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letsperaltiago · 5 years ago

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We’ll sweep out the ashes in the morning |CHAPTER 2|

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CHAPTER 2: I say we don't know what comes 'cause that's on the way

“I’m home,” Jake called out as per routine as soon as he set a foot inside the walls of his home as the clock stroke 8 PM. The winter darkness had swallowed New York whole multiple hours ago, and the dwelling feeling of this specific day being that longest in a while was stuck in Jake’s tired, cold bones. Yes, today had felt torturously long, but it wasn’t because of the dark season (a national depression and whatnot) or the fact that he’d been out the door for 12 hours by now. No, all day long it’d felt like his phone and hands were constantly burning in what was clearly a move with the intention of provoking him. His body wanted to text Amy so bad; the faster he did that, the sooner he’d (hopefully) get to see her again. Yet he managed to refrain from doing so, figuring that Amy Santiago wouldn’t give anyone or anything but her job the time of day during official work hours.

Next thing he knew and before his thoughts could carry him elsewhere, the sound of a few light steps approached from the living room. Meanwhile he shrugged off his coat to abandon it on its designated hanger; right next to hers and above the already kicked off shoes.

“Hey,” he heard a warm voice welcome his eyes to switch in the direction of its owner. Here they met a pair of beautiful, welcoming brown irises. Not Amy’s warm brown irises though, he caught himself thinking… This was so wrong.

Immediately upon realising the betrayal his mind had just presented to him, Jake Peralta felt his heart skip a beat - the guilty kind - along with his gut dropping. It was indeed very wrong (even a rule he’d say) to compare ones current girlfriend, who was currently leaning against the doorframe connecting the living room to the entree, to an old friend slash colleague. Especially when you’d only talked to said old colleague for 3 minutes the very same morning. Her leaning hip elegantly as ever nudged the rest of her figure out of her resting position with his direction as target. “How was your day? It’s kinda late and I was getting worried about you.” Slender hands slid onto his waist as if they were making their way back home, reminding Jake of the fact that there was indeed nothing to worry about. Not when the incredibly stunning and smart Sophia Perez was gripping onto his knitted sweater in order to keep him in place for a welcoming kiss to his purple, frozen lips.

“Sorry,” barely made it out against her lips. Pulling away was his next move. “I had a perp that didn’t exactly feel like confessing, so I had to stay in order to get him to talk. He was not a fan.”

“Always the hero, huh?” Sophia smiled cheekily before turning back around prior to walking back to whatever she’d been doing before he walked in. “I had to bring home an important case that’s due tomorrow, so I’m working on that and already ate… But I made sure to keep a portion of dinner for you. It’s ready to be put in the microwave.” Then she disappeared back into the living room.

“Thank you,” was all there was left for him to call out after her, before making his way to their kitchen. ‘Their kitchen’ was still such a weird concept to Jake; sure they’d been together for 4 years now and had lived together for almost two, but sharing his home with another person still seemed surreal to him. This was of course nothing personal against Sophia, but it’d taken Jake a while to get comfortable enough with the idea of sharing a home with a romantic partner - hence why it’d taken Sophia two years to convince him of the fact that his apartment was a hazardous climate and that sharing the bills in two would ease their respective economies. All that aside, they now shared a quite nice apartment not too far from the 99th precinct and once again there was actual food on the table instead of his usual ‘chocolate milk with whatever cereal was in his cupboard that day’-combo. Not that he expected Sophia to cook or do anything for him… It was more a case of Sophia not really letting him, because she was afraid of him messing up, which to Jake himself seemed to be a fair judgement of character. What a chaos it would’ve been if he’d ended up with someone who couldn’t cook.

Whilst waiting for his food to be heated by the microwave as it quietly purred in the background, Jake suddenly realised he’d actually managed to forget about the burning phone in his pocket. For approximately three minutes. Nice. Without any further hesitation he grabbed the device from the right front pocket of his jeans and swiped it open before immediately clicking the green ‘contacts’ button; dear God, he hoped he still had her number. If not, he’d probably kill- Oh wait, there it was. Jake instantly felt his heart settle again. Yet just as quickly as it had settled, his veins started pumping and of course his heart followed behind, racing again just as his shaky thumb clicked her name then ‘send message’.

Elsewhere, still in her old apartment, Amy Santiago heard her phone give off a rumbling sound that was too loud to ignore. A sigh escaped her otherwise relaxed body in frustration caused by the fact that she’d forgotten to take her phone off vibrate. Trying to fight the global phone-addiction, she liked her evenings undisturbed and preferably without unnecessary use of any gadgets. Though she had to admit that this interruption was no one else but her own fault; and Jake Peralta’s, she mentally added shortly after having put down her book and pushed herself off the couch to check on whoever was trying to reach her after 8 PM. A small, some would say guilty even, grin let its presence be known at the sight before her. Of course it was him; who else?

Jake Peralta: Didnt have ur email saved in my contacts. Sorry:(

Creative, funny enough for her to breath out a chuckle. Even though it was just a few words, Amy had to admit that she was pleasantly surprised by how unquestionably their dynamic fell back into place; something she’d lacked ever since her transfer.

Amy Santiago: I’ll let it slide this one time.

Waiting, staring at the three taunting dots, holding her breath.

Jake Peralta: cool cool cool. so i was thinkin saturday. shaw’s. 8 pm. cool?

Jake’s lack of upper case letters was a mess, which could only cause Amy to feel physically uncomfortable. She was just about to allow herself to comment on it; had he not gone to school? Though she refrained and thus it was quickly replaced by more important matters such as verifying her neatly structured calendar. It would be a lie though, if she claimed to not have made a mental note; Jake really needed to step up his texting game and formal requirements. Simply the thought of his supposed, messy work mails caused yet another shudder, whilst her fingers directed the conversation in a completely different direction.

Amy Santiago: Just checked my calendar and we’re in the clear. Saturday at 8 it is. Hope you’ve gotten better at pool.

In his comfortable spot on his and Sophia’s couch as yet another episode of Queer Eye introduced itself, Jake tried to act if he wasn’t actually afraid of not getting a reply; as if he didn’t fear the fact that Amy had agreed to meet up just to be polite and get rid of him that very same morning. He tried to act as if that would be okay ‘cause it’s not like they meant more to each other than the average old friend slash colleague. People came and went; Jake knew that better than anyone. Though that didn’t mean that he was actually good at playing it off as okay - especially when ‘people’ could potentially be Amy Santiago. Mercifully, a buzz coming from the arm rest beside him drew his attention away from the warm dinner before him and spiralling thoughts. There was no questioning the fact that he did indeed reach for the buzzing device way too fast, but all that fell aside when the lock screen’s preview of the text caused his heart to swell with joy.

Jake Peralta: deal. and dont worry. i’ve been practicing. ur ass will be whooped by 9

A feeling of a potential catastrophe came rushing through his entire body as soon as his finger had pressed the ‘send’ button. Perhaps your third text in five years to an old friend shouldn’t include her ass; especially when you own ass was far from single and definitely had felt… emotions towards said old friend at some point in time. Fumbling fingers quickly typed out a desperate, probably pointless, redeem before yet again hitting ‘send’.

Jake Peralta: sorry!! that was really inappropriate!

“Fuck,” he furiously locked his phone, mad at himself, at the exact same time as the back of his head hit the back of his couch in defeat. Well, if she had no reason to back out before, she definitely had now. Billions of minutes went by (or so it felt) before another buzz drew the heavy head off the back of the couch in a quick snap. In a spur of moment it all very much felt like the pivotal moment of his entire life.

Amy Santiago: Title of your sex tape?

Oxygen once again poured right into his lungs, allowing his chest to open up and his breath to unhinge from the brief, horrid intermission. The widest smile in forever (compared to what, he didn’t exactly know) formed on his tired yet now very content face. Their relationship really hadn’t changed and apparently the student had become the teacher.

Though ‘Saturday at 8 PM’ had seemed lightyears away on that Wednesday, for both Jake and Amy, the weekend and day finally emerged. Unbeknownst to the opposite party, one was more nervous and excited than the other. They’d sent each other a few texts during those few days; small jokes, remarks and other whatnots without importance. Little did they know that every single notification made the other’s heart jump to their throats for just a nanosecond - every damn time.

Amy Santiago: I’m at Shaw’s. Got us two seats in the right corner booth. Where are you?

Jake Peralta: its only 7.48!.. whatever. shouldve known i never had a fighting chance. see ya in 10

Amy chuckled to herself after leaving her phone face down on the oh so familiar, wooden table. Seemingly out of nowhere, the strong familiarity of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks: Sitting in a booth at Shaw’s, the smoke from multiple lit cigarettes mixed with the smell of alcohol, waiting for an iconically late Jake, sipping on a cheap beer… If she hadn’t known any better, Amy could’ve sworn that she was back in 2014. There was no way she’d ever say it out loud, because that would mean actually acknowledging it, but she sometimes wished she actually was back in 2014. This would imply still working at the Nine-Nine and more importantly the fact that she’d get a second chance at choosing a different path for herself. A path that didn’t bring her away from what she’d forever consider her favourite work place and best friends; more precisely a path that didn’t bring her so far away from the possibility of getting closer to a certain idiot, sweet manchild. Sometimes she even caught herself redhanded thinking, daydreaming about what they could’ve possibly resulted in if she’d just stayed. If only she’d just stuck around long enough for her to realise that Teddy wasn’t a match and Jake possibly was… If not perfect then maybe at least better.

She must’ve been staring at the tip of her beer bottle for quite some time seeing that as soon as she allowed her eyes to leave it, she gazed right at a smiling Jake Peralta. Almost like he’d walked right out of her guilty daydream.

“7.59,” he briefly threw a glance at his phone, before putting it down on the table. “Nailed it.”

There was that stupid, racing heartbeat again, Amy thought to herself in the midst of trying to play it off with a welcoming smile and what she hoped was a smooth answer. “I’m impressed. Just for that? First drink is on me.” She pushed a second beer, unopened, in his direction. Prepared as always.

“First drink? Damn, Santiago,” he slid himself into the narrow booth and seated himself next to her. “Are you planning on getting me drunk?”

“Shut up.” Honestly? Yes. But she couldn’t admit to that so she settled for a classic eye roll. That at least always seemed to get her out of these kinds of situations, where she hopelessly needed to run from her secret wishes.

“Here’s to reunions and old friendships,” Jake raised his beer into the air, implicitly asking Amy to make this their little moment.

“I’ll drink to that,” Amy complied, clinking her bottle against his before taking a slurp.

Moving forward, flow of the conversation was smooth and seemed infinite. As a surprise to no one, they had a lot to catch up on and there was no sparing of details or sidetracks. The rabbit hole that was their five years apart was wide agape, and with alcohol added to the mix, there was no stopping them. Their phones never left their screen down positions on the table before them, and their eyes never left the other’s. This was continuously the case until they were both three drinks in and Jake’s phone suddenly pinged.

“Sorry. Just a sec,” the beer in his hand was replaced by his phone. “Must be Sophia asking where I am.”

Sophia. Amy mentally repeated the name, analysing it, trying to put it into a fitting context but alas failed. It must’ve shown on her face. She was never good at hiding her true emotions - especially confusion, where her frowning brows would always act as snitches.

“Oh, wait…” an almost regretful, nervous even, expression presented itself on Jake’s face. “You don’t know Sophia, right?” Why did he have a culpable feeling of not wanting her to either? Things were going so well. It might not have been morally right if so, but Jake couldn’t help but consider that an evening without mentioning Sophia would’ve been easier… He knew things with Amy could never head in certain directions, but he also knew that there would’ve been nothing illegal about forgetting about certain things for just a couple of hours, right? Temporarily allowing himself to forget that Amy had left, eliminating alternative fates for their relationship, thus leading him onto a path right into Sophia’s arms. Alas, it too late. There was no way around it, and Jake had to act like he didn’t absolutely loath the cards that were now clearly on the table. “I met Sophia about a year after you transferred to Major Crimes. She’s…” Jake interrupted himself by taking a finishing gulp of his now empty beer. “She’s great. We live together in an apartment near the Nine-Nine and we’re enga- she’s uh-… my fiancée.”

If he didn’t know any better, Jake could’ve sworn that his old friend’s otherwise golden brown eyes were suddenly eclipsed b a darker shade that he couldn’t quite recognise. All he knew was that it could compare to the way sinister thunderclouds would overtake a clear spring day.

“Oh, that’s…” He saw her struggle to form words, her dark eyes returning to the old habit of centralising on inanimate objects rather than people, whenever she needed a second to form her upcoming sentence. “That’s… amazing!” her eyes were redirected back to his, paired with a weirdly contrasting smile. “I’m so happy for you, Jake. You deserve that.”

If it wasn’t because he consciously forced himself to not overanalyse every single thing she said or did that evening, Jake would’ve been worried by this immediate switch of mood. Yet he let it be, acting as if everything was as it should be. “Thank you.” That was a start, Jake thought. “Yeah, I’m… very happy.” He begged to God that he sounded more convincing than he felt. Why was he feeling like this? He was far from unhappy with Sophia and there was no justifying his opposing thoughts nor his feelings.

“Good. That’s the most important, right?”

God, he hated that he loved the way she tilted her head, whenever she would ask a rhetorical question. “Of course… But uh- what about you? Got a lucky guy?” Though he was definitely tipsy by then, he was nowhere near drunk enough for this conversation. Just the fact that he felt the need to be drunk for this particular conversation was reason enough to get drunk.

“No,” she smiled. Not sadly, because Amy Santiago surely didn’t need a man. But maybe her smile was just unaccented enough to imply that she needed something. This alone gave Jake a devilish and false sense of consolation. False in the sense that it was so wrong. On the other hand he also suddenly feel the need to figure out what this something was. “It’s just me, myself and my job,” she added.

“Well,” a comforting smile countered hers. The last thing he wanted was for her to interpret his question as criticising or demeaning. On the contrary, he actually admired (and always had) her professional drive and independence. “That’s not a bad thing. I’ll have you know…” He pushed himself out of booth for the first time since he’d arrived two hours prior, earning himself a confused look frown from Amy. “… I’ll drink to you and your admirable devotion to your job. Beer?”

Amy couldn’t point out if it was caused by the change in the way the lamp’s warm light hit him now that he was standing up; or if it was caused by him taking off his hoodie before throwing it where he’d been sitting, only to reveal his iconic and flattering flannel; or if it was caused by the buzz in her head and heating cheeks that made her wish he would peel of the remaining layers of clothing. Whatever it was, Amy Santiago was frustrated, yet happy - that collision of feelings itself was extra frustrating. She needed to fight it off the deeply wrong and forbidden thoughts with something. “Shots?”

“Shots.” He concluded, checking for his wallet. “Definitely.”

When Jake came back with four tiny glasses of some clear liquid. Amy didn’t recognise that nor the taste, when she downed her first shot seconds later with Jake back by her side. They’d gulped down one each, followed by Jake explaining her what it was, but she didn’t care at this point. All she wanted was to get back on track and forget the pre-shots conversation about the future Mrs. Peralta.

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pixiespeaks · 3 years ago

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9.30

Sorry I haven’t posted in a little while. I’m mostly making a post today to provide updates and to write out some stuff so I don’t forget to bring it up to my therapist Tuesday.

I’m trying to work on my ADHD tendencies. Mainly the forgetfulness. But also the object permanence. I’ve started setting more reminders for myself on my phone so I don’t forget things. It’s been helpful for stuff that I would’ve probably written down and been like uh… but the downside is that it’s making me more reliable on checking my phone at weird periods of time.

I’ve also started implementing iOS 15’s focus feature. For Apple users my status will display to them as my having notifications muted. So they will know that if they message me, I’m not ignoring them. For android users, this means calls and notifications dnd. Which is ideal for me not getting interrupted during work hours. Because my main focus is on my job, and if I’m on the phone and my cellphone goes off I’ll get distracted by whoever is calling me. Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna talk to you, because I do. My brain is just going to get distracted by the message or the call and I won’t be able to give attention to my job, if I’m on emails, it’s fine. I can pause for a second if it’s a light day to answer or reply. Im also trying to remind myself to check my texts more frequently, so hopefully I won’t forget to reply to people.

Im also trying to come up with ways to help with the object permanence. The current idea I had is to designate a block of time on Thursdays or Friday to just call everyone and talk to them for a few minutes. So they know I’m thinking about them. Usually when the thought pops up, it’s late and I’m like I’ll call em tomorrow. Tomorrow rolls around and I’ve forgotten already. It’s an endless cycle of forgetting things I intend to do.

My normal day to day is a bit more weird than it has been. Mon-friday, Austin isn’t here during the day. So the house is extremely quiet and my only communication is the cats or my coworkers. I asked my therapist about how I can try to put myself out there more to make friends or try to strengthen my current friendships more because it’s hard for me to hang out with people because I work nights and I don’t have a single weekend day off and everyone else I know does. She recommended trying to make neurodivergent friends or go to some sort of meeting or get together either for ADHD peeps or like a hobby class and make friends through that. I have no clue how to talk to people anymore. The benefit of texting is I can give my brain time to come up with something to talk about or give my brain time to process what’s being said before I reply. It’s a bit more difficult in person lol, you could probably see the buffering symbol above my head while I’m trying to think. Meanwhile the other person is just staring at me like 😳 because I’m not saying anything or it’s awkward silence.

The closer the wedding gets the more I’m focused on trying to make sure I have everything for it. My appointment for my alterations is next Friday. I need to make my hair appointment soon. I gotta get my bridesmaid gifts done. I gotta finish buying the stuff for the wedding. I gotta get my accessories (shoes, whatever jewelry, whatever hair thing), I need to finalize the ceremony music and the reception music, we need to get our marriage stuff from the state, I need to figure out who can man a phone or a laptop to stream it, gotta get stuff for the bachelorette thing. Just a never ending list and I’m still staring at my fall decor like I DONT HAVE ENOUGH!!!!!1111.

I’m incredibly hyper focused on making sure everything is squared away with that, that I’m forgetting other stuff I have to do or should do. And I’m just like AAAAAAAAAAAAA. Like I’m sure there’s still stuff I’ve forgotten and then the wedding is gunna come and I’m gunna be like SHIT I FORGOT THIS THING FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I’m also panicking because the RSVP’s haven’t all rolled in. I sent out tons of invites and have only received a few responses. I’ve got until October 15th to get a total head count so I can give the final number to the caterer and I’m worried that people either won’t reply or just aren’t going to come.

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whimsicalwritingnthings · 7 years ago

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A Little Bit of Baggage

Warnings: some mild language

Summary: hii !! i dont really know how these requests work but could you write something for baekhyun (exo) where you have the same suitcases but didn’t look at the name tags before you leave the airport and so have to find a way to exchange again, youre also intrigued by their belongings.

Word Count: 1,998

A/N: I’m super excited to be writing again, and I apologize as I’m a bit rusty. Hopefully it turned out to your liking. I really had fun with this prompt and I wouldn’t mind making a second part if it’s received well. Please enjoy :)

The flight to Korea had been long. Much too long, and a bit uncomfortable considering the plane was packed with people traveling for the holidays. You yourself had also been traveling to visit friends and wanted nothing more than to be with them rather than stuck on a crowded plane. Any flight more than six or eight hours was bound to be exhausting, however some fussy children and a little more than irritated passengers made things a little more... interesting, for better words. However, listening to music and reading a good book proved to work as a good shield against both boredom and irritated travelers.

As soon as the flight landed the more impatient passengers began to rise from their seats, nudging each other a bit to get to their baggage from above. Quietly you sat, patiently waiting for everyone else to exit before grabbing your own bag and exiting the terminal. Navigating Incheon International wasn't too difficult, although it was much larger than the airport from your hometown. Customs was never fun. The long lines and tight-faced guards never helped either. It was easy to become intimidated and nervous. Although the line was long everything went smoothly, not having to wait too long.

After customs you texted your friend who was supposed to pick you up from the airport and made your way to the baggage carousel to wait for your luggage to come around the belt. It didn't take long for your sights to focus on a brown suitcase with darker brown trim in a vintage styled fashion. You quickly grabbed your bag and through the small cluster of people also trying to get their own belongings and walked hastily to the exit. You couldn't wait to relax, more importantly see your friend as well. You were especially excited because during your ventures overseas you were able to procure a special gift they had been wanting dearly -, however it was thought to be sold out worldwide... until you were able to swindle your way into getting one, that is.

Once you saw their car pulling up you waved furiously to get their attention. With a screech their car came to a halt at the curb and they hastily tumbled out of the car in order to welcome you back.

“____! It seems like it's been forever” they whined.

You groaned, “I know it's been too long...But you'll be pleased to know that someone really awesome was able to get you that thought-to-be sold out Genji figure,” you smiled deviously.

Their hands dropped from your sides, eyes wide and mouth hung open. After a moment they spoke softly, “Are you for real right now?”

You laughed, “Yes, but you'll have to wait because it's covered in all my clothes in my suitcase. For protection of course.” Quickly after that, they threw your luggage in the trunk and ushered you into the passengers seat.

The ride was pleasant and spent in good conversation, mostly catching up and talking about upcoming plans with their parents and so on. Tomorrow they were going to pick up their parents as well as finish some projects quickly which left you by yourself for most of they day in order to recover from jet-leg and relax a bit before the real plans started to take place. As you made you're way up to their apartment you were excited to give them their gift and also take a shower and take a nap.

Once inside you made yourself comfortable in a guest room you began to open up your suitcase in order to get a fresh pair of clothes. To your surprise – and horror – none of the clothes were familiar. A few pairs of boxers, some socks, shirts and pants, an extra pair of shoes much to large for your feet... A small panic began to set in. You started to flip some of the clothes, just in case, perhaps in the hopes that at least one familiar piece of clothing would show up, or even your friend's gift. But to your dismay, nothing showed up.

“Oh what the-” you exclaimed to yourself in disbelief at the confirmation that nothing was yours.

“____? What is it?” your friend asked, peeking their head around the corner into the door-frame.

“I'm such an idiot,” you stated, hand going to your forehead to try and stop an oncoming headache.

“What happened?”

“This isn't my luggage,” you said quietly.

“What do you mean that isn't your luggage?” replied your friend as they walked into the room.

“I must have some other poor asshole's luggage,” you groaned, “and that means that they probably have mine... and, shit, that means they have the gift I brought you, and the things I brought as a thank you to your parents and wow, okay, the fact that some stranger has now probably saw my panties...” You wanted to scream. You closed your eyes as your head fell back with a loud groan. “Why...just why?” Your friend laughed. “This isn't funny,” you whined.

“Did you check the tags? Maybe there's a number you can call,” your friend said as they started to check, “Oh...No number.”

“Well that's just freakin' gre-”

“But there is an email,” they interrupted. Your interest peaked, opening your eyes and looking over your friend's shoulder. “[email protected],” your friend said with a small giggle, “Sounds odd.”

“Can you spell it?” you asked, pulling out your phone, already typing out an email.

[Hello, my name is _____. I left Incheon Airport and I realized too late that I took home the wrong luggage. I have yours and I'm assuming this is the right email to contact you. I feel really bad about this, and am very sorry. Do you perhaps have mine as well? If you want I can send them back to you if you send me an address.]

After you wrote something in a manner you deemed polite enough you tossed your phone on the bed. “It's stupid shit that happens to me like this that skyrockets my anxiety.”

“Hopefully they'll reply soon. They're probably just as worried about their own things.”

“Maybe, but there's not much here that's of any interest other than these weird souvenirs,” you said pointing at a particularly odd set of socks, “But what if they go through my things? What if they're a secret pervert and steal my underwear or something worse?”

“Or maybe they're hot and single and this is a cool twist of fate that brings you to your soulmate or something.”

“You've been reading to much fanfiction. Nothing happens like that to me other than probably getting murdered in an angst fic.” Your friend rolled their eyes.

Suddenly a ping went off. Your friend threw your phone back at you. You opened up the new message from an unknown number.

[Hi ____, I must've took your luggage too :( I'm sorry :( but at least we know who has our stuff. I started texting you before I found you had emailed me ><; sorry if that's not okay, but your number was on the tags, hope it's okay. Sending luggage is expensive we can just meet and exchange them if you're free :)]

Another ping.

[that is unless you're flying away or live really far that is ^^;;;]

“That was surprisingly quick,” you stated, “and they type like a middle school kid, but from the size of his shoes we're looking at a full grown man... He wants me to meet him,” you said blankly. The first thought coming to mind was the murder scenario.

“Oo, a man you say? You should do it! Shipping is expensive anyways.”

“That's what he said, but remember what I said about the murdering and the dying?”

“Maybe it's you who has read too much fanfiction. Bur really, who knows? Maybe he won't be prince charming, but I don't think there will be any murder involved. Just a quick drop and grab, and then you'll leave with your stuff...and then I can have my gifts,” they smiled slyly.

“I don't want to risk my life for some silly touristy gifts.”

“But it's the Genji figure. That is by no means touristy. Tell him to meet you somewhere public, date safety 101, it's not like this is some back alley deal.”

“Firstly, this is by no means a date, I just need my things. Second, regardless of whatever I doubt a date will come with it.” After a minute of thought you decided, “Fine. I'll just meet him. Worst thing that happens is that he's ugly or something, right?” Your friend nodded. “Okay.”

[I can meet you tomorrow at Sinsa Station outside of exit 8. Thank you!]

Meeting at the station was a good idea. It was a weekend and the area you chose to meet at was close to many restaurants, so there was even more lunch traffic. It was also far enough away from your friend's apartment as well so he wouldn't be able to guess where you were staying in case they did, in fact, want to plan a murder.

You arrived early and was enjoying people watching while also keeping on the look out for the person with matching luggage. Your head was turning every which way, neck craning on the look out for some mystery man who's suitcase you happened to steal.

Suddenly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. “Hi.” You spun your head around and your jaw dropped, “Uhm, I'm Baekhyun, we switched up our luggage?” Standing before you was a man, taller than you, and also strikingly handsome. His hair was dark, his smile was charming. His legs looked long and slender in his distressed blue-jeans. He wore a white, long-sleeved button-up, tucked in the front of his pants and had the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, “Uhm, yeah so can I have that back?” He pointed to his luggage.

“Oh, yeah, here,” you said, trading suitcases.

He took his with a smile, “I don't mean to be so forward or sound weird, but from the look of what was inside your luggage I wasn't expecting you to be so cute.”

You were taken aback by what seemed to be a backhanded comment, “I mean, same. I didn't expect you to be...” you gestured up and down.

“Attractive?” he answered.

“Sure, let's go with that. But what do you mean about my luggage?”

“It's the granny-panties and that Overwatch figure,” he laughed, “Kind of threw me off,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “I expected some odd middle-aged fangirl.”

So began your internal crisis. Yes, as confirmed by your fears, a stranger had in fact looked at your underwear and – unfortunately enough – you didn't even happen to pack any of the nice ones. Just in case you had to show off to any potentially hot onlookers who just so happen to also have the same exact luggage as you. Cool.

“If you want to see the nice ones you have to get to know me first, that's the rule,” you replied quickly. Smooth, you thought to yourself, very nice recovery.

“Well, since you already have my number, would it be alright to call you to get coffee sometime?” Smoother yet...

“Yeah that sounds great, totally great. Yep. Great,” you stuttered out, making him laugh a little.

“Alright then,” he flashed a big smile, “Then I'll call you later,” he gave a wink your way before he started to walk away, “by the way,” he called back to you, “I bet your granny-panties are still cute if you're in them. I can't wait to see.”

Your eyes widened.. Your face burned and you suddenly regretted meeting in such a crowded area. You couldn't form any words as he strode away, laughing maniacally, luggage rolling behind him You'd have to apologize to your friend. Not only was Baekhyun attractive, but you had a date as well.

#baekhyun #baekhyun exo #exo scenario #exo scenarios #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop senario #kpop imagine #baekhyun imagine #exo imagine #wow it's been a literal lifeage i am so sorry

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even numbers for the ask thingy

2. favourite movie?

BIG HERO 6 because i am a weeb

4. dream date?not to be nsfw but id love to c*ddle and watch dumb anime w/ my bffs some day (i’d @ them but i dont wanna scare them ysdbcakjf and one of them doesnt have a tumblr but - rainy moony sharpy ily sobs)

6. what are your hobbies?Doing dumb shit, drawing when my tablet decides to work, writing when my brain decides to work, watching Appmon, and crying

8. if you could look like anything, what would you look like?DRAGON.

10. what’s your favourite type of weather?The kind of cloudy that blocks the sun but not a rainy cloudy, a cool breeze, maybe mid 70s during the day and 60s at night, p dry humidity but not like super dry humidity because my body will start falling apart, … raining is also ok but 1. its gotta be cooler and 2. i just dont wanna get wet so not during the day when im out pls

12. what are your turn ons?dr. agons.

14. if you got a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?I’ve always been partial to orioles and I’ve thought abt getting one of those dove-symbolic tattoos but with an oriole, probably with something in its beak that promotes love an acceptance (or since it’s like the dove from noah’s ark, incorporate a rainbow theme into it, and smth about how it can mean multiple things) and im not sure where it’d be but probably on my shoulder, low enough to see if i roll up my sleeve but high enough that i can cover it if i have to

16. dream job?Television writer for kids’ animation!!! serialized/fantasy animation like ATLA, Hilda, TDP, ect

18. dream vacation?Visiting ALL the pokemon centers in japan (or at least like, the biggest ones, Please)

20. if you had kids, what would you name them?Fuckboy and lavagirl

22. worst traits?Ok I dont want to be self loathing BUT a pet peeve I have @ myself is that every time I get a shiny pokemon im like “oh i am so fucking sexy I love SOS hunting” and then I try SOS hunting again and i die after 3 hours of misery for like 10 times before I get lucky again, and then the cycle repeats

anyways im off to go sos shiny h-

24. what do you want to eat right now?Hnggg i havent had blackberry frozen yogurt for so long

26. favourite city?whatever city in japan has the biggest pokemon center, thats my favorite

28. favourite article of clothing?awfully bold of you to assume that I avoid being nude for any other reason than dysphoria and self-conciousness

30. favourite meal of the day?I do enjoy my daily morning fruit loops

31. what are you excited for?HNG I might adopt a snek from my local reptile rescue place… my mom likes this 1 snake called a rosy boa and we think it might be rlly good for our situation!! because i’ll obvs have it (hopefully) going into college and although I want to move into a place where I can have the snake by my third year, my parents may want to go on vacation before then, sooo even tho feeding isn’t an issue water is. HOWEVER rosy boas can go for pretty long periods of time without water, it seems like? so they might be perfect!! they’re also docile and small and apparently really stupid. We were gonna ask abt the rosy boa and stuff tomorrow but my dad might need us to pick him up while costco works on his car :/ but we’ll look into the individual snake more soon. This is kind of what it looks like btw!!!

so i realized after answering this that I did this wrong F so ill just answer the right question now but leave this

32. not excited for?Going to costco with my dad instead of looking at cute sneks at my local reptile rescue :/

34. dream house?So many plushies…….bed of plushies….bed of kinetic sand…..many reptiles….but like nice ones, i cant keep iguanas they make me sad :(

36. what’s something you love about the world?REPTILES but uh, honestly? If humanity wasn’t so much of a hivemind as it is now thanks to the internet and whatnot (which sounds terfy and suspiciously aphobic but stay with me) I feel like humanity would have such amazing potential to structure itself in such an amazing way. And by the hivemind, I mean we’re all connected and most of us function off of the same idea of human rights and government format. I really believe in the freedom of speech but it’s hard to defend it when homophobes are the majority instead of the minority. Plus, humanity isn’t evil, but the way corporate capitalism is has beaten us all into heartless monsters. Socialism WOULDN’T work in america at large because capitalism turned us into greedy bitches. It’s not fundamentally flawed, but we’ve been shaped into something incompatible with socialism, sadly. So I kind of just bitched about the world but my point is, humans are very flexible, and we can change so much in so little time. It takes effort to change an entire culture, but the flexibility of human nature from generation to generation is heartwarming.

38. what kind of sleeper are you?It’s super hard for me to fall asleep if there’s even like 1 sound but once im asleep im dead fucking asleep. I wear ear plugs so you cannot wake me up. Today a fridge repair man came and my parents said he was running this super loud machine but the only thing i heard was the dude leaving after everything was over bc thats when i happened to wake up.

40. are you a cat or dog person?CAT CAT CATCATCAT BUT IM ALLERGIC SOBS like dogs are good boys but we don’t get along. I mean dogs like me, but I think - especially in more intelligent dogs - we kind of just respect each other from a distance. Meanwhile I’m basically just an uglier cat so

(also i like snakes because they’re basically cats but noodlier, stupider, and im not allergic to them)

42. free! ask anythingSOL YOU DIDN’T ASK ME ANYTHINJG

44. are you trusting?It depends. If you’ve done smth to make me suspicious, then I’m suspicious. If not, then I’m not. I’m also kind of just an open book to everyone i meet as long as I think they’re LGBT friendly and whatever so yeah, i dont have a lot of secrets lmao

46. what labels do you commonly get?I’m pretty sure this isn’t related but my friend diagnosed me as Digit from Cyberchasers-kin today

48. what issues are you dealing with right now?Jesus christ where do i fucking start okay:- tablet broken, dont know why (well i know whats wrong but i cant fix it), have to draw at particular angles to draw, cant use paper bc of sensory overload, big sad- mom’s phone is breaking, dont know why, big sad- fridge broke, its fixed now but i need cold water to not have headache and its taken all damn day to cool down- still grieving over Peppermint- politics Suck- Friends upsetti over miscellaneous shitty (not at me tho we wuv each other)- sensory overload makes EVERYTHING SO LOUD- we’re almost out of milk. i dont know if ill have enough milk for my fruit loops tomorrow. help.- my fingers?? were literally peeling because it was so dry here for a lil while??? theyre kind of better now but then i decided to sew so i fucked them up again- also did i mention im super behind on plushies- also my sewing machine isnt working with the thread i need it to work with (or im dumb)- I still have hang nails and im constantly worried abt nose bleeds bc of the lack of humidity Please Help Me- I owe my parents so much fucking money for vet bills and plushies. They didnt even charge me for the more expensive vet bill or the cuddle clones plush, just the first bill. But I only have like $32 left on that and I owe like $44 for plushies that I bought after the vet bill so I’m also just stupid- cuddle clones hasnt contacted me since i placed the order and i never specified the pose (bc there wasnt enough fucking room) so im concerned- i sent the reptile rescue guy an email but he didnt get back to me and im Big Sad bc if hed Reply i wouldnt even have to go (well obvs i would eventually, but i just mean like, rn)- mom’s battling in court for her inheritance because my step grandma is a bitch, and my dad’s been having Drama with his siblings after my grandma passed away, and im big stressed

50. what’s something about you people don’t know?Like how many people we talking here? bc if you mean nobody knows then aw piss this doesnt count. but if you mean just like tumblr/excluding like 3 other people uhhh i might be working on a warrior cats fanfiction because oh you know im a weeb. But if you mean nobody knows then i want to write a harujin fanfic but im lazy. also you could probably guess that i want to write that but. it still counts.

#edit: I fucked up but i fixed it #stormy speaks #stormy answers

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