He is sure now, that sight will haunt him till the day he dies.

If somebody asked him why he lied to her, why he did all the thing he did, why he kept Hayley around if he loved Y/N, he would have no idea what to say. He honestly does not know. And that makes it so much worse. He knew he had the real thing in front of him, waiting for him for 200 hundred years, just to say those words.. She was waiting for him just to ask her to be truly his, and he is sure she would wait for 200 hundred more if Hayley didn’t come in their lives. He had other girls before, but not like this. They would be for a night or two, then gone. And Elijah does not know why she allowed that. Why did she stick around him for so long after everything he has done to her? He asked Nik once, and Nik told him it’s because she sees behind the mask he has put on, and she is waiting for him to take it off.

It took Elijah a while to realize why he chose Hayley, even if Y/N was his everything. He lost so much in his life already, and he knew that if he lost Hayley he could live with it, but if he lost Y/N.. it would ruin him. So he drove her away from him. To keep her safe. Such a cliché.

Elijah spent weeks just in his room, going out only if necessary and for food. His siblings were scared for him. They never saw him in this bad shape, not even after Celeste. He took this so hard, and they were so angry at this point. He was the one that let her go, he did not have the right to act like this. So they decided to do something about it.

‘’ ELIJAH, BEKAH, FREYA, KOL. Living room, NOW. ‘’ Nik was shouting even thought they could all hear him just fine. They all showed up a couple of minutes ago and sat on the couch.

‘’ What is enough is enough, brother. And do not act like you do not know what am I talking about. You can’t stay in your room anymore, acting like a teenager going through his first break-up. You are A THOUSAND YEARS OLD VAMPIRE, bloody hell. Snap out of it, Elijah. ‘’ Nik just told him everything, straight and honest. No sugar-coating it, no easing into it. And that is exactly what Elijah needed.

‘’ You are right, brother. This is enough. I was out of everything for too long. Tell me, brother, what do I have to fix? How many people did you kill until now? ‘’ Elijah asked him, but Nik only chuckled.

‘’ I killed no one, my dear Elijah. None of us did. There is nothing to be fixed, everything is perfectly fine. But you can finally do that thing you always wanted. You have the time now. I even have the place for it, if you want it, brother. ‘’ Nobody knew what Nik was talking about, but Elijah did. And he was ready.

‘’ Show me the place, brother. I want to see it, I want to know if it is good enough. ‘’ The two of them left, leaving the rest of their siblings confused. But it was alright if that meant that Elijah will be okay.

 -

On the other side, even after months, Y/N did not find a place to settle down, so she decided to travel the world. She wanted to visit all of the places they lived or stayed in for a while. She spent a part of her life in all of those cities, she left a piece of herself everywhere she went, but never really cherished those places. So this time, she did. She went to every little place they stayed for at least a month or two. She spent her days going into cafes, little diners and fancy restaurants, eating and drinking, dancing and loving every part of it.

She drank wine with every meal, a part of Nik with her, and she tried chocolate cake in every single one of them, too. A part of Kol with her. And when she would come into her room in a probably very expensive hotel, a part of Bekahs’ boujeenees with her, she would jump into her bed, get some popcorn if she wasn’t too full, and watched some silly tv. A part of Freya. And she had to try chocolate in every single of those places, for her little Hope. She did not do those thing on purpose. She did not even know she did them at first. Ordering wine and the cake was her habit even before leaving. And when she realized she was doing it, she continued. She loved having a part of her family in her. They did make her into the person she was.

Y/N missed them so much. It was incredibly hard for her, being alone, even though she was all alone for 400 years of her life, before meeting them. But ever since she met Originals, she was never alone. She did not know how to behave without them. She just wanted to go home, but knew she can’t. Not yet. Not for a very long time. She realized if she wants to be happy, if she wants to find herself again, she has to be alone. She has to be her own person. During the time she was traveling, she found herself close to New Orleans a couple of times and she was so close to giving up and going home, but she didn’t. She stayed strong and true to herself this time.

And after a long time of traveling all over the world, she decided to stay in a little town in England. On the other side of the ocean, away from everything she knew and loved.

 -

The Originals missed her to the point it wasn’t even explainable. She was a part of their life, a part of them, of the family. For weeks, they would go into her room to wake her up, only to find the room empty and cold. They would prepare breakfast and put the plate for her too, only for the seat to stay empty. They always made enough popcorn for her, only to be eaten by them. It was like a part of them was gone and they had to come to peace with it. They would get an occasional phone call, a text and a post-card to keep them posted, to let them know she was okay. It was not a lot, but it was enough to keep them at ease.

Elijah, on the other hand, spent a lot of time in her room. It still smelled like her, to him. Like peaches and freshly cut-down grass. So he would spent as much time as he could in there, doing his work, just to feel close to her again. It felt like she was still there with him. Sometimes, he could even feel her wrapping her hands around his shoulders and kissing his temple. And when the smell of her was gone for the first time, after a couple of months, he found a couple of items in her closet that she left behind. They still smelled like her, so he would leave it hanging in the room until it filled the room with her scent again. It was the only way he could survive her being gone.

He didn’t even speak to Hayley for a while. He just couldn’t and he knew he had to end it. He had to let Hayley go and hope that Y/N will come back to him one day. But Hayley noticed. She noticed how Elijah eyes would linger on Y/Ns picture in the living room and how he would stop for a couple of seconds in from of her room. And it did not hurt her, to be honest. She thought that not having Elijah would break her, but it didn’t. She was okay with not having him in that way.

So they sat, they talked and they cried. Elijah told Hayley the truth about everything, from the beginning until now, and Hayley listened. She was angry and hurt finding out about their past, about what they did behind her back. She was not angry with Y/N, only hurt, because she knew that Y/N was hurt so much more and so much harder. So Hayley yelled and screamed at Elijah until the anger was gone. They decided they will be friend. It will take time, they both knew, but they loved each other like that, and it would be okay in the end. They were family, after all.

And Elijah decided to wait for his one true love to come back. He decided that this time he will wait, just like she waited for him for two hundred years. He waited for a year, two, then five. But she did not come. Will she ever come back?

Part 5.

@mschellehitt here you go, doll. :) 

[dong-hyucks]

cheerleaders. | kim wonpil

➳ genre. fluff, extremely slight angst, volleyball player![Y/N] // there’s like, one ‘inappropriate’ joke and a slight makeout session ➳ word count. 2.8k+ ➳ author’s note. i’m sorry this took so long for me to write :( - admin. jade ➳ synopsis. After finding out that your family can’t make it to your big game, Wonpil takes it into his own hands to make you feel better.

➳ masterlists.

    “We’re close friends, we pretend not to have feelings. I introduce you as a good friend but there are words lingering in my mouth -- I am in love with you.”     - “Tender Love,” EXO  

When you first found out that your family wouldn’t be able to attend your big game, you were disappointed

To say the least.

It was the big game of the season -- the finale of the mixed volleyball tournament your team had been training for all year

And, to top it off, your team had managed to make it to the finals, meaning you could very well be going home with the winning trophy

So, hearing your family apologize as they explained they couldn’t make it, you were pretty bummed

Of course, you would still give the game 200%, but that didn’t stop you from feeling a bit down

“They’re not coming?” your friend, Wonpil asked in worry when you got off the phone with your parents

You shook your head, running a hand through your hair, “No. I don’t know what I was expecting -- they can’t just drop their jobs and travel from Seoul to Ulsan just for me”

Hearing your dejected tone, Wonpil couldn’t help but frown

He and the boys were lucky enough to be in Ulsan at the time, for a concert, so they were able to make it

Although…

“I’m sorry, [Y/N], that we can’t make it too,” Younghyun sighed, patting your back gently, “We have to perform that day.”

You only nodded in understanding, “It’s okay.”

Your voice said otherwise, making Wonpil feel even worse

Shaking your head, you sent the five of them a smile, “Don’t worry! We’re going to win, so even if you aren’t there, we’ll give you something to be proud about”

Pointing behind yourself, you started to back up, “I have to return to practice”

They watched as you dashed back into the gym, shamelessly huddling around the door to watch you stretch for practice

“Do you think we should tell [Y/N] the truth?” Sungjin pondered, frowning as he watched you expertly pass the ball, “They just found out their family can’t come, isn’t it a bit much for them to think we can’t go too?”

Dowoon nodded, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, I bet they’re feeling really bad right now…”

Younghyun tried a smile, “Well, when they see that we’re there, I’m sure that’ll lift their spirits up, right?”

Jaehyung nodded, “[Y/N]’s strong -- they can deal for a few days, then we’ll give them a big surprise!”

As the group began to leave, having to attend their own practice, Wonpil lingered for a moment longer

He bit his lip as he glanced at you before sighing, “I’m sorry, [Y/N].”

~

You panted, wiping away your sweat with the back of your hand

“Good job today,” Seonjoo, the libero and essential leader, piped after taking a swig of her water, “We’re going to do great tomorrow!”

The team cheered, with you weakly joining in

You were far too tired to yell with the same excitement that your teammates did, having used up all of your energy during the final practice

“Rest well tonight,” Seonjoo continued, “ice your muscles and eat well. Get lots of rest, you guys.”

A chorus of replies echoed within the gym, followed by the heavy footsteps to the changing rooms as everyone moved to change out of their sweaty clothes

You being far too tired, decided to just leave wearing your gym clothes, since you’d be going straight home anyway

“Good night,” you greeted Sanghoon, your setter, as you walked passed him on the way out

He smiled in return, wishing you an enthusiastic goodbye as he rushed to his girlfriend’s car

As you pushed open the doors, you relished in the cool air that hit your slightly sticky-from-sweat skin

“Tired?” you heard a voice say from a few metres away

Opening your eyes, you were met with Wonpil’s gaze

Despite how tired you were, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the man, bounding over to him, “What’re you doing here?”

He shoved his hands into the pocket of his pullover, “We ended practice early, so I decided to come visit.”

You smiled in appreciation, walking with him, “Your concert’s tomorrow, right? Good luck, Pil.”

Wonpil looked down at the ground, feeling slightly guilty before he mustered up a smile, “Good luck to you too, [Y/N], you’re going to do awesome tomorrow! Can’t wait for you to dominate the other team.”

You chuckled, shoving him lightly

He pretended to be offended before nudging you back and acting as though he hadn’t, whistling nonchalantly.

Narrowing your eyes at him playfully, you shook your head

“Hey,” he mumbled upon seeing your car, “Let’s go out.”

At his words, you nearly choked (you would’ve, had you been drinking from your water bottle)

Realizing how he had worded it, he blushed and smiled in embarrassment, “I mean… I mean, let’s go somewhere. Think of it as our good luck party.”

“Good luck party,” you repeated through your laughter, “Sure, Pil.”

Looking down at yourself, you glanced at him, “Could we stop by my place first? I still need to freshen up.”

Nodding, Wonpil glanced over to his own car (can Wonpil drive? idk let’s pretend if not--)

“I’ll meet you there then.”

No more than ten minutes later, you and Wonpil were at your house, with Wonpil waiting for you on the couch as you showered

He played on his phone as you waited, scrolling through his photos in boredom

He smiled as he came across old photos, memories of how those photos came to be flashing in his mind

Then, he came across a photo of you and himself back when you were in high school

It was taken during prom, to which you had gone with Wonpil just so you wouldn’t be alone

In all honesty, Wonpil was super happy you accepted his offer to go, even if you were only going as friends

After all, he’s liked you since you were ten.

“What’re you looking at smiling like that?” you asked suddenly, making Wonpil jump

You glanced over his shoulder, leaning over the couch as you stared at the photo

“Oh, prom?” you chuckled, “I remember that. We bailed after like half an hour.”

Wonpil snorted, “Well, it was really boring.”

Nodding, you straightened your back as you continued to dry your hair with a fluffy towel

Turning around, he gulped at the sight of you

“You look nice,” he choked out, boring into your eyes

Looking down, you shrugged and let your towel rest atop your head to cover your burning ears, “I didn’t know where you wanted to go, so I just threw this on.”

You were dressed up more than you normally would be, wearing a white button up and some black pants, as opposed to your typical sweats and t-shirts

Wonpil nodded, moving to his feet

“I’ll be done in a moment,” you mumbled, heading back to your room to discard of the towel

Wonpil waited at the door, tapping against his thigh as he hopped from foot to foot

“Okay!” you exclaimed as you slid out into the foyer, nearly falling over due to your slippery socks, “Let’s go.”

Chuckling at your clumsiness, Wonpil simply put on his shoes and waited for you to do the same

As you slipped on one shoe, you almost lost balance, your arm shooting out to catch yourself on the wall

Wonpil was quick to react too, hastily grabbing your shoulders, “Why are you so clumsy,” he laughed

You looked up to stick your tongue out at him, scrunching up your nose

Finally pulling on the other shoe, the two of you headed out

“Where do you want to go?” you asked as you stepped into Wonpil’s car (he had insisted on driving)

“We could go to a karaoke bar,” he shrugged, “you know, to get out those last minute nervous jitters.”

You refrained yourself from laughing at his wording, nodding in agreement, “Okay, Mr. Singer.”

The drive was spent singing --screaming-- along to whatever song began to play on the radio, the amount of off-tune singing making both of you laugh

When one of Day6’s songs started playing, Wonpil burst out into laughter at the sight of you passionately singing along, knowing every word

“You’re such a My Day,” he chuckled once the song came to an end

You nodded, “Of course -- I’m your number one supporter!”

He glanced at you once a stop light turned red, the sight of you under the city lights making Wonpil smile gently

“And I’m your number one supporter,” he put up his index finger, “My baby’s so talented at volleyball, I’m proud.”

Though he said the name jokingly, you couldn’t help but blush at the word ‘baby’, a small smile decorating your features nicely

Once you reached the karaoke bar, Wonpil requested a private room and before you knew it, you were under the flashy lights

You spent the first half hour eating and drinking, joking with one another as you brought up past memories

As you and Wonpil finished the food, you glanced at Wonpil

He was too busy picking out a song to sing to notice your stare, his little nose scrunch of concentration making you smile

Finally, he picked a song and you started laughing at his choice

It was an old song, the only song the two of you danced to at prom before ditching

“Here,” Wonpil was quick to hand you one of the microphones, standing up as he brought his own to his mouth

Even though he wasn’t singing seriously, exaggerating his dancing as he had a little bop, you couldn’t help but admire his singing voice

During the chorus, both of you sung your hearts out, ending up laughing too hard as the song came to an end

“74,” you mumbled at the score that appeared on the screen, wiping away tears of laughter, “Bull, that was a 100 for sure.”

Wonpil let out a giggle of a laugh, nodding in agreement, “I think there’s some faulty wiring here.”

The two of you calmed down for a minute or two before you were up and singing and dancing yet again

Hours passed and by midnight you were slightly drunk, but not too drunk

Wonpil had decided to stay sober, since he was driving, and only laughed and your slightly intoxicated state

“That’s enough for you,” he stated, taking the bottle of alcohol away from you, “You don’t want to be hungover tomorrow.”

You mumbled a thanks, yawning as you stretched your arms

“Let’s get you home,” Wonpil mumbled, moving to turn off the TV

Before he could stand up, you took hold of his wrist, bringing him back down and next to you

“Thanks for bringing me out,” you said, not letting go of his hand, “If it weren’t for you, I definitely would’ve been at home stressing about tomorrow’s game.”

Wonpil glanced up at you through his bangs, offering you a small smile, “No problem, [Y/N]. We can’t have you freaking out before the big game, can we?”

You gave him the smile that he loved so much, making him grin

When you didn’t let go of his hand, his smile slowly dropped, “[Y/N]?”

Mustering up all of the courage in your body, you opened your mouth

“I like you, Wonpil,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the quiet music that filled the room, “I really can’t thank you enough for tonight.”

Wonpil gaped at you, his heart racing at your confession

“[Y/N]...”

Before he knew it, he found himself leaning forward, and soon enough his lips were pressed against yours

His hand moved to cup your cheeks, yours staying at his waist as you fisted the soft fabric of his shirt

His lips moved slowly against yours, his brows furrowing as pulled you up against him

His tongue poked out briefly, swiping against your bottom lip, making you shiver

Once he needed air, he pulled away and dropped his head onto your shoulder

“I like you too, [Y/N].”

Leaning back, he pressed another soft kiss against your cheek

“Come on,” he mumbled, his voice soft, “You need to sleep.”

~

The next morning, you woke up with a smile

Memories of what had happened the night before filled your mind, making you grin into your pillow

When you made your way into the gym, where only a few people sat on the bleachers, you were still smiling

“Woah there,” Sungwon, the outside hitter, said after he caught sight of you, “Did you get laid or something?”

“SungwON--”

He smiled, “Joking. What’s got you all happy?”

You shrugged, “Am I not allowed to be happy?”

“You are, but you came in here skipping and suddenly there was rainbows flying in throw the windows”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, “Just do your stretches, Sungwon.”

~

Halfway into the game, you didn’t notice the group of people walking in and huddling themselves onto the already crowded benches

You were too immersed into the game, focused on blocking every spike and attack

As the middle blocker, you couldn’t afford to let your attention wander, even for a single moment

The whistle blew once you spiked the ball over, effectively winning the first game

Your teammates cheered and huddle around you, exchanging high fives in excitement

“1-0, Team Seoul,” the referee announced, telling the teams to go off to the sides

As you took a swig from your water bottle, your eyes wandered to the bleachers, smiling at your teammate’s families when they glanced in your direction

Then, you made eye contact with him

You almost dropped your water bottle, at the sight of Wonpil in the bleachers, choking on your water as you bent over to cough

You could practically hear the five of them laugh, looking up to narrow your eyes at them

“Teams get ready,” the referee called, finding his way back to his stand

Doing a team chant with your team really quickly, the six of you dispersed and got into your positions

The moment the whistle blew, the game started and you forgot all about everything else

After winning your team another point, you finally heard it

The five boys in the bleachers stood up and screamed your name as they stood up and clapped, more enthusiastic than any other person attending

You allowed yourself to laugh, before shaking your head

“Service!”

~

It was a tight game, with the score being 2-2 (wins)

The last game, the tie-breaker ended up finishing at 32-30 in your team’s favour, meaning you won

After months and months of training, your team had won the big tournament

The team screamed in happiness, crowding in a circle and hugging each other happily

You could still hear your friends screaming their lungs out, and you began to worry for their voices

As Seonjoo happily accepted the large trophy, tears in her eyes as she held it up, your team bowed toward the crowd

“This years winner -- Team Seoul!”

Another cheer erupted from the crowd as your team shook hands with the opposing, your breath still short as you reached for your water bottle

As people began to leave and the players began to disappear into the change rooms, you made your way to the bleachers

“You guys!” you practically shouted, “You lied to me, I thought you had a concert?”

Jaehyung grinned, “We do, but it’s not until later.” He shook his head, clicking his tongue, “I thought you were a My Day, [Y/N], and you don’t know our concert schedule?”

You rolled your eyes, punching Jaehyung on the shoulder lightly (though he acted as though you had seriously punched him)

“We have another surprise!” Dowoon piped happily, him and Wonpil stepping to the side

When you saw your parents standing behind them, you almost cried

“You nerds,” you laughed, a euphoric grin overcoming your features as you moved to hug your parents

Turning to the boys, you grinned, “I can’t believe you guys!”

Wiping away an amused tear from both eyes, you couldn’t help but let out a sob

The boys’ once happy expressions became still, watching as you shook, your father gently rubbing your back

Your mind was buzzing, your hands shaking, and your legs weak

You could already feel the bruise making itself known upon the skin of your knee, from digging the volleyball before

“Are you happy?” Wonpil asked, wiping away your tears

You narrowed your eyes at him, wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders as you pulled him into a tight hug, “Of course I am”

Looking over his shoulders, you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to both your parents and the boys, each of them grinning at the sight of you and Wonpil hugging

Pulling away, Wonpil quickly pecked your lips, making your face go hot

The boys hollered and your parents shared a similar expression -- their eyebrows raised

You could only laugh, burying your face in Wonpil’s shoulder

What would you do if it weren’t for your cheerleaders?

[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

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a year ago, i was tagged by @suplosers on two questionnaires and it is only now, a year later that i was able to answer em. i’m so sorry it took me this long but yah i’m just glad to get thru dis milestone, answering the first tumblr get to know ya post i was @ at... yaayyy ^^

rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people.

I tag: tbd haha i still have to dig thru meh notifs to see which ones apparently took an interest in me so i’d like to take an interest in as well haha but oh @you-guys--are-losers, ur doing this whahaha hope it’s not too much of a bother, no presh watsoever ;3

the last

1. drink: ughh it's dis shitty stuff called hydrite w/c is basically salt water cus im sick rn and it's supposed to rehydrate ur shts or something hahaha

but dat was like a week ago... as of da moment i posted dis, it’s coffee from mini stop dat i drank at like 530 in da morn while i waited until i could enter the school cus i had to commute 3 hours w/ lil to none sleep

2. phone call: my father or one of my best friends

3. text message: the last one i texted was my sister and the last one i got a text from was dis org in school about the location for recruitment/auditions/interview

4. song you listened to: billy jean by michael jackson and i listened to it for meh tomdaya fic hahaha. But i also listened to halo by beyonce, untouchable and dress by taylor swift, and some other songs magmt mentions in her tomdaya fic hehe a week ago

rn, a metal cover of toxic by our last night

5. time you cried: haha i don't actually remember the context of it (i could find out tho haha cus i sent da pic to my best friend) but i took a pic of it while i did it which was on... july 16 hahaha. Oh but w8 oh sht i think i cried after that fudge w8 i don't remember the date (i think i can find this out too hahaha) but i wrote a sortof goodbye confessions letter to one of my dear friends and i wrote there that i externally cried (b4 i just said internally haha) so i'm not entirely sure i cried but i think im pretty sure i teared up hehe

6. dated someone twice: hahaha i haven't even had a legit love interest yet 😆😂 buuutt my best friend and i have "dated" as in spent entire days together w/ just the two of us, we even went to mcdonalds for valentine's day and got each other gifts hihihi aahhh gosh i miss her :'(

7. kissed someone and regretted it: haha im not even sure if dis happened and i have no plans on asking her about it but i remember when i was a kiddo, when my sis came home for some reason i kissed her on the lips hahaha dont remember if accidental or i just brain farted heck i aint even sure if it happened but das all i can answer cus well like i said, see #6 😆😂😆😂

8. been cheated on: hhmmm probs not, i have no idea if ive been cheated on in an unromantic way hahaha but in da romantic way, like i said, no love interest hahaha

Oh w8 does being someone's crush (i aint sure but it seemed like it) and crushing on dat dude but dat dude crushing on someone else too count as cheating? 😆😂😆😂

9. lost someone special: yes, all of my grandparents are dead. I've also lost pets, and i fear i may lose some of my friends due to the distance among us in this time of our lives

10. been depressed: i always wanna be careful over how to define depression. Like wat constitutes it... but yes, i think i have. Not sure, mind you, but yes, at the beginning of gr 7 i was really alone, i think i was bullied and i think i was depressed and going thru a really dark phase of my life back then. But then again, i have to say, i'm not sure.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: hahaha nope. I'm looking forward to getting drunk tho. Im currently underage so im not allowed to drink dat much yet but yeah i wanna know my limits hehehe i hope im da kinda gurl who can handle her liquor but i have drank and i have to say it made me all loopy and weird and just like woke or high or something hahaha so yeah man im excited to get trashed on my 18th bday hahaha (hopefully i get to do this tho huhuhu)

3 favourite colours

12. Pink

13. Blue

14. Gray

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: yyeeesssss and i'm so glad i have hihi. I have made friends w/ a select group of my blockmates and they're awesome and weird, i hope to strengthen our bond in da future hehe. Ooohhh and i sure hope that you guys are losers is my friend cus she's been rlly great :')

16. fallen out of love: i guess the closest i've come to falling out of love in a romantic way is moving on from da heavy crushin on meh crush. But i dunno, i still think he's a unicorn n pretty special to me so i dunno hahaha.

But bro, i do think i have fallen out of love. With tv shows, with characters. Like i used to be so passionate about a few shows and characters but now all i have towards them is regret heck i cant even remember wat dey are but i know dat der was love lost. I know it.

17. laughed until you cried: hahaha yaasss i think so. It's either when i was with my best dearest friends or during the class of dis really cool and funny as heck joker teacher who makes us laugh in EVERY SINGLE CLASS hahaha ahhh das guy's so cool

18. found out someone was talking about you: oohh yah yah i think so. Either from my best friends or from a few of my old classmates i care about and had gotten close with. Da best friend ones was about something in my past/history (g7) and the classmates one i think was just dem talking about me and they told me about it ooohhh i think it was my crush hahahaha. They told me dat my crush actually admired me a lot hehe. There was one time my friend (the one who told me about dis) was putting make up on me for a school film, and my crush was da cam guy and he told my friend i looked pretty. Sooo im pretty lucky dat- oh sht w8 i dunno if it's dis year but oh w8 no, it was on my bday last year (dec 20) and da same friend said she was sorry cus apparently da bois make fun of me or something and she was sorry cus she laughed along too hahaha but i didnt mind cus i know im weird and i dont even know what dey say about me in da first place hahahaha. Ok das it im done, i think ive overshared now hahaha 😆😂😆😂

19. met someone who changed you: my best friends. Ive thought about it based on wat sup losers said about change for da better and i dont rlly think of change as something dat happens quick, i think it happens over time and u dont even notice it. So ok oh sht i think im wrong cus i met my best friends 4/6 years ago hahaha but for reals tho, i was in a dark place and if it werent for dem i think id still be lost lonely and sad. Uuhhmmm in regards to answering the question correctly, i guess my blockmates count since they inspire/challenge me to be better. OH SHT W8 i def think you guys are losers and dead end street and tomdaya receipts and tout de suite have changed me hehehe. Da first 2 in dat dey inspired me to write more hehe. Da 1st one inspired me to do this so i think this counts as change hehe. And da last 2 changed me in dat bcus i met dem, i became OBSESSED w/ tomdaya hahaha.

20. found out who your friends are: yes, i have actually. And it's all because i am now currently a college freshman as well as my friends.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: hahaha my fam i guess hahaha. But no one in a romantic context.

general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: hhmmm i guess id say about 200 since i know 4 sections of around 40 ppl and da rest is like fam and ppl ive met once/twice or have passed by haha

23. do you have any pets: yaaaassss 3 doggos: albie, juju, and biggie girl. Juju has a pupper named tchalla called dat cus he black hehehe and biggie has 2 biglets named mermer (meredith) and crissy (cristina) cus they're sisters 😍😊😊

My fam have also had a buncha dogs n puppers before but they were either given away or passed away. My bro also has dis cat named bob and i think he counts as a semi pet since my bro's home is a fam home.

24. do you want to change your name: uuhhh i wish i had an alliterative name like superheroes. Buutt im pretty happy w/ my name :')

25. what did you do for your last birthday: oohhhh i think i was at my section's christmas party it was pretty nice n emotional and i spent da rest of da day w/ 2 of meh best friends who bought me cake n food when my own fam didn't 😆😂😆😂

26. what time did you wake up: 4 am to shit cus im sick, but fell asleep again and officially got up around 730 or 8ish

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: haha tryna stay awake cus i had to drink meh meds and failed oh so much and i think i was asleep by midnight hahaha

28. name something you can’t wait for: tomdaya content, chatting/being w/ my best friends, watching da stuff i wanna watch, tumblring, reading sht i wanna read, vacation, writing fanfics, learning how to do a buncha stuff (write screenplays, make films n gifs, draw better), my bday when i hopefully get to do wat i want haha, avengers 4 and smffh, and captain marvel and antman and the wasp too i guess haha oh and the incredibles 2 and httyd 3 😍😍😍 oohhh and crazy rich asians

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: on monday which was when i was at home and not at my dad's n sis' n i's apartment in manila for school/work

31. what are you listening to right now: commercials on da tv as i answer this long ass questionnaire hahaha

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: hahaha i had to think about dis one but yah i have actually haha he was my gr 8 class mate n i like to think semi friend back den at least haha. Oh w8 but he doesn't go by tom tho, it's just thomas haha

33. something that is getting on your nerves: myself hahaha my shitty lazy ass procrastinating self hahaha 😅🙍

34. most visited website: fb specifically messenger, youtube, and tumblr

35. hair colour: hmmm black w/ a bit of brown i guess (ASIAN, YO! 😆😂😆😂)

36. long or short hair: neither, medium i guess haha. I like how long hair looks but it's such a bother n hassle haha. So i def would prefer short hair on a practical standpoint hahaha (im actually thinking of shaving the hair above my nape, yknow on da back of my head hehe)

37. do you have a crush on someone: well i dont have dat much of a crush on da crush i mentioned before, like i said haha. I have a crush on tomdaya, does dat count? 😆😂

38. what do you like about yourself: hahahaha nothing 😆😂😆😂🙍

Naahh uhhh i guess i like how much i love tv shows, i love meh fangirl self, and i like how diff n unique n weird i am, how i stand out, n dat i think my dreams are noble n worth tryin out. N i like how supportive n nice i am n im just chill on da outside haha. N sometimes i like meh face hehe. And i think dat im hilarious n weird n ppl should appreciate me more hahaha das y i crave for more validation dan consulting researchers hahaha (no one laughs at dat jokes and it's like im da only one who finds it funny and come on, man, i managed to make a research joke. Cant ya give a girl a break?)

n i guess sometimes it's good how much i care but sometimes i wish my feels could just chill for just like a minute pls

Thanks, man. I usually just focus on meh bad qualities so thanks for dis question, man :')

oh and i like dat i can swim hehe

39. piercings: i have holes on my ears for earrings but i don't really wear dem

40. blood type: a, i think?

41. nickname: sam, sab, and i rlly want to be called smells cus it's like a more me version of mels from melody hahaha

42. relationship status: single, yo. Oh w8 but i am married to my bed and fandoms so dey always come first. Plus i love my friends 😍😊

43. zodiac: sagittarius i think but i dont rlly know/care about zodiac sht. Tho it's nice if it does match up hehe

44. pronouns: uhhh i dont know wat to put here but i assume dis refers to wat i wish to be referred by ssoooo she, her, and a genderless pronoun in my language siya

45. favourite tv show: ughh i cant choose. Friends, grey's anatomy, phineas and ferb, avatar: the last airbender, black mirror, doctor who, and all of michael schur's stuff, and modern family, grimm, person of interest, pushing daisies, scrubs, happy endings, forever, how i met your mother, gravity falls, sherlock, and yknow wat? Yah, supernatural too and the httyd shows and suits :') oooohhh w8 and how to get away w/ murder and i guess big bang theory as well 😃 the end of the fucking world, legends of tomorrow, crazy ex-girlfriend, the good place, timeless but it’s kinda depressing so speaking of w/c game of thrones and west world and a series of unfortunate events and stranger things and scorpion and lost in space and for anime, let’s go with yakitate japan and boku no hero academia

46. tattoos: none, but i rlly want one and even have a list of tattoos i want (pretty minimalist), i just have to think of da perf place tho (both where to put it and where to get it) and find out if i can still donate meh bod if i have tattoos, but one of da ones i rlly want is smileys on meh fingers hehe

47. right or left handed: right, but my ma says im kinda ambidextrous n i kinda wish i could develop it hehe

48. surgery: haha nope, never. But in terms of an interest, i love grey's anatomy 😆😂

50. sport: ooohh my main sport is swimming cus my siblings are all swimmers so i am too. But i have played other sports for school like badminton, table tennis, volleyball, some water game i dont remember haha, and a combat sport in my country called arnis

51. vacation: christmas vacay and i cant wait huhu

52. pair of trainers: uhhh are trainers rubber shoes? I have a couple, i guess.

GENERAL

53. eating: my dad (who cooked our meal), sis, and i ate afritada (chicken dat's tomatoey basically) for dinner

54. drinking: just water, but ugh i have to drink da hydrite sht again 😑😒

55. I’m about to: finish dis questionnaire n fall asleep haha

56. waiting for: sleep n happiness

57. want: to sleep n write n tumblr n watch n read n for all my problems to disappear

58. get married: yeahhh... but i think it's highly unlikely, man. So i aint counting on it but i do want it to happen, it seems nice having someone to spend da rest of your life with :')

59. career: hahaha i'm still just a college student, just a newly minted freshman actually. But i like to consider myself a fulltime fangirl hahaha

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: well, i havent rlly made out with anyone yet so im gonna have to say hugs i guess w/c ofc i love haha but i wish someone bigger than me could cuddle me for once in my life 😢

61. lips or eyes: lips cus they just seem so soft and sensual hehe. Plus i dunno man, eyes are kinda gross with muta (da sht in da corner of ur eyes when you wake up, it's a filipino word) and sht. And ya have to wear glasses/contacts if dey weak so it's just such a hassle. Tho i do recognize their importance n stuff 😊

62. shorter or taller: ugh TALLER. im a pretty tall gal so for once id like to be da lil spoon for once, for someone to be able to carry me and ya know all dat jazz. But i wouldnt give up my height for anything, makes me feel confident and better than everyone else mwuehehehehehehe

63. older or younger: uuuhhh for now i think it's a bit weird to date someone younger dan me, but for me personally, wat age i'd like to be, YOUNGER ALL DA WAY. it was just way less stressful and innocent back den, id give anything to go back 🙍

64. nice arms or nice stomach: haha nice arms if it means i can swing around them and they can carry me whahaha. But i do like em abs, i wanna feel wat abs feel like just once in my life hahaha

65. hookup or relationship: ooohhh i guess i fancy myself having a relationship for now hehe. Havent even had one yet haha.

66. troublemaker or hesitant: i am a hesitant troublemaker whahahahaha. Like i have all these ideas of thangs to do n sometimes i do dem but sometimes da situation n context scares me into not doing it like a wuss hahaha

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: haha nope.

68. drank hard liquor: haha nope but am looking forward to it hehe

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: thankfully i havent needed any yet whew

70. turned someone down: uhhh i guess the closest i came to "turning someone down" was being awkward around my crush haha but to be fair i think he was awkward too hahaha. And in an unromantic sense, i turned down a blockmate who offered to be my partner in an assignment becus i already had a partner hahahaha 😅

71. sex on the first date: haha havent experienced it if das wat ur askin. Maybe imma be dat kinda person after ive had a couple of relationships but for now i'll settle for someone actually being interested in me hahaha

73. had your heart broken: yes, by tv shows, and by da crappiness of life in general 🙇

74. been arrested: hahahaha nope but dat would be CRAZY hahaha

75. cried when someone died: yes, whether in real life or in tv shows, i have cried bcus of death 😢

76. fallen for a friend: look, man, my best friend's probably the most important person in my life who i couldnt bear to lose. I love her more dan anything in da world so i dunno if our friendship is something more dan da "typical" best friends i just know dat i love her n dat i dont wanna lose her n dat our bond's nothing like any other relationship ive ever had

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: hahahaha not rlly 😅 im pretty unreliable tbh and i make tons of mistakes and ill never be enough ever and just in general hate myself and have 0 self esteem hahaha 😅😅😅😓

But there's a chance i could improve tho, a very very VERY small tiny chance... but i guess i'll take wat i can get :/

78. miracles: hhmmm not in da way most ppl think about miracles in dat, it's da impossible event. I like to think it's a miracle that i have the family dat i have, da friends dat i have, and da life dat i have cus honestly i think i'd be dead w/o em. It's a fucking miracle i have things im passionate about and things that i love and im surrounded by ppl who i love and who love me as well. So yeah, i guess i believe in those kinds of miracles :')

79. love at first sight: hahaha not rlly. Look, man, im a fat girl who doesnt rlly care dat much about looks so unless a person manages to fall for someone while dat someone was doing something dat was a huge indicator of their personality and thus it's not only da appearance dat da person "fell in love w/", den i rlly dont believe in love at first sight. It's just infatuation, bruh. Love at first sight is cheap and u dont rlly know any thing about dat person other than the fact that they're pretty (why they caught ur eye in da 1st place imo) and nothin, zilch. Unless, like i said, they were doing something important to dem n indicative of deir personality. But even then, it wouldnt be love. Like i said, it'd be infatuation cus imo love is deep and takes time and cant just HAPPEN just cus u looked at someone and thought he/she was pretty 😒. True love would mean knowing dat person to deir bone but wanting to know more about dem. So to conclude a ted talk from a bitter person w/ a non existent love life 😆😂😂😂, love at first sight doesnt exist, is cheap, and is discriminatory to "ugly" ppl.

80. santa claus: hahaha i know he probs doesnt exist and is u know basically just capitalism n marketing hahaha. But i dunno, man, i kinda wanna believe he exists just cus it's more fun n childlike n innocent 😍

81. kiss on the first date: hahaha yeah i guess so but i think i probs would have had to known dat person for a while before we decided to date. I havent had a first kiss yet sooo i aint just willin to give dat out to someone i just met/knew for like a day or something hahaha (i have no idea how dating works) 😆😂😆😂😆😂

82. angels: huh... i like to think guardian angels exist cus dat means there are like angels of pure light sent down from heaven to protect us from any harm w/c is just nice to think about, yknow? Hehe. But angels in da catholic sense... i dont think i do, bruh. Sorry :/ *shrugs*

OTHER:

84. eye colour: uuhhhh brown, i guess? Like i said, i dont rlly care much for eyes hahaha 😅 ooohh but da purple eyes thang ive seen on da internet sounds cool hahaha

85. favourite movie: aaaahhhhh there's just so many good movies thoo

But agghh fine. Ive come to notice dat my genre's pretty lighthearted w/c is nice actually hehe

Spider-Man: Homecoming, Rogue One, 10 Things I Hate About You, Moana, Coco, Mulan, Avengers: Infinity War, White Chicks cus it's just so goddamn funny and iconic 😆😂😆😂😍, i'm not- ok you know wat, da Pixar movies in general ok? I mean, how can ya not? Oh which reminds me, Tangled, and The Princess and The Frog, oohh The Avengers is also a pretty solid movie, ooohhh Love, Simon, godhs dat was just such a wholesome sweet n nice movie :'), oh and den i freaking love the Scream franchise, man. It's so good :'), oooohhh w8 maybe The Dark Knight cus heath ledger was just da fuking bomb in dat movie, oohh and About Time's da sweetest time travel movie :') w/c reminds me dat the Back to the Future franchise was just such a classic, man :') oh and yknow wat? Unbreakable's actually pretty fucking cool, man. I get shyamalan know haha. Oh and yknow wat? 100 Tula Para Kay Stella is da 1st filipino film i actually liked so it has a special place in meh heart :')

ooohhh and Black Panther, man, gods how can one not bring up Da King™? WAKANDA FOREVER :') 😄

Oh and hey yknow wat? I have a sweet spot for the Sorcerer's Apprentice. It's kinda a guilty pleasure of mine hehe 😅

Whiicchh reminds me... the HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON FRANCHISE HAS GOT MY HART WHIPPED 😭😭😭

Oh and i also rlly like when harry met sally hihi :') and i guess the OG Star Wars trilogy's got a special place in my heart even if it is da way dat it is now 😢 :')

oh and i can't forget meh guardians :') Guardians of The Galaxy is such a solid film, bro. I loved it :') ooohhh and yknow wat? I actually rlly like Ready Player One, Baby Driver, and The Mummy (the brendan frasier one, who ya kiddin 😑)

oh and yknow wat? The Wedding Singer, 50 First Dates, and Music & Lyrics has got a special place in my heart, man. Gotta admit it :')

aawww and amelie, and begin again, and flipped and hercules, and room, and spotlight, and shape of water, and ladybird, and the princess bride, and the iron giant, and the lobster, and we're the millers, and what if and man up and shrek and kimi no na wa and a quiet place and inception and the lion king and to all the boys I’ve loved before and oooh tim burton movies are pretty cool, the animated ones, and I did spend a good amount of time obsessed w/ dis one so I guess cap civil war, and then big hero 6 and wreck it ralph, and the martian and inside out, and gone girl, and the lion king and forrest gump and spider-man 1 and 2, and les miserables and the devil wears prada and the book of life and the intern and the princess diaries and miss congeniality and aladdin and confessions of a shopaholic

And ok, ok, i think im done. Hahaha das it das my list of meh all time fav movies and i feel like rewatching all of em now hahaha 😍

[simona-a-marinkova]

February is a great time to escape the grey weather in London by going to tropical paradise like Sri Lanka. Beautiful nature and romantic sunsets, to cash only and dodginess – here is why Sri Lanka can be fun!

After nearly 20 hrs journey from London to Colombo (it was connecting flight, and spent couple of hours at Bahrain), we landed and although it was late evening – it was still so warm and smelled like sea! Local people seemed friendly and welcoming. Immediately we got many offers for “You need a taxi, Madame?”.

We got picked up by a local driver, arranged in advance. It is easy to book a driver before your trip in Sri Lanka – just check reviews on Trip advisor and make a call. It is more expensive than relying on tuk tuks (local taxis) and public transport, but if you want to see the best of the island over few days – driver is the most comfortable option. Prices also vary, so it is good to speak to several providers and see the best quote. Usually a driver for a week would cost around $360 per person (tourist price).

Colombo

We stayed at a hostel on the beach in Colombo that was an hour away from the airport. On the way we got to see the city – long streets full of local shops and street food places, and loads of “don’t drive and drink” billboards. Actually, local Out of home advertisement reminds me old school European ads – big billboards with loads of pictures and big bright messaging. The pics reminded me of old toothpaste ads. On every corner there was a Buddhist or Christian monument, decorated with similar to Christmas lights. That was kinda of cool. I don’t remember seeing mosques, though it is one of the main religions on the island. Overall Colombo is busy and chaotic city, with usual crazy traffic and drivers taking over at all times. There are not many pedestrian zones (even side walks) and crossing a busy street is a challenge. I noticed locals just start walking on the road, and the cars just stop if no other option. If you visit Sri Lanka for limited time – do not waste time in Colombo.

Our hostel was near the beach, so it was great to hear the waves in the evening and wake up to that sounds in the morning. I was happy to see this in view in the morning:

We were hosted by other travellers there, and spent the evening chilling outside in the garden with a cold beer. Apparently some of them were staying in the hostel for months, hanging out together and basically created mini community. I was talking to one of the guys there, who was working on his PHD and travelling around Asia – he was loving Sri Lanka and the “chaos”. Good place to be when you want to escape the old boring and organised Europe. It is cool to be solo traveller, meet new people and create friendships, but then what’s the point of travelling if you get stuck in 1 place for ages? This is what I did not get about these guys. Plus, the beach is 10 secs walk from LBL Colombo (the hostel) but it is so dirty. It looked like locals use it for trash landfill. It’s a shame, given the golden sands!

In any case, I loved the “romantic” bed we had in our room, which was actually anti mosquito bed:

Btw, payment is normally at the check out – and everywhere you pay in cash only. It was funny that the owner of the hostel asked us which rate we were given on booking.com as he did not know the price himself. LOL. He was so chatty though that took us 20 mins to “check out” and go get some water!

Anyway, it was time to head south to the beach in Hikkaduwa.

Hikkaduwa

It’s a small resort town on the South West coast. We stayed at a beautiful guest house “in the jungle”. Villa Red Lobster – it was my favourite accommodation in Sri Lanka – with its beautiful garden, palm trees, birds singing in the morning and fancy room, I was sold. Not to forget the delicious breakfast in the garden.

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It was also several mins walk from the beach, which was great!

Hikkaduwa beach is beautiful – golden fine sand, warm water, and palm trees. The coast line is tripped with bars and restaurants, hotels and shops. I loved talking a walk along the beach, sand, sea and sun – paradise for my feet.

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That’s how we discovered lovely beach restaurant, woth a rooftop view over the sea whilst having shark steak and beer.

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Not so great is the busy road Colombo – Galle, which is right next to the beach. Crossing there can be deadly, and you see old buses and cars, among pedestrians on the side. Health & Safety does not exist here.

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You can buy a coconut to eat/drink for 200 rupees on the beach. Good for breakfast, but cannot replace the beer! Actually, females are not allowed to buy alcohol in Sri Lanka. If you are a female tourist – it is fine, you get the drink you want…eventually. I got into a alcohol shop and tried to get some beers. The sales guy called me to come in, got the beers at the back of the shop, put them in the backpack to hide what we bought and left. I was surprised given the number of tourists and backpackers there. It is similar with restaurants – alcohol is not in the menu, but when you ask the waiter for beers – it does not come to them as a surprise. Most people drink the local beer: LION. Sometimes it can cost up to 750 ruppies (£3) which is nearly the same as drinking cocktails in SL. I bet the brand is doing well, because of all the tourists – as locals do not cope with alcohol that well and local ladies are not drinking there.

Food wise – most restaurants offer mainstream European food – pizza, pasta, burgers. I was glad to find some curry in the menus, as I have heard that this is the best place to taste curry. Tourism industry had made the food quite commercial and in terms of curry – nothing special. I personally think you can find more curries in London (and good curries) than in Sri Lankan restaurants. To try proper local food – you need to go to their street food places, which may not look very appealing especially if there are flies around. If the food is cooked in front of you – it should be fine and it is tasty! We tried a local place, and the food there was pretty good! Also, local people do not eat out and thus restaurants only exist to serve tourists. Often you will see tables in restaurants labelled with “For foreigners only“. I find this discriminative, though it makes sense for local businesses. For example – compare the two:

Driving license fine in Sri Lanka costs 500 rupees

Curry in Mirissa beach restaurant (Mirissa is another popular resort) costs 1800 rupees (around £8-9).

In any case, I enjoyed having dinner at a open restaurant also called “Red Lobster”. It was quite artsy / urban style – walls were decorated with customers feedback. Most of it was from Russians and people from other Soviet republics (the majority of tourists there are Russians, and apparently Sri Lanka is a popular family holiday destination for them.)

I was happy with my calamari curry and pineapple desert. Sri Lanka is the place to have fresh smoothies and fruit salads – avocado, papaya and pineapple everywhere! Again, the staff were friendly and smiley. That made me an impression – in Europe we are way more grumpy, well at least the customer service is.

To end the night – we made a visit to the top rated beach bar “Refresh”. Indeed, it is a stylish bar on the beach, so getting a glass of wine on a candle light, hearing the ocean waves is pretty cool. I get why Sri Lanka is so popular among couples.

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I would stay the staff there was over friendly – started with a nice chat, as we were approached by a guy working in the bar N. He seemed chilled and joint us on our table (not sure how professional that is?). It all seemed perfect – nice conversation, drinks, more drinks and at some point free bottle of arrack (local spirit drink, often mixed with ginger beer). Result is: drunk N and us wanting to leave. The last customers had left long time ago, bar was officially closed and N wanted to come with us, so he followed us on our way to the hotel. We told him “No, we will go alone” and he must have understood somethig else, because he came back with his motorbike asking to join him! OK, this was not funny anymore – we even walked into another bar to get rid of him, still did not work. After several more attempts – we managed to convince him to go away and we rushed into our hotel. So yeah, beware of local men hospitality if you are on your own at night. Btw, night life in Hikkaduwa is overall restricted – most places are closed by 11. Once or twice a week there is a bar open until 1 am (usually Mama’s or Refresh) and this is the time to get some cocktails and dance it out. These are the places to try good quality sea food.

Galle

After 2 days in Hikkaduwa, we headed to the close by town of Galle. It is beautiful coastal town with a tower along the coast, couple of heritage sites, museum and cute artsy streets. Be ware – there are local people, carrying around anacondas – if you fancy a pic with one. I usually go as far as possible from snakes – don’t like the look of it.

Galle is worth a daily visit, walk along the tower and enjoying the scenery. The beach near by is really beautiful, though waves there were quite strong.

  Here we were – end of the beach part of the trip. Time to head north to Ella.

          Destination Sri Lanka: why to give it a go February is a great time to escape the grey weather in London by going to tropical paradise like Sri Lanka.

[yasuragi-hotaru]

Uta Pri: 6th Stage Report Pt. 2

Continues from Getting Tickets

PRE-SHOW: The Goods Line & Trading @ Sunshine City 5/25

In my research of Japanese concerts and seiyuu events, I learned about goods sales typically happening before the show. I noticed people mentioned that you could line up any time before doors opened, there wasn’t a set time that the merch tent would ~open for business~. Sometimes there was order forms, sometimes not. Either way, you’d be waiting a while to get your stuff before the actual concert. I spent a good few weeks trying to mentally prepare myself to get to Met Life Dome on the first train out, trying to figure out a schedule, make sure I was super rested for a really really longggggg daaaay.

Of course, for 6th Stage, with such anticipation of getting goods, the staff decided to make a separate event over several days leading up and including the live weekend to join the queue at Sunshine City in Ikebukuro for the majority of the available merch. This…..threw a wrench in my planning! Just when I thought I had a whole day to dedicate to 6th Stage, I now realized the first thing I was ever ever ever going to do in Japan…….was going to stand in line. For hours. To try and buy merchandise. Of fictional idol groups.

Me: (to me) why are you l i k e t h i s

@reijiwiththegoodhair typed up this SUPER awesome and detailed post about the set up for how goods would be sold at Sunshine City. I read through it over and over and over again. I didn’t fully understand where and when the line would begin, especially because I had never even seen the complex, let alone step foot anywhere near it, but with her help, along with my attempt at translating the map the event page provided, I figured I would just do my best, get up as early as humanly possible after 2 layovers and 24hr of travel to take the 15 min walk from my guesthouse to Sunshine City.

I slept for 4 hrs. Woke up. Threw on my outfit. And set out. To immediately find an umbrella because it was full on downpour haha orz

THIS-IS-FINE-DOG.JPG THISWASGOINGTOBEGREAT I JUST KNEW IT. The rain wasn’t going to stop me!!!

Luckily, when i was perusing the breakfast options in the conbini I stopped in, I looked up and noticed a girl wearing the same Tokiya shirt as me, with her Tokiya ita bag, standing there with her friend wearing a Masato shirt and TWO Masato ita bags. I was definitely in the right place at the right time. I paid for my light breakfast right after them and traced their steps through a walkway beside the station, through several streets, and over to the crosswalk to Sunshine City, where the utapri ita bags MULTIPLIED. 

Whoever you ladies are, I’m grateful for crossing paths with you so I didn’t get lost! 

The illustrated map starts to come to life as we walk up the Spanish steps, and just ahead, there’s a man in a poncho, holding a sign saying he was the end of the line. There didn’t appear to be that many people ahead of me! I was feeling pretty good, made a guestimate of maybe 200 people ahead of me and, despite being 6AM, I really felt like I had a good chance to come out with the goodies I wanted. 

Immediately I noticed three things other people had that I didn’t: a rolling suitcase, mini collapsible stool, and enough food and drinks for the day. Oh boy. I did not know what I signed myself up for. Me and my tiny bag of coffee and breakfast sandwich wrappers stood no chance.

By 7AM, they made the first line move. EEEEK. already?? can it be? Was warmth and dryness nearing??? the line turned a corner and I discovered my first encounter with the dubious

s e c r e t l i n e s

I was sorely mistaken–there was not 200 people ahead of me, but anywhere between 2,000-3,000 people safely tucked away in neat lines that snaked up and down and around and back up to the back of Sunshine City. And suddenly, I didn’t feel so confident anymore. 

I lost any semblance of orientation, and just hoped, each time we turned a corner, that the next pathway down wasn’t super long, and that the stop and go shuffling meant that more people were being fielded into the building before the announced sale time. 

If my memory serves me correctly, the actual line went something like this, give or take:

The dashed lines are ones that went a level below the rest of the line. But more or less, the next 4 hours on the line outside was just a lot of stationary standing, shuffling, adjusting and waiting until 11am when the inventory site would start showing what’s been sold for the day. 

at 11am, I was just outside the side of the building to the entrance behind the main building. I hit refresh on site and within like 15 minutes, the ONLY thing sold out were pen lights. which of course, was the #1 thing I wanted >w<

Despite that, when we FINALLY got out of the rain, everyone was shuffling to pack away their umbrellas and pull out their order forms. I followed suit as much as possible. There were staff handing out extra order forms outside, but I had already brought my initial form and then 3 extra forms in case i wanted to add more as I waited.

So once you crossed over the bridge into the building with the hall, I could hear the soundtrack of Legend Star pouring out of the hall. I am FULL ON 😍HEART EYES😍 RN I CAN’T EVEN DEAL OMG GET ME IN THERE. But then. of course, lo and behold, 

MORE SECRET LINES. omg when do they ENDDDDDDDDDD OTL

So once you enter, there’s two check points before you walk away with your goods: the first set of 3 lines (yellow, green, pink) where you hand over your order form, the staff clips on a number to it, and hands the corresponding tag over to you and you wait some more until you get closer to the register (point two) where you go to pay.

I thought I filled out my form in full until the staff member asked me a question, to which my response was Terrified Blank Face of Doom That I Don’t Understand What You Just Said To Me™ (this face, apparently, is My Face™ throughout the entirety of my trip, but I TRIED I PROMISE AND EVERYONE WAS SO NICE ANYWAY) but then he asked me in English, cash or card? XD so simple oh god, this is day one, I am SUCH NOOB I’M SORRY YES CASH THANK YOU I SUCK.

(6 is my favorite number and 4 is Tokiya’s for 6th stage–I was hoping this number would be fortuitous!)

Waiting here felt just as long, but at least there was 1. no rain and 2. M U S I C. A whole room echoing the duet songs and legend star and shining dream songs on repeat as we wait ^w^ I was so amped. My pink line inched ever so slowly, but as soon as I made it to the register, I handed my number over to the staff person. From here, you realize that they had staff running around behind a wall, gathering every single ordered items and placing them in a black basket that they hand over to the person at the register. The pink line orders were a bitttt backed up, so I waited a little more for the lady to come back over with my stuff. 

Once you have your black basket, they pull out a second (red) basket where they transfer everything over, one by one, and review what you had on your order form and what they were able to get for you. It’s very considerate and definitely helps make sure you 100% know what you’re walking away with! I realized that my basket was WAY less full than some other people’s, but that didn’t matter because pen light aside, quantity wise, I snagged everything that i wanted! やった (*‘▽’*)

After a little snafu with paying (spoiler: i can’t count bills normally, let alone with foreign currency #useless), from here, you take your red basket to a row of tables where you can bag your stuff. It’s a super efficient process さすがですね~~ but what slows this part down is that everyone is opening up their blinds to take stock before they head out to trade. But more on that in a bit. 

As you go to exit, they have Legend Star tapestries hanging and they were GORGEOUS. omg my precious little princes!!!! (sorry, i was too star struck by STARISH [wow pun unintended] to get pics of the other groups! #mybiasisshowing)

because i have NOCHILL OMG IT’S TOKIYAAAAAAAAA IT’S HIM OMG HE’S SO BEAUTIMOUS.

I was lured over by the Animate table and made some additional purchases, including MLL6 that came with the 6th stage signed bromide ；ω；and some singles I didn’t already have, which included some posters as bonus! Gosh, I am a sucker.

And with that, 7 hrs and one bottle of cola later, I was one happy (albeit hungry) pup with several blue bags of merch in hand. ٩( ᐛ )و

But now, this trading business? I had 2 ring lights, 5 out of 8 bangles, and 1 purchase bonus badge to trade for Tokiya (aside from the bangles, in which I was looking for a full set of STARISH + Reiji) ;____; how doooooo. Trading was not allowed in the hall or near the line in sunshine city. I heard people trade on Twitter and arrange pick up locations etc, so as I was thinking about how to make a trading post along with what to finally eaaaat, i looked to my right at the park across the street from Animate ACOS and made my next discovery 

Fans trading! Just openly! Some are way legit, they have their merch in clear boxes for display with dry erase boards or pictures saying which characters they have and who they are trading for. Most fans, you can tell who they’re looking for based on their ita bags. But it’s……actually pretty easy! All I basically had to know was (and some of this is intuitive but, y’know, this was my first time really speaking Japanese in practice, so): 

すみません (Sumimasen -  excuse me)

誰ですか (Dare desu ka? - who is it? [which was usually asked when you want to know who the other person is looking for])

トキヤですか (Tokiya desu ka? - Is it Tokiya? [or insert your idol here])

あります / ありません、ごめんなさい (Arimasu - I have / Arimasen, gomen nasai - I do not have, I’m sorry!)

お願いします (Onegaishimasu - please)

ありがとうございます(Arigatou gozaimasu - Thank you!)

The easiest items to trade for were my set of bangles! I think I got lucky bc i had 3 Ai bangles and 1 Camus and an extra STARISH one, can’t remember who. I think some people were a little confused when I just would randomly pick out whichever STARISH member I was missing from their “to trade” pile. But soon I had my full set of my sons and husbando! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

And of course, my ROT Squad 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Next was for my ring lights. This was, way way harder. I has a Masato and Reiji ring, which I felt pretty confident about finding someone to take them off my hands. I saw a girl really wanted a Masato ring, so I traded it for her Otoya ring. And there were some people with Tokiya rings, but i had nothing to trade for it ;______; there was a lot of longing at their piles. Eventually, I just kind of stood there, with my bonus badge and 2 rings just in the palm of my hand and hoping someone would approach me and trade. It was a gamble, but why not. 

I got a tap on my shoulder, and this girl just went “すみません! …トキヤくん?” to which i gave her a tentative “…..はい?” and she pointed to my Reiji ring, and then to her Tokiya ring, and smiled and i just BEAMED at her and nodded and we made the exchange. やった!!! Tokiya ring acquired!!! Thank you, senpai! And lucky for me, because a few more Tokiya girls showed up and could’ve faired better than I would’ve. 

Alas, my Cecil bonus badge and Otoya ring were untradeable in this park. After a little more time, I gave into my poor grumbling stomach and headed off to find a full meal.

3 days away, and I was going to be ready for you, 6th Stage!!!

[mfmagazine]

Cake

Article by Kelli Kickham

Photo by Robert McKnight

In 1991, John McCrea formed Cake. Little could he have know what the next 20 years would lead to-- being repetitively on the Modern Rock Tracks music chart, band members leaving and making way for new musicians, and going from being independent artists to being on a big label back to doing things on their own.

While you may remember Cake for their earlier singles (Rock ‘n’ Roll Lifestyle, The Distance, Short Skirt/Long Jacket), they aren’t slowing down one bit. The band released Showroom of Compassion in January, which debuted at number 1 on the Billboard 200 charts, something they’ve never done before.

We had the privilege of talking to the infinitely talented, if not a bit drowsy, guitarist Xan McCurdy about the band: interests outside of music, how things have changed over the past two decades, and what it’s like to go from a big label to starting your own.

Without further ado, here’s the interview you’ve been waiting for your entire life (or, at least, since you started reading this a couple of minutes ago).

How are you doing?

I’m doing really great because I woke up 5 minutes ago from the best sleep I’ve had in weeks. And all I’ve been doing for the past five minutes is going over what formula of events and food and drink items that I had yesterday that could add up to such a lovely slumber.

That sounds fantastic. Have you come to any conclusions yet?

No, no. I mean, I can’t think of anything. I think I had a pretty good exercise day, I walked a lot and ate healthy food.

That is always a good. You recently toured in Europe, and right before you left you appeared on Letterman, how was that experience?

It was fun, we hadn’t been on Letterman in a while, so it was great to do it again. We felt really lucky because now that we’re not on a major label anymore we don’t have those ties to the big media outlets as much. There’s no relationship we have with the people who book those things. It’s just sort of like,we say, “Hey...you think maybe, because we did it before..?” and hope they’re cool enough about it to let us come back.

Once you were there,  was there anything really exciting that happened?

The guests on the show were really great. It was Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts. And Julia Roberts, when she was on air, she said nice stuff about us. We were just watching from the back room going, “Wow, this is crazy.” I think Cake is not really, for some people and critics, all that “safe” to like.

Right. There are always critics. Some of them critiqued your cover of “I Will Survive,” calling it a put-down to the original.

Well, everything is open to interpretation, and they misinterpreted it. There’s not a lot you can do. It’s not a put down, and anytime John did an interview around that time he was really vehement saying that it wasn’t a put down. You know, I think people have an issue with the timbre of his voice, really. He is singing a lot of that stuff. Of course there are songs, like “Short Skirt” and “The Distance,” for example, where he is speaking those words. He’s adding tonal inflection, for sure, but there’s no real distinct melody. But a huge majority of the songs he is singing. He just has a type of voice that’s not like (sing-songy) “I’m siiiinging!” It’s just the nature of it, and I think it’s cool.

But that’s also why Cake’s fans like them so much, because it’s so different from everything else that’s put in front of them. Speaking of which, your music is so diverse in terms of genre. To what do you attribute the unique blend?

We’re all different. James is a trumpet player, and he spent a lot of time in school learning classical pieces and apparently listened to punk rock outside of that. I mean, we all have a lot of  varied taste.  You know what I think it is? I think in this day in age, you have access to so much music that everyone listens to more than one type. We’ve all listened to a lot of music, and we’re up for anything. Bring it.

And then you don’t have to worry so much about being pigeon-holed.

Exactly. John writes these songs, primarily. He could enforce some sort of limits, but instead he encourages us to write parts. Because that’s what he does with us. He’s got his four chords and his melody and a lyric and he goes, “Now what?” And from there each of us will try anything. We’re all coming from different directions, so you can get some weird stuff. It’s a free kind of approach to music, which I think we all want.

Do you feel like anything has changed over the past 20 years in how you work together?

We’re always getting better and more comfortable doing what we do together. We’re better at working at our studio, which really helps in being able to convey each other’s ideas more efficiently. It’s becoming a little more seamless of a working relationship now that we know the rhythm of things.

When you were working on Showroom of Compassion, where there many outside parties involved?

There was no one else involved. It was just us. And then we had mastering engineers the last two days.

How did you like the recording environment with just the band?

It’s great. We weren’t “on the clock” so much. Once you’re done with the album, and you’ve all decided that you done, you feel like you did it. Then if it fails miserably, you can blame yourself. And if it does OK, you can pat yourself on the back, which we don’t do very often. But we did this time.

How long were you in the studio?

About two years.

Wow. That’s long time.

Yeah, we treated it like a day job. We went to work at 9 or 10 am and left at 6 or 7 at night. We spent eight hours a day there everyday Monday through Friday. We got to try lots of options and play with it. We weren’t on a major label that was telling us we had to have a release out soon, so we got to learn how to explore different ways to work in the studio. Plus, we got to work on a lot of other things that weren’t in the album that we can use later.

When you spend eight hours a day with the same five people, does it ever feel a little claustrophobic?

Oh, yeah. Of course. But we’re all really polite to each other. So if anyone is starting to feel like that, you go take a walk. Our little studio was just a bunch of gear thrown into a tiny house in the Bay area. So you can take a walk, go grab a coffee, and come back refreshed.

It’s understandable. You were there enough that you might as well have lived there.

I actually did live there. This house is in Sacramento, and everyone else lives there or in the area, but I lived in Portland, Oregon. So I flew down and I stayed there five days a week and then usually I would stay two days with friends and family in the area.

Wow! So you spent eight hours a week working there, and then you would just go upstairs?

Well, it was a one story house. So I would walk twelve feet to the bed. Everyone else would go home and I’d be pretty much stuck there. I would actually continue working because I was bored.

Well, that’s really gas efficient.

Yeah, my carbon footprint was pretty much nonexistent. And the studio is even solar-powered.

How did it feel to get back into the swing of normal life after two years in the studio?

Well, you go from being in the house working on songs at arm’s length everyday, to then getting on an airplane with everybody, and then getting into the van with everybody, and then into the dressing room with everybody, and then onto the stage with everybody, and then back into the dressing room...I think it’s just a different job all of the sudden. You get into the flow of writing and producing everyday. And then suddenly you aren’t making music anymore, you’re performing it. You’re playing with everyone with precision on a stage every night and not screwing up while people are yelling and stuff. It’s a completely different gig. One day you’re sitting in chairs in a room, and the next you’re in this loud chaos. People are telling you they really think you’re great, and then they’re also throwing bottles at you. Then you have to be a little bit of a personality. We have to put on some sort of face. I think it’s an interesting switch of jobs, going from the job that’s totally private to the one that’s totally public.

Do you prefer one, or do you just like that you get to switch it up?

I definitely like switching it up, but if i had to pick one, performing music on stage with other people is really enjoyable. And then you get to see people who appreciate your work... there’s nothing better, it’s really fantastic. Especially when you’ve been working in the studio for two years.  Then, when you’re done, eight months later people are listening to it. You don’t know how it’s going to be received. You know you like it and you think it’s great. But then you see people like it, because they’re clapping or dancing or smiling or whatever, it’s a really big perk of the job. A lot of people don’t get that-- they work in a toy shop and make toys, and then they get shipped off somewhere else. We get the satisfaction of seeing people receive what we’ve made.

Well, you just got to see people’s reaction in Europe. How were you received?

Europe was great. We were nervous. You know, we hadn’t been to Europe in a long time. So, we have no idea what our musical currency is at this point. You know, it fades if you don’t kind of keep it up and keep coming back. But it was a great reaction. We had a great time.

What was the most memorable thing that happened, music related or not?

We had some time off to site-see. We got to see the Acropolis in Greece. Me and James, the bass player, hiked up the hill to see it, and it was beautiful and ancient.  We also all went to rent a bike, for free, in Zurich. And we rode around the lake there and swam in it. What was very cool, is the last night we were there, we were in Liege, in Belgium, and we opened for Snoop Dog at a festival. Can you believe that?

No way!

Yeah, it was really fun. I had a good time with this guy named Carl Barât, who used to play in a band called the Libertines. And we watched Snoop Dog, which was a lot of fun to see up close. And then seeing him backstage with this amazing line of photo-ops, which I think he was somewhat obligated to give. He’s such a pop-culture icon, getting a picture with him is a big deal.

That would go right up on your Facebook.

That’s your Facebook for the rest of your life, are you kidding? People would get, like, a tattoo on their chest of that picture, “This is me and Snoop Dog. What?”

Would you get a tattoo on your chest of you and Snoop Dog?

I didn’t do it. I’m not the type of person to go up to people and hassle them with... well, not anything really.

That’s such an odd mix, you guys and Snoop Dog.

Yeah, it’s a European thing I think. Before us was a pretty heavy rock band.

Aside from playing, do you guys do much together?

You know, not really, we’re all getting older. A lot of it’s family-oriented. Everyone in the band besides the drummer Paulo and myself have kids. But, I mean, when we’re on the road we like to go see concerts together.  Last time we were all in Australia we went to dinner and went to go see George Clinton, which was really fun. And then we all like to go bike ride sometimes.

Is everyone in the band really active?

You know, being in vans and hotel rooms, you just wear yourself out. I always think that if I get some exercise during the day, I come to the show really feeling sharp. If you just sleep through the day, you never really wake up.

Do you do things outside besides exercise?

Vince is mostly the site-seer. He does something for our website called the Road Journal. He films things that happen to us, and that’s really cool.

Do you ever use the gyms at the hotels?

You know, I prefer to be outside, but I always find out if there’s a gym at the hotel. But, you know, sometimes the gyms are great, but a lot of times you go to their “fitness center” and they have a exercise bike from like 1984 and one dumbbell that weighs nine lbs and one that weighs 40 lbs. It’s ridiculous.

Well, then you can all five go to the gym and share the nine lbs dumbbell, right?

Yeah, “spot me, John, spot me!”

But sometimes the gyms are OK, right?

Yeah. And we’ll use them. It’s good for your head. And it also keeps you from getting fat. But, really, mainly for your head.

So when you go out on the road, do you bring anything that you’re really attached to?

You know, I try not to take anything really special with me. Things on the road so often get lost or broken. Except, of course, my guitar.

Yeah, that’s probably a requirement.

Definitely. But anything super special, like if I had a talisman or a vial of my great-grandmother’s ashes... I would never take anything I couldn’t live without. Too many things could happen.

What about when you’re at home. Do you have anything that you feel like you couldn’t live without?

Hmmm... a favorite thing that I own, that is so special to me. I mean, I’m a guitar player. I have a guitar that I absolutely adore. Sometimes people ask if they can borrow it at a gig and I say, “not that one.”  It’s this beautiful Gibson SG that’s exactly like the one that Angus Young would play. And it’s from 1968 and it’s really fantastic and it’s beautiful.  It’s the best guitar in the world for me. I wish I could play it on the road, but it’s too easy for it to be lost, or stolen, or broken. So I only play that when we’re close to Portland. It’s too valuable for me to take far from home.

[fanatic-writers]

Sweet Talking (Part 7 to Questionable Intentions)

A/n: Ok I’m a horrible person, and I didn’t get this done in time at all. But! I had this idea, and I thought it would be cut so despite it being 20 days after Valentine's day I have for you a Valentine’s Day fic. I hope you enjoy my attempt at not turning fluff into angst! -G

Warnings: a horrible attempt at fluff 

Questionable Intentions

Splitting Hairs

Splitting Hairs: Extensions

An Open Book

An Open Book: Between the Lines

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Baby It’s Cold Outside: I Really Can’t Stay

And All That Jazz

And All That Jazz: Razzle Dazzle

For the Love of God

For the Love of God: Kiss the Girl

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A week after Valentine’s Day and you were still enjoying the discounted sweets you bought a few days after the holiday. You didn’t do much on the 14th, just stayed in and watched movies with Loki like any other night. Today you were sitting across from each other at breakfast. You had been passing candies back and forth, and you slid Loki a box conversation hearts across the table.

“What are these?” he asked with a smile

“Conversation hearts, they’re little candy hearts with sayings written on them,” you explained. Loki eyed the box of candies suspiciously as he opened it up and poured out a few hearts and examined them.

“Love me” he read “Doesn’t that sound a bit forward?”

“It sounds desperate” you confirmed

“What does yours say?” he asked

“Fax me” you laughed

“Fax?” Loki asked

“It’s like a text, but it’s printed out on paper,,”through,” you tell him

“So a letter” Loki states

“Sorta but you can send to a printer or a fax machine, and it goes to another machine and gets there faster than a letter” you explain

Loki picked up another heart “one kiss” he read

“Hold on,” you said as you dug through your bag of candies. You pulled out a Hershey's kiss and slid it across the table “One Hershey's kiss” you smiled

“Be my hero” you read from the next heart as you popped it in your mouth

“Don’t you think that’s a little hard for him?” Tony said as he walked into the kitchen to make some coffee

“This is an A, and B conversation please C your way out” you smiled at Tony

“I’m just saying” Tony continued “he’s kinda here cause it’s his punishment for trying to take over the world.” The scowl on Loki’s face didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’m aware,” you said, “but I wasn’t aware I asked you?”

Tony poured himself a cup of coffee “Just wanted to remind you” he called as he went back to the lab. You noticed Loki was frowning at the scattered hearts on the table in front of him. You slid a couple hearts across the table smiling. Loki looked up at you confused.

“Read them,” you said sliding over more hearts to finish your message for him.

“Hey, babe. Smile. ♥ of gold. Crazy for you. Xoxo” he read quietly. He looked up at you when he finished, no longer frowning but still not smiling

“I know the grammar is horrible,” you said “but I tried”

You noticed a heart slide into your pile with a small smiley face printed on it.

“That doesn’t count as a smile,” you said

“I don’t understand,” he said still not looking at you “How can you love me with my past.”

“I dunno” you shrugged “I guess I was taught that people make mistakes and you’re really not that bad. You’re sassy as hell, and I love it and even if you’ve done stupid things it doesn’t mean you’re inclined to do them again.”

“But I’ve-” he tried to stay

“Stop focusing on the past. If you stay there you’ll never get to enjoy the present and you sure as hell won’t get to join me, and I’d say I’m pretty damn awesome,” you state

“You didn’t know me then, Y/n,” the God started up again

“Exactly, I didn’t know you then so stop worrying about it.” you sighed “I know what you’ve done, and I know you’re at least a little sorry for doing it.” Loki opened his mouth to speak “I swear if you start trying to fight me on this I will find some duct tape or better yet that muzzle thing you wore when the Avengers first captured you. Damn, that thing was sexy” you finished. Loki shook his head and chuckled a smile creeping across your face glad you could bring his spirits back up.

“You know I know exactly where it is,” he said

“Where what is?” you asked slightly confused

“The muzzle” he grinned at you

“You’re a kinky bastard, you know that” you grinned

“Anyways I was wondering if you might want to go out tonight for dinner,” he says “A late Valentine’s date.”

“That sounds wonderful. Besides I heard Steve was cooking and I don’t think I can handle another boiled meal” you chuckle

The rest of the day was spent with the remainder of the Avengers watching tv and hanging out till about 5 when you disappeared to your room with Natasha who you convinced to help you get ready.

“I don’t understand why you’re so worried,” she said

“It’s kinda our first real date” you explained as you curled your hair

“Still you’re both heads over heals” she stated, searching through your closet for a cute dress.

“My mom always used to tell me I wasn’t nervous I was just excited,” you said Natasha as you rolled your hair into an updo.

“Well they do trigger close to the same responses elevated heart rate, jittering or fidgeting. One just has a better connotation.” she pulled out a dress with a white and navy dotted, button up bodice and a high neckline with sleeves just long enough to cover your shoulders. A small belt separated the bodice from a billowing, navy tea length skirt. “What do you think of this?” she asked holding the gown up to you

“Is that formal enough?” you asked

“Are you a formal girl?” Nat mused “It’ll be perfect just try it on” she pressed

You slipped the dress on and buttoned up the top and did a small spin

“You look amazing” she smiled. You put the finishing touches on your makeup and slipped on your white and navy saddle style heels. Your eyes were dusted a light brown with winged eyeliner that took you over half an hour to perfect on its own. “What if he doesn’t like it?” you turned to Nat after smoothing out your dress.

“Then you dump his ass.” she stated simply opening the door and ushering you out.

You made your way to the living room your nerves being pulled tighter with every step closer. When you reached the doorway, you wanted to run and hide. Instead, you were dragged into the living room by Natasha who had a firm grasp on your wrist. You gazed around the room till your eyes landed on Loki a slight blush crept across your cheeks when you noticed the look on his face.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Loki said smiling

“Thank you” you grinned

“OK we get it you two are in love” Tony chimed in

“Could you keep your mouth shut for more than 2 minutes just once in your life?” Loki glared

“I could, but I might die” Tony smiled

“Who says that’s a bad thing,” Loki said his eyes darkening

“Thor” Tony whined, “Your brother threatened to kill me again.”

“Don't involve me in this,” Thor scowled, “I’m getting too old for this.”

“I think he should pay for it for taking me out to dinner” Tony smiled “Tonight.”

Loki’s eyes widened at the thought “Only if you sit at a different table” you answered ignoring the incredulous Loki gave you

“I sit with you, and I get to bring a friend,” Tony said

“No,” Loki said sternly

“One friend, minimal talking, same table” you stated

“Deal,” Tony said shaking your hand. Loki just looked at you like you had grown a second head.

“It’ll get him to stop bugging,” you said

“Fine.” Loki muttered

The drive to the restaurant was fairly silent save for the few minutes it took Tony to call his mystery guest. A waitress ushered you to your table where there was already a girl sitting.

“What the hell took you so long I almost thought you stood me up” she smiled

“Leo?” you practically shrieked and turned to Tony “you’re dating Leo?!”

“WOAH no one said we were dating there was free food involved of course I was gonna be here. Not to mention I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to mess with you” Leo answered.

You sighed “Why are we friends?”

“I actually don’t know” Leo patted the seat next to her and Tony sat next to you. You and Loki occupied the other side of the booth. The waiter took your drink orders and left as the four of you chatted.

“So” Tony dragged out “How is everyone?”

“I’d be better if you weren’t here” You heard Loki mutter

“What was that sweetheart?” Tony asked pretending not to hear “The more you insult me the more I buy”

“I was going to hand him your credit card anyways” you shrugged

“That’s theft you know, but because I like you I’ll let it slip just this once” Tony winked at you

“Wait you really didn’t notice?” Leo asked “we spent like 200 bucks last time we went shopping”

“Told you he wouldn’t notice I use his card all the time” you commented

“You what now?” Tony looked at you eyes wide

“I mean what card? I didn’t even know you had a credit card or a social security number for that matter” you smiled innocently

“Why does your girlfriend know my social security number?” Tony asked Loki who replied in a shrug

“It was written on a sticky note in your wallet,” you say “Why were you in my wallet?” He asked his voice becoming a hushed shout

“I had to get your nonexistent credit card somehow” you explained

“Who let you live in the tower?” Tony asked

“Better question” Leo interrupted “why am I not living in the tower?” “Because the two of us living together would be a disaster that would end in the end of the world because we’d take control of it” You reminded her

“Don’t ask Loki for advice he tried and failed at that” Tony says

Loki who had been quietly looking over the menu sent a quick glare to the billionaire

“Y/n and I have been planning this for ages.” Leo mentions “We’ll need a king or someone to pretend to be the figurehead so people don’t hate us Loki could come in handy”

“Um, no” you state “We’re not throwing him under the bus why don’t we just use Tony”

“Why Tony”

“Cause he’s totally the kind of person that could get everyone to follow him and then change all the rules so he’s the only leader but really it’s us but Tony is kinda a dick anyway” you paused your rant “no offense, so no one would be surprised”

“It’s a match made in heaven,” Tony says

“And what do you mean by that?” Loki said eyeing him curiously

“I just mean she wants to rule the world and you tried to rule the world,” Tony says then looks to you “how do you plan to get past the Avengers by the way?” “Easy” you answer “I already live with you I just have to convince you to join me or take you down from the inside. And leave him alone” you warned “you didn’t go through what he went through you don’t know why he made the decisions he did! One day you’re gonna fuck up too and maybe it destroys new york maybe it doesn’t but you have no right to judge him on past mistakes when you have plenty of your own. He has changed and you know it but you’re going to continue to hold one mistake over his head for what? The rest of his life?” you paused realizing you were out of breath. Tony, Loki, and probably half of the restaurant were looking at you.

“I haven’t seen you blow up like that since I told you that Tony was hotter than Steve”

“Ok have you seen Steve I mean come on” you retorted

“Have you seen my date?” Leo asked

“Yeah and he’s an ass” “Better watch out there Cap might steal your girl” Tony chuckled

“That is not what I said I said he was hot” you confirmed “there is a difference”

“And what’s that” Tony asked as Loki looked at you a tinge of worry in his eyes

“He’s not my type” you state simply “He’s too nice I’d feel bad for being a bitch” “And you’re ok with being a bitch to Loki” “He can take it and he can dish it right back out,” you say “Can’t we just go back to a nice awkward double date”

“Please” Leo added “Just saying I don’t understand why you’d pick Loki when you could have me” Tony chided. You refrained from responding not wanting to go on another rant or start a fight. Loki looked down at his plate of food that had arrived earlier in the night. The table was silent as everyone ate their meals and Loki didn’t look at you once. As you all got up to leave you slid a conversation heart across the table that read “I love you.”

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A/n: I hope you enjoyed this fic I enjoyed writing it! As always I love you all send in your requests for more parts because Leo and I only have one more part planned and then we’ll be moving on. The first part to Operation: Save the Fairy should be coming out soon (Read the prologue here) -G

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