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jean-kayak · 4 years ago

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Summary: You try to help Aone get the girl he likes without realizing you’re helping the wrong person

Pairing: Takanobu Aone x gn!reader

Word Count: 3,186

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, little bit of a slow burn, there’s an oc (idk if that counts???)

A/N: I saw something that said that Aone would point at someone that he likes, so I thought I could write somethin with that lmao, and after reading a whole bunch of Aone fanfics, I am now apart of the Aone bandwagon

“How’d the practice match go yesterday, Aone?” You’re busy digging through your locker trying to find your textbook. You stop when you realize that you get no response from your white haired best friend.

You look over the door. "Aone?" He's not focused on you, but something behind you further down the hallway. You turn your head to see what he's looking at. You feel yourself scoff fondly when you see a girl standing at her locker, and you turn to say something to him when you see his arm raised, his index finger pointing right at her.

Your eyes widen in alarm as you walk around your locker door to push his arm down. "What the hell are you doing?" You grunt as you force his arm down, and then he looks down at you. "You can't point at a girl who you think is cute in the middle of the hallway! I thought you only did that to aces on the team you're playing against."

When you get his arm down, you turn back to look at the girl, who's now walking away, and you turn back to find your textbook. "You should go talk to her."

"What should I say?" he asks, and you cheer in triumph when you find it, closing your locker before looking at him.

"Well, do you know her?"

He shakes his head. "I know her name."

"Well, that's a start. Do you have any classes together?" you try, and he nods. "Okay, then try and start a conversation with her. Maybe like how boring the class is or something."

"But I don't think the class is boring," he deadpans, and you chuckle in defeat as you drop your head.

"Right, of course, you do," you mumble, and the bell rings. "Come on, big guy, we'll figure something out," you say as you pull on his arm to lead him down the hallway.

"So, how'd it go, Aone?" you ask as you start eating your lunch.

"What are you talking about?" Futakuchi asks, words garbled by the food in his mouth.

"Aone has a crush," you respond, and the scowl on Aone's face deepens as you laugh. "What? You do. And did you talk to this crush?" you question, and he turns away from you trying to fight the blush finding its way onto his face. Aone tried but he didn't know how, or what to say. He sits right next to her, and he had multiple opportunities, and he just couldn't find the courage.

"You expected Aone to talk to a girl on his own?" Futakuchi jokes, and you slap him lightly on the arm.

"Stop," you chide, and you turn back to the pink-faced boy. "Okay, so how about you try--"

"Y/N!" You're cut off by a voice, and the three of you turn towards the door, seeing the same girl that has Aone's attention, walking towards your desk.

"Speak of the devil," you whisper, ignoring the fact that Aone is staring a hole through your head right now. "Emiko, hey!" you respond as she stops in front of your desk.

"Do you have the shirt?" she asks, and you lean back in your chair to pull the shirt out of your desk, handing it to her. "Thank you so much!"

You wave her off. "Oh, it was no problem. Let me know if everyone else likes them." She nods and starts to walk away, but not before glancing at Aone that you don't miss. You're still not looking at Aone after she walks out, your attention focused on your food.

"You know her?" he speaks, and you turn your head towards him.

"Huh? What?" you respond quickly, feigning innocence. Aone's glare doesn't falter, and you sigh as you roll your eyes. "I don't know her like that, she just heard that I make shirts so she wanted me to make some for her club. She wanted a shirt to see if they would like the design."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew that you would've asked me to talk to her for you. Besides, it's obvious that you caught her eye anyway." The look in Aone's eyes changes to confusion. "She looked at you before she left. It was so obvious."

"Well, I was in the vicinity." You roll your eyes at his dull response, your thumb pointing at Futakuchi. "She didn't look at Futakuchi. So, that means you've got a chance. You've got like one foot in the door." You see Aone looks confused at your statement, and you sigh in defeat. "Okay, I'm going to help you, but I will not talk to her for you."

When Aone sees Emiko the next day, he luckily doesn't point at her, but he does stare at her. "Don't stare at her so hard, she's not going to disappear," you say, looking at your phone, already knowing that he's looking at her, and he looks at you.

"Why don't you say something to her instead of staring at her," Futakuchi adds as he walks to stand next to you.

"What should I do?" Aone asks, and you look up from your phone, meeting his eyes.

"Be yourself," you tell him, knowing that he's fighting the insecurities in his head. "Don't change yourself for her. You're already amazing as is, and if she can't see that, she's not worth it." You smile, your words nothing but honest, and you see the look in his eyes change to something that you can't read. Before you can question it, Futakuchi speaks up.

"Don't freak out, but she's walking over here." You and Aone break eye contact, seeing that your friend's statement was true. Her eyes on the three of you, and you see Aone tense next to you.

"Hey," you say, softly, putting a hand on his arm, "relax. Just talk to her, okay?" He nods just as Emiko walks up.

"Hey, Y/N, the club loved the shirt, so I just wanted to ask you if you could make some more," she says, and you see Aone deflate in the corner of your eye.

"Yeah, of course, I'll get them to you by the end of this week. I'm glad they liked them."

"Thanks again, you're a lifesaver, really."

You laugh off her words as you wave your hand. "Seriously, it was no problem." You all think that's the end of the conversation, but then she turns to Aone.

"Hey, Aone, you have a tournament coming up, don't you?" You have to hold back your laugh at Aone's face, you don't think you've ever seen him so surprised but doesn't respond. You lightly slap his arm, and he seems to jump out of whatever trance he was in.

He nods slowly, and you glance at Futakuchi as he holds back his laugh, his smile covered by his hand, and you fight the smile trying to rise on your face.

"Well, I finally have some free time, so I'm coming to see you play," she responds, waiting for a response from the tall boy, and you glance at Futakuchi because Aone hasn't responded, and you hit his arm again.

"Okay, cool." You and Futakuchi cringe at his emotionless response, and you look at Futakuchi who mouths 'he's hopeless' and you smile widely, covering your mouth.

"Well, I'll see you," she starts to walk off. "Thanks again, Y/N." You smile at her, and she looks at Aone one more time before she leaves. You wait until she's out of earshot, and when she is, you and Futakuchi both crowd Aone.

"Good job, man," Futakuchi congratulates, and you nod as you lightly punch his shoulder.

"What did I tell you? Now you're like through the door," you say, and Futakuchi rolls his eyes at your comparison. "You could at least have a little smile on your face," you add, and when he looks at you, a small smile appears on his face.

You walk past the gym on your way home when Futakuchi calls your name from the doors. "Hey, Futakuchi, what's up?" you ask, walking towards him.

"You got a minute?" he asks, and there's something off in his voice.

"Yeah, is something wrong?" you ask, cautiously. He sighs as he looks behind him, and then looks back at you.

"How do you feel about Aone?" The question throws you off, and you smile in confusion as you squint your eyes.

"I mean, he's my friend, so..." you trail off, not knowing where he's going with this conversation. He sighs again, shaking his head.

"No, I mean, how do you feel about him?" Your eyebrows crease at his emphasis.

"Are you asking me if I like Aone?" you try, and Futakuchi raises his eyebrows. "I mean..."

"Don't tell me that he's your friend. I know you feel differently about him." At his words, you feel your shoulders slump a little, and you scoff before you find your words.

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't like me like that anyway, so I'm going to help him get the girl that he likes," you say, and for the first time you feel your heart break a little at those words. Futakuchi gives you a pitying look. "Look, it's fine," you say, dismissing the look on his face. "I'm okay, really, I don't even think about it anymore."

He goes to say something, but someone yells his name. "I'll see you later, Futakuchi." You don't give him a second glance as you walk away from the gym, continuing your journey home.

Why did Futakuchi have to bring your feelings up? You don't know, but now your thoughts are filled with them. You've had doubts about how you feel about your friend, but you brushed it off multiple times, but now, consumed by your own thoughts, you hate that you can confirm how you feel about him.

You don't know when it started, but you started to notice whenever your heart would skip a beat when you would make him smile or on the rare occasion, laugh. It could've been the first time he was okay with you hugging him. You try to forget how nice his arms felt around you and how warm he felt, but you could never get it out of your head, no matter how many times you tried.

As you struggle through your thoughts, you wonder why Futakuchi asked you that question. You just assumed it was because of Emiko, and he just wanted to see how you were feeling. But you were fine. Sure, it hurt your heart a little, but you were fine. At least that's what you tried to tell yourself.

You smile to yourself when you hear the cheers of the Date Tech fans as you get closer to the entrance to the stands. You walk in and the cheers get louder, hearing a block coming from the court as you find a place near the railing. You smile when you see the team cheer for Aone, so you assume he was the one to get the block point.

"Y/N?" You turn your attention to the voice, and you see Emiko walking up to you. "I didn't know you were gonna be here."

"Yeah, I had some free time, so I thought I would surprise Futakuchi and Aone." She stands next to you, resting her hands on the railing. Aone gets another block, and the cheers beside you get louder again.

"Aone really is amazing. I always heard that his blocks were hard to break through," Emiko comments, and you nod in agreement.

"They don't call their blocks the 'Iron Wall' for nothing." The opposing team calls a time out, and you can help but feel bad that they don't know what to do to get around their blocks.

"He's really intimidating," she adds, and you laugh lightly as you lean on the railing.

"Yeah, on the court and at first glance. But he's a really cool guy once you get past that hard exterior. Took me a while to get past it when I first met him. You'll get there eventually, just give him some time."

"Oh would you look at that, she actually came," Futakuchi notes. "She's standing to the left of the fans. He sees Aone look the wrong way, and Futakuchi rolls his eyes. "Your left." Aone looks the right way, and Futakuchi speaks up again. "And Y/N's here too. That's a surprise."

The boys walk back onto the court, but Futakuchi misses Aone's dilemma. When he found Emiko in the stands and saw you standing next to her:

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the wrong person.

"Hey, they're looking over here!" Emiko says, and you turn your attention to the court, your eyes landing on your friends. She waves to Aone, and you give him a thumbs up with both hands as you smile, but your smile drops a little when you see Aone's face. Emiko can't tell, but you can see that something's wrong written on Aone's face.

^^^

"So, how's it going with Emiko, Aone? It's been like two weeks, and you haven't told me anything, and to say the least, I'm a little hurt."

"It's going," he responds, and you would've rolled your eyes at his statement, but there's an edge to his voice.

"What's wrong? I thought it was going good," you say, and he takes his phone out of his pocket, tapping the screen a few times before showing the phone to you. It's a text from Emiko.

"She broke it off?" you ask after reading it, and Aone grunts as he puts his phone back in his pocket. "Aw, I'm sorry, Aone. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." His words say one thing, but the look in his eyes says another as he looks at you. You're about to ask him about it when the bell rings. "I'll see you later." He walks away before you can get a word in, and you open your mouth to stop him but you close it soon after. You know that he sometimes hides his feelings, so you decide that you'll just talk to him about it later.

You turn to start walking to class when Emiko comes up next to you, walking with you. "Hey, Y/N, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I think Aone's taking it hard. Thanks for letting him down easy," you respond, and she stops walking, making you stop.

"I wanted to keep it going, but it's hard to steal a guy's heart when someone's already done it." You tilt your head in confusion at her words.

"Someone's stolen Aone's heart?" He didn't tell you. But why wouldn't he tell you?

"You don't know?" Emiko's words break you out of your thoughts, but they make you more confused. She looks at you for a little bit before she chuckles. "Tell me how it goes." Then she starts to walk away, confusion the only thing filling your mind as you blink dumbly. What is she talking about?

You wait for Aone to walk out of the gym, and when his brown eyes land on you, they widen in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Walking you home, duh." You grab his wrist, pulling him away as you start your walk home. "If the whole thing with Emiko is bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?" He doesn't respond, and Emiko's words are floating around in your head, but you push them away. You don't press the issue any further, hoping that Aone will come to you, but you can help but admit that the silence between you two is almost deafening. The only sounds that come from either of you are the occasional scrapes of your shoes on the pavement.

When you get to his house, you keep walking up to his doorstep, and when you turn around, he's still standing on the sidewalk. "I'm trying to cheer you up, so come on." You walk towards him, pulling him towards the door.

"How about a dance party? I mean it'll just be the two of us, but I think it could work," you start when you get into the house, and Aone sits on the couch, and you look at him. "I'll start, and you can join in whenever you feel like. You have a sound system, don't you?"

You take your phone out, hooking up to the aux cord, and you start to look through your playlists until you scroll to your favorite one. You play the music, turning it up a little before putting your phone down and facing Aone.

"Actually, you might be tired from practice, so I'll dance and you tell me if you're starting to feel any better." You start dancing, and you really can't be afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of him. You always feel comfortable around him, making your insecurities disappear.

As your dancing, Aone finally realizes what his dilemma was about at the game. Seeing you in the stands made all those feelings he's been harboring for you come out without him even noticing. The feelings that he's been trying to get rid of ever since he met you. A smile comes to his face as you dance around in his living room.

The feelings that tell that he should've been pointing at you from the start.

When open your eyes, trying to see if Aone looks at least a little better, you see that he's pointing at you. "What are you doing?" you ask as you pause the music.

"You."

"Me what?" You're confused again, and you decide that you're tired of being confused. Aone stands up, walking towards you.

"I didn't like Emiko." You look up at him, his words not clarifying anything. "Because," he pauses and you notice his face starting to turn red. "You had already taken my heart."

You gasp at his words and suddenly, Emiko's words make sense. "What?" you respond softly, your brain not a functioning power.

"I like you, not Emiko." He takes a cautious step closer to you, and you don't move away.

"You like me?" you can't help but ask even though he just told you that. He nods firmly, and you can't help the shy smile that appears on your face. "I like you too," and saying those words out loud, you feel a huge weight fall off your shoulders. He returns the smile, and he takes a huge breath for confidence, and he starts to lean down towards you.

When you don't move away, the wariness in his movements leaves. When his lips land on yours, it feels like your body explodes, your heart pounding in your chest. He pulls away, and the kiss was too short for your liking and Aone's. His face is crimson as he looks at you, and you grab his hand, struggling to stop the smile on your face.

"Do you feel better?" and you decide that this is the biggest you've ever seen Aone smile.

"Much."

A/N: I literally almost started crying writing the end

#aone takanobu #takanobu aone x reader #aone takanobu x reader #aone takanobu x you #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? Oh man, I’m probably subscribed to over a hundred, if not 200. I’ve subscribed to channels relevant to interests I’ve had over the years, and since it’s not my habit to do spring cleaning on my feeds, the subscriptions have just keep piling up even if I no longer keep up with literally like 98% of them.

Do you like to go to the farmer's market? I don’t think I’ve ever been in one yet. They aren’t very common here and the ones we do have are pricey and mostly inaccessible to the everyday consumer, I’m sure.

What will (or was) the color of your wedding dress be? I wouldn’t want any other color than white.

What's your favorite melon? I don’t like fruits.

What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Arlee. Technically my family mostly considered her as just Nina’s pet, but the sting was felt all the same when we learned she died.

When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? Yesterday, because it was Friday. Pretty self-explanatory, I wanted to get to the weekend so I can finally let go of work for a couple of days.

Name one person you've never had a fight with: Andi. I think we’re both afraid of pissing the other off, which works out for us lol.

What are you currently listening to? I can just hear the really loud whirring of my electric fan because it’s a grossly humid day today.

What would you rather have: cat or dog? Dogs.

Who is your least favorite person in real life? I have a lot of uncles I just don’t like.

Do you ever watch anybody's live stream of... anything, really? Technically, yeah. I will sometimes tune in to livestreams of lofi music on YouTube, but I do it to listen, not to watch.

Does your house have security cameras? No.

If you go grey as you age, would you dye your hair or let it be? I think I might dye it for a certain period of time, but I also think I would eventually reach the point where I’ll just accept it and slowly let go of the dye.

What was the last establishment you stopped going to due to bad service? What happened? I haven’t run into much bad service, but I’ll never forget how long my order and bill took for Mad Mark’s. I never really vowed per se to never go back there again and I definitely didn’t confront the staff, but I haven’t eaten there since that incident.

What soundtrack do you listen to the most? Not a big soundtrack listener.

Was there a family secret you weren’t told about until you were an adult? Nah, they’re kept from us until now. The biggest one I’ve heard about was having a kleptomaniac in the family but we were never told who it is.

Do you have an opinion most people you meet seem to disagree with you? Yeah, my dislike for fruits.

What’s something you like to have many options to choose from? Clothes, I guess, like bucket hats. I don’t shop a lot and clothes aren’t a priority in my budget, so when I do pick out clothes, it has to be exactly what I want so that I don’t feel it was a waste of money.

What’s the strangest decorative object you own? We have several quirky, disconnected decor in the living room from gifts we’ve acquired over the years. One object I can tell you about is the polar bear glass figurine we have on the coffee table.

What’s a thing you couldn’t imagine doing with your life right now? Dating around.

What’s been your proudest moment? Managing to stay alive this year and turn my life around for the better when I thought there was no hope.

What’s the filthiest non-pornographic movie you’ve seen? Eyes Wide Shut, probably.

Do you know anyone who doesn't seem to be fond of animals? I don’t think so. Like any animal...? I would find that quite odd, honestly. And I wouldn’t want to be friends with them if we weren’t already close .

Are you planning any outings or trips anytime soon? Whereabouts? No, nothing set in stone. I do want to fly out to South Korea soon, though.

Do you know anyone who has a phobia of a certain animal? I know a few people who are afraid of dogs.

Is there a particular brand of technology/electronics that you prefer? Yeah, Apple.

Is there a singer whose voice gives you goosebumps/chills? Hayley Williams and Jin, especially when he’s belting; and I don’t listen to her much, but I find that Billie Eilish has a unique voice that sounds really nice.

And is there a singer whose voice you simply can't stand? Selena Gomez for some of her songs, Meghan Trainor for most of her songs.

Are there any authors that are particularly dominant on your bookshelf? No.

Have you seen any photographs or videos that made you smile today? Sure.

Which item in your fridge are you most looking forward to consuming? My aunt sent over this gigantic-ass slab of salmon that I can’t wait to eat as sashimi. I already had a few pieces last night and it was hea ven ly.

Has anyone you know got into a new relationship lately? Hmm, I don’t think so. I know my coworker Dev got into a relationship a few weeks ago but it fizzled out as soon as it started because the guy was shitty.

If you menstruate, do you experience much PMS prior to it? Only on the emotional side; I rarely get physical symptoms. I usually feel down or emotionally heavy a few days before my period.

Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? No, I don’t have any tattoos. Can you remember the last time you had a sudden change of mind? Hmm, like last night. I wanted to stay up to maximize the weekend, buuuut I decided against it and slept instead since I had been up since 2 in the morning.

When was the last time you did something on a whim? Two weeks ago when I impulsively dropped a thousand bucks to have cheese tarts delivered to Angela and Reena, hahaha.

Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? My mom, grandma, and one of my aunts were the main people who raised me. Dad works overseas, so he was never at home much.

Have you ever began a relationship with someone you knew for less than a week? No, I wouldn’t do that.

Has one of your friends ever tried to ‘hook you up?’ Mik tried to pair me with one of his friends just days before I finally implied on social media that I was no longer in a relationship. It was a cool ego boost but I declined, since my emotions were still super turbulent then. Andi tried to initiate sex with me once too, but I also declined.

What is your card game of choice? I hate card games; I can never seem to understand them lmao, though that’s really more of a me problem than anything else.

What is your favourite books series? Growing up, I really loved the Septimus Heap series. But the thing about it was that I got into it while the series was still ongoing; and with how bad my attention span is, I always forgot the events/plot whenever the newest book came out.

So whenever that happened I had to read the entire series from Book 1; eventually the number of books I had to reread/revisit became too many (it was a seven-part series) and I simply just lost the time to read and I never got to know about the conclusion.

Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? Street names – more precise. Landmarks to me can be pretty subjective – a green building might look blue to me, and I could just end up being lost.

Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Sure.

What was your favourite gym class moment? If I genuinely like or already play the sport that was being taught. That’s why PE table tennis was a lot of fun for me.

Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? I’ve never been on one but I imagine they are fun, yeah.

Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? That’s not a tradition here.

Do you have a favourite Scooby-Doo movie? No. I was too young for Scooby-Doo in a sense that I do remember watching the movies as a 3/4 year old as they were kept on in the background at home, but I didn’t get any of the plots/didn’t really appreciate the films.

Do you think it’s cute when toddlers try to run away and fall down? Sometimes, yeah. If the fall looked nasty I would obviously be concerned.

Do you enjoy listening to your grandparents tell stories of their past? Honestly, only one of my grandparents would be the type to do this but he’s been dead for six years now. It’s a big shame he passed before I could bond with him the way I had always wanted to. My three other grandparents are either too closed off or too quiet to share stories from their youth.

Do you have a crush on someone? Nah, nothing more than a celebrity crush.

If so... what does his/her name begin with?

What attracts you to them?

Do they know that you like them?

If they don't know, why didn't you tell them?

Name two people that you miss: Angela and Laurice.

Have you ever seen Titanic? More times than I can count. I’m sure I memorize like 80% of the script, too.

Have you ever swam with dolphins? No. I’m not so sure if I’ve seen dolphins, either. Maybe I have? Or maybe I’m confusing it with whales...idrk.

When was the last time you had a stomachache? Wednesday.

What's going to bed early for you? 11 PM or midnight.

Do you want to have a big family in the future? I used to, but I don’t think that’s the future I want anymore. One or two kids should be okay.

What was the last thing you did that gave you a rush? Technically speaking, an orgasm, I guess?? Lmao idk

Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? I don’t think I have one.

Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yeah, I’m fully dosed. Sinovac.

If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? I was suuuuuuper tired right after my first dose and I wanted to be knocked the fuck out, but I went right back to work after the shot because I am allergic to filing leaves hahaha. Second dose went smoothly.

What's the next item of clothing that you intend to buy for yourself? A bucket hat or maybe one of the Fila x BTS shirts because the collection is actually quite cute!

What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? I join Facebook groups to be entertained, not because I actively look for advice.

Do you like your butt? Why or why not? Yeah. It...has a good form hahahahahaha.

Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? Yes, a few years ago I went to a food park with my ex-girlfriend. I was already not feeling my best that day to begin with, so having to see an old woman stare daggers at us for what felt like years really stung. I felt small under her look and almost cried, but in the end I felt angry that I momentarily felt shame about my relationship. I decided to just piss the woman off on purpose and do PDA right in front of her.

Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I have two dogs at present and I know they make me extremely happy.

Who was the last person you went on a date with? Gabie.

Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. The first and only time I was hospitalized (other than being birthed), I was about 12, I think.

What’s your favorite way to curl your hair? I don’t do that. I rarely style my hair.

At what age did you start swearing? I was 11.

What is something you physically can’t do? Ride a bike.

What do like better, apples or oranges? I don’t like any fruits; but in terms of flavored stuff, I like orange-flavored food, especially chewy candy, slightly more.

Around the holidays, do you hope for snow? Well, no.

What are your top two favorite bands? Paramore and Against Me!

How many people do you 100% trust? There are a handful. I generally trust easily just because I like to believe all people are kind and loyal – but I can also take it away in the snap of a finger.

Do you care what others think about you? Not so much.

Has anyone ever called you a bitch? Sure.

Did you watch Teletubbies when you were younger? Yeah but just super super faint memories. It wasn’t one of my main shows.

Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don’t.

Could you live the rest of your life without eating meat? I doubt it. I could try, but I think I’d get cranky and start looking for meat way earlier than I would like to admit.

Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yup, if you mean a stroller. I think I’ve answered this on a previous survey.

Did you make any money today? No, because it’s a weekend. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? Nothing dramatically high. I’ve had acrophobia-themed nightmares in the past, so even though I don’t actually have a fear of heights, the idea of jumping from a high place still makes me antsy.

Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Not that I can recall.

What was the last souvenir someone got you? I dunno if it counts but Andi bought merch from the AEW shop but made sure to also get a CM Punk sticker set for me :(

Do you have a favorite remix of a song? Remixes have never been my thing. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Piano.

Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Yeah they can definitely affect the level of appreciation I hold towards a film. For instance, if I genuinely enjoyed a movie only to find out it has average to bad reviews, it invites me to think more critically about the movie.

Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar/etc.)? No.

If you had $500,000, what would you do with it? Give half to my parents and let them do whatever they wish it. With the remaining P12,500,000, I’d probably get myself my own condo and have it fully furnished, then get braces, then get a new phone and laptop. I’ll have a bunch of money still left, I’m pretty sure – the rest of it I’ll save.

Did the last person you touched lips with have a kid? No. I mean, I have honestly no clue what’s going on in her life now, but I know she doesn’t want kids so this is very unlikely.

"First loves are never really over." Is this true for you? It’s true in a sense that she left me a lot of trauma and self-esteem issues that will irrevocably always be a part of me now even though I’ve worked hard to resolved most of them by myself.

Did you like Michael Jackson before he died? Yes, because he has always been my favorite singer’s role model.

What are some things that would make you break up with someone? I don’t know how to answer this question, honestly. All the red flags were thrown and tossed and slapped into my face and down my throat for six years yet I never left. I don’t actually know what my limits are, and I believe it’s because my coping mechanism has to just accept things and suck them up no matter how bad they get. That’s what I’m trying to change for myself now.

What was the worst breakup you've ever had? I’ve had two breakups with the same person, and the second one was worse.

#survey #surveys

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ashamedofmyfics · 3 years ago

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Reconnecting isn't so bad

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi x Denki Kaminari

Words: 3,620

Summary:

The group text had been sent, still active from their time at UA and almost everyone had responded that they would be there.

Denki had not been able to put his phone down, he’d screenshotted the chat, panicked, texted Mina and panicked again; amongst all the replied saying “hell yeah” and “awesome, it’ll be great to catch up” was a reply he hadn’t expected to see.

A one-word reply had consumed him for an entire week now

Shinsou Hitoshi: Sure.

Tags: Blowjobs, Drinking, Explicit consent, Top Shinsou, Bottom Denki

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Denki had never thought throughout all his schooling years that his adult life could be even more stressful than his years at UA. He’d spent the last five years interning at an agency before finally getting the invitation to join Ground Zero’s, which he immediately accepted; Bakugou, Kirishima and Denki had always worked well together so Denki thought it only natural that they’d continue their friendship into their twenties. He has been at Bakugou’s agency for two years now and had just celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday which was an event all in its own but it would have nothing on the party he was invited to tonight. Todoroki, although quiet and stoic majority of the time still loved to find ways to piss off his father, his latest method was hosting the most lavish and wild parties for pro heroes which always left a hole in his dad’s wallet and a mess in his penthouse. The party Shoto was throwing tonight was by all standards much quieter than his normal events, it was only open to his graduating class which he hadn’t seen in quite some time, at least not all together as they were all busy at different agencies across the country.

Izuku had been the one to suggest the “get together” as he had called it but Todoroki didn’t do small, this party would be like all his others, an open bar with very expensive alcohol, security and of course safety from paparazzi.

“It would be so fun to see everyone again don’t you think?”

Izuku had practically begged Shoto, eyes tearing up when he’d suggested it, how could he say no? Izuku was his everything, whatever he wanted he would have. The group text had been sent, still active from their time at UA and almost everyone had responded that they would be there.

A one-word reply had consumed him for an entire week now

Shinsou Hitoshi: Sure

That meant Hitoshi was going to the party, Denki would see his high school crush for the first time in six years, He had given up on trying to ‘seduce’ Shinsou when Monoma had asked him out first, the thing that hurt Denki the most was that Hitoshi had said yes and as far as he knew they’d been dating ever since.

Denki had tried to keep in contact but Shinsou was working as an undercover hero, he rarely answered messages or had the time to hang out, either that or he just didn’t want to. Eventually he just let bygones be bygones, stopped messaging knowing he wouldn’t get a reply, he didn’t even know which agency Shinsou was working for, only that his hero name was Brainwash.

His mind the week before the party had been all over the place, Bakugou was yelling at him even more for stupid slip ups he was making and Kirishima kept giving him pitying looks. He couldn’t help it though, he was beyond nervous, what if Shinsou had really thought him to be annoying all those years and had stopped replying to him because he genuinely hated him, they often were paired together in sparing matches at school to improve their close quarters combat training and Denki had thought they’d at least had some fun, even managing to make Shinsou smile on occasion.

All the thoughts Denki was having were absolutely sabotaging him, he even thought it might just be a good idea not to go to the event, that thought had quickly been thrown out the window after the pre drinks with Mina and Sero had started. Mina really was the queen of self-confidence and always seemed to know the right way to bring anyone out of their own brain.

“Look Denki my darling, my lightning bug, everything will be amazing, you’ll go to the party with us, you don’t have to talk to anyone you don’t want to, were gonna dance, drink and grind on each other for a while, we have our escape word if things get bad and your ass looks great in those shorts. You’re gonna be fine I promise, plus its Shoto’s party and we haven’t seen the class in years”

“Yeah you’re right, I guess I’m just stressed because I’m overthinking. You promise you’ll bail me out if I make a fool of myself or anything?”

“I promise! Sero and I will be by your side or super close all night”

“For sure dude, we’ve got your back and maybe your front depending on how the night goes”

Sero gave Denki a wink, he was one of the only people Denki still regularly hooked up with, it was more a bro helping bro let out frustration thing but they’d been doing it for a while and they were definitely comfortable enough with each other. It was easier for Denki to do friends with benefits, dating wasn’t really something he felt he was comfortable doing, especially now that he was a pro hero, the attention was nice sure but dating fans or sleeping with them was one of his hard no’s.

The trio continued their pre drinks knowing full well that the bar would be flowing when they got there, making final adjustments to their outfits, makeup and hair they were finally ready to go, hopping into one of their private cars they crammed into the backseat while the driver took them to their destination.

Todoroki’s penthouse was beautiful, the view was spectacular and all of the furniture was so incredibly comfortable, Denki felt like he could snuggle into it and sleep forever. He took in the partygoers around him, they were all chatting and catching up, some obviously having worked together at the same agencies but for others it had been the first time they’d seen each other since graduation.

Speaking of which Denki was desperately trying to avoid the tall handsome man with purple hair that had made himself comfortable on the balcony, chatting with Izuku, no doubt catching up. Denki sighed as he watched Hitoshi bring his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before releasing the smoke into the warm night air. Denki shivered, oh yeah he was definitely not over Hitoshi, his eyes were still sunken and carried his usual bags but he had grown his hair out a bit, wearing it half up in a bun like he’d seen Mic Sensei do in the past.

Denki groaned as he tore his eyes away from the man he knew he could never obtain; he was nowhere near drunk enough to get through tonight. Looking over towards the bar he spots Shoto and Mina chatting and drinking; finally, an escape from his torment, Mina would help take his mind off things and Shoto was never one to ask invasive questions.

Almost reluctantly he got up from his comfortable seat the alcoholic buzz hitting him as he stood up, the slight feeling of dizziness telling him it was probably not the best idea to keep drinking at the rate he was.

‘Screw it’ Denki thought to himself making his way over to his friends. Mina already had a drink to hand him when he got there, taking it and thanking her he took a swig, letting the alcohol hit his tongue, slightly burning on the way down but not an unwelcome feeling.

He’d spent about fifteen minutes talking to his friends and catching up when Todoroki noticed his boyfriend approaching them, giving a small wave Denki looked back to see who he was waving to. Deku was making his way over to them with Shinsou in tow.

Denki felt his blood run cold and the nausea hit hard as his eyes met Hitoshi’s; spinning around a bit too fast he frantically looked to Mina while mouthing the word ‘help’. As Izuku and Shinsou approached Mina put her arm around Denki holding him close to her, and reassuring him he’d be okay. Izuku threw his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and kissed him deeply, Shoto seeming all too happy to return the kiss.

As the two seemed to be wrapped up in each other Shinsou turned to the others to say hi.

As he observed the two Mina was smiling at him while Denki did not look well at all, his head was hidden in Minas shirt and he looked like he might be crying.

“Hey guys, good to see you again”

“Hey Shinsou!” Mina smiled and replied for both of them. “You’re looking well, how have you been?”

“Yeah, good, just work and stuff, y’know …the usual. …Hey is-is Denki okay?”

Denki froze, oh god his voice was so deep, Denki can’t even count how many times he’d fantasised about that voice, feeling genuine tears start to prick at his eyes he gave a small thumbs up as he raised his head to meet Hitoshi’s gaze.

“Hey Shinsou, yeah I’m fine, just feeling a bit nauseous, I think I drank too much”

Denki felt another wave hit him, oh no, maybe the threat of vomiting was an actual threat now; his stomach was doing flips and his head was spinning even more.

“Ummm, I think I need to go to the bathroom. Please excuse me” Denki released himself from Mina’s hold as he looked for the bathroom, honestly he welcomed it at this point, at least he could be alone for a while, try and clear his head a bit.

Denki hated being sick, it was always so unpleasant. Eventually he got a break in his sickness to stop and have a breather, hearing a knock on the bathroom door he managed in a soft voice

“Hey sorry dude kinda occupied in here”

“Denki …its Hitoshi, I thought you might need some water and asprin?”

Denki felt the blush on his face grow as he realised Shinsou had been the one to come check on him, why now? Why him? Denki could only imagine he looked like a mess, against his better judgement he reached up to unlock the door.

When Denki opened the door he saw Hitoshi standing above him staring wide eyed at the scene in front of him. Denki could only imagine how bad he looked right now, red eyes and messed up makeup from crying, hair tied back as best he could, shirt askew exposing his shoulder, slumped over the bowl with apparently every last once of dignity literally flushed away.

Hitoshi sat down beside Denki, ripping some toilet paper and wiping his face clean; the act was gentle and far too domestic for Denki’s liking, another wave hit him as he returned his face to the toilet.

Once he had finished Shinsou patiently returned to helping Denki tidy himself up, offering him the pain killers and water.

“Here, open up” Shinsou whispered as he held up the tablet to Denki’s mouth

Too stunned to talk Denki could only hold eye contact as he obeyed and opened his mouth for Hitoshi, gently placing the tablet on His tongue before offering the water.

After swallowing they sat in silence for a while before Denki spoke

“Thanks Shinsou, I really appreciate it, Sorry I’m such a mess tonight…and like..in general y’know heh”

“You’re completely fine Denki, you’re beautiful, just like always”

Denki’s head snapped up so fast, he thought his brain had gone static again, starring dumbly at Shinsou trying to figure out if he’d actually said what he thought he’d said.

“What?”

“…I’m sorry, I just, I don’t know why I said that” Hitoshi felt the blush on his cheeks rise as he realised he’d just confessed to his long time crush

“You really are beautiful though, I’ve thought so since high school, I guess just seeing you tonight made me realise I still like you, I’m really sorry I don’t even know if you’re single or not and I really shouldn’t be confessing to you in a bathroom when you’ve just been sick and don’t really have the option to-“

“Hitoshi.”

Shinsou stopped his rambling, looking into Denki’s golden eyes, expecting to see rejection but instead Denki was smiling and looked like he was trying to hold back tears.

“I-I like you too Shinsou, but…but I thought you were with Monoma?”

“Nah we split pretty soon after graduation, just didn’t work out, and I could never really get over you”

“Oh” Denki’s tears began to flow freely as Hitoshi pulled him into his chest.

“You wanna go home? I can drive you, I’m sober”

“Yeah, that would be really nice please”.

Denki did his best to clean himself up before heading out with Shinsou, explaining to Mina that He was going to take Denki home she gave him a small wink and smile.

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Walking Denki inside Shinsou took in the apartment, it was modest enough and fairly clean, pictures of Denki and his pro hero friends and team were strewn about the place.

“Hey I think I just wanna have a quick shower, do you wanna have a cup of tea? Or if you need to get going that’s fine too?”

“I would love a tea Denki; you go shower I’ll put the kettle on”

“Cups are in this cupboard, tea selection is in the pantry” Denki pointed before heading to grab some fresh clean clothes for his shower.

Feeling clean and sobered up from his shower and tea Denki and Shinsou spent the next couple of hours talking about themselves, catching up and confessing to each other about their mutual crushes while laughing about it.

“I should probably go; let you sleep” Hitoshi said looking at his now empty cup

“..You could stay if you want?” it came out more as a question on Denki’s part

It was so fast Denki almost didn’t register it was happening, Shinsou had kissed him, deep, gently wrapping Denki’s arms around his neck and lifting his legs around his waist; breaking the kiss only to ask which way the bedroom was.

Eventually they made it to the comfort of the bed neither boy willing to let the other go as they entangled themselves together, only breaking the kiss occasionally to breathe, Shinsou took one of those opportunities to move his mouth to Denki’s neck licking a stripe before attaching his mouth to suck a dark purple bruise on porcelain skin.

Denki’s moan was so guttural he couldn’t silence himself even if he tried, it had been a while since he’d been with someone but oh god he felt so good just being with Hitoshi.

Shinsou moved his hands down the blonde’s body, under his shirt to gently tease and play with his nipples; Denki’s breath hitched in his throat as he let out a silent scream, oh god Hitoshi was talented.

“T-Toshi ..please ahh-I can’t oh yes hnng”

Shinsou ground his hips against the smaller boy’s beneath him, feeling his member stiff in his pants, the friction felt delicious. Breaking the kiss, Hitoshi caught his breath as he observed Denki beneath him, trying to do the same.

“Hey, I just wanted to be clear what you’re okay with tonight?”

A sudden panic struck Denki, he wasn’t sure he was ready for full penetration tonight, prepping generally took him a while; Shinsou must have noticed the worry in his eyes leaning down to kiss him gently.

“Hey, it’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, I’m just happy being here with you”

“I’m sorry Toshi, ummm maybe we could just make out and dry hump? If you’re cool with that?”

“what about a blow job?”

“Oh” Deni’s blush reached the tips of his ears “Yeah I can give you a blow job if you want”

Shinsou’s laugh was low and quiet “I meant me give you one” a sly smile on his lips as he glanced down at him; suddenly Denki felt very small beneath the taller man.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, Denki I want to make you feel amazing, show you how much I’ve wanted you, how much I need you”

in between each breath Shinsou kept peppering gentle kisses to Kaminari’s lips, neck and chest looking up into his eyes awaiting consent to move lower. The answer he got was almost a whisper

“please”

“Keep your eyes on me okay kitten?”

moaning deeply Denki felt his cock twitch at the pet name, his blush increasing and spreading to his neck and chest.

Shinsou noticed the effect that seemed to have on the man beneath him, moving to cup Denki’s growing erection and gently began to rub him to full hardness.

“Did that make you feel good? You want me to keep calling you my kitten?”

“Yes! Toshi please! I’ll be good I’ll be so good I promise please keep going”

A dark chuckle built in Hitoshi’s chest looking up to meet Denki’s beautiful golden eyes again

“Of course Kitten, you’re being so good for me, so well behaved, how about I give you a special treat for being so patient hmm?”

Denki threw his head back at the praise as Shinsou slipped two fingers into the waistband of his pants gently sliding them down, Denki lifting his hips to help him. Once his pants were off Denki realised how exposed he now felt, his shirt was still hitched up exposing his tummy and his cock was straining against his boxers. Shinsou seemed to notice Denki’s change in demeanour and removed his own shirt.

Hitoshi’s body was stunning, he’d beefed up so much in the last seven years, his muscles so well defined and his abs looked like they were chiselled from marble.

“Careful kitty, you’re drooling” Shinsou chuckled as Denki Realised he’d been staring wide eyed and open mouthed for a bit too long.

Crawling in between the smaller man’s thighs Shinsou allowed himself to start working on Denki’s cock, gently kissing along the shaft through his underwear and lightly fondling his balls. Denki let out a silent scream as he began to leak precum, staining his boxers and leaving a gorgeous wet patch just above where Hitoshi was kissing.

Looking up at the blonde Shinsou smirked, Denki looked utterly wrecked and he’d hardly done anything to him yet.

“You ready kitten?”

Denki just nodded and let out a weak “please”

Focusing his attention back on the task at hand Shinsou carefully began to remove Denki’s boxers, freeing his cock to the chill of the air, it twitched at the sensation before Denki gave a full body shudder as Hitoshi moved in to release his warm breath along his shaft.

Purple eyes met gold as Hitoshi wet his lips before placing a final kiss to Denki’s head as he gently, inch by inch, took him completely into his throat.

Hitoshi set a gruellingly slow pace, bringing Denki to the edge only to deny him his release. After teasing the blonde for a solid half hour he looked about ready to cry; Shinsou gently released his dick with a quiet pop.

“you ready to come kitty?”

“YES! Toshi please oh god I need to come PLEASE!”

“Alright kitten, I want you to come down my throat okay?”

“What!? Toshi are you sure? I don’t think-”

“Of course I’m sure, I can’t wait to taste you deep in my throat”

With those words Denki was completely lost again, Shinsou taking him in his mouth once more and increasing both speed and pressure. Denki could feel his orgasm building, just a little more, he was so desperate to go over the edge.

Shinsou could feel Denki’s cock hit the back of his throat again and again as he bobbed his head, desperate to pleasure him, needing to show him just how much he meant to him; Feeling Denki’s hands find purchase in his hair, tugging but not pulling too hard he felt his hips begin to stutter, a sign Denki was close to finish.

With a few more thrusts Denki was moaning as he released into Hitoshi’s mouth, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this strong an orgasm, thighs tensing and trembling, eyes rolling back as the last spurts hit Hitoshi’s tongue.

Breathing heavily Denki released Shinsou’s hair, swallowing the last of the come Hitoshi moved to lay next to him, pulling him in close to his chest and tangling their legs together.

“Did you enjoy that?” Denki’s voice still small and wrecked from his orgasm

“You have no idea” Hitoshi chuckled, kissing Denki on the forehead.

Denki angled his chin up so he could give Shinsou a proper kiss, gently sliding his tongue into the others mouth before pulling away.

“Oh my god I taste gross I am so sorry Toshi!” Denki panicked eyes met Hitoshi’s as he began to laugh

“I think you taste delicious, just like whipped cream” Shinsou held Denki closer as his laughs rumbled through his chest “Although maybe I should steal some toothpaste, do you have a spare toothbrush I could steal?”

“Yeah of course I do, in the first draw beneath the sink in the bathroom”.

When Shinsou returned Denki had cleaned up and put fresh pyjamas on, Shinsou being the furnace he was just opted to sleep in his briefs, snuggling under the covers and once again pulling Denki to his chest. It was the most comfortable either of them had felt in a very long time, they would be able to talk things out in the morning but for now they were both content in each other’s arms.

#shinsou hitoshi #denki kaminari #shinkami #bnha #mha #my hero academia

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masjestickingdom · 5 years ago

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Parallel Lives

Pairing: NCT x reader

Genre: Lighthearted, slight fluff, one shot

Summary: You’re a studious university who’s on summer break, spending your spare moments with your best friend. After a random statement is thrown into the conversation, you and your friend wonder what it’s like to be in NCT’s position. Little do you know that your idols are simultaneously pondering about your position as a normal college student.

Note: Here’s a simple, sweet scenario that I wrote! Even though it’s simple, I really wanted to post this because it’s a nice, exciting thought to have a crossover conversation... Imagine if you were thinking about the same thing at the same time of your favorite idol! Anyway, I also thought it was important to post this to point towards the life experiences everyone has. While this story doesn’t cover every one of those experiences, I think it covers the bigger topics (youth, hate, missing out on experiences, dreams, etc) that I personally think about a lot, so I hope you enjoy!

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As a university student, you have worked your butt off to get good grades and make connections with your professors, upperclassmen, and peers. When you were a high school student, you didn’t care about any of that. In fact, you were the shy one and you got away with it because, hey, it was high school. Fast forward a few years ahead and here you are in the present day, socializing with every human being you could possibly get in touch with. What for, though?

“For what are we grinding this hard?” you wonder out loud, grabbing your nth piece of chicken.

Your friend sighs in agreement, spreads out her long legs over the table you both paid for, and rests them adjacent to the boxes of chicken and coke you ordered over half an hour ago.

Exams are finally over, and you decide to spend the night on the balcony with your roommate, who’s also your best friend, before your two-month internship, which you earned in part to your networking skills. It’s a nice, breezy summer night. It’s one of those nights you want to enjoy in peace and quiet, staring off into the limitless expanse of the dark, but shimmery sky.

You reach out for another piece of chicken when your friend chuckles at something on her phone.

“What?” you ask with your mouth nearly full.

“Nothing, it’s just this really funny meme about NCT,” your friend says with glee. “Very relatable, by the way.”

NCT, one of the hottest international sensations taking the world by storm alongside living legends, BTS and BlackPink, according to news outlets, is a name you haven’t heard in a while. Personally, you used to be an avid fan since the SMRookies days. You kept up with the appearances they made as trainees in EXO’s EXO 90:2014 series, the cameos in music videos (including the ones in EXO 90:2014), the variety show Mickey Mouse Club, and the videos SM Entertainment would randomly post. As time went on, sadly, the determination to be informed of the latest news withered as your priorities changed upon entering your sophomore year of high school. Sure, you heard news here and there and occasionally checked out their social media accounts, but when you entered college, that was a territory you failed to explore. Other than awards and comebacks, you hadn’t heard much of NCT once you had indulged yourself in your studies, and everyone else around you were doing the same thing.

It has been quite some time since you were curious about the idols. Your friend’s sudden comment on them resurfaced old fangirl feelings, luring you into an interesting discussion of NCT, idols, and life in general.

“Another exam to go until graduation, another test to assess loyalty, another test closer to our deathbeds,” you mumble grumpily.

At the abrupt foul tone that consumed your voice, your friend raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“And an internship to be a prospect of a permanent employee for some company to work for others--exciting, right?” you said sarcastically before you took a long sip of ice-cold, refreshing coke, which did nothing to restore your mood.

Understanding what you were getting at, your best friend calmly nodded.

“They’re living their best lives,” she says, referring to NCT.

You let a bitter smile form on your lips as memories about mistreatment and mismanagement whiz past your mind. “Or behind the curtains..."

“They could be just like us,” your friend finishes off. “Tired, overworked, maybe even frustrated.”

A soft smile overtakes your bitter one. “But probably in a different way.”

“What would it be like to be an idol?” your friend sighs dreamingly.

“What would it be like to be a college student?” a silver haired boy ponders aloud.

His purple haired younger friend, Haechan, who’s grilling meat, replies ambiguously, “Stressful, Yuta. Pretty stressful.”

“Probably fun too,” green haired Jaehyun chimes in. “Engaging with lots of people the first few weeks of school, trying out different clubs, and finding a way to fit in--that all sounds fun to me.”

The optimistic boy joins Haechan in the adventure of grilling meat, switching with Taeyong’s position as a meat griller. While the rest of the boys prepare the dining table, placing the setting with kitchen utensils and side dishes being prepared by Taeyong, Doyoung, and Johnny, Yuta admires the busy streets of the city, listening for the distant sounds of cars honking and pedestrians screaming, with the cool night air breezing past his newly dyed hair. It certainly is one of the best ways he and the members could possibly enjoy the rare moments of freedom.

At the sound of a whistle, Yuta is pulled from his cloud of thoughts, and he looks over his shoulder, nodding to his not-so-secret favorite member of the group at the simple gesture of a hand that urged him to go inside and help bring out the dishes.

“We’ll never experience the glamor of getting dolled up almost everyday,” you state solemnly.

“Or have fans,” your friend pitches in.

“Or see famous celebrities literally every day.”

“Or experience the trainee days, everyone trying to bring everyone down, or haters trying to drag you out once you gain fame.”

You throw a strange glance at your friend for that last statement.

“What?” she says, shrugging nonchalantly. “We need drama in our lives, or else life’s boring.”

Shaking your head, you chuckle at her unique take on an abstract concept.

A moment of silence engulfs the two of you as both of you fall deep in your thoughts.

There was never a quiet moment under the roof of NCT, and tonight is no exception.

“Hey, isn’t the beef really good?” Yuta’s favorite member, Mark, speaks, delighted at the flavors bursting in his mouth.

“Haechan, don’t you dare pull a prank on us with coke and vinegar ever again,” Taeyong scolds the youngest member, recovering from his gagging session, while Johnny and Taeil are still chugging down glasses of water to get rid of the aftertaste. “Is it really necessary to do any of this?”

“Sorry, mom, my hand itched,” the prankster smiles innocently.

“Didn’t Haechan grow a lot?” you bring up, breaking the quietness.

Your friend gulps down her coke before pointing out, “Isn’t he the same age as us?”

Your crane your neck, your head now tilting sideways. “He is?”

“Crazy, isn’t it?” your friend responds. “The majority of the Dreamies are the same age as us.”

“Yuta, didn’t you say something about college?” Mark asks, chowing down pieces of watermelon.

The older boy nods. “Wouldn’t it be fun to experience it? None of us went to college.”

Taeyong uncomfortably shifts on the bench at the mention of college.

Like Yuta mentioned, none of the members of NCT went to college and probably won’t go because it’s not a likely option, considering their packed schedules. He knows that the mere mention of it can bring down the mood because for them, college represents the definition of normalcy, the life of a normal person, and with them not going to college or graduating high school, he doesn’t want them to have a chance to regret or have second thoughts.

“Imagine if they visited our college for one day,” your friend mused.

Extending your short arm to pour yourself another cup of coke, you wheeze between your breaths, “Hey, I bet that the professors would ask for autographs.”

“Yeah, I think we wouldn’t stand a chance in the classes,” Johnny laughs, adding ice to his coke. “They would be too advanced for us to understand anything.”

Yes, Taeyong let the conversation flow. He even joined in on the conversation a few times. He didn’t want to ruin the mood by switching the topic in a way that could be nothing short of a very obvious attempt, and if he didn’t say something, his group members, his family, would notice.

“It would be nice to make new friends, right?” Yuta expresses. “New people to dance with, sing with, do sports with..."

“I think Yuta’s tired of our awful soccer skills,” Jaehyun replies humorously.

“I feel like they would say that they would want to make new friends, but it all depends on your personality,” you say, tucking your hands behind your head. “I only have you.”

Your friend laughs, replicating your movements. “Loser, I’m on the same boat as you.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to go to game rooms or comic book stores?” Mark carries on as he stretches his arms out to the sky.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to be your own karaoke room or be able to dance the trends?” you fancy.

“Or be the trend,” your friend adds.

“I just want to sleep,” Johnny murmurs, lazily dragging his feet across the floor to the cushioned bench placed against the white walls. Turning his large body so that his body faces the wall, he hugs an available pillow with his legs and remarks, “Idol or student, you don’t get to sleep that much.”

“It would be nice to work hard for something that you know you want to do,” you dream. “We have no clue what to do in the future. Most of us blindly study and get internships.”

Just then, a bright stream of light passes your eyes, and your eyes widen.

“Did you see that? That was a shooting star!” Jungwoo exclaims, his eyes mirroring the sparkling trail.

Everyone looks up at the sky even though the moment has well passed.

“We’re living under the same sky as them, so how are our worlds so different?” you say without much energy, staring at the now dark sky. “I bet they were pitted against each other at some point in their trainee lives, but here they are in this world. Years of friendship, what would that be like?”

Slightly offended, your friend sits up from her resting position. “Hey, we’ve been friends since middle school.”

“Do you remember the time when you were young and saw your favorite artists on tv?” Doyoung reminisces.

“They’re the reasons why I became one,” Haechan concurs.

Taeyong thoughtfully fixates his eyes on where the shooting star once was, his arms acting accordingly.

“They were so young when they were casted,” you whisper. “It’s kind of sad when you think about it.”

Another wave of silence overwhelms you. Your friend spares another look at you and watches you stretch your hands to the sky, hands shaped as if you are taking a snapshot of your view.

She responds with a quiet voice of her own, “Some of them didn’t even plan on being an idol.”

Taeyong’s hands retract to his sides. “I remember when I first met you guys. I’m really glad that we have each other.”

The sappy moment comes to an abrupt end when Johnny’s snores take over.

You turn your head over to your friend who is fast asleep.

Eyes averting to the inky sky once again, you contemplate quietly, “I wonder what they’re doing now.”

Meanwhile, the boys are trying to stuff a sock in Johnny’s mouth to muffle his snores. Taeyong, not participating, stays in the background and enjoys the last bit of their night of freedom.

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ashleyswrittenwords · 5 years ago

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How to be a Queen [Part 21]

Summary: Princess Zelda is at a loss. Her handed royal responsibilities have begun to weigh heavily on her and she is eventually backed into a corner. Live a life she loathes or run away from everything she’s ever known? Navigating life is hard, and Link forces her to learn that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Part 1

How To Be A Queen

Another month came and past with only the acknowledgement of a ripped calendar page. The next month’s page was already packed with ink, so much that it stained my fingers and the heavy scent could never quite elude me.

In the following weeks, Father allowed Impa to step down from her position as his advisor to be appointed as my own senior advisor. Hours allotted for study were readjusted for roles my father had once primarily filled. Slowly, I began to answer his reports and letters myself and scarcely needed his direction. I allowed my work to consume me.

With that, it wasn’t uncommon that my dreams fused with reality. They replayed in such startling detail that I was always so convinced that I was merely experiencing déjà vu. And like all dreams, I vaguely held the idea that it was one but couldn’t persuade myself enough to act any differently. Not unlike the night before, the war cabinet had reconvened after a short break that had given me enough time to attend Father for supper. Now, Admiral Whitehurst was at the head of the war room with an ardent passion in his voice.

“If we do not pull back from our holdings, the opposition will only be more prompted to strike first,” he said while pushing the black tokens further east with the croupier stick.

Admiral Fierlin rose from his elbow, decidedly more animated than before, “The capital is empty. They have no leadership other than the few elders who refuse to evacuate. If anything, I should tell my men to encamp the outside walls.”

There were a few grunts of support that rumbled through the room until Whitehurst bent over the table.

“We have an organized group already in the city! How are we supposed to protect it when the capital has already been compromised? It’s in Hyrule’s best interest that we abandon this fantasy and regroup in safer conditions. For the sake of protecting our own,” he stopped to push back the white hair that was tied back at his neck.

I shut my book of maps. The sudden noise caused a short draw of attention.

“Admiral,” I began, my voice started out small but caught its strength when I matched Whitehurst’s level. “You imply that the people of the desert are not our own.”

A part of me wished to use the fan in my skirt’s pocket, but I refused myself. I watched as Admiral Whitehurst’s temper flared before he collected himself, “The Gerudo are indistinguishable. We have an opposition that has wanted to burn Hylian villages. It is an impossible task to separate them from any Gerudo that wishes to stop this madness.”

“Yet there is an entire force within the capital that is dedicated towards putting a stop to the rebellion,” Firelin sighed before rearing up to a partial stand, “If we show that King Rhoam demonstrates unwavering support for their current government, their morale – too – would be strong.”

Admiral Fierlin was an older gentleman who was a purebred politician at heart. His eyes dark and sunken. These characteristics weren’t a rarity while the candles burned longer within these walls. Admittedly, he had a stubborn will but I paired that with his years of loyal support. Him and Whitehurst were not unlike each other in terms of backgrounds. Each had been knighted by my grandmother and had continuous presences at court. However, as common as their characteristics were, their opinions were starkly polarizing.

“You propose that these skirmishes turn to war!” Whitehurst bellowed. “This is not the Gerudo Uprising of the past that never fully manifested itself! This has the potential to devolve into a national crisis!”

Fierlin was fully standing now, his face growing red, “And if the rebellion is not managed then it will spread, John! You were right when you said they were invisible, so what do you propose when we do not show our support for the aristocracy? Let the unnamed madman who we can’t track for the fucking life of us take the city? To all we know, the guy leading them could be the Fierce Deity himself with all these gods damned rumors and myths.”

I swallowed as I glanced at Admiral Whitehurst who gripped the baton with a vice-like grip while his counterpart continued, “Do we negotiate a treaty when the people he works with want death to our King? No, perhaps we want Yiga propaganda to be peddled out like the weekly paper. Maybe in the margins it can have the scheduled time for each of our executions!”

Suddenly, my feet found the floor and their heated words hung in the air, “That’s enough!”

Much like them, my brows were drawn and the still air made my hair stick to my forehead. My heart beat loudly in my chest and it was apparent that I desperately wanted to leave. An itch of Impa’s voice was in my head saying that I didn’t need to be here; that royalty rarely graced these halls unless absolutely necessary.

“You both must look at these people and see them as what they are – our people,” I spoke like I thought Father would, but even then I knew he seldom cared for casualties. “A people that are starving and need care packages less they be more swayed into falling under rebellion rule.”

Whitehurst closed his eyes and spoke as if I had made his exhaustion two-fold, “Princess, men are not allowed to enter the walls.”

“I’m not blind to that, sir. I am also not blind to the fact that we have trained women in our forces,” I began, cutting him off before he could argue. “I agree that it is not traditional, but if a woman has knighted you then I see no reason that one cannot be a proper knight herself. I do not care for your belief of the capability ending at being spies.”

“But-!”

“You and I both know it ends at a title!”

The admiral grew quiet, then asserted, “How are we to determine that they would even allow a Hylian soldier of any kind?

Fierlin licked his teeth and pulled a paper from before him, “The aristocrats and a few of their elders will arrive any day now. I dare say we should entrust the Princess’s diplomacy to see to that.”

The offending admiral sat, silently accepting the opposition, “I will see to it only at the approval of the Gerudo.”

I returned to my seat as they began discussing how they would readjust positionings and where new recruits should support. It wasn’t long until the candles were so low that light in the room was slowly dimming. Officials trickled out while I jotted some last notes. Once I was satisfied, I stood and seemed to interrupt the murmurings of the last few.

A yawn threatened to make itself known as I squeezed between chairs until Admiral Whitehurst’s voice caught my attention.

“Your Highness?”

I found his eyes and he continued next to Fierlin, “May we have a word?”

“If this is about my seat placement, then I’m afraid it’s impossible to move me any farther than I already am.”

They shared a look that made me soften my stance and pull back a chair at the table across from them. Whitehurst glanced at the other admiral before relenting to Fierlin to speak with folded hands.

“As the General’s senior admirals,” he started with a gruffness in his voice. “We thought it would be appropriate to seek your counsel in discovering General Nohansen’s successor.”

I opened my mouth and closed it, feeling a tightness constrain my speech.

“We have some candidates in mind,” Fierlin continued at seeing my hesitation. “And your opinion has weight. It is something we would appreciate when we put together a committee.”

Whether it be grief or doubt, whatever it was, I swallowed it and forced my lips into a tight smile.

“Of course, gentlemen.”

---

Light flooded in and washed out any remnants of my dreams. I groaned and tried blocking it out with my pillow.

“Good morning, sunshine!” an unmistakable sing-song hum washed away the quiet. Sounds of rummaging around my bed roused me from any possibility of falling back asleep. With a huff, I forced myself to a seat with half-lidded eyes.

My voice was crackly, “What time is it?”

“Seven o’clock on the dime, love,” Anju said with a sweet smile.

Again, I groaned as she peeled back the covers and placed my slippers at the foot of my bed.

“What time did I go to bed?”

The woman looked up thoughtfully, “I believe the evening maids emptied your bath at one in the morning.”

“Hylia,” I sighed and fell against the pillows.

Eventually, I was dragged from the soft cushions of my bed and forced into a seat. Though it couldn’t have been too bad because there was a warm breakfast awaiting me in a tray.

“It was very kind of you,” Anju hummed out while taking the comb from my awaiting hand.

I blinked, somewhat more awake, “What was?”

She laughed as she weaved together the braids in my hair. It seemed like I would be suiting a low, knotted updo again today.

With a pin in her mouth, she said, “That cute little care package you sent to Hateno for the coming spring. Malon just about lost it when I brought back so much wine.”

I grinned with a mouthful of orange slices and watched Anju in the mirror, “Did she? I figured her parents would benefit from it. I had drunk so much!”

Absently, I watched her from my seat. Light locks escaped her cotton cap, slowly were they lightening to a soft red from days spent in the sun. The winter had been so dark in Castle Town that I had thought I was imagining her red hair from last summer.

She made a face, “No, it’s Aryll she needs to worry about.”

“What was your excuse?”

“I told her that your parents own a winery,” she shrugged, careful to avoid losing focus of where the myriad of bobby pins were. “Malon feels more than she thinks.”

There wasn’t a chance for silence to set in because Anju’s best skill was scaring it away. She went on to mention how her parents were and if she wasn’t engaged by the time she turns twenty-five she’d have to propose to Kafei himself. In turn, I’d smile or laugh, and she’d elaborate on whatever I responded to. These moments in the morning were ones I cherished. Then, small details about the court filtered into her words and I felt that immature feeling of insecurity.

“Your ladies-in-waiting miss your presence,” she stepped away to admire her work before disappearing into my closet for a gown.

I glanced at the ceiling, “They miss my gossip.”

“And do you not theirs?”

This made me stifle a grin because the girl inside knew it was true, “That’s why I have you, love.”

She made a noise halfway between a laugh and the squawk of a large bird from behind a partially open door. Eventually, she came back with a royal blue gown. She didn’t give me enough time to think of the reason for the choice.

“Ah, so you don’t go to court anymore because of me and not because of an impending national conflict.”

“Oh, no,” I stepped into the fabric, happy that she chose something with loose material. “When have I ever shown interest in politics?”

Anju laced up the dress and a heard her smile soften, “The lords who bother to show up do find your absence agreeable, however, from what their personal servants say. Though I can’t tell if it’s because of their satisfaction that they don’t need to suck up for royal favors.”

“Even when I’m not in prayer at an alter for six hours of the day?”

“I have heard no mention.”

To be frank, socialization was the last thing on my list of priorities and I was beginning to think it was going to be a detriment. Growing up, I was told relentlessly that my social connections would be the spine to my reign. If the support of the court was nonexistent, so would be my power. As Anju went on about random bits of gossip, I quietly smiled to myself.

“-and Urbosa blew him off totally. Quite honestly, I’ve never seen anything like it!”

My eyes snapped to the mirror, “Urbosa?”

“Mhm,” she hummed while tying off the laces, “When she arrived with the aristocrats last night and Lord Ibauna asked about her-”

“I missed their arrival?” I spun to see her confusion.

“It was rather late, Zelda, but the King was there so I doubt they minded,” then she paused and cursed to herself. “Gods, I’m sorry, I meant to tell you first thing that His Majesty requested you to greet the Gerudo in court today.”

“No,” I shook my head to negate her worry, “It’s alright, Anju. My day has barely started.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” I mustered a rather sleepy smile. “Thank you.”

---

The royal library was large, but it didn’t take long to find her. Lanterns hung from the banisters, but the natural light from the tall two—story windows was ample enough. She sat in a small alcove that was tucked away from where the librarians would normally be. Happiness made me smile as I saw Urbosa relaxed in an armchair with a book in her grasp. We wrote to each other often, especially these last two years where she seldom traveled to Castle Town. The only time I had gone to see her without Father was last summer, where I rode to Gerudo Town with a convoy to see her. It meant being held up in a carriage for six hours with dozens of personnel and barely enough time for a bathroom break.

When I waved away a guard, Urbosa looked up with a start. Then, she took off her spectacles.

Feeling a tad awkward, I shrugged uselessly. “Hello, Lady Urbosa.”

Immediately, she arose and met me for an embrace. I laughed at the strength she put in to slightly lift me to my toes.

“Zelda!” she said in a tone of warm honey. “I thought I would not see you until later today.”

“I’m so sorry for missing your arrival,” I voiced penitently once she let me go.

Sternly, Urbosa dismissed it and gestured me over to sit with her.

“My desert rose,” she said coolly, a smile brimming her cheeks. “How have you been?”

My excitement waned enough to take Urbosa in. Often when Gerudo officials visited, she adorned Hylian fashion and made sure to include the small gold flashes of desert jewels. By both Hylian and Gerudo standards, she was gorgeous. Tall, slender, and cheek bones reaching the goddesses.

Despite the general taboo, she crossed her legs. I glanced around the library and came to the conclusion that we were alone. I swallowed my self-doubt and sat with her in an identical chair.

“Good,” I clasped my hands together.

Urbosa raised her chin, “I do not mean your superficial Hylian pleasantries. How are you?”

Despite what she meant, I almost laughed. Tucking a strand hair behind my ear, I sighed, “I’m doing the best I can.” I paused when I felt a gnawing, “Assuming my best is enough.”

“There she is,” Urbosa humorously said with underlying remorse. “A little bird told me you went on an adventure.”

It was very much like her to cut to the chase. More than anyone, she hated anything artificial. Uncle had no doubt told her. They had a bond I hadn’t seen in any other ambassador. Somehow, she sat up straighter, “And you did not even think to visit!”

“But I did!” I said quickly, “I did, but-”

But I was left alone and wasn’t strong enough to press onwards. A silent knife that had always been there pressed into my heart as I thought of blond hair and a strong jaw. It wasn’t as friendly as my other visions.

“Stay calm, Zelda,” she smoothed, “It was merely an attempt at humor”

“I know,” I bit my lip, “I know. I apologize, I didn’t get enough sleep.”

“I can understand that. I can imagine your stress.”

“Uncle is not doing well,” I quietly told her, folding my hands over each other again. “Every time I see him… he’s thinner. I have to strain myself to hear him. I truly fear that any day I’m going to wake up and…”

Urbosa reached over and took my hand, “I saw him. I saw Rhoam last night as well. You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Urbosa, I-” I breathed out shakily. “I don’t know what to do. Father is a shell of himself. They both are. Nothing was as it was when I left.”

She squeezed my hand and made me look at her, “And now I am here. You have nothing to fear, my rose.”

I wore a watery smile, “You have no idea how thankful I am for you. I actually have something to ask of you.”

The Gerudo woman sat back and nodded for me to continue.

“The senior admirals want me on their committee when they review possible candidates – to replace Uncle. I understand if you’re too busy, but if I could ask you to be present during these interviews…” I trailed off, unsure of myself.

“Of course, Zelda,” she said easily. “There aren’t many that know that old man as I do. However, I would trust your judgement regardless.”

“I appreciate that,” I smiled, though it quickly dissipated. “I’m sure you could tell from Gerudo Town, but the admirals are split.”

This make her harden. “You are not wrong. It’s been frustrating. All these months of my people dying and all we are told is how Hylian troops are positioned at the border. It feels more that they’re trying to contain us than defend us.”

“I realize that,” I frowned. “There’s nothing but in-fighting. Half feel like we should wait until the rebels attack us or head directly into a conflict no one understands. Last night, while you were arriving I suppose, they came to a partial agreement.”

“An agreement being…?”

“Being that if we can get Gerudo officials to allow the Hylian military within the walls, we can offer added protection on both sides. This would enable us to deliver more supplies of greater quantities,” I quickly added, “And I’m able organize a force of trained women, so your laws aren’t violated.”

She grew quiet in her thoughts. I almost thought I lost her until she nodded, “Yes, I can get behind that. The latter part would sway the rest of my peers easier. How quick can this happen?”

“I would have to discuss timeframes tonight, but I can surmise next week? Time would be needed in garnering relief and a sufficient team to carry this out,” I felt a wave of satisfaction.

“I could only ask for sooner, Zelda. That city holds a great deal in the hearts of my people.”

“As for I. That’s the home of a very cherished friend of mine.”

We shared a smile until Urbosa’s face upturned.

“Your men, they are…” her face scrunched and she rolled her hand, “What is the Hylian word? Men are very… emotional, no?”

I stifled my laughter, “At times they lack the ability to manage.” My hands smoothed out my skirt, “Sometimes I wonder if some have any emotion at all.”

At that, she raised a brow, “I wonder where that is coming from?”

“It comes from nowhere in particular,” I smiled politely. “Let us entertain the court together.”

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littlenoona · 6 years ago

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Performances.

Requested.

Summary: The same handsome guy has been appearing at your performances and you become more and more interested in who he is - now you’re dancing only for him, despite a hall full of people.

Warnings: Smut, Noona kink, handjob, blowjob, explicit sex.

Genre: Smut & fluff.

Pairing: Shy!Jungkook x Professional Dancer!Reader(F).

Word Count: 6,188.

Masterlist.

Pushing your hair out of your face, you jumped a few times as you pep talked yourself, something you always did before one of your performances. Getting yourself hyped and ready you visualised your routine in your head feeling the butterflies in your stomach ready to burst. Even though this routine was near second nature, you always felt nervous before the curtains drew.

Seeing the lights dampen you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, walking on to the stage and standing in the middle.

You wondered if he was going to be here again today. The same guy had been attending several of your performances for the past few weeks, always sitting in the front row and near the centre. You wondered why, it was rare the same people would attend your shows more than a couple of times, it was always the same routine until new shows had been planned.

You thought to yourself with a smile, it would probably be considered weird that someone would pay so much money to attend so many shows to see the same moves over and over again.

Had it not been for the way he looked at you, every time he saw you move across the stage, you had probably also considered it weird. He looked at you with such appreciation, such wonder, such a genuine look of joy and love - every single time he attended, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.

Feeling the vibration of the music hitting the soles of your feet, you were pulled from your thoughts and put yourself in position, sitting on your knees on the floor of the stage - time to do your best, for the third time this week.

The curtains pulled away, your eyes still focused on your lap as the bright lights hit your figure. The music slowly playing, almost pulling at your body parts as you started your routine - your eyes slowly looking up and flicking across the audience in the front row.

Your eyes found a familiar black pair. He was here.

His eyes were fixated on you, a vast contrast to what he was like when he first appeared at your shows and he was barely able to look at you.

Coming to an end of your routine you ended in the same position you started, on your knees, dead centre of the stage, breathing heavily and extremely exhausted. You lowered your head, your stare falling back into your lap but this time, you chose to flick your eyes back up, finding his, meeting his gaze.

Your lips were parted as you struggling to regain control of your breathing, the music coming to an end - a shy smile appeared on his lips and you couldn’t help but let a slight smile appear on your face because it it. That’s when he realised - you could see him through the lights illuminating the stage. His mouth fell slightly ajar and the smile faded as he instantly looked away, fidgeting in his seat.

The curtains fell shut in front of you and you fell on to your side, welcoming the cold of the stage floor, letting the pain of your lungs consume you, knowing it would pass soon but it wasn’t meant to be, knowing you had to quickly wash yourself and be ready again, your manager walked over to you and made sure you were okay before reminding you that you had fans to see.

Sighing you lifted yourself from the floor and walked towards your dressing room, quickly undressing and showering.

Letting the hot water hit your skin for a little too long you could hear your stylist on the other side of the door.

“Come on, Y/N!”

Turning off the water and drying yourself off, you put on your bathrobe and opened the door.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry!” you exclaimed as you sat down in your chair, your stylist immediately started brushing your hair and doing her thing while your make up artist started working on your face.

Closing your eyes you let your thoughts take over, knowing this wouldn’t take long, but it would give you a little peace - the chatter between the two women yielded a nice background noise.

Feeling a pat on your shoulder you opened your eyes, realising you had fallen asleep for a few minutes.

“Get dressed, Y/N. You’re all done!” your stylist smiled.

You smiled back as you walked over to the table with your clothes neatly folded. Putting on a white long sleeved shirt, long enough to reach down to your thighs and a pair of black leggings - accompanied with a pair of black ballerina flats.

You walked back out to the stage and sat down on the edge of it, you liked meeting your fans in a casual manner so they, and you, felt more comfortable. The stage wasn’t tall so it was just like sitting on an elevated chair when you were talking to the ones who came to meet you.

The door to your right opened and you saw people coming through, all of them waving at you and smiling, filling your chest with warmth - sometimes there was a lot of people, sometimes there weren’t, today there weren’t many, but still more than you’d ever dreamt off when you first started dancing.

You found yourself hoping he would show but of all the shows he had attended so far, he hadn’t. You found it strange as staying behind and meeting you was free, often you saw the same people you had seen for several years from different routines you performed come meet you and they were always surprised that you remembered them which made you laugh.

Waving at the ones coming to stand by you, they one by one handed you a book to sign and you began engaging in casual conversation. Times like this you felt like this was the best part of what you did, meeting and talking to fans.

Listening to your fans talk in between themselves you noticed someone was looking towards the door and looking puzzled, making you turn your head and follow their gaze.

There he was, standing in the door, despite his tall appearance he looked so small and hesitant. You waved at him and motioned for him to come over to join all of you - and he slowly did.

He found a place standing next to where you were sitting on the stage, the stage being elevated enough for you to match his height - you reached your hand out to take his book to sign it with a sweet smile and he handed you the book with a shy smile.

“What’s your name?” you asked as you opened the book.

“Jungkook.” he answered as he looked up at you with adoring eyes.

His voice sent vibrations through your body - so deep and calming.

“Jungkook.” you smiled, “Do you want me to write something specific or can I write anything?” you asked playfully.

“Anything you want, noona.” he responded, biting his lip slightly trying to contain his smile.

Your heart almost burst at his words, he was so cute and shy - you bet you looked like an idiot because of the smile on your face, probably the biggest you had ever smiled.

You began scribbling in his book - “Thanks for coming to see me so often and supporting me, Jungkook. I must be doing something right! From Y/N~noona.” you drew a big heart next to the message and handed him the book back with a smile, hoping the slightly cheeky message wouldn’t put him off.

He looked down at the book and read the message. You noticed how his ears started turning red while reading it and realising you’d come to recognise him at your shows.

Looking back up his gaze met yours, a slight smirk on your face and a raised brow - he looked away and a breathy laugh left him, kind of embarrassed.

Joining back into the conversation with the others, questions and topic changers were thrown around in the air and Jungkook started joining in, probably feeling more confident seeing how the others were around you and how you were around them - you loved it because he made you laugh so much if your body wasn’t already sore, it surely would be after this.

His silly jokes, his occasional face pulling - his overall extremely warm and charming demeanour.

Listening to one of the others telling a story about how she once tried dancing when she was younger and nearly breaking her leg, you crossed your legs and accidentally softly kicked Jungkook’s arm. Immediately you put your hand on his shoulder and apologised.

“Sorry, Jungkookah! Sorry!”

He turned his head to look at you with a small smile, “It’s okay, noona. Don’t worry.”

You couldn’t help but notice the firm muscles under the palm of your hand as you slowly pulled it away.

In the corner of your eye you spotted your manager motioning for you to end the meet. It had probably gone on way longer than it should have - more so because you had become so infatuated with Jungkook you didn’t want him to leave.

Sighing and turning your head to the group, Jungkook looked at you, then to your manager and back to you, his features saddening. You nodded softly knowing it was bound to happen.

The group settled down and you took the chance to speak to them.

“I’m sorry everyone, but I’m going to have to go.” your voice sounding sad.

Jumping off the stage and standing up next to everyone you suddenly noticed how much taller than you Jungkook was, looking up at him slightly amazed and amused.

“Thanks for coming to see me everyone. I had fun and I hope to see you all again soon.” you said with a big smile.

As they started leaving one by one, they extended their arms to you in hopes of a hug and you happily obliged.

Jungkook being the last one left and the remainder of the group walking towards the door you looked at him with a kind smile. He was the only one that hadn’t extended his arms to you for a hug and you were slightly disappointed - but you decided that you would offer him one instead.

Extending your arms slightly and looking up at him you hoped he wouldn’t reject you, your heart beating faster, almost holding your breath waiting for him to respond, his eyes peering down at your arms before finally a smile appeared and he moved forwards towards you.

You put your arms around his neck, standing up on your toes as you felt his arms hesitantly wrapping around your waist, not wanting to disrespect you or make you uncomfortable.

You couldn’t help but take in his scent, he smelled incredible - he was so warm, his body felt extremely firm and muscular yet so soft at the same time.

Pulling away, what you felt like was all too soon, you let the palms of your hands glide down his arms as he was slowly pulling them away from your waist, noticing how his eyes were following them and you knew you had probably become too comfortable in his presence.

“It was nice meeting you, Jungkookah.” you said with a smile and a nod before turning around and walking towards the entrance to the back of the stage.

Reaching the entrance you stopped as you heard a soft and nervous voice behind you.

“Noona?”

You turned around and looked at Jungkook - his brows were furrowed and he looked like he was arguing with himself, his face was turned to the side and his eyes staring into nothing, his jaw line cutting sharply to his incredibly inviting neck.

“Yeah?” you responded softly.

He sighed and you became worried his hair might suddenly turn grey judging by the tension in his features.

You walked over to him and asked tenderly, “What is it?” The pace of your heart increased as you grew worried.

He shuffled on the spot, “Can I..” his voice sounded shaky causing him to clear his throat and his eyes finally met yours, “Can I take you out for a drink some time?”

His eyes flicked between yours as he awaited your answer, slightly taken aback by his question but extremely pleased you smiled.

“I’d love that, but-” you paused as you could almost see his heart drop to the floor. Leaning forward slightly you put your hand on his forearm in an attempt to reassure him.

“Hey.” you coo’d, “I was going to say I’d love for you to come to my studio and give me your opinion on a new routine I’m working on.”

His face lit up and you could almost tell how proud he was by the way his posture seemed to change and he stood tall.

You let out a slight endearing giggle, while extending your hand to him, “Give me your phone and I’ll put my number in to it. Text me and I’ll give you the address.”

He immediately obliged.

Entering your name and your number you suddenly heard a throat clearing behind you making you turn around to your less than pleased manager.

“We have to go, Y/N. I’m sorry.” she said.

You nodded at her and handed Jungkook his phone back, giving him one last smile before walking after your manager, his shy smile back at you only making you feel giddy.

Walking through the back of the building, picking up your clothes and bag, you ventured outside to your car and got in.

Feeling your phone vibrate you pulled it out and unlocked the screen.

23:06 Unknown Number: Hey noona.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip to contain a smile, your chest feeling full.

You texted him back immediately.

23:07 You: Hey Jungkookah!

Putting your phone away you started your car and the drive home - excited for what the future had in store for you.

Over the next few days you had been texting Jungkook near none stop and you had finally arranged for him to come by your studio today.

Wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of black leggings, what you usually wore when you practised your routines, you walked into the studio, the large mirror in front of you reflecting your figure. You left your hair down today, something you didn’t always do but you decided your hair needed a bit of freedom and air after being tortured with products for so many weeks now.

Walking over to the stereo you got everything ready for when he would arrive, setting up the music, stretching and making sure you were hydrated. This routine was something you hadn’t done before.

Your usual routines weren’t fast paced, but they weren’t as slow as this one. This one was a lot more sexual, a lot slower and based more on showing your body strength instead of your speed.

You took a deep breath, trying to ready yourself as you bent forward touching your fingertips to your toes.

Spotting Jungkook in the mirror as he walked towards the glass door you stood up straight and motioned for him to come in with excited movements.

He opened the door and bowed lightly to you.

“Hey.” he said with a big smile, his deep voice echoing through the studio.

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist - feeling so welcome in his embrace.

Detaching yourself from him again, despite really not wanting to, you motioned for him to sit down on a bench near the wall at the edge of the room, as you walked over to the stereo to start the music and getting in position in the middle of the room. Usually when you were practising you would face the mirror so you could study your own movements - not this time, you wanted to face him.

Feeling the slow pace of the music your body almost moved on its own, as it always did when you were listening to music - it was almost like you couldn’t stop yourself.

As the routine progressed it got more and more suggestive, more and more sexual - your body rolling, your hands feeling yourself, continuing to maintain eye contact with Jungkook.

Your lips were slightly parted as your breathing got heavier, the routine itself not necessarily being the reason despite the sexuality of it but the way Jungkook was looking at you - the way his head was slightly leaned forward, looking at you through hooded lids, his eyes looking at you so hungrily.

Standing still in the middle of your routine your hand found its way to your throat, holding on to it lightly, your other hand gliding over your thigh, your core and up your stomach, accidentally pulling your t-shirt with it and exposing your stomach to him before reaching your hair and tangling itself in it while you bit your lower lip, your hips slowly swaying from side to side.

You noticed Jungkook hunching over and leaning on his arms on his thighs, watching you intensely as you continued moving, his brows furrowed.

Finishing what you had so far of your routine, you walked over and turned off the music, your pants now the only thing echoing through the studio as you walked towards Jungkook, his eyes now back to their usual innocent look.

“What do you think?” you asked breathily.

With a big smile he answered happily, “I loved it, it was amazing!”

You couldn’t help but blush a little and smile from the praise - “I live just up stairs, do you want to come up while I have a quick shower and then go for a drink?”

He nodded, “Sure.”

You started walking towards the door to leave, but noticed there were no footsteps behind you, so you turned around and met Jungkook’s eyes with a furrowed brow.

“What’s wrong, Jungkookah?” you asked, puzzled by him.

He cleared his throat, “Nothing.” but he still didn’t move.

You walked back over to the bench where he was and sat down next to him, you noticed his eyes were flicking from side to side and his body was tense.

“Are you sure?” you asked softly, “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, leaning slightly back and you now could see why he wasn’t able to move - there was a large and hard outline of his member in his jeans.

“I’m sorry, noona.” he whispered, “I couldn’t help it.”

You smiled and stood up, walking behind the bench and standing behind him. Leaning down you pressed your breast against his back and leaned your mouth close to his ear, your hands on his shoulders.

“Can I help?” you asked seductively.

You noticed his member twitch in his jeans, his breathing becoming heavy, but he didn’t respond, his hands still firmly placed on the bench on each side of him.

Not hearing any sort of confirmation from him, you withdrew, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, Jungkookah. I’ll be down in a second after my shower and then we can leave to get a drink, okay?” you said with a playful voice.

Turning on your heels and walking towards the door you felt fingers wrap around your wrist and you were stopped mid step. Turning your head and looking down, you found Jungkook’s stare. His eyes were almost begging, his lips slightly parted - his chest rising and falling slowly.

“Please noona..” his voice sounding strained, “I.. I’d like your help.”

Moving back to stand behind him you leaned down on him again, hearing his breathing in your ear. You moved your arms under his and they found their way to his stomach - his eyes were fixated on the movements of your hands.

You lifted his t-shirt up a little and let your hand find its way under it, feeling the warmth of his skin and the hardness of his abs. You let your fingers trace up and down slowly, dragging one of your fingers teasingly up to the hardened bud on his chest, circling it gently with the tip of your finger.

Your other hand opened up the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly, your eyes expecting the sight of his member.

Seeing the outline of his member in his boxers you licked your lips, pondering his taste - letting your hand palm it you heard him sigh deeply.

“Is this what you want?” you coo’d, placing a small kiss on his neck.

“Yes please, noona.” he breathed.

You pulled at his jeans and his boxers, hinting you wanted them gone. Jungkook lifted himself and pulled both items off, allowing you much more access.

Letting your hand find its way to his member again you began to slowly stroke him, his head leaning back on your shoulder, small whimpers leaving his lips - attaching your lips to his neck you sucked gently on it, left small bites and kisses, only fuelling his hunger as well as your own.

Stroking him slightly quicker and letting your hand squeeze a little harder on him you could see his stomach tense under your touch. Taking the chance you pinched the hardened bud on his chest gently, loving the sudden jerk his body did as a result.

“Feels so good, noona, I can’t..” he breathed.

The teasing from your dance, how good you were making him feel and how much he wanted this only served to throw him quicker towards his end.

You removed your hands from him, stepping over the bench and sitting down on your knees in front of him, between his legs, his eyes following you every step of the way.

You took his member in your hands again and moved your mouth close to it, placing small licks on the back of the tip, making him almost shake in pleasure.

His hand found it’s way to cup your cheek and subsequently to hold your hair, looking down at you with hungry and pleading eyes.

Taking his member in your mouth you heard him hiss above you, cursing under his breath, - “Fuck..” his hand holding on to your hair a little tighter.

Bobbing your head up and down quicker, you let your tongue venture around his members tip inside your mouth, feeling his thighs tense below your palm.

Hearing Jungkook’s pant increase above you, you knew he was getting close, only confirmed by his words.

“Noona..” he breathed, “Please, can I?”

You hummed around him in approval, looking up at him expecting his release.

Closing his eyes and letting his release take over, his stomach began to tense and release in multiple surges - his small moans none stop. Feeling his warm release on your tongue you began to slow down slightly, letting him ride his release to the fullest.

Feeling it coming to an end you licked gently around his member and moved your mouth from his member, swallowing and licking your lips, while looking up at him, his features looking exhausted and pleased.

You stood up and smiled down at him as he opened his eyes, his own smile appearing before he stood up and pulled his boxers and jeans up, zipping his jeans.

“I still need a shower.” you said jokingly, crossing your arms.

A giggle left Jungkook, “Lead the way then.” he said while extending his arm to motion for you to walk first.

You did as he wanted and led him through the front of the studio to a door that unlocked to a stairway that went up and into a small apartment.

He closed the door behind him and looked around the place, the wooden flooring feeling warm, the windows letting the evening sun in and he felt strangely at home and cosy in your place.

You turned around and noticed how he was looking around, probably questioning why you were in such a small place, compared to the amount of money you were making.

“I like it small and cosy, that’s why I live up here. I’ve never been much for big places, especially because I live alone.” you stated.

“I like it.” Jungkook immediately responded, “It’s cute.”

You smiled, feeling more confident that he liked your apartment.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll just be a few minutes.” you said as you walked into your bedroom towards your bathroom connected to it.

He walked around for a little and studied your place, looking at the books you had, music collection and towards the small balcony you had near your living room.

You quickly got undressed, stuck your hair in a ponytail so your hair wouldn’t get wet, jumped into the shower before the water was even warm, quickly washing yourself and rushing back out, drying yourself, knowing if you let yourself stay even a little in the shower, it would take too long and you really wanted to go out for a drink with Jungkook, not wanting him to wait.

Wrapping your towel around you, pulling the ponytail back out and giving your hair a quick brush you walked into your bedroom again.

Seeing a figure in the corner of your eye, you turned your head to the bedroom door, seeing Jungkook standing there.

His mouth was slightly ajar and his eyes wide, he hadn’t meant to catch you in this moment, you noticed he swallowed harshly, his adam’s apple bobble in his throat.

You turned towards him with a smirk on your face, your fingers the only thing keeping your towel from landing on the floor, “Do you want to see?” you asked cheekily.

Jungkook nodded slightly.

Your fingers let go and the towel fell to the floor, standing completely naked in his view.

His eyes slowly trailed down your body, studying every single part of you, every bump, every mark, wanting to memorise everything.

You felt your face heat up and you blushed slightly at his stare, not expecting him to study you so intensely.

His eyes flicked back up to yours and you saw the same hunger in his eyes as you had down stairs when he was watching you dance, his eyes black and lips inviting.

He moved forward and in a matter of seconds his hand was cupping your cheek and his other arm was around your waist, his lips pressed harshly against yours, pulling your body to his, your hands finding their place on his chest.

You moaned into the kiss, your core instantly throbbing in response to his movements.

He bent his knees and put his hands under your thighs, picking you up. Your hands held on to his neck as he turned you around and pushed you against the wall, pressing his hips into yours, the pressure on your core making you moan again and break the kiss, gasping for air as his lips found their way to your neck instead.

You clawed at his back as he bit your neck slightly harder than you had expected, your head dropping and your gaze fixated where he was located between your legs. One of your hands finding way to the back of his head, pulling his hair, a growl leaving him and his lips finding yours again.

Such a sudden change of character, from a shy innocent boy to a rough hungry man.

Pulling you away from the wall he gently placed you down on the bed, his arms placed on either side of you, hovering over you, his large figure making you feel so small.

Breaking away from your lips, his forehead pressed against yours, your breaths being the only noise in the room, his body shook slightly, wanting nothing more but to continue.

“Are you okay with this?” he breathed, his eyes closed, trying to control himself.

“Yes.” you responded instantly, “Please don’t stop.”

Obeying you he pressed his lips to yours again, opening them slightly, as you did the same, your tongues finding each other in a fight of passion.

His hand roamed your body, feeling every part of you, from the back of your thigh, up your side and to your breast, kneading it gently, his thumb flicking over your hardened bud, his clothed member grinding against your core continuously.

Your hands finding their way to the hem of his shirt you pulled it upwards and he momentarily broke the kiss to pull it off completely. His tanned skin and muscular appearance feeding your hunger, your hand gliding over his stomach, chest, over his collarbones and to the back of his neck, pulling him down to you to capture his lips with yours.

His hand roamed from your breast and down your stomach, gliding gently over your slit, instantly feeling how wet you were - feeling him smile into the kiss you guessed he approved greatly of it.

Soaking his fingers with your wetness he started circling your clit slowly and gently, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

Knowing his fingers were sufficiently wet he slowly let two glide down towards your entrance and put them inside of you, the pain of the stretch making you break the kiss and lean your head back in a whimpering moan, his eyes feasting on the look on your face as he started slowly thrusting them in and out of you, loving how you were coming undone below him.

You felt him move from above you, opening your eyes and looking towards him he suddenly pulled your legs towards the edge of the bed, making you let you a gasp, he sat down on his knees between them, his lips dragging down your thigh and leaving small kisses.

Finally reaching your core he teased you, letting you feel his heavy breath.

“Jungkookah, please..” you whimpered.

A small hum left him as he let his tongue drag up your slit and flicking your clit, your body instantly responding in a twitch and moan.

Attaching his lips to your clit he began sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue and drawing small circles around it, his arms wrapping under and around your thighs to keep you still, your hips not listening to you as they kept thrusting up in an attempt to receive more.

The calculated movements of his tongue ensured you wouldn’t last long.

Grabbing on to the sheets you desperately tried to keep your composure but he wasn’t making it easy. Arching your back into the mattress, your abs tensing, you bit your lip, your moans endless.

“Fuck.. So good..” you whimpered, placing your hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence yourself.

One of his hands moved from your thigh to your hand, removing it from your mouth and instead intertwining his fingers with yours - the hand you had placed on the sheets opting to hold on to his soft locks.

A series of particularly hard and precise flicks of his tongue had you so close you couldn’t stop your orgasm.

“So close..” you whimpered, your hand in his clenching harder, his movements not letting up, only trying harder knowing you were close, wanting to hear you.

The pressure in your core finally snapped and you could feel the tensing of your body start, your eyes screwed shut, your head leaning back into the mattress - the shocks of pleasure being sent to every part of your body, your core clenching and throbbing.

Jungkook slowed his movements feeling your body eventually go limp, except for the occasional twitch of aftershock.

Standing up and leaning down to hover over you again he gently brushed hair away from your face and enjoyed your fucked out appearance, your breathing heavy and quick.

You turned your head to look at him, a smile appearing on his lips, still covered in your wetness.

He leaned down and found your lips for a soft kiss - you could taste yourself on him.

Your hand reached down to his jeans, popping open the button and tugging the zipper down.

“You want more?” he smiled against your lips.

“Do you have more?” you responded cockily.

Pressing his hard member harshly against your still sensitive clit, you hissed in response.

“Hmm? What’s that, noona?” he responded back equally cocky, one brow raised.

Smiling at him you pulled him into another kiss, aching for his touch, his cocky tone only turning you on even more.

He pulled his jeans and boxers down, moving on to the bed with you, both of you moving towards the headboard to have more room.

Pulling your legs up on either side of his hips, you reached one hand down and palmed his member, positioning him at your entrance, letting him slowly start to push in.

Moving your lips from his you looked down as you saw him disappear into you, the stretch sending a sharp pain through your body, your hands situated on his chest, clenched in fists - his lips planting gentle kisses on your neck, attempting to soothe you.

You exhaled sharply at the pain of him stretching you though it was somehow still turning you on immensely but you involuntarily pushed your hands against his chest, causing him to stop immediately.

“Does it hurt?” he asked softly.

“Mmhm.” you nodded, “but don’t stop, you feel so good.”

Continuing to push into you he kept gently kissing your neck, shoulder and collarbone until he was fully inside.

“Fuck, noona. You’re so tight.” he breathed against your skin, holding still until you had adjusted.

You moved one of your hands to the back of his neck, holding on to him as you clenched your legs around him, making him grind in and out of you slowly.

Moving away from your neck to hover over you he maintained eye contact with you, as he picked up the pace a little, your moans growing more frequent, losing yourself in him.

Sitting back on his heels he continued his thrusts, holding on to your thighs, loving the sight of you, your body and your breasts, the clear pleasure on your features.

Looking up at him you noticed tiny drops of sweat coming down his temples, his hair sticking to his forehead and his torso glistening.

Leaning down he put an arm under your waist and lifted you up onto him a small gasp leaving you, he turned around and sat down against the headboard, you now straddling him.

As if you had no control over your body it instantly started riding him, both your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands holding on to your hips.

One of his hands ventured up to the hardened bud on your breast, gently circling it and squeezing it between his thumb and index finger, increasing the pressure you were feeling in your core again.

Riding him a little faster you felt your legs burn slightly, but the sight of his lips parting and his small moans made you work through it, loving the way he was looking at you.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, noona.” he panted.

You leaned down and captured his lips in a burning kiss, “It’s okay, me neither.”

Wanting to make sure you reached your end before he did, he wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you on to your back, leaving him in control again.

With an arm on each side of you, hovering over you his thrusts became harder and faster, your hands finding their way to his back and clawing down it, causing him to growl in pain.

Whimpering you could feel your orgasm nearing, his thrusts relentless and precise - leaning up you found his lips in a passionate kiss.

You squeezed your legs around him, feeling yourself ready to let go, your back arching into the mattress and your face hiding in the crook of his neck.

“Cum for me. Let me hear you, noona.” he whispered in your ear.

You did exactly as he wanted, holding on to him as if he was the only thing keeping you from falling off the edge, moans leaving you with no end in sight, your body twitching in pleasure as your orgasm finally set in.

Your core clenching around him and listening to your moans had his high washing over him as well, strained groans leaving him as his thrusts stuttered and came to a halt.

His body was shaking, his arms gave in and he fell down on top of you, his head on your chest, hearing your heart pound from exhaustion.

You gently stroked his soft hair as you both calmed down from your ecstasy.

“I’m going to need a shower again.” you said playfully.

“Yeah me too.” he laughed.

Shifting his head he looked up at you, moving up to place his lips softly on yours, making you wish he wouldn’t ever let go.

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infinitestarsintheskye · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by the ever lovely @besidemethewholedamntime, thanks lovely! 😘

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

Just plain black. Nothing exciting unfortunately!

2. Name a food you never eat

Mushrooms, and at the moment, cheese. Damned dairy intolerance.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Both, but usually cold. My internal heating and cooling system is truly buggered, thanks to the fact that I was a premmie baby. Just one of the many fun side effects.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Fannying about after having a shower. Every single day I do this and I don’t know why.

5. What’s your favorite candy bar?

CURRENTLY, it is the Galaxy Vegan caramelised hazelnut chocolate and oh my god it’s so good. A lot of vegan chocolate is really crumbly and whilst it tastes good, the texture is just off and that kind of ruins it for me. But Galaxy have really nailed the texture, it’s just creamy and good and just tastes and feels like real chocolate and I was honestly so happy the first time I tried it.

6. Have you ever been to professional sports event?

I have! I went to a few Scottish Premier League (football) games when I was younger, with my dad, before realising that I didn’t enjoy it much. I have also been to one singular hockey match, which really tells you everything you need to know about how I found that. Honestly I don’t really go in much for sports. I enjoy watching horse riding, show jumping and the like, and figure skating, and that’s about it.

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

“WHAT ARE YOU EATING?!” To the doggo, who had just got a hold of the leftovers of my dad’s lunch.

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

Ben and Jerry’s do an ice cream that has vanilla on one side, and chocolate on the other, with a full ass BLOCK of caramel in the middle, and it is probably the unhealthiest thing I have ever consumed, but oh my god it’s so good.

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

Tea! Please assume that I am always drinking tea, it is a fairly accurate assumption.

10. Do you like your wallet?

Eh. It’s okay. It’s getting a bit old but I’ve been putting off getting a new one.

11. What is the last thing you ate?

One of those tiny little packets of haribo that are STILL somehow leftover from Halloween

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

I did! I bought a new top for work, a white jumper bc white goes with everything and I’m a bit lazy.

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?

On purpose? The 2018 Winter Olympic Ice Dance final when Virtue/Moir FINALLY WON THE GOLD!!! It was on until like 3/4am, and I had 3 back to back lectures the next day, and I was SO TIRED, but oh it was worth it!! I think the mens individual final was on the next night but I FULLY fell asleep halfway through 😬

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Sweet and salty!

15. Who is the last person you send text message to?

My sister! I was ranting about The Crown and she was just kind of listening haha

16. Ever been camping?

Twice! Both my guide troop. Once just cause, and once bc it was the Centenary of Girl Guiding in the UK and all of the troops in our county pitched up in a giant field for the weekend, which was good fun! Would I do it again? Maybe not. I’m not really that outdoorsy, but I will give anything a go once.

17. Do you take vitamins?

Nope! I probably should, but I swear every time I start taking vitamin C I get a cold. Not sure if this is just my immune system being weird or if I am actually cursed.

18. Do you regularly attend a place of workship?

Nope! I am very much agnostic. I used to live almost right across the road from a church, that was fun on a Sunday morning no need to set an alarm, and I used to walk past, I kid you not four or five on my way to work, which is a lot considering it was ALL ONE ROAD and a fairly short walk.

19. Do you have a tan?

Nope! I’m so pale I reflect the sun back.

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza?

Pizza!!! I miss it!!! Dairy free cheese suuuuuccckkksssss

21 . Do you drink your soda through a straw?

Not really. I didn’t really before but I’m really not a fan of paper straws and them getting all soggy.

22. What color socks you usually wear?

Literally every single colour. A lot of blue and navy but I’m not kidding, it is every colour.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

I can’t drive so I can’t go over the speed limit haha

24. What terrifies you?

Oh well, what a fun question. So much. Ultimately failure. Failure to do anything worthwhile in my life, failure to help people, failure in my personal life. The list goes on. And heights. I am truly truly terrified of heights.

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

The doggo!! 🐶

26. What chore do you hate the most?

Sorting through odd socks. All black socks should be burned imo.

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

Neighbors. My mum loved Neighbors in its hayday, and it is always discussed when Kylie or Jason Donovan is on the telly haha.

28. Whats your favorite soda?

Good old lemonade.

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

Can’t drive so go in. My flatmate and I got really bad for ordering in McDonalds last year after it got put on Uber eats. She was a terrible influence on me I swear.

30. What’s your favorite number?

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

My granny!

32. Favorite meal?

My mum’s leftover chicken risotto with bacony bits

33. Last song you listened to?

According to Spotify, Smoke by Gia Margaret (suprise surprise, its from the Normal People soundtrack)

34. Last book you read?

Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell. Such a beautifully written book. Very casually magical and oh so very sad.

35. Favorite day of the week?

Tuesday, but I couldn’t tell you why.

36. Can you say alphabet backwards?

Absolutely not.

37. How do you like your coffee?

I don’t like coffee. I like the smell but it is far too bitter for me and the caffeine makes me feel truly awful.

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

I have a pair of brown boots that are almost victorian in style, they lace up, and made of the softest leather and I love them to utter pieces.

39. Time you normally get up?

On a normal day, usually any time after 10am. I like my bed and I don’t go to sleep until quite late. When I’m working, it’s usually between half past 6 and 9am.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

Sunset. I am very much a night owl.

41. How many blankets on your bed?

At the moment I just have my big thick duvet which keeps me very cosy and I never want to get out of my cosy bed, but I FULLY expect that to increase as it gets colder bc I am a cold creature.

42. Describe your kitchen plates

Just plain white, fairly standard.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment.

Clean???

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

Oooh, I like a Bacardi and coke or a gin and lemonade (which according to my gin and tonic loving mother is a sacreligous thing to do to gin). I don’t drink a whole lot, but those are my two go tos.

45. Do you play cards?

I can play cards, but I don’t do it on the regular.

46. What color is your car?

Don’t have a car!

47. Can you change a tire?

Nope!

48. Your favorite state or province?

Don’t really have that here, so I’m gonna be a bit cheeky and say Perthshire 😉. It really is beautiful though!!

49. Favorite job you’ve had?

My current job! It’s just a clothes shop retail job, but the company is so good (which is rare for a big company), the people are so lovely, the hours can suck sometimes, but I enjoy it so much more than waitressing and bar work!

Thanks again so much for the tag! I think just about everyone has been tagged in this, so if you haven’t done this yet, consider yourself tagged now!!

#skye rambles

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nomiliy · 4 years ago

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Spotlight Saturday

Make a post recommending a someone else’s fic that you love. Whether it was posted this week or whether it’s been in progress for a while and is currently updating, tell everyone you know that they should check it out.

Reblog artwork and gifsets from other fan creators. Recommend someone you think others should follow - and why. Share the love for your fellow fans, creators and consumers alike. Be the Will Smith meme for your fandom.

The House of the Rising Sun by lochness8

"There is a house, in New Orleans. They call The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin, of many a poor boy, And god, I know I'm one."

Darren Shan was a good kid who only wanted to help his sister. He never meant to get mixed up in all of this. But what had originally been a plan to get some quick cash quickly goes south, and now he's stuck in the world of betrayal, violence, and organized crime. He can only hope he makes it out of alive. He better watch his step, because "The Leopard" stalks at night.

And he always catches his prey.

Cirque du Freak + Mafia!AU? Sign me the hell up! But, really, I’m a sucker for fics that go deep to blend canon characterization with an AU setting. The setting as a stand-in for the vampire/vampaneze tension is great, and could really start a whole trope for the CDF fanfic community. Like, really, why aren’t there more Mafia!AU fics? It’s just a cool idea! Ness also does a spectacular job with dialogue! It’s smooth, mirrors canon fairly well, and just sets the pace so well. Plus, it merges CDF with SLC, so if you’re a fan of either series then you should definitely bookmark this fic~ (Plus, Ness is on Tumblr! Go say hi and support her work!)

Dirty Chai by roxypony

"I didn't HAVE a kid with you. I FOUND a kid with you. There's a big difference."

Becoming co-parents to an orphan toddler wasn't in Mika or Kurda's plans. And they REALLY didn't mean for it to bring them closer in any way, shape, or form. But we don't always get what we want. Mika/Kurda is absolutely the endgame here.

Wanna binge read something in bed for three days and completely forgot that you have a life? OF COURSE YOU DO! This is 250k+ of MikaKurda goodness complete with family feels and impromptu adoption and good slow burn into the romance. Oh, and Mika is a major sass-master. Like, the dark prince has some wicked burns in this; you feel the heat just reading it! The whole series is all about Mika and Kurda, and they are both written wonderfully. Their banter is amazing and really pushes the pace to this fun, witty place but also slows it down for me heart felt moments. And Roxy is a champ at updates. This is a four part series that she pumped over 200k into in the past 5 months. I don’t bloody know how she does it, but this is an amazingly written fanfic for a wonderful rare pair with consistent updates. What more could you ask for?

(Roxy’s also on Tumblr, so go support her and flood her inbox with asks :D)

War Of Fate by moongatah

Being the Lord of the Shadows seems tempting....but there are things Steve Leonard would rather change about his destiny. And in thinking this he causes yet another war, with forces nobody could ever comprehend, forced by circumstances to team up with those he thought he’d never ally with...not again, that is.

“What happens when you go to war with Destiny?” “Two possible outcomes. You either get a chance at writing your fate yourself, or you cease to exist.” “....sweet.”

I couldn't do this without recommending a Starren fic! I love how Steve is written; he’s insane, manipulative, power-hungry, and utterly Steve. And I love how Darren is written as well; his grief is a very palpable force in this series that really drives his character after the death of his mentor. The series is only 2 chapters in, but we already have a great cast of characters that I can’t to see more of. And, dude, Evanna is there and, Lord, I love her to pieces. I really hope the author continues this series because I’m so interested to see how a romance between Darren and Steve could transpire after the events of Book 9.

(And, look they’re on Tumblr too :D Go say hi~ OH, and they have another really cute/funny Starren crack fic that gets me every time, so go check that out too~!)

#fanworks appreciation #fanfiction recommendation #cirque du freak #cdf #mikakurda #mika ver leth #Kurda Smahlt #Steve Leonard #darren shan #starren

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sickybubbies · 5 years ago

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Macaroons- Hopekook

I wanted to do ipecac slightly differently so I came up with this, please note that it is entirely fictional and is not meant to offend anybody in any shape or form. And most certainly don’t wish any of this to happen to any of the members, other than that enjoy!!

TW: Emeto/ Mentions of Drug use.

“Come on Kook-ah, try it” The older nudges Jungkook, he sighs and shakes his head while pushing it slowly “I’m good Hyung.. you enjoy”

Hoseok shrugs, taking a big bite into the cream filled macaroons while exclaiming in delight. Stubbornly he tries again, bolting the sweet treat at the maknae’s lips but he’s quick enough to dodge it.

Hoseok pouts “Aish yah, an army made them specially for us!” He takes another bite as the youngest shoves his hands into his pockets “I’m on a diet hyung, I already told you”

Jungkook rolls his eyes as his hyung toils the box in his hands “look at how sweet she was and you’re denying it, aigoo you brat”

“We’re not meant to accept gifts from fans, on the streets anyway~~” he singsongs, masking his dread of having to listen to an earful of scolding from their manager and Jin hyung. “A little won't hurt Kookie..” He laughs.

Jungkook just rolls his eyes and snorts pressing his phone to the ear “Hello? Yeah can we have 911 on standby?”

Hoseok laughs loudly, smacking the youngster’s arm as he grins with his teeth out. Hoseok sticks his tongue out and thinks nothing of it.

He really wish he hadn’t.

It’s dark in the dorms, after what felt like forever the members were given a week off. Jimin and Taehyung chose to go on a trip together, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin with their families. And the duo, well they’re together for the week (end of the week as the members return tomorrow morning actually).

The room is plagued with darkness and Hoseok feels his heart rip through his chest, it was beating at a ridiculous rate mere minutes ago and won’t stop even when he clenches it.

He clenches his fingers together, feeling too clammy for his liking, his throat dry and a bitter taste sat at his tongue. His neck veins plummeting out of is skin as his head pounds with sweat hanging off his brow.

The Maknae had his light illuminating through the cream of his door. With his soundproof headset Jungkook yells in excitement, satisfied with his winning streak his eyes are glued onto the screen.

He’s so immersed in the game he barely registers the older dancer stumbling in.

It was a few steps down the hall, only a few steps. But Hoseok looks like death. It was as if he was hit by a huge truck, got up and was hit again, his soul dragged across to opposite ends of South Korea to be shoved back into this sickly body of his.

His breaths are laboured and painful as uses an arm to steady himself by the door frame as he weakly calls “Jung..Jungkook..”

Jungkook frowns, muting the game as he listens closely for the suspected voice. His ears perk up to the audible thud behind him.

“Hoseok Hyung!” He yells at the frail mess on the floor, yanking his earphones off he scrambles to the sick male’s side. Lightly tapping his cheek with a voice laced in panic “Hoseok hyung? Hyung are you okay can you hear me?”

Hoseok’s vision is swimming, not one but three Jungkook’s hovering over his figure with worry of a thousand men. He casts his hand weakly up to his head, brows furrowed in agony

“Kookie..m’not feeling good” his eyes roll back momentarily and his words are slurred making Jungkook scream inside. The Maknae quickly feels his neck and forehead. No signs of a fever..

“Shit Hyung okay, I’m calling 911” Jungkook rushes out, his mind jumping to the worst possible scenarios of all as he thrashes around the fabric for his phone. Gasping as Hoseok seems barely conscious “Ah.. Aniya! Stay with me.. stay with me okay?” He mutters religiously as he aggressively raps the older’s cheeks.

Jungkook bolts out the room, sliding swiftly around the kitchen counter as his eyes fish for his phone– freezing. He eyes the opened box of macaroons, ripping it open when he’s met with an awful, chemical like stench, his eyes filled with relentless anger.

He jogs back to the room, trying to keep his worry at bay as he hoists Hoseok up. The dancer slumping against his broad chest as his head lulls to the side, his eyes peering open slightly.

“Hobi, it’s the macaroons. You need to puke hyung, you need to get it out of you” he whispers with a shaky voice, pulling the trash can towards him as he gets a feeble nod.

Hoseok’s head is bothering him the most, his ears feel like they’re being smitten with wet soggy cottons as the ground shakes underneath him. His chest burning too as he groans. Barely aware of his surroundings, head hanging deliriously over the bin, trying to throw up.

Jungkook pats his hyungs back, urging him to let go frowning as the latter groans and shakes his head “C-Can’t..”

His mouth hanging open, Jungkook risks it and pushes two fingers down his brother’s throat (as he was too weak to do so himself) but it resulted in an empty and unproductive gag.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheeks to fight his tears. He inhaled deeply and rubs Hoseok’s arms “okay hyung, just hang in there for me” he begs silently.

“Ipecac.. ipecac...ipecac” he reminds himself as he hastily pushes the different coloured bottles and pills around. The young boy remembers this from when they used it for Jimin and his weak stomach. Or Yoongi and his anxious yet nauseous nights where he just wants to get it over and done with. Sighing in relief when he finds the saviour.

Jungkook quickly falls to his knees beside hoseok who was propped with pillows, thankfully still conscious though rarely there. He unscrews the cap and lets it quickly fill the brim of the spoon. “Hyung here..” he mutters as he’s holding his mouth open and shoving the spoon of the clear liquid in with urgency.

They don’t need to wait that long when Hoseok feels a bout of sickness audibly rush up his esophagus and past his lips, most of it missing the bin. Catching the Maknae off guard as the sick taints his black sweats. But he couldn’t care less.

“Here here here!…” Jungkook hissed as he helps Hoseok lean over, sweeping the hair out of his eyes as he projectile vomits whatever he’s consumed the whole day.

Gush after gush and Hoseok’s body doesn’t let up, he’s barely awarded a breath before he’s gagging loudly. The torrent of liquid spilling from his lips with grating heaves has Jungkook worried to the pits of his own stomach.

“Oh baby..let it out that’s it..” The Maknae softly fonds.

“Kook- Hugghrkk” Jungkook lets out a helpless sob as he rubs between the boy’s shoulder blades furiously, anxiety tingling on his fingers when he resorts to pounding Hoseok’s back as he chokes up more bile, feeling him go horribly limp and on the verge of passing out.

“911? Yeah it’s an emergency..” Jungkook screams the details through his panicked cries for his member.

Another gurgle and more liquid hits the puddle beneath him, Jungkook’s baffled at how he has more to give.

So He patiently waits, staring at the floor till he’s done and sniffling occasionally.

Kissing his cheek softly he wipes the vomit off hoseok’s chin. Hugging him close as the poor tries to stay woke “You’re gonna be okay hobi.. I got help, they’re coming..”

“I won’t let anything happen to you hyung..” Jungkook mutters lowly, hugging his shoulders and kissing his nape as Hoseok weakly nods, the only thing he hears before he’s hooked by darkness.

Hours later, The Maknae enters the dorm with his third oldest on his back. Kicking the door as Hoseok sleeps soundly on his shoulder, the doctors words ringing through his ears.

We found traces of benzodiazepine drugs accumulated in his blood, which is very harmful. Thankfully he threw up so no further damage was done.

Deep breaths and he’s stifling his anger while he settles his hyung on the couch, making a mental note make that lady pay for her deeds. Shaking his head he goes to hunt for a duvet or something.

“Kookie..” Hoseok mutters tiredly and Jungkook is already returning with the blanket, draping it over the both of them. “Shh, it’s okay hyung, sleep now”

The next morning, the members cheerful voices sound through the walls as the two of them squirm awake from where they were hugged up in eachothers warmth. Just for Jin to call out from the kitchen.

“I brought macaroons kids!”

The pair look at eachother and just sigh.

#hopekook #fluff #slight angst #emetophilia

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rochestergreekrestaurantssw-blog · 5 years ago

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Find the closest Wells Fargo in New Berlin

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Low-budget location with low spending budget help. Inadequate service, very long wait moments. Riffraff consumers as well. Apologies of which I am a purchaser in this article

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Wells Fargo Bank, 2675 N Mayfair Rd Wauwatosa, WI 53226

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scripted-dalliances · 6 years ago

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Rest In Peace: Chapter Nine

Title: Rest In Peace

Chapter: 9

Summary: A part of Faithless Fairy Tale, a more in depth look at how they brought Laura back to life. Appearance of old faces, creation of new ones and if you’re looking for canon, it left a long, long time ago. If you squint you might be able to see some pieces from the book.

A/N: This chapter introduces more Egyptian gods, which now really divides it from Season Two. So I guess now they are just my interpretations, and they will be tweaked with accordingly.

“It always ends, that's what gives it value.” Neil Gaiman

As it happens, they seek death but it's death that finds them, sitting in the shade of a roadside attraction as Sweeney attempts to get Horus to eat something other than peanuts and chips. So far, the young man has only eaten his fries and nibbled incrementally on the edges of a burger.

“Maybe he's a vegetarian?” Laura questions.

“He was a hawk, Not a fucking rabbit, he is just being picky because its cooked. Which he'll have to learn to love. Seeing how he is a real boy again.”Mad Sweeney says pointedly at the young god beside him.

Horus pouts, he is dressed in what they could find on the way here, mostly from gas stations. Cheap black flats, ugly bright orange beach shorts. A too-large t-shirt that was a horrible masterpiece of three photo shopped wolves all howling at a neon colored moon.

Laura elbows Sweeney in the gut and gestures with her face to change the young god's expression. The leprechaun huffs angrily, but in the end trades the last of his fries for the hardly touched burger.

“He will have to learn some day, dead girl. Someone catches him snatching mice with his bare hands and trying to gobble them up and that will be the end of that.”

“He has never been much of a fan of eating cow, ” Says a new voice, filled with undue mirth. “You should have started with cooked fish.”

It turns out to be a woman, tall as nearly Sweeney himself with flawless dark skin. She looks beautiful, in that kind of way that holds your gaze, with her cat like gold eyes and sensual full lips. She looks like she should be a model, spread across glossy magazines and plastered on bill boards for all to see, just that unreal and perfect.

At once, Horus is leaping up and hooting with joy to greet her. The new woman smiles gently and opens her arms to capture him up in a hug. Pulling him close to her chest and raining down kisses on his cheeks with tenderness only allowed for a lost love one. Its a warm reunion.

Finally, after a few more softy whispered exchanges the woman looks up to the pair watching them.

“Horus has been lost to us for many years, and it has always been difficult to keep him human for long. So, thank you.”

“We just gave him a lift.” Laura explains. It wasn’t even a long one considering. Maybe a state line.

“You provide a safe journey, and returned him home. Kept him human longer than he has been in decades, that’s no easy task.” The beautiful woman explains gently. There is a musical quality to her voice, that makes it impossible for Laura to fight. Its so soothing she can do nothing but accept the thanks

“Nephthys.” Mad Sweeney says. “I didn’t think you lived near these parts.” Last time he had checked on the gods here, she had been rumored to have left for New York, she dealt with grief and mourning. Perhaps a different her was more involved in the death part of things, but like most she had to cut and learn to live off the lean meats of faith she could obtain.

Nephthys, winds her fingers with Horus long claw like digits and joins to sit with them. With her designer dress and heels, she looks out of place at the dirty burger joint but none of that matters. She radiates such a calm energy that Laura likes instinctively. A rare thing that she questions just a little, deep down.

“I was called home, and was on my way when I felt Horus. There is concern about the coming war…among other things. Perhaps you felt the pull of home too, nephew?” She directs this to Horus who nods.

“Even the winds are changing.”

She nods like this makes sense and continues, “There are only a few of us left, and many have all but lost our powers, but when war comes we have always stood together. This is no different.”

Laura frowns, “I thought you guys were staying out of it.”

“We do not fear the end, nor do we have any urge renew ourselves to previous grandeur. Not at the expense of justice and order. It makes it hard to manipulate us.”

“You think that’s what this was, a manipulation?” Sweeney interjects, tone just shy of angry. He had joined the war efforts after all, had for a brief -insane- moment believed in it. Things had changed, grew more complicated but he hates to be played the fool. “Grimnir was a right cunt, but there is no denying the other side ain't much better. War between our sides was going to come sooner or later.”

“I think it's awfully convenient for a disused war god to lead a war of gods. Old against new, for ownership of a future that isn’t ours to choose. Time changes all things. Even belief, and once upon a time even the oldest of us was considered new. Odin was only selling what those who fear death feel the need to buy. A place in the world, that lasts forever, high above the end of all things.” She smiled sadly. “And you don't have to be a god to know that sounds too good to be true. All things must eventually end. To challenge that, ruins the whole point. Of life, death and after.” Nephthys looks Mad Sweeney in the eyes, “Mess with the natural order too much and it tends to mess with you back.”

He nods and accepts her words, she isn't wrong and deep down Sweeney admits he really only joined Grimnir and his stupid war for the chance of a end. A good one, that he could sneak into without losing too much.

He was done running and playing a coward from his own death, so what leg did he have to stand on? Fucking none. The only reason he wasn't trying his all to get back into the game was because he owed Laura too much and that would have to come first.

“Since we did you a favor, mind giving us one in return?” He questions bluntly. Nephthys nods, and he continues. “We need to find the brothers. Anubis and Ibris. Dead girl here has some questions about the after life, or lack of it.”

For a second, her gold eyes light up with amusement, but then Horus whispers into her ear and the look fades into carefully poised seriousness. “I can give their address, it's not far from here, but...if I may be so bold, Laura Moon. I don't think they can help you.”

“What? Why?”

“My kin knows a great deal about death, of bone and tissue, of preserving it past it's prime. Of dealing with the spirit that is cage within it, but neither of them will know what to do with you. You are much more than just dead. If you want answers, you'll have to look else where.”

Sweeney doesn't need eyes in his head to feel the anger flow off Laura's tiny form next to him. It echoes like a siren, warning him that if he doesn't intervene things are going to get nasty very quickly. Instead of trying to pacify Laura -only a mad man would try that route, and he's not as mad as he used to be- he puts himself forward to the goddess.

“Are you going to tell us where to look, or to just fuck off? -because I don't suggest the latter. She might look like a tiny thing, but she's got my coin in her belly and recently beheaded a god with nothing but her own anger and a stolen sword. That's luck and balls, and it's a winning combination if there ever was one.”

Nepnthys throws back her head and laughs, it's a nice one.

“Oh. I know.” She tells them with evident joy, “She won't stop talking about it. There have been those who seek life after death before, Laura Moon. Many have tried, few succeed.” She tilts her head, reading something written invisible on the face of the dead girl and amends her words. “Laura McCabe. Christians have their Lazarus, the Greeks have Orpheus, all of them share a certain seed of an old story. And that's what you are seeking, yes? A mortal death, a return to mortal life.”

“I'm not asking for much. Just what is owed.”

The goddess bestows her a smile, kind in gesture but never the less just a little sad.

“You are owed more than that, and my sister has every intention of helping you get it.”

Laura doesn't understand the context of Nepnthys's words but Sweeney fucking does. Ice sinks into his veins, nearly stopping his heart. There are rumors, there always have been, about the really old ones. What they've done to survive this new world, where they hide and who keeps their faith for them in secret. Most are lies, tales spun for the sake of giving the rest of them some hope.

Then there are the ones, like Isis who make the rest of them look like fucking children.

“Fuck me.” Mad Sweeney says under his breath. Fuck.

“Want to explain what's got you so spooked?” Laura questions as soon as she can. Nephthys and Horus are getting comfortable in the back of the car. Who had been invited by the latter to join them. Laura herself didn’t mind and Sweeney had been mutely polite since it turned out that the ancient Egyptian goddess accepted the claim of shot gun seriously.

Now she has the chance to question that silent while the two of them pump gas and grab snacks for the rest of the trip.

“This is good right? Far as I can tell, she's not a dick and bird boy ain't exactly all there enough to lie so whats got your panties in a bunch? This could get me my life back and your coin in your hands within a weeks time. Why are you acting like you're scared of her.”

Mad Sweeney tucks his hands into the soft joints of her elbows with forced tenderness, and yet she still feels a burst of hungry heat. Clawing up her veins and nerves, consuming her in a flash of burning that makes her shiver with the desire of more.

“That's why.” He says, pulling off his touch quickly and making her want to wage violence to get it back. It's only the insanity of that thought that keeps her from doing so. “Neph ain't a bad lass, always had a weak spot for the dying and dead. As far as guides go, you could have worse, lemme tell ya, but it ain't her I'm shaking in my boots about.”

“Her sister. Isis.”

He nods, “Heavy hitter if there ever was one, and she knows about you and what you did to Odin.”

Laura picks up on what he's trying not to say out loud. He thinks this could be a trap.

“And the touch thing?” She he questions and then nearly falls back. She has shit vision these days, what with her eyes on the verge of popping out of their sockets and maggots threatening to make homes in the cavities, but she would bet with the golden coin that she just saw him blush. “Oh, okay, you are going to explain what that reaction was. Right now. Spill it.”

“Fuck you.” He retorts, a knee gut reaction to anything she says these days, “Fuck you, this is all your fault. This is what you wanted, alright?” Sweeney hisses, offended as he is embarrassed by his own racing heart. “An equal little give and take, remember? I believe, you believe and we both get what we want.”

She blinks at him, “Yeah, and?”

“Put it together dead girl.” When she doesn't, he hangs his head and curses. Then stomps. Then sighs and eventually says, “Remember...remember the story of your mum and the local minister?”

“Uh, yeah. The story about my mother having an affair,” She crosses her arms, anger rising. “Didn't really ever forget. What the fuck does that have to do with anything.”

“Recall that crack I made, that it was her, offering herself up to her god of choice?”

“Yeah-” She starts, but then stops because oh holy fucking hell. “You are fucking kidding me.”

“Wish I was. Except, you ain't just been believing in me, have you Laura.” He says, voice wavering like the wind across the plains, “You saved my life, you hold all my luck. Everything that I am, you've got, and that ain't just some bullshit thing a casual follower or a believer does. That...that's some other level shit. The likes of my kind don't come down for the mountains to dance with your lot, one on one for a fuckin’ reason. It's dangerous. Addicting. Every touch is playing with fire, with magic. Growing and twisting us together. Could wreck us both if we aren't careful...once or twice, we might be able to get away with. Might be tricky, but it's been done before. Keep fuckin’ about with it and who knows.”

“Why the fuck didn't you say anything!”

In an instant, he's there. Towering above her, with a heaving chest and furious gaze, ready to spit in her face. “Because what the fuck was I going to say? By the way, cunt who likes to punch me thrice a day and twice as much on Sunday, guess what? You're tied to me forever, because you don't know how to just believe in something. You had to know it, didn't you? All my secrets and then some, had to dig between my ribs and take my heart too.” In any other context, between two different people this would be a romantic speech. But he doesn't say it with passionate affection, he says it between gritted teeth and resentment. “And you opened yourself up to hide it. So now your blood heats and rushes for me because it sings for my touch and mine does the same, dead girl because we are two sides of the same spinning coin now. Of believer and belief.”

The confession drains her, she feels the earth spin under her feet.

“I believe in you, you believe in me.” She whispers.

“Aye, and now because neither of us do things by halves, we've fucked ourselves good and proper. Binding the likes of these rarely end pretty, something always gives. Nothing ever ends without a lesson. Like I'll get me coin back but lose my hands. You’ll get your shit life back complete with Mr.Moon and the next day you'll choke on your poptart.” He chances a glance over her shoulder to the back of the car. He can't see them, but he knows the gods are watching. “If things go sour, they will so faster if they know. So keep your hands to yourself and I'll do the same.” Sweeney tells her, putting his best authoritative voice on.

She only just keeps herself from breaking his hand out of resentment.

“Some how, I think I'll be able to control myself.” Laura replies with venom, turning from him and heading back to the car. Wrenching the driver's side open with such force that the metal whines like a broken beast before she slams it shut loud and hard enough to make him wince in sympathy.

Fuck.

This was going to be a fun car ride.

#madwife #mad wife #mad wife fic #mad sweeney #mad sweeney x laura moon #laura moon #laura x sweeney

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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What's the best food to have at a sleepover? I’d have a blast at a sleepover if my friends and I were to get a square-cut cheese pizza with a box of wings. Cheesy nachos with beef would be great too.

How did you meet the last person you shared a bed with? We were introduced by our respective friends.

Do you like the yellow cheetos better or the orange ones? I don’t like Cheetos, period. Cheese puffs never did grow on me.

Where did you buy the shoes you wore today? My mom got it for me two Christmases ago.

Do you have any half siblings? Nope. But this year I found out I have a half-cousin (and possibly half-cousins) from a trash uncle who apparently fooled around behind my aunt’s back, but I have no desire to associate with her or that entire family altogether.

How many DVD players are in the house? We still have two lying around but we haven’t used either in 6–7 years.

Do you like the last song you heard on the radio? I cried, because I needed to hear the lyrics that were being sung.

Do you know anyone who has been on TV? Sure, mostly some of my friends’ parents.

When going shopping for junk food, what's the first thing you pick up? My eyes usually dart to the Pringles before anything else. And if there’s also any salted egg chips that looks appealing enough for me to pick up.

How would you react if you found out you had a long lost sister? I think my literal first reaction would be to be pissed at my parents for hiding such a secret from me for a long time. It would depend on how they explain the situation if I end up wanting to meet her or if I can do without.

At sleepovers, do you usually stay up all night or actually go to sleep? Hahaha I’m the grandma that passes out. I’ve never successfully stayed up at a sleepover and for some reason I’m always the first one to start getting sleepy. I guess all my friends’ bedrooms are really that comfy.

Is there anything in the room you're in that's really dusty? [continued from last night] For sure. There are some things in my room I barely use or move around so it definitely wouldn’t be a surprised if they’ve since gathered up a fine layer of dust.

Do you know anybody with different colored eyes? Yeah, someone from my high school has this condition.

Are any of your relatives vets? [continued AGAIN from the night before last, lmao send help] As far as I know, no. We’re not really the type of family that produces doctors, and I believe we lean more towards law.

Who cleans the most in your house? Oh my mom, for sure. She wants all chores done a certain way, and she’s always genuinely happy to do everything herself.

Do you own any shirts that cost over $100? No. I think my most expensive shirts are my wrestling ones, which never went above P3000, I think.

What about any shoes? Do you think that's a lot of money for clothes? Yeah, well shoes are generally more expensive so I’ve definitely spent more on sneakers than I’ve ever had on a shirt. I think a pair of shoes that go for P5000 is fine because for the most part it’s also already a testament to its quality. I draw the line at P5000 shirts, because you’re only paying for the label at that point.

What's the movie theatre in your town called? Ours don’t have names. Most of our cinemas are housed within malls, so whenever we make plans to watch a movie we just mention the mall.

How many minutes do you consider late? Idk man, I prize punctuality a lot. People to me are either early, on the dot, or late.

Is there any jam in the fridge right now? No, we don’t really consume jam. We’re not a very spread-y kind of family, come to think of it. We prefer meatier stuff in our sandwiches.

What did you get your best friend for their last birthday? I learned iMovie throughout my UTI-slash-fever horror experience so I can make a video for Gab that compiled her friends’ greetings in time for her birthday. I wasn’t able to get Angela anything because I was still looking for a job then and didn’t have any source of income; and because Gab broke up with me on that day so I was too distraught to be doing anything.

What about your mom's and dad's last birthdays? My dad was abroad for his last birthday. I didn’t get my mom anything because we don’t have that kind of relationship.

What kinds of food do you dunk into milk? Uhm mostly none, because I never really have milk unless I’m at a hotel or at a friend’s, lol. I’ve dipped chocolate chip cookies into milk several times though, and those didn’t turn out bad at all :) I’m a fan of the mushiness.

Do you have any current or past teachers on your facebook friends? A couple of my high school teachers are still my Facebook friends. I never added nor received requests from my college professors, which I prefer tbh because I’ve always viewed college profs as having a more professional vibe compared to my grade school and high school teachers, who were like parents to me.

Are there any baby pictures of you up? Like, the room I’m currently in? No but my school portrait from Prep is framed and hanging on my wall, which is the closest thing. I was already 7, though.

Do you have any friends who have bleached blonde hair? Nah. I have a lot of friends who’ve dyed their hair over the years, but none bleached all the way through. Gabie did, but just for her tips.

How much sugar do you like in your tea/coffee? Lots. I need every trace of it feeling like black coffee removed, haha.

What color is the cereal in your cupboard? We don’t eat cereals in this family; we’ve always enjoyed a classic Filipino breakfast. Sometimes we’ll get cereals I guess, but we never eat them the traditional way; my mom and sister usually just snack on them straight from the box on non-breakfast hours.

Are you wearing any jewlery that a boyfriend/girlfriend gave you? No.

Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you jewlery? Yes.

Have you ever seen the last person you kissed cry? Many times.

Would you rather work at a gas station or be a maid? I hate chores and touching other people’s stuff, so I’ll go with the gas station. I could meet different people from that job too, which sounds more interesting.

What's the closest store to your house called? Just Things. Basically sells hype merch, including the P5000 streetwear shirts I called out earlier, for all the hype heads in my area.

Do horror movies scare you more when they're 'based on a true story'? The biographical nerd in me obviously gets excited, but I don’t get scared. I get more invested when they include snippets or updates about the real-life counterparts and go beyond the vague ‘based on a true story’ banner.

Do you still talk to the last person who hurt you (emotionally)? Yeah but I really need some sort of coin bank thing for it for every time I do so because idk why I still hang around sometimes.

Is there an outdoor movie theatre where you live? Not where I live. But I do know that because of Covid, some malls outside of my city have started offering drive-in cinemas, which were never a thing here before.

What color was the last food you ate? Golden brown, yellow, black, red, green. It was a truffle and mushroom pizza that I treated my family to because I had gotten my first paycheck this week and I would’ve looked like an absolute ass if I spent it on anything else other than my family. I MEAN I wanted to treat them too, of course, but I won’t deny that there’s an underlying reason for me buying the food as well. Welcome to a firstborn’s life in the Philippines (and in Asia, tbh).

Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk? My mom has been tipsy, but not drunk. My dad never lets himself get swayed by alcohol. He’ll still get a single bottle of beer, but I’ve never seen his demeanor change.

How expensive is too expensive for a pair of jeans? Anything above P7,000 or P7,500, maybe.

After seeing a movie, do you go to a site to enter a review about it? Nah, I’m not the Letterboxd type of person. I’ll sometimes tweet about a movie, but only if I found it good or intriguing enough.

Have you ever done that? No. I’m not the best movie reviewer, so even though I’m aware of Letterboxd’s or IMDb’s appeal I’ve always been too shy to share my thoughts or ratings just in case someone ends up criticsplaining a movie to me.

Would you consider McDonald's a restaurant? I know what route this question is getting to but I’m too tired to defend my thought process, so suffice it to say I love McDonald’s, lol.

Do your parents vote? LOL my mom only started doing so again when I registered - before 2016, she cast her last vote back in 1992. Of course, her opinions were wrong for both the presidential (2016) and senatorial elections (2019) haha.

My dad does not vote and he stopped giving a shit about Philippine politics when he started working abroad 20 years ago and increasingly spent more time overseas than he does in his home country. Which, honestly, as sad and bad as it sounds, I totally understand. He’s completely detached from the goings-on in our country that to make him vote would be just as useful as letting him purely guess his choices.

Are there any creepy pictures up on the walls of your house? We’ve never gotten such a comment before, so no.

What's the last thing you were excited to eat? The pizzas I bought tonightttttt :> I got truffle and mushroom pizza and quattro formaggi pizzas and they were from Motorino, this fancy (and pricey) place I used to go on dates in that I haven’t visited so long.

It’s hilarious because I didn’t even plan on buying any food today as I’m stingy with money...but in my shift today I was tasked to order food bundles for certain media partners we regularly collaborate with. I kept ordering all these fucking pizzas for people I don’t even know and I got so jealous???? So I ended up buying for myself at the end of the day HAHAHAH

Do you ever hit electronics if they don't work? I smack them against a surface, but I rarely hit them with my own hand.

Who’s the most romantic person you ever went out with? I’ve only gone out with one person and, her toxic traits aside, I highly doubt any future prospect would ever come remotely close to her.

Is there anything hanging from the ceiling in your room? My bedroom light.

How would you react if your best friend was pregnant/got someone pregnant? She’s not planning on having a kid any time soon so I would assume it happened by accident, and I would assume she would be in distress. That said, my instinct would be to be there for her and support her in whatever she does moving forward.

Do you know who Lisa Simpson is? Sure thing, she’s my favorite.

Have you ever had a crush on the last person you spoke to online? No. I’ve never even met her.

Have you ever seen the last person you hugged dressed up fancy? Sure, my grandma dresses up for parties and other formal events.

(If your parents married), Do you know where they got engaged? No. My dad didn’t even pop the question; at some point they just sat each other down, had a long talk, and decided they’d get engaged. Idk where it happened though. Maybe while on a date somewhere?

What color was the last cup you drank out of? Copper.

What was the last picture you printed of? I honestly can’t tell you. I’ve printed a number of documents for various adulting tasks lately, but I don’t know the last time I specifically printed out a photo.

What restaurant has the best fries? I’d have to go with Army Navy. Or if we’re going with fast food, Jollibee.

What does your mailbox look like? We don’t have one. Messengers just insert envelopes through our screen door.

Have you ever gotten something stuck on the roof? We have a rooftop, so that’s never been a problem for us.

Have you ever had a surprise party thrown for you? No. I don’t think I’ve ever been that important for anyone.

Is the room you're in organized? It can do with some fixing, but it’s not terrible.

Would your mom make a good president? She’d be the most organized, neurotic, and punctual president in the history of presidents, but I doubt she’d be of help in conflict resolution or law-making, or any decision-making aspects that go with being president.

The 2nd class you had last time you went to school: ever skipped it? I don’t think I ever skipped that class in the short time I took it before Covid took over.

Do your aunts and uncles have kids? Yeah, nearly everyone does.

Is this survey interesting so far? I liked it.

Do you say fancy or formal? Or something else? Depends on the context. I use both as I think they have different connotations anyway.

Does your English teacher have kids? The last English professor I had doesn’t.

Does your computer make a lot of noise? The fan whirs when the laptop gets too busy. The noise is definitely noticeable considering how quiet my laptop is 98% of the time; but I wouldn’t call it bothersome.

Do you see movies at home or in the theatre more? Home. I watch at the cinema like, a maximum of 5 times a year.

What's your favorite thing to eat during a movie? Potato Corner fries. Non-negotiable.

#survey #surveys

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putthison · 7 years ago

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Digging in the Crates: Talking with Brian Davis of Wooden Sleepers

Wooden Sleepers is the kind of store I wish was near me. Brian Davis, the shop’s founder, has been around the menswear scene forever, but first opened his shop seven years ago on Etsy. Back then, he just had simple listings for his vintage finds, which ranged from classic Americana to workwear to Ivy Style items. A few years later, he opened a brick-and-mortar shop in Brooklyn, which has been since become a destination spot for men’s style enthusiasts. Japanese menswear magazines such as Free & Easy have featured the store; GQ called it the best new vintage menswear shop in NYC.

When Brian opened his brick-and-mortar, he took down his online web shop in order to focus on his physical location. Carefully setting up the interior decor and presentation was a lot of work, too much to also include shooting photos and selling online. Now that Wooden Sleepers is more established, however, they’ve jumped back on the internet. This past month, they launched a fully dedicated online site (although inventory is still being added), and they’re been developing an in-house line of Wooden Sleepers totes, caps, and sweatshirts (we love all of it). They even shot a fall/ winter lookbook.

I recently sat down with Brian to talk about his store, his history with vintage clothing, and his style suggestions for guys who are are looking to incorporate a bit of vintage into their wardrobe.

Tell us about how you got into vintage clothing and how you started Wooden Sleepers.

I grew up on the east end of Long Island, skateboarding and listening to punk and hip-hop music. I lived with my grandparents at the time, a long way from any of the shopping malls. Buying second-hand clothes from local church shops was a way for me to rebel against the Abercrombie & Fitch crowd -- this was around the early- to mid-90s, when A&F was big. Looking back, a lot of the stuff I used to rummage through would later influence my taste in clothes as an adult – seersucker suits, oil-stained mechanic jackets, vintage Levi’s, etc.

Fast forward to 2010, I was working a corporate job and wanted a creative outlet. My girlfriend at the time, now my wife, encouraged me to set up my own clothing shop. This was when heritage and Americana were huge online. There were sites such as A Continuous Lean, Valet, and Put This On; New York City had the Pop-Up Flea; Etsy was just getting started, but was still a fairly unknown thing. So I started listing stuff online for my thrifted finds. We launched on Etsy in 2010 and then opened a brick-and-mortar in 2014.

That’s surprising because, right around that time, many brick-and-mortars started struggling. Do you find it difficult to do a brick-and-mortar business in NYC nowadays?

The New York Times had a story not too long ago about Bleecker Street, a big commercial area here with global brands such as Marc Jacobs and Ralph Lauren. At some point, the landlords got greedy and raised rents, and now all those businesses have had to move out. Maybe they could have afforded the rents, but it probably didn’t make sense given the amount of business they were getting from the area. And now, when you walk down Bleecker Street, there are a ton of empty storefronts.

My goal as a business was never about being part of that world. When I was looking for a shop space, I was looking for a place with a thriving community of small businesses. We found that in Red Hook in Brooklyn. Our street is very much orientated around mom-and-pop businesses, with great restaurants and small shops. We’ve actually seen our business grow year after year.

But many small NYC clothing stores have closed – Gentry, French Garment Cleaners, Carson Street Clothiers. It’s not just big brands that are struggling, it seems like it’s everyone. People are so used to comparison-shopping online, they’ll find the cheapest price possible for any given item. Do you feel you’ve been able to escape this as a vintage clothing store?

I think so. Although you can still comparison shop with vintage clothes, nothing is ever going to be the same exact piece. If you find something and it’s “the one,” you may never see it again. Sometimes there are idiosyncratic details or nuances that make it just right.

I also think we’re lucky to have a community that supports us. As a consumer myself, I try to support local and small businesses because I know those companies can easily disappear. And that’s not great for the neighborhood. We have many customers outside of NYC, but we’re also lucky to have lots of guys in the neighborhood that enjoy shopping with us. And they’re guys who aren’t going to get on the computer to see if they can find something for ten bucks cheaper.

How do you get your stuff?

No two days are the same. There are wholesale places that sell bales of vintage clothing. So, you go and buy these dirt-cheap lots, sorted by types of clothes – sweatshirts, t-shirts, jeans, etc. But you have to buy so much junk order to get a few gems. That’s how you get these huge vintage stores with a ton of inventory, with racks and racks of stuff.

Our business model is the exact opposite of that. We have a very small store, which forces us to edit. I only want the gems. Which means I have to go out and source things myself, often piece-by-piece. That can mean anything from crawling around an attic to get vintage chore coats to digging around an estate sale. Sometimes I’ll follow a lead I read about; sometimes I network with other pickers around the country. The key is to always be sourcing because out of ten leads, only a few will be good.

You network with other vintage sellers?

Yea, it helps to have people out there who can tell you when they’ve found something, but aren’t in your specific market. I once met an antiques dealer at a flea market who had a stack of old work clothes. I bought the jackets and told him I had a vintage clothing store in Brooklyn. So, we traded info.

A few weeks later, he called me out of the blue and told me he found an old, boarded up mom-and-pop shoe store in Ohio that has been closed since the 1970s. Inside were hundreds of deadstock boots. He wanted to know if I was interested in buying them.

I was skeptical at first since sometimes things are deadstock for a reason – maybe they’re in odd sizes, for example – but he promised they had a good size range and everything was in great condition. So, I told him I was interested. He ended up driving all the way to NYC from Ohio and we met up at my store at midnight. I bought 150 pairs of boots from his inventory. Had shoeboxes going up to the ceiling that night.

I’m surprised those things still happen. I can imagine finding up an old boarded-up place with deadstock items in the ‘80s, but with the internet, it feels like anyone can offload stuff online.

I’m as surprised as you are, but those pickers still exist. From a business perspective, you’re getting the best margin. You’re getting stuff that people think is garbage, so you’re getting it for the lowest price, and then you’re able to find specialty collectors or buyers. It takes a ton of work. These people are often waking up at 3am just to find things, driving around searching for old stores, looking for hidden gems. It takes a certain kind of person.

Do you ever get people coming in off the street with an unusual find for sale?

Not yet, but I once got a call from Richard Press, the former President of J. Press. It was great because I’ve always been a huge fan of the company. He helped broker a sale where I was able to get a bunch of stuff that was in the personal collection of a former J. Press tailor. One that had worked for the company from about the 1960s to the ‘80s. In the collection, there were hundreds of ties, sport coats, trousers, and deadstock shirts. It was so great to see Richard’s face light up, to see how excited he got about clothes. I feel like it’s so easy to get jaded about things, especially in the fashion industry, but Richard had this youthful excitement about him when he saw old things from his family’s store. It was really special.

Are there things you’ve picked up along the way that you’ve decided to keep it yourself?

Well, I always want to give my customers the first crack. I’ve always hated those vintage stores that dangle the best stuff from the ceiling, but only for decoration. That said, I’m an outerwear nut and NYC winters can be brutal, so I was pretty excited to get a Brown’s Beach jacket to go along with the vest. The jackets are rarer than the vest, and I was lucky to find one that fits. My 1940s USN deck jacket is also a favorite. Mine is olive; the navy one is a bit of a unicorn.

A lot of the stuff I wear, however, isn’t that rare. I like madras shirts, old Brooks Brothers button-downs. I like cut-off military khakis, vintage military jungle jackets. Anything from that ‘60s and ‘70s Vietnam War era, in the OG-107 cloth. Some of those vintage military fabrics were made from a cotton-poly blend, especially in the later years, but the earlier stuff was often pure cotton. That’s the stuff you want because it ages in a really nice way.

As a guy who cleans and repairs things for his store, do you have any tips on how to clean vintage clothing?

A lot of it is common sense. Cotton things can be thrown into the wash; wool items will often need to be hand-washed or dry cleaned. A lot of what I buy is vintage workwear, so they’re things that have been through a lot – a washing machine isn’t going to hurt them. There are some things I leave behind because they’re too raggedy, but there’s a lot you can save with a bit of mending and cleaning.

If you find a vintage item with a musty smell, you can also spray it with a 50/ 50 mix of white vinegar and water. It helps freshen it up a bit. The vinegar smell goes away, and with it, it takes out some of the smell you occasionally find in vintage clothes.

For readers who are interested in trying out vintage clothing, do you think there are some pieces that are easier to wear than others?

Definitely, go with the classics. A French chore coat or a Levi’s trucker jacket. Unless you’re shopping at the very high-end of the market, buying brands such as The Real McCoys or RRL, you can often get a vintage piece that’s cheaper and cooler than more mainstream items. Even a Levi’s trucker jacket from the 1980s is going to look better than a mainline Levi’s jacket in the same style, but new.

I also really like getting guys into bigger pants. The pendulum has swung so far into the slim-fit trend that guys can feel like it’s a revelation when they wear something fuller. Maybe a pair of fatigues isn’t right for the office, but they’re great for the weekend. For spring and summer, you can wear them with simple, canvas sneakers, such as Jack Purcells or Chuck Taylors. For fall, they look great with brown, plain-toe service boots. For me, the key to wearing fuller pants is that you don’t want a break. Otherwise, they can look really messy. If you roll them up a little, you get a fuller cut without any of the bagginess.

M-65 military jackets are also really easy to wear. 1950s and ‘60s military issue khakis. Denim chore coats. Especially with chore coats, if you’re not a connoisseur, you’re not going to care if a piece is from the ‘40s or ‘50s or ‘60s. The look is the same, which means you can come up on something that looks great, but is reasonably affordable. Again, they go great with jeans, sweatshirts, and heavy boots. They can fit a bit roomy, but I think that’s the charm.

I know what you mean. Sometimes when the fit is too precise, especially with workwear, an outfit can seem too precious. Ethan Newton once told me how he likes vintage leather jackets because they fit in idiosyncratic ways – which is just another way of saying they don’t fit perfectly. I think that can be good with certain looks.

I agree. We’ve spent so much time talking about effortless style, but sometimes guys get too worked up over details. Just put on the jacket and wear it. A lot of this is much simpler than sometimes it’s presented online. It goes back to the first day of school and wearing a jacket that makes you excited, a jacket that makes you feel cool. It can be about a feeling.

Thanks for your time, Brian.

Readers interested in Wooden Sleepers can visit them in Red Hook, Brooklyn or shop from their new online store. They’re also on Instagram and Twitter, where you can keep up with their daily happenings.

#Wooden Sleepers #New York City #Thrifting

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imaginekpoplikethis · 7 years ago

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Even If You Hate Me - Jeon Jungkook X Reader

I missed writing about Jungkook.

I may or may not make a second part to this depending if anyone even wants to read a second part. I don’t know, I felt like writing a somewhat sad story and this is what I managed to come up with.

Fun fact: this idea popped out of nowhere when I was sitting in mass with my school listening to hymns lol.

Anyway, I hope you find this as interesting to read as I intended.

Part 1 - Here Part 2 - Final

Singing on stage was your current life. You practised day and night to provide music for the fans you adored with all your heart. Without them you had no doubt in your mind you would not be where you currently are now.

You knew you were not the best singer but you certainly were not the worst. What drew people towards you and your music was more so your personality and charisma. They could see that you loved doing what you were doing and that was enough. You were not majorly popular but also not unrecognised. You had enough fans to sell out tickets within a few days which was saying something.

Standing backstage before one of the biggest concerts you had ever held was nerve racking. You believed it never would cease to be nerve wracking. A feeling of nausea accompanied the nervousness as usual. In fact, you had been feeling quite off for the past week though you brushed it off. This time, however, the nausea was somewhat stronger with a strong hint of dizziness. Taking in deep breaths, you stood to the sides in the shadows, attempting to hide your uneasiness.

“What’s wrong?”

The voice came from none other than your good friend, Jungkook. You had met him when you were still in college. You had both aspired to become singers and because you shared the same passion, you hit it off just like that. His career took off slightly before yours and so he was more experienced which was why he was your go to person in times of inspiration and advice.

“N-nothing. Just nervous.”

He didn’t look entirely convinced and reached a hand out towards you, placing the back of it on your forehead.

“You’re burning up! Maybe you should take five minutes to relax. I’ve got a bad fe-“

Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, your manager slapped a hand onto your shoulder, urging you forward.

“Come on, it’s time to start. Do your best!”

Jungkook’s hand unwillingly fell from your forehead and you could hear his protests along with your managers attempt to reassure him that you were fine.

Such was the life of a singer. If you couldn’t handle the pressure, were you really cut out for this sort of life? That’s the motto that had been drilled into your mind for the past several years and it was one you would continue to live by as long as you could.

Y/N was pouring her all into her performance. It was one that did not require any drastic movements. Actually, it required little to no movement at all. Her appearance perfectly matched the somewhat slow song she was singing to her fans, who all waved their light sticks in sync. Normally, she would stay away from concepts that would tend to present a melancholy atmosphere but this time around she had insisted on writing such a song, to everyone’s immense surprise.

Jeon Jungkook stood to the side of the stage, taking in the beautiful sight of an artist connecting with their audience through music. It never failed to amaze him and it was precisely the reason why he too decided to pursue music as a career. As of this moment, he was present at his long time friends concert for moral support.

Absentmindedly smiling to himself, he readied himself for the long note that was sure to come within the next few seconds. He was familiar with the song having spent late nights working on it with Y/N. The moment came for said note and she held it with such grace that he felt an overwhelming sense of pride fill him. Just like the practices he had spent with her, she perfected it. However, as soon as the note came to an end, so did her singing. Confusion tumbled over him. He knew what line was supposed to come next yet what left her lips was not what they had rehearsed.

“I-I’m sorry... so, so sorry but I- I think...-“

There was shouting coming from behind him, a couple of technicians giving directions that came straight from her manager.

“Somebody stop her! Cut the mic!”

“-this might be my last song...”

His heart skipped a beat with every stutter that left her. The microphone soon slipped from her grip and landed with a thud on the floor, a high pitched screeching sound escaping the fallen microphone and being blared out through the giant speakers situated around the venue.

Hands flew up to ears, attempting to block out the unbearable sound and that’s when Jungkook realised what was happening. He watched in horror as your legs gave up on you and you dropped to the floor, seemingly unconscious. At this point, the mic had been cut off, killing all sound in the hall. There was a short moment of silence before someone screamed your name and the venue erupted into shouts. He was the first to dash out onto stage, throwing himself down next to you and grabbing your torso.

“Hey! Hey, are you alright? Wake up. Please, wake up.”

His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Not getting a response, he pulled you onto his lap, though with much effort and pushed your hair away from your face. He was joined by backstage staff who began to press cold cloths to your face and prepare to take you off stage. He heard a distant shout of ‘dim the lights’ and began to help carry you off stage.

What just happened?

After the disastrous incident, you were rushed to the hospital where an emergency scan would take place. Your fans had left the venue in shock whilst everyone worked to end the concert early. Jungkook joined you at the hospital, staying put outside your room.

“I told you there was something wrong and you refused to listen to me...” In all the time he had been there it was the first time he spoke to your manager with a tone that could only be described as deathly calm. Your manager looked up from the ground to stare at Jungkook with guilty eyes.

“I... I didn’t think it was that bad. She said she hadn’t been feeling a hundred percent the past week but I just kind of dismissed it. I thought she would be fine...”

Jungkook clenched his fists, struggling to keep his anger at bay.

“Well she isn’t fine! She’s in hospital and all because you couldn’t be bothered to check if she was in need of a check up! A week went by where she was hurting, struggling to get through the days and you ignored her words...” His shout had lowered down to a whisper by the end of his rant and your manager sat speechless.

A doctor emerged from your hospital room, silently closing the door and turning to look towards the two other people present in the corridor.

“We performed an electrocardiogram to record the rhythm and activity of her heart. We’ve concluded that Miss Y/L/N has ventricular tachycardia from her abnormally fast heart rhythm. She’s extremely lucky to have been brought in before it progressed to ventricular fibrillation. Looking at her records it doesn’t seem like she has any heart problems... does she perhaps consume an excessive amount of alcohol?”

Your manager answered without missing a beat.

“No, she very rarely drinks.”

“How about caffeine?”

This time, his eyes widened drastically before he answered.

“Y-yes, she drinks quite a lot of caffeine. She claims she needs it to get through the day.”

“What’s her daily schedule like, if I may ask?”

He nodded his head before glancing back down at the floor.

“She either doesn’t sleep or wakes up extremely early to fit in exercise and practices. She drinks quite a lot of caffeine to keep herself going throughout the day, though I’m not exactly sure how much.”

The doctor nodded in understanding before he clicked a pen and scrawled down some notes in a notepad.

“It’s very rare that an excessive caffeine consumption would cause ventricular tachycardia but paired with quite a bit of exercise makes it much more likely. The symptoms include, dizziness, fainting, chest pains, shortness of breath and fatigue. Did she display or mention such symptoms?”

Jungkook glared at your manager when the doctor asked his question.

“She mentioned she had been feeling dizzy. Actually, I noticed she would hold a hand to her chest a lot and take deep breaths but I didn’t think much of it.”

Jungkook’s anger resurfaced and he forced himself to turn away in case he done something he was sure he would regret. The doctor took more notes before he put his notepad and pen away.

“She will have to undergo radiofrequency ablation. An electrical current will destroy any abnormal tissues causing her heart to beat incorrectly. After that she will have to remain in hospital for around two weeks until we deem her healthy if she wishes to leave then she may but will have to rest at home and stay away from caffeine and ideally exercise. If you want to go in and see her, now is the time.”

“I understand. Thank you so much.”

The doctor smiled slightly before bidding farewell and taking his leave.

“Jungkook, you should go in. I... I don’t think I deserve to see her right now.”

Jungkook said nothing. There was nothing to say. He wouldn’t bother trying to console your manager, he didn’t deserve that either. Instead Jungkook rose from his seat and silently entered the room.

You were sleeping.

That was the first thing he noticed when he stepped further into the room. He didn’t know if he expected you to be awake, smiling at him with tired eyes. Perhaps that was too much to ask. Thankfully, your life wasn’t in danger. You had narrowly missed that road.

Jungkook made his way to the table and chairs situated to the side of the room, grabbing one of said chairs and moving it towards your bed. Sitting facing the back of the chair, he simply stared at your resting figure. By now, it was late at night. He supposed he had been waiting for at least three hours in the corridor. Time had flew by though, worry eating him from the inside out. He blamed your manager for not noticing your sick state but he was just as bad. He had seen you plenty of times throughout the week and not once did he think to ask if you were okay. He assumed the smiles you would give him were enough and that’s where he went wrong.

“When I think of it, this is my fault isn’t it? I encouraged this. I pushed you to work this hard. If I hadn’t gotten involved in your life, if I had just stayed in my lane, I wouldn’t be sitting here and you wouldn’t be laying in a hospital bed...”

He could feel tears brimming at his eyes. He didn’t want to cry but when one of the few important people in his life were put at risk, what else could he do?

“I should just step back shouldn’t I...?”

Of course you wouldn’t answer, you were sleeping peacefully, probably having the best sleep you have had in weeks, maybe even months. Jungkook let out a shaky sigh, reaching a hand out towards one of your own. He traced your knuckles with a finger, not having the confidence to look you in the face anymore despite the fact you were not awake.

“I should step back... but I can’t. I don’t want to leave you by yourself. Actually, I don’t want you to leave me by myself. I may have family and friends surrounding me but if you left me... I don’t know what I would do.”

He smiled solemnly to himself, heart thumping painfully in his chest.

“Even if you don’t feel the same way I do, I would still stay by your side. Seeing you smile is enough for me. Even if you hated me, I still wouldn’t mind as long as you pay me some attention.”

The light from the moon highlighted the thin streaks running down his face which he quickly wiped away, suddenly embarrassed.

“I guess it’s true that love makes us act in crazy ways.”

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Hello! I was wondering how to be successful and get followers on Patreon like you? I’ve had my Patreon for like about a couple months now and so far I don’t have any followers at all like should I give it more time or maybe improve on my art more? Also I’m sorry about asking you this I know it’s pathetic, but I’ve been trying on twitter and insta but I feel like I’m getting no where and if it feels uncomfortable or dumb to answer you don’t have to!! 😖

So I thought really hard about how to answer this, and I hope you don’t mind answering publicly because I’ve been asked similar in the past as well.

Got a bit long, so beneath a cut.

First off, please don’t think you’re pathetic. It’s hard, making art is hard, getting people to like art is harder, getting people to do anything with the art like reblog or comment is even harder, and getting people to PAY actually money is even harder than that. It’s easy to compare yourself to other creators and get frustrated, TRUST ME I do it constantly ^ ^; But since you asked me so sincerely, here’s my best attempt at giving you what I hope may be a useful answer/some insight into my own choices for how I feel about running Patreon.

Tbh, I honestly don’t think I’m the best person to answer about a “successful” Patreon as I too have had mine for less than half a year. I can hardly call it stable, and I’m constantly experimenting and adjusting things. There are also many, MANY other artists much more successful than I am, depending on what your scale is for “success” which I think really varies per person ^ ^;;;

I also feel that the way someone runs a Patreon and what it means to them (full time job, part time job, hobby, or just a donation option on the side for potential supporters) is also really important in determining what “success” is. I feel that the way I currently run my Patreon is, to be honest, not possible for anyone who has any other obligations/jobs. I usually draw an average 12-16 hours a day (balancing crash and burn comatose days with no sleep days), 7 days a week, lucky to have one day off in a month (and the times I can’t do that, like this month, I’ll provide alternative rewards). As a result I can usually churn out content daily, sometimes multiple times daily (unless the project is major). Just time investment-wise, this amount of content would not be feasible for anyone with other obligations, and it has nothing to do with skill (though pouring this much time into art hopefully means that I’m gaining some skill in the process ^ ^;)

I’ve mentioned this before when someone asked to compare Ko-Fi and Patreon, but I think for some creators, they’re treated very similarly as just a way for fans to financially support them, and Patreon is more stable and a monthly subscription, whereas Ko-Fi has less fees (at least prior to the new changes). And I think that’s a wonderful way for people to use Patreon, if that’s how they want! But I’ve also observed many creators who are FAR more famous than I am make significantly less than me, because their main content/merchandise is available elsewhere, and Patreon is just an alternative means of donation for people who want to do more. It is not uncommon at all for some Patreon creators to only post once a month or less, and sometimes, that’s enough for people to become patrons, because they’re here to support the creator, not get special content.

I personally feel that my own art/content/reputation whatever isn’t deserving of just donation support unless I’m giving back at least equivalent value in exclusive content made through solid work, heck I wouldn’t donate to myself lol. (Hence the running myself to the ground monthly whoops >.>;) To compare, while I got a bit more when I first started/was actively advertising it, nowadays I’m lucky to get one coffee through Ko-Fi every few months ^ ^; And y’know what that’s okay, I’m actually personally more comfortable giving back with Patreon, though of course my Ko-Fi is still available for donations if people feel they want to give.

I also think there’s also a difference between asking for strategies on how to get your already existing followers on public social media to become patrons, and how to increase your public fanbase consuming your free media in general. Currently, around 2% of my tumblr followers are my patrons on Patreon, which is honestly WAY WAY WAY more than I ever dreamed possible. There’s a lot out there to spend your money on, money’s tight for a lot of people, and people are used to receiving free creator content so it’s hard to convince people that of all the potential wonderful creator causes to support, YOU should be one of them. And I get it, and I’m humbled by the people who come by to my Patreon ;_;

For me, the way I try to sell myself is by creating consistent, constant, hyper-specific content. I KNOW I have a super niche fanbase, and I’m specifically targeting y’all, because that’s what I personally enjoy but also because I like offering something different. I think that even within just drawing YOI, drawing for popular ships is obviously going to appeal to a LOT more people, I KNOW this. But at the same time, a lot of other creators will be providing similar content so there’s more competition. Now, if you want Yuuri-centric multi-shipping, poly-shipping, rare pairs, constant moreTPs, A/B/O, mpreg, world-building, and OC babies all combined, there’s slightly fewer people who offer that, and I’m one of those people ^ ^;

Also, posting a significant amount of content that isn’t available publicly. For me, the big breakthrough was the NSFW. I didn’t initially mean to draw this much NSFW, but apparently people want to see it, and I enjoy drawing it (as mild as my comfort zones tend to be), and if it lures people on, maybe I can get them to enjoy my other content too ^ ^; But let’s be fully honest, the vast majority of my patrons probably joined so they could see the porn, which I’ve been very clear will never be public. And again, given how rare my ships are and how specific my AU content is, if you want to see this stuff, you’re not gonna be getting it anywhere else so come take a look–is sorta how I hope I’m selling it? ^ ^;

As for how you know when you’re ready? I again think that depends on you. I’ve had people asking me to open a Patreon since it became an option, but I didn’t think I personally was creating the type of content I’d be comfortable taking money for. I didn’t think I was ready when I was in BH6, and I didn’t think I was ready when I was in SW either. But during all of these fandoms, one thing that I WAS training myself to do was post constantly, consistently, rarely if ever taking a break, and if I didn’t post one week, it was because I was planning something major. That ramped up even more for YOI, and it was only after creating like this for years and getting to the point where I needed a form of income through art or stop pouring so much time into it that I decided to try Patreon, already having proven to myself that I can maintain creating constant content. This is for me, and again I went into it hoping to make it full time. You may not need to post as rigorously for your purposes, and that’s fine too. And maybe for you, just making your Patreon and slowly growing your fanbase from there is the right way. We’re different people and different artists so it’s completely understandable if your path is very different from mine ^ ^;

Sorry this got long and may not have provided a direct answer, but I hope it was a helpful reference in some way ^ ^;

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