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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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An accidental flash - Barry Allen x Wayne!reader

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Word count - 1749

Summary; interruption is often than not present in the life of justice, this time Barry Allen is involved

Warnings; nudity, fluff, awkwardness, erection, making out, swearing, brief mention of the talk, mention of murder and prison

The mission had been long and gruelling, and you were just happy that it was over. Being a member of the justice league was hard all on its own, throw being the daughter of Bruce Wayne into the mix, it was understandably a nightmare at times. Sweat riddled your body as though you were the ploy of a river, drowning in your own body’s function as you ripped off your mask and tossed it carelessly onto your bedroom floor; next, your target was the zipper at the front of your suit, luckily your father had fixed it, in the past it had a tendency to get stuck.

Though maybe it’d have been better if it were to have upheld you for a few minutes as you struggled to descend the line of metal teeth downwards, that way you’d have been covered whence an intruder whisked into your room. Everything usually ran slow for him, however this time appeared different, for he showed up just when your suit hit the ground, leaving you half naked, in nothing more than your panties. It took you a moment to even realise that he were there, at your doorway, mouth agape as he took in your exposed beauty.

His heart was practically fluttering out of his chest as he saw you in all your glory, even if it were from the back, and you were sufficiently oblivious to his wondering eyes. Your father would kill him if he ever knew that he were getting this kind of a view of his daughter, but he had yet to panic at that prospect, he was more so focused on how the wading of your spine rippled and the tiresome joints of your shoulders rolled as you stretched your back. Without much of a thought you turned around, with the mental security of the door to your room being closed.

But no longer was it as your eyes widened, and your hands scurried to cover your bare breasts; Barry too realised that his ogling had been a mistake, he knew it was wrong from the get go, but he was so fastened with the concept of being hypnotised by your oblivious magnificence that he’d hardly registered how definitely rude his wordless actions had been. “Oh- I, um- I’m sorry.” The boy stuttered, a flush ravishing his cheeks from being caught shamelessly peeping as he turned around, blocking your entrancing body from his eyes.

“I-it’s, it’s okay Barry.” You confided in him, as you desperately searched for a tee. This base was so new that you’d hardly had the time to move in, a shower sounded absolute, however you were going to need some clothes to change into afterwards. “Do you think you could get me a robe or something please, if it’s not too much?” Barry considered the or something portion of your enquiry as he removed his infamous red hoodie, turning towards you before realising his mistake once more.

“Sure.” He grimaced from his exact mistake again, trying not to begin too drool at the sight of you, moonwalking to reach you and handing you the hoodie, however he tripped over your suit, leaving him in despair on the ground, and you whom had also fallen atop of him. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he could have avoided the awkward scenario that had stumbled the two of you into the current position that you were clambered in. Barry gulped, feeling your breasts pressed straight against his chest, he could feel a masking of nervousness creeping over his neck, as his breath fanned over your upper lip.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on your own. Doing so concealed his nervousness, and it showed that he had no intent to look elsewhere on your body. A smile sprung onto your lips as you felt the constant pounding in the speedster’s chest, it ravaged against your body as it pulmonary beat through the cage of his ribs, sending unintentional shock waves through your body. You licked your lips, a light furrow distorting your brows as you quirked yourself head at his words, eyes also engaged with frolicking in the visual of his own.

“Hi.” Was your repeat. It was strange to be so close to Barry, especially in this sense, but you weren’t entirely complaining. It was unknown how you were supposed to revel out of this position without him seeing you clad in nothing more than your underwear, a part of you was frustrated that you’d have to. And then you felt it, a solid notion against your leg, spurring from his jeans, and resting against your covered mound. “Please tell me that is your phone.”

An awkward smile, with stretched lips and shown teeth justified the truth; it indeed was no device. He had gotten hard from the accidental predicament that the pair of you had quite literally tumbled into. “Sorry.” He mumbled, about to look down, but remembering that was not such a good idea. “I can’t help it- you’re so beautiful in and out of clothes, and like, it’s my body, that has yours against it, if you get me?” He rambled, making you shake your head at him, and laugh lightly, causing him to freeze.

“Okay.” You replied, hardly believing that you were about to do such an act, as you learn down and pecked his lips. His entire body, and you meant entire, went rigid, lulling in the brief moment that your lips were against your own, a dazed and dopey expression contorting his face. “You good Allen?” You enquired with a pat to his chest, as he licked his lips, reminiscing in the taste of your own. He dumbly nodded, though he intently pulled you back down for another, elongated encore of the action.

The pair of you were enduring a passion, more innocent as it seemed, making you oblivious to the footsteps that gained closeness every moment that you spent revelled in one another. Perhaps no one would have known that you and Barry were entangled like so if your door were closed, but it was not, leaving a sufficient glance for any passers by. When Victor walked passed, he gave you a small applause, and a light catcall, making your head jolt up, only for Barry to pull it back down.

Arthur smirked and shook his head; kids. He said nothing and stoically traipsed past, whilst Dianna recalled that she ought to direct a motive talk to the pair of you later on. Those two were away from your senses. Barry’s hands found refuge on your back, pinning you closer against him as he felt you slither your tongue against his lips, and he was certainly more than happy to allow you entry into the warm and wet cavern of his mouth. He groaned when you tugged delightedly upon his dark locks, feeling how your tongue swirled around in his mouth, fighting and winning dominance in the realm.

It was quite the conjuncture to be caught in, more so by the billionaire in Gotham, the Batman. As soon as Bruce saw you, his daughter, and the young man that he recruited for the team attached in such ways that he did not appreciate, he called out your name, making you shiver against your team member as you looked up, terrified of the fact that he had seen you like this, with Barry! Really, you should have expected nothing more, or at least have shut the door, but you had been too occupied.

Bruce cleared his throat as a blush blossomed over Barry’s skin, he was internally terrified. If you weren’t atop of him, he’d have definitely sped away, saving his skin from the hell that he’d endure from your father. You expected your parent to shout, to scold you, to threaten the life of the man beneath you, but instead he diverted his eyes, and raised his brows, as he thought of the talk that he’d have to have with the pair of you later on. “The two of you missed the meeting, now I see why.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Bolted from your mouth, but the only response that you earned from your father was him shutting the door, to everyone’s relief. “Fuck.” You groaned, dropping your head upon Barry’s chest. It was embarrassing, sure you were no longer some teenager that needed to be checked on every five minutes, or directed down a narrow path, but it was nerve wrecking all the same. You’d never wanted your father to see you like that, and if he had reprimanded you, that’d have been highly hypocritical all the same.

“He didn’t kill me.” Relief embezzled Barry as he heaved a heavy sigh, dropping his head back onto the carpet. “I mean if he did, then both our fathers would be in prison.” He spoke with a shrug, and you placed a sweet peck onto his jaw, causing a smile to reprimand presence onto his handsome and well structured face.

“Eh.” You shrugged considerably, Barry raising his brows at your reaction, that had yet to be finished. “He’d have someone cover it up, and he’d still be a free man. Money can do quite a lot. For all we know, he’s plotting on taking you out when you least expect it.” You reasoned, making his hands pause their stroking on your back.

“I must insist on another kiss before that happens then.” He puckered his lips, but rather than receiving a diligent peck opposed onto the surface of them, your forefinger pressed down on them, halting his hopes for a continuation.

“Take me on a date Allen.” You winked at him as you stood, no longer covering up from his gaze as you grasped his hoodie, and retreated into the attached bathroom. You were certainly something else, and if Bruce were to kill him in some way, he was sure it’d be worth it. When he was with you, he liked to endure everything slowly, and appreciate every notion in progress that you made, whether it be a true smile or a blunt roll of your eyes.

The sound of the stream from the shower turning on alerted his ears that you were now cleansing yourself, he too thought that sounded like a good idea, and thus he vacated to his own room and did so, singing lightly in the shower as he thought of where he could take you for a first date.

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minniepetals · 5 years ago

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buttercream.01

— summary: you were always adorable in their eyes, sometimes a little too adorable.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, poly!au, ceo!au

— word count: 3.2k

— warnings: none

— a/n: a little something to thank you for everything

╰ part 1: buttercream / part 2: buttercup / part 3: buttermilk / part 4: butterscotch / part 5: butterfly

Sleepy.

You felt so, so sleepy.

If you were in a better position with a better headspace, you would have excused yourself to head on home but no. It was you and your stubborn self and your dumb little crushes on your seven bosses that held you back from wanting to leave.

It was just a casual company dinner where they rented out a private space for all the employees.

So far people had gone drunk and sleepy, most left because they were too tired as the night went by and you, you sat alone refusing to take even a sip of your drink because you knew you weren't good with taking your drinks.

You should have left way earlier but it was the fact that you had seen many ladies flirting with your seven guys that made you stay — they weren't exactly yours, you just liked calling them that — so you sat on the sideline watching everyone else talk and flirt with them.

And as time went on, the sleepier you got, the harder it was to keep your eyes open.

"Hey, Y/N?"

A sweet angel's voice called upon your name.

But you were too sleepy to try and answer back. Your face rested against your hand with your elbow propped up against the table, one cheek squished and making you look too adorable in their eyes.

"Y/N?" Taehyung called again, his forefinger bopping your nose lightly but you swatted it away. In normal conditions, you would have never gotten the courage to do such a thing nor ignore any of your boss's calls. But it wasn't normal, you were drunk on the lack of sleep you had received.

"Is she drunk?" Namjoon asked as a small smile curled along his lips at the sight of you.

"I haven't seen her picked up her drink once this evening," the youngest said.

Taehyung leaned in close to your face, taking in your sweet scent of rose-scented perfume, causing him to smile once he leaned back. "No alcohol, just sweet roses."

Everyone had gone by the time the clock had struck midnight, everyone except them and you. They found themselves a little surprised you were still there, knowing you weren't much of a party girl through observations, but that didn't mean they weren't happy.

Your breathing slowed, your head feeling more relaxed and ready to fall but just as Taehyung was about to catch it from hitting against the table, he had been a second too late and they cringed at the harsh thud.

Soon enough, you were awake again with a whine leaving your lips.

"Stupid Y/N, stop getting off task."

Off task?

They blinked at your words, at the way you seemed to not have noticed your surroundings as you began speaking to yourself about needing to finish your work before the morning sun arrived.

But then your eyes looked up and you found Yoongi sitting just across from you.

A short moment of silence passed as the two of you stared at one another until you burst out in fits of giggles.

"Yoon, why do you look so adorable?"

The man blinked and Jimin almost choked on his drink. "Y-Yoon?" Yoongi stuttered, completely caught off guard. "Did she just called me adorable?"

"I mean, you kind of are," Hoseok shrugged admittedly in a playful manner.

"Is she sleep talking? Or is she just too tired to function?" Seokjin asked from your other side, the place he had walked over to take a few minutes prior to when everyone else had left.

"And you, Jinnie!" You pointed at the man and his brow raised, surprised you had such bravery to do such a thing. Yet when he saw the cute little pout on your face, he knew he couldn't ever get mad at you. "You're always being unfair," you mumbled through your pout.

Seokjin's eyes grew in panic at the sight of tears glistening along your waterline. "Hey, baby, why are you crying?"

"See? That again!" You accused him before letting your hand down as a few tears fell. Their hearts fell for a moment and Seokjin reached out in worry but you were quick to swat his hand away. "Don't call me baby unless you mean it," you scolded with a huff, still sounding cute and adorable like a little child. "Don't give me endearing nicknames if I'm not the only girl you're gonna be flirting with, it isn't fair."

"Baby-"

"And you're even worse than him!"

"Me?" Jimin scoffed in disbelief as he placed his glass down. "How am I worse?"

"Because you openly flirt with everyone you see and it hurts Y/N's heart."

Talking from a third perspective.

They stole glances at the leader but Namjoon could only shrug. It was a habit of his but he hadn't ever known you were one to do such a thing either.

"It hurts your heart, hm?" A smirk danced at the corner of Jimin's lips as he watched you. "And why is that, may I ask?"

"Because!" Your pouting deepened, ready to cry some more and Jungkook who sat next to his hyung was quick to smack the man on the arm. "One moment you flirt with me and then the next, I see you flirting with other girls and it hurts because I thought...I thought you said Y/N-ie was special."

"Y/N-ie is special!" Jimin quickly emphasized, suddenly feeling bad for all his mischievous acts that had only meant to try and make you jealous. But now he realized how wrong that had been as his heart fell at the sight of your tears.

Taehyung went on to wipe your tears away and you allowed him, for a short moment before you looked away, facing away from him.

"You're all at fault here," you said.

"Does Y/N-ie need us to make her feel special? Is that what it is?" You looked up at Hoseok's voice and with a little bit of hesitation, nodded shyly and they cooed at the sight. "Come here, pumpkin."

You crawled over from Seokjin's lap and they watched you sit on Hoseok's lap with your arms wrapped around the man as you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck. Oh how the others wished they were in Hoseok's position.

"Oh come on, Hoseok hyung gets the special treatment?" Jungkook frowned as the older one just chuckled.

"Hobi's a gentleman. But sometimes I wish, I just wish that he would.." A small cub's yawn escaped you and their hearts melted, "treat me like a lady rather than a friend."

"Is that what you want?" Namjoon asked with hope. "Is this your confession?"

But you had already fallen asleep into the actual world of dreams.

"How the heck did I get home last night?"

You groaned at the uncomfortable feeling of having gone to sleep with your clothes from the night before as you got up. A big yawn escaped out of you just as you noticed a little note left on your nightstand.

We brought you home because you had fallen asleep. Forgive me but I had to look through your bag to find your key. Rest assured, nothing was stolen. Sweet dreams, moonwalker. See you at work — knj

Sweet dreams...moonwalker?

And then you gasped before a scream quickly escaped your lips as the events of the night before flashed through your mind.

"Frick, frick, frick!" You shouted, legs bouncing as you walked around in circles as your heart began drumming loudly and fast. "I'm going to get fired, what is wrong with me?! I got drunk off the lack of sleep! I'm so stupid!"

You stared at the note again and the last words stood out, leaving you to want to burst out crying. "See you at work, he says. He's going to fire me!"

If you could turn back time, you would.

But sadly you didn't have powers such as that so you could only head on to work later that day in hopes of not ever seeing your bosses again — which was dumb because they were your boss so it was inevitable to see them — but at least you'd slow down the rate of getting fired quicker, right?

Wrong.

You were called in by Yoongi's secretary that said they wanted to see you.

On the way to Yoongi's office, you could only blame yourself even more as your heartbeat quickened, knowing fully well of the punishment you were to receive. Heck, you called the dude adorable! And called Seokjin and Jimin out on their flirting but what had that to do with you? You didn't own them, why the heck did you say such a thing? And huddled up against Hoseok?

Oh crap. Hoseok.

You were definitely going to be fired.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness, I was just talking nonsense that had nothing to do with any of you!" Perhaps it was a lie, and perhaps blurting out the first thing that came to your mind wasn't the best thing to do the second you walked into that office but what else could you do to save your career? Your life's worth depended on them and you had screwed up.

"Nothing to do with us?"

Just that simple question and the deep tone of Jimin's voice had your knees almost falling.

"Yes, sir."

"You hesitated," Hoseok pointed out.

"It isn't good to lie, Y/N," Jungkook scolded.

You could only gulp as you stood there completely frozen with fear with your head lowered, refusing to meet any of their gazes due to your embarrassment.

Everyone knew the seven bosses had close relationships with one another, they never hid such a thing. So for you to bravely act up in front of them at your vulnerable moment, you knew you had totally messed up. You couldn't even blame them if they wanted to fire you. After all, you deserved it for the way you had acted.

"Now tell us the truth," Namjoon ordered and you could feel their intense gaze on you. "The things you said last night...were they true?"

They were. Of course they were.

You were jealous of the other ladies that were always brave enough to walk up to them and spoke without stumbling upon their words, without making a fool of themselves. You hated getting your hopes up only for it to be broken down once you'd come upon one of them flirting with another lady. With a pretty lady. Every lady they spoke to were pretty and you'd begin to second guess yourself, wondering whether the outfit you were wearing was good enough, whether you had gone over the top. You'd look at yourself in the bathroom and wondered whether you were pretty enough, whether you were good enough.

And then you'd head back to doing your work with a head down and one of them would come strolling by and make you smile.

Then the routine would repeat just like every other day.

"I..." your voice shook a little and they held their breaths. "What'll you do if I say yes?" You asked, fingers crawled against each other. "What'll you do if I say no? I'll be fired either way, right? Is there a good reason to me giving you an answer?"

Yoongi's brows furrowed. "Why do you think we're firing you?"

"Because I was impulsive and rude."

"You're the most hardworking employee we have here," he said, "What'll we do if we lose a good person like you? It'll be our loss."

"But I...but I-"

"We asked you that question because..." You could hear the footsteps of Seokjin as he walked on over towards you and you held your breath. If they weren't going to fire you then they'd definitely punish you in some ways. But that would be okay, you could take extra paperwork, extra hours, overtime. As long as you weren't being fired, right?

Still, it was scary thinking about it. You were tired enough from all the things that were weighing down on you. But if that were their wishes, you knew you'd have to oblige. After all, you did something unacceptable.

Seokjin stopped just in front of you and took his forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up to look at him.

His eyes softened at your glossy eyes before leaning down to place a kiss on top of your forehead.

You blinked at the sudden action, totally caught off guard and a blush was quick to reach your cheeks.

"What...w-what does that mean?" You stuttered.

Jimin came up to your side, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek while Taehyung placed another kiss on the other side of your face. Your face was heating up, reaching your ears but you could only stand there frozen.

"What do you think, baby?"

Baby?

Namjoon wasn't one to call someone an endearing nickname that easily.

"You mean..." You trailed off, face a blushing mess but they only gave you sweet smiles.

"No firing, no punishments, none of that for our baby."

"Baby..."

Hoseok smiled. "That's right."

"You meant the things you said last night, right?" Jungkook asked, his eyes piercing into yours with cute bunny eyes.

"I..yes, I-I did."

"Good," the maknae smiled, satisfied. "Because we've liked you since forever."

You shook your head. "No way."

"Yes way," Taehyung quickly said. "You're too cute and adorable and you're always so helpful towards others."

"And we've only been flirting with the others because we wanted a reaction out of you."

"That..." You pouted, hitting Jimin lightly on his chest. "That's mean."

"I know, baby, I didn't mean it," he said, pulling you into a warm embrace as he rocked you back and forth. "I'm sorry."

"But hey, at least that got you to speak up about your feelings, right?"

You blushed a little more at Seokjin's reminder and they burst out laughing. "I'm such an embarrassment."

"No, baby," Yoongi grinned, "you were adorable."

"Too adorable for this world," Hoseok agreed.

"And you're ours now."

"Finally our sweet baby girl."

Life had never been more perfect since then. Everything felt just right, from the secret glances you'd share, the moments they'd sneak you away just to steal a kiss out of you, or when they'd send you winks whenever their eyes met you somewhere in public and they couldn't give you their time.

It was a relationship you had never known you'd ever be a part of but thanked your lucky star for giving you such an opportunity.

Other times when some of them got too overwhelmed with everything, they'd call for you to see them in their office, only for them to rest their heads and use you as a pillow. But you never minded, you were always more than happy to help them out in any way possible.

Other times, like Saturday nights where most of them were less busy and some of them didn't have to head into work the next day, you'd come by their place and relax.

Jungkook had fallen asleep at some point when you were rambling about random things. But you couldn't blame him because you were sure he must've been really tired from all the works he had to do.

At least, that was what you thought but Jungkook was only resting his eyes, content with everything in his life now that they've got you.

"Kooks?" You called his name in a soft manner. Jungkook would have replied back but then he wondered what you'd do when you thought that he was asleep so he remained quiet, surpassing the urge in wanting to smile.

He felt your tiny finger bop his nose before moving on to lightly trace along his lashes and wondered what you were thinking about. "You know, I still can't believe this is real." Your voice had always been soft and sweet but the way you said that came out into a breathless whisper and just for that, Jungkook had almost pried his eyes open. "It feels like a sweet dream and I feel like the luckiest girl to be alive, being able to love and be loved by seven most kindhearted and handsome men and I just..."

He could feel you inching closer and closer and before he knew it, your lips pressed softly against his lips but they had backed away too quick for his liking.

"Crap," you whispered and he could already see you blushing. "What if he was awake? What if he felt that? Y/N, you little idiot, why would you do that?"

Cue his time to open his eyes.

"What if I was awake all along?"

Your breath hitched and Jungkook grabbed your wrist before you could try and escape. "Kook, why would you pretend to sleep? I-"

He grabbed your face and slammed his lips against your lips. "Did that feel real?"

You blinked. "Hm?"

Again, his lips fell on top of yours but that time it lasted longer, sweeter, softer. "Did that feel like a dream?" Your man asked the moment he backed away only enough so that he was hovering just an inch away from you.

"N-no..." You mumbled through a pout, a sight he couldn't help but to place another kiss on your lips. "S-stop."

Jungkook raised a challenging brow. "You want me to stop?"

"Well..no, but-"

"If this is the only way I can remind you that none of this is a dream, then I'll continue doing it even until you've finally figured it out in that little head of yours that this is all real."

"Kook..."

"I love you," he confessed and if you weren't surprised by his actions then, you were totally awestruck at that moment.

"Dropping the bomb without us, huh?"

The two of you looked over towards the bedroom door to find Hoseok walking in while the others followed just behind.

"It was the right time," the maknae shrugged as he got up from hovering above you while you remained frozen, still a little unsure whether you had heard right.

Yoongi went on to take a seat on the bedside, arms gesturing towards you. "Come here, baby girl." You obliged, letting him help you sit up so that he was able to hold you close. "What Jungkook said is true, we all love you, we just couldn't find the right moment to spill it." You looked up at the rest. Some looked shy, the others hiding that shyness behind a sweet smile. "Now you don't have to say anything if you aren't ready, we don't want to force anything out of-"

"I love you!" You blurted out without much thought and your cheeks flushed with a beautiful rose blush. "I love you so much," you said again. "Why does this feel like a sweet dream?"

"It isn't," Jungkook promised as he came up from behind, snaking his arms along your waist and chills were quick to fall down your body.

"And we'll remind you every day that it isn't," Namjoon avowed and you could feel the sweet lingering kisses that fell on top of your body.

Kisses of silent vows of love.

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akaashisupremacy · 4 years ago

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Under the Stars

Summary: After a wedding date mishap, Futakuchi has some making up to do. How can he turn things around when the evening is about to end?

Notes: Idk why but I’m strangely invested in Futakuchi’s character. If you like this, check my other Futakuchi fic here and my Masterlist. Read this on Ao3!

Dedicated to that anon request that wanted a Futakuchi wedding date scenario. This for u!!!!

Futakuchi x reader

genre: fluff (wc: 1.1k)

“Can we go now?”

You open the bathroom door to find Futakuchi Kenji slathered with red wine. A dark red splash runs from his shoulder to his hip, staining his undershirt beneath.

“What happened?!” you exclaim.

You brought Futakuchi as your date to a wedding and the night was going relatively smooth until…now.

“So I ran into my high school ex,” he begins.

“Oh, lord,” you sigh, dread creeping up on your chest.

“And she reminded me that our relationship did not end well by chucking a glass of wine at me...” he explains, “...is the short version of this story.”

After quickly giving him some tissue to sponge his shirt, you both take a beeline to the parking lot to avoid any further confrontation.

You’re visibly disappointed. The venue was a beautiful large cabin two hours away from the city on the mountainous part of the prefecture. It takes two hours to get there and you’re sulking in the car just when the dancing comes on because of Futakuchi’s poor past decisions. Maybe you should’ve brought another friend instead.

He feels guilty about ruining the party for you as his hands land on the wheel.

“I’m really sorry,” he professes, “Look, if you want to go back and dance we can just go back. We don’t have to leave. I’ll deal with my ex, it’s fine.”

You grudgingly shake your head knowing it won’t be that easy, “We should go.”

He solemnly nods, beginning to drive away.

“Damn, I knew I was a shitty boyfriend. Didn’t expect to be a bad date too.” he silently chides himself.

While driving along the road, you catch sight of an empty parking space for some small nearby cafes that overlook the bright lights of the city. You peer out of the window. He notices and pulls the car over.

You turn to him questioningly.

“We don’t really have anywhere else to go. Might as well take a look right?” he shrugs.

You get out of the car to find the city below to be an array of silver and gold lights twinkling under the clear night sky. Miyagi is breathtaking from where you stand.

“That’s the freeway,” you excitedly point to him, “Date district is probably that clump of lights over there.”

“And the old city gymnasium should be that way,” he adds, looking over your right. After graduating Dateko, Futakuchi went on to be the vice-captain for the municipal team.

You shake your head, “Even in a misadventure, all you can talk about is volleyball.”

“And you still act like this is news to you,” he replies, raising his brow.

You lean on the barrier and grin, “I should pretend to be shocked when you bring up volleyball just to keep things spicy.”

A laugh escapes his usual smirk.

60’s pop music flows out from one of the nearby cafes and you hum by yourself and sway a little bit. Futakuchi sways along with you.

You feel him take your hand in a surprisingly gentle and almost shy gesture. Wordlessly you both dance side by side. He butchers the moonwalk, you do a poorly executed cha cha. You twirl him, he twirls you back. You both giggle and enjoy the moment.

A slower beat comes on and you instinctively put your hands on his shoulders. Hesitation initially crosses his face yet his hands make their way to your waist.

“I’m really sorry I ruined the wedding for you.” He softly murmurs in your ear, “If you take me as your date to another wedding, we’ll have a better time I promise.”

“The wedding wasn’t all that anyways,” you shook your head. “Kinda stuffy. Not enough sky.”

Your head leans on his chest and you close your eyes. Futakuchi is taken by surprise but he revels at your warmth and how close you are to him. He’s nervous that you can hear how fast his heart is beating but there’s no way he’s letting go of you right now.

He’s always wanted to be this close to you. Pressing his nose to the top of your head, he inhales the scent of your hair which you find surprisingly intimate. His hands resist the urge to grab your hands and instead he simply pulls you closer.

Towards the end of the song, you place your hand on his chest to pull away, “Hey, is everything alright?”

Your questions jolts him back into reality.

“Ye-yeah...but maybe we should go,” he stumbles, abruptly pulling away. He feels stupid and embarrassed that he got swept up.

Futakuchi starts heading towards the car.

“I-I actually want one more dance,” you stutter. “If that’s ok.”

He looks stupefied beyond words but he walks back to you without questions, his mouth somewhat agape. As the next song plays, he takes your hands and places them on his shoulders. His nose makes its way back to the top of your head and for the next three minutes, the rest of the world is on pause.

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When the long ride back to Miyagi ends, you both sit in the dark trying to find a way to end the night. Futakuchi fumbles around saying something about hoping you had a good time as he tensely clutches onto the wheel.

“I had a good time,” you smile. “Especially since I wasn’t the one that got confronted by their ex.” You chuckle, he scowls.

“You cannot bring that up with our other friends.” he massages his temples.

“No promises,” you grin. You gather your guts to give him a quick peck on the cheek before getting off, “Goodnight.”

His eyes widen at the realization and he grabs your wrist, “Wait—”

He reaches out for your face for one more kiss, on the lips this time. You lean in and see him smile when he realizes that you’re kissing back.

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tiptapricot · 4 years ago

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Hey there! Would you happen to have any headcanons for Sam Emerson and/or the Frog Brothers?

I do have some for Sam, yea! I don’t have any for the frog bros though, just cause I don’t rlly vibe w them as much

Lucy helps trim and re-bleach his hair whenever it grows out too much

He can’t come up with good insults to save his life, and makes people laugh more often than not if he tries to

He blushes easily and flushes all splotchy from his chest up to his ears

He loves bubblegum but hates bubblegum as a flavor, so he only buys variants. His favorites are orange and watermelon

Homophobia and a brief mention of drugs and alcohol under cut

When he turns seventeen ABBA’s Dancing Queen is playing nonstop the whole day. He’s just dancing around singing along to the words the whole time, pulling Michael and Lucy over to join him. He gets Michael to reluctantly get into it, and they start seeing who can sing the loudest

As seen in canon he sings in the bath/shower, but the thing is, he doesn’t realize that people can hear him when he does it. He’s just totally, blissfully, unaware that the bathroom isn’t sound proof

He really likes reading elementary-MS level novels, just because they’re fun and easy and in high supply. Think Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew, Bailey School Kids , etc., that kind of vibe

He chews on his pencils

He actually really enjoys school, and he gets pretty good grades too

He’s kind of a goody two shoes (affectionate) and feels uncomfortable breaking rules most of the time

He always makes friends with the librarians and lunch people at school, and a handful of teachers too. They all think he’s a gem (because he is😌)

He’s pretty self conscious when it comes to his orientation, and how people treat him for it. He’s been called every insult under the sun by the time he reaches high school, and has learned to laugh it off and just say he has a different fashion sense than most people, before busting out some classic “guy” knowledge that “proves” that he’s straight

It seems to work well enough

He’s really just trying to convince himself, when it comes down to it, and does such a good job that he actually starts to believe that after awhile

He has kind of a breakdown/forced realization one night while he’s laying in bed, like it just hits him yknow? It clicks into place that, oh... I actually am gay, huh?

He’s kind of conflicted about it for awhile, because he’s been making excuses and denying things for so long that it can’t be true, right?

It gets to the point that he’s practically bursting at the seams, not really sure what to do and feeling worse and worse about it by the day. One night he just trudges into Michael’s room and flops down face first on the bed, and when Michael asks him what’s wrong, he kinda reaches up to squeeze the blankets a bit, takes a deep breath, and mumbles, “I’m gay.”

He’s still laying face down, so when Michael doesn’t respond at first, his anxiety ratchets up to ninety and he just starts crying into the comforter

Michael’s hand is on his back immediately and he’s curling up next to him to pull him into a hug, and Sam just presses his face against his brother’s chest and cries harder

Michael tells him that that’s ok, that Sam is ok, and that he loves him so so much and always will

When Michael comes out himself a month or so later, Sammy’s just elated (Lucy is of course supportive of both of them)

His favorite sodas are Pepsi and Fanta

He doesn’t know how drugs work, he’d say “I know how to do a weed” to try and impress people, and he’s never touched alcohol in his life (and still doesn’t really when he’s older)

He tries to teach himself how to moonwalk once and ends up tripping and banging his head on his bedside table. It leaves a scar right above his right eyebrow

He picked up swearing in middle school and thought it made him the coolest fucking guy at the time

He hates black tea and coffee, they give him a headache and he hates the flavor

He collects cheap plastic rings from mall games and cereal boxes

His favorite color is magenta

He’s really bad at flirting but also does it a lot accidentally just because he’s a generally nice guy

He doesn’t like wearing hats

He has VERY strong opinions on music that no one else in his family fully understands, but they listen anyway (he likes to explain things w very emphatic movements)

He sunburns easily

He always falls for pranks and when ppl fuck with him, which led to him only finding out that bell peppers are in fact not the spiciest pepper when Lucy mentioned they were in dinner one time

(Michael told him that when he was younger to seem cool and keep Sammy out of the snack drawer)

To get revenge, he tells Michael the steampunk era was a real historical era, and that he “learned it in history last year, you really gotta pay more attention in class Mike”

He sticks his tongue out when focusing

He screams the first time Micahel takes him on a ride on his bike and refuses to ride on one ever again

He really likes the smell of the dishwasher right after it’s done, and of fresh laundry

He doesn’t know how to swim

Michael is his favorite person in the whole world, and he’ll tell anyone willing to listen just how cool he is. He’s probably embellished some stories over the years, but no one has to know Michael didn’t actually fight off three ninjas when he stood up to Sam’s bullies in third grade

Headcanons masterpost

#sam emerson #tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the fruit is answering again #the fruit is headcanoning again

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misskittysmagicportal · 4 years ago

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When Vicky Needed Honey

(An OC Kiss Week collaboration between @super-unpredictable98 and @misskittysmagicportal. No warnings, just mother/daughter love. Moonwalkers/The Umbrella Academy AU)

I woke up with that weird feeling again. I looked over at Klaus, still pretty much asleep, and grunted. On my way to the bathroom I prayed and prayed, but no luck. My period was nowhere to be found. A couple of days, I can understand, an entire week is a bit more worrying.

The last few days I've been feeling kinda sick, but it could be stress. I've been feeling kinda tired, understandable after two apocalypses. I've been feeling a little dizzy, which could easily be from the time travel... But my period wouldn't come, so that was starting to freak me out.

"Hey, Vanya... Would you buy a pregnancy test for me?" I rehearsed in front of the mirror. "No, no, I should ask Allison. She has a daughter, she'd understand, right?"

I nearly jumped when Klaus shifted in his sleep, I hoped with all my might he didn't hear what I just said. I sat on the edge of the tub and let my head roll back. How the fuck did we let that happen? We always wear a condom!

Well, technically a condom has 98% of effectiveness, according to the box, which I was reading as I thought about it. That means... 2 out of 100 women will get pregnant. With the amount of sex we have, it wouldn't be surprising that I could become part of this 2%. Damn it, Klaus! Why do you have to be so charming? Blame it on three decades of suppressed desire I guess.

I had to talk to someone, someone who wouldn't judge me, someone I could trust. There was only one person I could think of, so I went back into the room and as silently as possible, I slid the black briefcase from under our bed. The date was already set, so all I had to do was open it.

I felt that familiar pull of time travel, that endless rope that dragged me across the universe, which seemed to take forever, even though it was less than a second. As soon as I landed, I regretted it, my stomach did not like the disturbance and I felt like I was about to throw up.

"Vicky? Are you ok?" I felt a gentle hand on my back and took a few deep breaths before being able to turn back.

"Honey! Thank fucking God you're here! I need to talk to you."

"Is it Klaus? It's Klaus. Oh my god, tell me he's alright"

"Alright, I think we should sit down for this one..."

Honey nodded with a smile and took my hand as we made our way to the couch. I chewed on my bottom lip for a little while, thinking of the best way to say it, but I didn't wanna admit it:

"So, I'm gonna say it and I need you to listen because it's very complex," I started. "I think I'm pregnant, and I feel horrible because I don't want to be. Not that I don't want any kids, I do, in the future. The problem is that we just came out of the second apocalypse, everything is a mess, my family is all over the place. I love Klaus more than anything, so I don't wanna throw this onto him, you know? He's been through so much already!"

"Sweetie..."

"And I'm terrified of not being a good mother, the only mother I ever had was a robot. I love her to bits, but what if all I can give my child is robot-love? I don't even know what it feels like, my birth mom clearly didn't love me, she chose to give me away for money, I understand she wasn't expecting to get pregnant out of the blue, but... I don't understand why she couldn't love me. I feel so selfish and so stupid for letting this happen, and I keep thinking about my biological mom, I'm freaking out here," I started sobbing. "You're the only person I can talk to."

Honey began to live for the sound of her “kids” popping by the apartment. She brought the books home with her more often in case Klaus would come by to learn more about himself. Or Luther who really just wanted the tiny woman to hold him the way a robot never could. And Diego who well, was always hitting on her. Allison and Vicky and Vanya helped her feel not so alone.

Yeah, they were her children. They were mostly older than Honey. The discarded. The outcast. Who suffered abuse. They were the bought and sold to a billionaire. They were a magical pregnancy and 43 terrified women, one she would become 15 years from now. Thank God she already knew what one of those felt like.

Honey was checking on Sugar and Sunny as they napped. The large crow with his beak buried in his ebony feathers kept one large yellow eye on them from above. Sunny was enamored with the corvid. Klaus, despite being 35 years older than himself, was deeply jealous.

It was from their room, after hearing a familiar VOIP sound in the living room, that Honey just felt in her body something was wrong. There was an anxiety emanating from Vicky whose back was to her.

“Vicky? Are you ok?” Honey gently touched the woman. She wanted to hug her, but opted for minor affection.

Vicky's expression in response worried Honey. “Is it Klaus? It's Klaus. Oh my god, tell me he's alright.” Her lip started to tremble. For a clone of Leon, Klaus was infused with his mother.

Half an hour later, Honey could only stare slack-jawed over Vicky's guts being spilled all over the couch. So to speak.

Honey took Vicky’s hand and did what her mom would do. What she and Julia found themselves doing with their children. Whether they were full grown men or toddlers. Honey kissed Vicky's hand several times and held it over her heart.

“First of all, I can't speak for your birth mother or the others. I know Klaus told me it was a spontaneous pregnancy. Like BAM! We're suddenly giving birth. For me, even being 45,” Honey shivered dramatically, “I would rather kill Reginald and take you all. But whatever the other women did. That's on them.

“But! If anyone knows about an unexpected pregnancy, it's me. She's asleep in the other room with her brother. I think I realized I was knocked up, I just ignored it until Leon mentioned something about my body being new. We NEVER used protection. Pills in the sixties were for married women only. The fact that we had sex for over a year before anything happened is a freaking miracle.

I took two tests in the flat. Then at the clinic. Just a few weeks before, abortion became legal AND funded by the NHS. I told no one, went and made that woman tell me every single step of the process. I asked how easy the adoption process in the UK is. I wasn't keeping it no matter what.”

Now Honey took both of Vicky’s hands, “You have so many readily available options.” She kissed them both again, “But please just let Klaus know. It's YOUR choice. YOURS. Ultimately, I changed my mind. I had her on my own. Pregnancy, birth, her first six months. I wasn't even on the same continent as Leon. But if my baby would have half his looks, and his way of loving, and even an OUNCE of his heart, Leon deserved to be a dad. I WANTED to have his baby. I don't regret my decision. I don't want to regret yours either. We all love you.”

Honey kissed Vicky's forehead, “I mean I'm your mom now.”

I would've started crying if I wasn't already, it felt so good to finally have someone to hold my hand. I can only imagine dad's reaction if I told him I was pregnant with Klaus' baby... It was awesome to not be judged for once.

"I wanna tell him, I'm just scared... If I really am pregnant, I wanna keep it, but what if he doesn't like it? What if he doesn't wanna be a dad?"

My desperate rambling was interrupted by a blue surge of energy right in the middle of the room, that could only mean one thing... Klaus and Five fell from it with a loud thud.

I had to cover my mouth not to scream, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, but Honey seemed pleased with the new visitors.

"Jesus Vicky... I woke up and you were gone, I was worried!" Klaus squeezed me in a tight hug.

"I told you she was fine, Victoria can handle herself," Five rolled his eyes. "It's not like she can get hurt."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disappear."

Klaus moved to give Honey a hug as well, she kissed his forehead and urged him to sit down between us.

"I know this face, Scnucki..." Klaus placed his hand on my cheek. "What's wrong?"

I looked over at Honey and she gave me a reassuring nod. With a sigh, I took Klaus' hand, tracing the 'hello' with the tip of my finger.

"Klausie," I tried to muster the courage to say it. "I know the timing might not be the best, things are a little crazy right now, but I think I might be..."

"Might be...?" He stared at me nervously.

"Pregnant."

Klaus' mouth dropped and he widened his eyes. Shit! Shit! He hates it, he wasn't happy. He was gonna leave me right there and then.

"But we always..."

"I know, but apparently condoms are only 98% effective."

"You two really abuse your luck," Five mused.

"Timing isn't great, but if you want to keep it, I'm with you. It's our baby," a smile tugged at Klaus' lips. "And I love you, so..."

"Actually," I got up as fast as I could. "I love you too, but I'm not pregnant. If you guys will excuse me, I gotta go to the toilet, like right now!"

Honey watched as Vicky ran off to the bathroom. She was left with a bewildered Klaus, slack jawed over everything that quickly took place. She could only snort as Leon popped up from the same corner Vicky had just flown around. Mouth agape identical to his clone.

“Alright love,” Leon kissed her on the cheek. “Never told me the kids were coming ‘round for a visit.” He eyed up Five, still uncertain of him.

Klaus dramatically planted a fist on his hip, “Im thirty-six.”

“Too right. What's going on? Is Vicky ok she looked barmy.”

“Well we were almost grandparents.”

“GRANDPARENTS?! I'm thirty! Bloody hell I can't keep track of the ten we have now. Can't handle a baby, mate. Not coming from you. No offense.”

“All of it taken,” Klaus quipped.

“Well we don't need to worry about it. Pretty sure Vicky just overwhelmingly got her period. Better luck next time!”

Every single person in the room nearly knocked Honey flat with a loud in unison “NEXT TIME?”

She wouldn't make that mistake again.

#vicky #the eighth child #honey comb #tupelo honey #ockissweek #ockiss21 #leon x honey #vicky x klaus

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michaeljacksoncaptaineo · 4 years ago

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Today in History

On January 26, 1984, Michael Jackson's hair caught on fire while filming a Pepsi commercial.

UPI:

JAN. 28, 1984

Michael Jackson hospitalized after fireworks mishap on set of Pepsi commercial

ByJEFF HASEN

LOS ANGELES -- Superstar Michael Jackson, hospitalized with burns from fireworks that ignited his hair during filming of a commercial, was quietly discharged from a hospital Saturday against his doctor's recommendation.

Dr. Steve Hoefflin said he believed it was best for Jackson to stay at Brotman Memorial Hospital, but reluctantly agreed to his release at 12:30 p.m. PST (3:30 p.m. EST). Hours earlier, he had told reporters Jackson would be hospitalized 'for several days.'

'We recommended that Michael stay, but we determined this could be done as well out of the hospital as in the hospital,' Hoefflin said. 'Despite our recommendation, he felt he did want to be treated as an outpatient.

'He was quite happy. He felt better after a good night's sleep. He's in excellent health and was showing very rapid signs of recovery. He's very pleased it was not more of a severe burn.'

Hoefflin said he did not know where Jackson planned to go.

Jackson, 25, was dancing down a stairway at the Shrine Auditorium Friday night in a scene for a multi-million dollar Pepsi commercial when a special effects smoke bomb apparently misfired and set his pomade-slicked hair ablaze.

Nurse Pat Lavalas, the burn unit supervisor, said Jackson was in good spirits Saturday morning and he received many telephone calls, including get-well wishes from singers Teddy Pendergrass and Stephanie Mills.

'He left in good spirits and his condition is good,' she said. 'He didn't speak about the accident to us. He watched 'American Bandstand' this morning and people were getting his autograph.

He sang a Stephanie Mills song in the bathroom. He stayed in bed and opened telegrams, and he got a big kick out of one from a fan that said, 'I know you're hot, but this is ridiculous,'' the nurse said.

Just hours before Jackson's secretive departure, Hoefflin told reporters the singer was in satisfactory condition with second-degree burns and a small third-degree burn on the back of his head.

'He's in moderate pain, he's much more tired than we anticipated. He needs sleep at this time,' Hoefflin told reporters at a hospital news conference.

He said Jackson may require reconstructive surgery.

Jackson, the country's top singer, won seven American Music Awards earlier this month and picked up a record 12 Grammy nominations. Hoefflin said Jackson will be able to attend the Feb. 28 Grammy presentations at the Shrine 'if he feels up to it.'

A spokesman for Jackson said the singer requested that a tape of the accident be made public as soon as the film can be processed.

'Michael wants to make certain that his fans know exactly what happened,' Larry Larson told reporters at the hospital.

Asked if Jackson was contemplating a lawsuit, he said, 'There's no indication at this point.'

Hospital officials said the medical center had been inundated with thousands of phone calls since Jackson arrived and a spokesman pleaded with the public to stop calling, saying emergency calls could not get through.

The singer's 'Thriller' album topped the music charts last year, placing an unprecedented six singles -- including 'Billie Jean' and 'Beat It' -- in the top 10 and spawning several popular videos.

The accident Friday night occurred before a horrified audience of about 3,000 people who won tickets to the taping from a local radio station.

One witness told United Press International that Jackson removed his jacket without breaking stride and tried to put out the fire.

'There was supposed to be an explosion for his big entrance,' Daryoush Maze, 25, an extra in the cast, said. 'As he went off, an explosion went off and there was blue smoke all around his head and neck. There were no flames, just blue smoke from the stuff he had in his hair.

'It seemed like it was part of the show. He was doing it very professionally, still dancing. He's a good trouper.'

About a block from Jackson's boyhood home, nearly 1,000 people clad in their Sunday best jammed into a small, stuffy basketball gym to hear the candidate speak.

After a church choir sang a few hymns, Jackson's mother, wearing a deep blue dress and a 'Jackson in '84' button, triumphantly introduced her son to the throng.

Jackson took the stage and led the audience in his familiar 'I am somebody' chant.

'Our mission is justice at home and peace abroad,' he told the townspeople. 'I've watched the growth of this city and this state and I see the need for more growth.

'We have the need this day to have a spirit of redemption and reconciliation -- to rise above historic divisions that have stunted our growth. This is a period for us to beat our swords into plowshares.'

Jackson spoke of Greenville as once being the textile capital of the world, and noted the slump in the industry today that has put thousands out of work.

He called for an end to the 'dislocation of the textile industry.'

'This generation must realize when a plant closes, it closes without notice. Men cannot feed their families; mothers cannot nourish their children. That kind of reckless economic conduct must challenge us to open a new economic order.'

Jackson also visited a small bar that sponsors a softball team Jackson played on during the 1960s.

The presidential hopeful was the team's starting first baseman.

'He's a long-ball hitter,' said Charles Chiles, a patron of the establishment who remembers Jackson's days on the softball field.

Jackson also climbed onto the fender of a brown Cadillac parked near the bar during the afternoon and urged about 200 onlookers to register to vote.

'You can help me and you can help yourself,' he said. 'If we register to vote our children will not have to grow up as we did. They can get jobs. They can develop and grow.

'We can not only hang around on the corner, we can own the corner.'

Moonwalk book page 235-238:

Later one of the doctors told me that it was a miracle I was alive. One of the firemen had mentioned that in most cases your clothes catch on fire in which case the whole face can be disfigured or you can die. That’s it. I third-degree burns On the back of my head that’s Almost went through to my skull, so we had a lot of the problems with it, But I was very lucky.

What we now know is that the incident created a lot of publicity for the commercial. They sold more Pepsi than ever before. And they came back to me later and offered me the biggest commercial endorsement Fee in history. It was so unprecedented But it went into The Guinness Book of World Records. Pepsi and I worked together on another Commercial called” The Kid”, And I gave them problems by limiting the shots of me because I felt the shots they were asking for didn’t work well. Later, when the commercial was a success, he told me I had been right.

I still remember how scared those Pepsi excuses looked the night of the fire. They thought that my getting burned would leave a bad taste in the mouth every kid in America who drank Pepsi. They knew I could have sued him and I could have. But I was real nice about it. Real nice. They gave me $1,500,000 Which I immediately donated to the Michael Jackson Burn Center. I wanted to do something because I was so moved By the other burn patient I met while I was in the hospital.

“ I have a plan to spend most of 1984 working on some movie ideas we had, But those plans got sidetracked. First, in January, I Was burned On the set of a Pepsi commercial I was shooting with my brothers.

The reason for the fire stupidity, pure and simple. We were shooting tonight and I Wassupposed To come down a staircase yes magnesium flash bombs Going off on either side of me and just behind me. It seemed so simple. I wanted to walk down the stairs and these bombs Would blow up. We did several takes that were wonderfully timed. The lighting effects from the bombs were great. Only later did I find out that these bombs Were only two feet away from either side of my head, which was a total Disregard of the safety regulations. I was supposed to stand in the middle of a magnesium explosion, two feet on either side.

Then Bob Giraldi, the director, Came to me and said, “ Michael, you are going down too early. We want To see you up there, up on the stairs. When the lights come on, we want to reveal that you’re there, so wait”

So I waited, the bombs went off on either side of my head, and the sparks set My hair on fire. I was dancing down the ramp and turning around, spinning not knowing I was on fire. Suddenly I filled my hands reflexively going to my head In an attempt to smother the flames. Are you feeling down and just tried to shake the Flames out. Jermaine Turned around and saw me on the ground, Just after the explosions had gone off, and he thought I was shot be someone In the crowd — ‏because we were shooting In front of a big audience. That what I looked like to him.

Miko Brando , Who works for me, was the first person to reach me. After that, it was clhaos. It was crazy. No for me could probably capture The drama of what went on That night. The crowd was screaming. Someone shouted, “ Get some ice! “ There were fantic running sounds. People were yelling,” Oh no!”. The emergency truck came up And before they Put me in Isow the Pepsi excutives huddled together in a corner, looking terrified. I remember the medical people putting me on a cot And the guys from Pepsi were so scared They couldn’t

even bring themselves to check on me.

Meanwhile, I was kind of detached, despite the terrible pain, I was watching all the drama unfold. Later they told me, I was in shock, but I remember enjoying the ride to the hospital because I never thought I’d ride in an ambulance with the sirens wailing. It was one of those things I had always wanted to do when I was growing up. We got there, They told me there news crews Outside, so I asked for my glove. There’s a famous shot one waving from the stretcher with my glove on. hooting tonight and I Wassupposed To come down a staircase yes magnesium flash bombs Going off on either side of me and just behind me. It seemed so simple. I wanted to walk down the stairs and these bombs Would blow up. We did several takes that were wonderfully timed. The lighting effects from the bombs were great. Only later did I find out that these bombs Were only two feet away from either side of my head, which was a total Disregard of the safety regulations. I was supposed to stand in the middle of a magnesium explosion, two feet on either side.

even bring themselves to check on me.

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majesticnerdynerd · 4 years ago

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Another sneak-peek at Reichenbach Falls - this time with Wholock!

Much to Irene’s surprise, the door of the police box opened then, and suddenly a man in a brown suit stepped out, hair amess. He didn’t seem to have noticed Irene, and she used the opportunity to stare at him and take in as many details as she could. His outfit was… alright. Nothing spectacular, but it did suit him, no pun intended. And then the man spoke. In an English bloody accent.

“BLIMEY!” he exclaimed, scrunching up his nose, hands stuffed in his trouser pockets. He sucked in a deep breath (Irene gagged) and let his face be bathed in the warm sunlight. “Never woulda thought I’d get to smell nature like THIS.”

Irene regarded the WCs nearby warily, questioning the man’s sanity. And his sense of smell. Random encounters like this made her realise how much she valued her madman of a brother. And modern, civilized toilets and bathrooms they had at the Shack. She eyed the man suspiciously, and when she got a good look at his face, she gasped.

“David Tennant?”

The stranger’s face tilted to watch her, alarmed, and his posture straightened. “Me?”

“Yes?” Irene said, taking a step closer. “Is that really you?”

The man looked around and started moonwalking to one of the portables, seeking a retreat. “Absolutely not. I mean, I could be, but I think David is busy pretending not to be a demon while actually playing one who is married to an angel who is, coincidentally, pretending to be Michael Sheen. Hold on, which year is this? Perhaps you don’t know yet.”

During his small speech, Irene backed him up (not really, he just made it that dramatic) and the man opened the doors on the portable toilet behind him and he stepped in, enclosing himself in there. Death by toi tois was a cruel way to exit this world. The audible sigh told Irene that he regretted all his life choices, but yet he didn’t come out.

Irene held her breath as she came closer to the portables. She won’t leave him to suffocate in there for goodness’ sake. She knocked on the door. The man knocked back. Thinking it funny, Irene asked, “Who’s there?”

“Doctor,” was the muffled reply moments later.

“Doctor who?”

The smelly door opened and out stepped the man in a smart suit, gasping for air. “Exactyl.”

“Don’t you mean exactly?”

“No, that’s a word. Exactyl is more of a pain in my butt. That dino scientist has been driving me crazy.”

Definitely crazy, Irene thought.

(coming in April)

also, @jasombee I dedicate the ‘death by toi tois’ quote to you, and I’ll put in on your gravestone one day

#Reichenbach Falls #Sherlock #doctor who #10th doctor #totally meta #and 4th wall #wholock #irene adler #david tennant #doctor talks about good omens #episode 10 chapter 3

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 5 years ago

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Instant karma in DbD is beautiful. Leatherface is salty because I managed to stun him with Head On and then 360′d him into falling off the roof! So he face camps me when he finally downs me. An hour later I get him as a Survivor and do the same to him straight off, no mercy. No hesitation. And he’s salty after about how ‘camping doesn’t equal skill’ so I asked why he camped me for stunning him with a Head On and he went quiet. #Beautiful #YourTearsWillSaltMyFood

Alert is such a good Perk! Had the Hillbilly on the Meat Plant, and near the Basement is a double-pallet loop. We started the Chase upstairs and I stunned in three times in a row with pallets, and then fell into the bathroom and took him by the Basement. Slammed the one pallet on him and headed for the other and wait. He breaks the first and I see his aura because of it. He turns around so his red light is facing away from me, and he moonwalks around the other side of the wall to the pallet I’m at in an attempt to do some mindgaming, but Alert was still active so I saw him perfectly and stunned him again! I leave the area while he breaks that pallet and see his aura again because of it. At another pallet by a staircase, I waited and then slammed him again! Lead him to that one room with the stairs up and then the drop point to the bottom floor. He got a hit in with that window only, but then I got super far ahead of him with Balanced Landing and was able to wait to stun him with another pallet! I then ran back to those stairs and half-Healed while waiting for him. Rinse and repeat 3 times until I’m all healed. He eventually gave up. Why? Cuz 4 Gens got done during the Chase and he’d only landed 1 Basic Attack the whole time! Adrenaline pops seconds after he leaves me! We all Escaped and he lost all of his drive as he simply stood still in the door while we teabagged and left! Rank 1.

Played against a Nurse who was streaming on Twitch so I watched their POV after the match! Dude called me ‘Houdini’ and ‘warrior’ because I lasted a while in the Chase! I got balls for just gunning it instead of attempting to loop! I followed him because he’s very funny! XD It is this video from 01:50:59 - 02:07:06 https://www.twitch.tv/videos/718286596 I am the purple and green Feng Min.

Ran a Legion around so well that he lost his power several times because I stunned him or he kept missing hits!

Spawned in next to a Hex Totem and Cleansed it. The Killer rage-quit seconds later! XD It was his Devour Hope! A Rank 2 Leatherface really couldn’t manage without Devour Hope?

Got a lot of Legions today.

And a lot of Wraiths! On my third match against a Wraith, I lead him on a map-wide Chase where I managed to Heal up twice! He was so pissed! I finally lost him long enough to do a whole Gen by myself and then rescue someone behind his back as he was going invisible! So he Chased me again and DC’d when the last Gen popped and Adrenaline sent me too far ahead for him to handle. Rank 1.

The first Wraith match was also a Rank 1 but he owned us is like 30 seconds. It was embarrassing de-pipping over that.

Got a Hag with 4 Hex Totems that she trapped up nice and tight. But I had Urban Evasion on my Blendette for that round so I got all of them. Somehow, I managed to Cleanse all as she was coming to stop me, and then managed to Escape each Chase. I even watched her load more traps around the remaining Totems but I got them!

I’ve saved up like 700K+ pts today because I almost have 9K Iridescent Shards again and want to but Plague. ^-^

I do think Spirit has become my new fav Killer. Her Iridescent Add-Ons are no joke when paired together. Just have Sloppy Butcher as a Perk and you’ll legit never lose someone. Fuck scratch marks if you can see someone’s bright red pools of blood through walls! I don’t know if it’s supposed to be that good but daaaaaaamn!

I played a single Trapper match for a Daily Ritual I’ve been putting off for like a week. I got a 2K and the ritual so I’m okay with that.

Got an afk Pig. The match was over really fast and it was kind of a bummer since no one got over 8K pts.

Got a match with a Nurse. It was like 20 mins long. She got the first 2 ppl fast and I guess felt bad so she had us farm, and Jane and I got over 30K+ pts at the end. We legit opened like 5 Chests and placed the items in a circle around the Nurse in the center of the street. We even took our own items and those of our fallen teammates and added them in. We then crouched on either side of the circle and nodded our heads slowly like some kind of summoning ritual. She nodded back to us, raised her hand as if to Blink, and then Disconnected. It was funny! XD

#stuff #it was a good day

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nctzendreamz · 6 years ago

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periods w/ nct 127

taeil:

- ah, our king.

- definitely the type to give you your space unless you asked otherwise.

- not because he’s trying to be mean, he just doesn’t want to do anything to irritate you.

- but if you tell him you need him, be prepared to be pampered.

- he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

- pulls out his funniest jokes and dances

- cuddles you to the point of suffocation because he knows no number other than 100 percent.

- gives the best belly rubs.

- sweet and long kisses to distract you from the pain.

- guaranteed to sing his part in purple to you because...it’s legendary and you both know it.

- “i love you my baby.”

- doesn’t let go of you even after you fall asleep.

- I believe that during these times he’d take a good look at you and see how much he loves you, and loves being with you like this.

-will get a lil emotional seeing you clinging to him.

[[MORE]]

johnny:

- asks if there’s anything you need first and foremost.

- has zero embarrassment going to get you anything you ask for.

- always comes back with chocolate whether it helps you or not.

- when he returns, cuddles cuddles and more cuddles.

- i believe he’s the type to try to talk you out of your pain, so expect some deep conversation.

- “so like...let’s read up on the creator of frozen yogurt?”

- “yes.”

- also gives you hella kisses.

- “let’s sleep. you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

- when you wake up, you do indeed feel better, so you and johnny decide to go in the kitchen to make dinner together.

- johnny burned himself and now you have to take care of him.

- not that you mind because???? that’s your whole heart.

taeyong:

- confused in the cutest way.

- he understands periods, he just doesn’t understand how to cheer you up through the pain.

- 100% asks his sister for help.

- she explains to him that the best thing to do is just ask you what you need.

- “what can I do, baby?”

- you simply pucker your lips, inviting him in.

- how could he deny you?

- in between kisses, you whisper something about wanting him to cook you something good.

- “anything for my girl.” he chuckled before going to the kitchen and getting to work.

- cooks everything with so much love omg.

- doesn’t let you help at all even though you beg him to.

- hits you (lightly) with the spatula if you don’t listen.

- “please?”

- “no.”

- 5 minutes later...

- “please?”

- “no.”

- feeds you even though you tell him you don’t need him to.

- “let me take care of you just for this one day. you’re always taking care of me.”

doyoung:

- the two of you have always had a playful relationship, so it was weird to see you moping around the house when you had your period for the first time around him.

-but he also enjoys it because he can baby you to the fullest.

- “let me walk you to the bathroom.”

- “no, let me do it.”

- “don’t move a muscle.”

- “are you cold?”

- “do you want me to cook you something?”

- also clowns you.

-“your head is still hurting?” he questioned with concern. “is that why it’s grown so damn much in the last hour?”

- he’s already prepped himself for all the pillows you were gonna throw at him so he’s immune.

- any other time you’re always all over him simply to get on his nerves, so now it’s payback time.

- except he realizes you’re enjoying all of his fat kisses and wet spots on your face.

- another member who gives you the most amazing belly/back rubs.

- after the fun, the two of you always end up laying with your back to him, his head tucked between your shoulder while he rubs your stomach and whispers sweet nothings.

jaehyun:

- the calmest one.

- on the outside.

- will always try to be very chill about it.

- casually brings you chocolate, but after that becomes distant by accident.

- “why don’t you love me anymore?”

- he’s so confused.

- “i figured you didn’t want company.”

- you have to climb on top of him for him to understand you will not punch him in the face if he attempts to touch you.

- as soon as the gets the okay he won’t let you go.

- will try to talk to you about his week to make you feel better.

- definitely orders food.

- always a chill day for the two of you.

yuta:

- so cheerful and it doesn’t even anger you.

- calls you about 30 different pet names to cheer you up.

- doesn’t leave you alone.

- watching movies and eating everything you shouldn’t be all day.

- every time you hiss from a shock of pain he looks at you with so much concern.

- caresses your stomach softly while staring at you.

- 100% talks to your stomach and tell it to give you a break.

-“i understand you have a job to do, but I’d really appreciate it if you give it a rest so I can have my girlfriend back.”

- seeing you like this honestly makes his heart soar because although you’re in pain you’re clinging to him so much and are accepting all of his love and kisses uwu.

winwin:

- sweet boy :((((

- your cramps are always really bad, but this was the first time winwin was here to see it for himself.

- he can’t feel your pain, but his heart still hurts.

- if you’re in pain, it makes him sad.

- wants to fight your stomach.

“come here.” the two of you just stand there hugging, with him rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your forehead.

leaves to put a slow song on, and dances with you in the middle of the living room.

the two of you stay like that for a while, you listening to him breathe to distract you from the agony.

“you always know how to make me feel better.”

“well that’s my job.” he said simply, twirling you around before pressing a kiss to your lips. “now let’s go to bed.”

jungwoo:

- similar to taeil in the sense that he lets you decide what you want him to do.

- if you don’t want to be bothered, he’ll be sad but he’ll give you your space.

- in what world do we deny jungwoo though?

- never.

- he’s always soft, but he’s especially soft on days like these.

- will literally give you anything you want.

- tells you he loves you 100 times in the same day and you don’t mind at all.

- takes this time to confess all of his mushy feelings towards you as well.

- “i don’t know what I would do without you.”

- “you’re my world.”

mark:

- oh boy.

- mark is going to try his hardest to do this right.

- “is there anything I can do to make it go away?”

- obviously cuddles and kisses will have to do.

- now the two of you are in your bed, just staring up at the ceiling,

- science 101 ft mark.

- “so like...how does this work?”

- now you’re laughing, because this shit is too funny.

- “i’m serious y/n. something drops and all of a sudden blood everywhere? and where do cramps even come from?”

- you explain everything to him and he just stares at you in confusion.

- “who came up with that??? and I’m so sorry?? you’re so strong?” he sounds so distressed.

-“just rub by tummy babe I’ll survive.”

- he’s still going to be very sweet after, rubbing your back softly.

haechan:

- goofiest relationship of all time.

- your period doesn’t stop the party.

- if anything it forces the two of you to be more silly to help you forget the feeling of being stabbed.

- guaranteed to have a michael jackson battle.

- moonwalking throughout your apartment.

“HEE HEE!”

- “won’t stop til’ i get enough.”

-“ha..”

- that was awful so sorry.

- “let’s build a fort.”

- you grab all your materials, and neither of you leave the fort unless you have to pee.

- y’all have the laptop on deck and Netflix is ready for y’all.

- paid attention to the movie for about 2 minutes.

-now there’s no space in between you two and the two of you are just whispering sweet nothings while sharing sweet kisses until the other falls asleep.

- you honestly will forget you’re on.

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct imagine #nct scenario

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cullen-collective · 6 years ago

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The McCarty Twins:

Inspired by @emmettmccartycullen 's post!

"B."

"Em."

"Edward went hunting with Jas and Ali."

"I'm aware."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Almost exclusively."

They roll up to school in Rosalie's flashiest car which they spent an hour convincing her to drive them in.

They are both hanging out of the convertable top like labradors.

Emmett screams "PARKOUR" at the top of his lungs and they both take off running just slightly too fast to be human, but not fast enough to expose them.

After a series of gravity-defying stunts that causes half of the student body to applaud and the rest to feel the first genuine fright they've ever experienced they end up in their joint homeroom.

They answer for each other during roll and then spend the entire class period making crude carvings in the desks with their nails.

At break they make their way up to the roof.

Rosalie's sitting with Ness at the lunch table when they hear a loud thump. They both know it was Bella and Emmett. They both keep their expressions deeply innocent.

(The only reason Ness isn't with them is because Edward told her he'd let her fly out for a visit with the Amazons if she stayed out of trouble and she really wants to go.)

There is a noticeable dent in the lawn where they landed. It is actually four foot-sized dents inside a larger dent.

They burst into the cafeteria with armloads of McDonald's bags and just start throwing them to the students. Emmett is shouting like Oprah.

"You get a burger! You get a McChicken! Everybody gets heart diseeeeeeease!!!"

"Who wants to bet five bucks that I can take the quarterback in an arm-wrestling match?!"

Bella is extra keen on this because last week he called Alice "sweetheart" and told her to smile more.

He steps up and slaps a twenty on the table, laughing all the while.

"Let's do this, princess."

Emmett is visibly straining to hold in his laughter.

She beats him, naturally, in about .67 seconds.

Emmett hoists her onto his shoulders

"Anyone else man enough to take on my lil sis?!"

The cafeteria is buzzing with gossip and idle praise.

Four distinct ringtones ("Sexy Back", "I Am Woman", R2-D2 screaming, and the Friends theme) all go off to alert the owners of a text.

Three turn off as they look at the group message, but the Friends theme keeps playing because Emmett refuses to check.

"I. Saw. Everything. 👀" it says.

"Fuck."

"Welp, I can just kiss the rainforest goodbye, can't I?"

"I knew you were going to get in trouble."

"We're not in trouble until they get back! And you, RC, have another parent who can send you to the Amazon."

"Oh yeah."

"Now, let's keep going."

Emmett holds out his pinky to Bella, who locks hers with his.

"McCarty party?"

"McCarty party!"

Miraculously the entire lawn gets forked ("get it sis?! FORKS!") in the span of five minutes while a teacher visits the bathroom. No one has any idea how it could have gotten done so quickly.

Bella puts on Emmett's clothes and attends his geometry class and Emmett dons Bella's flannel and leggings and goes to her French class.

The worst part for the teachers is that despite the other not being enrolled in that subject at all, they both know all the answers.

They hold a moonwalk contest in PE because "C'mon teach! Basketball is so blasé! Let's do a REAL sport."

It is unclear how they keep getting the teachers to go along with everything but they just... do. Even the teachers in question can not recall why they allowed it.

After school they pop the trunk on Rosalie's car and reveal two coolers full of sodas.

They start passing them out and then they start a giant game of "Concentration" in which the students are all sitting in a giant circle in the middle of the parking lot.

Bella catches a whiff of Edward's scent approaching and shouts "SHIT. FIVE-OH!"

They take off running far too fast for humans, leaving Rosalie and Ness to take the car home

When they get there Bella and Emmett are sitting on the couch with branches stuck to their clothes and hair.

They're both giggling like idiots and trying to school their faces into expressions of innocence.

"Shut UP, you're going to blow this for us!"

"Me?! What about you, Mr. Giggle Pants?!"

In the end, it's decided that they don't have to move away, but that McCarty Parties are strictly prohibited from school grounds.

Good thing they didn't say anything about the empty field where the kegger is happening.

That would have been a real buzzkill.

#twilight #twilight saga #bella swan #twilight renaissance #my writing #twilight fic #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #emmett mccarty #the mccarty twins #ness rc cullen

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Trouble

This is a one shot for my bestie @pedudley 😘

Happy Birthday Babe!!!!! See you tomorrow for celebrations 🥳

Characters belong to Pixelberry apart from Willow who is Paige’s OC. Freya is my main character in one of my series.

Warnings: One DRUNK character (based on my drunken antics as an 18year old) swearing, and Drillow smut 🔥

*****

In Cordonia, the gang had decided to go on a vacation to the US- Drake was half American and Freya grew up in the New York even though she was English. After much deliberation they agreed to go to Texas.

“Oh I have an old college friend from Texas, I think she lives in the part we will be staying in. It’s her birthday whilst we will be there. I’ll contact her ask if she wants to hang out?” Freya suggested excitedly.

******

It was Willow’s birthday, she had been in contact with her college friend Freya about meeting up for a catch up. Freya had been gallivanting around Europe and Willow was intrigued to hear about the stories.

Making her way to the location that she had agreed to meet at with Freya- she was slightly nervous, as Freya had dropped the bombshell that some of her new friends would be ‘tagging’ along. Arranging to meet up at a local bar - Willow scanned the room hoping to see a familiar face. With no avail, she headed up to the bar- she asked for a few shots to give her that bit of dutch courage. She was an outgoing type of person, but she hadn’t seen Freya in years.

“Surprise!!!” Turning around she recognised that familiar voice.

“Freya!”

“Happy birthday babe. Next rounds on me.”

“Thanks. Where are the tag alongs?”

“Oh, they are sat in the vip area. I’ll introduce you in a minute. I can already tell that tonight is going to get messy!”

Walking over to the VIP area, Willow believed the tourists were going all out for their time in Texas- the vip area was only generally used for; special birthdays, hens/stags or celebrities.

“Guys, this is my friend Willow. It’s her birthday today so all be nice or I’ll get Liv to stab each and every one of you.”

Willows eyes widened- surely she’s joking. She can’t be friends with serial killers?

“Willow, this is; Liam my other half, Maxwell my adopted brother, crazy ass bitch Olivia, sweet loveable Hana and over there is grumpy Drake.”

Willow nervously waved and said hello. Freya noticed that Drake’s usual persona had changed as he couldn’t take his eyes off Willow. Feeling slightly jealous that he never returned her feelings during Liam’s social season- she had hoped that he wouldn’t be a jerk towards Willow like he was with her.

“Hey Lo, are you okay? You and Drake are providing each other with fuck me eyes.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are. I don’t blame you. I thought I was in love with him but he never looked at me like that. You should talk to him.”

Willow raised her eyebrows at her friend, secretly she was providing him with those looks- but she didn’t want to cause a drift in case Freya still had feelings. Sitting next to him, she decided to start off with small talk- talking wouldn’t do any harm she thought.

“So why does she refer you as the grumpy one?”

“I’m not grumpy. Well I am at times. But it depends what type of person I’m with.”

“Oh?”

“Those lot are all nobles, Liam’s a Prince. Not really my thing. I’m just the commoner.”

“Stop with the self pity- come and dance with me?”

“I can’t dance.”

“I’ll teach you.” Drake gulped as he looked at her natural loose hair and curves in the form fitting dress she wore. The flecks of gold in her brown eyes and freckles that surrounded her nose and cheeks made her look adorable- he thought about maybe risking himself looking like a fool to spend a bit of time with the beautiful stranger. Freya coughed whilst giving him the dagger eyes, encouraging him to dance. Willow dragged him on to the dance floor, before the others followed suit. Noticing that he was a bit stiff, she decided to press her back against his muscled chest and grind along him- forcing his hand to go around her waist. Liam noticed that Drake had come out of his shell, and smiled at him. Spinning Willow around so she was facing him, her eyes sparkled.

“This type of dancing is better than what they do. I’m not into all the fancy Waltzing.” He whispered. Throwing her arms around him, their foreheads touched- Drake felt the urge to kiss her, maybe it was due to the alcohol? Gently placing her lips on to his, the slow kiss soon turned passionate. Drake looked sheepishly at her, wondering if he had crossed the line.

“Well Drake, I’ll class that as a birthday kiss then? Thank you. Thank you for the dance.”

“Yeah something like that. You’re beautiful. I didn’t mean to say that... I Erm.”

“Did anyone tell you how cute you are when you’re flustered and nervous?” Looking over towards Freya, he remembered her saying the same exact words. Feeling guilty with how he treat her, he wasn’t going to do the same mistake again.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked changing the subject due to the awkward situation. Willow nodded, not wanting for the night to end. At first she was nervous about meeting the strangers - now she wanted to get to know them better and show her true personality.

*****

Everyone became intoxicated apart from Willow and Drake who had slowed their drinking down- getting to know each other. He found out that she liked to draw, showing an interest in her hobby- he knew that she was talented. His forte was being able to drink whiskey- now wishing he could better himself. They also both had a common factor- being brought up on the ranch life in Texas. Willow excused herself as she went to the bathroom, Maxwell slid over next to Drake grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“What do you want Beaumont?”

“Do I want anything? Why do you always assume the worse of me? I’m rooting for team Drillow.”

“Drillow? Are you serious? We’ve only just met.”

“But that kiss is what Kiara would describe as magnifique. You should invite her back to the hotel- you know what they say... what happens in Texas stays in Texas.”

“That’s Vegas you dumbass!”

“What’s Vegas?” Willow interrupted, as she returned to the table.

“Nothing Drillow.” Max winked as he moonwalked away from the awkward situation that he had caused.

“Oh nothing Willow, Maxwell wondered if you wanted to come back to the hotel with us all to finish the party? I think they are all ready to leave shortly.”

“Sure. Let’s do some shots before we leave. It’s my birthday after all!”

*****

After consuming so many shots in the limited amount of time- Willow felt slightly tipsy, invincible and in the mood for causing some mischief. Deciding to attempt at breakdancing on the floor, she took a stumble on a spilt drink lingering on the sticky floor- falling over laughing hysterically she realised that she had pulled another women down with her. The woman’s boyfriend attempted to help them up, but willow slipped again- pulling the woman’s hair. Once they both stood up regaining their balance- the woman snatched the bits of her weave out of Willow’s hand- “Shit happens get over it. Or go to a better hairdressers!” Freya ran over, forcing Willow away - suggesting that they escape before someone beat the shit out of her.

Exiting the bar- Willow dared them all to steal a glass of some sort. None of the others dare do it.

“You’re all wimps. Come on liven up! You’re on vacation.” Running out of the bar with a glass in her hand- Drake knew she was going to get into trouble. Freya placed a comforting arm on him.

“Don’t worry- she’s always like it. It’s not the worse thing she’s done when she’s been drunk.” Drakes eyes widened wondering what else she was capable of. She’s going to be trouble.

Walking out of the bar doors, they heard a smash- seeing Willow attempting to pick up the shattered glass of the floor. Drake picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder before she caused any injury to herself- they didn’t want to spend part of their vacation in ER. The bouncer looked furious at the friends- Maxwell apologised on behalf using Liam’s status to their full advantage. Olivia on the other hand, threatened for her daggers to come out and play- making the bouncer back off from shouting at the tourists. Hana fluttered her eyelashes, speaking calmly and politely like the typical noble stereotype that she was brought up to learn.

“Drake put me down I’m going to be sick.”

Putting her down, he was willing to hold her beautiful long light coloured hair back to avoid it becoming contaminated with sick. Before anyone could escape- projectile sick splattered everywhere, mainly all over the bouncer. Grabbing Drakes hand, “I feel better now. Run!!!”

Running away from the bar, they all stopped once it was out of view. Drake let go of her hand knowing they were all safe- all trying to regain their breath. Not noticing that Willow had slipped away from the circle they were stood in.

“And this guys is why Willow was my best friend at college! Surprised she hasn’t picked up some random item like a traffic cone yet.”

“Er Freya... I think you spoke too soon.” Liam pointed over to where Willow was stood attempting to carry a traffic cone- failing miserably she sat on it instead and fell off, now risking a head injury along with the previous “slicing her finger” antic.

“For fuck sake...” Freya muttered, before escorting the others over to the drunk Texan.

“Guys let’s grab some food before we head back.” Willow said, barely able to walk- staggering about along the cold pavement.

“Oh dear god no.” The friends looked at Freya wondering why she would say that. Entering the takeaway, Willow stood up on one of the tables where people were already sat. Knocking over their drinks, as she stumbled- she apologised many times, before attempting to wipe up the residue with the people’s burgers and fries and the women’s clutch bags. After the liquid wasn’t cleaned up, she laid on the table legs swinging in the air whilst eating the food she had stolen. Freya dragged Willow off the table abruptly, explaining to the people that she really is a nice girl and that she would replace their food. “Hey waitress! I want a cheeseburger without the cheese please but with extra pickles. I’ll love you forever!” “You mean a hamburger then Lo. And you don’t even like pickles. Let’s get you a coffee at the hotel instead.” “No Frey, I mean a fucking god damn cheeseburger without the cheese. I may have decided to like pickles all of a sudden.” Drake sniggered at her, he found her hilarious. She was definitely hard work. Freya suggested that one of the men carried willow back to the hotel- not only for her own safety but for everyone’s safety.

****

Once arriving at the hotel, Drake sat her at the table in his room. Pouring her a black coffee- hoping she would sober up soon. He had never laughed as much on a night out- seeing her dimple every time she laughed made his heart fill with joy.

“You guys are no fun.”

“We can be. Sometimes. I think you’re just unique Willow.”

“And you Drake Walker, are not a grump. Freya doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Thank you for coming. I’ve had a brilliant night.”

“So have I.”

“You should come to Texas more often.”

“I may do- my mom lives here. And I’d like to see you again.” Before Drake could react Willow pulled him up off his chair- Pulling his face towards her she passionately kissed him. She had sobered up slightly but his kiss made her feel intoxicated. Holding tightly onto Willow’s waist, he pulled away- looking at her adoringly for a brief moment before capturing her lips, sliding his tongue across her lips, she opened her mouth allowing it to enter- he tasted a fusion of alcohol. Both getting lost in the kiss, it was as if the world had melted away. Moving her hair to the side, he kissed her neck- all she could feel was his hot breath, before he moved the kisses slowly down to her shoulder.

Undoing his shirt buttons, slowly as she admired his toned body- she bit her bottom lip. Roaming her finger along his muscles, she didn’t know how to react. Natural instinct told Drake he was getting lucky with the beautiful woman stood in front of him- removing his trousers, she gawked at the bulge on show. Guiding his hand towards her zip, she wanted him to strip her- slowly he pulled the zipper down allowing her dress to fall gracefully down to the floor. Drake couldn’t grasp how lucky he was - his heart began to flutter. Leading her over to the bed, whilst unclipping her bra- she willingly followed. Laying down, she pulled him onto her leading into another passionate kiss- his hand wandered towards her clit abruptly stopping. “Can I?” He asked, hoping she wouldn’t reject him. “Please Drake.” That was all he needed to know, removing her knickers- he felt at how damp she was already. Returning to her clit, he teased it moving his calloused fingers in tantalising circles- arching her back she couldn’t contain her moans. Encouraging Drake to insert his fingers due to her pleasure, he pumped them harder and faster. “Are you enjoying it?” “Yes. I need more, please.” Removing his fingers, he licked her juice off them seductively- before moving his tongue to her pussy lips. Tasting her made him want her more. He had never believed in love at first sight but this was something. Licking her folds, he heard her unable to control her orgasms- boosting his ego that he knew how to treat a lady.

Willow remained sprawled out as Drake, worked his way up her body, kissing every inch. His tongue licked and sucked her nipples- creating them to become more peaked, before crashing his lips on hers. Reaching for his manhood, he shook his head- “tonight is about you, it’s your birthday. What do you want?” “You. I want you, Drake. Inside me. Don’t tease me anymore.” Lining himself up, he slowly pushed himself into her - allowing for her to adjust to his size, he began with slow yet deep thrusts. The trusts eventually increased in speed due to Willow’s reactions, both moaning- both breathing in unison. Her body trembling constantly, as she released multiple times. She could feel his cock pulsate as his hot seed spilled inside her. Laying next to her, he held her hand, attempting to slow their breathing down after the passion they had both encountered. Turning towards her, he cupped her cheeks- forcing her to turn her gaze towards him.

“Happy birthday trouble.”

#mybestiesbirthday #birthdayoneshot #drake x willow #trr hold my girl freya #maxwell beaumont #duchess olivia #lady hana lee #liam rhys

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astraljournal-blog · 6 years ago

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Doorbeller

Length: Very short story

Genre: n/a

I am sitting at my desk, typing away on my older model thinkpad. Not even writing anything, I just like the clacking of the keys. They are so tactile. Tap tap tap, and then I bash one of the bigger keys. CLACK! I do it a few times, just because it feels so satisfying. CLACK CLACK CLACK! Wow, so tactile. CLACK CLACK CLACK

DING DONG!

What the fuck? Which key makes that sound?

DING DONG!

There it is again. Let me think...

Oh yes, the doorbell.

I hear my brother getting up from the sofa to answer it. He's been playing that sports game on his playstation all day, no way is he going to answer first, his legs must be all cramped up. Ironic. I push my chair back as I get up from the desk. To the left is my door, which is open. I got nothing to hide, except my secrets. Nobody expects secrets to be in the open, anyway. It connects straight to the hallway, and at the end of it, two meters away, is the front door. That's three meters, whereas my brother has at least six or more. I turn and speed walk forward, but just as I reach the room doorway, my brother passes me by.

"Sit down, bitch," he says. He was faster than I expected. No matter, I’ll play it cool.

"Whatever, I was gonna pee, anyway," I quip back.

I extend my pace to the smaller bathroom which is right across the hallway. I don't even close the door all the way as I start unzipping my pants. Drop them commando mode, to the floor. The undies, too. No shame, even in the public latrines, surrounded by people. I didn't need to piss, but through sheer power of willpower I managed to squeeze out a solid three second stream, long enough to rationalize my visit. I press the little flush button, causing a dull CLICK, and leave the area as my brother is passing by, returning to his dumbass couch and his dumbass game.

"Smell ya later, masturbator," he says.

"I was in there for three seconds."

He turns around. "I know, that's how long it takes you to jerk your little andy wang. Bet it takes half as long with a girl, loser." He moonwalks away while cackling.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't know!" I yell back.

Damn it, I got beat. Still, you are only truly beat if you beat yourself, so I run back into the toilet.

#short story #doorbell #dooryeller #post-cringe

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cannedapricot · 7 years ago

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Baking Christmas Cookies with! Lai Guanlin

christmas collab with @alliwannado-w1 and @jihoonslattee!! make sure to check their special christmas scenarios out when they’re posted!

ah, christmas

the season of giving

children laughing and giggling

the feeling of rolling around in snow with loved ones

basically what i’m trying to say is,

chirisTMAS IS A HOOT EVERY YEAR

NO SCHOOL

NO ANNOYING CLASSMATES

NO NOTHING

the only awkward thing you’d have to deal with is greeting the relatives who you didn’t know even existed until christmas

“oh my gosh!! y/n you’ve grown so much!!!”

mind: um do i know you

mouth: “haha yeah”

relatives would start streaming into your house from december the first

those relatives were the ones who /really/ got into the christmas spirit

you know

the type that puts their tree up straight after halloween

as more relatives come, you’d be forced into sharing a bedroom with your parents because,

“soz your aunt is coming over with her whole family

??????

ok fine :c

you just hope that her five kids won’t ruin your framed jbj poster

on the last day of school, you were ready to leg it

you and your friends had made plans to pig out and eat discounted christmas cakes for the evening

so there you were in class

staring at the clock every other second

as your teacher drones on and on about staying safe during the holiday season

which is very important please do stay safe guys

and as soon as the bell rang, you and your friends dash towards the door and out into the hallway

everything was going smoothly

you had nearly made it out of the school

UNTIL

you feel a tug on the back of your shirt

and yoU COULDN’T MOVE ANYMORE

YOU WERE GONNA BURST

LOOK THE CAKE STORE HAD A CRAZY SALE AND THOSE CAKES WERE WAITING FOR NO ONE

AND SO YOU TURN AROUND,

“HEY MATE LOOK I’M A LITTLE BUSY-”

“are you going to be around this evening”

“SO IF YOU COULD KINDLY LET GO- oh hi guanlin”

das right

you turn around to find the basketball team’s star player and ‘ideal guy’ of your school, lai guanlin

“of course i’m gonna be around i live there”

you reply with an eye roll

hm why was guanlin heading over to your house?

get ready for a long ride kid

well, your parents are super close with his parents thanks to some complicated events

and your parents, being the jolly people they are, invite the lais to spend christmas over at your house every year

there was a room in house especially saved for their family???

a majority of guanlin’s winter clothes were in that room because he knOWS THAT HE’LL BE THERE AT THE END OF THE YEAR

if he runs out of hoodies or smt

he’d text you to bring him one tomorrow

and you guys meet in the janitor’s closet

lMAO WHAT KINDA SHADY DEAL Y’ALL DOING BACK THERE 👀👀👀

guanlin’s friend and other hot basketballer, yoo seonho caught you two once

he followed guanlin one time because he was curious

look this boy waS SURE AS HELL NOT HEADING TOWARDS THE BATHROOM

and he busted you two in the closet with you holding his hoodie

and he was like

oooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH I SEE ;))))

*finger guns while moonwalking away*

it took a lot of persuading to get seonho to not say anything

y’all bought him a month’s worth of lunch rip wallet

what’s worse was the time the whole school thought you two were dating

you had run out of sweaters and complained to your mom about it

she pulled out this jacket outta no where and figured it was yours

it had your school’s logo on it you see

and you didn’t think twice and wore it to school

bUT TURNS OUT

IT WAS THE BASKETBALL TEAM’S VARSITY JACKET

AND GUANLIN HAD MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT HIS VARSITY JACKET GONE MISSING A FEW DAYS AGO

YOU TWO WERE THE HOT TOPIC OF THE SCHOOL

RIP YOU

it died down after a few weeks though

you had made some excuse of finding it on your desk and thinking it was yoo seonho’s (who you pretended to be /really/ close with)

guanlin played along with this excuse

seonho was just,,,,,

;))))))))))))))))

“DON’T”

“i’m ;) not ;) saying ;) anything ;)”

THIS BITCJ

the relationship between you and guanlin was like a ‘summer fling’

except

it wasn’t summer and it wasn’t a romantic fling

y’all would be super close during the holiday season

due to the fact that you two were the only high schoolers there lol

but as soon as school starts again

y’all back to strangers

the first time it happened you were shocked :ccc

you thought that perhaps guanlin was too embarrassed to be caught hanging out with you

considering he was at the top of the food chain after all

you’re used to it now lol

sure, guanlin was tall and hot and whatnot

but uh

seeing him in ugly sweaters and playing board games with him every year kinda ruins the way you see him

especially since he destroys you at monopoly every year bduSDVU HOW DARE-

“aiight i’ll be coming over tonight”

“gotcha”

HONESTLY IF ANYONE HEARD THIS CONVO WITHOUT CONTEXT YOU AND GUANLIN ARE GONNA BE TALK OF THE SCHOOL AGAIN LOL

“HEY Y/N IF YOU DON’T HURRY UP WE’RE GONNA LEAVE WITHOUT YOU”

guanlin lets you go with a snap of his wrist

he let go so suddenly that you fall to the ground lol

guanlin pretends to not notice and heads towards his squad lmAO

“OKOKOK IM COMING OK DONT L E A V E”

you scramble up and towards your friends

that evening, you return home with a full stomach and your arms full with different boxes of cakes

man the cake shop adventure was a blast

you get surrounded by your baby cousins almost immediately lol

after you basically get robbed by them,

guanlin appears with a pouty face

you know, that face he made when the pink sausages were being cute together ikcydkfkd

“you said you’d be here”

“i????am????here?????”

“i meANT EARLIER”

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THE CHILDREN ABUSED ME :CCCC”

wow what a turn from your convo together at school

he’s adorable

WOWZAS HOLD UP Y/N NO ROMANTIC THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR PARENT’S FRIEND’S SON WHO HAPPENS TO BE THE HOT STAR BASKETBALL PLAYER AT SCHOOL >:(

you push the thoughts away as his parents come to greet you

in no time, you fell into the rhythm of seeing guanlin everyday

you had to tbh, he’d force you awake every morning by playing shitty christmas carol remixes and singing along to them

“aLL i waNt fOr cHRIStmas iS yOUUuuUuUuuuUU”

“SHUT UP YOU DIRTY TOENAIL”

FLINGS PILLOW

LETS OUT DOLPHIN SCREECH IN RESPONSE

it was cold and you just wanted to sleep in :’’’’c

you can’t believe this dumbass is the same guy from school who everyone except seonho lol thinks is a model

you and guanlin were basically joined by the hip everyday

“oh hey y/n can you swoop by the store and buy some milk?”

“sure buT CAN GUANLIN COME????”

“YEAH CAN I COME???”

but he’d wear a mask in case someone from school shows up at the store

on the way home, he saw you rub your hands together and realized that you weren’t wearing gloves

anD BEING THE SWEET, SWEET BOY HE IS

HE TAKES YOUR HAND IN HIS GLOVED ONE AND SHOVES IT INTO THE POCKET OF HIS JACKET

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

you stare at him

he suddenly finds a wall interesting

but he didn’t let go of your hand

even though it was in his pocket already

you thought he was just being a gentleman you know he is and trying to keep your hand as warm as possible

BUTTTTTTTTT

YOU DON’T SEE HIS FACE SLOWLY GLOWING RED

my scenarios would be so much simpler if y’all juST KNOW ABOUT EACH OTHER’S CRUSH UGH

come christmas eve, the adults were like,

“we’re gonna take the kids out to see the parade and then go carolling, we all know that you two don’t want to join us!! so bake the cookies pls lol ok bye have fun”

it was a thing every year to bake cookies and leave them for santa

usually anything that had to do with food was the adults’ duty

bUT THIS YEAR THEY DEEMED YOU TWO MATURE ENOUGH TO MAKE COOKIES WITHOUT BURNING THE HOUSE DOWN

you two acted like the babies there but ok

“so,,,, wanna get started?”

“hell no lmao lets marathon show me the money”

best believe that’s exactly what you two did

until you realize it’s been hours since they’ve left

anD THEY COULD COME HOME ANY MINUTE

SO IN PANIC YOU CHUCK THE TV REMOTE AWAY FROM GUANLIN WHO WAS READY TO PULL UP ANOTHER EPISODE

“BRO WYD”

“BRO WE NEED TO START ON THE COOKIES UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET BEATEN UP BY THE CHILDREN AGAIN”

“BRO U RIGHT”

guanlin steps over the sofa with his damned long legs

“you’re so extra man”

guanlin squints his eyes at you skeptically

you were literally rolling over the sofa

“who’s the extra one again?”

you huff because shit hes right you’re even more extra than he is

guanlin pulls out the recipe left for you two while you grab what you were 100% sure that you two would need

a bowel? check

flour? check

chocolate chips? oh they’re in the pantry-

NOT ANYMORE

GUANLIN’S GOT THEM

AND HE’S S N A C K I N G ON THEM

you, an intellectual, run up and try to take them away

but guanlin raises them above his head

this boy’s a giant

anD HE KNOWS THAT

he sends you a shit eating grin as you attempt to take the packet by jumping lol

in the end, you punch him in the stomach

and as he doubles over in pain, snatch the chocolate away

how to deal with tall people 101 by yours truly

you run back to the kitchen, choco chips in hand

WHILE LAUGHING LIKE A CHILD SMH Y/N

and guanlin, claiming you cheated, ran after you

“SAFE!!!”

you scream, reaching the kitchen

turning around, you were ready to tease guanlin about his loss

but he was right in front of you

there was only a tiny distance between your bodies

BOY HE WAS CLOSE

“yoU KNOW WHAT,,,,,, HAVE THE CHOCOLATE CHIPS DAMMIT”

YOU TURN YOUR BACK TO HIM, FLUSTERED

guanlin smiled as you chucked him the sweet treat

not at the chocolate but at how adorable you were

“i’ll leave enough for the cookies don’t worry!!”

he did alright

there was an average of two chips per cookie

it’s :) ok :))

it’ll :))) have :)))) to :))))) do :))))))

guanlin was off to the side licking off the left over batter from the bowl

>:( this boy didn’t do shit but eat and stir the batter

you were stuck with measuring and making sure that they don’t fail >:(

siGHS

you shove the cookies into the oven and squat in front of it for a while, making sure that it was baking for sure

until you feel something hit your back

snapping your head back in shock, you see guanlin with the bag of flour in his arms

HIS LAUGHING FACE SAID IT ALL

“okAY JUST BECAUSE WE DIDN’T HAVE A SNOWBALL FIGHT THIS YEAR DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN-”

whoops theres another handful of flour

that hit your face

upon seeing this, guanlin doubles over in laughter

“ALRIGHT YOU ASKED FOR THIS”

you picked up the ingredient closest to you and threw it in guanlin’s direction

it just happened to be an egg

IT HIT HIS ARM AND CRACKED

IT WAS NOW YOUR TURN TO LAUGH

“Y/N!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!!! THIS JUMPER IS EXPENSIVE”

but it didn’t really matter how expensive that jumper is

it ended up covered in all sorts of things

and that’s how your kitchen floor ended up too

the playful handful of flour guanlin threw at you started a full on food fight

the kitchen was MESS but neither of you cared, you guys were waaAAAY too happy to care lma o

at one point y’all started to use spoons as catapults

guanlin’s bag of flour seemed endless but you had run out of eggs

so you duck behind a counter and scan the kitchen for anything else you could use as ammo lol

your eyes landed on the butter but you hesitated for a second

A SECOND TOO LONG

GUANLIN DISCOVERERS YOUR HIDEOUT AND DUMPS THE REST OF THE FLOUR ON YOU

“GAME OVER”,

HE SCREECHES IN VICTORY

WHO KNEW YOUR SECOND OF HESITATION WOULD LEAD TO YOUR DOWNFALL

you scowl

“i let you win”

he scoffs

“you just don’t want to admit that i’m b e t t e r than you”

huFFS

YOU STAND UP, SLAMMING YOUR HANDS ON THE COUNTER

“thATS BECAUSE YOU AREN’T!!!!!!!!!”

he playfully puts his hands on the counter as well on the opposite side

“then tell me why i keep beating you at monopoly as well”

“i’m sENSITIVE DON’T BRING THAT U P”

“oh really?”

“Y E S”

“do you wanna have a go at beating me at connect four then?”

without noticing, the two of you had starting leaning towards each other over the counter

when you realize, your playful banter had ceased and you were staring into his eyes

and

shit

you realize at that moment that you were completely head over heels for him

your feelings for him had been building every winter leading up to his one

you had thought that they were completely platonic

but your burning face told you that they weren’t

you notice guanlin’s eyes looking down at your lips

and his adam’s apple going crazy

you gather up the little courage you had

leaned in

and pressed a small kiss on his nose

guanlin’s head went blank

diD HIS CRUSH JUST-

you let out a small giggle and say,

“if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just done so”

“waIT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???”

ur man is almost gonna faint gdi

“do yoU NEED ME TO PUT IT INTO WORDS? UGH I CAN’T BELIEVE I FELL FOR AN IDIOT”

guanlin’s lips raise into a smile

“you like me?”

“BOSUGBOURSB I’M TAKING IT BACK”

“doN’T! OK UH I LIKE YOU TOO DUMBASS”

“WAIT FOR REAL??”

you hop over the counter so there wasn’t anything between you and him

and guanlin lets out a smile bright enough to rival the sun

“yeah”

and with that, he brings you into a huge hug

and falls onto the couch with you in his arms

“guaNLIN WE’RE GONNA GET THE COUCH DIRTY”

“WHO CARES LMAO”

you snuggle against him

even though he was covered in egg lol

“hey guanlin, can i ask you something?”

“mhm?”

“why do you act like you don’t know me at school?”

“i-it’S A STUPID REASON”

“WHAT?????????”

“I THINK I’D BURST FROM AFFECTION FOR YOU IF I SAW YOU EVERY DAY FOR A YEAR”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS??”

you two were idiots

but you were idiots for each other

bonus: you two fell asleep in each other’s arms and the rest of the family came home just in time to save the cookies from burning

“i knEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN LOOK AT THAT M E S S”

no body heard that one aunt rant about the state the kitchen was in

everyone crowded around you and guanlin

cooing at your sleeping forms

“mom, are they gonna have kids???”

“uobaoBVODVBSO BILLY NO”

bonus x2: guanlin happily shows you off the next year at school

seonho the snake in this au made a bet with your friends and now your friends owe him a month’s lunch

bonus x3: you two share your official first kiss on new years hoW CUTE SVEFUDOS GOALS AMIRITE

y’all ready for christmas?? haVE A SPECIAL COLLAB SCENARIO THAT’S HAPPENING WITH IRIS AND CHI AKA TALENT IF IT WERE PEOPLE

guanlin may look chic and all at first but we all know he’s a actual child inside :’) i don’t think i did my boy justice with this au but i added my son seonho!! :’)

have a safe holiday and more christmas aus will be out very soon this week oops

#not relevant but i love his gummy smile #ugh i love this boy so much #wanna one #lai guanlin #Produce 101 #baking christmas cookies with! lai guanlin #broduce 101 #wanna one scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #cube #cube lai guanlin #lai guanlin scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one aus #lai guanlin imagines #lai guanlin au

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boymeetsweevil · 8 years ago

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Sleepovers with sleepy BTS

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Really affectionate when he’s sleepy despite the fact that he’s probably pretty tame with PDA

He rests his head on the wall while you fumble with the keys to your apartment, but then he steps behind you to back-hug you and hurry you up

Continues to walk around the apartment glued to your back and occasionally rubbing his hands unconsciously across your stomach, while you turn your lights off and close windows etc.

Surprisingly, Jin sleeps in his undies year round on his days off, unless its crazy cold. But that only happened once during a winter when your heater was broken and he got so fidgety wearing the flannel that you just wrapped him in a second sheet as a compromise.

Sleeps on his tummy most of those nights, so you get access to the broad expanse of his back. His skin is usually a little pinker and warmer from the shower he took earlier and he smells like whatever Lush product you currently have in your bathroom. He smells like the color pink and that’s such a fitting thought that you just have to press kiss to the back of his neck.

On the late nights when he comes back to your place late after quickly showering at the dorms he collapses on the bed face first and starts snoring

Usually you’re also tired, so you’re tempted to leave him like that but you know it can’t be comfortable wearing the thick pullover and sweats he has on. So you wake him up to tell him you’re gonna help him and he awkwardly sticks his legs out which isn’t helpful Jinnie, but okay

In the mornings he always makes the same joke about "Jagiyah! Someone stole my clothes *windshield wiper laugh*”

Min Yoongi (Suga):

You two have your schedules/calendar apps synched

Leaves a paper bag filled with bath bombs and specific data written in chicken scratch. Your roommate is too scared of Yoongi to open the bag and always wonders if that date is the date you die

Yoongi has a key to let himself in and run the bath if your calendar says you’ll be home after him

You sometimes come into your bathroom and find him with the tub filled to the brim, steam billowing around him, with a towel on his face and taking a nap. You yell at him about water safety while you take your work clothes off and he just beckons you blindly from under the towel to come in already

AFTER THE BATH: He always wants you to get in bed first so he can flop on top of you

Uses your chest for his pillow, wedges his icy hands under you and up the back of your sleep shirt. Sometimes he composes pieces using your spine as the piano keys and you squirm because “Yoongi, that tickles”.

Wants you to tell him about your day. You always think he’s isn’t listening/fallen asleep but if you stop talking he’ll slightly move his head and slow blink up at you like a cat and give you an inquisitive look

Won’t ever ask (because he’s stubborn) but will give a low groan if you play in his hair and give your rib cage a firm squeeze as a silent ‘don’t stop’

Will snore if you scratch at the base of his neck and deny it the next morning

Jung Hoseok (JHope)

Showers at the dorm after dance practice but comes straight over to your place. He always leaves your pillows smelling really good because his shampoo is so fancyyyy

You’ll be in bed with a book or laptop or something and you’ll hear the door open and he’ll trudge over like a zombie, but he’ll have this pleased sleepy look when he sees you fold back the covers on his side

But LOL his side is your side, meaning he rolls over to lightly hook one arm around your torso and rest his head on your shoulder. He’s touchy-feely so he’d probably run his hand up and down your sides until you put a bookmark in your book or logged out of Netflix.

Will probably try to watch what you’re watching or read over your shoulder, but he gets too drowsy and goes back to just petting your sides and humming a little.

Hobi would probably whine a little until you got the hint to rub his back

Will try valiantly to stay awake so he spend as long as he can talking about how much he missed you and how the next day he has off he’s taking you to Gwangju with him to eat some food with his parents and play with Mickey

Falls asleep mid sentence. Snuffles in your ear when he’s dreaming

Installed a tiny, nondescript night light in your bedroom because

1) he’s a before-bed-water-drinker and he keeps banging his precious dancer’s toes on your furniture in the dark on the way to the bathroom

2) Probably low key scared of the dark

Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Comes over for naps at random times. But mainly late nights after practice because your place is close to his favorite chicken spot and he gets late night munchies real bad

Is quite the night owl so he will want to stay awake and talk even after the chicken is gone.

Lays his head in your lap when you sit on the couch. His legs probably hang off the side.

You take off his beanie and brush your fingers through his hat-hair while he tells you about this novel he’s been trying to finish when he has free time

He yawns a lot but that doesn’t do much to interrupt his critical analysis of like the use of different fish to code for repressed sexual desires or something...

Falls asleep as soon as he isn’t talking, which is whenever he asks you what you think of the book or movie he was just waxing poetic about

At like 2:35am you poke gently at the spot where one of his dimples is to wake him up and he makes a REALLY CUTE noise and his hands fly to the waistband of your pants while he tries to bury his face in your stomach

Its really hard maneuvering his beanpole self over to your bedroom, but he moves himself onto the bed face first and that’s that.

Probably sleeps on top of the covers unless you paw at him to move so you can wrap him up.

Joon is a wild sleeper so you have to sling an arm across his chest or shoulders so that he doesn’t smack you in the middle of the night. He tries to gather you to him in the middle of the night but ends up smashing your face into his armpit. He feels bad about it when he wakes up...sometimes

Park Jimin

Is still kind of shy about making a big deal over the fact that he’s sleeping over at your place, so you drive up to the building and text him to come down

He’s really cute in that he packs an overnight bag and really excitedly jumps in the car

He smells like soap from his shower and you always laugh at his post-shower hair because its so unlike his normal perfect prince hair

Does the most graceful spin onto the middle of your bed you’ve ever seen and you wonder how he does that after 11 hours of dance practice

You stand by the side of the bed to look down at him. His cheeks are naturally rosy, but he flushes when he knows you're openly staring at him

He reaches up to take your hand and he smiles and asks if you’ll come to bed in a low tone and then its your turn to get embarrassed because he KNOWS what he’s doing

You snuggle up to his side and he puts his chin on top of your head and you hitch a thigh over one of his own and he sighs like he’s so satisfied to be there. Because he is

Park Jimin is a really beautiful sleeper. He doesn’t move much and he doesn’t snore and his face doesn’t slowly turn to mush like most people. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and catch yourself staring at his pretty profile

Always wakes up with both hands clutching your butt and never has an excuse or an explanation just slowly removes them while you grin cheekily at him

Kim Taehyung (V)

Turns into a little crab cake

Like he gets really monosyllabic after practice and wordlessly holds your hand on the elevator ride up to your apartment

You let him have the shower first because he’s quick and you like to wind down with a review of what you did today and what needs to be done tomorrow.

He taps you on the shoulder when he’s done and sits in bed like an old man while he waits for you to finish. When you get back he’s in the same exact position you left him in but his eyes are blinking even slower than before

Tae gets really deep and cryptic before sleep so when you go to his side to turn off the lamp, he pulls you over so you’re sitting on his lap and he just holds you for a while

He breathes in and out really slowly and you feel it where he’s resting his face on your collarbone. It feels like the moment is gossamer thin and you almost hesitantly bring your hands up to smooth his hair

He gives you a kiss in the hollow of your throat and you carefully swing yourself over to your side of the bed. He gives you a long look and reaches for your hand again and that’s how you fall asleep

When you wake up the first thing you see is his nose mole and he’s grinning at you from his spot straddling your waist. He gives you a big square grin. “Yah, lets make pancakes in special shapes for Jin Hyung. He’s coming over in 20. I texted him from your phone” he says before sprinting to the kitchen and you’re not even sentient yet like -.-

Jeon Jungkook

Is singing when you open the door to your apartment. Continues to sing as he takes off his Timbs and is still singing when you come into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Is really playful but can hardly keep his eyes open. So he’ll play with the hem of your long sleep shirt with his eyes closed while you wash your face and moonwalk sluggishly around you while you go to the kitchen to get two glasses of water.

You try your hardest not to laugh at him because it just gets worse from there, but you do laugh when you close the fridge and he strike a “seductive pose” with too much booty pop.

You sit in bed for a while and scroll through your phone but you can feel him making fugly faces at you. You make the mistake of turning to look at him and regret it when you’re still clutching at your sides, wheezing 5 minutes later.

He has a little drawer for himself filled with things he’s left from previous sleepovers and from one awkward night where he had come over with a small box of overnight stuff and mumbled that he thought it “Just makes more sense if I keep this stuff over here...since I’m here all the time anyway”. You had smiled up at him and asked him to pick a drawer to clean out and he was silent but you caught him flash a bunny teeth smile to himself.

Now, though, he’s completely shameless about changing into his pajamas and doing weird wiggly dance moves while you record him on your phone. The dancing stops only when your friend Facetimes you and you try to get him in the frame. He hides behind you, mouth pressed gently near your shoulder blade until your quick chat ends and he stays there when you finally start to fall asleep.

He spoons like a champ with one arm crooked to pad your head and the other thrown over your torso to keep you close at all times. You always end up switching positions by the morning and he’s too stubborn to ask if he can be the little spoon more often. But he loves when you wake him up by tracing your fingers up and down the parts of his spine that you can reach.

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i bet my life for you

Can you believe I’ve been all morning trying to come up with a name for this OS? xD! anyway, a little bit late, but here is my prompt for the third day of Lutteo Ficweek. Again, thanks to Mandy @deliverychicafresa for proof reading it. I owe you my life! And and big shoutout to the no killer squad.

Day 3: “My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up to a random underclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute”

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Matteo rolled his eyes at his best friend, asking himself why he chose such an idiot for such a privileged status, when Gaston had a special talent to embarrass him in front of everyone.

“You know? You could have shout it a little bit louder, I believe the people in China didn’t hear you,” he said with a tint of sarcasm in his voice, and Gaston started laughing, putting his arm over his shoulders.

“Sorry bro, it’s just… I can’t believe the most popular guy at school doesn’t have a date for senior prom, when there’s only one week left, and I’m pretty sure there’s no girl at this school who would say no to go with you,” Well, there was an answer for his question, the guy had too much faith in him. “I mean, what happened?”

“I just forgot about it,” he answered.

“How do you forget about senior prom? I mean, there are thousands of posters announcing it,” their other friend, Ramiro, said as he joined them on their walk outside the Blake. “And most of us already got a tuxedo and a great limousine to impress their dates when picking them up.”

He wasn’t surprised about Ramiro having everything planned already, he himself was kind of extra sometimes, but the other guy would take the crown. Matteo was sure he had even asked his date the color of her dress just to make sure to get a tie of the same color.

“Last year I had a girlfriend who practically reminded me about prom every day, telling me what I should wear, and what I should do for it to be the perfect night for the most perfect couple of the Blake. This year I don’t have a girlfriend, so I didn’t pay much attention to the dance, until now that you mentioned it,” he remember last year’s dance: it had been the most boring night of his life. Yes, he got the crown as the dance’s king, but Ambar spent almost all the evening talking with her friends, going to the bathroom to fix her makeup, and making him pose for everyone’s pictures. Everyone’s. At the end of the night he only wanted to throw himself on his bed and die.

“Well, that’s… understandable.” Gastón said, with a nod, but the other guy was far from leaving the topic.

“So, what are you going to do?” he asked. “Go alone to prom? Stay at home? Because if that’s the case, there would be real possibilities for me to get the crown this year.” The guy was very paid of himself, but again, wasn’t he himself like that as well? Matteo laughed, shaking his head, and looked around not staring at anyone specific. Truth be told, he would stay at his place during that night, but it was his last prom, and he wanted to enjoy it with his friends as he didn’t know how much time they would have to see each other being at the university.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I guess all girls from our class already have a date, or have been threatened by Ambar, and I didn’t get a tuxedo, or a big car to impress.” He shrugged.

“And what about an underclass? I mean, I’m going to prom with Nina, so it’s no big deal,” Gastón suggested, and he laughed.

“You are going with her because she is your girlfriend, which is more than logical,” he replied. “If I go and ask a random underclass girl to go to senior prom with me, everyone is going to think I just ran out of possibilities and went in for a desperate act. And Matteo Balsano never goes for a desperate act.” That might sound like him being too paid of himself, but it was true, he never did something moved by desperation, everything he did was perfectly planned.

“I believe Matteo the-perfect-prospect Balsano is afraid of being rejected by an underclass girl,” Ramiro mocked, with a devilish smile. Matteo frowned at him.

“I’m not afraid,” he answered, his chill long time gone. “I could invite any girl in this school to go with me to prom if I wanted, and she would say yes,” maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t have said that. Ramiro’s grin got wider.

“Prove it,” his friend said, as they found a bench to sit at the park next to the school, and started to change their shoes into skates. “20 bucks if you invite an underclass girl for prom.”

“Matteo doesn’t need to prove you anything,” his best friend came to his rescue, and that’s the second reason why he had such privileged status, he always got his back. “Don’t you have better things to do than wasting your money on bets you will surely lose?” Ramiro rolled his eyes.

“I’m talking to Matteo, not to his minion.” He looked back at him. “What do you say?” This time it was Matteo’s turn to roll his eyes. He wasn’t going to fall into his games, he was better than that. It wasn’t even about having a date for prom or not, it was about his pride, he wasn’t going to invite an underclass girl for the prom as if he had run out of options and it was his last chance.

“Ramiro, I told you, I won–” his line of thought got interrupted when he saw two girls walking towards them. One of them was his best friend’s girlfriend, and the other… he didn’t remember having seen her at the school, even if she was wearing the uniform. How was that possible? They already were in the second half of the school year, and she was so beautiful he would have noticed her immediately, and never ever forget about her. “Who’s that?” He asked, and his best friend raised his sight from his skates, to find both girls now closer to them. Gastón smiled.

“You mean the girl walking with Nina?” he asked in a teasing voice, before standing up.

“No, I’m talking about your girlfriend,” he replied sarcastically, without taking his eyes off the cute girl. “Come on, bro! Who’s the girl with your girlfriend?” he asked again, and the boy shook his head.

“I don’t know, maybe one of Nina’s classmates? Let me ask.” The guy finally said, before skating towards his girlfriend, and hugging her as soon as he got in front of her.

Matteo didn’t take his eyes off the girl, who looked at the couple with a soft smile for a couple of seconds, and then looked away a little ashamed when they both kissed. That was the moment their eyes connected, and he felt as if the big bang had occurred inside of his chest, because even from that distance he had never seen a more beautiful green than the one he saw on her eyes. The girl held her gaze on him for what seemed like minutes, but then looked down, as if suddenly she had realized what she was doing. The couple finished their public demonstration of affection, and Nina introduced her friend to her boyfriend, before giving him a goodbye kiss, and waving to the boys sitting on the bench.

“So…?” Matteo asked, as soon as his best friend went back to the bench.

“So what?” his friend replied, a bright smile located on his face.

“Who is the girl who was with your girlfriend?” he was losing his patience. “Please, tell me you didn’t forget to ask.”

Ramiro started laughing, before standing from the bench, doing some tricks on his skates.

“Oh, no… no. I didn’t forget.” Gastón took his backpack. “The girl’s name is Luna, she’s Nina’s classmate, and new at school. It looks like her parents got transferred here to Buenos Aires for work, or something like that. Nina told me she was going to her house to help her catch up on their classes,” he put his helmet on. “Shall we go skating now that the interrogation is over, bro?” he asked, with an amused smile on his face. Matteo knew the meaning of that smile.

He stood up and put his helmet on, taking his backpack and skating towards Ramiro, who was doing the moonwalk on his skates. Such a smug.

“You know what?” He told to the guy, palming his shoulder. “I changed my mind. Get ready to lose twenty bucks, dude, because I’m going to invite an underclass girl for prom,” a cocky smile appeared on his lips, and then he started skating with his friends towards the ramps. He had made the resolution to take Luna as his date to prom, and Matteo Balsano always gets what he wants.

“Who?” Ramiro asked, with curiosity.

“I will give you a hint,” Gastón replied instead of him. “I believe our friend has signed himself to a mission to land on the moon.” Both guys laughed and Matteo sighed. His best friend’s pun’s torture had started.

Next day he found her on his way to his first class, she was struggling with storing her books on her locker, and he went to help her as the gentleman he was. That’s his specialty: rescuing damsels in distress. One of her books fell open on the floor, and he bent over to pick it up, offering one of his best smiles when he handed it to her.

“Thanks…” she said, attempting to take her book back, but he moved it away from her reach. She gave him a confused look, as if she was trying to figure out his intentions. “What do you want?” the question came out from her mouth, and his smirk became devilish.

“Introduce myself, of course,” he said, leaning against the lockers.

“I know who you are, Matteo Balsano, I’ve heard about you,” she said, crossing her arms. “And, don’t take it personal, but I don’t think you are one of the people that I should meet here at school.” Why did he feel like she had nailed a dagger right on the middle of his chest? He ignored the feeling, and laughed as if she had told him a joke.

“How do you say those words and expect me to not take it personal?” He raised his eyebrows, and put her book above the height of his own head when she tried to reach it for the second time. “At least give me a chance to prove you that I’m not as bad as the urban legends tell. For example, going to senior prom with me,” he dropped the bomb, and expected any response except the one he got. She started to laugh.

“You are joking, right?” she said in the middle of laughter, shaking her head. “Why would a guy like you want to go to his senior prom with a girl like me? I mean, is there a hidden camera?” she looked around, trying to find said device. He rolled his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Matteo asked, kinda triggered.

“Well, first of all, you don’t even know who I am–”

“Which, in my humble opinion, is totally rude when you seem to know everything about me,” he interrupted her, and she continued talking ignoring his words.

“Second, because you seem like the kind of guy who prefers to date a Victoria’s Secret model rather than… well,” she pointed to herself, from head to toes, as if that made her point very clear. “And third, because I’m from an underclass, and I’m pretty sure it would be more suitable for you to go to your dance with a girl from your class, taking into account the status you hold,” she gave him a sarcastic smile, before closing her locker. “Now, can you give me back my book? I have to go to class,” she demanded, extending her hand in his direction.

He wasn’t giving up so easily.

“I’m being serious, I want you to go to prom with me,” he said. She sighed.

“Look, snob… even if I wanted to go with you to your prom, which I don’t, I can’t. My cousin would hate me more than she already does for dating her ex-boyfriend, and I don’t want more drama in my life. Having to leave my country, and moving here to Buenos Aires, is already too bad to have Ambar Smith putting my picture next to yours on her dartboard,” he felt her words as a cold water bucket.

“Ambar is your cousin?” he asked, still in shock.

“And that proves my point: you know nothing about me,” she shook her hand, hurrying him to give her the book. “Please, Matteo. I don’t want to be late to my classes.” He did as she said, and then stared at her back while she walked through the hallway to her classroom, feeling a complete idiot for the first time in his life.

He sent a killer look to Ramiro.

The guy was laughing at him and his failed attempt to invite Luna to senior prom, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with him… he had been rejected by a girl. Leave it, he had been rejected by the only girl he liked since he broke up with Ambar, who is also his ex-girlfriend’s cousin. If that’s not bad luck, then what? Now he knew who she had heard all the bad things about him.

“I still can’t believe she is Ambar’s cousin,” Gastón said, with a surprised grin. “I was expecting the eclipse to happen between the two of you, Nina told me she is a really nice girl, and you seemed to be very lunatic about her,” he frowned at his best friend, how many puns did he have about the moon? He had been talking about said satellite all day, nonstop.

“Accept it, is the end of an era, there’s a girl at this school who is able to reject Matteo Balsano,” the other guy mocked, having so much fun with the situation and pissing him off. “Since today, and forever, I declare myself her fan.” Matteo had enough, and threw one of his fries to him. That just made the other guy laugh even louder.

“Why are you laughing, anyway?” his best friend came to his rescue. “In case you forgot, you owe twenty bucks to Matteo, so if I was you I’d be paying out,” he tapped the table.

“I owe him nothing, the girl said no.” Ramiro frowned.

“Of course you do! The bet was asking her for the prom, not getting her to accept his invitation, so technically he fulfilled the bet.”

Matteo smiled proudly at his best friend. Maybe Luna rejected him, but at least he had managed to beat Ramiro, and it was very satisfying. And, second thought, not everything was lost with the girl. He was already considering going to talk with her, asking her for a chance to prove her wrong about everything she thought about him, win her heart. He couldn’t allow Ambar to harm his chance to be with the girl he liked.

“So, it was all a bet,” a female voice behind his back sank all the hope he had gained. “That makes sense,” he turned around to find the girl standing there, staring at him with a grimace, and her arms crossed. He swore under his breath.

“Now I remember I had something to do over there,” Ramiro said, before performing one of his best acts of escapism. Matteo didn’t blame him for taking the chance. Gastón tried to say something, but the girl stopped him with a vexed look.

“If you leave right now I won’t tell Nina how you and your friends have fun at the expense of others,” she threatened him, and the poor guy just sent his best friend an apologetic look, before leaving the table.

Matteo sighed. If he wasn’t as worried as he was for his own safety he would have applauded the person capable of getting his best friend to flee from the place. However, knowing that he would be the girl's next victim, he could only freeze in place.

His possibilities to date with the girl went to zero.

“Look, this is not what it seems, I can explain it,” he begged. Yes, Matteo was begging for the first time in his life, and he would do it a thousand times if that would make her forget about the bet he made with his friend.

“Go ahead,” she said, looking very annoyed. “But nothing you say would make me change my mind about what I heard, so I wouldn’t waste my time.” He knew he was screwed.

“Look, I made a bet, but it was a very stupid thing to do, and that’s not the reason why I invited you to prom,” he was trying to choose the correct words, because he knew a misstep would be the end of him. “Truth be told, I was thinking about not going at all until I saw you on the park with Nina. As you may know, my relationship with Ambar didn’t end very well, so I preferred not to think about these kind of things.” She looked taken aback.

“Why did you change your mind when you saw me?” she asked, uncrossing her arms. That was a good sign, he hoped.

“Because I thought you were actually really cute, and I still believe it, although you could be plotting my death right now,” a soft blush appeared on her cheeks, and he could detect a glimpse of a smile picking out at the corners of her lips. “Besides, nothing you said in the lockers is true.” He continued. “First of all, I may not know you well, but that’s what I was planning to change during senior prom. Second, I don’t care if a girl has long legs or shiny blonde hair, what I’m looking for in a girl is authenticity, and that's something you have plenty of… and you’re gorgeous, so you would beat any Victoria’s Secrets model in a blink. And third, I don’t care about any status, if I want to go to my senior prom with the girl I like, who cares if she is from an underclass? I would be an idiot if I didn’t invite you just because of that.” she was speechless.

“You… like me?” she stuttered.

“Yes, I do,” he wasn’t going to deny it. “I thought it was clear from everything I already said to you, Luna,” he couldn’t help tease her a little, and then noticed it has been the first time he had called her using her name. She seemed like she noticed this as well, but didn’t say a word about it.

“What about my cousin?”

“I understand if you worry about her, but I am willing to put up with the devil itself if it means we can spend time together, so it’s up to you… I will respect the decision you make, even if it is not the one I want to hear,” he shrugged. “But I know Ambar, and I would never let her interfere with my decisions, not anymore. If she decides to get angry, then that's her problem, not yours. You can’t deny things to yourself just to please her, because then you will give her control over your life, and that’s what she really wants,” he didn’t know where all that speech had come from, perhaps from everything he had kept for himself after breaking up with her. Luna looked down, her hair covering her face, but he got to see a hint of a smile growing on her face.

“And what about the bet?” she asked then, looking up to him, making him get lost in her gorgeous green eyes. He thought about it.

“I don’t care about it, I had forgotten the stupid bet until Gastón mentioned it, so I’m not even thinking about charging my reward anyway,” he said, and she laughed.

“Charge it, it would be nice if we use that money to go for fast food after the party,” she said, and his eyes lightened up. “Unless… the fact you are 20 bucks richer already had invalidated the question, and you don’t want to go with me at all,” she teased.

“No, it doesn’t invalidate the question,” he responded quickly, containing himself from running and lifting her in his arms. “I told you, I only want to go if I do it with you so, if you won’t be there with me, I don’t care about going at all.”

The pink tone went back to her cheeks, and he loved it.

“If that’s the case, I don’t want you to miss your senior prom, so yes… I will go with you,” he could be jumping from happiness in that exact moment. “See you later? I need to go back to class,” she said, but didn’t do anything to leave, she just stood there looking at him with a bright smile.

“Yeah, yeah… I have to go to my classroom as well, or the guys will freak out thinking there had been a murder here,” he said, and both of them laughed. “Shall we?” he asked, pointing at the school door, and she nodded, walking next to him.

Not even Gaston’s stupid puns could spoil his day now.

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