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strawberrynamjoon · 4 years ago

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wine bottles & pizza boxes

– genre: delivery boy!namjoon & lovesick!reader

– word count: 17k

– summary: while desperately trying to get over your heartbreak the cute new delivery boy made it to his personal mission to make you smile whenever you were drunk and lonely. luckily, your mutual friend hoseok was more than willing to set the two of you up.

or: namjoon fell in love with you, no matter if you had a pretty dress on or a wine bottle in your hand and a puzzle piece in your hair.

– warnings: reader gets drunk a lot and is kinda an emotional mess lol, humour and crack, sope being couple of the year, whipped namjoon, kinda slow burn

– note: i finally finished this wip of mine and i hope you guys like it as much as i do. like always, this is not proofread yet, i’ll get to it soon! <3

If anyone were to see you right now, you were sure they would think you’re a complete mess, almost pathetic even and, to be quite honest, they wouldn't be wrong.

The way you were spread out on your couch, not having moved for hours, in your oversized hoodie and sweatpants, sipping the cheapest wine you could find straight out of the bottle while rewatching Gilmore Girls for the hundredth time truly wasn’t your proudest moment.

But you felt hurt and you convinced yourself that bathing in some self-pity was the only possible solution for you to get over this stupid, aching heartbreak. If any of your friends would see you like this they would surely disagree with your chosen method but you couldn’t care less. They say time heals all the wounds but for now, wine would have to do the job.

Checking your phone for how much longer your pizza will take to arrive, you noticed a text from your best friend, once again begging you to pay attention to him.

[ Yoongi: It’s been a month since he ghosted you, stop being a crybaby and come to Guk’s party tonight. I’ll even pick you up. ]

A mocking scoff escaped your lips, rolling your eyes way back into your skull. As much as you loved him, you just felt the need to be dramatic in peace – and knowing Yoongi he would never let that happen.

Deciding to leave him on read for now, you heard the doorbell ring and the excitement rushing over you was almost embarrassing, considering the fact that your pizza arriving probably would be the highlight of your whole week.

Instantly regretting checking yourself in the mirror when you realized just how terrible you looked like you tried not to think about it too much, Antonio wouldn’t care either way. You looked disgusting in the truest definition of the word – your messy bun was an actual mess, not in the cute Instagram-model-kinda-way, no. There were big strands of hair falling out of it in the back and it floppily laid on the side of your head instead of the top. Your face was swollen from the crying and the alcohol and there were three fat, red pimples growing on your cheeks.

Luckily, you and Antonio, your standard delivery guy, by now were over having to impress each other. He has seen you in that state more often than your actual friends at this point and he didn’t have to act all nice in front of you anymore, your nagging banter the only social interactions you sometimes had for weeks. Thinking about it for a second it was almost pitiful that your closest friend was a man in his mid fifties who was supplying you with greasy food but you didn’t care, at least Antonio would never ghost you out of nowhere.

More relationships should be like yours and Antonios: Both of you did not annoy the other one, just exchanged a polite smile and some snarky comments every now and then and that was it.

Opening the door, you felt a genuine smile on your face, excited for the pizza you were about to eat, “Antonio, I was never happier to see –”

But before you could end your sentence you were surprised by a new face, a more handsome and younger face than Antonio’s wide and round face and grey hair. The young man in front of you had glowing, tan skin, plump lips and was not only tall but also equally broad.

Looking at such a handsome man your own age, you became awfully aware of how you looked right now, feeling terribly hideous.

“You’re not Antonio,” the disappointment in your voice was hard to go miss.

The man in front of you started to chuckle and you were met with two deep and extraordinary cute dimples that made him look much nicer. Before you saw them he seemed kind of intimidating but as soon as he smiled there was not a single intimidating thing left about him.

“Believe it or not, I’m very well aware of that,” his deep voice sent shivers down your spine, “I’m Namjoon. And I’m very sorry to disappoint you, but at least I still have the pizza you ordered.”

He pointed to the pizza box on the ground and you just wanted him to leave as soon as possible, not wanting him to have to look at the misery you were for any second longer.

“Well, you’re just as good as Antonio then,” you stated, flashing him a bright smile.

“If that’s all it takes to make you happy your boyfriend must be living a happy life,” he mumbled under his breath without looking at you as he got the pizza box out of his carrier. His standards must be very low if he was flirting with you even in your current state but at least he managed to boost your self esteem a little bit.

You already pictured the little scenarios coming into your mind with the man you just met a few seconds ago and you hated yourself for how easy it is for you to fall in love with a complete stranger. But if all it took to distract yourself from the heartbreak you were going through was a handsome pizza delivery guy you would most definitely take that.

Handing you the box he gave you yet another one of those dimpled smiles and you wished you could take a picture of it, “I hope you can still enjoy it even if Antonio is gone now.”

Now you furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean he’s gone? Like, forever? I assumed he just has a day off.”

“Oh no, he actually got fired,” he answered with a shrug.

“Wow first I got ghosted and now Antonio left me too, I thought at least he would stay,” a playful pout formed on your lips.

The delivery boy, or Namjoon as he introduced himself to you, seemed to be amused by your dramatic acting, joining in immediately, “He has a wife and children. You should’ve known better than to get attached.”

With a smile on your lips, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “I know but he always brought me free sauce even though I didn’t order it and I just fell in love with his kind actions.”

“That’s absolutely against the policy,” Namjoon stated amused, “and probably the reason he got fired.”

The smile was still sitting on your lips as you nodded to him, ready to go back inside, “See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Namjoon asked with a confused expression on his face, wondering what exactly would happen tomorrow.

“Yes, tomorrow,” you simply stated without any further explanation as you shut your door and walked back to the living room.

You immediately smiled as you replayed the previous encounter in your head. He didn’t even really flirt with you but just the fact that a good looking man stood in front of your door was enough to make you smitten at this point. God, Yoongi was right, you truly were lonely.

Just as you were thinking of the devil your phone vibrated, his name on the screen as he was calling you.

“Whats up? You’re crying or what?” you heard your closest friend on the other line of the phone. To others, the way you and Yoongi talked to each other might seem a bit harsh or cold but in reality, you were as close as two people could be even though none of you would ever admit it out loud.

“I fell in love,” you started and immediately got interrupted.

“I already pity the new man. Who is he?” Yoongi asked, the surroundings loud and you were sure he was on the way to a party.

“You’ll only make fun of me if I tell you,” you pouted, knowing the teasing will never stop if you tell your best friend about your newest crush.

“Me? Making fun of you? Never!” the sarcasm in his voice was thick and you could hear his stupid grin through the phone.

“It’s the delivery guy,” you tried to sound as unbothered as possible but because Yoongi knew you like the back of his hand it was pointless.

“(Y/n) –” he started, taking in a deep breath, “I know you’re lonely but Antonio? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

You laughed, realizing that maybe you should’ve stated your words differently, “Antonio got replaced by a handsome, tall guy. don’t worry, I am not that desperate yet.”

“What do you mean Antonio got replaced? Does this mean we actually have to buy the dip now whenever we order?” Yoongi seemed to be genuinely upset about the fact that he might pay a buck more from now on.

“I’m afraid we have to but at least we can look at a cute buy and talk about how cute he is whenever we do order,” you joked.

“I don’t think we should do that in front of Hoseok, he’s crazy and might kill the delivery guy if he hears me talking about a cute guy,” Yoongi chuckled like he always did when he talked about Hoseok and you rolled your eyes, those goddamn couples all around you making you feel awfully single, “Anyway, we’re celebrating at our place on saturday, you have to come. No excuses accepted, I don’t care if you cry in the bathroom because you’re a sad bitch, you’re still coming.”

“Great, I’ll hate it,” you let out a sigh before hanging up.

Despite threatening your best friend that you’d rather kill yourself than attend a party in your current emotional state, you somehow still found yourself at Hoseok’s and Yoongi’s dorm, getting drunk at their stupid party. You should have known better, in the end he always annoys you until you gave in, it would’ve spared you a lot of discussions.

“Hey Hoseok,” you greeted tonight’s host and good friend with a hug and he gave you a low whistle as he saw you all dressed up. Hoseok was, next to Yoongi, one of the people you could always depend on. When Yoongi introduced his boyfriend to you many years ago you first weren’t sure if their relationship had a real chance since Hoseok seemed to be the complete opposite of Yoongi but by now it was almost impossible to imagine one without the other.

“I didn’t think that I would see you here,” he gave you an appreciating and welcoming smile and you immediately felt at home – Hoseok had this power, always making you feel comfortable, “We missed you. Yoongi wouldn’t admit it, but he did too.”

And so did you – you were aware that ghosting the majority of your friends wasn’t the nicest thing you could’ve done but you were feeling blue, not wanting to talk to anyone else than your neighbor’s cat and the moon.

A small apologetic pout formed on your lips, “Missed you too. I promise I’ll come around more often again.”

On your way to the living room, you studied the people around you – most of them you knew but a few of them you never saw before. It still amazes you how, even after several years of being friends, you still didn’t know all of Hoseok’s friends. This man was like a puppy on the loose, making friends and fans everywhere he’d go.

A few people were busy playing beer pong, Jeongguk and Taehyung had the most concentrated expression you had ever seen on their faces and you wished they would’ve taken your many group projects back in college as serious as this match. Another few familiar faces were chatting and smoking in the kitchen, all of them sitting on the ground. Yoongi sat right in front of the fridge that was probably filled with nothing but a few beers, knowing that’s the typical lifestyle Yoongi and Hoseok had going on.

One could argue that after graduating and finding real jobs their need to party every weekend would vanish but no, they still were the exact same.

You felt a bit lost, not knowing where to go. As you arrived the party was already in full swing, everyone had their spot and you felt almost left out for a second, wondering who you should hold onto for the night.

After grabbing a bottle of cheap champagne from the kitchen, you decided to check out the living room – much to your luck, you found an empty space between Hoseok and Jimin on the couch, gladly getting comfortable between the two friends who were currently discussing which Team would win.

“It’ll be Jeongguk’s for sure,” you threw your thoughts into the conversation, “Come on, it’s Jeongguk. He never loses, we all know that.”

Jimin nodded his head eagerly, agreeing with you, “That’s what I am saying too! It’s two versus one now.”

Hoseok, who didn’t even look at you because he was so invested in watching Taehyung’s every move shook his head, “Tae trained a lot and got so good at it. I think he might stand a chance.”

Just as you clinked your cups with Jimin, ready to get tipsy, Jeongguk noticed you and his smile went wide, reaching his eyes.

“(Y/N),” he shouted over the music from the corner of the living room, “Join us. We’re missing one team member anyways.”

“I hate beer,” you yelled back, “I’d rather die than drink this cold piss.”

He rolled his eyes, not taking a no as an answer. “I’ll drink it for you, I just need someone who actually can aim, unlike this idiot here,” his voice was frustrated while pointing to Seokjn.

“Respect your elders,” Seokjin started scolding as he was aiming to throw the ball in his hand - and then, just like expected, he missed the cup completely.

“See, please, you have to save us,” Jeongguk came over to you, extending his hand to help you up from the couch and you decided to join him before he and Seokjin would start fighting. It’s been quite some time since you played beer pong with your friends but back then, you always did quite a decent job at it.

Before it was your turn, Jeongguk and Taehyung both scored another goal, gulping down their cups within seconds. There were four full cups of beer left in front of you and you prayed that you wouldn’t have to drink one of them. Why couldn’t they play this stupid game with something that actually tasted alright?

Glancing up, ready to shoot your shot your breath stopped for a second as you saw your opponent – Taehyung just recruited a new member for his team from the kitchen because he claimed that if Jeongguk could add a player midgame so could he. But you didn’t expect to be the new member of his team someone you’ve seen before, in a different situation.

“Pizza girl,” Namjoon exclaimed amused, his dimples seemed to be even deeper than you remembered them and he seemed to be pretty tipsy already judging by his pronunciation, “you look different.”

His relaxed aura immediately made you relax too, not even questioning for a second as to where in the world he knew Yoongi and/or Hoseok from. You did make a mental note to check with your friends about that later though.

“The power of make-up and a shower,” you shrug while throwing your ball and – the ball landed right inside of it, Namjoon chuckling as he gave you a thumbs up.

Jeongguk gave you a high five and ruffled your hair a bit, something he always did when he got drunk. Quite funny to compare this Jeongguk with the shy boy you met in the beginning of college but you were happy that he opened up to all of your friends and became a part of your group.

“Where do you know each other from?” Taehyung asked Namjoon, curiousity sparkling in his eyes.

“He stole Antonio’s job,” you sighed dramatically before Namjoon could answer, still not over your favorite delivery man being gone forever.

Taehyung playfully shook his head in disappointment, “You stole his job? not cool, man. Antonio was like our hero in bad, hungry times.”

“Always made sure we’re not starving,” Jeongguk joined the conversation.

“Also, he was kind of sexy, not going to lie,” Jimin joked from the couch, making you laugh a bit and Hoseok gag.

Namjoon threw his hands into the air as if he’s giving up a fight he didn’t even participate in. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he sounded defeated, playing along with your shenanigans, “I understand I’ll never be him but I’m trying my best.”

Just in that moment Yoongi walked into the living room. His arm wrapping around your shoulder, the unexpected touch instantly letting you know that he was drunk because otherwise, he wouldn’t put his arm around you. Not that you minded, it was just something unusual for Yoongi.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, confusion written all over his face, “Who is Namjoon trying to compete with?”

“Apparently he took over Antonio's job,” Hoseok informed his boyfriend amused, “And now we’re mourning over the loss of our beloved Antonio.”

Yoongi knew that Namjoon just started a new job as a delivery guy and he also heard that Antonio got fired before, wondering where he knew that from. As he studied your face, you could see his brain working, putting one and one together.

He knew about Antonio from you. The memory of your conversation came back to his slightly intoxicated mind – you told him about Antonio being fired, but more importantly, you told him about your newest addition to the many men that you crushed on. No one else than the man who replaced Antonio. Which also meant, no one else than Namjoon.

His eyes widened and stared a hole into your soul. After being friends for so many years you two mastered the art of communicating with nothing but glances and his current face was asking you if you were actually talking about his friend on the phone a few days ago.

As you wondered where Yoongi knew that guy from and how in the world you never met him before, not even heard his name, you gave him a small, embarrassed nod followed by a slightly pleading glance back, begging him not to tell anyone.

You could tell he was trying not to burst out into laughter at the situation – of course, out of all the people in the world it had to be someone he knew. But at least he gave you an approving smile afterwards, almost as if to give you his blessing, something very rare. Most of the time Yoongi wasn’t a big fan of your crushes, not only because he knew you fell in love with a different stranger every other week but also because, in his opinion, you had a terrible taste when it came to men.

“Guys, (y/n) and Yoongi are doing their weird talking without talking thing again,” Jeongguk’s voice almost sounded annoyed, scrunching his nose a bit.

For a second you didn’t realize the tall figure that came over to you and Yoongi, his hands buried in the kangaroo pocket of his grey oversized hoodie in which you’d look very adorable, just saying.

Namjoon startled you a bit and you tried not to choke on your own spit as you noticed him.

“(Y/N), huh? Nice to meet you again, officially this time,” he gave you a soft smile and you felt pathetic for wanting to stare at him smiling forever, wondering how many girls were in love with him you bet he could have almost every girl looking like that.

Flashing him a cheeky smile, you nodded, “Nice to meet you too again, officially. I had no idea you know my friends.”

Hoseok stood up from the couch and interrupted the two of you, teasing you a bit, “Better get used to her. She doesn’t know how to cook, you’ll see her daily from now on.”

Scoffing, Yoongi shook his head, “Honestly, Namjoon might be an even worse cook than she is.”

Namjoon chuckled and in your mind you already knew once you were drunk enough and gathered enough confidence you had to poke your fingers in them.

“I have your number on speed dial,” you joked, a grin on your face.

“Living the unhealthy lifestyle I see,” Namjoon answered amused, “I can identify myself with that.”

Before you could continue talking to Namjoon, Jeongguk grew impatient beside you. He almost pouted while he dragged you back to the table, “We have a match to win, get your head in the game.”

And about twenty minutes later, you, Seokjin and Jeongguk were loudly celebrating victory with high-fives and hugs while Taehyung’s team was mourning over their loss.

“Next round!” Jeongguk annouced solemnly, “That is if you can handle another loss, Taehyung?”

Taehyung scoffed between his laughter, “I’ll crush you, Jeon Jeongguk, you just wait.”

“Your team has no chance against us,” Jeongguk laughed while refilling the empty cups with beer.

“You have to do without (y/n) though,” Hoseok announced from his space from the couch, “We have to snatch her away for a bit.”

Apologizing to a grumpy Jeongguk, you made your way to your two favorite people in the world, sitting down right beside Yoongi and Hoseok.

The shit-eating grin on both of their faces already gave them away and you knew exactly why they wanted to talk to you. Hoseok handed you a drink and you took it, knowing that you needed a bit more alcohol in your system for the upcoming teasing.

“So, you have your eyes on Namjoon I heard,” Hoseok giggled joyfully.

Glaring at Yoongi, you rolled your eyes, “I wonder who told you about that.”

Yoongi shrugged, with the same grin plastered on his face, “He’s a good guy, I know it doesn’t matter because you’re emotionally unable to have a real relationship but I would still support it.”

Hoseok hit Yoongi’s chest lightly, almost as if he was telling him not to be too mean to you even though everyone knew that you’d never talk without thick sarcasm to each other. Turning back to you, he raised his eyebrow before proposing, “I could easily set you up. I already have a plan in my head.”

You shook your head heavily, a short laugh escaping from you, “No, don’t worry. I don’t even know him, let me talk to him in peace first. I might come back to it though.”

Hoseok was known to be the matchmaker of your group – by now he must have tried to set up almost everyone of his friends with a pretty good success rate. But you prefered to take things into your own hands and he always respected that.

“So, are you over Jay?” Yoongi asked in a careful and caring tone, knowing it was still a sensitive topic.

And for a second the question caught you off guard. You weren’t over him yet, no, but you were at least wanting to get over it. That was at least something, right?

“Not really yet,” letting out a deep sigh, you pressed your lips together a bit, “I’m working on it I guess.”

His eyes narrowed a bit as he was trying to figure out how you actually were doing, “And with that you mean you’re actually working on it or do you mean you’re getting drunk and eat too much junk food all the time?”

Despite you being reminded about your heartbreak you managed to crack a smile, “I don’t see any difference in those methods.”

“Namjoon,” before Yoongi could scold you, Hoseok suddenly started yelling, “Come over here for a second, will you?”

Panicking, your eyes widened, “What in the world do you think you’re doing?”

He gave you an amused glance, “God’s work.”

And within seconds, Namjoon was standing right in front of you, “Hi guys, what’s up?”

Hoseok gestured for him to sit down next to you on the small space left on the couch and he did as he was told, “Since you’re our pizza expert from now on we need you to help us resolve a burning question we have been discussing about for forever.”

Laughing, Namjoon’s attention was fully diverted to the three of you, “I wouldn’t call myself a pizza expert but I hope I can mediate.”

You rubbed your forehead, knowing exactly what Hoseok was on about, “Hoseok, don’t make him go through –“

He shushed you lovingly before you could finish, “Our little (y/n) right here claims that pineapple pizza is ordered as often as the classics just like peperoni pizza or ham pizza. And I say that’s bullshit. Pineapple pizza is not as popular as the classics, right?”

“To my defence,” you started, turning to Namjoon to tell him your point of view, “I never said that it deserves to be a classic. But I do believe that there’s a reason for the whole pineapple on pizza discussion and I think that reason is that a lot more people than you’d think actually enjoy it and they started fighting for pineapple on pizza rights.”

Yoongi was rubbing his temple in frustration, butting in, “They have fighting about this for two years now. Two whole years

Namjoon cackled at the heated discussion in front of him, before trying to put on a serious face, “Okay, I think I am the answer to your question. I definitely deliver as many pineapple pizzas as I deliver peperoni or ham pizzas. The only one that beats those three is a good old margherita.”

“HA! I told you so,” you teased Hoseok whose mouth stood wide open at the betrayal of his friend, “When will you learn that I am always right?”

Standing up, Hoseok chuckled while he shook his head in disbelief, “If you’d excuse me, I need a stronger drink to deal with this information.”

“You’re just a bad loser,” you yelled after him, celebrating your victory once again.

“Now I have to deal with his whiny ass, thank you very much,” Yoongi chuckled half-jokingly, half serious, “Good job, Namjoon. I better go after him.”

“I didn’t know that it was such a sensitive topic,” Namjoon laughed, almost feeling bad. You couldn’t help but notice how close he was sitting to you still. Yoongi and Hoseok for sure know how to set someone up even though you told them not to get involved, “Funny to see that Hobi is still bad at losing.”

“Hobi?” you asked curious, “I never heard someone calling him that before. Where does that come from?”

Namjoon was taking a sip of his drink before his eyes widened a bit, “I forgot that people don’t use that nickname for him anymore. We used to call him Hobi in middle school.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you’re a high school friend of his,” your face brightened, “Tell me what he was like in high school. I bet he was a handful.”

The boy beside you scrunched his face for a second and you made sure to save as much as you could to your mind, “He was just as happy and bright as today. We used to be super close but I left home when we went to college and yeah, now after graduating, I came back home.”

“Welcome back then,” you threw him a warm smile before holding up your cup, “Cheers to a new friend in the group.”

Both of you took a sip of your drink before Namjoon got a bit more comfortable on the couch, his back now resting against the pillows behind him and naturally manspreading a bit, enough to make you go insane inside.

Mirroring his actions, you leaned back too, tilting your body a bit towards his, body language making sure that no one got the idea to interrupt your conversation.

“How do you know Hobi?” Namjoon asked with curiousity in his eyes. It might be a thing he does with everyone but his attention seemed to be laying completely on you as you were talking, holding eye contact constantly.

“Yoongi and I have been best friends since our childhood and one day he introduced me to Hoseok with the words ‘This is my boyfriend. Oh, and also I’m bisexual’, I will never forget that,” you laughed, “Ever since then Hoseok and I became friends. He’s too good for Yoongi if you ask me.”

Namjoon seemed to be interested in whatever you were saying, even though you didn’t really say anything interesting. The two of you were talking about everything, your college degrees, he told you he is working as a delivery guy for now to take a break and next year he’ll start to work, you talked about the town and the people attending the party – it was easy talking to him but that might have been thanks to the alcohol.

The rest of the night was rather calm much to your liking, you spent some more time with Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon before you and Jeongguk decided to go home together because you lived in the same apartment complex.

You couldn’t help but think of Namjoon’s kind eyes all the way home, almost not listening to Jeongguk rambling about the boy was into (he wouldn’t say his name but all of your friends knew he was talking about Taehyung) because your mind was full of Hoseok’s best friend from high school.

Yoongi said that lately, you’ve been drinking alone a bit too often and you knew he was right – so once again, you were sitting on your couch but tonight, you didn’t feel half as sad as usually. The prosecco you were drinking made you feel giddy as you actually took care of yourself for once instead of crying your eyes out.

You almost felt good with the face mask sitting on your face for way longer than was recommended, your hair up in curlers as you were wearing your favorite pajama. The bedsheets you stole from your bedroom to cover you on the couch were freshly changed, your favorite playlist was blasting from the speakers and while cleaning earlier you found an old puzzle you were currently trying to finish.

And, on top of that, your favorite pizza was on its way, brought to you by no one else than the man that could possibly be the cure for your heartbreak.

You were surprised that you were in such a good mood. There were two possibilities: Either you were slowly going insane or you actually were getting better. Fingers crossed it was the second one.

As you were waiting for the pizza to arrive you finished the whole bottle of prosecco and you could feel the alcohol running through your veins when you got up after the door rang.

Taking step after step slowly, afraid you’d fall, you giggled to yourself. The way you were walking looked ridiculous, enough to make your drunk self laugh.

Opening the door, your smile grew as wide as it could when you saw Namjoon in front of you, his expression mirroring your own.

“Happy to see me?” he asked you, arching an eyebrow.

Nodding, you felt a hiccup coming up your throat, almost embarrassed when it came out but Namjoon’s chuckle told you that he found it rather cute.

“You always make my days better,” you sing-sang happily.

He was clearly amused by the state you were in, getting out the pizza for you, “Are you sure it’s me who makes them better or is it only the cause of my visits?”

You shrugged playfully, “It’s a mixture of both. But mainly, you’re right, it’s the greasy gift of god your visits are connected with.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second, staring at your hair before another amused chuckle escaped his lips, shaking his head amused, “There’s a puzzle piece in your hair.”

Before you could do it, his hand was in your hair, fiddling with it a bit to free the piece out of it. Handing it to you, he let out a laugh – and you already thought his small chuckles were cute but the laugh of this man was on yet another level.

“Once again, you’re my knight in shining amour,” you smirked, the playful banter just adding to your positive mood, “I was looking for that, I was already frustrated because I was missing one piece.”

Namjoon’s eyes grew wide, a bit surprised, “You’re actually puzzling?”

“Well, where do you think that piece came from?”

Somehow, you noticed, Namjoon always had a soft expression on his face, as if he was admiring everything around him. It would be a privilege to be the one who gets to wake up next to that face.

“You’ve got a point there,” he nodded, “I just haven’t seen anyone puzzling in probably fifteen years.”

“What a shame, you should try it,” you told him, “I promise it’s fun.”

“So, you’re alone, drunk and puzzling all by yourself?” Namjoon seemed to be amused, “I can’t tell if that is the saddest or cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.”

You raised your eyebrow while biting down your lip in order not to laugh at his attempt of flirting and he panicked as soon as he realized what he just said, mumbling fastly, “I mean, I definitely have to try it again. I will for sure soon. You got me hooked on the idea now.”

Now you couldn’t help it but let a small chuckle escape, nodding your head, “I surely still have a few old puzzles lying around here somewhere. Why don’t you just text me and I’ll tell you when I found them. I’ll hand them down to you.”

Namjoon’s hand was nervously playing with the nape of his hair on his neck and you made a note in your head that apparently drunk and sober Namjoon were two completely different people. “I don’t have your number though.”

Still chuckling, you took out your pizza out of the delivery box yourself because Namjoon seemed to be too starstruck to do so, “You do. It’s on the delivery note.”

Embarrassed, he now let out a laugh too, “Oh, you’re right. Well, I’ll definitely make use of that then.”

Nodding, you started to close the door, “I sure hope so. Have a quiet and relaxing night, Namjoon.”

“You too,” he managed to say before you closed the door, “Enjoy your pizza.”

You were a smiling mess as you made your way back to the living room where the intro of the next episode of Gilmore Girls was playing and the next bottle of prosecco was waiting for you.

In your head you were replaying the little encounter, getting your pizza out of the plastic bag it was in – only to see yet another thing that made your heart melt.

On top of the box were two dips, one of them had a little sticky note attached to it.

[ Only an amateur like Antonio would put one extra dip. Real guys like me put two. Enjoy your meal, (y/n) :) ]

You giggled while taking a picture of the note and sending it to Yoongi in an instant to keep him updated.

Just as you hit the send button another message came in from an unknown number – Namjoon didn’t wait to text you and you thought that was very cute, you hated nothing more than guys thinking it’s cool to let someone wait for days before they texted.

[ Namjoon: What kind of puzzles do you have? I want a cool one with a Star Wars picture on it or something like that. P.s.: I hope I chose the right dips, if not let me know which ones you prefer.]

If you weren’t whipped for him yet now you surely were. He most likely didn’t care about puzzles one bit and had no actual desire to puzzle but if it was a good enough reason to keep up a conversation with him you would talk to him about puzzles for weeks.

[ You: I can offer you cute baby cats in a cup or one of those sunflower babys. I might have a Disney one somewhere but it had 2000 pieces.]

Not even three minutes later, Namjoon texted you back – making you wonder how in the world he was able to text you during work but you wouldn’t question it any further.

[ Namjoon: So what you’re saying is you don’t think I can handle 2000 pieces? Challenge accepted. And if I am not able to do it in the end I always can ask you for help right?]

If anyone told you that you and your delivery guy would be flirting while talking about puzzles together a few weeks ago you wouldn’t have believed them but you most definitely weren’t complaining – what an interesting guy.

“Happy birthday my baby,” Hoseok said as he hugged you tight. Right after that, Yoongi did the same, even giving you a pat on your head – you knew it was a special day when Yoongi showed you physical affection.

“Yeah, happy birthday you annoying angel,” Yoongi smirked, “I hope we’re the last ones to arrive.”

Of course they were. No matter where you were going, Yoongi was always the last person to arrive. He said it’s because it’s his ‘branding’ but you were pretty sure it was just him not being able to time anything right.

Everyone was already there – not that you invited a lot, just Jeongguk and Taehyung, Seokjin and his lovely girlfriend Mina, Jimin, your best friend Norah and last and also latest, Yoongi and Hoseok.

You wanted nothing more for your special day than just a small gathering with a bit of alcohol and a lot of fun, just talking and playing Mario Kart all night long like you all did back in college.

“Open our present,” Hoseok insisted while hanging up his and his boyfriend’s coat and you wouldn’t let him tell you twice.

Opening the envelope Yoongi unlovingly pressed into your hands when he entered your eyes went wide, a small gasp escaping your lips.

“No way,” you were more than surprised as you were holding four tickets to your favorite musical, “how did you convince Yoongi to agree?”

Shrugging, Hoseok send you a mysterious smile, “I have my ways. I can’t wait to go, we wanted to go for such a long time.”

Hugging both of them tightly, you even managed to press a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek, “Who’s the fourth ticket for though?”

“Up to you, it’s a double date, you’ll find some guy,” Yoongi shrugged before a mischievious spark found its way into his eyes, “Maybe you can return the favor to a certain someone who nowadays risks his jobs to sneak extra dips into your order?”

“Wait, what did I miss?” Hoseok asked you with wide eyes before turning to his boyfriend, “Are you keeping important information from me?”

You shook your head, immediately disagreeing, “It’s nothing. Namjoon just gave me extra dips when I ordered a few days ago, it’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Hoseok gasped, in his head he was already planning your wedding, “That’s so romantic. He kept in mind that Antonio always did it for you and now he’s doing the same for you. I never knew Namjoon could be such a romantic dude.”

You let out a laugh, amused by Hoseok’s reaction, “It’s just dip, Hoseok. We’re not getting married.”

“They are texting though,” Yoongi added fuel to the fire, “She sent me screenshots. He even used emojis.”

The grin on Hoseok’s face was now manifested as you were slowly making your way to the living room where the music was coming from and the others were already playing drinking games, “He never once used emojis with me.”

“Young love must be so beautiful,” Yoongi teased you as he was letting himself fall down on his usual spot on the couch. Sometimes you wondered why out of all the people he was destined to be your best friend.

Knowing how nosy your friends are, all of them were immediately bombading you with questions.

“Who is in love?” Jeongguk’s eyes darted up from the cards he was holding on his hand, panic in his eyes visible. Surely, he thought it was about him and Taehyung – it was an open secret that they had a thing for each other.

“Soon, it won’t be me if this loser right here keeps on losing at this game,” Seokjin nagged his girlfriend, giving her thigh a small squeeze.

Before you could say anything, Norah joined the others, “I can’t believe you’re in love and didn’t tell me anything about it. Finally over Jaehyun, thank god.”

Ouch. While you were doing better day by day you still didn’t have to be reminded of the guy who ghosted you recently on your birthday.

“Guys, our little (y/n) will soon be off the market,” Hoseok announced happily, “She and Namjoon are going straight towards the dating stage.”

You facepalmed yourself, shaking your head, “That is an absolute lie, guys. Don’t believe anything Hoseok says. I am very single right now and will continue to be in the future.”

“Sure,” Yoongi scoffed, filling an empty glass with some liquor that was standing around, “As if Hoseok will let that happen. Once his mind is set it’s over for you anyways. That’s how he got me too.”

“It would be very nice if stopped talking about my love life for now,” you playfully warned them with killing glances, “It’s my birthday, you have to listen to me after all.”

Jeongguk raised his glass, gesturing for everyone to do the same, “To our beloved (y/n). May the new year of her life be filled with fun, love and more sex than the last one.”

“God knows she needs it,” Seokjin yelled as all of your glasses clinked and you were gulping down the bitter liquor in your cup.

The night went by much to your liking: Filled with laughter, reminicising old memories, one of them including that one time Yoongi yeeted a full water bottle against your temple, drinking and the feeling of being together, right where you belonged.

Of course, Hoseok out of all people brought up the brilliant idea to order some pizza – not going to lie, despite the ulterior motive Hoseok definitely had, it would not have been a normal night if you didn’t get pizza at one point.

You were sure that everytime your friends were over at your place you ordered pizza, it was the most normal thing but with Hoseok’s sheepish grin as he ordered you suddenly felt like it wasn’t the best idea.

Seeing Namjoon in combination of him bringing something as delicious as pizza was a birthday present in itself but you just had a bad feeling about Hoseok already plotting something you couldn’t see coming right now in the back of his mind.

The door bell rang around 10.45, the evening just getting started and you were unable to open it, due to you being entangled between Seokjin’s and Norah’s limbs in a heated game of Twister that you were not willing to lose.

“Ask him to come too after his shift is over,” you ordered Hoseok as he was jumping up from his space on the couch to open it for you, “It would be rude not to ask.”

Hoseok scoffed, shaking his head, “You really think I wouldn’t have done that anyway?”

Namjoon was rather surprised to see Hoseok open the door but he figured out that there was a small gathering going on as soon as he heard the screams from the living room – luckily he wasn’t around to see you sandwiched between your friends after Seokjin decided he had enough of you two and just let himself fall on top of you with his whole weight crushing you.

“I was already worried as to why (Y/N) ordered seven pizzas tonight,” Namjoon let out a laugh as he greeted Hoseok with a fast handshake.

Hoseok knew that he couldn’t be too obvious with Namjoon about his plans – he was sure that he could get it to work between the two of you but he knew his oldest friend, he might be smart but he also was the clumsiest guy on earth, especially when it came to girls.

He chuckled, “It’s her birthday today, we’re celebrating in a small round.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened, instantly feeling bad for not knowing that today was your special day, “You should’ve told me. I would’ve texted her about it earlier then. Now it’s almost too late.”

Hoseok nodded, a suspicious smile on his lips, “I would have if you wouldn’t have kept it a secret from me that you’re talking to her in the first place.”

He offered Hoseok a helpless smile, almost apologetic, “Sorry, I forgot to mention it. We’re not even really talking. She just orders pizza a lot and I got her number from the delivery note.”

“Sure, sure,” Hoseok answered, making sure Namjoon knew that he didn’t believe him a single word, “No need to make excuses. She’s cute, I’m not blind. When do you get off today?”

Checking his watch for a second he didn’t notice you coming around the corner, “In fifteen minutes. You’re my last delivery, just have to bring back the car after this.”

“You should come over after,” his voice made him look up, almost seeming surprised to see you at your own home, “You can’t say no, it’s my birthday.”

He broke into a smile, nodding instantly, “Happy birthday, (y/n). I’ll see you in twenty, alright?”

“Don’t let me wait too long,” you almost sing-sang as you took a few of the pizza cartons from his hand, turning your back to him and Hoseok again as you walked to the living room.

Namjoon let out a frustrated sigh after you were gone when he saw the teasing glance of his friend.

“You’re whipped already dude,” Hoseok let out a laugh as he took the other pizzas, “See you in a few minutes. Be fast, I’ll make sure that she’s drunk when you arrive. She gets even chattier when she’s under the influence. I can’t wait for my newest project.”

As he came back and all of you sat around your living room table, ready to eat and chat and taking a break of the games you were playing you felt excited. It was embarrassing and probably childish but the thought of Namjoon coming over later made you feel almost giggly.

When the doorbell rang again you were quick to get up and make sure you were the one opening it.

You were still pretty sober and a part of you wanted it to stay that way just so you could take in Namjoon sober, not influenced by anything else.

But as you opened the door, you instantly knew that you actually might need more alcohol tonight than ever before.

“Jay,” your voice was thin and you had to clear your throat in order for it to come back, “What are you doing here?”

Instead of Namjoon’s face you were greeted with his and not only did you not want to see him, you also didn’t want to be reminded of him at all.

“It’s your birthday and I know it was mean of me to –” he started to explain, flowers and chocolate in his hand but you had to interrupt him. You just had to stop him from talking before you could allow him to hurt you again.

You might play around with Yoongi and claim you’re falling in love with every second pretty face you meet but the truth is that you barely ever let anyone in and Jay once again was the living proof on why you should keep it that way.

You liked him, you truly did – you could see yourself with him, in a serious and loving relationship. Jay and you had good sex, you could easily have a serious conversation with him in one second and then almost die of laughter in the next, you talked every single day, he called you before going to bed and everything seemed perfect.

Until one day, it didn’t. It all went down really fast – first he didn’t call anymore, the next day he barely responded to your texts, a few days later he didn’t even talk to you at all anymore.

You remember calling him drunk one night and he actually picked up for once only to tell you that you needed to respect his opinion. And you wanted to – you were the last one to run after a guy but the way he ghosted you just seemed unfair to you.

“Stop it, please,” you let out a long sigh, eyelids closing as you were trying to control the anger building in your stomach, “You have to leave right now.”

But you knew Jay and his stubborn self, he wouldn’t leave easily, “You don’t have to invite me in but please let me explain.”

Rubbing your temple in distress you almost considered hearing him out, almost got weak for a second. But then you thought about all the times you cried your eyes out over him, you got drunk and ate like shit and didn’t take care of yourself anymore, you were so lovesick you even skipped your friends’ parties and on the worst days you didn’t even have the energy to answer their texts.

You were still hurting, still wondering about why you weren’t good enough and how he could leave so easily when you were having such a hard time to get over him but that didn’t mean you were weak.

Just because it still hurt didn’t mean you had to hear him out.

Wrinkles formed on Jaehyun’s forehead as he desperately tried to get your attention, “Give me one more chance.”

Luckily, the anger overpowered the sadness inside of you as you heard those words out of his mouth. For weeks you were longing to hear those words and go back to normal but that was no more.

“Are you completely insane?” your eyes widened furiously, your nails lightly pressing itself into the palm of your hands, “How dare you come here on my birthday and act like this? After all you’ve done.”

Jay nodded, his hand trying to get ahold of your shoulder to make you look at him but you didn’t let him touch you. “I know I sound insane but I can’t be without you.”

A scoff was all you could offer him as an answer, not believing that he had the balls to say stuff like that, “Go get some help, Jay.”

Before he could say anything, you heard Yoongi’s sarcastic chuckle from behind you, also not believing his eyes, “Everything okay (Y/N)?”

“Yoongi,” Jay almost sounded relieved to see him, “Help me out here. I’m trying to own up to my mistakes.”

Yoongi shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t seem to be as mad as you but he clearly was taking your side, “Dude, you have to let it go. You can’t just come here and make a scene.”

As if the situation at hand wasn’t bad enough, Hoseok came up from behind you at the same time Namjoon was walking to your door behind Jay.

With each passing second everything just seemed to become messier. Hoseok didn’t hate Jay, you were sure Hoseok was not even able to feel hate towards someone, but after all he did to you he certainly wasn’t very fond of him.

And what he disliked even more was someone putting stones in his way as he was trying to set you up with someone who he was sure would treat you way better than Jay ever could.

“Namjoon, thank god you’re here,” Hoseok’s voice sounded hopeful, “Jay, it’s time to leave. As you can see, you’re not needed anymore. Goodbye.”

Namjoon clearly was beyond perplexed as to what was going on – it was like he walked straight into a battlefield. He didn’t know you very well but you were clearly angry, the unfamiliar guy standing in the doorframe next to him the reason for it.

Putting one and one together fast, Namjoon understood what Hoseok meant.

“Hello,” with a fake smile, he greeted the stranger next to him, “I have no idea who you are but judging the glances (Y/N) is throwing you you’re not very welcomed.”

You were thankful that Namjoon came to your rescue – Jaehyun would not have shut up if Yoongi or Hoseok told him to but a complete new face telling him that he better should leave had an impact on him.

Stepping past him and inside Namjoon wrapped his arm around your shoulder as an obvious statement towards Jay and threw you a small, reassuring smile, “Happy birthday once again, should we go inside and have a nice evening now? Or do you still want to talk to him?”

You made a note in the back of your mind, making sure to thank Namjoon for saving you later. Who knows what the outcome would have been if he didn’t play along?

“No, let’s go,” you nodded as the four of you were turning around to leave Jay at the doorstep.

“(Y/N), you know I love you right?” you heard Jay yell after you as a last try to make you change your mind but Yoongi was quick to shut the door behind him, not having Jay’s shit anymore.

You came to a halt in your hall as Namjoon’s arm left your shoulder – you didn’t want to cry but you could feel your nose tingling and hot tears coming to you eyes as you heard him say those three words.

For a second you were unable to move, in complete shock and before you knew it, some of the tears were rolling down your face. It wasn’t like you were crying heavily, you just spilled some tears and you promised yourself right then and there that those tears would be last ones you ever cry for him.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to say with a shaking voice.

“Sorry for what?” Yoongi chuckled, wiping the tears out of your face, “For wasting so much time on a jerk like him? It’s okay, we forgive you.”

You let out a small laughter through the tears, followed by a deep breath before turning to Namjoon. What bugged you the most was that he had to witness all of that.

“Thank you for having my back there,” you told him and only saw Yoongi and Hoseok sneaking away in the corner of your eyes to once again leave you two to talk alone, “I feel a bit embarrassed to be honest.”

Namjoon shook his head reassuringly, his hand on your arm as an offer of comfort, “Nothing to be ashamed of. Whoever that guy was, and I am assuming he is or was more than a friend to you, he seemed like an asshole.”

“Was,” you informed him immediately, “Was more than a friend. The only thing he is, present tense, is just another regret of mine.”

Nodding, Namjoon looked into your eyes and offered you a smile, “Are you okay?”

“A bit hurt and agitated but more than ready to move on,” you answered him, the corners of your mouth turning into a smile.

“Good,” he chuckled before pulling you into a hug, “I didn’t get to properly congratulate you yet. You could’ve told me your birthday was coming up, now I had no time to think of a present for you.”

Waving him off, you were about to assure him that he didn’t need to get you anything at all but before you could he was already getting a small package out of his bag.

“I can’t believe you still got me something,” you lectured him but he shushed you immediately.

“Just take it and open it. It’s just something very small but I saw it at the gas station on my way here and just had to get it for you.”

You could feel your heart melting already as he gave you the present but when you opened it and realized what it was, you swear your heart was melting away like butter in the sun.

A genuine laugh bursted out from you, “A puzzle and a bottle of wine. You just gifted me a perfect evening.”

You hugged him once again, thanking him for the present. It might have been something small but the meaning behind it was big. It was thoughtful, clever, cute and actually useful. Maybe even your favorite present of the evening, right after Yoongi’s and Hoseok’s that is.

“I got the biggest one they had so if you need help with it you just have to text me,” his voice was nothing more than a mumble as he was still embracing you. Well played, Kim Namjoon.

“Oh, believe me, I will.”

No matter how much you promised yourself not to let it get to you, Jay was not giving up. Calls, texts, flowers delivered to your door. He was putting in effort and even though you appreciated it, you told him more than once that you’ll not come back.

It’s been like this ever since your birthday five days ago. A part of you was curious as to what changed in his mind for him to go back and fight for you now but you knew as soon as you let him explain you would let him in again – and letting him in again was something you desperately wanted, and needed to avoid.

So, you fell down your hole again – it was exhausting and draining to act like everything was fine when you felt confused and hurt inside.

“Don’t cry too much, will you promise me?” Yoongi asked you from the other side of the phone.

You let out a sad chuckle, “I won’t promise. I’ll bawl my eyes out tonight. I’m in the mood for crying.”

Your best friend wasn’t very quiet about how much he hated seeing you like this. It was his way of showing you he cares. He checked in with you and told you you’re a helpless mess, trying to cheer you up in his own way, “Well, then you go and be a crybaby over a guy that doesn’t even deserve you. I tried.”

You laughed at his salty words, knowing he didn’t mean them, “Why am I even friends with you?”

“Been asking myself the same question for years,” he nagged you, “I have to go now. Stop sulking, get over that loser and then distract yourself with that cute delivery guy you always talk about. Bye.”

You haven’t seen Namjoon ever since your birthday but you were texting each other every now and then. Namjoon wasn’t stupid though, he knew you were having your own problems to deal with right now, not even trying to flirt with you as long as you were struggling.

There you were, sitting in your flat all alone, not knowing what to do with yourself. The most likely option was going to bed, crying your eyes out and craving for someone to hold you. That also was the most pathetic option but you stopped caring a long time ago.

Just as you were washing your face and brushing your teeth to get ready to go to bed, even though it wasn’t even that late yet, you heard the door bell ring, ignoring it. You weren’t expecting anyone and the possibility of Jay standing outside was way too high.

What you didn’t expect was another familiar voice yelling for you, “Delivery for (y/n). I know you’re home. Your light is on, idiot.”

You fastly walked over to the door and were surprised to see Namjoon in front of you, a pitying smile on his face. It was a terrible thought for him to see you like that.

By now you knew Namjoon well enough to know that he was the last one to judge you for going through a hard time but you still hated that he probably thought you were an emotional wreck (didn’t matter that he was very right with that).

“I didn’t order anything,” you said a bit startled, not knowing what was going on.

Shrugging, he handed you a paper bag, “I know but that’s the perk of being friends with a delivery guy. Surprise deliveries.”

You almost pouted because you were so touched by Namjoon taking care of you, “You really didn’t have to.”

A grin appeared on his face, the beautiful sight of his dimples making your chest hurt a bit. Namjoon seemed to be the perfect guy, right in front of you, but you couldn’t stop mourning over some idiot, “I wanted to. Plus, I missed you.”

What pissed you off the most was that you were doing better without Jay and then he had to show up and make you fall back to square one.

You smiled at Namjoon, a genuine smile, not one of the many fake ones you had to pull off over the last few days, “You’re too good to me.”

Namjoon would be willing to do almost anything to just get a genuine smile from you. He talked to Hoseok about it a few days ago and realized that his friend was right – for whatever reason, he was more than interested in the human form of a walking disaster that stood in front of him.

A part of him knew from the beginning but the more he got to know you, the more he got to appreciate your little quirks and flaws.

As you thanked him once again after a bit of small talk you let him go back to work and sat down on the bed to see what Namjoon brought you - your stomach was growling like crazy, you didn’t even realize how hungry you were. Thank god you have a Namjoon to take care of you.

The bag had a whole pot of ice-cream, two bottles of wine and a little note in it.

[ Cry it all out & cheer up soon. Until then, here’s some comfort in the form of food and alcohol for you. ]

Your stomach was tingling reading the little message – a small pout appeared on your lips, feeling both touched by Namjoon’s cute gesture and also miserable because you wanted to over Jay already.

Not only did you want to forget Jay, even more you wanted to completely fall in love with Namjoon. You wanted to experience what kissing him would be like and being held by him at night and also waking up next to him in the morning.

And with that mindset, you swallowed down your tears, shook any thought regarding Jay out of your mind and finally blocked his number. It was about time to do that. If only Yoongi was here to witness that moment, he sure would have been proud.

It was only 11.25 p.m. – you swore it felt like the middle of the night as you checked your phone, slightly annoyed.

But after turning around in your bed for several hours, you gave up on the idea of sleep. You weren’t even tired in the first place, you just wanted this miserable day to end.

If you couldn’t fall asleep you at least could waste your time with something more fun than staring at the ceiling and overthinking every single thing you have ever done in your life.

And oh, what a peaceful night this could’ve been, full of sleep and nice dreams – if only you didn’t decide to start the puzzle Namjoon gifted to you.

This man really bought the most complicated one he could’ve found, about seventy percent of it consisting of very dark to black pieces.

Puzzling was supposed to be a stress reliever but right then you just wanted to throw it against the nearest wall, not even nearly finished with the frame even after two hours.

Getting your phone out of your pocket, you opened your messages with Namjoon.

[ You: Kim Namjoon, I am goin to kill you fr. ]

[ Namjoon: OH? What did I do now? ]

[ You: This puzzle is making me go insane, you better get your ass over here and help me with it just like you promised. ]

[ Namjoon: Won’t let you tell me twice, give me twenty minutes and don’t be mad at me, we’ll finish this together ♥ ]

You had no idea what came over you, inviting Namjoon to spend some time with you alone wasn’t something you planned on doing this soon but the texts were sent before you could think about them twice.

A mixture of nervousness and excitement formed in the pit of your stomach, almost regretting inviting him over.

But not even an hour later all the nervousness vanished and was replaced with something you haven’t felt in a long time – genuine fun with a guy you liked.

“Are you blind?” you asked laughing, “You can’t just press a piece in if it doesn’t fit, that’s not how it works.”

Namjoon was laughing too now, rubbing his temple in pain, “Didn’t you say puzzling was fun and relaxing? This is one of the worst things I did in a long time.”

“I promise, it’s fun usually. You just happened to gift me the hardest puzzle to exist,” you teased him, loving how easy talking to Namjoon was. This was the first time you two were together alone and still there was no sign of it being awkward or uncomfortable.

The two of you were joking around, the TV playing in the background but both of you were too concentrated on the puzzle, and also each other to even pay attention to it.

“I’m hungry,” you almost sounded whiny as you were looking for a specific piece you swear you saw just a minute ago, “Let’s order something from Piero’s pizza.”

A small gasp came out of Namjoon’s mouth, “You actually like our pizza? I always thought you’re just ordering that often because you wanted to see me.”

“You’re confident I see,” as a small laughter escaped your lips as you shook your head, “But I have to dissapoint you. Piero’s pizza is the best pizza in town.”

“You have terrible taste,” Namjoon was clearly not agreeing with you, his eyebrows narrowed, “I knew even someone like you has to have a flaw.”

Laughing at his cheesy remark, you decided to still order from his workplace, no matter what he said - this was your house and in that house you love and support Piero’s pizza place.

It was around one in the morning when your and Namjoon’s heartfelt laughter while eating pizza and talking about just anything that came to your mind was interrupted by the loud and annoying sound of your doorbell. By now you were close to just turning it off so you wouldn’t have to deal with Jay’s attempts anymore.

Expecting the worst, you shook your head in disbelief and mumbled, “This guy really has some nerves, showing up in the middle of the night.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows knitted together, instantly understanding who was on the other side of the door. He felt a weird feeling of being uncomfortable rushing over him.

Not because he actually felt uncomfortable with you, no, he loved every second you spend together – the thought of you maybe giving in to Jay again after all was what caused the turmoil in his stomach.

He knew it wasn’t right to feel like this, some might even say he was jealous but he couldn’t help it. Of course, he himself was aware that the two of you were nowhere near being more than friends, you barely even were friends in the first place. Namjoon was sure that to you, he was nothing more than a friend of a friend and per chance also the delivery guy of your go-to pizza place.

But Namjoon wanted it to be more so bad – he could barely explain why he had this strong urge to make you like him, why he was so interested in you in the first place. It was like an instinct of his body to try to keep you as close as possible, as if something inside of him was screaming at him to make you his.

“Should I open it?” he suggested and you looked at him with curiousity in your eyes, “Maybe if he thinks you have a new guy he’ll stop bugging you.”

You considered his offer for a second but you knew Jay well enough – Jay was too stubborn to give up and also too clever to not see right through it.

Declining his offer you pressed your lips into a thin line, “That’s very nice of you but as long as you’re not opening the door with messy hair and in boxershorts I doubt he’ll buy it. It’s 1 A.M. and a boyfriend wouldn’t wear perfectly styled hair or nice tight jeans.”

Namjoon let out a laugh, agreeing with what you said – if he was more than a friend the two of you certainly wouldn’t be dressed and sitting on the couch while puzzling at this ungodly hour.

As the doorbell rang again, you took a deep breath before yelling towards the door, “Just a second.”

Just as you were about to get up and face the idiot on the other side of the door, Namjoon stopped you.

“Just how much does this guy bug you?” he asked you.

Rubbing your temple, you let out a sigh, “I wish he would just finally stop trying. I don’t know what else I should tell him to make him stop.”

“Got you,” he then said, getting up from the couch. You weren’t sure what to expect but it certainly was nowhere near what Namjoon had in mind.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he almost sounded embarrassed, ears bright red as he pulled his hoodie over his head, a white basic shirt underneath it. Next he started to open his belt, making your eyes grew wide, “Please act like this never happened afterwards okay?”

Namjoon was stripping down his pants in front of you and it was hard to say which one of the two of you had redder cheeks. A part of you wanted to look away, the other one wanted to stare and save every second of it in the back of your mind for lonelier days. His thighs looked stone hard and your mind was filled with unholy things.

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly when his pants dropped down to the floor, in front of you a Namjoon only in boxershorts and a shirt, “I absolutely owe you one.”

He waved you off, shaking his head, “Don’t worry. I just wouldn’t have thought you’d see me only in my boxershorts tonight.”

As he was walking to the door and out of sight, the smile on your face grew wider and wider. The inappropiate thoughts rushing through your mind not helping the adrenaline in your body to calm down very soon.

You almost felt like a giddy teenager again who was about to experience her first kiss. Except for that you were an adult and you were nowhere near getting kissed - you were most likely just reading too much into the situation but you still allowed your mind to do so.

“Namjoon?” you heard a familiar voice, one that definitely was not Jaehyun’s from the door, sounding more than confused.

“Oh god,” you then heard Namjoon mumble under his breath, getting up fastly to see what kind of scenario was going down on your front door.

You were surprised with two pair of eyes, wide wide open, looking at you and Namjoon. The little smirk on Yoongi’s lips gave away that he was enjoying the awkward moment a bit too much and Hoseok’s laughter a few moments later made you let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding.

“This is absolutely not what it looks like,” you promised, now standing next to Namjoon, “What are you even doing here?”

“We wanted to accompany your depressed ass,” Yoongi said with the widest gummy smile of him you’ve seen in a long time, “But I see you’re doing just fine without us.”

Namjoon closed his eyes in frustration, knowing exactly that the two of them will never let you live this moment down, “Why don’t you come in?”

Hoseok’s voice was higher than usual, a teasing tone in it, “You sure we’re not disturbing anything? We can leave you two lovebirds alone.”

Now also frustrated, you threw your head back, shaking your head, “Stop being a pain in the ass and come inside.”

So, there you were a few moments later, Yoongi and Hoseok sitting on your couch opposite of you and a still half naked Namjoon. It almost felt like your parents caught you with a boy in the house and now made you have the most awkward talk you probably could have.

Breaking the silence, Yoongi raised his eyebrow at you, “Glad you’re getting laid again.”

In an instant you threw him a warning glance, shushing him, “I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“Why are you so tense about it?” Hoseok asked curious yet the smile never left his lips, “We were rooting for you anyways.”

“We weren’t having sex or anything like that,” Namjoon started to explain to his friends what happened. He told them that the two of you texted each other every now and then, about the food he brought you earlier, you asking him to come over, the two of you just puzzling and drinking wine up to the point where you thought Jaehyun was on the other side of the door.

“That’s all that happened,” you hold your hands up as if you were pleading not guilty, “No sex, no making out, not even holding hands.”

Your friends looked at each other, still with suspicious smiles and mischief in their eyes.

“What is there to smirk about now?” you almost whined, not wanting to discuss this awkward situation any longer.

As much as you loved your friends, you just wanted them to leave again. Namjoon and you were just getting to know each other and god knows how much teasing from these two he could take.

The evening was so much fun and you were sure that Namjoon and you could go into the direction you wanted to, if only your friends didn’t decide to cockblock you.

“Nothing, nothing,” Hoseok assured you, shrugging lightly, “But just so I got this right: The two of you were hanging out alone, in your apartment, late in the evening, drinking wine together, right?”

“That’s a date,” Yoongi finished what Hoseok was trying to say, “Maybe not an intentional one but surely you wouldn’t just do that with any other guy.”

Protesting, you pointed your finger at the couple in front of you, “You’re wrong. I would certainly love to spend a wine night with you alone. Or Hoseok.”

Hoseok let out a laugh, shaking his head, “But we’re both in a relationship. A homosexual one, that is.”

“Just saying,” Yoongi shrugged, already knowing that he was right, “You wouldn’t spend your evening like this with Jeongguk or Jimin. But with our Namjoon here things are different, right?”

You wanted to disagree, wanted to put him in his place and make him lose this argument. You wanted to discuss this with him until you swiped off that shit-eating grin of his face so bad. But you couldn’t.

Not a single good response came to your mind to disprove him and instead, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

Hoseok let out an excited shriek of joy, nodding heavily, “You’re speechless! Speechless because Yoongi is right.”

“Guys, why don’t we just –” Namjoon started, trying to de-escalate the situation like the peacemaker he was but he had no choice, Hoseok interrupting him only a second after he opened his mouth.

“Don’t you even think we’ll be only picking on (Y/N),” he started, making himself more comfortable on the couch as a sign of him not planning to leave before he enjoyed every single moment of this situation, “Let’s talk about you then, Namjoon.”

“I’d rather not,” he mumbled under his breath before sighing. He knew just as good as you that once Hoseok started to tease, he won’t stop until he wanted to.

“We’ve known each other for so many years,” Hoseok was clearly enjoying this way too much, the amusement and sarcasm in his voice thick, “Yet not once have I seen you do something you’re not allowed to, just like taking a detour to deliver food to a girl’s house for example.”

“You’re cruel,” Namjoon stated in response, knowing there was nothing he could say.

Both of you were just enduring right then, hoping it won’t become awkward between you two after the others are gone again.

“I’m just saying it’s cute that the two of you are getting closer,” Hoseok pouted, acting like the angel he sometimes can be, “You look good together. You obviously are attracted to each other and you’re getting closer, we all know which direction this is going and I think that’s great. Our (Y/N) only had bad luck with guys but you’re a good guy, I know you’d treat her right because I’ve known you for years but have never seen you look at someone the way you look at her.”

Yoongi chuckled as his glance met yours, the expression on your face clearly begging him to set an end to this because if anyone can stop Hoseok it would be him.

“I think we caused enough trouble,” Yoongi told his boyfriend, taking his hand in his own before gesturing towards the floor with his head, “Let’s let them have their date in peace, what do you think?”

Hoseok’s bright and shining smile turned into a soft one as soon as he felt Yoongi’s hand on his, the excited idiot becoming the loving boyfriend he is around Yoongi immediately.

No matter how much you wanted to kill Hoseok, it always made your heart melt to see the two of them like this. Their behavior towards each other was so full of love, the vitamin and the grumpy old man in front of you were still as smitten for each other as they have been since the start. If you ever would feel like this towards someone, you surely won in life.

As he got up and walked towards the door he couldn’t help but tease his friend one last time, knowing very well himself just how much he annoyed the two of you, “Stay in boxershorts, I know our (Y/N), it’ll make her go crazy – she loves thighs.”

Namjoon let out a laugh in the same moment you threw a pillow towards him, Hoseok’s fast reflexes making him duck in an instant so the pillow didn’t hit him but the plant behind him.

“Out!” you yelled at your friend but a small chuckle still escaped from you – it was almost maniac, “You terrible human being.”

As soon as you heard the door close behind them shortly after, you felt your tense body finally relax again, letting yourself fall down on the couch behind you, your eyes fixated on the ceiling, “I’m so sorry you had to go through this.”

Namjoon didn’t seem to mind all that much. He mirrored your actions, allowing his back to rest against your couch, in the space right next to you.

You could feel him shrug beside you without having to look at him, his broad shoulders only slightly brushing yours as he did so, “They weren’t completely wrong.”

No, they really weren’t. Actually, they were spot on – at least with the things they said about you. You would even go as far as saying they might have opened your eyes a little bit more.

While you were aware before that you thought of Namjoon as someone rather attractive, someone you definitely could fall for at one time in your life you didn’t realize how fast you let him in already, despite only knowing him for a short time.

Every single word Yoongi said was true and you hated how well he knew you.

The anxiety you felt during the conversation with your friends was completely gone when you realized how relaxed Namjoon was beside you. You feared he would start to feel uncomfortable, maybe even want to leave because of it but there you were, both of you drained from Hoseok’s teasing but at least without a weird tension between the two of you.

Namjoon letting out a scoff made you divert your attention from the ceiling to the man beside you - it was near shocking to see how close he was lying next to you, his face only centimeters away from your own, “What’s so funny?”

His glance shifted towards you, a smile that one could describe as almost silly-looking on his face, “Seems like we’re having a date, huh?”

“Seems like we are,” immediately you started smiliing widely, nodding your head, “Without us even knowing.”

Namjoon started to move around to lay on his side, his head propped on one elbow so he could look at you better, his whole attention on you, “If I’d ask you out on a real date, would you say yes?”

“Well, that depends on what a date with Kim Namjoon involves,” you arched an eyebrow, the playful tone in your voice making you sound way more relaxed than you were actually feeling inside.No, you were not feeling calm or cool, you felt your stomach tingling and your heart beating. The side effects of being next to Namjoon.

“Definitely not Pizza from Piero’s,” he laughed, making you do the same.

The annual campfire party of your friendgroup was the highlight of every year. It all started around four years ago when Hoseok first invited your group of friends to camp in his parents yard - back then you all were wondering why you should camp in a simple backyard but as soon as you first arrived you knew exactly why.

Not only did Hoseok’s parents have a massive yard, it also looked like the biggest cottagecore inspired movie scene you’ve ever seen with big, tall trees everywhere, wildflowers decorating the whole place and the coziest fireplace right next to an old shed, used to store tools and, once a year used for someone to make out in it while the rest of you were living your best camplife.

Ever since then you loved Hoseok’s campfire parties and this year you were even more excited because you had high hopes of ending up in Namjoon’s tent tonight.

“Turn left right there,” you navigated Namjoon who was kind enough to pick you up, “We’re almost there.”

“I know where Hoseok’s parents live, you don’t have to tell me,” Namjoon chuckled, clearly amused by your excitement, “How many people are coming?”

“Not that many,” you informed him, “Just the usual guys from our squad, their girlfriends and dates. No outsiders.”

“Leaves me wondering if I am part of the squad now or just your date,” he joked around.

Shrugging, you threw him a cheeky smile, “Depends on which one you prefer.”

He threw his head back while laughing, his dimple popping and you swore that you could never get enough of this view. By now you were whipped for Kim Namjoon and the two of you haven’t even kissed yet - it was almost scary to think how weak he could make you once you pass the flirting stage.

“I hope to be a bit of both,” he shyly admitted, making you smile instantly, “But you know, it takes two to be on a date. What do you think?”

“A date it is then,” you proudly said as he was parking the car.

As soon as you stepped out of the car you heard Jeongguk’s loud laugh alongside the music that was blasting from the backyard. Namjoon insisted on carrying not only his tent but also yours, being the stubborn gentleman he was.

“Oh, look who’s coming,” Hoseok annouced with his cup raised as he spotted the two of you, “Our two lovebirds.”

“Ay ay, such a pretty couple,” Jeongguk yelled and you wondered how he already managed to sound tipsy despite the evening just starting.

“You all have to shut your big mouthes,” you laughed as you approached your friends, all of them already sitting around the big fire in the middle on their camping stools, “Always making a big deal out of nothing.”

But once again they weren’t too wrong, were they? You noticed the way he sat down right next to you, a bit closer than he needed to be, the way he moved as soon as you moved, tense around each other, not because it was awkward but because both of you wanted to be ready for the other one.

It was already starting to get dark outside when finally everyone invited was there, everyone busy with something. A few people were setting up the tents, you and Seokjin's girlfriend were busy preparing some food while Namjoon and Yoongi tried to set up the big fire in the middle of the garden, tons of camping chairs gathered around it.

"So, how are things going between the two of you?" She asked you, not able to contain her big grin, "Are you still in denial about the fact that you're into each other?"

Throwing your head back, frustration was written all over your face, "I don't even know anymore. We're always flirting and like each other obviously but I think he doesn't want to pressure me because of the whole Jay dilemma."

"Well, I see how that can be frustrating but on the other hand that is very considerate of him, isn't it?" She had a point, you knew she does. He just wanted to be sure you're ready and you're comfortable but how in the world could you signal him that you were indeed more than ready?

As you stepped outside again, Namjoon was greeting you with a wide smile, gesturing you to sit down next to him. Jeongguk and Taehyung already had taped cans of beer to their hand and the music was playing loudly in the background as a few people of the group were talking about old memories from college.

Like every time, the atmosphere was cozy - the fire was keeping you warm and the stars were twinkling bright as you looked up. You loved those moments, they always made you feel peaceful. Seeing all of your dear ones together, having fun without a worry in the world warmed up your heart, you knew in the moment that you were making memories. Not to mention the special feeling of having someone next to you who you liked so much, he made your heart beat faster.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon whispered for only you to hear and you saw how for a second his hand was hovering just above your knee but he stopped himself - you wish he didn't, "You're unusually quiet."

Not thinking about it you put your hand on top of his, making his own hand rest on your thigh. It felt surprisingly easy and right to have it there, as if it belonged there.

Looking over to him, you leaned closer to reassure him, "I'm just enjoying the moment. It's nice to be here, with you."

He didn't have to say anything for you to know that he was feeling the same - the soft and calm smile was reassuring enough.

The party was in full swing when you decided to leave it for a bit, walking over to the part in the back of Hoseok’s garden, where everything was quiet, the only sounds coming from your friends that were playing games behind the tents but they were too far away for you to understand what they were talking about.

You didn’t have to turn around to know that the audible footsteps approaching you belonged to Namjoon; who else would come looking for you while there was a party going on only a few meters away?

He sat down beside you, his green oversized hoodie in combination with the grey beanie he was wearing were making him look so soft you wanted to bury your face in the soft fabric of the hoodie.

The dimpled smile he gave you even more managed to make your heart skip a beat and you were sure your knees would become weak if you weren’t sitting already.

“Is the party boring to you or why did you decide to flee?” he asked you, his legs crossed beside you as both of you were sitting a little bit too close to each other on Hoseok’s lawn, away from the middle of the party. For the first time in the evening it was just you and Namjoon, the rest of your friend hidden behind the many tents that were your home for the night. You wanted to be alone with him more than anything.

“No, that’s not it,” you reassured him as your eyes met and you almost felt shy, “I hoped for a certain someone to follow me so we could have some time to talk alone, away from all those drunk idiots.”

“Oh, should I tell Yoongi to come over then?” He joked, obviously knowing that you had no desire at all to talk to Yoongi right now – by now Namjoon knew that you enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed yours and even though you still were very careful about stepping out of the friendzone, you felt like you were slowly walking towards the dating-zone.

You playfully hit his chest as you laughed, “Don’t you dare to leave. I won’t let you.”

“What are you gonna do?” he scoffed, teasing you in the most playful way possible, “Run after me? Tackle me? You think you have a chance against me?”

“Probably not,” you agreed with him, “But I could always make you stay with a woman’s weapon.”

“Well, good for me that I didn’t plan on leaving again anyways,” he chuckled, the situation a tiny bit awkward because there you were – just you and Namjoon, all alone, alcohol in your veins and an obvious attraction towards each other.

By now it was safe to say that you liked Namjoon a little bit more than you would’ve expected but how couldn’t you fall for the pretty boy with a soft and kind heart?

You realized a while ago that Namjoon was the full package – he was funny and kind and cared about you, he checked in with you whenever you felt like shit and he even dealt with Hoseok’s constant bickering and teasing about the two of you. He helped you when Jay was bothering you, he listened to the small things you told him and remembered them, all in all he seemed to be the closest to a perfect human being you’ve ever met.

It was almost too good to be true but there he was, right beside you, eyes on you and you only.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” you asked him a bit shy, knowing that you had to ask him sooner or later, “I’m actually afraid of the dark.”

“Are you sure that’s the reason why?” Namjoon chuckled, “Not because you want to share the night with me?”

You rolled your eyes, acting offended, “Don’t think too highly of yourself. If you’re acting like this I’m gonna go and sleep in Jeongguk’s tent again, let me just ask him real quick.”

As you tried to get up Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you right back in with full power, making you fall into his arms. “Smooth,” you smiled up at him before daring to lay your head down in his lap.

“If you think I’m gonna let you sleep in Jeongguk’s tent you’re insane,” he chuckled as he was looking down to where you were laying, his hand carefully stroking your hair out of your face, “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” you softly answer, a grin on your face. Of course, Namjoon was right – you wanted nothing more than to spend the night with him, god knows you wanted that since forever but you also weren’t lying when you said you were afraid of the dark.

“(Y/N)?”, Namjoon’s voice went quiet and he looked a bit worried, wrinkels appearing on his forehead, “Since we agreed that this is bascially a date I need to ask you a question.”

You just nodded, wondering what was heavy on his mind.

“This Jay guy,” he started and you felt your whole body tense up at the mention of his name, “Do you still have feelings for him?”

A sigh escaped your lips, meaning every word you were about to say, “Not at all. I don’t have feelings for any guy except maybe the cute delivery guy with the dimpled smile that always gives me an extra dip.”

Namjoon’s worried expression was washed away in a second, a laughter escaping his lips, “I sure hope you are not talking about Antonio.”

Both of you were laughing now as you were getting up from Namjoon’s lap again to sit beside him, your face facing his.

“I truly do like you (Y/N). I think I knew from the first time you opened the door, drunk and with mascara running down your face.”

You chuckled, nodding, “It’s not fair, you’ve seen me at my worst and I’ve only ever seen you at your best. Do you not have any bad days, Kim Namjoon?”

“Well, I was in a pretty bad mood when I thought you might go back to that jerk but besides that, I think I’m always close to perfect,” he teased you, his fingers busy with putting a stand of your hair behind your ear.

And there it was, the moment before. Both of you were thinking the same, your faces too close to each other and his hand on your cheek to obvious to deny it, and even if that wasn’t obvious enough, Namjoon’s glance down to your lips said it all.

It was the perfect moment, the weather was fine, Namjoon looked and smelled as good as ever, you were both a little tipsy with a full party going on in the back that you ditched – but all of those things didn’t even matter anymore as soon as you felt Namjoon’s lips on yours, the warm feeling of it rushing through your whole body.

His hand was holding the side of your neck, his fingers tangled in your hair as the soft kiss between the two of you felt addicting and you wouldn’t mind if this never ended.

It didn’t take long until your kiss turned into a full make out session, you on top of his lap as he held you close,

“Namjoon,” you softly interrupted him between the kisses but he didn’t care, he just wanted to kiss you for the next hour or two.

“Namjoon,” you once again interrupted him even though you didn’t want to, making him stop the kiss and rest his forehead against yours.

“Mhh?” he asked you with his eyes closed, enjoying the moment, “What’s wrong?”

“Hoseok and Yoongi are watching us.”

Only a second later you heard the two of them screaming and hollering, making Namjoon groan in frustration.

“Get the fuck away,” he yelled over to the tents where the two of them were standing, big grins on their faces, “You’re being the biggest cockblocks.”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi screamed, clearly amused, “If I remember it right we were the ones who set you up.”

“Good for you though!” Hoseok reassured you, “Use protection. You have thirty minutes before we start roasting marshmallows but I know Namjoon won’t need that long!”

Before Namjoon could say anything else the couple turned their back towards you, walking back to the party.

You snickered, “I don’t think they’ll ever let us live.”

Namjoon agreed as he realized you were still sitting on top of his lap, his hand found your thigh, drawing small circles in the inside of it.

“You’re so pretty,” he started kissing your cheek, “You’re pretty when you’re wearing a dress, make-up and with your hair all done,” another kiss on your jawline, “Pretty when you’re drunk and crying alone at home but still give me a smile when you open the door,” the next kiss right under your ear, “Even pretty with a puzzle piece in your hair,” a kiss right on your neck, making you shiver in anticipation, “And especially pretty when you’re sitting on top of me,” this time the kiss was planted on your collarbone.

“Just wait until you see me naked then,” you joked and held his head in your hands, kissing his lips softly.

Namjoon chuckled, his head in the crook of your neck, “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive that view.”

“I know CPR, don’t worry,” you joked and he gave you another kiss, happiness written all over your face, “Should we go back?”

“Wait a second,” he took your hand in his, “I just – I need to tell you that I do want to take you out on that date we talked about when we puzzled on your place that one night. And I want to take you on so many more. I’ll go to this musical with you and Yoongi and Hoseok even though I have no idea what it’s about and I want to kiss you so many more times.”

“I think all of that sounds just perfect, Joonie.”

Pressing a kiss to your hand, he took a deep breath before his eyes met yours, “Let me call you my girlfriend from now on, okay?”

The smile on your face grew wider than ever before, nodding instantly, “That sounds nice. Yoongi and Hoseok will be euphoric.”

Namjoon laughed, pulling you close to give you another kiss – it felt even better when you thought of him as your boyfriend.

“Somewhere between all the wine bottles and pizza boxes you stole my heart,” Namjoon’s voice was soft, “Let’s go tell them, I want everyone to know.”

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sunflowerbi · 4 years ago

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Hey! I absolutely love your blog and your work. Idk if you take request but idk who to ask lol. Would you be open to writing something about how Villanelle learnt to cook? If you can make it sappy and with Eve in it obv, even better!

This is so nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god. anyway i absolutely take requests, and this was lovely to write. hopefully it’s in the realm of what you wanted? It’s on ao3 too (link’s in my pinned post) hope you like it!!

Villanelle had a sorted history with food. As a young child it was only a resource, something she needed to survive and never had enough of. She still remembered digging through the kitchen when her mother wasn’t home, desperately looking for anything she might not notice disappearing. It was something to be guarded, occasionally stolen, never shared. She hated food, hated her reliance on it, the way it controlled her. She’d spent plenty of nights unable to sleep for the gnawing pain in her stomach. She couldn’t do much with food then, at most she’d been able to heat things that needed it and pour salt on it to cover the taste. She never cooked anything, not really. She had fleeting memories of watching her father cook, but they were blurred, made her feel a mixture of sadness and comfort she mostly avoided. Between her mother and the orphanage, she spent most of her time trying to ignore her way she dizzied when she stood, her body demanding food she couldn’t provide.

In prison she worried less about where her food came from, sure, but she hated it just as much. Food kept her alive, and it always tasted like shit. She wasn’t fighting for enough food to live, but still would have rather not bothered with it at all. She was eventually assigned to the kitchen, which was better than scrubbing toilets, but peeling potatoes did very little to improve her opinion of food. It was a dirty kitchen where they made shitty food, and nothing ever changed. She peeled potatoes, then she cooked meat, then she mashed potatoes. She wasn’t allowed to cut anything, something about violent tendencies.

It wasn’t until much later that Villanelle learned to love food. When she got paid by the twelve for the first time, she went to the most expensive restaurant she could find and ordered the most expensive meal. She went to the cheapest place too, ordered food for a dollar and ate it. Food was a luxury she refused to deny herself, now. If she saw food she wanted, she’d buy it. More importantly, she taught herself to cook. She decided she wouldn’t rely on anyone else to provide food for her, she would fill her own stomach. She slept with a few chefs, dug through their things while they were asleep. She copied recipes, stole fancy tools they left lying around, found out what spices they used, ordered them from around the world.

She found independence in cooking, being able to make something solid for herself. She would spend free days picking out the most complicated recipes and perfecting them, hours just figuring out the perfect balance of spices. It staved off the overwhelming boredom she so often found herself drowning in, gave her something to focus on. Cooking created a moment where nothing else was happening in her own universe, she moved around the kitchen with frenzied grace, entirely wrapped in her movements.

The first time she cooked for someone else, she cooked for Konstantin, made him one of his favorite meals. He told her it was fine, but she didn’t miss the way he smiled as he ate, didn’t even try to reject her offer to send some home with him. (She saw him eat it in his car.) She cooked for him occasionally, after making him admit that her food was wonderful. She demanded places to stay with kitchens she could at least cook in a little everywhere she went, something to busy her mind while she waited for her next assignment.

The first time she cooked for Eve broke her open. Spaghetti, a nod to dreams from times past. As she dropped fresh pasta into the pot, she felt tears begin to form. She was overwhelmed by the sudden softness of it all, something she knew she didn’t deserve but was far too selfish to ever give away. Here was Eve, eagerly awaiting food she was cooking. Cooking was, in the end, a way to give yourself to someone, and she had never wanted so desperately to give someone all of herself.

“Villanelle? What’s wrong?” Eve was suddenly wrapped around her, dropping her chin onto Villanelle’s shoulder.

“Nothing. I do not think I deserve you, darling Eve, but I get to give you this spaghetti, and I want to give you everything. I want to give you all of me and all of the world. You deserve it.” It was a quiet confession, Eve was surprised she could even hear it, but she relished in it just the same.

“Maybe you don’t deserve me, maybe I don’t deserve you. I’m not sure I give a damn what we deserve, honestly. I love you, sweetheart, more than I ever thought I could love a person. So, if you don’t deserve me, that’s a problem for the universe. I want you, and hell if I’m going to let anything change that.”

Villanelle turned, pressing a gentle kiss against Eve’s lips. “You are my everything. Now find some plates, you’re going to make me overcook the pasta.” This time, a smack on the ass as Eve walked away.

“That was the best spaghetti I’ve ever eaten, babe.” Eve smiled, leaning back in her chair.

“It’s because I am the best, obviously.” Villanelle stood up, reaching her hand out for Eve to take. “Let’s dance, then, my love.”

“I can’t believe you tried to convince me you didn’t like to dance.”

“I had never danced with you; I did not realize how wonderful it could be.”

“Thank you for cooking tonight, I loved watching you make your way around the kitchen. You looked like you’d been cooking in there forever.”

“I hope I will be.”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

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geo-winchester · 5 years ago

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Lucky

Summary: Yn and Poe meet after a night on a bar, she was knew on the city and he was sang on the same bar as her, after that he show her a little of the city.

A/N: hi! So first of all sorry for been a little absent second I king of inspire on the son of lucky of Jason Mraz and Ximena sariñana, I used that son for one of the parts but I think it can be what ever song you like, I hope you like!

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Yn had been sitting on the bar for a long time, she feel how her hands sweat as she keep hearing at the singer on the stage, she’s been wanting to do this for a long time but she never got the guts to sing in front of an audience but after move to a different city and found that little bar she decide to give it a try, she wait until it was her turn, she gave a drink to her beer before she concentrate in the guy who was performing in that moment, his curl hair cover part of his face but she could see the little bear he had, she pay attention to the song and she recognizer, he was signing one of her favorite songs. As if he could feel her staring he look up and look her directly to her eyes as he give her a smile, for a moment she forgot about where she was and what she was about to do. When he was done with his song she take the last zip of her beer and made her way to the stage, the guy who finish was descending from the stage and wink at her.

-Break a leg- he said with a smile, but when she saw how nervous she was he stop for a moment -it helps if you picture yourself practicing- she nod.

-Thank you.

-Give it up for YN YLN- as she made her way to the piano she could hear the people applauding.

-Hi everyone my name is Yn and I think you’ll know this song- she said.

She take a deep breath before she start to play piano man on the piano, she could see the smile on the faces of the people on the bar when they recognized the song, she smiled when they join her on the chorus and for the most part of the song and when she was playing the final notes she could feel how fast her heart, the people cheer as she made her way down of the stage. She get back to her sit where the barman gave her a beer and congratulate her, she stay for a few hours before she decide it was time to go, before she start to walk trough the sidewalk, she hear someone coming to her.

-Hey- The guy from before get close to her.

-Oh hey, you’re the guy who sang before me, I like your song- she said.

-Thank you, I also like you... I mean your song- she smile.

-Thank you, I didn’t know if I was going to be brave enough to do it- she said.

-Well good thing you did it- he said -This was your first time?- she nod.

-Is that obvious?- he shook his head a little.

-I practically leave here and I never saw you before.

-Well I move here a few weeks ago and I saw the poster of free singers and I thought that I could try out- she said, he nod.

-So you don’t know the city, uh?- she shook her head.

-Not really only the way from my house and work- he nod again.

-Well... maybe you’ll like to see it with me?- she thought about it for a minute -I can show you the cheapest restaurant of the zone?- she finally nod making him smile, he took his guitar before start to walk down the road and she look at him confuse -we’re going to walk to it, good thing you didn’t bring the piano- he wink.

As they walk side by side, they talked about different things but mostly about the musics they like which was the music that make them fall in love in music, she didnt even pay that much of attention to where they walking, but he had something that she feels comfortable with him even in those moments when none of them say a word. When he stop she look around looking for a restaurant but she only saw a market and a few people coming in or out of the market.

-What are we doing here?- she asked.

-I told you I’ll bring you to the cheapest restaurant- he smile.

-And a market is the cheapest?- he nod while he kneel in front of the guitar case and take the instrument -Ok I’m lost here, know what are you doing?

-This is the best way to make money and we can buy what ever we want- he shrugged -you want to go first?

-Not really- he nod.

-I’ll do the first one, but if you don’t join me I’ll keep all the money for myself...

-And you going to let me starving to death?- he shrugged.

-That depends on you- he wink.

He start to play his guitar as he sings, the few people came and put some money on the case, she look at him, she like the way he sing and in some point he didn’t take his eyes from her making her blush, the people who stay to listen him applause when he was done, he took the money before he walk to her.

-30 bucks, do you thing you can do it better?- she laugh.

-Wow a little too competitive no?- he shrugged before he smile -If I’m being honest I think most of the people gave you money because you seen hungry- both of them laugh

-Is part of the act- he said -are you going to join me?- she look at him for a moment before she sighed.

-I really hate you- she said as she get up -If I get more money than you, you’re going to buy all the food by yourself- he smile and nod.

She took the guitar and slowly walk to the open case, she could feel how her body was shaking and with a deep breath she start to play the guitar, Poe recognized the song immediately she was about to sing but he start to sing the song making her smile, the people who was getting out of the market stop to listen to them but none of them where interesting about them, the only thing they care was them, they never stop seeing each others eyes, she blushed when they were done and he didn’t take his eyes from her, she turn to the case and take the money.

-the moment of the truth- she said and start to count the dollars- 27, 28, 29, 30 and... 31...

-That’s cheating! I help you with the song!

-Hey I didn’t told you to help me and a deal is a deal- she said.

-that song didn’t work for just one person!- she thought for a moment.

-Fine, I’ll help you to buy something- she said as she roll her eyes.

-Thank you!

Yn feel like a high school girl with the food he choice for them, a couple of sandwiches, some potatoes chips and a beer, but as they walk to the market choosing what they were going to eat she thought it’s been one of the best nights that she spend with a guy, she didn’t know what but he has something that made her want to stay for as long as she could.

-So what do you do for leaving?- he asked her as he set the food on a table outside of the market.

-I work on a music record- she said, Poe freeze for a moment but he relax when she start to laugh -Sorry, I’m kidding I just want to see your face- she laugh a little more -I worked for a little newspaper from my hometown.

-What changed?

-I don’t know, I felt that I was stuck on that place and that I was wasting my life because I was afraid of the change... so I come here for an interview about a month ago and when they call me that the job was mine I freak out... I mean what was I thinking, all my family, all my friends were there, how can I leave them... My mom was the one who make me come here, she told me that I wasn’t happy there and that I should follow what I think was the best for me.

-She sounds like an amaizing women

-She is- she smiled at the thought for her mother, then she look at him -and what about you? You always want to be a musician?

-meh... kind of, as you my mother make me follow this path but in a different way.

-How’s that?

-She died when I was 10 years old, but I remember her playing the guitar or singing to me so I could slept, she want to be a musician when she was younger and I think that inspired me, but my dad want me to be a doctor and I want to please him so I went to college I kept singing and playing for fun and before I knew I had to make a choice, to please my father or to follow what I want...

-And you follow your dreams...- he shook his head.

-I do this for fun, after a lot of thinking I realize that I didn’t want to be famous, the music was something I share with my mother, I felt that that was the way I could connect with her and I didn’t want to loose that...

-But it’s ok to sing in a bar?- he shrugged.

-Is like I had both of the things I like- he took a chip in to his mouth.

-Wait... so you could just pay for this? Why you make me sing?

-Because I didn’t know if I was going to see you again and I want to hear you, and I know that I would hear you again- he wink.

-You seem pretty sure about that...

Poe was thinking about the first time he met his wife, after a long day on the hospital the only thing he want to do was to get home and spend time with his family, but he didn’t know why he stay for a moment on a car looking at his weeding ring, it’s been a while since that night, and he thank his lucky star that he took that night free, after that day they become close pretty quickly, of course they fight for a few things but nothing they couldn’t fix, she was there when he become the surgeon chief just like he was there when she became the newspaper’s director. When he step inside of the house he could hear her humming on the living room, he walk to her and saw her carrying their little boy on her arms and smiled when he recognized the song she was humming, he hug her from behind and kiss her temple.

-Hey sweetheart- he said before he take the baby on his arms -Hey buddy- he said and put his other arm around her -Have I told you how lucky I am?

-You mention a couple of times- she said with a smiled, the baby move -I think he want you to play the guitar for him.

-He’s not even a year and he already love music.

-Well, that’s because you sang to him all the pregnancy- she said making him smile -How was your day?

-Hard- he said -I just want to come home and be with you.

-We missed you too- she said as she kiss his cheek.

-You know I should thank your mother more often.

-Why?-she asked.

-because she was the one to convince you to come here- he said and she blushed.

-Sometimes you’re a dork- she said.

-but I’m your dork.

-You’re damn right about that- she said, he look at her with surprise.

-You heard that little David? Mommy just said a bad word- he said.

-You’re the one who said a hundred of bad words in front of...- he make her stop with a kiss.

-I love you- he said.

-I love you too.

-Thank god to that because this could be ackward if you didn’t- she roll her eyes before both of them start to laugh.

-By the way I’m still going to complain about your bad language in front of our song- she said.

-I’m sorry I promise I won’t say a bad word from now on.

-Good, because I’ll hate that our son’s first word been fuck.

-How about shit, that would be useful- she hit him in the arm -ok no bad word in front of David- she nod in satisfaction as both of the cuddle on the couch -I really am lucky- he said before he kiss her.

#poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron

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sollitudde · 4 years ago

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haikyuu & cafes (1/?)

bigass creds to @luvoikawa with this post that inspired me to write too much nonsense about nonsense

all my writing got deleted edition 🐸 also jesus christ sorry this is super long i just really like cafes and drinkys and coffys...

karasuno

ukai

for a guy who gets up early every morning coffee is a must. canned coffee is his drink of choice for getting up and it’s one of his morning routines before starting work. he actually dislikes cafes because they have an atmosphere he isn’t too fond of and likes bars (enjoys shit beers = enjoys shit coffee) more- but he could go to a cafe when asked by his friends or if he’s going on a date, just don’t ask him about what type of coffee he’d like specifically because all he wants is it to be hot and black, no milk no sugar. when he was younger he actually disliked coffee, but with age he learned to 1. not be fussy about it 2. just tolerate it to pick him up. it’s not like he dislikes the tastes of it but i don’t see him as picking up oh many tannin inteiciasies cause he’s not developed a pallete, also gets the cheapest no fuss shit. prefers hot over cold even in the summer

for food, he doesn’t enjoy completely western menus. likes meat and doesn’t order any sweets like pastries and whatever the fuck, not only is it too expensive but also he’d just rather have the coffee unless he’s particularly hungry. like i said he isnt a cafe guy but life takes you to a lot of places so ☕️

takeda

actually can taste tanins like some sort of a legend. still though on a teachers salary you’re not going to have an espresso machine at home so he settles for his drip brew. actually doesn’t like espresso too much either if hes working at least. but since he is a teacher and a club supervisor he drinks 2 (two) of those shits a day, one in the morning from home one in the afternoon from the teachers lounge- needs it to deal with the energy at practice. takes just milk in his coffee and prefers it steamed, but has that shitty milk foamer thing that takes so much time to get results out of he just ends up drinking drip w cold milk; the workingmans choice.

with cafes and food he still enjoys drip brew (this time fancier) coffee with milk. could ask to taste test the plain bean coffee if he enjoyed his first cup so much. LOVES a pastry with his drink, if he goes there to do work will get a coffee and a pastry of any kind, i think he likes cream so expect him to get a cream puff esp if on a date cause then he gets to share it and be cute 🥴 loves a cafe hangout with friends or an s/o

kiyoko

pre time skip she did not need coffee at all. like her face at first says either only black coffee or shes so well adjusted she needs nothing and i’d say it’s the latter though i could debate. though she was an enjoyer of canned coffee milk later in life before having to consume coffee for life energy in her adulthood. nothing too fancy either though, small coffee machine that only she uses (tanakas a pussy!) for making coffee, pours milk and adds a teaspoon of sugar into it- doesn’t really like flavors cause to her they taste artificial. busy lady! so she can pick up some starbucks or sit down for a brief second and get coffee wherever she is, thinks it energizes her and also is an enjoyer of the novelty of steamed milk. it actually doesn’t buzz her ever even when she first starts drinking it so rather than having to drink more coffee as the tolerance builds up she just has a plateau of coffee give me caffeine boost

for cafes she just gets whatever looks good to her. also not the biggest fan of sweets rather than a good bread, enjoyer of plain croissants and good bread if she gets a sandwitch. who doesn’t love carbs

yachi

the sweet sugary drink enjoyer has arrived. didn’t even touch coffee until her 3rd year at college, tried a sip of black coffee from her friend in junior high and became instantly afraid of it- managed to skirt by college with a good schedule until the junior terror seeped into her veins and now her early classes she has to drink coffee for. but like she still gets good grades so it’s only the morning she’s required to partake in bean water for- doesn’t even do anything on weekends if she doesn’t have anywhere to be. at home she has 2 syrups 5 milks and overloads her drink so much she’s barely drinking any coffee at all, still the sugar and the hot stuff in the morning has an effect (placebo lol)

loves a starbucks for its accessibility, but gets refreshers and iced drinks more often than any of their caffeine. not only does she think it’s not worth it if she can make coffee at home, but she has a tiny cafe she goes to to cram that serves a mean lavender rose vanilla latte (fucking ew?) that shes in love with. but it costs a lot and she’s a rare visitor, gets sweets and small sandwitches if she goes. w friends she doesn’t know that well she’ll get a flavored coffee to seem mature&cute, but with old friends she’d rather drink a milk tea or a seasonal drink rather than bother w a latte (since she uses it to get energy if it’s 5pm and her day is nearly done whyd she need it then?) no 7-11 coffee or vending machine coffee (junior high trauma) rather sweets and candy if she’s buying from one

daichi

courtesy to @sugardaddykenma, i think daichi oinking his way to the top ended after he had a midlife crisis- so he stops drinking coffee the way he would at the pig pen. sorry ok enough puns but yeah i think he was drinking way too much coffee in both college and at his “job” so coffee now messes with his stomach so much he thinks he might have a heart attack if he drinks more than one cup a week. i don’t know if that directly makes sense but too much coffee can literally kill you and since now he doesn’t fear the revolution here’s another thing for his mind. no coffee, maybe like once if hes at a cafe with his friends but really really prefers plain tea more- especially as he gets older. likes green white and black teas rather than herbal cause caffeine, and doesn’t put sugar in either cause hes #real and genuinely enjoys the flavors more that way

doesn’t go to cafes except for reunions or hanging out with the boys, always more of a “what do they have to eat” rather a “what’s new and exiting to drink” boy. i actually think the only reason he does drink coffee occasionally is because sugawara teases him and also sometimes it’s easier to order something to not be embarassing and to live up to the expectation of a dilf on the prowl rather than well like. dilf drinking tiny mug of jasmine tea. surprisingly an atmosphere enjoyer, people talking all around him is comforting- though if he were to go there frequently he’d grown annoyed

sugawara

king of looking fuckable at a cafe. literally can’t drink coffee black and hates it but still uses it for that energy boost in the morning. has a cheap espresso machine (like 2nd hand and super busted) with a milk frother cause he can’t even drink coffee with just milk it’s so repulsuve to him, he’s gotta fancy it up with syrups & steamed liquids to get anything out of it. but like i said hes king of looking fuckable at a cafe and that’s cause he goes to them all the fucking time. to study to hang for dates like part of it is the ambience is unparalleled but also i mean 1. he likes looking hot 2. he can study 3. man idk hes just a little bitch that wants to look smarter than he actually is. literally in love with the concept of a meet cute so hes in there like “wow... i look so pretty and i’m reading such a big book won’t someone come talk to me”enjoys smiling at other hot patrons and the nines. i think he’d start banter only if you spilled a drink though or something happened hes not that confident to go up to someone full force, and well while he is there sometimes for the hell of it he does actually study there too cause it forces him to do something rather than fuck around on the computer at home. win win system

frequent cafe flyer and frequent cafe snack enjoyer. he’d much rather go for the small snacks like chips and nuts rather than big meal shit cause since his stuff is there he doesn’t wanna get anything on it, and would rather lounge back at home while eating anyways. frequent buys you a sweet on a date type of move, asks if you wanna give him a small bite but doesn’t actually enjoy most sweets that much. ICE LATTE ENJOYER but only when hes on the go or it’s summer, they make a mess when condensation happens.

asahi

hate to tell you folks, but you won’t find this guy in any cafes ever. if he needs to study in a public place he’d rather go to a library and if he can’t go there he’s just seriously gonna sit on the street if it’s the worst of it. can not only not handle cafes if it’s at full capacity, sugawara once shared his cafe strategies with him and now he overthinks whenever he steps foot into one. if he does enter a cafe it’s for a to go order of a cafe au lait (with soy milk, he got in the habit from ordering the wrong thing and never asking them to fix it) because espresso beverages give him anxiety, and add anxiety with a lot of people there it’s just no good and he becomes nervous. he does relax when his friends are there though, and a la p5 enjoys a quiet cafe at night the best. he like herbal teas without sugar (maybe some honey) and aromatic tea blends, but not refresher like beverages at starbucks

since he doesn’t sit down and eat at cafes hes not getting anything substantial, but has a pertulance for sweet stuff! nothing too big but if he gets something sweet with his coffee (and he does get coffee out a lot actually i feel i should clarify. it’s the devil wears prada influence and if you’re a fashion designer chance is you need to go somewhere fast so he needs the energy to power walk and actually ends up picking up coffee for his crew sometimes)

nishinoya

oh christ dude if he got coffee while in high school he’d go fucking insane. way too much current energy + caffeine is such a bad combination- but i think he’d never step into a cafe until his world traveling days. in which case i mean like first of all if you are traveling you’re going to have to keep a tight schedule unless you’re like rich as fuck and can afford to leisure around, and i think he does have some savings but at the same time if he’s himself he’s very likely running around- in summary, cafe visits very dépendant on the culture. cafe dates and cafe stops to get a pick up i think would be the most common stuff here, and coffee would be only used as a wake up i need more energy tool

with food i mean going to a great underground cafe is a right of passage if you’re traveling so i’m sure hes tried all sorts of shit and also hes a big eater, so i can see him getting whatever looks the craziest. big coffee ice cream enjoyer but like i said that’s just to wake up & i think there’s better places to get better juice (& international soda) than a hole in the wall coffee place. did someone say italian sodas or do i have to get my hearing checked

tanaka

man this guys a pussy. thinks starbucks is the fancy coffee place even though it’s a chain and can’t enjoy a non sweetened coffee- even sweetened coffees are a bust. honestly also is too concerned about caffeine being able to “hinder” him, it’s not going to kill you or make you crazy but probably saw someone go balls off the walls with it and is too pussy to try it himself because he thinks he’s so energetic already it’ll make him turn super saiyan. very big enjoyer of a juice, a smoothie, or a refresher again if we’re going from starbucks’ menu. actually yeah it the place offers smoothies he definitely gets that 100% no questions asked, cause it’s the one sweet he can permit himself because he actually thinks it’s healthy when the only reason it “is” is because it’s fruit. does not enjoy the vibes whatsoever and is kinda spooked by everyone drinking coffee in coffee drinking establishments. his wife is more of a man than him in that regard but he can take it

cafe foods aplenty though! likes to walk in and run to get smth and leave, cause it’s less effort than making something and more effort than going to a convenience store. actually has this thing where he picks wifey dearest up snacks he thinks she’ll like. before that he used to scoff at them but now seeing as shes a frequent patron and he is married to her he’s all like look at this treat i bought for you at (blank). it’s kinda sweet! plus he prolly gets a takeout drink for himself too so win win

ennoshita

physical therapy is a lot of work! sorry for the lack of substance for this guy but like a normal adult i think he is normal with his coffee consumption. aka- drinks it to get up, and when hes tired. i think he has a particular interest in trying new things though and will get whatever is interesting to him or something that is weird on the menu like a pumpkin chocolate latte or some shit like that that is unusual but still tasty. adventurous and also you can’t tell at all that hes had coffee, acts completely the same and people even tell him he should drink some coffee cause of the low energy. hes had two cups already and that’s enough!

kinoshita

i think this guy just doesn’t like coffee for whatever reason. he seems like the type of dude to just not drink it and instead go for something energizing in the form of tea or an energy drink but not bean juice, just a vibe! enjoys a cafe every once in a while but goes rarely, i mean hes just chilling! there is a place that hes gone to that he is now an irregular regular of that has a tea infusion of different berries and ingredients that’s meant to clear up your sinuses and calm you. they don’t sell it in packets and hes disappointed about that but the very reason it exists at all is because it’s made out of fresh chopped shit and spices, also it’s a gimmick. they serve them in tea pitchers and he stays there and reads until he finishes. it’s the little things!

kazuhito

writing got erased again but like literally just think of a guy. a guy that works at a company who has to go to work everyday so yeah he drinks coffee and the chances of it being instant are very high. actually doesn’t know that starbucks is a chain and just has the regular drip coffee machine at home, probably takes it with milk and sugar and whatever is there at the time. relaxed guy and relaxed preferences

kageyama

dude doesn’t even know what coffee is to be completely honest. well no that’s a lie he definitely tried some but it made him jittery and he can’t be jittery or else he’s not doing perfect tosses, so no can do. like i know the milk joke is old but i don’t think the habit stops at high school i genuinely think unless one of his teammates or someone with him is like no getting milk or they don’t just serve raw milk because who the fuck would he maybe gets a milk tea at most. honestly not a fan of sugary drinks such as juice or refreshers and whatnot nor iced drinks because well hes just a weirdo. if you take him to a sbucks or somewhere else either order him a london fog or water or a cup of milk if you want your cashier to have something funny to tell. he likes matcha lattes but since they’re high caf he only gets them on off days and like when does he have those? never. genuine weirdo

okay for food it’s anything goes but i think thr funnier thing to talk about would be the amount of time it takes him to read a menu. literally can’t decide on anything especially if a place is out of stock well hes gonna be out of comission for a few minutes as he reconsiders. asks what this has and what’s in this if it’s not listed so it’s really best to just pick smth for him, plain simple and he won’t have any complaints and just sit down w you.

hinata

actually got fond of espresso in brazil but still prefers juices and shit to actual caffeinated beverages. they don’t make them like they used to there 😔 but he does get lattes. LOVES coconut milk and nut milks cause they have an “oomph” (what?) but honestly anything goes kind of guy in where he can get coffee out of a machine at a convenience store starbucks a cafe anything anywhere no problem. thing is though he can only consume it in a short amount of time aka just the morning or else he’s unable to sleep at night, a thing that is most definitely a placebo but like he believes on it so insistently that he just doesn’t mess with it. is a fan of anything new and anything that catches his interest in coffee places, likes to pick stuff up rather than sit down cause he’s a fan of walking and talking and drinking

pastry guy :) or just anything breaded. again likes to pick whatever catches his interest cause he became more adventurous with food for sure, enjoys a sandwitch or some shit i mean you get the point i think. he’s just a funny little guy

tsukishima

honestly? cant fucking drink black coffee. i think it’d be so funny and well also fitting that if he does drink anything he does drink super sugary sweet stuff, like i mean we know he enjoys sweets anyways so why not push it further and say this motherfucker can’t handle tanins at all? and like by all i mean he has to have tea with milk and sugar no matter what it is (well not herbal tea 🍵 that’s an emoji of a green tea but herbal tea never should be enjoyed with milk) his go to is a hot matcha latte and a cold iced vanilla latte. cause both are sweet and make him look a little less pussy when ordering them. straight up will chug purely black coffee out of spite and suppress gags to seem cool, it’s okay tbough hes so far only worried about this happening in front of friends and it hasn’t yet. he has practiced at home though and he can so far not gag but still squint, which he’s thinking if he has to explain will explain by “well uh it tastes like shit so”

i don’t think he needs coffee to get up but instead does need something sweet. since cake doesn’t last a while i’d see him trying to buy some for himself discreetly like i know this dude isn’t a pussy but also imagine being so hard and then being made fun of for eating a cake alone by yourself in a cafe. doesn’t order sweets therefore unless hes in a private room or with a trusted friend. yamaguchi won’t tell on you bro in fact he’ll order the cake and let you have it. doesn’t like any savory thing on the menu for some reason, no matter the place he goes

yamaguchi

actually enjoys tanins but chugs cheap shitty coffee for energy no matter the time of day. he just got used to the lack of taste and definitely grabbed a caffeine addiction to add to his problems to worry about but it’s okay cause hey while he’d never say it he thinks it’s better to be able to taste them and enjoy a normal cup of good beans than to be like his unnamed friend. enjoyer of the whole menu, entirely dependent on the mood. focusing, straight espresso shots, reading, matcha or peppermint tea, vibing, lemonade or lemonade mixture idk you name it. very into cafe energy and feels good whenever he enters one, but doesn’t do it out of neccesity cause once he did actually have someone slightly hit on him at a cafe and he stopped going to it because he interacted with them very awkwardly. is sure the baristas heard and just can’t do it anymore. has pulled all nighters and 24-hr study sessions in internet cafes chugging coffees like a motherfucker. hasn’t yet poured a redbull into coffee yet but i mean it could be coming we never know (nah hes afraid of it)

not a fan of ordering stuff in cafes at all cause hes not there to eat. can be persuaded for a bite if friends are there but if not then hes avoidant of foods. you can’t blame him! it’s kind of awkward to order food at a coffee place anyways so he just steers clear

#obituaries☠️(headcanons)#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #karasuno hcs #karasuno headcanons #genuinely do not want to tag tbis more at all. i am tired

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clareguilty · 5 years ago

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Somewhere Safe

Read it here on the AO3

Rating: Gen/Teen | No Warnings Word Count: ~2100 Mandalorian & Reader & Baby Yoda

Yelling. Everyone was always yelling. Husks and guts and roasts for sale. Scraps and parts and tools. You wormed your way through the throngs of shoppers in an attempt to make your way to the two or three stalls you actually needed to get to. The market was always busy. No matter what day or time you visited, there were always hundreds of people, and they were always yelling.

Sighing, you recited your list to yourself and tried to shove past a group of thugs who were attempting to intimidate a junk trader into giving up some speeder parts. God, this planet was a shithole. You were about to spend far too many credits on some produce that wouldn't even be that fresh just so you could return to the tiny room you were renting from a guy who was definitely running some kind of drug operation.

You probably should have just saved up for passage to another planet, somewhere quiet and peaceful where you could actually breathe the air without getting a whiff of fumes and toxins, but it was hard to save up when you were just doing contract work. Eating was difficult enough between one job and the next. You were stuck here until you came into some kind of mysterious fortune.

You stopped at a crossing and let out a groan as a caravan of six legged beasts lumbered through the square. They were huge and slow and took up the entire crossway. It would be at least a few minutes before they all had passed.

Glaring at the brown-grey clouds that blanketed the continent, you dreamed of quiet nights and moments of gentle solitude. This corner of the galaxy had gone to shit, one revolution after another it felt like. Warring factions destroying entire planets for reasons you couldn't comprehend.

A gentle tug at the hem of your overclothes had you reaching for your knife. Like hell someone was going to pickpocket you.

There was a... something clinging to the bottom of your coat. Maybe a baby Nautolan? You had only met one before, and he certainly didn't look like this. Whatever this was, it was green and small: barely taller than two power converters stacked on top of each other. Wide, innocent eyes and even wider, floppy ears. A tiny hand fisted in the fabric of your coat. The thing was wearing clothes, so you assumed it wasn't some kind of pest. It blinked at you and tugged on your coat again, waving its other stubby arm towards the other side of the road.

"You need help getting across?" You tucked your knife away. "Alright, but if you try to rob me, I'm going to throw you in the garbage heap."

The tail end of the caravan came into sight, and you began slowly walking to the other side of the road. The child -- you assumed it was a child -- toddled after you but couldn't keep pace with your long strides.

"Oh, come here," you scooped the thing into your arms. It was surprisingly light. You made it to the other side of the street and glanced around, looking for a larger green person that wore the expression of a worried parent. "Your parents should be ashamed," you shook your head. "This is no place for someone like you."

Scanning the crowd, you realized it would be nearly impossible to find a total stranger. "I don't even know what they would look like," you frowned at the little guy. "I sure hope I don't wind up having to take you in. I hate to say it, but I probably can't even afford to feed you."

The baby made a slurping sound, alternating between watching your face and gazing out at the people who filled the market. Maybe it was smart enough to recognize its parents? You sure hoped so.

You continued on, trying to tabulate how much this thing would need to eat in the event you had to take care of it. Would even be able to learn Basic? You had only had the child for less than ten minutes and already you were planning your entire life with it.

"I hate that your cuteness is a protective mechanism," you wrinkled your nose. "It works far too well. I feel like I would give you anything I owned if you asked for it." You felt like an idiot, talking to this random child you had just probably stolen.

Blinking and cocking its head, the baby reached for one of your necklaces. Sure enough, you handed over the charm without question. Tiny green lips clasped over the polished bone, and a bead of drool slid onto your sleeve. Of course.

A large figure stepped out in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. You clutched the child close and took a half-step backward.

"Give him to me," a modulated voice demanded. You stared past the barrel of a blaster and into the terrifying countenance of a Mandalorian helmet. You recognized it -- who wouldn't? The Mandalorians were legends around these parts. They had survived the fall of the republic, the fall of the empire, the rise of whatever power currently claimed the galaxy.

You raised your chin, turning your body to shield the baby from any potential fire. "I'm looking for his parents."

"He doesn't have any," the Mandalorian said. "He belongs to me."

"He's a child! Not a trophy! He needs someone to take care of him." You held your ground.

A few people had glanced your way, but you had lived on this shithole long enough to know that shootouts in the marketplace were hardly even a talking point anymore. Would they even move your body out of the streets?

"Hand him over. Now."

You were about to turn and make a run for it -- who knows why you felt the urge to protect this thing -- when the child reached out towards the bounty hunter.

"A- aba ba?" he cooed. In favor of drooling on your necklace, the baby was watching the Mandalorian with a small smile. "Baba."

"Oh," you pursed your lips. "He's yours."

"He belongs to me." The Mandalorian repeated.

"Is that your baba?" you asked, pointing at the hunk of beskar that was still aiming a blaster between your eyes.

"I'm not his father," the bounty hunter said.

"No," you corrected him, "You're his baba." You knocked the business end of the blaster aside and took a step forward. "I'll give him back to you, but you have to buy me a hot meal. Him too," you pointed to the child. "You owe him an apology for abandoning him on the streets like that."

The Mandalorian sighed. He reached for the child, but you turned away and stuck out your free hand instead, waggling your fingers expectantly.

"Food."

You wound up in a dimly lit cafe on the outskirts of the city. It was quiet, but not in a good way. Tension was palpable in the air; and even with 3 knives, you were sure everyone else was more armed than you. No one dared give you any trouble when you were party with a mercenary in a full suit of beskar armor. Though you thought the tiny green child sitting on the table next to you was a little weird.

The Mandalorian ordered two of the cheapest thing on the menu, but you weren't going to complain because it was free and it was hot. The baby seemed to agree with you, practically falling face first into his bowl before you and the Mandalorian caught him. To your surprise, the bounty hunter began carefully feeding the child small bites. It was hilarious and heartwarming.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"What's yours?" you countered. You weren't about to give up your information to some flashy mercenary. You were trying to stay alive for at least a little while longer.

"Mando," he answered, and you snorted.

"Let me guess, your second name is Lorian? People actually let you get away with that?" You rolled your eyes and shoveled more food in your mouth.

"They don't have a choice," he said flatly. Your eyes wandered to the blaster at his side, then to the pulse rifle on his back. You were amazed you weren't dead already.

"Your name?" He asked again, and you finally told him. Your meal continued in relative silence. No sound but the gentle cooing and smacking of the baby as he ate.

At last, your curiosity got the better of you. "How did you wind up with a child anyways? You don't strike me as the fatherly type?"

"Apu," the baby gurgled.

"He was a job." You blanched. Someone wanted this baby dead? Or captured?

The Mandalorian continued, "The client was... not to my liking, so I took responsibility for him. I'm going to take him somewhere safe."

"Well you picked the wrong planet for that," you scoffed.

"This is just a stop along the way. I needed supplies." There was an edge of annoyance in Mando's voice.

You stared past him into the café. It looked terrible. You thought about going home to your room and fought back a groan. As much as you knew you were going to regret this, you had no choice.

"Take me with you."

"No."

You mustered all of your courage and stared straight into Mando's stupid mask. "I'll pay you back for the passage. I can work."

"I said no."

"You're my only chance of getting off this stupid planet. I don't have much, but I'll earn my keep. I can shut up when I have to. Just get me somewhere better than this and you'll never have to see me again." You weren't going to beg -- not yet.

"You're lucky I haven't killed you." Mando stood. He towered over you. It was terrifying. "Hope that I never see you again."

The baby pushed himself to his feet and toddled over to your side of the table. He stopped in front of you reaching out with his tiny little hands, "Ootoo."

"Oh," you reached for your necklace, turning the charm in your palm. "You know what, you slobbery bastard? You can have it. Just don't choke, please." You pulled the necklace off and looped the cord a few times before placing it around his neck.

Mando didn't say anything. You could feel him watching you, but you gathered up what remained of your pride and walked away without looking back. You would find another way off this planet.

You woke in the night to the sound of someone banging on your door. Slamming on the button, you glared at whoever had the audacity to wake you. They had better have a good reason for interrupting your already fitful sleep.

It was a kid. A different kid. Older for sure. This one was a Rodian. He asked for you by name.

"Who are you? How did you find me?" you demanded. The kid held out his hand and you peered at the object. It was your necklace. The one you had given the baby.

"What does he need?" you squinted. You had no trust for Mando -- even if he did buy you food. He had basically threatened to kill you at that same meal.

The kid shrugged and motioned for you to follow him. He seemed a little rushed.

"Oh, hold on a moment," you groaned. "Let me get my things." You grabbed your gear, throwing your coat on and digging up the shitty blaster you kept at the bottom of your trunk.

The kid led you on the most uselessly obscure path through the city. You raced to keep up with him as he darted through the dark alleys. If this Mandalorian didn't kill you first, you were sure as hell going to make him pay for this. The trail ended at an empty loading bay, and you were instantly on the defensive.

Footsteps echoed off the nearby buildings. You drew your blaster. Was this some kind of ambush?

The Mandalorian stepped out of the shadows.

The little Rodian ran up to him, pressing the necklace back into his gloved palm. In turn, Mando gave him a handful of coins. It was certainly more than he had paid for your meal earlier, stingy bastard.

You looked after the kid as he disappeared into the night. It was just you and Mando.

"Where is he?" you demanded.

"Asleep -- in my ship."

"Why am I here?" You adjusted your grip on the blaster. Damned beskar would probably render your shots useless -- if you could even manage to hit him.

"You wanted to leave."

You hesitated. Was he offering you a way out? Holstering your blaster, you took a tentative step forward. "I want to start over somewhere new. Somewhere safe."

Mando didn't move, so you took another step. Then another. You stopped once you were directly in front of him, staring into his mask and fighting down the hope that was rising in your chest.

He extended a hand to you, "Somewhere safe."

#the mandalorian #Mandalorian/reader #baby yoda #star wars #somewhere safe #this isn't my best writing but at least its finished

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immortalcockroach · 5 years ago

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50 questions you’ve never been asked

asdfghjkl i know this was a thing about a week ago and i’m just hella slow ahhh

big thanks to everyone who tagged me! ( @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @important-metaphors @iishallbelieve @iwearplaids @sassmasterblake @burninghoneyatdusk )

What is the color of your hairbrush? black, cheapest one from primark, you know it

Name a food you never eat? sushi…too raw.

Are you typically too warm or too cold? i have two moods: ‘i’m fucking freezing’ and ‘i’m fucking boiling’, never in-between

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? i walked into the kitchen to prepare lunch then i realised it’s past midnight

What is your favorite candy bar? either reese’s peanut butter cups, or kinder happy hippo with cocoa cream

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? hell yeah; my sister’s boxing tournaments, a whole load of football matches when i was a kid, and a few handball matches

What is the last thing you said out loud? ‘aight imma head out’ …

What is your favorite ice cream? stracciatella!! it’s just plain ice cream with chocolate chunks

What was the last thing you had to drink? water!

Do you like your wallet? not really. i can never seem to get a wallet that i like, they’re never functional enough

What was the last thing you ate? a bowl of oatmeal…for breakfast (which was at 5pm)

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? haven’t bought clothes since january my dude

The last sporting event you watched? pretty sure it was a champions league game?? i think it was liverpool playing against someone. is liverpool even in champions league? don’t quote me on that

What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? salty is the only valid one and if you like any other you’re a weirdo what even

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? my flatmate

Ever go camping? yeah! been a few times with my family

Do you take vitamins? ehhh no, i tried but i’m really horrible at taking daily pills so i just gave up

Do you go to church every Sunday? i used to, but i’ve been to church a handful of times since i moved to scotland in september ‘18 since they’re not big on roman catholicism and i’m not a big believer…yeah

Do you have a tan? ahhh don’t get me started on this. i always have a tan. it doesn’t go away. i tan really easily and it literally does not go away even when a year has passed

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza, i don’t like chinese and never understood the hype

Do you drink your soda with a straw? no?? save the turtles

What color socks do you usually wear? whatever i get for christmas, honestly. mostly monochrome or with little dots. rn i have white with little black flowers on them, kinda cute

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? hehehe driver’s licence who?

What terrifies you? death, failure, and the phrase ‘we need to talk’

Look to your left, what do you see? a bottle of water (stay hydrated folks!!)

What chore do you hate? laundry (but only bc it’s expensive :/)

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? oh yeah boy pls never stop talking

What’s your favorite soda? freeway cola, that’s the cheapest thing i get in lidl and AMAZING for curing hangovers

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus? go in, as i never go anywhere with a car so it’s not even an option

Who’s the last person you talked to? same flatmate that i last texted

Favorite cut of beef? ??? i don’t even know what this means. i don’t really eat beef

Last song you listened to? sadderdaze by the neighbourhood; i was working on a story it’s perfect for

Last book you read? hitch hiker’s quide to the galaxy, currently reading it

Favorite day of the week? don’t have one??

Can you say the alphabet backwards? bruh i barely even know the alphabet

How do you like your coffee? ok so hold up. so two teaspoons of sugar, two teaspoons of instant nescafe instant coffee, two teaspoons of boiling water, half a teaspoon of vanilla extract. this is mixed until it’s a creamy texture, then poured over three quarters of milk with a bunch of ice. then mixed until it’s all one colour, left aside 5 - 10 mins for a sweet foam to form on top. it’s…a process. i don’t like any other coffee.

Favorite pair of shoes? i don’t have one. probs my burgundy boots cause they’re the most convenient since they have a zipper and i’m lazy

The time you normally go to sleep? ahhh i always aim for 2am but for the past few weeks, between 6am and 10am

The time you normally get up? between 12pm and 5pm. time is a social construct

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets!!

How many blankets on your bed? one blanket and one duvet

Describe your kitchen plates: we have a bunch of different ones , but the one i bought is baby blue and hella cute

Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? my flatmate’s homemade mojitos, or whatever i make when i show up to a party already drunk and see alcohol and mixers sitting about. i’ve been told the drinks i make on these occasions are absolutely amazing

Do you play cards? yep, it’s a family tradition and if you don’t play cards, then you’re considered a weirdo

What color is your car? my fam’s car is black

Can you change a tire? Yep

Your favorite province? …what provinces are we talking about?

Favorite job you’ve ever had? i was doing the dishes for a cafe a few years back, and i’d occasionally get to tend the bar, too, and chat with the customers and help out, plus my coworkers were really lovely and chatty, it was so much fun

How did you get your biggest scar? i was 12, i was shaving my legs and somehow managed to get a 10-inch long layer of skin shaved off. it was nastyyy

What did you do today that made someone else happy? i gave my best friend some boy advice and reassurance, she seemed pretty chipper about that lol

i honestly have no clue who’s done this already and who hasn’t, so if you see this and want to do this, consider yourself tagged!

#tag #sdfghjkl i'm only now catching up with my drafts

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natsora · 5 years ago

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50 Questions

Tagged by @corylion

Tagging @obvidalous @pigeontheoneandonly @rpgwarrior4824 @wickedwitchofthewilds No obligations

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

Brown and cream

2. A food you never eat?

Insects? I’m not keen on it.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Too hot. I have this weird thing where my palms and soles get super hot for no good reason. I’ve stumped doctors.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Writing.

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

Nothing in particular. Kit-kats?

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

No. Never.

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

"Go eat your proper dinner, why are you eating biscuits?” at my mother who wanted to eat some biscuits I got.

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

Pistachios

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Water.

10. Do you like your wallet?

Yes, I got it a few years ago. a bellroy.

11. What was the last thing you ate?

Pasta!

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Nope. No clothes store is open.

13. The last sporting event you watched?

Oh man... I don’t rememeber. Probably football?

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Cheese! Otherwise caramel.

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

My besties. Forwarding the lastest local numbers of Covid cases.

16. Ever go camping?

Yes, don’t particular enjoy it. I’m too much of a city girl.

17. Do you take vitamins?

Vitamin D. Had to take it if I want to keep jogging.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

Nope. Not a christian.

19. Do you have a tan?

Yes. Leftover from riding my motorcycle. I’ve not ridden in months.

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Chinese food is my daily food, so I guess Chinese food.

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

Yes. I have metal straws. My teeth are too sensitive to drink it straight.

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

Colourful ones.

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

Yes.

24. What terrifies you?

Is my home ever going to be complete its renovations? Do I have enough money for it? Will I still have my job next year?

25. Look to your left what do you see?

My TV and PS4 setup.

26. What chore do you hate?

All of them?

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

Steve Irwin, well it depends on how strong their accent is.

28. What is your favorite soda?

100plus

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

No car, so no drive throughs for me.

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

My mother

31. Favorite cut of beef?

Don’t eat beef.

32. Last song you listened to?

Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE

33. Last book you read?

Fanfic really. If it’s a original fic it’s the Luminous Dead.

34. Favorite day of the week?

Saturday. The weekend but I’m not going back to work after I sleep.

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

With difficulty.

36. How do you like your coffee?

Don’t drink coffee.

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

Slippers actually. Otherwise my timberlands.

38. At what time do you usually go to bed?

11pm typically

39. At what time do you normally get up?

6.30am or 7am if it’s a weekday. Otherwise, 8am.

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

Both actually. but sunsets don’t require me to wake up super early.

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

Just one.

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

Transparent. Cheapest ones from IKEA>

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

I don’t drink enough to have a favourite one but I’ve enjoyed sake previously.

44. Do you play cards?

Hardly but yes.

45. What color is your car?

No car. My bike is a red and black one. Honda GTR 150cc.

46. Can you change a tire?

Nope

47. What is your favorite province?

We don’t have provinces. My country is too small.

48. Favorite job you ever had?

Video Editor. I get to be creative at work.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

On my right arm, the skin where the arm bends near the elbow and the back of my upper right arm. Took a bend too fast, used my arm as a brake pad instead of the actual brakes.

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

Hmmm... Letting my mother eat those biscuits?

#Tagged #50 questions

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ayyyflueg · 5 years ago

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Tagged by @toast-gh0st , thank you for thinking of me! ☺

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked Before

1 - What is the colour of your hairbrush?

Mostly black with a holographic handle.

2 - A food you never eat?

I don't care much for uncooked onion. And coleslaw. I'm a Taurus, so, I eat. 💁

3- Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Too HOT big time I am always hot

4-What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Drinking wine and watching talk shows with my dog and my mom.

5-What is your favourite candy bar?

I think all American candy tastes like pure shit now, and there are reasons for that. I suppose Milka?

6-Have you ever been to a professional sports event?

I have. First one I remember, I wanted to to SPECIFICALLY to see Coolio. I also remember a baseball game one of my ex's dragged me to.

7-What is the last thing you said out loud?

"Oh shit you're right"

8-What is your favourite ice cream?

Used to be Ben and Jerry's chocolate brownie whatever, but it's definitely, like, coffee or pistachio now. Adult tastebuds are weird.

9-What was the last thing you had to drink?

Franzia Crisp White from a Walgreens big gulp type cup

10-Do you like your wallet?

Not really. It does wallet things though.

11-What was the last thing you ate?

Baked potato

12-Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Lol. No.

13-The Last sporting event you watched?

I watched a video of baseball players pretending to be curlers.

14-What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

Oh, man. I LOVE overbuttered movoe theatre popcorn. I also love that Chicago type popcorn, I think. With the cheese and caramel.

15-Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

My friend Matt.

16-Ever go camping?

For sure

17-Do you take vitamins?

Supposed to.

18-Do you go to church every Sunday?

I'm spiritual in my own right. So, no. Lol.

19-Do you have a tan?

I'm mulatto

20-Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

That's tough. I can eat pizza forever but Chinese food is the bomb. I might have to go with pizza.

21-Do you drink your soda with a straw?

Only if it comes with one

22-What color socks do you usually wear?

I dont wear socks tbh. I mean I do when I'm going out with real shoes on my feet but I hate anything on my feet. Country bumpkin.

23-Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Literally always.

24-What terrifies you?

A lot. I have bad anxiety and panic attacks so the stupidest shit triggers me but idk what it stems from exactly. Just one big mess.

25-Look to your left, what do you see?

The bathroom window

26-What chore do you hate?

THE DISHES

27-What do you think of when you hear and Australian Accent?

Steve Irwin duh

28-What’s your favourite soda?

Mr. Pibb

29-Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?

Drive thru

30-Favourite cut of beef?

Oh, man. That depends. My best answer is anything but ribeye.

31-Who’s the last person you talked to?

My mom

32-Last Song you listened to?

Oh Sherrie by Steve Perry

33-Last Book you read?

I started this random book I ordered online and have hated it to the point of forgetting its name. Dancing girls or something? Just not my...type.

34-Favorite Day of the week?

Friday

35-Can you say the alphabet backwards?

The last time I tried, I was doing a field sobriety test.

36-How do you like your coffee?

Strong and iced. Enough milk/cream to lighten the color and just a touch of sugar or honey. But STRONG mostly.

37-Favorite pair of shoes?

Right now its my docs

38-At what time do you normally go to bed?

Between 8-12. Depends on the meds. And my fucked up stomach.

39-At what time do you normally get up?

10 am at the very latest. I'm a morning person.

40-What do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

Sunrise

41-How many blankets are on your bed?

One

42-Describe your kitchen plates?

Disposable lol. Helps with executive dysfunction.

43-Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

I mostly drink wine now; dry, bitter white wines. But if I'm "out" or whatever, Jameson, dirty martinis, whatever beer is the cheapest.

44- Do you play cards?

I do. I fucking kill it in spades.

45- What colour is your car?

Uh like...grey/silver

46-Can you change a tire?

I can't but I intend to learn

47-What is your favourite state/providence?

Michigan. I'm a Michigan girl to the core.

48-Favourite job you’ve ever had?

Acting/performing. Its been, I think, two years since the last time I was on film. It KILLS me.

49-How did you get your biggest scar?

I had a thymectomy in 2001 and it looks like if you cut open my chest horizontally and then it scarred up along thr incision. It's hidden by my boobs though so that's cool.

50-What did you do today that made someone else happy?

Checked on my family.

Phew! Props if you read that whole thing. Thanks again to @toast-gh0st and I tag whoever wants to participate or wants to know more. Stay safe, y'all. ❤🤘

#amber talks #tagged #me

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sunset-wishes-upon-hill · 5 years ago

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Scandal chapter 8 Sneak peak

Scandal: FF I Wattpad

“Are you-were your family one of them toff?!” Clare asked on a certain hours of early evening with a hand perched up on her hips and daunting realisation dawning on her face, gasping. Clare hated how messy Julia was, often leaving clothes strewn over the floor until Clare made her pick them back up.

Julia would make a horrible maid; unable to hand wash or mend clothing or iron them, she didn’t know how to light a fireplace and was clueless on house cleaning, implying she had someone to do them for her.

“The fuck?!” Julia exclaimed in shock, eyes widened. If her more than unladylike, crass language weren’t the clearest sign that she was anything but a refined, cultured female from a respectable family background; surely the fact that she was eating a greasy steak and ale pie with her hand whilst slouched on an uncomfortable wooden chair, dress button partially undone to free her bulging stomach to satisfy her gluttony and long hems of her dress wantonly rode up to her thighs, airing out her most private area can’t be any clearer sight of proof.

“Clare, I understand your hormones are all wacked up from getting pregnant by that dick too small to be acting so big but this is just crossing the line!” Julia explained exasperatedly and outwardly offended by the accusation, “In what way do I look like them posh people worrying about what jewels to wear for the next couple of hours?!”

“How about the fact that you use words I can’t understand sometimes? It’s a rich people thing isn’t it? And you hair! Pink! It’s pink!”

Um it’s called 21st century lingo? “I’m from America, remember?” Julia quickly learnt that any bizarre, socially offensive behaviours – intentional or not could be downplayed if one were said to be from America; it meant those more concerned with rigid etiquette and social conventions were more willing and allowing to overlook them as archetypal American perceived as loud, impolite and crass, or just plain annoying.

Clare’s countenance pinched into a stern disapproval, “That excuse won’t work – you’ve been using it too much for it to work on me!” Clare then added the ultimate marker that set apart the social classes, “You can read and write and you are clearly educated.”

Julia hadn’t realise how prevalent illiteracy was amongst the common people; the first time she realised Clare couldn’t read or write was when she had offhandedly asked Clare to write down grocery list for that day and Clare shamefully admitting she couldn’t. When asked how she had been reading and sending letters, she found out that Clare had been asking the older lady next door to read out and write on behalf of her. From then on, every evening after dinner, Julia had been teaching her how to write and read.

“You know, you’ve become very emotional in the past week and you need to chill.”

“You buy expensive foods without any worry.”

Oh here we go again.

“I like food. I live to eat.”

“You spent four shillings* in a week on just desserts!”

Like I know how much a shilling is worth! “..Is that too much?” Julia approached wearily before quickly accepting that yes it was the amount she was spending on cakes and ice was just too excessive by the stunned expression on Clare’s face.

“You buy lavish soaps and bathe three times a day. You think a pound is cheap,”

Julia had been shocked to learn that in common homes, there were no such thing as separate, private bathroom; zinc tub was stored in the pantry, only taken out when one had to bathe which was done in the kitchen by the hearth and the privies were outside the back of the house. Living in one of thoroughly respectable, if not fashionable, neighbourhood, meant they were privileged to have indoor plumbing and separate room for personal cleanliness. This had truly realised how little she appreciated and undeserving of comfort modern technology afforded her.

Clare continued on, listing out all questions she had in mind, “You spend money as though you’ve no concept of it.”

Because I don’t. Julia still had considerable amount left after she set aside their rent, bills, food, clothing, medical expenses and transportation. Just a few days ago, she had received an envelope containing five pound note, though there was no letter or names of the sender it could have only be from one person.

Five pound in modern London wouldn’t even have brought her the cheapest drink on rooftop cocktails; it wouldn’t even be enough for one day travel throughout the zone 1-6; although it could have brought her some quality foods from LIDL/ALDI*. But five pound in Victorian England was not only enough to cover month expenditure with plenty left for pleasure but it was worth Clare’s quarter of annual income as a maid in the college.

Why you so expensive 21st century London? She wanted to ask.

#scandal story #scandal sneak peek #kuroshitsuji fanfiction

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doriansbutt · 6 years ago

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ayy look i finally got writing done.

have some kinda chargestep (teitega :3c), pre-heartbreak, bad things happen bingo “caught in an explosion” -- 1600+ words

fighting should always feel this good. you know you’re good, but a successful performance gets your adrenaline going like nothing else. maybe you’re getting cocky, maybe you don’t care. you sure as hell don’t care right now. not when your opponent, someone calling themself ‘man-eater’, is falling for every trap you lay, slowing down with every blow. they’re a newcomer, and you’re not even really sure if they have any sort of power or if they’re a wannabe. if it’s the latter, they’re a very dangerous wannabe considering the high-tech suit they’re sporting and the very powerful weapons they brought.

not that it will matter much longer; you’ve got them on the ropes. they’ve proven quite susceptible to your telepathic attacks. and you are relishing in it. if nothing else, they’re making you look good.

you bounce on your toes like a boxer squaring up his opponent, shaking your arms loose as man-eater scrambles to their feet. you smile beneath your mask, not that they can see it. they’re taking their time and you could rush in and strike, but this will be so much better.

“w-well? what….are you….waiting for?” man-eater gasps out between heavy breaths. you can tell they’re trying to reach for a grenade or something similar, but you know they won’t get a chance to set it off. not when--

“charge.” you make it sound so obvious and they don’t get a second to process.

on cue, charge delivers a hit that sends sparks and man-eater is left twitching on the ground for a moment. you give him a sloppy salute as you move to apprehend them, but something prickles at the edges of your senses.

you only get a split-second of warning before the grenade goes off.

you dodge, diving to get away, ignoring the sound of ortega’s voice, ortega’s scream of “Sidestep!!”, as the rooftop beneath you crumbles, collapsing several floors below it as well. you fall with debris, feeling something slice across your side and as you cry out, you're struck by heavy concrete, knocking the wind out of you and you're helpless to stop your fall. you finally land in a heap as more rubble falls and you can't hear anything, though you can feel panicked thoughts around you. mostly concerned for charge.

that's fair, you think, trying to ignore the pain overpowering your senses. huh, so this is what it means to be 'blinded by pain'. the last thing you see before blackness settles over you is a fist-sized chunk of concrete falling toward your face.

———

everything hurts and your ears are ringing and it’s dark and...hmm, not actually as quiet as you first thought, now that you’ve taken a moment to breathe. your hearing is returning and your head is clearing. there are shouts accompanied by panicked thoughts and the groaning of settling debris around you. beneath it all is the calmer, streamlined thoughts of the paramedics. panic grips you for a moment as you get your bearings. you can’t let the paramedics get to you.

your suit is torn along your side and you thank any god that would listen that your backpack with your everyday clothes isn’t stowed too far from here. you just have to get there. get home. somewhere not here.

swallowing thickly and noting just how painful breathing is, you try to dislodge yourself from the pile of debris as discreetly as you can. luckily you’re not stuck as much as you’d feared and, clenching your jaw tightly against the pain, you pull yourself free, stumbling with a hissed curse as your leg gives out beneath you.

quickly diving to cover, you examine the injury. you don’t think it’s broken—god, you hope it’s not broken. that would make getting out of here a lot more difficult. there are voices getting closer and you know you need to suck it up and get moving. you cannot let them find you. you’ll be fine, nothing a little self-surgery won’t fix. you’re a pro at this now. no need for paramedics. especially with your suit torn, with your side visible...you can’t let anyone see.

the walk through back alleys to your bag is quick, maybe you pushed yourself a little too hard to get to it, but with your hoodie and jacket on over your ripped suit, you feel much better. with a pained sigh of relief, you begin the walk home. it’s not too far, you should be able to make it before you hurt yourself more...or pass out. yes, that would be bad…

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10 days later

mornings should be illegal when you have a headache. there is no need for the sun to be that bright. grabbing your jacket, you search the pockets for your cigarettes, only to find an empty crumpled box. ugh.

you’ve needed to run down to the little convenience store a few blocks over for a while, but with your injuries healing and wanting to stay under the radar, you decided what you had was enough. but now you’re out and you sigh, dreading having to go outside in the heat and sun with this splitting headache.

thankfully your more visible injuries are mostly healed, but the sunglasses should help hide the stubborn yellowing bruise around your eye. once on the street, you start walking, trying to block out everyone’s thoughts that bear down on your already frayed nerves, and you shove your hands in your pockets, drawing your shoulders up.

there’s something hard in your pocket and pulling out you remember your phone. you never use the damn thing—ortega made you get one so he could at least tell you when the rangers needed your help. you couldn’t argue with that, so you bought the cheapest one you could find, and you buy minutes as you need them. thumbing the power button, you’re surprised there’s still any battery left, but not so much to see the ‘0 minutes remaining’ message on the screen. looks like you’ll have to buy those too…

the cashier is pleasant as usual, keeping up your usual banter as she throws in some food for free. she knows how you eat— knows this is the only store you shop at. and you know she has a crush on you, and you’re not quite sure how to handle that yet. with a half-smile and a wave, you quickly step into the alley and light a cigarette and add the minutes to your phone. it immediately blinks with several unread and unheard messages.

christ.

every message is from ortega—of course they are, he’s the only one who has this number — oh, wait, there’s a message from anathema buried in the mess of ortega’s. he’s worried he hasn’t heard from you and wants you to get in touch—‘so charge stops losing his cool and shorting the lights, of course.’

huh. you never thought they’d be that worried about you…

you should probably call ortega….

you really should…

ugh, fine, you’ll call him. you don’t want him to be worried about you. you don’t want him to have worried about you. he’s always one to make a fuss.

the line rings and you silently hope he’s too busy to answer right n— “christ!” you hiss when he actually picks up.

“teigue?! are you there?!”

you blow smoke roughly and clearly your throat before answering. “uh, yeah, it’s. uh, it’s me.”

“dios mío, are you okay? where have you been??” he sounds genuinely upset and concerned and you idly wonder why. surely you don’t mean that much to him...

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. why?” you can’t help asking.

he sputters for a moment. “why? you went missing after the building collapsed! anathema and i went looking for you! we’ve been looking this whole time...where have you been??” he repeats but you barely hear it.

they...looked for you? why would they do that? you’re not one of the rangers… for a moment you don’t know how to respond. you want to ask why they care that much, why you’re important to them—but you realize you’d do the same thing for them. you care. and it seems, as unbelievable and foreign to you as it is, they care about you too.

“teigue? hello? ugh, stupid phone—“

“sorry, still here. uh, i’ve been at home recovering. got pretty banged up. but i’m okay. sorry to make you worry…” you answer finally.

“you couldn’t have called? just a text to say you were all right?” why is he reprimanding you?

“sorry, mom, you know I don’t use this phone—I forgot I even had it. more important things on my mind, you know.” you stop and sigh, knowing he was just worried. there’s no need to get upset with him.

“okay, next time you decide to disappear like that, just...let me know you’re okay. or that you’re not. either way. got it?”

you laugh. “is that an order from marshal charge? are the rangers gonna come to my rescue?”

“even if they won’t, i always will. if you need me to.” the sincerity of his tone throws you off for a moment. you’re both silent for a long while before he speaks again. “anyway...you okay to get back to fighting bad guys?”

you chuckle, the lightness of his tone making you feel relieved. “give me a few more days. i, uh, i’m still healing,” you offer with a huff of a laugh.

“mierda, still? how badly did you get hurt??”

ah, shit, you worried him again. “i’ll be fine, don’t worry. my leg got the worst of it. i’m okay, really. just need a few more days.” you say your goodbyes and as you head home you wonder why you lied. you’re fine, aside from the lingering bruises. the gash on your leg is healing quite nicely, actually. it hardly even hurts anymore.

maybe it was the weight of his words. ‘i always will.’ you hate when he gets all serious and genuine. he’s too good at making you feel things.

like hope.

#fallen hero rebirth #ricardo ortega #chargestep #sidestep #fic #my oc #ship: teitega #bad things happen bingo #teigue bayani #tags for the bingo card:#eating disorder mention #self harm mention #ask to tag

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hellobengski · 5 years ago

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In Another World: Japan 2019

Maybe to love is to learn – and learning Japan for quite some time is just beautiful with all its chaotic yet fulfilling desire at heart.

December is the season for family and friends and having to spend it another country again is different – a very memorable one. It is such a good grace of embracing new culture from a 5 hour trip away from home – living a temporary life, what it’s like to live in a world where everything seemed to be provided. The place itself is an art, where you can experience the calmness of the streets although I had to enjoy the freezing weather in which I was forced to wear almost four layers of clothing, including multiple heat packs to keep us going along the way. Nevertheless, Japan has its own way of welcoming you to the best possible ways it could offer, making exceptional memories of more than a dream.

Japan is in the top of my bucket list yet the very least to make it happen when I was younger. Given that it’s expensive, it requires you to apply for visa in which chosen people are only given the opportunity to process it. Maybe timing wasn’t for us then hence watching anime films was an alternative way to feel it. Japanese characters itself with perfectly triangular shaped faces used to be my hidden desire, like there’s something mystical about their personalities. And maybe timing could be right too. It could be right when the High Power allows you – specifically when you’re ready.

I have no idea what to hate in a place where it appears to be perfect. Utopia, as what they say. I went with a group of twenty people with various ages and personalities so there were two things that needed to be considered in this trip; to conform and to be patient. I have watched some documentaries, travel vlogs, and even movies like Hachiko to prepare myself with an expectant heart.

From there, I know Japan would lead us to wander and be lost.

Upon arriving in Japan, our group was picked up by huge sized black colored van including drivers who were definitely dressed well with their coat and tuxedo. We were late. And there is something wrong with that. It’s a bad Impression for Japanese people to be late since time is valuable – unless you have reasonable excuses. The tension was starting to fire up so I decided to apologise. The family did too. During the one-hour travel from Narita Airport to the first place where we stayed, I was mesmerized. The overwhelming emotions from visual presentations turned into reality. Maybe this is love, like seeing a person for the first time letting your head turn into 360.

Fallen leaves, chirping crows, and whistling of the winds. So this is winter – I have never felt this in my life. It surprised me as I was enjoying the giant automatic buildings. We toured several of Tokyo’s places, all of which had their own unique culture.

I experienced the towering skyscrapers and offices of Shinjuku and the shopping and pop culture of Harajuku. I learned how diverse Tokyo was: three blocks from the Tokyo Skytree, an observation tower that symbolizes Japan’s cutting-edge technology; Asakusa, an ancient Buddhist shrine where people prayed under enormous red lanterns and burnt incense for their ancestors. I noticed that this dramatic juxtaposition between the old and the new is what most characterized Japan: pop culture and technology contrasted yet blended with traditional customs and culture. While polar opposites of each other, these two aspects of Japan coexisted in perfect harmony. I believe that harmony sends an important message: you do not need to disregard the old in order to embrace the new. It is possible to honor and accept both.

And the bikes were electronic. I grew up learning how to ride a bike but never got the chance to do it in Japan. Maybe if I was just a solo traveler, I could use it to explore the clean roads.

Every train is a safe space.

With Haruki Murakami’s novel Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, fragments of imagination have conveyed my emotions to become a fan of train stations. I have seen some parts of myself through Tsukuru, how darkness made him feel as an empty person, lacking in color and identity. He was real to me. From millions of people that passed through me, he could’ve been there. That’s when I started to love the train stations even more.

They are always on time– and of course, a delay of even just one minute will result in profuse apologies from the conductor. Train stations are always staffed with employees who are ready to answer your questions and do so very well. Though we weren’t able to ride city buses, I believe they’re also great though I wasn’t sure if we can pay their fares with the same card we used to ride the train.

I have seen people coming in and out of the trains, like every person has its own story of why they needed to ride the train. On Tuesday, I remember some old man trying to stop his son from crying. On Friday night, I smelled ginger flavored beer from Japanese employees who just got off from work from Shibuya station. I liked the smell, it didn’t make me feel that I was in danger. Probably weekends are for Filipinos, like Saturday, who came all the way from Grandberry mall outlet to purchase almost half price of some original brands that are dying for.

It is just solely convenient. There were convenience stores that are open 24 hours a day and you can simply find one just about anywhere. We found some food, basic toiletry items and magazines. Another thing that’s a go-to in Japan is the vending machines. Vending machines are even more common than convenience stores, and you can find one by just walking a block or two. Most of them just sell drinks like water, coffee, tea, juice and soda. They’re usually quite cheap (100 yen at the cheapest), and you can get them hot in the winter or cold in the summer.

I personally bought drinks from vending machines almost all the time and they were worth it. And the food, oh the food. Japanese don’t have the highest life expectancy in the world for no reason. Never in my life have I tasted the best apple pie in the world until Japan let me. From its first bite down to last, it was beyond my ultimatum. No words could express it.

Even so with Ramen after a whole exhausting day, the warm soup with its perfect texture of noodles satisfied us. I believe that every food regardless if it’s in the streets or in a luxurious restaurant was served with love. They would want to make you feel like you deserve to be well treated with a quality of food that they could offer you.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language but in Japan, it has brought me to both --- tranquility and complexity. The demeanor of place demanded me to breathe. It gave me the power of wanting to be alone, looking back to nostalgic feelings that I felt and decisions I have made in my life.

Until another Utopian world took me to the fun and excitement part --- Tokyo’s Disneysea, the most brilliant story world’s ever created: a living ode to Walt Disney’s love for storytelling, world-building, and lovable characters. You see, Disney isn’t just made of Story Worlds – it’s also a story world in itself, and its star is Mickey remains the most iconic character ever drawn. Mickey belongs exclusively to the world of Disney; his presence invokes the idea that all of these smaller story worlds are part of something bigger, something uniquely magical. Mickey Mouse is the linchpin to the whole operation. He’s the reminder that Disneyland is more than the sum of its parts – it’s an experience unto itself.

Ultimately, the story of Disney sea is the story of my visit. My presence with my family defines the day; we get to pick rides and shows. Disney Park will always be an “open world,” where you explore, collect things, and meet characters in whatever sequence you choose.

Until sooner I realized we have one more day left to pack things and luggage. Items that were bought in Japan were already sort out, from gadgets to food, fridge magnets and even branded shoes. My mom had to buy another big trolley to maximize all the stuff so we could all bring home the goodies.

Just before the plane took off from Narita airport, I met an amazing couple from Japan. The lady’s Filipina, Marissa Suzuki, who’s married to a Japanese and been living in Japan for 30 years. The old man, Mr. Nori Suzuki, was 20 years older than her, had 2 children who were left at home. I was sitting from the window seat trying to calm myself from my episodic anxiety. The first thing she asked me was if there’s any book to read while waiting. I told her that there were just couple of magazines but probably wouldn’t satisfy her husband. It was a budget airline. She was hardly putting her bags on the bin until her husband helped her. And then she sat beside me. They smiled at me like they wanted to know me.

The two hour conversation started.

I felt the joy from their eyes, especially from the Japanese old man as they kept asking my whereabouts. They insisted on buying coffee and oatmeal cookies for me. I wanted to be polite so I smirked. Of course I was very hungry and didn’t eat some breakfast. They even offered wasabi nuts and matcha flavored round shaped sticky bread. I had to appreciate it although I didn’t really like the taste too much.

For once in my life, I tried staring to someone while sharing personal stories. I felt bittersweet from her expressions, how she left our country when her older sister brought her to Japan. It was like she didn’t have choice. She was only 17 back then when she faced the reality. I know she wanted to make me feel what she has been through. I could see through her eyes how she learned to love her husband from the first few years of their relationship. The difference of the culture and language didn’t really matter to her, instead, she was challenged by it. Mr. Suzuki was quite a storyteller, I was pretty convinced that he loves the Philippines with its warm people and weather. I love his words of wisdom; to treat people equally because we all deserve it; to value time because we all work for it; to give as much as you can because there’s no better feeling than to serve.

Funny how they wanted me to date a Japanese guy, or at least I should’ve met someone in a span of week. I could always go back, but will be definitely choosing a different weather. I admit I didn’t really have good sleep from the entire trip but maybe travels are for people who seek for adventure and stories.

From what I have learned in this trip, through its any lifestyle, people have survived. And we will always be. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.

With all my sincerity and respect, in another life, will always go back to you, Japan.

#japan #japantravel #japantravel2019 #holidaytrip #train #tokyo #tokyo disneysea #tokyojapan

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chogiwank · 7 years ago

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White Lace - Doyoung Smut

anon asked: can you do a doyoung smut that involves overstimulation please?

Pairing: FemaleReader x Doyoung

Warnings: public fingering,, dry hump,, oral sex,, unprotected sex,, spanking; pussy and ass?? ((i forgot acc i havent proof read LOLOLL)),, one line of degradation,, squirting,, overstimulation,, uhh and light choking I guess,, cockwarming??? is that even a warning I'm not sure oof

I hope you freaks enjoy this smut,, its like a little gift for 2 years of nct 127 ;)) i didnt plan it though lololll i just happened to finish this today also who the fuck let doyoung look like THAT in the vlive ive had enough

-Doyoung’s Darling

The mall was a fun place to go with your boyfriend. You two would try on outfits as the one hypes the other up, sometimes even pick out the most horrid combinations and laugh at each other. Trying on different types of sun glasses; some bigger than your face, heart shaped, star shaped and so on. When the two of you got hungry you’d head over to the food court and have a calorie fest, munching on delicious fast foods and sweets which definitely weren’t healthy and probably could risk your cholesterol and sugar levels to rise. Conversing with one another at the table, saying cheesy and lame jokes almost choking on your food, and playfully teasing the other - you’d ask for nothing more, malls dates and regular days with your boyfriend were and will always be the best.

“Dons?” You questioned.

“Yeah baby?” He spoke swallowing the bite of his burger.

“I still have some things left to buy...” you trailed off shifting your gaze to the food in front of you.

“Hmm?” He rose an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Panties.” You whispered. Doyoung’s ears perked up.

“Well how about we go right now? I’ll buy you some pretty ones.”

“W-what?”

“Let’s go.” Doyoung stood up from his seat, extending his arm out for you to take. “I’ll buy my pretty girlfriend some pretty lingerie.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Lingerie? Since when did I say I wanted lingerie?” Taking a hold of his hand you stood up and clung onto his arm.

“Well, you didn’t but I did.” Giving doyoung a stern look he pout at your reaction. “Come on y/n, please?”

“You know I hate it so much, they’re so hard to put on and so, so expensive. Regular underwear is already expensive enough.” You state.

“Not even for me?” Doyoung pout giving puppy dog eyes. “You don’t even have to buy it, just try it on for me, baby?”

You rolled your eyes ultimately agreeing to Doyoung’s request. He smiled brightly leading you to the lingerie store.

Now, Doyoung loved you a lot, there was no doubt he’d probably get rid of his kidney for you. Gather all the stars in the universe for you if it were possible. He loves every bit of you, from your personality to your looks, your body figure he finds every single detail of you perfect. Loves every bit of you which you don’t, and makes you love them too. He loves the sex you two have, vanilla, rough, and even car sex his mind gets blown every time at how good you feel around him, how you moan his name when he fingers you, eats you out and dicks you down. The way you ride him, boy he’s just so in love with you he’s whipped. Although, one thing he really does wish is to see you in lingerie. You don’t really mind it, it’s just not the most comfortable to wear, and not the cheapest to buy - and Doyoung understands and respects you not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable and so he never asks, but really he has his own fantasies and how could he pass off this opportunity. Who could blame him for just wanting one peek of his girlfriend in a pretty set of lingerie just for him.

This was finally his chance and he was not going to pass up on it.

Arriving at the store you looked around the different underwear while your boyfriend wandered off to do his own searching.

Jesus, $39 for one pair of underwear that...has no crotch, oh my! You thought as you picked up the black lace crotchless panty, blushing from the naughty underwear. Thoughts ran through your mind as your imagination got the best of you, wearing this underwear under a skirt or a sexy dress with Doyoung having access to your pussy easily, rubbing your clit and telling you how dirty you are to be wearing something so shamelessly, how he’ll be punishing you-

“Wow baby, never knew you were into that.” You were snapped out of your thoughts by your boyfriend's voice, your face flushed a darker red when you realized he’d caught you with the crotchless panties, well at least he wouldn’t know your dirty fantasies. He laughed at you being red-faced. “Here baby I got you something.” Placing a white set of lingerie in your hands he signalled you off to try it on. “Please?”

You smiled walking into one of the change rooms escorted by an employee, closing the door as your boyfriend waited outside. After putting on the white lace set you admired yourself in the mirror, wow your boyfriend knew your perfect size and such a simple yet sexy style that you loved. He knew you so well you had to credit him for that.

“Are you almost done, babe? Need help?” Your boyfriend knocked on the door checking in.

“Yeah, I’m fine - you want to see?”

“Of course I do.”

“Alright, come in.” You said opening the lock on the door moving back a little to fit your boyfriend in. Stepping into the room he closed the door from behind him, checking you over up and down. He was mesmerized by your beauty, your sexiness.

“Gorgeous.” His jaw dropped.

“I know right?” You giggled looking in the mirror. “It’s such a beautiful piece, you have amazing taste, Doyoung.”

Your boyfriend walked up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as he whispered,

“I wasn’t talking about the lingerie baby, I meant you.” His hot breath on your ear made the hairs stand up on your body. “You look gorgeous in it, you’re gorgeous every day it’s just today...” he trailed off. “Right now you’re making me feel things I really shouldn’t be.” He pushed himself closer into you, his bulge against your ass. You gasped.

“This is you y/n, all you.” He placed a kiss on your cheek slowly moving down to your jaw.

“Doyoung, we can’t we’re in public.” You attempted to push him off you, as he grabbed your hands in his.

“I’m not dumb y/n, I’m not whipping out my cock in a change room to fuck you, as much as I would I can’t.” He held you tighter against him, grinding himself against your ass. “But I do need to see you a mess for me in this just once, I can’t let you go without teasing you a little.”

He dragged his finger to your panties brushing his fingers over the lace. “Just stay quiet, you make any noise we’re both done for.” You gulped nodding your head at Doyoung’s command. “Good girl.”

Moving his fingers into the panties as he held your hands together with the other, he played with your folds, inserting one finger into your heat he began to spread your wetness around. Your breathing heavier as he kissed down your jaw to your neck. “You’re getting wet for me baby.” He whispered. “You like being fucked like this in public?” You whimpered at his words, holding in a moan and profanities you wanted to let out so badly but couldn’t.

He pushed you against the wall - cheek against the hardness, his bulge grinding into you from behind as he fondled each boob with one hand holding on to your waist with the other. His hand which held your waist moved down to knead your ass, pressing his chest into your back from behind his large framed over yours. His lips left a trail of wet kisses from your neck down to your shoulders and back up to your cheek. His hand which previously knead your ass moved up to your face gripping your jaw firmly to open your mouth as he left a hot kiss on your lips - biting your bottom lip, he began to thrust his hips forward from behind you gasped in surprise making Doyoung smirk at your reaction.

“You like that, baby?” He said lowly as he continued to thrust his clothed bulge into your ass. “You like me dry humping you? You probably want me to fuck you like this, don’t you? Taking you from behind out in public where we can just get caught? Probably dripping wet for me right now,” he drags his hand down into your underwear inserting a finger into your heat once again - your breath hitches in your throat from the contact, thrusting his finger in and out as he thrust his hips into your ass, he let out a chuckle at your wetness, “you naughty girl”

You struggle to keep in your moans as you silently whimpered against the wall, debating to plea for Doyoung to ‘stop, please stop’ or “fuck, faster please, don’t stop.’ stop baby don’t stop Your breathing began to feel heavier as your high began to build up and as fast as it did, it came down just as quick as Doyoung removes himself from you upon hearing the employee’s voice at the door.

“is everything okay in there?”

“Yes, it is,” Doyoung responded.

“Okay well, one of you better come out quick because it’s only one person per room!”

“of course, I apologize my girlfriend needed some help I’ll be out in a second.”

“Alright.” The employee walked off to return to her duties. Doyoung turned to you helping you stand up straight,

“Change back into your clothes baby, I’ll buy this for you.”

“B-but...” you said with heavy breaths.

“I know you like it, keep it.” Your boyfriend bit his lip as he leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’ll wait out for you, get dressed.”

You nodded as he walked out of the change room. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you clearly looked wrecked - face flushed and hair messy, legs wobbly returning to their stable state. You bit your lip as you thought of all the possibilities that could happen tonight if you bought the lingerie set. It couldn’t do any harm, probably end up making the sex even better and hey you didn’t hate it surprisingly, it’d be worth it. ‘okay, let’s do it’ you thought to yourself taking off the bra and panties smirking to yourself about the probable events later tonight.

After changing back into your normal clothes you head back to the counter seeing your boyfriend make small conversation with the cashier. Spotting you he waved over and you placed the articles on top, he took out his credit card and paid for the set, thanking the cashier and flashing you a bright innocent smile he led you two out of the mall to the car. He really has the fucking audacity to act as if he didn’t just finger you in the change room five minutes ago and left during your build up, what a tease.

The car ride home was silent, not much being said just music being played in the background. The sexual tension could’ve been cut with a knife. Gosh, you wanted to tease him so bad make him hard and leave him hanging to give him a taste of what he did to you. You’d be in big trouble but would it be worth it?

Yes.

He’d fuck you so rough and bruise your hips, ass whatever suited his taste. His hands would be on your throat and spank your clit. He’d leave your pussy sore and throat so dry in the morning, you’d probably be feeling it for the next three days, maybe even a week. Oh and the best part? Cockwarming. If he was up for it he’d leave himself in you and fall asleep spooning you, waking you up from your sleep by thrusting into you with the most amazing morning sex, one of your favourite ways to start off your day.

Grasping the lingerie bag tighter with one hand you snuck the other on to the top of his jean clothed thigh, drawing light circles with nothing but a quick glance from Doyoung as he continues to focus on the road ahead. He had a sudden hitch of breath as you placed your hand on top his clothes cock cupping it. You slowly rubbed him through his jeans as he firmly gripped your wrist with his hand forcing you to stop.

“You’ll regret that.” He spoke in a husky tone. “Stop before I either pull over and fuck you in the car or you accidentally get us in a car crash.” And with that you sat back in the passenger seat with a smug look on your face, an accomplished mission? Yes. You thought to yourself staring at Doyoung’s crotch and the slight buldge which showed through his jeans.

Arriving inside your apartment you took your shoes off and began to speak waiting for your boyfriend. “Should I go put this on?”

He chuckled at your question. “I don’t think I’ll have enough patience to take it off you.” Doyoung walked intimidatingly closer to you a devilish smile took over his facial features. You walked back until the back of your legs hit the armrest of the couch. “Maybe another time, y/n” he took the bag from your hand placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. “But for now lay back on the couch.” letting out a yelp as your boyfriend pushes you back into the couch and hovers above you, hands on either side of your head caging you in underneath him. He began to fondle with your breasts as you arched your back from the contact. Your sensitivity from before getting the best of you.

“You looked so sexy in that lace, baby girl.” He whispered into your ear. Placing a kiss on your earlobe and cheek, “too bad you can’t wear it right now, it’d be a shame, either way, ending up tore on the floor.” He growled attaching his lips to yours in a heated kiss, moving down to your jawline and neck - only deattatching to slip your shirt off.

He never really left hickeys on places which could be exposed to the public, he liked them to be in places only you two would know, and under any condition, another man would try to get his way with you would know that you’re taken. He liked keeping them hidden, kind of like a little dirty secret.

That being said, he left a trail of wet kisses from your neck, passing your collarbones and down to the valley of your breasts. He moved his lips under one of them occupying his hands by playing with your nipples, roughly punching and squeezing them as you tangled your fingers in his hair. He sucked, kissed and bit underneath your boob until a purple flower formed and gave the same treatment to the other.

Finishing up with your breasts he left a trail of occasional purple and red flowers down to your stomach. Sliding down your bottoms and throwing them off somewhere in the room, he placed your legs over his broad shoulders leaving a kiss on your panty covered pussy, the thin fabric not doing much to stop you from letting out a whimper from the contact. Gosh, you wanted him so bad, you just wanted him to touch you, wreck you. You pushed your clothed pussy into his face silently begging him to eat you out, finger you, fuck you, whatever he pleases you just needed relief.

He let out a chuckle at your desperate action. “Tell me what you want, babygirl.”

You let out a shaky breath, “touch me.”

“Be more specific, darling.” He snickered.

“make me cum, please.” You plead Doyoung. You just needed a relief, just one really good fucking orgasm.

“You think you deserve it?” Doyoung said stern. “After what you did in the car?”

“Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.” You said in a high pitch, your sexual frustration taking over you.

“Yes you will.” Doyoung laughed, almost sounding evil. “Don’t say fake apologies, you know I can see through you when you lie.” He stood up and walked over to the front of the couch grabbing on your hair roughly, causing you to hiss from the slight pain - he pulled you down on the ground to your knees. After fiddling with his belt for a while he opened it and pulled his jeans and underwear down to reveal his hard cock. It dripped with precum and hit against his stomach - your mouth watered at the sight you wanted to suck him off right then and there, but you couldn’t not until he told so. - moving up to his shirt he pulled it off throwing it somewhere across the room and there your boyfriend stood in all of his naked glory with his broad body, hard cock in hand and abs you all can fucking fight me ur opinions are valid but I highly believe Kim doyoung has abs liKE COME ON HES LITERALLY GONG MYUNG’S SIBLING HOW CAN HE JUST NOT HAVE ABS BUT BIG ASS TIDDIES KSSKKS

“Suck.” He commanded grabbing a fistful of hair and shoving his cock into your mouth. He let out a sigh of relief as you moaned sending vibrations through. He forcefully bobbed your head up and down his length head thrown back with his neck exposed. As he got lazy allowing you to have more control you decided to push him down further in your throat. Holding onto the back of his thigh you brought your mouth deeper down on him, praises left his mouth alongside curses and your name. The moment his cock hit the back of your throat it twitched signalling his release. His breathing got heavier as his grip on your hair tightened once again thrusting his hips into your mouth letting out a groan during his climax. “Fuck, fuck,” he said releasing his load in your throat forcing you to swallow down, pumping out the rest on your breasts. “You’re so dirty babygirl, but you deserve a couple rewards after giving that blowjob. Your mouth works wonders y/n, and it’s all for me.” He yanked you up onto your feet placing a rough kiss on your lips. Making out with you for a while as he squeezed and spanked your ass pink, you wrapped your arms around his neck playing with the hairs on his scalp gently tugging them causing Doyoung to let out tiny moans.

He moved his hands up to your hips pushing you down into the couch behind you. He spread open your legs as he kneeled down, face near your heat, leaving a kiss on your clothed pussy up to the waistband. Trapping the band between his teeth he looked up at you sitting back on the couch unable to form words and still panting with your hair a mess including a pink tinge over your cheeks and nose. He smirked as he pulled down your panties to your knees and let them fall down to pool at your ankles as you kicked them off to the side. He opened your legs wide for him once again his palm making direct contact with your clit with a hard smack, causing you to let out a mewl and instinctively close your legs. Pushing open your legs, his tongue licked up your slit. He teased you until you whined which didn’t really take that long, and began to eat you out, licking and sucking especially on your clit. Who could’ve known that tiny bundle of nerves could give you so much pleasure?

Your moans began to be high pitched as your climax approached and you released your cum on his lips. He licked you up clean until the cum was gone, but didn’t seem to stop. Your clit became highly sensitive and you begged him to stop but he didn’t listen. He continued to lick up your pussy as your fingers tangled into his hair and your legs on his shoulders tried to push him away, his strength overtook yours. You gave up after a few tries as a cry released from your mouth feeling another orgasm hit, sweat formed on your forehead feeling the orgasm rush through you, back arching and eyes closed. You let out profanities as Doyoung cleaned you up, immediately closing your legs to protect your sensitive nub - you lay on the couch in one of your most vulnerable states, naked and trembling with the sight of your boyfriend in front of you with a smug look, as he knows he’s got full power over you and there’s nothing you can do to stop him. You both know who’s clearly in charge during sex and boy does Doyoung make his point clear.

Hold your ankles with one hand he pushed your legs as far back he could and gripping his cock with the other, slowly teasing your entrance with it.

“don’t ruin the sofa.” You weakly spoke.

Doyoung smirked, “then I’ll have to cum inside of you.”

You moaned at the feeling of his raw length thrusting into your pussy, you already being sensitive from your two previous orgasms let out whimpers and cries as your boyfriend thrust in and out of you. Of course you had your safe word and you could use it anytime and he’d immediately stop, but you didn’t want him to. Stuck right on the tip of your tongue you just had to say it, but he felt so fucking good in your dripping heat.

“Who’s are you babygirl?” Doyoung panted.

“Doyoung’s...” you whispered. “I’m yours Doyoung.” You gasped feeling a sudden smack on your thigh.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Such a good girl but such a dirty whore.”

You felt your third orgasm approach as your muscle contract around your boyfriend’s cock and your hands formed into fists, toes curling up. “I’m so fucking close, please I need to cum.”

Doyoung shook his head, “go y/n. Cover my cock with your cum.”

You sighed leaning your head back eyes shut tightly, orgasm took over you all of a sudden, the pleasure shooting through you like a bullet - back arching up and letting out a cry for Doyoung as your juices covered his cock. Slowing down his rough thrusts he took his cock out leaving you empty to collect your juices and put them back inside you, filling up your pussy once again.

He let go of your ankles lifting you up off the couch just enough to switch places. You now sat on top of him straddling his lap.

He continued to thrust up into your limp figure which lay against his chest.

“I’m almost there baby girl, just a little more I promise you.”

You nodded your head, sitting up arms rest on his shoulders as you began to move your hips to match with his thrusts. He loosely wrapped his hand around your throat with a light squeeze connecting your lips to his, he pulled you into a sweet yet passionate kiss. Panting encouraging words of ‘almost there’ ‘just a little longer baby girl, I’m so fucking close’ and ‘you’re so gorgeous I hope you remember that forever’

Your sweaty bodies hugged against one another as his load released into you, immediately triggering another orgasm through you, but this time it was different. It felt more intense, you let out a tear from the sudden pleasure ripping through you.

Relaxing your body you looked at Doyoung his face plastered with a huge smile.

“What’re you smiling so brightly for?” You panted confused.

“You squirt.” He states. “I made you squirt.”

And that’s when you came to the realization, looking down at the mess on Doyoung’s stomach which also dripped to the couch your face full of embarrassment.

“Oh my god I-“

“Don’t get the couch dirty, she said. Then she fucking squirts on the couch” He mocked.

“Shut up Doyoung!” You laughed, playfully punching his chest, your face still flushed red.

“I’m joking!” He laughed. “Let’s go get ourselves cleaned up.” He placed a kiss on your nose, helping you stand up with your wobbly legs getting up himself he picked you up bridal style carrying you to the bathroom. Of course, considering your tiring activities and Doyoung knowing your limit he made no moves to initiate another round, instead just taking a relaxing warm bubble bath to help you both clean up to sleep for the night. A caring and considerate boyfriend indeed.

Laying in bed you waited for Doyoung to dry himself off and join you. He walked in, of course still naked as were you - neither of you wanted to take the effort to put on clothes. You rolled over onto your side as he climbed in behind you, sliding an arm around your waist and the covers over you two.

“Y/N, I’m cold.” He pouts.

“Get another blanket.”

“No, I mean ...I'm cold,” Doyoung emphasizes the last two words and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Doyoung, can you just say you want your cock in me while you sleep?” You giggled. Doyoung whined, mumbling nonsense under his breath making you laugh at his embarrassment. “Of course, go ahead.”

He shifted under the covers, lining up his cock with your entrance slowly sliding in. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him filling you up. “You can’t do that, you’ll make me hard again.” He whispered under his breath.

You laughed at your effect on your boyfriend. “Shut up and sleep.” You cuddled closer into him, your back pressed to his chest. He snuck his arm up to your breast, gently squeezing it as he placed a soft kiss to your cheek. “I need to make sure you’re alive while we’re sleeping.”

You rolled your eyes at his lame excuses. “Goodnight, Dons.”

“Goodnight, I love you y/n.” He nuzzled his face into your neck.

“I love you too.” And with that, you drifted off to sleep - your boyfriend’s hand which lay upon your breast, his cock inside you and hot breath on your skin - The covers over you both shielding your naked bodies.

A/N: Welp I hope you all liked this smut and I hope this is up to your standards anon!! (^_^) please feel free to send in feedback and requests!!

++ let me just say how sexy kim doyoung looked in that nct 127 vlive for 2 years of 127,, a whole fucking 5 course meal eating a meal?? if my man doesn't look THAT good in a suit he can suck his own dick - Doyoung’s Darling

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