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aldi-mikazuki · 4 years ago

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Final Dance

I had been friends with the queen to be for years, she was beautiful and kind! My best friend, and loving twin flame. Never once did Naveir fail to make me feel better, she knew all my woes and all my secrets. The future queen was one of great trust and a gold heart! But one thing I suppose she failed to notice was my jealousy, had my father not died my family would have been the next to take the throne, but i was to young and her father was to replace mine. Currently she is next in line to the throne, but that changes tonight.

The preparations for Naveir's coronation were happening today, and as her best friend and noble i had permission to stay by her side through all of it. I sat in a chair in the middle of the room as her servants fussed over her hair.

"Oh I'm awfully nervous!! Can you believe I'm being crowned ruler today!? I've been waiting years for this and now today is the day." "Your father would be really proud of you, you know." Naveir looked my way with a sad smile "you think so, Amelia?" I nodded encouragingly "I know I'm proud of you! The kingdoms pride finally becoming queen? It's perfect! I imagine you'll find a fine suitor to rule by your side as well!" "Oh don't remind me of that!!! It's embarrassing...." "You know you have to get one before 25! Besides, I'm fairly certain you already had a certain guy in mind" Naveir blushed as i laughed. "If you asked for Damien's hand in marriage I'm sure he would be flattered! And certainly he would say yes." Damien was our childhood best friend since we were 5, we shared many exciting nights and lazy mornings, he was also quite the charmer indeed! He had half the kingdom wrapped around his finger, including me and Naveir. "Oh would he!? I can't bare the thought if he were to say no!" "Now now princess" Naveir laughed at the nickname, i always called her that teasingly because she hated titles, but i was the only one who could call her princess just because i can, although today would be the end of that... "he can't say no to the future queen can he?" Naveir turned to me smiling "I wouldn't hold my title over him, i don't have the heart to. Damien is special, you know? I want him to be happy, i want him to make the choice, because i value him over me." My heart ached hearing her talking about him in that way, she was so selfless, and i the complete opposite. I was so selfish for wanting him all to myself, i was so selfish for not considering Naveir as much as she considers others, but i guess that's one more reason to love Naveir, because she was perfect. "Listen Naveir, no matter who the suitor is, you'll always be their perfect bride! And they'll love you no matter what."

The servants finished up her hair and then moved down to adjust her beautiful dress, she looked stunning and admittedly i was in awe. She walked over to me and gave me a hug. "Thank you for your kindness Amelia, truly i don't know where i would be without you." I hugged her back tightly. "Me too..." But that was a lie, i do know where i would be, i would be in her shoes. "Well now that I'm ready lets get the maids to help you! After all we have a ball after the coronation and you're my right hand lady" she winked at me and we both giggled. "As you wish my queen, i will try my best for you." Naveirs eyes widened as she realized i used her new title now and then smiled. She turned around then, and left, me in thought behind her.

I got dressed and later headed speedily towards the large court room, picking up my dress a bit so i can get there easier. The big court room was truly beautiful, white marble floors and walls, grand statues and windows where you could see the gardens and groves near the castle, and 3 large chairs at the end where the queen, her right hand lady and Husband would go. I of course had to get here before the guests and took my place next to her as we waited for the guests to be ushered in. "Soooo, how are you feeling my queen?" Naveir gave me a nervous laugh before replying, "oh don't remind me!! We're so close, just minutes away from sealing the deal, and then i will be sentenced to sit in this chair for good" "I imagine that's a good thing though, wouldn't you say?" "It is don't get me wrong, but i won't be so free you know? As a princess i had less duties, now im afraid I'll have little time for myself and all the time to mess up!" I chuckled at her, how does one so adorable become queen? How do you train all your life and still not be ready? How can one so innocent lead? How could she doubt in her abilities? It's almost as if she isn't prepared to be who she will be. "Well Naveir, you've been studying and training all your life for this! We've spent hours at the library studying for this day, i helped you remember? There's no need to worry, you trust me don't you?" Please say no... "I do trust you! But- You helped me Amelia, where i fail you always succeed! You should be here, not me" You shouldn't say that to me... Not when i already took my chance before you offered... Don't make me feel bad now. "That's not true, you're amazing! And you'll be great, i know you will, besides I-" before i could finish the guests were all seated and the priest came in trumpets blaring, the ceremony had begun.

After a long speech the priest got to his final questions "Will you Naveir care for these people?" "Yes" "Will you put their safety and needs before your selfish wants?" "Yes" "Will you rule justly and without bias?" "Yes" "Then i declare you Naveir Neru to be the next ruler of the kingdom of Lark" the priest declared her queen and placed a beautiful gold crown with purple diamonds over her head, as the crowd clapped and cheered i did to, though it felt hollow.

Later at the ball, me and Naveir laughed and danced the night away, it felt like we were little again going to balls with her father watching over us so we wouldn't cause to much trouble, i truly was happy in that moment to be her friend, i felt wanted and loved all over again. My happiness as always was cut short though, later that night she asked Damien for her final dance and i had to step aside. "You don't mind if i dance with him, do you?" Well of course i don't mind you sweeping the love of my life off his feet, go ahead your majesty. "Of course not! Go have fun with your date" i winked at her as she giggled and ran to her partner, suddenly i wasn't so happy to share the same space and i went for some fresh air on the balcony.

Some time later Naveir found me again. "Getting some fresh air?" I turned as i saw the queen walk towards me serenely, smiling. "Ah yeah, just felt like taking in the pretty sky you know?" "It reminds me of back when we would sneak away and dance here instead, father always got mad i saved my final dances for you here" i grimaced "it would seem your last dances are reserved for someone else now..." She looked at me in surprise "Oh Amelia that's not it at all! Why do you think i followed you here?" "What-" she took off her shoes, climbed on the thick banister and then extended her hand "May i have this dance, just once more?" I smiled as i took off my shoes and took her hand, standing on the banister with her. "Remind me again why we always used the banister instead of the actual balcony?" "Haha you're testing me aren't you?" I chuckled as she decided to give me an answer "You like walking the thin line" "that i do!" She twirled me as turned to the other side. I always liked the danger and thrill of dancing with a princess under the stars, the thin line between her safe space and my space beyond the palace walls reminded me of how special our bond was, but today is the day we switch places.

"Have i ever told you why i love you so much my queen?" "You know you can just say friend" she giggled. But i shook my head, if i use that word it'll make things harder, titles are what im after, and we'll keep it that way. "No, why do you love me friend?" I sighed. "You have this wonderful heart of gold, such kindness and selflessness bundled into a wonderful person, i truly admire how qualified you are" as we continued i held her a little tighter "but you know something Naveir?" I brought her closer "It is said that the things you love in someone can be the very things you despise" "what...?" She looked at me surprised as i dipped her slowly "I hate that you're always so kind, caring and perfect in every way!" I was spitting venom as she struggled in the dip a bit but i held her in place "i hate that you took everything away from me! I hate that i care so much about you despite you being the enemy, i hate that i love you as my closest friend despite you being ruler is better in a way.... I hate that you want to marry the love of my life! And i hate... I hate how long it's taking to let you go" at this point we were both crying as i held her tight, i kissed her forehead gently trying to forget my anger for a moment. I brought her out of the dip and then made her face me properly, with her hand in mine i continued "but putting all that aside... I refuse to let you stand in my way!" And with that i shoved her off the balcony with all the strength i could muster. She went flying onto the pavement as i saw her teary eyes look at me with a sad smile one last time, and then she was gone.

I stepped off the balcony and walked away, towards the guards head courters, i would tell them in tears that i found our queen had fallen off the balcony and to hurry because i didn't know if she would make it. They ran as fast as they could and once they found her dead they brought her in to a room to lay her down to rest one final time, before they could prepare the body. They left me to grieve over her, as i knelt by her bed and held her hand. I kissed her hand then got up "Thank you for this final dance, goodbye... Naveir."

#sooooo what do ya'll think? you proud of me 👀#i had a lot of fun writing this one! but you'll be getting another narrative either tmr or today so stay posted 😜❤#my writing

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ojoboy · 4 years ago

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han seungwoo babyfever au

genre: han seungwoo x reader, fluff, domestic bliss

word count: 4k

plot: Your cousin asks you to babysit his children (14 y.o. Dongpyo & 13 months old baby sister Dohye) to celebrate the anniversary with his wife. Your boyfriend volunteeringly helps you out. Oh oh looks like you two are about to catch baby fever.

a/n: I finally decided to watch Broduce during quarantine although I already knew the outcome because I was too moved by some videos of Yunseong and Jinhyuk :( Anyways when Seungwoo said that if he had a son he’d like him to be like Dongpyo, I was like: say no more! (I hope you don’t mind that I made Dongpyo younger for this)

from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:17pm]

wanna do something later? i miss u :(

to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]

it’s been only two days... but i miss u too :(

and i don’t know if i have time today. i’m babysitting Jaesung’s children tonight because they are celebrating their anniversary and might come back late

from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]

i could come by and help you out?

i’m meeting seungsik now but i definitely can come right afterwards!

to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:20pm]

yeeess, i’d love that!

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5:07pm. The streets are filled with cars rushing home and it almost looks like they are following the sun, eager to come home and finally rest. You just finished stowing away things in your small apartment that could be possibly dangerous around babies, now lazily scrolling through your Instagram feed and liking every other post. Then the doorbell finally rang and you rushed to the door to buzz them in. Almost a minute later there was a family of four standing in your living room.

“Sorry for being late,” your cousin said as he carefully put his bag down, “traffic, you know.” “It’s fine,” you replied and crouched down and shook little Dohye’s hands, beaming at the baby in the stroller. “Well, someone’s in a good mood today, aren’t you little sunshine?” Whether she did understand you or not, the little girl simply responded with a cheerful giggle that could melt anyone’s heart.

“She’s been energetic all day long. I hope she won’t give you a hard time,” her mother told you while undoing the buckles and taking the small child in her arms. Dongpyo was already sitting down on the couch next to the big black bag, seemingly busy on his phone.

“Everything you need for Dohye is in the bag. Diapers, baby food and even some toys to keep her entertained.” Your attention diverted back to your cousin who was going through the bag to check all items. “All right, thank you.”

After checking the final things with you, Hyejin took your hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. “Thank you so much for doing this!” “Yes, thank you. You are the best!” Your cousin engulfed you in a hug and then walked over to his children. “Behave well and help Y/N out, okay?” he playfully ruffled Dongpyo’s hair and bent down to kiss the little girl on his lap, followed by his wife showering the two with affection. A little annoyed like most teenagers in puberty the young boy told his parents off.

Halfway through the door Hyejin turned around to say, “Call us if there are any problems!”

“Don’t worry, Seungwoo is also coming. I’m sure we’ll manage,” you reassured them while ushering them out, “Just enjoy your anniversary!” "Oh, say hello from us then, yeah?” Jaesung waved one last time before the door closed.

“Finally!” the fourteen years-old exclaimed, making you chuckle. Seeing how his sister started squirming in his lap and hitting his face, you offered to take her while Dongpyo dutifully laid out her blanket on your floor and set up a few toys. “So, your boyfriend is also coming?”

“Yup, I think you’ve only met him once. Remember when we picked you up from dance practice because your mom was in labor? He drove us to the hospital.”

“Oh yeah, but isn’t he too cool for you?”

“Hey, wouldn’t be the other way around?” You played along. “Dohye agrees with me.”

“Nah, he really looked cool driving with one hand and calming you down while you were nervous as a cat.”

Just when you were about to retort the doorbell rang again as if your boyfriend knew you were talking about him. “Dongpyo can you get that, please?” Without further ado the boy got up from the comfy spot and buzzes Seungwoo in. A few moments later he enters, dressed in black ripped jeans and a white tee which was mainly covered by the purple The Rolling Stones hoodie (you got it for him as a birthday present and he claimed it was his favorite piece of clothing ever since).

“Hey guys, I brought some cake!” Seungwoo proudly lifts the white bag with his usual endearing smile. He fist-bumped Dongpyo and walked over to press a chaste kiss on your cheek before he set the cake down on the kitchen counter.

“You should marry him,” Dongpyo’s ogling eyes followed your boyfriend first, then his body. Eager to have some cake, his hands were already reaching out for the white bag when you stopped him. “Dongpyo stop. Let's save the cake for dessert, alright?”

With a pout, the boy looks up at the older guy in hope of him being able to convince you otherwise but the latter apologetically shook his head, “Sorry pal, you heard the boss.” He then proceeded to carefully stored the cake in your refrigerator as Dongpyo dramatically put his head between his hands.

—

About half an hour into the babysitting you were sitting down on your floor, watching Dohye grabbing colorful wooden bricks and stacking them on top of each other. Sometimes she would even chuck them in your direction as if to tell you that you should do the same.

Meanwhile the two boys sat comfortably on the couch as Dongpyo showed some of his dance covers on his phone but also a few viral video clips he saw on social media, both unable to hold back their laughter. By now they have become close mentally - as well as physically. They were leaning onto each other, leaving no space between them, and Seungwoo had one of his arms draped over the boy’s narrow shoulders. It was a position you were very familiar with.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen this video of a ferret dancing? It’s soooo cute,” Dongpyo leaned down from the couch to show you his phone screen whereas Seungwoo held onto his shirt so he wouldn’t fall down. Mimicking the ferret’s movements with Dohye’s rattle in your hand, you answered, “Yes, I replayed it so, so many times and even sent it to Seungwoo.”

Enticed by the rattle, the little baby dropped the blue brick and started crawling towards you. With open arms you welcome the girl as she climbed in your lap, willingly handing the rattle over. Immediately Dohye aggressively shook the toy and filled the room not only with rhythmic rattling but also joyous laughter.

Feeling your lower back starting to hurt from sitting on the ground, you scooted over to lean against the couch with Dohye safely pulled against your front. “Wow, this is funny haha!”

When you craned your neck to see what Dongypo was laughing about, you realized that Seungwoo’s eyes had been set on you. It seemed like he was in a daze, the way he smiled so fondly at the sight of you holding and playing with the baby.

The image of you and him having a baby of your own crossed his mind ever since he walked through the door today and saw you two together and truth to be told he liked it - a lot.

His hand then slowly reached out for your head and gently stroked your hair, careful not to get any strands tangled with his rings. Enjoying the calming feeling, you returned his sweet gesture with a genuine smile that made his heart flutter like the first time he met you.

This intimate moment didn’t last long, though, as Dohye suddenly began to cry. “Oh no, what’s wrong, Dohye?” You picked her tiny body up and smelled her diaper. “Well, it doesn’t seem like you need your diaper changed.”

“I bet she’s hungry, Y/N” Dongpyo said as he put his phone down. “Can you get the baby food from bag, please?” You slowly got up from your place and rocked the girl back and forth in hope of calming her down. “Shh, don’t cry. Your big brother is getting your food right.”

“I got it! It says that it needs to be heated up in the microwave for a minute to a minute and a half,” the boy read the instructions and walked over to your kitchen. However, he struggled to open the glass so Seungwoo offered to help him, “Here, let me.”

He then opened the little glass on his first try and proceeded to put it in your microwave as he already knew his way around your kitchen. “Oh, I think this might be a little too hot?” Seungwoo worried after taking the glass out and rolling it between his hands.

“Let’s stir the heat out and wait a little then... Dongpyo, is there perhaps a baby bib in the bag too?”

All of you made your way back into the living room, you sitting down on the couch with a still crying baby and joined by Seungwoo while Dongpyo looked for the baby bib. Tying it around her neck turned out to be a bit harder than expected since she started to squirm around.

After finally succeeding, you decided to switch with Seungwoo so you could feed the little girl. You carefully blew on the small spoon as Dohye watched you with big eyes and drool coating her mouth already. Ten minutes later the glass is empty and a big content smile grazed the girl’s lips.

“Wow, you eat really well, huh?” You wiped her mouth with the bib and booped her little nose. “You come after your dad, I guess.”

—

“Are you sure you don’t need me to help you cook?”

“I’ll manage. Just watch the kids, honey” You couldn’t help but giggle at your own cheesy words and squeezed his muscular arm before sending him back into the living room. As soon as you calmed Dohye down, the next kid started to complain about being hungry. This whole situation made you feel like it was your little family.

Before you could indulge further into your imagination, you diverted your attention to the ingredients in front of you to cook pasta. While the noodles were boiling, you were busy cutting onions and carrots for the sauce when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle. Shortly after his head hovered next to yours, “Looks good, babe.”

“There is nothing to see yet,” you playfully nudged him, yet he pulled you closer against his body. “Wasn’t talking about the food,” Seungwoo then cheekily pressed his lips against the side of your face and proceeded to steal a few slices of carrots, running back before you could stop him.

Looking over your shoulder you saw that he was sharing the stolen goods with none other than Dongpyo, both a giggling mess. In your eyes the two were like a real father-son duo and you began to wonder what it would be like if you two were to start a family. A blush bloomed on your cheeks, yet you pushed the thought back to focus on cooking again.

As soon as you served the pasta, Dongpyo came rushing and very eager to dig in. You left the TV on and put on a children’s show to entertain Dohye while the rest of you enjoyed dinner.

“I’m so fuuuuull! Thank you for the meal, Y/N,” Dongpyo said as he lazily rubbed his tummy and closed his eyes for moment. “Too full for the cake, though?” Seungwoo asked the boy across him, raising his eyebrow. At his words, Dongpyo’s eyes opened with a twinkle in them, “Never!”

While you put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, Seungwoo was already taking out new plates and of course: the long-anticipated cake. “I hope you like cherries, Dongpyo,” your boyfriend presented three chunky pieces of cake covered in pink and white frosting with little cherries on top. “Voila, the cake is really delicious. I tried one piece with Seungsik today,” he winked at you and forked a bite-sized piece, raising it to your mouth.

You welcomed the sweet taste as the frosting melted on your tongue, humming in agreement. Just when the three of you sat down on the couch again, the baby started crawling towards your boyfriend and grabbed his sturdy leg to pull herself up, her eyes set on the pink and white delicacy. Seungwoo quickly put his plate on the coffee table and picked the girl easily up.

“Aigoo, do you want some?” You two only laughed when she stretched her short arms towards your plate and almost lunged at it, only to be held back by your co-babysitter. You scooped a small amount of the frosting on your pinky and placed it against her plump limps which she gladly took.

“Oh Y/N, be careful of her-”

“Ouch!”

Dongpyo’s warning came a little too late as you massaged your poor finger, while Dohye somehow managed to giggle innocently yet diabolically at the same time (in that moment she reminded you a lot of her brother).

—

“Do you want to see my new dance routine?”

“Weren’t you too full to move just now?” You questioned the young boy.

“It’s all good now. I don’t think I will throw up.”

“Well, that’s very reassuring.”

Soon your small living room turned into a stage as Dongpyo prepared several dance covers of girl groups. His little sister started to jump up and down on the couch, with Seungwoo holding her arms, to cheer him on. He even managed to persuade Seungwoo to join him who acted hesitant at first but matched the teenager’s energy once he got up.

You and Dohye clapped as soon as the little showcase ended. The two guys plumped down on the couch, slightly out of breath. Seungwoo wasted no time to strip himself off his purple hoodie, leaving him in his loose white tee. The tattoos adorning his milky skin caught the younger one’s attention, “Wow Seungwoo, you have tattoos? Y/N, your boyfriend is soooo cool!”

He then put his index finger under his chin, “I think I’m getting tattoos, too, when I’m older. They look so cool on you.” At this you two couldn’t stifle your laughter, earning a confused look from Dongpyo. But who could blame you? It was very hard to imagine such a sweet, baby-faced boy to get tattoos inked on his skin.

“Sure thing, buddy,” Seungwoo ruffled the boy’s hair, unable to hold back his smile.

“Oh, but it hurts a lot, right? Maybe I won’t get any after all...” Dongpyo leaned back against the couch, hugging the cushion tighter.

—

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you took care of the mess in your kitchen but when you returned to your living room, you discovered a sleeping baby lying on top of your boyfriend’s chest. Your heart melted at this sight and the corners of your mouth immediately tugged upwards. Wanting to capture the sweet moment, you took your phone out and wasted no time to get a few shots of the two, careful not to disturb them.

Just when you crouched down next to the couch to get an up-close shot, your knee joints betrayed you. The pop seemingly woke up your boyfriend from his slumber as his eyes slowly opened and you were met with warm, brown orbs.

Catching you red-handed, Seungwoo cracked a smile and whispered, “What are you doing, babe?”

“You two look so adorable, I just couldn’t resist!” You smiled sheepishly and began to stroke his hair with your free hand, pushing a few strands away from his eyes.

“Mh, as much as I’m enjoying this, I think my back might kill me soon,” he softly spoke with his eyes closed again, welcoming your gentle touch. “C’mon, let’s put her in my bed.”

Seungwoo clutched the little girl closer to his chest and slowly got up without making any noise. He pushed her a little upwards so she could rest her head on his shoulder. You walked ahead, opening the two doors for him, and pulled the blanket aside to let him put Dohye down. Then you tucked her safely in and placing your stuffed bunny, which Seungwoo had won for on your first arcade date, next to her.

The two of you sneaked out of your bedroom, leaving the door ajar just in case she woke up. Now standing in the small hallway, Seungwoo wrapped his arms around you from behind, putting just a little bit of his weight on you. “My back still hurts from your small couch; you should carry me like this,” you could basically hear his pout above your head.

“Shut up, my couch is not that small. It’s just because you are stupidly tall!” You hushed him as you wriggled in his arms to turn around and playfully pinched his cheeks. There was a shift in his eyes; usually he would retort that you were ‘stupidly small’ but this time he just gazed at you, eyes filled with adoration.

With your chests pressing against each other, you were not quite sure whether it was your heart that was racing or his. Maybe it was both of yours but it didn’t matter, anyways.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked in a small voice, your index finger now tracing his dimple instead.

“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby,” Seungwoo confessed and smiled innocently at you. Heart skipping a beat, you were slightly flustered by his unexpected answer and felt your ears heat up.

“You would be a great dad.” Before he could react, you got on your tiptoes and simultaneously pulled his face a little bit down to meet him with a brief, yet sweet peck on the lips.

Once you released his face and let your hands slide down to the juncture between his shoulders and neck, you felt his arms tighten around your body and tugging you even closer to him. Being not satisfied with the peck, he leaned in for another kiss.

His warm lips melted against yours and you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach like it was the very first time. As your lips moved against his, you could feel him smiling into the kiss. There was still a faint taste of cherries lingering on his lips adding to the sweet and addictive kiss. For a moment you forgot about everything because being in his arms just felt right.

“Wow, it’s like my parents never left,” a sudden voice exclaimed from behind you. The two of you shyly pulled away from each other and looked at the intruder. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

With that being said, Dongpyo quickly disappeared into your bathroom. You were slightly embarrassed by getting caught but to make you blush even more, Seungwoo then said, “I want to have a kid like him later, haha.”

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Their parents came back around 9pm. Dohye was still fast asleep in your bedroom, by now cuddling with your stuffed bunny, while the three of you watched an episode of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bokjoo.

“You guys came back early! How was your dinner?”, you asked them as you let the couple in. “Oh, it was wonderful and the food was really delicious. You two should check out the restaurant sometime,” Hyejin gushed. “Anyways, we called it a night early because I missed my babies too much.”

She wasted no time to pull her son into her side and ruffle his fluffy hair, eliciting a soft whine from him.

“Ah, I almost forgot! We’ve got you a little gift,” the woman nudged her husband who pulled out a small white box from his paper bag. “It’s from our favorite chocolatier. But it’s only a small gift so whenever you have time, come over and we will make you a nice meal to thank you properly, yeah?”

“Alright, let’s go home now. I think we’ve bothered you enough for tonight,” your cousin chimed after putting his little girl in her carrier and giving the two of you a hug.

Once you closed the door behind them, Seungwoo pulled you into his arms again. Just before he could say anything, a yawn escaped his mouth.

“Are you tired?”

“Mhm, just a little bit.”

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes lovingly gazing into yours again like earlier.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Seungwoo rummaged through your closet, looking for a comfortable shirt amidst all the t-shirts that you’ve either got or stole from him. Finally, his eyes set on a grey oversized tee which you actually could wear as a dress. Stripping off his slightly sweaty shirt, he welcomed the new soft fabric that no longer smelled like his cologne but by now had picked up your sweet scent.

When he joined you in the bathroom, you were already brushing your teeth whilst scrolling through your Instagram feed. He made his way behind you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror because the pink shirt that he’s been missing for the past week just happened to be engulfing you in that moment. But how could be upset when you looked like an angel to him?

Before you could grab your hair yourself, Seungwoo gently pushed them back and held them for you so they wouldn’t get in your way until you were finished with your routine. Once he started with his routine, you sat down on the edge of your bathtub. Waiting for him, you went through your gallery and took a look at the photos from earlier again.

“What’chu shmiling at?” He asked you with a mouth full of foam, watching through the mirror.

“Just the pics of you and Dohye sleeping together. They are really cute, I think I’m gonna post one of them!” You excitedly stood up and stayed by his side, holding your phone in front of him whilst swiping and showing him your favorite snapshots.

After he was done with his own routine, the two of you wasted no time to snuggle up in the comfort of your bed. Like every other night you rested your head on his shoulder with his arms secured round your frame as if you could easily slip away anytime. A pleasant silence fell over you, only your shallow breaths were audible.

Your eyes were fixated on a sliver of light that shone through your blinds, unable to close your eyes and succumb to the sweet promise of sleep yet. The image of Seungwoo and the kids wouldn’t leave you alone. Sure, you’ve seen him plenty times playing with his own nephew already but today felt different.

“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby.”

His words kept repeating and repeating themselves in your head.

“What’s on your mind?” Seungwoo spoke so softly, it was barely a whisper. He started gently stroke your hair as he slightly turned his head towards you, his lips now almost brushing your temple.

“Just thinking about what you said earlier...” You tilted your head, meeting his eyes in the dark. “You know, what it’d be like if we had a baby, and I can’t stop thinking about it – but in a good way!”

If you had looked a little bit closer, you would have seen that his gaze softened even more at you rambling about how he would spoil the baby to death or you two dressing up your child like a model, making it the most fashionable baby out there.

“The thought of a baby really doesn’t scare me anymore. Especially when I have you by my side,” you confessed. Instead of teasing you for corny confession, he pushed his body off the bed and hovered above you, his head already diving in to claim your lips.

Seungwoo didn’t say a word during your ramble but he put all his feelings into the kiss and you knew – he didn’t need to say it aloud because you knew he felt the same. His right hand caressed your face, thumb going over the apple of your cheek.

“I really like the sound of that,” his lips stretched into a smile before the landed right on your temple.

Suddenly his smile turned smug, “We could try making one right now.”

“Oh, shut up!”

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The next morning you checked your notifications only to find yourself chuckling at them.

ssunhwa: oh I didn’t know I was an aunt already

pyopyoson: huh is that black mob of hair mine? anyways, I want pics with him too

seungsmile_: just get married already

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dandyvespa · 4 years ago

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Calling All K-Pop Survival Show Trash (I-Land Edition)

What’s good everyone

In the past I have talked about my interest in kpop survival shows and my preferred lineups for shows like Produce 101 X and Youth with You. These such posts got some attention and made me befriend some cool mutuals so I thought why not do more for any other shows I come across so I can also discuss with people and fangirl with them? Though I myself continue to like these shows despite evil editing and clear favoritism from producers/global fans, I still wish to share with you some hardworking trainees that I think you guys would be interested in, especially if ya’ll kpop survival show tl’s are dry and looking to fill the void with something different. Well, I-Land happens to be that different show. Now I know not everyone is a big fan of BigHit or even Mnet for that matter, I do encourage this show because it is a lot different from the format of the Produce series, or any past kpop survival show for that matter. The standard for ranking trainees is not entirely up to global votes and the producers in the show give their valuable take. Not only that but their living conditions, music choices, and selected trainees are very distinct and refreshing in my opinion. Not only that but you have big names like Rain, Zico, Bang PD, IU, and much more contributing to the show to create the best global kpop group.

Now when posting this I realized I should have done this earlier because the show is already on its second part hehe. I-Land is split up into two parts so I’m just gonna give a brief rundown. The first part of I-Land involves these 23 trainees that all arrive individually or within groups to do this isolated and intricate building in the woods. These trainees then go through a series of performances to see who is the most competent member in entering I-Land, this really swanky and high-tech living space fit with training areas, a kitchen filled with a bunch of food, very pristine and spacious dorm rooms, etc. The catch is that only 12 members are only able to be apart of that paradise and will be determined by voting amongst themselves (already pretty political off the bat lol). Those who are unable to attend the I-Land are sent to The Ground, basically a way more downgraded version of I-Land with much fewer resources. This first part basically has these two groups pitted against each other and shifted between the I-Land and The Ground based on this trainee voting system and the producer voting system after completing various tests/competitions. The only time where the global voting system mattered was towards the end of Part 1 in which the global votes determined the 6 trainees eligible from The Ground to be with the other 6 I-Landers (which have been selected to stay by the Producers). These 12 trainees then dive into Part 2 of I-Land which is really the start of the actual competition to make it to the official 7-member debut line. The 12 to 7 members are shaved down again based on a series of tests that will showcase their individual and teamwork skills. This time the voting is completely based on an alternating system of producers and global fans deciding the ranking, the lowest such member being eliminated every other week.

So like I said I should have started this sooner since this show premiered back in June, but because a lot of people are just starting to know about the show because BTS and now Seventeen (Performance Unit) guested or are about to guest on the show (this includes possibly TXT and Gfriend given they are also tied to BigHit), might as well update ya’ll now on why you shouldn’t just be watching just because your ults are there for barely an entire episode. Though I admit that there are shady moments and complaints I have with the show, there is no denying that these trainees that are picked are all really good in their respective areas and are incredibly dead set on becoming idols. Now you may have heard people saying that this show is a “flop” based on Korean ratings. Given I don’t know how tv ratings work in South Korea and know that this show is steered more towards global fans, a number of people I have talked to already about this show just watch on different video sharing websites or apps the next day so subtitles appear or they watch during the scheduled time of the live broadcasting on YouTube which I have to say is SOOOO pleasing for us international folks. Ratings and famous artists contributing to the show aside, I once again stress that you guys should give the show a try just for the sake of getting to know these kids because I feel like with time and practice, even if they don’t make the final lineup, they will achieve their dreams eventually.

Now as much as I want to talk about the entirety of the show, I will once again post my top 7 members down below in the (Keep Reading) section. If ya’ll don’t want spoilers and wish to look up the show first then by all means go ahead! If you guys are curious about the show or even want to scream and talk about the show if you are caught up, please message me ya cuties!

NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO THESE ARE MY TOP 7 I-LAND TRAINEES (SPOILERS POTENTIALLY INCLUDED):

1) Lee Heeseung

No question about it Heeseung is one of my biases on this show and for a good reason. This boy, a former BigHit trainee, is considered the ace of the show, an all-rounder who so far has shown stability in both dance and vocals (have yet to see rap being portrayed a lot in this show, but the producers, specifically Bang and Pdogg have said he really excels in rap and it was strange to them because he entered the show to focus more on vocals lol). Not only that but he is selfless, a trainee that has been putting a lot of his fellow members first and sacrificing his own time to help them or steer them in the right direction. Bro is also dorky and a total crackhead behind the scenes of I-Land lol. As of part 2 I believe he is the trainee with the most seniority, as in years of training. Despite showing his playful side here and there, he seems to be the most well-spoken and mature of the trainees, putting him as a major candidate to become a leader. It is just a bonus that he looks this good too! At this point in the show, it would be insane for anybody to not include Heeseung in their final debut lineup predictions. Plus this is legit Bang PD’s favorite son ya’ll already know.

2) Park Sunghoon

Ah the little ice prince! Another former BigHit trainee (and my second bias lol), Sunghoon is incredibly charismatic and knows how to show the right facial expressions on stage. I honestly kind of see him as a dark horse in the show. His vocals are pretty decent and he can really keep up in dancing. Overall just so hardworking, and it definitely shows because he really has been consistent through the show! It’s pretty known he is a major visual in the show but a lot of people also like him for his clean-cut and simple personality. He is also very observant of the other members and can be just as doting and selfless as Heeseung. What irks me is that the producers and even some viewers complain that his personality “overlaps” with other members, which is honestly an odd reason to have when considering the debut lineup. He seems quiet at first but the kid can be so hyperactive, funny, and radiates crackhead energy as time goes by in the show, giving us more of his personality to work with. What is more fascinating is that he used to figure-skate for 10+ years and decided to choose this path as an idol after seeing BTS. He is also determined to show his parents that they shouldn’t have doubted him and that he took the right path and I just love that. Please look out for him because with his popularity and competence, I am sure he will make it to the lineup!

3) Yang Jungwon

Pack it up ya’ll we found our little maknae of the group who is a cutie and an all-rounder! He is also a dark horse to me, but then again a lot of people consider him to be a “hidden ace” in the show. Jungwon may be one of the youngest members in I-Land but amongst the other younger trainees, but he stands out as the most skilled by a landslide. He excels at singing and is very stable. In fact I think he is one of the few trainees that has a really good singing voice next to Heeseung. He is also really good at dancing as well as free-styling. I think he is also a former BigHit trainee (I... yes I know a lot of my picks just happen to be BigHit trainees but trust me I’m not just being biased lol). I think Jungwon is someone who, though he excels himself, really appreciates his hyungs who he respects and wishes to learn from. Coincidentally, his role model is Jungkook haha. His ability to adjust to concepts, even the most mature ones, is also very astonishing. Hoping that global fans not only see him as a cute kid but as a talented, caring, and hardworking soul. Baby did not quit taekwondo to follow his dreams as an idol too!

4) Jay Park

Ya’ll you see this kid? He is a fighter. A competitor who brings the heat. And behold he is also formerly from BigHit lol, but also SM entertainment! Jay is incredibly skilled at dancing and is very charismatic on stage. I think he is one of the few people who showcased rap pretty decently, but again this show barely showed the rap skills of any of these trainees to really conclude that. The kid has been through a lot of humiliating moments in the show, even coming up with the iconic and meme-worthy line to accept such moments: resentment, anger, humiliation. He has been placed in compromising situations, but he owns up the the situation and accepts responsibilities that no one would. He is not as intimidating as he may want to look as he also very caring and helpful (plus his fear of ghosts is adorable). Even other trainees approach him to teach them choreography or get advice. Also the way he was able to lead the Grounders in the Fire performance made me appreciate him even more since then. I feel like he has the potential to be a great leader for the group as well. He is also honest in what he feels and has no problem stating that to the viewers, but is never someone who whines about not getting his way. His stubbornness will take him all the way to the debut line in my opinion haha. Go hard my sweet potato boy!

5) Jake Shim

Our Aussie boy and the icon of improvement in the show! He happens to be one of the trainees with the shortest training time. Despite this, he has had potential since his entrance test with Crown. Jake has had some rough criticism that lead him to work very hard. In fact he always feared that he may get behind others or not keep up. I think out of all the members--and that is saying a lot because they all really do try their best--he is the one who is the most hard-working and constantly practicing the choreography, even when others are asleep. I also think he has a pretty good vocal range, and it definitely improved since Flicker recently. The fact that he came all the way here to South Korea by himself to achieve his dream of being an idol after witnessing BTS is so brave. I really respect him and his friendship with a lot of the members in I-Land, especially with Sunghoon! I think he will only continue to rise up and gain more traction from the global audience.

6) Kim Sunoo

Sunshine boy coming through! Sunoo came along with Jake and performed Crown together and since then I always thought he had some real talent. This thought was only proven later on, but really set it for me his Save Me performance. Listen his vocals are so promising despite also having a short training period. I honestly think it would rival Heeseung’s vocals. I do think he has room to improve in dance, but he really works for it. He is always so positive and nice to others. He is very modest and eager to learn and I love how he is basically this aegyo king who never cringes at the slightest when he acts like himself. As someone who wishes to be on tv, I hope he gets there. I feel like a lot of people have slept on him because he was mostly known as that one cute kid with adequate skills, but they are far more better than a lot of the trainees since the beginning of the show. His popularity already puts him really up there so I can only hope he just continues to prove himself to the producers because they have already complimented him on his more masculine and skilled side in Fake Love. Fighting my son!

7) K

Our last member is K! Now I have had my eye on K because his visuals really stand out for me, like something out of a comic or drama. Handsomeness aside, K hails from Japan and is the oldest member on the entire show. He is very experienced in choreographing and is undoubtedly one of the best dancers on the show, which was definitely established in the dance unit competition. His vocals are also pretty underrated. I think he that knows how to grab attention and make us wanting more. Now as much as I adore his skills and ability to lead other members in the choreo, I have noticed that he is the type to be very straightforward, and it may come off as intimidating to other members. I am not sure if this is just South Korean etiquette of respecting elders and just trying really hard not to upset them, but the way that members have had their fair share of discussing issues with how K just turns icy whenever he doesn’t see things his way or makes a mistake leading them to be frightened to the point of not being able to chime in with their thoughts is very alarming. I get that no one wants to step on his toes further, but I hope this attitude and relationship doesn’t persist. I like K and I can see that he dotes on other members and helps them out as much as he can, but sometimes his hypocritical and isolated attitude gets the better of him. Now granted this may be a result of MNET’s evil editing, but seeing all these trainees share their uneasy thoughts regarding him makes me feel another way. Even when these issues happen, it ends up with him having to talk it out with his members and reflect, which is highly appreciated. Even the producers feel like K is important and is promising in his ad-libs and skill set. May he recover from all these issues and keep himself together!

HONORABLE MENTION:

★ Hanbin

I thought I would add an additional member that I have been on the fence about if one of these other potential trainees do not make it, especially considering I am a bit scared of K’s placement due to global fans being easily persuaded by how MNET edits their shit. I actually have never laid eyes on Hanbin since the entire first half of the show because he was always in The Ground. After seeing him lose confidence their I was scared if he would ever recover. Luckily, he opened up this time around! Not only do I see him acting more like this sweet older brother towards the other trainees, especially in times of conflict like with K and Niki, but he has really been standing out with his dance and vocal skills. I already know he used to be part of a Vietnamese cover dance group, but I never knew how stable and clear his vocals were. Though I don’t think he is as stand out as other members in these skills, he definitely showed more of his confidence and improvement since Part 1. I was honestly wondering why so many people have been hyping him and I guess I was the one wrongfully sleeping on him and his hidden talents heh. I also hope he is getting more recognition now and it would be nice to see another member who is outside of South Korea appear in the group, especially since Bang PD is going for a global group. Call me a Hannie now lol.

ALRIGHT end of this thread. Again feel free to talk to me about the show or finally start watching the show. Even though I did not list your favorite, understand this is my personal debut lineup. This in no way means I am hating on any of the other members. I think they all have what it takes if they were all able to get casted onto this show, and I hope they eventually will. Given that I was looking for much more trainees that caught my eye, have had experience, a good personality, a natural and improved skill set, and just an overall good connection with them, these were the trainees I was most enticed by. It is pretty set like this and I doubt it will change, but who knows. Thanks for taking the time to read this and I hope check out the show or continue to stream it! <3

#iland #I-land #k #sunghoon #sunoo #heeseung #jay #jake #hanbin #jungwon #bighit #kpop #kpop survival show #opinions #debut #lineup #mnet #tv shows #text post

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valkavavaart · 4 years ago

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hi im bored so im doing an oc thing

i decided i wannan do this w multiple soooo im going wwww ophelia, alice, and beatrice thats all bye

1. how easy is it to make them angry? do they show their anger or hide it?

ophelia - it's kinda easy to get under her skin, and she holds a grudge so if u piss her off then she won't forget it. but also she doesn't really ACT on grudges, she'll just be a little rude next time u talk to her. she doesnt really show much emotion but does kind of having a permanent :| or >:| on her face, so she'll look annoyed even if she isn't...

beatrice - generally just being rude or annoying will make her mad, but she gets over things within seconds and doesn't take people all that seriously to begin with, so it's not like pissing her off will do much. she'll be like pouty and tell u to knock it off, but she also doesnt rlly care

alice - it's difficult to make alice mad. like you have to be SO annoying or hurt him in such a drastic way for him to get pissed. usually when hes mad hes still all smiley and happy tho so he'd kinda just be >:)

2. do they believe in soulmates

ophelia - she believes in them in the sense that one person may have multiple people that can come into their lives and be considered a soulmate bc nothing is permanent and blah blah blah she doesnt rlly care tho

beatrice - she doesn't believe in soulmates but enjoys soulmate au fanfiction

alice - he definitely believes in soulmates and fate drawing people together, but is conistantly disappointed when he finds out people he like arent destined to stay with him

3. do they have any pet peeves?

ophelia - people with no concept of personal space (unless theyre like merrick or one of her close friends)

beatrice - ppl who eat w their mouth open

alice - the sound of violins

4. do they have a happy place? somewhere they go in their heads when they need to relax?

ophelia - oph just goes to the library man

beatrice - she doesnt need one bc shes always vibing

alice - when the man needs to relax hes either drunk as hell or hanging out with as many friends as he can get together, spending time alone with his thoughts is literally a nightmare for alice

5. at what stage of their life were they the happiest?

ophelia - the current stage of her life

beatrice - there hasnt been a stage where beatrice hasnt had fun :) she doesnt have anything to worry about!

alice - the current stage of his life

6. at what stage of their life were they the least happy

ophelia - the ages of 12-17

alice - any time he gets to the point in a relationship where he breaks up w someone and then he goes into "my life sucks wahhhh" mode for a few months

7. at a bar are they more likely to buy someone a drink, or have someone buy them a drink?

ophelia & beatrice - have someone else buy them a drink

alice - buy someone a drink

8. have they ever broken any bones? if yes, how?

ophelia - when her powers manifested at the age of 12, oph lost the ability to feel physical pain which lead to her straining herself more. she'd get into accidents or push herself too hard because she couldn't feel that it hurt and wold get injured through that (and she still does, but she has more knowledge of her limits now) so i guess she wouldve broken some bones through stuff thanks to that.

beatrice - never ever broken a bone!! she drinks a lot of milk to keep her bones STURDY :)

alice - has broken like his arm or fingers or just anything in that area due to a fight or something. he'll probably have broken a leg at some point too. again, probably in a fight. or maybe he fell out a tree. who knows.

9. do they have any memories/experiences they'd rather forget?

ophelia - she generally wants to brush most of her teen years away and forget things relating to her family, but also cant bring herself to hate them despite how garbage they are, so,

beatrice - there are probably a few conversations she's had with alice and percy that she's like to never remember ever again

alice - he cherishes all his memories, good or bad! he always thinks that he can learn from his mistakes and hardships! even though all he does is repeat the exact same things over and over and o

10. what is their favourite memory from their childhood?

ophelia - although her parents have always been cold to her, they used to go camping when she was about 9-10ish, and she always enjoyed spending time with her siblings around then.

beatrice - in the method she had been created she technically never was a child um. but in her early life, she enjoyed hanging out with levi! :D

alice - haha

11. do they have a "type" that they are usually attracted to?

ophelia - no

beatrice - bea will generally befriend anyone if theyre cute or theyre like her guy friends. as for a partner, she wants someone thats at LEAST a head taller than her normal form (her regular form is 5'5"), they need to be someone that likes hugs, someone who would coddle her, someone who would cosplay with/for her, someone who would buy her things..

alice - his "type" is just "someone interesting", but he thinks all people are interesting in their own right- you have to be SUUUUUUPER boring for him to not be into you in some way.

12. do they have any favourite possessions?

ophelia - ALL her alien plushies (most of which were gifts from merrick)

beatrice - everything inside her wardrobe

alice - cleaver

13. do they have any tattoos? if no, would they ever consider getting one?

ophelia - she doesn't have any, and doesn't really want one, but she's seen some real cool space ones, and--

beatrice - tattoos vanish when she changes her form unless she focuses REALLY hard on keeping it there, so she's given up on trying to get one to be permanent.

alice - he doesn't have any, but thinks that getting a sleeve would be cool. he doesn't have any idea for what he wants, though, so he hasn't bothered getting one. he also gets worried that if he gets one of his current aesthetic, he'll get bored of it and have to do something drastic to remove it.

14. do they have any piercings? if no, would they ever consider getting any?

ophelia - has her ears pierced

beatrice - doesn't want piercings, wears clip-on earrings

alice - wants a tongue piercing r belly-button piercing maybe.. and ear piercing might also be cool...

15. what is their dream house like?

ophelia - she'd like to live in a small town on the coast or something.. she doesn't really mind living in a small house since it'd just be her and merrick. but also if she had a house with an observatory, she'd love that a LOT. generally just wants somewhere nice and laid back.

beatrice - due to her void realm taking the form of whatever she wants, she has her dream home! it's literally just an apartment with a few rooms, but it has enough space for all the stuff she wants.

alice - he's in a similar position to Beatrice in that he already has his own dream place bc teehee void realm. He's a little more selfish in that he gave himself a big house with lots of space and rooms for him to fill with stuff- but also he wanted somewhere big so that all his friends could stay with him :)

16. what is something about them that people would not expect just by looking at them?

ophelia - UHHH just how lazy she is, probably.. woman barely tolerates having to jog somewhere please let her sit down

beatrice - idk probably the fact she befriends murder boys like alice

alice - all the music he listens to is like crazy frog and caramelldansen

17. how good are they at choosing gifts for others?

ophelia - she'll either just outright ask you what you want, or she'll give you money or a gift card, she doesn't like having to guess for people

beatrice - she literally picks gifts for other people based on what SHE likes.. like she'll get u something cause she tinks it's cute it doesn't matter if u've ever mentioned it before

alice - if ur his friend then he will have a list of all ur interests in the back of his brain at all times and does a pretty good job picking out gifts thanks to that

18. do they have a certain skill that they're particularly proud of?

ophelia - she's very good at researching things and digging up information that a lot of people can't find so she thinks that's kind of epic for her

beatrice - she's good at dancing, video games, and memorizing things. she will show off these skills as much as she can.

alice - umm... eyeball removal...?

19. how would a stranger they just met describe them?

ophelia - UHHHH... she's just polite to strangers so i think she'd be described as just that?? she doesnt really leave lasting impressions on people

beatrice - cute, bubbly, maybe super annoying

alice - friendly? :D

20. how would a close friend they've known for a long time describe them?

ophelia - kinda stupid but really cute

beatrice - just a lil ray of sunshine :)

alice - if you're asking like.. kai or beatrice then it's "he's cute and fun and pretty and nice to hang out with!!" but if youre asking like percy or nero then its "hes creepy and gross and im gonna beat his ass"

#vivi yells #oc #ophelia #alice #beatrice #long post #literally just me talking

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the-coolest-mallard · 5 years ago

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Like a Kickass Guy | ASC

Louie gets high at Mei’s party and texts Nemo and Tae.

@justkeepdancing-nemo @moon-yeongtae

Louie: holy shit u guyyyyyy Louie: shit has been going dowwwwwwwwn. Or upside down? down and up really lol Louie: i may not have muscles n shit but guess WHAT I DID Tae: hulked out and killed someone? Louie: woah man no! Duuuuuude have u seen me? impossible Louie: i'm too cute to go to jail yet Louie: i mean EVER Louie: im too cute to go to jail EVER Louie: did a keg stand lol. sorta Tae: whoa nice Tae: how you feelin? Louie: a m a z i n g Louie: you won't BELIEVE how good i am Louie: i felt like IRON - no. i felt like CAPTAIN AMERICA. LIKE A KICK ASS Louie: GUY Tae: nice dude i'm glad ur having fun Tae: is mark there Louie: he was here somewhere. he asked me to come Louie: dunno where he went. maybe he's with johnny idk Louie: but who cares lol Louie: i'm great Louie: no more sads Tae: wow you're really drunk huh? Louie: nooooooooooooo Louie: haha I was gonna drink Louie: but then this weird girl showed up Louie: and now i'm super

Tae: but you said you did a keg stand Tae: that's like drinking isnt it? Louie: is it? i thought it was just a hand stand on a keg lol Louie: who knows? not me Tae: i mean i guess Tae: what weird girl Louie: idk blond. weird. she wanted me to CHEAT ON MARK WTF Louie: i mean she seriously helped me out but also Louie: wtf Louie: weird. so weird. but we went to the bathroom and she Louie: gave me t his stuff n i'm like Louie: wow i mean i can't stop talking Louie: i think I've said some seriously stupid shit Tae: wait Tae: what? Louie: what? i didn't tell you anything stupid did I? Louie: i don't think i did. thank god. imaigngi f i told u that Louie: lololol i'd die forever Tae: louie what are you taking about what stuff Louie: stuff? which stuff Louie: im not tellig Tae: what did she give you Louie: ohhhhhhhhhhh Louie: oh i can tell u that haha Louie: she called it all kinds of weird stuff like snow white or whatever which is bizarre af but whatever Louie: i like sniffed it and it felt super whack Tae: LOUIE WHAT THE FUCK Louie: and then it was like Louie: wow Louie: idk man i wanted to not feel sad and i feel good now Tae: holy shit what the fuck i cannot believe Tae: louie that was so dumb Louie: you're so dumb! Louie: no that's not true Louie: you're my faovriedgof person ever Tae: where the fuck is nemo why isn't he here to tell you how stupid that was where are you Tae: you're at mei's right Louie: yeh i crashed lol Louie: well no mark and johnny wanted to crash Louie: and since mark's been cool and let me stay at his place i was like Louie: well i should probs go Tae: yeah well THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD'VE FUCKING DONE COKE OR WHATEVER YOU DID jesus fuck Nemo: wait wtf did i just read Tae: yeah Tae: i have to go fucking get him Louie: why are you maddddd? im not bugging anyone! i'm having fun! Nemo: wait whats going on! Nemo: louie are you okay? Louie: i'm FINE Louie: i'm super Nemo: he did cocaine? Louie: super human Tae: he's at mei's party and he fucking YES Louie: you could say Louie: ughhh stop making this so big Tae: do you know how many kids my brother had to see in the hospital bc of drugs louie? Nemo: yeah that stuffs really bad Nemo: its human chemicals Nemo: do you feel okay? are you dizzy? Louie: do you know what else is bad? life. being sad. freddie mercury leaving too soon. presidents. earthquakes Nemo: louie D: Louie: tthe hunger games Tae: hey louie seriously how are you feeling like Tae: in your body Louie: that's a weird thing 2 akks dud Louie: im fine! Tae: okay but like Tae: if u close ur eyes and like idk try to feel what's happening like is your heart beating really fast? do you feel like puking? do you feel like you're moving? Louie: oh i mean yeah lol Louie: my heart is skipping faster n when i Louie: wait i gotta shut up shut up Nemo: tae yah is that bad? Nemo: would jun hyung know? Tae: i'm asking him right nwo Louie: so fussy you guys are fussy im gooood Nemo: louie just keep texting u ok Louie: look how good i am Louie:

Nemo: very pretty Tae: yeah gorgeous how's your breathing Louie: wouldnt u like 2 kno Louie: how's your butt Louie: bet its still kicckable Tae: you have literally never kicked my ass at anything Tae: nemo does your appa know about this stuff? you probably shouldn't ask him huh? Louie: DON'T AOISFJPDOGN Nemo: its human drugs Nemo: so not really Louie: 4 THE LOV OF GOD Louie: that guy lredy probs haaaaaates me Nemo: his magic wouldnt work either i dont think Louie: im a toxin to freidn parnets Nemo: yeah if he ever finds out we woudl be banned from being in the same school i think he'd transfer me to that catholic place and appa hates catholicism Nemo: this is why you shouldnt do drugs louie :heart: dont yu wanna keep being my friend Louie: :cry: :cry: :cry: Louie: you're my best mate wgodidpsdggdfh Louie: you too tae Tae: wow rude Tae: oh okay Louie: wow Louie: dont be such a bitch tae Tae: well you started it when you did cocaine Louie: i used to think u were the coolest but maybe im demoting u n promoing Louie: nemo Louie: nemo ur the new hottie Tae: the what Louie: what? Tae: louie i'm coming to get you Louie: whyyyyy the partys still partying Louie: ppl be FITIN Louie: man ud fit right in with your muscle bod Louie: well cept one fitghts girls Tae: where are you in the house Louie: idk the dance place. the life space Louie: where everyone is? Nemo: is jun going too? Nemo: aghaldkfjaskldfj Tae: yeah Louie: wait wait wait wait wait Nemo: ugh im sorry i cant be there Louie: where u going Nemo: louie im so sorry just keep texting us Louie: no Louie: i should dkslefadkad Tae: hey louie what's your favorite queen song Louie: skedlolde Louie: what? ohhhhh wow tough choice man i mean Louie: there are soooo many good SONGS Louie: lately i've been listening 2 somebody to love a lot cause i been dfpsogdpsjsd Louie: buuuuuut Tae: i like don't stop me now Louie: that's my OTHER FAVORITE Louie: man u vibe so well with me i hate it Louie: ha ha ha Louie: j k this is why we're bffs Nemo: hey queen was on the CD you gave me Nemo: ive been listening to it! Louie: reallyyyyy? did you like it? Louie: hey hey tae tae. taeeeeeeee. tae you should send a slefdie Louie: slefit Louie: sel fie Nemo: course! i love it Nemo: maybe i'll pick a song and choreo a dance for it Tae: you want a selfie? Louie: oooooo yes please nemo Louie: and def yes pls tae Louie: do smehthing cute Nemo [deleted]: ugh louiealkf Nemo: where's mark again? Nemo: im gonna text mark Louie: idkkkkkkk Tae:

Louie: he went to do some stuff with johnny Louie: woahhhhhhhhh Louie: waogdisjdpsgjosg Louie: shit Tae: that's me coming to get ur dumb ass Louie: wait ur coming to get me? Louie: shit shit shit wait i gotta skedoled Louie: skedadled Tae: what? Louie: well much as i think ur great im ok Louie: also i thinkk hoooo shit Louie: gotta ifnd a window lol Tae: louie if you don't stay there i will fucking murder you Tae: i'm serious Louie: deth by tae or tdeth by uncle d when he fins out Louie: shit mn if i stay its a double featur Nemo: :/ Nemo: please louie, we're worried about you Nemo: we love you! we just want to make sure you're okay Tae: yeah Tae: you're gonna stay the night with me okay Louie: oh god Tae: it'll be great Louie: hahaahahahahahaha Louie: N E M O Louie: tell him why i suddenly Louie: sgosigdsgsdg Nemo: louie i think you should Nemo: um drink water Louie: im good ill just find Louie: makr Louie: mark Nemo: that's also good please find mark Louie: n go to his place? Tae: what did i say Nemo: nothing he's on drugs Tae: i said stay put Louie: im really good thouuuugh Louie: n mark will look out for me Louie: marks nce Tae: well mark left u alone and you did cocaine so i mean not that that's his fault i'm just saying Nemo: ugh what if mark did cocaine Nemo: u dont think mark did cocaine did he Louie: dont blae me him 4 ME BEING ME Tae: DID MARK DO COCAINE Louie: honestly i dont dieossgodkh Louie: NO Tae: fuck Nemo: he might not have! we dont know Louie: i dont deesrve mrk naywayl ol Tae: nemo never do cocaine please Nemo: i cant see mark lee doing cocaine unless someone told him it was fun dip Louie: he n johnny were just doing fun stuff 2gether Tae: lmfao Nemo: id probably DIE if i did cocaine so dont worry ahha Nemo: big no no for fairies Louie: speaking of immenditd death Louie: we sure windows r no go Nemo: which is why u shouldnt do it solidarity c'mon louie Tae: if you aren't there when i get there i will be very upset Nemo: he will be Nemo: wont u louie Louie: im scared i dont want the lady 2 yell at me Louie: pls i wanna leave Tae: I'm almost there Louie: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD= Louie: what if i hid in the bathroom Nemo: its gonna be okay louie :heart: Nemo: just um, sing a little queen Louie: no its not ill be ded 4ever n dragged home n stuck with my asshole fam n never escape n ded Nemo: you won't be dead you'll be safe Louie: shit someone said its the COPS Louie: im double triple dead Louie: n thats bullshit Louie: my fam isnt safe they suuuuuuuck Tae: WHERE ARE YOU Tae: fuck there are so many people Louie: trapped in the prison of xistance Louie: a house of horrs Louie: horors Tae: i'm serious louie i can't find you Louie: just make urself taller Louie: ill see you Tae: i'm gonna yell for you Louie: ok ok ok Nemo: ugh fksjf

#justkeepdancing-nemo #moon-yeongtae #t: like a kickass guy #r: lemo #r: taekwonduck #r: afternoon snack club #tw: drugs #i mean that's a main topic

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literallyusuk · 6 years ago

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Bless You (USUK)

Summary: “Bless you!” a voice calls out.

This time it’s Arthur who jolts at the sound, and he falls over onto his ass.

A little scenario that popped into my head while I was calling my girlfriend~

Can also be found on my AO3, which is linked on the side of my blog! (I’m not sure whether adding links to posts still makes them invisible in searches, but I’d rather not risk it ;;w;; )

Arthur loves the night. The air is still, like it has been during the day these past few hellish weeks, but blessedly cool instead. He has peace to think and space to walk and the cats are out, so what more could he need?

The stars glimmer overhead like so many eyes, his only witnesses. There’s the barest hint of light in the east. Arthur takes a deep breath and just stops on the corner, allowing himself to feel.

He hears a clatter from a few houses down and looks over in time to see a small figure slinking out of the shadow of some bins.

“Hey, lovely,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue softly as he strides over. When he reaches the curb he kneels, one hand outstretched.

The cat unfreezes in the middle of the road and pads towards him. It’s a white and grey ragged-looking thing, but friendly. It purrs as it rubs up against Arthur’s thigh and bumps its nose against his hand.

“You’re a gorgeous boy,” Arthur tells it. He can’t bring out his phone’s torch to check whether it’s actually a male cat, but he figures the cat doesn’t care so there’s no harm done.

He’s still scratching the cat’s back when he has to lean over and sneeze.

“Sorry,” he says when it jumps, but it doesn’t run away.

“Bless you!” a voice calls out.

This time it’s Arthur who jolts at the sound, and he falls over onto his ass. His hand clips the side of the cat’s rump and it yowls and swipes at him before darting away.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and has to wince as he runs a finger over the already puffy skin around his new scratches.

The door to the nearest house opens, spilling a shaft of light onto the street. “Dude, are you okay?!”

Arthur looks up to see someone rushing towards him. At first the other man’s features are cast too deeply in shadow to make out, but once he’s squatting by Arthur’s side, the Brit has a clearer view. Ruffled blond hair, big blue eyes wide with worry, thin glasses perched askew on his nose. Arthur curses again, silently this time.

“That was you?”

“Yeah, I mean I just paused my game and it happened and it was a loud sneeze.”

“It’s also the middle of the night.”

“I’m American,” the guy explains, as if that solves everything. “It’s kinda engrained in me to say it haha.”

“What the fuck,” is all Arthur can say.

“I mean you’re welcome?” the American tries.

“Right. Well…” Arthur shifts and moves to stand, though he pauses at the shocked gasp.

“Dude, you’re bleeding!”

“Yes. Thank you for pointing out the obvious. I’m going to go home now and take care of it.”

“You can come inside my place! It’s closer, right? You should get that disinfected asap.”

Arthur can’t help but to stare.

“…What?”

“Do you really expect me to walk into some stranger’s house in the middle of the night?”

“Oh. Right. Okay, so my name’s Alfred! And I’m in uni for programming and journalism and I promise I’m not a serial killer! There, now I’m not a stranger!” Alfred sticks out his hand. It wilts as Arthur keeps staring. “And I feel really bad cuz it’s my fault you’re hurt so please let me help?”

Arthur bites his bottom lip as he considers. “Alright,” he says eventually. “But be warned if you’re planning on trying anything, I do have a knife on me.”

Alfred’s eyes grow wider. “You do?!”

“You don’t expect me to walk around at night unarmed, do you? As safe as this neighbourhood is, I’d rather not take my chances with getting shanked.”

“Okay. Okay, that’s cool. We’ll just fix you up and you can go whenever you like. Promise.” Alfred unbends his knees and holds a hand out. “C’mon.”

Arthur takes it hesitantly and has to hold in a gasp as he’s yanked to his feet. “I’m Arthur. You’re strong.”

“Oh! Haha, thanks!” Alfred releases his hand and instead paws at the back of his neck. His face has gone decidedly sheepish as he hop-steps back towards his front door.

Arthur’s lips purse and he considers just legging it down the street home anyway. Had he really just said that aloud? But then Alfred’s calling him from the entryway and he trudges forward. Something warm and slick and sticky slides down his wrist. “Have you got kitchen roll or something?” he asks before he crosses the threshold. “I don’t want to drip on your floor.”

“Yeah, give me a second!” Alfred vanishes and reappears within a few seconds, thumping as he barrels to and from the kitchen. He returns with a tea towel, red with the classic white maple leaf embroidered into the corner.

“…This is very nice.” Arthur doesn’t take it.

Alfred waves it in front of his face. “Yeah! It’s my brother’s but he’s gone for a week with his boyfriend so he won’t mind!”

“As in too nice for me to bleed on.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Alfred grabs onto his arm and wraps the tea towel around the wound, ignoring Arthur’s flinching. “It’s red anyway and I’ll do the laundry before he gets back and if he does ask I’ll just tell him it was me!” He shoots Arthur a bright grin before tugging him into the house and shutting the door.

Arthur feels as though he’s being pulled around by an overeager bulldozer. With a sigh, he relaxes into it and allows Alfred to lead the way to the bathroom on the second level. There’s a bedroom downstairs, but it’s void of any signs of being lived in. Two of the four doors upstairs are shut. One of the open ones is the bathroom; the other contains the messiest room Arthur thinks he’s ever seen. Still, he can’t help but pick out a few pieces of expensive tech from the disaster before he’s facing the white tile of the bathroom wall.

“How’s your arm?”

“I think it’s fallen off,” Arthur can’t help but to mutter.

Alfred’s eyes widen for a moment, before he bursts out laughing. “Good one, Arthur, but it’s just a cat scratch!”

They both still as a door opens nearby. A tall, broad, blond-haired man pokes his head into the bathroom, squinting against the light. “What’s going on?”

Alfred’s smiling again. “Hey, Ludwig! Did I wake you? Sorry! The funniest thing just happened-”

“Not that funny,” Arthur says.

Ludwig holds out a hand. “I didn’t ask. I’m sure I’ll hear about it anyway when Matthew and Gil come home.” He squints again as his eyes zero in on the tea towel, but he just shakes his head. “Coffee?”

“Sure! I could use a pick-me-up. Arthur?” Alfred turns to him, eyes bright.

“Uh- I don’t drink coffee.”

“Tea, then?”

“I- I shouldn’t impose much longer.”

Ludwig shrugs. “It’s fine. Earl Grey alright?”

Arthur can’t help but to nod. He’d say this is an odd household, but his own isn’t exactly normal either, with their weekly cook-offs and drunken game nights and crafting sessions. “Thank you.”

“Be in the kitchen when you finish here.” With that, Ludwig shuffles down the stairs.

“Whoops.” Alfred snickers.

“Whoops?”

The American waves the word off. “It’s fine, not the first time I’ve woken the whole house up. We’ve all done it at some point. How’s your arm?”

“You asked that not five minutes ago.”

Alfred just grins some more and unwraps the tea towel, slowing down when he sees Arthur’s wince. “Still fallen off, I see.”

“Ha. Ha.” Arthur scrunches his nose as he looks at the scratches properly in the light. Three lines down the inner side of his wrist, deep for cat scratches and still welling with blood.

“Shit, they’re kind of deep.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

Alfred bites his lip, a furrow between his brows as he rummages around beneath the sink. “I just meant they probably hurt a lot. Sorry for causin’em.”

Arthur frowns as well. He groans softly, leaning his head against the tile. They’re not friends; they’re still barely strangers. He’ll have to watch his tone. “It’s alright,” he says. “It wasn’t intentional.”

“Are you okay?”

And suddenly, wide blue eyes pin him in place again. Arthur has to hold back a smile. “I’m fine. I’ll let you know if I’m not.”

“Okay. It’s just…your posture and stuff.”

“I’m fine,” Arthur repeats, promises, almost.

“Okay.” Alfred finally pulls away from the sink cabinet, a small first-aid kit in hand. He opens the box, then quickly slams it shut, his cheeks pinking.

“Is everything alright?” One of Arthur’s eyebrows shoots up.

“Yeah. Um, warning though. Matt and Gil and I always get joke band-aids, soooo…”

This time Arthur is less successful and his lips curve upwards. He holds a hand out. “Let’s see the damage, then.” The other eyebrow is quick to join the first when he sees the selection of Frozen plasters. “Charming.” Still, he carefully picks through the pile before removing a few with the reindeer on them. “I think these will do fine.”

“I usually go for those too,” Alfred tells him, still sheepish as he replaces the kit. “Here, lemme help clean that.”

“I can do it myself,” Arthur says, but doesn’t stop him.

Alfred’s hands are large and warm as they cup his wrist, cradle it as carefully as a newborn. Not for the first time, Arthur’s struck by how handsome the man before him is, hunched over in concentration with the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips. Arthur has to look away from the scene before his heart actually bursts out of his chest and flings itself at the American’s feet. It’s far too early to deal with feelings, or far too late; he isn’t sure. All he knows is that he hasn’t had remotely enough sleep to stop himself from looking even more like an idiot than he already must have.

“What’s your degree?” Alfred asks after a few minutes of silence.

“I’m doing literature, history, and linguistics.”

Alfred stops his ministrations to gape. “Three? You’re doing all three at once?”

Arthur’s cheeks heat up a bit at the attention. “I- Well, yes. It’s not that impressive, you’re doing a double degree.”

“Yeah, but yours is triple! I didn’t even know you could do that!”

“It’s a special case.” Arthur coughs. “The uni was hesitant to let me do it initially, but I had the grades to persuade them to give me the leeway to design my own course. It’s heavily mentored as well, I have to meet with my personal tutor at least once a month to have a chat about how I’m managing it.”

“That’s awesome!” Alfred’s entire face lights up. “Why’d ya choose to do it?”

Arthur has to look at the tiles again. He can hardly feel it when Alfred starts putting the plasters on; to have such bright, focused energy on him… He’s buzzing with adrenaline and exhausted at the same time. Not to mention that talking about himself had never been one of his strong points. “I’ve always been interested in the history and culture of England and the UK, how it developed and how the language and customs changed. It felt natural to combine the two. But what’s the use in looking at language and culture if you don’t look at the literature of the time? So literature was mixed up in it as well. I was considering tacking on medieval studies to it too, but I think the uni took one look at that plan and nearly had a heart attack.” He gives a small laugh and swallows as Alfred’s hand tightens on his. “I might do more medieval studies as a masters, though. I think that would be a good compromise.” He bites his lip as he finishes, and can’t help fidgeting in his seat as the silence stretches on between them. “…What?” he eventually has to ask.

Alfred jolts a bit, and then the dazzling smile is back. “You’re awesome, man! And I bet top of your class, too!” He laughs. “I think if we were on the same course I’d hate you a bit because of how good you are.”

“I…” Arthur blinks as the words stick in his throat. How is he supposed to reply to that? “You don’t know whether I’m good or not,” he eventually croaks out.

“Are you? Top of your class, I mean.”

There’s no judgement or hostility in Alfred’s eyes, so Arthur relaxes a bit. Takes a deep breath. “Top five for sure, I’d say.”

“I knew it!” Alfred pats his wrist before standing up again, stretching and popping his back. “Anyway, you’re good as new! I think tea and coffee have been ready for a while now, so let’s go down.”

Still feeling as though he was in a haze from Alfred’s exuberance, Arthur just nods and follows him downstairs. He’s able to take a better look around at the ground floor this time. The kitchen and living room are connected, and while they do look lived in, the space is much cleaner than Arthur’s house. He thinks Ludwig might have something to do with it as he watches the man wipe down the countertop around the cups of tea and coffee.

“I didn’t get to introduce myself earlier; I’m Arthur,” he says, cautiously stepping forward.

“Ludwig. The blue mug is yours.”

Arthur ducks around him and picks up the mug. He’s surprised to find milk already in it, and sugar when he takes a taste. “Thank you. How did you…?”

Ludwig shrugs and takes his own mug into the living room. “Most Brits take it the same way. Splash of milk, one or two sugars.”

“I suppose so. It’s nearly traditional at this rate.” Arthur follows him, with Alfred on his heels. Ludwig is sat on the two-seater couch so Arthur perches on an armchair instead, with Alfred taking the other chair. “I am sorry we woke you.”

“It’s fine.” Ludwig shrugs it off again. “I would have woken up with my alarm in about an hour anyway. This just means an earlier start to the day.”

Arthur can’t help but to gape a little. “You wake up at five each morning?” He glances over to Alfred, who has his nose buried in his coffee.

“It helps build character and routine.” Ludwig’s voice is completely serious.

Alfred snickers from his corner. “Plus if you didn’t call Feli to wake him up at eight, he’d never make his classes.”

One of Ludwig’s eyebrows shoots up. “You mean like you this past week?” His tone is quite casual, but it shuts Alfred up quickly.

Arthur lets out a snort. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

“I’m a night owl!”

“So am I, hence the walks at night, but I can still manage to wake up in time.” Arthur’s heart rate spikes after that, but he relaxes again as Alfred whines at him and even Ludwig smiles a little bit. He still feels like he’s very much testing the waters, and a few times the conversation threatens to plunge into awkward silence, but somehow they manage to keep it going until they’ve all finished their drinks. It’s then that Ludwig excuses himself. “It was nice meeting you,” Arthur tells him.

“You too. See you later.”

“So where’s your knife?” Suddenly, Alfred’s right next to him.

Arthur blinks. “In my pocket.”

“Really? Boo, that’s such a predictable place! I thought it was somewhere cool like in your shoe or strapped to your thigh or something!”

“It’d be harder to get to it there, though.” Arthur can’t help shaking his head.

“Oh… I guess you’re right.” Alfred still looks put out by it.

“Would you like to see it?”Arthur offers.

“Your knife?” Alfred immediately brightens…and starts snickering.

“What?”

“Oh yeah, Arthur, I totally wanna see your knife,” Alfred says, waggling his eyebrows.

“…Right, well I’m leaving-” Arthur begins to stand, but stops as Alfred flings a hand out.

“No wait, c’mon, don’t go yet! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise no more!”

Arthur squints at him, but slowly sinks back into the chair.

“Sweet!” Alfred lets out a deep breath and settles down as well, though he can’t quite keep the smile off his face. “I’ll be totally mature, I promise.”

“Hmm.” Somehow, Arthur can’t keep the fondness off his own face, which he thinks is ridiculous. It’s far too early for fondness.

“So can I…see…your knife?” Alfred asks, his voice wavering.

“It’s just a simple switchblade,” Arthur says as he takes it from his pocket. Perhaps the best solution would be ignoring that particular train of thought.

“Can you use it well?” Sobering up at the sight of it, Alfred holds his hand out. He brings it up to his face once it’s in his grasp.

Arthur shrugs. “I can stab someone well enough. Francis and Toni are better at blades in general, rich bastards got to have fencing lessons and the like as children.”

“It’s still cool.” Alfred’s eyes are fixed on the weapon.

“Thanks.” Arthur has to stifle a yawn. “God, I’m starting to get tired.” He glances out the window. “At least the sky is pretty.” It’s a soft, pale pink, fading into deeper blues and purples.

“Oh! You should go home then!” Alfred’s up immediately, returning Arthur’s knife and grabbing the blue mug to take to the kitchen. “Go sleep and stuff.”

Arthur’s a little slow to stand, the tiredness having hit him like a truck. “I will. I’ll be out like a light, probably.” He gives a faint chuckle and stretches, missing how Alfred’s eyes linger on him. “You can go back to what you were doing too.”

“Eh, I was just playing a game with some online buddies. I’ll probably head to bed too.” Alfred follows him out to the front door.

They both shiver as the cool morning air hits them, and Arthur feels more awake again. He breaths out deeply, straining to catch sight of his breath in the air. He turns, about to bid Alfred goodbye, when he notices the way the American’s mouth clicks shut. “…Yeah?”

“Um. Haha, I was just…” Alfred rubs at the back of his neck again, and his cheeks look almost flushed in the light of the hallway. “Uh, wondering whether I could get your number? Cuz- Cuz you seem like a cool guy and all and I still feel bad for scarin’ you and stuff and we should get coffee sometime, well I guess you’d get tea, but like, just to make up for it and…stuff. Yeah.”

Well. Arthur’s brain is working enough to understand that. “Sure.” He rattles off the number, then has to do it again when Alfred’s too shocked to catch it the first time. Cute. “When would you like to meet?”

Alfred’s still fumbling with his phone. He looks up at that and bounces on the balls of his feet as he thinks. “Does Friday work for you? I have a three hour gap from eleven to two.”

“My class ends at twelve. Half-twelve, then? Campus bar?”

“Sure.”

“It’s a date, then.” Arthur savours Alfred’s little squeak and the way his cheeks grow even redder, then waves and walks away. “Bless me, indeed,” he mutters as he heads down the road again.

#hetalia #usuk #aph america #aph england #hetalia fanfiction #oneshots

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driftsetadrift · 6 years ago

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Some Time in the Future...

It’s morning, when Gasket Turns on the open light to their Cafe and Treat shop ‘A Moments Peace’. Already a half dozen mechs waiting outside ready to get a morning snack and a little pick me up for their day. Gasket returns to the counter, ready to take orders as his Mate brings out another tray of fresh pastries, the latest batch for the morning.

“Hello love~” Followed by a little peck to Gasket’s cheek as he passed him on his way out of the kitchen. A common sight inside the little shop as the pair was just as much in love now as they had ever been.

Their patrons for the morning consisted of mostly regulars, used to seeing the sight as they got their morning orders and sat in their favored spots to enjoy them. Outside of the six it was a quiet morning, and Gasket found himself glancing out the window at the botanical garden just on the other side of the shop. Another of his partners projects, though it was mostly run by others now.

It has been years, decades, centuries even since the end of the war, and the last of the firefights. Drift and Gasket had Built a home on the reborn Cybertron to raise their children as their people finally all returned home. It took years for them to come back, and even longer for them to put aside animosities in favor of growth. Some anger and distrust remained in The City but most mecha kept the war in the past, in favor of moving forward.

Drift has used the funds he’s acquired during the war to build his dream and give back as much as possible. The cafe was his and Gasket’s to build, though slow at first and oft poorly received, nonetheless mecha warmed up to the quiet pleasant space.

No fighting or arguing was allowed on the premise, and at the loss of what turned out to be some amazing treats to the local if they ignored the rule, it became a peaceful place for many of The City residents to visit.

Drift had when he bought the land for the shop, bought more than enough, with lots of room for a the Garden for mecha to enjoy. He found, with help, many of the remaining examples of native Cybertronian Flora, as well as healthy non invasive species from other planets. With help he planned out and planted nearly everything inside of the garden while his shop was getting established. Focused on his Shop as it grew however much of the maintenance had fallen to his children and volunteers, until the garden itself, though owned by Drift, was almost entirely volunteer run.

It was beautiful now, containing many of the Crystal Trees Drift was so fond of as well as a small handful of colorful earth trees and others from across his travels. Many visited, taking a moment to revel in the peaceful gardens, surrounded by nature both familiar and strange.

A soft ‘Hello?” brought Gasket back out of his daydreaming though. The patron chuckled, another regular. “Mind wandering again Gasket?”

The patron didn’t even need to order, Gasket knew his prefered drink. “Yes Ah suppose Ah was. That Garden out dere has gotten so beautiful.” Finishing off the drink and handing it over. “Double sweet extra strong energon tea with a shot of copper powder.”

“You know me so well Gasket.” Taking their cup and sipping on it. “Hey I think you’re kids are coming. Those two are... hard to miss.” The customer chuckled and took their seat with a Datapad in hand.

Sure enough the talkative duo stepped up to the door, chittering and carrying on. A ‘Boof’ was heard, before they were greeted by the massive Cyberhound hanging out in his normal place under a roofed building just to the side of the cafe.

“Yes yes Hello Tank! Who’s a good boy? You are! Whos my best boy! Such a good pupper!” Fast Track carried on greeting her childhood best friend.

Flash also gave him an affectionate pat and hug before heading inside. “I’ll go see if dad and Sire can get some things started for us while you continue your love affair with the dog.” It was greeted with a stuck out glossa, to which he rolled his optics and stepped through the door.

“Flash!” Gasket came around the corner to greet his son with a hug and a kiss to his forhelm. “Good ta see ya! An your sister, when she’s done with Tank at least.” Looking through the window as Fast Track was practically laying on top of Tank to scratch his belly. They both chuckled at the scene.

“Yeah I guess she does miss him when she’s on the road. They were inseparable when we were sparklings.” Still smiling at the heartwarming but rediculous scene. “She’s going to have to wash up again, I made her wash the road film and grease off of her frame before we came here, now she’s getting all dirty rolling around with the dog.”

There was a stark contrast between the brother and sister duo. Track’s paint was mostly yellow and white, not overly bright and with small knicks and scratches. Fast Track had gone into racing, As well as engineering with a goal of breaking her idol Blurr’s records. She didn’t much care for appearances, focused more of her downtime on making her, and her team’s frames faster and more efficient, even shaving time off of Velicitron natives.

In stark contrast stood Flash, true to his name he stood in his parents cafe glittering in the light. A dancer by trade, thanks to his parentage he was, incredibly flexible. Mecha came from all over Cybertron to watch his shows. Not bad considering his career started as an exotic dancer just to annoy his Dad.

Long had he known he was adopted, though it hadn’t changed his relationship with his parents in the slightest, it did encourage him to pursue a flashier paintjob. The bright reds oranges and yellows paying homage to the Rodimus he came from, with his Dads signature Finials. About the only thing the siblings had in common. He was draped in fine bits of cloth and jewelry, soft sheer fabric hung from his hips, topped with a belt dangling with flashy golds and silvers, that happened to jingle as he walked.

“Ya know how your Dad feels about the stuff that makes noise in the shop Flash.” Gasket pointed out, to which Flash rolled his optics. “I know, I know. But it is my look.” Shifting from one hip to the other, belt making a soft jingling noise.

“Hey Flash! Drift was out of the kitchen again, replacing the few holes that had already formed in his bakery case. “Alright last batch for the morning!” Setting his tray down and coming around the counter to give his son a big hug.

Flash tried to remain dignified, which immediately went away as soon as his pedes weren’t touching the floor. “Ha haha! Dad come on! Put me down! Daaaaad!” Pedes wiggling and jewelry rattling.

Drift finally set him down, pressing a kiss to his helm and smiling. “Its sooooo good to see you kids! Well, To see you, Track’s out there mauling the dog with affection I see.” She was on the ground covered in dust and with Tank bouncing playfully around her. “You two couldn’t be any more different.” Drift sighed, before pointing to the belt. “Keep it quiet or take it off.”

“Yeah yeah I know Dad.” Removing the rattly accessory and setting it on a table. “You are so weird about this! Its not even that noisy!”

“It is when you’re around your sister.”

“Okay true.” Track, though shorter than Flash, had taken to picking him up and shaking him back an forth just to make him jingle and rattle because she could.

It was about then when Track looked in and waived at them, who were all staring at her as she wrestled herself free of Tank. She trotted back to the door, to which Drift stopped her in the entrance. “Hey Sire!”

“Hello Fast Track. I’m really happy to see you and I would love to hug you, but there is no way you are entering the shop looking like that.” Track glanced down at her now, mostly grey frame.

“Oh... yeah... I’ll go hose off.” Turning around to head to the closest hose.

“Ah’ll get her a towel, you too go ahead and visit.” Gasket disappeared into the back, only to reemerge and follow Fast Track with a towel in hand.

“Never changes.” Drift chuckled and wrapped an arm around his son’s shoulders. “Its good to see you two, especially together. You guys having time to hang out is rare anymore.”

“I know, Track is all over the place with her career and I’m booked so often, but taking a vacation together was a good idea. Get to come see you guys, check on the garden hang out like we used too. I miss it.”

“Well we just opened the shop for the day, We’ll be here for a while, Tonight we’ll all go do something together okay? I gotta go take care of a customer.” Patting his shoulder and heading back behind the counter as Gasket and Track returned.

“Track honestleh, you could have waited to wrestle with Tank until after.”

“But I haven’t seen him in soooo loooong! I couldn’t possibly wait on more second!”

Gasket just sighed and took the towel. “Just stay clean for a bit okay? We’ll bring you two out something to eat in a bit.” Bapping Flash with the towel as he walked by.

“Fiiiiine. But we all go do something later right?”

“Dad already said that was the plan. So we’ll just hang out around here. I can’t wait to catch up finally.”

“Well, not in the cafe all day right?” Track was never one for staying put. “We’ll see how the garden is coming too. Track, you really need to learn the patience thing.”

“Nu uh, Gotta go gotta move. Its the racer way.”

“Its the spazz way!”

“I’m not a spazz!”

“You are such a spazz!”

To which this argument carried on for the next five minutes. Siblings never change, famous or not, they will always be family.

One happy family together again for at least the evening, enjoying their company, and catching up. Though the visit is short, at least they always have a home to come back to and can visit when they please.

Just another slice of life in a happily ever after ending for the family. And they couldn’t be happier.

#drabble #future drift #drifts pastry shop

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mcwriting · 6 years ago

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Nico Di Angelo

Lol I spent the plane and train rides to, through, and from Italy reading The Burning Maze (rip my heart) and rereading MOA and BOO (don't have HOH on iBooks, just print) soooo. Yeah. All the feels returned and I was feeling this lol.

Edit: I just realized I didn’t add ny typical header and word count and background so sorry y’all.

Edit 2: Lord have mercy on me there are probably a million typos

Not Tom holland (sorry not sorry)

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians/ Heroes of Olympus

Ship: Nico Di Angelo x Will Solace (solangelo)

Setting: Camp Half Blood

Word Count: 683

Warnings: 1 bad word lol

Rating: K+

Background: I just really love Nico Di Angelo

After Will calls Nico over to the infirmary, he gets put in an area close to a window (Will wants him to get sunshine).

Every few hours (or less), Will stops by Nico’s space and checks up on him. Will insists on making him actually lay down for the first few hours and is constantly fawning over Nico’s health.

Nico is torn between love and hate for the attention.

After a surprisingly peaceful nap, Nico wakes to find Will standing over him with Gatorade.

“Electrolytes and salt are good for you right now,” Will insists.

Nico thought that was only a Coach Hedge thing.

He sits up and swings his legs around, putting his feet on the ground. Will watches him sip the blue sports drink for a minute before being called to the emergency area (someone just fell and busted his forehead in the arena and needs stitches)

Not long after, Jason appears and takes a seat next to Nico.

“So, uh. Our conversation seemed to get cut short earlier but... I saw you go and, and see, er, talk, I guess to...”

“You don’t have to finish that. But yeah, I decided to clear the air and come out to him. I mean, I’m over him, but I thought he should know, ya know? I figured it was the best way for both of us to become better friends and for me to finally let go.”

Jason put a gentle hand on Nico’s shoulder.

“You, my friend, are one of the bravest, most incredible dudes I know. I am so happy and proud for you.”

“Come on, Jason. You’re too sappy for me,” Nico jokes, lightheartedly pushing Jason’s hand down.

“Hey man, I hate sappiness as much as the next guy, but you know I’m always here for you. And if you ever need help getting a guy, just let me know and...”

“Alright looks like time for another nap for me. Bye Jason see you next week!” Nico says quickly, trying to get out of that awkward situation.

Jason laughs as he stands up and says his goodbye for the time.

Nico, on the other hand, was serious. He goes back to bed.

His second day in the infirmary, Nico is joined by another guest: Percy Jackson.

Nico is sitting up in the stretcher, slowly eating the breakfast Will brought him earlier. Now, Will has opened the curtain once again to announce that Nico has a visitor.

When Percy steps out, Nico doesn’t know how to feel. After yesterday, well, he knew things could be awkward for a little while.

Will gives the other boys space, leaving Percy standing awkwardly with his hands in the pockets of his basketball shorts. His eyes are steely, but expression still light. Nico understands what is behind those eyes. He is one of the only ones who understands what they could have seen.

That’s not the point right now, at least, it doesn’t seem to be.

Nico invites Percy to sit, which makes him relax some more. He won’t meet Nico’s eyes when he starts talking, flustered.

“So, Nico. I... I wanted to talk about, you know, yesterday and just... well first of all, sorry for my reaction back there. I wanted to say something, but obviously that never happened,” he chuckles, finally turning towards Nico again.

“There really wasn’t anything you needed to say. Like I said, I wanted to clear the air and finally admit it. But also, like I said, that’s ancient history to me.”

Percy nods.

“I’m really, really glad you told me, though. I mean, that had to take some serious guts. And I want you to know that you can always tell me anything. And since apparently I’m ‘not your type,’ you can always come to me for boy advice!” He says excitedly.

Nico rolls his eyes, then smiles.

“You’re pushing your luck, Perce. But, uh, thanks for being cool about this. I spent a lot of time hiding from myself, and I’m thankful for the friendship and help you’ve extended to me over the years.”

Percy repeats the move Jason pulled yesterday, clapping a hand over Nico’s shoulder.

“I’m always here. But all seriousness aside...” he leans in to whisper, “Will, eh?”

Nico blushes and gives Percy a joking shove to the chest.

“Alright I think it’s time for you to go, I don’t know, bother Annabeth or something!”

Percy smirks as he rises from the bed. Putting his hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay, okay! I see how it is,” he begins, followed by, “really though, he’s a good guy, just in case you were wondering.”

With that he leaves, and Nico is left to finish his half-eaten breakfast.

Will returns a while later, making a face Nico can’t quite read.

“So I know I told you you’re gonna have to stay here three days but... I need for you to go...” he starts.

Oh no. This is what Nico was afraid of. Surely the other campers knew he was there and were uncomfortable. What were they saying? Did they request for him to leave? Maybe it’s for the better. Gods, what does Will think about Nico?

“Hey, you don’t have to break it to me. I knew when I’m not wanted...”

“What? Gods, no, Nico! I was just gonna make you go take a shower! Hygiene is one of the best healers, you know!”

Nico is dumbstruck by the son of Apollo once again. Will really did want him around still? The other campers weren’t requesting for his removal?

“Wow. Ohhhh, wow. I really am dense. Yeah, though. I will definitely go clean up some and uh, I’ll be back in a half hour or so?”

He gets up and makes his way to his cabin, then the bathrooms, where a hot shower helps Nico clear his mind, and for the first time in a while, things feel... good.

Nico’s last day in the infirmary goes by too fast. Nico has enjoyed spending time with Will, even though his time often got cut short by other campers’ needs. Whenever Will had a break, he had come in and just spent time with Nico, a strong banter running between the two.

Now Will was standing by the bed, wringing his fingers.

“Soooo... this time I really am kicking you out. Your three days is up, and honestly, you’re way better than I would have expected you to be by now.”

Nico grins.

“Yeah I was expecting this.”

“Here’s the deal though. You’re gonna have to have bi-weekly checkups for a while. I need you to come see me Wednesday at 1. Don’t be late.” Will states firmly, though he’s obviously trying to fight back a smile.

Nico feels the skeletal butterflies again.

“Of, of course. Yeah. Wouldn’t miss it.”

With that he leaves.

Over the next three weeks, Nico has found himself with Will more. Of course, he’s making new friends and reconnecting with old ones, but outside of his “appointments,” Nico and Will have ended up at the same training sessions and playing games on the same teams.

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe someone was doing this on purpose, or maybe the two were just on similar wavelengths.

Either way, Nico can’t stand being around him like this. Spending so much time with Will, he understands the feelings he has, and hopes that Will feels the same way.

Finally, Nico can’t take anymore.

He heads to another check-up with Will, stomach in knots. He steps to the infirmary extra nervous. Today’s the day. He’s finally gonna tell Will. He’s just not quite sure how he’s gonna do it.

“I see you’re messing with your ring, there,” Will observes as he waits for the blood pressure cuff on Nico’s arm to deflate. “Something on your mind?”

How does he know me so well? Nico thinks.

“Just a little distracted is all.”

“Bullshit, Nico. I know you.”

Will is too good.

“It’s just that, these past few weeks, it’s been cool hanging out with you, and...”

“And?” Will grins, removing the cuff from Nico’s upper arm.

This is a lot harder than I expected, Nico thinks, letting out a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding.

“You know what? Frick it.” He mutters, standing.

Will turns around from where he is prepping a thermometer.

“What was tha...”

He doesn’t get to finish, because suddenly Nico has one hand thrown around Will’s back and the other holding his head, and then their lips are pressed together and Nico’s never felt this way before and he doesn’t know if he’s doing it right but somehow, just somehow, everything feels like this was meant to be.

It feels like an eternity before they’ve separated.

“Nico,” Will whispers.

Nico freezes, then quickly steps back, arms recoiled to his chest.

“Oh, gods. I just did that,” he realizes, before putting his hands to his head and further exclaiming, “I just did that! Oh man, Will, I’m so sorry and I need to go and-”

Will steps forward and grabs Nico’s arm.

“Nico, stop. Look at me.”

Nico obeys.

“Nico, do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that? I had this big plan and I was gonna get you at the bonfire and gods I can’t believe you would ruin my plan like that!” He rambles.

Nico is left in shock, then suddenly the two burst out laughing.

“I can’t believe you! Hahaha!”

“And you! Ha, That was amazing how you moved in on me! Totally caught me off guard! Haha!”

Both boys steady their breathing enough to have a real conversation.

“You know, Nico, I’ve been having you ‘check up’ with me every week so I can hang out with you. I mean, you really were sick for a while but you’re almost better than ever now.”

Nico can’t believe the lengths this boy went to be with him.

“So I should assume that us being at the same training sessions and on the same teams was part of your plan?” Nico questions.

“Wait that wasn’t you? Because it definitely wasn’t me, although I’m not disappointed that it happened.”

After more conversation and maybe one more kiss, the two decide to show off their newfound relationship at the evening’s bonfire.

With everyone now knowing about the sons of Apollo and Hades being together, people keep coming up and congratulating them on finally realizing the chemistry between them.

Nico is surprised that so many campers shipped them. What’s more surprising is when Nico is stolen away by Percy and Jason, wanting to hear all about how they got together, though Nico can’t answer when Percy says,

“Obviously my plan to schedule them in the same training sessions worked great!”

Nico is more surprised when Jason rebutts with

“Well I should take the credit for getting them on the same teams for capture the flag and stuff!”

Nico can’t help but laugh and clear up the situation.

It’s funny how things work out, he thinks. You believe that no one can accept you or understand you, but maybe things are different. Maybe sometimes family does understand, and maybe, just maybe, you find the one in places you never thought possible.

A/N: I don’t really like this ending :/ but oh well. Sorry I’m an inactive loser (esp to all my followers who are here for Tom Holland content whoops)

Love y’all

#not tom holland #PJO #percy jackson #nico di angelo #jason grace #will solace #solangelo #nico x will #Nico di Angelo x will solace #hoo #boo #blood of olympus #heroes of olympus #pjo/hoo

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thethespacecoyote · 7 years ago

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"Beer and Brothers”

“So, what’s with the unicorn thing?” Rhys waved the opener as Tim rejoined him on the couch with his own beer and a plate of steaming hot stuffed mushrooms. Tim sat with a snicker, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

“That’s Jack’s. He’s got kind of a unicorn obsession.”

“Jack?”

“I…my brother? Jack? You didn’t forget, did you?” Tim popped the cap off his own beer with a hiss. Rhys’ brow twitched, taking a sip of the beer as if it’d help him remember.

“I….vaguely…but I don’t think I ever met him?” He recalled a fuzzy mention of Tim’s brother at some point, maybe a childhood picture or two. But nothing concrete. Obviously, not enough to help him even remember that Tim even had a sibling.

This is a meme ask that kind of got out of control, haha. Rhys comes back home from college for the summer and reconnects with Tim, who is now living with his older brother....no prizes if you guess what happens when Rhys finally meets him.

Despite sending out nearly a dozen applications, Rhys was ending his freshman year of college without an internship or even any concrete plans on what he was going to spend his summer doing. He’d been holding out on the hope that one of the places that hadn’t outright rejected him might get back to him at the eleventh hour, but as he’d finished his finals and started packing, he’d had to admit defeat.

Rhys had comforted himself with the knowledge that there were still two more summers before he graduated and got thrust out into the real world, leaving him with two more chances to land that sweet internship that would secure him a lucrative job and show up everyone who’d judged him by his pretty-boy looks rather than his intellect.

Though honestly? When he arrived home, he found it actually refreshing to be back to the suburbs after spending the last few months in the more urban environment of his college. Going back to his home base, in his own room and with all the stuff he hadn’t been able to bring with him, was nice, as was not having to worry about what he was going to eat without risking the freshman fifteen that had loomed every time he’d stepped foot in the school cafeterias. Dad was busy, and Mom worked part time, but the fridge and pantries were still stocked and more importantly, free, so Rhys was pretty happy.

A couple days after coming home he’d decided to take a walk around the neighborhood after a decent enough breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. He’d laced up the sneakers that had barely got any runtime during the semester and started on an easy jog, happy to feel the summer air on his skin.

The neighborhood had changed little since Rhys had seen it back around Christmas. Some of the houses that had been mid-remodel looked a little more complete, now, the portable toilets and chainlink fences now replaced with fresh new terra cotta porches and gardens full of sustainable succulents. A couple buildings boasted fresh new coats of paint, or new gutters, or any number of little things Rhys vaguely noted were different.

He puffed, slowing his pace as he rounded a corner, now more interested in observing the buildings lining the street than really pushing himself to exercise. Eventually he slowed to a walk, sticking his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

Most of the houses looked the same, aside from a slight change in foliage due to the nascent summer season. The very same bundle of olive trees flanked the far side of the Springs’ house, and as Rhys drew near the very familiar barking of Zoomy echoed from beyond the front gate as the fat little daschund scratched his paws up against the mesh.

He stopped for a moment to coo at the dog, chuckling as it yipped louder and hopped around in little circles. Rhys wondered if Janey had some dog-walking she needed done over the summer. Might be a good way to make money, and he liked dogs well enough, even one who thought they were still a puppy like Zoomy.

As he continued down the sidewalk, he expected to next pass the Lawrence house, resting in the shade of Janey and Athena’s huge, rustling olive trees. The house was a sight he’d gotten used to in his teenaged years, when he and Vaughn typically swung by to pick up Tim on their way down to the shoreline to hang out.

But as he walked beyond the trees, expecting to see the dumpy, pale yellow home with the sagging white crown molding and spare lawn, he found there was no longer anything there.

Later that night, at dinner, Rhys decided to bring it up to his parents.

“So,” Rhys piped up as soon as he swallowed a mouthful of cauliflower, “I was out walking today and uh, the place where the Lawrences lived isn’t like….there, anymore?”

“Oh. The Lawrence house was condemned during the spring….didn’t we tell you that?” his mother questioned.

Rhys figured they might have, but perhaps he’d forgotten due to over-focus on exams and projects and getting into the habit of doing his laundry once a week.

“Probably…did something happen to Tim? Or um. You-know-who?”

“I would have thought Tim would have told you…she passed a little after the New Year.” Rhys’ eyes widened.

“Oh wow…”

“It might be a good idea to give him a call? I heard he had moved in with family, but I’m not sure what happened beyond that…”

“Y-Yeah.” Rhys nodded numbly. “That’s probably a good plan.”

As soon as dinner was over and his plate cleared, Rhys rushed to his room, yanking out his phone and scrolling to Tim’s contact info He dialed it and flicked it on speaker, praying that Tim hadn’t changed his number. He nervously tapped the side of his phone at the dial tone, heart leaping when it stopped with a click and a familiar voice echoed throughout his room.

“Hello?”

“Tim! It’s Rhys,” he chimed, giddy feeling in his belly. He hadn’t realized it’d been so long since he’d actually spoken to one of his closest friends.

“Oh my god, Rhys, it’s been forever.” Tim sounded pretty good, which was encouraging. At least that meant he probably wasn’t living on the streets.

“Right? You know how it is. College and stuff.”

“Oh yeah, I know Mr. Smart Guy.” Rhys could practically hear Tim’s smile. “So what’s up?”

“Dude, I saw your house, or uh. Where your house used to be,” Rhys corrected, his mouth open to give Tim his condolences when a happy little chuckle fed from the other end of the conversation.

“Yeah, right? Good riddance.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve got a new place now. Million times better than my old one. You wanna come by and see it?”

“I—wait, you have a new place? How? When? Who is—”

“Rhys,” Tim interrupted, “this’ll be easier to explain in person….how about you come by. Whenever you’re free?”

“I’m free all the time,” Rhys said a little too quickly, but to be honest, he was more than curious about what exactly Tim had been up to while he’d been away at college.

It sounded like they had a lot of catching up to do.

When Rhys had thought about the kind of apartment Tim might get, he’d imagined a smaller, quainter looking place—maybe a rented bungalow where part of the expense was waived on the agreement the tenant would care for the resident cats.

Not the large, fancy, beachside condo that the address Tim had given him had led him to.

But when he knocked on the door, it was definitely Tim who opened it—and scooped him up in a big hug, those familiar strong arms wrapping around Rhys’ waist and lifting him up on his tip-toes.

“Whew, you’re a lot stronger than you used to be, huh?” Rhys wheezed when Tim finally plunked him back down on his heels, grin still bright. His freckles were practically twinkling—jeez, when had he last seen Tim this happy?

“There’s a gym on the first floor, it’s great, fucking state-of-the-art, been spending a lot of time there.” Tim waved him into the apartment proper, shutting the door behind him with the beep of the electronic lock.

“Holy shit,” Rhys blurted as Tim lead him into the massive living room, leaving Rhys to seriously wonder about whether his friend had just decided to shack up in a set for a luxury home and garden magazine. Only the handful of touches—such as the video game system set into the oakwood entertainment center, as well as the lavish, full-color movie posters and vintage cheese and beefcake pictures alike framed on the walls—signified that something other than aesthetic and dust lived here.

“I mean….talk about an upgrade.”

Tim bobbed on his feet, blue kitten socks squeaking against the hardwood floors. Practically giddy.

“You’re telling me. So much better. I mean, when Grandma died there was no point in me staying there any longer anyway. The place was already a mess—you remember.” Tim shuddered. Honestly, Rhys hadn’t been over to the Lawrence place in quite some time, the last visit being long before he left for college. As much as he’d always liked Tim and enjoyed his company, his grandma was well….not to speak of the dead, but she’d been a stone-cold bitch. He wasn’t that broken up about it and thankfully neither was Tim.

“No more piles of ancient newspaper and hidden rusty buzz saws…you remember when I had to get a tetanus shot? God. I’m glad to be out of there and in here,” Tim grinned, throwing out his arms in the wide open space. “It’s soooo much nicer.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Rhys snickered. Tim’s lips quirked up secretively, leaning in and whispering though they were the only ones in the apartment.

“You know…if you want to…we totally can.”

“Really?” It wouldn’t be Rhys first time drinking alcohol. His uncle had given him a sip of Southern Comfort when he was twelve and he’d been to a couple frat parties over the course of the semesters whenever he’d had a break. But drinking and chilling in Timothy’s fancy new house sounded a lot more appealing than either of those experiences had been.

“My brother’s super chill. He lets me borrow his beer as long as it stays in the apartment and I promise not to go out while I’m wasted.” Tim led Rhys towards the sleek kitchen, opening the huge steel fridge and pulling two beers out of the clanking drawer.

“Hold on, I’m gonna heat us up some stuffed mushrooms from last night. Bro’s a fucking amazing cook.” Tim waved Rhys back off to the living room as he grabbed a glass tupperware from the fridge and kicked the door shut.

Rhys was still a year shy of the drinking age, but in the privacy of the apartment and with Tim’s insistence he accepted the beer from his friend and took a seat on the couch. He peered at the label as Tim buzzed the leftovers in the microwave, snorting at the almost pointlessly ornate design of a unicorn dabbed in gold leaf and surrounded by diamonds and twirling Celtic branches one might find reproduced in a history book.

“Here, catch,” Tim called as he appeared in the doorway, tossing something weighty and metallic in Rhys’ direction. He caught it deftly, raising an eyebrow at the design. Unicorn themed, like the label, with the opener proper sticking out of the horse’s head where the horn would normally be. Rhys stuck tongue out between his lips as he nudged the bottle opener underneath the cap, carefully popping it open.

“That’s Jack’s. He’s got kind of a unicorn obsession.”

“Jack?”

“I…my brother? Jack? You didn’t forget, did you?” Tim popped the cap off his own beer with a hiss. Rhys’ brow twitched, taking a sip of the beer as if it’d help him remember.

“You wouldn’t have. Jack’s lived abroad for years, mostly doing business and things like that…” Tim scratched the back of his head. “For awhile now he’s been moving up the ranks of…well…he recently got promoted to head of programming at Hyperion.”

“Hyperion? Are you serious?” Rhys balked. He had no idea that Tim’s older brother worked for one of the biggest defense contractors on the entire planet. Hyperion was the kind of group so big and with its fingers in so many pots that even mentioning its name was cause for controversy back on his campus. Rhys liked to think he had a more nuanced view of the company now than he had as a teenager, but its power and unusual flashiness for such a serious business still had a hold on him.

Not to mention, Hyperion internships were some of the most sought after for programmers and engineers. Rhys had tried for one earlier in the year as a lark, and the little hope he’d had at getting it had been dashed fairly quickly. Hyperion was very efficient in its rejection.

Tim gulped down a mouthful of beer, scrubbing the foam from his lips.

“Yeah, like I said…he’s pretty far up there now…so that’s why we have such a nice place. Jack put up the money for it. Bought it outright.”

“H-he bought it?” Rhys was lucky he’d already swallowed his beer, otherwise he might’ve choked. He’d never heard of anyone just…buying an apartment. Was that even legal?

“Yeah, so no worries about rent. Jack still wants me to get a job to help with food, but well…it’s not exactly crucial you know?”

“Oh my god. How rich is he?”

“He works for Hyperion, Rhys. So….gonna say….pretty damn rich. Rich enough that I don’t have to worry about ever living in a place like the old house ever again.”

Tim turned a little sideways on the couch, leaning in like he was about to tell a secret.

“You know…Grandma was pretty old, but it wasn’t like she was dying or anything.” Tim hummed, smacking his lips in between sips of beer. “I kind of wonder sometimes if like…Jack somehow had her killed.”

Rhys snorted, shoving his shoulder.

“You’re not serious.”

“Mmmm. Maybe not,” Tim’s throat bobbed as he drained his beer, letting the empty bottle dangle from his fingers. “But if anyone could do it and make it look like an accident…”

“Please, Tim, he’s not fucking James Bond,” Rhys snickered, closing one eye and peering into the depths of his own bottle. An inch or so of liquid sloshed at the bottom, and Tim had already finished his first beer—he really needed to catch up.

He leaned his head against the back of the couch, dramatically tipping the beer up like he was trying to balance it on his lips as he chugged, Tim’s giggly chanting nearly making him snort it up his nose before he finished it with a gasp.

“That’s good stuff right there…I think…” Rhys burped as he wedged the empty bottle between the couch cushions, choosing to sit and rub the fuzzy suede of the couch while Tim got up and grabbed them another pair of beers.

By the time the front door clicked open he and Tim had already drunk half of their bottles respectively, giggling like children as they reminisced about their high school days. Rhys perked up at the sound of footsteps echoing against the wooden floors, followed by the jangle of the trash can and a smooth, masculine voice.

“Are you getting into the IPA again Timmy? I swear if you keep this up I’m gonna make you pay for i—oh.”

Oh.

Rhys pulled the lip of the bottle away from his mouth, momentarily frozen by the man that had suddenly walked through the doorway into the living room.

For a moment, he wondered if maybe he had been right all along and Tim was shacking up somewhere he wasn’t supposed to, and this was the realtor stripped from the billboards and sent to kick them out.

But then Tim snorted, rolling his eyes as he tipped the beer all the way back down his throat.

“Eat me, Jack, you wanna keep me out so bad you can put a lock on the drawer.” He smacked his lips with a satisfied gasp as Rhys stared, recognition dawning on his face.

So this was Jack.

Globe-trotter Jack. Wealthy beyond his wildest dreams Jack. Programming head at Hyperion Jack.

Handsome Jack.

Oh God. He was handsome.

It was as if Tim was the base model for one of those video game where you could customize your own character and someone had pulled and pinched and yanked him out until he was taller, broader, and more angular. Rhys could still see the similarities in their face and eyes—honestly, they looked more alike than most siblings Rhys had encountered did—but Jack was sharper, his chin more prominent and shoulders broader and cheeks wiped clean of the charming little freckles that dotted Tim’s face.

Rhys knew he must have seen a picture of Jack somewhere in the five years that he’s known Tim, but he doesn’t remember being this struck by his appearance before. Maybe he was the kind of guy more suited to real life than photography, with a kind of magnetism accenting an already aesthetically pleasing picture. Though Rhys can’t imagine that, if he were to be a creep and snap a picture right now, that Jack would look bad. It seemed as impossible as perpetual motion.

Maybe he was exaggerating. Rhys had heard of “beer goggles” before, but even if he was drunkenly inflating Jack’s handsomeness to godly proportions, well, that still meant that he had to be pretty damn hot. He felt on the verge of a heart attack right now, so even if sober-vision Jack ended up popped down a few pegs, he would definitely still send Rhys’ affection aflutter.

What was it Rhys had said earlier? That Jack was no James Bond? He took it back. He had the look, the international intrigue, the fancy clothes and commanding presence. He could very well be a super spy. At the very least he should be on TV. If Jack appeared on a commercial trying to sell him as expensive as cologne or as mundane as dish soap his bank account would drop just as fast as his boxers.

“Your little friend okay there?” Jack grunted, jabbing a finger in Rhys’ direction. Though he’d been addressing Tim instead of him, Rhys still nodded, flighty little smiles fighting with his need to appear cool as he did so.

“Oh, he’s just a little drunk is all.” Tim waved off, gathering up the empty beers laying around the couch and coffee table.

“What, is it his first time? Kid looks like a hamster staring down a rabid dog.”

Jack cocked his head, narrowing his eyes at Rhys. God, the way his tanned skin crinkled around eyes piercing as the tropic waters Rhys envisioned him lounging around on, his shirt off and hopefully broad pecs and strong, lifting arms on display and maybe even glistening with coconut oil coating Rhys’ hands—

“Hah, holy crap, I think you broke him,” Jack snickered, suddenly really close to Rhys with a palm as big as his head waving right in front of his eyes. As Rhys blinked, he caught the glimpse of a couple details he’d somehow missed from gawking at Jack earlier—a sliver of a ring banded with amber and set with some kind of pretty blue stone, and a slightly faded azure tattoo encircling his wrist. He was starting to count the hairs on Jack’s forearm and note how they glinted with a sliver of the afternoon sun filtering from the windows when Jack’s hand moved and instead planted atop his head.

“What’s your name, pumpkin? If you’re that wasted, I can always make something up, buuuut Timmy will tell you not everyone is a fan of that.” Jack ruffled Rhys’ hair, his head moving with the force behind his hand. Rhys blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze of both the beer and the sudden rush of cologne wafting from Jack’s neck from his brain so he could respond without tripping over his tongue.

Jack leaned back away from Rhys as Tim returned, bringing Jack a beer of his own as well as a glass of water. The older man grinned brightly, taking the beer from his brother’s hands and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Aw, there’s a good boy, Timmy-Tams.”

Tim rolled his eyes.

“Don’t,” he sighed, taking a sip of water, “you better not be giving him a terrible nickname too.”

Jack rubbed his chin, a fiendish, thinking grin crawling over his face.

“Give me a sec, and I’m sure I can think of something appropriate for your little friend.”

Rhys’ heart fluttered, hoping he could pass of the blush as baby’s-first gin blossoms. He tipped his chin towards his chest, shyly hiding his face into his hoodie like a turtle.

“Here Rhys, have some water,” Tim sat down besides him, passing the glass of water.

“Don’t do it, kiddo, didn’t he tell ya? He totally backwashes.” Rhys spluttered slightly as Tim shot Jack an annoyed look.

“I do not. And stop, you’re gonna make him choke.”

“Hate to break it to you, Tim-Tums, with a face like that he’s probably used to it.”

“Oh fuck off, Jack,” Tim growled as he took the glass from Rhys’ lips, earning him a cuff on the head from his brother.

“Language, kiddo, jeez.” Tim flipped him off as Jack plunked down on the other side of Rhys, arm slinging over the back of the couch.

“You staying for dinner, Rhysie-pie?” Rhys could feel Jack’s breath against his ear.

“Uh, um, can I…?”

“I dunno, can you?” Tim swatted Jack’s leg.

“You’re welcome to if you want. I’m sure Jack won’t be able to resist showing off his cooking skills to someone new.”

“College boy isn’t a vegetarian or something, is he? You know how those places can get. Cause I’m making filet and I ain’t going out to buy you a salad if you’re gonna whine.”

“N-No! Um, meat is great.”

“Heh. Ain’t that the truth.”

Rhys perked and nodded.

“Yeah. I love meat!”

“Shout it to the heavens, kiddo, amen,” Jack winked, patting Rhys’ knee before rising to stand. His fist clenched at the contact, feeling sweaty underneath his layers of clothes. Rhys’ heart leapt for a moment as Jack reached down, only to grab Tim by the wrist and tug him to his feet.

“Upsy-daisy, Timmy, I ain’t cooking while you too laze around getting wasted on my beer.”

“Ugh, fine,” Tim moaned, “lemme take a leak first though, ‘kay?”

“You’re gonna break the seal, pumpkin!” Jack called after him, smirking as he turned back to look at Rhys, who still sat, swaying slightly.

“You got enough mental faculty to help me out with dinner, kiddo, or should we just let you marinate for a bit longer? I can put on the TV if you need help zoning out.”

“N-No! I’d love to help!” Rhys blurted, stumbling up to his feet and willing his bones not to turn to jelly. Literally going weak-kneed around Jack would be embarrassing.

He followed the man into the kitchen, awkwardly supporting himself against the granite countertop as he dumbly watched Jack flit about, pulling ingredients and scattering them out in a pattern of composed chaos. Though he’d offered, he wasn’t sure what exactly to do to help and his voice was kind of stuck in his throat as he watched the fabric of Jack’s blazer pull and crinkle with each of his movements. God, it looked expensive and he really wanted to touch it. Run his hand up Jack’s back until he got to the sculpted whirlwind of hair twirling up his head in a style that was either meticulously crafted or simply sprayed into place right after waking. If Jack used any product, Rhys wanted to know.

The toilet flushed somewhere in the distance of the apartment. Rhys wasn’t sure if he wanted Tim to hurry up, or take his time washing his hands.

Rhys’ attention snapped away as Jack slapped three ruby-red, glistening cuts of meat against a rosewood cutting board, humming to himself as he raided the steel rack of spices and dashed them together in a small steel bowl. He tossed them with deft fingers, shaking the seasoning out on each flank of the meat, massaging it into the raw flesh.

Rhys looked away, staring pointedly at his fuzzy reflection in the toaster as Jack suddenly turned to look over his shoulder, flicking excess seasoning off his fingers with a faint splat.

“Aw crud. Tim-Tums!” Jack called over the distant sound of the faucet running.

“What?”

“I forgot the frikkin’ veggies in the Porsche, can you grab ‘em for me?”

Rhys heard the bathroom door creak open, Tim’s voice a lot less muffled.

“You can’t get them yourself? Really?”

“I got meat juice all over my hands, kiddo! You want me to stain the suede?”

“Ugh. Fine!” Tim called, appearing briefly through the kitchen doorway as he crossed the hallway from the bathroom to the front door. Jack tossed his keys expertly as Tim passed by, the man skillfully catching it. The click of the unlocked door swinging shut behind him left Rhys consciously aware of the reality that he was now alone in the apartment with Jack.

His fingers gripped the edge of the countertop, eyes hoping to return back to the toaster or one of the many other shiny appliances in the kitchen, but as he sought out a mundane distraction suddenly a crisp white shirt and undone collar and hint of bronze chest filled his view, and oh no, he was a goner.

“So this is the kid Timmy’s always been telling me about…lemme get a good proper look at you, pumpkin.”

Suddenly, Jack’s finger was on his jawline, tilting Rhys’ head up. His skin was a little greasy, a little wet from where he’d been handling the meat. It left a little trail over Rhys’ own skin as Jack started to stroke down to his chin, eyes searching Rhys’ face—for what, the young man didn’t know, but Jack must have found it quickly, because his sharp grin soon spread from cheekbone to cheekbone.

“Hah. Whoops. Sorry about that.” Jack lifted his fingers from Rhys’ jawline, rubbing the oily tips together so close to Rhys’ lips he cold nearly taste the fat. “Ah well. What’s a little meat juice between friends?” Jack’s eyes glimmered, showing off the slightly different hues that might just be a trick of the kitchen lighting.

“And we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Bet you’ve made a lot of new friends in college, huh Rhysiekins?”

Rhys nodded, voice sticking again.

Jack moved in closer, hands bracing on either side of Rhys, fingers close to the young man’s own on the granite of the counter’s edge. He could feel Jack’s ring brushing up against the side of his palm—it was warm, like his hand.

“You like ‘Rhysiekins,’ pumpkin? Or should I keep trying to find the perfect little nickname for you?” Jack’s voice was definitely slumming into a throaty purr that had the hair on the back of Rhys’ neck standing up. His voice managed to claw out of his throat but stumbled into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering like a hummingbird gorged on nectar.

“You have any plans for the summer, cupcake? Internships, jobs, volunteer work, partying?”

Rhys felt hypnotized, just barely able to eke out a response because he felt like Jack wanted it.

“Uh…n-not really…just gonna kind of hang out, you know?”

Jack’s hand lifted, pinning one of Rhys’ against the counter. He tapped it softly, sending blood pumping in time up to Rhys’ already full cheeks.

“Mm. Then I expect to see a lotta you around this place, ‘kay?”

“Y-Yes sir.” It slipped out before Rhys could stop it. Jack threw back his head and laughed, body swaying away from Rhys’.

“Sir! Oh, I like you kiddo.”

Jack liked him. He liked him. Rhys couldn’t stop the grin that split across his face even if he wanted to.

By the time Tim returned from the car, arm slung with reusable bags full of vegetables, Jack had moved away from Rhys to preheat the oven and grab another beer from the fridge. Rhys nodded at Tim’s silent question as he set the bags of produce on the counter, sure to stifle any lingering blush lest his best friend get a hint of what had happened between him and Jack. As hot as the man was, Rhys had just re-connected with Tim. He didn’t want to risk that.

But as he finished washing and handing the silky vegetables over to Jack—who deftly grasped them in his huge hands and sunk his blade into their juicy, yielding flesh—Rhys couldn’t help but feel like he’d finally found something he really wanted to do this summer.

#spacetext #fanfic #long post #rhack #modern AU #jack is like 27 in this #tftbl

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pinktacofury · 7 years ago

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She was serious?

Heya guys and gals, getting five of each imagine up on my Master list one Fandom at a time, figure it’s just better that way haha. Here is another SOA imagine, Lurv PTF.

Warnings- The usual guys, language, gun violence, blood, gore, triggers??? DEFINITELY DOES NOT FOLLOW THE SHOW... I love the show but its soooo damn sad.

Summary- Natalie Lowman, daughter to Happy Lowman returns from her studies abroad, she was conceived when he was seventeen and after a Few rough patches over her childhood he helped raise her and paid mostly for her college.

A/n- I only own Natalie, I do not own any of the people, places, things, gifs or images in this imagine. ( I may have gotten a little carried away with this one...)

Italics - Flashbacks

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“I can’t do this! They are going to be the death of you!” Natalie heard her mother shout from down stairs, her voice wavered as if she were on the verge of tears, at only four years old she had heard her parents argue more often than not.

“You don’t have to! I do! You never have to do anything and it’s all because I am what I am! You’ve never needed a job!” Her father shouted back his voice colder than she had ever heard it from him before, Natalie was scared as her mother stomped up the stairs and began throwing drawers loudly open.

“Daddy?” Natalie asked as she toddled down the stairs to find her father sitting in his big leather chair with his head in his hands, when he looked up at her he gave her a warm smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey baby, you and Mommy are going away for a while. Okay?” he asked as he pulled her up onto his lap where she wrapped her arms around his broad chest.

“I don’ wanna Daddy, I wanna stay.” She murmured as she nuzzled her nose into his chest getting comfortable.

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“What the hell is this!? I told you I didn’t want her anywhere near your gang of psychos! how dare you! I will make sure you never get to see her again!” Natalie’s mother shouted wildly throwing her arms in the air, Natalie was eleven now and she wanted to be around the guys as much as they wanted to be around her, she loved them all so much.

“They are her family Andrea! More family than you could ever know!” Her father shouted as he struggled to control his temper, Natalie walked over and gave his hand a little squeeze as she hoisted her little Koala backpack over her shoulder and let her shoulders slump as she sat in the passenger seat of her mothers old buick to be carted back to South Dakota.

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“Congratulations baby girl! I am so proud of you!” Natalie turned to embrace the man behind her with a wide smile as she talked to one of her friends, graduation had been a blast and having her father and the Charter there to support her when her mother wouldn’t made Natalie’s heart soar.

“I am so happy to see you daddy!” She squealed throwing her arms around the man’s neck before she was enveloped in a massive group hug, having graduated a couple of years early was a major accomplishment for her and her mother could have given a shit less, she cared more about the drugs than her own daughter.

“Got any Colleges picked out baby? I’ve got enough saved up to send you just about anywhere in the world.” He stated making her squeal once more covering her face with her hands as she jumped up and down excitedly, she had always wanted to be a surgeon.

“Well there are a couple....” She grinned holding up a stack of college acceptance letters with a little wink as he laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

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Natalie had landed in California that morning and headed straight for her fathers MC Charter, she hadn’t heard from him in five years... since her graduation and acceptance into College, she had wrapped herself in her career choice and gone through five years of school, having graduated she had come back to the states in search of a residency close to her father, only he wasn’t there and she was informed by the guys and him and another man from the charter were patching over in charming. Off she went in search of Charming... wondering of course if it really was a charming place. Teller Morrow is where she was told to go, pulling her bike into the mechanics lot she pulled the helmet from her head and took a good look around, this was definitely a MC, men wandered around shirtless or in just their Kuttes, while others wandered around in light t shirts with their kuttes... She spotted her father across the lot and jumped from her bike leaving it sit in the middle of the cement while she darted across the space, her heels clicking loudly attracting attention as she launched herself at the man wrapping her arms around him tightly and giving him a noisy kiss on the cheek.

“Daddy! I have missed you!” She called as he hugged her back chuckling as confused murmurs sounded around the auto shop.

“Aw I missed you too baby girl, what are you doing back? I though you were in school.” Happy laughed as he pulled her away at arms length to get a better look at his little girl all grown up, she was the perfect mesh of him and her mother making, in his oppinion, one stunning woman.

“Nah graduated this month, looking for a residency near by... Pretty tired of being away from my family.” She mused taking note that he refused to remove his arm from her shoulders leaning down and kissing the top of her head as he walked with her to the group of gathered Bikers only to have her run off ahead of him and jump on another man giggling as he shook his head giving her a huge bear hug.

“Rane Man! Look at you, you big bear! You haven’t changed a bit!” She giggled as he set her down on her feet having to tilt his head to even see her face, she was so short she barely came up to his pecs.

“You haven’t changed much at all little Pest, still short and too smart for your own good.” He laughed from deep inside his chest surprising everyone in the room as his usual death glare softened at the sight of the grinning little woman who beamed at the others who stared in disbelief.

“Hi I’m techinically Doctor Natalie Wesley Lowman! You can call me Nat if you want.” She laughed as she offered a tiny manicured hand to each of the men in turn as they introduced themselves. Jax, Bobby, Chibs, Tig.... at least thats what she thought they said.

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Jax couldn’t help but watch the little woman laughing and talking with his mother, after she had arrived Natalie had swept through the club taking every heart in the room and making them all love her within less than a couple of weeks, even if she hadn’t been the daughter of one of their members she would have been accepted as family in an instant, Jax was sure of it. She helped his mom set the table for the whole Club, giving her signature grin as his mother said something Jax couldn’t make out before she shook her head, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder and exposing a small bit of tattoo across the woman’s bare shoulders, it looked like it belonged to a larger tattoo, possibly the top of some buildings, working up the nerve Jax swaggered over to the table and tapped her shoulder.

“Hey, what’s that tattoo you got?” He asked the whole table turned in their direction at the mention of a tattoo, She gave him a small grin as she turned her back to them pulling her shirt up over her head to cover her breasts as she exposed the whole tattoo to them, Jax moved over pulling the waistband of her leggings down a little so he could see more of it.

“Well I’ll be damned... you actually did it.” Happy chuckled a little as he shook his head running his hand over his face. “I was only half Serious when I sent you that sketch kiddo.” he laughed as the others walked over to get a better look, Jax blinked a little as he knelt down taking in the detail of the the massive back piece.

“I know you were, I just liked it so much I had to get it done, after all why let such a wonderful thing waste away on paper?” She mused as she pulled her shirt back over her head, unfortunately all the guys were so wrapped up in her tattoo they missed the brief flash of her breasts as Natalie lifted her arms.

“Alright boys enough gawking, dinner is done.” Gemma laughed as Jax pulled out Natalie’s chair setting her next to him, dinner was quiet up until the front door burst open, a bloody Tig stumbling in holding his insides in with his arm as he toppled to the floor groaning. Chairs were thrown back onto the floor as the members sprung up and moved to get the man onto the coffee table in the living room.

Jax panicked a little up until Natalie shoved through them shouting orders to the confused and frankly scared men, a large needle, black thread, a bottle of everclear, any kind of belt or thick folded cloth, a sharp knife, tweezers and two pairs of auto lock pliers, a deep pan, a lighter and a shot glass.The men scattered in all directions as Gemma took up the role of nurse to the very calm Natalie who set to work immediately, she poured the everclear over all of the objects in the pan, she had Bobby pour several shots of everclear for Tig who passed out signalling to Natalie she could get to work, she pressed her hands into Tig’s stomach searching for the source of the gushing blood, once she had found it she instructed Jax to place his hands directly where hers were and press the artery closed with his thumb and forefinger, it was like sticking his hand in spaghetti sauce... only it was gross, once his hand was there she clicked the pliers into place charging Jax to hold them there just as she had set them, his arms up to his elbows were coated in blood as she worked to get the artery back together with the hot metal tip of the lighter fusing the thin membrane together with heat.... how had Tig even made it to the house? Natalie instructed Jax to loosen the pliers slowly, when the blood flow remained in the artery she instructed Jax to step back away from her as she rearranged Tig’s intestines before expertly threading the needle and working to piece together the mans shredded stomach, when she was finished she stood motioning for the guys to GENTLY pick up the man in question and take him to a bed in the house, she didn’t care whose it was.

“You’re shaking.” She stated as she pressed her hands against his own, both covered in blood and dripping onto the coffee table... the carpet was going to have to be replaced in the living room.

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Natalie had been by Tig’s side for two straight days, fussing with the stitches, checking for rigidness in the abdomen, growling at the man when he refused to remain lying down, forcing him to take the vitamins she had picked up for him to take to replenish the blood he had lost, occasionally she would allow him to lay his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair talking about anything and everything to keep him amused while he was stuck in bed. Gemma huffed when Natalie declined eating in favor of giving her portion to Tig who wolfed down the food like he hadn’t eaten in months, Jax stayed with her sometimes when he wasn’t off on club business to make sure Tig wasn’t being a pain, the man gave a snort of laughter when he walked in on Tig laying in her lap as she made up stories to keep the man content.

“ The trail was steep, jagged rocks attested to the lack of use, after all the village only sent someone up once a month... the mule struggled to find adequate footing as it moved slowly up the side of the mountain weighed down heavily by several too full roughly woven sacks of food and bottles of mulled wine, the man walking beside the mule panted with exhaustion as the sun beat down on his exposed back and shoulders, it was getting late but the heat didn't seem to want to let up even as the skies began to darken.... Oh hello Jax.” Natalie giggled as she looked up from Tig’s face to see who had snorted at her.

“Gettin’ good now... sit down n’ shut it.” Tig mumbled as she ran her fingers through his hair stopping him from moving too much to look at Jax who settled down at his side motioning for Natalie to continue.

“Atop the mountain stood a lone temple, it’s worn stone block walls covered in a thick layer of dust and moss, untouched by time as it sat high above the world. Within the temple was rumored to be a group of immortal monks that ruled the weather, in exchange for favorable weather for their crops the villagers sent up enough food to keep the monks happy, rolled wheat flour, loaves of fresh bread, salted meats, sweet wines, fresh milk, cream, jugs of water, vegetables from every field, potatoes, carrots, cucumbers, squash, pumpkin... The man wanted nothing more than to get there and back home as soon as possible, he urged the mule to go faster as he too sped up his pace falling occasionally only to cut up his hands something fierce on the rocks along the path. Finally after many hours of walking the man came across the old worn mahogany chest the villagers placed the offering in only to find himself craving a good meal, unable to wait until he got home to his wife and children he sat with his back against the strong wood of the chest and dug in one of the bags coming out with a loaf of bread and a jug of wine for himself while the mule gave him a seemingly indignant look shaking its head.....” Natalie was cut off as Tig gasped softly in her lap, her eyes flitted to his stomach a little worried for a moment before she realized it wasn’t a gasp of pain.

“He’s going to get the whole village into trouble!” The man gasped looking up at her, horror written all over his face. As he settled down she smiled softly continuing on with the story.

“The man indulged himself in some of the vegetables, the milk and even some of the salted meats which only made him even more thirsty. By the time the man was satisfied there wasn’t a single bit of offering left untouched, having had too much wine the man drifted off to sleep right there on the chest, his mule tied to a tree and his belly full of food that wasn’t his. When the man awoke.... he found a very tall, very imposing man standing over him, his face hidden by a hooded robe of thick dark material.....” She smiled down at Tig who gave a groan.

“Now he’s gone an’ done it!” Tig whined as he shivered a little likely imagining the monk in his mind, Jax smiled as he placed his chin in his palms listening as much as Tig if not more.

“The man jumped to his feet sheepishly rubbing his hand around the back of his neck as he stuttered out apology after apology in an attempt to pacify the monk with his words, the tall monk stood there silent as he listened ever so patiently until the man went quiet. With an exaggerated slowness the monk lifted a pair of gnarled, ancient looking hands to the skies, within moments ominous clouds filled the sky, lightning flashed across the bottoms of the black storm striking down around the man startling him into motion, he grabbed the reins of his mule running for the path that lead home, the winds howled around him, thunder rumbled through the early morning air vibrating the stones beneath him as he fled. Once at the base of the mountain he stopped dead in his tracks, fire spread through the crops, houses burned, families stood at the edge of the village sobbing over the loss of their homes.... the man dropped to his knees sobbing as his family shot him dark looks, he had failed them and now they would suffer.” Natalie looked down to see a horror stricken Tig looking up at her expectantly hoping the story wouldn’t end there, she gave a little giggle as she gently patted his shoulder so he would lift up slightly and let her slide out from under him.

“It’s time to nap, that is more than enough excitement for today.” She made her way to the door taking Jax’s hand in her own as Tig lay back in the pillows and made a show of slowly rolling onto his side and closing his eyes, Natalie noted that as soon as his eyes closed, his breathing slowed, becoming even and deep signalling his sleep.

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“Come on Natalie, we might need you there tonight... Come to the fights, patch us up, watch me wipe the floor with some assholes.” Jax murmured as he walked with her to his bike intending to give her a ride to the pharmacy to pick up some supplies for tig.

“Fine. But only because I expect you to win.” She mused as she climbed onto the back of his bike wrapping her arms around his waist holding onto him loosely.

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“Yeah!” Jax roared as he rounded the corner flexing as he pulled Natalie to his chest holding her close to him.

“Well aren’t you an impressive ball of tes...” She trailed off as his lips met hers in a frantic yet some how passionate kiss. “tosterone.” She finished as he looked down at her with a hungry glint in his eye.

“Let’s show you how impressive I can be.” He murmured and she shook her head giving him a smile as she wrapped her arms around his waist earning a bit of a glare from the ginger woman standing behind him.

#Jax X OC #SOA #Fight #Jax Teller #Happy X OC #Happy's Daughter #Doctor #What if #Sons of Anarchy #Happy Lowman #SOA X OC #SOA X reader #Jax x reader

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emperor-lover · 7 years ago

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hi omg i love your minhyun scenarios so much!! cld u do one where you're both idols dating secretly but the public finds out and ships it? make it long please😘😘😘😘tyty

hi, thank you kind anon!! haha I tried making it long, and i’m sorry about the long wait! This will be in the same setting as the WGM!AU, so please read that if you haven’t yet! Enjoy!!!! xx

soooo Minhyun and you have been dating secretly ever since the WGM break up

But one day you get a casting call to be the 2nd female lead in an upcoming drama

you’re really excited and you tell Minhyun about it

and he’s like wait, is this for this drama??

and you’re like yeah! wait how did you know?

And he’s like, I was going to tell you tonight but I got cast as the 2nd male lead!

and you’re both like omg

you’re going to be working together

what’s great is that even the public are like omfg my faves from wgm are going to be reunited on this drama

and everyone’s so excited because it’s been a couple of years since youve publicly interacted

and you know everyone kinda goes crazy when former wgm couples even so much as walk past each other or make eye contact

so the fact you’re both going to be acting together as a couple is a big deal

your managers are wary but they trust that you’ll be good at concealing it seeing as it’s already been a couple of years and no one has found out yet

also because you two have been really good at keeping your relationship a secret ever since wgm finished

like you’d never do anything that would cause suspicion

so you’d never wear couple items out when you went to the airport in case they’d get photographed

there was only one instance where both of you had promoted albums at the same time, but even then you’d make sure to only go to each other’s waiting rooms when there would be no cameras around

the time you two had gone on a date outside you had been so very careful, and had succeeding blending into the crowd like any other couple would

luckily both of you are homebodies, so lounging around at each others dorms was fine for both of you

which is why the two of you are actually so close because you literally tell each other everything

if a day has been tough for you, Minhyun just opens his arms up and you just melt into his embrace while he sings something sweet in your ear

on days that Minhyun happens to be feeling more tired than usual, you’ll bring over some homemade comfort food and some classic movies to watch until he falls asleep

you both kinda baby each other when someone is tired or under the weather, like Minhyun will tuck you into bed if you’re the one who falls asleep first and vice versa

also both of you have A++++ cuddling skills

every couple of months on your days off, sometimes you’d go on long drives together to the countryside, where there wasn’t as many people

you’d go on walks along the coastline and find a nice area to sit and have a lil picnic

Because of how careful the two of you were though, you weren’t too sure what to do now that you’d be acting together

So on the day of the first table reading of the script, both of you just acted as if you hadn’t seen each other since wgm

Minhyun being the crap liar he is, had been attempting to to strike up a weird conversation at one point but it was so forced both of you were trying so hard not to laugh at each other

because it was being filmed, you were slightly nervous but after the video came out, you were pleasantly surprised about the majority of comments from knetz

oh my god, look at this it’s my fave wgm couple’s reunion

aren’t they so cute, i can’t wait to see their scenes together in the drama

even at a table reading they’re perfect for each other

i wish they were dating for real ;;;;

Shooting went smoothly, especially because the chemistry between the two of you was very very real

The way that Minhyun had been looking at you was as if honey was dripping out of his eyes

“Either he’s a natural born actor, or he’s seriously in love with Y/N”

It was the same for you though, being around Minhyun all the time at work made it easy to become very casual around him

You’d playfully hit his arm if he messed up a take, or pull a silly face at him across the room before he had to act a serious scene

Fans were becoming more and more suspicious but played it off as if you two were just super close friends (which you are)

There were also a few kiss scenes, and they were all so damn natural

Even the director was like ???

Done in one-take?? Usually it takes a few more for people who don’t have much experience with kiss scenes

but nope, “you two are just so natural, it’s almost as if you’ve done this before??”

*cue nervous laughter*

so one night you’re hanging out at Minhyun’s dorm after a long day of filming and one of the pds calls you because there’s an extra scene that they need to add in to the upcoming episode and you’re needed

At the same time, Minhyun’s phone rings and it’s another pd who is also letting him know that he’s needed for said scene

And he’s like “yes, i’ll go there right away!”

and the pd on the phone to you pauses slightly before asking…

“Why are you and Hwang Minhyun still together at 2AM?”

So that’s how the staff found out about your relationship

Like it was obvious to people who worked with both of you closely that the two of you liked each other, but no one wanted to assume anything

Everyone was giving you knowing smiles when you went into work and you just sighed because you knew the staffs were never going to stop teasing

Literally the littlest thing they’d squeal over

“Y/N, why don’t you sit next to Minhyun for lunch break?”

“Aw did you see Minhyun gave Y/N his jacket because it was cold!”

They drink the same juice!!! That’s so cute, what do we do? Young love must be nice

Minhyun was having a concert and some of the cast decided to go to support

so you took this opportunity to go along too

Minhyun didn’t know you were going so you were planning on surprising him

and it was such a happy night, everyone bundled in backstage congratulating him on a successful concert

And you tried to sneak past to your manager who was holding onto the flowers you were planning on giving him

but Minhyun can recognise your silhouette anywhere so he immediately knew it was you bundled up in a black hoodie trying to squeeze away from the crowd

You had just about reached your manager when you felt Minhyun’s hand wrap round your wrist gently, pulling you round to face him

“Y/N!!! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming!”

His smile was practically blinding, you had to blink a few times to snap our of your daze

and you’re a stuttering mess, gesturing to the flowers and then to him and you don’t know what to say because you’re just so freaking proud of Minhyun

and he just laughs and pulls you into a hug and everyone is like OoOOOOoOOO ;))))

And you get one of the staff to take a photo of the two of you, and you both set it as your lockscreen for good luck

Usually you were both quite sweet to each other in behind the scenes videos

for example, there was a clip where you’d been playing with Minhyun’s hand, something that you tend do without thinking which was obviously the case here because you had been staring off into space

and Minhyun had just smiled at you before flicking your forehead gently

which snapped you out of your little bubble, so you scowled up at him

and he had just giggled before tweaking your nose

so it became this little war going on of you swatting away his hands and him trying to flick your forehead or squeeze your cheeks

That though wasn’t the key player in the reveal of your relationship

What gave it away to the rest of the world was literally the smallest detail

But of course the detective fans had managed to spot something

The stylists had been fixing up Minhyun’s hair and makeup, when one of the staff had asked what the time was

And Minhyun had checked his phone

Someone had screenshotted and zoomed in on his phone until it was a blurry af image of the lockscreen

with more detective skills, fans discovered from the clothes that the people in the pic are wearing are the clothes that you were wearing to Minhyun’s concert

so surprise surprise, big reveal everyone deducts that the two of you are dating

and your company and pledis don’t deny or confirm anything straight away

also because at that time you had been preparing for a comeback with your group

and you were so worried about it affecting the comeback and also the drama negatively

You don’t even know how to react because your phone has exploded with messages

it’s just crazy overwhelming, and it’s the same for Minhyun

and you give him a call and he’s full of apologies

“Y/N, are you ok? i’m so sorry, I didn’t realise my phone lockscreen would be seen in that shot;;”

Just listening to his voice calms you down, and you try to reassure him that it isn’t his fault

“there’s no way you could have imagined that anyone would have seen that in the shot Minhyun, it’s ok!”

“I don’t know what the company is planning on doing, but all I know is that we’ll make it through this, together.”

Minhyun tells you to go to sleep early and wait to see what your companies statements will be in regards to your relationship in the morning

you’re scared to log on to check the news and you decide to avoid it completely

but your group member comes rushing into your room with a big smile on her face

“Y/N! Read this!!” shoving her phone into your face

You take the phone hesitantly but your eyes widen when you read it

Literally pages of comments praising your relationship and how happy they are that it’s real

Everyone ships it.

Most of your friends were surprised that you were able to keep it hidden for so long

And the two of you still try to keep it super lowkey because no one likes it when couples are super PDA

BUT at the end of the year, you attended the big awards ceremony with Minhyun and everyone was just so amazed

because damn you guys are like so hot, wtf it’s really not fair

Minhyun is wearing this reallllly nice tuxedo that does so much justice for his broad shoulders and long legs

it’s like how is it possible that these two people who have great personalities, and are such talented visuals, exist??

AND THEY’RE DATING EACH OTHER?

Life isn’t fair, where are all the other people in the world who are perfect like you guys?

So of course, it was no surprise when they announced you and Minhyun as the winners of the best couple award for the drama you were in

And Minhyun’s such a gentleman, offering you his hand when you’re going up and down the steps to collect the award

and his eyes never leave your face during your thank you speech

and both of you are just so thankful that everything is just so perfect and meant to beeeee

like wow love really does exist, don’t lose hope y’all i say as I type out these scenarios and cry because it’s so unrealistic, you can only dream

lol the ending im sorry ;;;; anyways, thanks always for reading!!

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deeahhnuh · 4 years ago

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2020!

I've done this year-in-review thing since 2007! 2007-2012 are over on my old LiveJournal, and 2013-on are right here on my Tumblr. :)

Well, 2020. It was a year. Hoping 2021 brings brighter days for everyone! :) Happy New Year!!!

What did you do in 2020 that you'd never done before?

A few things!

Cut my own hair! A pixie-ish style I had in October 2019 had grown out to a mullet-like thing mid-year. I got brave and figured "oh why not?" and chopped off the bottom half of the mullet - and voila, I had a (rough) bob! I've gotten a little more confident with trimming (and even tried some very amateur "layering" the other day, actually!) as the months have passed, and my hair doesn't look too terrible considering I'm my own stylist~ lol!

I'm working remotely! I've been working from home since May!

Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don’t tend to make big, official "New Years’ resolutions," but last year I did want to be more serious about taking care of my health; I held to it, more or less, but still want to be "better" about it! :)

Did anyone close to you give birth?

No new babbies in 2020!

Did anyone close to you die?

My aunt passed away this year. She was one-of-a-kind, so loving, and simply marvelous. ♥

What countries did you visit?

None, duh (not that I planned to in the first place, but you know!)

What would you like to have in 2021 that you lacked in 2020?

Still want to go with the flow better - that’s what I said last year! :)

What date(s) from 2020 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

March, when everything shut down; from there on, too many dates and moments to count!!

What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I adjusted to working remotely! It’s so weird being at home but not - and I had a slight learning curve getting used to it - but all in all it’s pretty cool!

This "achievement" is very very silly - but - I've been using last.fm for 15 years as of November! I'm glad to have such a long "record" of my music listening - so many musical memories! :) Probably too many, haha - I hit 155,000 plays in December!

What was your biggest failure?

As I usually say here - everything’s a learning experience! :)

Did you suffer illness or injury?

Thank heavens, no.

What was the best thing you bought?

The Ministry of Sound compilation The Annual 2021. I love getting the classic year-end comp from the label each year, but this year I wondered if there would even be a release for this one. In a year of strangeness, it felt wonderfully “normal” and a bit of a relief to hit the “preorder” button on Amazon for this. It was an even better feeling to receive it and listen! :)

Whose behavior merited celebration?

My fam!!

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Well, not a fan of the unsafe and, tbh, selfish behavior that seems to be popular with some. Just wear a mask and don't be a jerk!

Where did most of your money go?

A range of things - and as for the more frivolous stuff, music!

What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Holidays and birthdays were bright spots for me this year!

What song will always remind you of 2020?

I listened to soooo much music this year! I did listen to and adore some top-notch 2020 releases (KYLIE! Pet Shop Boys! Grimes! and so many more!), but I really enjoyed returning to some of my old faves - the fact that I dug not one but two comps this year with Back To The Old Skool in the title says it all! :) In addition to the dance tracks I adore, I also dove in to some of the quality chillout tunes I've loved over the years, including Blue Stone - good, soothing stuff that hit the spot in 2020! Here's my Spotify playlist of faves I enjoyed this year - it's three-and-a-half hours long, wow!

Compared to this time last year (2019), are you:

I'm okay! Hanging in there, and hopeful.

What do you wish you'd done more of?

As usual - listen to more new (or at least recent) music releases! And also, watch more TV series other than goofy Bravo/Real Housewives stuff lol! I like my pure trash escapism, but I need to branch out!

What do you wish you'd done less of?

Like last year, I wish I'd done less stressin' - but I'm gonna keep working on that! :)

How did you spend Christmas?

In a year of, well, 2020, it was wonderful to have some tasty ham and connect with the fam, even if it was only via Zoom.

What was the most embarrassing thing that happened to you in 2020?

Didn't do anything too stupid this year, lol!

How many one-night stands?

Lol none

What was your favorite TV program?

My doofy cartoons, like Family Guy, kept me cheery! And I got back into South Park; I'd forgotten how delightfully goofy it is. I've decided that I must stan Butters, because he is adorable.

Of course Bravo stuff!! Real Housewives of wherever, Below Deck, Southern Charm... It's all good.

And you know what? Space Force was lovely. I know it got terrible reviews, but I liked it a lot!!

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2020?

Pajamas.

What kept you sane?

The fam. (And lots of music!)

Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?

Golly! No.

What was the best book you read in 2020?

I'll read next year lol

What was your greatest musical discovery?

Rediscovery of the year - Blue Stone. Beautifully chilled stuff.

What did you want and get?

As the year went along, I wanted to keep family traditions going - giving gifts and seeing family for special times, that kind of thing. We adapted to it all being digital, or outside and very socially distanced and masked. I'm glad that we kept things going as much as we did!

What did you want and not get?

Less stress lol!

What was your favorite film of this year?

I think it's hilarious that the last movie I saw in a theater was Dolittle, which was decimated by reviews! I liked it enough - but it wasn't my fave this year, lol! From the 2020 releases I saw - I adored Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga. So much fun! And Bill & Ted Face the Music (there's a music theme here!) was great too! Of the oldies that were new to me, somehow I'd never seen Christmas in Connecticut (1945), but as of this year it is a fave! I watched a bunch of good stuff this year - I'm glad I kept track of it all in my 2020 scrapbook to look back on!

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

It was a chill day - worked, then spent time with my fam and just enjoyed the day! I'm 34 now!

What three things would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Idk about this one! I'm just hopeful that next year gets us on a smoother road!!

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

I'll just go ahead and admit that my answer to this prompt is Willem Dafoe. It's a weird answer for a weird year!

What political issue stirred you the most?

Oh dear. Well, everything!

Who did you miss?

It has been a sad and heavy season - in the last few years, we've lost my grandmother, my uncle, and now, my aunt. ♥

What is a valuable life lesson you learned in 2020?

This year just made it clearer than ever to me how crucial it is to have hope. Of course ya gotta work hard, work together, and hang in there! But have hope, too.

What quote can be used to sum up your year?

What in the world kind of quote can sum up 2020?! I don't think any one phrase can really do it!!!

#deeahhnuh #year #2020

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lawofattractionlife · 7 years ago

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WHAT’S BEEN GOING THROUGH MY HEAD RECENTLY & SOME... NEWS

+ MORE DIARY POSTS | I’ve realized that this type of long posts are not very popular on the blog but none the less I’d like to get more personal with you guys and write diary posts more frequently because I feel so happy when I do it. I always feel like when I talk or write I tend to remind myself what I already know and get things clearer. Abraham say that writing is the strongest point of focus and I truly feel that as being true. I get very focused when I do it and what better way to focus positively and at the same time help, inspire or even only warm the heart of someone who is going through something too? The main center of attention is going to be on the good and the fabulous but this doesn’t necessarily mean it’d always be like that. I want you to know that it’s not always going to be rainbows and butterflies but I’ve come to the huge realization that that’s the most amazing part of it all. I’m starting to appreciate the contrast more and more (not in the exact moment of it haha) and that’s a huge relief. So I want to share little peaks of everything so you see that I’m on my own journey too as everyone else and I’m still learning, still evolving, still bettering myself at allowing more rather than less. The whole purpose of this blog is to be my happy, ecouraging, helpful enviroment full of positivy and the main focus is going to be as it has always been - lots of quotes, lots of pictures, lots of question and answers, affirmations, videos, etc. I love writing, I’ve always wanted to start a personal blog but didn’t know how to begin with it so I decided to use this space as a little step towards that since there are so many of you now and I’m 100% positive that lots of you want to read what I have to say. I want it to be real and I want it to be written from the heart and of course... more personal. That’s why this is going to be more of a ‘whenever-i-feel-like-writing segment’ since I don’t want to put any pressure on myself just yet to set a certain time or day. This means that for now whenever I get the inspiration to sit down and write there is going to be a diary post up for you guys. Soooo.. stay tuned for that! I hope there are some of you who are excited just as I’m excited!

+ THE BLOG IS GETTING BIGGER | The blog is getting more and more attention by the day. It’s growing like a mushroom and this makes me excited beyond words. Almost everytime I sit on my computer I check out where people visit from and it’s so fun seeing the variety of places. Seeing that more and more people from all over the world are interested in the blog and the knowledge and clarity it offers makes me very happy. For sure this tumblr is my creative outlet and I put a lot of time and thought into the posts&answers, but it’s not about me it’s about you, guys! I was just talking to a friend few days ago how it’s really nice hearing people tell you that you’re amazing and doing good, but it’s even nicer to hear that you’re amazing but that they’re amazing too and you helped them realize it. That being said I’m very much appreciative of every like, answer, question and follower and especially of the people who are kind and generous enough to write amazing little messages of love and gratitude. I’m very appreciative of the people who also take the time to write back later on when they’ve asked for advice before. It never fails to make me happier knowing that I successfuly helped someone to allow their desire. Thank you guys for everything. Here’s a little fact - there are 20+ questions still waiting for an answer. It’s just that lately I’m riding on a different wave if I can put it into words like that and I don’t want to give you guys half-hearted answers. So please be patient with me and know that I haven’t forgotten nor ignorned any of them. In the mean time don’t forget the essence of law of attraction and that it all goes down to one thing - happiness. Believe me, you can feel happiness or relief under any circumstance.

+ FUN PLANS | I have lots and lots of ideas in my pocket not only about the blog but my whole life which I’m yet again very excited about! Even though it’s winter I feel like in my head it’s spring because ideas are blooming. I’m working on two very big projects right now but they’re still at a very early stage. I felt like I’ve been procrastinating in the past week so I just let it go for a while and I’m gathering inspiration from everywhere just waiting for an impulse to work on them because when I pushed myself harder to do it when I wasn’t ready I just saw that I’m shooting myself in the foot. As I’ve said above, I’m still learning every day and right now I’m working on not being so hard on myself. I know I’ll know it when I see it and that’s enough for now. For example, today I woke up tired and uninspired to do anything again and I just softly (didn’t demand) said to the Universe in my head that I want to receive inspiration to do something today that will make me happy and look at me now - writing a huge post and the words are just flowing. I’m finally doing something that makes me feel productive in some kind of way and it happened so naturally, I didn’t plan it at all!

+ 17:17 and ABRAHAM-HICKS | I really wanted to talk about Abraham and as I began typing this paragraph I saw 17:17 on the clock. It’s just so good seing evidence of alignment, isn’t it? I feel you there, Abraham! (I felt like people would think I’m weird having written that that I almost deleted it but who cares, I felt it and whoever undestands will understand) The blog is mainly filled with their stuff and it’ll continue to be like that. I was introduced to the Law of Attraction through the movie The Secret but I truly resonated with Abraham’s Teaching through Esther and Jerry. Their message to the world is so powerful and I feel it with every bone in my body that what they’re saying is true. I highly recommend their work to everyone!

+ LET’S GET PERSONAL | I feel like finally this post is seeing it’s end, haha. But not before I share something that makes me feel giddy even thinking about it. I don’t know what’s been going on in the past few days but I feel more in love with my boyfriend than I ever have before! It’s just the sweetest feeling. Yesterday we were going to visit his parents and he wanted to buy something for his car from a store that’s not near there. I felt like not going shopping then so he dropped me off at his parents’ house and went without me. As I was getting out of the car I thought to myself that I want him to surprise me. When he came back honestly I had already totally forgotten about the wish for a surprise. He said something in the form of “babe, I’ve forgotten something in the back of the car, can you please go get it?” and I was like... wait! He never ever does that. When we forget something usually he is the one to go get it haha. He said that it’s not important when I asked what it is so I replied that I don’t want to go because when we leave for home I’ll see it but he kept demanding. Without boring you with more details I went to the car and there it was - the huuuuge Ferrero Rocher candy I’ve wanted for years! Not only was it a cute moment but at the same time I thought damn, Universe... that was fast! A perfect example how an instant manifestation occurs when there is no resistance!

That’s all for now. I’ve been writing this for 3 hours now and what an amazing way to perpetuate a positive momentum it has been! I feel so happy right now. I wish you an amazing week and hope you feel joy wherever you stand!

#my little diary #Law of Attraction #abraham hicks #Abraham-Hicks #abraham #loa

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taylorandashley · 7 years ago

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Camping will be so cost efficient

guest star: Written by yours truly: Taylor

This is the story about the events that transpired on November 24, 2017. This really happened to us. I swear. But first let me start out with the bit of a preface: Before Ashley and I came to Australia we decided we really wanted to camp as well as stay in hostels. “This will be so cost efficient”, “camping is fun, and we wont have to stay in hostels and we can have our own space.” So we go online, searching for the best backpacking tents, space conscious and light. Sleeping bags and sleeping pads that can be stored compactly, flashlights, pillows that can be inflated or rolled up tight, anything small we could fit in our bags. I have to mention that these items that can be super compact tend to be much more expensive, but “it’s okay Ashley we’re going to be camping TONS, it’s worth the extra money.” Flash forward 2 months… Ashley is lugging around a 10 pound tent on her back which has not moved since the day we left. My sleeping pad has remained in my bag, taking up space and those damn pillows have yet to be blown up. Ashley comes to me and says “Okay, we’re finally going camping.” She plans it all out we’re going to rent a car and drive there. We sit the night before planning our next day, so excited, oblivious of the horror that is planned for us the next day. The plan was for Ashley to wake up around 7 am in time to pick up our rental car for 8am. We plan to head to bed early as tomorrow is a big day. I wake up to a slight rustle of Ashley who’s alarm did not go off around 7 as planned and instead it is now 755am. The rental car place is approximately a 20 minute walk away. I look at my belongings thrown across the floor as if a tornado has gone through the room and she looks at me and says “SOOOO, you’re not packed.” I reassure her that by the time she gets back I’ll be packed and have breakfast started. We should’ve probably looked at this and gone hmmmm, maybe instead we’re in store for a bit of an interesting day but no, we still looked forward with optimism. We lug our 1 million pounds of luggage (that’s what it feels like I swear) into our 2014 Toyota Yaris (YAY A YARIS) and take off from Newcastle. We stop at Big W for some odds and ends and to Anaconda (the best camping store in the world) before we head out. Ashley has a revelation that she’s forgotten her after bite cream (prescription stuff that has been our SAVIOUR from misquotes thus far) at the hostel. Off we go back to hostel to search the room, its not there. Which surprised me as it honestly looks like cream someone would use for their Hoo Ha and I’m not sure who would want that second hand. We continue on for our 2 hour drive towards Crowdy National Park. We have a nice drive talking when Ashley finally clues in: “Wait, I think we were supposed to turn back there.” I get on the phone to look up and it turns out we had gone past our turn off. The GPS gives us 2 options: 1) continue on this route, it looks like a larger loop but it’s apparently only 7 minutes slower or 2) turn around and go on our original route. Maybe if I we had’ve picked route 1 we would’ve had a different day. We turn around to go on our original route. We turn off into a small little town and follow the GPS towards what looks like a dirt road. It’s okay, our Yaris can handle it. We go down this road, gravel a flying and bumping, Ashley quickly realizes that in order to not do damage to this small car she has to drive about 15 kph. About 7 km into the drive Ashley turns and looks at me. “Oh my god, that’s why that long drive was only 7 minutes longer, this 24 km drive is all backroad.” Well we’re too far in now it doesn’t make sense to turn around now. We’re fine. We travel at an agonizing 15 kph, bumping up and down in the Yaris Ashley evading the HUNDREDS of pot holes and me attempting to not throw up on her from the constant stopping and turning around the stupid pot holes. We finally arrive at the campground after what felt like hours, Yaris all dirty, us hating the stupid roads and cursing that we didn’t turn around earlier as we probably broke everything under the car. Get our campsite and as we’re setting up look up and see wild kangaroos EVERYWHERE. We’re ecstatic. At least 5 we can see just right in front of us. “Oh my god we’re camping with kangaroo’s, how cool!” I quickly get on the phone with mom and brag about these roos running wild right beside us. We get our tent set up and head back to the RIGHT ROAD (the one who should’ve taken originally) towards town. We go to the grocery store and starting getting groceries for the next 3 nights. We needed an “Esky” (Australian for a cooler) and have seen these really cool styrofoam esky’s you can get from the grocery store. We buy that along with sausages, hot dog buns (perfect ones) and other random groceries. We head back to the car load in our groceries Ashley begins to pull out of our spot. *HONK* *BANG* *ASHLEY SCREAMS* We look behind and we’ve collided with an extremely large utility truck. We get out and our left tail light has been smashed out and not a scratch on the truck. I look up and hear a lady scream, the truck is rolling backwards towards us… He jumps in his truck and gets in it in time to throw the brake in and stop it from hitting us and another vehicle. We quickly realize this is going to be 50/50 and he has no damage so he can leave. No information required. (Big mistake we know) After getting in the vehicle Ashley looks at the contract from the rental company and realizes that we need to prove there was another vehicle in order for the amount being taken from us from 398$ to 900$. In order to have that we needed his information so the insurance company could call him and confirm there was 2 vehicles involved. New plan: we’ll go to an auto shop and get them to fix it before we take it back on Monday night. Perfect. First shop: we’re moving, we can’t order parts. Second shop: I don’t have a part and neither do my other 2 shops, you’ll have to call and get it ordered and get them to fix it back in Newcastle before you return it. Done. It’s shortly before 3, we head to the liquor store (clearly we need it). We’ll call the Newcastle shop when we get back to the campsite to order the new part. And find Molson Canadian (SUCCESS) head to the check out. We stand in line and *Smash* a guy drops beers right behind us at our feet. Alright sweet our bad luck is just radiating now. We look beside us and see a white 2 door truck with a utility trailer as the back. No. It can’t be the same guy. We turn around to find a driver. We automatically see about 5 of the exact same vehicle. Ashley waits for the driver, its not our man. We drive through the lot and I hear Ashley yell and lay on the horn. I turn and look and a truck is about a foot away from T-boning us on my side. You’ve got to be kidding me. We drive back to the campground. Turns out the most common vehicle around here is a white 2 door utility truck. Everywhere. We stop back at the store to talk to the lady who yelled at the guy when his truck was rolling. I go in and talk to her. Apparently the man is in there every few days and she will call me with his information the next time he’s in. Okay a win. We get back to our tent and crack open a well deserved beer. Its been a rough day. I call the Newcastle shop to order the part for the car, the deadline to order a part before Monday was at 3pm. It’s now shortly before 4. Sweet. So I guess we’re going through insurance now, we better hope to god get that guys information. I go to check on my sleeping pad which “self inflates” the one I just “Had to have” and “It’s okay to spend a little extra money on it” because “I’ll be using it all the time.” It has only inflated on one half and has no indication that it’s going to get any more blown up. Sweet. Sleeping should be fun. Okay time for some food. Yay. We planned for Australian Beef sausages with fresh hot dog buns and some chips and salsa (fancy I know) Im pulling our food out of the car to put into the esky and take over to the BBQ as I notice a few kanagroos within about 20 feet of me. I see a Joey poking out the pouch of a mom. (ADORABLE, RIGHT?) The joey hasn’t quite got all his fur on him and he looks slightly like a rat but his ears are adorable and his head is poking out in his moms tummy. The cutest thing in the world. I kneel down and stick my hand out towards the group of 3 roo’s and the mom comes towards me. I almost cry into the esky while loading it as this is the cutest thing ever. She comes up to me and Ashley starts snapping pictures. Im petting her as she starts to hop by me. I turn to Ashley to see if she got the picture and I see the mom casually start walking towards our dry food bag. No. She’s not going for that… Ashley quickly goes to pick up the bag and just as she does the Mom reaches in with her paws and grabs our bag of hot dog buns! I yell NOOOOOOOO (im very excited about these buns I kept poking them all afternoon) I lunge toward the bag as the mom has no picked it up in his paws. I attempt to rip it from her paws but she’s stronger than I suspect, there I am, pulling back and forth a bag of hot dog buns, losing to a kangaroo. I scream and pull as the hot dog buns going flying. I scramble attempting to pick them up before she can get them (the little thief) she’s managed to get one and is trying to put it in her mouth, I snatch it away and go NO. Swatting my hand at her. I grab all the buns and the bag and try to run for the picnic table by the BBQ. By this time all the campers have gathered. (oh honey haha look at these helpless Canadian girls fighting with kangaroos) But oh no, we’ve left the esky behind. Have no fear, Ashley gets a second wind and grabs the handle of the cooler and takes off. *SMASH* I turn around to see Ashley holding the handle of the cooler in her hand but the styrofoam and contents of the esky are no longer attached to the handle and are scattered amongst the ground surrounded by ice. I look at Ashley who just says, “I’m going to cry.” The noise of the cooler smashing on the ground has scared off our kangaroo friends. We sheepishly pick up the contents of our old cooler and make our way to the BBQ. At this point we’ve said “You’ve got to be kidding me” or “What the hell kind of day is this?” At least a dozen times, but this time we’ve really had it. We finally clean up the mess and make it over to the picnic table and BBQ. We take out a beer each. A toast: “What a shitty day, here’s to an awesome night.” I take out the sausages, which at this point I’m like yes. Okay something delicious. Perfect. I assumed they were more like hot dogs. And tried to tear off the outer layer which I assumed was plastic like back home. It's not. Turns out they wrap their sausages in “edible collagen” and you don’t have an option to not eat the collagen because it all falls out when the wrapping isn’t on it. I don’t know how to explain this so I can help you understand how unappealing this “sausage” looks like. It was like mince beef, add some water and gelatine and stuffed it into an intestine. The outside was browning but the inside you could squeeze the meat out and it would come out. I’ve now had it. I turn to Ashley: “I’M DONE WITH THIS, TAKE ME TO THE PUB.” Ashley: “But I don’t want to waste the food.” Me: “THEY WERE 4$” Ashley being the intriguing foodie that she is, insisted she try the dog food so she puts it in the bun (i’m sure it was the one I wrangled from Sheila (I decided to name the mom roo) She takes one bite into it and the collagen part goes no where but the meat comes squeezing out the end of it. “NOPE. NOPE, I’M DONE.” Ashley: “Its actually not bad.” I’m hangry. As I type this I sit at a hotel restaurant chomping on garlic bread, Ashley and I exhausted from this day, going over it, like did this really happen. We got lost and ended up on the worst road possible, bumping up and down, damaged our rental car with still an unsure way to fix it, almost got t-boned, disappointed by our camping gear, wrestled a bag of buns from a kangaroo, broke our esky, lost our ice and anyway to cool our things for the next 3 days, wasted food and likely became a vegetarian. We have now gotten back to the campground and have forced ourself into our tent, not allowing ourselves near fire, anything sharp or pointy or near other people, just in case we’re contagious. The moral of the story is don’t lose your after bite cream.

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