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fantasia-monogram · 3 years ago

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As the clock strikes midnight, part 2

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / epilogue

♥️ Taeyang x reader (nonbinary, female anatomy) x Jaeyoon; mentions of other SF9 members

♥️ NSFW (~1.7k words); a lot of sex talk and kink negotiation. Mentions of BDSM and kink. No one is 100% straight. Mentions of queerphobia.

♥️ You’re a beast at work, having to be tough to climb up the corporate ladder, but what you never thought of is that your attitude might be intimidating to your long time crush. Luckily, your much more laid back friend is here to help... both of you. Please read part 1 before this!

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how they are in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

Your impromptu get-together had been going for over two hours already, and you’d loved every minute of it so far. Your motivation had been mostly spending some time with Taeyang away from the workplace, but you had to admit: your other companion’s intentions towards you weren’t clear either. You enjoyed the mystery of it all, even though it was the youngest of your trio that you had your eyes on ever since the training period started.

Well, the mystery would end there, or so you thought.

“I can’t believe I put myself in a drama-like setting, but,” Jaeyoon started, clearly down out of sudden, “That guy reviewing our results… What was his name? Inseong… I might have a bit of a crush on him.”

You stopped in the middle of bringing a cup to your lips, letting your hand holding the latte hang awkwardly in the air. With the corner of your eye, you could see Taeyang doing the same.

“Come on, don’t tell me that you’re…” Jaeyoon whined, shaking his head.

“No, hear me out,” you interrupted. Before you spoke again, you cautiously looked left and right to make sure no one else was listening. Only then, you continued with a hushed voice. “You know, it drives me crazy whenever they call me a she in those international reports. I’m non-binary, I prefer neutral pronouns. I don’t really have to worry about it on a daily basis, until English rolls in and makes me cringe.”

Your friend leaned closer to you.

“Not like I didn’t notice,” he concluded. A wide grin was back on his face. “Do you like boys, though?”

You could tell he was just joking, given his usual flirty attitude, and you didn’t have to answer at all. However, since you started confessing already, you figured you could take it seriously.

“I do, actually!” You nodded, smiling lightly.

You couldn’t believe you could talk about it openly like that.

“Oh, I don’t discriminate, I fuck everybody,” Jaeyoon replied in a seemingly playful tone, although being serious as well, “But right now? My heart belongs to the Quality Department leader.” He finished with a hand on his chest.

You both laughed wholeheartedly, until you noticed Taeyang was silent this entire time. Jaeyoon turned his eyes towards him, with you following shortly.

“What about you?” Jaeyoon asked boldly.

A look of slight panic flashed through Taeyang’s face, and you’d think it’s adorable if not for the crushing possibility of him having objections towards who you were - now that he knew, it could have changed anything.

You really didn’t want to have your heart broken after mere four weeks since starting a new job.

“I… I like g…” Taeyang stuttered, his gaze briefly catching yours. He held tight onto his cup of coffee and looked away, blushing profusely. “People with vaginas.”

“No way!” Jaeyoon exclaimed. Fortunately, he remembered the topic of your conversation and immediately toned it back down. “I’m sorry, I’d have never clocked you as straight.”

“Hey, stop it!” You smacked his bicep, earning an exaggerated wince from him.

Taeyang rolled his eyes and sighed deeply.

“It’s fine,” he stated, putting on a regretful expression. “I get that a lot. I tried everything, but that’s my final verdict for now.”

Jaeyoon kept making inappropriate jokes despite your earlier protest, but you would be lying if you said you were listening to him. Your eyes were glued on Taeyang, even though he was way too busy deflecting your other friend’s silly remarks to pay attention to you.

It wasn't the first time Jaeyoon and Taeyang have visited your place; they've been there numerous times before, together and separately.

It was the first time, however, when they entered the apartment with all three of you feeling equally horny and not even trying to hide it.

It couldn't have been caused by the alcohol, because you haven't had any, Taeyang only had a couple sugary drinks, and Jaeyoon got completely sober as soon as the words fun night were mentioned. Nothing had been explicitly stated, but all of you - always having been open not just about your sexual identity and orientation, but also your specific attitudes towards sex in general - have reached an unspoken agreement: everyone was getting off tonight, this way or another.

You quickly decided to take turns using the bathroom. When it was Jaeyoon's turn to shower, you were left alone with Taeyang. It was a bit awkward at first, considering his confession from earlier that you barely replied to. As soon as he sat on a sofa in the living room - smelling clean, fresh glow on his face - you took a place beside him, wearing your black satin pajamas already.

Taeyang leaned back and smiled at you blissfully. Only then, he took your hand in his; after holding it for a good minute, he intertwined your fingers.

"I'm so happy," he whispered.

You really wished to answer in a coherent way, yet you couldn't possibly focus enough to be your usual, collected self - not when you finally had your long-time crush next to you, shirtless, lightly toned muscles and sharp outline of ribs on display.

Maybe you didn't want to shock him by showing this side of yourself so easily, but it was impossible at this point; your prettiest, prettiest boy was here, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the entire universe, making your heart swell with love and desire just by that.

Not used to being so overwhelmed with emotions, you just stared back at him wide-eyed.

"Sheesh, don't tell me you started without me!"

Jaeyoon appeared in the doorway, hair still wet and adorably curled without usual styling - a contrast to his impressive physique in nearly full glory since he, as opposed to the more reserved Taeyang, decided to step out of the bathroom wearing only boxer briefs.

It's not like you hadn't seen him like this before, as you'd go to the pool together many times over the past few years (Taeyang always refused the invitation, even though he claimed to be a pro at swimming and even bragged about gold and silver medals he won in national competitions during high school). Yet somehow, this time, the sight hit differently, since you knew what was about to happen.

"No way," you chuckled; Taeyang let go of your hand, which made your mood deflate a little. "Mind if we eat something first?"

Everyone was starving after the boring company party, so you all moved to the kitchen. You couldn't hide your amusement over how the apartment looked like a dollhouse when trying to contain not just you, but also two grown men. You gave up on relationships ages ago, so when looking for a place to rent, you had only your own comfort in mind.

"Okay, first of all," you started when everyone was finished with their meal, "Are we all safe? While I was still in the dating game, I was always monogamous and did regular checkups. I haven't had any partners for the past four years."

You cringed internally saying it out loud, but transparency was your number one priority.

"I never do anything without a condom," Jaeyoon stated.

As usual, Taeyang took a while before taking part in risky conversations.

"I do BDSM, but it hardly ever involved actual sex."

"I can confirm that." Jaeyoon smiled smugly, propping his chin on his hand.

Your eyes went comically wide at the implication.

"Wait, what did I miss?! I thought you liked, in your words, people with vaginas?" You gasped, blood rushing to your cheeks.

Taeyang's face turned equally red, except he decided to cover it with his hand.

"Y/n, dear, he said that three and a half years ago," your friend explained.

"Jaeyoon hyung had his part in my awakening as a submissive," Taeyang added, finally daring to look at you, "There was nothing sexual about it."

"Except for the fact I watched you jerk off," the hyung in question clarified.

"HEY!" The other guy got flushed again.

You swallowed heavily, feeling your throat get dry all of sudden. Oh my God. You could barely sit still at this point.

"We both like to watch," Jaeyoon concluded casually.

"So… Wait a minute," you picked up, your head spinning from the information overload, "If I understand it correctly: Taeyang, you're a sub. Jaeyoon, we're both Doms."

The guys nodded in unison.

"We're all into voyeurism."

Again, they confirmed with a single nod.

"I can't believe. This is too good to be true," you said weakly, shaking your head with disbelief.

"I have an idea," the older of your colleagues continued, "I don't wanna get too much inbetween you two."

Suddenly, Taeyang squeezed your hand under the table in a way that was borderline possessive.

"But since it's supposed to be enjoyable for all of us… I could get a bit touchy with Y/n… I suppose watching us would be enough to get Taeyangie ready, am I right?"

Taeyang looked to the side, his expression serious, but his body language unable to hide the excitement.

"Humiliate me a little and I'll be fine," he muttered under his breath.

He squeezed your hand even harder. You smiled at the feeling.

"I have one request for you," you turned to Jaeyoon, "No kissing on the lips, no hands in each other's underwear."

"I'm okay with that," he shrugged.

"You sure?" Taeyang asked.

"No worries, just focus on yourself," the older guy chuckled, "I'll take care of myself while watching you two have fun."

Was it happening for real? You felt like you were dreaming.

Taeyang brought you back to reality by bringing your linked hands to rest on his thigh.

"Do we… go all the way?" He inquired in a shy tone.

You took your time to inhale and exhale deeply before collecting yourself enough to answer.

"Yeah, we do."

(to be continued)

#sf9 imagine #sf9 scenario #sf9 smut #sf9 headcanon #yoo taeyang imagine #yoo taeyang scenario #yoo taeyang x reader #yoo taeyang smut #As the clock strikes midnight

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i-desire-jake · 3 years ago

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MERRY CHRISTMAS (1)

· CHARECTERS: Jake and MC (female)

· GENRE: fluff, romance, a bit emotional and cringe

· WARNING: Listen here guys, this oneshot is full of drama, melodrama and cringiness. People are too much lovey dovey here, so it won’t be my fault if you die because of cringiness or their super duper love. One more thing, it also won’t be my fault if you feel single after reading this. Enjoy your single lives dear. LMAO.😂😂 (Just kidding)

· WORD COUNT: 2675

· SUMMARY: Mc gets a Christmas gift. Nothing more. (author’s note at the end.)

Sighing I once again check my phone for any messages, but there are none as usual. Its 24th December, a day before Christmas and 8 months since I last received a message from Jake.

Jake stopped texting me after Hannah was found. But he made me a promise that he will come, come back for me one day. I text him every day telling him about my day and asking him about his. Reminding him to sleep, to take rest and to eat on time. I don’t know if he even read those, but I text him every single day to tell him that he is not alone in this world. I am here for him, whenever he wants me.

After texting Jake, I leave for my office. I work as a software engineer at a company so the usual 9 to 5 routine. But today I came back early, cause why not it’s Christmas Eve.

I prepare the food, complete the decorations of my house and the Christmas tree. I and my friends will have a party at my house, so I’m doing all of it now before my friends come.

After doing all the work I decide to disturb Jake again by my texts.

After texting Jake I go to take a nap before everyone comes.

AFTER 2 HOURS.

I wake up, take a shower then change into my dress for today. “Wow, I’m looking beautiful as usual.” I pampered myself with compliments then go back to work.

I put all the gifts I prepared under the tree. But there’s one gift which I have kept a bit separated from usual ones. This one is covered with glistening red and black paper with a cute ribbon on top of it. This gift is for someone special, someone I haven’t seen yet but still has managed to steal my heart. This one is for Jake. I know I won’t be able to give it to him now, but at least I can send him the picture. And I’m sure he will come one day, and when he’ll come, I’ll give him his surprise.

A few minutes are still left before the party starts so I decide to check up on Jake again.

I get emotional while texting him. A few tear drops left my eyes till the end of my messages.

“How much I wish you to be here Jake” I mumble to myself then go to have a drink.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rings and all my friends arrive for the party.

“Hey guys” I exclaim in happiness and hug all of them.

We eat, celebrate, dance and have a lot of fun. Now it’s past midnight so all of them leave after we exchange our gifts.

“ Byeeee…… new year party at the club don’t forget, and drive safely.” I shout at my friends excitedly then bid them goodbye.

“Aaahhh………..I’m so tired but not sleepy”

I look around my house to see it whole messy. “Should I text Jake now and wish him Christmas??? Ummm…. Yeah, why not?

I excitedly took my phone, opened his chat and again start with my one sided messages.

I become shocked reading his messages. WTF?! I rub my eyes several times to see if I’m dreaming, but the message still remains there so I reply him completely shocked and dumbfounded.

I was texting him like a crazy person when I hear the doorbell. I got startled at the sudden noise. I wait for a few minutes before opening the door. My heart is pounding crazily like it can pop out any second. My mind is filled with so many questions and worries.

I peep through the hole and see no one. Then I open the door slightly and poke my head out searching for a single soul there. But I found no one. ”hello?........anyone here?” I was about to close the door when I saw a big box kept on the ground packed with wrapping paper.

I touch it feeling nervous, and then I again get a message from Jake.

PART 2

#i-desire-jake #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #jake and mc #merry christmas

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fan-girling-101 · 4 years ago

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Switched

Request by Anonymous: Hello can I please request a imagine where the ready has a twin sister and they decided to switch and see how long it takes everyone to notice. The reader is also dating JJ!! Thank you!!

JJ Maybank X Reader

Summary: Request^

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, slight rape just a little bit sorta

Word count: 2880

The twin Sadie, her nickname by Rafe is Die I hope someone gets the reference. Also thank you so so so much for my first request I was so happy. Please continue sending them in. And I’m very slow at updating so sorry in advance if I take a long time to respond.

Part two

Not edited sorry for mistakes

When me and my twin sister Sadie where younger we’d switch places all the time. I was amusing being someone else for the short time we’d do it. As we got older it stopped happening as much until the last time we did it was grade 6. The two of us have lived on the rich side of the Outerbanks our whole life The rich people were never my scene though, so I made friends with the pogues. I was closest to JJ out of everyone in the group and slowly I found myself falling for the blond headed idiot. And somehow that’s how I ended up here, two months into dating JJ but scheming with my sister.

“Come on Sadie just for a little bit.” I pleaded with her, between the two of us Sadie was always the level headed and calm sister. It was my idea in the first place to switch places back in kindergarten.

“I am NOT kissing JJ.” Was the main argument to why she didn’t want to do it.

“I don’t want you to kiss him. He’s my boyfriend, it’s not like I’m going to kiss Rafe the lo-” I got cut off with a hand over my mouth. The love of your life was the ending to that sentence. Sadie doesn’t like talking about it but she’s in love with Rafe Cameron.

“If we do this you need ground rules.” She states looking around my room for the notebook we would write the rules in everytime. She finds the dark read notebook on the bottom of my bookshelf and grabs a random pen from my desk. “1. No kissing anyone. I won’t kiss JJ and you don’t kiss you know who.” she says gesturing with her hand.

“I’m never going to kiss Voldemort.” I joke as she starts in her effortlessly perfect handwriting.

“Your so funny I might die of laughter.” Her bitch face on as she glares at me. “2. Don’t make and life altering decisions.” I nod along thinking of what else to add.

“4.” “What about 3 stupid.” “3 is a stupid number I don’t like it. 4. I pick what you wear and vice versa.” She starts writing it down writing three instead of four. “I think that’s it. There’s a bonfire tonight at John B’s tonight wanna start then?”

“Yea that’s good I’m supposed to go over to Sarah’s. And take a picture of it because if you do anything wrong I’m going to kill you and throw you in the marsh.”

“And remember no kissing ya know.”

Day one

Y/N’s Pov

Sadie dressed me in a white summer dress and I took her car over to the Camerons. When I park outside of the huge house I text Sarah to let me in. I pull down the sun visor and open the mirror looking at my appearance with the light make up and my Y/H/C slightly curled.

“Your name is Sadie Y/L/N, your 16 and in love with Rafe Cameron.” I take a breath getting in the mindset of my twin. “I can totally do this.” I hop out the car making it to the first step when Sarah opens the door. “Hey.”

“Hi you know you don’t have to tell me you’re here. You just walk in.” She opens the door wider so I can slip through. I awkwardly laugh nodding my head unsure what to do. “Go up to my room I’ll get snacks.”

I walk up the stairs trying to remember where her room is. I’ve only been here a few times before Midsummers so we could all get ready together. I look both ways before deciding on going right. I get to the door I think is Sarah’s opening it praying to God I was right. But God decided on taking a vacation, instead of the light purple walls I was hoping for I got grey ones instead.

“Fuck!” I hear, the person in the room faces me calming down once he sees who opened the door. “God Die what the hell. Next time knock, and what are you even doing here.”

“Umm.... I’m lost. I think my brain stopped working I thought this was Sarah’s room.” I say looking around the room my eyes landing on a white substance on the desk he stood up from. “What’s that.” I ask hoping it’s not what I think it is and Sadie’s crush is a druggie.

“Nothing, two four doors down.” I slowly nob. closing the door trying to forget what I ‘didn’t’ just see. “And Die you didn’t see anything ok.” I nod again opening the right door this time sitting waiting for Sarah.

Sadie’s POV

“Hey princess.” JJ greats me as I get out of Putt Putt Y/N’s car. His hand finds its way to my denim clad hip from the shorts Y/N put me in. I really just want to push his hand off me, this is my sister boyfriend for God sake. He leans down to press him lips to mine but i turn my head his lips landing on my cheek instead.

“Hi.” I wave to the rest of them pulling away from JJ. I try to ignore the stare coming from the blond as I sit in one of the lawn chairs. The sun was going down as I got here Y/N telling me what time to leave and what to wear before heading out way earlier to the Camerons.

“Late as always Y/N/N.” John B shakes his head sipping the beer in his hand. Never once has my sister been early for anything and it stresses me out so much I don’t know how she does it.

“It’s called being fashionably late Booker. But you wouldn’t get that would you?” I laugh knowing that was something she would say to her best friends. JJ sits beside me still staring so I turn to face him giving him a smile, he relaxes a little bit wrapping an arm around my shoulders. My or Y/N’s phone rings in her backpack I grab it out seeing the text from ‘My Person’, it was what we agreed on for our contact names after we repeatedly binged Grey’s.

My person

Bro what do you and S talk about????

The latest drama at school

Sooo.... What is the latest drama

God do we even go to the same school Immanuel P. kissed Madison B.

Seriously!!

In a few hours it hits midnight and I was freezing. The cropped AC/DC shirt and shorts doing nothing against the cold autumn air. The night of Autumn in the Outerbanks were always so cold for a place that’s supposed to be hot. The fire was helping but I wanted something more. I got up to check Putt Putt for one of Y/N’s hoodies but I was pulled back landing on JJ’s lap a small shriek leaving my lips.

“Were you going Princess.” His arms tightly around my waist while my arms go around his neck. His eyes staring into mine with nothing but adoration. I was happy that Y/N had someone in her life that loved her, but the way he looked at me thinking I was my sister makes me want to tell them a little . But I have to admit this is so fun.

“I’m cold and just going to find a hoodie.” He still doesn’t let go, instead one hand moves off my waist to grab something beside him. In his hand is know a black hoodie that would be way too big for me but as he hands it to me I slip it over my head. “Thanks.”

“You ok, you seem, I don’t know... off.”

“I’m fine.” I give him a reassuring smile but I can she he doesn’t buy it.

“Are you sure you know you can tell anything right.” His thumb starts rubbing circles on the exposed skin under my shirt. I am so taking a long bath when I get home. I like JJ, it’s not like I hate Pogues or anything it just weird though.

“I 100 percent fine J, if something was wrong I’d tell you, you know that”

“Yea I do.”

Day 2

Sadie’s POV

Nothing was happening with the pogues today so I got an off day, but then I had to go and say something I wish I didn’t.

🥰My Surfer Boy🥺

You doing anything Can I come over

Sadie is dragging me to a kook party

Well then I’ll just have to score an invite

Now JJ wasn’t going to stop till he could come which wouldn’t be hard as Sarah was inviting John B.

Y/N POV

We pick out each others clothes before going to the party at Topper’s. I go to find Sarah lookinaroundud for the blonde. But instead of finding that blond I see Sade and JJ, his arm wrapped around my sister making me jealous.

“Hey Die.” A voice says right behind me making me jump not at all expecting Rafe. He chuckles at me reaction before handing me a drink.

“What’s in it.” I ask, Sadie doesn't normally drink so I don’t know if I should take a sip of the dark liquor. “Trust me.” Is all he says back. I take whiff smelling how strong it is. Me personally would never trust Rafe, but this is Sadie not Y/N. I take a cautious sip. The second I take a sip I almost gag at how strong it is. I could handle alcohol but that is to much. Rafe starts laughing so I grab the front of his shirt and pour the rest down his chest.

“Hey Hey.” he pushes me back but it’s to late his shirt now had a dark stain on the front. “Okay maybe I deserved that.” He shakes his head at mumbling something about changing his shirt. There was a tug on my arm and I was faced with myself, well my sister. JJ behind her laughing putting his hand up for me to high five. Which I did.

“What are you doing. I would never do that.” She scolds me in a whisper so JJ won’t hear. When we switched Sadie was very serious about staying discreet.

“Well I can’t kiss him as you what do you want me to do?” I laugh as she scoffs walking away JJ following behind her still laughing.

Day 4

Sadie’s POV

Four days nobody really suspected anything, well other than JJ he keeps asking if I ok. And I’ve had to dodge every kiss he tried to give me, and when I tell you JJ loves kiss Y/N it’s an understatement. It was the night of a boneyard kegger hosted by the pogues.

I was chatting with Kie about turtles when a very drunk Kelce came over. He slung his arm around my shoulder, his drink spilling out of his cup and onto Y/N’s favorite shirt. I never really liked Kelce he just made me uncomfortable. Any time I saw Rafe, Topper and him out I’d always say hi, bothe Rafe and Topper would respond with a hi while Kelce would look me up and down before saying anything.

“Hey babygirl. God you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of fucking you are you sister, to have the two of you under me screaming my name. Why don’t we make it reality.” He drops his mostly full cup silling it on the converse I was wearing. His hand going to my waist and his lips attaching to my neck.

“Get off me! Stop!” Suddenly he was ripped off me. JJ’s fist colliding with his face. Kie grabs my hand asking if I was okay. I nod hopping into the van. Soon enough John B, Pope and JJ came to the van, JJ sitting right beside me wrapping me in his arms hugging me as no one said anything.

“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to punch him in the face for him to stop.” JJ said as we park at John B’s. I grab my phone leaving the van before it’s fully stopped I ran inside Dialing my number.

“Yo Sade how’s life on the cut.”

“Were you ever going to tell me about Kelce.” I ask angrly pacing around the small bathroom.

“About that.” She nervously laughs not continuing. “Maybe should've warned you Kelce is in love with us before you went to the party.”

In Love with us! Y/N he tried to have sex with me!.”

“I know.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

Day 5

Y/N’s POV

I was at a small party just some friends over and some games at Sarah’s. We were all sitting in the living room talking about all the drama at school which I knew nothing about. A hour in Rafe and some of his guys friends walked in. Just as Sarah was going to tell them to leave Carmella asked them to stay, while practically eye fucking the kook king himself. Instead of walking over to the girl begging for his attention he sat beside me on the couch. I put Sadie’s phone I was currently texting her on so she could keep up with everything down.

“Nice to see you here Die.”

“Hi Rafey.” I replied back using the nickname I usually call him. He rolls his eye as Carmella sits basically on top of him and starts a conversation about some boring kook thing. I felt bad for Sadie if this is what she has to deal with. “Come on. We’re out of snacks.” I grab his hand pulling him with me to the kitchen.

“Why do I have to come.” He whines like a baby as we get into the hallway, but follows even when I let go of his hand.

“Because I need help getting snacks.” JJ please forgive me for what I’m about to do. I grab the front of his expensive polo shirt putting my lips to his. He starts to kiss back but I pull away grabbing Oreos and walking back to the living room. Soon Rafe walks in clearly shocked of what just happened in the kitchen. Rule one and two broken. Oops.

Sadie’s POV

After hours of sitting in the sun on the boat I’m practically dying. I mean sure living in Obx you get used to the heat but someone turn the heat down. JJ has been asking me nonstop questions about things which I find weird but I answer.

What star sign are you? Virgo

Who’s the president? Trump

How many states are there? 50

9x7? 63

Our favorite thing to do together? Surf

What does www mean? World wide web

What university are you going to? UNC

Dream job? Not sure

I was confused what was happening the Pogues all asked what JJ was doing but he just said nothing.

“Sadie.”

“Yea-shit.”

“HA I knew it.” JJ jumped up startling everyone. I sighed, everytime it was always me that messes up if people find out.

“How did you find out. Was it that I knew was www meant?” I question texting Y/N to get to John B’s. As we pulled up to the dock Kie got out laughing that I should be an actress.

“No it’s that you answered 9x7 so fast. Also next time dream job is opening a surf shop together.”

Y/N’s POV

When I show up I knock on the door fiddling with my fingers. The door opens with the blond headed, blue eyed boy kissing me. He wraps his arms tightly around my back like he hasn’t kissed my in forever. I giggled kissing his nose wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Took you long enough. Five days surfer boy, gotta do better next time.” I push past him into the Chateau. “Hey guys miss me.” They shake the heads at me calling us crazy.

“I just thought it was that time of the month or something.” JJ said wrapping his arms around my torso resting his head on my head. I hit the back of his head causing him to playfully bite my ear. “Don’t ever do that again I was worried you were mad at me.” He looks between me and Sadie and I turn to face him giving his a salute.

I sit beside Sadie whispering in her ear that I kissed Rafe earlier tonight. “WHAT!” She jumps up. “You broke rule one and two!!! I have to go fix what you messes up now!”

“I didn’t break rule four though.”

“I hate you!” She runs out of the house starting up her car and driving off to the Camerons.

Later that night I’m curled into JJ on the bed in the room he claimed as our. The shirt he was wearing now over my shoulders enclosing me in the smell and heat that is JJ Maybank. My head on his chest listening to the rhythmic heartbeat. In the five days without JJ this is one of the things I missed most. His smell was just intoxicating and his arms tightly around me felt safe.

“Oh JJ I may have kissed Rafe.”

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Part two

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #rafe cameron #kelce smith #topper thornton #sarah cameron #obx #outer banks #outerbanks #outerbanks imagine #obx imagine #twins

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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#6 A December to Remember (Jaemin x you)

Sixth day of Christmas

A December to Remember (Jaemin x you)

I do not own the pictures, but I own the stories :) hope you enjoy this

It is the sixth day of Christmas, you’re having your holiday already and you are simply enjoying the peaceful winter inside your room. You tune on to Christmas carols, turn the heater on and binge watch your favorite film. It is always the best feeling when you’re snuggled inside your thick warm blanket, with the pillows on their best supporting position and the amount of light coming through the window is not too bright.

“Perfect,” you sigh as you play your movie marathon and put your phone aside. Leaving the online world for a while won’t be a nuisance right? You almost fall asleep but your phone rings and causes you to jolt from your slumber.

The noisy ringtone doesn’t end even after you leave the caller there, lazily you pause your film and reach out to pick up the call.

“(y/n)! You did not forget right that you asked me to pick you up at four to drive you to the mall, right?” your best friend Jeno called and the first sentence he mutters was that.

You shake your head and scramble from your bed to fix your face and change to appropriate clothes. You glance over your phone “No I did not forget. I am preparing myself.” You lie and Jeno just buy your lie, he can clearly hear you running to rush your preparation.

You jump on your bed, “Shit-“you curse slowly when you totally forgot about this.

“Why? You forgot?” Jeno sounds confused on the other side.

“Don’t run. I’ll wait, besides I am not on the way yet.” He sits down on his sofa when he knows you’re not ready yet. What’s the point of waiting inside his car when you’re not ready yet?

“Give me 15 minutes and you can pick me up. Thanks, Jeno,” you hung up as you quickly take a shower, do your hair and apply a thin make up.

How could you forget, tonight is the night you and the Dream squad gather in Chenle’s big mansion to celebrate your late Christmas and just hang out until the year comes to an end. You were going to do the countdown with them and maybe stay over if you’re too tired to go home.

You’re glad you’ve packed your belongings last night and you just need to change into a nice costume tonight. You did not bother putting on a full make up, you just do what’s comfortable for you and right on time when you spray your perfume, your phone rings.

Jeno’s name appears and you gladly pick it up, “I am going down.”

“Hey there!” you greet him heartily when you make it into his car. “Here’s something for you. Merry Christmas and happy new year!” you hand him a bottle of perfume. His eyes twinkle, “Woah are you my santa?” he asks. You chuckle and shake your head, “No. I gave that because you’re my favorite and I want to give you a present. I will be buying the present for the secret santa now.”

“Woah thank you! So shall we go?” his map starts navigating the car and the two of you made it into the mall in half an hour.

“Want me to go with you or do you want me to meet you here later? Maybe you want to keep it anonymous the prize…” the taller man raises his brow.

You’re glad Jeno is a smart one, of course it won’t be fun if he knows what you are buying. So, after you two agreed on a time and a meeting place, you split up.

You use the directory to find the electronic shop you’re looking for and rush there. You know the person receiving this gift will be super happy, this person loves this thing so much and you happened to successfully make yourself skip coffees for weeks to be able to afford this gift.

You smile when the cashier hands you a nicely wrapped present. You did not take the bag and just bring the present in your bag.

You find Jeno waiting for you and you told him you’re ready to head to Chenle’s.

Chenle’s big house is always the best place to party and just gather around. Your friends are present there too and the other Dreamies are bringing along their significant others. You thank Jeno for the ride and waltz to greet your boyfriend with a surprise back hug.

“Nana!” you giggle when you successfully surprise him with a back hug and the blonde man jumps a little.

“(y/n)!! Sorry I cannot pick you up, my mother just came back from Paris.” Nana greets you into a tight hug and even kisses your cheek although there is Renjun and Jisung there.

“I miss you!” you change the topic, you’re already here with him and that is all that matter.

“Don’t challenge me. You did not know how hard it for me was to keep my head straight when you are running around in my head!” he dramatically gasps and you playfully pinch his cheeks, “My drama king. Just being away for a week to attend a Winter course for his dancing and acts like you’re back from the war!”

He giggles, “That is how much I miss you! It feels like hell! The training was tiring, and they did not allow us to use our phone during breaks. I couldn’t call you and at night the Internet sucks.” Jaemin explained. Well, he was in Russia one week ago to join a ballet winter course. He almost turned the offer down because he did not want to be away from you, but you reminded him how hard he worked and how hard was it to get a chance to join the workshop. So, with much bribing he left.

He did enjoy the class; he learned many new skills and Jaemin is more than excited to teach them to his own ballet class. You know Jaemin from your dance studio, you were there to send your niece to her ballet class and that was how you meet Jaemin. He is an angel when he teaches young classes the basic theories, but once he moves to teach the older and advanced class you see how serious he is about teaching ballet.

“Thank you, Jae, for going there and doing it for me too.” You rub his back, well ever since your car crash accident you’re not able to dance anymore and so when Jaemin took his chance to get to know you, you slipped your dream into his shoulder. You dated Jaemin for a good four years already and still going strong.

The dinner soon started and everyone of you are seated around the room, enjoying the barbeque party Chenle called for tonight and after dinner comes the game time.

Whoever has the idea to put on Just Dance on the screen, must be given a reward. Everyone is competitive to win the highest score, and while taking turn to play, you sit beside Jaemin on one of the sofa. Squishing yourself to half sit on the chair and half sit on his lap, He automatically rounds his hand over your waist and holds you in place so you cannot fall or slip away to the floor when you were laughing at how competitive Mark, Jeno, and Haechan are.

“Not cold?” Nana asks after he examines your dress. You’re wearing a dress while he is snuggled warm inside his favorite knitted wear. You shake your head and he frowns.

You sip on a glass of wine in your hands to warm your body a bit. Mark opened a special wine for the night which is probably also why those three guys are super competitive over a dancing game.

“Wait here, let me take a blanket.” Nana pushes himself to stand from the sofa and you just let your body fall to the sofa. Your eyes are still glued on the screen and suddenly Jaemin has returned to you. He nicely sits himself back, have you on the same position and he drapes the blanket over your lap.

“Thanks,” you smile to him as he is being warm and considerate to you.

“Of course, anything for my love.”

The night goes deeper and it’s finally time to exchange gift. Everyone has placed their presents under the Christmas tree and one by one we will take the gift with our name.

Once everyone has done that, we all take turns in opening it. You’re excited when you get an Alexa home assistant! Wow everyone was jealous of yours up to now.

It was Jaemin’s turn that has you secretly holding your breath. Well it’s you who was assigned to find hm a present.

Jaemin unboxes the small wrapped box and was cheering when he finds a velvet box.

“Woah is that gold?!” Haechan already jumps forward to look closer, Jaemin laughs and feels his heart also nervous. What is this, inside a very nice box. Is it what he is thinking about? Or is this just a joke?

When Jaemin opens the box, he tears up and closes his mouth. He was speechless and Haechan who is dead curious walks to see the gift and he screams “THIS IS THE REAL DEAL!!”

“What did he get?” Mark also looks interested. Everyone is, you also play along to not make it obvious. You’re glad Nana seems to love it already.

“This, a necklace I’ve been wanting since long time ago.” Jaemin brings out the golden necklace with his zodiac and initial engraved. He gladly undo the hook, and with Jeno’s help (who is sitting beside him), Jeno helps Jaemin uses the necklace.

“Wow seriously whoever got me this. Thank you! I really love it and whoah what did I do to deserve this?” Nana wipes his happy tears and he just looks into the pendant with hearts in his eyes.

Everyone unwraps their gifts. It’s an hour to midnight and you all take a seat on the floor circling. Everyone shares stories, sends gratitude speeches and just reminiscing what you all did this year and what you wish to happen next year. You’re enjoying the night as you sit next to Jaemin and just holding hands as you listen to your friends’ talks.

“Let’s go out and see the fire works,” Chenle opens the door to his indoor garden and you guys flood the places. Looking for the best spot to capture some fireworks pictures.

“3…2….1..”

“Happy new year!!!” you hear different kinds of screaming and yelling. Everyone’s giggling and hugging one another, glad that we can start another year with good health and complete like this.

Jaemin pulls you into his embrace, “Happy New Year love,” he whispers and places his lips over yours. It’s a nice kiss to start the year and you smile when he pulls away.

“Happy new year too Nana,” you whisper and snuggle your head into his neck.

He hugs you close and when his friends pass by he just gives them high fives while shouting “happy new year!”

You stay with Jaemin under the bright sky from colourful and loud fireworks. He hugs you from the side and the two of you are looking to the sky.

“Thank you for everything, for being by my side. Trusting me, loving me, caring me! I am so lucky to have you. I love you so much (y/n) and I just want us to continue and take small steps together until we’re ready to tie our bond.” Nana looks seriously into your eyes. You blush and kiss him quick. “I’ll be here, don’t worry. Thank you for also being there for me. I love you too! Let’s hope this year can be a good year for us.”

“Also I want to thank you for the gift.” Nana smiles and your face drop, “You know?”

He giggles, “No one else knows I want this. I only told you and I got it for Christmas. It must be you.”

You laugh at your action, “Well sorry if it’s no longer a mysterious santa. Glad you like it.” You reach out to see the pendant and you really have no regret of saving money for this present.

“I’ll keep it safe and use it with me everywhere I go! This is like a piece of you in me!” he ruffles your hair and when you shudder from the cold wind Nana wraps his arm around your waist and ushers you back to the big house.

“Guess you need to change if you don’t want to get sick. Anyways see you tomorrow!” Jaemin waves his hand after helping you with your bag to the guest room Chenle provided for you.

You blush, “Thank you Jaemin, see you and happy new year! Love you!”

He smiles after closing your door and walking away to the boys room. It’s the best present he ever wanted, but you are the best present for him everytime!

He kisses the pendant and tucks it inside his sweater, if it’s near his heart he can keep you safe and warm right?

see you tomorrow

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moccahobi · 4 years ago

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Prank Calls [Seokjin x Reader]

summary: A prank call that leads to more.

genre: fluff

rating: E for everyone

warnings: none!

a/n: This is my submission for my “Prank Calls” Prompt from @btsholidaybingo!!

word count: 3.5k

Inside a sparse and dimply lit apartment, you resided, pacing the floor of your livingroom as you listened to yet another stupid caller. A frustrated sigh left you when you were finally able to hang up on the mysterious caller for the ninth time this week, you almost always listened to their whole speel before hanging up either out of pity or from desperately craving some social interaction with someone who isn’t in your inner circle A squeaky laugh ringing in your ears as you mulled over the latest call and tried to focus on anything other than it (ideally, you’d be focusing on your homework). There were so many questions about whoever this prank caller was though. You felt so stumped and didn’t know where to look or what to do. Carefully, you set your phone down on the coffee table before sitting back at your couch where you were supposed to be working on homework.

How had they gotten your phone number?

It wasn't public information. There shouldn't be a way for random strangers just to get your phone number. Someone asking if your fridge was running is not a spam call.

Why did someone have so much fun with pranking you that they have done it nine times?

Who the hell was it?

Why haven't you blocked them yet?

Well... that last one you have an answer for... You just can't bring yourself to. Despite the annoying prank calls and horrible jokes, they were some of the few stranger interactions you'd had in a while... Plus the person had such an attractive voice.

Squeaky laugh and all.

Maybe... if you had the nerves to do more than an instinctual eye roll and hang up you’d have the answers to all of your questions. You could try to strike up a conversation and learn about this random caller… maybe even make a new friend.

You were shy though. Even if you wanted to do more, you didn’t have it in you normally to do that. It’d have to be a rare event to make you be able to actually strike up a conversation with a stranger.

With a deep sigh, you turn back to the tv and pressed play on the random episode of some random show that you were watching as you slowly did some work. You'd be spending the night with Minji and Sunha tomorrow and although you loved them, they took a ton of energy from you… and you had so much homework that absolutely had to be done at some point. You tiredly picked at the secondhand couch before you readjusted the volume to be louder. One of your next door neighbors was causing a ruckus and although you didn’t mind when occasionally interrupted your show, you didn’t want to hear what they were saying… it would be too much of a distractant from the bits of homework you were doing. If you had the energy to interact with people this evening, then maybe you’d have asked them to be quieter or even saw if it was some sort of hall event that you could join in. You didn’t have the energy though and you surely didn’t have any energy to try to insulate your apartment more. For the most part your neighbors were decent at being respectful. It was a perk of living off campus.

Somehow, you managed to do a whole hour more of light homework before another prank call interuppted you (this time with a dumb joke before they hung up) and you figured that even though it was still early (a whopping 2:30 at night!), it would be best to call it an early night.

The next day, you woke up groggily, did some homework, and attended your classes as normal. Well.. it was mostly normal. You went to campus a little earlier than you tend to because you wanted to try one of its cafe’s latest drink that Sunha was gushing about last week. Apparently it was the next best thing since PSL and that even if you weren’t a PSL fan, you had to try it… it wasn’t that good in your opinion but you were also very picky about your coffee and didn’t care for dessert drinks much.

At the end of your school day, you also walked across campus to Minju and Sunha’s shared dorm instead of taking the bus home and enjoying a relaxing night full of doing some more homework and watching a random show. The dorm building and surrounding space was crowded with people having fun and relaxing all around you. At one point, you even had to quickly jump out of the way of a volleyball that someone hit wrong and sent flying. It was an odd sight for you since you didn’t venture to this side of campus often and it showed. You inexpertly maneuvered around people, occasionally staring at the odd sight for a little too long as you struggled to make it to your friend’s dorm. Somehow, you managed to make it to the dorm without bumping into anyone. Cold air blasted you as you entered the lobby space and checked in, no one batting an eye at the visitor. The lobby was grand (for a college), a fancy kitchen that was often shown off for tours (and was chronically dirty) and a large, unlit fireplace greeted you as you looked around. Large group seating areas with worn-in and stained chairs littered the floor, people pulling them every which direction to fit their needs. The best part of the lobby was the two large flat screen tvs that hung over the fireplaces. Some people were sitting and talking in the chairs but most had pulled them around the tvs to watch some movie or show.

Despite your curiosity about what was playing, you simply moved to one of the stools in the kitchen area and sat down. Sunha was coming down to let you up and you wouldn’t figure the show out by the time she arrived anyways.

Sure enough, Sunha came down and before the show’s next scene, you two were walking up three flights of stairs to get to their dorm. A night of movies, food, and gossiping awaiting you. It was a comfortable and fun time and occasionally one of Minju’s other friends would join but tonight you were guaranteed that it was only you three, something you were grateful for..

“You have missed sooo much drama, Y/n-ah. I literally. It is crazy. You know that Kim Seokjin moved out after him and Pak Sooji broke up… well you wouldn’t believe it but since then, she’s had like five different guys over! I am starting to think that the rumors of her cheating are ture.” Sunha started as soon as the door to their dorm was closed, a bag of popcorn and a glass of wine finding its way into your hands as they kept talking, filling you in on everything that you missed.

You weren’t really one for drama but, especially when meeting with Sunha and Minju (after not being able to for a whole month), you humor it some.

“Oh I doubt that! I think they just grew apart.”

“Minju! Growing apart doesn’t include loud fighting as well! My friend, Jisoo, lives next to Pak Sooji. She said there was tons of screaming and yelling the night that Kim Seokjin moved out. She almost called the police apparently.”

“She’s over dramatic. They didn’t have that bad of a fight. I was in the dorm. The walls are thin. There is no way others wouldn’t have known what the fight was about if that was the case.”

You simply nodded along as Minju and Sunha bickered over what possibly happened, content to watch and listen and learn about everything that you apparently missed. You lived off campus and didn’t keep up with the social interactions of everyone on campus anymore. Just those who you enjoyed spending time with. Sunha and Minju quickly went off topic, instead talking about how one of their professors is having a kid and his students were planning a surprise party for him. It was cute and by the end of the night, the three of you had planned the whole party out to a T (even though you hadn’t had a class with that professor in a long while, they were a campus favorite).

It was almost midnight when the first of multiple calls from your prank caller started.

“Hello. We have your pregnancy test results.” They started, a laugh distantly heard in the background.

You rolled your eyes and put the phone on speaker, signaling for Minju and Sunha to listen (they’d heard a little about your prank caller but hadn’t heard any of what they’ve said before), “Yeah? Am I pregnant?”

The prank caller coughed and you heard more laughing, “Yeah. With… with a foodbaby.”

“Oh? Makes sense.” You said lamely, your drunk mind too slow to think of anything but not wanting to hang up.

You heard laughing from Minju and Sunha as well as some on the prank callers end.

“Why do you keep calling me?”

“What? I-I… This is the first time I’ve called, ma’am. I work at the pregnancy clinic… in the… the place where doctors work… the…”

“Doctors office?” Someone near him supplied and Minju laughed again as someone in the background of the call started coughing.

“Yeah! I work at the doctors office.”

“Sure.” You sighed and hung up before rolling over and looking up at your friends.

They broke out laughing immediately, Minju bending over as she laughed so hard, her bed squeaking as she heaved. Laugher struck you as well, your eyes closing with tears as you kept laughing. It was contagious and you soon felt like you couldn’t stop. It was almost too much. You did stop though.

When the number called again.

“Hello. I am Pippinpaddlelopsin.” The prank caller said in an obnoxious accent, “I would like to order a taco.”

“Yeah. We don’t have tacos here sadly.” You started, fuzzy mind trying to think of something to say as you smacked your lips together and looked around the room, “Just… just bolts.”

The person on the other end snorted, “Yeah? How many can I buy then?”

“Uhhh… Just one. Actually… someone just bought it.” You smacked your lips together as you kept talking, eyeing Minju as she barely held her laughter in.

“Shame. Can I get your number instead then?”

“What?”

“Your number… can I get it.”

“No.”

Their laughter this time was more like screeches when you hung up and Minju almost fell off her bed as she cackled. This time though, you weren’t laughing. You were simply staring at your phone before adding the prank caller to your contacts as “Pippinpaddlelopsin”.

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If what Minju and Sunha told you was true, you talked to the prank caller and their friends two more times that night. You just so happen to have a very hazy memory of all of it and only know that at one point you asked them for a taco which they didn’t have. There was also a moment after you chugged a glass of water where you called them, said nothing, and promptly hung up.

Sober you wasn’t laughing though. Instead you were grimacing as a number labeled “Pippinpaddlelopsin” texts you the Monday after the large amount of mutual prank calling that happened the night before.

What you didn’t expect was to actually enjoy the texts he sent you. At first, they were more random things, like asking if you wanted a taco at 2am (you said no), but about a month into the random texts, they started to get more personal with “How was your day”s (and actual conversations).

Pippin had apparently learned your name during your mutual prank calling (courtesy of Minju yelling it) yet he still hadn’t given you his name. You did know for a fact now that he was one of your neighbors because he admitted to getting your phone number from the communal bulletin board during one late night conversation. Every once in a while, you’d try to guess who he was and even scared your sweet neighbor down the hall when you momentarily thought that Pippin was him, but he still hadn’t told you who he was. Of course, as he kept telling you that your guesses were wrong, you kept getting closer to finding out who he actually was and you were determined to find out who he was. Minju was adamant that Pippin was your new neighbor Kim Seokjin. Sunha was putting her money on the teen who lived in 304 (who she claims has a large crush on you). You honestly didn’t know who Pippin could possibly be and found thoughts of who he could possibly be taking up your time almost as much as actual conversations with him..

“I am just saying. Call him and invite him over! We can have a girls and Pippin night!” Sunha said for the umpteenth time that night.

They had come over earlier after they’d finished classes and wanted to relax in a larger space than their tiny dorm (which you felt like would feel much later if they just cleaned it up some). It was all fine and dandy until they both started theorizing about who Pippin was and if you and him would ever end up dating (which while you kind of had developed a tiny tiny crush on the anonymous texter, you firmly stated that it would never happen). It was getting annoying. You loved your friends very dearly, but their constant theories didn’t help you and your desire to know who Pippin was.

“No! Pippin is a neighbor! He is probably busy. Besides, our night is for us. Not some boy to crash and sweep Y/n off her feet.”

“I am right here, you know!” You chimed in, rolling your eyes before going back to playing online games on your phone.

“Wait… what are you doing on your phone?”

“Playing games. What else would I be doing?”

“I don’t know! Texting the love of your life maybe?”

“Ok that is extreme.” You laughed anxiously, “Pippin isn’t the love of my life. I barely have a crush on him.”

“So you admit that you have a crush on him!”

“Oh fuck this! Give me your goddamn phone.” Minju sighed anxiously before snatching your phone from your hands and doing something on it.

“What are you doing?”

“Omo!” Sunha exclaimed as she read over Minju’s shoulder, “Omo!”

“What? What are they doing? Sunha!”

Your pleas fell to def ears as the two of them did something to your phone (the longer they had it, the more you started to suspect that they were texting Pippin) and it wasn’t until five minutes later when you finally yelled at them that they gave it back, all the while they were looking like sad puppies.

Even as you scolded them for using your phone without permission, you felt no remorse. They should know better than that and now you had a long apology to send to Pippin as well. Sunha and Minju left shortly after that. You were too upset at them to let them stay and they understood that you needed space. Eventually, you would meet up and talk it over and move on, but for now, you wanted to be angry and you wanted them to think about how rude and invasive what they just did was.

You didn’t check your phone the rest of that night, even the dings of your phone mounted as Pippin messaged you. It was all too much. After almost three hours of trying to calm down, you found yourself in the kitchen, nursing a cup of calming camomile tea and trying to think over the worst case scenarios. Pippin could stop messaging you entirely because of the major breach of privacy that just…

You sighed.

He knew some of your secrets. He could blab about them to whoever listened… but did you really think that Pippin was that kind of person?

A knock at the door stopped you in the middle of more calming breaths. Slowly, you walked over and looked through the peephole, confused as to who would be at your door late at night. It was Kim Seokjin. Your new neighbor who you rarely saw.

Why would he be at your door?

Slowly you opened your door, a confused look on your face and the more you opened the door, the more the confusion grew. He was panting, a thin layer of sweat on his face, and a small potted plant in his arms.

“H-Hello?” You started unsure as to why he was here, “How can I help you?”

“God, Y/n. You confess through text and then don’t respond when I say who I am and that I like you back and when I come to see you all you have to say is that? You’re so fucking adorable.” Seokjin said, a smile growing on his face as he pulled you into a hug.

What?

You confessed through text?

He likes you?

You’d never talked to him though… unless…

He was Pippin?

And did Minju and Sunha confess to Pippin for you?

“Y-your Pippin?”

“Yes, and I want to ask… Will you go on a date with me, Y/n-ssi?”

What?

You took a step back, your mind running at 100 steps a minute before you quickly turned around and ran to your phone. There were probably a hundred unread messages from Pippin… from Seokjin.

How.

You’d been talking to Seokjin this entire time?

What.

In shock you looked back at your door but Seokjin had followed you inside and was looking at you with a concerned expression. You looked between Seokjin and your phone repeatedly, your brain seeming to process the situation slower than molasses. The slowly changing look on Seokjin’s face wasn’t helping either.

“Y-You’re Pippin?”

“I am. I said that in text an hour ago… are you ok, Y/n-ssi?”

Do you tell him that your friends confessed for you?

Shit.

After the breakup he went through recently?

“I… I was so scared after I sent that… the confession that… I… I haven’t checked my phone since. I… I was so sure that you’d shut me down and I… I wanted to prepare myself for that.” You lied, hoping it was believable.

For a second, Seokjin looked more confused than you felt before he nodded, “Well, I’m not turning your confession down. I think I like you romantically too. I want to try.”

You nodded slowly as blush sprung across your face, “That would be nice.”

“Yeah. It would be.”

“So…” Seokjin started before he extended the potted plant for you to grab, his ears a bright red, “Would you want to go on a date with me now? I know it’s late but I’d love to… if you want that is.”

Blush rose on your cheeks more as you accepted his plant, “I-I would love to… Just give me a minute to get ready? You caught me off guard.”

“Of course. Take all the time you need.” Seokjin opened and closed his mouth before he continued, “Is it ok if I wait here or would you rather I wait in my apartment and we can meet when you’re ready?”

“You can wait here. I will be finished soon.” You said before running off to put the plant somewhere and grab a bag to hold your wallet.

In less than five minutes, you were ready and with butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you left with Seokjin on your first date. It was amazing. The next day, you messaged Sunha and Minju and had a conversation about what they did wrong, what they could do better in the future (just not steal someone’s phone and all), and how amazing your date was.

On your third date, you confessed about what actually happened that led to him confessing. He blushed and the two of you had a good laugh (he also seemed glad that you gave your friends a stern talking to after). By the fifth date, you were fairly positive you were madly in love with Seokjin and by the time you two had your sixth date, you found yourself regularly hanging out with him outside of dates. From studying together to getting together with his friends and yours and doing stuff as a large group, you found yourself falling more and more. During your graduation party, Seokjin and you managed to sneak off to your bedroom for some quiet and in each other's arms, you shared “I love you”s. By the time Seokjin graduated undergrad as well and you were well in your grad school, you’d managed to find a nice spacious apartment to share.

Everything was falling into place.

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noahhernandez · 4 years ago

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2/9/2015 v. 8/11/2020

1:Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie. My favorite movie is Scream, and it started when I saw the midnight premier of Scream 4 with my dad back when I was in 8th grade, then Scream 1 came on AMC late on night and I just really like it

I still think Scream is one of my favorites, but Halloween has jumped up there just because I am obsessed with all things horror really lol. I started to love Halloween because of the new trilogy.

2:Talk about your first kiss. It’s really not that interesting but really like embarrassing. It was with my first boyfriend and I had just turned 15 and we were at the school just walking around and we went into the band hall and I was like ok im leaving and he was like wait and we kissed and i was like o

the same !

3:Talk about the person you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings for. I never really have had intense feelings for anyone. I d k

One my exes- I mean we were dating for awhile so that’s pretty intense to me.

4:Talk about the thing you regret most so far. I regret… Nothing really I mean, I have done really bad things in my life, but i don’t regret them

I regret failing like 2 semesters of college lmao and almost dropping out. If i didn’t then I would 1- would have been done earlier and 2- would have already completed a year of grad school but IDK also another is wasting lots of money in 2017-2018

5:Talk about the best birthday you’ve had. The best birthday I’ve had was.. Idk This year was was nice I saw Iggy Azalea in concert, then I celebrated my friends’ birthday then mine and it was just everyone got to get together so ya this year my 18th

For my 21st birthday I went to Portland, Oregon and spent the weekend there and it was pretty and my first time there so it was nice despite what I think about PDX now. I don’t even know what I was doing for my 19 and 20th birthday lol.

6:Talk about the worst birthday you’ve had. My 17th birthday because I was stuck 2 hours away from home with a bunch of nerds doing a band competition

That is still probably my worst birthday. I forget to mention that I was gone literally from like 7am to midnight. They werent a bunch of loser nerds, they were my friends, but I still wish I was just at home lol.

7:Talk about your biggest insecurity. I am skinny, but not fit. If I eat anything I get this like stomach and it makes me so sad. and ever since I got a job I work odd hours and I eat a lot of fast food and I’ve gained 10 pounds in 2 years and I guess i’m insecure about my weight

I am still insecure about my weight, and I probably weight like 5 pounds more than I did when I made this post 5 1/2 years ago.

8:Talk about the thing you are most proud of. We have band banquets for band, and I only went my sophomore and junior year, and seniors give out awards to underclassmen that are just jokes really, and both years 4 different seniors gave me an award for being the biggest gossip in the entire band and I was proud of that lol

Well since then I have graduated both high school and college. I am proud that I finished college !! A BS in Psych. Proud of myself that I got promoted (in 2017) at my job; i’m proud of myself that I have my own apartment, and blah blah basically just doing regular adult shit.

9:Talk about little things on your body that you like the most. I like my nose because of how perfectly fixed it is. I also really like my freckles/moles/dark marks idk what they are exactly, but they’re on my face and they look great

I still feel the same way about this, maybe add my eyebrows- they’re not like clean and nice they’re just expression markers on my face that i love.

10:Talk about the biggest fight you’ve ever had. I got into a fight with my old friend Angelica and that was almost 4 months ago and we used to be best friends and now we never talk.

When Janett didn’t talk to me all summer of 2019 because I told our other friend Angel something

11:Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had. I cant remember one 12:Talk about the worst dream you’ve ever had. I can’t remember one

13:Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time. The closest thing i’ve had to like sex was being locked in a back of an SUV with a stranger drunk as fuck and naked and its embarrassing

Just awkward and nothing to which I expected.

14:Talk about a vacation. When I was 16, the high school band took a trip to Hawaii, and all my friends were in band so it was great. We did a lot of things, we toured Pearl Harbor and even played a few patriotic songs on the USS Miss. and our hotel was on Wakiki beach. I went snorkeling in some beautiful water and shit and idk just walked all around Hawaii having a great time omg we got on stage at the Hard Rock Cafe and sang with German people i miss it

Hm that was fun. But I.. went to NY with my ex and that was pretty cool because I literally love New York, and I went to NOLA two years ago (today actually) and got miserably drunk so that was fun too

15:Talk about the time you were most content in life. Probably just in the middle of junior year when everything and everyone was going with the flow

I feel like 2016 was a very content year because I remember nothing about it.

16:Talk about the best party you’ve ever been to. Idk which one to talk about the one where I had a lot of fun and risked my life or the one where there was a lot of drama stirred up and drank myself to sadness.

I haven’t really been to a party? I have gone out and had good times. Really anytime my friends and I go out I am having a good time

17:Talk about someone you want to be friends with. I am already friends with people I want to be friends with

18:Talk about something that happened in elementary school. I kissed a boy on the back of the head and i told I just fell onto his head

Let me think of another one. Back in like fourth grade my friend was in a wheel chair and his backpack was falling from the back and I was trying to grab it and i was only 3 feet tall i couldnt see over or wasnt paying attention and i crashed him right into the bookshelves at the library.

19:Talk about something that happened in middle school. A girl was mad at me because idk why lol and she pushed me in the hall way and I fucking flew across that hall on the floor and hit the wall she’s pregnant now

When I was in 5th grade (which is considered middle school in my district) I was standing on the play ground and someone threw a stick at my head and it knocked me the fuck out and I was bleeding from my temple.

20:Talk about something that happened in high school. In Jr. Year I was pulling into the parking lot but I was texting and I accidentally put half my car on grass area near the side walk luckily it was 7am and only one person saw me do it lol

One summer going into our senior year we had a party at Michelle’s house. First of all we were very drunk and Coby’s parents were like we are coming over and we cleaned TF UP so fast and sat on the couch and turned on I Know What You Did Last Summer and his parents were like interesting and and left and then we continued to drink anyways- we started playing truth or dare and my friend Angelica was like I dare u to kiss Anthony (someone I had liked prior) and he wouldnt and we started attacking him and calling him homophobic and hitting him with pillows lmao- him and I are still friend-ish

21:Talk about a time you had to turn someone down. I can’t think of something right now.

Literally anyone on grindr.

22:Talk about your worst fear. I’m afraid of having no career and being stuck doing something I hate and living paycheck to paycheck

Yeah, I’m scared of that still but I.. think just like being broke and jobless. RN with the pandemic we aren’t really working and still getting gov’t assistance, so. IDK being a real real adult scares me a lot.

23:Talk about a time someone turned you down. I can’t think of a time :)

One time in like 2016 maybe idk - this dude told me to come over and he lived far like not that far maybe 25 minutes lol far for me anyways I got to his apartment and there was a gate code and i asked him what it was and he didnt answer and it was like 2-3am and nobody was coming in or out and so i was like damn this sucks lmao

24:Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot. Nothing really has meant a lot to me. Everyone tells me the same thing over and over again and its so surface level

I still can’t think of anything but I’m sure the friends I have met since this and my friends Faith, Michelle, Peter, and Alisa have said something supportive that meant a lot to me.

25:Talk about an ex-best friend. Angelica Ramirez. She was my best friend for only 3 years, but together we went through A LOT of shit. We started out senior year just fine, but she lied about a few things and made a lot of us feel like crap in October. I won’t lie, I do miss her. We have too many memories to just forget, too many funny stories and great adventures. She helped me with too much, and sometimes I think about how I cut her out of my life and I mad a bad choice. But only time can heal things and I have moved on and truly found people that won’t make me mad every 30 seconds.

Brianna Pajak, I don’t remember anything about her except she was poor and we stopped being friends because she always wanted to fight and be annoying.

26:Talk about things you do when you’re sick. Lay on bed on my computer and watch TV

I normally just suffer and cry about wishing I was healthy again.

27:Talk about your favorite part of someone else’s body. Their…!!>>>???

I must have nice hands and ur nose must be nice too! so nose and hands. lol

28:Talk about your fetishes. none

yeah I don’t have any lol not that I can think of.

29:Talk about what turns you on. Idk i really like kissing and touching and this is awkward.

30:Talk about what turns you off. bad breath by

that and ugly/rough hands, acne sorry i know it is natural but, shorter than me lol, white people, long hair on guys, and thats about it i think hm i am single yes

31:Talk about what you think death is like. I think its like idk its scary tho

um idk i dont like thinking about death because i literally want to cry when i think about it.

32:Talk about a place you remember from your childhood. I remember being in trees a lot

My step grandma’s a lot because my parents were working and she would watch us. She passed away about a month ago :(

33:Talk about what you do when you are sad. I usually only tell one person and that person is Alisa and I cry sometimes to her and expect her to make things better and she does thank u

I be doing the same thing, I text someone and that person could really be anyone but it happened the other day and I texted Bri and she was very helpful.

34:Talk about the worst physical pain you’ve endured. I have no idea, I’ve never broken pulled strained twisted fractures or anything i have no life

I still haven’t done any of that stuff to my body. I also have burn scars but I did not feel those when it was happening. I would just say i guess my wisdom teeth coming in because I did not get them removed. I have 3 out lol.

35:Talk about things you wish you could stop doing. Pushing potential love interests away

I have had some ‘love interests’ since this post, but it’s been about a year now since and I kind of push away the opportunity of getting close to someone. I also need to stop being a bitch sometimes.

36:Talk about your guilty pleasures. eating

I would say idk eating was a stupid answer.

37:Talk about someone you thought you were in love with. never

I was in love and i didn’t ‘think’ I was in love. I don’t know what you mean by talk about them, they were my partner but we broke up hehe.

38:Talk about songs that remind you of certain people. Fireflies by Owl City reminds me of my 7th grade crush Fancy by Iggy Azalea reminds me of my two friends Michelle and Alisa idk anything else

um Idk. i rly cant think 39:Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier. I wish I would have known that

That it’s okay to tell people you’re struggling lol . That is okay to fail sometimes (school). 40:Talk about the end of something in your life. everything is just about to start

When I ended how to get away with murder I wish I never did I love that show with all my heart.

#personal

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v-t-holmes · 5 years ago

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1D songs rated by how much I want to hear MCR cover them

wmyb - I’m actually lowkey wondering how that would sound tbh, 7/10

gotta be you - if gerard doesn’t have the vocal range for the chorus, I would rather have him not strain himself, 2/10, but if he does, 6/10, I’m intrigued

one thing - I wouldn’t mind a cover of this one, 4/10

more than this - ooh yes, but there’s a 90% chance i’d cry, 7/10

uan - the way this song is, an mcr cover would probably sound lit, 9/10

i wish - and make me cry and drown myself in tears? 3/10

tell me a lie - change screwed up to fucked up and it’s a deal, 6/10

taken - the only reason i don’t start feeling Sad while listening to this song bc I’m so used to it, if mcr covered it i would be Ugly Sobbing, 5/10

i want - okay that would sound lit, 7/10

everything about you - okay this song is kinda boring ngl, mcr could spice things up, 9/10

same mistakes - this one already gives me existential crisis without thinking about an mcr cover, 7/10

save you tonight - I’m indifferent, it would probably sound lit tho 5/10

stole my heart - dunno if it would work as well while being sung by a guy literally the same age as my mom as it does while being sung by a (in the recording) group of boys aged between 17 and 20 - 1/10

stand up - SO PUT YOUR HANDS UP COZ IT’S A STAND UP, basically it’s an armed robbery, 5/10

moments - the subtle hinting at the fact everyone in this song dies,, fun fact that would just instantly kill me, 100000000/10, I would Cry but it would be worth it

another world - I rather would not be taken to ‘another world’ ‘every day’ ‘in every way’ by mcr, thank you very much 0/10

na na na - the cover would be worth it just for the title confusion, so yes, yes please, 10/10

i should have kissed you - the regret in the original’s is not Expressed At All, 7/10, fuck me up mcr

lwwy - i mean it would probably sound good, but lets be real, mcr doesn’t exactly fit the vibe of this song, 4/10, just because it lowkey has danger days vibes (i listened to it three times in a row before, I know what vibes danger days has)

kiss you - i’m torn between the fact that this is targeted at teen girls and sang by barely not underage anymore boys, and the fact the cover would probably sound lit 5/10

little things - it’s,,, too soft for mcr,,, 0/10

c’mon c’mon - eh, I’m indifferent to that one, 5/10

last first kiss - this one gives me an existential crisis and makes me Sad already, 8/10

heart attack - just for the ow! part, and also for the 1D just doesn’t do emotions right in this one, 7/10

rock me - in summer ‘09, they were literal babies, I’m fairly certain 16 year old harry styles did NOT fuck, mcr did shit other than going to school in 2009, and they probably fucked and this song is just one big innuendo, 7/10

change my mind - ah another song that would probably make me cry, 6/10

i would - idk, a song about high school drama? 1/10

over again - stabbing me would be more merciful than an mcr cover, 10/10

back for you - this one hits differently when you hear 1D promising they’ll come back for the fandom, And with the reunion rumours going around, it wouldn’t sound right if mcr did a cover, 2/10

they don’t know about us - unlike the original, it would make me cry, because it remind me of my gf, 3/10, covers of songs that remind me of my gf that would make me cry are illegal

summer love - the 1D version didn’t kill me, but the mcr version definitely would, 5/10

she’s not afraid - I’m actually kinda curious about what the cover would sound like, 8/10

loved you first - another one I kinda want to hear mcr’s cover of, 7/10

nobody compares - this one is either boring or it’s getting late, either way, mcr would spice it up, 7/10

still the one - it’s a bop already, 5/10

truly madly deeply - soft and tender and,,, can mcr do soft and tender? I mean, probably, but their songs that sound soft and tender end up in people in the song dying, 2/10

magic -THERE’S A 99.99999% CHANCE THE MCR COVER WOULD BE LIT, 219833/10

irresistible - mcr’s cover would make me cry and i’d thank them 8/10

bse - despite the title, not the best song ever out there (home is the best), and mcr could definitely improve it, 8/10

soml - the chorus starts, but with more SCREAMING, 8/10, sometimes you just want a soft song to have more yelling

diana - could be good, but really, I’m indifferent to it, 5/10

midnight memories - the fact 1D says 'same old shhh' instead of 'same old shit' is so unsatisfying, mcr would fix that, 10/10

you & i - yeah, just make me cry or whatever, 6/10, I’m already feeling like a trainwreck

don’t forget where you belong - that would be nice but it would also make me cry, 7/10

strong - the intro keeps reminding me one of the mcr songs and idk which one, probably famous last words, and it’s bothering me, 5/10

happily - I have no objections to this one, 9/10

right now - it would probably make me cry too much to handle, 2/10

little black dress - I’m kinda curious about this one honestly, it’s already a lot more rock than some other songs and I wouldn’t mind a cover, 6/10

through the dark - idk why, but I would definitely pay for an mcr version of this song, 10/10

something great - this one already gives me Feelings, I don’t think I could handle the mcr cover, 1/10

little white lies - it’s an okay song but really, I don’t need an mcr cover of it, 0/10

better than words - mcr wouldn’t censor fuck, 5/10

why don’t we go there - i’m actually running out of ideas of how to express what I want to say about this song, but basically, it would sound good but I don’t think it’s on the priority list, 2/10

does he know - i learnt that gerard is the same age as my mom so I legally can’t listen to him sing about sex while addressing the listener like that, 0/10

alive - it would be a headbanger, 10/10

half a heart - and make me cry even more than I cry while listening to the original? 2/10

steal my girl - not really something I’d want or need covered by mcr -10/10

ready to run - this song made me make this post, a clear 10/10

where do broken hearts go - I mean I’d probably cry, but I’d love to hear a cover, 7/10

18 - it makes me feel similar as songs from bullets or three cheers do, but on the other hand, this song already makes me sad and is crying so much I fill the ocean with my tears worth it? 5/10, probably

girl almighty - it would probably sound fun, I wouldn’t mind there being a cover, 5/10

fool’s gold - do you want me to cry? because that’s how to make me cry, no but also please/10

night changes - an existential crisis sounds nice in these trying times (not), 3/10

no control - it would be okay, I guess, 3/10

fireproof - why not, 5/10

spaces - another one presumably about the break up, it just wouldn’t Hit the same if mcr covered it, 2/10

stockholm syndrome - oh, please, that sounds like it would make a lit cover, 8/10

clouds - why tf not, I’d love to hear what mcr would do with it, 9/10, fuck me up

change your ticket - I can’t think about this song without thinking about that one tik tok where 1D members pop up in the girl’s room when their parts start, imagine that with mcr, I would scream (in a not good way), 0/10

illusion - I wouldn’t mind a cover, but really I don’t know what I’d do with it, 1/10

once in a lifetime - this song already makes me cry, I wouldn’t be able to handle an mcr cover, 3/10

act my age - heheh why not, it would make a fun cover, 8/10

hey angel - I wouldn’t mind a cover, so why not, 6/10 (would I cry? you can’t prove anything)

drag me down - I can see it being a good cover now that I think of it, 8/10

perfect - kinda curious how that would sound, 8/10

infinity - only if mcr is willing to pay for and play at my funeral, 8/10

end of the day - I wouldn’t mind an mcr cover if this one, but mostly I’m just indifferent, 5/10

if i could fly - the intro is too similar to cancer, and the original already makes me Cry, i would straight up get dehydrated and die from mcrying, but also, please 9/10

long way down - more mcrying, a whole party, 7/10

never enough - the cover would be probably pretty good, 6/10

olivia - it’s already a fun song to listen to, I wonder what the cower would sound like, 7/10

what a feeling - it has the potential to make me cry, 7/10, also it hits different in these times

love you goodbye - wanna see if they can be as tender as 1D is with this song,, 6/10

i want to write you a song - i don’t dare sending my gf mcr songs with the caption ‘that made me think of you’ in fear of the song having undertones of murder, collective death, nuclear winter or other dying stuff I haven’t noticed yet, this song is too soft, sorry mcr -10/10

history - it would most likely sound good, but it has a sentimental value that mcr just wouldn’t be able to capture, 1/10

temporary fix - HECK YES, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A SONG THAT WOULD SOUND GREAT AS AN MCR COVER, 475475837/10

walking in the wind - I wouldn’t mind a cover, 5/10

wolves - it would be worth it just for the confusion between this song and house of wolves in search results, 10/10, bc i enjoy chaos

am - the original is soft and there’s really barely any instrumental background for most of the song other than acoustic guitar, so I’m wondering what mcr would do with it, 6/10

home - how much do I have to pay to hear mcr cover that one? 1000/10, it’s my fav 1D song

#well this took way longer than i expected #i got hit by the Big Sad the day after ii said i was gonna do it and then more bleh stuff happened #and i was only able to listen to 51 mcr songs that didn't make me sad #mcr #1D #my chemical romance #one direction #so april was a disaster for me #but now I'm back on my bullshit

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rwoan · 5 years ago

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𝒉𝒊 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 ! oh gosh , i am so excited to finally be posting this ? ya girl has been ecstatic about this group for the past few days and just wow , thank you all for being here ! not to be emo , but i really appreciate your interest and excitement , i truly can’t wait to meet and write with you all . briefly , my name is lenny ( 22 , mst , she / her ) and i’ve been freezing my ass off in - 40 temperatures all week #canada . i’m a huge harry potter nerd and will gladly scream with you about ariana grande , harry styles , or the jonas brothers . below the cut is all that you need to know about my dear rowan , one of my favourite muses who i’ve developed so much in the past that what lies below is a novel and a half , so i apologize in advance . i will likely be messaging you all through discord , so keep an eye on your dms ! i’m the biggest h*e for plots , so straight up just throw ‘em all at me — angst , drama , fluff , tension , we love it all ! okay shut up , lenny , no one cares — mwah , love you all already !

❛ ⋆ ․ i totally just saw 𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔 walking down sunset boulevard , looking so much like 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒄𝒉 that i had to do a double take ! the 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 year old has been living in the city of angels for 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 now and has made quite a name for 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 working as a 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 / 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒆𝒓 . i've heard they can be quite 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 & 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 , but at least they're 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 , hey ? they remind me so much of 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒔 , 𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒖𝒏 , 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 ( lenny , 22 , mst , she / her )

* / ♡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

full name : rowan georgina collins

nicknames : row

age / dob : twenty4 / september 1 , 1995

gender : cis female ( she / her )

sexuality : openly bisexual

hometown : calabasas , california

label : the epicure ( a person who takes particular pleasure in fine food and drink )

* / ♡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .

rowan comes from a fairly opulent background : her parents never married — in fact , her father came out as gay when she was young — but both were quite successful on their own independent ventures and raised row in a very happy , yet slightly spoiled , childhood

her mother is a big - time magazine editor and had sole custody of rowan in their lush calabasas home , but rowan has always remained incredibly close with her father , a celebrity chef , and often spent weekends and holidays in his long beach penthouse apartment .

because of her wealthy lifestyle ( and having a chef for a father ) rowan was exposed to fine cuisine at a young age . she had incredibly mature tastebuds — even at the age of like 6 she was munching on calamari and truffle oil . she honestly can’t remember a time she ever turned her nose up at trying something new , her father having instilled a deep curiosity and passion for all foods in her .

there honestly isn’t much else to say about her upbringing , there’s no big sob story or rising climax — rowan is incredibly grateful for the stable , happy , and comfortable life her parents blessed her with . she found going between homes quite exciting and looked forward to the double christmases and birthdays — which is a great symbol of how rowan looks at the world . while some may call it “ rose coloured glasses ” , rowan sees herself as an optimist and prefers to find the silver lining in most situations and considers dwelling on the negatives a waste of time .

alright , continuing on : when she was in her early teens , rowan started a food blog purely out of boredom and a general desire to share her passion for food . she started out by sharing low quality images of her meals and writing littles blurbs — nothing too fancy .

however , fast forward a couple years of ritualistic posting , her father discovered the blog one day and immediately shared it on his own social media ( because of course he had to brag about his little food connoisseur ) and row’s blog blew up from there . by the time she was 18 , rowan was getting paid to visit some nice ass restaurants around los angeles and write reviews on her blog , which was gaining interest with each post she wrote .

high school graduation came and went , and row’s online influence grew bigger and bigger , and continued to grow even as she attended the university of california to major in communications , which she envisioned would only serve to aid her in her online endeavours .

during her college career , rowan started up her youtube channel . it started as a couple videos that she linked in blog posts , prompted by questions from her followers about how she juggled her busy calendar , what her favourite recipes were , and more . her videos opened her up to an entirely new audience , and thus rowan blew up even more . she has since become a popular youtube star , her channel a collection of daily vlogs , cooking videos , restaurant reviews , and more .

my main inspo for rowan’s youtube aesthetic was alisha marie , our queen , with her casual daily vlogs and fun challenge videos , but with a mix of madelaine herself and laurdiy ( i imagine row as the foodie version of lauren ) , and those sort of vlog queens !

rowan graduated uofc with her degree in communications 2 years ago , when she was 21 , and has since been able to fully dedicate herself to her online presence . for the last two years , she’s been mainly focused on consistent posting on both ( although she did get rid of having a set schedule about a year and a half ago in order to ease up her stress ) .

* / ♡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 .

label(s) : the epicure , the icarian , the aesthete , the sybarite

epicure : the whole basis of rowan’s existence is food . like , it’s pretty much the whole basis of everyone’s existence , but rowan is extra in love with food . she’s both incredibly passionate about eating and cooking , although possibly more so about eating — it is her job after all .

icarian : curiosity , adventure , and spontaneity are likely the three words most commonly associated with rowan — aside from food of course .

aesthete : to be a popular food blogger / youtuber / instagrammer you kinda have to have a good aesthetic , but rowan’s is extraordinarily good . the girl is always on the look out for cute backdrops for selfies , decor for her home , and new clothes to fill her wardrobe .

sybarite : materialism is probably row’s biggest downfall . she can’t help but have a deep inner desire to own all things on trend .

traits : materialistic , creative , passionate , self - indulgent , obsessive , honest , expressive , confident , starry - eyed

aesthetics : a camera roll full of food photos , large red waves , hourly instagram stories , iced coffee after a morning run , a red kiss pressed onto a white napkin , golden rings decorating manicured fingers , keyboard clicks at midnight , chilled mimosas paired with laughter .

personality : rowan’s definitely very bubbly and charismatic , but can also come off as quite spoiled , materialistic , and bossy at times . she knows what she wants , how she wants it , and she’ll stop at next to nothing to get it .

she practically radiates bde and oozes confidence .

her friends are literally her everything and she’d likely do anything for them . she’s definitely that Rich Friend™ who will buy your lunch for you , take you shopping for the perfect outfit when you land the interview of a lifetime , and also buy the first ( and most ) of many rounds of shots at the bar .

her home has an open door to anyone she cares about . no point in letting two spare bedrooms sit empty , as she says , and she’ll always welcome you in with open arms when needed .

she’s a party girl , but is also the girl who will be texting the group chat at 9am after a night out asking when brunch is .

above all , she’s incredibly passionate about her work . she is a virgo after all , so she’s very organized , ambitious , and a bit of a perfectionist . she’s never afraid to stay up all night ensuring her latest video is perfect , or will re-read a new blog post at least twenty times to make sure she didn’t miss a thing .

this ambition and perfectionism is both her saving grace and her downfall . it makes for incredibly cohesive , put - together , and strong content , but can also often drive her to the point of insanity of trying to make sure everything is just right .

* / ♡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 .

in order to keep this from becoming a novel ( too late ) , you can find some extra info about rowan by following the links below :

wanted plots .

headcanons .

pinterest .

playlist .

#( 𝒄 . 𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒏 ) / * ooc .#😘#angeles.intro

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raisinbran79 · 6 years ago

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Sweet Bird ( Reddie fanfic) sad angst, I mean what else would I write pffft.

Richie was already sitting on Eddie kasbrak’s small twin bed when the world ended.

Usually when Sonia kaspbrak went out of town it was a happy occasion, but frankly richie felt sick to his stomach seeing eddie tonight. He heard them come in. He heard the soft, stuttering sleepy voice of Bill and the slightly higher pitched voice of eddie kaspbrak. He heard them giggle and he heard the clatter of things being slammed into counters. No matter how much he could deny it in his head. Richie knew his boyfriend was cheating on him. But hell, what else could he have expected? noone in his life stook around long. When he told beverly, his best friend, that his plan was to catch them in the act she told him he was crazy.

“ Who’s the crazy one now beezy?” he whispered the pet name to himself .

Even though Richie didn’t have many friends but still did not fail to be the loudest in the room, and everyone hated him for it. Except beverly. She laughed at his jokes and shared sandwiches with him when his own mother was too drunk to pack a lunch for him.No matter how much the kids made fun of richie or her, they always knew they had each other. The thing about beverly was that she always ignored his quirks, except how he called her beezy. The nickname,, had come from their first cigarette shared at the quarry. They were about 11 and Beverly had sneaked them and a pack of red light matches from the pharmacy counter. They stood around the lip f the quarry trying so hard to get their shaking hands to properly light the but. In Richies memory it took about twenty minutes for the two of them to calm down.

In fact when beverly finally calmed down and sat, she fell right into a bee’s nest right beside the cliff .

Beverly screamed in pain and Richie panicked and lifted her right out the bee’s nest, getting a dozen bee stings himself. He ran them all the way back to where their bikes were parked all the way threw the forest. In his bike basket, Richie had a first aid kit handy because he was always getting scrapes and he nursed her wounds. As Richie placed a blue bandage on her thigh, she planted a kiss on his mess of black hair. Neither of them had ever felt love like that.

From that day on they became each other's person. They were inseparable, Until Richie met eddie and beverly met Ben.

Richie and Beverly had shared drama class with Eddie and ben. They all became fast friends in group projects and soon Eddie and Ben introduced them to Stan, mike and Bill. Stan and Mike had been a couple since seventh grade. The entire Losers club ( which the group dubbed themselves) seemed to be on the spectrum at least half way. Including Eddie which made richie feel very hopeful.

It wasn’t until one night at Mike’s annual losers club barn party that richie had decided he loved eddie and kissed him.That same night ben hanscom made the same decision to love Beezy marsh.The Losers club was shocked but in the end they were their friends and no one questioned the love between the few of them.Eddie and Richie, Ben and Beverly in love and happy.

For a little while.

The relationship between Eddie and Richie was not perfect by any means. But everyone including them knew they fight because they loved each other so much. But recently Richie was worried. Stan was the first one to bring up the fact that eddie and bill were spending a lot of time together. Yet richie had, had his suspicions.

That morning, They were all standing outside the school waiting for Mikes bus to arrive.

“ Eddie are you going to riches tonight?” Stan asked innocently

“ Yea Eddie spaghetti, after a night of passionate love making i thought-”

“ Actually Rich I was going to go study with Bill tonight” Eddie looked down at his shoes, but Richie didn't notice.

“ Of course darlin get yourself some good book learnin” and richie would wrap his arm around eddie and kiss the top of his head. Overgrown puppy alright, that had never changed. But Eddie never kissed first anymore and everyone else pretended not to notice.

One night at the quarry, Richie and Beverly were watching the sunset and chain smoking silently. Richie broke the silence by simply saying

“ I don’t think eddie loves me anymore” Now, Richie was prone to rash comments like these so beverly only smiled

“ and why’s that?”

“ He doesn't look at me like Ben looks at you. He used to but now..” Richie mumbles off pulling in a long, sought after drag.

“ Eddie has always been complicated, and Ben” she smiled at the mention of his name “ I sometimes think he doesn’t love me anymore to, it’s normal for losers like us” Beverly playfully nudges him on his bare shoulders. His face remains solemn.

“ You don’t think him always going over to Bill every night isn't weird?” he asks

Beverly scoots over to him and lays her head on his shoulder and a hand on his thigh. Beverly looks out at the watercolor sunset and smiles. From where they are sitting on the drop off they can see the entire quarry all around them and the sky in its pale pink and orange glory casting shadows on their faces. Of course Beverly thinks it is weird but to say something would be to rile Richie up. Yet this little bug kept telling her to protect him like no one else could. She knew how to love trashmouth tozier, she knew she had to keep him safe.

“ Beverly ” Richie whispers, his voice cracking. Beverly plants a comforting kiss on his bare shoulder.

“ I love you Rich”

“ I love you too, Beezy”

But to Richie this had to be proven once and for all. He had to prove himself wrong or else he would lose his mind, Later that night Richie snuck into eddie's room and waited, just waited.

He knew he was crazy and he would cover the fact he was there with some lie about his parents being assholes. Eddie did not like unexpected company, even from richie.

About twenty minutes later the front door opened. He stood up waiting for the familiar thud up the stairs but instead Richie heard two voices. He heard the giggles, and the passionate egging on , and the slamming and the banging and the moaning Eddie moaned so passionately it stirred richie's insides. HIs mind had gone blank as the tears rolled down his face. His knees buckled and he fell back onto the twin size mattress. A sizable lump was sitting right above his adams apple, suffocating his sobs.

When he heard the front door close at 10:45 and finally heard eddie walk up the stairs he felt his heart speed up and only intense anger build up in his chest.

When eddie opened the door, he only looked up solemnly all anger diffused. Eddie was in shock his sweet face had turned ghostly white and he had started shaking. A soft fuck fell from the edge of his tongue at the sight of Richie’s tear stained face.

He turned and closed the bedroom door cautiously as if Richie were fast asleep . Eddie made sure the lock clicked and pressed his forehead on the weathered oak door, had richie heard anything?

“ Bill, huh” Richie said coldly after a minute . Eddie sighed and turned to face him barely making eye contact.

“ Richie ,I’m sorry” Eddie starts, still standing at the doorway refusing to come any closer .

“You don’t love me, is that it? What did I do wrong?” Richie started to cry involuntarily.

Eddie finally looks at him and shrugs heartlessly

Richie's heart explodes and he starts pacing the room laughing hysterically.

“ I mean everyone knew it right eds, who can fucking love trashmouth tozier!?”

“ Richie” Eddie pleads “ Please it’s just-”

“ It’s just fucking Eds !!, have you caught a speech impediment from bumbling bill?”

‘“ Richie, I just can’t anymore” Eddie croaked out a thin stream of tears .

“ Ok sure, Eds” richie scoffed. Richies mind knew this was a joke. It had to be?

Richie just stared at him bleakley. Richies brain wasn’t processing this, t. “ It’s a joke” he thought “ this is one big joke.”

“ I’m sorry ” Eddie casts away the tears on his face

. How after two years of love, of sacrificing his heart could his eds look at him with pure frozen icicles.

“ Fuck you kaspbrak”

Richie pushed past him and slammed open the door but eddie grappled at his arms. Richie did not know why eddie was trying to hold onto him, eddie knew exactly why

“ Don’t be upset , just go home ok” Eddie pleaded “ this is just me, its not”

“ it’s not you its me” Richie laughed hysterically sending spit into the shorter boy’s face. Eddie let go and immediately started to rub off his spit. Richie booked it out the door, down the stairs and into the dead midnight road.

Eddie did not lock the front door that night, instead he closed the door and cried for a very long time.

When richie tozier climbed his stairs at 2 am with a bottle of amber whiskey in his arms, he finally understood what those sad love songs were about. He understood the pain and suffering of a broken heart. Richie figured this heartbreak was worse than any booze induced hangover. So he drank, and drank and drank…..

His parents were already dead asleep at this time of night so he didn’t have to worry about waking anyone up. He shut himself up in his bedroom, opened his window and dissolved into the bed.

( btw there's more if people want and I would love criticism like I live for it)

#reddie #it 2019 #it #fanfic #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #angst #reddie angst #it 2017 #benverly #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #love #cheating #fiction

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 7 years ago

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NOW 2~G-Dragon Pt.24

Genre:Angst/SMUT

Rated:NSFW

Pairing: GD X Reader

wordcount:6,784

Masterlist

DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book

Jiyong helps me zip, up and I rake my fingers through my hair while he buttons his jeans. “What time is it?” I ask as he slides his shoes back on.

“Two minutes till midnight,” he answers, after looking at the alarm clock on the small desk.

“Oh . . . well, we need to hurry and get downstairs,” I tell him. I’m still beyond intoxicated, but now I’m relaxed and calm, thanks to Jiyong. Drunk or not, I can’t believe what happened with Cgaerin.

“Let’s go.” He takes my hand, and we nearly make it to the staircase before everyone begins chanting.

“Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . .”

Jiyong rolls his eyes.

“Seven . . . six . . .”

“This is stupid,” Jiyong complains.

“Five . . . four . . . three . . .” I begin chanting. “Do it with me,” I say.

He tries not to smile, but is defeated as a huge grin spreads across his face. “Two . . . one . . .” I poke his cheek with my finger.

“Happy New Year!” everyone screams, including me.

“Yay for the New Year,” Jiyong says in a monotone voice, and I laugh as he presses his lips to mine. Part of me was worried that he wouldn’t kiss me here, in front of everyone, but he is now. As my hands travel to his waist he grabs them to stop me. When he pulls away, his emerald eyes are shining. He is so beautiful.

“Aren’t you worn out?” he jokes, and I shake my head.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t coming onto you.” I smile. “I really need to pee.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“Nope. Be right back,” I say, giving him a small kiss before walking to the bathroom. I should have had him come along; this is much more difficult than it is when I’m sober. Tonight has been so fun, even with the Chaerin drama. Jiyong has surprised me by being calm, even with Seungri, and he’s remained in a good mood all night. After I wash my hands, I head back down the hall to find Jiyong.

“Jiyong !” a female voice calls.

I look over and see a familiar face: the girl with the black hair who bumped into me earlier. And she’s walking toward Jiyong. Being the nosy girl that I am, I stay back a few feet.

“I have your phone, you left it in Logan’s room.” She smiles, pulling Jiyong’s phone from her purse.

What? It’s nothing, I’m sure. They were in Logan’s room, which means most likely they were not alone. I trust him.

“Thanks.” He grabs the phone from her, and she begins to walk away. Thank God.

“Hey!” he calls after her.

“Can you do me a favor and maybe not mention to anyone that we were in Logan’s room together?” he asks.

“I never kiss and tell.” She grins and walks off.

The hallway begins to spin. My chest immediately aches, and I quickly head for the stairs. Jiyong notices me rushing by, and I watch as the color drains from his face, knowing he’s been caught.

Jiyong POV

I notice a flicker of gold a few feet away. I look past Jamie and see Y/N, whose eyes are wide and whose bottom lip starts trembling. She goes from deer in headlights to angry girlfriend quickly and takes off down the stairs fast.

What? “Y/N! Wait!” I yell after her. For someone as drunk as she is, she’s really flying down those steps. Why must she always run from me?

“Y/N!” I shout again, pushing people out of my way.

Finally, when I’m only a few feet from her in the entryway, she does something that nearly brings me to my knees. The blond asshole who was checking her out earlier whistles as she rushes by. As she stops in her tracks, her look makes me freeze, too. Grinning, she grabs a handful of the kid’s shirt.

What the fuck is she doing? Is she going to . . .

She answers my thoughts by looking back at me before pressing her lips against his. I blink rapidly in an attempt to make this disappear. This isn’t happening. She wouldn’t do that, not Y/N, no matter how pissed off she is.

The kid, surprised by her sudden show of affection, quickly recovers and wraps his arms around her waist. Her mouth opens, and she moves one hand to his hair, tugging on it. I can’t comprehend what’s actually happening right now.

“Jiyong! Stop!” she screams.

Stop what? When I blink again, I’m on top of the blond, and his lip is busted. I hit him already?

“Please, Jiyong!” she screams again.

I climb off of him in a hurry before everyone crowds around us. “What the fuck?” the kid groans.

I want to kick him in his fucking head, but I’ve been trying to restrain myself. She had to go and fucking do this, mess up everything I’ve been working toward. I head for the door without bothering to see if she’s following me.

“Why did you hit him?” her voice calls from behind me as I reach my car.

“Why do you think, Y/N? Maybe because I just watched you fucking make out with him!” I scream. I almost forgot what it feels like, this adrenaline rush and the familiar sting on my knuckles. I only got one hit in . . . I think, at least . . . so it’s not so bad. But I want more.

She begins to cry. “Why do you care? You kissed that girl! Probably more than kissed! How could you?”

“No! You don’t get to fucking cry, Y/N. You just kissed someone right in front of me!” My hand connects with the hood of my car.

“You did worse! I heard you tell that girl to stay quiet about you two in Logan’s room!”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about—I didn’t fucking kiss anyone!”

“Yes, you did! She said she doesn’t kiss and tell!” she screams, waving her arms around like an idiot. Fuck, she is infuriating.

“It’s a fucking figure of speech, Y/N. She meant she wasn’t going to tell anyone anything that we talked about—or that we were smoking pot!” I shout.

She gasps. “You were smoking pot?”

“No, I wasn’t, actually, but who gives a shit! You just fucking cheated on me!” I tug at my own hair.

“Why did you leave me to hang out with her, then tell her not to say anything? It doesn’t make any—”

“She’s Dan’s sister! I was telling her not to say anything because I was trying to apologize privately for what I did to her. I was going to tell you tomorrow when you weren’t fucking belligerent! We were all in the room, me, her, Logan, and Nate. They were smoking a joint, and when they left I asked her to stay behind because I wanted to try to make shit right with her, for you.” All my anger comes out through my eyes, I’m certain, when I say, “I wouldn’t fucking cheat on you—you should know that!”

And like that, Y/N deflates. She’s speechless. Damn right she is. She’s fucking wrong, and I am fucking mad.

“Well . . .” she begins.

“Well what? You’re wrong, not me. You didn’t give me a chance to explain myself. Instead you acted like a child. An impulsive little child!” I scream, punching the hood again. She jumps from the noise, but I don’t give a shit.

I should just go back inside, find the blond guy, and finish what I started. Punching my car doesn’t give me the same satisfaction.

“I’m not a child! I thought you did something with her!” she shouts back at me through her tears.

“Well, I didn’t! After everything I went through to get you to stay with me, do you think I’d cheat on you with a random chick at a party . . . or hell, with anyone?”

“I didn’t know what to think.” She throws her hands into the air again. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself.

“Well, that’s on you, then. I don’t know what the hell else to do to make you see that I love you.” She kissed someone—she kissed another guy right in front of me. This feels worse than when she left me; at least I could blame myself then.

Her warm breath is creating puffs of smoke in the cold air. “Well, maybe if I wasn’t so used to you keeping secrets, I wouldn’t have been so ready to misunderstand!” she yells.

I look at her. “You’re unbelievable. I honestly cannot even look at you right now.” The image of her kissing him won’t stop playing over and over.

“I’m sorry for kissing him.” She sighs. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

“You’re joking, right? Please tell me that you are, because if that had been me kissing someone else, you probably wouldn’t have spoken to me again! But I forgot that since it’s Princess Y/N, it’s okay! No harm done!” I mock.

She crosses her arms with an indignation she doesn’t deserve. “Princess Y/N? Really, Jiyong?”

“Yeah, really! You cheated on me, right in front of me! I brought you here so you would know how much I care about you. I wanted you to know that I don’t care what anyone thinks about us. I wanted you to have the best night you could have, and then you go and do this shit!”

“ Jiyong . . . I . . .”

“No! I’m not done.” I pull out my keys. “You’re acting as if this is no big deal! This is a huge deal to me. To see another man’s lips on yours . . . is . . . I can’t even explain how sick that makes me.”

“I said—”

I lose it. I know I look wild and scary, but I can’t help it. “Stop interrupting me for once in your goddamn life!” I shout. “You know what . . . it’s fine. You can go back in there and ask your new boyfriend to give you a ride home.” I turn and unlock the car door. “He looks a lot like Hoseok, and you probably miss him.”

“What? What does Hoseok have to do with this? And I clearly do not have a type,” she growls and gestures at me. “Though maybe I should.”

“Fuck this,” I spit and climb into the car, turning it on and leaving her standing out in the cold. When I get to the stop sign, I can’t help but hit the steering wheel over and over.

If she doesn’t call me within an hour, I’ll know she went home with someone else.

Y/N POV

Ten minutes later I’m still standing on the sidewalk. My legs and arms are numb, and I’m shivering. Jiyong will come back any minute, there’s no way he’ll actually leave me here, alone. Drunk and alone.

When I go to call him, I remember that he has my phone. Great.

What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, that’s the problem. We were doing so good, and I didn’t even try to give him the benefit of the doubt. Instead I kissed someone. The memory makes me want to vomit on the sidewalk.

Why hasn’t he come back yet?

I need to go inside. It’s way too cold out here, and I want another drink. My buzz is starting to wear off, and I’m not ready to face reality. When I get inside, I head directly for the kitchen and pour myself a drink. This is why I shouldn’t drink—I have no common sense when I’m drunk. I immediately assumed the worst of him and made a huge mistake.

“Y/N?” Seungri’s voice says from behind me.

“Hey.” I groan and lift my head up from the cool counter and turn to face him.

“Um . . . what are you doing?” He half laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah . . . I’m okay,” I lie.

“Where’s Jiyong ?”

“He left.”

“He left? Without you?”

“Yep.” I take a drink from my cup.

“Why?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” I answer honestly.

“I doubt that.” He smiles.

“No, really, I am this time.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really.” I sigh.

“Okay . . . well, I’ll leave you alone,” he says and begins to walk away. But then he turns back around. “It’s not supposed to be so complicated, you know?”

“What?” I ask him and follow him to sit at a card table in the kitchen.

“Love, relationships, all that. It doesn’t have to be so hard.”

“Doesn’t it, though? Isn’t it always like this?” I have no reference except Noah. We never fought like this, but I don’t know that I loved him. Not like I do Jiyong . I dump my drink down the sink and grab a glass to fill with water.

“I don’t think so. I’ve never seen anyone fight the way you two do.”

“It’s because we’re so different, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I guess you are.” He smiles.

By the time I check the clock again, it’s been an hour since Jiyong left me here. Maybe he isn’t coming back after all. “Would you forgive someone if they kissed someone else?” I finally ask Seungri.

“I guess it depends on the details.”

“What if they did it right in front of you?”

“Hell, no. That’s unforgivable,” he says with a disgusted expression.

“Oh.”

Seungri leans toward me sympathetically. “He did that?”

“No.” I look up at him with wide eyes. “I did.”

“You did?” Seungri is clearly surprised.

“Yeah . . . I told you I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, I hate to say it, but you are.”

“Yep,” I agree.

“How are you getting home?” he asks.

“Well, I keep thinking he’s going to come back to get me, but he’s obviously not going to.” I bite my lip.

“I can take you if you want,” he says. But when I look around uncertainly, he adds, “Or Hyuna and Tristan are probably upstairs . . . you know.”

I look at him quickly. “Actually, can you take me now?” I don’t want to dig myself in any deeper, but I’m beginning to sober up, thank goodness, and I just want to be home to try to talk to Jiyong.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Seungri says, and I down the last of my water before following him outside to his car.

WHEN WE’RE ONLY about ten minutes away from the apartment, I begin panicking over Jiyong’s reaction to Seungri driving me home. I keep trying to force myself to sober up, but it doesn’t work that way. I’m a lot less intoxicated than I was an hour ago, but I’m still drunk.

“Can I use your phone to try to call him?” I ask Seungri.

He removes one hand from the steering wheel to dig into his pocket for his phone. “Here . . . shit, it’s dead,” he says, pressing the button on the top and revealing an empty-battery symbol.

“Thanks anyway.” I shrug. Calling Jiyong from Seungri’s phone probably isn’t the best idea I’ve had. Not as bad as my idea to kiss a random guy in front of Jiyong , but still not a good one.

“What if he isn’t here?” I say.

Seungri looks at me quizzically. “You have a key, don’t you?”

“I didn’t bring mine . . . I didn’t think I would need it.”

“Oh . . . well . . . I’m sure he’ll be here,” Seungri says, but he sounds nervous.

Jiyong would literally murder him if he found me at Seungri’s place. When we do arrive at the apartment, Seungri parks and I scan the parking lot for Jiyong’s car. And it’s parked in his usual spot, thank God. I have no idea what I would have done if he weren’t here.

Seungri insists on walking me up. As much as I think that will not end well, I don’t know if I’m capable of getting myself up to the apartment alone in my intoxicated state.

Damn Jiyong for leaving me at that party. Damn me for being an impulsive idiot. Damn Seungri for being so sweet and fearless when he shouldn’t be. Damn Gangnam for being so damn cold.

When we reach the elevator, my head begins to pound along with my heart. I need to go over what I’m going to say to Jiyong. He’ll be so mad at me, and I need to think of a good way to apologize without using sex. I’m not used to being the one to apologize for anything, because he’s always the one who messes up. Being on this side of things doesn’t feel good at all. It feels terrible.

We walk down the hallway, and I can’t help but feel as if we’re preparing to walk the plank. I just don’t know whether it will be Seungri or myself that drops down into the water.

I knock, and Seungri stands a few feet behind me as we wait for the door to open. This was a terrible idea, I should’ve just stayed at the party. I knock again, this time louder. What if he doesn’t answer?

What if he took my car and isn’t even here? I didn’t think of that.

“If he doesn’t answer, can I go to your place?” I try to hold my tears back.

I don’t want to stay at Seungri’s and make Jiyong even more upset with me, but I can’t really think of another option.

What if he doesn’t forgive me? I can’t be without him. Seungri’s hand touches my back, and he rubs up and down to soothe me. I cannot cry, I need to be calm when he answers . . . if he answers.

“Of course you can,” Seungri finally replies.

“ Jiyong ! Please open up,” I quietly beg and rest my forehead against the door. I don’t want to yell and cause a scene at nearly two in the morning; our neighbors probably have issues with us yelling enough already.

“I guess he’s not going to answer.” I sigh and lean up against the wall for a minute. Then, finally, as we turn to walk away, the door clicks open.

“Well . . . look who decided to show up,” Jiyong says as he stands in the doorway and eyes us. Something about his tone sends chills down my spine. When I turn to face him, his eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are pink. “ Seungri! Pal! It’s so nice to see you,” he slurs. He’s drunk.

My thoughts suddenly clear. “ Jiyong . . . have you been drinking?”

He looks at me imperiously, clearly unsteady. “What’s it to you? You have a new boyfriend.”

“ Jiyong. . .” I don’t know what to say to him. He’s obviously wasted. The last time I saw him this drunk was the night Taeyang called me to come to Ken’s house. With his father’s history of drinking, and the way Trish was so fearful that Jiyong had began to drink again, my heart sinks.

“Thank you for bringing me home, I think you should go now,” I politely say to Seungri. Jiyong is too drunk to be around Seungri.

“Noooo-ho-ho . . .” Jiyong exhales. “Come on in! Let’s have a drink together!” He grabs Seungri’s arm and pulls him through the doorway.

I follow them in, protesting, “No, this is not a good idea. You’re drunk.”

“It’s fine,” Seungri tells me, waving me off. It’s almost like he has a death wish.

Jiyong stumbles over to the coffee table, grabs the bottle of dark liquor standing on it, and pours the liquid into a glass. “Yeah, Y/N. Chill the fuck out.” I want to yell at him for speaking to me that way, but I can’t find my voice. “Here you go—I’ll get another one. One for you, too, Y/N,” Jiyong mumbles and walks into the kitchen.

Seungri sits in the chair, and I take a seat on the couch. “I’m not leaving you here alone with him. Look how drunk he is,” he whispers. “I thought he didn’t drink?”

“He doesn’t . . . not like this. This is my fault.” I put my head in my hands. I hate that Jiyong is drunk because of what I did. I wanted us to have a civil conversation so I could apologize for everything.

“No, it’s not,” Seungri assures me.

“This one’s . . . for you,” Jiyong says loudly as he bursts back into the room and hands me a glass half full of liquor.

“I don’t want any more. I drank enough tonight.” I take the glass from his hands and set it on the table.

“Suit yourself, more for me.” He smiles at me something evil, not the same as the smile I’ve grown to adore. I’m honestly a little frightened. I know Jiyong would never hurt me physically, but I don’t like this side of him. I would rather him be screaming at me or punching a wall than sitting here drunk off his ass and being so calm. Too calm.

Seungri gives a little “cheers” and brings his drink to his lips.

“This is just like old times, isn’t it? You know, back before you wanted to fuck my girl,” Jiyong says, and Seungri spits his drink back into the glass.

“It’s not like that. You left her there, and I just brought her home,” Seungri says in a threatening tone.

Jiyong waves his own drink in the air. “I’m not just talking about tonight, and you know it. Though I am pretty annoyed by you taking it upon yourself to bring her home. She’s a big girl, she can fend for herself.”

“She shouldn’t have to fend for herself,” Seungri fires back.

Jiyong slams his glass onto the table, and I jump. “That’s not up to you! You wish it was, though, don’t you?”

I feel like I’m in the middle of a gunfight, and I want to move, but my body won’t allow it. I watch in horror as my Mr. Darcy begins to transform into Tom Buchanan . . .

“No,” Seungri responds.

Jiyong sits down next to me but keeps his glassy eyes focused on Seungri. I look down at the bottle, which is at least a fourth gone. I pray that Jiyong has not consumed all of it tonight, within the last hour and a half.

“Yeah, it is. I’m not stupid. You want her; Chaerin told me everything you said before.”

“Leave it alone, Jiyong ,” Seungri growls, only egging Jiyong on. “Your first problem is talking to Chaerin.”

“ ‘Oh, Y/N is so beautiful, Y/N is so sweet! Y/N is too good for Jiyong ! Y/N should be with me!’ ” Jiyong mocks.

What?

Seungri avoids looking at me. “Shut the fuck up, Jiyong.”

“Hear that, babe? Seungri thought he could actually have you.” Jiyong laughs.

“Stop it, Jiyong,” I say and get up from the couch.

Seungri looks humiliated. I shouldn’t have asked him to drive me home. Did he really say those things about me? I had assumed the way he acted toward me had to do with shame over the bet, but now I’m not so sure.

“Look at her, I bet you’re thinking about it right now . . . aren’t you?” Jiyong taunts him. Seungri glares at Jiyong and sets his drink on the table. “You will never have her, kid, so give it up. No one will have her except me, I’m the only one who will ever fuck her. The only one who will know how good it feels to have her—”

“Stop it!” I yell. “What the hell is wrong with you!”

“Nothing, I’m just telling him how it is,” Jiyong answers.

“You’re being cruel,” I tell him. “And disrespectful to me!” I turn to Seungri . “I really think you should go.” Seungri looks at Jiyong, then back to me. “I’m fine,” I assure him.

I don’t know what will happen, but I know it won’t be as bad as what will occur if he stays. “Please,” I beg.

Finally Seungri nods. “Fine, I’ll go. He needs to get his shit together. Both of you do.”

“You heard her, get the fuck out. Don’t be too sad, though, she doesn’t want me either.” Jiyong takes another drink. “She likes those clean-cut pretty boys.”

My heart sinks even lower, and I know I’m in for a long night. I don’t know if I should be afraid, but I’m not. Well . . . a little, but I’m not leaving.

“Out,” Jiyong repeats, pointing, and Seungri heads for the door.

Once Seungri is no longer in the apartment, Jiyong locks the door and turns to face me. “You’re lucky I didn’t beat his ass for bringing you here. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I agree. Arguing with him doesn’t seem like a good idea.

“Why did you even come here?”

“I live here.”

“Not for long.” He pours more alcohol.

“What?” The air leaves my lungs. “You’re going to kick me out?”

When the glass is full, he cocks one eye at me. “No, you’ll leave on your own eventually.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Maybe your new lover has room at his place. The two of you looked really nice together.” The hateful way he’s speaking to me takes me back to the beginning of our relationship, and I don’t like it.

“ Jiyong , please stop saying those things. I don’t even know him. And I’m incredibly sorry for what I did.”

“I will say what I want, just the way you do whatever the fuck you want.”

“I made a mistake, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me so cruelly and drink like this. I was so drunk, and I really thought something happened with you and that girl, I didn’t know what to think. I’m so sorry, I’d never hurt you purposely.” I say it all as fast as I can, with as much emphasis as possible, but he isn’t listening.

“You are still talking?” he snaps.

I sigh and chew on my cheek. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I’m going to go to bed and we can talk when you aren’t so drunk.”

He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even look at me, so I take off my shoes and walk into the bedroom. As soon as I go to close the door, I hear glass shatter. When I rush into the living room, the wall is wet and glass litters the floor. I watch helplessly as he grabs the other two glasses and slams them against the wall. He takes one last swig from the bottle and then uses all of his strength to shatter it against the wall.

He grabs the lamp off the table, causing the cord to rip out of the wall before smashing it on the floor. Then he grabs a vase and breaks it against the brick. Why is his first instinct to break everything in sight?

“Stop it!” I scream. “ Jiyong , you’re going to break all of our stuff! Please stop it!”

“This is your fault, Y/N! You fucking caused this!” he shouts back and grabs another vase. I scurry into the living room and snatch the object from his hand before he can break it.

“I know it is! Please just talk to me,” I beg. I can’t hold my tears back any longer. “Please, Jiyong.”

“You fucked up, Y/N, so badly!” His fist slams against the wall.

I knew this was coming, and honestly, I’m surprised it took this long. I’m thankful he chose the drywall to hit—the brick surely would have damaged his hand much worse.

“Just leave me alone, dammit! Go away!” He paces back and forth before slamming both palms against the wall.

“I love you,” I blurt. I need to try to calm him, but he’s just so drunk and intimidating.

“Well, you don’t act like it! You kissed another fucking guy! Then you bring Seungri to my fucking house!”

My heart lurches at the mention of Seungri’s name. Jiyong humiliated him. “I know . . . I’m sorry.” I fight the urge to call him out for being a hypocrite. Yes, I know what I did was wrong, so wrong—but I have forgiven him for hurting me repeatedly.

“You know how fucking crazy, how absolutely fucking mad it makes me to see you with anyone else, and you go and do this shit!” The veins in his neck are turning a deep purple, and he’s beginning to resemble a monster.

“I said I’m sorry, Jiyong.” I speak as softly and slowly as I can manage. “What more can I say? I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

He tugs at his hair. “Sorry doesn’t erase the image from my mind. It’s all I can see.”

I walk toward him and stand directly in front of him. He reeks of whiskey. “Then look at me, look at me.” I put my hands on his face, directing his gaze.

“You kissed him, you kissed someone else.” His voice is much lower than it was seconds ago.

“I know I did, and I’m so sorry, Jiyong . I wasn’t thinking. You know how irrational I can be.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

“I know, baby, I know.” I’m hoping those words will soften him.

“It hurts,” he says, though his bloodshot eyes have lost their edge. “I knew better than to have a girlfriend, not that I ever wanted one, but this is what happens when people date . . . or get married. This type of shit is why I need to be alone. I don’t want to go through this.” He pulls away from me.

My chest aches because he sounds like a child, a lonely, sad child. I can’t help but picture Jiyong as a child, hiding away as his parents fight over his father’s alcohol abuse. “ Jiyong, please forgive me. It won’t happen again, I will never do anything like this again.”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N, one of us will. That’s what people do when they love each other. They hurt each other, then break up or get divorced. I don’t want that for us, for you.”

I step closer to him. “That won’t happen with us. We’re different.”

He shakes his head lightly. “It happens with everyone; look at our parents.”

“Our parents just married the wrong people, that’s all. Look at Karen and your dad.” I’m relieved that he’s being much calmer now.

“They’ll get divorced, too.”

“No, Jiyong. I don’t think they will.”

“I do. Marriage is such a fucked-up concept: ‘Hey, I sort of like you, so let’s move in together and sign some paperwork promising to never leave each other, even though we won’t stick to it anyway.’ Why would anyone do that willingly? Why would you want to be tied down to one person forever?”

I’m not mentally prepared to process what he’s just said to me. He doesn’t see a future with me? He’s only saying this because he’s drunk. Right?

“Do you really want me to go? Is that what you want, to end this now?” I ask, looking straight into his eyes. He doesn’t answer me. “ Jiyong?”

“No . . . fuck . . . no, Y/N. I love you. I love you so fucking much, but you . . . what you did was so wrong. You took every single fear that I have and brought them to life in one action.” His eyes begin to water, and my chest begins to cave in.

“I know I did, I feel terrible for hurting you.”

He looks around the room, and I can see in his eyes that everything we’ve built here was him trying to prove himself to me. “You should be with someone like Noah,” he says.

“I don’t want to be with anyone except you.” I wipe my eyes.

“I’m afraid you will.”

“Afraid I’ll what? Leave you for Noah?”

“Not him exactly, but someone like him.”

“I won’t. Jiyong, I love you. No one else, I love you. I love everything about you, please stop doubting yourself.” It hurts me to think that he feels this way.

“Can you honestly tell me that you didn’t start seeing me to piss off your mum?”

“What?” I say, but he just watches me and waits for an answer. “No, of course not. My mother has nothing to do with us. I fell in love with you because . . . well, because I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t help it. I tried not to because of what my mother would think, but I never had a choice. I’ve always loved you, whether I wanted to or not.”

“Sure.”

“What can I do to make you see that?” After everything I’ve been through for him, how could he think me being with him is a way to rebel against my mother?

“Not kiss other guys, perhaps.”

“I know you’re insecure, but you should know that I love you. I have fought for you from day one, with my mother, Noah, everyone.”

But something I’ve said strikes him wrong. “ ‘Insecure’? I’m not insecure. But I’m also not going to sit around and be played for a fucking fool.”

With his sudden turn back to anger, I’m starting to get angry myself. “You are worried about ‘being played’?” I know what I did was wrong, but he has done much worse to me. He really did treat me like a fool—and I forgave him.

“Don’t start that shit with me,” he growls.

“We’ve come such a long way, we’ve been through so much, Jiyong. Don’t let one mistake take that from us.” I never thought I’d be the one begging for forgiveness.

“You did it, not me.”

“Stop being so cold to me. You’ve done a lot of things to me, too,” I snap.

Anger returns to his face, and he storms away from me, yelling over his shoulder, “You know what? I’ve done a lot of things, but you kissed someone right in front of me!”

“Oh, you mean like the night you had Chaerin on your lap and kissed her in front of me?”

He spins around quickly. “We weren’t together then.”

“Maybe not to you, but I thought we were.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter, Y/N.”

“So you’re saying that you aren’t going to let this go, then?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying, but you are getting on my nerves.”

“I think you should go to bed,” I suggest. Despite the glimpses of understanding that have appeared in the last few minutes, it’s clear that he has his mind set on being cruel.

“I think you shouldn’t tell me what to do.”

“I know you’re angry and hurt, but you can’t talk to me that way. It’s not right and I won’t put up with it. Drunk or not.”

“I am not hurt.” He glares at me. Jiyong and his pride.

“You just said you were.”

“No, I didn’t, don’t tell me what I said.”

“Okay, okay.” I throw my hands up, giving in. I’m exhausted, and I don’t want to pull the pin on the grenade that is Jiyong. He walks over to the key rack and takes his key chain off while he stumbles to grab his boots. “What are you doing?” I rush over to him.

“Leaving, what does it look like?”

“You aren’t leaving. You have been drinking. A lot.” I reach for his keys, but he slips them into his pocket.

“I don’t give a shit, I need more to drink.”

“No! You don’t. You had enough—and you broke the bottle.” I try to reach for his pocket, but he grabs ahold of my wrist like he has done countless times.

This time is different because he’s so angry, and for a second I begin to worry. “Let go,” I challenge him.

“Don’t try to stop me from leaving and I’ll let go.” He doesn’t let up, and I try to appear unaffected.

“ Jiyong . . . you’re going to hurt me.”

His eyes meet mine, and he lets go quickly. When he raises a hand, I flinch and slink back away from him, but he’s only running it through his hair, I see.

His eyes flash with panic. “You thought I was going to hit you?” he nearly whispers, and I back away farther.

“I . . . I don’t know, you’re so angry, and you’re scaring me.” I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but this is the easiest way to get him back to reality.

“You should know I wouldn’t hurt you. No matter how drunk I am, I wouldn’t fucking touch you.” He glares at me.

“For someone who hates your father so much, you sure as hell don’t have a problem acting like him,” I spit.

“Fuck you—I’m nothing like him!” he shouts.

“Yes, you are! You’re drunk, you left me at that party, and you broke half our decorations in the living room—including my favorite lamp! You are acting like him . . . the old him.”

“Yeah, well, you’re acting like your mum. A spoiled snobby little—” he sneers and I gasp.

“Who are you?” I ask and shake my head. I walk away, not wanting to hear any more from him, and I know if we continue to argue while he’s this drunk, it will not end well. He’s taken his disrespect to a whole new level.

“Y/N . . . I’m . . .” he begins.

“Don’t.” I turn and spit before continuing to the bedroom. I can take his rude comments, I can take him yelling at me—because, hell, I dish it out right back to him—but we both need distance before one of us says something even worse.

“I didn’t mean that,” he says and follows me.

I close the bedroom door and lock it behind me. I slide my back down its smooth surface until I’m sitting on the floor, my knees pulled up to my chest. Maybe we can’t make this work. Maybe he’s too angry and I’m too irrational. I push him too far and he does the same to me.

No, that isn’t true. We are good for each other because we push each other. Despite all the fights and tension between us, there’s passion. So much passion that it nearly drowns me, pulling me under. And he’s the only light, the only one to save me regardless of whether he’s the one dooming me.

Jiyong taps the wood softly. “Y/N, open the door.”

“Just go to sleep, please,” I cry.

“Dammit, Y/N! Open this door now. I’m sorry, okay?” he shouts and begins to pound at the door.

Praying that he won’t bust through the door, I force myself up off the floor and pad over to the dresser to dig through my bottom drawer. When I see the white of the paper, relief washes over me, and I go into the closet and close myself in there. As I begin reading Jiyong’s note to me, the pounding at the door is drowned out to the point of no longer existing. The ache in my chest dissolves along with my headache. Nothing exists except this letter, these perfect words from my imperfect Jiyong.

I read it over and over until my tears stop along with the noise from the hall. I desperately hope that he didn’t leave, but I’m not going out there to find out. My heart and my eyes are too heavy. I need to lie down.

Taking the letter with me, I drag my body to the bed, still wearing my dress. Eventually sleep comes to me, and I am free to dream of the Jiyong that scribbled these words on a sheet of paper in a hotel room.

WHEN I WAKE UP in the middle of the night, I fold the letter up and place it back in my bottom drawer before opening the bedroom door. Jiyong is asleep in the hallway, curled up in a ball on the concrete floor. Figuring I shouldn’t wake him, I leave him alone to sleep off his intoxication, and go back to sleep.

a/n well what a drama

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tidalwcves · 6 years ago

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THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT

featuring blue & @thelibbyparker

blue

For something labelled a dance, Blue had not done much dancing. He was either too busy being coddled by dear acquaintances, amassing any sort of liquid he could, or trying to converse with the decorative skeletons all around the hall. Most people believed Blue was just drunk because that's who he was ( the happy-go-lucky party guy ), but tonight was a little different. He was sad. He was sad about a girl he had liked... that had left him. And there was not a single soul he could talk about it with. Having hit a record low that night, Blue was stationed on one of the seats encompassing the hall and looked introspectively into the middle, his gaze untethered to anything before him. That's when a figure approached him, and Blue looked up to where they stood. "Please don't ask me to dance... I just... I can't. Not tonight. I can offer you a crisp rap, though."

libby

Libby was frantic. She was caught somewhere between throwing caution to the wind and allowing herself to be outed and half neurotically concocting people's reaction to said secret. She felt absolutely ridiculous, standing there at a party she very much did not want to be at, nursing a drink that she very much did not want to be drinking, contemplating her very limited options. Eventually, she decided, it would be more beneficial to comply with the anonymous demon currently dictating her life, but who was she meant to execute this mission with? A good chunk of the student body had been carved out by Catalina's trophies which were meant to be left alone, and the other portion were just general weirdos whom Libby was afraid of contracting both mono and social suicide from. As she scanned the room for someone, anyone, up for the task, she found Blue. Blue, who was inebriated enough to not remember this later on, and someone with a reputation for well... Welcoming the general things that came with parties, she assumed this also meant the occasional bout of tonsil hockey. With her best attempt at a genuine smile, she approached the boy, who was apparently quite unwilling to dance. "A crisp rap? Gosh, it's like you read my mind. A crisp rap is precisely why I've decided to commission your talents," she responded, her words light but sarcastic. "No, I just came over because you look pretty fucking miserable, and I figured you could use some company."

blue

Libby was saying a lot of words, many of which Blue didn't understand because he was 1) drunk, and 2) a moron. He looked blankly at the girl kitted out like a cartoon heroine, and cocked his head to the side. He took off his mask, as the heat radiating over his face made it difficult to both communicate and understand others. He pursed his lips at the other, and mockingly pretended to stab his heart at the rejection of the rap. "Excuse me, my raps are fucking legendary." Pausing, Blue couldn't help but scrunch up his features at the mention of his current emotional state. He had no intentions in talking about it, but looking at Libby and knowing that she was the only person in the world who he could possibly talk about things with... he took another swig of his drink. "Not to dampen the mood of what should be a pretty banging party.... I'm just thinking about Meredith. Please use your stage left to exit if you wanna return back to the fun," Blue chuckled, however smiling pensively at the girl before him.

libby

Libby nodded sympathetically, back now leaning against the wall as she forced another gulp of whatever toxicity was laced within in her cup. She had been aware that Meredith had essentially vanished. One day, she was there and the next her dorm space was left vacant with not a hint of the girl ever being there. It was wordless, and sudden. To her, losing a friend, a true one, sucked. She couldn't imagine the enormity of losing someone she'd loved like that. Just the thought of it made a knot form in her stomach, and tighten. She tried to drink it away. "Believe me, the party is pretty dry if you're not intimately involved in the drama, and as you know I try to keep as far away from it as possible," she told him honestly, a small grin on her face. "But no, really. Feel free to vent, I know you don't have access to a lot of outlets given how... Under wraps things were between you guys. I'm sorry she left. Really, I am. But if it's any solace, I think she loved you immensely, but circumstances wouldn't allow her to stay."(edited)

blue

Blue had taken a vow with himself when he first moved to Montpelier that he would not let his emotions cloud his judgement, or express them freely to be used against him. He saw it as a sort of weakness, and especially now that he had what he believed a warranted reason to feel such a way, he didn't know how he could break the promise he made to himself back all those years ago. But looking at Libby, the kind eyes and the comforting breath of someone who seemed to know what it was like to lose someone, it gave Blue pause. At the mention of love, his heart almost calcified then and there. "I never told her how I felt about her," Blue said flatly, avoiding Libby's gaze and staring straight ahead. "We weren't.... we weren't like that. For her I guess it was just exciting. Fun. For me.... it was fucking terrifying." He couldn't help but laugh at himself, and smile softly to the girl who was willing to listen. "She was incredible, Mer was. And I can't say I loved her. But... I feel like, if we'd gotten more time, I.... I could have." Blue took another stiff drink, the seconds sliding away as the memory of them faded. There was no way he'd remember tomorrow. And if he did, he'd have to convince himself it was real. There's no other way he could convince himself he was talking about Meredith, of all people. Of his emotions either. Blue frowned. "Now I just feel... what if she was my shot ? My chance ? What if there's no other Meredith that would take a chance on a guy like me ?"

libby

Libby was wholeheartedly surprised at the response she had received. She couldn't decipher if it was the liquid courage that Blue had been filling himself with, or rather the overall heartbreak that seemed to temporary decimate him. Whatever it was, Libby was astonished at how freely he was now speaking about a secret he was harboring, even more so, about his inner emotions. She couldn't picture Blue as the transparent sort of guy who cried over a pint of ice cream in the arms of his roommates, explicitly spilling the contents of his heart in order to alleviate the pain that stirred within him. But there he was, forming some kind of a weird secret bond of understanding with her. Libby was now overcome with guilt and regret for what she'd soon do, use his weakness and vulnerability to save her skin. But she hoped that she could later explain that whatever was said, was true. And even without being pitted to perform this public kiss, she'd still want to offer him comfort and place of transparency. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I thought maybe you'd managed to tell her at some point, but even without you telling her, I'm sure she knew. Girls always do, weirdly enough," she admitted quietly, looking into her cup which was approaching the empty side. She allowed him to speak, feeling fully apologetic for the unfortunate situation that had befallen him. At his last words she picked up her head and frowned at him, "Don't be stupid. I think that there are plenty of people out there who would be happy to take you on. People don't just experience love once. Some people do, but most of us, get a bunch of chances, and a bunch of different kind of loves. No matter how long or short, they each teach us something. But don't think that you're destined for loneliness forever, now. Believe me, you're gonna be fine. It sucks now, but you'll be okay. And there are tons of girls at this snobby school alone, more than willing to give you a chance."

blue

Blue was a stranger to many people, an acquaintance to more, and arguably a friend to everyone. But his knowledge of the people he spent his time with began and ended it’s what they offered of themselves. By this metric, Libby had surpassed perhaps most of all the people he knew in a matter of minutes. Her certainly wouldn’t be as candid had he been sober, nor had he be nursing the shattered pieces of a broken heart. Even if he was on speaking terms with his closest friends this conversation wouldn’t have happened. But perhaps there was a reason and a purpose. Maybe the wisdom Libby was imparting upon him was something he needs to treasure, and keep in mind for the future. “How are you so smart, Libby? I don’t think they teach this shit in books.” Unable to comprehend an answer that could at all do justice to Libby’s words, he merely smiled at her. And the very gesture conveyed the one unarguable fact that she, despite all the odds, had made him feel better. Even for a second. “I’m sorry for... for talking. Not that my advice is any good, but... if I can do anything, let me know. And thank you.” Blue looked around to the party, as more energetic music started to fill the hall. He turned back to Libby, his expression pensive. “Maybe we should lighten the mood. Did you want another drink or something?”

libby

She watched as he grew considerably lighter with her words of complete honesty. Libby was glad she was able to inject him with something similiar to reassurance, and at least temporarily bring him to good cheer again. She figured that he was somebody who deserved this kind of kindness given his particularly somber situations, regarding both his secret being exposed and girlfriend falling off the map. "I read a lot of books, it's were I cultivate all these wise words. That, and I model a lot of my philosophy off shit I think Yoda would tell me," she told him with a cheeky grin in response to his kind smile. Another tinge of guilt poke at her, and she took her last swing of her now gone drink to nullify this sensation. "I promise, if I am going through a romantic crisis, I will vent to you so you can offer me your perspective," she assured, knowing full well the possibility of that were pretty slim, nonetheless, she did mean what she said. "A drink, yeah. I think that's rather fitting for the situation," Libby decided, knowing she'd need to be drunk enough for this. Both for Troy, and to feel less bad about taking advantage of someone who clearly had a good heart. "You'd think they'd sneak in something stronger than something to spike the fucking punch," she mumbled, as she reached for his arm to tug him along to the snack and "juice" table. "Didn't one of your brilliant roommates think to get creative?" she teased, lightly elbowing his side.

blue

Blue was almost completely lost at the phrase “philosophy”, but he managed a good and hearty chuckle at the Yoda reference. It was almost as if he was seeing Libby for the first time, and that they had a surprising amount in common. “I’m a great wingman and... advice person. You can always ask away.” At the mention of refreshments at the table, Blue presses a finger to his lip in a “hushing” motion as he pulled a flask from his utility belt on his costume. “My roommates, they’re great. But I come prepared.” He looked around to make sure no one was watching, as he poured a little bit of vodka into both his and Libby’s drink. Blue gave the other a genuine smile, the roar of euphoria filling the room as other kids also had become contented with their merriment. He raised his glass. “Cheers, Lib. To a good night, and a good friend.”

libby

Libby grinned, thankful for the vodka he was pouring into her plastic cup. Perhaps it would make her less nervous about this whole plan. But right after Blue's genuinely sweet cheers, she felt herself sigh heavily. She couldn't do this. She couldn't purposely use him like this... She had to at least, ask for his help. Her expression melted into something full of concern and she cleared her throat, "Okay, so I might need to take you up on your favor offer ASAP. And feel free to say no, I just couldn't... Do it without consent, or full disclosure I guess. But I need to um, make a guy I've been seeing take me seriously," she lied, her words stumbling over each other. "And Cat suggested, kissing a guy in front of him, to sort of send him a message. I know, very high school. But I'd like to at least try, y'know? So would you be opposed to a theatrical make out with an audience? Once again, feel free to shut me down and call me a dick," she offered, a nervous chuckle bubbling out of her throat, as she hoped for the very best.

blue

Swirling the drink around his cup, the numbness that had made his mind a blur seemed to put him at ease. A security blanket of ill-fitting memories and a night he wouldn't remember. But even throughout the phase, he could tell something was off with Libby. All night it seemed she'd been teetered on the edge of a tightrope, but it was almost as if the very rope had been wound so tight it was now starting to fray. Perhaps if Blue was in any other capacity, he would have picked it up. But not tonight. Tonight, he just assumed it was an innate anxiety surrounding large parties. Blue cocked an eyebrow, intrigued by the narrative Libby was weaving. Without hearing her out, Blue agreed to help out immediately. "Aw, there's someone you're intro ? Congrats. And I'm more than happy to hel-" Blue cut himself off, as he realised what Libby was saying. He felt his heart stutter in his chest. "You, uh, you wanna make a guy jealous ? Where is he ?" Blue started to scan the crowd, firstly looking to see whether he was in eyesight, but also to verify whether he knew him. "Lib, I'm more than happy to help. But, I just... if you really like the guy, should you really be trying to make him jealous ? I mean, I don't mind kissing you. If that's what it takes to be a good friend, I'll do it. But I just don't want you to regret it." Leave it to Blue to rationalise behaviour in the midst of his bender.

libby

Libby tried to steady her thoughts which were now swirling around her brain, causing panic to arise within her. However, she felt herself calm considerably at Blue's willingness. She felt relief wash over her, and her let out an unintended sigh of relief, placing a hand on his arm. "Christ, you're a fucking lifesaver. I know it sounds so high school-y and stupid, but I am in high school, and I am stupid," she joked, lightly, glancing into the dark crowd for a face she could use as her excuse. She couldn't conjure up one person she liked, in fact, they all seemed like terrible choices. Her heart was still placed on someone else, someone who had also left her. "Don't be silly, I won't regret it! And even if I do, it'll be my own fault, y'know?" she placated with a small smile. "But really, you're the best for this. Thank you, so much," she sighed out, her nervous laughter returning. She couldn't remember the last time she'd kissed someone, and was fuzzy on the details. Particularly, the first move details. But anxiously, she placed her hands at his chest, and leaned up to close the gap between their mouths, and finally kiss him. All she could focus on was the sheer strangeness of the event and his particularly nice smelling cologne he had spritzed. Even still, she tried to push that out of her mind to enjoy a good ol' fashioned make out.

blue

Blue had kissed a few people in his time, and he wasn’t particularly nervous about what was about to happen. He wish the inverse were true, as it seemed Libby looks some sort of petrified at the prospect. He was a good kisser dammit, she had nothing to be concerned about. He looked to her earnestly as she mumbled about why she was doing this, and to play into his role, Blue looked over her shoulder as he took a step closer, gently dancing one hand intimately across her cheek. “You’re not stupid, Lib. Really, you’re not. If anyone is stupid here, it’s me. I thought actual eggs grew on eggplants until I was 12.” Pausing, Blue realised this was not the mood that he was going for. He didn’t quite understand Libby’s motivations, as it seemed quite unlike her to string a guy along to male him jealous. But the shrill urgency in her eyes told Blue that this needed to happen, and so he was willing to do so. For a friend. “If this is what you want, then okay...” Blue murmured quietly, as he held one hand at the base of her spine to move her in closer to him. “Don’t be... nervous, okay ? I’m gonna make this damn convincing for you,” he laughed, before smiling honestly at Lib. “Okay, here we go.” With that, Blue leaned forwards and pressed his lips against hers. He couldn’t help but feel weird as he realised he was making out with his ex-girlfriend’s friend. But his own discomfort was something he’d undoubtedly remember, and Libby needed this. Not typically something you do for friends, Blue was happy to make an exception. The two had become lost in the throws of each other’s touch as their display was no doubt convincing. And Blue didn’t mind it, either. He took his lead and cradled Libby in his arms, almost to female her feel comfortable at what was happening. Their lips still locked together, Blue waited until Libby was ready to let go.

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bukistar · 7 years ago

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Q: First, please tell us your impressions when it was announced you would be working together again.

Watanabe: I haven’t appeared together again with Ryo-kun (Miura’s nickname) since Fourze and OOO Movie Battle Mega Mix in 2011. I was happy. Because in the following year Wizard & Fourze MOVIE Taisen Ultimatum in 2012, it was just me, alone. Miura: I played Ankh for the first time in six or seven years. I worked with the staff who had been waiting for me since then, including staff who were still working since OOO. I was happy.

Q :Please tell us what led to you two appearing in this film together.

Watanabe: Actually, I was the one who offered it to Ryu-kun. Miura: That’s right. Watanabe: There were a lot of fateful events that led to this. Teruaki Sugihara, who was Assistant Director at that time, got married. His wife was a big fan of OOO. I was going to take a video of me and Ryu-kun to the celebration. We decided to take a photo together during dinner. At this point, we didn’t get to see each other for 1 or 2 years. I stayed in touch, but it was hard to meet in person. By chance, that day I was offered a role by Toei to appear in Heisei Generations FINAL and I thought this was so timely. I was talking about that story to Teruaki. I thought that this wasn’t just going to be a revival for Eiji (laughs). Miura: I was just eating grilled meat (laughs) Watanabe: At that time, I called not expecting much. I thought it was not possible to do this. That night, I thought about it a lot “I want to think positively…” I emailed Takahashi at midnight and asked “Didn’t you talk about the appearance once?” It was proposed. After that, I met up with Takahashi, exchanged emails, and gradually increased my story

Miura: I didn’t expect anything at the beginning, like an “Ankh Revival”. Although there was a story like “I want to make an episode where Ankh reappears” at an early stage ever since OOO ended, I was thinking I wanted to leave Ankh and refused every role because I wanted to be serious. Because the character of Ankh I played for one year was so strong, I couldn’t get any other work. But six or seven years have passed since then and I turned 30 years old this year. So, there are things to think about, and I got a good opportunity. So, I felt like, “I should go all out.” Watanabe: It was destiny. Miura: Speaking of fate, Kazuya Kamihoriuchi was the Assistant Director of OOO with Teruaki Sugihara, is now the Director of this film. Watanabe: They’re all connected. Kamihoriuchi was the second Assistant Director of OOO at that time, and so I thought we were all friends coming together after such a long time. Then I heard he was actually going to be the Director and I was deeply embarrassed. Miura: I think so (laugh). He entered the scene earlier than anyone else and was waiting for us. Watanabe: Sometimes I got upset (laughs) Miura: Even if we fail, I always felt protected since we were all the same age.

Q: How did you feel entering the Toei studio shooting center?

Watanabe: The atmosphere at the entrace was different. After all, it’s been a few years, and the Riders have changed. I thought there was a new atmosphere. However, as I had to repeat scenes, I felt “Oh, the familiar feelings have returned.” About half of the staff is still from that time, and our relationship has not changed since then. Miura: There was an impressive world to shoot. One of the staff said “You’re still going to settle down.” Also, shooting went smoothly. I was happy. At the time, OOO was fighting as well, and I felt that we all overcame the difficult schedule. Watanabe: There was a desire to make content that show how Eiji and Ankh were revived after so long. I want to be able to convince fans about the part how Ankh can be revived, and I wanted to make the best of the atmosphere around both people. Since the completed script contained all of these elements, I was enthusiastic about performing with all my power.

Q: What was the most moving scene for you in the movie?

Miura: All the scenes were the best. Shooting started in early morning and lasted until the next morning for about 24 hours. In the last scene, there’s a moment when Eiji and Anhk meet again. I turn in the harness and became suspended upside-down, which isn’t really done in my usual dramas and movies. The action staff helped me, and it was all timed perfectly when I reached out my hand. This scene was very good. Watanabe: The encounter scene was the last scene to shoot. There was a great typhoon on the last day of shooting. Miura: Yes. I actually wanted to go to the shooting location anyway, but I couldn’t go outside. Watanabe: I think of the scenes when Anhk says “Today’s ice popsicle is good” to Eiji at the decisive battle. In short interactions, the relationship between Eiji and Anhk is outstanding. I requested that ice popsicle exchange, which is Anhk’s weakness. He doesn’t want to cooperate, but has a sort of hateful cuteness. It’s often Anhk’s personality.

Compared to the tv series, have many things changed?

Miura: He was reluctant to eat Popeye’s onigiri in the morning. I used to say “Popeye, Popeye”. Watanabe: You said that (laughs) Miura: I have breakfast onigiri when I leave for the shooting location. Watanabe: That’s right. Two onigiri with karage. Miura: I was wondering if you’d like some of that. Watanabe: It’s delicious! Miura: Since I didn’t make much of it this time, I thought “Oh, I’ve grown up.” (laugh) Watanabe: At that time, Popeye’s onigiri were the best feast… Miura: I told you “Give me a piece of Popeye.” (laugh) Watanabe: Oh yeah, it was “Today’s Popeye!” (laugh). After playing for so long with Ryo-kun, if anything changed… Miura: I may not have changed. Watanabe: Both of us were wearing costumes this time, but Ryo-kun asked “Are you going to fit in properly”, and you were concerned about your figure. Miura: At that time I was already too thin, so I was worried if I could fit in the costumes now. Watanabe: But, I guess I entered it properly. That won’t change. I was calm at that time and acted like an adult. Now I’m the age Ryu-kun was then. Having said that, I may not have changed much. I think Ryo-kun became less troublesome than that time (laugh), everyone might think so. Miura: I was very careful at that time since I was an adult anyway. In that sense, after a year, I felt more comfortable on the set of OOO. But I’m not the same. I was very careful at that time. Watanabe: Everything was painful (laugh) like it was covered in thorns. But, as the final moments came closer, there were no thorns, and the ball was smooth. Miura: The thorns are completely gone (laughs).

Q: When shooting the TV series, were there any opportunities to be friendly?

Miura: When it was time to travel around the region for the movie campaign. I’ve never been to a local event before, so I didn’t know what to say there or on the radio. Shu was always there to help me, and he helped me. It hasn’t changed now. If I get stuck in my words, he helped me. After filming with Shu-kun, I was very friendly. I thought if I let him do everything, I’d get spoiled. Watanabe: What I was thinking was that I want to do any kind of work and have fun. But I want to have the feeling that I can do everything happily for a long time. I didn’t think deeply into it (laughs). Miura: Even in this movie, there are several opportunities for two people to talk somewhere. I’m glad we have help again! Watanabe: Hopefully you won’t be neglectful this time (laughs). Miura: Well, then I’ll try hard to talk (laughs). I didn’t really talk then, but recently I’ve talked live as a MC for 30 to 40 minutes. Watanabe: Great! You could a have a talk show. Miura: I guess (laughs).

Q: Although it was Eiji and Anhk who reunited in this movie, what if you could make a movie about the two around 2020, which would mark the 10th anniversary of broadcasting. Do you have any big dreams or goals?

Miura: There are things that can come true if you hope they will. If you said you wanted to make a live performance with the OOO team and it happened. But I can’t say such a thing (laugh) Watanabe: Yes, if you say such flashy things, you’ll have to do it (laugh). However, if you wanted to do it, I would like to gather all the performers like Riho Takada (Hina). It would be fun if everyone got together to talk or have a drinking party at least once. Miura: Then next year at Halloween, everyone can make their own cosplay and gather. Watanabe: Everyone will wear a costume on that day, right? (laughs). If I did that kind of thing, there would definitely be cameras (laughs). To watch eleven people in costumes is something you’d do, Ryu-kun. Your talking skills are improving. Miura: No, no, thank you (laughs).

Q: So, in the end, can you please give a message to fans who loved OOO?

Watanabe: Seven years ago, people who were children or students watching the show are now becoming members of society. It’s not more common to say they were watching older series. Even when I went to Kamen Rider events, I heard staff say “I watched when I was a Junior High School student.” I heard that it happened in the past few years. This time, as a Legend Rider, I can be revived with Ankh. I’m very happy and proud. If you’re a fan of OOO, please go to the theater to watch. Miura: We appreciate the help of the staff and the performers. Of course, I am grateful to the fans who have always supported me and waited for this. Although the world is unclear, I thought it was always a good idea to have a new dream, and to have the opportunity to proceed without giving up hope, and worked on this movie. Everyone, please look forward to the day the movie is released to the public.

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closetkpop · 7 years ago

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Acquainted Ch. 2 (Mark Tuan x You Arranged Marriage AU)

A/N Once again, I just posted this for fun, nothing is real in this story, please do not take it seriously. This is mostly drama, and some smut later on. I don’t mean to offend any person or GOT7, and if I do I’m sorry.

Word Count: 3.7K

Trigger: death, blood, mature language

Ch. 1 Chapter 2

“Why?” you questioned not trying to hide the confusion in your voice “She’d like to thank you once again.” He replied curtly You leaned back in your chair cursing that he pulled out the mom card again, “Okay where do I meet you?” “She uh actually wants us three to arrive together.” You could hear his mother talking to him in the back “Where are you, we could pick you up.” “I’m at my office. But listen this is the last time.” “Okay. I’ll be there in half an hour.” You hung up. “Fuck my life.” You said banging your head on the table. Why did you agree to this. You finished up closing all the tabs on your computer and decided to tidy up a bit before leaving downstairs. You let down your hair and fixed your makeup and lo and behold 7:30 sharp a black car was pulling up. And Mark had rolled the windows down and told you to get in. How classy. His mother was going on about an article that she had read about millennials now have a higher tolerance for alcohol than baby boomers did at when they were in their 20s; and a couple comments here and there about the weather. We had arrived at the restaurant, and it was a simple Italian place in the corner of the fashion district. You decided to leave your workbag in the car and take in only your phone and wallet, even though you know Mark wont let you pay since he thinks you are a charity case gold digger.

The table was set privately in the back away from everyone, and they offered a wine tasting to everyone. You hated wine, the bitter smell just seemed to turn you off it, so you simply decided on water. We ordered our food, and Mrs. Tuan was downing the wine like it was juice. Mark was not a man of many words, so after the fourth glass of wine Mrs. Tuan broke the silence, “So you are probably guessing why I made you come to our dinner.” She started, “It is because I have a proposition.” “Which is?” Mark questioned “Once you are older, you can’t have as much fun as you did in your youth.” She starting slurring a bit “Mom you’re not a old lady.” Mark reassured in his sweet tone “Shut up. Who says I’m old!” she said playfully slapping Mark’s arm You started smiling and you couldn’t help but notice Mark glance in your direction for a split second. “I’m saying, if I can drink this whole bottle of wine by myself then I’m a better drinker than you, and that article is bogus.” She said grabbing the wine bottle out of the ice. “No mom, that just makes you an alcoholic.” He teased. “Stop it, you’ll probably die of alcohol poisoning if you do that. You’re not a teenager.” “Mrs. Tuan” you started, “You should probably slow down, don’t want to ruin your dinner now.” “Yeah I’m just messing with you guys. Take a joke. You’re too serious like my little Mark.” Mrs. Tuan said fluctuating her voice. The food could not arrive any quicker. We all made remarks about the food and Mrs. Tuan started to get a bit sleepy. “I think we should head out.” Mark said getting up “Nonsense, you two didn’t even talk about your futures together.” Mrs. Tuan said with fluttering eyes You looked at Mark confused. “Why would I-“ Mark stammered, “I didn’t know- Why did you think?” “Yes this was a date, I admit. Mark your mom set you up on a date.” Mrs. Tuan cooed. “I want to see you happily married with children. And I see you are happier with her in your life.” Mark was about to say something but you chimed in first. “I think you’ve made a mistake Mrs. Tuan. Mark and I, we are not going to happen. I’ve VERY briefly spoken to your son and only am here for you. I’m so sorry if anything ever came off as different.” You said apologetically “Yahh you see I’m older so I see things you young people cannot see. I’m doing you guys a favor I know you belong together. I’m your mother and you’ve always make this face when you want something, and when you two met, you made that face.” She stubbornly continued. You saw no hopes in trying to reason with her, instead just got up and told Mark we needed to leave. It was the first thing we actually agreed on. You helped Mrs. Tuan in where she said something about a daughter-in-law, but it was too mumbled to hear exactly. You reached in the back and grab the working bag, and stood outside the car. You told Mark you’ll get a Uber to your car. He got out of the drivers seat and stood in front of you. “Seriously, it’s only a 10 minute drive. Stop being so stubborn and get back inside.” Mark said frustrated that his mother not only got drunk but also had set him up on a blind date. “It getting late, if anything happened to you my mother-“ “No. I’ve had enough. I’ve done enough. That’s it. I told you after this no more.” You said walking away “You think I’d want to go through with this had I known this was her plan all along?” He started, “Don’t be so full of yourself, you’re not even my type.” “Okay.” This was all you could say before turning around deciding to walk for a bit. It hurt, not because what he said was an insult, which he only seems to do whenever he talks to you, but because it was the truth. He’s so far out of your league it is ridiculous. He probably was into a woman who was more of a trophy wife, never questioned his motives, and never dared speak out against him. You heard the door slam shut, he started his car and tires screeched in the distance. You decided to walk to your car, which took you longer than expected, especially since you were still in your work clothes and booties. You unlocked your car and dumped your bag onto the passenger seat. Starting the car and rolling the windows down you felt a cool breeze enter as you started to make your way to your apartment. Once you entered you apartment you saw that your best friend had already left for the night. So you decided to warm up a nice bath for yourself and relax your worries away. By 10:00PM it was already lights out for you. You woke up in the middle of the night when your best friend came into your room to see if you were asleep. We always made sure the both of us had made it home safely no matter how sleepy we were. It had always been the two of you against the world, so you were both always a little protective of each other. “Hey, you awake?” y/f/n said “I am now, is everything okay?” you said groggily “Yeah, just wanted to let you know I was home.” She said “Okay, did you have fun?” you asked falling back into your pillow “Yeah tons, I’ll tell you in the morning.” She said closing the door

You had slept longer than anticipated and woke up to the smell of food cooking. When you got out you see a man and you best friend giggling as they made food. You coughed, trying to make yourself known to them. Your best friend turned around and hugged you. “So this is my best friend, well we’re more like sisters, my Co-Publisher, and my rock y/n.” she said introducing you to this strange man. “Hi. I’m Jackson Wang. Y/f/n boyfriend. I’m making French toast.” He said reaching his arm out for a handshake “Hi, I didn’t know she was dating anyone.” You said shaking his hand and glaring at your best friend “Yeah I wanted to make sure he was the right one before I introduced him to you. We’ve been dating for 5 months now.” She said going back to his side. This was a good thing y/f/n went through guys like flipping pages of books. In your last heart to heart you had with your roommate, you mentioned this to her, and although she was offended she did listen. She really did a good job with this one. He was incredibly nice, funny, and handsome. He had a carefree personality, and was ready to talk about anything and everything. It really looked like this was going to last for her and you couldn’t be any happier for you best friend. “So my friend is having a party next week if you ladies want to come.” Jackson started, “There’s a corporate party first, and then there is an after party at his house after. What do you say?” “I’m down.” y/f/n said “Me too. For the after party.” You have had enough of the corporate side of life for the week. It had been a while since you had he chance to dress up and go to a party, and you’ve been needing to just let loose and relax. “Alright I’ll let him know.” He said pulling out his phone and texting “Okay so plus one for the evening, and plus two for the night. And we are set.” That week was the longest week, it seemed to drag on forever. You were seriously looking forward to having fun at this party Jackson so graciously invited you and your best friend to. He had been coming over more often and slowly you three were becoming the best of friends, but of course you did give the whole ‘You break her heart, I break you speech.’ Your friend had left earlier to accompany Jackson to the corporate party. After it was getting late, you curled you hair, applied your makeup and was contemplating what dress to wear when your phone lighted up with a text from your bestie giving you the address of the after party. You sent her a picture of both dresses on the hanger so she could decide which one you should wear. The first one was a short midnight blue sparkly dress that made your legs look much longer than they actually were, with a lower than modest neckline, and long sleeves. The second one was a longer silver bodycon dress that made your butt look amazing, with a cut on the side reaching the high thigh area and a strappy low back. You didn’t receive a text back so you went safe with silver one, thinking that it is probably better to be over dressed rather than under. The party was in full blast when the Uber dropped you off in front of cottage house. There was security everywhere and as you approached the door, the guard asked for your name. He checked the list and granted access while telling you to enjoy your night. Upon entering, the best tasting glass of champagne was offered as you looked around for familiar faces. You saw your friend and Jackson on the dance floor but decided you needed to be a little more buzzed before dealing with all the bumping and grinding that was happening. You found yourself at the bar downing not one but two Patron shots before meeting up with them. “Hey you made it!” y/f/n squealed hugging you “Yeah! It wasn’t hard.” You said over the music “You look beautiful!” “You look sexy too!” you friend teased, “Who are you dressing up for?” “No one!” you laughed “I’m here for a good time.” “Let’s dance!” Jackson said grabbing my hand and your best friend waist You had so much fun and the DJ was playing such good music too. You had met more of Jackson’s friends and you all were drinking and dancing the night away. As the drinks went on, Jackson’s friends got a little bolder with their hands and dancing with you. You didn’t mind it, but did tell them when you were uncomfortable, to which they went back to their normal happy selves. There wasn’t much awkwardness and this group of friends was really easy to get along with. You felt yourself approaching your drink limit and excused yourself to use the restroom. Your best friend, Jackson, and yourself made your way to the bathroom and saw that there was a line. You guys decided to make the best of your time by taking selfies with random Snapchat filters, only posting the best ones. After using the bathroom you took the time to tidy yourself up again, fixing your hair, and adjusting your makeup to the best of your ability. When you got out you noticed that everyone started gathering to the main ballroom where at the top of the stage, where the DJ booth was, stood Jackson. “Hey what’s he doing up there?” you asked your best friend “He said he was going to introduce the host who happens to be his friend.” She said “Oh okay.” You said. Thinking to yourself that you actually have no idea whose house this is only, that whoever this is really knows how to throw a killer after party. “Are you all having a good time?!” Jackson started and the crowd cheered, “This is a pretty cool party isn’t it? There’s so many beautiful people here but of course not as beautiful as my girl.” He said winking to your best friend. The crowd was a mixture of ‘Awwws’ and laughter. “Well I thought it would be my pleasure to introduce the reason why we are celebrating tonight! Everyone give it up for my best friend, the one and only Mark Tuan!” he said clapping and turning around to give Mark the microphone. It was maybe the alcohol, maybe the shock, or a horrible combination of the two but you couldn’t help but freeze. Mark was going on about his newest business deal but you couldn’t help but stare at how handsome he looked with the spotlight on him and how his bright smile and laugh made you also smile. But then you remembered how he treated you, and he only seems to insult you all while asking you for favors that you stupidly agree too because you have a soft spot for parents. You were a mixture of emotions so you did the only rational thing you thought you could do and take another shot. Jackson made his way to your best friend and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before adding Mark to your group. You suddenly felt out of place, especially because Mark had his arm on the waist of another girl, not that it should have bothered you, but deep down it did. Jinyoung, one of Jackson’s friends, noticed you sudden mood change and gave you a questioning look. You tried your best to assure him that you were fine and it was just your body reacting to the all the alcohol that you had consumed. He instinctively stood next to you incase you needed to lean on him. “Hey glad you guys all made it.” Mark said giving the guys a hi-five “Yeah great party bro.” Bambam said “It is! Hey this is the girl I’ve been talking about.” Jackson started “This is my girlfriend y/f/n.” “Nice to meet you.” Mark said shaking your best friends hand and she whispered a ‘you too’ before Jackson grabbed her by her waist closer to him. “Hey she’s mine!” Jackson pouted “This is her best friend, y/n.” He turned to look at you and at first he did not recognize you but as he did, he went on with a polite “Yeah I saw your name on the list. I was thinking that you wouldn’t be able to make it. Nice to see you again” with a smile you know was not sincere. “Yeah I didn’t know this was your house, or even your party.” You said trailing off. Had you known, you probably wouldn’t even bother going. “Wait you two know each other? How?” Jackson said “He was looking to be my partner. But I declined.” Feeling bold with the alcohol, you started before Mark could. Not wanting to bring up his mother or the presumptions she’s made. Everyone just stared in silence, at your forward statement until Mark’s girl started whining “Baby” she said touching Mark’s chest, “I’m bored of talking all this business stuff. Let’s dance!” “Okay.” Mark said to her “Sorry guys gotta go. Enjoy yourselves.” Mark’s girl gave him a peck on the cheek and eyed you down for embarrassing Mark like that. A small setback but after that you guys were back to dancing and laughing into the night. After sometime the party had died down and you felt like calling it a night. “Hey y/f/n I’m going to head back home.” You said hugging “Oh really? I kind of wanted to stay a bit longer.” She said feeling guilty “That’s okay, you can stay here as long as you’d like. Just text me when you’re coming home.” You said taking out your phone “If you’re coming home.” You added winking and nudging her elbow. “Stop it!” she whined and you started laughing “Love you.” You said before hugging her again and making your way to the door The Uber said 10 minutes away so you just decided to sit on a bench outside and let the cool outdoor air calm yourself because you were way too drunk to function. You were about to start dozing off until a large rowdy group of people exited the party and snapped you back into reality. “Do you mind if I join you?” A heavenly smooth voice said from the opposite side. “Not at all.” You said as your vision started to go a bit blurry. You could tell it was Jinyoung. You made space so the both of you were able to sit down. He’s had an eye on you since you started drinking making sure that you do not lose your balance or trip over. “What are you doing outside?” “Just wanted to make sure you made it to your car safely.” He said looking to the street “Thank you but I do not think any criminal is making it passed the security here.” You said looking at the impressive number of guards that were still patrolling the area. “Just incase.” He said “Did you have fun? I know I did. I haven’t danced that much in forever.” “Yeah I had lots of fun. Probably took one shot too many but other than that I had a good time.” “I’ve noticed. That’s good though.” He said quietly humming to himself and taking in the silence. It was not awkward just relaxing. “My ride is here. Thank you so much for waiting with me.” You said starting to get up. You got up too fast and feeling dizzy and about to fall you squeezed your eyes shut. But you didn’t feel yourself hit the ground. You suddenly felt 2 pairs of hands on you, one on your arms and one snaked around your waist brushing your exposed back. “Thank you but you guys seriously do not have to baby me, I’m fine.” You said laughing “You almost fell! You are most definitely not fine!” Jinyoung reprimanded holding your shoulders “But you and…” you turned around to see that it was Mark who had a grip on your waist that prevented you from falling. You could not finish your sentence “Let’s get you home.” Mark said leading you to the car. “I got this Jinyoung.” Jinyoung reluctantly released his grip on your shoulders. Mark and you headed towards the car. He opened the door for you to climb in and handed you your purse. You were confused and thought why did he even bother to help you. “Consider us even.” Mark said to you before trying to close the door “Why are you helping me? You hate me.” You slurred Before the car door was fully closed he whispered, “Trust me. I could never hate you.” but the alcohol had taken over and you felt yourself dozing off. You woke up still drunk, when you were close to your apartment. You checked your phone and saw a text from an unknown number. Unknown: Hey. This is Jackson, y/f/n got really wasted and is going to stay with me tonight. She’ll be over tomorrow morning. Let me know when you get home safely. You: Hi almost home. Ok night That was all you were able to text back because as soon as you entered your apartment you checked the clock it said 4:30 AM and you headed straight to bed. You woke up around noontime the next day completely hung over. In the living room your bestie was on the couch watching TV so you joined her. That Sunday was a lazy one for the both of you, not really speaking to each other but just trying to get the pounding out of your head. You decided to take a shower and look somewhat decent even though you felt horrible. You decided to change straight into your pajamas considering you were not going to leave your place. Y/f/n ordered takeout for the both of you to eat, and turned on a movie. You started feeling better after the food settled in your stomach and the alcohol was out of your system. In the middle of the movie you phone started ringing, and you saw it was an unknown number so you thought it was probably some scammer or telemarketer. You were sure it wasn’t Jackson because you saved his number. You heard your phone die down and the tone that someone had left a voicemail chimed. Having the stupid notification on the top bar of your phone bothered you so you dialed clicked the voicemail button to hear what the message was. You have one unheard message… First unheard message: This is the UCLA Medical Center, this number has been written down as the secondary emergency contact for Mrs. Dorine Tuan. If you feel like this is an error we apologize for the inconvenience and you may hang up at this time… If we have contacted the correct person we regret to inform you that Mrs. Tuan has had a stroke and is currently on life support. We have tried everything we could to save her. We suggest you inform your loved ones and prepare your goodbyes. Once again we are sorry. End of message to delete this message press--

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the-mangled-readings · 7 years ago

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Coaster (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

AN: So as expected I wasn’t pleased with my first fanfic so, I deleted it.

Summary: Billy was in love with the reader but she always turned him down, until one night where she gets drugged and confesses her past and later on her true feelings, but little did she knew that her Best-Friend Steve also had similar feelings.

Warnings: A little bit of everything, cursing, and sassiness.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You weren’t the usual Hawkins girl. You weren’t popular, boys didn’t hover all over you, you didn’t go to parties and neither stood out as pretty, at least to their expectations.You were more focused on school and your mother, mostly because you were the only one that she had, and you wanted the best for her, but for now you were just a waitress and a senior.

You would do your homework during your breaks, due to the fact that as soon school ended you had to run to either the diner or the record store where sometimes you worked until midnight. Your friends often tried to convince you to take some days off but your stubbornness always turned them down.

“Guys, you know my situation …”- You would say for the millionth time, as they all sighed, Nancy and Jonathan, looked at each other trying to come up with something, while Steve took a deep breath.

“(y/n/n), you can’t keep living like this, you’re just wasting your life … you need a break .”- Steve tried to reason with you, sounding more concerned this time, and you knew he was right, but you weren’t that selfish, you thought. “Look, I get it, you have your responsibilities and all but for once be a TEENAGER, and come to Tina’s party with us tonight.”- He finished, practically begging.

“Yeah, it will be fun, and we can leave whenever you want, and go somewhere else if you like, right?”- Nancy said looking at the two boys who were nodding.

“Yeah right … look I get it, I work 24/7 but I’m never complaining or am I?”- You looked up at them, trying to fight back.

Nancy gave you sympathetic smile looking down, Jonathan just furrowed his eyebrows and looked away while Steve just raised an eyebrow and leaned closer. “Well, you don’t, but your face says otherwise.”- And he wasn’t kidding, lately, you hadn’t had a decent amount of sleep, and neither time to really take care of yourself.

Your (h/c) hair was a bit everywhere, and ever since you started your senior year, you stopped wearing your makeup, so it was long gone by now, making it practically impossible to cover your dark circles from everyone.

You sighed defeated, looking up at Steve, who had a proud grin all over his face. “Okay, MOM, what am I supposed to wear anyways?”-You said annoyed at the fact that Steve won this time. “It’s a costume party, I was just going to wear regular clothes but, if you come over after school we can work something out.”- Nancy offered, and you just nodded. “And I’m also guessing, that you guys want me to behave like a teenager too huh.”-You said more towards Steve who was already nodding. “Ugh … okay.”- You rolled your eyes and felt Steve’s arms wrapped around you moving you to his chest.“Come on, it will be fun, I promise!”- He said excitedly as he held you tighter. “I hope so …”- Your muffled words barely hearable.

As soon school ended, you walked towards the parking lot to meet up Steve, who was already leaning on the hood of his car. He always gave you rides to school, home and even work. You guys were practically raised together since both of your moms were friends in high school. You would go to the same schools, and live in the same neighborhood, and you would also see him a lot for the holidays, so in other words, he was like an older brother.

He waved at you as soon as he noticed you, you returned the gesture with a smile, that practically dropped as soon as you heard it.

“Hey princess !”- Billy fucking Hargrove you thought, not wanting to turn around you continued to walk.

“Come on, I’m talking to you !”- He yelled, catching up with you, you gave in, sighing, you turned around, annoyance written all over your face. “What Billy?”-You said folding your arms, he was too close to your liking but you didn’t mind, it wasn’t like you were intimidated by him or anything. He looked down at you, licking his lower lip, his stupid smirk coming back. “Are you going to Tina’s party tonight?”- He asked you tilted your head raising an eyebrow. “Why do you care if I go or not?”-You asked plainly. “Because I been asking you out since I got here and you been turning me down because you’re always busy.”- He said mocking you. “And what would be the difference if I go tonight?”-You said trying to see where this was going.”Well because that would mean that you’re free and …”-He got closer, you could feel his breath on your face, and his scent, that you secretly loved. “We can finally be alone, and maybe have a nice time.”-He said with a big grin, his blue eyes scanning you up and down. God, you hated him for what he did to Steve and the kids, but you had to admit, he had the looks.

A scoff escaped from your lips, you looked at him. “Ah Billy, you practically have the whole school drooling all over you … and yet, you decide to annoy me with stuff I’m not even interested? I mean, why do you even bother, plus, won’t that drop your reputation or something?”- He simply laughed at your words, you just frowned your eyebrows. “Ah, Princess … They’re not you, you’re different.”- For a moment you thought you saw sincerity in his eyes. “Well, you’re right on that, I’m not like the rest, which also means … I’m not into you.”- You smiled at him and with that you turned on your heel, leaving him behind. “By the way, I am going !”-You yelled as you started to walk backwards to Steve’s car. He smiled, I’ll see you then Princess... he said to himself and started to walk to his car, with Max already waiting for him.

“What was that?”- Steve asked as you both got inside the car. You threw your backpack in the back seats and looked at him. “Oh you know, a little drama, between me and the new King, isn’t that what teenagers have now on days?”-You asked sarcastically, Steve just laughed and turned the engine. “Well yeah, just not with him, okay?- He drove out of the parking lot, looking at you with the corner of his eye. “Yes, mom …”-You complained, he just rolled his eyes. “I just want the best for you (y/n/n), you mean a lot to me.”-He looked at you, with that soft smile of his, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Please don’t tell me that you’re in love with me …”- You looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Oh God no! You’re like a sister to me.”- He made a playful disgusted face which made you both laugh. “Thank God.”- Sighing in relief, you looked out the window thinking of those damn blue eyes and that cheap cologne that drove you crazy.

As Steve got on your street you decided to break the silence “Hey, Steve ...”-You softly said. He parked in your driveway, turning the engine off. “What’s up?”- He asked finally looking at you. “Can you ask your mom if she can check on my mom, while we’re out? My aunt is out of town, so I don’t have anyone that can keep an eye on her.”-You asked turning to him. “Of course, you know she’s been telling me to take you out lately, to give you a break from everything that’s ... you know.”-He said trailing off, you looked down at your shoes. “I didn’t mean it in that way (y/n/n)”-He quickly said as he held your hand, you looked up at him and smiled. “No, it’s okay ... Thank you for the ride by the way.”-You thanked him as you walked out grabbing your backpack from the back seat. Steve quickly got out of the car, running to you. “(y/n), I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to”-”I said that it was okay Steve, I’ll see you later okay !”-You smiled at him and walked to your front door.

As you walked into the house, you were welcomed by the loud noises from the machines that were coming from down the hallway. You smiled walking towards the noisy room.

“Hey mom, I’m home.”-You said as you went to sit down in the chair that was next to her, you held her cold hand, blowing it some warm air. “How are you ... I’m great today, by the way, uhm ... So, nothing much happened today, you know the usual as always, although ... I’m going to a party tonight!”-You said shrieking in excitement. “Well, if you’re okay with it ...”-You said, looking for any signs, nothing still. You looked down and bit your bottom lip. “I’m going with my friends, you know, Steve ... Nancy ... and Jonathan.”-Nothing still, you looked around the room, seeing pictures of you guys, you smiled and looked back at her pale features, sleeping in an endless dream. “But I still don’t know what to wear, I was thinking in dressing up since it’s a costume party, maybe Debbie Harry ... or maybe Madonna, what do you think?”-You asked and still no response, you kissed her hand, and thought for a moment. “Debbie Harry it is then !”-You said sitting up and walking to your room. “BY THE WAY! I ASKED MRS.HARRINGTON TO MAKE YOU SOME COMPANY!”-You yelled from your room, as you quickly grabbed your purse and black leather jacket from your chair.

You peaked into your mom’s room, leaning on the door frame. “I’m a make 2 quick calls and I’m off to Nancy’s, okay?”-You told her as you ran into the phone that was in the kitchen.

“Hey, Nans, I’m a be there in a bit, I just got my stuff ... Oh okay ... Yeah, no that’s fine ... By the way, do you have anything Punk? ... I don’t know, something that says, Debbie Harry ... Okay, that’s fine, alright I’ll see you then, Bye!”- You hung up and dialed to Steves house.

“Hello Mrs. Harrington, how are you? ... I’m great, thank you, uhm, I was calling to ask if Steve ... Yeah, okay! Well, I will leave you all the phone numbers you can call in case anything happens okay ... that’s perfect, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Bye Bye !”- You hung up and ran to your mother’s room again. “Okay ma, I’m leaving already, Mrs. Harrington is on the way already.”-You said as you walked over her, kissing her forehead one more time. “I love you ... Bye.”-You walked out and ran to Nancy’s House.

“Wow, (y/n) YOU LOOK AMAZING !”- Nancy said wide-eyed, as she entered the room.

“I don’t wanna sound conceded or anything but … I actually feel comfortable.”-You said as you gave yourself another look in the mirror. This was way out of what you would normally wear, your oversized sweaters weren’t compared to the tight V neck bodysuit that Nancy let you borrow, that was surprisingly bigger than her, could it be ... you shook your head out of bit.

“What’s wrong?”- Nancy asked innocently as she was fixing her hair. “Oh... Nothing”-You tried playing it off by smiling. “Are you sure cause...”- “Hey so I was thinking!”- You immediately cut her off, making her frown her eyebrows. “I think I’m going to wear my leather jacket.”-”Yeah, I think that would be better.”- Smiling at the suggestion. ”I mean, I don’t want to freeze my ass off, Oh wait ...”-You down and facepalmed yourself as both of you started to laugh.

You looked at yourself one more time, adjusting your leather jacket before you guys walked out of the room.

As you guys were going down the stairs you heard a wow and a whistle coming from the living room, you turned to see it was Mrs. Wheeler who was looking at you wide-eyed when she suddenly crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow, smirking at the bodysuit you were wearing.

Oh, Crap ...

“Ah ... so that’s where it went.”- She said with a chuckle. Nancy for the love of God you did not just hand me your mom’s lingerie, you thought as you turned to Nancy who was looking everywhere but you. “It’s okay (y/n/n), either way, I haven’t worn those ... and I don’t think I ever will.”-She said as she turned to Mr. Wheeler who was knocked out in his chair, you tried to hold your grin when you felt a punch on the back of your shoulder, Sorry you softly said. “But at least they will be used for a good cause, am I right?”-She turned to you guys with a small smirk. “Mom, please stop!”-Nancy whined, and a knock on the door made us all look. “Well have fun ladies! Please be careful !”-Mrs. Wheeler yelled as she walked away.

“Come on let’s go!”-Nancy grabbed your hand and then it hit you.

SHIT !

“What? What’s wrong?”-Nancy paused and looked at you up and down to make sure you were okay.”I-I forgot about Steve”-You said as you bit your bottom lip, Nancy just scoffed. “What about it?”-You looked at her crossing your arms. “You really think he’s going to be okay with this outfit?”-She just shrugged. “Why wouldn’t he?”-”You KNOW how he is”-You whispered-shouted at her, Nancy just shook her head. “It’ll be fine ...”-She started to walk to the door, with you behind her. “No, it won't, wanna bet.”-You looked at her raising your eyebrows, she turned the knob of the door, to find Steve and Jonathan talking when Steve’s eyes immediately turned to (y/n). “REALLY!”-He yelled as you turned to Nancy. “See ?”-She just shook her head. “Come on we’re late !”-She pushed between the boys, with you behind her.

“NOW IM GOING TO HAVE TO BABYSIT YOU FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT!”-Steve yelled from behind, looking at Jonathan who was now laughing. “Can you belie- HEY, stop laughing!”-Steve tried to argue, while Jonathan shrugged. “Hey, you told her to behave like a teenager ...”-He said leaving Steve behind.

“Great, now the whole school is going to be all over her.”-He shook his head as he started to walk to his car.

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