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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years ago

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I Will Always Wait For You - Chapter 15

Pairing: Francisco "Frankie/Catfish" Morales x F!reader

Word Count: 5200+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I’M SORRY

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<<Chapter 14

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You manage a quick text to Santi, letting him know you were at your place and if Frankie calls looking for you, to tell him to fuck off. You don’t give any more details and Santi respects that - he never prys or asks, aside from asking if you’re ok. And honestly, you’re not sure.

Frankie obviously felt very defensive when it came to the drug issue, so him accusing you of sleeping with Benny probably came from a place of frustration with that. Or was it deflection? He had been acting strangely lately. Could he be back on whatever drugs had caused his wreck? Or something worse?

You stomp around your home for a bit, deep in thought and anger at the audacity of Frankie to even contemplate that. Deciding to take a shower to cool off, you do just that. And the waters helps - a bit anyway. When you step out, you’re still upset, but the edge is gone, replaced with exhaustion. Although you’re not sure if you’ll be able to sleep.

Just then, your phone rings and you glance down at it on your nightstand to see Frankie’s picture light up the screen. Flipping off the screen, you slide the red button and turn your phone off. Santi already knows where you are and you can’t deal with Frankie right now.

As you slide into bed, your thoughts linger on that asshole, wondering how he was going to try and dig himself out of the hole he had been burying himself in for weeks.

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Sun rays hit your face, making your skin pleasantly warm as you blink awake. Somehow, you’d managed to fall and stay asleep, no doubt due to mental exhaustion. And physical exhaustion, considering how Frankie had pounced on you the moment he walked in the door-

No. None of that. You’re mad.

Stretching, you sit up and glance at your phone, remembering you had turned it off before bed. Holding the power button, the logo pops up on the screen and you head into the bathroom to wash your face and such. Multiple notification sounds go off on your phone and you wish you had hit silent before letting it boot up.

Moisturizer in place, you sigh, heading back to the bed and sitting on it, grabbing your phone and looking at the screen. A handful of texts from Santi just making sure you’re ok and asking if you wanted to meet for breakfast to chat. You know he has to be super busy with the upcoming move, so you shoot him a text back saying you’ll be fine and he should use that time for himself.

A few more texts were from Benny, also checking on you because Frankie had apparently called him as well. Another quick text off to him and Will, who had also texted you, letting them know you were fine, before you stopped at Frankie’s name. There were more than a few texts and missed calls from him, all saying virtually the same thing.

“Hermosa, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was just tired.”

“I was just jealous of the time you two spend together. I know you wouldn’t do anything.”

“Ben is like my brother too. I’m so sorry.”

“Please Hermosa. Just let me know you’re ok.”

“Santi told me you’re at your place. I’ll come by in the morning and hope you’ll let me in.”

“I love you, so much. Please just…I love you.”

Tears fall and you let them, a few dropping onto the phone but then you hear knocking at your front door. Furiously wiping at your face, you glance in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable before walking to the door, opening it to find Frankie, holding a bag from your favorite bakery in one hand with his cane and a drink caddy with 2 coffees in it in the other. His brown eyes are wide, apologetic and sorry, just like a puppy who got caught doing something he shouldn’t. How does he do that with his eyes?

“Hermosa. I- I didn’t think you’d answer.”

Taking a few moments to respond, you finally decide to speak to him. “Almost didn’t.”

He nods, glancing down at the ground before looking back up at you. “I brought you some breakfast. Your favorites from that coffee shop on Main.”

“Why do you think I opened the door?”

“I was hoping they would-”

You step back and open the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside.

“I can come inside?” He asks, hopefully.

“You usually do.”

It slips out before you can help it and you find yourself trying to fight back a smirk, Frankie trying to do the same as he takes in your expression.

“Can’t disagree there.”

Frankie steps past you, his scent filling your nose, mixing pleasantly with the food as he heads towards the kitchen, setting the bag and drinks on the table, moving to pull everything out and set it up. You lock the door and follow him, watching as he moves around, placing breakfast sandwiches and your favorite pastry down on a plate, checking the coffee label to make sure it’s the right one before setting that down too. He pulls the chair out and gestures to it.

“Come sit? Please?”

Sighing, you take a seat, allowing Frankie to scoot your chair in before he sits himself, setting his cane off to the side. It’s quiet as you both eat, not sure of what to say or who should start.

“Hermosa…I am so sorry.”

Frankie first, then.

He swallows hard, setting down his coffee as his eyes lock onto yours.

“I didn’t mean anything I said. I don’t think you’re sleeping with Ben. You’d never do that, espeically after…after our history.”

“Then why say those things? All of those hurtful things? Like I don’t know you?”

He nods, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I really have no excuse. I was tired, and honestly in a fair amount of pain and I just…I guess I got a little jealous and it just slipped out in anger. I didn’t mean any of it. I love you, Hermosa.”

“Jealousy is not a great color on you, Frankie.”

“I thought you said I looked good in every color.”

He smiles, but when you don’t, he coughs, dropping the smile from his face.

“I know. I’m so sorry. I called Ben last night to see if you had gone there and he told me off for pissing you off. Just like a brother would. Actually, I think he had a girl there-”

“Yeah. He had a date with Olivia. He met her at a fight.”

“Really? He hasn’t brought her around.”

“Wasn’t sure if it would stick.”

“You’ve met her?”

“Yeah she’s been there the last time or 2 that I was helping Ben. She joined us and we all had a fuck party.”

“....ok I deserve that.”

“You do. But we’re not here to talk about Benny’s love life, or lack thereof.”

“You’re right. What can I do to make it up to you, Hermosa?”

That was the million dollar question.

“I’m not sure, Frankie. How about…therapy? You’ve been through so much, with the accident and Aurelia and everything. It would probably be helpful.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, pulling out his phone. He brings up a screen and slides it across the table towards you. On it, was an appointment confirmation with a therapist.

“I had the same idea.”

Love overwhelms and quells the anger inside of you. Standing, you take a step towards him, leaning over and grabbing his cane, handing it to him as you straighten up. Frankie’s eyes are wide and concerned, like he thinks you’re going to kick him out.

“What, uh…what’s happening?”

Leaning down again, you place each of your hands on his thighs, gripping them slightly as you get close to his face.

“I do believe I asked you to come inside. Are you going to make good on that?”

Immediately his eyes darken, lust consuming him as he fidgets in his chair. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he nods frantically.

“Absolutely.”

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Frankie starts therapy just as he said he would and he seems to be getting better. Or maybe better at hiding something? You hate the way this thought creeps into your mind, unwelcome and at the most inopportune times. But there was so much going on, with Santi leaving soon and Aurelia all but demanding you be at Frankie’s to play with as well, you didn’t really have time to think about it.

One day, you drop off lunch to Frankie at work, a day without Aurelia and Elizabeth there. He’s so close to getting his license reinstated - just a couple more flying hours before his practical exam. He’s trying to hide his nerves, but you can see it in his eyes, the way he taps his fingers, like he always has to keep moving.

Rick walks in and you catch Frankie stiffen at his friend’s arrival. What’s that about?

“Hey Frank! Ready to finish up those hours tonight?”

Frankie meets the gaze of his friend and it takes him a moment to reply. “I uh…I don’t know.”

Rick laughs, clapping Frankie on the shoulder. “You’re doing great, Frank. You’ve got this in the bag. Besides, we always have fun, don’t we?”

Rick smiles and Frankie chuckles nervously, his eyes shifting between you and Rick. Why is he acting so weird around Rick? Ok, weirder than normal?

Rick says hi to you and speaks to Frankie as he heads towards the back door. “See you in 20.”

“Yeah.”

The door closes and Frankie visibly relaxes, his shoulders relaxing back into their normal position. He grabs the rest of his sandwich and starts to eat, a little faster than before Rick had appeared.

“You ok, Frankie?”

“What?” Crumbs fly out of his mouth as he speaks and he quickly grabs a napkin to cover his mouth.

“You look…I don’t know. Nervous?”

He swallows the bite and takes a sip of his drink. “Well..yeah. I mean, after these couple of hours, I have the practical exam next week.”

Waving your hand, you shake your head. “Not the test. You’ll nail that. But…has Rick said something to upset you? I mean, you always look slightly nervous around him but today it’s…different.”

A look you can't determine flashes across Frankie’s face before a gentle smile settles. “No. Just jitters about the test. I’m fine, Hermosa.”

You study him for a moment longer before reaching out and caressing his cheek, the patchy stubble rubbing against your skin. Frankie moans quietly into the touch, placing his large, warm hand over yours.

“Better?” You ask.

He nods. “Always better when I’m with you.”

His hand comes to the back of your head and pulls you to him, placing a soft kiss to your lips. His tongue starts to explore your mouth when the back door flies open, Rick yelling to Frankie.

“Let’s g- oh! Sorry I’ll give you a minute.”

Chuckling, Rick closes the door behind him. Frankie sighs, the kiss having been interrupted.

“I gotta get out there, Hermosa. He may literally drag me from the room if I don’t.”

You laugh. “I understand. We’ll continue this later?”

His eyes darken a few shades. “Of course. I have much more to say.”

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The weekend passes quickly, Frankie looking increasingly more nervous as the exam gets closer. You try to help him relax as much as you could, cooking him is favorite meals, baths, bedroom, telling him how brilliant he is at flying, all of it. And while it helps, you know he’s still doubting himself.

Exam day comes and you drive Frankie to Flyboyz. The test administrator would meet Frankie at the strip and test him there. Frankie made sure to arrive early, starting a small makeout session in his truck before hopping out when he sees an unfamiliar car making its way towards the main building.

“You got this, Frankie! I love you!”

“Love you too!”

The test would take a few hours as they had to do pre-flight and post flight checks, as well as the actual flying. So you drove into town, making sure you had all the ingredients for his favorite meal. Frankie would find out immediately following the exam whether he passed or he’d have to retake it.

As if the stress of the exam wasn’t enough, Santi would be leaving for Colombia in a few days, having postponed his departure a couple of times due to paperwork taking longer than expected. You meet up with him for a quick bite to eat before heading back to wait for Frankie.

“You’re gonna miss me when I’m in Colombia.”

Laughing, you look at Santi. “I love how that was a statement and not a question.”

He smiles, his eyes twinkling at you. “I know my worth.”

A few hugs later and you depart, parking Frankie’s truck in the lot and heading inside to wait for him. Glancing out of the back door window, you see Frankie and the test administrator doing post flight checks. It’s hard to tell from this distance, but it seems like Frankie has extra pep in his step, even with the cane. You give them their space, sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting area and flipping through your emails. Eventually, they walk in the back door, both laughing at some joke the administrator made.

“Alright. Well it was very nice to meet you, Mr. Morales. And again, congratulations.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The man leaves and the second the door closes, your head snaps to Frankie, a questioning look in your eyes. A smile stretches wide across his face as he starts nodding.

“I GOT IT! I’M LICENSED AGAIN!”

Jumping up, you whoop, running over to him and throwing your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss.

“I knew you could do it!”

His hands settle on your hips, gripping them tightly. “I’m glad one of us had confidence in me.”

Kissing him again, you grind your hips slightly against him, feeling him half hard in his jeans already as he groans.

“Hermosa, we can’t. Rick is around and the camera is on.”

You huff, sticking out your lip in a pout. “Fine…do you have to finish your workday?”

“I-”

The backdoor opens and Rick walks in. “Frank?”

You pull back from Frankie so he could turn halfway towards Rick, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. “I’m licensed!”

A giant laugh erupts from Rick and he walks to Frankie, clapping him on the back. “I knew you could do it!” He looks over Frankie’s shoulder and sees you standing there. He gives you a wink before looking back at Frankie. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? Go home and celebrate with your girl.”

“Really? You sure you can handle things?”

“Frank, I was doing this before you got here. I’ll be fine.”

“Ok…uh thanks, Rick.”

Hopping in the truck a few moments later, Frankie pulls out of the drive and starts to head towards the house. But a minute later, you place your hand on his thigh.

“Can you pull off onto that access road?”

“Sure. Everything ok?” Frankie asks as he turns down a small road that has one small curve that hides the electric boxes behind some bushes and small trees.

As soon as he shifts into park, you unbuckle your belt, practically launching yourself across the bench seat at him. He makes a noise of surprise as you pull him to you, lips crashing into his, but then he rallies, pulling you even closer as his tongue pushes your lips open. Your hand slides down his chest, cupping him over the bulge in his pants and he breaks the kiss to gasp. You pull him to you again, your hand now undoing his button and zipper, sliding in to grip him.

“Fuck, Hermosa..” Frankie pants into your mouth as you finally manage to free him, hard cock springing out of his pants.

Without a word, you fling you leg over his lap, sliding your panties over, his fingers gripping your hips to run himself through your increasingly wet folds. Heavy breaths and moans fill the cab of the truck before he finally pushes into you with a little more force than normal, causing you to cry out his name.

“Shit, are you ok?”

Nodding, you put both of your hands on either side of his face, kissing him gently on the lips before slightly pulling back, your hips starting to rock over him. Frankie’s grip on you tightens, fingers digging into you as he matches your increasing pace, thrusting up into you and smiling faintly between his own pants and moans. It’s not long before you come, fingers gripping the hair at the back of his neck as his name spills from your lips.You’re barely down from you release when Frankie shifts his hips and yours, punching up into you to chase his own high. A few thrusts later, his head flies back, fingernails digging into your hips, your name on his lips as he spills inside of you. Several moments pass as you both try to catch your breath, the windows already fogging up. Gently, you put your hands on either side of his face and pull him up, staring into his deep brown eyes.

“I am so proud of you, Frankie. So proud.”

He smiles and it lights up the car, his eyes twinkling and he pulls you to him for a gentle kiss.

“Thank you.”

Eventually, you climb off of him and dab yourself clean with some wipes from his glovebox, noticing the lust in his eyes when Frankie realizes you’ve left him mostly inside of you. Walking up to his house, Frankie puts his arm around your shoulder and holds you close to him.

“I love you, Hermosa.”

“I love you too Frankie.”

He unlocks the door, looking back at you with a mixture of that love and lust when-

“CONGRATULATIONS!!”

Frankie’s head snaps around, looking at the faces of all of his friends and his parents, everyone whooping and congratulating him. A small but mighty slam into his legs and he sees Aurelia there, smiling up at her dad.

“You fly again?”

He kneels to her level and hugs her tight, her little hands trying to reach around his massive shoulders but not even close to succeeding.

“I am! I’m so glad you’re here, Aurelia!”

He looks back up at you, the smile on your face a little guilty.

“You! You planned this, didn’t you?” He tries to look upset, but he can’t hold back his smile.

“Maaaybe. Were you surprised?”

Frankie nods and releases Aurelia, standing up and rubbing his legs. He leans in to kiss the side of your cheek and speaks low in your ear.

“Is that why we took a detour?”

“Did you expect me to wait?”

He smirks, kissing you on the lips this time, Benny whooping in the background.

“Come on, Frankie. Let’s go celebrate you!”

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A few nights after Frankie’s party, he calls you from work to tell you he’s celebrating with Rick, as well as thanking him for all he’s done to help with getting his flying hours finished.

“Sounds good, Frankie. Have fun, be safe, and I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Deciding to stay at his house for the night rather than make the trek back to your place, you clean up a bit, knowing Frankie would grumble something about being able to do it himself. Making extra for dinner, you boxed up a portion of food for him in case he got hungry when he got home. Expecting a later night, you got ready for bed and crawled in, turning on the tv to some random rom com and falling asleep rather quickly.

Startling awake, the room was dark, the tv having turned off with the sleep timer. Patting the bed next to you, all you feel are cold sheets. Pausing to listen, you hear no other sounds in the house indicating that anyone was home. How long have I been out?

Glancing at the nightstand, you see 3am stamped across it and frown. You knew it would be late but this is…don’t bars typically close at 2am around here? Thinking he may have left a text or a voicemail, you grab your phone off the nightstand and see nothing - no new text or missed calls, nothing to indicate Frankie had tried to get ahold of you. Navigating to his name, you call him…to no answer. Maybe he’s asleep? Or it’s loud?

You try again a few more times with no success, so you leave a voicemail, following it up with a few texts sent over the course of several minutes. Worry sets in and you get up, using the bathroom before coming back to check your phone - nothing. It’s too late and, with nothing from him, you decide to make the calls.

Benny answers and hasn’t seen him, neither has Will, Santi, or Tom, who told you to fuck off for calling so late and that Frankie is probably passed out in his truck somewhere. Trying to contact Frankie again with still no response, you throw on some clothes and grab your keys and bag, hopping in your car and driving down the road. You have no clue if he’d gone to a bar or restaurant, or even to Rick’s house. Wherever that was. Thinking Flyboyz might have answers, even if someone’s vehicle was left there, you drive in that direction, pulling into a parking lot that wasn’t empty, lights clearly on in the main office building.

It was hard to see through the front windows clearly, even in the daytime, but the lights and the faint sound of music told you there were people inside. Frankie’s truck was parked in the lot, his typical spot he parked in when he came into work. A quick glance inside told you he wasn’t sleeping in it, so you turn and head towards the building and around the back, hoping to come in through the back entrance. The door opens for you, not locked because who would be here at 3am? Pushing it open, the sound of music grows louder, but not so loud that you’d have to scream. It’s a little foggy in the hall leading towards the main space, smelling of cigars and pot. Waving your hand in front of your face, you stop as the hall ends and it opens up into the main space, where people typically wait for flights and where Frankie’s desk is…or was. You’re not sure how that works anymore now that he’s flying.

No one has heard you, or at least no one has indicated they’d heard you or seen you, as no one turns to look at your sudden appearance, all absorbed in whatever they were doing. Rick was lounging against Frankie’s desk, taking a drag from a cigar and talking to another guy that you’d seen around Flyboyz, one of the mechanics. Your eyes scan the room and see liquor bottles with varying degrees of liquid inside of them, some completely empty and some untouched. On the coffee table in front of the row of chairs where people wait, you saw a small mirror, a random credit card or debit card, a rolled up dollar bill, and several small, empty, clear baggies scattered around the table, obviously having been opened and used.

But none of that sticks in your head because your eyes land on Frankie’s jeans and travel up to him, sitting in one of the chairs, body slightly turned towards Rick and the mechanic. He says something to them in response, obviously deeply involved in the conversation, but all you hear is the ringing in your head as you see Elizabeth sitting next to Frankie, one of her hands behind his neck, twirling his curls around her fingers. And her other hand? On his upper thigh, moving slowly as she makes her way over and starts to rub his dick over his jeans. For a moment, you’re too stunned to say anything - until she reaches for his zipper.

“Frankie?”

You spoke quietly, but it’s as if you yelled. Everyone snaps their heads to you comically, and you might have laughed if it wasn’t for the bile quickly rising up the back of your throat. Frankie’s eyes meet yours, his blown wide with fear and something else. He seems to register the look of horror or whatever is on your face and he glances down at the table, clearly thinking you’re worried about the drugs. It’s only then he seems to notice Elizabeth and where her hands are located. He grips her wrist and yanks it from him, shoving her slightly back.

“What the fuck? Get off me! No, wait Hermosa!”

You weren’t going to wait around for this. Anger is driving you now and you don’t wait to see if Frankie is following you or not. Grabbing a box cutter sitting on a stack of boxes waiting to be inventoried as you walk past, you stomp outside and back around to the parking lot, not pausing to think as you slash Frankie’s tires before hopping in your car. Before you close the door, you hear him calling your name, begging you to not leave.

“It’s not what you think! Hermosa, please!”

You peel out of the parking lot, anger flowing through your veins as you drive quickly away, not wanting to look back to see the look of absolute horror and regret on his face as Frankie watches you drive away from him.

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BANG BANG BANG!

You slam your fist against Santi’s door, completely forgetting what time it was until he answers, eyes rimmed with sleep and standing there in his boxers and a fitted shirt. He tucks his gun away, having seen that it was you through the peep hole before he answered.

“Hermosa?” His voice is sleepy but concerned.

“I-shit, Santi. I didn’t think about the time. I just..couldn’t go home.” The tears came then and Santi gently pulls you to him, closing the door behind you and locking it.

He holds you, hand coming up to hold the back of your head as you cry, clinging to him like a lifeline as your world crumbles around you. Santi makes comforting noises at you, trying to soothe you but never asking you to speak. He waits until you’re ready, which is several minutes later. You pull back sniffling, and notice you left several wet patches on his shirt.

“Shit, Santi. I’m sorry.” You make a move to try and wipe his shirt, but he waves you off.

“It’s fine. Need a drink?”

“Yes, please.”

Santi gently takes your hand and pulls you along to his kitchen. It’s then you notice all of the boxes stacked around, a harsh reminder that your best friend (aside from Frankie) was about to leave the country. He pours you a glass of water, giving you a stern look when you start to protest.

“You need to replenish your fluids, not dry them out more.”

He’s right, but you groan anyway, drinking about half of the glass before Santi pulls you along to his couch, as he had sold his kitchen table and chairs a week or 2 before. You both sit and he waits patiently and eventually, you sigh, setting your now empty glass down on the floor before putting your hands in your lap, picking at your nails.

“I found Frankie.”

“I figured as much. He ok?”

“He’s alive and not in the hospital if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Yikes.”

Unable to keep it in, you tell him everything you saw - the drugs, Elizabeth, all of it, tears falling down your face when you speak about what she was doing, or trying to do. Santi’s hands cover yours and he squeezes them comfortingly.

“It’s coke.”

Sniffling, you look up into his dark eyes, searching for a lie and finding none. “Coke?”

Santi nods, his eyes a little more sad now. “That’s what he was on before when he…got in the accident.”

“Oh.”

A few moments pass. “You knew he started back up?” You ask.

Santi takes a deep breath. “I guessed he was. Just some familiar behaviors and ticks-”

“It wasn’t allergies.”

Santi shakes his head. “No. It wasn’t.”

You nod, pausing to think for a few moments. “How could he-”

“He’s not in his right mind, Hermosa. He needs help for sure, but he’s not thinking clearly.”

Tears fall again and you make no move to stop them. “Is it me? Am I just not good enough? Not what he thought I’d be? Is this..m-my f-fault?”

Santi pulls you to him, cradling the back of your head as you bury your face into his shoulder. “No, Hermosa. This is not your fault at all. You’re more than he deserves.”

Pulling your head back, you look up at him. “You think so?”

Santi pushes your hair back from your face, now wet with tears. His eyes scan yours, bouncing between them as he has an internal conversation.

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“To Colombia.”

“Like on a trip? I’m not sure I’d be the best vacation buddy-”

“No. Come with me, Hermosa. You deserve so much more.”

“Santi, I can’t just up and leave to Colombia for a bit-”

“I’m in love with you, Hermosa.”

Sitting up a little straighter, you scan his face looking for a joke, but finding none.

“Wh-what?”

Santi takes another deep breath. “I’m in love with you, Hermosa. I always have been. It killed me to see you with other guys-”

“But…you’ve never said anything?”

“I didn’t want to lose your friendship.”

“I…I’m- but you were always respectful.”

“I knew I had to deny you, but one of my biggest regrets is not sleeping with you the night of Frankie’s wedding when you asked me to. I knew it was wrong, but I really wanted you. And maybe if we had, we’d be together now…but that’s the past. Hermosa, come with me to Colombia. I’ll treat you so much better than anyone ever has.”

Santi already did treat you better than pretty much anyone ever had. He always had your back, cracked jokes with you, checked up on you, he was the last person to talk to you when you moved away. He treated you with the utmost respect, as was evident even back at Frankie’s wedding. How many guys would turn down sex with someone they were attracted to? No, in love with? You’d have said Frankie treats you the best but with everything happening over the last several months, you can’t exactly say that.

There was a reason that you agreed to Santi’s pact about marrying at 40 if neither of you were with someone. Initially, you’d thought it a silly little deal, but when you saw the look of sincerity on Santi’s face, you could suddenly see a life with him and to be honest, it wasn’t a bad life. You knew you’d be loved and taken care of, probably to the point of (affectionate) annoyance.

You take a breath, eyes finding his hopeful ones, your answer poised on your lips…

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cookieswithay · 2 years ago

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"Late night snacking" Actual fic😌

• Serious credits to @o0o0thorn0o0o She drew this lovely picture.

• Normal AU...really normal

•⚠️Spelling mistakes, swearing and American names. And a little suggestive talk at the end ⚠️

• (You guys can guess who's who by the names🤭)

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• "Godammit, Issac, turn the light off already!"

• Hey, the names Issac Kennedy. I'm a college student and currently taking a writing class. And right now, I'm studying for a upcoming exam. With my irritating roommate "Ronnie" pestering me.

• (Ron/Ronnie: A tall fake redhead with a bunch of tattoos. Is (somehow) in all my classes and is on a basketball team)

• "Hell no, I'm not done studying." I snapped back. He's know my damn schedule. He scoffed.

• "Study some other night, the exam is next week"

• "Well if I'm keeping you from your bedtime, go sleep at your girlfriend's!" Silence. I snickered. Ronnie's still too "respectful" to sleep over at Rebecca's.

• (Rebecca: A tiny brunette who badgers me. Unlike Ronnie, she doesn't look her age. She takes the real estate class and is actually relationship with him)

• Now, that he was quiet, back to what I was doing.

• *Whack!*

• "Ow!" I heard laughing. I turned to see Ronnie standing up with a blanket. "Oh, sorry Issac," he said.

• "The pillow just happened to slip outta my hand."

• My jaw clenched. "You bastard." I muttered. He smiled and headed towards the door. "See ya, Issac." I scoffed. After waiting a few minutes for the pain wear off, I got back to my practice test.

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• ~Rumble~

• Damn. As usual, my stomach's interrupting something important. I'm almost done. Maybe, I could...no, no. I sighed and pushed away from my desk. (Hunger pains are no joke) I looked around. Damn, I didn't swipe anything today? I sighed again and stood up. I hate going out at night.

• ~Little later~

• As I walked down the hallway, I started racking brain for eating options. I'm still busy, so I'm definitely not cooking anything. Snacks...did I go shopping recently? My question was answered when I didn't see my name on anything. "Godammit." What've I been doing lately!

• "Olivia!"

• I jumped.

• "Olivia!"

• Oh crap, it's Tessa.

• (Tessa: Yet another brunette in my life, except I actually like this one. She's a childhood friend who I happened to see again when I got here. She's also best friends with a girl named Olivia and is practicing to be a professional boxer)

• "Olivia, we have curfews y'know! We could get in trouble!"

• Geez, way to keep it on the down low. After what felt like a FOREVER, her voice finally walked away. Phew. Let's hope Liv shows herself soon. Tessa practically had smoke coming outta her ears. Anyway, what was I looking for-

• "Issac!"

• I stiffened.

• "Issac! Down here!"

• Oh wait, I know this voice. I bent down. Sure enough, it was the wanted ginger under the table. I smiled. "Hey, Olivia." Instead of saying "hi" back, she pulled me under. By the collar.

• "Oliv-?"

• She covered my mouth. "Shush, shush." What the hell!? Seconds later, she let me go. "Okay, Tessa's is gone." She sighed and straightened out her shirt.

• "So, what brings you out into the wild?"

• She said putting the spotlight on me. (The wild, huh? I'll play along) "Well, I came outta the cave, cause I got hungry."

• She nods. "That makes sense," She smiled.

• "I usually see you when you're hungry."

• "You see me in the hallway too."

• (Damn, have I really been that scarce?) She nodded, and...then we started staring at each other. I cleared my throat. "Anyway, what's got you hiding from Tessa?" This a good talking subject, right? Olivia perked up.

• "That's right!" She said.

• "Well, I took a super long nap earlier."

• Oh yeah, she did have a headache earlier.

• "So, when I woke up, I was super hungry. But it was night then. That's when I decided to sneak out."

• I chuckled. "And that's why Tessa's prowling?" She nodded. "She's worried about me." I snickered. I swear, I don't think I ever had a boring conversation with Olivia.

• (Olivia Ingle: A beautiful girl with pretty orange hair. I never really got the chance to speak to her high school, but we became friends here. As you know, she's friends with Tess. And is taking the culinary class. Even though she has a odd taste buds.)

• "Can we come up from under here, now?"

• I asked. Anywhere is great with her, but under the table is gross. "Oh yeah, of course." She replied. I lifted the tablecloth and she crawled out. I did the same.

• "Although, you should've said something earlier."

• "Why?"

• "Your stomach was growling earlier."

• Holy! Godda- Mother of- I inhaled. "Really?" She nodded. Someone please put me outta my misery.

• "It's alright though."

• "It is?" I thought outloud

• "It's usually super embarrassing. But if you're around nice people, no one will care!"

• She said, with a huge smile. I nodded. "Okay." I said, leaning on the counter. Now, Olivia's rooting through the pantry while humming.

• It got pretty quiet for awhile, until she called my name. "Yeah?"

• "You can have these."

• I looked down. In her hand, were shooting star cookies. I would've been touched if those weren't Tessa's. (She usually eats those on cheat days) "I'm good," Because...

• "I'm on a diet."

• She paused.

• Shit.

• "Are you sure?"

• Options: keep up the lie and starve or chow down and get beat up by Tessa later. Eh, I'll take the beat down. It's not everyday I get to talk to Olivia alone.

• "Alright, you caught me," I said, throwing up my hands. "I was bluffing." She smiled.

• "I thought so!" She set the cookies down and walked towards the fridge.

• She put the usual on the counter: Icecream, Oreos, milk, barbecue lays, etc. Although the chip difference stuck out to me.

• "Barbecue, this time?"

• (She used green onion last time)

• "Mm-hm." She said, while nodding.

• "Last time, the green onion chips overpowered the so- could you open this please? Thank you. And-"

• I listened closely as Olivia chatted on. (And opened the chip bag) To be completely honest, I love talking to her. Sometimes, I even think I'm learning new things about her. Like she's dropping subtle hints about herself. Olivia's so...perfect. (Damn, am I blushing?)

• "Olivia."

• "Yes?"

• "Can you tell me how to make special french toast again?"

• ~Later~

• After snacking, talking, and watching a cat video, I (finally) looked at the time. Damn, it's 12.

• "Liv."

• She looked back from the counter.

• "Liv?"

• Dammit, I said that outloud. "Olivia, Olivia, sorry," I stuttered. "It's midnight now. Anything else you gotta do?"

• "Oh boy,"

• She said with her usual nervous laugh. "I hope Tessa didn't round up a search party or anything."

• "No, but I'm glad I didn't."

• We both jumped. Tessa's here! In a instant, Olivia was in my arms. (And I didn't even grab her this time) She took a breath.

• "Jesus christ, Olivia! Where the heck were you!?"

• ~Yet another later~

• After getting scolded AND hit (we both did), we got sent to our rooms. Luckily, Tess was nice enough to let us walk together. "Damn," I grumbled. "Does she usually hit this hard?" I haven't been scolded by Tessa in awhile.

• "We actually got lucky." Olivia responded.

• "She held back because she was worried."

• She held back!? I feel like my head's bleeding. "Oh." I replied. "Good for us, I guess." After some more talking, we were at her room.

• "Well, this is my stop." She said, smiling again. "Tonight was fun," She said.

• "Even if we did get in trouble in the end." She said, with a shrug.

• "It wouldn't be the first time for us." I muttered. We nearly get screwed alot. Welp, better say bye-

• "Oh! I almost forgot!"

• Olivia said, running into her room. Uh... I peeked in.

• "Oliv- Ah!"

• "I got it!"

• She shouted, conveniently coming out right now. "Right here," She pulled me back on my feet. And gave me a pink flyer. "A sweet festival is happening on Melody road this saturday!" She said. "I asked my friends the other day but they all have plans,"

• ...Is she asking me out?

• "So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come?"

• She is asking me out!

• I cleared my throat. Play it cool. "I gotta drop my sisters off at a friend's but,"

• Play it cool!

• "I'm free."

• Yes! She smiled, but turned it off. "Uh...Olivia?" She did a quick look around.

• "Tessa's still in the bathroom, right?"

• "Yeah?"

• "Okay, good."

• Before I could say anything else, she wrapped her arms my neck. And...kissed me. ACTUALLY kissed me! Not on my cheek, not on my top lip, a real life kiss! When she pulled away, she covered her mouth.

• "Um,"

• She looked down.

• "You still wanna go to festival, right?"

• "Yes!"

• Normally, I would've been embarrassed about the giddiness. But, I'm SO not thinking straight. Olivia blushed and started messing with her hair.

• "Okay, see you on Saturday!"

• She said, smiling. Then she just ran into her room. Oh my god. I was kissed! By Olivia! I can't wrap my head around this!

• "What's got you jazzed?"

• I jumped. I turned to see Ronnie behind me. "What the hell, Ronnie!? Don't sneak up on me like!" Jeez, I almost flew outta my skin. He frowned. "Oh get a grip, Issac,"

• "Just wondering where you were."

• I sighed.

• "I was just walking around."

• "At night?"

• "Yes."

• "But you don't like going anywhere."

• Classic Ronnie, asking a ton of personal questions. "No reason, alright." Can he just drop it? When I didn't hear another nosy question, I looked back at him. He was just...staring at me.

• "What?"

• He blinked.

• "You got kissed, didn't you?"

• Huh!?

• I scoffed. "I have no idea what your talking about!" He started laughing. "You did!" God frickin dammit.

• "I have a girlfriend, doofus. I know the symptoms like the back of my hand."

• "I don't have any symptoms!"

• "I wonder who did it...?"

• I'm not staying for this. I turned on my heels, and started down the hall. I could hear Ronnie cackling behind me. Asshole- wait a sec?

• "Since we're on the topic of women,"

• (This'll get him)

• "What happened with Rebecca?"

• He turned red. "Whaddya mean what happened?"

• (He's dodging the question now.😏) "You went to her room like 2 hours ago, why'd you leave?"

• "If you must know, nosy I had to pick up something."

• I snickered. "What? Condu-"

• "Issac!"

• Now it's my turn to laugh! "Am I right!?"

• Instead of answering, Ronnie turned me around and basically starting pushing back to our dorm. After poking fun at him a little more, I ended deciding to do the practice test tomorrow.

• (It's not like I'd be able to focus after tonight)

• So now I'm laying in my bed, wondering about my date... What am I gonna wear!?

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years ago

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Matters of the Heart Ep. 8

Pairing: Best friend! Yeonjun x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst; Maybe eventual smut

Content Warnings: University au!; lots pining; our main leads being stupid; I haven't planned smut for this one, but it might as well turn suggestive; this chapter is another angst filled load of drama but I promise it'll get better (real better) in the next one- please don't hate me!

Word Count: 2k words

Mellow speaks: Ookkkayyyyy, so this is long overdue and I'm super sorry for that. I've just been really busy the past week and it took a toll on my health too but I'm better now! Let's get on to it!

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You can feel someone's gaze on you, burning holes into the back of your head as you continue your animated telephonic conversation. Who are you talking to? Well, that's a story for after you see who it is that's been staring you for two minutes straight. That's the thought you hold as while turning around towards the entrance of the cafeteria, almost certain it's going to be one of your friends, hoping despite yourself that it's Yeonjun.

But when your eyes land on the doorframe, all you see is a group of....second years? You can't say for sure, but you know pretty well that it couldn't possibly have been any of them. The presence that you were feeling is all but gone, and you can't help but feel confused about who it was who left without a word. Furrowed your brows, you try to find an answer to the question for a little longer, only to have the voice that filters through your phone pull you out of your thoughts. "Y/N? You there bub?," the voice calls out, making you roll your eyes even though not a soul is there to see it."

In hindsight, maybe someone should actually have been there to see just that, and also to hear what you say next.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? Only Yeonjun can call me bub, no one else," are you words, making the person on the other end raise his hands up even if you can't see him. "I'm sorry, love," he laughs, proceeding to tell you how much he misses you and how he wishes you could come back soon.

"I really miss you guys too, and I promise I'll be there one day soon, with my whole gang this time," you tell him, smiling a little as he says he might as well come to Seoul himself. "Need to see that Yeonjun of yours with my own eyes, after all. I wanna know what it is he has that I don't." That makes you let out a laugh, the sound a little happy and a little wistful while you tell him that your best friend has a girlfriend.

When it's time to hang up, your chest feels lighter and your head feels clearer, the thoughts and worries that you had been carrying around with you for weeks finally having found an outlet. You were trying to be okay, but it was hard not being able to tell anyone how you really were feeling, for fear of making things uncomfortable for your friends.

"Thanks for calling today, Leo. You know talking to you never fails to make me feel better," you say before ending the call, a happy spring in your step as you make your way out the cafeteria. It's then that you notice that Yeonjun is nowhere to be found, even though he had promised he'd be there as soon as he got done talking to Yena, in order to discuss the theme for the radio's upcoming week.

"Weird," is the only thing you can think to yourself, a confused expression on your face as you embark on your quest to find him again, something you seem to have been doing a lot recently. You call Soobin up, but Yeonjun isn't with him. "I'm with Taehyun right now, we were just buying some pet food. I haven't seen him since the ceremony," he says, hanging up after suggesting that you try calling the other two.

And you're just about to do that, when your eyes land on a familiar mop of hair not ten feet away. There you see Kai, a heavy book tucked under one arm while the other is casually thrown around a shorter mop-haired guy, the sight making you let out a fond chuckle. As your feet carry you over to them, you soon register the fact that the one you're looking for is not with them either.

The realization is somehow written all over your face, making Beomgyu let out a sigh as he rolls his eyes. "He's not with us. Maybe you should try asking his girlfriend," he says, his hand now resting on your head as he pats it gently, a sympathetic smile on his face. "Yeah Y/N," Kai pipes in, shifting the book from one hand to the other, '"Better ask Yena than us."

The looks they give you have you going into defensive mode once more, a forced laugh escaping you as you get ready to prove a point. "You're staring at me funny," you retort, shutting down any arguments they might have up their sleeves when you turn your back to them, your fingers dialing Yena's number before you can stop yourself. But she doesn't answer, a behavior that definitely strikes you as odd coming from her.

"Guess I'm on my own, huh?," you muse to yourself, beginning to walk away from the square and down the corridors in search of Yeonjun. The classrooms are turn you up nothing but dust, your annoyance growing with every call of yours that goes to voice-mail. "Doesn't take that long to answer and tell me you're busy," you mutter under your breath, the sound of your sneakers falling against the tiles as you jog down the halls, empty-handed till you reach that one door.

The door to the dance practice room, the place that's the closest to Yeonjun's heart after your beloved rooftop, and the place you still dread visiting because you're scared of seeing something you aren't all that keen on seeing. Even though it's never happened in the weeks that you've been back, you can't help being a little wary of finding Yena there with your best friend, not wanting to encroach on their time alone and making things unnecessarily uncomfortable.

Yet right now, as the loud bass of the music bleeding through the speakers makes its way to your ears, coupled with the loud banging of footsteps, you find yourself approaching the door slowly, pushing it open because you already know someone's in there. And what you see inside is something that fills you up with even more dread.

No, it's not Yena with her arms wrapped around Yeonjun's shoulders, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. Instead, it's Yeonjun, alone in the room, his body moving to the rhythm as if he's mad at something, the anger clear on his face. The grunts and groans that escape him as he goes about doing his thing tell you he's not in a good mood right now, and it becomes even more evident when he doesn't notice you standing by the door.

You're transfixed by his moves, his emotions laying bare for you to see with every step he takes. He's one with the music, the loud beats and the thumping of his feet gelling into one the longer you watch. Mesmerized by his performance, you don't even realize when the song comes to an end, Yeonjun's heavy breaths becoming the only thing to be heard as his feet stop moving, his body almost collapsing to the floor before his eyes land on you.

"What're you doing here?," his voice draws you out of your trance, more icy than it's ever been. It has an edge to it that catches you off-guard, causing you to blink your eyes, perplexed at his sudden hostility. "I came here to see you," you respond after a couple of beats have passed, confused to say the least. "You never showed up at the-"

"Didn't show up?," he asks, sounding incredulous of your words, his gaze accusatory as he turns to look at you fully. "Didn't show up? Try, 'I was a bit too busy to notice when you did show up,'" he all but spits, venom lacing his voice. "What're you on about?," you catch yourself asking in return, becoming defensive for the second time that evening, "I never saw you enter the cafeteria, but if you saw me, you could have approached me instead."

You know you're being reasonable, but as Yeonjun crosses his arms over his chest, dry laughter slipping past his lips, you feel more vulnerable than anything else. "Well, I couldn't exactly approach you when you were so busy being all sappy on the phone now, could I?" "Wait a second," you think to yourself, your eyes trained on the man in front of you as you feel things click inside your head.

"On the phone? I don't know what you heard Jjun, but I think you're getting the wrong picture," is what you say, taken aback by the way he's taking this, "I was just talking to Leo, my friend from Australia." The moment those words escape your lips, you see Yeonjun widen his eyes, the sight making you feel he's finally catching on to what you're saying. But of course, things don't go that easy for you, his anger only seeming to rise as he asks, "Leo? That idiot who asked you out back during your first month there? The one who totally had the hots for you?"

And that's when you know he's off on a tangent, all sorts of stupid stuff spewing out before he even thinks to stop. "So he's the one you're messing with now? Seriously? And you didn't even think to tell me? I mean, I deserve to know if you're being all 'I love you sweetie' with someone, don't I?" That's the last thing you hear before losing it, your own patience wearing thin as as you launch into a rant.

"Deserve to know? I really don't understand how you got yourself under that illusion, Choi Yeonjun. You don't deserve to know shit, not after you kept the fact that you have a girlfriend from me. You didn't think I was important enough to know, but did you ever see me getting angry at you over that without reason? No, because I'm not petty like that.

And despite that, you still have the audacity to call me out for not telling you if I'm messing with someone? Didn't it occur to you even once to actually try and talk to me about it, instead of lashing out from the get-go? If you remember the fact that that 'idiot' was the one who asked me out during my first month there, then shouldn't you also be aware of the fact that you had been the first person I had told about it. But no, it seems like it very conveniently slipped your mind, huh?"

Now he's the one at a loss for words, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. "T-that's besides the point," he tries to reason, his being overcome with guilt as he finds his accusations getting washed away. But you're not having his drama now, the feelings you've been holding back on coming to the fore at last. "You didn't feel bad even once keeping me in the dark, but you suddenly take it to heart if I don't tell you about a friend?"

"Well you seemed much more than friends with him to me, the way you were smiling and being all giggly on the phone." "Yeah right. A phone call was all it took for you to determine my relation to Leo, isn't it? You're so damn perceptive, I must say. Maybe that's why you thought not telling me would save me the pain, huh?" You're on a roll now, angry words bursting like fireworks as you feel your eyes grow watery. "Well just so you know, you not telling me hurt me more than anything else ever has."

"And so you decided to get back at me for that, didn't you?," he claps back, not a hint of remorse evident in his voice even though he can feel it inside. "You decided to go against my back and get yourself a boyfriend, right when I-" He stops short at that, the next lying dying at the tip of his tongue as the waterworks finally begin for you.

"You know what?," you seethe, eyes bloodshot and hands shaking as you manage to get one last thing out. "Yeah. Yeah I did get myself a boyfriend behind your back. Because you don't fucking deserve to know."

And with that, you're out the door.

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imagines-she-writes · 3 years ago

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When you love the wrong brother

Pairings: oc x Hank Loza

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, implied smut...usual Mayans stuff.

Jade was lounging on her sofa at home, some replay of a sitcom playing in the background. She couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety pitted deep in her stomach. It had been a week since Jade had heard a word from her friend with benefits Angel Reyes. This was a normal occurrence, she was busy with work and Angel had club stuff to deal with.

Their friends with benefits arrangement was simple...they both had an itch to scratch and were both consenting adults so why not use the other to scratch that itch? Jade knew it would end badly. For her crush on Angel was growing more and more the more they benefited each other. She knew it was hopeless. He'd never willingly pick her over all the other girls that threw themselves at the Mayan.

Jade shook her head to rid herself of the negative thoughts that began to creep in. As if on cue her phone rang. Her heart raced at the name flashing upon the screen.... Angel 👼

"speak of the devil and it shall appear" she answered.

"hey querida...it's been a minute..."

"could say that...club stuff I get it"

"yeah...anyway there's a party tonight at the club house and I really want you to come"

"ohh I dunno Angel I'm pretty busy..."

"pfft please all you're doing is laying on the couch bored"

"How did...never mind" she mumbled.

"please come...there's something I gotta tell you...it's super important..." Jade could almost see the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips over the phone.

"Fine... I'll be there .."

Once the conversation ended the uneasy feeling returned to Jade tenfold. Despite trying to put Abit of distance between her and Angel her resolve was weak and he knew that.

Sighing Jade made her way to her bathroom to shower and get ready for the upcoming party. The more she thought of tonight the more her stomach aches with anxiety and the intensity of it is new to jade. Settling on her favourite pair of blood red jeans and simple black tank top paired with her new biker boots. Her hair was in simple waves with light make up. Not too over the top. " That'll do" she sighed grabbing her purse.

Pulling into an empty parking space Jade could see there was the usual group of bikes and cars plus some she hadn't seen before. The smell of BBQ and beer assaults her nostrils. Walking upto the club house Jade hears the sound of music pumping through the stereo and various groups of chatter, billiard balls click clacking against each other.

The first person she see when she opens the door is Hank. His smile stretches across his features upon seeing Jade. He engulfs her in a bear hug. "Good too see you jade..you look great"

"Thanks..you too Hank....so do you know what this big surprise is?" Hank shrugged his broad shoulders in response.

"haven't a clue...drink?"

"read my mind" Jade and Hank made their way through the sea of people to the bar.

"Prospect...two beers"

"Steve..good too see you how ya been?" Jade enquiries at the newest prospect.

"all right thanks" Hank quality admires the woman standing next to him. No matter their position in the club or outside or life in general Jade had this open kindness too them, a respect almost. Hank admired that about her. Most girls would only be interested in the fully patched MC members or those with titles, but not her.

"Earth to Hank.."

"oh sorry was miles away.." Jade chuckles.

"Tell me about this girl you been talking too.."

" Not much too say...just helping her through a hard time.. she's coming to my mom's for Thursday dinner though"

"ooohh must be special then..."

"Shut up.. " Hank blushes as Nail's appears at his side. She eyes up Jade. Jade notices a familiar ring upon her finger. It can't be can it?

'Hank, I'm gonna go find Angel let him know I'm here" Hank nods as Jade wanders through the sea of people. He barely notices Nails standing Infront of him. He watches amazed in awe that Jade stops and speaks to every one she passed before finally getting to her destination.

Angel stands up from the couch engulfing her in a quick hug. "Glad you could come Jade... wouldn't be the same without you."

" Well, you said it was important so here I am..."

"I'm glad, wouldn't be the same without you."

"well what can I say? " Jade replied taking a sip of her beer. "I'll be back ok? Just gotta use the bathroom"

The earlier feelings of unease and anxiety return with a vengeance. "Jesus, calm down jade" she mumbled to herself. Leaving the bathroom jade enters the main room of the club house. People are gathered around listening. She makes her way to where Ez , Gabby & Hank are standing watching Angel.

"We're engaged ..and we're having a baby!" Angel shouts in happiness. Jade feels like the life has been knocked from her lungs. She feels hot. Angry.

Shouts and hollers erupt around her deafening her, but not enough so she can't hear her angry broken heart beating furiously. Gabby stares at Jade her own heart breaking at the scene Infront of her.

Ez is the first to speak. He sighs. "I'm sorry Jade, I had no idea.." jade was rooted to the spot.

"I need to go..now" she mutters

Hank looks heart broken. He had developed feelings for Nail's, but he was beyond pissed at how carelessly Angel had discarded Jade without so much as a second glance.

Jade grabbed her the crate of beers and left the clubhouse. Stray tears falling freely ,she hastily wipes them away and downs one beer then another.

"Here you are... I was looking for you"

"Piss of Angel, go back to playing happy families with your fiancée"

"Jade, c'mon I thought you'd be happy for me"

A sarcastic laugh escaped her lips. "It was only what 8 ? 9 days you was in my bed with me....now you are getting married too another girl who's having a baby? .....humour me Angel....do you love her?" Jade's voiced cracking at the end of the last sentence.

Angel shrugs his shoulders " I don't know.. I guess"

"you know what's funny? I actually thought for some silly stupid reason you might just like me back they way I like you....jokes on me though right?'

"Jade, please don't be like this" Angel went to grab Jade's shoulder. "Get off me. You don't get to touch me any more" she shrugged the offending hand off her frame leaving a dejected looking Angel standing on the porch. Back in the club house Jade returned the crate of beers to their rightful spot.

"Sorry Steve, just really needed a few drinks"

The prospect gave a small smile "S'ok Jade. Angel's a dick, you deserve some one much better" The unpatched member's words made Jade choke back a sob just a Nail's came into Jade's field of vision.

"Aww poor little Jade. Actually thought that Angel liked her....what's the saying?....always the bridesmaid never the bride" she smirked.

"Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean I won't hit you"

"Try it and see what happens....why are you still here anyway? No one wants you here...no one wants you at all...."

"Enough!" Hank demanded with authority.

"Ohh Hank thank god your here...."

"Cut the crap....I heard every thing. I thought that you and I had something special...guess I was wrong...don't bother turning up to Thursday night dinner. You aren't welcome. And by the way Nail's... I want Jade here she's always welcome here" Nails scurried off in a mood to Angel's side who eyes both Hank & Jade.

"I uhh have to go" Jade sniffed.

"C'mon. Let's get outta here. I need some space."

Hank lead the heart broken girl over to the parking lot. He gave her the spare helmet from his bike.

"what? I hear pancakes and ice creams are good for broken hearts" a small smile made its way to Jade's features. She clips her helmet on and before she knows it they whizzing down the Santo padre streets. Once Hank has parked the bike he leads Jade to a small 24 hour diner. "This place has the best pancakes in Santo padre."

"I'll have to take you're word for that el pacifcador"

"Si ma Bella dama" Jade shakes her head in confusion.

"my Spanish is shocking...which is embarrassing considering I live in a border town"

"Just Abit" Hank teases as they take a seat..."I'll have to teach you. I'm an excellent teacher"

"I'm sure you are" the waitress approaches their table with a warm smile.

"Annie good to see you"

"You too Hank, how's your mom?"

"she's great thank you....oh this is my friend Jade"

Annie extends a hand for Jade to shake. Jade has barely touched the older woman's hand before Annie drops her hand like a hot stone.

"what? What's wrong?" Jade asks panicked.

" You my dear girl are in love with the wrong brother" with that Annie hurries to make the order she knew Hank & Jade wanted without asking.

Jade's brow furrowed. "What does she mean? In love with the wrong brother? I mean Ez is nice and all but I would never look at him like that"

"Annie and my mom have let's say... special gifts? They can see aura's and all that stuff"

"Oh ....I see"

Annie repeats with the order of coffee pancakes and ice creams. "See..."

' I get it now'

"I'm guessing Nails was the girl?"

"Was being the right word....I dunno. I just thought maybe she different? Like I dunno she might just like me for me" Jade reached across the table and took the Mayans hand and gives it ap gentle squeeze in understanding.

" Well, here's to us rejects then eh? "

" I know Angel is my brother but I'm angry. Angry he did this to me. To you. I'll get over it eventually...so will you Jade."

"I hope so...I was dumb enough to think I could be some ones first choice but as usual always the bridesmaid never the bride...fuck... I'm so stupid Hank I should know by now that I am always the last resort, that some one might actually like me for me." In a bid to lighten the mood Hank urges Jade to try the pancakes.

"Damn these are good....know where I'm coming to get my pancake fix from"

Later that evening Hank and Jade strolled together back to his bike. "I suppose I should get you back to the clubhouse so you can go home"

"Yeah...it's been a day"

On the return journey Jade cuddled just that tiny bit closer to the Biker. She could smell his cologne and the smell of leather and whiskey. It was a heady combination.

Hank had been such a sweetheart to Jade tonight. How could Nail's do this to him? Rage filled her thoughts at what she wanted to do. Hank was such a gentleman and Nail's knew how he felt.

' Thank you , Hank for everything" Jade returned the spare helmet. Shaking her hair back into place.

"No, thank you. It was nice to have Abit of time away from all this" Jade agreed with him.

'Yeah...well I'll guess I'll see you around?"

"Sure....just not so long next time?" Jade gave a small smile and pecked a kiss on Hank's cheek.

Hank watched as she drove away into the night.

"well you don't hang around do you?"

" I'd back off if I were you Reyes"

"Or what?"

" You Dont want Jade but you don't want anyone else to have her either. You knew how she felt about you...Nails knew how I felt about her but you both went and done what you did....fuck you don't deserve her. You're both welcome to each other.

Back home Jade ran through all that had happened tonight. It was like she was in some awful dream. But she noted that now the deep feeling of anxiety and worry from earlier had gone, and that the time spent with Hank it never came back like it did with Angel.

The thing that Annie said kept playing on her mind.

"The wrong brother, Gabby like what dies that even mean?" Jade asked. Jade and Gabby met at least once a week for lunch or just a coffee if their schedules wouldn't allow.

"I don't know but I think you know deep down what she meant"

" I do? Cos it's been a week and I'm still not any clearer.."

" Maybe it's Hank?"

"we're just friends Gabby. We are helping each other through this"

"That's how Ez and I started out..."

"yeah yeah..."

" There's a carnival in town tonight you should come...get out for Abit. Ez will be taking me ... something about the club offering security detail I was half asleep when he told me"

' maybe I'll see how I feel...I don't think I'm ready to see the club just yet'

Gabby frowned. "It's not healthy this hold he has over you''

"I'm just trying to protect myself Gabby, it's still really raw... I'll think about it"

Later that afternoon Jade was at home dancing around to the music coming through her headphones and did not hear the knock at her door.

"Jesus Mary and Joseph! Hank you scared me what the fuck!"

"Sorry... I was knocking for ages...nice moves by the way" he grinned

"Shut up.... What are you doing here? Isn't the club on security detail at the carnival?"

"we are but I wanted to ask you to come with me...that's if you want too of course"

"ohh I wasn't going to go...did Gabby send you?"

"Maybe..or maybe I just wanted to take a pretty awesome girl out for a few hours of fun".

Jade thought she was going to melt with how sweet Hank was being. "Well how can a girl say no to that? Lemme change and sort myself out real quick"

When jade returned gone were the short PJ's shirts and over sized shirt. In its place where a pair of denim shorts and black tee shirt that reads "eww David" and her converse

"Eww David?" Hank asked puzzled.

"Schitts creek?"

"Not a clue mi dulce" jade rolled her green eyes.

"seriously you've never seen schitts creek?" " No I don't watch much TV..maybe we can watch it sometime"

"Duh...like I'd let you be my friend if you wasn't gonna let me"

The ride on Hank's bike was quick . The sounds of carnival music , rides and laughter filled the air. Hot dog and candy floss wafted around her.

For the first ten minutes Hank and Jade strolled around together on Hank's security round. They stopped at a stall . "Aww look how big this stitch is!"

" Spoze I'll have to try win you it now huh?"

"Maybe...."

After handing the cash over Hank took aim with the pellet gun. " Score 100 you get the big stuffed toy 50 is medium sized"

With ease Hank fired the pellet gun scoring 100.

"here's your prize" the attendant hands Hank the large toy Jade admired earlier.

" stuffed animal for the lady"

Jade blushed furiously. " Thank you... although I think it was a done deal you fire guns on a near daily basis" Hank shrugs causing Jade to chuckle.

The pair walk around the grounds of the carnival before they find the rest of the MC in the beer tent.

"Why is it every time I see you two, your always eating?"

"I'm a growing boy" Gilly says between mouthfuls of hot dog and cotton candy.

"Yeah growing outwards" Bishop adds.

"Well when is Jade gunna make me some Mac and cheese? ...."

" I swear all you men think about is pussy ,food motorcycles and beer"

Taza laughs at Jade's assumption of the MC, she wasn't far off. The group of chatter us interrupted by club stuff. The men leaving the post of the beer tent. Jade hears a scoff behind her. "Ignore her" Gabby advises.

"Ya know Gabby, once I marry Angel, we will be family..."

" you're no family of mine"

" well I will be...I am wearing Marisol's ring after all and not Jade"

"Nails you don't deserve to wear Marisol's ring. She'd be turning in her grave, god rest her soul"

"c'mon Gabby let's go... I don't think I can bite my tounge much longer".

Jade and Gabby leave Nails in the tent, not wanting to be around the person who caused so much heartbreak.

" Are you ok?"

" I'll be fine..... eventually. let's have a walk about"

"ohh let's go in here" Gabby pulls her pal into the fortune tellers tent.

" isn't this A bunch of hocus Pocus?" She asks skeptically.

"Maybe ...maybe not... It's just Abit if fun"

" Fine..don't say I don't do anything for you"

Jade sits at the table. Madame Starr at the opposite end. She takes Jade's hand in hers and studies her lines in her palm.

" oh Sweet girl... Your heart was bruised... You thought he was the one. He hurt you, I sense he hurt someone else too."

Jade sat froze in her seat. " There's a man...a brother. You love the wrong brother. He's you're one true love. "

Jade bolts from the tent Gabby hot on her heels.

"Jade! Wait!"

Out of breath Gabby catches up with her friend.

Tears that jade tried to hold in erupted. Gabby engulfs her into a hug., Soothing her . " It was Hank wasn't it?" jade nods.

" How can two different people say the exact same thing?"

" Maybe he's who you are meant to be with..."

Jade wipes her face. " This is so fucked up"

" Yep....but look how Ez and I met"

The girls wandered back to the main throng of the carnival. Hank instantly smiling at the sight of Jade approaching.

" All sorted?"

" Yeah, just some punks trying their luck...is it cliché to take you on the Ferris wheel?"

" I love a good cliché" she grins.

Once the pair are in the confines of the cart the view at the top is beautiful. Reds, pinks and oranges blending into a inky sky. Hank just wants to lean over and kiss her.

" Say cheese!" Jade scoots closer to Hank who smiles as she captures a photo of them together. He doesn't move his hand from her waist even when the ride starts to move again.

" Thank you Hank... I've really enjoyed myself tonight".

" Good..good.... Say do you wanna come to dinner on Thursday? " Jade was speechless. Thursday dinner with Hank's mom was a big deal for him.

"mom will feed you way to much food and embarrass me"

"I'd love to Hank. I'll see you Thursday" Jade pecks a kiss to Hank's cheek.

Thursday came around quicker than either Jade or Hank thought.

" Mom, this is Jade.. jade this is my mom"

"Lovely too meet you Mrs ..."

"we don't stand on ceremony in this house. Just Lilly will do"

Lilly went through to the kitchen. ' I'm glad you came Jade.."

" Thanks for inviting me. I'd probably be eating cereal watching schitts creek"

" Yeah I'm still gunna have to watch that. Coco showed me some clips, seems quite funny"

" it is... Don't make plans for this weekend"

The conversation flowed between all three at the dinner table.

" I like you Jade. You have a good heart. You will be good for my Hank"

" Mom!" Jade nearly chokes on her drink.

" ohh uhh we...aren't .."

" Not yet ..but you will be"

Jade could see Hank visibly cringing.

Three people! Jade texted Gabby once she was home.

Over the next few weeks Jade found herself hanging out more and more with Hank. She found herself making sure she had his preferred beers in, Hank would cook for them at his place whilst they watched shirts creek. They would ride out on Hank's bike when ever they could. Hell Hank even participated in face masks and manicures with her.

One evening Jade was over at Hank's place. In what had become their norm, cuddled on the sofa. Not once had Jade thought of Angel, his betrayal. She felt happy, content.

' This is nice'

"hmmm....it is...can I...no never mind" Hank shook the thought from his head. Jade sat up.

" No, tell me''

' I wanted to kiss.." with out either realising their heads moved together lips ghosting over the others. Jade's fingers curled around the back of Hank's neck pulling him closer into her. They only pull away when they both feel the burn in their lungs from lack of oxygen. Jade bites her lip and takes Hank's calloused hand and leads him to the bedroom.

" Are you sure..we ...I " Jade silences him with a kiss walking back wards she lands with a soft thump on the bed. Hank and Jade spend the night under the covers, he worships every curve and angle on her body. This wasn't just sex. It was love. Pure unadulterated love making. It was slow and passionate, not the quick fumbles of days gone by.

In the morning Hank finds Jade cuddled into his side. The memory of last night comes flooding back to him. He drinks in the sight before him. He knows this is where he is meant to be. Jade grumbles as Hank moves from the spot in the bed.

" I'll be back...coffee?" Jade hums in her sleep.

~ 3 months later~

"Are we really doing this?"

" yes we are. You are the one I am meant to be with Hank. I was blind too see it before but it was and always has been you".

" Well Jade Alexis knight, will you marry me?"

" Yes. Yes I will" she beams. Hank slips the white gold band onto Jade's slender finger, and leads her into the small chapel in Vegas. No big fanfare just one witness each and it was done.

" You may kiss your bride" Hank smiles the biggest smile jade has seen and presses his lips to hers.

" Iove you Hank"

Jade parks in the lot of the club house. Nails rolls her eyes as she sees jade approach.

" what are you doing here? You have no business here anymore"

' I do actually...my old man"

"old man?"

Hank appears at his wife's side. " Yeah she's my old lady" he pulls Jade's hand up flashing the wedding rings adorning them.

Hollers erupt around them from the MC.

" You sly old dog... congratulations..." Bishop says bro hugging Hank.

" you do know you gotta go through this all again for the MCs sake right?" Gilly adds

"yep.... I love you Hank Loza....my first and only choice"

" For real though.. where's my Mac and cheese?"

Holy moly I let this run on but for real Hank needs love too!

#mayans mc imagine #hank loza imagine #mayans #Hank loza x oc #hank loza

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oshicakes · 4 years ago

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their s/o forgot to say i love you

pairings. goshiki tsutomu x reader, konoha akinori x reader, yaku morisuke x reader

genre. fluff

Goshiki Tsutomu

your both busy because of school. he's practicing non stop for their upcoming game while you have projects to finish.

that's why you always went straight to the dorm while he will went straight to the gym to practice.

but you always text each other to keep updated about each other. like, he would take a snap his lunch or dinner in the cafeteria and you'll do the same or when you're already in your dorm and vice versa.

it's the usual night where you're both just laying on each other's bed just talking or just listening until one of you falls asleep.

it's past eight in the evening and you could hear how tired your boyfriend based on his voice through the voice call and his occasional yawning.

"let's sleep, tsutomu. we still have classes tomorrow."

"okay, let's see each other tomorrow. goodnight, i love you."

"goodnight, tsutomu." you said then hung up. you put down

you put down your phone to go to the bathroom for a minute. after that you checked your phone and saw his text message to you.

"are you mad?" says on the message.

"nope, why'd you ask?"

"are you sure?"

"yes, tsutomu. you sound tired and i want you to rest that's why i ended our call earlier."

"thank you. but you didn't say i love you."

"oh... im sorry about that. i love you, tsutomu. like a gazillion times!"

"can you say that to me face to face?"

"aren't you tired from practice?"

"i am but it's okay. besides i miss you already."

"really even if we see each other at class?"

"yes, even if we see each other at class, y/n. so are you up for it?"

"okay, be there in a minute."

and when you got to the usual place where you always meet, he's already there, waiting for you. you carefully and silently walk towards him and when your behind him, you jump on him.

"i love you." you chimed behind his ears. "now let's go inside, you should rest and sleep."

"nooo, let's stay for a while." he frowned at you and hold your hands that's wrapped around his neck. you just chuckled and stayed like that all along your together.

Konoha Akinori

it's past midnight and you just finished your works from your own study room. you stretched your arms and back then cleaned your desk.

as you walk past the hallway, you heard a faint voice coming from konoha's own study room. you knocked thrice then opened the door slowly.

you saw him put his phone down. you walked towards him and positioned behind him. you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"aren't you tired yet?" you said while kissing his cheeks and neck. "i am but i need to finish this report. you should go ahead and sleep, ill follow when im done."

"i love you. goodnight." he faced you and kissed your lips.

you nodded and kissed him one last time for tonight. "goodnight." after that you walked out then headed to your bedroom. you fall asleep without him next to you.

the next morning, you're busy preparing the breakfast when he pops out in the kitchen. "good morning, aki." you we're about to kiss him when he dodged it.

you we're suprised since it's the first time he dodged your kiss with his serious face. "aki, what's wrong?"

"nothing." he plainly said. he grab the mug behind you and when he's about to walk away, you grabbed his wrist. "if nothing, then let me have my morning kisses."

"ha, you dare to ask for your morning kisses but you didn't give me my goodnight i love you." he frowned at you. you don't know if you'll be offended, feel sorry or laugh at him.

"im sorry, you have a forgetful wife here. ill make it up to you today." you embraced him and looked up to him.

"i should look if we have a capsule or tablet for you."

you just laughed. "i love you like super duper mega duper!"

"tsk. be thankful that i love you too, y/n."

"i know. can i have a morning kiss now?" he lazily nod at you. you kissed him on the lips which made you smile while he tries to hide the smile forming on his lips, snobbing you so you can woo him even more.

Yaku Morisuke

he was out of the country for a game. sending text messages whenever someone's free between the both of you and facetime on the time your both free and not busy.

it was your usual facetiming with him. just talking about his and your day, how it went by and some interesting things for the both of you to talk about.

you saw his droopy eyes and yawns. "you should rest now, mori. let's talk tomorrow, okay?"

he nodded and rubbed his eyes. that made you smile, he looks so adorable. "i love you, see you the next next day."

"hmm. stay safe there and always take care of yourself. comeback here completely. rest well, goodnight." then you hung up.

it's not even a minute when he calls you again. "eh? why did you call again? i thought you're tired?"

"you forgot something!" he glares at you and pouting like a child close to throwing tantrums.

"i did? you should sleep now, you're tired from practice and the game's tomorrow. don't worry i'll watch your game"

"okay, but im not hanging this up until you remember it. we'll stay like this even if it takes forever."

you looked at him confused and frowning while he just stare at you, standing firm to what he said.

"don't give me that look, like you didn't do something just know."

you still have no clue about what he's talking about. "okay, okay, im sorry. please rest already. see you next next week. i love you so much." as if you turned a switch, his mood instantly shifted. he's all smiley now.

"you need to rest too, y/n. i love you too, so much." he made a kissing sound then hung up. then it dawned to you, he wanted you to say i love you, which you forgot to say.

you chuckled. he can be mature at some time but he can be this cute child wanting all your affection and attention.

both of you missed each other but for the mean time, you hug the couple teddy bear both have that has his scent and so as he's with your scent in it to accompany you every night.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #goshiki tsutomu x reader #goshiki x reader #goshiki headcanons #konoha akinori x reader #konoha x reader #konoha headcanons #yaku morisuke x reader #yaku x reader #yaku headcanons

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lalunanymph · 3 years ago

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Bro you deserve the sloppiest, most toe-curling-back-arching-bootyhole-clenching head of your life for writing Bewitched, that was beautiful

anon asked:

I just now finished bewitched after following you since the release of chapter 1😭The updates were really the highlight of my Fridays. Thank you so much for sharing this amazing piece of work. Excited to see more from you❤️❤️❤️

@wasurenagusaa asked:

I had to wait a little to read the finale of Bewitched. And I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. For all this beautiful work, all this talent. For all the tears I cried and all the love I felt while reading this. Thank you so much ❤️

anon asked:

i don't think i've ever been so emotional about the ending of a fic series the way i was with bewitched,,, no kidding i just felt so much emotional satisfaction at the end of y/n and noaya's journey in love and so much emotional deVASTATION that it was finished. i'm so in love with it and the score you added made me tear up bc i was thinking abt their HEA. you're such a great writer !!! thank you for giving us this gift :'))

@linkydinky00 asked:

I can’t believe Bewitched is over! What a roller coaster of emotions this story has taken us. I’m gonna miss it so much! Especially Bewitched!Gojo. You are seriously such an amazing storyteller. You may say you Bewitch the readers lol. I can’t wait to read more stories you make! Thank you for giving us Bewitched! ��

@leiriswhore asked:

cant express how i love bewitched!!! 😭 the last chapter oh lord. thank you for creating bewitched 🤧 I LOVE YOU FOR THAT (even tho u broke my heart 29364292947 times) 😜

anon asked:

Today marks the finale of bewitched... Im gonna miss our dear Naoya 🥺 you did so good writting the story and this has been one of my fav fanfic in jjk fandom (including fated ofc) I will be waiting for that upcoming toji x reader fanfic of urs 👀 ik you'll do good in that story cause ur an amazing author and thank you for bringing a masterpiece such as bewitched to us❤❤❤ ALSO IM SO GONNA MAKE A FANART OF MY OC AND NAOYA NOW ASDFGJKLL

@t-r99 asked:

Honestly, I'm not good with these so I'll say, Bravo. BRAVO. Fucking wonderful, you should be so proud😭👏🏻 (Also, "Are you suggesting that I apologize to thin air?" had me giggling in amusement for longer than I want to admit😂)

ahhh thank you all so much for your feedback (I’m sorry I got to these quite late, I was super busy these past few weeks!!) but I completely appreciate all the love, the theories and the crying in my inbox (hehe) that bewitched has given you all. this is such a special fic to me and I’m glad you all have loved it as much, too 🥺

#🍵 replies #series: bewitched

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thetiedyemama · 3 years ago

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#TalkTuesday

Over the past week, what have I been doing to make sure I keep my mental health in check while balancing my marriage, kids, and business? I'm glad you asked...

Work

Over on our Etsy store VividPrismsTieDye, I uploaded a TON of new shirts. I'm not even joking like 20 something of them. I took pictures of our recent shirts and I'm in the process of editing these pictures to put on the website. We were super impressed with how our new DSLR camera did when we were taking our stock photos. The colors come through SO well. I will never go back to taking pictures with my phone again! I've had to put myself on a strict schedule in order to make sure the shirts don't pile up and then I end up with a mass amount of shirts unlisted. I'm also working on getting the store's instagram looking somewhat presentable. Big changes coming.

My focus for the upcoming week: Spend time each day planning out content for the store's social media, finish editing our latest pictures, and get them up in the store.

Marriage

Check out my last blog post on how our Valentines day went. I am making sure to keep up with our housework to keep our marriage as stress free as possible. We have such a small space, its hard to keep everything organized. A recent tip I read was to thank your husband for the little things he does for you. Little things like when he brings you something you ask for, when he pre heats you car for you in the mornings, getting the kids ready so you can get just a few more minutes of sleep, etc. Thank him for everything, no matter how small. It will let him know how much you appreciate him.

My focus for the upcoming week: Make sure I tell my husband I appreciate him for even the smallest things. Surprise him. Even if it's something small like his favorite candy.

Kids

Now here's the big one I've needed help with this past week. My relationship with my child. I can tell when my anxiety and depression are rearing its ugly head because I start to get frustrated with Arya for developmentally appropriate things. She's been teething lately which has made her more fussy and irritable than usual. Arya's crying has always sent my anxiety through the roof. Especially if I feel as though I'm not helping calm her down. I just have to slow down and remember that it's not me. She's a baby. Babies will do as babies do.

My focus for the upcoming week: When I feel like I'm getting overwhelmed with Arya when she's being unreasonable and unruly, take a step away, a deep breath and center myself. Remind myself that everyone, myself included, has 'bad days' and that I need to be Arya's guiding light while she learns to navigate this thing called life. How do I want her to act when she gets overwhelmed? Because whatever I do, she will mimic.

Self

The big sacrifice I've made lately is wanting to spend more time with my husband and child while neglecting my own laundry. It seems like every time I get done cooking, cleaning, and doing Arya's laundry that I'm burnt out and just can't seem to get around to my own laundry. I wash it, dry it, and then stick it in a basket in our den where it sticks out like a sore thumb. Tonight I'll tackle this monster of a chore before I go to bed because by letting it sit there, its only bothering me more and more.

My focus for the upcoming week: Get this laundry done! Knock it out in one go, and don't let it get to this point again. I have to rip that band aid off sooner or later! Utilize the time after my husband puts my daughter to bed when he goes to sleep, and use that time for some 'me time' while I get this egregious amount of laundry done. Lay out mine and Arya's clothes for the next day. Prepare our lunches, whatever I can do to make the next day's morning just a little bit easier.

This is real life. This is motherhood. It's not always matching mommy and me outfits and perfectly clean white and beige instagram ready homes. To me, that's a completely unrealistic reality to some of us balancing an online business, and 8-5 job, a blog, marriage, kids, self care time, etc. If you CAN balance all of those, good on you. Please let me know your secret. But for ME and a majority of moms out there, we're just doing the best we can to stay afloat.

Let me know how you mamas and ladies are doing in the 'Big Four' areas of life.

Like, Follow, and Share for more like this!!

#momswhoblog #mombloggers #momblogs #momculture #momlife #parenting #motherhood #self care #marriage #moms of tumblr #moms of instagram

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charmspoint · 3 years ago

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2 and 3 for the ask game? owo and happy birthday!

Thank you <3<3<3

2. What are your future writing projects?

Oh boy there's a lot there. Let's group them!

Events

Currently this is what I'm most focused on since u kno deadlines. College doesn't leave me much time to work on anything else so I make do where I can. Since they are events I'll keep them vague with just the key elements:

JJK secret santa - Itafushi and hospitals

Satosugu winter exchange - Reincarnation and art

BNHA ace exchange - just got the prompt today so not sure yet

Zine i can't name yet - piece I can't talk about yet

Super secret Peters bday project -super secret Peters bday project :3c

Oneshots

One day it will be their turn...most of these are place holder names until i think of something better or just give up and leave them as is

Starfanged - Satosugu vampire!Satoru vampire hunter! Suguru AU, just a super simple lil obvious plot, Megumi n Tsumiki are also there, Satoru has to haul ass from a hunter with two babies cuz life sometimes sucks like that

7 Days Before You Left - covering the week before Suguru left the school, I kinda got halfway through this n then decided i could do better so hhjvhvh we'll see if i get to rewriting it, my brain is marinating

Pick up - Dazai sure doesn't pick up his phone a lot for someone that is constantly threatening suicide and it's Stressing Chuuya Out. Basically just what it says on the box

Multichapters

Lord help them I'll probably only get to them like next year cuz of college murdering me in cold blood

Dance with the Devil - Satoru's prequel for Rabid Dreams. Originally this was going to be a oneshot but....currently it sits at 30k and that's just not an amount I'm comfortable with presenting as one lone piece. I know some people have longer one shots but I like my pieces to still be relatively digestible in one sitting so yeeeeah this baby getting chaptered. It's like 80% done but i paused working on it to finish curse au and then i decided to turn it into a chaptered fic and that might need some work because i feel like some sections that worked fine in a fast paced one shot simply wont work in a multchap. Currently too busy to work on it but this is my baby, it's edgy and dark and stupid and i love it so much, i take a hammer to Satoru's head and I don't let up so <3 look forward to that

(Gang au has at least two maybe three other fics in plan but i havent started writing them yet so i wont talk about them, yeah this one kinda cracked my head open)

How to be a teen dad while navigating your emotional trauma, a guide by Satoru Gojo - Found family time with Satoru and fushiguro kids (and sometimes shoko), this has been sitting in my wips for A While cuz i ended up prioritizing other projects but I'm not giving up on it!! Family fluff, angst, Satoru being a wreck, Megumi transing his gender, Tsumiki having things to do and Shoko is there to film it all and laugh at it later, simple things

North Star - Satosugu circus AU. They are married in this :) they are miserable in so many of my fics here they just get to be That annoyingly cute couple, they earned it. Basic plot: A year ago Suguru fell off of trapeze and hadn't gotten back to it yet. Satoru tries to help him get over his trauma by being a stupid idiot. They are in love. This is just sappy romantic shit for my soul, 90% of its soundtrack is tns dance songs and of course 10 years, don't look at me i deserve this

Last time i made a list like this of my upcoming projects I think i ended up abandoning like 80% of them, but to be fair that was right before my shift from BNHA to JJK, so these might stand more of a chance uhhhh I hope there's something ppl will be excited about!

There's also Assigned Lesbian which I Am planning to continue and I Have written like half of the next chapter but.......eheheheh sorry nana fans following me you'll get your day someday

3. Are you trying anything new with your writing (style, genre, etc.)?

Uhhhh nothing particular style or genre vise but I have one major and one minor goal.

1. Get better at writing fight scenes - i fucking hate fight scenes, i really do. It's really hard for me to visualize movement and choreography like that so when I'm writing fight scenes it always just feels like everyone's flailing about. But I'm not giving up! A year ago I wasn't good with dialog either and now it's one of the things I found the most fun to write. It might be hard and not my thing but I still want to practice so I can do a decent job when I do need to insert a fight scene

2. Get better at writing sex scenes in plot fics - this is a minor goal because I don't really like to include sex in my plot cuz idk its just not my thing, i find it distracting and not the part i want to tell. But sometimes it is important for the story!! The sequel to Rabid Dreams has at least one (maybe two) sex scene that has major stakes in characters emotions, trauma and understanding and trust in each other. Just like with fight scenes, I'm not very good at them, I don't really like writing them, but when I need to use them I want them to be good!!

Hopefully I can accomplish those uwu

#anon #ask game #yall wanna bet how many of those fics will i actually finish lmaoooooo #I am v excited about all my multichaps at least #oneshots are more on the ice cuz i might just get bored of them rip

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rosemarypasta · 4 years ago

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➤ pairing : oikawa tooru x female reader (karasuno manager)

➤ chapter warnings : slowburn (?)

➤ summary : You just recently joined the Karasuno boy’s volleyball team as their first year manager. As you grow closer to your teammates, you also unexpectedly grow closer to one of their biggest rivals, Oikawa Tooru

➤ chapter word count: 1515

-ˏˋ chapter five ˊˎ-

FRIDAY

6:50 AM

The day after the practice match with Aoba Johsai, you woke up to a world filled with vibrant spring colors, overjoyed with the outcome of yesterday's match and advancement on your unexpected relationship with the Seijoh captain. At first, you felt irritated at the fact that you had to wake up much earlier than what you're used to before joining the club but, the image of Oikawa popped up in your head which immensely calmed you down and made your heart melt.

You got ready for school in a daze, to the point where you made silly mistakes a high schooler shouldn't make like brushing your teeth with hand soap and nearly going out the door without your bag in your hands. You were thankful that your family members weren't around to see you in the state that you're in and made sure to leave the house as quiet as you possible could, in hopes to not interrupt their sleep.

You walked out the door and began walking towards school but spotted a familiar black haired boy just a few feet away from your house. You rushed to catch up with him and walked to school together for the first time since you two met each other. Kageyama sulked the whole way to school, complaining how he overslept because of how much energy he used up during yesterday's match and how Hinata would probably already be in the gym, giving him the title of today's winner of the morning race the two first years had.

You could barely understand what he was talking about. All you heard was tidbits of words from his rambles like "Hinata", "overslept", and "won. Your head was clouded by your upcoming date and the endless possibilities of how it would play out. So far you haven't even decided on the date and place where it would happen. Oikawa did text you once you reached home but he just made sure you were still down with the whole date idea.

The day went on as usual. Morning practice, lessons, break, lessons, lunch, lessons again and afternoon practice. Days like these go by like a blur when you have someone occupying your mind. During school hours you fiddled your fingers and sat on the edge of your seat, hoping to see a text notification on your phone every time you went to secretly check your phone but nothing came in. You figured since Aoba Johsai is a private school, their cell phone regulations must be tougher than the public school you're currently attending so you tried to soothe your worries and anxiety with that thought, though it did not prevent you from checking every hour you could. At one point in modern literature class, you felt your phone buzz softly through your pocket and you raced to the bathroom after getting permission from Takeda sensei. But to your disappointment, it was only a text from your mother informing you that she'll be out late. You went back to class with heavy shoulders and you sulked the rest of the period, spending the majority of the time with your head buried in your arms on top of the desk.

3:00 PM

The bell rang, dismissing the class from modern literature lessons and you slowly started to pack your bags for practice. You thought it would be nice if they had another practice match for you to watch and distract yourself from Oikawa but alas, it was a normal practice and you were sure you would find yourself spaced out, worrying about Oikawa as you watch the boys practice their serves from the sidelines.

"Y/N, your phone is buzzing." Your golden blonde classmate whispered into your ear, pointing to the vibrating phone on your desk, knowing it would immediately cheer you up from the downcast mood you've been in that she had to endure throughout the day. You averted your gaze from the stack of textbooks that you needed to organize to your phone with Oikawa's name on your screen. You felt like you could scream at the sight of the notification you have anticipated for the whole day but refrained from doing so to the best of your ability.

Oikawa: Are you free on Monday after school?

You answered the text with no hesitation, your fingers tapped the letters "Y", "E" and "S" immediately and pressed send. You felt your fingers and cheeks were on fire, you clinged onto your phone as you watched Oikawa type in a response.

Oikawa: 3 PM right? I'll pick you up at school :)

You felt your heart flutter at the sight of his signature smiley face. All your worries from the past handful of hours vanished at the sight of the simple text conversation and a smile crept onto your face until you realized your grave mistake.

You have practice on Monday afternoon.

But it was too late to change the date, you know how busy volleyball players must be, especially for Oikawa since he's the captain of a powerhouse school. You facepalmed yourself at your hastiness in responding to his text like a fool, it was completely your fault and changing the date would make things complicated. What happens if both of your schedules don't match up? Will the date never happen?

You bit your lip as guilt started to consume your conflicted body. Practice happens twice on a daily basis, surely missing one practice session won't hurt. Besides, there's Shimizu and it's not like your role as a first year manager is that significant. They will barely notice your absence.

You finished packing the rest of your things and jogged downstairs to join practice, planning to give your all in hopes that the lingering guilt will soon fade away the more sweat you break that afternoon.

In practice, coach Ukai made everyone practice their blocks, especially the first year middle blockers, Hinata and Tsukishima. You stood out of the court with a notebook in your hand to note the success rate of the blocks, the two brightly colored haired boys had. But of course, you had your phone in your other hand in case anything happens. You watched as Asahi hit a mean spike from the opposite side of the court the middle blockers were and cringed as you saw the ball hit Tsukishima's arm, leaving a raw bright red mark on his pale skin. Asahi stammered his apologies to his taller upperclassmen, "It's fine, please spike another one, Asahi-san." Tsukishima replied as he subtly tried to rub his arm, trying to not make the weak-spirited ace worry. The ace returned to his original position to wait for Sugawara to set a ball to him.

You felt your phone vibrate against the notebook you were clutching onto and your eyes immediately scanned the screen to read the text that appeared on your screen. You expected a text from Oikawa but to your disappointment, it was just a text from your mother asking you whether you were going to be home late again since she still couldn't believe that you would be committed to going to practice everyday, even though you've already joined the club for two weeks now.

Immersed in your own disappointment, you texted your mother grumpily, not knowing what would hit you in the next few seconds. "Y/N watch out!" You heard Hinata scream your name in terror. You looked up from your phone as you pressed send and was greeted by a volleyball zooming right your way at an astounding speed of eighty miles per hour. Your legs refused to move, as if someone super glued your shoes to the floor. Your eyes filled with panic though all you could do was close your eyes and expect the upcoming pain you were going to have to endure.

You held your breath, waiting for the ball to break your nose but a few seconds have gone by and you didn't feel any pain and instead heard a blunt thud right on the tip of your nose. You slowly opened your eyes to the sight of Tsukishima's hand blocking half of your view. You watched from the seams of his fingers that the volleyball Hinata spiked ferociously ended up hitting his hand instead of giving you an unannounced nose job. The whole room went silent but collectively sighed in relief as they watched the ball slowly come to a stop after rolling on the ground for a while.

Hinata, Shimizu, Sugawara and Daichi all rushed towards you to check if you were alright, to which you just nodded, overwhelmed with the surplus of attention given to you. You turned your head to the towering blonde to thank him but your eyes met his cold gaze.

"You may not be a player but we didn't bring you here to just laze around, idiot." He spat though his voice remained monotone. Tanaka and Daichi hit him on his back in ways to scold him for his over exaggerated behaviour but his sharp words still sank deep in your heart.

next: -ˏˋ chapter six ˊˎ-

previous: -ˏˋ chapter four ˊˎ-

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jaehyunisyoon-oh · 4 years ago

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Ae-jeong [ affection ] chapter 1 : The first encounter

Pairings: NCT Jaehyun X OC/You

Genre: Romance, thriller, romancethriller, best friend to lover, fluff

Haewon POV

The day of the incident, December 1st 2018

SM’s Office

I heaved a sigh of relief at successfully holding the elevator door before it closed, grimacing slightly because today I decided to go to the office with heels as high as 5cm. I exhaled annoyed and took off my heels, -the hell- with all of this I will be barefoot through the cold floor of the SM office in this winter.

"Your feet are all scratched" I turned around and Jaehyun with his black hoodie was frozen while leaning his body against the wall.

"Shit, Jaehyun, since when were you here?" I asked.

"Since a while ago, didn't the doctor say you shouldn't be carrying heavy things for a while?" Jaehyun asked then took the box I had been carrying.

"This is your v live property for today's live broadcast" I dodged, trying to avoid his sharp gaze.

"Is there no male staff in the NCT team?" Jaehyun asked coldly. If he has that look, that means I have to be careful, otherwise, he can explode in this elevator.

"There are tons of them, but you know how hectic it was. The other members just had to take off the accessories while running around, and then this box was left behind and by chance, I was still in the basement. So that's how it is," I explained at length. He remains silent, which make everything more awkward. Then silence broke out between the two of us, and if it's like this I don't know what to do. When I was little, every time Jaehyun sulked I would reluctantly have to share my weekly ice cream portion for him, and we will make it up again. But now, it would be very strange if suddenly ice cream pop up out of nowhere from my pants pocket right? Oh my god, why is going to the 5th floor take so long? Suddenly the elevator stopped on the 3rd floor and the door opened, a bearded man in a full cycling shirt looked at me while grinning like a fool. Yes, my brother. Cousin more precisely

"My sister?" Said Siwon with a dramatic pretentious face while entering the elevator. Then Siwon with his body still sticky with sweat hugged me.

"CHOI SIWON ARE YOU CRAZY ?! HOW MUCH HAVE I SAID DON'T HUG ME WHEN YOU ARE ALL SWEATY LIKE THIS?!" I shouted. More precisely, wrath. Fortunately, in this elevator, there are only three of us.

"Let your brother hug you, it won't kill you ... Soon Oppa has a schedule to Hong Kong so we won't meet again until...maybe at Christmas... Jaehyun? What's up?" Siwon hugs me and just realize that Jaehyun was behind us enjoying our lovely siblinghood moment, which I hate because I don't like it if by chance some workers see it, and start to think that I am the luckiest person on earth by coming from a rich household, being cousins to Siwon and is Jaehyun's best friend. That all happened before I was even born in this world, there is nothing I can do about it.

"How are you, Hyung? I have a V live schedule on the 6th floor" Jaehyun answered casually.

"I don't usually see you two together, you said that in the office you want to be professional with each other? Be careful later on becoming the centre of attention" Siwon raised his eyebrows with a happy smile. Look how they are chatting casually while I already want to pass out because I can't breathe in Siwon's arms.

"Compared to being afraid of being topic of the gossip, it's better to fix your drunk habits, stop rummaging through our family story," I grumbled.

"Eyy, at that time Oppa made a mistake. Seeing the two of you growing up like this, makes Oppa so emotional "Siwon increasingly tightened his arms and pressed his cheek to mine.

It's annoying to remember that again. Exactly after one year working as Entertainment manager of NCT, I am so glad that everything went peacefully because Jaehyun and I agreed to hide our relationship. But all of that was destroyed because Siwon explained everything very detailed about our 'friendship' at the Halloween Party last year. After midnight, when everyone was half-drunk (except the manager because they had to take the artist home), Siwon went onstage and made a very long speech, talking about how proud he was to see me achieving my dream - yes everyone already knew that you both are cousins since your mother married Choi family's youngest son - and suddenly reveal all the useless things about me and Jaehyun that make all the employees went awed.

"I went back to the basement because my charger was left in the practice room. Then I saw her ran around carrying a box this big" Jaehyun pointed at the large box he was carrying. More precisely like rattling me to Siwon. I gave him a cynical look that was completely ignored by him.

"Geez, Choi Haewon, you should not have carried this heavy stuff, last month you just had a Lasik surgery, what if the stitches come off? Then you... AWWW Haewon that’s hurt!" Siwon's chatter was interrupted as he grimaced in pain because I just bit his cheeks. It just so happened that the elevator opened on the 5th floor and I left those two annoying humans together.

When I arrived on the 5th floor, many employees were greeting me, a little surprised to see me barefoot while busy staring at the device in my hand. When I entered my cubicle, there were tons of unsign documents on the table. There is a placard with "Haewon Choi / Entertainment Manager of NCT" printed on it. I was just sitting down when Na-ri, the head of the artist planning department came in and brought several boxes with Louis Vuitton written on it.

"Haewon, we have a problem" Na-ri stood still, shaking her cellphone. I looked at her confused then stood up, looked at the cellphone and read the short message from Louis Vuitton who wanted their items to be returned right now.

"What? it's like 10 pm and drove to their office will take 2 hours. Oh my god, this is why I don't like it when a high-end brand asks us to do endorsements. After getting what they want, they will suddenly treat us as if we are going to steal it, "I said.

"How annoying, you should know the bracelet that Taeyong used was immediately out of stock. Taeyong's bracelets were trending all over the internet, yet they treat us like this? it seems like we have to stop doing this just to get a discount for the NCT stage outfit, can't we ask to raise the budget? 10 million won per member doesn't seem to be enough, "said Na-ri.

"Unfortunately I can't do that, the budget problem is the realm of finance and I don't want to argue with Mr Jang, our budget is at its highest now, we have to cut down a little bit because we have concert upcoming. And don't forget that we are the youngest team in this company, and I don't want to take the risk, that's kinda sensitive in Korean culture" I answered seriously. Mister Jang has been the head of finance at SM for almost 15 years, his hobby is to tell how hard the idol's of that time to have proper accommodation and now we are buying outfit that cost like one freaking car. Suddenly Na-ri's cellphone vibrates, and the owner of these box sends us a message again. I showed the message to Na-ri, with an annoyed face she posed as if to slam the box... which she couldn't possibly do because the price of one item in it could cost her entire salary.

"Alright, I'll return this right away," Na-ri said while sighing, I patted her back and put the cellphone into her backpack. Na-ri looks very adorable today, I and the other employees almost died out of laughter because Na-ri casually entered the meeting room with a rabbit-shaped backpack, short pink skirt and a white blouse. Fortunately, SM does not have strict regulations on how to dress its employees, in the end, this company is in the field of Entertainment and this type of company is famous for its concession in binding regulations that exist in Korean companies in general.

"Here, take my car. By the way, NCT's schedule will end in 2 hours, and they will immediately be taken to the dorm by the manager. So you should go straight home. " I give my car key to her.

"Thank you. Oh, by the way, Seung-ho Oppa (NCT manager) is still sick, can you please find someone to take the members home to the dorm? Today is the last day of NCT Dream's concert, maybe you should start asking anyone besides the managers." Na-ri pleaded and I replied with a happy smile. Finally, my chance came too.

"Of course I can," I replied with a smile, trying to hide my intentions from her.

"You ... don't even think about it! Just find someone else who can take the ..." Na-ri's chatter was cut off when I pushed her out and hurriedly closed the door to my room.

Jaehyun POV

10.50 PM

SM's Parking lot

We all just finished Live broadcasting on V app and now we are heading to our van to go back to the dorm. Every end of the year is tiring. No, this year is very tiring because all of us, as in 18 members, is promoting under NCT 2018 project, a Lee Soo Man's project that was finally happened because Haewon- our entertainment manager- felt that this project is going to be a very brilliant marketing step. Well, guess she was not wrong. Almost every day some members do live broadcasts, almost every week we have a schedule to appear on events or TV shows, even last week we just signed an exclusive contract with a sports clothing brand. Everything went according to plan and as artists, we are very proud to make it happens.

I, Doyoung, Haechan and Johnny had just arrived at the parking lot when I saw a woman, a girl to be exact, leaning against our van. She wears jeans with a black coat that almost sank her entire body, barefoot with heels on both of her hands. What was she thinking of not wearing any footwear in this weather? I exhaled annoyed while approaching the girl. The other members, especially Haechan gives dramatic screams and the others have put on a super horror face because our nightmares have finally happened again.

"Guess who will take you guys home today?" Haewon asked with her sweet smile while leaning in our van.

"Don't joke, where's Na-ri Noona?" Asked Doyoung while looking around.

"Na-ri is returning the sponsors' belongings and Seungho Oppa is still sick. Don't ask too many questions and get in quickly. The weather is very cold, you can't catch a cold on this super tight schedule," Haewon explained while with great difficulty trying to open our van's door.

We all decided to trust the girl and sat in the passenger seat with very tense faces. Doyoung, Haechan, Johnny and Taeyong looked very pale while watching her trying to adjust the height of the driver's chair.

"Haewon, the button is on your door," Johnny said with a sigh.

"Oh, thank you, Johnny," Haewon replied with a grin.

"Johnny Hyung, how about you just drive?" Haechan asked Johnny.

"Lee Haechan! It would be very dangerous if an idol drives alone, you understand right? Just wear your goddamn seat belt and go to sleep there!" Haewon grumbles.

"Wouldn't it be more dangerous to let Noona drive?" Grunted Haechan and checked once again the seatbelt he was wearing.

"Never mind, stop making Haewon nervous, I still want to live longer in this world" Said Taeyong who was met with Haewon's ferocious look.

During the trip to the dorm, I could not stop staring at the girl beside me. She looks very adorable when she's serious. Her petite body must try as hard as possible to drive this van, and I should be worried because I am inside it. For several times I saw her moving her legs, and that made me very uncomfortable because I'm not used to seeing Haewon with blisters on his body, if Grandpa Han sees this, he will be very angry.

In a short time, our car has entered the gate of our dormitory, and as usual, there are already Sasaeng huddled waiting for us there. I can tell because most of them wore white shirts with our names printed in it when they saw our car coming, they immediately surrounded us while pointing the camera at us.

"They all are this many?" Haewon asked, gritting her teeth.

"It's not as much as usual, considering the weather ... Some must be very smart not to freeze themself to death," Johnny replied.

"They can't go up, can they? You all close the window's curtains now!" Haewon looked back with her horror face.

"Ahjumma said that there are some Sasaeng who live in this apartment, they even wait at the dorm's front door every night" Doyoung answered as he lowered his bucket hat.

"Aish, you guys just moved here, it looks like it won't be possible to move again, especially since SM has just paid in full for this dorm. I don't want to argue with Mr Jang from the financial division," Haewon chats at length.

I could see the girl in a hurry to take her handbag and start looking for something, then after a while, she growled in frustration because the object she was looking for was located somewhere of that bag she had never tidied. I stared at the girl exasperatedly, with my impatience, I wanted to scold her, but with a situation like this, it felt like I could save my scolding for later.

Author POV

NCT 127 Dorm

After almost 30 minutes of drama with the Sasaeng, they finally arrived at their dormitory. Haewon took a deep breath seeing the condition of the 10th floor's dormitory residents, feeling grateful that Na-ri and herself managed to win the budget to hire maid services for all NCT dorms. On this floor, there are Mark, Taeil, Yuta, and Jaehyun while the other members are on the 5th floor. In the living room, Yuta is tidying up things in his suitcase. When he saw Haewon coming, Yuta immediately closed his suitcase, after all, they seem to realize that no matter how close they are with Haewonm she is a woman after all and it would be very embarrassing if he let Haewon see something that should not be shown to others especially to a woman. Haewon smiled and immediately walked towards the kitchen, checking the performance of the maid service recommended by Na-ri herself.

"here, it must be very tiring going here with all those Sasaengs.." Mark emerged from the kitchen, offered a glass of water to Haewon with half-sleepy eyes.

"It's okay, Mark. Make sure to sleep early, tomorrow morning there will be shooting for your concert's VCR" Haewon smiled at Mark and took the drink.

"I heard, better to prep my skin using some mask, right?" asked Mark while holding his cheek, Haewon laughed at Mark's behaviour. When they first met 1 year ago, Mark looked like a child and now he is taller than her.

"You already look good Mark" Haewon replied while patting his back. Mark looked a little shy and went straight to his room. Mark always admires her, and it is common knowledge that he has a little crush on Haewon. Jaehyun was very, very uncomfortable if Mark had shown it very clearly when they were together.

"Haewon, have you eaten? I want to heat Ahjumma's cooking, do you want some too?” Taeil also appeared from the kitchen while carrying piles of Tupperware from the fridge.

"No Oppa, I have to go home now" Haewon smiled and slowly left the kitchen area and walked to the front door. Haewon intends to go straight home when suddenly Jaehyun pulled her hand and opened the door to his room.

"Why?" Asked Haewon confused. Jaehyun said nothing and pushed Haewon until she sat on the edge of his bed. Haewon's eyes widened when Jaehyun suddenly squatted and she flinched to the cold sensation on her ankles.

"Don't wear anything that you don't even know how to use. For example, heels?" Jaehyun smiled mockingly in the direction of Haewon while rubbing the medicine on her blistered ankle.

It's been a long time since she has a conversation with Jaehyun, and it feels very nice to see his best friend's room again. Jaehyun's room is very minimalist, the arrangement is simpler than his bedroom in the Jung's family house. Haewon looked at Jaehyun and felt a little guilty because he often ignored Jaehyun's invitation to hang out together. Haewon was at the end of her semester when Jaehyun was announced as a member of SMRookies after that every time Haewon visited Korea, they only met at the Christmas party held by their family. And now, even though they are working at the same company, plus the fact that Haewon leading NCT projects herself doesn't mean they can freely show everyone that their relationship is this close. First, Haewon is always busy in her office on the 5th floor, while Jaehyun always practices on the basement floor and NCT's schedule is always tight. Besides, Haewon often goes abroad to attend contract signing meetings with parties who want to work with NCT.

"Sorry, I should pay more attention to Sasaeng. I didn't think they would be this brutal. It seems like I have to make an emergency meeting immediately" Haewon bowed her head looking all sad. She is gazing at Jaehyun's hand who painstakingly applied ointment all over her ankles. Jaehyun stared back at Haewon and shook his head.

"Take your time, you know that Sasaeng is a difficult matter. Even SM is seen giving up on it ”Then Jaehyun took something from under his bed, thrusting sneakers on Haewon's lap.

"Wow, apparently my shoes are here?" Haewon smiled and wore those shoes. Smiling slightly as she closed her eyes, feeling how comfortable it was to wear shoes compared to the heels.

"You have to stop leaving all your belongings in my house, Eomma is very worried, she thinks that you are senile at this age" Jaehyun laughed a little at Haewon's reddened face. And he thought that was very adorable, well that girl would always look adorable to Jaehyun.

"Isn't that our picture?" Haewon stood up and walked toward the wardrobe where Jaehyun kept all his things. Amongst all the stuff, the only thing that stunned her is a photo of Jaehyun and Haewon's family while on vacation in Disneyland.

"It was our first vacation together" Jaehyun lay down on the bed. Still looking at Haewon who smiled looking at the photo.

"Yeah and you were crying because apparently, Mickey Mouse is so big to you, oh my god you're so cute at that time" Haewon hugged the photo and looked at Jaehyun with a big smile on her face. Suddenly the memory becomes fresh again, the memory of their first encounter that leads him to the most beautiful fate of his life.

December 25, 2003

Jung’s family house

Little Jaehyun rolled his eyes in annoyance, this was the umpteenth time he was forced to be the role of a husband in the house played by his cousins. Jaehyun is an only child and all his cousins are girls, he's already fed up with all this, suddenly throws all the cutlery in front of him and runs into the backyard. The little boy was still sulking while playing with snow piled up in the yard when he could feel someone approaching him, his father with a glass of hot chocolate sitting beside him.

"Are you okay?" the man asked and Jaehyun shook his head. The man smiled, understanding that his child must feel very lonely being the only boy in this household.

"I didn't ask you guys to give me a little sister, but at least give me a friend to play basketball," Jaehyun said while staring at the long-frozen basketball hoop. Jaehyun's father smiled and wiped the chocolate that was on the corner of his son's mouth.

"Let's pray that Uncle David's next child will be a boy," said Jaehyun's father. And Jaehyun exhaled, more pessimistic that there would be more male offspring in this family besides him.

"If Uncle David's next child is a girl then I will make him a boy," his son's innocent words made the man burst into laughter. The conversation between the father and son stopped when the gate was wide open, and several people got out of a black car. A man in a suit walked towards the two of them with a big smile, behind him, there was a woman who was holding the hand of a girl who kept her head down.

Jaehyun's father stood up to the man and hugged him tightly. Jaehyun frowned in confusion. This is the first time their family has a guest at a Christmas party. He saw his father returning with a little girl on his hands. The girl was wearing a white dress, long hair flowing and looking all embarrassed. Jaehyun felt awkward when the two people were in front of him.

"Jaehyun, this is Letisha Alana Choi or Haewon, let's say hello," his father said. Jaehyun stood up and extended his hand trying to shake hand with her. A little upset because the girl is not yet returned his good intentions. Suddenly the woman who is the mother of the girl whispered something in her ear, the girl immediately looked up at Jaehyun with her bright brown eyes sparkling.

"You like basketball?" asked the girl that he replied with a small nod. Then the girl smiled very brightly and take his hand. At that time for the first time in 6 years of his life, he saw a very beautiful smile.

And until this moment Jaehyun was still stunned to see the smile that Haewon always carved. He realizes that this is not right, because his family considers Haewon their daughter. But he could not stop this feeling no matter how hard he tried to.

"Why?" Haewon lifts her eyebrows looking at Jaehyun who kept staring at him.

"No, it's just...you are very beautiful today" Jaehyun smiled and Haewon with all her strength had to hold back not to blush. If not, Jaehyun will tease her until a time limit that she can not specify. But Jaehyun's praise gave a warm feeling to her, a sign of gratefulness that having Jaehyun in this world is the best thing that ever happened in her life.

Haewon POV

11.50 PM

Location Unknown

"Yes, I just come out from the dorm," I said to Na-ri who has been calling me for a while now.

"You've made sure Haechan and Johnny don't play games, right? If they are late tomorrow I will be furious because shooting starts early in the morning" Na-ri said from the phone.

"Yes, oh my god we are not their babysitter, let the boys lived, Na-ri!" I replied quickly. Before going down I took myself to the dorm on the 5th floor. Talking briefly with the manager about tomorrow's schedule, scolding Haechan for drinking coca-cola on this cold day, and almost having a heart attack because Johnny casually came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

"Alright, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Thank you for the car, by the way. " I ended up lending my car to her because it will be uncomfortable to take a bus to Louis Vuitton's office, it's already very late and it could be a danger for her. I thought that she already ends the call but then she asked again, "with what are you going to go home now? Jaehyun?" Gosh, if he takes me home now, I can guarantee that by tomorrow our face will be all over the news.

"are you crazy? do you know how much Sasaeng are outside? I'm taking the bus" I said with a snort of annoyance. I just argued with Jaehyun because he insisted on taking me home. I have my reasons, I don't want a piece of cheap news about our relationship popped up while NCT is at its peak year.

"Do you know how to ride a bus?" I gaped in disbelief at the question.

"Really? Do you think I'm stupid?" I replied rhetorically.

"Well who knows, you're rich from birth ... eh no, before you were born you already inherited all of your family's wealth. Naturally, you never take a bus, right?" I shook my head at her babble. Of course, I know how to take the bus, back in school at SOPA Jaehyun and I always took the bus. That is the kind of topic I always try to avoid, when I arrived at the bus stop, I end the call with Na-ri and waiting for the bus to come.

There is not a single person around here considering that it's almost midnight and this place is kinda desolated because lots of idols live around here. Should I just take a taxi to go home? I waited, and wait for the bus or taxi to come but there are none of them passing by. Suddenly realize that on weekdays, bus stop working at 11 PM which was 50 minutes ago was the last bus of today. I tried to remain calm, as the coldness hit me and I tighten my coat.

At this time, all I can think of is to use my last card, the only person that is still awake and will pick me up immediately. I sigh a relieved sign and start calling the number.

"Uncle Jung? It's me Haewon... I'm sorry but can you pick me.." my words stopped as I feel something stab my shoulder, something very sharp, I can feel the hot breath flowing through my neck as the person come closer to my ear."There should not be a girl in NCT's staffing" the person said. The sharp edges leave my body and that person run immediately, I was about to chase after that person when I found myself all weak on the floor with blood flowing from my shoulder...

to be continued

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years ago

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 59)

"Of All the Gin Joints"

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Once settled in the B&B, Luna FaceTimes Colson. Casie's already in bed. They talk about her flight and the upcoming tour. He tells her about dinner before asking what she's doing tonight. Unsure, Luna tells him she doesn't know, that she may hit up Mackenzie. He tells her to be safe before they exchange goodbyes and I love yous.

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"He's so fucking weird sometimes. What the fuck do I need to be safe from?" She wonders, having a different perspective of The City.

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Colson stares at his black phone. "I wish she wasn't always leaving...." He thinks, not used to wanting someone who's not available.

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Luna texts Mackenzie asking if she wants to grab drinks and food. Mackenzie hits her back immediately with a Yes. Happy that Luna's in town.

They meet up at The Swell. A dive they both know and love.

Luna going straight for their barbacoa tacos and a Modelo. Mackenzie grabbing the same but fish tacos. The two girls catch up. Luna asking about James, Mackenzie asking about her and Colson. Luna tells her why she's in town. They eat and drink, stepping out to smoke.

Closing out at midnight, they grab a 6pack. Keeping the Modelo train rolling as they walk the streets of Brooklyn. Luna hasn't even been out of NY for 3mnths but she can feel the gentrification of her neighborhood. Complaining to Mackenzie about it, she about loses her shit when they walk passed her favorite record store that had been bought out by Walgreens while she's been gone.

"This is fucking bullshit. Why didn't anyone tell me. Where's Ben? When did this happen??" Luna fires off a thousand questions. Mackenzie can only answer so many. Telling Luna she'll have to hit Ben up herself of she wants details.

Cracking their last beer, hugging and kissing each other goodbye, they split up at Irving Ave. They're both a block the opposite direction.

Luna walks down the street, drinking her beer. She lights a cigarette as she strolls. It's passed 2A but The City is still alive. Nostalgia lingers in the air as she closes the front door of the rented brownstone.

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Colson drops Casie off at school before he heads DownTown. He's going to check out the progress of his upcoming coffee lounge, The 27 Club.

Pulling in, Colson Snaps Luna before putting out his joint and going inside.

"Holy SHIT!! THIS IS NICE A FUCK!!" He exclaims once he's entered.

Ashleigh and Johnny, their business partner walk over to him.

"It turned out great, hunh?" Ashleigh agrees excitedly as he hugs her.

"Yeah, Man. This shit is dope. Exactly what we envisioned!" Colson responds as he let's her go. Running his hand over the countertops, he continues "Let's get to tasting some coffee." Laughing, he heads towards the back.

Ashleigh and Johnny in tow.

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Sitting on the stoop, smoking her last cigarette, Luna checks her phone. There's a Snap from Colson.

Luna tries to call him but it rings straight through. She Snaps him back before finishing her cigarette and heading inside to get dressed.

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Luna pops two 30s for her shoulder and smokes a joint as she gets dressed. Throwing her hair up and pulling on a white tank over jeans and her Docs. Luna then throws a T shirt, flannel and her jean jacket in her bag. Grabbing her sunglasses, she heads for the door.

Down the block, she stops at a bodega for cigarettes and coffee. Waiting in line, she looks over at the cooler. Grabbing a water, she sees a flyer for a show tonight. Shoving it into her back pocket, she gets back into line without looking at it.

Luna pays and is out on the street again. It's a bright May afternoon. Strolling for a good bit, she sips her coffee and smokes a cigarette. Field stripping it, she catches a cab to MidTown.

It's a short ride to her lable, Riot Records. She pulls the Tshirt on before walking in. Tanya, the receptionist greets her with a warm "Hey girl!!"

Luna laughs as she leans against the counter. "What's up? How you been?" She asks.

"Girl, you know. Same shit, different day." Luna laughs. "I heard you gotta maaaaan though...." She goes on to tease Luna.

"Yeeeeah..... I locked some shit down." Luna says with a cocky smile and a shrug.

"Girl, you ba..." Tanya's cut off by an opening door. It's Charles.

"Oh! You're here! Come on in." He says to Luna, gesturing towards the door.

Looking at Tanya, she rolls her eyes as she sips one her coffee. "Bye, Girl..." She says heading towards Charles and the Room of Doom.

"Byyyeee..." Tanya says lightly.

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The Room of Doom is Peter's office. He stands to greet Luna with a hug as she enters. Sitting down, Peter dives right into it.

"What's it going to take to renew your contact?" He asks Luna directly.

"Nothing. I already told Chuckie over there, I'm walking. I don't wanna be on a lable. And I sure as hell don't want to work with him any longer." She jerks her thumb at Charles.

"But you're just about to explode Luna, Nightmare's #1, you're playing SNL this week, THAT Type is..."

"See, that's where you're off on so many levels about me, Peter." Luna cuts him off, becoming frustrated. "I'm not your cash cow. I don't want to be fucking famous. I want to do what I've always done. Put out what I want, when I want."

"We don't give you that here?" Peter questions her.

"No!" She exclaims, whipping her head over to glare at Charles. She looks back. "Do you know how and why Nightmare happened?" She leans up asking Peter. He fumbles so she continues. "That asshat extorted it from me for my rights to Bad Things." Talking with her hands, she turns to Charles. "What was it exactly? I couldn't have my Top 40 unless I gave you one of your own?" Luna's pissed, she continues raging on, turning back to Peter. Hands still going. "And he didn't even fucking promote it. He has NOTHING to do with any of that song. That song climbed because of the way Ashley and I dropped and the people WE involved. Same as THAT Type. I dropped that motherfucker on my own too. So, who's to say IF I wanted to be famous, I even need your fucking help." Luna pushes back in her seat, scowl on her face.

Peter's glaring at Charles, he didn't know about this Top 40 bullshit. Taking a breath as he turns back to Luna. "You know your grandmother wants you on a lable."

That's it. Luna explodes.

"Are you fucking drunk!??" She asks Peter in wild disbielf. "I don't give a FUCK what my grandmother wants. I love and respect her but this is MY fucking career." She looks him in the eyes with disgust. "You must have lost your fucking mind, Peter. I would think that you would know me well enough for some stupid shit like that to never fall out of your mouth."

Luna pulls her pen out and hits it.

"You can smoke..." Charles finally speaks.

"Shut the fuck up, Chuckie." She barks. She knows he hates being called that and is using it purposefully. She hits it again to be a fucking cunt.

"Luna, I get that you're pissed." Peter sighs, trying to calm her down. He's going to rip Charles dick off when this meeting is over. "But can't we..."

"No, Peter. I'm sorry, but no. I already gave up the three albums I owed you. Consider Bad Things and THAT Type a severance bonus. I'll have Monica contact you to go over any final details." She's shaking her head as she stands up. "And don't even think about fucking calling my grandmother, either." She says sternly as Peter stands with her and comes around the desk.

Giving Luna a hug, he promises he won't, along with his regrets of her leaving. She hugs him back, telli g him no hard feelings.

As she walks out of the room, she stops at the door. "Word of advice. Fire this fuckwad." She declares, jerking her thumb towards Charles before walking out the door.

"I might as well start my own lable....." The wheels start turning so quickly in Luna's head, she doesn't even hear Tanya tell her goodbye.

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Colson is busy at The 27 Club all day. As he walks to the car to get Casie from school, he checks his phone. There's a missed call and Snap from Luna.

He calls Luna as he gets in the car. She's irritated on the other line. They talk about her snapping on Peter over Charles, how it's final that's she's gonna be an unsigned artist. She mentions the idea of starting a lable to which he excitedly supports. They kick around ideas until Colson gets to the pick up line.

Once Casie's in the car, he hands her the phone. Casie and Luna chat about Casie's day. Luna asking her the three dinner questions to Casie's excitement. They exchange I love yous before she hands the phone back to her dad.

Luna tells Colson she's on her way to meet Pete at 30Rock. He says they're going to grab ice cream before going home to pack and chill for the night. They're all excited to be reunited tomorrow night. Colson and Luna exchange I love yous before hanging up.

"You pumped for this weekend?" He asks Casie as he looks through the rearview.

"SUPER PUMPED!!" She exclaims happily. "I already know what I wanna draw." She states proudly.

"What is it?" Her dad asks.

"It's a secret I can only tell Luna." She replies with sass.

Laughing, Colson says "I see how it is we got secretes now..." He teases Casie as they pull in for ice cream.

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Luna's puffing on her pen as she walks through MidTown. Knowing she got what she wanted, she's still REALLY irritated with them getting Nightmare.

"They don't own any of your rights...." She reminds herself as she pulls the huge door open.

She finds Pete on the 9th floor. "What's going on, Loons?" He greets her with a giant hug.

"Hey!" Luna turns out of Pete's hug to see Ashley.

"HEY!!" She shouts back as the two friends excitedly hug. "What are you doing here?" Luna asks.

"Rehearsing a few skits." She says with a proud smile.

Luna grins back. "That's FUCKING awesome!" She tells Ashley. Looking at Pete, she asks if she can sit in.

"Absolutely!!" He replies, as they both follow Ashley back to set. Pete grabbing Luna a chair.

They run through for another hour. Ashley's naturally funny, pulling out her NJ accent. Watching her, Luna can't help but laugh.

Once Pete and Ashley wrap up, they head to the Dream Hotel. There's a roof top bar Ashley wants to check out. Luna doesn't care. She hasn't eaten all day and wants a drink.

PDH Terrace is beautiful. The three friends crack jokes, laugh, drink and eat as music flows through the air.

Luna digs that she can smoke but it's a little boujie for her taste. Teasing Ashley, she asks how she heard about this place. Ashley tells her because she's staying at the hotel to Luna's laughter.

It's around 7ish when they decide to seperate. Ashley having a Skype date with Dom, Pete a real one with Kate. Luna sticks her tongue out at them, telling them fuck you with a laugh.

Hopping in the elevator, Ashley's gone first with hugs and promises to see each other tomorrow.

Pete and Luna ride it to the ground. Pete asks her what she's gonna do now. Feeling tipsy, Luna pulls the flyer out of her back pocket. There's a punk band playing in Queens she's probably gonna go see, she tells him.

Once on the pavement, they hug also. Going seperate their ways down the street. Luna pulls on her jean jacket and calls Colson as she heads to the subway. She needs a little dirt. The rooftop was too clean for her. The call rings right through as she heads underground.

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Colson and Casie are playing Fortnite when Luna calls. He misses it over their competitiveness. Calling her back a bit later, it goes straight to voicemail. This confuses him, not knowing she's in the subway.

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Luna leans next to the door of the C train.

Thinking about her day, she sips her soda. Luna closes her eyes, enjoying the rock of the train.

She hops off in Bed-Stuy, heading to the brownstone. It's a short couple blocks. Luna smokes a cigarette as she walks.

"I smoke a lot more in The City...." She notices.

Inside, she showers, gets stoned and dresses for the show. She throws skinnies with a fishnet black top. She's stoked to find her leather stashed in her bag. Paired with a deep red lip, blonde hair flowing.

Hopping into her Uber, she doesn't know Colson called. Her phone never picked it up in the subway.

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Sitting at bar at Gussy's, Luna's sipping on an old fashioned waiting for the show to start.

"Of all the gin joints....." A deep voice says as it moves her hair to kiss her neck.

Luna's breath catches as her body flushes. She recognizes his smell, voice and touch instantly. Her stomach drops as she swallows hard. "OH FUCK!!!!" Her brain screams as she turns around.

Taking a breath, she meets his deep, blue eyes and light smirk.

"Hi Tommy." She says to the handsome man standing dangerously close her.

Luna's never been more fucking terrified.

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sellingmysoulforbts · 6 years ago

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You're having second thoughts about your career choice. BTS x Reader Reaction

Genre: mild angst, fluff. College AU. Gender neutral.

Warnings: strong language, self degradation.

as requested by @erraticsoul

A/N: I just wanna say that it is okay to change your career path. You're really young when you are forced to choose what you want to do for the rest of your life and we sometimes make mistakes. The most important thing is that you are happy.

Kim Seokjin

He was there for you, every single time you needed that extra support. This madness began when you started having trouble with some of the subjects that you had to take in college. Thoughts like 'how can I become a professional if I can't solve this simple exercise?' clouded your brain. Jin came on time only to find you crying over your homework.

"Tell me, how am I supposed to do this my entire life?"

"By giving your best, like I know you do, and if that's not enough then it's probably not what you should be doing" he would answer.

Then he proceeded to tell you one of his terrible jokes about the subject your having trouble with. Like if you weren't having it with chemistry he'd go "hey, are you made of copper and tellurium? 'Cause you're CuTe" and if that didn't work, he'd always come to you with a new plate he's made in class because he definitely a culinary arts major.

Min Yoongi

He was confused, like he didn't get how you felt at all. Since he was really young he new what his goals were and started working really hard to achieve them. You, on the other hand, have thought about every single career path, none of them seemed to completely fulfill you. Like you went from wanting to be a model to a rocket scientist in the span of two months, so you knew as soon as you filled that application form to enter college, with whatever career you had landed eyes on at the moment you weren't going to stick to it. Yoongi would try so hard to help you find something you like and would like doing for the rest of your life, just like he did.

"Okay, how about being a teacher?" He suggested one time.

"But I'll have to know the subject first, so what can I teach?"

"Never mind" he said.

He would just enroll you in a bunch of classes that have nothing to do with your current major, just to see if you'd like any of it.

Wanting to become a producer was his lifelong dream, the feeling he got every time he got a step closer was something Yoongi wanted you to experience as well, so he'd never give up on you.

Jung Hoseok

He would be the one to notice and call you out on it. Hobi was a dance major, so he had practice almost every day and you'd come, even if it was late or skip classes to see him. At first he didn't think much about it, and he appreciated the effort you were putting into the relationship, but then you stopped coming like once a week or just skipping a class to have lunch together and began coming like three times a week, and he would see you around campus with friends when he knew you had class.

"Hey, I saw you today walking out of campus" he said one day, after he was done with practice and you were still there.

"Oh, really? I didn't see you, I'd have said hi. At what time did you see me?"

"While you were supposed to be in class" he answered, trying not to sound mad.

"Yeah, the professor cancelled it last minute, so I didn't really have time to tell you" you genuinely thought he was jealous because you were hanging out with boys, but he wasn't. You'd you really be here so late if you were cheating on him? No, and he knew you would never, but he was concerned.

"And has he cancelled classes all week, and last one?" He inquired.

His tone gave away he was implying that you had been skipping class for the whole month.

"No" you answered softly.

"Is everything okay?"

"No" you answered again. He took your hands as a way to show you his support. "Why?" "I just don't feel happy anymore, like when I first got in I was so sure this was what I wanted and now I find it hard and I'm really stressed. I've been looking for other career options and I might change majors so I guess I lost interest and just stopped making an effort to pass" you shrugged, he kissed your hands.

"It's okay. We're still very young and I want you to do something that makes you happy"

Kim Namjoon

You. Felt. Dumb. You were having such a hard time in some classes, and not understanding anything your teacher said. At first you just worked a little harder and visited your professor to ask some questions, but seeing your classmates getting good grades or putting a minimum effort to understand, made you feel out of place and dumb, like actually stupid. Namjoon was an extremely intelligent human being, and that's no secret. He was an English major, and an outstanding student.

He was going to surprise you, you had been busy all week with schoolwork and he knew how hard you worked so he gave you your space, but it was Friday and he missed you like crazy. He didn't expect, when he walked into your apartment, to see you crying over your homework. Like actually balling your eyes out. Your brain was so chemically imbalanced at the moment that you barely felt arms wrapping around your sobbing form.

He managed to calm you down a little bit, and finally asked what's wrong.

"I can't do it Namjoon, I actually am incapable of doing it. I'm just a stupid piece of shit who can't even solve her homework. Why am I even trying at this point? I'm going to fail because my brain does not have the capacity to understand this subject" you basically yelled out and broke down crying again. He was so pained to see you like that and hearing that horrible things from your mouth broke his heart.

"Shh, don't say that baby, you are not dumb" "of course you'd say that, mister my IQ is 148, I only get As with minimum effort. I've being working on this thing for a week. A WEEK, and I can't do it. My teacher is sick of me for going every single day to ask him something." You were getting angry at this point, not with him but with yourself. Maybe throw in your parents as well for making you this way, but not at him, never at him, even though your words proved otherwise.

"Baby, look at me." He said. You shook your head embarrassed at your attitude.

He squatted right in front of you and took your face in his hands, dried your tears and smiled.

"You are not dumb, not because you have to work a little harder does it mean you're less capable of doing something. Besides, you're so far from stupid. When I look at you I see a wonderful human being, smart and kind, and that's what I love about you. Your perspective on the world, and your unique way of understanding things." He told with a sincere voice and that made you smile a little. "Also, I do put effort into my work but I like what I do so much that I doesn't feel like it, now tell me, do you like what you're doing?" He asked. " I don't know anymore" "okay how about this? Let's take a break right now, we go grab something to eat, we get back, cuddle, watch a movie. Just relax and not think about college for a while. And we can discuss this in the morning with a fresh mind."

Park Jimin

He was mostly sad, you didn't choose this for yourself, it was your parents dream. He would just try and comfort you, by hugging you and whispering words of encouragement. You were sad, angry and scared. You couldn't do what you wanted because your parents didn't support you but you also didn't want to disappoint them.

"I'm so sick of this Jimin, I don't think I can keep doing this." You said one day, you had to study for your upcoming tests but finding motivation was hard.

He couldn't fully comprehend your dilemma, his parents were super supportive.

"I know baby, but the semester is almost over."

"And then comes the next, and one after that, and on and on, not to mention the years ahead of me of working in this" you wanted to cry, just let out your frustration.

"Hey, how about, you start taking classes for what you really want, until you build up the courage to talk to them." He suggested. "I don't know I'm so scared." Your voice broke a little. His caring instincts kicking in immediately, so he hugged you. "It okay, I'm sure what they want is for you to be happy and have a safe future financially, that's why you're here, but you can prove to them that you'll succeed doing whatever you want, and I'm here to support you every step of the way. I believe in you, and besides I'm quite thankful to your parents for picking that for you or we might have never met."

"You're right" and with him by your side you had the motivation you needed.

Kim Taehyung

It was hard, Tae, your boyfriend, always seemed to have more free time, and enjoy his college experience way more than you did. He was one of the few things you were grateful for, during your time in college. The little study dates you had were like the only way to get you to open a book, and they were a 2x1 deal for him. Taehyung was an art history student and it required to read a lot so he could do his school work and spend time with you. You weren't irresponsible or anything but you started to wonder if you chose your career right, because the lack of motivation was really dragging you down. You were in the coffee shop you usually went with Taehyung to study just contemplating how you wanted your life to look in ten years, when he came.

"Hey" he said. "Hi" you answered still a little distraught. "Did you order?" You nodded in response. "Is everything o-" he started but you soon interrupted him "how did you know what you wanted to study?" "well my school took us to a museum for a school trip once, and I was fascinated by the art, but also intrigued as to what led the painters to do such masterpieces and I guess I got hooked on that. Why?" "I'm just not sure with what I'm doing,I never had a revelation moment so I just went with what sounded the least unpleasant at the moment" "Well how about we finish here and we can go find some counselling for you?" "You think I should change majors?" "Baby, when was the last time you felt happy and satisfied with your work and what you learned?" He asked and you grew quiet at that. "Exactly. What you do for the rest of your life has to be something that you enjoy and you're clearly not enjoying this." So you did just that, found help to discover what makes you happy.

Jeon Jungkook

I mean he would be kinda disappointed that you didn't told him first thing and that he had to discover it for himself. You were thinking and rethinking if you had made the right choice, so you turned yourself into a little help from the internet, trying thing from quizzes all the way to astrological birth charts, of course when he wasn't around.

As you were spending the weekend together doing homework and watching movies, he stumbled upon a word he didn't quite know the meaning of. He was studying animation, and taking classes for film production, but he was trying to do some homework for an English class.

"Babe, can I use your phone real quick? Mine ran out of battery" he asked. "Sure, what for?" "I just want to Google this word" he said and have you that bunny smile, you handed him the phone unblocked, not worrying in the slightest. He got it,and quickly clicked on the navigator, as he was about to type he peeked at your search history, things like 'how to choose your major', 'how do I know if I made the right decision','best careers based on your zodiac sign' that last one made him chuckle but he was generally preoccupied, because something was definitely wrong. He made a mental note to talk to you about it. Jungkook quickly made the research and completed his task. He then approached you, to give it back to you. You were just in the couch reading something, as he handed you the phone with a smile you sensed something off. "So, what's the best career for a virgo?" He wondered. It took a minute for it to click. "Kook…" you trailed of, not sure as to what to say. He sat down next to you. "Why wouldn't you tell me?" "I just- I was.. am so confused. I believe I chose what I did for a reason but now I'm not so sure and it been going on for a while. I guess I didn't want to bother you with stupid problems like that." You told him. He just shook his head. "That's why I am your boyfriend, so you can come to me with whatever is bothering you and we can fix it together cause we're a team, and it works the other way around too." "You're right, sorry" "It's okay, but promise me you will from now on" " I will, I promise" you smiled at him and he answered back "now that that's out of the way, let's find your perfect major" and with a kiss on your cheek, you then proceed to go through a lot of lists and quizzes a lot of websites suggested, together.

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long but the scenario really hit home and I got distracted, anyways i hope you enjoy it and like it.

gifs not mine

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musicalmelody001 · 6 years ago

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So, like, back on that crutches thing nobody cared about...

It's been a while. It's the end of the 4th week, and those estimated 2-3 weeks to heal were a LIE. My foot still hurts pretty much on the same level as it did on the third day- a fuck ton better than the first, but still an issue walking. Granted, I only used the crutches for 6 days before I got tired of using my entire lunch break walking TO the bathroom. So, like. Still hurts. Except, oh yeah. Some fun stuff. Someone hit my car the second week, and I walked without my crutches to the nearest store (two city major intersections) in heavy-ass rain to get some ducttape to put back together the pieces of my bumper that I had JUST replaced out-of-pocket. I wasn't gonna buy a new fucking bumper less than a month after getting this one. Fuck that. Then, THIS WEEK. This week started off with a bang if that bang is a gun that shoots you in the face with bullets that explode into fireworks that spell "Fuck You".

Monday, I woke up super late and instead of arriving 30min early as I prefer, I showed up 6 minutes late. Which is TECHNICALLY a fireable offense. Later, my co-worker asked me to drive her to her friend's house after work. Her car was out of comission and would otherwise walk home - 13ish miles. So I drove her to the opposite edge of the city, the long way around because of course the gps is messing up. I finally get her to her friend's house, and turn on the gps to head home. It's about 40 minutes since we left work, but GPS says 22min to home with light traffic. Sounds good. Wanna eat some ice cream. Monday was expected to be -and WAS- the worst/bussiest/most aggrivating day of the quarter, possibly TWO quarters. All the fucking stars alligned for the day from hell for the whole department for eight solid hours.

Anywhoo, heading onto the only highway for miles -because we're inthe middle of nowhere and there's just green everywhere outside of that one main street a mile back that had a neighborhood and like three businesses, and about a mile or so down the road I notice a bunch of heat in the cabin. Coming from the air vents. And a slight smoke smell. While the ac/heater was completely off. I take the upcoming exit, and pull over in a church parkinglot that suddely shows up amongst the freaking endless trees. Turm off the car. Get outside. Pop the hood. A WALL of heat blasts me, and I feel it as I hover my hand over the engine. Okay, no big deal, I'll let it cool. But, I'm out of gas. Might have trouble getting home.

Remembering the oil leak from last month, I check the dipstick. Looks dry, might be out of oil too. I pull out my phone to google the nearest gas station. It just barely see the words "3.4 miles", then my phone fucking shuts off on me, and it's useless now. Close the hood, lock the car. I walk over to the church. Lights off, doors locked. Parking lot empty. I walk around the side and see a few cars. I walk to another door. Locked. Dark inside. But there's an intercom on the side. I assume the people there must be employees working on something durring the week, like at the church I used to go to as a kid. I push the button and offer a hesitant "Hello?" No response. Great. I turn around and take a few steps away from the door, try to get my phone to turn back on. Not responding. After a minute or two I hear a click behind me. A big, burly dark-skinned dude (for reference for my comparison, my family are all around 6ft and a nice medium tan, except me, 5'3" and whiter than printing paper) has the (completely clear glass) door open the tiniest little crack and just looks at me, "Can I help you?"

"My car broke down, is there a gas station near here?" I ask. He gestures down the road blocked by trees, "That way," and closes the door.

I stare out to the road for a bit. That was... So... Not what I was expecting. Or that helpful, really. So I head back to my car, grab the 1gal gas tank in my trunk, and inspect my windows after noticing the broken glass on the ground. Not from my car, but it still does not instill confidence. I pull out the pepper spray from my purse and have it casually resting in my hand, locked, the loop around my wrist. I take my flashlight from my glove box and put it in my purse, just in case. It's hot now, but I drape my cardigan across my sounder, and start heading down the road.

And down, and down. Down a steep hill, my ankle starts screaming as I loose sight of the church between the trees, and I keep going. I pass the higjeay, go underneath it and keep walking in the same direction. And keep walking. Pass a pair of 2ft wooden crosses sticking out of the grass on the side of the road, with fresh flowers, and a small child's toy next to one of them. I feel a sudden chill. I keep walking. Further, I cross a road and keep going, no cars, no buildings, but also no trees now. Just grass. I keep going. The hill gets steeper, I see what MIGHT be the corner of a gas station on the horison, on the second peak ahead. I l

Keep walking, and the hill reaches small flat section before sloping back up. More grass, but now more trees. I see the edge of a biking trail in the distance to my right. Assuming that means a freaking TOWN, I keep going. Up more. Some dilapidated houses that may or may not still be in residence. An empty box of diapers in the middle of the road, that I carefully approach, looking both ways down the empty road, and check for animals before moving it to the side and off the road, placing it by a cinderblock nearby so it doesn't blow back into the road and cause an accident, hopefully. I keep walking. I reach some train tracks and stand there for three minutes, completely confused as to WHAT THE FUCK these road markings are supposed to mean.

The sun is setting and I can see the maybe-gas station not too far away, so I take a picture and keep walking. My ankle REALLY hurts. I finally make it to the gas station, the sun is lower, and I go inside. I pre-pay for a gallon of gas, and an item on the recipt I did not get. I ask and am told it is a fee for using a card, I don't believe him but don't care anymore. I want to go home. I'm told a pump. The pump does not dispense gas. I try again. No response. The screen says "see cashieer inside to pay". I head inside. I say it doesn't work. Clerk says it does. I confirm the number, and go back outside. I try it again. No dice. I hit the button a bit harder, pull the lever. Nothing. I roll my eyes again. Go back inside. Am told that I am not doing it right, that I need to press the button first. Go back outside, try three more times. Go back inside. Ignored. Go back outside, paranoid now that cars are starting to arrive that maybe it will suddenly work, and someone else will get the gas. I try again. Nope. I see someone walk up from behind me in my peripheral, and I think they try to ask me for change, but I ended up screaming frustratedly at the same exact time so they leave awkwardly.

I try AGAIN. Nope. No gas. Not flowing. I go back inside. The clerk is glaring like he never wants to see me again. I say it doesn't work. He says I already got the gas. "Bull shit! It hasn't done a fucking thing!" He goes outside with me to the pump, yelling at me, hits the side of the pump, and it starts working. What the fuck. Who gives a fuck, I'm so done. I get my gallon of overpriced gas, and start to walk away as I realize I forgot the oil. I'm not going back inside. I see a small convience-like store a block or two down. Walk to it. Am asked multiple times for change and/or cash. Repeately advise that I do not have any.

I get inside, and honest the food they're selling is probably SO sketchy but I'm starved. I skipped breakfast AND lunch, so at the moment it smells so good. I just want to get home and eat. But I only have a few dollars in my account, except for the money for my car payment that I'm expecting to go through any day now. I find some oil, more than I wanted to spend, and head back to the car. It's mega dark now. No stars. Just dark. There's a few street lights here by the stores, so I continue. Reply a few more times that I do not have cash to give.

I make it to the sidewalk where majority of my journey resided, and continue down the street. I put on my cardigan. Now I'm going uphill, and my ankle is asking how I want to die, because it's screaming. I don't know how long it's been. But it's dark and it's SURELY not 6pm amymore. When I reach the intersection back in the place with no trees, a car I had seen doing past me earlier had turned around, and pulled over. No cross-traffic. Sitting at a stop sign in my path. Inside the extra-long sleves of my cardigan, I palm my pepper-spray, and leave my thumb resting lightly on the safety lock. I stop about six or seven feet away from the stop-sign, hesitating. The passenger window rolls down a bit, but I can't see who's inside. "You need a ride?"

I hope that the person is well-meaning, and decline, saying I'm almost to my car. He asks if I'm sure, and after two more refusals he drives off. I continue.

A bit further, another car comes. They're heading the same way, but on the empty road they slow down, rolling down a window to shot accross the three uninhabited lanes, and ask if I need a ride. I decline once again, wishing that I didn't have to walk anymore but also paranoid once the sun sets, and continue walking. A bit later they slow down again, suggesting I get inside. I say I'm fine. I walk further to see they'd driven foreward then turned around, this time having opened the side door. I avoid eye-contact and walk a bit faster. I don't see them again. I pass the crosses and feel a shiver down my spine as my eyes tear up. I hurriedly walk away and the feeling passes.

I reach the highway and my eyesight is blurring. I'm exhausted and my balance is off, repeatedly stopping to steady myself to keep from falling onto the grass or into the road. I reach the last peak, and the lights stop. I'm walking on the sidewalk on the left side of the road now, and grab my flashlight, illuminating the way in front of me mostly to be visible to oncoming traffic as I cross an unmarked intersection.

Finally. In the distance. The church. The parking lot. My car that I left unattended for hours, most likely. I approach, checking again for broken windows and find none. The wind is strong and almost knocking me over. I unlock the car and put my things inside, sans the pepper spray, flashlight, and gas. Closing the door, pop my gas flap and begin the slow process of figuring out how the fuck to put the gas in my car with five pieces of plastic that combine to make a nozzle, and no instructions. Eventually the can is empty, and I put it back in the trunk. Now the oil. Grab the oil from inside, loop the pepper spray around my wrist, and turn on the flashlight to pop the hood. There's STILL residual heat coming from the engine. I put the hood all the way up and open the screw-top thing for the oil. No funnel, just gotta pour carefully. Empty the whole quart, hope it's enough to get home safe. Sudden gust of wind, the hood falls on me. Pissed off, I open it back up and curse, putting the screw-top thing back in place. Close the empty bottle of oil and throw it in the cab. I'm so done. Get back in my car. Almost out of gas. Drive down to the shitty gas station and get more gas, after an unpleasant encounter with the clerk. Hope that three gallons is enough to get home because now I'm, like, a dollar short for that car payment. Vaugely hoping that it'll wait until midnight when I get paid. Get back on the highway, phone plugged in and gps open. A few miles down, the cab is hot again. Ac/heat still off. Obviously it wasn't just the oil. I crack the windows to get rid of the heat and smoke smell. Stop at an autozone, they're about to close. I get some engine coolant that my car says it's out of. REALLY short for that car payment now. Sit outside as the nice autozone worker looks at my car and shows me where to put the coolant, and instructs me to wait AT LEAST an hour and a half after turning off the car before adding it. Tells me that it might not be what is causing the heat and smoke smell, though, just help with the overheating engine. I sit on the curb looking at my car with the hood up as the nice autozone people (who know me -and my car year make & model- by sight when I walk in the store these days. Honestly, after the sixth trip in Febuary, I got a rewards card because why the fuck not) close up for the night around me. One on them comes up to me and asks if I'm waiting to add the coolant. I honestly reply that I'm just debating drinking the coolant instead. I feel bad when he looks a bit upset. He's always so nice. I get up, decide I might as well go home and add the coolant in the morning. Head home following the gps. Drive for fifteen minutes before I notice I'm passing the SAME AUTOZONE and heading the opposite direction this time. Am pissed and woreed about gas. Finally get home, leave my shit in the car, and head inside. Check my phone. It's fucking 11. I'm so fucking done. My ankle fucking hurts. My car's still fucked up and I'm still broke. I check my bank account and see the car payment hasn't gone through yet. Hopefully it'll wait until tomorrow when I get paid. Force myself to eat a few bites of food becore going to bed.

In the morning I wake up early. Check my account, and sometime between when I got home and when I got paid, my car payment bounced. $25 return fee. Fml. Almost get into a wreck. Car's still blowing hot air with a hint of smoke. I'm late for work somehow. Life sucks. I tell my coworker I don't want to drive her there again. She gets pissed. My ankle throbs. This is my week.

So, like. Hope this was entertaining? Idk. Half wanted to vent, half wanting to see if anyone else knows WHAT THE FUCK those street markings are supposed to mean. They're too uniform to not be deliberate!

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