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sxfterhearts · 4 years ago

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42. [7:35 pm]

➳ pairing: youngjae x reader ft. amateur chef!jaebeom

➳ genre/warnings: fluff, just fluff, mildly suggestive towards the end (I haven’t written in ages so I guess that’s also a warning??)

➳ word count: 1,190 words

➳ summary: “Is this okay?”

➳ author's note: see below!!

“Speak up, hyung!” Youngjae breathed heavily into the microphone of his earphones. “I can’t hear anything you’re saying!”

“Young– Give me a sec,” He heard Jaebeom draw a deep breath before bellowing out an ear-piercing “Keep it down, Bam, or I’ll whoop your ass!”

Youngjae flinched, his sweaty palm nearly losing its grip on the rubber spatula.

It was an early Friday night in. He had purposely rushed back to your shared apartment the moment the clock hands struck five. Not that this wasn’t a regular occurrence, but he wanted to be extra early tonight in order to execute his plan. Youngjae thought of the perfect way to spend your first Friday after starting a new job at a well-known company in the city. Your boyfriend, being the attentive and caring person he was, intended to treat you to a bubble bath while he prepared a wholesome three course meal for you. Or at least, he was trying to.

“Sorry, Bambam’s just… being Bambam. You know how it is. Now, where was I?” Jaebeom paused, musing over his thoughts like an old man suffering from short-term memory loss.

Youngjae grit his teeth in frustration and stress as he watched the concoction of dark chocolate chips and butter melt before his very eyes. Who would’ve thought baking brownies could’ve been this stressful? “The chocolate. I melted the chocolate chips with the butter over the stove. What’s next?”

“I’m pretty sure you have to crack the eggs into the bowl. Oh wait, no, no. You have to add the vanilla extract first. Just a tiny bit, though. We don’t want it to overpower the chocolatey taste.”

“How much? Two tablespoons?”

“Are you crazy? This is a chocolate brownie, not a vanilla cupcake. A teaspoon should be fine, I think. Or was it a quarter? Shit…”

The man closed his eyes to contain his anger and heaved a large sigh. “If you just wrote down the recipe we wouldn’t be in this position, hyung…”

The elder completely dismissed his comment. “Try a teaspoon. I’m like, ninety-nine percent sure I’m right.”

Youngjae had no other choice but to oblige. After all, everyone knew, including you and the boys, that he could not bake to save his life.

And yet, here he was, trying his hands at baking your favourite dessert – brownies. He even bought the premium vanilla ice cream that you liked to quenelle on top of it later (thankfully it was on sale). Youngjae really wanted to pamper you tonight.

“It’s not that difficult, right, Youngjae? This recipe is foolproof. My cousin tried it last month and he’s only twelve.”

Youngjae wasn’t too sure about that. Sceptical, he cracked three room-temperature eggs into the gooey, fragrant chocolate mixture. “Won’t the eggs cook in the chocolate ‘cos it’s boiling hot?”

Silence.

“Hyung?”

“Listen, Youngjae, I’m not a baking god. I don’t know the answer to every single question you have. Just do as I say and pray really hard that your brownies will turn out well.” Jaebeom snapped. “Have you mixed the eggs? You have to make sure the mixture is incorporated well and as shiny as Jackson’s forehead on a hot day.”

A commotion broke out on the other end of the line. Youngjae assumed it was due to Jaebeom’s offhanded comment about the state of Jackson’s skin.

“The last thing you have to do is just mix in the flour and cocoa powder, then you can pour it into the baking pan. It has to be a square one, nine by nine inches and lined with baking paper. Oh, and you need to grease the bottom of the pan first.”

Youngjae’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “You could’ve told me this earlier! I don’t– What is nine by nine inches? Why are you even using inches, we’re in Korea!” He huffed exasperatedly.

“Twenty-three centimetres, you doofus. Find one, hurry! Otherwise the mixture will harden.”

After rummaging through your stash of baking supplies for a good five minutes, he finally found the all-important baking pan. With Jaebeom’s uniquely reassuring words, Youngjae eventually managed to pour the batter in and placed the pan into the oven with trembling hands. The boy was nervous – he just wanted everything to be perfect tonight.

Somewhere between the fifteen-minute mark and an endless string of ridiculously cute puppy videos, the door’s keypad beeped. Standing up straight, Youngjae pulled off his chocolate-stained apron and jogged towards the door in anticipation.

“Youngjae, guess what! Oh,” You paused mid-sentence, your head poking curiously into the apartment as the brownie’s fragrant aroma tickled your senses. “What smells so good? Did you bake?”

“Hey baby!” Youngjae greeted like his usual bright self, your previous bursts of stress long forgotten. He reached for your handbag and laptop bag, gently ushering you into the comforts of your home. “I did. You’re in for a relaxing night, my darling. I’ve already ran you a bath, and you can use one of your sparkly pink bath bombs.” You couldn’t take off your shoes fast enough the moment you heard the word ‘relax’.

Your mouth fell slightly agape as you held Youngjae’s buttery hands in yours, eyes filled to the brim with fascination and gratitude. “You did?”

“Yes, baby. Go! Take off your clothes and get soaking. Dinner will be ready in another half an hour.” Youngjae guided you towards the ensuite, where he ran the waters and tested the temperature just moments earlier.

You gladly welcomed his suggestion. After all, the best way to unwind after a long day of work was to soak in glittery rose-scented water and allow the knots upon knots of worries to melt away.

Your mind solely focussed on the motions of shucking off your pencil skirt and unbuttoning your blouse once you released the bath bomb. The sweet aroma overtook your senses and overpowered your stress.

A sigh involuntarily left your lips as you sank into the warm, perfumed water. Picking up the book Youngjae thoughtfully left on the edge of the bathtub, you repositioned yourself into a comfortable position. The distant humming coming from Youngjae in the kitchen, the gentle sloshing of water as you flipped the pages and the wonderful feeling of soaking your sore muscles… Nothing could get better than this.

Youngjae appeared twenty pages later to feed you a slice of his freshly baked brownies. Crouching down by your side, he inspected your facial features for any reaction with complete earnest.

“I hope that it’s okay. Is this okay?” He breathed.

“It’s more than okay, it’s everything that I need…” You paused, tongue running repeatedly over the edges of your lips in search of brownie remnants. “What did you put in these brownies, babe?”

“I… Is it… Bad? Does it taste funny? I–”

“No, not at all!” You giggled. “It’s so, so, so good! I could eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Speaking of dinner…”

“The entrée is still cooking on the stove.” Youngjae admitted sheepishly.

“Hmm… That’s a shame. I’m hungry for a different type of dinner.”

“Wh… What do you mean?”

“I meant, I’d love to have you for dinner. Come, join me.”

➳ author's note: woah ok!! I started this towards the end of my last internship and finally mustered up the courage, strength, mental capacity etc etc to finish it off. I’m sorry if its lacklustre (which im sure it is) but just really really wanted to post this!!! (im busting with excitement omgomg) I’ve been busy with internships and having existential crises and also (ngl) procrastinated with my writing and this blog which is why I’ve been sosososoo absent. I don’t want to make empty promises but yeah, I hope to get back into tumblr again! Honestly was in such a good headspace when I was active on here, I miss it sm, I miss interacting with you guys omg okay I will stop rambling. Good night I love you ALL!!!

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avengersassemble-fics · 6 years ago

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Just Go With It

Previous Chapter

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Word Count (3,132)

AN: long awaited im sorry im an anxiety and stress ridden person, if i was a dog i probably would be a chihuahua but here we go!

The sun filtered in through the windows around your room, and you were very content with staying wrapped in these warm blankets. You groaned, tossing your head back on the pillows on the mattress as you prepared yourself to get up. You had to get up, you had to get your mind off of everything, and you had to see this through.

You threw the blankets off of you and stood, grabbing your light robe and pushed your arms through, and opened your bedroom door. Right as you walked down the hall you were met with the sweet smell of coffee and eggs, and Steve turned slightly to look at you, “Good morning,” he greeted.

Steve turned around and in a few seconds he placed a plate of two fried eggs and toast popped out your toaster, “I figured you had a late night, and that this time I’d cook.”

You smiled softly and walked over to the coffee maker and grabbed a mug out of the overhead cabinet, and proceeded to pour yourself a cup, “Yeah, it was.. intense.”

You fought the flashes of memories of the night and sipped the hazelnut concoction in your hand, and slid next to Steve, “How do you like your eggs?” he asked. You took another quick sip, needing as much caffeine in your system as possible, you set the mug down and reached across his large body for the pepper shaker, “A little well done, I really like the edges to be crunchy.”

Steve chuckled as your shook a little more pepper onto the egg that was cooking, “Crunchy edges, I’ll make sure to remember that.”

Your phone began to rang and you slapped his shoulder, grabbing your phone out of your robe, and taking a seat on a bar stool not even glancing at the name that was calling, “Hello?”

“Good morning, sunshine,” Tony Stark’s voice rang in your ear and you almost choked on the present sip of coffee you had in your mouth.

“Mr. Stark!” you exclaimed, trying not to cough, and fanned your face, Steve had turned around to hand you your plate, and leaned back against the counter to watch the exchange, “what-what can I do for you?”

“I just got off the phone with James, and he told me about how late you had stayed last night and what happened,” oh god “and I just wanted to thank you for putting in so much hard work, but I know that took time away from you and Steve.”

You shook your head, “Oh really, he doesn’t mind, he knows how big this case is.”

“Still, I know how hard it must be for you two to try seeing as he comes only on Fridays, so I wanted to give you the day off.”

“Oh Mr. Stark,” you placed your hand on your forehead, “really, we’re fine!”

“No I won’t have it,” he explained, “I also found the perfect listing for you two to see! My friend Rhodey is an agent, and he told me about this place that sounded perfect for you two. I’ve sent a car already, just let me know your thoughts!”

“Mr. Stark..” before you could finish he said his goodbyes and that he was looking forward to seeing you two tomorrow night for dinner, and hung up. You held the phone against your ear and just closed your eyes.

“What’s he saying?” Steve asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing, he hung up I’m just wondering how I let this get to this point,” you set the phone down and clapped your hands, “so he sent us a car and wants us to go look at a place!”

Steve still had a raised brow and raised his finger, almost pointing at you, “Woah wait, a place? A place for..?”

You groaned, “He thinks we’re still looking for a place to live together when we.. well y’know, get married.”

Steve nodded and let a small ah out of his mouth, you shook your head, “I’m sorry, Steve.. I’m so so sorry I’m getting you wrapped up in all of this,” you said quietly, and began to fiddle your thumb again.

“Woah woah woah woah, okay no hey,” Steve rambled as he walked around the tiny island and sat next to you. He slowly turned you to face him as he spoke, “you didn’t have a choice (Y/N). This wasn’t your idea, and I know this wasn’t the way you wanted to get that job,” Steve pushed a small piece of hair behind your ear, “so let’s just make the best of this, yeah? Let’s have our breakfast, and go see the place, and then you can show me around the city.”

As he spoke you just nodded along. He was right. You didn’t ask for any of this! Wasn’t even your idea, it was Nat’s. And if you came clean, you never would’ve been given the case you deserved.

“Okay alright,” you smiled as you looked down at Steve’s large hands wrapped around your small ones, and how they were stroking the back of your hand, “so breakfast and then out on the town.”

So you two had breakfast, side by side and quietly and then you excused yourself to change. You slid on a pair of black jeans, and grabbed a light shirt and tucked it into the front of your jeans, and finally slid on a comfortable pair of shoes before hearing your phone vibrate. You sat on the edge of your bed and ran a hand through your loose hair.

The message was from James.

“I didn’t think he’d give you the day off to be with him.”

You sighed and bit your lip, when a message from Natasha stopped you from replying, and in the background you heard a knock at your front door.

“Stark gave you a car and a day off? Man I wish I were you right now.”

You grumbled, typing out a quick reply, “He sent a car, and wants us to go meet his realtor friend to show us a place. When this is all over, you’re dead.”

At the sight of the little three dots, you turned your screen off and threw open your bedroom door, hearing Steve’s voice carry down the hall to you, when your phone vibrated again. It was another message from Nat.

“Oh honey.. you don’t know yet do you.”

Just as you were about to reply, there was another message from Bucky, only saying “I miss you. I need to see you.”

No. No no no. You shoved your phone into your pocket and walked down the remainder of the hallway and came face to face with Steve twirling something in his hand, “What’s that?”

“Hm? Oh nothing just,” he held up a pair of car keys, “your boss may have given us a car.”

So there you two were. An hour later, stuck in traffic, heading out of the city to the North. Steve had one hand on the wheel, the other arm rested against the center console, and he just had the biggest smile on his face, “Seriously it’s been how long since you’ve driven?”

You laughed and hit his arm, “There’s no need! I can walk to work, there’s Taxi’s, Uber, Lyft, you gotta get with the times.”

Steve shook his head, “Imagine having to pay all those fares while stuck in this traffic,” he motioned ahead of him, “how much further is this place?”

You glanced down at your phone while a small um, left your lips, “30 more minutes actually. And y’know what? Stop your griping old man.”

Steve stared over at you before quickly focusing back on the road, “Did you just call me old man?”

You stifled a laugh by placing your fingers against your lips, and looking out the window, “Yeah maybe I did.”

After another forty five minutes your phone announce that you had arrived. You were sitting at the end of a cul-de-sac in a small and quiet neighborhood, but there was no house on the street, all you could see was a long driveway.

“It’s down there isn’t it?”

Steve nodded, and you sighed, “Do we really have to do this?”

“We came this far, might as well see it, right?”

You grumbled and nodded, “Okay fine, alright! I see why you chose to teach Mr. I’m-Always-Right.”

Steve laughed, pointing the car down the driveway and past the open iron gate, “It’s Mr. Doing-the-Right-Thing, actually.”

Just as you were going to reply, Steve had turned the graceful corner and there sat the most beautiful house you had ever seen. It sat nicely in the middle of a large plot of land, and driveway looped around the front and towards a garage off to the side of the house. You couldn’t tell if your mouth had fallen open, but you didn’t care at this point.

“Jesus..” he muttered and came to a stop at the front of the house, a sidewalk led to the front steps of the plantation style home, and you turned to him.

“You sure you wanna go in?”

“Don’t think we have much of a choice,” he motioned to the steps and you spun around to see a man exiting the house, who you could only assume was ‘Rhodey’ as Mr. Stark called him. He waved with a smile on his face, before re-buttoning his suit jacket, and Steve was already turning the engine off and opening his door, “Sit tight,” he said before closing his door.

You watched him walk around the car and pulled on the handle of your door, and a nice warm breeze hit you. Steve offered his hand, and you took it, your eyes not leaving his, as a sudden wave of nervousness hit you. You stood, and Steve closed the door behind you, before lacing his fingers between yours, and your stomach fluttered.

“It’s gonna be fine,” he whispered close to your ear and you nodded, taking your first steps towards Rhodey, and up the stairs.

The man beamed at you two as you stepped onto he gorgeous wooden porch, “You must be (Y/N)!” he exclaimed and reach out for your hand to shake, then did the same to Steve, “And you’re the mysterious Steve.”

“That would be me,” he said with a slight shrug, and the two men laughed.

“Well, my names is James,” he started and your stomach dropped, “why don’t we go inside?” he motioned to the double doors, and pushed one open.

Holy. Shit.

You had never stepped in anything more..more beautiful. It opened into a short hallway, that opened up to the main floor, a white cabinet lined kitchen the first thing you see to your right, and the wood floor flowing into the whole space.

You felt yourself pulled inside by the house, and the door closed behind you two. You were in your own little world.

“So this home is four bedrooms, three bath with a mother in law suite just off the kitchen there,” he motioned to your left, “the master is downstairs and the remainder are all upstairs, giving you plenty of room for..growth,” he said and your turned to look at him, your eyes noticeably glazed over.

“Please, feel free to look around on your own,” he finished and you nodded, finally looking over to Steve, who was all but watching you, doing his best to control a chuckle. You were starstruck, he could tell.

You moved first pulling him into the kitchen, and you released his hand to touch the dark grey granite countertops, “I think I’m in love,” you said to him, touching and opening everything you could. One drawer was actually a small fridge, the stove was gas, one glass door cabinet lit up when you opened it, and you spun around to look at Steve who was next to the fridge, “this is the best kitchen-” and then you gasped, “is that a double oven?!”

You rushed over, Steve darting out of your way, “I had no idea you were so passionate about kitchens,” he joked as you held onto the oven and you peered inside.

“If there’s one thing I took from my mother, it’s the appreciation of a kitchen layout,” you tapped your chin, “speaking of, where's the pantry?”

Steve walked into the living room, completely open from the kitchen and looked to the left where a door was open, “Oh it’s there,” he motioned and your rushed over and stood in the door frame before gasping, “what?” he asked.

“It a walk in.. now this is a pantry.”

And that’s how the rest of the tour was, Steve watched you giddily walk around the whole house, gawking and mesmerizing over every little detail that you cared about. James Rhodes gave you his card and even told you he was holding this listing if you two were interested. You thanked him and expressed how much you loved it, and as the sun began to fall, Steve and you were headed back into the city.

This ride was quieter, the radio playing softly in the background as he drove and you just looked out the window, humming along to the music. Steve occasionally glanced over to you as he drove, listening to the directions the phone spit out every once in awhile until you were in a familiar area. You finally turned to look at him, “Pull in there,” you said while you sat at a red light.

“The garage?” he asked looking at the one coming up to his right and you nodded.

“Yeah, park in there.” you instructed, and when the stop light turned green, he swung the car into the garage and a few minutes later was lucky enough to find a parking spot. He shifted the car into park and you unbuckled yourself.

“Wait where are we going?” Steve asked, quickly undoing himself as you opened your door, He barely had his open when you closed yours and began to walk, “Oh come on (Y/N)! Hold up!” he called after you and you smiled to yourself.

“Come on old man, you wanted to see the city and I’m gonna show you the city.”

Steve had finally caught up to you as you both exited the garage he looked down towards you, “I’m from Brooklyn, you know,” he nudged you and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” you replied, nudging him back in his side, “but I want to show you something.”

Steve nodded, and walked beside you through the crowded street, noting that you two were pretty close to your apartment building from what he could remember about the surroundings, but you led him down another few blocks away, and the people seemed to almost disappear. It was quiet, and it was noticeably cooler than before. The sun was positioned lower, giving the city an orange hue as you grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his daze, “Come here,” you motioned up to a townhouse, where it looked like there was a gangle of people inside.

“So where are we?” he asked as you walked up the steps, and from the window he could see a red headed woman sip at her drink and meet his eyes, then almost dash to the door.

“I thought it’d be fun to introduce you to,” the door swung open, and you motioned forward, “Natasha Romanoff.”

Nat had her hip on the door and her drink in one hand as she reached out for Steve to take the other, “Truly a pleasure,” she smiled beautifully at him and he glanced your way before taking her hand with a smile, “hm nice grip. Why don’t you two come in.”

She opened the door wider and you led him in, there was small group of people in her living room and a couple in the kitchen pouring themselves drinks. Natasha put her arm on Steve’s back, guiding him away from you, and you hadn’t even noticed you were still holding his hand until his fingers dragged form your palm.

“Steve, this is my husband, Clint,” she introduced, and the two men looked at each other with a half smile, “Clint, distract him while we go talk about Steve.”

You narrowed your eyes as she dragged your away, and you mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ towards your fake fiancé, who nodded slightly before you disappeared around the corner.

“I’m glad you came,” she said as she pulled a whine glass out off the counter and started to pour you a drink, “first tell me, how was that house?”

“Oh Nat.. It really was beautiful. Really like a dream come true.”

She grinned and handed you your glass, and you tapped it with your finger, causing her to raise her brow, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, taking a quick glance over your shoulder, “I just feel bad, with the whole.. y’know.”

“Oh the whole James and you sleeping together thing?” Her saying that made you take a deep breath and take a large sip of your drink.

“Listen, it was just sex, and Steve and you aren’t..together for real, don’t feel bad,” she touched your arm, “but really, wow he is easy on the eyes.”

You smiled as she walked back towards her husband, and you caught a quick glimpse of Steve. He really was easy on the eyes. Especially those pretty blue eyes, and his short beard and soft looking hair.

You realized you didn’t really know much about him, just a very teeny tiny bit. You took another sip of your drink and decided to go over to him. He was chatting with another guy, slightly shorter, you recognized him a bit from Nat’s circle of friends, and stood to the side before Steve noticed you there.

“Hey,” he greeted with a smile and motioned over to his new friend, “have you met Sam?”

“Nope don’t think so,” you replied, and Steve almost automatically wrapped an arm around you and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Sam this is (Y/N), I thought you two would know each other since you run in the same crowd.”

“Ah well, we may work together, but no where near one another, just hearsay really.”

There was a knock on the front door that you were able to tune out, and you found yourself slowly lean into Steve’s side. You were relaxed, a very very slight buzz caused a warming sensation in your throat, as you felt Steve breath evenly beside you. You raised your glass to your lips as you heard a familiar laugh behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, and had to do a double take at the person entering Natasha’s home.

James was here.

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kpurereactions · 7 years ago

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Im Yours | Part two

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 FINALE

It's been three weeks. Three weeks of waking up early to be welcomed by BamBam, who now was so comfortable with you he started waiting in your living room and helping himself to coffee once he got there. Three weeks of the tinted car ride to the house filled with jokes and laughing as you and BamBam picked on the driver. Three weeks of making three meals a day for seven boys, and three weeks of still not knowing who the hell the seventh person was.

You didn't mind though, the boys you did know were enough as it was, given their loud personalities. You'd find yourself in between meals still with the boys who came and went in usually groups of two. You knew they were mainly in there for the snacks you'd make but you enjoyed their company so much you didn't care. That didn't stop you from teasing them though.

"Can it Youngjae, I know you're only in here cause I'm preparing you a stupid cheese platter." Or "If I throw out this cookie dough would you leave me alone?"

Today was just like all those before, but today Yugyeom would take his boss the egg Benedict you had prepared before you turned to prepare it for the rest of the boys. Jackson always seemed to make you laugh so hard that you almost dropped your spatula, which would send Youngjae into a fit of giggles. BamBam finally walked into the kitchen, his eyes going from tired to excited as he watched the commotion around you.

"Oh, hey Bam, can you add oregano, vanilla extract, and more eggs to the grocery list?" You started as he walked over to sit on his usual spot on the counter. You turned in time to see him nod and you noticed something on the collar of his shirt. Wiping your hands on your apron you approached him and took the fabric between your fingers.

"Did you nick yourself while shaving?" You asked, eyebrows pushing together as you pinpointed the spot as blood.

"What?" He'd say rubbing his hands down his neck. "I don't think so?"

"There's blood on your collar..." you said pulling at it more incase there was a cut somewhere else he didn't notice.

As you pulled at his shirt, BamBam let his eyes flick up to Jackson and Youngjae, all of them knowing perfect that that wasn't BamBams blood.

"Take your shirt off Ill try to get that out." You said patting his chest and bringing his attention back to you.

Without wanting you to ask any more questions or suspect anything he quietly stripping of his jacket and white shirt while you quickly finish breakfast, Yugyeom and Mark entering. The kitchen just as you slid the communal plate across the counter to them. You turned back to BamBam and thanked him as he handed you his shirt.

"I cut my finger." He lied, folding his arms over his chest that was still covered by a wife beater.

You nodded and crouched, pulling a few things out from under the sink before turning the faucet on. The boys watched you scrub at the stain, cursing it as it only faded a little.

"BamBam how long ago did you cut your finger!? It's not budging!" You said, knowing that around the 12 hour mark was when this concoction you're grandmother had taught you stopped working well. He just shrugged and took another bite of his food.

You gave up, it wasn't going to come out fully and you were surprised you were even able to get it to turn to more of a light coffee stain color.

"Don't wait so long next time, BamBam, damn." You scolded tossing his shirt back to him.

Jackson chuckled at this, the thought of you scolding one of them was humorous, especially since if you knew how he really got that stain you wouldn't have even been in the same room as him.

"What do you MEAN he slipped?" Jaebum said dangerously to all of the boys as they crowded around the table. Seeing BamBam returning to his room without his shirt sparked curiosity in Jaebums eye. He didn't expect to have to deal with the fact that BamBam was wearing the blood of the man he had beat into talking the night before.

"At least she thinks it's mine!" He said waving a hand.

"This time!" Jaebum said smacking the table hard, causing everyone to jump and fully look at him. "I've been nice. I've let you have your friend. There was ONE RULE!" He said siting down to try and calm himself but just working himself back up again.

"If any of you slip up and she becomes suspicious, you are the one who'll get to shoot your new friend." He said before waving his hand.

You didn't mind that no one was in the kitchen with you, usually after breakfast no one was as they all left to get work done. You took this time to start preparing the meat for dinner, creating a dry rub and needing the meat through it. The sound of a light bang followed by the sound of muffled yelling startled you, but made you smirk and after a few minutes when Yugyeom and Jackson filed back into the kitchen and started to pick at the nuts you were going to use during lunch, you looked at them smugly.

"Someone got in troubleeeee." You teased not looking up from the meat you were working.

"You're a smart ass." Jackson said.

"What are you gonna do." You shrugged getting Yugyeom to laugh slightly.

You were really excited for dinner. You were making a personal favorite so when the boys slowly started to file into the kitchen from the smell all you could do was smile. Everyone was there, to include Jinyoung who had warmed up quite a bit since you first met him. Right now he was laughing at something Yugyeom had said his eyes watching your hands as they worked.

"Wow it smells amazing in here." You heard from beside you. You watched everyone straighten in the seat and BamBam hopped of the counter before you turned to the voice.

He was even more handsome up close than he was from where he stood in the balcony. His hair now sleekly swept away from his face and in one of the nicest suits you have ever seen. His lips had turned slightly up as he smiled at you before looking down to the food thy was cooking in front of you. Looking to Jackson you mouthed boss? And nodded when he rose his eyebrows as a way to say yes.

"Um, Brown sugar glazed porkchops with garlic lemon asparagus and a balsamic peach and feta salad." You said telling him the menu for dinner.

"Very impressive. Do you mind if I join you all?" He asked, his eyes not leaving your face as you smiled.

"The big bad boss is finally coming out of his cave?" It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it and seeing the way Yugyeom's head snapped up to you instantly mumbled a sorry.

But the sound of him chuckling made you, and really everyone else in front of you, snap your head to look at him.

"Jinyoung was right, you do have a mouth on you." His smile dropped slightly but the spark behind his eye was still there.

"It's both a blessing and a curse." You shrugged biting your lip a little while making him chuckle again.

Dinner was a little awkward for the boys with him there, but you found yourself enjoying that he was there, as he asked you question after question. At one point his eyes tightened and his lips opened to revile the most beautiful smile you ever seen. You couldn't help but blush as he laughed, thanking yourself that it was an embarrassing story.

"Were such bad friends." Mark, who was still chuckling softly at your story of how you ran around your neighborhood naked until you were 7, said pulling your attention away to look at him. "We've been your friends for what? Three weeks now? I feel like I've learned more about you in the 20 minutes Jaebum has been sitting here." He said as everyone agreed.

"Well to be fair the only thing I know about you guys is your name." You shrugged, not really caring since they were fun to be around.

"Y/n." Jaebum said, obviously about to change the subject. "I think it's safe to say having you here is great for all of us, but BamBam was telling me you live almost an hour away?" He said, the rest of the boys sitting up and smiling as if they knew what was going to be said next.

"Yeah.. never realize how much you guys wear me out till we get in the car to go home." You said chuckling.

"They are behaving right?" He asked raising an eyebrow, you smiled noticing the two moles that kissed the bottom of his brow.

"If they weren't I'm pretty handy with my knife skills so you don't have to worry about me." You said making everyone around you laugh.

"Good to know. These guys can be animals sometimes." He said slightly raising his eyebrow even more as all the others looked to their neighbor trying not to be too cocky at the compliment their boss had given them.

You had stayed a little big longer that night, red wine flowing around the large table you all settled in. The boys even started to open up a little, chiming in with child hood stories here and there. You found yourself completely entranced by Jaebum as you laughed at everything he said and turning to look at him every time he made a noise. It was the getting to the point where you were blushing at every word he said towards you.

"Damn this wine..." you said looking at the last sip you had, shaking your head as the boys laughed before you're hands went to your hot cheeks.

"Okay, I'm going to start cleaning so I can go home." You said fanning your hot face before standing up.

"Don't worry about it," Jaebum started, catching your hand as you started to reach for his plate. "The boys will do it." He said.

You looked to the boys who all fell into a grumpy state before standing up and taking their plates. You sat back down and thanked Yugyeom for taking yours before turning back to Jaebum.

"I still should probably get home though, I'm a monster in the morning if I don't get eight hours." You said shrugging slightly.

"Alright. Let's go." He said smiling before instructing Jinyoung to get your things.

"Really, I can get my own stuff." You said as Jinyoung disappeared into the kitchen.

"Y/n, you have been basically babysitting these guys the least they can do for you is collect your knives. You shrugged at this, he wasn't lying.

When Jinyoung returned he bowed slightly before telling you goodnight and soon BamBam was exiting the kitchen.

"I think I'll join you tonight, if that's alright." He said looking to BamBam who just nodded and took your things.

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for @kahlilravishans, my wife’s, bday || part 8 of 8

ok so this is it… the end. this was going to be second but i thought why not end with this. this is where it is going to get a bit emotional… so if you don’t want to hear all the gay that i am about to say then just look at the pretty edit. emily you are not allowed to skip this so buckle up babe… because you know how i can get when i decide i want to gift you some words… ok here we go!

ok so funny story… i wasn’t gonna start out this way but i was going through the early days of our tag and well i wished you a happy bday a year ago.. specifically while you were trying to get through interludes. so can you believe its been a fucking year since icos and our 12 hours skype sessions. those were the days were our relationship grew from “still had some chill” to “are you sure you two aren’t dating” so damn that book series. but seriously just needed to point that out. now here comes my incoherent babbling about how much i love you and how much you really mean to me.

so, i’m pretty sure everyone knows the story of how me and emily met. god knows we talk about it enough. but it wouldn’t be an emotional emily and laura post if i don’t mention it so lol. i remember it, that february day, oh god. so she idk follows me or finds my blog and at the time i had a neil url and she just starts yelling at me on the chat. that stupid fucking messaging system. and of course i just start screaming back. and in the back of my mind i’m thinking how do i get this nerd girl to keep talking to me about our foxes and really i didn’t have to do much bc we exchanged numbers (she made me get a whatsapp) the next hour. and guys look.. i didn’t do this type of stuff before. i randomly talked to people and the only person i kept in contact with was my irlbff. so emily was not a normal occurrence. but anyways she asked if she could call and my heart was like beating out of my chest cause omfg what the fuck but of course i said yes and that’s how i find myself outside mid day on a february in texas walking around my front yard, my backyard, and yelling about literally everything we had in common at the time.

now, i thought this girl is awesome and every part of me wanted to keep talking to her but i just knew that we’d talk for a month a few at max and then you know that thing would happen where you just lost connection, even tho i felt like i had just found like part of my soul.

not what happened. the next week or couple of weeks we had our first skype session.. it lasted 6 hours yall. like who does that with someone they just met. fast forward to late august of 2016 and there we are getting into icos against our better judgement and there its kind of history. with our 12 hour skype sessions. and us eating dinner and breakfast together on opposite ends of the world and in complete different timezones. and i don’t know if something just clicked then cause we were already too close for our situation. but after that it was like i knew that this wasn’t some fluke this was real. and i HAD found a part of my soul. and god that’s cheesy but it’s fucking true. i’d run to the end of the world for this girl. and i’d do it multiple times.

so that’s part of the story i guess. but i’m not done talking and emily i’m sorry babe but you know how i get i’m gonna write some more here so really buckle up.

when i say i love you emily, i truly mean it with every part of me. i’ve never had a relationship like i have with you and the ones i had that came close don’t even touch to what we have. you’re so much more than my best friend and i don’t have a word for it and i don’t think words could justify it. but you keep my world spinning sometimes and then others you can make it stop. you are my rock when i need someone to ground me. you are the light in my life when i can’t seem to even get one positive thought in my mind. you support me through everything that i do and truly believe that i can be great at my career and in life in general. and i don’t know where i would be without you.

you’re a good listener. you give great advice. and sometimes you just help me to stop thinking. you do so much for me and i hope that on the flipside i’m doing everything that i can for you. our relationship isn’t perfect and i’m glad it isn’t im glad that we can talk as honestly as we do and that we don’t keep anything from each other. and sometimes i’m amazed at how honest we can be bc so much of our relationship is over text or phone and its so easy to not say things when you’re not in person. but i would never let myself not be fully myself with you and that comes down to even the parts of me that i don’t want anyone to see.

i’m also so happy that i’m the person that you talk to even when you don’t want to talk to anyone. i can’t believe i’m that person for someone, that person that even when the world is too much i’m not. that you trust me enough to be that person… it means… literally everything to me.

you are always the highlight of my day, your snaps, texts, stupid messages, emojis, the fact that we’re each others screensavers. god that is freakin gay wow. i wanted to go through posts and like remember our relationship for the PAST YEAR AND A HALF CAN YOU BELIEVE LOL. but haa its like 55 pages and i don’t think i could summarize the best points cause they’re all just so good. we’re fucking legendary sometimes, you know. god this is a mess. this girl knew there was a hurricane happening in texas before i could tell her and has been the most dramatic about it. so if that says anything.

“Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.”

This quote, this fucking quote ok wow. like ya do shit for yourself and you can create your own happiness blah blah like cool but babe sometimes you are the thing that makes me feel alive. and knowing that there is someone out there that loves me as much as i’m 100% you do keeps me going day to day. i’d swim across the damn fucking ocean for you. and one day we’ll get to see each other in person and it’ll probably be the best damn time of our lives and i can’t fucking wait for it bc it’s gonna happen. and we’re gonna road trip with son and yell at each other about music and scream in person about our favorite characters and spend hours reading together and probably some times on our computers not talking, bc honestly half our skype sessions are us just silently soaking in each other’s company and i wouldn’t change that for the world.

you are without a doubt one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important and i can’t explain how it feels to have someone that knows me as well as you do and to have that in return with you. i love that as our relationship has grown it’s gone from we have all these things in common in fandom to we have certain fandom things in common but our lives are intertwined and even if we had nothing like that in common it wouldn’t matter. i know you have class on wednesday, i know you can’t skype in the early hours of morning but you will take my call. i know you live in the middle of nowhere and it takes like an hour to get to the city. i know your dad is australian but 50% of the time i hear him speak it’s with that terrible american accent. and well here…

The things i know about emily: she hates coffee but she will try every concoction she can to stay awake while reading, she loves her new puppy even though she said she wasn’t that attached, she has way too many comics (this girl set up a store on ebay ok), she is the most indecisive person to ever grace the earth, her books are arranged in alphabetic order correctly but only after i made sure they were correct, she loves rock music and can’t stand pop, she’s one of the most gorgeous people in the world but doesn’t believe it (uhm she should tho), she…. ok i could go on forever and i can never do those questions on tumblr bc i know everything about her.

omg this should prob end soon, but like ok emily this is just a mess and i’m sorry but just if you didn’t know i love you more than anything and i hope you have a wonderful day and that we have many more bdays of yours to celebrate even when you don’t want to celebrate them. i’m so glad that you messaged me that day bc there would be a hole in my life without you. you’re amazing, incredible, outstanding, kind, hilarious, an asshole, and like my soulmate. also i’m listening to stand by me while writing this (the power rangers version) so just… i’m about to cry with how much you mean.

to emily: i love you i love you i love you. and i will love you until the stars i’m looking at now and the ones you will see when you’re reading this can be looked at while we sit with each other outside one of our houses. and i will keep loving you through the distance and the ocean and the fights and the tears and the stubbornness of the world for not letting us be closer in the first place. you have undoubtedly changed my life for the better. you have made me a better person. more confident, happier, and somehow calm. there are days when you make my heart race (gay) and days when you make me still. (raven cycle much). you are my person (lol grey’s) and you are the first person i think of in any situation (laura no we don’t want to hear about this emily girl in australia). so baby girl, again i hope you have the best day and obviously the best life and i’m just so glad that i get to be a part of it even from so far away. i love you (to the moon and back and all that shit) <3

Oh, won’t you take me from this valley To that mountain high above? I will pray, pray, pray Until I see your smiling face. I will pray, pray, pray To the one I love.

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I now realise that I knew nothing and know nothing, but back when my career was beginning, I thought I was a man when, in fact, I was a dewy-eyed boy who’d not seen an avocado or eaten a tomato. – James Nesbitt • I have this wonderful personal chef who sources and stocks all my organic produce and I basically live on five smoothies a day. I’m totally vegan. I blend this green concoction with kale, cucumber, broccoli, string beans, avocado. My protein comes from protein powder. There is absolutely no milk, butter, cheese. – Larry Hagman • I love things that are indescribable, like the taste of an avocado or the smell of a gardenia. – Barbra Streisand • I normally don’t love green juices, but Body & Eden makes theirs tasty by blending ingredients like avocado and banana with the usual suspects like kale and spinach. 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Just ask for fresh avocado slices, and you could have that. – Sandra Cisneros • I use a lot of spices, fresh veggies and fruit, extra virgin olive oil, nuts, avocado, soybeans and organic ingredients as often as possible. We need fat in our diets and using the healthier fats is key. – Todd English • I use color as my chief guide. But I always squeeze an avocado – you want the fruit to feel close to the skin. If you can feel a separation, the avocado is past its prime. The avocado should have a little give, but not much. – Dorie Greenspan • I’d go to the farmers’ market in Santa Barbara, and I’d put out my guitar case, and I’d test out these little ditty songs that I would write, and I would get a couple of avocados, a bag of pistachios, and, like, fifteen bucks. 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Also: senior school? – Gwyneth Paltrow • The avocado is a food without rival among the fruits, the veritable fruit of paradise – David Fairchild • The California I knew, old rancho California, is gone. It just doesn’t exist, except maybe in little pockets. I lived on the edge of the Mojave Desert, an area that used to be farm country. There were all these fresh-produce stands with avocados and date palms. You could get a dozen artichokes for a buck or something. Totally wiped out now. – Sam Shepard • The cucumber and the tomato are both fruit; the avocado is a nut. To assist with the dietary requirements of vegetarians, on the first Tuesday of the month a chicken is officially a vegetable. – Jasper Fforde • The real secret to guacamole is that you use exactly the elements that you need, which is cilantro, onion, tomato, and jalapenos. And, of course, avocado. – Demian Bichir • This is my breakfast: Two poached eggs, turkey bacon, and a half avocado. The yolks in a poached egg are alkalizing. Avocados are a great source of fat and vitamin E; great for your skin. Its super light and not too heavy. Sometimes I like a little sweet as well, so I have a cup of plain yogurt with blueberries. – April Bowlby • Three days a week and Im home at the ranch in Fallbrook with my avocados. – Martin Milner • We don’t care if these girls want to eat their men. That’s the Piranha Man’s problem. We just want the avocados. – J. F. Lawton • We’re [Avocado League] trying to just urge people to add avocado into their diet. It’s healthy and full of vitamins and minerals. – Jennie Finch • What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!–and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons? – Allen Ginsberg • You can’t sow an apple seed and expect to get an avocado tree. 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