#mickey getting ready to munch .. the question is . on who ………

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I FINALLY TOOK THE TIME TO DO THIS………. suchhhh a fun and cool picrew wowow!!!!

….. the flower theme wasn’t intentional i’m just very weak to flowers growing out of eyes :’3 and then it snowballed from there . the cat ears were intentional tho who do u think i am…

THIS PICREW IS SOOOOOCUTEEEE<333333 I WILL EAT YOUU<33

@mossmurdock i love u so much idk who i would've been if i hadn't done this wahhhh you are a life-saver<33333333

[abundanceofnots]

a little (just under 2k) playground scene with Lip and Ian as dads, as per @pink--and--white's request. i apologize to all actual parents in advance.

“How the fuck did we get here?” Lip asks through a huff of incredulous laughter.

Ian shades his eyes from the sun, turning to his older brother with a look of mock concern. “Your memory that bad already, old man? We drove here.”

It earns him a stinging smack on his thigh.

“Asshole,” Lip retorts back. “You know what I mean.”

Ian’s eyes flit back to the scene before them. “Yeah, I do,” he confirms a beat later, his voice more earnest this time.

This, by far, isn’t a new feeling. Lip’s had the exact same thought pass through his mind countless times in recent years, always in a momentary flash of warmth that filled up his whole chest. It happens all the more often now over the most mundane shit, though.

The first time was, probably, when Freddie was born. Then Ian got married, and Al came along, and Liam got to a good school—and after that followed every other quiet (not literally) evening when the whole family gathered up in the kitchen.

In those instants, Lip would stall himself for just a second, getting lost in the overwhelming sounds and visuals, and think, what the fuck.

He’s getting soft. That’s it, most likely. He’s getting soft and sentimental, going on with his extremely unexceptional life, wondering how in the hell did a piece of shit like himself get so lucky, and slowly becomes someone he’d gladly punch in the face not too long ago.

It hits him hard again, this strange sense of pride and wonder, as he sits next to his baby brother on a bench overlooking a kids’ playground.

This one’s the real deal. Everything here is child-proof and clean, with no syringe or dogshit in sight. Frank or some random homeless guy aren’t lying in a drunken coma by the swing sets. There’s not even one bullet hole in the slide. And maybe it’s not so hard to admit that this is actually pretty nice. That this is them now.

Still, the whole thing is, without a doubt, totally ridiculous. Here they are, Lip and Ian—the college dropout and the ex-con, the true sons of the South Side—sneakily munching on their kids’ packed afternoon snacks.

“Dumb luck, I guess,” Ian answers Lip’s question after some musing and takes a sip from Toe’s pink-colored juice box.

Lip hmms before he bites into a baby carrot. “For us, or them?”

“For us. Definitely.”

They’re just two regular dads who carry around lunchboxes and always have a wet wipe or a pack of tissues at hand, ready to blow noses and wipe off residue chocolate from chins and hands. There aren’t enough words in the English language that would describe how incredibly ridiculous this is, because once upon a time, not too long ago, still, Ian wore a jumpsuit with Dav on the nametag and believed this was it for him, and Lip thought the only way to get through life was by drinking himself through the ordeal.

How the fuck did they get here?

“Freddie! Hey, Freddie!” Lip calls out to his oldest, who hangs upside down from the monkey bars, effectively ignoring him. “Fred!” he tries again with an annoyed sigh, and the boy finally remembers how his ears work. “Can you help your cousin on the slide?”

“Okay!”

With a swift motion, Freddie pulls himself up again to grab hold of a bar, unhooking his knees in the process, and jumps down into the sand with practiced ease. He then immediately gets into a run, coming behind the red-headed girl in black overalls who’s been trying to climb the gentle ramp on her own.

“What was that about?” Ian inquires amusedly.

“Early puberty, I think. He doesn’t want us to call him Freddie anymore. It’s Fred. No Fredster, no Fredtastic, definitely no Fredosaurus. Just Fred. Apparently, I went to bed, and my son turned into a middle-aged man overnight.”

“Oof. That’s rough.”

“Yeah. The next thing I know, he’s gonna get a neck tattoo and his first STI. Al, buddy!” His younger son Alvin, at least, seems to have no trouble with hearing. “You need help? Want me to push you?”

“No, I’m good!” the blond kid shouts back from the swing, and to prove his point, he pushes himself harder off the ground to gain momentum.

Lip scratches his forehead. “They don’t need me anymore,” he comments darkly. “I am officially a bother.”

“You’ve always been a bother,” Ian notes before he stuffs his mouth full of grapes. “Come on, Lip. Freddie’s eight. He’s not exactly packing his bags to leave home. He’s still very much a daddy’s boy.”

“I don’t know, man. When I remember what I was already doing when I was his age….”

“Yeah, but that’s different. They’re not like us. They don’t need to be, and that’s a good thing.”

Ian’s right, but the concept of normal as something desirable, something he doesn’t necessarily need to rebel against, is something Lip may never fully come to grasps with. And neither does Ian, even if he says otherwise.

“We might be getting a dog,” Lip says after a while, pausing before he sinks his teeth into a cheese stick.

“No way!” Ian smirks at him. “Look at you, perfect American family and shit.”

Lip snorts at that. He and Tami are pretty damn far from perfect. “You not thinking about getting a pet? A friendly rottweiler for Mickey, perhaps?”

“No. First, I gotta talk him into having another kid.”

That takes Lip by surprise. He knows Ian absolutely adores his little girl, his mini ginger twin that everyone got to call Toe, short for Tomato, but he also knows the whole story behind how she came to be.

“Oh, yeah? You’d like another?”

“Yeah,” Ian admits, and as his eyes drop to his lap where his fingers fiddle with a paper straw, Lip realizes he sounds ashamed about it.

“Not as easy as poking holes in condoms with you guys, huh?” he jokes to release the sudden tension.

“Hah. No.”

“You told Mickey yet?”

Meeting his brother’s eyes again, Ian gives a noncommittal shrug. “I hinted.”

From experience, Lip knows that hinting in Ian’s case almost exclusively means Mickey is fully aware of his intentions and just chooses to ignore them before Ian confronts him head-on.

“Hopefully, you’ll have another girl,” he tells Ian after a quiet moment filled with children’s high-pitched screams and the steady screeching of a swing set. “It’s a lot more physical with boys. These two are already fighting like we used to.”

“Doesn’t really matter when you’re raising a Milkovich,” Ian remarks before yelling: “Hey, Toe? You wanna have a sip of your juice for me?”

The girl waves at them eagerly as she slides down the bendy chute. Getting to a run right as her feet touch the ground, she comes to a jolty halt in front of them, taking a good, hard look at the juice box as if only now realizing what’s expected of her.

“No, thank you,” Toe then peeps and skips off again.

“Polite,” Lip appraises.

Ian gives a low chuckle. “Fuckin’ weird, huh?”

“With Mickey as her dad? A little.”

They watch the kids play for a few minutes. Ian offers to exchange a cheese stick for three grapes, and Lip negotiates it up to five before agreeing.

“You think he’d be against it? Having another kid?” he asks Ian mid-chew.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame him, after all the shit with Terry. Maybe with a second kid, he’d think there’d be twice the damage he could do. Dunno,” Ian surmises uncertainly. “I know how hard it was for him to even want a kid, and I get why he was scared. Don’t get me wrong, I’m shitting myself every day when I think of the ways I could fuck this up. But he’s a great dad. You saw him with Toe. She’s obsessed with him. The way she laughs at everything he says makes you think he invented comedy or something.”

Lip’s aware that their conversation turned sort of serious once again, but he can’t help not breaking into a smile. “Sounds like you’re kinda jealous of your husband there, Ian.”

“Oh, I hate his guts,” his brother confirms, only partially kidding. “I’m a fun dad, too, you know.” As if on cue, a figure coming their way catches his attention, and Ian nods to where his daughter’s playing, telling Lip: “Okay, watch this.”

Mickey gestures at Freddie with a finger to his lips, coming around the slide just in time to catch his daughter in his arms with a victorious roar.

“Daddy!” Toe announces the good news to everyone around with a loud squeal.

Ian gives his brother a pointed look.

“Fuck, man,” Lip huffs with mock seriousness. “You tellin’ me she loves her dad? What a nightmare.”

“Yo, lunch ladies.” Mickey suddenly approaches them with Toe at his hip. “How ’bout less chit-chatting and more kid-watching? Think I’d remember if I left my kid with a giant fuckin’ bruise on her forehead this morning.”

“Yeah. She’s had a bit of a scuffle with Alvin earlier,” Ian says, reaching out to soothingly rub Toe’s calf as if said scuffle and the tears it brought weren’t already long forgotten.

“The hell’s he doin’ fightin’ someone half his size?!”

“She started it!” Lip counters weakly.

“Okay.” Mickey’s mouth hangs open for a minute before he finds his figurative footing again. “I guess she had her reasons for that. And you should teach your kids to not fight dirty.”

“I go play now,” Toe informs him then, putting a stop to his rant and his bad mood in one go.

“Yeah! You do that!” Mickey replies as he puts her down, matching her level of enthusiasm. She heads for the extensive pirate-ship-like construction this time, watchful cousin Freddie already on her heels, and Mickey drops heavily next to his husband, letting out a prolonged groan into his hands.

“Tough day?” Ian asks needlessly.

“Igor’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Told you he was.”

“And I agree, so drop it, a’ight? Hey, by the way.”

“Hey,” Ian echoes before they exchange a quick kiss.

Mickey notices the juice in his hands then and perks up. “That raspberry?” he checks after he’s already snagged the box for himself, taking loud slurps from it to get every last drop. He finishes off with a belch. “Fuckin’ love raspberry.”

Lip finds that anything he’d say at that moment would only spoil the natural fucking beauty of it, so he just appreciates with a private snicker.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Toe yells from the top of one of the pirate ship’s smaller slides. “Come play!”

Mickey pats at Ian’s thigh. “That’s on you, man. I’m beat.”

Putting his fun-dad face on, Ian heaves himself up without a complaint. “Hey, jellybean! Do you think your dad can fit on the slide, too?”

Toe shakes her head vehemently, giggling as she watches Ian jog toward her. “No, daddy! No! No!”

“What, you don’t think I can?” Ian asks again, halfway through his climb up on the board. “Well, take off your socks now because they might get blown off! I’mma fit!”

“Daddy!” Toe howls with laughter as he bumps his head on one of the low railings.

Beside Lip, Mickey imitates the reaction, both his hand and the phone he’s holding with it to record a video visibly shaking. When he notices Lip staring, his grin falters a little.

“These two jokers,” Mickey complains after he ends the recording. “She always laughs at everything he does like he invented comedy or some shit.”

Lip answers with a knowing smile, his chest feeling full of warmth.

Seriously, how the fuck did they get here?

[yeah-all-of-it]

I saw a tweet yesterday that speculated if Ian ever pointed out Mickey’s resemblance to Vladimir from Twilight. Thought it might make a fun little fic. Not sure if anyone’s written on the topic before (I’m sure they have) but here is my take on it. Enjoy!

The Gallagher kitchen is abuzz with activity.

“Hey, Tami!” Debs yells. “Grab some bowls for the popcorn!”

“Got ‘em!” Tami replies, handing the bowls off to Debbie.

“I gotta poop!” Franny declares.

“Well then hurry up and go while we finish getting stuff ready. Go!” instructs Lip to his small neice, placing a hand on her back and guiding her to the bathroom door.

“Why are we watchin’ this stupid fuckin’ movie anyway?” asks Mickey.

“Because Kev and V gave it to us before they moved and it’s free?” Liam suggests.

“Movie night’s important, Mickey. Some of us live separately now so we gotta plan family time. Suck it up,” Debbie declares.

“I think that was a jab at us for moving, Mick,” Ian says sarcastically, chewing on a hunk of red Twizzler.

“It was not. But if we ever wanna see you two Westside yuppies anymore, we gotta lure you here with free food and entertainment,” Debbie clarifies.

“Ok, Debs, what the fuck ever,” Ian replies, rolling his eyes at his sister. “We were just here last week.”

“Yeah, for dinner,” Debbie snaps.

“Yeah okay, fair point,” Ian relents and shrugs his shoulders.

Tami begins carrying bowls of popcorn into the living room, setting them on the coffee table. “C’mon guys! Grab your own drinks. I’m gonna get the movie started!” Tami yells from the other room.

All the Gallaghers shuffle in and find seats. Debs takes a chair beside Liam, while Lip and Tami take a seat on the floor so they can keep an eye on Fred playing blocks on the floor of the dining room. Ian kicks back on the couch and Mickey settles in beside him, Ian throwing an arm around his shoulders. Franny comes running in from the bathroom, plopping onto the couch and lays down with her head against her Uncle Mickey’s leg.

The front door opens and in walks Officer Carl of the Chicago Police Department.

“Oh no, police!” they all shout.

“That joke’s gettin’ fuckin’ stale guys,” Carl observes as he walks past the couch.

“You’re just in time for the movie,” Debbie says. “Go grab a beer and come sit down!”

He disappears into the kitchen where he removes his belt, placing his holster on top of the fridge out of reach and grabs a beer. He joins the family, sitting on the free end of the couch, putting Franny’s feet in his lap.

“Ok, I’m pressing play now!” Tami declares. “Everyone shut the fuck up!”

The screen lights up and instrumental music begins to play. There is a scene with some black and white pine trees and then a shot with a sunrise. The title begins to form across the screen: Breaking Dawn.

Part 2.

“Hey, anyone even seen the rest of these? How are we supposed to know what the fuck is happening if we haven’t seen part 1?” Lip asks, mouth full of popcorn, as the opening credits play.

“Yeah, I was obsessed as a kid but I’ve never seen this one,” answers Debbie. “It’s about a vampire family who are all like a million years old but look young and hot, a vampire and a human fall in love, they fuck, they turn her into a vampire but she’s pregnant and they don’t know if the baby is like, human or vampire or whatever and some other shit happens. It’s really not that deep, Lip, just watch.”

They all focus on the screen. Munching popcorn. Swigging beer. Occasionally someone makes a smart ass observation.

And then…

“Holy fuck.” Ian mutters, clearly surprised about something.

“What, man? What’s wrong?” Mickey inquires from beside him.

“Holy. FUCK.” Ian repeats.

He’s caught everyone’s attention now.

“Ian, what? Debbie asks.

“Just…” Ian leans up in his seat. “That guy, the one with the super blonde hair. You don’t see it? Tell me I’m not the only one that sees it…” Ian drifts off.

“Sees what? What are you talkin’ about?” Mickey asks, clearly confused.

“Ohhh, shiiiiitt!” Tami yells. “I see it!”

She leans over to Lip and whispers something.

He leans back, looks up at the screen, glances quickly at Mickey.

“Holy fuck!” Lip repeats Ian’s sentiments.

“What? I wanna know!” Debbie exclaims, and Tami points at the TV screen and discreetly gestures her head toward the couch.

“Ohhhh, shit!” Debbie laughs.

Carl and Liam seem to catch on too, and now all eyes are pointed directly at Mickey.

“What the…? What the fuck are you guys starin’ at?!” Mickey rages, baffled by what’s happening.

“Mick, you don’t see it?” Ian questions, trying and failing to stifle his amusement.

“See what?!”

“Check out Vladimir,” Lip suggests. “Anything about him look… I dunno, familiar?”

Mickey just furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head in frustration.

“You, Mick,” Ian finally says. “Vladimir looks like you.”

“The fuck he does! I’m way better looking than that joker. I mean,” he gestures a hand wildly toward the TV, “His hair is fuckin’ white, and his skin’s as pale as Ian’s bare ass. Nothin’ like me. And that weird fuckin’ accent…”

Ian can’t stop his laughter, “Yeah, Mickey, but like, look at his face.”

“It’s your face,” Tami confirms.

“The fuck it is,” Mickey snaps.

“He’s got your perfectly straight nose, your full pouty lips. His face is even the same shape as yours! And his teeth!” Ian observes. “Look! How do you not see it?”

“Whatever, man. Can we just drop it and watch the rest of the fuckin’ movie?” Mickey pleads, clearly irritated and done with this conversation.

They all murmur, “okay” and “fine” and “whatever”.

But for the next hour every single time Vladimir is on screen, six sets of eyes slowly pan over to Mickey and are met with dirty looks and angry eyebrows.

———

“You couldn’t have just kept your fuckin’ mouth shut, could you?” Mickey asks as he and Ian are getting ready for bed later that night.

“The resemblance was just so incredible. Had to share it with everyone. Sorry we all ribbed on you,” Ian apologizes through an amused smile, not entirely sorry, and crawls under the covers.

“They’d better not keep calling me Vladimir either or I’m gonna go fuckin’ homicidal on someone,” Mickey grumbles.

“I’ll tell ‘em to stop, okay? Now get in bed, please?” Ian asks sweetly.

“Fine.” He climbs into bed beside Ian and Ian wraps him in his arms.

“You know, Vladimir is kinda hot,” Ian admits. “But only cause I think he looks just like you.”

“Oh, you think so, huh? That turn you on?”Mickey kisses Ian soft and wet on the lips, moving down to his cheek, then his jaw, then starts kissing his neck.

Ian pulls back suddenly. “Whoa! Wait, stop!”

“The fuck, man?” Mickey questions.

“Just making sure… you’re not like, trying to suck my blood are you?”

“Fuck off!” Mickey spouts, but there’s laughter behind it. He bends down and sucks a giant hickey right on Ian’s neck. “There. Serves ya right, vampire lover,” he jokes. “Now, there’s somethin’ else I wanna suck,” and he disappears below the covers.

[brianc521]

Valentines | CEO Peter

Peter was a classy man. He wasn’t one that went for cliches and he wasn’t one to fall for the world's antics on celebrating a ‘day of love’ just as a ploy to spend money on candy and flowers. 

Last year, since you were in love with the idea of valentine's day, he agreed to take you to dinner, allowed you to dress him up and then dress him down at the end of the night.

Hearts and flowers weren’t totally this thing, or well at least not in public. 

This time around? Different story.

Peter is really lovesick. He is head over cufflinks in love with you. You’re wearing his ring, and your initials are tattoo’d just behind his ear. He is devoted to you, and he wants you to know that. So he might have gone a little crazy. It really didn’t help that he hasn’t seen you all week.

You’ve been in Ohio, with he who shall not be named, on a work business trip. You were meant to be home yesterday morning, but weather loves to fuck things up. Your plane was delayed and you didn’t end up getting into town but around 3 am this morning. Since your brother lives just around the corner from the airport, and you and Peter live a good 45 minutes away, it just made sense to crash at Ashtons. 

Peter understood, and really didn’t want you driving that far while being dead tired, he needed you safe. With that said, it still really sucked to spend yet another night alone in the cold sheets. 

Soooooo, that amped up his wanting to do something special for you.

The man not only had the whole store catered for breakfast for you and your employee’s, he also had your office completely filled with dozens of bouquets of roses and sunflowers (your two most favorite flowers). 

But that’s not all. You kept finding little gifts everywhere. Opening your desk drawer to grab a notepad left you munching on a box of chocolates. Accepting the shipment for the day had you hugging a 6 ft teddy bear. 

You called him once the shipment guys left, leaving you alone in the back of the shop.

“Mrs. Mendes, Happy Valentine’s day!” Stan answers cheerfully. 

“Hi Stan! Happy Valentine’s day to you too!” 

“Thank you Mrs. Mendes.” 

“He busy right now?” You ask, chewing on your thumb nail. 

You hear some shuffling and a murmured voice. “He’s about to step into a meeting, he’s walking past me as we speak.” 

“My wife?” You hear in the background, and then suddenly his voice fills your ear. “Hi Baby.” 

“Hi Love.” You sigh, melting into your seat from the sound of his voice alone. “I don’t wanna keep you.” 

“Please do.” He responds.

“Bad meeting?” 

“A fire is about to go out.” He nods, using some code to tell you he’s about to fire someone. 

“Oh, well then call me after.” 

“Or better yet, I’ll pick you up after.” He quips. 

“Um,” 

“I got the rest of the day off.” He bribes. 

“Okay, when should I expect you.” You grin.

“Really? You can come?” 

“Baby, I’m the boss, I can leave if I want. I’ve just spent the week working for this place in a different state.” 

“It’s sexy when you say things like that.” You hear a gag and then Peter’s rough chuckle. “Fuck off Stan.” 

You smile and bite your lip, taking notice of how good of a mood he’s in. 

“Well? Am I ditching this place or what?” 

“Be ready in 30, this fire won’t take long.” 

“Okay, and Mr. Mendes?” 

“Yes?”

“You’re always sexy.” 

He chokes a bit and you giggle as you hang up your phone, strutting your stuff off to the sales floor to tell Micheal you’ll be leaving soon.

**

You start running a little when you see him leaning against his 2019 Porsche 911. He looks too good to be true, and he’s all yours.

“Baby!” He cheers, standing up straight to catch you as you jump into his arms. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. His arms tighten as you bury your face in his neck, and he kisses your neck as he takes in a deep breath of your perfume. A plus from you working at a body shop, you always smell so good. 

“Fuckin’ missed you.” He mumbles against your skin. “Don’t ever leave me for that long again.” 

“I won’t, that was pure torture.” 

He walks you around to the passenger side of his car, tapping your bum a few times to get you to hop down. 

“Can I drive?” You grin at him, eyeing the car. 

“If you’re good maybe I’ll let you someday, but today I have plans in store that are meant to be a surprise.” He says helping you into the seat. He shuts your door, walking around the car and slipping in himself. 

“Can I have a kiss then?” 

“You don’t even have to ask that question.” He hums, leaning over the console to plant his lips on yours. 

“Thanks for my flowers, chocolates, and teddy bear. Although I don’t need a teddy bear, I already have you.” 

“Okay, so you’re going to be extra cheesy today?” He raises his eyebrow at you as he pulls out of the parking garage. 

“Me? You sir had me drowning in roses today.” 

He grins, shaking his head. “I’ve arranged for Bailey to get your gifts at the end of the work day when the store closes. I don’t want him messing up your conversion walking in and out so much.” 

You stare at him in awe and lean over to kiss his cheek. “The team says thank you for breakfast, and I’m saying thank you for being an incredible husband.” 

“Speaking of that.” He clears his throat. “We keep calling each other husband and wife.” 

“Yes we do and it confuses the hell out of everyone, I love it.” You giggle. 

“What if it didn’t anymore?” He inquired. 

“What do you mean?” 

“What if I told you we’d actually be married by the end of the night?” 

“Really?” 

“What if I told you Bailey was setting up an Officiant right now?” 

“Really?” You squeal turning to him. “What about the wedding we’re already planning? You know with our Mom’s, the planner, the dress designer?” 

“We’ll have that.” He nods. “But it’s taking too long to make you my actual wife. So what if we got married today, and again in a year when the wedding’s planned. We’ll know we’re already married, to everyone else they’ll celebrate our marriage, for us we’ll celebrate our anniversary?” He grins, looking at you.

“I think I’m in love with you, and that I’ll do anything you want.” 

“Anything?” He teases. 

“I mean a honeymoon has to happen right?” You tease back. 

“Oh Baby you don’t even know what you just asked for.”

**

You stare at yourself in the mirror and smile. Peter had taken you to pick out a simple dress for tonight, then to a jeweler to pick out his and your ring, and then dropped you off at home with a stylist team to glam you the fuck up. 

Bailey holds the door for you as you climb into the limo. Peter’s going full out tonight. Pulling out all the stops.

The drive to the venue is short, mainly because you’re heavy in your thoughts, but before you know it Bailey is opening the door for you and helping you out. 

You’re handed a bouquet of roses and sunflowers while ushered into the dim building. A few of the stylists fuss about a few strands of your hair, and fix your dress a bit. When they finally have perfected your look they scurry away.

Music starts and Bailey appears to open the double doors for you. “Ready?” He asks softly.

“More than ready.” You smile at Bailey.

“You make a beautiful Bride Mrs. Mendes, thank you for being in our lives.” With that Bailey opens the door and watches you walk down the aisle. 

Peter has booked out the most amazing venue, it’s empty, save for an arch in place behind Peter and the officiant. Raul and Shawn stand in the front row, both in nice slacks and a button up shirt. Raul’s in red, Shawn’s in yellow, matching your flowers. They both smile at you and watch you walk to Peter at the end of the aisle. 

Before you know it Peter is dipping you down to kiss you fiercely, you’re named Mrs. Mendes, officially, and suddenly the world is just right. You finally feel like you belong in this crazy place. 

“Congrats!” Shawn cheers, Raul whistling as Peter stands you back up, hand firmly gripping your ass. 

You giggle as you pull away, turning towards the boys. Peter kisses your cheek and is ready to whisk you off, but you laugh harder as you stare at Shawn and Raul.

“What are you laughing at Sis?” Raul asks. 

“You look like Ketchup and Mustard.” You lose it when they stare at each other and laugh too. Peter lets out a good belly laugh and shakes his head. 

“Let’s go, I’m ready to take my wife home, and kick these losers out.” He tugs you down the aisle. 

“Oh we can at least get the McDonalds boys dinner.” You giggle, cackling at the fact that your jokes are just gonna keep on rolling. 

“Wow, make her a Mendes and she suddenly feels like she can tease you.” Shawn says to Raul, nudging his elbow. 

Raul grins and rushes towards you and Peter, swooping you up over his shoulder, twirling in circles. “Oh Sis, what’s the matter? Feeling a little dizzy?”

“Raul stop!” You laugh, hitting his back repeatedly. 

“Raul.” Peter stands straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Put my wife down before something seriously happens to you.” 

“Ooh, scary.” Raul scoffs, setting you back on your heeled feet. You sway and reach for Peter as you try to regain your footing. 

Peter swings you up into his arms, holding you with one arm under your back and the other under your knees. 

“What is with you two and picking me up?” You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It’s customary for the groom to walk his wife over the threshold.” 

“We’re not home though.” You point out with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m practicing then.” He grins, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

“Okay, we don’t need to see you practice for the honeymoon.” Shawn gags. 

Peter rolls his eyes, looking to Bailey as you all step outside. “Bailey, take Mickey-” He points to Shawn, “And Dee-” He points to Raul, “Home so I can take my wife away from the greasy mess they are.” 

“Haha.” Shawn rolls his eyes. “Very funny dickhead.” Raul shakes his head. “You wanted us to match her flowers, we were good brothers and followed your orders. Should be thanking us.” 

Peter smiles, looking at his brother, setting you down and engulfing each in a huge hug. “I do thank you. Thanks for being the witnesses to the greatest achievement of my life.” 

Each brother wraps you up in a big hug, leaving you with your Husband. 

“Well Mrs. Mendes,” Peter holds your hand as he leads you to his Porsche. “What do you say about driving me to the beach house?”

“I get to drive?” 

“I told you if you were good you could.” He nods opening the drivers side for you.

“And if I want to be bad?” 

“Oh Baby you’ve got a whole mini honeymoon to be bad.” 

“Mini honeymoon?” 

He nods, leaning against the car. “Beach house this weekend, alone. Month in Bora Bora once you’re settled at work.” 

You raise your eyebrows, grinning at him. “So I have a lot of time to be bad.”

“Do your worst Mrs. Mendes.”

[dawnie1988]

Summary: So many thoughts can crop up when one is trying to make an important decision. For Birdie, it’s bringing up all the regrets she has in regards to the way she has chosen to live her life. Or, in which fear and complacency can be a slippery, downward slope.

Words: 4,656 

Pairings: Platonic Dean x OFC (not actually named after sir jensen’s pup, just a name i’ve always liked)

Tags: Angst, One Sided Pining, Pity Parties and More Taylor Swift Song References Than Would Have Been Deemed Necessary

A/N: This is my entry for Sabrina’s - @winchesterxfamilybusiness​ - Make Me Swoon 250 Followers Writing Challenge. I can say with much certainty there will be no swooning going on here though. My prompt was:  “If I knew it was going to hurt this much I wish I never laid eyes on him.”

Big, big thanks and love to the ever amazing @there-must-be-a-lock​ for taking the time to go over this and doing some big time beta work, not only saving any potential readers a nightmare load of grammar errors but also for the many helpful tips and suggestions along the way and helping to shape this into a more manageable and thought out piece. Seriously, this thing was nearly 10,000 words of nonsense before she started dusting her magic over it. You’re incredible, and I adore you 😘

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Athens, Ohio - 2011

- can i come by?

The text had come in about an hour ago, just as Birdie was ushering the last patron out for the night. She didn’t have the time - or the emotional strength - to deal with it at the moment, so she did what she did best: ignored it.

She took her time wiping down the counters and table tops, washing out all the glasses and drying them with care. She stacked all the chairs on top of the tables, took out the garbage and emptied out the cash tills, counting and recording that night’s take. She finished up her nightly routine by double checking that all doors and windows were locked and secured before turning off the lights and making her way up the old creaky staircase to her loft above the bar.

After allowing herself several moments in the shower to wash the day off, Birdie slid into some soft sweats and an old Mickey Mouse sleep shirt. She grabbed an apple to munch on, as well as the stack of papers. She needed to make a decision, and was quickly running out of time to do so. 

She settled into her favorite overstuffed chair by the window that overlooked the city, enjoying the peaceful quiet of the night, before skimming through the contract in her hands for what felt like the hundredth time.

A month ago, a lawyer had come into the place (Jacob something or another the Third) inquiring about buying the bar from her. He worked for some mid size fast food chain that was looking to expand. She had scoffed at the idea in the beginning, told him she wasn’t interested, but he was a persistent little weasel, that was for sure. He kept in touch and eventually got her to the stage of accepting the very contract she held in her hands to look over. 

It was a fair offer. In fact, it was more than fair, which had made her leery at first that she was getting screwed somewhere. But she had visited three separate lawyers, and after combing through it, they all agreed there were no secret loopholes, just a company who badly wanted a specific location and were willing to pay extra to get it.

Jacob what’s-his-name would eventually call back, giving her a whole speech about how he could appreciate what a tough decision this must all be for her, but that they would need an answer by the end of the month or else the company would officially be withdrawing their offer.

She had two days left and was nowhere closer to a final answer than she was when he first brought the proposition to her. Every time she felt like she was leaning one way, a new thought would crop up that would have her tilting the other way. On the one hand, this was a lot of money they were talking about. If she wasn’t responsible for this place any more, maybe she could finally take a chance on the little flower boutique she had silently dreamed about owning since she was a teenager. Every time she started thinking like that though, she would immediately start spiraling down the rabbit hole of how this bar was her home.

Except… was it really? Was it honestly her home, or just a place where she worked and lived? How much of it all was just the obligation she felt to her Uncle to keep the place going?

It was never meant to be a permanent thing. She had just graduated college with her MBA, the only thing she ever did in her life that she was truly proud of, the only thing that required hard work that she ever stuck through and completed. The courses were grueling, but she pushed through, mostly motivated by her father insisting she’d never last. Well, she had shown him. 

She refused to end up like him; it was what fueled her through it all. Her dad had gone bankrupt three times, every time he tried, and ultimately failed, at a new business venture. 

And not only did she complete the courses and graduate, but she ended up Valedictorian of her class at Ohio University.

She had been undecided on where she wanted to work afterwards, still riding the high of actually earning her degree and halfheartedly submitting résumés just for the hell of it and to get some feelers out. It was her Uncle Grant who stepped in to help out while she worked on getting a real game plan together.

He was the original owner of this bar, a decent sized roadside style place in the city. From the outside it wasn’t the kind of place that really grabbed your attention, but it always supported a large gathering of misfits. 

The deal was pretty simple in nature. He was sixty-one, with two bum knees from a nasty motorcycle accident five years prior. It should have killed him and almost did. It was getting increasingly harder for him to take care of the place, despite his little staff of two, and retirement was looking more and more like a better idea. But he was dead set against the idea of selling the place. So, he presented her with the prospect of taking over the majority of the office and business side of things.

“Put that fancy degree of yours to good use.”

That’s what he had said. And of course he would need her to pitch in with the more physical, daily tasks that came with running the place. For that, she could stay in the small loft above the bar. Plus he even supplied her with a small salary, just enough that she could take care of necessities. All under the table, of course. He was very against mixing family and taxes. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her by until she moved onto her next phase in life. 

It was a pretty sweet deal. What was not to like?

Except, her next phase of life never really came.

She found more and more things that she quite enjoyed about running the bar. The mundane practices were almost like a form of meditation for her: preparing things every morning to be ready to open by 4:00pm, and tedious office work. It lulled her into a sense of security, that one thing she always needed to have in her life in order to function like a real adult. Sure, her Uncle’s name was still on everything, but for all intents and purposes the place was hers. And when he died in 2007 from liver failure, it became hers entirely. She never knew he had a will, let alone that he intended to leave the place to her. 

It was now her name on the lease, and her responsibility to make every call and decision.

She never meant to stay forever, but she became seduced by the comfort of knowing what to expect. Year after year passed and it became easier to stay with the known than to venture out, to try something new just to fail, to crash and burn. Then she’d have to come crawling back to all the jeers about Miss Smarty Pants thinking she was too good to stay here.

Birdie took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before blowing it out slowly, trying to calm her racing mind. As her thoughts started wandering in circles again, so did her eyes as they landed on her phone she had tossed on the side table when she first came up.

- can i come by?

Such a simple sounding question. It should have an equally simple yes or no answer, but it wasn’t simple. Nothing about Dean Winchester — about her and Dean Winchester, to be precise — was simple. 

Their history began nearly ten years ago and all the dirty, dark secrets she had learned about him since only complicated things more.

She was still just getting her feet wet working for her Uncle when this boy came strutting into the place: young, oh so tall, with a pair of enchanting jade green eyes, a smile she was sure could charm the pants off of just about anybody, and a whole lot of arrogance. 

The cocksure attitude, like the world was his oyster, was enough to keep her from transforming into a drooling, giddy mess. She managed to ask him his order without making a fool of herself.

There was some minor chit chat while she fetched his first beer of the night. She had definitely never seen him around before so she hit him with her standard ‘coming or going? business or pleasure?’ questions. It would take years for her to peel back the many layers that made up one Dean Winchester and learn the true nature of his illustrious family business and what he actually did for a living.

They kept in touch through it all, good, bad, and the ugly, and he was her truest constant in life, after the bar of course. It was during his last visit, however, that things changed drastically and for the worse. At a time when he needed a friend the most, she had ruined it by putting him in jail for something he didn’t do. All because of her history of backing out.

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2010

Birdie was awoken in the middle of the night by the all too familiar rumble of the Impala. Groggily, she stumbled out of bed and over to the window to take a peek outside. She was already making her way downstairs when his first knock came, so much softer than usual. The moment she unlocked and opened the door and got her first good look at him, even bathed in the night’s shadows, she could see how utterly broken he looked, how close he was to cracking.

In that moment she just knew. He didn’t need to speak a single word.

They had finally won the war, on their own terms, but it had cost them dearly. It had cost him Sam and she didn’t know how, or if, he ever would be able to recover from it.

She grabbed his hand gently and pulled him in before relocking the door. As she turned back around she saw that he was still just standing there, at a loss. With a hand on his back, she guided him over to the bar where she fully enabled him to drink his sorrows down. Or try to numb them up some, at the very least. 

One of the very first things Birdie had ever learned about him was that he wasn’t the fondest of talking out his feelings, and it was always best not to push and just to let him open up on his own time. So she didn’t try to talk him through things, didn’t try to recite lovely sounding messages of time will heal and Sam was in a beautiful, peaceful place now, that he had single handedly raised the world’s greatest hero never known. She just continued to let him drink in peace and kept a hold of his hand. And when she reached the point that she could no longer refrain from hugging him, she allowed him to hold onto her like a lifeline, even when it felt like she could feel every bit of his broken heart in that crushing hold.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she whispered the soft apology several times, alternating between kissing his temple and running gentle fingers through his hair. His grip tightened every time the words passed her lips.

She eventually got him dragged up to her loft with her.He lay down while she settled in behind him, playing the role of big spoon, continuing to hold him as tightly as she could, as he ultimately gave in to his tears and anguish. He held her left hand tightly in his own over his heart and she placed her forehead between his shoulder blades, silently crying along with him.

As morning came around, when they finally decided their grumbling tummies needed to be attended to, he held her in place a moment longer, bringing their still joined hands up to his lips to breathe a kiss over her knuckles before releasing it.

It was a quiet affair, their usual eggs, bacon, toast and coffee combo being picked at and pushed around by both, forcing small bites down here and there. 

“So,” Birdie ventured out hesitantly. “What…what now?”

She gave a wince at how casual the words came out, but it went unnoticed by Dean as he was still staring intently at his plate.

After several moments of near suffocating silence for Birdie, he finally answered.

“Gonna head to Lisa’s.”

Birdie suddenly felt like time had frozen. 

“…Lisa?”

“Yeah, the one with the kid I told you about before. In Michigan.”

There was nothing but silence for a few moments. Dean finally looked up at Birdie to see the slack-jawed expression on her face.

His own face drew up in confusion. “What?”

She tried to get her mouth working, but her tongue felt so heavy now, trying to block the onslaught of words that wanted to come spilling out.

“I…” She paused to clear the forming lump at the back of her throat. “Why are you going there?”

Dean tilted his head slightly and cleared his throat before answering.“Sam.”

Birdie raised a questioning brow, urging him to elaborate, even though he was clearly uncomfortable. She wasn’t feeling very concerned about his comfort level at the moment.

“I…promised Sam that when all this was over, that I’d walk away, try to live a normal life for once.”

It was like the air had been physically pulled from her lungs.

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t that. It wasn’t spending such a painfully raw and intimate night together just for him to hit the road to another woman the moment he had a chance. But then, what did it matter? He wasn’t hers, she certainly wasn’t his, they had never had that sort of relationship or even discussed the possibility of one. She knew it wasn’t fair, to harbor any bad feelings or ill will towards him when she never once tried to divulge the deeper feelings and emotions she had developed towards him over the years. Why should he be blamed for something he never had any knowledge over?

“It ain’t like I got any place else to go.”

That one sentence snapped something inside of her that was long out of her control before she had time to try to reign it in.

“Here!” she all but shouted, slamming her hands down on the counter and actually causing him to flinch. “You idiot, you could have stayed here!”

He held his hands up, almost as if to placate the raging storm of emotions that seemed to be building within her. With his chin dipped down so he could capture her line of sight fully, he slowly asked the one question he was unaware would send everything into a full on tail spin.

“Why would I stay here?”

She threw her hands up in exasperation, “For me!” she let out in what could only be described as a cross between a grunt and a sob. She turned away from him when it all dawned on him and the realization hit. 

Years and years of feelings pushed aside and pining from afar, revealed in two simple words. She wiped angrily at her face when she felt the wet trails beginning to track down her face. “You would stay for me,” she concluded, not able to face him fully in her ultimate admittance.

The ensuing silence was near deafening, the loudest she had ever heard in her life.

Of all the ways for this to have come out in the open, why did it have to come out like this? Every beat of silence, every second that went by that wasn’t filled with the sound of his gravelly voice, was all the confirmation she needed: she had been right to stay silent all these years. 

And yet, there was still that glimmer of hope that had been buried down deep within her. The hope that one day this would happen unexpectedly, except in that version it would be like the movies. He would make some overly grand gesture of kissing her silly before informing her that he was just as crazy about her as she was about him, at which point they would laugh at how stupid they had been for wasting so much time, before vowing to make up for it every day for the rest of their lives together.

But this was no movie. It wasn’t a fairytale in disguise, she wasn’t the princess he would sweep off her feet and lead her up the stairwell, and she would be getting no happily ever after. There was no changing this ending.

“Bird, I…" 

She raised her eyes slightly, watching his reflection in the mirror behind the bar and admiring, even now, how beautiful he looked. The early morning shadows peeking through the covered windows were dancing across his face in a near mesmerizing fashion.

He looked utterly lost again. "I never knew…”

Birdie had to close her eyes against the sting of fresh tears building up, not able to stand the shame and self loathing she could already detect in his voice. He was putting this on himself. Classic Dean. He saw her hurting and instantly took ownership of it. She hated that. She hated that he was blaming himself for the mess she had caused. 

It was bad enough this was happening at all, but how selfish could she be for letting it play out now? After everything he had just lost, she was fulfilling her duty to him as a friend by pulling the rug out from under him, making him feel guilty for something that (by her own design) he knew nothing about? What kind of friend was that? She wasn’t worth any more grief than what he was already dealing with.

“You should go,” she mumbled.

He was running a hand over his face when her words halted his movements completely. "What?”

“You should go,” she sniffed, attempting to gather herself as she busied her hands, getting out the little bowls from under the counter that would later be filled with nuts and pretzels. “You’ve got a pretty decent drive ahead of you,” she continued, as she then stacked up their dirty plates. “If you leave now you should be there in time for dinner without even having to break the speed limit. Maybe you can even find a nice scenic route to help decompress…”

She had nearly made it to the kitchen when he cut off her path, taking the plates from her and placing them out of the way before laying his hands on her shoulders to keep her in place.

“No Birdie, we…we can talk, we should talk, and…”

This time she stopped him by placing a hand over one of his.

“No, Dean, really. You should go. It’s fine.” She did her best to keep her tone light, to smile as best as she could, even though it felt more and more like she was about to crumble. 

He grabbed her chin then, forcing her head up so she would have no choice but to actually look at him. She could see on his face that she was nowhere close to coming off as ‘ok’ and she scolded herself for it, wishing she could be as good as he was when it came to turning off the emotional switch. She looked him in the eye, shrugging it all off with an air of 'what can you do?’.

“It’s fine. Go. Go do something for yourself for once. Take a break big guy, you earned it.” He still looked torn, like he wanted to stay and fix things, or like he felt like he should stay. She gave him a wobbly smile. “Please.”

She gave an internal sigh of relief when she saw the resignation finally color his features. He didn’t try to say anything else; they both knew it was a moot point. Instead he pulled her in close, in one of his patented bear hugs that she always cherished so much. They were always like a cocoon of warmth and safety and everything good. Birdie could physically feel him trying to transfer all of his own feelings through that one hug. To let her know how much he truly loved and cared for her, even if it may not have been in the same vein as her.

When he eventually pulled away, he left a lingering kiss on her forehead before backing away and slowly making his way to the door.

Birdie’s mind whirled the whole time.

Don’t go. Stay with me. Pick me. Turn around.

The closer he got to the door the heavier her chest felt. Could she really just let him leave like this? Why couldn’t she ask him to choose her now? Why couldn’t she ask him to try to make things work with her? Why shouldn’t she?

This is a mistake. Don’t let him go. Don’t let him leave like this.

Just as his hand was on the doorknob, her voice broke out to stop him.

“Dean.”

He turned around, waiting to hear what she had to say. And the words were right there on the tip of her tongue, ready to be let free, when suddenly she thought of Sam. That’s why Dean was doing this, to fulfil some sort of dying wish to his baby brother, and that’s what stopped her. Who was she to try to infringe on something like that?

No one. She was no one.

“…drive safe.”

Something unclear settled in his eyes. He dropped his head momentarily before throwing her a weak smile and walking out the door.

The sound of the Impala’s engine starting and fading away would haunt her for a long time to come.

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That had been roughly a year ago. A long, lonely year filled with the occasional call to catch up. Her unintended declaration may not have ruined their friendship, but it certainly changed it. Now here she was, mind bouncing back and forth between the documents in her lap and the phone in her hands, trying to decide what to do. 

But she already knew what she was going to do. There was a part of her, subconsciously, that knew from the very beginning what she would do in regards to both situations. 

She would fold. She always did. 

She always put the bar first and she always put off taking a chance in any aspect of her life. She was a creature of habit. It was simply easier to go the path of least resistance, because the idea of failing or losing something was far too terrifying. She’d rather sleepwalk her way through a life that was comfortable enough than risk not having the security of a roof over her head. She wasn’t brave enough to really take a chance in any area of her life. 

It didn’t make the regret and longing hurt any less, though. 

The worst part of it was that it wasn’t even that hard of a fix. It wasn’t as if she was in her twilight years, too old to start over… not even close. It just always came back to the fact that she was too much of a chickenshit. 

Her parents’ mistakes and failures had ingrained a fear of uncertainty within her, as if it was printed in her very DNA. She knew that was why she clung so desperately to the guaranteed security of Dean’s friendship and why she always bailed at the last minute when it came to taking a chance on her own dreams. She needed that safety net of a sure thing after watching her mom and dad fall without one so many times. 

Plus there was the obligation side of things. That was something Dean had always understood. Even when he would try to encourage her to do something that would truly make her happy, he still empathized with the idea of feeling like you had to stick with and honor your family. They were peas in a pod in that sense. Her uncle had generously given her this place, all so she would be set in life and so he could keep his beloved bar in the family. Wouldn’t it be ungrateful of her to sell it off now herself? To her, it felt like a slap in the face. One she didn’t have the heart to make.

She glanced around her little loft, eyes falling on the corkboard that was filled with postcards Dean had sent her from every city and town he visited. They were all the standard ‘Greetings From..’ type that you could pick up at any local gas station. She tried to imagine not being there and she couldn’t. She couldn’t imagine not hearing that creaky sound of the old stairs as she walked up and down them each day. She couldn’t imagine not being able to observe the vast amount of colorful characters she met while working. It may not have been the life she wanted or would have chosen, but it wasn’t a bad one by any means.

As her uncle would always say, why fix what isn’t broken? 

But maybe it wasn’t about fixing things, maybe it was about enhancing them. Once more her thoughts drifted to Dean. She’d bet he was still up. She wondered if he ever did this: perched himself in a chair somewhere by a window where he could look out over the night sky, thinking about her in some way like she always seemed to be doing. 

Maybe she shouldn’t answer this time. Maybe it was time to give up the ruse of being fine with the way things were. She’d come close once, a drunken night with her mom that loosened her lips just a little too much.

“If I knew it was going to hurt this much I wish I never laid eyes on him.”

That’s what she had said, but as much as Birdie wished it was the case, it simply wasn’t true. She didn’t understand it, how compelling he could be. How his smile could light up your world for a while, how he could make you feel like you were the most important thing when he gave you his undivided attention. How she could tell him absolutely anything, regardless of how silly or stupid she felt about it, and he would still make her feel like the old cardigan that nobody else wanted but that he still appreciated. Or how his very existence made her feel whole, somehow, even if it wasn’t in the way she truly desired. She didn’t understand it, but she knew she needed it as much as she needed this bar.

The sudden beep of a new message alert brought her back to the real world. She lifted her phone again to look at the screen.

- Bird, please

He rarely called her Bird. 

She had learned over the years it was like a safe word of sorts for him. If he called her Bird, it was his way of sending out the S.O.S and asking for help. It meant he really needed her. And wasn’t that what friends were for? Wasn’t that what she had been telling him for ten years now? If he ever needed anything, just call.

This was him calling.

Birdie rose from her chair and headed to her dining area, tossing the contract in the garbage bin before typing out a quick message.

- i’ll leave the light on for ya

[joontier]

“One-Love”| CH. 2 - The Newcomer

–> Summary: Love translates to zero in the tennis scoring system – the only thing keeping the scoreless player on the court is his love for the game.

–> Pairings: jung hoseok x female reader; kim seokjin x female reader

–> Rating: NC17

–> Genre/warnings: tennis player hoseok! au; tennis player seokjin! au; crazy rich asians inspired! au; fluff, humor (as usual), eventual smut; more warnings as the story progresses

–> Words: 2.4k

–> A/N: Words that are both in bold and italics are spoken in Korean

“One-Love” Masterlist

Chapter 2: The Newcomer

“Jung Hoseok!”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he runs past you, letting out an evil cackle. “That’s right! Run away before I catch up Jung!”

“Ah your Korean is improving! I wish your legs would too!”

Tennis lessons with Hoseok are on a daily basis now: mornings with him during Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and you spend afternoons with him during the remaining days. Although Hoseok won’t be able to beat you in a game anytime soon, the boy is continuously working on his ground shots and is making daily progress.

Hoseok’s regular training has not only drastically improved his skills but also your father’s tennis clinic. For some reason, your cheeky stranger-turned-friend had convinced at least twenty more people to play tennis, both students and parents alike. Soon enough, your dad’s tennis clinic was flourishing. All six courts at Thames were fully-booked during mornings and afternoons.

When Hoseok initially expressed his intention to train daily, it had worried your father because he knew daily practice could easily burn Hoseok out and eventually stop playing altogether and for Hoseok was not worth the risk, especially for someone like him who has shown so much potential in such a short period of time.

Hoseok was relentless nevertheless, constantly convincing your father to have his trainings scheduled on a daily basis. As much as your father enjoys teaching the sport he loves the most, he always prioritizes his students’ well-being before anything else.

When you had asked Hoseok about it, he was undecided if he had plans of going professional. All he knew was that he wanted to take his training seriously, wherever it may take him in the future. He had the markings of a true athlete – passionate and determined, but in this discipline, you can only get so far without support (and later on, sponsors).

Your father then advised Hoseok to voice this concern to his parents to help him decide. The boy came to practice one afternoon, his mother trailing behind him and both clad in a matching all-white ensemble just like when you first saw Hoseok. Mrs. Jung, unsurprisingly just as bright as her son, was smiling the whole way though. “Well, Hobi talks so much about it that I wanted to try it for myself too,” she jokes as Hoseok shows her around and introduces her to the rest of the group.

Hoseok leaves his mother with your dad for the meanwhile while he gets his warm-ups done. She tells him on, telling stories of how her son would come home all sticky from practice, sharing what he had done both at school and during training. “Truth is…” she starts, watching her son jog laps around the court, “…I’ve never seen my son so happy before. He’s even doing better in school nowadays! I know he’s already smart but he’s definitely different now…”

“Your son is very smart, Mrs. Jung,” you can’t help but attest her statement. It’s the truth anyways and you’re going to support you friend all the way.

“Ah you must be ________!” Mrs. Jung extends her arm out and you return the gesture. “Oh you’re too sweet. No wonder Hobi lik—”

“Mom!” Hoseok cuts in quickly, chuckling nervously. “Sorry, she gets carried away all the time.” He pulls her away from where you and your dad were standing, muttering about learning basic stretching routines and spreading rumors as he drags her away.

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“Seokjin Kim,” Nadia mutters from where she’s seated from the bleachers, only a meter away from where you’re standing in the court. With one hand holding up the cookie she’s munching on, the other sweeps away the crumbs that fall on the glossy pages of her book.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Seokjin Kim!” Her voice gets louder, catching the attention of a few students who were passing by. She points with a chocolate chip-stained finger to the boy who’s drawing attention to himself with his unforeseen talent.

“Seokjin Kim – one year ahead, owns two penthouses at Narra Residences aka just the most expensive residential building in this country? Shipping magnate? Kim Logistics? DM Forwarding Services? Surely, you’ve heard one of those names…” You don’t answer, not following where she’s this conversation was heading. “…right?” She purses her lips at you, ‘tsk’-ing at your lack of knowledge on these ‘basic’ things.  Honestly, you haven’t been paying much attention to what she’s telling you for the past minute, but who could possibly have?

His broad shoulders alone are enough to demand attention. You honestly would have mistaken him for a swimmer than a tennis player with the sheer broadness of it. The boy unbelievably has sharp features too for someone who is allegedly around your age. Strong brows, cat-like eyes, and those lips, god! You don’t even want to start on those plump lips, how wonderful it must feel to touch them with the pads of your fingers, how soft they must be against your slightly calloused fingers. As if on cue, the stranger lets his tongue poke out a little to moisten those glorious lips that it takes such a great effort from you not to gasp.

Nearly inhuman face aside, you are at awe at how he hits the ball with such power. Almost all his shots land near the baseline. For once you see Agus, one of the lead instructors, return them with slight struggle. For now, tennis at Thames was viewed as more of additional fitness regime for students and parents alike. Thames wasn’t known for homing aspiring tennis players, though that was ought to change when your dad came to the school. That’s why when Seokjin readies himself for a serve, you see Agus move a few steps behind the baseline, feet shuffling – one thing latter the only does when he’s nervous.

Admittedly, there was still obviously plenty to work on – Seokjin’s forehand is comparatively weak, his slices only land with pure luck but this new kid’s backhand and serves are fatal. He makes up the lack of spin with his strength, which is by the way, evidenced by the expanse of skin afforded by his sleeveless dry-fit top where his toned arms are on full display.

Surely this boy couldn’t possibly be a year older than you as mentioned by Nadia? With a face and body like that?  

“Well honey, let me fill you in on the basics. Seokjin Kim, one of two heirs of shipping magnate Hyungjin Kim. Nearing a century in the industry, Kim Logistics is one of the leading multinational logistics company, supporting global trade in over a hundred countries and servicing the world through eighty thousand employees. Kim Logistics has monopolized the shipping industry particularly in Asia where the shortened name ‘KimLo’ has been declared a household name for forwarding services.”

You let out a puff of air, breathless even though Nadia did all the speaking. How she learned all this information was beyond you. “On top of that, his dad is included in Forbes Korea’s Top 20.”

“Who are you talking about?” The same question is heard for the second time today, this time by Hoseok who sets his tennis bag down beside a sighing Nadia. “Do y’all even know a single soul in this campus?”

“Nope. Sorry who are you again?”

“Hey! I just got here!”  

As Hoseok rummages through his bag for his shoes, you tell him about the newcomer, Nadia reluctantly filling in the details you couldn’t remember. Just like you, Hoseok doesn’t really pay attention to what this Seokjin dude has to offer, how much his family was worth, or what damned list his father is on. He watches you watch the newcomer with such fascination, wondering if you find him attractive or you were just curious. Undoubtedly, Seokjin Kim was truly a sight to behold, that he can admit to himself but will never say out loud, not when there’s going to be another guy who could possibly steal all your attention.

You don’t even notice that he’s gotten braces.

If it wasn’t obvious enough, Hoseok has been harboring quite the crush on you. His mother knows, his best friend Namjoon knows, Jimin knows (for some reason, the now eight-year-president has the sense for these things), twins Jason and Jake from tennis know, heck, even Mickey, the family dog, probably knows he likes you! Obviously like the coward that he is, there is absolutely no way he’s going to confess his feelings, not when you’re already great friends. He’s already decided that your friendship is worth more than a romantic one.

Soon enough, your father calls you both to the court for practice. You both bid Nadia goodbye, who decides it’s time for to her to go home and finish some school work. Your dad waves, gesturing for you to come over where he is, now standing beside Seokjin. Hoseok’s heart clenches when you greet the new guy, jealousy adding to the pain brought about by the new installments on his teeth. Nevertheless, he follows suit, flashing Seokjin a smile. When you finally notice his braces, you give him a flick on his forearm, gesturing to the brackets on his teeth. Hoseok’s stance straightens at this, chest puffing out lightly before you both head off to do your warm-ups.

After your warm-ups with him, Hoseok barely got to talk to you during practice.

Your father has made you do a practice set with the newcomer. You win the grueling match with a tight score of 7-5, a set that lasted for an hour and has every one on the courts on edge. The afternoon training sessions had already ended halfway through your match and nearly all of the trainees present became spectators. Although Seokjin had won the first two games, you had managed to catch up, nerves wearing out. Seokjin was strong and agile but you outsmarted him, returning his shots to his forehand and tiring him out by making him run all over.

You were… for lack of a more appropriate word, exhausted. Every fiber of your muscle was on fire, you were sweating more than you did in a sauna, and you were gasping for breath after every game. At four all, you had completely lost track of scoring, fully depending on the umpire. Truthfully, you were doubtful that you could score a game against Seokjin, let alone beat him.

You had lost hope the moment your father told you to play a set with the Seokjin.  

You knew this set wasn’t only to see how Seokjin plays – his strengths and weaknesses but this match was also a critical point at your father’s reputation. There were plenty of people watching, more from those who were on their way home from their afternoon activities. If you would win, your father’s credibility could be strengthened, despite having just half of the strength Seokjin possesses. You didn’t even want to think about the consequences of losing.

Hoseok could see right through the façade you were putting up during the first games – you were anxious. You talked less, you barely smiled and if you did, it looked forced. The rest of the spectators looked just as intense as you and Seokjin: muted, save the resonating sound of the fuzzy ball hitting against the strings of the racket. Hoseok rummages through his bag and takes out his two iPads and clicks on the Notes applications. The umpire calls for a water break, the perfect opportunity. He holds both gadgets on his hands whooping and cheering for you.

‘If it were easy I would do it!’ ‘I stayed up all night doing this sign.’

Your cheeks are on fire, hiding your face with a towel from the embarrassment. The onlookers join in instantly, cheering under Hoseok’s lead. Your dad and Seokjin even laughs when Hoseok doesn’t leave Seokjin out, cheering him on as well. Hoseok smiles when he sees the same slowly etch into your anxious features. He’s supposed to leave now, his training over and all, but he decides to stay despite the missed call and text messages he’s been receiving from his driver and his mom. Before you both knew it, the set ends and some of the spectators go nearer and congratulate you.

Hoseok deems this as his time to take leave, handing his bags to his driver Adit. He takes another look at you who’s attending to all those who have come to you and Seokjin to commend the match. When the small crowd clears away, you’re left with just Seokjin. You have been looking for Hoseok when the match as you owe him a great deal of thanks. Your eyes drift left to right searching for the boy with the gleaming smile. That’s odd, since Hoseok never leaves without saying goodbye.

When Seokjin calls your name, your searching is momentarily stopped. “Hey, great game earlier.” You realize that the two of you have never talked when the match ended, so you shake his hand with an apologetic smile. “You gave me a hard time back there.” He laughs at this, muttering something about trying at the very least.

“I guess we’ll be seeing each other more often then?”

“Ye-oh!” You’re caught mid-sentence when you accidentally step on a stray ball. You feel your knee giving in but a pair of strong arms catch you. One hand initially lands on your breast but your savior immediately adjusts it down to your waist to help you get up.

Holy fuck!

You’re rendered speechless at what just transpired, shuffling your feet so you turn face to face with Seokjin. “I-I uhh…” You have lost absolutely all coherence and that carnal feeling that shoots through your core. You never had experience with a boy before, let alone have one grope you. Good god. You were royally fucked. It doesn’t help that Seokjin is also staring at you, eyes a lighter brown with the sunlight in his eyes. You gulp as your eyes travel to his neck…were men’s necks always this…delectable? He seems even hotter now that he’s drenched in sweat. ‘No!’ shouts the little voice at the back of your head, screaming at you for the past ten seconds, scolding at you for not getting ahold of yourself.

Your father coughs, breaking the tension-filled air instantaneously. He bids goodbye as he hands you your tennis bag. Your father doesn’t linger any longer, yet you know he’s expecting you to follow at once. Settling with a curt wave towards Seokjin, you jog after your dad who’s walking farther away.

[khoicesbyk]

The Nanny Affair

Chapter 12.) The Gala. Part 1.

Author’s Note: This little fanfic rewrite of chapter 12 was a challenge thrown down by a skilled writer/sister friend. And I accepted! (Contains MAJOR Spoilers! If you don’t like to be spoiled or haven’t read the chapter; do NOT continue!) (All Characters and some of the dialogues are property of Pixelberry. This is just a fun little fanfic rewrite of chapter 12.). One more thing: this was written entirely on my iPhone.

***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains sexual content, nudity and strong language.

***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.

***Characters: Sam Dalton (LI), Krystal Parker (MC), Mason, Mickey and Carter and Mr. and Mrs. Dalton (Side Characters).

Current Word Count: 2,012 words.

“Will you be my date for the gala?”, That was the bombshell question; Sam just asked (or should I: that he dropped on) Krystal.

“What happened to Sofia?”, she answered.

“She can’t make it. She came down with a bad case of food poisoning.”, he replied.

“Ohhh…pity!”, she thought to herself.

“Oh! Well still; I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to take her place.”, she told him. “Don’t you think we’d be tempting fate? Or at least each other?”, she asked.

Sam roaming eyes sent quiet chills up and down her spine.

“Ohh yes! We definitely will but; when it comes to you; I can’t seem to help myself. Besides you going with me was Sofia’s idea anyway.”, he told her.

“HER idea?! Did the food poisoning go to her head?!”, she thought to herself.

“She wants me to go with you to this charity gala?”, she asked him.

“Yes actually. She said you’d know what to do; since you helped her prepare for tonight.”, he told her.

“Gee! I didn’t know nearly being tortured to death; was considered helping someone prepare!”, she thought to herself.

“Wait a minute! What about the boys? We can’t just leave them here!”, she asked.

“Carter said he’d watch them; while we’re gone.”, he replied.

“Remind me to give Carter part of my check!”, she thought to herself.

“Okay but—”, she began to say before he interrupts. “Krystal…all you have to do is just say yes.” He replied.

She knew then that she was defeated.

“Okay! Okay! Fine! You win! Yes I’ll go with you to this fancy gala!”, she said.

“See? Now was that so hard?”, he asked.

“No! But! There’s still one not so tiny problem.”, she said.

“What now?”, he asked.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever seen my closet but; I don’t have anything to wear! And since this is essentially a black tie event; I’m assuming that; I have to at least look the part. And nothing that I actually do have is black tie!”, she said.

“Krystal…I know that you don’t. That’s why I called in a favor.”, he said before producing a garment bag and a shoe box.

“It’s a garment bag and a shoe box.”, she says in a deadpan voice.

“Just take them. I’ll be outside when you’re ready.”, he replied.

He closes her door to give privacy while she changes into her new attire.

“Well ain’t this just great! Congratulations girl! You’ve done it again!”, she muttered to herself.

She opens the garment bag and her jaw immediately hits the floor. Inside, was a beautiful, glittery, golden gown Dolce & Gabana original; with a matching black and gold clutch. This backless gown is sleeveless on the right side; and the left was a bell sleeve; with a deep V in the front and a long slit up the right side. Inside the shoe box were a pair of black and gold Prada heels.

“Holy mother of God! Y’know maybe going to this gala with him; might not be such a bad idea after all. Especially when I get to wear all of this!”, she said to herself.

After changing into her new gown and shoes; Sam sticks his head to see what her progress was.

“Well…you ready?”, he asked.

“I don’t know. You tell me.”, she says before giving a small twirl in her gown.

“Damn! You look stunning!”, he says approvingly.

“Then; I guess I’m ready.”, she replied.

When walk into the great room they’re greeted by Carter and the twins.

“Woooooow! You look great Krystal!”, Mason says to her.

“Yeah! Like a movie star or something!”, Mickey says as well.

“Awwww! Thanks you two! And thank you Carter! I owe you big time!”, she says.

“Think nothing of it! You’ve had these two almost all week. You deserve a break.”, he replied with a warm smile.

“Have fun! And ohhh one more thing! As she who paid for the pizza that you two minions are about to munch on; there better be at least one slice left when I get back. Got it?”, she warned them.

“Yup!”, the twins reply before running up to hug her. She hugged them back as carefully as she could given; how low the V in the front of her gown goes.

“You two give the best hugs ever!”, she tells the boys.

“Limo’s here. Time to go.”, Sam says as he guides her to the main door. During the limo ride; she put on a burgundy lipstick that popped with her dress.

“That lipstick goes great with your dress.”, he tells her.

“Thank you. I gotta keep up with you, somehow.”, she replied with a wink.

After dodging the mob of press cameras and microphones; they make their way into the Walter E. Washington Convention Center; which main space has been transformed into an opulent ballroom. When they enter; Krystal is wowed by all the top notch decor. Sam leads her to the table where his parents are already seated.

“Ohhh Krystal dear! What a pleasure and a surprise it is to see you! And oh how I love that gown!”, Mrs. Dalton says to her.

“Thank you Mrs. Dalton. Good evening Mr. Dalton”, she replies.

“Well hello there Krystal. It’s nice of you to join us.”, he replies. “Where’s Sofia, son?”, he says as he looks to Sam.

“Food poisoning dad. She couldn’t make it. So I asked Krystal if she would take her place.”, he says to his dad.

“Are we expecting more guests? Where is Robin?”, Krystal asks while looking at the last empty seat at their table.

“Yes we are. Unfortunately Robin couldn’t make it either. He said it was something worked related so; Mason’s former secretary will be joining us tonight.”, Mrs. Dalton replies. “Now dear; tell me about this gown! And don’t you leave out the details!”, she says to Krystal.

As Krystal pulls Sam aside; she says to him, “apparently I owe you an apology. I thought you were kidding about this empty seat thing.”

“Nope. When you buy a table at a function like this; it’s almost required that you fill that table with as many people as possible”, he responds before his eyes trail off towards a man standing on the opposite side of the room.

Krystal instantly knows the man that Sam is looking at.

“I know him! That’s Miles Houston!”, she whispers to him.

Sam looks at her a bit puzzled and asks in a whisper, “and just how do you know who Miles Houston is?”

“Ohhh! From Sofia’s flashcards about him.”, she replied.

“From Sofia’s what?”, he asks.

“Oh dear God! Don’t make me relive the nightmare!”, she thinks to herself.

“Her flashcards. She had me use them; to quiz her on every single guest that would be attending tonight.”, she responds.

“So that’s what she meant by you’d be prepared.”, he says.

“I highly doubt that”, she mutters under her breath.

“So…why are we staring at Mr. Houston again?”, she whispers to him.

“I’ve been trying to get him to work with us on the Nightingale Project; but he’s notoriously stubborn when it comes working with companies like ours.”, he answered.

Thinking back to everything she learned about him (whether she wanted to or not); Krystal tells Sam, “well let’s you and I change that!”

“What are you up to?”, he asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Nothing! Outside of the fact that you are about to score Miles Houston; with my help!”, she responds.

Sam’s grin couldn’t be wider. After walking over to Miles; it doesn’t take the pair long; to convince him to work with Dalton Enterprises on the Nightingale Project.

After watching him walk away satisfied; Krystal turns to Sam and says, “Score one for you boss man!”

“You mean score one for you! That was incredible Krystal! You literally just got one of the biggest names in the tech industry to work with the company!”, he says to her.

“I just did what I could.”, she says with a shrug and a smile.

After defusing a tense stand-off between Mason Sr. And Selene d’Torte; the rest of the night is filled with helping Sam create more business connections for Dalton Enterprises, eating great food, learning hilariously embarrassing childhood stories of Sam and of course: lots of dancing.

Feeling like she needed a breather; Krystal finds her way to the open bar and orders a Whiskey double. Not so long after; she’s joined by Sam; who orders the same thing.

“You were incredible tonight, you know that right?”, Sam says to her.

“I didn’t do much Sam. It was all you. Once you went into business mode; that’s all it took. I was just white noise.”, she replied.

“Well thank you nonetheless. You literally saved my ass tonight.”, he says to her.

“You would’ve done fine on your own. You didn’t really need me.”, she says to him.

“I always need you Krystal. You know that. “, he says to her. It causes the heat in her cheeks to rise.

“If you say so.”, she says trying to hide the blush on her face.

“I do say so, thank you! But in all seriousness; I owe you big Krystal. I don’t think I would’ve made all the connections I made tonight; if it were Sofia was by my side and not you.”, he says to her.

“She would’ve gotten them for you.”, she says trying play it off.

“True, she would’ve. But it wouldn’t have as effective or successful as you were tonight. You literally shined tonight!”, he replies.

“Sure that’s not the alcohol talking?”, she asks him.

“Look at me Krystal.”, he says to her, “does it look like it’s the alcohol talking?”

She looks at him and replies, “Okay. So it’s not the alcohol talking. It’s just you.”

“Exactly. And right now; I’m feeling extremely selfish.”, he says to her.

“What does that mean?”, she asked.

“That means that I want you all alone and all to myself. I want to touch you, I’m dying to touch you in every place possible. And God knows that; I want to taste you. And since I want you all to myself; I booked a room at the hotel next door.”, he answered.

“Are you trying to get us both killed? You do realize that; someone could see us walking through the hotel lobby together, right?”, she asks him.

“You do realize that at this very moment; I know that and don’t care, right?”, he responds.

She was shocked. At that moment; she was also stuck between her brain and her body. Her brain was screaming at her; to tell him no then go home to the boys and Carter. Her brain was also screaming that if she went any further with Sam; the consequences would much worse for her than they would be for him. And her body was screaming to tell him yes; so she could feel him touch her all over. So he could taste her very center and make her scream. And her body was especially telling her: you only live once!

“So, you coming?”, he asks her.

And just when her brain thought she’d won; Krystal sides with her body.

“Yes! Let’s get out of here!”, she says just she finishes her drink.

I hope you enjoyed Part 1!

Stay tuned for Part 2!

😘

@txemrn @choicesficwriterscreations

K.

[malereader-inserts]

In the Secrets of You

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Archie Andrews x Male!Reader Summary: A look into the life of Archie Andrews, his soft side that no one but you get to witness. Word Count: 1,448 Request: “Could I ask for perhaps some Archie fluff, please? I read your More Than Exes fic and fell in love with it and Archie lol. Your writing is fantastic btw I love this blog for existing.” Warning: lol non, but this is a bunch of nonsense that I thought was cute and a look of a normal relationship - kinda has no plot of it?? A/n: IDK, what’s wrong with me - want to do request but then I want to write for game of thrones (because i’m back on my bullshit) but then again I feel like I can’t do some characters justice and I should focus on the characters I have

Archie stares at his best friend with wide eyes, there was a stupid grin on his face as he leans his chin against the palm of his hand. He watches your lips move, unable to hear your words as he was stuck in his own little world. Betty and Veronica share a look before fully turning their attention to you.

“(Y/n), do you realise that Archie isn’t listening to you at all?” Veronica asked, her hand waving about with a half drank coffee, “Almost like he’s smitten with you.”

“Archie doesn’t swing that way, guys,” You sighed, desperately wanting to look over to your right and stare at Archie, but you held great self-restraint.

You could chuckle to yourself, you didn’t know how long you and Archie can keep up with the act of being just best friends, friends who have grown up together since they were five. But, you and Archie have been in love for quite some time now.

Archie thought he was just attracted to the girls, he’s kissed almost all of the girls after that summer he got hot. But, when you came greeting him on the first day of school, his heart skipped a beat, like a whole shift had occurred and he had no idea what his mind was thinking.

Love isn’t meant to be complicated. It’s the little things that make you fall in love with someone. Archie had done so many things to get unholy thoughts of you and him out of his head. He tried to distract himself from you by kissing girls, dating Veronica, Valerie, and such. 

Nevertheless, he finally gave in to his emotions, he wanted to be yours. The best friend he grew up with. Archie seemed to be happier, more stable, more normal. You were his rock, his voice of reason, the person he can hold to and tell his troubles to.

But, it was also the way you complimented him on his smile that makes him smile even brighter, it was the way you called his name in the hallway that gave him butterflies. It’s the chills you give him when your lips finally touched him for the first time. 

You pulled Archie along, rolling your eyes as you see Archie flush almost as red as his hair. You chuckle as you watched the red hair boy, grinning down at you. 

“You’re an idiot, Arch,” You mumbled. “Thought you didn’t want us to be public.”

“It’s impossible to not get a smile on my lips when I see your beautiful face in front of me.” Archie complimented, making you flush with embarrassment, “I like us being a secret because-”

“It feels more real, no expectations of others, no prying eyes, no nothing. Just us and that’s all.” You finished off, you agreed with him that you like keeping moments to yourself, but sometimes, you just want to look so loved up in public.

You want to stroll down the school hallway with a grin on your face as you swing back and forth your interlocked hands. You want to kiss him near his lockers, a glare off any cheerleaders who think they can steal Archie away from you. You want to hug him, hold him tight as if the world was burning and not be looked weirdly.

“I’ll see you at mine, later?” Archie asked, walking by your side to his next lesson.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, wild cat.” 

“Miss me, Isak?” You asked, waltzing into his room after greeting his dad.

“Is this one of your tv show reference?” Archie asked, closing the door behind you and softly kissing your lips, “I don’t get it.”

“Skam, Isak and Even?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow, “What about Mickey and Ian from Shameless?”

Archie looked at you blankly, “You’re talking nonsense.”

“Gives me the perfect excuse to binge watch my favourite shows, with my favourite couples while cuddling with my handsome boyfriend.” You patted him against the chest as you throw off your hoodie and shoes.

Climbing into his warm bed, Archie chuckles. Grabbing his laptop, knowing this was the best time to be curled up to each other and watch some shows while munching on some snacks. As you unlock his laptop, he goes down the stairs to grab whatever he can get.

Fred was in the kitchen, he was reading a book. He looks up and beams at his son, his fingers tapping against the kitchen island before grabbing his mug of coffee and taking a careful sip. Fred blinks and smiles thinking how Archie was so oblivious.

“Hey, Arch, just want to know that I like (Y/n).”

“I hope so dad, we’ve known him for almost thirteen years,” Archie commented as he gets soda pop out of the fridge.

“I mean, I like (Y/n), I think he’s a rather dashing man for you.” Fred announced, then casually sipping his coffee when his son snapped his neck to look at him, “Don’t act so surprised, son.”

“How?”

“Please, the way you look at him gave it away,” Fred waves him off, Archie’s shoulders relax when he sees his dad smile.

“I think I got lucky, dad,” Archie was grinning now, ready to spill everything to his dad. Almost like a girl gossiping with her friends, but with Archie it was different.

His eyes held some just pride and joy, his hands were shaking but it was because he was excited to talk about you. His tone was lightly higher but very much more excitable, Fred could tell that Archie could talk for hours about you and there would be no way in heaven you could stop a boy who is in love from talking about their significant other.

“Look at the way you smile!” Fred teased, pinching the cheek of him, “Go, talk to me later about it. Go enjoy the rest of your Friday with (Y/n).”

Archie nods, Fred was sure his boy gave himself a whiplash but questions it no further when the red hair boy grabs all snacks in his arms and climbs his way into his room. Dumping everything on the bed, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Move over,” Archie nudged you as you shuffle closer to the wall. He slips in with you as you and him open various sweets and crisp packets.

Archie settles himself next to you, his head against the edge of your shoulder as you tapped the space bar, the intro of your favourite show plays. As he gets comfortable in the presence of you, his mind drifts away from the show and onto you.

Archie couldn’t wait to wake up to you and have those lazy mornings. When he wakes up and you are beside him, sleeping peacefully. The mornings where you and he don’t need to rush for school, allowing the bed to pull you two back in as you pull each other closer. The mornings where no matter what the weather we’re smiling together. The mornings of pancakes and bacon, dancing around the kitchen with music playing in the background. He looks forward to the sweet and simple moments spent with you by his side.

Archie snuggles closer into your neck, your arm wrapped around his shoulders protectively as you eat a twizzler. He takes in your scent, new books and cookies - chocolate chip ones. 

It was moments like this, you liked being a secret couple. You didn’t have people blasting your phones with wanting updates with your relationship with Archie Andrews. Moments like this, you were happy to be in the comfort of him, to be softer and relaxed around him. Both of you letting down your walls for a few hours together.

Your mind was ripped back into reality when a soft snore had escaped from your boyfriend. You giggled a little rolling your eyes that your boyfriend had barely passed twenty minutes of your favourite show. You push back the laptop to face you, you can continue to rewatch and eat - Archie needed his rest, you figured as much as he comes home looking grumpy after football practise.

Fred Andrews enters the room, half an hour later - he thought the room was awfully too quiet for his liking. Though he grins to himself when he finds two boys wrapped around each other, softly snoring - exhausted.

Fred shakes his head as he switches the laptop off and moves all the snacks from the bed. It was almost as if you sensed it was clear to move closer to Archie, so you did. Fred chuckles as he brings the covers closer to you and Archie, happy that his boy was happier than ever.

[omgxiaoch]

A Date, it is!

pairing: chan / dino x [y/n] (ft. the other members)

genre: fluff? hehehe idk

word count: 2496

a/n: my very first seventeen request! :D i hope you like this @colleenthebean52301 and thank you so much for requesting! i apologze for any grammatical errors ;u;

masterlist

Birds were happily chirping but the sound of thirteen voices boomed throughout the whole building. The room was pretty chaotic - clothes were tossed around, bread crumbs was almost everywhere and the sight of thirteen men scrambling throughout the rooms of their dorm was really a sight to see for someone like you.

“Guys, have you seen [y/n]?!”

“NO... OH MY GOOOOOOD [Y/N]! ARE YOU UNDER HERE?!”

“Seungkwan, why would [y/n] be under the pile of our stinky laundry?”

“Well, I don’t know but... WHERE IS [Y/N]?!”

“Hyungs, can you please hurry up? I have to go somewhere with [y/n] without you guys hogging over her.”

“WHAT WAS THAT LEE CHAN?” -everyone

It was definitely a sight to see. You casually just sat down on their couch as you continued to watch them search for you, not until Wonwoo decided to sit beside you and watch with a knowing smile on his face. “They haven’t seen you?”

“Nope and I’ve been sitting here for the past twenty minutes. Shall we watch them until they finally notice?” 

Wonwoo didn’t think twice but to accept your offer. The two of you sat there with legs and arms crossed, eyes totally engrossed at each members actions, only to burst out laughing when they finally noticed the two of you.

“You were here the whole time, Jasmine?!” Seungkwan, yet again, beamed as he cupped your cheeks and acted like he was your mother. “Oh Jasmine, you naughty little girl. You almost got me into a heart attack!” 

Rolling your eyes at how overly dramatic Seungkwan was, you flashed him a faint smile before tapping him on the cheeks. “I was sitting here for the past twenty minutes. Minghao even walked past me without even noticing me after meeting my gaze!” 

It only took everyone a second before they transferred their attention to Minghao, who was shrugging at them before explaining himself, “Just so you know, I was caught up with the fact of looking for [y/n] and...”

“And?” Mingyu retorted with a smug look on his face, making you snicker at the sight of the two almost reaching the bickering stage. And soon enough, everyone was erupting into some nonsense that had you to just sigh and remember why you were there in the first place. 

“Oh, Channie, are you ready?” You blurted out without much thought, stopping everyone from bickering as they looked at Chan then back to you then back to Chan then back to you. “O-oh, yeah! Let me go get my bag.”

“Where are you guys going?” asks Seungcheol as he walks towards you with a confused expression. Well, everyone had confusion written all over their faces. “We’re going to the amusement park.” And then there goes everyone erupting to a whine.

“You guys are going to the amusement park?! Just the two of you?!” -Seokmin

“Soonyoung wants to go! [y/n] can I go with you guys?!” -Soonyoung

“You’re not the only one who wants to go Soonyoung hyung!! All of us wants to go!” -Mingyu

“Can’t we just go with them?” -Jeonghan

“Nope, you guys can’t come with us.” Chan announces as soon as he entered the room with nothing but blankness in his face. He only had two tickets to the amusement park and if he was to choose one of his hyungs, he’d rather choose you. 

It was just a simple catching up session with Chan the other day when he brought up the topic of going to the amusement park together, which you immediately made plans with him. Well, you couldn’t deny the fact that you love it when the two of you spend time together and... maybe the fact that you like him.

“Why?” Junhui asks with eyebrows furrowed at the youngest. “Because we only have two tickets? And, c’mon guys, you went to the amusement park last week without telling me!!” Chan whined with a pout, only to make the members coo at how cute he was.

It sure was fun to spend time with the boys, especially when it gets pretty rowdy at some point. Lifting yourself off the couch, you waltz your way beside Chan and said, “I think we better get going Oppas so that we can have the amusement park all to ourselves the whole day.”

“Wait... it’s just the two of you?” Vernon asks with his eyes narrowed at the two of you. Now, all of their eyes were focused on the two of you. The atmosphere somewhat turned from a whiny atmosphere to a teasing one. Some of them had their eyebrows wiggling at the two of you (hoshi, seokmin, mingyu and jun) and some were gawking at the two of you.

“Is my baby all grown up now?” Jeonghan cried out as he wrapped his arms around Chan’s neck whilst caressing his cheeks. “I also want to go on a date with [y/n].” Seungkwan pouted, only to receive a laugh and smack from Joshua.

“Oh, c’mon, we all can have turns in going somewhere with our [y/n].” Jihoon shrugged, making everyone shut their mouths and nod. “Wait, we’re going on a date?” you absently asked as you looked at Chan, who was now flushed by the sudden question.

“I guess so?” Chan answered, not sure whether he’s choosing the right words. Scoffing at how innocent their youngest is, Joshua wraps an arm on both your shoulders. 

“You guys sure are too young to understand such world.... It definitely is a date.”

The heat waves came rushing in as the two of you got out of the car, after being dropped off by Chan’s manager. People from all ages were going in and out of the amusement park with smiles plastered on their faces as they’ve enjoyed every single ride there is. As the two of you approached the entrance, the shuddering of rails and tracks, clanking of rides moving, and the screams of their passengers as they are whipped around were heard from where you were standing. 

Handing your tickets to the employee, who was in-charge with the tickets, the two of you swiftly went in without any problem. The two of you were greeted by the sight of bright happy colors, from the light poles to the benches to the walls of the shops to the t-shirts of the employees who look like this might not actually be the happiest place on Earth.

“What do you want to do first, [y/n]?” Chan asked with his eyes twinkling at the sight of the rides and snacks that he liked. “Do you want to go grab some fried squid over there?” By the minute you stepped foot of the amusement park, the stall selling fried squid was the first thing that has caught your attention.

Chan’s eyes wandered around until it landed on the stall that you were talking about. Nodding his head in enthusiasm, he didn’t think twice but to grab your hand and drag you there in such hurry.

The stall wasn’t that packed at the moment so the two of you were able to order two fried squids without much haste. The process of making the fried squid unfolds right before the two you. 

Oil being heated up crackled as soon as the battered squid was dipped right in, only to be followed by another one. The smell of savory squid filled each and everyone’s nostrils, making the two of you salivate at the sight of the fried squid being handed to the both of you.

“You may choose your choice of sauce over there,” the employee beams and gestures over to the other table with a couple of jars filled with different sauces. Waltzing your way to the sauces, you drizzled a good amount of spicy sauce on your fried squid and on Chan’s. 

Taking a bite on his fried squid, Chan looks at you and asks, not noticing the sauce on the corner of his lips, “So, munch munch, which ride should we do first?” You pondered upon the question while you grabbed some tissue from your bag, wiping the sauce off of Chan’s lips, only to result in his cheeks turning into a darker shade of pink.

“How about let’s look around first then if we find something that has our palms itching then we’ll make that ride as the first ride of the day?”

Liking your idea, Chan gives it a thumbs up and the two of you are finally off to explore. There were tons of thrill rides but there were also booths that offered a lot of prizes that were worth bringing home.

A lot of the stores sold those typical animal ears and those mickey-mouse ears that had a lot of couples buying it. Eyes wandering at each ride, there was one ride had you and Chan stop in an instant.

Shrieks were heard and you could just imagine yourself being seated at such contraption with Chan sitting beside you, laughing his heart or probably screaming his lungs out. 

Right before the two of you was the Gyro Swing. It felt really weird as it had both of your hands itching to get your butts down to the seats and enjoy it. “I want to ride that.” Chan beamed without ripping his eyes off the swinging contraption.

“Me too.” 

Turning both your heads, a knowing smile was plastered on both of your faces and before you knew it, the two of you are bouncing on your seats as the harness was safely, and tightly secured on the two of you. Both of your hearts raced in excitement and the only thing that was buzzing around Chan’s head was having you to hold his hand.

And at some point, his prayers was heard when you asked him, “Do you want to hold hands for support? Man, just thinking about the ride starting got me trapped in a jar filled with uneasiness--” Before you could even finish what you were saying, the Gyro Swing has finally moved, making Chan take a hold of your hand when you let out a squeak.

“It’s starting-- it’s starting!” you blabbered, your grip slowly tightens around his hand as the sight of the land was slowly getting farther and farther away from you.

Once it reached the highest point, the Gyro Swing starts to swing downwards, making you scream your lungs out with Chan, but his screams were then replaced by a fruit laugh as he tightly holds onto your hands to give you some support.

The ride felt like an hour but in reality, it was just a couple of minutes long. You wobbly got of off the ride with Chan still holding your hand. “Aigoo, [y/n], your jelly legs are gonna give out soon. Do you want me to give you a piggyback ride?”

“Yes, please.” 

That was the only reply that Chan needed to hear. Being hoisted up on his back, you couldn’t help but lean your cheeks on his shoulder, mumbling incoherent words as you were still having a hangover of the ride. 

The Gyro Swing was the first and last ride for the two of you as both of you decided to just hit it with the stalls and win tons of prizes, which was easy for the two of you.

Balloons popped for the nth time and you were handed a big panda plushie which Chan pout. “I also want to win one.” He mumbled, making you offer the plushie to him with a smile. “Here, you can have this one.”

“No, I can’t--”

“Oh, c’mon, I have a lot of plushies with me now so you can have this one to commemorate our first date!” 

Heaving out a sigh of defeat, Chan accepted your offer and tightly hugged the panda plushie, making you pull your phone out to take a couple of pictures of him before sending it to the group chat that you have with the boys.

“Let’s go buy some of those headbands and get on one of those photo booths, [y/n].” Chan nudges, making you look at him and nod. The two of you waltz your way across the open space and immediately got into the nearest stall.

The store was filled with pastel colored accessories and stuffed toys. Running your fingers through the products, you immediately stopped and grabbed a pair of cat ears, you quickly wore it on Chan’s head and giggled.

“Oh? Cat ears?” Chan asks as he pats the headband with his free hand. “Yeah! It really suits you.” 

Humming out a loud ‘mm’, Chan grabbed the nearest cat ears and wore it on you, making you look at him with a pout. “Cat ears?”

“Yeah, it also suits you.” 

Feeling a buzz on his pocket, Chan pulls his phone out and sees that his manager was already waiting for the two of them outside the amusement park. “C’mon, let’s pay for this and have out photo taken!” Paying for both your headbands, that two of you quickly dashed towards the nearest photo booth and immediately picked the cutest feature that it offered.

First click!

Chan had his arm around your shoulder as the two of you made the V sign and immediately changed poses.

Second click!

The two of you were up on the camera, totally hogging it with big goofy grins on your faces.

Last click!

You placed a quick kiss on Chan’s cheeks, making him widen his eyes just on time for the camera to capture everything. 

Turning his head towards your directions, Chan couldn’t help but stammer, “Y-you... kissed me.” Ignoring his remark, you quickly edited the photo and doodled a couple of cute things before writing a ‘Lee Chan x [y/n]’.

“Channie, we don’t have all day! Stop looking at me like that and let’s make a dash for the exit.” You muttered as you grabbed the freshly printed picture from the photo booth and made a dash, making Chan snap out from his own train of thoughts and ran.

The sound of your giggles filled the air and Chan couldn’t help but smile. Quickly catching up to your pace, Chan grabbed your wrists and made the two of you walk when he sighted the exit from a distance.

“Channie, manager oppa’s already waiting--”

“YAH LEE CHAN! STOP HOGGING [Y/N] AND GIVE HER TO US!!” -Soonyoung

“Omo, omo! Look at his hand!” -Seungkwan

“LEE CHAN, YOU’RE STILL MY BABY!!!”

“Guys, people are staring so... how about you guys shut up?” -Jihoon

“NOO! I SHALL NOT BE SILENCED--” -Soonyoung

“Man, the hyungs surely knows when to ruin such a perfect date.” Chan heaves out an exasperated sigh. Snickering at how cute Chan has been, you gave his hand a light squeeze before muttering something that had him smiling throughout the whole ride back to the restaurant that you guys were gonna get some dinner.

“I enjoyed our date, by the way, and let’s go out again next time.”

[imeightout]

BAD BOYS | GOT7

chapter one

chapter two | fishy 

playlist: wars by the strumbellas 

warning: mature themes such as drugs, alcohol, swearing, violence, and death are featured in this story

The girl couldn’t stop crying, Jinyoung felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him for a second time that night, when he had saw the guy grab onto her like that, it made him angry. He was sitting in the diner in a booth next to the girl with Mark and Youngjae sitting across from him. “You sure you don’t want to go with JB?” Mark questioned Jinyoung whose eyes were on the crying girl next to him. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he can take care of that guy on his own.” Youngjae and Mark looked at each other before Melissa came by with a cup of tea. “Here Lil, drink this.” The girl sniffled before shaking her head. “Come on, please?” Melissa asked as the girl looked up to make eye contact with her. “Fine.” She mumbled and grabbed the mug from her. “This is Lily by the way,” Melissa said as she looked at the boys. “and this is Mark, Youngjae, and Jinyoung.” Lily looked at her for a moment before nodding. 

It was silent for a moment before she shifted her body towards Jinyoung. “Thank you, if you hadn’t stepped in..” Lily trailed off and winced slightly before she set her cup of tea on the table. “Don’t worry about it.” JInyoung smiled softly while she looked away from him. “Here are your orders.” Melissa said as she sat a couple of bags on the table. “We should get going.” Youngjae spoke up and looked over at Jinyoung who felt compelled to stay but he knew the longer he looked at Lily, the crazier he was going to get. “Yeah, Jaebum is probably waiting for us.” Mark said softly, he glanced at Melissa who looked like she wanted to say something to him but Mark quickly grabbed a bag and headed towards the door. Youngjae followed closely behind with the other bag while Jinyoung climbed out of the booth. “If you guys need anything, don’t hesitate to call us okay?” He whispered to Melissa who looked at him for a moment before she agreed. 

She watched him walk out of the diner and she sat down next to Lily who was still softly crying. “You’re okay now, he’s not going to hurt you.” Melissa placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder as Lily nodded. “I know. I think I’m just still in shock. It happened so fast, I didn’t even see Jinyoung step in at first.” While Jinyoung sat in the passenger seat, Mark and Youngjae both kept stealing glances at him. “What?” He snapped suddenly. “Nothing, it’s just, you saved that girl tonight.” Youngjae mentioned. Jinyoung bit his lower lip as he shrugged. “No big deal.” Mark wanted to say something but he took another look at Jinyoung and decided against it. When they pulled up to the auto shop, the lights were still on, the garage still open, Bambam was sitting in a chair by the black truck. “Please tell me you brought food.” Youngjae held up the bag and set it on the table. 

The four of them sat around the table and started to shove their faces with food. “Hey, you couldn’t even wait for us?” Jackson whined as he took a seat next to Bambam. “Sorry, we were too hungry.” Bam replied as he shoved a fry into his mouth. “How did things go?” Jinyoung asked Jaebum who took the empty seat next to him. “Better than expected. I’m convinced that guy would’ve killed her.” He said quietly. The other boys were lost in their own conversations which made it easier for Jinyoung to talk to the leader. “Why’d you go after him? You haven’t done anything like that before.” JB was always straightforward when it came to his members, he noticed the way Jinyoung looked at the crying girl. “I can’t be a superhero for once?” Jinyoung joked but soon his smile faltered. “She just looked so helpless, and like you said, he would’ve killed her. Dumbass Kings think they can just take whatever and whoever they want.” 

JB ended the conversation by not saying anything to him after that, mostly because he didn’t know how to respond. Instead the two boys joined the others in conversation when a car pulled up to the auto shop. Jackson’s eyes immediately narrowed as he noticed the girl in the driver seat. “What the fuck does she want now?” Jackson groaned, wiping the side of his mouth and standing up. “What are you doing here?” Nicollette looked Jackson up and down before crossing her arms. “For once I couldn’t care less about you. I just came to warn you about the Kings.” JB’s eyes lit up and he looked at Nicollette with a piece of lettuce hanging from his mouth. “What happened?” JB said with the food still in his mouth. “Really?” Youngjae asked as he handed him a napkin. Nicollette walked up to the boys and uncrossed her arms, looking down for a moment before looking back up. “They know about what you did to Mickey.” JB sighed and glanced at Jinyoung. “Already? It’s only been an hour or two.” The girl shrugged and stole a fry from Yugyeom. “Well you weren’t really that subtle about it. Either way they want to retaliate, starting with those pretty girls from the diner. They think Lily is dating Jinyoung. You know how they are about taking away something precious.” All eyes were now on Jinyoung and Mark frowned for a moment. “Wait, Jin are you dating her?” 

“Of course not.” Jinyoung defended himself. “I just helped her out.” Jaebum let out another sigh. “You should go, wouldn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire.” Nicollette let out a laugh and glanced over at Jackson. “I already am.” She rolled her eyes and with a turn of her heel was walking back to her car. “Jackson, you should call me later.” She said before getting into her car. “Over my dead body.” Jackson mumbled while he sat back in his chair. “We’ll have to be a little bit more careful for the next few days, no one goes anywhere alone.” Jaebum commented sternly while his eyes naturally fell on the rebel. “Fine, I won’t go anywhere alone.” Jackson said with a roll of his eyes and a sip from his cup. “Let’s get to packaging.” Mark was the first to stand up, they pulled the truck into the garage and started to unload but not before Yugyeom closed the garage and closed it. 

They worked the entire night, packaging the goods and working efficiently to finish on time. The first one to fall asleep was Bambam who didn’t last more than two hours. Eventually all seven boys fell asleep in the room in the back, when there was knocking coming from the garage, Jaebum had been the only one to wake up. “Who the fuck is here so early?” He said to himself as he walked towards the garage, opening it up quickly. The sun hit him instantly and he had to squint to see properly. “Of course.” He said slowly while Scarlett stood there wearing a yellow sundress and white sunglasses. “You’re quite a bit away from Hollywood.” He said grumpily to her but she ignored his comment. “I wanted to see if there was a possibility you guys had a car for me to borrow for now?” She slipped the sunglasses off her face and looked up at him with a small smile. “No.” He went to close the garage when she placed a hand on his arm. “Look, I don’t know what crawled up your ass and died but I need a car to get to work by Monday.” Jaebum was caught by surprise and had to look at her for a moment before responding. “Look, I’m not the one who said would help you. We’ve had a long night, so leave.” Suddenly the door from the back flew open and Mark rubbed his eyes as he found Jaebum and Scarlett. 

“I get the shower first!” Bambam yelled as he raced out the door with Youngjae and Jackson following after him. “Oh hi Scarlett.” Bambam stopped and rushed up to stand next to Jaebum. “Hi Bambam.” She said with a warm smile. “Still wondering about the car huh?” Mark questioned her. “Sorry, I don’t want to bother but I start work on Monday.” Jinyoung looked at Mark and sighed. “I’ll take the boys back to the apartment, you go help her.” Jaebum was in disbelief over the decisions being made but he didn’t show it, instead he shrugged, grabbed his jacket and walked over to the car while dragging Bambam behind him. “I’ll see you later!” Bambam yelled towards Scarlett who just laughed. “Hey boys!” Melissa walked up to them and smiled, holding three bags of food. “Oh hey Mel, is that for us?” Youngjae asked as he took the bags from her. “Of course, who else would they be for? You guys look like you had a rough night.” She said while her eyes landed on Mark standing in front of Scarlett. “Who is this?” She didn’t mean to make it sound like she was jealous and instantly her cheeks started to turn red. “Oh, this is Scarlett.” Bambam said. “Scarlett, this is our friend Melissa.” Scarlett waved politely and smiled. “Are you ready to go?” Mark questioned Scarlett who nodded quickly. “I know a couple of guys who are selling some cars for cheap.” He motioned for his car and held the passenger door open for her. “Where are you going?” Melissa asked him. “None of your business.” He said to her quickly while he walked to the other side and got in. She stood there and watched him leave, her jaw clenched. 

“How’s Lily?” Youngjae asked as he munched on a piece of toast. “She’s doing better, she’s back at my place.” Melissa said when she finally snapped out of it. “That’s good, isn’t it Jinyoung?” Youngjae glanced at Jinyoung who was leaning against the car. “I guess.” He cleared his throat and dangled the keys. “Lets go home, I need a shower.” He got into the car and so did the rest of the boys, while Melissa started her walk back to the diner for another shift. Mark sat in the driver seat with both hands on the wheel, his eyes on the road ahead of him. Scarlett debated on whether or not to ask him about Melissa but she was curious, not because she liked Mark but because she felt that there was something going on. “Who is Melissa exactly? I know Bambam said she was a friend but you don’t seem to like her.” Mark tensed up a bit and gripped the wheel tightly. “It’s nothing to worry yourself about. We just don’t get along.” He left it at that because he was afraid that if he continued to talk about her then he would say something he really regretted. 

“How did you all get into fixing cars?” Scarlett applied some lip gloss to her lips as she waited for his reply. “To cover up for the fact that we sell drugs for a living.” Mark thought but he just smirked. “It was actually Jaebum who got us into it, we just kind of followed in his footsteps. I may be the oldest but he’s definitely like a leader to us.” Scarlett nodded her head with understanding but Mark couldn’t stop laughing. If only she knew. 

The boys had all finished cleaning up when Mark got back home. “I’m going to go take a shower.” He said quickly while he walked to the room he shared with Jinyoung. “We’re going to Evan’s party tonight.” Yugyeom said to him. “Why?” Mark questioned back, seeing Yugyeom and Bambam on the couch playing video games. “I don’t know, that’s just what JB said.” Yugyeom replied with his eyes never leaving the screen. Mark rolled his eyes and headed into the bathroom to see Jackson checking himself into the mirror. “What are you doing?” Mark said with a raised eyebrow. “I’m checking to see how big my arms are getting, do you know how many girls will be at the party?” Jackson’s eyes grew wide as he went back to looking in the mirror. “Yeah about that, why are we going?” Mark slipped his shirt off and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Jaebum said we were going.” 

“Something smells fishy.”