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JUDE, JENNY, ANGEL & CALLIE — DAY THIRTY-THREE.

location : day beds

time : mid-day maybe idk

description : judenny and angellie are all disgustingly PDA while discussing 2000s trends like planking and gangnam style.

featuring : jenny / @blondcs ; angel / @dobits ; callie / @graftisms

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

she almost feels bad for the neglected daybed that sits untouched while jude, angel and callie all crowd onto the pink one. it’s compelling enough that in her trek toward them she stops off to offer the yellow pillows a consolatory pat before plucking one up to carry along with her as she makes her way to the popular side. “incoming,” is her only warning, and a minute too late. she tosses the pillow at an engrossed angel and is already flopping onto jude hard enough that their skin slaps then slides against his, her body extending over the full length of him, chest to chest, toe to toe. “does it look like i’m planking?” the words get muffled against him briefly before she turns to face them, her smile softening into something shyer. “what’re you guys talking about?”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

distracted, jude notices jenny a second too late, no time to brace himself before she's diving on top of him, a groan as the sharp indents of her hipbones collide with his, his hands coming up to catch her. "christ sake, give a guy some warning." his hands slide around to her bum, keeping her on him, mouth dipping to press a kiss to the space where her shoulder meets her neck. "some people get off from this," he tells her, solemnly, like he's discussing a deadly disease. "i'm serious, just from another person putting their whole body weight on them." naturally, she's probably now thinking about whether jude's one of those people — he's not. "talkin' about how fuckin' annoying you are... bit awks, actually." jude teases, fingers mussing through a handful of her hair. god, he hopes callie doesn't think he's like, negging her or whatever. he's just british.

angel reid

“oh, that’s me,” angel snaps and points with recognition to jude’s kink lesson. “i mean… not get off,” he clarifies, a glance up to callie whose body he’s leaned back against, his back tucked between her legs. “what, you guys don’t fuck with weighted blankets?” whatever they were talking about before was probably even less interesting than this. “— wait, did you say planking?” angel snorts. he takes callie’s hands like they’re his second set, pretends like he’s gonna box jenny with them, jabbing. “2012 wants their meme back, buddy.”

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥��𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

she half expects jenny to end up kneeing jude in the nuts when she jumps on him like that, only mildly disappointed when he doesn't, even if she winces in anticipation anyway. "that makes me hot thinking about it," callie makes a face at the thought of fucking under weighted blankets, before clarifying, "—sweaty, i mean. but i've also never seen a weighted blanket that big, so," a shrug. she won't knock it til she tries it, though she tends to run warm anyway, preferring sheets to heavy blankets. her eyes roll lightly as angel manhandles her wrists, swatting him away after a few seconds so she can take the pillow jenny threw at him and pretends to smother him with it. in the end, she just pushes it into his chest and hugs her arms around it, a callie-angel-pillow sandwich. "i bet jude was really into planking back then, weren't you?"

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

"yeah?" she mumbles against the shell of jude's ear, nipping at it before folding her arms up to rest against his chest. this is nice, reminds her of earlier days in the villa back when she had josh and rhys to lean on. sure it's not her usual trio and she still feels slightly cautious around callie, but there's no room for lingering tension with jude and angel's bromance taking center stage. it's too easy to get swept up in the chat, the bants, the effortless way their energies bounce off one another and, in turn, off everyone else. both times she means to interject with a schoolyard 'oooh,' the lovebirds self correct just as the sound comes out and jenny has to snort back a laugh, sharing a look with jude, communicating through a scrunch of her nose, maybe the slightest shift of her hips. "look at him, he's such a planker. that's the same era as parkour, right?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

"remind me never to touch a weighted blanket at your gaff," jude notes, nose wrinkling up at the thought of angel's spaffy weighted blankets, though it doesn't last long, the weight of jenny above him enough to distract him. "makes you hot?" jude pries, half-excited, before callie can mince her words. "oh. sweaty..." boring. "you guys will have to get 'his' and 'hers' blankets when you're sharing a bed on the outside. so angel's can be weighted and yours can be like, a sheet or whatever." jenny's biting his ear then, dragging his attention away, and his sigh is half-moaned, though fortunately quiet enough that probably only jenny hears it—he doesn't need to give callie another reason to not hang out with him. it's sweet of callie to be putting in effort with him, even if it is just enquiring about his ability to plank. "sounds like you're calling me a plonker." is that a word on their side of the pond? "but yeah. i was big into planks, leisure diving, gangnam style... teenage jude was like, the king of tiktok trends before tiktok was even a thing." im literally cringing writing this. his hand slides down to ping the band of jenny's bikini bottoms, stomach tightening at the shift of her hips.

angel reid

“oh, you’re gonna touch my gaff,” angel tells jude, mostly sarcastically miffed. “you’re gonna be all up in my gaff.” he’s got not a single clue what gaff means. “well, the way she cuddles—,” voice muffles against the pillow callie presses into his face, “it’s all over the place.” even imminent death doesn’t stop him from teasing her, demonstrating the way callie sleeps by messily slinging his leg and half an arm over jenny and jude. “it’s basically like having a weighted blanket.” as if angel has any grounds to comment on personal space, sprawled out over her. judifer seem partly distracted, sliding around on top of each other and angel scoffs a laugh sotto voce. “you guys’ll have to get a cold shower on the outside,” spoken out the side of his mouth to callie. “wait — how’s gangnam style go again?” g’head. take the bait, jude.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

"hey!" angel's ribbing makes her scoff, arms uncoiling around him so she can lean back on the palms of her hands, in a poor attempt to create some space while he's literally still on top of her. "you know what, i'll remember that tonight, when you're begging for my cuddles. i wouldn't want to smother you." but she can't even say it without smirking, because there's just something so funny about this entire scenario, the four of them on the same bed being gross with their pda. all she wants to do is tell jenny and jude to get a room—which she basically does, with a quick "sorry, should we leave you two alone?"—but with angel sprawled on top of her, it's not like they're that much better, just predictably pg. it's just nice to once again be in a couple she can feel this comfortable in, she thinks, laughing easily at jude's incredibly unsurprising peek into his teen years. "wait, what's leisure diving?"

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

“are you a plonker?” the word doesn’t quite roll off the tongue with her over-annunciated american ‘r,’ and not even the flirty lilt of her voice can keep it from sounding a little ugly. she snorts, whirling on angel. “does callie do that too? just casually drop the most made up sounding words you’ve ever heard in your life. i swear, this one speaks a foreign fucking language,” she pinches jude’s nose then, snapping her teeth just shy of it, though angel’s flailing nearly throws off her depth perception. the slant of her brows is all suggestive as she reaches behind her for the loose limb draped across them. “well you know what they say about wild cuddlers,” and makes like she’s going to steer his hand down to her ass before letting it free with a wicked little laugh. god, they’re too easy. she nuzzles back against jude’s chest, her voice lowering just for him then, heavy gaze dipping from his eyes to his lips. there’s a moment’s hesitation, just a second to build the tension as if she’s about to say something filthy until, “if you sing gangnam style right now, i swear to fucking god.” a low laugh and her toes curl against his before she tucks her face down, collects herself—no way this guy can be so hot yet so cringe—then turns to callie. “leave us alone? why?” she pushes her hips into jude. visibly. “c’mon, we’re all having fun… keys are in the bowl…”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“don’t all showers have a cold setting?” jude’s probably just as partial to a cold shower as a hot one. nothing like a freezing cold wake up call to gear you up and at 'em for a five am start. if he wasn’t so close with angel, he’d probably be suspicious of the way jenny guides his hand down towards her ass, backing out at the last second. would angel fuck jenny? surely not. bro code, right? jeez, jude. paranoid much? “no way, bro. i’m not doing gangnam style.” and have that follow him around for the rest of his life? cringe. predictably, jenny’s all over him like a rash, his hand sliding over her waist to draw her closer, mouth meeting hers in a quick peck. she makes it so easy to be affectionate, despite callie’s sour suggestion that they should get a room. probably, but he feels like—for jenny, at least—half the fun is flaunting it. it’s alright for jenny. if she gets horny, no one will be any wiser, but if jude gets horny it’s a different kettle of fish entirely, and he’s not looking to get a boner when they’re hanging out with friends. callie provides the perfect out, jude’s hands fastening around jenny’s hips to shove her off him, a kiss pressed against her forehead like a consolation prize. “leisure diving is like…” jude moves to the other day bed, folds one arm behind his head and places the other on his hip, adopting a relaxed pose as he dives horizontally onto the day bed. “usually, you’d do it into water off a diving board. people get crazy with props and stuff, like, reading the newspaper, having a coffee. actually, you know what. let’s not half ass this...” patting down the pocket of his trunks, jude fishes out a solitary cig, and pops it in his mouth. he pushes up from the day bed and jogs over towards the pool, leaping up at the last second and leisure diving in, one hand behind his head, the other lighting his cig, which disintegrates the moment he hits the water, but worth it for the meme.

angel reid

“not really,” angel answers jenny’s aside thoughtfully, playful in their pretending that their partners aren’t literally right there. “mostly it’s just super weird turns of phrases. although — y’know, i still have no idea where ‘crikey’ comes from.” he’d thought she was joking the first time she said it, an australian cliche. angels pulls on the blonde’s grip like she’s threatening to stick it in the fire pit, accentuating the drama with a chain of ewewew and a decisive sicko. then he’s paying attention to jude who easily claims the spotlight, angel absently reaching back to find the arms callie is keeping from him in punishment, the goal to form her around him again. “man, the brits are so weird,” angel jokes under his breath, a bit surprised that there are enough pools in england for this to be a meme. it does prove entertaining though, he sits up laughing as jude breaks the surface of the water mid-drag. “‘kay, that looked kinda sick.” he wants in. mic is peeled from around his neck and left in the absence he leaves in callie’s lap. he grabs one of the daybed pillows as he runs to the pool. his leisure dive is as horizontal as possible, pillow clutched under his head like he’s in the middle of taking a nap.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬.

"where does anything come from?" she argues, with a roll of her eyes. "it's not like you americans are without your weird slang." she'll never forget the first time she heard someone use the word bush outside of talking about the outback. granted, crikey isn't exactly hip lingo back home, but it's what happens when you grow up learning how to speak by your grandparents. eyebrows raise in interest while she watches jude perform for them like a little boy demanding attention by throwing himself onto the next bed over, letting angel wrap her arms around him again just for him to pull out of her grip only a minute later. letting out a laugh, she sits up so she can crane her neck better to watch them both dive into the pool, looking absolutely bloody ridiculous. glancing over at jenny, she shares a look with her, because surely she has to feel it too. "we're dating twelve years olds, aren't we?" she laughs. it's never felt so apparent as it does right now that callie isn't used to dating dudes, even if this is arguably something frankie would've done as well.

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧

"whoa that's—oof—deep. hey," she manages whilst being tossed aside like yesterday's paper. just a quick peck to soften the blow and a half-landed smack to his ass, though he skirts just far enough away that her hand can't manage that nice, satisfying 'thwack' before he's off and running. it can't be worse than gangnam style, yet for all the cringing and massaging of her temples, she has to keep her mouth pinched tight to fend off a big, goofy smile. "what a loser," but it's all affection as she whips out her phone, not fast enough to get the shot of jude but with enough time to crawl to the edge of the bed and nab one of sleeping beauty over there. she snickers and holds it out so callie can see, sharing in her 'reluctant' amusement. "twelve and a half, actually, " she corrects in her best prepubescent boy. "wait—guys!" the redirect is sudden enough that callie likely falls victim to the abrupt change in volume as she turns toward the pool, cupping one side of her mouth to amplify her voice. not that she needs a ton of help there—she's a former cheerleader from new jersey. "do one together! let me get a couples' shot!"

#⥂ jude dempsey. ╱ threads.#jude & jenny 010.#jude & callie 003.#jude & angel 006.

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pidgeyatto · 2 years ago

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2022 is finally over hell yeah oppa gangnam style. I really like your Falkner, I don't think I've seen anybody write him with as much detail as you do. Hope to see more bird content throughout 2023! And I hope you are feeling better after wrestling the plague into submission. God I hope I'm sending this ask to the right person.

anything to say to me before 2022 is over !? // accepting!

oh youll definitelt get more bird content in 2023!!! my goal is to be more active and have fun and thread with as many people as i can, i am feeling better too <3 but thank you!!! im so glad you like my falkner, he’s my bot and a character ive put so much thought into it makes me so happy to know thst he’s enjoyed ;v;

#⌜-- ooc #mobile tbt #seginbeats #grips you. inlove your giacomo too!!

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ibubblesunoo · 25 days ago

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welcome to yohan's corner 🎸

LOADING CHAT 💬 . . .

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chat room #1

enter key: #1228

[user : yohan has entered the chat room]

[user : 404 has entered the chat room]

[yohan]

do you think they're gonna read this?

[404]

depends if they have the time to waste…

[yohan]

I'm not that boring am I?

[404]

it really just depends on the day sometimes your alright

[yohan]

well now that I have them here what do I talk about?

[404]

tell them about yourself you idiot

[yohan]

about myself?… well my name is yohan

[404]

yeah no shit they can see it as your chat name talk about the stuff they don't know about you

[yohan]

oh like the fact I'm trans and use he/him pronouns?

[404]

now your understanding it wasn't so hard wasn't it

[yohan]

well I'm also bisexual… what else I guess I'm emo and love the band 5 seconds of summer

[404]

god please don't get into a 5sos rabbit hole again I couldn't get you to stop talking about them last time you mentioned that band

[yohan]

hey it's not my fault they're a good band! I've loved them ever since 2011 and if you must know my favorite song is voodoo doll my favorite member is calum my second fav member is a tie between Michael and Luke

[404]

oh god please stop I don't need to hear more shit about this band

[yohan]

did you know I own both 5SOS5 and calm on cassette and I own every main album on cd, I also own the how did we end up here documentary on dvd

[404]

hey I heard you also like kpop isn't that right? I mean you don't have sunoo in your username for nothing

[yohan]

oh yeah I do like kpop! my older sister got me into it in 2016 the first song other than gangnam style that I heard from the genre was stop stop it by got7 and they actually became the first kpop group I ended up stanning. I remember listening to the identify album on loop so much that I think I know every song front to back, and if you want to know my favorite kpop song of all time is Russian roulette by red velvet my favorite girl group, my favorite boy by the way group is enhypen stanning them since watching I-land which was so traumatic by the way made me cry at the end and hearing into the I-land still makes me tear up a little

[404]

ok hearing you talk about kpop is just as worse as hearing you talk about 5sos… who knew you had all that shit to ramble on about

[yohan]

and I'm not even done with 5sos. I own livesos and the feeling of falling upwards on cd as well, I also have the she looks so perfect ep on cd and hope to get the don't stop ep on cd at some point because try hard is too good not to have on physical media

[404]

enough about those Australian men! god one more word about 5sos and I might block you

[yohan]

oh well then I guess I can talk about idk how I like yo-kai watch? If there's even still a fandom for that or how about beyblade! The x series just came out and I'm so happy the beys are made by tomy because I'm sorry some hasbro beys suck ass

[404]

not your dead fandom interests anything but that! your basically purposely talking to a brick wall at this point

[yohan]

excuse you! beyblade still has a pretty decent community just go look up beyblade on YouTube right now and you'll find countless YouTubers who base themselves on beyblades and still upload to this day!

[404]

ok maybe beyblades aren't as much of a dead fandom as I thought but still there's not gonna be one reading this now you know

[yohan]

well then I'll talk about monster high! and how I currently own ten g3 dolls and how I want to own g1 dolls eventually

[404]

I honestly forgot monster high got brought back

[yohan]

yeah and it's doing pretty well wouldn't say amazing but well enough to make Mattel want to make more g3 dolls

[404]

why'd you sent me this sonic post? you know I don't have a clue about sonic the hedgehog and it's weird lore

[yohan]

shadow reminds me of you

[404]

I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult

[yohan]

it was definitely a compliment

[404]

skeptical but ok…

[yohan]

now that you mention video games with lore I couldn't help but bring up kingdom hearts!! I only have amazing things to say about that series

[404]

ok I will not lie kingdom hearts is a great series and the story is very interesting

[yohan]

oh my god I almost forgot about fnaf!!

[404]

let's save all the fnaf talk for when the second movie comes out

[yohan]

have I mentioned Sanrio yet and how my favorite character is pompompurin?

[404]

you have now

[yohan]

do they know my favorite Disney movie is big hero 6?

[404]

again they know now…

[yohan]

do they know my favorite aesthetic is frutiger aero? and that I based my carrd off of it?

[404]

they do now!

[yohan]

oh I know for sure they don't know my favorite fruit is a strawberry and how I live for strawberry milk

[404]

I don't know how you can drink and eat strawberries all the time without getting sick of it

[yohan]

I'm surprised my body hasn't tried to reject it yet from how much I consumed strawberries

[404]

what's your favorite flower?

[yohan]

cherry blossoms!! I even made a mini Lego cherry blossom bonsai tree

[404]

don't you play splatoon?

[yohan]

yup! I even own the limited edition splatoon 3 switch oled model

[404]

rich motherfucker…

[yohan]

says the one who just bought themselves the iPhone 16 even though their iPhone 15 worked just fine but they needed the new one

[404]

the colors of the 16 looked cute! stop hating loser

[yohan]

whatever you say

[404]

anything you want to close out this chat room with?

[yohan]

I hope whoever reads this is having a good day know your loved and respected and if anyone treats you badly know you have a home right here with us <3

[404]

come visit us anytime ~

[yohan]

peace out!

[user : 404 has logged out]

[user: yohan has logged out]

chat room is now closed !

#intro post #blog intro #intro card #pinned intro #introductory post #introduction #introducing post #introducing myself #fyp #fypシ #tumblr fyp #fypage

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slimylittlemaggot · 7 months ago

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Oh my god, please tell me he can do the gangnam style

Many character ideas

Wanna tell me about them?

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years ago

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-(detective Manifold and Puffy AU)-

Have some scene I've been thinking for a while and it's rent free

—————

[Puffy visiting Jack's house]

Puffy: you live like this!? How can you survive this long!?

Jack: welcome to my life, Puffy

[In the background]

Tubbo: *vibin with Gangnam style in full volume aggressively*

Micheal: *smacking the table he's in with the vibe*

—————

[Visiting the SBI base w/out Puffy]

Jack: Wilbur..

Wilbur: Jack..

Jack: why is my brothers here?

Wilbur: Phil decided to adopt them

Jack: AND YOU LET HIM!?!?

Wilbur: STOPPING HIM IS BEYOND THE IMPOSSIBLE, JACK!!! ADOPTING KIDS IS LIKE A FORCE OF NATURE FOR HIM!!!

Jack: AT LEAST TELL ME FIRST, YA DICKHEAD!!!

This implies that Jack’s house is a mess and that gives more reason for him to go with the scheme and more reason for Puffy to try and adopt those three. Also those vibes are very good. The vibes are good.

And then we have Phil just adopting Tubbo and Michael without telling Jack and I find that hilarious. Oh my god.

#dream smp #dream smp au #detective manifold and puffy au #jack manifold #jack manifold tv #captain puffy #tubbo #michael the baby piglin #michael the baby #wilbur soot #ask #queue

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shesawriter39049 · 4 years ago

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|Breakdown’s & Bugatti’s| M|

PAIRING: Namjoon x Reader (Ft a hint of Tae & Jin)

About- Namjoon just does what he has to do to keep you ....calm while at a charity gala!

OR:

CHAPTER 1 : MEET THE KIMS OF NEW YORK

**WARNINGS: **Semi public sex, Fingering (F receiving), Minimal prep, Light dirty talk, Light spit play, Choking, Spanking, Gags (Makeshift), Non protective sex (Creampie), light overstimulation

WC: 7K (This is a sneak peak so it’s 1.2k)

NON SEXUAL WARNINGS: (Fictional political background) Hints at recreational drug use (Molly) Brief mentions of death, father issues, and panic attacks/anxiety (All of these topics are super minor but again, out of respect I’m mentioning them)

The remaining “characters” will be introduced at a later date

This chapter hints at various future plots

This is almost 2 years old, I reworked it recently

If you’ve been following me for a while this is the original draft for “Club First Royale”

FINAL NOTE: I haven’t been active in damn hear a year ( 8 months) So I am posting sneak peeks intentionally! No, not to torture you guys lol but to get my blog flowing again because I’m sure people aren’t really checking in anymore

OT7 ALTERNATING STORYLINES

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FINALLY, fuck 36737 years later you spot your Kim!

Standing there in all his glory, in a Valentino slim fit navy blue suit, the jacket appearing to have some sort of paisley print, opting against a tie. Leaving his crisp white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, teasing at his broad carnalized chest as he makes his way from the bar. Heading over to the table, which has an empty seat waiting right beside him with your name written all over it...literally!

Purposely dodging the old lady to your left in a coat that would have PETA ready to throw hands! Gaudy diamonds, terrible Botox, and smelled as if she showered in an entire bottle Chanel No. 5!

Yeah, no, sorry, not in the mood for another meet and greet right now!

“Joonie” Squeals from your lips once you’re in close enough proximity, his dark piercing eyes cut over to meet yours. A playful smirk tugging on those sinfully thick lips of his, accompanied by those disrespectful ass dimples!

“There she is!” Eyes dripping with warmth, as he ushered you in with open arms ,and in these types of situations, Namjoon felt like home, he was your safe space. “You look fuckin good” The words hushed into your hair in a tenor meant for your ears and your ears only! A hint of something a little more than just friendly playing on his tongue.

A small little “Thank you” leaves your lips, and if I didn't know any better I’d think the compliment made you a little flustered.

Namjoon was the definition of Ocean arm’s and goddamn if you didn't just love how big this man was! It literally felt like he was hiding you from the entire universe when he has you nuzzled into his frame! The whole interaction couldn't have lasted longer than 20 seconds in all actuality but god you needed it!

Face flush to his chest, wrapping your arms firm around his waist, letting your eyes flutter shut briefly, a deep slow exhale flooded through your body. Inhaling the musky yet sweet scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma, which has grown to become a calming mechanism over the years.

“You had me worried for a minute…” Placing a quick kiss in your hair, that you would have missed if you blinked but again, your in public soo...

Palms soothing up and down your back gently, as he breathed into your hair , pulling back a little so there was some form of personal space between the two of you.

“Your late, even for you princess...I know you started early, I got your live(Instagram) notification, so what happened?” Head clocked to the side as he appraises you and fuck, the bass in his voice still has you all types of fucked up! Glancing over your shoulder briefly before leaning up to place a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, that tittered the line of passing as an “innocent” greeting.

“I’m fine Jonnie it’s nothing, we just got held up in glam.., Ariel was flying in from Miami...we got a late start” Gaze intentionally diverted as you welcomed yourself to his glass of Scotch instead. Damn near inhaling the entire drink as we speak and you hated dark liquor so that alone let him know something was up!

Merely resisting the urge to smooth out the crease he felt forming between his brows, a dry snort left his lips, rolling his eyes in response to your blatant stubbornness. Nevertheless, always the gentleman, reaching down to pull out your chair so you could take a seat next to him. Mirroring your actions just moments prior, quickly scoping out his surroundings before he brought those plush pillows he calls lips a centimeter away from your ear.

Fuck.

“Right, so I'm just going to assume you don’t wanna talk about it right now! Or wait I’m sorry, have you just upgraded to insulting my intelligence straight to my damn face?”

Brow quirked inquisitively, and you could literally feel every word, tone taking on a hint of seriousness the more he talked. Namjoon licked his lips and the tip skimmed the edge of your ear and I - .

“For one you smell like an entire bottle of Heidsieck, I can almost taste the nicotine on your tongue and you've been crying I know you. ”

Pulling back just enough to glare down at you above the brim of his glasses, which he always wore low along his bridge. Eyes daring you to look him in the face a lie again, teasing his fingers through his chocolate locks. Styled in the perfect semi grown out undercut, the top a little on the long side, while the sides tapered into a crisp fade. Sideburns outlining that extremely understated jawline of his! Though you had to admit the yellow gold diamonds dawning his ears were kinda stealing the show right now!

“So again, do you just not wanna talk about it right now? Or have you forgotten that I have an IQ of 137, and can smell bullshit from here all the way to Gangnam!?”

You're having very vivid day daydreams of your hand wrapped around this man's windpipe and for once it’s not even remotely sexual!

Blatantly ignoring the strong twitch within Namjoon’s jaw and simply saying “I’m here, aren’t I!?” Face stoic, tone flat as all hell, in case it wasn’t clear that this conversation was more than over, you opted to eye his bourbon glazed salmon until he got the hint.

“Oh, for fucks sake! ” Hissed from his lips without a lick of heat behind them, because as quiet as it’s kept ,your lowkey Joon’s baby, which is why he cares to begin with! Picking up a piece on his fork before essentially shoving it into your hand ”Your lucky I can’t have your ass getting sick on me tonight, we still have like, 3 hours left of this bullshit.”

More like he just can’t tell you no, but hey, whatever helps him sleep at night! Sliding his plate in your direction, completely giving up on eating at this point, he knew you needed it more anyway! Finally, starting to feel your mix of poisons hit your system so you knew you needed to even it out with a little substance. I mean yeah, you could have just ordered your own plate but meh, this was easier!

Namjoon started busying himself on his phone while you ate, scrolling through a couple contacts until he landed on a contact labeled under “Kookie”.

“Even though you were only late because “Your glam team ran late” There were air bunnies involved, and again you just really wanna choke his ass! “What are you thinking tonight? He’s actually on his way here right now, but he already has a couple options on him...”

The question was vague and for damn good reason...considering…

However you knew exactly what he was referring too.., and thank god!

Speaking over a mouth full of salmon, sounding utterly exasperated! “Honestly, any fucking thing at this point…”

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, sucking on a Bourbon soaked Ice cube “He’ll be here in 20, I just went with Smartees…always a safe bet...”

Smartees, candy, Vitamin -E, Molly... Estcasy...it’s all one and the same, just depends on who you ask!

He leans back in, apparently keen on whispering tonight. “Maybe, if your a good girl and eat enough we can split one before we leave...chill you out a little bit. '' Voice thick and heady, lips curling into a grin with a hint of something wicked playing on the ends, as his fingers idly ghost over your forearm. Giving it a light squeeze and regardless of how innocent the skin-ship may seem to the naked eye, you’re well aware of all the underlying innuendos behind it!

You make a noise of agreement, trying your damnedest to ignore the slight chill coursing up your spine at the pet name. Though before you could even dwell, Namjoon was sliding back in with another update, this one however wasn't as...arousing…to say the least!

“Fox 2’s been waiting for you to get here by the way...since the event was put together by council and all. They've been wanting to talk to us together about the fundraiser, just the same shit as last year.”

Waving his hand dismissively idly twirling the various pieces of Bvlgari around his fingers, seemingly un-phased while you on the other hand...release the most exasperated huff! Reclining against your seat, eyes rolling to the back of your head in 30 different directions! Yeah, It comes with the territory, you know this, hints Namjoons reaction, or lack thereof! But fuck you just really weren’t in the mood to do press tonight, It’s literally physically exhausting to pretend that you weren’t just PISSED!

“Of -fuckin- course they do!” Stabbing your mashed potatoes in a way that's... somewhat concerning…

“Baby.” It was a warning, though his voice sat barley above a whisper, his tone was crystal! Eyes cutting in your direction briefly before dropping back down to his phone….

You didn't have it in you to argue, there’s no way around this anyway, fuck it! “What -the-fuck-ever!” Sliding the half empty plate aside “Well, you wanna just get it out of the way now? Because I’m really not in the mood for-”

“Y/n..oh my god! Hi, honey how are you!? You look beautiful as always…” Suddenly there was a human, a human wearing the wrong shade of foundation kissing your cheek. A human by the name of Caroline, one of the local news anchors...clearly her damn ears were ringing.

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Hi guys, that’s all she wrote, well kinda, actually she finished it like 16 months ago lol but that’s all she wrote for now I guess....

**_

_****Love you...see ya soon!!**

***SIDE NOTE, MY FRIEND MADE THE TWITTER EDIT SO DON’T ASK LOL IDK ****

UPDATE: HEADCANONS FOR THE KIM BOYS/OC

HEADCANONS

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goyurim · 3 years ago

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wait were you THERE at the expo????

YES!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh my god i'm still shaking it was the first concert i've ever been to and it was SURREAL i only remember bits and pieces right now i rlly need to calm down so i can relive the freakin experience in my head akbshbfjhrsbf gosh like everyone who performed was so touched that we recognised them and we knew the lyrics and choreo and shit (i think psy thanked us like after every song ksbfjhbsrf) like esp sunmi not only did she look like a GODDESS when she performed but she was all 🥺🥺🥺 throughout her ment and they were all sweating buckets and complaining about how hot it was (poor babies. whos gonna tell them this is dubai's WINTER it was even raining but like 40 C is their normal lmao) but they all!!! genuinely seemed like they were enjoying themselves!! having an in-person concert after so long!!! the only thing i remember of golcha is jangjun (?) thanked the fans and gave a special shoutout to talabat kitchen for some reason ajfbjhsrbf (that's like dubai's uber eats) an it made me laugh so hard if i didn't stan them before i do now. and i didnt even notice korea's freakin PRESIDENT was there with his wife until psy announced it OH and psy literally cut off mid-song during gangnam style just to tell us to shut off our phones and enjoy the moment LMAO. not that it mattered to me bc i gave up on filming long back i was too busy jumping and screaming the wrong lyrics and doing a shitty version of the choreo to skz who were right before him nad oh my god. STRAY KIDS

they were literally having a BLAST they looked SO GOSH DARN HAPPY and they were so jumpy and giggly and we all know they're monster performers in general but they were WILD tonight like they were GROWLING and screaming and shit during performances and dance-line went OFF i swear felix gave it his 150% during god's menu and you Know how han looked. im not even gna. go there. but gosh they seemed genuinely proud and grateful during ments, channie my love was so sooooo happy and smiley and bragging about how well their album sales are doing (AS HE SHOULD 😤😤😤) and i was screaming and crying and tearing up so bad the dude in front of me turned around to check on me multiple times LMAOOOO

#im so sorry for the long winded incoherent reply im just REELING #im vibrating as i type this i just.... cant believe it was real......#i just???? ive been a stay since i am you era theyre the only group who's signed album i own #i never thought i'd see them irl but??????#miracles do happen y'all......#im just really emo knowing that the group ive stanned for so long isnt fake 😭😭😭😭#i did not make them up in my head they exist and theYRE WONDERFUL #im just??? SO HAPPY #dubai expo 2020 #pine 🍍#💌

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sly-merlin · 4 years ago

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killing me - 8

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : cursing and mention of a knife.

words :: abt 7k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

taglist :: (not tagging the old ones because they have read it already bt if u want , lemme know! ) @yiyi4657 @sorrywonwoo @sillywinnergladiator @suhweo @exfolitae @minejungwoo @leesalts @mal-nakamoto23

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K.M 7 next

Loneliness. The sentiment long forgotten was kindled again. you were so sure that you were just numb to it by now, had hoped that you won’t be affected by that ever again but the compass was directing to all the wrong sides. To experience what you first did 20 years ago was not something you were ready for but given a thought, it would never be.

This could be counted as your longest ride to the university. You felt sick to your stomach but there was no other place for you to go, no person either. It was in the heat of the moment, you realised that you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You needed someone as a confidant. You closed your eyes, sitting in the bus, recalling everyone but came out blank. Not that you lacked reliable company but there was more than one valid ground to oust the thought of it.

With a head full of trouble, as you entered the university, wonwoo messaged you to meet up. For him, your class was still in progress so you decided to consider the offer.

You and wonwoo were friends or fwb to be precise, with a strong year history. However, that couldn’t eliminate the significance of the word friend. You could always rely on him, he himself had affirmed that occasionally, your trust in him being the foundation brick of the relationship. Maybe he could offer you the consolation you craved right now or maybe his embrace would make you forget it completely.

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You stumbled as a tap on the shoulder startled you, but it was only wonwoo.

“Finally! Don’t you miss me even a tiny bit!” he announced while hugging you tightly. “Let’s sit on the bench.”

He took off your bag, working on loosening the straps that were already annoying him.

“how many times do I have to tell you! Wear the bag on one side , don’t tighten them or better,just quit wearing these tops baby” he nagged , looking at you but your eyes were fixated on the trees ahead. the uncertain look on your bare face was making him a bit uneasy. In addition, you did not throw killer eyes at him for calling you baby. And you looked sober. Something was definitely off.

“What’s wrong y/n. you look tired. I mean you are a forever grandma but seriously! Tell me what’s bothering you?” hearing the sincerity in his voice, you faced him, his signature honest smile releasing the tension in your body.

Facing him properly, you put the bag behind you. He was still grinning stupidly. You briefly glanced at him, brain continuously yelling to fuck taeyong’s deal and just tell him everything. Nothing was holding you back now.

Before you could utter anything, the layer of leaves on wonwoo’s head drew your attention. You reached out to remove them, but he caught your hand midway. His hand covered yours entirely as he started placing little kisses on the inside, lips travelling from the palms to the fingers and there he stopped abruptly, a squeal left his mouth at the metal touch.

“A ring. Wow. So, the great y/n knows that the shoes aren’t the only thing available in shops!” he exclaimed, chuckling loudly.

You tried to pull your hand but he did not let go. He observed it closely with a frown settling upon the previous happy face. You yanked your hand again forcibly, this time he complied.

“I have something to tell you.” You mumbled softly.

“it’s a diamond y/n.” his statement took you off guard.

“I have something important to discuss woo.”

“ it’s a diamond ring y/n!” he repeated with a lot more emphasis, voice still polite. But you got exactly what he was hinting at.

“would you hear me out. Please!” instead of denying, you tried to negotiate.

“no. first answer me. From whom did you accept it? Yugyeom? Jungkook? Minnie?”

You were left stunned at his sudden accusatory tone.

“fucking do me a favour and shut up for a sec woo!” this time your words were laced with frustration.

“oh wow” he scoffed before continuing, “ what are you here for! To inform me that you have finally found someone to settle down!”

“what! No! Why are you dramatizing so much over a bloody ring! I need you to use your ears and not mouth! For once please.” Your anger got the best of you as you yelled at him. He stood up, shielding you from the sunrays.

“you can’t possibly explain anything! I just don’t wanna talk right now.” And with that he walked away before you could give him the justification he deserved.

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you woke up around 1 p.m. in the library, exactly same place where you decided to sleep away your troubles, like always. After stretching your arms, you activated the phone which has been switched off earlier. As you watched the screen coming alive, wonwoo’s conversation made way to your now empty head. You weren’t so sure anymore that he could be trusted with any restrictive information. If you expose him to all what has happened, you’d be doing more harm than good. Love makes one foolish. And you’d rather die by blocking yourself than have him face the outcome.

Did that mean you loved him?

no. you shook your head at the thought. Love is a strong feeling. Especially the one he had showed you all this time.

Yes. You did love him. A lot. Just not in the way he did. But at this rate, you couldn’t say you if you deserved his love.

Multiple beeps broke out your train of thoughts. You were sure everyone was finding the culprit of breach of silence in the library. So you duck yourself into the desk to hide.

7 calls from johnny. 2 from minjun. 4 messages from johnny.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, opening the messages.

Johnny : did you reach safely!

Johnny : hey, pick up the phone.

Johnny : for once

Johnny : nobody ignores the john don. Don’t break my streak and call me back. Today! Or else I’m coming home. Make sure the dinner is ready!!!!!!!!!!!

Simply rolling your eyes, you recklessly threw the phone back in the bag, walking for the international relations section to get some work done. The second best distraction in life – research.

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The day was a complete loss.You didn’t study, pretended half day that you were finding a topic in the library but ended up reading animal farm again. Now you were home and with god’s grace, yuta was not back yet. Tossing the bag on bed, you changed down to cotton shorts and a tank top, ready to make a sandwich to eat as a starter before attacking the icecream you got earlier.

Big T.V, sandwich, ice cream, itaewon class, everything sans yuta was worth living these days. So enjoy it while it lasts. You slouched more into the couches as gaho’s start over played, the melodious voice slowing fading your bitter day.

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Yuta was just ready to sleep when he came back home. The idea of three hour training session after a week gap was certainly a crazy one but he realised it only when the deed was done. Now he badly wanted to go into hibernation mode.

Crossing the hallway, he saw the t.v playing gangnam style but noone was there except a white comforter. Upon inspection, he found you sleeping peacefully on your stomach curled up into a ball. He made a few sounds of displeasure at your figure before turning the device off. He was about to leave when something else caught his eye. Green tea ice cream.

He picked up the sealed cup, it was not fully frozen but still chilled enough. Maybe due to the air con. But he was happy. Now he could eat or drink his favourite ice cream and blow a fuse simultaneously. Ofcourse yours! He placed an envelope on the table and went away with the ice cream while not putting the lights out, that too intentionally ofcourse.

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Tuesday

Awakened by the rooster, you found yourself in the same position as yesterday. The cramp in the neck was now past the pain stage. It was numb to the point that sleeping on other side won’t help either. Supporting the neck with your palm, you started collecting the mess you had made on the table. Remote , plates, empty ice cream cup, the plastic spoon.

Weren’t there two cups???

Or maybe you just slept too much.

You came back from the kitchen to discover an envelope. A dL enevelope specifically.

Nakamoto y/n

-nonghyup financial group.

It was addressed to you! .But you didn’t receive anything of that sort the other day so that meant it definitely involved yuta. And it was from a bank. You didn’t even have an account in that bank.

Nakamoto y/n my ass. You muttered bitterly before opening it. There were some promotional coupons, a small guide on how to open an account. You scoffed at the unnecessary stuff that was giving away nothing. Then you saw it.

A MasterCard. With your name. new name!

You gave the package a once over before closing it again, putting it in the original position. You were fully capable to survive on your own, there was no need for taeyong or yuta’s mercy when it was essentially to fulfil their own feeble ego. It felt like a kick to your noble gut!

Ignoring it completely, you went to wash up hurriedly so you could get out of his hair before he could attempt to spoil your mood any further. When you came back, a very unfamiliar sight astounded you. A man with deep blue suit stood in the kitchen with his back to you and if it was not for his blonde hair, he could easily be mistook for some gentleman. Due to the light blending sound of the juicer, he had missed your incoming. As you passed the sink to get to fridge, dirty dishes caught your eyes that he still hadn’t washed. You were not going to put your hands in his mud and before he could order,you told him off.

“ clean after yourself before leaving or it’ll stink in here.” You quietly said as you washed the oranges for breakfast.

“whaattt?” he asked like you were speaking some gibberish.

“I said clean these dirty dishes”

“Says who!” he raised a brow at you. “the one who was sleeping in the trash herself!”

“what trash? Oh! That was just a plate. And worry about yourself, I know how to wash mine!” you replied continuing the peeling.

“huh! Don’t boss me around. あなたは私の母ではありません!” before you could ask him what he muttered, he threw something on the pile. You slightly winced at the clatter but didn’t turn around and let him leave.

You examined the mess. The noise producer was a glass. The juicer was also filled with vegetable residues. One could only hope that he would take up your suggestion or you would be banning yourself from the kitchen, for ever!

You were peeling the second orange when he came out of his room and rushed out like his tail was on fire. A frustrated sigh left you as you took in the state he left the kitchen in but you were not going to be his maid. If he wanna eat, he could do it himself.

After breakfast, you did some finals revision which were approaching in three weeks but not like you were not prepared. All the papers were submitted, just the thesis topic submission was left which everyone else was already done with. Even jungkook. But you were instead going to use the day to make up with chelin.

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The day went as fine as it could. Chelin agreed to go shopping with you but it took more than just a takeout to sincerely apologise this time. She denied you half day, making you race for her forgiveness but eventually gave in at the end, with terms and conditions of course.

You studied till late night but didn’t hear yuta returning. But the next morning you knew that he didn’t arrive at all. And in exasperation and for your own well being, you cleaned the sink to remove the stench. As much as you wanted to call taeyong, he won’t be helping you in anyway, that you were sure about. He pretended to take your side but at the end he was always yuta’s brother. And you were just a nobody.

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Wednesday 3:43

Johnny: where are you? Answer me asap.

You : I’m studying. Don’t disturb me!

Johnny: sure. Don’t show me tantrums and come out. i’m waiting

You : waeyoo??

You groaned at the message. Avoiding him was no more an option!

You : where are you? I’m already on the pavement.

You looked around for a tall figure but he was nowhere to be seen.

“you are alive!” johnny jested, turning you with your shoulders to face him. He was clad in off white button down and white pants, making your worn out self feel like a beggar.

“you tracked me again?”

“woahh! You hit my generosity with a shit face! Expected better from you.”

“ did. You. track. Me .johnny!”

“you started it by not replying. I was worried!” he defended himself a bit comically.

“I swear I’m going to drown this bracelet in a sewage!” you bellowed while getting out of his grip.

“you know you can’t do that and it’s waterproof and maybe gutterproof as well so think harder about throwing it. Hyuck would find it eventually and make you wear the same piece!.”

Scrunching your nose in disgust, you muttered a curse at him which only earned a chuckle from him.

“why are you here anyway.”

“for shopping.”

“what shopping?”

“clothes! Duh. You have a celebration to attend!”

You scoffed at his casual tone. “ what celebration johnny. I’m not doing another shit on taeyong’s order.” You declared, hands crossed on chest.

“it’s not something grand. Just a small get together of office workers and you know you can’t ditch tae.”

“office event! That’s another reason to avoid it. I would be alone with yuta and If you don’t know already, he literally pulls his knife at me everytime he sees me! He’ll k-

“I’ll be there.”

“oh so now this is an office event with family members! Good luck convincing me this time!”

“who said anything about attending as family.” He said, winking at you and dragged you by right arm towards his car. Once you were seated, you stopped him from going further.

“nope. Listen. Lemme think first , then I’ll decide what to wear on my own. If you have time, just drop me home. I’m hungry and I have some work to do.” You tiredly said, dropping your head on the seat. He could only chuckled at your antics.

“then we’ll eat something before shopping and I’m not hearing another word. Fasten your seatbelt lady, we are going on a highway to shopping!” you laughed at his cute shout and he took it as a signal to drive.

After insisting johnny that you were going to pay for your own dress, you both stopped at the mall food court to eat something. A full tummy rotated your mood 180 degrees and you were ready to have him pull you around. He dragged you from store to store to only end up doing window shopping until he found THE ONE! That was what he declared it to be!

You both went around different aisles to pick some clothes. Though you could afford those, you still didn’t had the heart to do so. Your precious money was going for what! Clothes?

After something like twenty minutes, you both met near the changing room as decided.

“Go change and give me a show. I don’t trust your old school brain.”

You huffed but did as he said.

He has gotten mixture of bright colours and soft shades, sleeveless and thin strapped, long dresses!

And the one you chose were south to his north. You wore one that you picked at first, a solid black knee length flowy skirt dress with long sleeves. It looked good on all the right places, so you went out to show him.

“how’s this?” you asked him excitedly but the mood died down seeing his dull expression.

“no! you ain’t wearing anything this short!”

“Knee length is not short johnny”

“change it!”

“uugghh!”

The next dress you wore was ivory draped puff long sleeve mini dress. You almost cooed at yourself but he rejected it again. at every dress you chose, he shook his head in disagreement.

“why don’t you try mine ones?” he quipped.

“um. I don’t wear sleeveless.soo..

“why? Those looks sexy girl!”

“no! get me anything quarter or long sleeved but not these thin straps and no questions coz I’m not answering any!” the questions in johnny’s head died down before he could even form them.

“okkk. No need to bite me over that. Wait lemme find something.”

You stood in the changing room for what felt like eternity when johnny finally called you out with his nosy loud voice.

“these!” he handed you two dresses and signalled to change.

“why are we hustling so much. It’s not like anyone’s gonna bother!” you said in a bored tone, feeling the heaviness of the dresses.

“just go already. I’m getting hungry again!”

Both of his dresses were beautiful. All the previous ones looked quite dull in comparison. And just by looking, you already knew what you wanted. as you took in your appearance after changing, a smile lit up on your face. It was a powder blue dress with golden embroidery. The plunging neckline with fitted waist accentuated your best features though it would only properly fit when you were not bloated from eating. Sheer elbow length sleeves with gold hid what you wanted to in the first place, so they were alright. The satin skirt was long , resting right against your legs, not too flowy but you could already imagine yourself in your black heels that would be hidden under the skirt ,yet complementing it perfectly.

you presented yourself in front of johnny.“I want this one.” You said, tightening your hair tie. he wordlessly walked towards you and removed it, setting your straight hair on your back instead.

“how do I look?” you questioned hopefully. His face adorned a very light smile but it still reached his eyes. He moved backwards and examined your form , pretending to be evaluating you with hands tucked in his pockets.

“you look like-” he paused before biting his lower lip as if finding something peculiar to say. “a woman.” He completed, gaze still fixed on your eyes.

“what! A woman. That’s all!! you are just like- just like yeong! Ugh” you stomped your feet before going back to change into original jeans. You were expecting some high quality comment but nevermind.

After you were gone, johnny couldn’t control his laughter. He knew his compliment was lame , heck it wasn’t even a proper compliment but he meant it. And it was not for the dress you wore but for the smile that he saw for the first time. He sighed before he saw you approaching.

“I’m also hungry. Let’s get takeout. Devil won’t be home. We can peacefully eat without interference.”

Johnny chuckled again before following you.

“hey, isn’t this one a bit expensive.” He enquired as the other dress was a bit cheaper.

“I don’t care. I’ll think of this as a long term investment.”

“how?”

“I’ll repeat it at your wedding!”

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Your stomach growled loudly as you opened the door. Johnny tailed behind you with arms full of food and clothing bags. He went to kitchen as you proceeded to find your shorts, dying to get out of the hellishly tight jeans. Holding your hair in a low loose ponytail, you exited the bathroom only to find johnny standing there like a pole.

“what?”

“what! I gotta pee. Get out!” he pulled you out while entering himself. You returned to the kitchen mumbling incoherently at johnny and opened the take out boxes. As you made your way for the couches, johnny shouted at you.

“you animal!”

“what? Did you call me?”

“you need to heat it first. I’m not gonna eat like an animal!”

You felt slightly unnerved when he extended his hand to carry them to the kitchen again. in no way you were going to stand near it so you transferred the boxes and made your way to the room.

“heat them. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“no wait! why are you always running?” he placed the boxes on counter in a swift motion and rushed for your door.

“why are you hiding now?” he asked knocking lightly, not sure if it was locked or just shut down.

“don’t you have food to heat?”

“oh so that’s your way of running from chores!” he dragged out the last words mockingly.

“no its not like that.” Your said in a small voice. “I’ve an irrational fear of beeps. So I can’t go near the microwave.” You mumbled, voice filled with embarrasement. You weren’t sure why you told him but the bullet was out now.

Johnny went quiet before opening the door to find you standing, head hung low. Taking your arm, he pulled you out of the room.

Now you were standing in front of the oven, scared if he was going to run a test on you. You tried to back away but he was quick in caging you with his long ass arms.

“here,” his finger pointed to a certain button, “this is a mute button. You can shut this damn thing dude. Were you living under a rock or something?” he screeched at you in a high pitched voice, making you wince. But you were stunned at the discovery and you were sure chelin was as illiterate as you were in this matter.

“is it also some expensive shit?”

“no dumbo. Most of these have a mute function. Either you were stupid or just unlucky to buy a wrong one. But what’s with the scare.” He asked with curiousness in his eyes.

You drew your eyes away, wishing he would let it go but his deep stare ultimately broke you.

“Umm old trauma,” you started , avoiding his eyes, “I was in the accident with my mama and dad.I don’t have vivid memories of it, the only thing I remember is the noise of ambulance, police, some shouting. Nothing more. When they took me to their hospital room ,maybe coz I was crying or something, they d-died in front of me. H-heart monitors. Beeping again. when first time mrs.park , my orphanage caretaker , took to me to kitchen to make me food, I screamed and lashed at her violently. A lot of teasing followed that incident, by the senior kids ofcourse. But its only limited to few things, I don’t get triggered by cars or music. And she never took me to kitchen after that, maybe that’s why I never overca-.” You faced him as you completed. “th-that’s the story.” Your voice came out as a harsh deep breath.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll keep my mouth shut from next time” He apologised, his hands sliding from the counter to your waist. “ I- let’s heat this. Your first time. I’ll show you how we use this high end gadget.” He suggested, lightening the atmosphere instantly.

“yeah. I’m very excited!” your words were cheerful but voice wasn’t. he gave you a full on tutorial like a salesman at which you nodded like a very compliant customer. Now you were waiting. Sometime while showing you, his arms had securely held you against the counter, comfortable smiles resting between you two. Johnny’s eyes scanned every feature of your face, in a gaze that was not very tricky to describe. Your own hands were resting on the counter, twitching under his scrutiny. You didn’t want to but couldn’t help thinking if he-

“Woah! What. Is. Happening?” yuta’s surprise entry alarmed you both as johnny levelled himself up, covering you from yuta’s inquisitive eyes.

“Nothing. you say? How was office.” Johnny inquired, immediately changing the subject.

“they love me. That’s enough for me. But what are you up to suh? He wiggled his brows, neck craning to indicate behind-the-scenes happenings.

“we-we went to shopping. And we were gonna eat now. You wanna join?

“shopping? What did you got? Condoms?” he whispered the last part with a devilish smile.

Johnny glared at yuta to which yuta answered with a tired look.

“enjoy yourself. it’s better that I sleep off whatever is gonna happen here. Just keep it low. I’m fucking exhausted and dead.” He retired saying it loudly enough for you to melt in humiliation but he didn’t know explicit comments won’t make you feel low in shame.

Johnny circled to face you after his departure, embarrassed eyes wandering all over the kitchen cabinets above your head.

“I’m not gonna touch it. get it out.” You motioned for the food that was burning in the heat, according to you.

“oh!”

You both went to couches to enjoy the food and talked for about 30 minutes more. It seemed like yuta was seriously out like a light. You laughed, ate, gossiped and when the session ended, he was well aware of your infatuation with certain kinds of drinks and you knew that hyuck was the stinkiest person on earth. All was well and he left, making you happy for the time being.

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Friday

For the whole day, you were busy. Prof. kwang suddenly thought it was best to summon you to fill the absence of his assistant, adding fuel to misery. But you were able to function fully for you hadn’t run into yuta in the last 24 hours. After completing the extra tutoring sessions, you finally arrived at the destination.

You ran out of the elevator as you were already late. Maybe beyond late. As your room keys jingled, a voice stopped you from turning the knob.

“you are late! We were supposed to be there at 7:30. Taeyong is gonna be pissed off at me now and all because of your shitty time sense.” He gritted his teeth,making you angry but when you turned around, you knew you had fucked up. He was fully ready in a black suit, hair swept back and all , like a gentleman but you didn’t get the time to admire him as the look in his eyes was literally enough to scare you.

“I’m a busy person. Just give me few minutes. I’ll be out.” You said quietly, not ready to start a verbal fight with a no-brain case.

“don’t do that.” he stopped you again from entering the room. “ take a shower first. You ain’t sitting in my car with that smell.”

You bit your lower lip to control the overwhelming urge to kick him in the balls for his hypocrisy and simply shut the door.

After a quick clean up, you changed into the blue dress, did some light makeup to hide the black holes under your eyes. Completing the look with red lip, you went out, bare handed.

Yuta was on the couch, playing some game when you saw him.

“aren’t we getting late or something?” you scoffed , standing in his vision. He sized you up as his pupils dilated. Not wanting to entertain him anymore, you treaded to find your heels. He joined you after a few minutes and within two minutes, you were out.

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As you entered the decorated hall, you knew johnny made the event sound more smaller than it was. How you were going to survive the long night was beyond your imagination. Every corner of the room was filled with people chatting away with each other. The more you looked, the more you felt like an outsider. no familiar figure met your sight. The anxiety started creeping in and that’s when you saw someone approach you.

“fashionably late yuta! Its understandable though. Look at y/n. she looks so pretty!” taeil exclaimed, wiggling his brows at you.

“hurry up would you?” yuta said in irritation.

“nope. You are still my employee so tongue in your mouth. now let’s announce your arrival first.”

You followed him like a cat, only stopping somewhere at the centre of the room. You noticed that taeil’s footstops gathered attention like none other.he glanced around before clearing his throat as an indication for everyone to quiet down.

“I don’t need to tell anyone why we are here! But formality is a trend in business and I shall follow it to my deathbed,” a combined laugh followed from everyone but it seemed like an inside joke for you. “yuta nakamoto, our dear employee got hitched in a very intimate ceremony and don’t worry even I wasn’t invited! But tradition continues and here were are gathered to celebrate their happiness. He would be gone soon again so it’d be nice if you all give your wishes and blessings for their future. And I’ll also introduce y/n to the family. She is nothing but a charming woman and i hope she ditches others to join our company one day!” a round of applause followed and taeil cleared the path for everyone.

One by one, people loomed towards you to congratulate in their own way. A hand snaked around your waist, startling you momentarily. “just smile.” His whispered into your hair. You nodded before putting on the biggest smile possible for a person stucked in your position. A few stolen glances at him showed that he was also flashing a bright smile as he shook several hands. Some asked your name, some were interested in your occupation whilst one was interested in knowing the jeweller of your ring. You couldn’t say taeyong so you just waved it off with few giggles. Millions questions were running through your head and there was noone to answer. The aroma of the food passing around in trays was not helping the grumbles coming from your empty stomach. Though you both moved to a corner, fellow employees were still taking turns to have the business and personal talk with your husband. He spewed words like he was the ultimate game, but you knew better just by the way his hold on your waist tightened at some particular questions.

You would’ve surely enjoyed his distress but you wanted nothing more than to eat a piece of cake that that just flew by you. luckily for you, a waiter halted at your stop. You grabbed a drink and hurriedly took a sip to soothe your nerves, all when yuta was staring like a hawk. He observed your nervousness right when you entered but it was heartbreaking for him to avoid poking fun at you.

He gulped his glass in one go, releasing a sigh of relief, as he saw taeyong and others approaching. kun, johnny, jaehyun were tailing behind but they seemed quite distant.

“hello mr. lee. We are glad to have you here.” Yuta formally shook taeyong’s hand, your face instinctively scrunched up at his behaviour.

“I see you married a very fine young woman.”taeyong also cajoled but in a very professional tone.

“you met her! She’s y/n. my partner in crime! Loveliest wife ever. But be careful, she’s a bit nosy.” He pointed his words towards you while keeping an arm around your shoulder. You simply rolled your eyes at him. You were about to threw his arm away when others approached you.

“If I wasn’t concerned about my repo here, I would have cooed at you y/n. I wanna pinch your cheeks so hard right now. Everyone thinks you both are so happy, but only I know how constipated you are from inside woman!”jaehyun laughed like he just shared a joke with you but not holding back, you just unleashed the exaggerated version of his laughter.

“oh jaehyun!” you started, slightly hitting your glass on his arm, “ not sure about a pinch, but I can surely punch your pretty face and guess what! I don’t have any repo to maintain. So its your responsibility that I don’t explode or else you won’t have anything to be concerned about anymore.” You finished letting out a fake giggle, but seemed like everyone but jaehyun found it funny as they were all laughing at the diss.

“atleast you think I’m pretty! No wait! it sounds all wrong!” he suddenly whined, encouraging everyone to laugh loudly at his state.

He was still being grumpy when an old man stopped near you, escorted by taeil making the uproar stop immediately. They all bowed at him and you followed suit. From the looks, he seemed in his 70s or maybe more.

“i love when young people find love. Who do you work for kiddo?” he lovingly asked you.

“I’m a masters student. Law specifically. I wish to join chois one day.”

“chois? I don’t like those leeches. You should try in qian mutlinationals. Kun have more opportunities and you can go international from there. He can give you a free ride till china, beyond that you can explore yourself!” as he finished his wise advice, you turned to kun in surprise. He nodded his head at you with a sheepish smile, confirming the words.

“sure, I’ll give it a thought.”

“and you nakamoto! I heard you were back last week but who would like to greet this old man who’s gonna die anyway.” He scoffed at him and you could sense the tone of friendliness in their interaction.

“you are the one to blame. You don’t get out of your house these days. And you don’t even care enough to visit us anymore.”

Now you were super confused.

“ohh! So she knows everything. When were you gonna tell me! When I had gotten diabetes with all the sweet talking.”as they all expressed their amusement, you were getting restless from all the unknown.

“I would love to hear your love story but I am extremely hungry. But y/n I have a work for you”, you nodded at his words, “ convince moon to remarry. I can’t watch him die like me, alone and unhappy. This manforce have failed so I expect a smart woman like you can find a way to do that. Please promise me, you’ll do it for this old man.” You were out of words but taeil made your work easy as he dragged him away.

“I think you’re drunk enough. Let’s worry about me while eating the delicious food.”

“only you can do it y/n!” and he was gone.

“you’ll get all answers so don’t worry. You look lovely by the way but I shall take my leave as I’m also very hungry.” Taeyong explained patting his stomach. Looked like everyone was getting food but you!

“y/n-ah! Not that shorts don’t suit you but dressing up just scaled up your beauty.” kun chimed in causing yuta to scoff. The way air was leaving his nose, it’d blow up anytime soon.

“johnny’s fashion sense is immaculate like always.” Johnny said, raising his collars.

“don’t blow your own trumpet. I was the one who chose it!”

“huh! What she chose were donkey dresses!”

“donkey! You need to change your dictionary.”

“respect. I’m a top level worker in lee financial corps.” He said smugly.

“so they just hire anyone wow!”

“not jus-

“stop you two! We are still here.” You glanced at kun and yuta, eyeing you both.

“I’m just hungry kun. I just had breakfast and coffee and nothing else.”

“then go and eat. I also need a breather from you!” yuta barked, playing with the empty glass.

It was your turn to snort now. But johnny linked his arm with you to take you away before the war could start. You ate as much as you wanted while questioning him,

“how can these employees have so much energy to spare. Don’t they work 9 to 5, then get time to attend a stupid party!”

“they were given half day off today.” He replied, munching the tofu.

“who was that old man?”

“that’s all part of a circle. You’ll complete it one day but I can’t tell u here so wait!”

“hmm. Then what about taeil? About remarrying him! And taeyong and kun’s companies. Dude that’s huge. How do you manage your syndicate.”

“stop! Cant you eat in silence woman. You’ll know when it’s your turn.”

“ok last one. How can yuta be an employee here when only thing he knows is to make juice or slice people!”

“we have his backup who does the actual work. Yuta takes cares of the investors and all. So he’s supposed to be anywhere but here. So it works out. And fyi he’s quite an eye candy here.”

“then go flirt with him! I ain’t in need of a poison candy.”

after gobbling all the starters, you conversed with him for about 20 minutes whilst enjoying your drinks. And he took you back to you designated seat for the night, right by yuta’s arm.

Earlier, you were being hoarded with guests, now it was your turn. It seemed like you were yuta’s assistant who was taking mini business reports from employees. By now you had no doubt that yuta was nothing but a chameleon, well versed in hiding his true self to blend in the corporate environment. You smiled as much as you could, giggled when yuta laughed and turned towards you, gulped numerous kinds of drinks and now you were a bit tipsy or maybe just tired or both.

You were handling fine being yuta’s dear wifey until they announced that there was a dance. And the stupid couples already hurdled to the centre to show off their skills which you didn’t have in the first place. You heard yuta groan as he pinched his nose and that was his most agreeable expression he had from the whole night.

“let’s just flee after this” yuta suggested.

“hell no! my dancing skills can’t be exposed to these prim prom perfect people. I ain’t doing it.” You continuously shook your head at him, the enmity forgotten for a moment. But he had other plans.

“don’t you dare step on me. I’m gonna eat you alive if you holed my shoes!” he suddenly moved you to the pool of people dancing on the floor. He guided your hands on the right places and the position made you both well aware of the tension in each other’s bodies.

“just do what others are doing.” You craned your neck from side to side but got nothing.

“nobody is doing anything. They’re just stitched to each other!”

“exactly.” And without any warning, he pulled you into him, your grip on his shoulders tightening instantly.Standing chest to chest with him, you totally forgot the need to exhale. You didn’t dare move as he delicately swayed you from side to side, his eyes boring into yours. You wondered what conception were you both throwing at others. He was no pro like you but still managed to look like one.

It continued for few moments until jaehyun interrupted you.

“can I have her hand in dance” he asked yuta to which the man just released you. it was so sudden that you were taken aback by his sour mood but everything about yuta was sudden so you didn’t paid much attention when you had a mountain of trouble standing in front of you.

“may i?” jaehyun asked, bowing to you.

“no!”

“oh come on. I’m much better than yuta in dance.” He jerked your hand and next moment you knew, you were waltzing with him. He was doing what you call actual dancing.

“you looked so romantic with him and here I get the stink eye.” he sighed at you.

“because I am confined by the demand of this situation or else even you would be sporting a black eye by now!”

“I feel extremely hurt y/n. we are same age so shouldn’t we be getting along.”

“getting along my ass you son of nepotism.”

“that’s so unlady like behaviour. You should be accepting friendships when you are getting them. As said by a someone very famous, life is fleeting and in your case, I won’t trust the lifecourse too much.”

“stop using instagram quotes on me. Read the context then put into application, jaehyun. Life is fleeting. Chances would be gone before you know it.”

“when was the last time you listened to someone without running your brain hmm?”

“the same day when you were taking a break from running your mouth.”

“you are a terrible dancer.”

“you aren’t any good either.”

“what was the name of the boy who gave you hickies?”

“you want classes from him?”

“nope. I’m more than better at my game. I just wanna confirm what is he? Blind or dickhead! Coz no sane man would come near your beasty at-

“I hope you love your shoes.”

“what!”

A gasp left him, face turning red as he shut his eyes tightly to contain the pain. you had stomped on his foot with your pencil heel and now he couldn’t do anything but mutter curses as he progressed slowly for the bar to sit. Yuta joined him soon only to fan the flames.

As the time passed , drowsiness took control over your senses. Dinner was being closed by now, but you were the hosts or were supposed to be , so there you stood by the door with same i-am-so-in-love-with-my-hubby and it-was-pleasure-to-meet-you grins plastered on your face. Yuta’s hands would be calloused by the amount of hand shaking he had done but not that you cared.

Goodbyes were sent to taeil and johnny as well and when you were about to leave, jaehyun and taeyong came over with some papers in their hands.

“y/n you forgot to sign these. This one is for the property situated in gangnam. I know I promised three in the same area but I changed my idea for bigger and better. This one’s is in Incheon and other is in busan, your hometown!” he recited as he showed you the stamped papers. You were not sure about taking anything from him so you refused.

“no taeyong. I’m good. I’ve my sources and I’ll be joining summer internship so I can fend for myself.” You reasoned.

“it’s part of the deal. Just sign, I mean well please.”

You felt everyone’s eyes on you as you tried to think harder about it.

“leave it taeyong. This tie is killing me so let’s just talk tomorrow.”yuta said, loosening his bow tie.

“It doesn’t concern you yuta and y/n its part of the promise. Do it or I’ll have to force.” Your jaw clenched at his desperate tone. so you snatched the pen , ready to do as he demanded.

“where do I have to sign!”

“here!” he pointed out on the first file. “and y/n y/l/n nakamoto!”

You nodded without glancing at him and signed on all the three files, making it official.

Taeyong flashed you a smile as you returned him the pen, “I’m glad it worked fine. Now you must be tired so we’ll let you retire.”

You passed him without caring enough to reply. Soon enough , yuta joined you.

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The passing trees and streetlights provided the comfort that you didn’t know you needed. It was sweet, the feeling of being alone yet not letting others feel the same. you were trying to count the number of streetlights as you passed speedily.

“aren’t you smart enough to know why taeyong took your signatures tonight?” yuta broke the silence. he took a sharp cut as you lost your count. Not receiving an answer, he spoke again, calmly, “ those properties were on earlier registered on taeyong’s name and that busan one is mine. Taeyong is sharp witted man you should’ve been careful before giving in to him.”

“what are you trying to say!”

“everything’s flying through your head right! To put it simply, you are part of mafia now.” Your head snapped towards him in utter shock as words left his mouth, “ if you try to rant us or steal any info to give away, upon background checkout , you’d be found equally involved in the illegal activities of neos for when if it is proved that me or taeyong are part of underground, our properties would be sealed , stamping your future with them. You won’t even escape income tax department let alone cops! Those buildings are after all, result of our illegal income!” he stopped as he took another turn, not aware of how your eyes were glistening by now. “you can’t leave unless taeyong wants you to and pray if you would ever be able to! It was a surprise for all of us as well so you don’t need to feel betrayed at all. You, me, taeyong, johnny. The great black neos!” he finished as the car halted in the parking lot.

As soon as he unlocked, you ran out of it, tears rushing down nonstop. Elevator seemed too slow, the mirrors were making you more dizzy as it moved upwards. Everything came in flashes from the moment you passed by that alley. This was not the deal that you accepted! Regret and guilt filled you as the the lift opened. Throwing your shoes in the midway, you ran to your room as the tears turned into sobs, wrecking your whole body. Turning in the keys, you casted yourself onto the bed. With burning throat you passed out there.

And yuta stood outside your door, emotionless, in an attempt to envision how this would end for the both of you!

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yuta or johnny???

thank you so much for reading!

#kafenetwork #neowritingsnet #nct #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct yuta #nct angst #nct arrange marriage #nct mafia #yuta angst #yuta arrange marriage #yuta mafia

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sovawife · 3 years ago

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all the phone asks 👀 (kittyandco)

OKAY this is going to be long but im going to answer for akshan bc he would probably be lowkey insufferable (edit after writing these out: I was right. he is incredibly insufferable)

1. What type of phone does your F/O have? Do they have an Apple, Android, or something else?

I think he would have an Apple probably. Probably one of the older models

2. What do they have as their ringtone? Is it a song they like, something funny, or just the default ringtone?

He would 1000% have the ringtone as something really obnoxious probably.. either some really annoying song or just something weird. I almost want to say he would have his ringtone as the Gangnam Style Minecraft Parody... but do I really want to think about that in depth? No. No, I don't.

3. What is their contact name for you on their phone?

I think he would have to have it as just my name, because I feel like everyone else on his phone would have a bunch of really weird contact names and he doesn't get confused whenever I text him bc I'm important.

4. Do they prefer texting, or calling/video calling you?

He texts a lot, but I think he would prefer video calling. He will video call me at random parts of the day and expect me to pick up. When I pick up he has the phone really really close to his face. Why is he like this.

5. Are they on social media? If so, what ones? What do they usually post?

Oh god, I can see him both on Twitter and Instagram. I think on Twitter he would just argue with people, especially with either conservatives or Dream stans/Kpop stans. It's literally a nightmare and I think he would have his account suspended before just because he won't shut up about his opinion (AKA what he thinks is the right thing). For Instagram, I think he would only have a few followers and he literally just posts whatever. The concept of a nice and clean instagram profile doesn't exist to him. He will literally post random pictures with no caption that make no sense at all.

6. How do they text? Do they use abbreviations a lot, proper grammar? Do they make typos a lot?

Definitely would not use caps unless the phone auto caps locked words, uses abbreviations a lot and makes MANY typos. It's a little hard to understand what he's trying to say sometimes.

7. How many pictures do they have on their camera roll? Is it a lot or a little?

WAY too many pictures. I think he would have at least like 4000+ and like, 1/5 of them are just selfies of himself.

8. What's their lock screen/home screen? Do they have the same picture for both or a different picture?

His lock screen is a picture of me, like mid sneeze and he refuses to change it. I think his home screen would be something nice though, maybe a pet.

9. Has your F/O ever broken their phone before or had to get a new one? If so, how did they break it?

Yes. He broke his phone while trying to do something very stupid likely. Like doing a backflip while holding his phone, or literally throwing his phone for some reason.

10. What's their contact picture for you on their phone?

I think he would have it as the same picture of me sneezing. Just to really emphasize his point (that he thinks it's funny).

11. Is their screen cracked at all?

100%. I think he would have those glass screen protectors at first, but then he broke his phone so hard it went THROUGH the protector so now it's just permanently cracked.

12. Do they send you memes at all? If so, what types do they find the funniest?

1000%, I think he would send me those Facebook mom minion memes on purpose just because he knows I find them annoying.

13. How often does your F/O text you? Do they text you a lot, even when you're in the other room, or do they only text when they're not with you in person?

He texts me way too much. We could literally be sitting next to each other and he will send me a picture he took of me while sitting next to me.

#ask #answered #ask game #thank you for the ask #this man is unhinged #kittyandco #shutupmary #my post #ship: lady luck is on our side

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angelhummel · 4 years ago

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More random general thoughts on episodes I’ve watched in the last few days, just for me

Glease - Yeah idk I really like this one. All the numbers are fun and good. There’s some good angst. The Marley bulimia thing is absolutely bonkers but uh. Idk man. I enjoy the ep for the most part

Thanksgiving - Yeah I really like this one too. I love all the music tbh. I don’t even have that big a problem with Gangnam Style, so sue me. Quinn and Santana both trying to look out for Marley was good until it turned into rehashed irrelevant high school drama between them. And I like how they did the scene with Marley passing out, that was neat

Swan Song - This episode is maybe a little musty but I don’t hate it. Obviously I love Kurt’s song. And tho I’ll admit I think he’s a bit ooc at times, at least it means Rachel can step in and be a good friend? That’s rare so I’ll take what I can get. Honestly I wish ND had lost and that was that. Found something new to do. The next two competitions were boring and I’d be fine if we didn’t have them at all tbh

Naked - All its glaring faults aside this one is pretty entertaining. The calendar stuff is funny, it’s a really good episode for Sam, the Jarley stuff is cute. Also most of the music is pretty great, so I like this episode over all

Guilty Pleasures - Great music, fun for the whole family. Sam and Blaine should’ve just taken over glee club ages ago. Lock the doors when Mr. Schuester tries to come back. This one is just a great fun time and all the music is perfect so I love it

Previously Unaired Christmas - Not that I live for controversy but I kind of like this ep don’t kill me lol. Yes it’s insane and pointless and there’s plenty of questionable moments but who cares. I love all the Kitty stuff, Love Child was hilarious, this ep also has Tina in a leotard so... On the NY side there’s tons of juicy Pezberry, Kurtana, and Kurtcheltana and I gobble that shit up. And yes the Chipmunk Song was insane but it was funny and cute, idc

Frenemies - It was better than I had in my head, but not by much lmao. The Pezberry feud is ridiculous and I wasn’t a fan of much of the Artina fighting either. The Kelliott stuff was cute, I liked most of the music, it had some funny moments. Oh also I just hate Sue in these eps cause even Jane sounds tired and she’s literally just like “everyone is stupid” in the most bored voice like this isn’t funny lol

Trio - Still don’t like the Pezberry fighting but this episode is pretty cute and funny. Good music, love the Blamtina lock in and all their cute moments. Also Kurt and his band performing, yay! The Happening is honest to god one of my fave numbers in the whole show, I adore it. Love Demi and Adam, can’t get enough of them so I’ll take what I’m given

City Of Angels - Not a fan. Like yes the Finn tribute is sweet but all the blind Finn worship is just overkill. Finn didn’t pick Sam out to join the club bc he wanted someone to follow his footsteps ?? he wasn’t the uniter of cliques, he was blackmailed into joining the club, and he was one of many kids to be in the glee club and also be a “popular kid”. Also he couldn’t actually pick glee over football/his reputation until like half way thru s2. Please chill. Also I’m not crazy about the songs or just competition eps in general for the most part. There were some good moments but meh

100 - Sorry not sorry, not a fan. Too much Brittana, too much Quinn. The Unholy Trinity number was hot but that’s it. Most of these songs were terrible compared to the original cover so why bother doing them again but worse (except Defying Gravity, that was great). All the dumb shit with Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana especially. Like stop being stupid little high school babies, we’ve all moved on. It’s just annoying

New Directions - Same as above. But this time with new songs that are also bad. Don’t care about Quinn and Puck getting back together. Hate Santana fucking off from NY to disappear with Brittany. Who is also a math genius now, thanks for that. Also the video they made for Will. You honestly expect me to believe that Kurt, Santana, Blaine, Mercedes, Quinn, Tina, ANYONE except Rachel had a genuinely kind word to say about him? Don’t make me laugh. Anyway I like this one more than 100 bc idk it’s one more closer to New New York and that’s what I’m really here for

#glee #long post #my thoughts #anti brittana #anti brittany pierce #anti will schuester #anti finn hudson #angel watches glee #omg i watched 11 episodes on the last one and on this one too #i didnt even mean to #i was just like thats enough lemme talk about them #it just worked out that way

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willow-salix · 4 years ago

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Day 100 of Isolation on Tracy Island and I'm writing this as a continuation from yesterday because I didn't have time to finish it then. And yes, before you ask, I am talking to Gordon again, because it was actually quite sweet in the end.

You know what it's been like during lockdown, everything has kinda blended into one longass day? I’ve lost track of dates, lost track of days in general, all they are is a number now, I know this is day 100 but I couldn’t tell you the month. Apparently it’s June, who knew?

We walked in after our little submarine jaunt and Gordon made his announcement. Scott popped his head around the door, looked panicked for a second and then vanished. Two seconds later John was forcibly shoved through the door into the kitchen with us. He stumbled and flailed for a second then pulled himself together.

“Hey, you’re back, I missed you!” he pulled me into a hug but I was wise to his moves and noticed the gesture he made behind my back allowing Virgil to sneak out from behind the breakfast bar and make a run for it.

“OK what’s going on?”

“Nothing!”

“Really?” I pulled back to hit him with a warning glare, just a little one to let him know I wasn’t appreciating the fibs. “Gordon said he was distracting me.”

“Well, Gordon is an idiot,” John shrugged, “I wouldn’t pay too much attention to anything he says.”

“Hey, unfair!”

“Accurate,” I agreed. “But unfair. Now spill it, Spaceman.”

“OK, fine,” he conceded, holding out a hand, “come on, follow me. You too, Gordo.”

He led the way up to the lounge where there was a hive of activity going on. You know in those old cartoons where everyone is dashing around and someone walks in and they all stop like they have been freeze framed, mid activity, just staring at you like you’re a three headed alien dancing with maracas. Which I wasn’t, I can assure you.

“Gahh, she’s here!” Alan yelped and they all came back to life.

“Happy birthday!” they choroused.

“You what now? Who’s birthday is it? Oh my gods, did I forget someone's birthday? Wait, is it August already? I’m so sorry, Virg! I suck! I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s June,” John reminded me.

“It is? Who’s birthday is in June?” I flipped frantically through my mental rolodex of family rubbish and came up empty.

“Love, it’s your birthday.”

I snorted. “I think I’d know if it was-” he showed me the date on his phone, “-my birthday,” I finished. Dang. “I can’t believe I forgot my own birthday.”

"Well, you have been a bit distracted lately," Jeff laughed.

“We’ve all chipped in to help,” Scott told me, handing me a glass of something blue with an umbrella in it. “Better sip that carefully at first, MAX made it, Brains has been teaching him to mix drinks and he’s insisting on being our bartender today.”

“We have presents,” Alan grinned.

“And I made a cake!” Grandma smiled, gesturing to the coffee table.

“Oh...oh you guys are amazing,” I sniffed, feeling tears brewing.

“Quick, John, waterworks at 3 o’clock,” Virgil laughed as I was dragged into another hug.

“Nope, crying is not allowed,” John insisted, petting my hair.

“I can if I want to, because apparently it’s my birthday,” I mumbled against his shoulder.

The tears didn’t actually last that long, just long enough for me to mark my territory by getting foundation and mascara smears on his shirt. I’m a woman, it’s what we do.

Everyone gave me hugs and someone put on some music to 'really get the party going' although it was something call Gangnam Style so I think it was Grandma, she was doing a very weird dance to it too.

My mum called during the cake, which gave me a perfect excuse not to eat any of it (thanks Mum) and I promised that I’d visit them the next day.

The drinks that MAX mixed were...interesting, mostly palatable, very strong and they led to some very sloppy karaoke numbers that Scott and I started but the others helped to finish.

Someone had managed to get off the island and pick up take out and yes, Alan had been right, there were presents.

It turned out that Virgil had been borrowing my things to work on a witchy tarot card themed painting for the wall of my office, Alan got me a years membership to Cavern Quest (I think that’s more for his benefit than mine) Gordon got me a Thunderbird Four bath toy, Scott bought himself a new hoodie so I could keep his (Yay, but it's bold of him to think I won’t steal that one too) and John unfortunately didn’t get me the kitten or the hamster that I wanted but he did get me a cute little moon necklace and a promise of another present later, so I’ll forgive him.

I’m writing this a little worse for wear and all alone apart from Alan, Jeff, Grandma and Kayo.

We were all slumped around the breakfast table, sipping coffee like it was our life’s blood and trying to force some toast down into our rebelling stomachs, my head was pounding and Gordon was SOOO LOUD.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Urghhh,” I groaned, “turn that off. Whatever it is, it’s bad for me right now, " I tried to burrow my aching head under Alan's arm but it did nothing.

“It’s the emergency line,” John answered, sitting up straighter.

“Emergency line?” Scott shot upright too.

“Is this it? Do we have one?” Virgil asked, starting to smile.

John nodded. “Yep. Guys, you’re going to the Bahamas.”

Everyone scrambled, looking so dang happy to be moving again, to have a purpose again, taking off at a run for the lounge and their launch chutes and John to five to coordinate.

It looks like the world really is starting up again even though it is hard to think about. We’re used to being a bit isolated here and cut off from the rest of the world, but this has been a long lockdown and no doubt about it, it’s not completely over, not by a long shot.

We still have to social distance, we still have to wait for a call from the local authorities giving us permission to enter their country rather than just going wherever we are needed, but it’s progress.

This will be my last regular update for a while, it’s been an interesting three months and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed sharing our daily lives with you all in more depth, but now we need a little time to ourselves.

But don’t worry, I’ll still share the best stories with you all, I’ll still tell you all when something ridiculous happens, because let’s face it, it’s us, it’s a foregone conclusion that things will never be quiet here for long.

So, until I have something else to share, here’s a big thank you for spending time with us every day, for reading about our crazy lives and for laughing along with us (and crying with me too). Remember to stay safe, don’t take stupid risks, look after yoursleves and those you hold dear.

International Rescue are never far away, if you need them, just call, any frequency will do, they’ll hear you.

Bye for now.

(( Don't worry, I've loved doing these and will continue doing a diary for Selene as it was such fun. Isabelle did another picture to accompany this one, so here's the latest family portrait))

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #tracy island #thunderbirds in isolation #isolation island #social isolation

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Mid-Millennium Inception : Chapter 1

Charlotte, NC USA October 2, 2019

“Mom…. Mawmaw…… I’ll be fine,” you say while unloading the car. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, the slightest annoyance hidden in your voice, while a caring smirk forms on your face.

You, a short slightly thick brunette, rolls her luggage into the airport. Wearing your favorite worn black low top converses, black Adidas track pants, oversized light purple hoodie and black baseball cap that says coffee. Right before parting ways, your mom starts to cry. Your grandmother, one of the strongest people you know, looks at you with glassy eyes but not a tear drops, at least not in front of you.

“Guys, why are you looking at me like that? Do you want me to stay here forever with you?” you laugh while you hug your mom first. “No and yes,” she chuckles, “I know, I’m just going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too. Both of you. But I’ve put this off too long.”

“I know, just be careful. Okay!! You’re my only baby,” You look at your grandmother now, instead of tears you see exasperation in her eyes towards her only daughter being dramatic.

After your last farewells, you head to your gate to wait for boarding…

. . . . . . . . . . .

Seoul, South Korea

Twenty two hours later and with the worst sinus headache ever, you’re finally off the plane. After collecting your luggage, you head to the exit to meet the driver. The airport isn’t that crowded today, thank god. As you come out, you see your name on a piece of cardboard and wave at the driver. “Hello” you both greet each other.

This is your first time out of the country. You know the language from self-studying, but that’s it. You know no one here….. AT ALL!! But that doesn’t scare you as much as never leaving your small town. Finally, after years of slaving and being patient, you are in Korea. There’s been some bumps in the road, but that never stopped you. You started to become interested in Korean food when you worked at a Japanese/Korean fusion restaurant. You found a company, in Korea, who’s willing to take you in and teach you.

You’re heading to Gangnam, to the restaurant and where you’ll be staying. Dropped off in front of Kim’s Village, an eight story tall apartment building, you meet an assiduous looking man. He looks to be in his forties. “Hello, Genevieve Ainsley, correct? I’m Mr. Lee,” he bows.

“Yes sir. Hello Mr. Lee, it’s nice to meet you. You can call me Eve though for short,” you smile.

“Of course. I’m here to help you get settled into your new place and answer any questions you may have and also make sure all paperwork gets handled correctly. So let me help you with your luggage and head up.” He grabs the two large suitcases, rolling them around and heads inside after pressing the code. As Eve walks in with her carry-on and back-pack, she looks around the start of a small corridor that leads through the other side of the building. There is the first floor of apartments, which is about 6 in total it seems, mailboxes and 2 sets of stairs, one on each side of the building.

Mr. Lee lifts the two suitcases up to take up the stairs. “Oh,.. Mr. Lee, wait! What floor are we going to? Give me one of those or at least let me help,” Eve pleads as she goes to grab one of the cases. But he’s already going up the stairs, carrying them like they weigh nothing and not full of clothes and small kitchenware.

“We are heading to the 8th floor. There is only one apartment available right now for you to be housed in,” he explains, no strain in his voice as he carries over a hundred pounds up the staircase. You stand there gawking for a second.

At the top, you’re huffing a little. You’re not fat per say, curvy with some small love handles, but you aren’t that fit either. Maybe I should start working out, you think to yourself, while Mr. Lee is standing there with not even a drop of sweat or alteration in his breathing. Damn he’s fitter than I thought he’d be. I need to figure out his routine.

There’s a door right in front of the stairway with the number 802 on it. With the way Mr. Lee is standing in front of it, Eve assumes it’s her new place. He starts to open the door, but gets a call and answers it first. “Yes Mr. Kim,” he answers. . Kim Kwanjoon, CEO of KJ Inc., owns multiple buildings and businesses in almost every industry, including the restaurant that you’ll be working at. They talk for a few minutes and hang up.

“Mrs. Ainsley,” he voices, while opening the door to the apartment, “there seems to be a problem at the restaurant. As you know the chef isn’t back until Monday, which is when you are supposed to start. But our sous chef called in just now. So we actually need you to come in tonight. We seem to be short staffed. Is that a problem for you?” He takes his shoes off at the entry.

“Of course not. I’ll try to help as much as I can,” slightly exasperated. Hopefully he didn’t hear that.

“I’ll let them know. I can’t stay now, because I need to go to the restaurant. Can you be there in the next 2 hours? The restaurant is only two blocks away from this apartment, so it’ll not take long to get there.”

“Yes sir, I can do that.” He brings your luggage into the living room and hands you a packet of information.

“I apologize I can’t go over this with you right now. I’ll come back tomorrow to explain more. The first page is things you will need today,” he opens it to show you quickly, “If you’ve any questions call me, my card with my number is at the top. Do you have a cell phone?”

“Yes, I got a temporary at the airport, until I receive my registration card.”

“I’m impressed. Most foreigners don’t think of those things when they come to work here,” looking at his watch. “Be there by 4pm, the front door and I’ll let you in.”

“Yes sir”

“Goodbye Mrs. Ainsley. I’ll see you a couple hours.”

“Goodbye Mr. Lee”

You stand in the living room, staring at the door for a few minutes. Dazed with what’s happening. OMG!?! I thought I’d have time to rest and unpack today and this weekend. My head is still killing me, I slept like 2 hours on the plane. What am I going to do? You look at your phone and see its 2:23 and then start to move. You roll your largest suitcase down the short hall to the bedroom at the end. No time to really look around, you get the things you need out and pop 2 pills for your headache. And then head back to the bathroom.

After a steaming hot 30 min shower, to hopefully get rid of your headache and get the 24 hours of plane grime off of you, you get ready for work. Black non-slip kitchen Vanes with white soles, light gray cargo chef jogger pants, black tank top with a dark purple chef jacket (Eve’s favorite) over top, hair parted on the right with tapered side bangs in a tight bun in the back. With minimal makeup applied, you double, triple check you have everything. Grab a light jacket and walk out the door at 3:30 with knife kit in hand.

You’re standing at the front already when Mr. Lee walks up. “Early. Great.” You bow to greet him. He takes you straight to the kitchen, since it's Friday afternoon. The décor of the restaurant is very upscale café style with a Korean architectural influence to it. There are three floors to it, the top floor being outside seating. With no time to really chat, he shows you around. The kitchen is very well organized and clean. With the dish pit to your right and the start of the server station to your left, the kitchen has a U shape to it, with in and out doors for the servers. If you keep walking straight from the IN door, you will have the dish pit along the right wall with the clean dishes at the end, then storage and the back exit. To the left is the space for servers to walk and grab food to go out the other side and the hot line. On the left wall, on the other side of the OUT door, is the cold station.

Everyone is getting ready for the busy Friday night. He takes you to the first station you will be working at, the hot station. Being familiar with grills and stove, he put you there first to observe and help. “Hello, I’m Youngjae,” a new face gushed.

“I’m Eve. It’s nice to meet you,” you reply. He goes over the station with you and some of the dishes. After a while, orders start to come. You watch for a little, but then Youngjae starts to get overwhelmed. Your instincts kick in, just by watching him you’ve picked most of the dishes. You start to help him out.

When it comes to cooking and creating dishes, you could say you’re otherworldly. It’s like magic comes out of your hands. You picked up on cooking quickly in school and in the industry. You remember everything that you’ve learned, like the back of your hand. But you still don’t consider yourself that great. You’ve had limited chances to explore different foods, so you don’t consider your skills impeccable.

Youngjae is impressed though, “Wow, Eve. You catch on quick. How long have you been cooking?”

“I’ve been cooking for about 10 years.”

“Seriously. You are only a cook. Shouldn’t you be a chef?”

“I was a sous chef back home but I want to be a master chef. So I need to learn different cuisines and I wanted to travel, so here I am,” you beam shyly towards him.

“You must have started young. You look younger than me.” He laughs.

And there it is, your first insecurity. You don’t look it, but you’re 30 years old. Everyone usually thinks you’re anywhere between 22 and 26. But you keep your mouth shut. You started late on your dream, not realizing it until you were already in college for 3 years. You had to start over pretty much and go to culinary school for another 3 years. During all that, you worked 2 jobs and also helped support your family. While in college your dad became a drunk and quit his job, killing himself slowly. You knew why, but also couldn’t accept why he was doing this. Especially since he taught you to be stronger than that. Why couldn’t he? Finely he did die. You were sad, of course. You were a daddy’s girl until he changed. But you were also relieved. Because you felt it was holding you back. You couldn’t leave your mom and mawmaw to deal with him. So after a few years, you finally stabilized the financial situation with your mom and yourself, almost going into extreme debt because of your dad (and yourself trying to cope with all of it – online shopping).

Now here you are. Living the dream you never gave up on. Pushing the little insecurity down, you and Youngjae keep talking when able. Finding out he’s like third in command, the Lead Line Cook. He is 26, blonde hair, blue eyes with the help of contacts and a head taller than you, with a lanky build. While talking to one of the dishwashers comes along to put clean dishes away and take dirty ones to the pit. He comes up to talk to Youngjae.

“Hey man, what’s up? Who’s the new girl?” The dark chestnut haired boy says. He looks young with his dark brown doe eyes with flakes of gold, bright with curiosity. With his bunny smile, his cheeks bunched up and out to make cute crinkles at the sides of his eyes. He looks even younger and innocent now.

“Oh!!! Hello, I’m Genevieve, but you can call me Eve.”

“Cool, I’m Jungkook.”

They go through normal pleasantries. Jungkook is 22 and wants to work in the restaurant industry. He is starting as a dishwasher and working his way up.

The night finally ends and cleaning is almost over. You and Jungkook have become fast friends in just one day. All the boys in the kitchen have come to like you. They even ask if you want to come out for drinks that night. You would love to, but you are just too exhausted. They understand and say maybe next time.

Everyone grabs their things and heads out the door. You start walking towards your new apartment. The guys head the same direction and talk with you on the way. Jungkook waits a little to make sure you get into the building before following the rest.

You get inside, shower and finally relax in the bed. You thought this was going to be a bad day, but actually turned out decent.

. . . . . . . . . . .

On top of Building 63, with the lit city underneath. He stands on the edge looking out at the beautiful place that has grown so much.

“Hello, Hyung. I was wondering when you would show up.” Taemin spouts.

“When did you finally get back?” Kia asks.

“I just returned today. I figured it was time to come back and stay this time.”

“Father will be happy to hear that.”

“I’m sure he will.” Taemin says with indifference in his voice.

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