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sesamestreep · 1 year

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50 jyn/cassian? 👀

50. the hands of fate (from this prompt list)

After such a crushing defeat, Cassian decides that what he and his teammates really need is another round, and since everyone else is still arguing over the finer points of the last question, he decides it’s up to him to make that happen. Luckily, the bar is not particularly crowded at that moment, so he’s able to get the attention of the bartender right away.

“What can I get for you?” she asks, leaning slightly across the bar to hear him better.

It takes him a minute to remember why he’s there, because he’s been doing trivia at this bar for the last few months and he’s never seen this bartender before, which is only notable because she’s exceptionally pretty. She’s got bright green eyes, and hair that manages to be messy in a way he suspects might actually be fashionable, and she’s wearing a black tank top that shows off some very cool-looking tattoos on her biceps. The usual Thursday night bartender barely even looks at him when she takes his order, let alone going so far as to actually speak to him in full sentences.

“Did you want to order something?” she asks, warily, and her expression shutters in the way of an experienced customer service professional who’s used to dealing with drunk people and skeevy men with alarming frequency.

Cassian shakes his head, as if to clear his mind so he doesn’t (rightfully) earn this bartender’s wrath by staring for another minute. “Yeah, sorry,” he says, adopting what he hopes is a genial expression. “We just got our asses handed to us at trivia, so my cognitive function hasn’t fully returned yet.”

The bartender offers him a half-smile at that and nods. “Take your time.”

“Uh, I think I’m just going to get another round for everyone,” Cassian says, and then rattles off his team’s drink orders. The bartender nods and, even though she doesn’t stop to write it down, he has a feeling she’s got it memorized.

She starts making a drink in front of him, and only looks up a moment later when she realizes he’s still there. “I can bring them over when I’m done,” she says, pointing her chin in the direction of his table while her hands are occupied pouring vodka into a cocktail shaker.

“Oh, right,” Cassian says, stupidly. “That would be great. I, uh, already mentioned my brain’s not working, right?”

She laughs a little, which feels sort of like a victory, and shakes her head. “Must have been a tough loss.”

“We came this close to winning for once!” he can’t help griping. “But no one on my team knew the names of the three Fates in Greek mythology.”

The bartender tosses the shaker from side to side in a practiced motion, and gives him a barely interested look. “You mean, the Moirai?” she asks.

Cassian barely stops himself from gaping at her. “I, uh, think they wanted the individual names, actually.”

“Oh, so like Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, then?”

“Jesus, do you write the questions?”

She smiles and pulls a glass out from under the counter. “No,” she says, as she deftly pours the contents of the shaker into the glass. “I just went through a very intense Greek mythology phase when I was a kid.”

“Thank god. I was beginning to think I was just stupid!”

“The two ideas are not mutually exclusive,” she replies, breezily, as she tosses an olive into the drink. “I’ll bring your drinks right over, unless you want me to keep talking to you about mythology.”

There actually isn’t anything Cassian wants more at the moment, but he’s already lost so much dignity at trivia that he can’t afford to lose anymore getting shut down by this beautiful bartender, so he nods and thanks her before he heads back to his table. Bodhi has finally stopped reading Wikipedia on his phone (a time-honored post-loss tradition for them) and is sitting with his head resting on Taidu’s shoulder. Melshi, on the other side of the table, is slumped in his chair, staring into the dregs of his beer.

“Another round incoming,” he says, clapping Melshi on the shoulder.

“Thank god,” Melshi replies, sitting up.

“We are bad at trivia,” Bodhi proclaims, which is also a time-honored tradition.

“We did better this time,” Taidu counters.

“Yeah, but we still lost.”

“Progress over perfection.”

“Stop being reasonable,” Melshi groans. “The wound is still too fresh.”

“You know what’s great for treating wounds?” a voice over Cassian’s shoulder asks. “Alcohol!”

The beautiful bartender appears then, with their drinks on a small tray and starts depositing them on the table, where Taidu immediately helps divvy them up to their respective recipients.

“What are you doing here?” Bodhi asks her, which seems like an odd response. Cassian looks between the two of them, puzzled.

“I told you I was working tonight,” the bartender replies, resting the now-empty tray on her hip.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I sent you a text!”

“Oh,” Taidu says. “That was your first mistake. He never reads his texts.”

“Shut up,” Bodhi says, thumping him lightly on the shoulder. “I read texts! I even reply to them! I am a functional person!”

Taidu and the bartender scoff at the same time, and Cassian is definitely missing something.

“So, why are you working tonight?” Bodhi asks, before Cassian can figure out a way to ask what’s going on without seeming rude. “I mean, I read your text, for sure, but like…remind me?”

“Kennel no-call, no-showed and Baze asked me to fill in.”

“What?! Tell me everything!”

“I just did. She didn’t call out or give notice so I have no idea what happened.”

“Okay, that’s more boring than I expected,” Bodhi says, sounding disappointed. “I always thought she’d get fired for coming after you with a knife or something.”

“You and me both, buddy,” the bartender says.

“Kennel is the usual Thursday night bartender?” Taidu asks, speaking for all of them.

“Yeah,” Bodhi says. “She’s fucking nuts.”

“Good riddance,” she agrees. Then, she turns her attention to Cassian, pointing at him with her elbow. “I put the drinks on your tab, by the way.”

Cassian blinks at her in surprise. “Oh, right. Yeah. Good. Did I—sorry, I don’t think I gave you my name, so…”

“No, but I know Bodhi, which means I also know Taidu, naturally, and I’ve met Melshi before, so I guessed you were probably Bodhi’s other co-worker, Cassian, who he does trivia with but whom I’ve never met and there was a card with that name behind the bar, so…”

“Okay, seriously, are you some kind of savant or something? Between this and knowing all of the trivia answers…”

She smiles. “I have the distinct advantage of being more sober than almost everyone in the room, which gives the impression of genius where there is none.”

“Bodhi, you didn’t tell Cassian your roommate worked here, did you?” Taidu asks suddenly, sounding amused.

Bodhi smacks himself on the forehead. “She doesn’t normally work Thursdays,” he admits, miserably, before looking up. “Cassian, this is my roommate, Jyn. She works here.”

“Jyn. Right,” Cassian says, feeling some puzzle pieces slot into place. “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet.”

“Same,” she says, extending a hand for him to shake and giving him a mysterious smile. “Though Bodhi did say you were the ringer on the trivia team, and you didn’t even know the names of the Moirai.”

“Cassian is the ringer,” Melshi says, “which just goes to show how terrible the rest of us are.”

“I think Kay was technically our ringer,” Cassian replies.

“Until he got perma-banned,” Bodhi adds, dejectedly.

“Kay?” Jyn asks.

“My roommate,” Cassian specifies. “It was for the best, he argued with the host too much.”

“Oh, that guy,” she says, nodding. “Baze and Chirrut have his picture hung up in the office. We throw darts at it, uh, lovingly.”

Cassian waves away the sheepish look she gives him. “I live with him. I understand the impulse. Anyway, that’s how Taidu ended up joining us.”

“Lucky them,” he says, raising his glass in a mock toast. “I know nothing, it turns out.”

“I mean, if they ever need someone to answer a question about the intricacies of Formula 1, you’re their man,” Jyn says.

“Taidu watches a lot of F1 at our apartment,” Bodhi explains. “He’s trying to get Jyn into it.”

“It’s not nearly violent enough for my tastes,” she says, mildly. “Anything else before I go back to the bar? Need me to name all the Argonauts, perhaps?”

“Oh, you’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?” Bodhi asks, covering his face with his hands.

“It’s going to be like the eagle, pecking out Prometheus’s liver every day, only it’ll be me taunting you with Greek mythology facts.”

“Mythological facts, huh?” Melshi asks.

“I’m sorry,” Jyn says, leaning in close. “I have trouble hearing people who’ve never won bar trivia in their lives.”

“You’re right,” he replies, holding his hands up in defeat. “You got us there.”

“Next week,” Cassian says emphatically, “is going to be our week. I’m calling it.”

The pitying look Jyn gives him before she leaves their table does nothing to bolster his confidence—nor does it quell the spark of attraction he felt when he first saw her. He was really hoping the revelation that she’s Bodhi’s roommate might help with that, but no such luck. If anything, he likes her more now; Bodhi has always talked about Jyn in glowing terms and Cassian can see now that she lives up to her reputation.

He realizes only a little belatedly that he’s been watching her walk away, which feels like a bridge too far, and catches Melshi giving him an unimpressed look. He schools his expression into something overly innocent and Melshi snorts before returning his attention to his beer.

They hang around, replaying their demoralizing defeat for the tenth time and vowing (as always) to do better next time, until their drinks are finished and then everyone gets ready to leave. Melshi heads off for the train with a sardonic salute and Taidu and Bodhi head off in search of a cab, while Cassian lives close enough that he’s just going to walk home. He is already halfway out the door when he realizes he left his credit card at the bar.

He does a heel turn and heads back in, waiting at the least crowded corner of the bar until he can get someone’s attention. He’s seen a few people milling around behind the bar all night, but as far as he can tell Jyn is the only bartender on and she’s the only one there now, which means she’s busy, so he settles in to wait once he catches her eye and she gives him a nod to say she’ll be right with him.

“Sorry about that,” she says, when she finally makes her way over to him around five minutes later. “We’re short-staffed, as you know. I didn’t know Thursdays were this busy!”

“No problem,” Cassian says, signing his receipt and handing it back to her while he pockets his card. “I’ve got nowhere to be.”

Jyn drums her fingers on the bar as she considers him. “You should know,” she says, after obvious deliberation, “I only date people who win at bar trivia.”

He could not possibly have heard that correctly. “I…what?”

“I think it’s only fair that you know this about me, since you’re making your interest known.”

“I wasn’t—that’s not what—I wasn’t saying I’ve got nowhere to be like that, just that I wasn’t in a hurry! I was not trying to—”

“Sure.”

“I’m serious. It was just an expression!”

She treats him to the most exaggerated, patronizing nod of all time. “Right. And you were absolutely not checking me out earlier.”

“I was not doing that,” Cassian says, and it’s frankly embarrassing how transparent of a lie it is.

“I don’t blame you,” Jyn says, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m very cute.”

“Huh. Now that you mention it…”

She smiles, one of those mysterious, knowing ones he finds so intriguing. “Bodhi did always say he thought you and I would get along if we ever met.”

“Too bad you have such high standards,” he replies, easily. “I could think of a few ways we could get along better.”

“Well, there’s always next week,” she offers.

“You mean, next week when we’re going to win trivia and you’re going to give me your number? That next week?”

Jyn shakes her head, but he can see she’s fighting a smile. “I admire your optimism.”

“Get ready to admire my intellect too,” he says, “when I win bar trivia.”

“Whatever you say, Cassian.”

“So,” Cassian says, as he leans up against the bar a week later after trivia has wrapped up, “are you absolutely sure you couldn’t be talked into dating someone much much dumber than you?”

Jyn’s answering laugh, surprised and delighted and unrestrained, makes him feel so much prouder of himself than winning trivia ever could. Not that he knows for sure, of course, never having done the latter, but if he had to guess.

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lemonthepotato · 1 month

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Reminder: What Peaches allegedly went through is horrible, if true, but that does not excuse him from what he did to Rosa. As an autistic person, his and Lio’s actions remind me of downright horrible bullies I’ve dealt with (I am not a victim of bullying, at least in the traditional sense, but it’s a long story.) and it’s deplorable the way they treated her.

Peaches has called people the r slur, and another derogatory term for an autistic person based on the word aspergers (I have my own issues with the term itself anyway) and clearly enjoyed what he did to Rosa. In some of the audio recordings he released, he did show remorse for what he did to Rosa, however, he went into those conversations with Lio with the intent of recording and publicising it to throw Lio under the bus. I was only vaguely aware of the Rosa call before, and Lio had given me weird vibes, but I always excuses his behaviour with “oh, well, they’re predators, who cares if he’s mean to predators?” But nope, turns out he just treats everyone like shit. And that’s the thing with these moral grandstanding people. They channel their anger into self-proclaimed righteousness to avoid being seen as the unhinged mf they are. Nah. Fuck ableists. Fuck this shit.

Deplorable behaviour. To think it took 3 hours for anyone to say anything. Everyone who was in that call should be ashamed of themselves, even if they were silent. You’re an enabler.

I hate these internet vigilantes. I actually give a shit about these topics, so here are some resources about topics I care deeply about.

Fuck ableists. Bye.

Here’s the video of these grown adults bullying a mentally handicapped woman for not having a job and needing a carer for three hours. Oh, and she’s not the predator in this case, she just didn’t ban the predator, and likely didn’t even KNOW there was one in the server, might’ve not even had permissions to kick them! I run a server, and unless someone is a very obvious troll, I don’t just let my mods ban who they want, most servers don’t. Seriously. This video is repulsive. Check tags.

Video #1 - Lio tries to act scary

Video #2 - Cowards in a VC harass a neurodivergent woman for 4 hours

Video #3 - A video of a cute dog unrelated to this ableist nonsense

Edit: btw the rosa call isn’t the only fucked up call these two participated in, but that wasn’t what my post was about so I didn’t mention it. u can google shit bou it. Might wanna look int2 the Jibz and Robert situations respectively. :) Senate sure be a lovely bunch of people, ay? Oh, yeah, recently found out ‘ay’ is pronounced ‘I’ and not ae. Unrelated. Also talking about shit like this just pisses me off. Really fucking much.

Edit 2: I said I was “vaguely aware” of the rosa call before. Turns out I was pissed about it 8 months ago and completely forgot, cuz I liked two comments from back then on the original call (not the 4 hours one) criticising it. Btw, the comment section there is full of ableists. Have fun reading that.

Edit 3: LioConvoy released his video. While I haven’t finished it, I have mixed thoughts on it (like I’m skeptical of some things but generally the screenshots don’t make Peaches look good regardless) I just got to one part, and can I just say how fucking funny it is for Peaches to have a genuine fit over not getting imposter in among us? That’s all I wanted to say.

#tw ableism #cw ableism #lemons random rants #lio convoy #hopeless peaches #tw grooming (referenced in linked video)#tw misogyny (in the video)#tw victim blaming (can be seen that way in the call.)#tw shaming #tw ableist language #tw r slur

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dragunjk · 3 years

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DILF | PROLOGUE

→ synopsis ; the intimacy of small things in the world, the ones that tear at the heart, mean much more than grand gestures and proclamations. you notice these things once you become a father. or fall in love with one.

→ genre ; celebrity!au | angst | fluff | smut

→ pairings ; ???

→ rating ; MA

→ warnings ; mentions of toxic relationships, depressive mindsets, drug and alcohol use, blood, gun use, hostage situations, etc.

00 - positions

Whoever said money can’t solve your problems, must’ve not had enough money to solve them. At least, that’s what Y/n assumes.

The city of Seoul is home to the rich and famous, those who can afford to drive fast cars that go way past the speed limit and others who bring in money with talents they’ve developed over the years. It’s where the luxury is, those imbedded in fame meeting in expensive clubs and restaurants, with everything they need practically in the palm of their hand.

Money is the root of all of Y/n’s success. It’s what hides Y/n’s past, deep where nobody would be able to find it. Quite honestly, she likes it that way. Her life before her fame is muddled, shrouded in shadows that are difficult to maneuver in even the brightest of lights. Or even the wealthiest of people.

Entering her expensive penthouse from the elevator, Y/n’s brown cat slunk to her side, weaving between her legs affectionately. “Oh, was I working for too long, Iseul?” She hummed, scratching behind her ears. She purred softly, sinking into Y/n’s touch.

Y/n placed her keys and purse on the table beside the elevator, before scooping Iseul into her arms, letting the cat nuzzle into her neck. She chuckled softly, smoothing down Iseul’s brown fur. “I’m sorry. I had to stay to finish recording some vocals for a song.” She listened to her kitten purr mindlessly in her arms. “Not that you’d know. You’re probably just wondering why the fuck I’m gone for so long, huh?” Y/n cooed, padding towards the large window that showed Seoul’s city line.

Iseul hopped out of Y/n’s arms, and made a b-line for the couch, curling up on the edge. Exhausted, Y/n padded towards the kitchen, tossing her bucket hat onto the island. She grabbed a wine glass, and hummed softly, a headache likely forming as she poured herself a glass of expensive rosé. Her phone rang, and she looked down blankly at the screen.

“It’s two in the morning. I just saw you twenty minutes ago, do you miss me that fuckin’ much?” Y/n scoffed, sipping on her wine. A laugh came from the other end of the call, and she heard the familiar sound of a car’s engine revving. She couldn’t hear it from upstairs, so he was likely someplace else.

“Yeah? You think I’d miss you that easy?” Namjoon laughed once more, and Y/n rolled her eyes. “I just wanted to check to see if you got inside safely. Plus, I have to reschedule our studio session tomorrow.” He spoke, and Y/n groaned, leaning her head against the island.

“Joon. We have to finish the song by Friday or else your album will be behind schedule.” She spoke, and Namjoon hummed.

“Yeah, but this song is a bonus on the album. If it doesn’t come out with the rest, then it’s okay-“

“What the fuck do you mean it’s a bonus? You’re telling me I’m not important enough to be on the regular album?” Y/n huffed, and Namjoon laughed, likely shaking his head on the other side. She took another sip of her wine, headache getting a little more painful.

Maybe she just needed to sleep.

“Of course you’re important enough to be on the album. Something just came up, listen, we’ll finish by Friday even if I have to work day and night, just so your pretty self can be on the album.” Namjoon hummed, and Y/n cocked her head, eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you mocking me?” Y/n accused, and Namjoon scoffed.

“What, now I can’t be nice to you?” He asked, and Y/n rolled her eyes, picking up her phone and pressing it to her ear.

“You’re like the older brother I never wanted. Of course you cannot fucking be nice to me.” She spat, and Namjoon nearly choked on his laughter. “Whatever, I have a headache. Let me know when you need me back in the studio, yeah?” Y/n asked, and Namjoon hummed in response. “Okay. Goodnight, love you bye.” Y/n spoke quickly, before hanging up the phone.

On the opposite side of town, Namjoon laughed, pocketing his phone as someone knocked on his window. A smile spread across his face, and he exited his car, a squeal escaping the little girl's lips in front of him. “Uncle Namjoon!” She spoke cheerfully, and Namjoon scooped up the girl in his arms, watching her father shake his head.

“She has pre-school in six hours, Namjoon. Don’t get her riled up please.” Yoongi sighed, crossing his tattooed arms as his daughter wriggled in Namjoon’s arms. “Come inside. I don’t want the paparazzi getting too close to Sarang. She doesn’t need to be exposed to that shit too early.” He took Sarang from Namjoon’s arms, holding the three year old close to him as he walked inside of his home.

Namjoon followed his close friend into his one million dollar home, bowing towards the housekeeper who greeted him with a tired smile. He slipped off his shoes, watching as Sarang took off further into the house. Yoongi sighed, peeling a heart sticker off of his neck. “Hyung, I didn’t expect you to call me so late.” Namjoon hummed, walking into the living room, and Yoongi hummed, placing Sarang’s folded blanket onto the leg rest

“Yeah well, I finished touching up the instrumental for that song. I figured I’d give it to you now instead of forgetting it later.” Yoongi glanced up as Sarang ran into the living room with a new set of pajamas on. “Princess, it’s very late. You have to go to sleep so you can be well rested for school tomorrow.” He cooed, scooping his daughter up into his arms.

Namjoon watched as Sarang rested her head on her father’s shoulder. “Maybe tomorrow would’ve been a better time.” He chuckled, pinching Sarang’s cheek, and Yoongi scoffed.

“She’s just ansty. Had a bad dream last night so she’s a little reluctant to sleep when I’m not home.” Yoongi dragged a hand through his black hair, bouncing his daughter gently as he maneuvered through his lived-in, yet well kept, home. “Here’s the edit. It’d probably sound better with the vocals, but I don’t know who’s featuring so I wouldn’t be able to tell.” Yoongi handed Namjoon his flash drive, and the younger male nodded.

“Thanks, hyung. Let me know when I’m featuring on your next album.” Namjoon called over his shoulder, and Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head.

“Yeah fuckin’ right. When our work ethics match up is when I’ll be able to drop a song with you.” Yoongi laughed, and Namjoon huffed, turning towards his friend.

“The only person I know who works as much as you is the one that’s featured on this song.” He waved the flashdrive. “She almost ripped me a new one when I told her we weren’t gonna be recording tomorrow.” Namjoon winced, pocketing the device.

Yoongi grinned, his daughter finally sound asleep in his arms.

His voice was low. “Might have to send her my way once you two are done recording. Maybe she can be a feature on my next album.” He hummed, and chuckled softly when Namjoon flipped him off.

“Y/n L/n. She’s better known as the rapper Psyche.” Namjoon hummed, and Yoongi’s eyes widened with recognition.

“Is she the one that’s always tweeting about how she’s in love with me and how she says I’m a dilf?” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head, bouncing Sarang slightly. “What the fuck is a dilf anyway? I get called that all the time but I never bothered to look it up.” He asked, and Namjoon laughed quietly.

“It means ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck. Fuck, you don’t get on Twitter much unless it’s about you, do you?” He chuckled, and Yoongi scoffed. “Also, you flirt with her all the time on Twitter, don’t act like you don’t like the attention.” Namjoon accused.

Yoongi shrugged. “What can I say? I like having a little fun.” He turned on his heel, facing the direction of Sarang’s room. “Get home safe, will you? And lock the door on your way out. Leave it unlocked like last time and I’ll fuckin’ punch your teeth so far down your throat you’ll be shoving a toothbrush up your ass to brush ‘em.” He threatened casually.

Namjoon shook his head, used to his threats. “Should I give Y/n your number then? Since you seem to be a little interested in her.” He asked, and Yoongi waved his hand dismissively.

“I have a daughter to take care of, music to make, and paparazzi to make insecure. You think I’m ready to pull another A-List celebrity into a relationship?” Yoongi chuckled.

“Not even a situationship?” Namjoon asked.

“Do you know how hard it is not to fall in love with me?” Yoongi asked, and Namjoon laughed loud enough to nearly wake Sarang up. “I’m not even fucking with you. I’m just stating statistical facts.” His tattooed arms shifted, moving Sarang to his left side.

“I’m fucking leaving, hyung. Bye. Good luck with your horny fangirls.” Namjoon waved, walking out of Yoongi’s home, locking the door behind him.

Yoongi, left in the silence of his home, carried his sleeping daughter to her room. She curled up in her bed, and he watched her for a moment, a fond smile on his face as she breathed softly. He hummed softly, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Of course he didn’t have time for anyone else.

He’s famous, he’s a father, there’s no privacy when it comes to fame, fortune, and family.

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bffsoobin · 4 years

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Just One Day

↳ being the extraordinary Choi Yeonjun’s ordinary ex girlfriend had begun to feel like nothing more than a fun fact the longer you two had been apart. He had gone to Korea to chase his dream, and you had all but forgotten about the way he made you feel. When Yeonjun calls and explains he’ll be back for a day, do you go for it?

➤ fluff, angst, smut, idol!yeonjun x ex girlfriend!reader

Word count: 5,313

Requested?: yes

Warnings: This includes (badly written) mature content! Please do not read between the illustrated borders if you’re under 18 or uncomfortable! Smut warnings include: unprotected sex (don’t do it!), some dirty talk, slight male masturbation. General warnings include:swearing, awkwardness, slight pining, self doubt, mentions of crying/heartbreak, Yeonjun is a sly little shit, Feelings, me not editing or proof reading, me not keeping a very good time line for the story (how long ago did they date? How long were they together? What era are txt in when this story takes place? I didn’t bother to specify so feel free to let your mind run wild)

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It felt weird seeing the Snapchat memory pop up. A younger you smiled back through the screen, hair messy from the wind. Even weirder is the sight of a younger Choi Yeonjun, cheek pressed right against yours and a wide smile taking over his face. You hadn’t forgotten him, there was no way you could, but you had certainly forgotten this day. This date. The two of you had spent the day at an amusement park, skin turning red under the sun as you rode every attraction the park had to offer. As you clicked through the memory, you found a video you took of him dancing next to the picnic table the two of you ate overpriced fries and pizza on. The sound of your own laugh made you smile. You had really been so happy. So many happy memories with Yeonjun cropped up in your mind. All of the movie nights, walks along the lake, lunches and mini golf dates flooded you.

With the happy memories also came the hurt. The countdown to the day he had to leave for Korea, knowing nothing would ever be the same again. You had blocked out so many bad things, but one you could never forget was the night before he left. Since he was leaving so early in the morning, you had come to sleep over so you could be sure not to miss saying goodbye. As the night fell, you clutched onto his shirt and begged him not to forget you. It was pathetic how much you sniffled and sobbed into the thin fabric and pleaded with any entity listening to keep Yeonjun in your life. He had cried too, although you never noticed. The sound of your sobbing consumed his senses as the two of you laid down in his bed and he knew he could do nothing but hold you until you fell asleep. When the heaving and shaking stopped, he looked down on your swollen, tear streaked face and began shaking with his own silent sobs. He loved you. You loved him. But that love wasn’t enough to keep the two of you together in the way you wished. Yeonjun didn’t sleep that night. Instead, he watched you sleep and pretended everything was okay. Pretended he wasn’t leaving you behind minutes after sunrise.

That night is one of your very worst memories. You threw your phone to the side, rubbing your hands over your face to reduce some of the weight laying on your shoulders. A hot shower was definitely in order to relieve some tension in your muscles.

Your worries washed down the drain with the scalding water. With a clearer mind you were able to push the sad memories of years past back to the dark corner of your mind where you left them originally. The rest of your day was normal, save for the fact that you felt as if the selfie of you and Yeonjun you had seen earlier was permanently tattooed behind your eyelids. At every spare moment you had you were thinking of him. The Yeonjun you had fallen in love with way before he had millions of other people following his every move. You had neglected to keep up with his actions many months ago when you decided that there was no point in mulling over a guy who would never come back to you.

And given the general lack of interest of kpop harbored by your family and friends; it wasn’t hard for you to reduce Yeonjun to nothing more than a boyfriend who had to move far away. Most of the people in your life now didn’t even know about the years old relationship, anyway. You had decided it was much better that way.

Your day was boring, to be totally honest. You had dedicated the day to cleaning, but your small apartment needed less attention than you originally thought. By 6:30pm, you had already made and eaten dinner and started yourself on a marathon of Hunger Games movies. Right in the middle of Katniss’ adventures in the 74th games; your phone began to vibrate against your thigh with a phone call. The number came up as unknown, and you didn’t recognize the area code as a local one so you let the call drop. Katniss was mourning the death of Rue when your phone vibrated again. This time you saw a voicemail from the mystery number. You were confused. A little bit annoyed at the intrusion, but mostly really confused. Usually scam callers didn’t leave messages, and everyone else that was important to your life was in your phone as a contact.

What the hell, you thought. Just listen to the voicemail and see who it's from, you can always delete the message and block the number later. Disregarding Katniss’ heavy breathing, you clicked on the notification and pressed your phone to your ear. There were a few seconds of silence and some shuffling that made you think it was an accidental butt dial to a very wrong number until a clear voice broke through.

“Hey, Y/N. I know this is super weird but-“ you dropped your phone out of your hand as if it had bitten you. You knew that voice. Yeonjun. What the fuck? With your phone left forgotten on the couch you nervously walked around your apartment. What did he want? How did he get your number? Why was he calling you?

After some self convincing and a cold glass of water, you decided you would get all your answers if you’d just finish listening to the damn voicemail. This time, you listened closer and in the silence of the beginning you could hear some faint Korean that made your blood run cold. This was for real. Yeonjun’s voice crackled through the phone again.

“I’m, uh, in the US right now. LA, actually. We just landed like an hour ago and I though of you- is that weird?” He cleared his throat, “I have a day off tomorrow and I was wondering if you’d want to meet up? If you don’t, it’s okay.” A heavy sigh and some more shouting of Korean in the back. “But if you do, we can meet at 10am at that breakfast place you like? I looked it up, the one between the library and the corner market we used to go to? Okay. That’s it. Um, bye.” Even after the end of the message you kept your phone pressed to your ear, in total disbelief of what you’d just heard.

Numbly, you unpaused the movie although none of the horrors of the Games stirred you like normal. The only thing you could focus on was whether or not you should go meet Yeonjun in the morning. What did you have to lose? Other than a little pride if he stood you up or something of the sort, you couldn’t think of much. You could easily catch an Uber there in the morning. But would it be weird? You knew the other members would be with him, but how much did they know? Your nerves made you queasy. The option of not going at all seemed more and more appealing with every passing moment.

You played the movie again, watching but not processing any of the presented images. You wanted to talk this out with someone, but no one really knew about your time with Yeonjun and the situation was way too far fetched to be boiled down to hypotheticals for a friend. Twenty minutes must have passed with you mulling every little detail over in your head. The movie had ended without your knowledge but it didn’t matter anyway. You were already in your bedroom, computer open to YouTube. Skimming your fingers over the keys, you gave the universe time to stop you. To make someone knock on your door, or your mom to call you, or for the power to go out; but nothing of the sort happened. You typed in “tomorrow x together” and shut your eyes as if it would change anything.

Pages of videos- both official and fan made beckoned you down a dangerous rabbit hole. One where you began to miss Yeonjun all over again. He had grown a lot since the last time you had seen him. He was taller, broader. HIs jaw was much more defined and he had taken to wearing jewelry all the time. Side effects of becoming an idol, you supposed. None of those details hurt more than the fact that his personality seemed unchanged. Amplified, yes; but he was still the same goofy, clingy and heartfelt boy you had fallen in love with years ago. You watched the way he interacted with the other members and you felt your heart swell with joy. Some small part of you was worried that pressure and fame would change him but you were amazed to see that was not the case.

Autoplay took it upon itself to load up the next video for you. You felt oddly warm at the idea of seeing even more content; this time through the lense of an adoring fan. A title flashed across the screen in a handwritten font: “Best of Choi Yeonjun”. Edited video clips of him singing, dancing and playing around with the other group members flashed before your eyes. You couldn’t help but lull yourself into a state of comfort upon seeing and hearing him so much. In the back of your mind, you knew you had already silently decided on meeting him tomorrow. You closed your laptop with a renewed excitement before you began to get ready for bed.

When you woke up there was still an hour before your alarm was even set to go off. Despite the early hour you were wide awake as if your nerves had been connected to a live wire pumping electricity through you. There was no grogginess in your eyes, and if it wasn’t for the jumble of nerves in your gut you could have believed you were going to have a perfect day. Your mind stalled at the reality of facing Yeonjun in just mere hours. You think you dreamed about him last night; in some weird, hazy fashion where you can’t remember much other than his presence. Vague details swarmed through your mind throughout the entire duration of your morning routine. Even though you had just showered the night before, you took another one to pass the extra time and take the opportunity to shave as well as you could in the dim light of your bathroom. You were oddly aware of just how quickly your heart was beating through the whole process. The drumming sound in your ears became second nature by the time you stood in front of your closet.

Suddenly, the extra hour your body had subconsciously given you became a blessing as you decided that you had absolutely nothing to wear. The outfit you had planned during your shower looked much worse in real life than you ever would have thought. It was almost as if the open drawers were mocking you, laughing about the fact that you were so nervous about meeting Yeonjun again that you couldn’t even pick out an outfit. You shuffled through all of your hangers multiple times, slipped different dresses and pairs of jeans on until you settled on something that you decided would be good enough- especially with the time of 9:10 am glaring back at you. With the consideration of morning traffic, you needed to be out of your apartment as soon as you possibly could. It was sort of embarrassing how sweaty your palms were as you locked up your apartment door and requested an Uber. Luckily your driver came so fast that you didn’t really have time to dwell on just what you were about to do. Even the ride there gave you no time to overthink, as your friendly driver made polite conversation that you felt bad for slacking on.

You stepped out onto the sidewalk after stalling for as long as you possibly could. The breakfast spot was surprisingly unpopulated compared to the rest of the stores, but just as quaint and adorable as you always remembered. Yeonjun used to live over this way so the two of you frequented the family owned restaurant so much that all of the servers knew your order. Your heart felt as if it was permanently stuck in your throat with the knowledge that Yeonjun was just steps away from you. A few bystanders eyed you suspiciously as you tried to work up the courage to enter the building. Fuck it, you thought. There was no way to avoid this any longer.

The hostess working the front stand seemed to notice your nervous disposition. “Can I help you? Just one?” Suddenly the back of your neck felt warm under her questioning.

“Uhm actually, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here.” The hostess nodded politely.

“Oh, can I ask your name? A man here said he was waiting for a girl to come meet him,” she shuffled a menu around on her podium.

“I’m Y/N,’ you supplied meekly. The hostess’ face lit up as she waved to you to follow her further into the restaurant. The layout was familiar even though the decor had evolved over the last few years. At a corner booth sat Yeonjun with his fluffy hair, intently examining the menu as you approached. The hostess announced your arrival and left in the blink of an eye.

“Yeonjun,” you whispered, totally caught off guard by the sight of him actually in front of you. He rushed out of the booth seat and immediately squished you into a tight hug.

“Oh my god,” he laughed, pulling back to examine you once again before you both sat down on the vinyl seats. “I don’t know what to say, I-” he rubbed his hands over his face, “I wasn’t sure you were going to come.” You just stared at him for a second, waiting for the cogs in your brain to start up again.

“I wasn’t sure I was going to come either. But I’m glad I did. I just saw old pictures of us from when we were dating.” It felt so foreign to hear that phrase coming out of your mouth that you almost flinched. Yeonjun’s face softened and he opened his mouth to speak just as your waiter sidled up to the table. He took your orders, and you couldn’t help but realize that you had both ordered your regulars from years ago. Yeonjun picked at his nailbeds for a second. There was so much to talk about that your mind could not settle on a single thing.

“I just wanted to say,” Yeonjun’s voice startled you, “that I’ve missed you a lot. I feel awful about the way we left it, and as soon as I heard we were coming back to the US I had to try and make time to meet you. Unfortunately I only have this one day off so I was hoping you would want to see me too,” he couldn’t contain the smile that grew on his face; the one that hadn’t changed since the last time you ever saw him.

“Of course I wanted to see you, Junnie,” the nickname was automatic and made him crinkle his eyes up happily, “I’ve missed you too.”

It was almost unbelievable how easy it was to fall back into conversation with him. The food was just as good as you always remembered, but it paled totally in comparison to the colorful stories the two of you traded. His were-of course- much more riveting and star studded than yours could ever hope to be. He told you tales of everything from his friends to his late nights practicing, to all of the places he had traveled since going into the company. All you had to offer were some stories of your adventures with family and friends but Yeonjun still listened with rapt attention. The flow of conversation was just as easy as you always remembered it to be. Even through mouthfuls of your breakfast you were having a better time with Yeonjun than you had with anyone else in months.

The waiter came to clear your plates during a natural lull in your conversation and suddenly the magical spell casted on the two of you seemed to lift. Yeonjun’s face was flushed red and you became extremely interested in your cuticles.

“I’ll pay for our food,” he reached for the check that had been placed face down on the table as you scoffed.

“No, I can pay for myself, it’s fine,” you held your hand out expectantly but he never handed over the receipt. Yeonjun’s eyes narrowed.

“No, absolutely not. I’m the one who asked you to meet me here out of the blue after not seeing you for years. And it’s just one day that I’m here. The very least I can do is pay for your meal, Y/N. Don’t you remember what it’s like to have a guy treating you?” He waved down the waiter and handed over the check along with a credit card.

“Well to be fair, I haven’t really had a guy ‘treat me’ in a while,” you grumbled at him, “but that’s an unfair way to guilt me into letting you buy my food.” You were pouting now, you knew. Yeonjun cooed at your change in behavior.

“Too bad. I want to be your complimentary boyfriend for the day. So I’m paying. And you get to pick the next place we go.” There was no way you could argue with him although the thought of him being your “boyfriend” again made your brain set off alarms.

“Okay, Junnie. Just remember you dug your own grave.”

Following breakfast, you drug him into your favorite boutique where the two of you had your own coming of age movie style try on in the dressing rooms. You hated to admit just how well Yeonjun had pulled off every single outfit he put on. Even the bright green button up and cheetah print bucket hat you had picked as a joke looked amazing on him. It was hard to miss the way he had bulked up, arms bulging against the fabric of the shirt as he twisted around in front of the mirror to admire himself. Mentally you slapped yourself. No drooling allowed, Y/N. This was no longer the Yeonjun who was your first love. This Yeonjun was famous and in the eyes of the public, living halfway across the world. There was no way he still thought about you the same way you thought of him.

He had noticed your lapse in behavior and chalked it up to him actually enjoying your prank outfits.

“Awe, it’s okay Y/N. We can go to Goodwill and you can find me something really awful to try on. I promise I’ll look hideous,” he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and guided you towards the cashier with a grin so he could buy the last two items you ever thought he would enjoy. You pushed through your slowly souring mood to dutifully follow Yeonjun to another small shop nearby. Your thoughts were beginning to wander farther and farther until you completely tuned his voice out of your head. A hand ruffling up your hair ended your daydreaming. You grabbed Yeonjun’s hand and yanked it away.

“Leave me alone,” your tone was flatter than you wanted him to hear. His face instantly crumpled in confusion before turning serious. You could tell he wanted to say something to you but the atmosphere of the store was just not right. Pop music was piped through the speakers and you could hear the faint hum of the workers talking to one another. Without another word, Yeonjun guided you out of the store and back out to the front of the store.

“I think we should talk in private. Would you feel comfortable if we went back to your apartment?” Your heart swelled at his consideration of your comfort.

Just one slightly awkward Uber ride later, you were letting Yeonjun into your apartment. Suddenly you were worried about the fact that your bed wasn’t made and that you hadn’t dusted in way too long. Of course he didn’t notice, but as he sat down on your couch you couldn’t help but remember the pizza sauce stain on one of the cushions that you had hidden with a well placed throw pillow.

“C’mon, sit down. This is your home and you’re acting more awkward than I am,” he patted the cushion beside him but you chose to leave an intentional space between you, intimidated by the way he spread his legs out in front of him. “What happened?” His voice was soft and gentle, just the way you remember it from all your late nights and early mornings together.

You sighed. “It’s just weird. You being here, I mean. Before, I just saw you as a boy like the same way I was just a girl. Now I’m still just a girl but you’re,” you struggled for the words, “now you’re an it boy. But you still had my number in your phone. You still chose to use your day off to walk around with me! I guess I just don’t know why.” He was silent, watching you with slightly pouted lips and wide eyes.

“Oh,” your eyes crinkled in shock. Oh? That’s all he had to say? Before you had time to fume, he continued; “I thought it was pretty obvious. I still like you. A ton. Leaving you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. You’ve never been just a girl to me, Y/N. I chose to come see you on my day off because I couldn’t bare the thought of being in your city with free time and not at least trying to make you understand.” You could feel yourself shrinking under his intense gaze.

“Understand what?” you whispered. He leaned closer, eliminating the gap you had created between the two of you. Just inches from your face, you could clearly see the way his sparkling eyes shifted between your own eyes and your lips several times. You knew he was giving you an out. Time to back away and tell him no. But you didn’t want an out. His lips were chapped but just as full as you had always remembered them to be. The first kiss was short and sweet, just a little testing peck as the initial spark lit a larger, raging fire inside of you.

He wasted no time going in for a second kiss, this one much longer and slower and very reminiscent of what you used to share with him. It felt as if he was pulling all of the air from your lungs and replacing it with his own. You felt your dormant feelings leak from the inside out in such a rush that you had to push him away from you. Chest heaving, you laid your head against the solid muscle of his chest. Your eyes burned with unshed tears and all of the thoughts you desperately wanted to spill. Yeonjun stroked your hair and said nothing as you quietly collected yourself.

“It’s been so long. How do you still make me want you so bad?” Yeonjun laughed in a tone that bordered on remorseful.

“Guess I’m magic,” his lips descended on yours again, this time much needier as his hands began to roam all over your body. He kept a strong grip on your hips before sliding a hand up the front of your shirt. You gasped at the feeling.

“Are you okay? I can stop if-“ you shook your head rapidly and wrapped your hand around his wrist to guide him farther up your shirt, resting over your bra.

“I’m fine, please touch me.” He pushed you down against your couch and pressed his weight between your spread legs. Every part of you was on edge, hyper aware of every single movement that Yeonjun made. Mouthing at your neck, using both hands to squeeze at your breasts, the subtle rock of his hips against your center. Jolts of pleasure wracked through you.

“You’re so beautiful. So much more perfect than I even remembered,” Yeonjun stripped your shirt over your head and traced his fingers down your sides. You shivered as he worked his hands behind your back to fumble with the clasp of your bra. You couldn’t help but snort at the scrunched up face of concentration that melted away his dominant facade.

“Need some help?” Trying to bite back your laughter only worked for so long before you turned into a giggly mess under him. He tipped his head back and let out a whine that made your stomach stir in arousal given your situation.

“Don’t laugh, it’s been a long time,” his voice was thicker, deeper than it had been for the rest of the day and only served as a reminder of the tell tale bulge pressed against your inner thigh. Unclasping your own bra was a breeze, but you allowed Yeonjun the pleasure of actually pulling it away from your body. Before you had time to cover yourself up, the boy above you was diving down to press kisses on each breast, paying special attention to your nipples until you were squirming uncontrollably under his weight. He got the message and made short work of your jeans and panties.

“Hold on,” he groaned at the sight of you while he struggled to get off of the couch and strip himself down as quick as possible. He had no shame, and the way you were laying gave you a perfect view of all of the exposed skin. His well built arms and torso flexed underneath his virtually flawless skin. He shucked off his jeans and boxers in one go before eagerly climbing back on top of you. You were at a loss for words at the sight of his body but luckily Yeonjun didn’t mind your silence. He used it to his advantage as he rubbed circles into the meat of your thighs teasingly.

“Jun,” your hips canted upwards and caught on the head of his cock, “please.” You stuck out your bottom lip in a pout and that seemed to break his resolve instantly.

“Okay, fuck. I can’t resist you anymore princess,” he grunted his understanding and weaved his fingers through yours on either side of your head. Slowly, he pushed into you. He bit back moans the whole time, occasionally rocking his hips against you to stimulate your clit as well as he could. Your back arched off of the couch; neck bent at an awkward angle although it was the least of your worries as Yeonjun’s cock was fully sheathed inside of you. Your body was in overdrive; impossibly warm and sensitive even at the smallest roll of his hips.

Instantly you were a needy mess and could only focus on the feeling of Yeonjun’s skin against yours. His name fell from your lips like a prayer as he pinned you down and began to thrust with the kind of intensity you weren’t expecting. Hard thrusts shifted your body underneath his and forced sounds you never heard yourself make from your throat. Yeonjun was just as loud, grunting and moaning at every snap of his hips.

With a slight shift of his weight, he was laying on top of you, totally encasing your body in his presence and burying his nose in the sensitive skin of your shoulder. The new angle forced him even deeper into you and a new wave of pleasure rolled through you. Your inner walls contracted around Yeonjun’s cock as a result and his hips stuttered at the feeling.

“Oh, do that again,” he commanded before biting into the soft skin behind your ear. You followed his orders easily and felt his cock twitch as a reward.

“Fuck, I’m close already, you’re so hot. You made me like this. Shit, princess. I missed you so much,” his thrusts became impossibly faster and deeper, bringing you just moments away from the feeling you were so desperately chasing.

“Jun,” your voice was high and needy, “I need more, I need more,” your words melted into incoherence but he still got the message and dislodged one of his hands from your shared grip to harshly rub at your clit. The touch was absolutely electric. Your eyes rolled back in your head and it only took a few more thrusts from Yeonjun before your vision turned white. You knew you were yelling and whining pathetically but you couldn’t get yourself to stop as he continued drilling into you to prolong your high and chase his own.

As soon as you began to calm down, Yeonjun pulled out. Although you felt painfully empty, your attention shifted immediately to the sight of him working a hand over his cock. He hadn’t given you the time to marvel at him earlier, so you took the opportunity to wonder at the perfect size and curve of his reddened cock, glistening with the sheen of your release. Yeonjun’s voice heightened the faster he moved his hand; swirling his thumb around the tip shakily before he finally released in hot spurts across your body. The sounds he made as he came all over your stomach and chest were nothing short of heavenly. Even through his ragged breaths he called out to you, chanting praise that made your stomach turn in more ways than one.

Despite the messy state of your skin, Yeonjun pulled you upwards and insisted on wrapping you up in a hug. You felt a little disgusted at all the fluids involved but said nothing. The two of you hadn’t really hugged since the day he left. He placed a kiss on your forehead and there was no denying just how tender the action was, especially following the spontaneous sex the two of you had just finished.

“I wasn’t lying, you know. I do like you. I’ve never stopped liking you. I didn’t just say that to have sex with you, I hope you know that. I would say I even love you but…” his voice was raspy from overuse. You stared into his eyes, trying to read the odd mix of emotions swirling in his irises.

“It’s okay, Jun. I know you can’t...with work and everything,” you traced patterns on his bare chest, “I like you too. Even though we’ve found ourselves in a super weird spot here. And I’m happy we, ya know.” Your face was burning at the absurdity of being shy about it when a mere three minutes ago you were begging for him. “And I love that we’re cuddling and everything, and it’s a great moment for us, but I’m cold and sticky,” your nose scrunched involuntarily at the confession. Yeonjun couldn’t hold back the loud laugh that brought you back to every other moment you’d heard it before.

“Guess those things are my fault, huh?” Yeonjun teased, leaning down to place a light kiss onto your nose. You feigned upset but he didn’t buy it. Instead, he wiggled his way off of the couch. You tried your best not to stare at his towering form as you took the hand he held out to you.

“Shower?” He questioned, arching a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you as you stood to your full height. For a second you hesitated, knowing the fondness growing in your heart would only hurt you even more in just a few hours. But you had him for just one day. Why not make the most of it?

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Timmy & Y/N podcast

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on California Sun. Hope you enjoy this new imagine. I was inspired by listening to podcasts so I decided to write one about if timmy had a podcast with y/n. I’m also thinking about making this a series which will basically will just be them talking about different topics. Send in requests if you like. Anyways hope you’ve had a lovely day and enjoy reading. 💕

Warning: Mentions of sex, fluff, cuss words

Word Count: 1692

Update Part 2 OUT NOW!

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During quarantine you had been quarantining with Timothée your Manhattan apartment. Which you were very grateful that had already been living together. You both laid in bed cuddling each other and your two bunnies that you had recently adopted right before lockdown.

“What if we did start a podcast I mean we have more than enough time on our hands. Plus, we can donate the money to Charities. And it will let us be more connected to everyone. I’ve already talked to my team and they think it’s a great idea. So, I’m a go.”

You looked over completely at him having the biggest smile on your face. “Wait you’re being serious right now?! I mean you know this is what I’ve been wanting and talking about for some time now.”

A couple of days later

Timmy had just finish setting up all the podcast equipment.

“Okay so I’ll post about this podcast on my twitter and Instagram and you can post on your socials.”

“Sounds perfect.”

You walked out to the balcony and started posting on Twitter and Instagram saying that you’ll be starting a podcast with Timmy soon to be able to raise more money apart from what you’re already able to donate. You walked back into the room and saw Timmy sitting down ready to record. You sat down next to him and put on headphones. Timmy started recording.

“Hey guys it’s Timothée.”

“And Y/N, and welcome to the podcast.”

“We’re live from New York. So, I know many of you are probably very confused right now on why we’re starting a podcast out of nowhere. Mainly because we’re both pretty private people. But we know we’re going through hard times so we wanted to raise money for charity so we are able to donate more.”

“Yes, this is all for a very good cause plus we thought it’d be a good time to connect with you guys since that’s what you’ve all been asking for so we’re now finally going to deliver. Also thank you for getting us trending on twitter.”

“Well this mainly going to just be a co-existing podcast so don’t expect much from us. But I do want to thank you all for being overall pretty respectful about my relationship with Y/N.”

“A lot of you have been wondering how Timmy and I meet. That was about 5 years ago we meet out in Seattle which was basically destiny because as you know neither of us live or have lived in Seattle. We were there randomly traveling I was with my best friend and Timmy was there with his sister Pauline.”

“Yea I was there with Pauline since she was out there doing a film she was working on at the time. I was basically dragged there because I didn’t want to go not because I didn’t want to be with Pauline but because I had some stupid party. And honestly, I don’t even know why I wanted to go I mean I didn’t even know the people who were hosting it I just heard about it through Ansel. But anyways getting back on track Pauline convinced me and I ended up going with her to Seattle.”

“So, if you’re listening thank you Pauline thank you for dragging your stubborn brother along.”

“Hey I’m not stubborn…” You let out a chuckle “Okay okay maybe I am a little stubborn.”

“We basically met through Pauline because she saw me at some restaurant and I guess loved my look for her film which I don’t know why. But she took me over to the hotel she was staying at to talk about the film and then Timmy comes into the room and he basically was just staring at me the entire time.”

“I mean what do you expect I was just coming back from eating at some small shop in Pike Place Market and I walk into my hotel room and see a stunning woman.”

“Honestly Timmy was not scared to talk to me at all. He was very upfront well we both were.”

“I mean I don’t really believe in playing hard to get I mean what’s the point in that if you like each other go for it you’re not going to win anything for it.”

“So, after that we became friends pretty quickly we got into a serious relationship.”

“I mean I knew I wanted to be with you since the moment I walked into the hotel and I didn’t want to waste precious time or risk losing you to some dude.” You were blushing bright red being touched by his sweet words.

“Okay so now that you basically know how we met I’m going to look at some questions that I screenshotted and ask to Timmy.” You turned on your phone and looked at the questions.

Username1: Why was your relationship so private for quite some time.

“Well at the time I was starting off as an actor we were already very serious. But at the time I honestly thought it wasn’t that important. Our relationship was an if you know you know situation. And we could have stayed like that for a longer time but about a year ago or two I really started to blow up everyone was seeing my work which I will forever be grateful for don’t get me wrong. But the reason I decided to confirm it publicly was because Y/N was getting a lot of hate and death threats. And I of course didn’t want to cause any more pain to her. I mean I’m madly in love with this girl, I don’t want to be the reason for her unsafety and pain. But I’m grateful that once I confirmed everything, things started to calm down. Y/N was no longer seen in a bad light or some random girl.”

“Those were very tough times but I always had Timmy with me so it made things bearable. And once people starting seeing me for me I gained a lot of love, support, and respect which is more than I expected that I’d get but I’m grateful that I did.”

Timmy grabbed your phone and read out the next question

Username2: What relationship advice do you give?

“Well firstly I think it’s very important to have trust. Don’t build your relationship on lies that’s a horrible foundation. I mean Timmy knows basically everything about me and likewise. I’ll be peeing and he’ll be shaving there’s no boundaries in our relationship really. We tell everything to each other we’re very close.”

“Definitely trust is important in a relationship but I know what I’m going to say isn’t going to be the best advice but personally for me I knew Y/N was who I’d wanted to be with. I mean within a month into our relationship I knew I wanted to move on with her, marry her, and start a family. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you can see all that with the person you’re seeing then you have a good relationship.”

“Here’s another one”

Username3: How often should you have sex in relationships?

You quickly became very quiet so Timothée took over the question.

“I’ll probably only be answering this question since Y/N is over here blushing. But it has a simple answer whenever you both feel like having sex. If you both want it, then you’re good and one if you don’t then you’re not good why because consent is everything.”

“I mean if you want to fuck then fuck there’s not much stopping you.”

“Look at y/n finally joining the conversation but yup in conclusion have sex whenever you both want to.”

Username4: Do you guys want any kids?

“Funny thing so we recently got bunnies two to be exact we named them clouds and moon. So, he’s seen my motherly side and this has caused him to constantly be like Y/N let’s have a baby. And of course, I want to have kids but right now is not the best time to have kids.”

“Well I know it’s not the best times but I really do want kids and I always have and always will want kids. I know kids isn’t for everyone but it is something we both want so no worries it’s just we need to get timing right.”

“I think that this will be the end for this episode we will have more episodes coming out soon of course. So, thank you to everyone who stuck around and put up with this. We promise we’ll get better at this so don’t worry.”

Timmy turned off the recording equipment and put it all away.

You walked over and sat on your bed your back resting on the headboard. You got onto Instagram and went live.

“Hey guys Timmy and I just finished recording the first episode to our podcast which we’ll be naming Timmy & Y/N I know pretty original of us. But we’re excited for this new journey. So, for the next couple of hours we’ll be editing and then our podcast will be posted onto all the places where you can listen to podcasts.” Timmy was laying his head on your shoulder being silent reading all the comments.

Username5: Hi loves hope you’re both staying safe

Username6: Timothée what do you think about tik tik

Username7: Are you guys going to join tik tok

Username8: You know I’m going to watch all these episodes

Username9: Finally you show your face Timmy. Thank you Y/N

“Hey everyone thanks for all the support I promise I’ll be more active don’t worry.”

“But that’s all we’ll say for now it’s starting to get late we’re getting take out from a local restaurant tonight. Don’t forget support all your local businesses in these crazy times. Much love to everyone stay safe.”

“Bye everyone I’ll maybe go live later I’ll think about it.”

Username10: You better go live Timmy we’re starving over here

Username11: Timmy & Y/N content is the only thing that’s keeping me going

You ended the live and put your phone on your nightstand.

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quiet-onset · 4 years

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Leave a Message

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mainly fluff, the tiniest dash of angst, written in 30 min a few weeks ago so not really edited lol

A/N: The wi-fi at my job SUCKS, I’ve been trying to upload this for half an hour!!! Anyways, here’s the first fic, I hope you enjoy!! The second one will be posted as soon as I finish the last scene (given the wi-fi decides to cooperate)

Ring.

“Hey, it’s Y/N! Can’t make it to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as so— No, bad boy, not on the carpet!”

Beep.

“Hey, uh, it’s Steve. We met at the bookstore the other day. I just wanted to give you a call and um… see if you were interested in dinner, maybe? With me? Obviously, Steve, who else? I’m not great at these things, but I’d really like to spend time with you. Just, uh, give me a call when you can. Bye.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Hey. It’s Y/N. I was just calling to tell you that I had a great time last night. I know you’re stressing because we saw a bad movie, but that just means we have tons of things to make fun of. But, really, I’d love to go out with you again, Steve. I had fun. Yeah, so uh, I’ll hopefully talk to you later. Bye.”

—

Ring.

“Hey, it’s Y/N! Can’t make it to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as so— No, bad boy, Duke! Not on the carpet!”

Beep.

“So, I know I’m late, but I swear I have a good reason. Try Tony Stark and prototype testing in the same sentence. Practically destroyed his workshop. But, I am ten minutes out, so I hope you’re using this time to practice your bowling skills ‘cause I am not taking it easy on you just ‘cause it’s our second date. Alright, see you in a few.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Guess I just missed you. I am down the block from what I assume is our new lunch spot. By the way, I brought Duke with me, so we should probably eat outside. Ever since our run-in at the park, I can tell he’s been dying to see you again. Oh, I was also thinking that maybe you could come with me to that book signing next week. Let me know. Oh, I see you. I’m hanging up now, call me later.”

—

Ring.

“Hey, it’s Y/N! Can’t make it to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as so— No, bad boy, Duke! Not on the carpet!”

Beep.

“You have got to change your voicemail, sweetheart. I don’t think the world needs to know about Duke’s accident on your carpet. Anyways, Tony is having this event, a gala or something. We’ve been, ya know, going steady for a few months now, so I wanted to know if you’d go with me. Be my date. I have no doubt you’d be breaking necks in there. I’d take care of anything you need, if you’re okay with that. Think about it, let me know. I’ll see you Tuesday for our lunch date. Change your voicemail.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“A few things. First of all, that’s the first time you ever called me sweetheart, and I wasn’t even there? That’s just rude of you. Second, Duke happens to love my voicemail. It is cute and quirky. I thought you liked that about me. Third, going steady? You’re adorable. Fourth, of course I’ll go to the gala with you, you dork. But I’m renting a dress, not buying. Gown prices are ridiculous. We should coordinate though! Have matching outfits and stuff, it’d be cute! Come over to my place and we can talk colors. Next time I see you, you better call me sweetheart. Talk soon, bye.”

—

Ring.

“Hey, it’s Y/N! Can’t make it to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you as so— No, bad boy, Duke! Not on the carpet!”

Beep.

“I’d just like to reiterate from last night that your voicemail is cute and quirky, and I do like that about you. I just think Duke might be a little embarrassed when he finds out that everyone knows he shat on your carpet. But hey, it’s your voicemail, sweetheart. Oh, by the way, I just put in for time off at SHIELD so we can take that trip up to the cabin I was telling you about. It was supposed to be a surprise, but Sam told me he let it slip. I’ll kill him later. It’s you and me, alone for a week, sweetheart. Get packing, I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Don’t roll your eyes, but it’s seven-thirty, and I’m not ready. I can’t find my hiking boots to save my life, and Duke is refusing to move off the couch. Maybe you can get him to move, he somehow likes you better than the woman who raised him from infancy! I’m trying to guilt him off the couch. It’s not working. Oh, there they are! Now my feet won’t fall off when you decide it's a great day for a thirty mile hike. And of course, you’re early. I see you in the driveway, so I’m gonna stop talking to your voicemail now. Bye.”

—

Ring.

“Let it be known that Steven Grant Rogers thought I was embarrassing my dog with my last voicemail, so this is my new voicemail where I, instead, embarrass Steven Grant Rogers. Leave a message!”

Beep.

“I guess I asked for that. So, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m going out of town. SHIELD needs me and Sam on some reconnaissance mission, and we leave tomorrow. It’s only supposed to be two weeks, but I promise when I get back, it’s you, me, and a movie marathon, deal? Gotta go. Kiss Duke for me.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Two weeks? You’re leaving me alone for two whole weeks? Whatever will I do without my big, strong teddy bear by my side? I’m kidding, but I’m gonna miss you, babe. I feel like we’ve seen each at least once a week since we started dating. Maybe we’re due for some time apart. I’m definitely taking you up on that movie marathon though. And maybe some other activities, too. Ya know, doing the do. Bumping uglies. Laying the ol’ pipe. I’m going to stop now before you break up with me. Duke says hi, we can’t wait to see you!”

—

Ring.

“Let it be known that Steven Grant Rogers thought I was embarrassing my dog with my last voicemail, so this is my new voicemail where I, instead, embarrass Steven Grant Rogers. Leave a message!”

Beep.

“Sweetheart, do me a favor and never say any of those things ever again, okay? Look, Sam and I got back early, but our cover was blown, so I’m a little bruised up. As long as you’re okay with seeing me like that, I can still drop by. If you want. But I totally get if you don’t want me to. You’ve never seen… Well, you’ve seen Steve. Not Captain America. So just let me know, and I’ll, uh, plan accordingly. Talk later, bye.”

—

Ring.

“It’s Steve, leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Beep.

“Steve, stop being so stubborn and come back. I know what it looked like, alright? Me stepping back after you told me that I’d never seen that part of you. I get how sketchy that was, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to hurt you anymore than you already were. You were right. I don’t know how to deal with bruises and cuts and blood. But I can learn. I will learn for you. I love both parts of you, Steve. Just come back, okay?”

—

Ring.

“Let it be known that Steven Grant Rogers thought I was embarrassing my dog with my last voicemail, so this is my new voicemail where I, instead, embarrass Steven Grant Rogers. Leave a message!”

Beep.

“Hmm. Talk about a confession. You don’t have to apologize, I was just scared. I try to keep my lives so separate — you from Cap, my relationship from SHIELD. But, you’re right, I shouldn’t think like that. I’m Steve Rogers and Captain America, and I shouldn’t hide either of them from you. I’m on my way back now, okay. And I bought ice cream as a peace offering. Better say you love me when you see me next, or I’ll beat you to it. See you soon.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve x reader #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #syd writes

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leilakisakabiri · 5 years

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I Only Want You (d.d)

SUICIDE HOTLINE: 1-800-273-8255

REQUESTED: I really hope you like this, if not let me know and i’ll make another one.

plot: the reader lets a few comments believe she isn’t good enough for David.

SEND REQUESTS

warning: angst, insecurity, hate comments,

word count: [ 1697 ]

“I don't want somebody like you. I only want you”

You hated yourself for doing this. For getting sucked down the rabbit hole of hurtful messages and insults, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

You read the same comment over and over, eyes glazed over as you engraved it in your brain, “You’re honestly such a big waste of human life. Honest to god you don’t deserve David in your life, he’s way too good for you, you’re just holding him back, everyone can see in the vlogs that every time Y/N is near David he looks so uncomfortable. She should just be selfless for once and disappear. Everyone would be better off without her in their lives, especially David.”

You let out a quiet sob as you stared at the message, you felt hopeless. You had known the second you had started dating David that the hate would be insane, however, you had not expected that even after a year of you two dating and three years after David and Liza broke up, the hate would still be a daily occurrence, flooding your dm’s constantly. Everyone loved David and Liza, and everyone hated David and Y/N, or the rebound as they liked to call her.

You scrolled through the comments soaking in all the nasty remarks as you went, god why were you such a pussy?

You shut off your phone, tossing it on the bed next to you. You harshly rubbed at your face, trying to get the tears to stop. You looked around your bedroom, everywhere you looked all you could see was David. His clickbait sweatshirt lay on the floor from when he came over a couple of days ago, a picture of you two sat atop your dresser, both of your smiles wide as you posed at the beach, a velvet box with the ring David gave you for your one year anniversary rested on your desk. Reaching over you grabbed the box and opened, watching as the sunlight hit the ring making it glisten.

You chewed on your lip. a sense of dread filling you the longer you stared at the ring. They were right. David was too good for you.

You bitterly chuckled to yourself. He was a successful millionaire while you were just a broke college student, struggling to make ends meet. While he got you, Cartier, all you could afford to give him was a shitty Target gift card, and you hated that. David deserved so much better than that, he deserved to be showered in all the luxuries, and unfortunately for you, you couldn’t give him that.

You felt yourself go numb as you realized what you had to do.

This wasn’t about how you felt, this was about ensuring that David was happy. If there was one good thing that you wanted to come out of your life it was that at least you made the boy you loved happy. You weren’t going to be selfish anymore.

Standing up you grabbed your keys and headed out the door towards David’s house, somehow you had gone from sobbing hysterically to feeling oddly calm.

You arrived soon after and let out a sigh of relief when you saw no cars parked in the driveway. You opened the door to his house with your spare key and walked inside, the nostalgia hitting you immediately, Even though you had only been here a couple of days ago it felt different now, it reminded you of the past, not the future. There wasn’t a future here for you anymore

You passed the living room and were reminded of all the times you and David had laid on the cloud couch, him editing while you did your school work, or when you watched horror movies together, David screaming in fear but still pretending to act manly to impress you.

As you opened his bedroom door you were reminded of the sweeter, more private memories, like when you told him you loved him for the first time, hands shaking and heart beating violently against your chest, or when you lay in bed together on rainy nights, the lightning from outside illuminating Davids features with your limbs tangled together as you talked about whatever was on your mind.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts and started collecting your things from his room, removing all traces of you. Once you were finished you quietly made exited his room taking one last glance before you shut the door.

You almost dropped your bin of things when someone called out to you,

“Y/N?”

You spun around and found Joe staring at you quizzingly, “What you got there?”

You roughly swallowed, opening your mouth to say something but no words came out, “I-uh-uh I um didn’t know anyone was going to be here.”

Joe shrugged, “Ya I just came to grab my laptop, left it here yesterday. What are you doing?”

You nodded your head, shifting your weight from foot to foot, “I-uh uhm nothing.”

Joe raised your eyebrow at you playfully, “Really? Then what’s in the bin?” he said pulling it from your grasp before you could object.

His face scrunched together before he looked up at you, a serious look plastered on his face, “What’s going on Y/N? Did you and David have a fight? Why are you taking all your stuff?”

You suddenly felt like you were two again being yelled at for spilling juice on the carpet. You shrunk into yourself and your voice came out small, “We didn’t have a fight, not yet anyway.”

“Then why...” Joe started to question you more but you had you didn’t want to answer anymore of his questions, “Bye Joe.” you called out, willing yourself not to cry in front of him.

You walked past him and got into your car, glancing up at Davids house one last time. This is it. You weren’t going to turn back this time.

Hours later, and you had gone through multiple cycles of tears, eerie calmness and then nostalgia. You had finally started to drift off to sleep when you heard loud frantic knocks on your door, confused, you got up and swung the door open ready to swear off the person behind the door, however, your words got stuck in your throat as you realized who was standing in front of you, David.

Before you could say anything he pushed past you, running his hands through his disheveled hair, “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Goddamnit Y/N,” his voice was wavering now, “Joe called me this morning panicking because he told me he saw you take all your stuff from my house and leave, and then he asked if we had a fight and I didn’t think we did so I-I didn’t know what to do. So I came here.”

You were still in shock that he was here, “You flew all the way from Chicago to come to talk to me?”

He looked at you, his voice softening as he took you in, “Of course I did, I love you.”

You sat on your couch, glancing up at him, “Do you though?”

Now it was his turn to look shocked and within a second he was sitting on the couch next to you, pulling you into his arms, “Of course I love you, I love you so much, you mean the world to me.”

You sighed falling into his embrace, willing yourself not to do what you were about to, but the words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them, “I think we should break up.”

You felt his arms loosen around you, and you halfheartedly pulled out of his embrace, “Whaa- Why? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong? I- I thought everything was good.”

You felt your heartstrings pull as you watched the boy in front of you slowly break, but you needed him to know that it was you not him. “No, you didn’t do anything. It’s all me.”

He huffed, “Oh don’t give me that bullshit Y/N, why are you actually breaking up with me?”

You swallowed, you could always lie so easily but somehow David could always see right through it, “I think you should go.”

He started shaking his head rapidly no, as you pulled him up and led him towards the door, “please, please, please don’t do this, I love you, I want to be with you, Y/N please, at least tell me why.”

You felt yourself start to cry as you watched David beg, why did doing the right thing have to hurt so much?

You watched him step into the hallway, head held low, your hands shook as you closed the door after him and at the last second you heard him whisper, “Why wasn’t I good enough for you?”

Your body froze, you couldn’t let him believe that he wasn’t good enough for you when the truth was that he was too good for you.

Noticing that the door still hadn’t shut fully, David pushed it open slightly to see you sitting on the wood floor near the door, legs pressed to your chest, you looked up at him, “I’m not too good for you, you’re too good for me. You deserve so much more than I can give you, you would just be better off without me.”

David sunk down on his knees, his hands gently grabbing your face forcing you to look at him, “Hey, I’m not too good for you okay, I don’t want anyone else. Fuck Y/N, I don’t even want somebody like you, I only want you.”

As you stared into David’s eyes you felt so stupid, the love for you was evident and you couldn’t believe you had let some nasty comment come between you two.

You felt yourself fall into him, the sobs racking through both your bodies, “I’m so sorry, I love you, I just let some things get to my head,” you hiccuped.

He let out a small laugh and then brought you flush against his chest rocking you both back and forth, you could hear his heart beating erratically against his chest and you felt a small smile grace your features, he really did love you.

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noeliareads · 5 years

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Penpaling Chapter 1

October, 2017.

“Mom! Did I get any letters yet?” You asked, opening the front door.

“No honey. Sorry.” You murmured an ‘ok’. It was a long day so you made yourself a cup of tea before retiring to your room.

You’ve been waiting for letters to arrive for almost a month. At least one would have arrived by then. You were recently intrigued with penpal letters by watching YouTube videos on them. One month ago you logged onto your Tumblr account and made an infinite amount of posts requesting penpals. You even went out to buy stationery, stickers and everything you can imagine to decorate them and make them look pretty. So far you’ve sent but not yet received.

***

“Oi Felix, you coming or not?” Chan settled himself on the chair of his studio as he stared at Felix who was playing on his phone. He eventually sat beside his friend and started at the computer screen.

“Are we really doing this?”

“Sure, why not?”

Tumblr, a magical and equally scary place that is the home of many fangirls. At least that’s the side they saw. After their first tumblr experience, Felix and Chan liked to go on Tumblr and see if there were any fans watching their survival show and hopefully rooting for them to debut. There were a lot. One day, Chan logged onto his account and began to randomly read posts. He encountered a post called “Penpals?”. He was intrigued.

***

“Penpals?”

Hello! My name is Arizona, I am 20 years old and I am looking for a penpal…

Tags: penpal, kpop penpal, kpop

***

Bang Chan was definitely intrigued by this. He never had a penpal before and what better than someone who didn’t know and never will know who he is. So, he did it. He messaged that person and made sure she knew that he was a safe person to write to. He didn’t want her to give her address to random strangers. But wait, is it just a letter? He looked for ideas and decided on sending her a care package with a few Korean things like snacks, face masks and some cute stationary for her to keep. This was probably the only time he was going to send it anyway. Before he sent it, he made sure to put a fake name on his dorm address. From her tumblr page he knew that she had no idea who they were. She was more into RnB and older generations.

***

Arizona dozed off in her music history class, as always. “Why do I need a degree?” She thought. It’s just a piece of paper and a lot of debt. Eventually, her class finished and she did what she does every single Friday, look for her best friend Nick, sit in their local coffee shop, start their homework and plan their next week. They did that, every single Friday.

“Any luck yet” Nick asked as edited his class notes.

“Yeah! I got one from Australia on Monday and one from Tennessee on Wednesday!” Arizona was ecstatic when she saw the letters in her mailbox. She read them twice and she put the letters and everything in a beautiful velvet box her mother used to have. The tea she received from her Aussie penpal? She drank it.

“I really don’t know how you do it”.

“Do what?”

“Have the patience to write letters and decorate them”. She laughed.

“You just have to be into it. Just like you’re into English, unlike me”.

After a good 2 hours they both headed home. Arizona left her bag in the living room and headed over to the kitchen to help her mother make dinner.

“Honey, did you order anything?” Her mother asked.

“Not that I know of. Why?” Her mother, Clara, nodded her head towards the kitchen table where a box sat. It was a decent sized box. Did she order something? She sat down at the table and examined the box. It did come from Asia for sure because of the mailing information but she was sure she didn’t order anything. Maybe she accidentally clicked order on yesstyle the last time she was on the site. She looked at the sender’s name: Bang Jin Ho. Who was that? Then she remembered the conversation she had with someone from South Korea on Tumblr. ‘Oh shit!’ She thought.

“Mom, I’ll be right back!” She grabbed the box and ran to her room. Her heart was beating fast. She didn��t think he would send her something, maybe a letter, but a big box? She jumped on her bed and began to open it. AGH! She couldn’t. She was too excited.

‘Breathe Arizona. Breathe.’ She took a deep breath and finally opened the box. Shocked is a small word for what she felt.

‘’Did I order a Korean subscription box?” She said out loud. A letter in a blue envelope was the first thing she noticed but, she wanted to save the letter for last so she set it aside.

The first thing she saw was a couple of face masks, Korean face masks. Let me say this again. Korean face masks. Do you know how much these cost online + shipping or in the store? Like 5 dollars each! Anyway she was extremely surprised, there was also a box of.. tea? She obviously couldn’t read Korean. There were two packets of dried seaweed. ‘Oh! I have to try that.’ There was also a mug…. Arizona almost fainted. It was a pink mug that said Girls Generation. Her favorite gg’s! There are more things?! ‘How much money did he spend?’ She thought. There were 3 packs of ramen with different flavors and level of spiciness and oh my lord… so much stationary. ‘Did he buy the whole store?’

Her hands dropped onto her lap as she stared towards the wall. He did this for her. Shipping must have been expensive as hell. She suddenly felt bad. What if he was in a tight spot and needed the money? Did she seem very eager to know about his culture? Oh no. What is he was a sugar daddy?! She didn’t want one! She shook the image out of her head to keep focusing on her task. There were two things left; a pair of bamboo chopsticks and a beautiful bookmark with a golden temple which she immediately put in the book she was currently reading.

She was touched, extremely touched. She put everything back with care and grabbed the letter. Her name was written in neat handwriting.

Dear Arizona, I have to be really honest with you. I’ve never really written a letter before, much less a handwritten on. So you’re the lucky first. I hope this package doesn’t have any problems getting to you. I also hope you liked everything in it. As you may know, I am from South Korea! These are some things from here that I really hope you like. The tea that is inside is Yuja-cha tea, you just stir it in hot water. I know you like SNSD so I included the mug. Oh! I wish I could’ve sent you Soju but I don’t think customs would’ve liked that and I know the legal age in America is 21.

As you also know, my name is Jinho. I am 20 years old and I love music and dancing. I grew up in Australia but moved to Korea because of my dad’s job. I am new to the whole penpaling thing so I really don’t know what else to write about. I do want to recommend you some songs. I know you don’t listen to a lot of newer kpop but here are the songs that I personally like:

Likey by Twice

Be Lazy by Day 6

You Are by Got7

Matryoshka by 3racha (they are soundcloud rappers. I recently discovered them and they’re really good)

I think I’ll end this here. I live in a rented house with a couple of my friends and we are going out to dinner as a group and they are being extremely noisy and I should get ready. I uh, should go. Bye! I hope you have a lovely day and days until you hear from me again. That is if I hear from you again. It was nice writing to you! Bye!

Jinho.

Arizona was smiling ear to ear. Again, she really didn’t expect this gesture. She made a mental note to write down a list in order to send him a few things and to pick up a few more shifts at work. Shipping will be expensive as hell but it’s the least she could do.

Hey guys this is chapter 1. It’s not that great so I hope you like it. I don’t know how many chapters it will be but I do know that it’s going to be a quick and short story.

#stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #imagines #bang chan #stray kids #bang chan imagine #bang chan imagines #i suck at writing but here it is #penpaling #australia #south korea #america #united states #kpop #kpop imagine #requests open #bang chris #chris bang #christopher bang

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A Bird’s Game [Bucky x Reader] Oneshot

Summary: Bucky thinks you deserve to have a break, but your stubborn ass refuses. What else can he do besides make a bet?

Warnings/Themes: Profanity and goddamn fluff

Author’s Note: Just a quick little word blurb I did because why not? Has not been checked for fluency/errors.

Last Chapter

Buy me a Ko-fi?

One thing about being an Avenger that no one tells you about: there was a shit-ton of paperwork after every mission, and whoever took part in that mission had to fill it all out.

If you knew that reports were a part of the package, you never would have agreed. Saving lives was great and all, but was it worth it?

You sit at your desk, one hand scribbling away while the other holding your head up.

“February 23rd….Leipzig, Germany….Base 459….” you murmur to yourself, hoping that you’ll stay awake by being vocal.

When a hand suddenly claps your shoulder, all drowsiness is thrown out the window. You nearly fall off the chair, screaming bloody murder.

When you turn around, you see a smug Bucky Barnes, clad in low-hanging sweats and a tight black t-shirt. You realize you’ve been staring, and you lower your head in embarrassment. If he caught you, he doesn’t say anything.

“What the fuck, Barnes? Don’t you know better than to sneak up on people post-mission?” you ask, dragging a hand over your face tiredly.

“Take a break, Sweetheart,” he suggests, holding the back of your chair and leaning in.

“I already did. I need to get this done.”

“A shower isn’t a break. It’s mandatory,” Bucky scoffs. “Come downstairs for a movie or something. That isn’t due until tomorrow night.”

“Ugh, no. The sooner I get it done, the sooner I can just do nothing.”

He pouts childishly, tilting his head to the side like a goddamn puppy. “What am I gonna do with the bowl of popcorn I made and the two glasses of wine I poured out?”

“You’re a supersoldier with super metabolism,” you roll your eyes, swiveling back around. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Just before your pen touches the carbon copy, Bucky yanks your chair back, causing you to yelp once more. “Holy shit, I’m going to stab you.”

“It’s been 5 hours, [Y/N]. Just give yourself a little rest before you die here from exhaustion.”

“You’re relentless,” you groan, to which he smiles sheepishly at.

You’re not entirely sure when or how your friendship formed with the man. In fact, knowing how stand-offish he was at first, you didn’t think you’d ever interact with him. Yet, here you are a year later. People even say you two were attached at the hip with how well you knew each other. You were pretty sure you were harboring a massive crush on him too, but that’s a detail you won’t let slip.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in your head and you hum in thought. “Tell ya what, let’s have a race.”

His eyebrows shoot up eagerly at the promise of getting you out of this dreadful room. “Terms and conditions?”

“If I win, I can go back to doing this boring office job shit without you scaring the daylights outta me.”

He grins. “And if I win, you have to come watch Haunting of Hill House with me because I’m a bitch baby and I can supervise to make sure you’re relaxing.”

“Watching a horror show is hardly relaxing,” you mutter. When he gives you a simple shrug, you hop onto your feet and cross your arms over your chest. “Okay. We finish at the front entrance. No elevators allowed.”

He waits at your door and trying to get a fair start, you squeeze in beside him. It was a fairly wide entrance but holy shit were Bucky’s shoulders wide. He chuckles in amusement as you elbow him in the side to make room. “We could’ve started out in the hall.”

“Fuck you Barnes, I race however I want.” You won’t admit that it was an excuse to be so close to him.

“The mouth on this one,” he teases. “Whenever you’re ready.” “Three….two….one --”

Bucky bolts ahead, shoving you back lightly with his metal arm for the extra time.

You sputter in shock and chase after him. “You’re a coward, Barnes!”

He snickers, heading for the stairs. “Can’t take chances! You didn’t say anything about cheating!”

“Hello, what?! It’s fucking inferred you don’t cheat!”

“Sorry, suddenly I can’t hear,” Bucky states, throwing open the door. He sends you one quick glance, smirking as you spring toward him. “See you at the bottom, Doll.”

As soon as the door shuts, you slow to a stop. You definitely cannot outrun a supersoldier. His stamina was too high. What the hell were you thinking?

Looking around, you stop at the nearest air-vent and smirk.

If he was gonna play dirty, so were you.

Pulling out the grate, you dive right in, thanking the heavens that these tunnels were huge.

It’s cold in here, but it’s worth it. You’ve already managed to jump down two levels, and hanging out with Clint gave you the benefit of navigating this maze.

“It’s kinda funny how she thinks she can beat me. It’s cute.”

You freeze and backtrack to the nearest grate. Down below, you can see the meeting room. Bucky leans against the table, sipping a cup of coffee and talking to Steve, who shakes his head in amusement.

How the fuck did he make it down here so fast?

Your eyebrows furrow before turning back towards the tunnels and crawling as fast as you can to the next drop. Whatever, if he was gonna fool around, he was getting left behind. You can’t wait to see his smirk drop when you beat him.

Two more drops, Six more to go. You crawl past a crawl-space and jump at the sound of shuffling, slamming your head against the top. Groaning in pain, you rub it. Tears prick the corner of your eyes. “Oh, what the hell?”

“Oh hey, Twinkle Toes,” Clint calls out from the space, holding up his half-eaten chocolate bar. “How’s it hanging?”

“Clint, what are you doing?” you mutter in annoyance.

“Excuse me, you’re in my domain,” he states. He feigns a tough demeanor, pointing an accusing finger. “And don’t you forget it.” When you roll your eyes, he breaks, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m hiding from Sam.”

“Another prank?”

“Maybe…..anyway, what are YOU doing since you wanna be nosey?”

You jerk your head towards the other end of the tunnel. “Racing Barnes.”

“Oh, you slick cheater.”

“He cheated first!”

Clint for a moment turns toward the grate he’d been leaning on. It faces out into the hallway of Tony’s lab. “Well, you better cheat more, your boy’s running faster than Usain Bolt.” Just as he speaks, Bucky charges past like a bull, barely breaking a sweat.

“Shit!” You continue on, yelling down the vent on the way out. “Bye Clint!”

“They grow up so fast,” you hear him say as you hop down another level.

Level five was an office floor and you’re utterly confused to hear Bucky chatting away with yet another person. You peer out a grate to find him beet-red. He stops to help a lady pick up a stack of papers she dropped.

“I’m so sorry,” he winces. “I didn’t see you.”

As she laughs and brushes him off, you snicker to yourself. He may have been quick and tough, but he was clumsy as hell.

“I’m uhh...racing.”

“In -- across the tower? No offense, but who’re you racing exactly?” she asks, pointing behind him.

“She’s failing miserably,” he shrugs. “She’ll be down any minute. Anyway, I gotta go!” You watch as he nearly runs into her again but misses her by a hair. He must really be unaware of how big he is.

Level four and you’re surprised to not hear nor see Bucky. It was the gym and it was an easy sprint across the mats considering how empty it was.

Level three and also no Bucky. You were beginning to grow suspicious. He had definitely gone down the stairs when you passed by two drops ago. Was he just dicking around on the staircase?

You can’t help but screech to a halt in the middle of level two. You hear the drumming of metal on metal and when you look out, you see Bucky tapping his fingers against the kitchen island, reading a page out of the newspapers.

“How the fu--” You clap your hands over your mouth and pull back when you notice him glance up.

After calming your beating heart, you peer back out only to find him gone again, the papers left on the table.

He was so fucking with you.

Hoping he doesn’t reach the bottom of the steps, you finally hop down to the first level.

He steps out the door and freezes and you observe as he looks around curiously.

Probably trying to find a way to parkour to the end, you think.

Well, while he thinks, you waste no time. You pry open a grate that leads you behind the main desk.

The attendant, Wyatt, gives you one deadpanned look before turning back around as if he saw nothing. He’s used to superheroes flying downstairs or walking through walls. An air vent? Just an average day.

You give throw him a grin before running straight to the front door.

Looking around, you realize that Bucky isn’t anywhere near it.

You fist pump the air, clearly proud of yourself.

But something was off. Knowing Bucky, he should be here any second, but it’s been quite a few minutes. You look around, clearly unable to find him in the sea of the bustling crowd.

You wonder if he was still back at the stairs or if he just ditched you down here.

Only one way to find out.

You give Wyatt a lock-and-key motion over your mouth and he returns it without an ounce of enthusiasm. Clambering back up the vent, you start crawling to the middle only to come face to face with Bucky Barnes.

For the second time today, your soul leaves your body and you screech in surprise. “BUCKY HOLY FUCK”

“I haven’t had sex in a while, I don’t know if it’s THAT good.” His grin is cocky but he looks absolutely ridiculous in these tunnels with how large he is. “Anyways, hi! I was waiting for you at the front but you took a while so I decided to wait here instead.”

“There’s no way.”

He struggles to pull out his phone from his back pocket. When he does, he unlocks it and a video of him pops up, waiting around at the exit with a bored look on his face. The timestamp confirms that it was indeed today, not too long ago. You’re sure Bucky knows little-to-none when it came to video-editing or photoshop.

“Okay, please tell me how the hell you managed that when I had my eye on you from the vents?!” You glare daggers. “And how did you know I was here?”

“DId you really have your eyes on me? The entire time? Doubt it,” he says. His eyes glint with mischief. “And you’re not very quiet up here. I heard you yell at Barton.”

“I’m a failure,” you grumble dramatically.

“Yes you are, now let’s go. My popcorn’s goin’ stale.”

Bucky drops down first, catching you easily in arms and allowing you to climb around him like a monkey until he’s carrying you on his back.

“I still have no idea how you got down here before me.”

“Baby, I’m just that fast,” he hums in amusement.

On the way up the elevator, he silently thanks his ability to jump down two flights of stairs at a time without breaking his ankles.

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foliea · 5 years

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Rubber Band - Tyler Joseph Imagine

Paring: Friend!Tyler x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,630

warnings: brief mention of self harm, a bit of angst but mainly sweet

authors note: this has been plaguing my mind for days now. And honestly it’s probably my favorite fic i’ve written ever. I’m super proud of this and I hope you all like this as well. Also I spent like two and a half hours writing this, it’s 4 am I’m tired.

March 17, 2006

as I walked down the halls on my way to the gym, I tugged down the sleeves on my hoodie. Insuring no one would see what tortures I put myself through.

Just as I rounded the corner into the next corridor I felt someone run right into my chest. “Uh, sorry...” I muttered as I stuck my hand out to help the girl, who had fallen to the floor. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She took my hand and hoisted herself up. “No harm done.” She smiled while dusting off her jeans. She slowly looked me up and down, eyes lingering on my arm. I quickly looked down only to see that my sleeve had been scrunched up near my elbow.

The girl sighed as I yanked the sleeve down. There was a brief slapping noise before she extended her hand out to me. In it was a singular rubber band. “Here take this. And uh when ever you feel the need to...” She trailed off looking to my now covered arm. I nodded understanding what she meant. “Just pull it back and let it go. Keep doing that until the feeling goes away.”

Hesitantly, I took the rubber band from her. “Thank you...” I looked up realizing I had no idea what her name was.

“Y/N.” She smiled.

“Thank you Y/N.” I quickly pulled the rubber band onto my wrists, just as the warning bell rang.

“I’ll see you around...”

“Tyler.”

“Tyler.” She repeated with a small nod before walking off.

Over the next few months Y/N and I swapped numbers to keep in touch over summer.

July 6, 2011

As I walked into the small coffee shop, a bell signified my entry. Despite living in Columbus my whole life, I had still yet to come here. “I’ll be right with you!” A small yelp was left out slightly after.

I walked up to the counter and stood there awkwardly waiting for the girl to appear from the back of the shop. As I stood I inspected the store. There were two other people there, an elderly couple, sitting by the window.

“Okay sorry about that.” The girl appeared behind the counter with a grin on her face. She seemed familiar. “What can I getcha?”

I froze realizing I had no clue what I wanted. Hesitantly I looked up to the chalk board behind the girl. As I searched for something that I knew would please me I fiddled with the rubber band on my wrist.

“Ya know I gave you a rubber band in our sophomore year of high school not thinking too much about it.” Suddenly it hit me.

“Y/N?”

“That’s my name don’t wear it out.” She let out a light chuckle at her own joke. “How are you these days, Tyler?”

“Honestly? Pretty good. My band has our CD Release party in a couple days. Well I say band... It’s really just me and my friend Josh on stage singing and playing drums...”

“Sounds like a wonderful time. Maybe I’ll show up.”

“Really?” she nodded with a toothy smile on her face.

“Now, have you decided on what you want?”

I quickly ordered my drink and handed her the money, making sure to leave a little extra in the tip jar.

Maybe I’ll have to come back to this cafe more often.

July 8, 2014

I nervously stood in front of the mirror when there was a knock at the door. “Come in!”

“Hey, Ty.” Y/N smiled. “Ready for your big day?”

Although on the inside I was screaming yes. I still shook my head. “No... What if she walks out on me?”

“Tyler there is no way in hell that Jenna is going to walk out on you. You two are so in love its disgusting.” We both chuckled.

There was another knock at the door. “Tyler, Y/N c’mon we gotta go.” Quietly, we both stood up. She patted my shoulder giving me one last reassuring smile before running off to find Josh.

Ever since I had introduced the two, Jenna and Y/N became inseparable. Meaning that when it came time for Jenna to pick her bridesmaids, Y/N had to be on the list. And of course Josh would be one of my groomsmen.

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“And yeah I know I probably should have ‘practiced’ my speech but I felt like wigging it would be better...” as josh when off on a tangent about how he didn’t practice his speech and everyone was listening intently, my mind wandered to how incredibly lucky I am. I just married my best friend and along with her, I have two of the greatest other best friends.

“Okay it looks like it’s my turn to talk.” Y/N let out a dry chuckle as as stood up. “The first time I ever met Tyler, I was on my way to chem, totally dreading it cause I had a test, when all of a sudden I run right into someone’s chest.” As she retold the story her face would falter only to perk of at certain points. “... It’s crazy to think that I made three life long best friends because of a stupid rubber band...”

She passed the mic onto one of Jenna’s other bridesmaids as she sat down, hands fiddling with something in her lap. From the distance I was at I couldn’t see but the look Josh had given me said it was something familiar.

August 25, 2016

Josh and I quickly ran off stage only to be greeted by the open arms of Y/N. “You boys did amazing.” We smiled pulling her into another hug.

“Couldn’t do it without our number one fan cheering us on!” Josh laughed poking her stomach

“Cheering? No. Taking the best concert pics you’ll see in your life? Yes.” All three of us laughed again walking back to our dressing room to gather out belongings.

As we packed I could see Y/N’s smile falter while she quietly pulled at something on her wrist. “You boys... and girl... ready to hit the road?” Our tour manager asked, peaking his head through the door slightly.

“Yep!” Y/N jumped up off the couch quickly, turning to us. “I’m gonna head out to the bus to get ahead on editing these photos.” and with that she walked out.

December 28, 2018

“I remember the day pretty well for it being twelve years ago.” Slowly I told the story of how Y/N and I met, how I invited her to our CD Release, how she comforted me when I got nervous before my wedding, how she would take photos for us on tour.

I could see her family crying in the front row, Josh quietly wiping his tears away as he held onto her little sister. Jenna was staring at me, silently encouraging me to finish.

“But most importantly I remember the last time I saw her. There was something broken behind her E/C eyes. Something that I knew was too late to fix.” I sighed. “I didn’t think too much of it at the time though, I thought maybe she had spilled coffee on herself this morning, or maybe she was stood up on a date. I just wished I would have noticed that she was grabbing the rubber band on her wrist just a bit more than usual.”

I rubbed my hand over my face, messing with my own rubber band. “I’m sorry.” I swiftly put down the microphone and ran off the to bathroom.

September 30, 2019

“Hey Y/N. Sorry I haven’t talked to you in a while. Tour, you know how it is. Anyways I thought I should say hi since it is you’re birthday and everything. Life’s been hectic recently. Josh and I just finished the final leg of the Bandito tour. The fans love it, they miss your photos by the way. Like a crazy ton. We’ve already started working on our next album. It’s gonna be better than any of our others. Okay maybe not Regional since that’s always been you’re favorite- actually scratch that, it will definitely be better than Regional. Everyone misses having you around. Especially Josh, but he’s been doing better recently. Jenna misses having another girl on tour with her. Oh that reminds me, Jenna designed our newest tour bus. Its awesome. Or I guess in Twenty One Pilots fashion, sick as frick. My mom misses you as well. She says I need someone around to convince me not to get anymore tattoos. I still have that uke you made me. The one with the art from each album. Don’t get mad at me but I added yellow tape so that Trench fits into it as well. Wait I almost forgot, Jenna and I have a kid coming soon, we don’t know if they’ll be a boy or girl but we decided that if it is a girl we’ll name her after you since you mean so much to us. I still have all the Polaroids you would take of me, you, and Josh. It’s crazy to think of how long it’s been since those were taken. It’s getting pretty late so I think I should go... Bye Y/N.” I slowly stood up brushing the dirt off my pants. I started to walk away before stopping in my tracks and turning around. “Wait I was going to sing for you... one sec.”

I sat down again pulling my ukulele out of my bag before starting to play Truce. “Take pride in what is sure to die.” I sang as I strummed the last cord. Silently I removed the rubber band from my wrist and gently placed it on the ground. “I’m sorry friend.” I said turning away from the grave.

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Lee Sunghwa/GRAY: Just Tonight

xLee Sunghwa/GRAYx

A/N: Hello there fam ~ I am sorry if it’s taking me way too long to post some new fics/scenarios. Adulting hit me so hard. But anyways, be assured that I never forget y’all. To be honest, I missed y’all. I am here. Just trolling most of the time. Anyways, here is a birthday short story. Hope y’all like it. <3

Keep in mind that English is not my native language so there might be some spelling and grammar error. Sorry for my lack of talent and I promise to work hard on this. Thank you and please enjoy. Any feedback is well loved. <3

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"So, is he coming?" one of your friends asked.

You smiled. It's your birthday party. Who's boyfriend on the right mind will not be in his girlfriends birthday party?

"Maybe? Not sure. He said he's finishing some editing for his pending projects." you said shrugging. Not sure if your face didn't show how bitter you feel.

"Well, he better show up. It's your freaking birthday."

"Yea. Even though it's work, you're his woman. We understand that he doesn't like chitchats with many people but at least his presence is needed here."

You did not answer. How can you? They are right. You're in a relationship with him for almost two years and many of them really didn't get a chance to know him really. Every time your friends set up a group date, he's locked up at his studio, ending up you being the plus one of the group.

You can't blame them having their doughts about your relationship with Christian.

You busied yourself assisting your friends. You tried your best to not look up your phone and the time. The time that past by and still Christian hasn't shown up and failed to even text or give you a call.

"I think he's not coming, huh?" Jessi stated. You shrugged. "Then if that's the case, why don't we stay over - drink and make our selves drunk like the good old days."

"Yea! Yea! It's been a while we gather like this. It's rare so let's make for it." Hoody agreed.

You automatically looked at Jessi's boyfriend and Hoody's "friend".

"Are you sure that it's fine?" you voiced out while looking at the two guys.

"Of course!" all of them said.

"Alright. Let's wait for the others to leave then." you smiled.

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Most of your other friends headed out. They kissed their good bye's and greet you for the last time. You thanked them. Some of them mentioned their dismay not meeting "The Christian Yu", your so-called boyfriend.

You apologized and said he's busy with work.

"Okay, guys! ITS TIME TO GET WASTED!" Jessi announced and you can't help but laugh.

"Oops! I think we don't have enough booze," you said while looking at your fridge.

"Don't worry. I called Gray-Oppa to bring us some." Hoody said while waving her hand as if it was nothing. As if you and Gray wasn't your ex-boyfriend.

20 minutes later, your doorbell rang.

"Hey! Happy birthday, sexy lady." Gray said as he kissed you on your cheeks. He smiled as he raised the plastic bag containing beer cans.

You moved aside for him to walk inside. While he removed his shoes he said, "I hope you don't mind me coming, I heard he's not here." he meant Christian.

"Of course not. I'm glad you could make it."

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"5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1! Happy Birthday (Y/N)"

Everyone make a circle, you in a middle and hugged and kissed you. You never felt so happy. Nothing beats being surrounded by genuine people on your special day.

Hours passed and most of Y'all are drunk. Jessi and his boyfriend already find their way to my spare room.

"I think I have to get going." Hoody's "friend", said while gathering his things.

"Awww." You said. You know you're already at your limit because if you are in your right mind, you're not someone who's making cute sounds or more likely flirty like your body's doing right now.

"I have things to tend to before lunch later. And if I stay, I'm not sure if I can get up early to be there," he said apologetically.

"Hoody..." you said as you tried waking her up. But it's no good, she's already drooling at your couch.

"Okay man. I'll lead you out." Gray stand up - barely. He's at his limit as well. You know it since he keeps laughing even theirs no one's saying any jokes.

"Bye. Thank you for coming!" you manage to shout while you let yourself fall on the floor, making your one arm as a pillow.

You can feel the footstep getting closer on where you at. It stopped. You heard a sighed.

"(Y/N)... get up. Let's call it a day. You'll catch a cold if you lay there for too long." Gray said.

"No. One more round!" You immediately sit up that you almost bump at Gray's head.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

You looked at your phone. It's almost 3 am and the last message you received from your boyfriend was already 24hours ago. No missed call. No midnight greeting. Not even a single text!

"I'm fucking sure. Now, open that can would you."

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In just 4 cans, you are already laughing with Gray, like true drunks. There's even a time that Hoody throw a pillow at you because you're being too loud.

After that, Gray come closer at you and whisper something about Hoody and her so-called friend. But you didn't understand any of it because all you can focus with is how you felt when his breath landed on your ear. There is even a moment that his lips touch the tip of your ear.

When he is done and looking at you - no idea what's running in your mind. He is waiting for a reaction from you about what he just said.

You just laugh, then he looked away and you grab your phone. You text Christian. After making sure it was sent. You turned it off. You set it aside.

You looked at the man in front of you. He starts talking about something happened at his latest project. He stopped when you suddenly try standing up but failed to do it alone, so he immediately holds you to support you or rather support each of you since he barely manages to stand up as well.

The way he wraps his arms around you is more off hugging you than supporting you to stand. You felt warn all over your body.

"I'm sorry. I think I'm tired, we should go to bed." You tried to stand still. You turned to face him. You saw how red his face. Maybe it's because he's drunk. He looked at you as if memorizing every bit of your face.

You lean closer to give him a peck on his cheek to say good night. But your lips landed to his lips. It shocked the hell out of you, but you hide it inside and act as if it was nothing.

You felt his lips were about to move, so you panicked and move away from him. But before you can completely enter your room, he caught your left arm. He made you face him.

"What?" You asked.

"What? I'm the one who should ask that." He said while his other hand touches his lips. "Earlier, when your texting someone. It was for Christian, right?" You nod. "Don't tell me you just broke up with him through text? Isn't it a bit cruel?"

"Then I won't tell you." You can't help but felt embarrassed because you know that he was right. It seems that alcohol is slowly leaving your body. "Aish! I'm going to bed."

You tried pulling you arm that he was holding but Gray pulled you even closer making you bump to his chest. You looked up to see his face.

"Not unless I said so." He said then lean down to kiss you. "Cause, tonight you are mine."

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peacedolantwins · 5 years

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Clean Part 5 (E.D)

So this one is pretty long compared to the last part and theres actually some more plot

warnings: mentions of past drinking

A few weeks had passed and every time you would think about telling them, you would freeze or you would be cut off by one of them talking about something else as you were about to speak. You were trying, but the timing was always off.

At this point their fans knew you two were together. Some of them supported you two and thought you were cute together, while others saw you as annoying and just using him for god knows what. While you tried to pretend it didn't bother you, it still did. You were just thankful you had deactivated all your accounts on social media before any of this started. It was easier to avoid the hate when no one could tag you or find out more about you.

When you would check twitter or Instagram, you usually just used James account to scroll through things when you were bored. You saw the edits people made of snaps taken of the two of you, but you never really looked at them. You were happy with your relationship and you knew who you were, you didnt need drama accounts to over analyze anything you did.

As you quickly found out, their fans are quite the detectives. Within the first few days of the first picture of you two being out, they were able to find out that you were actually friends with James and Ian. They had somehow managed to find that out even though they had no idea what your name was or even a full photo of you. The picture that had been posted was only of the pair of your guys legs sitting next to each other in the pool and they managed to figure you out just from the small flower tattoo on your ankle.

It was slightly frightening to be honest. You were scared what they would find if they kept digging. What if they somehow found all the old videos you tried so hard to escape from? What if one of the people you used to consider friends still had photos of you when you were at your absolute worst? You tried not to think about it too much, but the thought was always there.

Everyone had decided to go to Disneyland to film a video, and while you were okay staying home, they all insisted you went along. Since they were filming, you considered them to be working so you only agreed if Ian and his girlfriend could come along so you could still have someone else with you.

Well that was the plan anyways.

Within an hour of being there, Ian and her left the group to go off on their own, which essentially left you alone. Today had started feeling slightly… off. You were just easily upset and bitter for no reason and you knew there was no reason to feel like that. Technically, everything was okay with you. But now being ditched and left to follow around the group was starting to get on your nerves.

Maybe things would have gotten better if you had been able to spend more time with James during the day or been able to go on the rides with your boyfriend, but seeing as they didnt bring anyone else to film for them, you were stuck sitting alone while they sat together and had you film them when they needed wider shots. It wasnt exactly how you had planned on this day going, but there wasnt a whole lot of options left.

Not only did you end up filming for them, but you also turned into their photographer when they ran into fans. After asking them for a picture, they just handed you the phone and had you do it. Not even a “do you mind?” or a “thank you” after you finished but it was fine. Its okay. Its not that deep and you knew you needed to get over yourself.

When a few girls had come up to ask for a photo, you were handed two seperate phones. ‘Cant they just send the picture to each other?’ you thought to yourself before taking the pictures anyways. After, you saw one of the girls trying to take a picture of you without you noticing but you saw anyways. The group had already started walking away when you went up to the girl.

“Hi, excuse me, do you mind not posting the picture you took of me?” You tapped her arm to get her attention.

“Y/N-” Ethan noticed you were gone and that you were talking to the girl looking slightly upset.

“Are you serious? I have a right to some privacy here and I dont want photos of me out there all I’m asking is that you dont post the fucking picture okay!” Why wouldnt she just say she wouldnt post it? What was so hard about that? You were already having a shitty day and this girl was just adding fuel to the fire going on inside you.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry about that, you two have a nice day,” You felt Ethans hand grab your arm and pull you away from them.

“Babe, you can’t talk to them like that, okay?” He said to you while still holding onto you and going back to the group.

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” You shook off his hand and started walking away. You had expected your boyfriend to tell them not to post it, but instead he told you something instead. Unbelievable. You had gone off to one of the close by benches and took a seat before taking out your phone.

Ethan had tried to go follow you, but James stopped him when he saw you taking out your phone and holding it up to your ear. “Give her a minute E. What even happened?”

“I dont even know, I turned back to see her yelling at those girls over a picture and I didn’t want to start any drama so I pulled away and here we are,” he sighed and looked around.

“Ethan, what did she tell them? Word for word?” Now James looked concerned and it was worrying him.

“Just something about a photo of her and privacy and ‘not to fucking post it’,”

“Did they say they wouldnt post it?”

“James why does that matter?”

“DID THEY OR NOT ETHAN?” James was yelling now. He had heard Ethan calling your name while you were still with those girls, and he now knew why you were so pissed if those girls now had your name and photo of you. Sure all of them had taken a few photos with or of you, but they were usually all from behind, maybe the side of your face and they made sure not to have your name out there. If there was a photo of you all together, you usually had your face hidden or you slapped a sticker emoji on top. You didnt want anyone from your past being able to recognize you.

“I dont know, okay?” Ethan knew you didnt let them post pictures of you, but he didnt think it was that big of a deal. So one person has a picture and if it gets posted, then maybe a few people see it after it gets lost in the tags.

During all of this, Grayson had decided that this conversation was not something he wanted to be part of and left to grab a churro for you when you came back, knowing you had a thing for sugar. While he passed by you, he overheard part of your conversation with whoever you were on the phone from. Apparently you were talking to some guy named Josh about how bad your day had been going. He knew you could be friends with whoever you wanted, but something seemed off. He decided to leave it alone for now. He also felt his phone go off and saw that James had tweeted.

“If you took a picture with us today and took a picture of my friend without her permission, PLEASE DO NOT POST IT. RESPECT HER PRIVACY.”

You went back to the group and everyone noticed that your mascara had smudged a bit but decided against saying anything. Pulling you off to the side, James took out the beauty blender he had in his bag and got to fixing you back up while talking to you in a hushed voice.

Ethan felt horrible. You had all come out today to have a nice day together but that didnt seem to be happening at all. Not only did he manage to piss you off, but once he was that you had been crying it crushed him. He was supposed to be making you feel good and happy but he wasnt doing a good job it seemed.

“Hey Y/N, I got you something,” Grayson handed you the churro, which seemed to be missing a few bites that your raised your eyes at but accepted nonetheless.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him and took it. “I’m actually gonna go ahead and go find Ian. I called him and he’s going to let me third wheel with him, so I’ll meet up with you guys when were leaving.”

You gave Gray a quick hug, not noticing him looking at you strangely. When did you call Ian? You had been talking to some guy named Josh a few minutes ago? He decided to leave it alone and would talk to you about it later, not wanting to start anything if it was over nothing. But why would you lie about who you called?

“Sweetheart, you dont have to go, stay with us.” Ethan wrapped his arms around you, not wanting you to leave.

“Hey, its okay. You guys are technically working, so I'm just gonna let you finish. I’m sorry for how I talked to that girl we can talk about it later, okay? You guys just have fun,” You gave him a quick peck on the lips and said bye to everyone before walking off to find Ian.

Sure you had planned on spending the day with your boyfriend, but turns out third wheeling wasnt so bad. It meant more turning power for the spinning teacups with all three of you. You all crammed yourself into the carriage for the haunted mansion, and you all obnoxiously sang along to ‘its all small world’ much to the rest of the passengers dismay. You had to sit alone for most of the other rides, but it was okay because you knew once you all got off, it would be like you were all friends just together. There were no phones being handed to you for pictures, no camera to hold to get a wider angle and you were finally having a good time.

When you finally met up with everyone else around 10 o'clock to head out, they were surprised when they saw the three of you. You all had gotten matching mouse ear headbands, Ian included, and you were carrying five of those giant light up balloons that had the mickey outline in them.

“Babe, what's with all the balloons?” Ethan finally asked after you said hi to everyone and they just stared at the giant bouquet of balloons.

“Well one is mine, then I got one for Gray since he got me a churro earlier, then I figured I should get you one too, but then I didnt want to leave Emma or James out so here we are. Five balloons. And Ian and his girlfriend already have theirs.” You said with a smile and held out your hand that held all the strings.

“Pick a different one bitch that ones mine,” you pulled them away when James tried to take the color you wanted. “Plus Grayson gets to pick first since he gave me food.” You held it out and let him pick.

“You're not gonna let your boyfriend pick first?” Ethan looked at you with a pout.

“Mmm… nope.” You said, but you went and put one arm around him.

“Traitor,” he muttered under his breath as he pulled you closer to his side. After everyone had their own balloon, you finally all headed towards the gates. The day might not have started off great, but it got better and that was something you were happy about.

“So, are we good?” Ethan asked you quietly as you walked by his side.

“Hm? Oh, sure but I still wanna talk about it if thats okay?”

“Of course, at the house or in the car?”

“Well everyone is still coming with us in the car so…” as much as you wanted to talk about it, you didnt want everyone else listening in.

“Hey James!” Ethan yelled at James since you two were in the back of the group.

“What bitch?” He turned around to see what he wanted.

“Can Gray and Emma ride with you?”

“Oh no sweetie, you think I want four other people and five giant balloons in my car? You take them,” he sassed back.

“I'll take the balloons with us, just take them with you.” After a moment of thinking James replied with a harsh “fine” and it was settled.

After taking everyones balloons back with you, it turns out trying to shove seven of those balloons in the jeep was a lot harder than either of you thought it would be and it was probably a safety hazard to drive since you couldnt see out of any of the back windows. Once everything was as good as it was going to get, you headed back towards James house.

“So what happened today?” You had barely made it to the first light when he asked.

“Damn we’re getting right into it, okay than… how honest do you want me to be with you?” You took in a breath and slowly let it out.

“One hundred percent babe,” he reached over and took your hand in his.

“Okay, want me to be real or sugar coat it for you?”

“Um, real?” He sounded as if he didnt know which would be better to hear.

“Fine. I didnt want to come today with you guys when James first asked. Like at all. Today was just a shitty day and I dont know why, but I woke up and everything just felt off. But then he invited Ian and Loren along so I still had someone to talk to while you guys filmed, but then they ditched us,” you turned in your seat to face him a little bit more. “I knew that today wasn't going to be a ‘hey lets just all fun at disneyland’ kind of day since you were all filming and working, but it would have been nice to have some fun with you while we were there,” you started messing with your joined hands and playing with his fingers as you spoke.

“Ethan, I came with you guys as a friend, not your camera person or your guy's personal photographer. Do you realize that the most you paid attention to me was when you got mad at me for how I talked to that girl? Not once did we go on a ride together. Hell, one time I didnt even go on one since the cart was full but you guys decided to get that one anyways and made me wait for the next one and you all didnt even care and that was pissing me off. I didnt come to be ignored by my friends, and I get it, you're working but you could have been with me when the camera wasnt on but you didn't. I tried to talk to you a few times but you kept ignoring me,” you said that last part quietly, getting reminded of your last relationship and how that went.

“I just wanted to spend some time with you and my friends today as I tried to make the best out of a shitty day, but that didnt happen. Everything just became too much for me and I snapped. So I figured I might as well third wheel because it was better than trying to fifth wheel with you guys.” You finished and waited for him to say something.

The silence was killing you as you watched him drive. He still hadnt said a word and he pulled into a parking lot and parked the car.

“What are we-” He turned to face you as you started speaking.

“Baby, I am so sorry. I wish you told me something earlier, and if you tried to, I'm sorry that I wasnt listening. We never meant to make you feel left out,” He turned in his seat and was faced you, taking both of your hand in this much larger ones. “And sweetheart I am so sorry that I grabbed you the way I did,” he looked genuinely upset with himself for grabbing you earlier.

“It's okay-”

“No, its not Y/N. I shouldnt have grabbed you like that ever. Thats not how you treat someone you care about it.” He noticed a few tears slip down your face when you looked away so he gently turned your face back to him and he wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs.

“Sorry that I'm crying so much today,” you tried to laugh it off.

“Babe, you cry if you want to, but let me in please? Whats going on in that head of yours?”

“It's just a lot of stuff from before I moved here, the way I was living before wasnt good and something I like thinking about too much… can we not talk about it right now? Maybe when we get to the house because if I’m going to do tell you, I’d rather not do it in a Target parking lot surrounded by light up balloons.” You laughed a little to try to lighten to situation a little bit.

“Of course sweetheart,” he grabbed your hand and gently brought it up to his face and placed a kiss on the back of your hand before letting go and starting the drive back to James’s house.

“Took you two long enough, bitch ass,” James greeted you as soon as you walked in.

“Fuck off, we literally saw you guys at the light before us,” you sassed back at him. On a more serious note, you turned back to him and Ian, “I’m gonna go talk to Ethan for a bit okay? I’ll let you know if I need you.”

Both of them nodded, understanding what you were talking about. You had mentioned recently about wanting to tell Ethan everything, having decided on telling your boyfriend first, then Grayson. You knew both of them together would not go well considering how loud they could get and how overwhelmed you would get with both of them trying to talk over each other. Separate would be a lot easier.

“You can go home if you want Gray, I’ll just stay here tonight,” Ethan tossed Grayson the keys.

“Actually, I think it would be better if you stayed, for a little bit anyways.” Both of the boys looked at you confused. Pulling Ethan down a little bit, you whispered to him, “I just dont know if you’re going to want to stay after I tell you everything.” He looked at you now completely worried but nodded anyways.

“OH! We should play Mario Kart for a bit!” Emma yelled out, already heading towards the living room. Well, that was one way to get everyone to stay for a little bit. Turning back to him, you grabbed Ethan’s hand and lead him up the stairs to your room and shut the door behind you. Both of you sat on the bed in silence.

“You’re kind of worrying me here, Y/N” He looked at you to see you folding a blanket over your legs that were crossed under you. You had also taken a pillow to play with in your lap.

“Sorry, I dont mean to. If I’m going to tell you everything, will you promise me something?” You looked up at him and when he nodded, you continued on. “Let me finish talking before you start asking questions? I’ll answer whatever, but just- I need to get it all out first, okay?” He nodded again.

“Okay,” you sighed and mentally prepared yourself, “okay, so theres no way to ease into it so here we go. I’m an alcoholic. Was an alcoholic. Whatever you wanna see it as, but I had a really bad drinking problem before moving here. It’s one of the reasons I moved here with James. I needed to get away from everyone judging me back home.” You looked at him and saw him trying to hide how shocked he was but you saw it anyways.

“When James moved out here, I ended up alone. He was pretty much my only friend, which was weird considering I’m older than him, but when he left, I didn’t really have anyone else. A few months later, I ended up dating this guy, who had a bunch of friends and along the way, they became my friends. One night, he took me to a party and there was so much there. Beer, wine, shots, whatever, it was there. And sure I had had a drink before that, but nothing too much. Never enough to even get me drunk or tipsy. But there, as stupid as it sounds, everyone was doing it so I figured why not and started doing shots with the other girls. I woke up the next day feeling awful but later that night we went to another party, and this time I only had a few but-” you took a deep breath, still looking down at your lap. “But, that didnt last long. It just became a cycle for us. School, party, school, party, then somewhere along the way it became drinking just at home, in the school parking lot, and I was drinking whenever. I didnt need the parties anymore, but I still went and oh god, there’s still a lot that I have no idea what happened.” You felt him shift on the bed. You couldnt tell if it was closer or away from you and you were scared it was the latter.

“It got to the point where I would have blackouts. I had no idea what happened the night before but my friends usually had some videos. I don’t know who else has any, but the ones I saw- its me doing shot after shot, me dancing way too inappropriately for a public setting, me stripping in front of everyone, theres photos of me in bed with my ex and theres still so much I dont know. What used to be me counting the days between drinks turned into me not remembering the last time I hadn’t had a drink.”

“I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend for different reasons but once I did that, I lost my drinking source. I was only 20, I couldn’t exactly go get any on my own so I,” deep breaths remember, “I would still go to bars if I could get in and I would let whoever buy me a drink- drinks and sometimes that was enough. Along the way word got out to the guys I knew that I was an “easy lay” if you bought me enough drinks, which to be completely honest, wasn’t a complete lie. I didn’t really care how I got my drinks as long as I got them. A few of those guys also had pictures, some are pretty bad, some are just us making out, but theyre out there. And when I turned 21, let me tell you, things got so much worse. One day, I had been drinking at home while my parents were gone and I passed out.” Playing with the pillow seemed to be most interesting thing while you could feel Ethan’s eyes burning into your head.

“I woke up in the hospital. Alcohol poisoning. It wasn’t until I saw the look on my parents faces that I realized how messed up I was. Seeing them look at me with just pure… disappointment, disgust, shame, pity, worry, it made me realize that I couldn’t be doing that anymore. I could have died and I didn’t want to keep wasting my life like that anymore.”

“The detox was absolute hell. Withdrawal was… awful. I was throwing up, shaking, I couldn’t sleep, my head was constantly pounding, and I’m not going to lie to you, I would relapse. Drinking would make all of that go away, but coming back from it was harder each time so I got into rehab. It was the only way to completely keep me away from it so I could get better. I was there for three months and at first it was horrible. Withdrawal came back harder than before and there was nothing I could do to make it go away but once I got past that, it got easier.” You glanced up for a second but you couldn’t make out the expression on his face.

“I started learning piano since they had one there. It was something to distract myself with. I called James to let him know what happened and that, that, didnt go well. He didn’t talk to me for a while, which I get. He was worried I had been around Ian while I was like that so I don’t blame him. He never knew about anything that went on back home since he never came back to visit. I dont blame him or anyone else for this, I know it’s all my doing. No one ever forced me to drink or do anything, it was all my own choices.”

“Once I got out, it was hard. I was going to meetings. I’m still going to meetings here. One day at a time ya know? But over there, everyone remembered me as I was before. I was just the party girl who drank too much and slept with who ever. No guy would be want to be seen with the girl that had been with everyone. Then someone posted pictures and it got worse. I deleted all my social media so I couldn’t get tagged in anything. I dont check anything because I dont want to see if anyone has posted anything. Even going to the store people would look at me and judge me because everyone apparently knew what happened. So when I was talking to James one day, he asked if I wanted to move out here with him. Ian had told him how hard being home was for me and while I was pissed because I didnt want him pitying me or dealing with the mess I made for myself but after some talking we decided I was coming here.” You looked around your room, proud of how far you had come from where you used to be.

“A few weeks later I was finally here, I took care of what I needed to to be sure I would stay on track and then I was officially moving in and then-” You finally looked up at Ethan and reached out for his hand, “then I met you and Grayson and Emma and things kept getting better and well… that’s where were at now. So there it is. I get it if you don’t want to be around me anymore. It wouldnt be good if one day those videos came back up and you were still connected to me and I dont want you getting dragged into my mess. So if you want to go, it’s okay.” You smiled at him even though you were close to tears. If he did leave, you would be a mess but you knew you would get through it eventually. You didnt want to drag him or his brother down with you because of your decisions so it was easier to let them both go now before things got more serious than they already were.

You felt his hand leave yours and you looked up to see him looking at you with a look you couldnt explain. When he got up from your bed and started walking towards the door, you felt your heart breaking. When he walked out, you could hear him going down the stairs and a few minutes later you heard the front door close and a car start up and you could actually feel your heart shatter. Turns out James was wrong about him staying.

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QZGS Rarepair Week 2018 | Day 4: Cooking | In which HST and ZZK are popular food vloggers.

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Title: Of Dumplings and Secret Admirers Fandom: The King’s Avatar / Quan Zhi Gao Shou Character(s)/Pairing(s): Zhou Zekai/Huang Shaotian (featuring Jiang Botao) Summary: In which the two food vloggers bond over their love of dumplings. Rating: PG A/N: Just a quick note – because there are so many types of “dumplings” in China, I will be using the Chinese names/pinyin to differentiate them! I’m craving xiao long bao now, btw. Damn.

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“Speaking of dumplings, does anyone know the origin of this tasty, tasty food? No? Well, let me tell you this heart-warming story!” the young man in the video was talking with such enthusiasm that it was emanating from the brightness of his eyes and his excited hand gestures.

The video then shifted to a short animation of stilled drawings as he continued with the story.

“According to legend, during the end of Eastern Han dynasty, many people were sick and dying of epidemics, but there was a brilliant doctor named Zhang Zhongjing, who not only had excellent medical skills but also treated both the poor and the rich. So anyway, after he retired and returned to his hometown, he saw that many of the townsfolks were suffering from starvation and the cold, even their ears had become frozen and infected. That sounds absolutely nasty, doesn’t it? In order to treat them, he had his assistants cook a big pot of soup made with lamb meat, chili peppers, and medicinal herbs that helped deter cold. The cooked ingredients were then chopped up, wrapped with dough shaping them like ears, called “jiao er” — or “delicate ear”, and were cooked once more. After people ate them, their bodies quickly heated up, their blood circulation became more efficient, and their ears instantly felt warmer. And after eating these “jiao er” for a while, their infected ears were healed! Isn’t that amazing?”

The camera focused on the young man again, who now had a plate of what seemed to be boiled jiao zi in one of his hands. He carefully used a pair of chopsticks to pick up a dumpling, cooked to perfection with its delicate, ivory outer layer, and dipped it into red vinegar before taking a bite.

Some of the juices ran down the corner of his mouth, which he quickly wiped clean with the pad of his thumb while trying not to laugh.

“Mmn, that is a damn good dumpling,” he nodded appreciatively after eating the rest of that dumpling and continued with a sunny smile, “so for the next… hmm… few weeks, I’ll be making a series of videos completely focused on the best variations of dumplings that are popular in different parts of China, including several recipes and restaurant recommendations! I hope you’ll all be able to join me on this soulful dumpling-searching adventure! And remember: The Q&A live stream will take place tomorrow at 8 p.m., so have your questions all ready to go, and I’ll try to answer them as best as I can. Bye for now!”

Just as he did every time he finished watching Troubling Rain’s videos, Zhou Zekai clicked the ‘Like’ button at the bottom of the screen the moment the video ended and leaned back against his chair with a soft sigh.

“Xiao Zhou, you’re watching Troubling Rain’s channel again?” Jiang Botao asked from behind and leaned in a little to see the content of Zhou Zekai’s screen.

“Mn,” Zhou Zekai nodded once, probably not realizing that there was a hint of a smile hidden in the curved corner of his lips on his usually impassive face.

Though Jiang Botao saw the subtle expression, he knew better than to bring it up. After all, he and Zhou Zekai had been childhood friends since elementary school; now they attended the same university — though in different faculties — and rented an apartment complex together.

The smile, however, quickly disappeared as Zhou Zekai suddenly remembered something, and he turned his panic-stricken gaze towards his friend to speak with a soft but urgent tone, “Jiang, his Q&A tomorrow.”

“Ah, you said you have a group project tomorrow evening, right? Is the Q&A session happening around the same time?” Jiang Botao immediately comprehended Zhou Zekai’s concern despite the minimal number of words the dark-haired young man had spoken.

Ever since they were young, the adults had called Jiang Botao’s ability to understand Zhou Zekai’s intentions when others around him could barely grasp what the quiet-spoken boy meant “mindreading” when really, Jiang Botao just happened to be a person who paid special attention to other’s facial expressions and body language.

And perhaps there was something to be said for growing up together, but Jiang Botao never had any issues getting along with Zhou Zekai, who, to someone who’d never interacted with the boy, might appeared to be unfriendly, stuck-up, or even downright hostile just because of his placid nature and sparse explicit display of emotions.

When Zhou Zekai nodded in the affirmative, Jiang Botao basically knew what his friend wanted to ask of him, and so he continued with a knowing smile, “want me to record it for you?”

“Please,” Zhou Zekai’s gaze could only be described as grateful.

“As long as I get to keep the leftovers of whatever you’re making for your next video. It’s matcha green tea cookies, right?”

Zhou Zekai nodded again.

“Do you still need help with filming your next video, then? I have some time now, but I need to head out in two hours and won’t be back ‘til late tonight.” Other than best friend, schoolmate, and roommate, Jiang Botao was also Zhou Zekai’s voluntary cameraman for his vlogs.

Speaking of his vlogs and channel, one might think it strange that a quiet man like Zhou Zekai — though having been voted the handsomest male student in their university’s campus for three years straight — would want to be in front of the camera and be the focus of attention. It all started with Jiang Botao’s casual request that one time: one of his female friends wanted to learn how to make the strawberry cupcakes that Jiang Botao brought to school, so he asked his friend to make a video tutorial. What Zhou Zekai didn’t realize was that Jiang Botao had uploaded the tutorial onto the school’s online forum, and from there, the popularity of the “cute college boy baking cupcakes” video just spread like an uncontrollable wildfire.

There were tons of cooking videos on the Internet, but what made Zhou Zekai’s stood out, at least according to Jiang Botao, was the fact that he never spoke in his video — not even once; instead, he filled the silence with grainy, lighthearted jazz music in the background, which made the entire mood of the tutorial somewhat more… aesthetically-pleasing and intimate.

Zhou Zekai wasn’t sure what his best friend meant by that when he tried to explain to him the amazing reactions he was starting since the video was posted; he was just glad to help out. Baking and making sweets had always been Zhou Zekai’s favorite way to relax, and since he started learning by watching and helping his mother in the kitchen at a young age, his interest in the culinary arts had been carried on to his adulthood. Making professional-quality videos, however, was mostly Jiang Botao’s idea; Zhou Zekai just sort of followed along.

Besides, having Jiang Botao, one of the top students in their school’s multimedia design department, filming and editing his videos was the icing on the already very appetizing cake.

Zhou Zekai nodded again in response to Jiang Botao’s question, and the two men started to get to work. Soon, their shared apartment was filled with the gentle sweet scent of baked sweets.

It’d been about fifteen minutes into the Q&A live stream, and Huang Shaotian was having the time of his life answering his viewers’ questions, which ranged from actual queries about culinary skills and methods (“Best way to make the silkiest steamed egg custard? Oh man let me tell you how Mama Huang make hers. Usually you’d just mix water or broth with eggs and beat them and then pour the mixture directly into the utensil, right? Wrong! The most important step to achieving that silky smoothness of the custard is to use a fine mesh strainer while you’re pouring the mixture through — the smaller the holes are, the better! And then! Let it settle for a few minutes so any bubbles will rise to the surface, and then you can skim them off with a spoon. Voila — egg custard as smooth as a baby’s butt!”) to inquiries about his personal life and interests (“Do I have a girlfriend? Come on! I expect more creative questions from you guys! Anyway, I could have a boyfriend, couldn’t I? By asking that question, you have offended all the potential boys who could have been interested in me. Shame on you!” he said, and laughed at all the exclamation marks and colorful emoticons that followed his answer.).

One of the questions flashed by in the lively chat and Huang Shaotian caught it right away, his eyes flashing in excitement for a moment. “Oooh! Someone just asked whether or not I’d be interested in working with other vloggers again. Yes, I would as long as that person is not goddamn Lord Grim, who — if you missed the video that bastard had posted on his channel a while ago — almost murdered my taste buds. Just because I’m from Guangzhou doesn’t mean that he should take advantage of my intolerance of spice! So rude, so rude! Never again, nuh-uh!”

The viewers on the chat who knew what Huang Shaotian was referring to expressed their amusement of the hilarious aforementioned video, in which Lord Grim — real name Ye Xiu –who was a good friend of Huang Shaotian’s in real life, challenged the popular (both for the variety of his content and the cheerful chattiness of the vlogger himself) foodie to the notorious Fire Noodle Challenge.

Huang Shaotian had initially ignored him because he knew his stomach was sensitive to spicy foods in general, but him being him, he could never backdown from a challenge, especially when Ye Xiu was practically verbally rousing him up in all the right ways. In the end, Huang Shaotian realized belatedly that this — eating this insanely hot and spicy Korean ramen that had numbed his entire mouth and lips, the spiciness having exploded exponentially after Ye Xiu “helpfully” gave him a glass of water — was a mistake. Needless to say, he’d completely embarrassed himself in front of his audience in that video. At least most of them found it hysterical, and the rating and number of viewings had only increased.

“Other than that asshole friend of mine, who else would you like to see me collaborate with?”

The chat flooded with usernames; some he didn’t recognized while others he knew and were mutual followers of each other’s’ channels. One name did stand out amongst others: Cloud Piercer. Unbeknownst to his followers, Huang Shaotian was a bit of a fanboy of Cloud Piercer and his calming cooking videos and had started following his channel with his personal account some time ago. The vlogger rarely showed his face on his videos, and even when he did, it was mostly blurry so all that could be seen was his dark hair and the vague shape of his face, but just watching those elegant hands meticulously measuring ingredients and kneading dough was enough to make Huang Shaotian’s imagination wander at times.

“You guys want me to collaborate with Cloud Piercer?”

Lots of ‘!!!’s and variations of ‘yes’s’ flurried past the chat, which made Huang Shaotian grin because he’d finally found the perfect opportunity to approach the vlogger he’d been admiring from afar for far too long.

“I’ll try to contact them and go from there!”

And this was how two weeks later, Huang Shaotian travelled over 1,100 miles on the high-speed train and ended up in the city of Shanghai.

Their first meeting, which took place at the busy Hongqiao Railway Station, was an awkward one. Through the exchange of their emails in order to arrange this meet-up, Huang Shaotian would have never guessed that Cloud Piercer — or Zhou Zekai, as he soon found out the vlogger’s real name — was such a reserved individual. After a quick introduction, which involved a brief greeting and exchanging their real names, Zhou Zekai decidedly started walking in the front to let Jiang Botao do all the necessary talking. What Huang Shaotian missed — and Jiang Botao definitely caught from the corner of his eye — was the hint of blush that tainted Zhou Zekai’s cheeks right after they’d shaken hands.

Still, after that initial greeting, Zhou Zekai didn’t say anything more as they winded and dodged their way in between locals and tourists. Not that he was rude or cold or anything like that, Huang Shaotian observed while he allowed Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao to lead him out of the station to get on the public transit, but when he tried to initiate a conversation, all he received from the dark-haired man was prolonged “……”, nodding, or shaking of his head, with the occasional nervous smiles that vanished whenever Huang Shaotian looked at him with genuine curiosity.

He glanced over to Jiang Botao, who was comparatively easier to communicate with and seemed like an amiable person overall, with silent plead in his eyes, as if he was asking, “what am I doing wrong? Why is your friend ignoring me? Why is this happening??? How do I talk to him???”

To that, Jiang Botao only chuckled in response and patted Huang Shaotian’s shoulder in consolation, “Xiao Zhou takes a longer time to get used to people he’s not familiar with. Don’t take it too personally. In fact…”

He paused and quickly checked to see if Zhou Zekai was looking at their direction before he leaned closer to Huang Shaotian and whispered covertly, “…he’s a huge fan of yours, actually.”

“No way! He is?” Huang Shaotian frowned in confusion, once more fixing his attention onto the man walking a few steps ahead of them. His frame was lean and tapered from the well-fitting jeans and black leather jacket he was donning, and at his full height, he was at least a few centimeters taller than him, which made the man slightly intimidating, even if he had the most dazzling ash-grey eyes and cheekbones sharp enough to shred paper-thin slices of prosciutto, but that had never stopped Huang Shaotian before.

“Sure is. So, imagine how surprised he was when he saw your email,” Jiang Botao continued, returning to walk beside his new acquaintance, “he could barely talk — he was that excited.”

“Huh,” Huang Shaotian made a non-committal sound and stared at the back of Zhou Zekai’s head. He wanted to say something like “you mean the guy’s capable of talking even less than this?” but he didn’t because that would be incredibly rude and he wanted to be on his best behavior during this short trip in Shanghai. It wasn’t as if he was trying to impress a certain someone… Oh, who the fuck was he trying to fool?

“Anyway, we were thinking that we’d let you rest during the afternoon, get something to eat together, and then start filming the first section tonight. We already have all the ingredients that you’ve requested prepared at our place. What do you think?”

“Sounds good!” Huang Shaotian’s grin returned, vibrant and infectious, and Jiang Botao could understand a bit what his best friend saw in Huang Shaotian despite his chattiness and almost too-cheerful persona that he presented in front of his audience in his vlogs.

“Hello everyone, this is Troubling Rain of the Blue Rain Eatery channel! Guess where I’m currently at? This is Cloud Piercer’s apartment! Can you believe it? Yeah, me neither. But as promised, the two of us are collaborating for the next two videos. This first one will be posted on my channel, where, with the assistance of the wonderful and beautiful Cloud Piercer, I’ll be making a Cantonese style-fried dumpling — gok jai. In the second video, Cloud Piercer, who’s born and raised in Shanghai, will take me to his favourite restaurant to try one of the city’s most well-known delicacies: xiao long bao. So, without further ado, let’s welcome our special guest: Cloud Piercer!”

Huang Shaotian clapped with as much enthusiasm as a child being told that he could run free within a candy store.

The camera panned out to reveal Zhou Zekai, wearing a simple black long-sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a light grey, yellow-trimmed apron, standing adjacent to Huang Shaotian. He gave a slight wave and a small but sweet smile, and introduced himself with a soft voice, “Hello, I’m Cloud Piercer.”

“You Cloud Piercer fans should thank me,” Huang Shaotian faced the camera and said with mock seriousness, “apparently this is the first time the man is willing to show his face properly in front of the camera. Oh my, I think I could hear your fangirls and fanboys screaming in the distance, Cloud Piercer.” He grinned slyly, aiming the teasing expression at the dark-haired man who only scratched his cheek bashfully, grey eyes darting to the side with a helpless but adorable smile.

“That’s…not nice,” Zhou Zekai managed three words — an actual complete sentence, even if it was a rather short one — but it was more than Huang Shaotian could ever hope for.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It was meant to be a compliment, I swear!” Huang Shaotian burst out laughing when he saw Zhou Zekai’s expression.

“All right! Let’s get started! Since Cloud Piercer here is too shy to speak, he’ll be doing all the hard work while I do the talking. First, let me just say that we’ll be making the sweet version of this tasty dumpling, which, granted, is usually only served during the New Year, but what the heck, I heard this man likes his desserts so that’s what we’ll be making. Also, the original recipe calls for deep-frying, but I know all you ladies out there are probably weeping about the oil and cholesterol. Don’t worry! We’ll be baking ours instead! So, have as many of these as you want!”

“But too much…” Zhou Zekai, to Huang Shaotian’s pleasant surprise, spoke up again, and if he weren’t wearing a lapel microphone on his apron, his voice would definitely have been lost, “…unhealthy.”

“True,” Huang Shaotian nodded in agreement, and began to list out the ingredients and the required amounts of each. While he talked about each step with a flurry of hand gestures and animated, rising and falling tenor, Zhou Zekai followed along silently in graceful and efficient movements beside him, adding dry and wet ingredients into a glass mixing bowl, combining them thoroughly with a wooden spoon, and then kneading the dough — already a nice, golden shade from the egg yolks — until it transformed into a smooth, glistening sphere.

All this time, Huang Shaotian made sure that he wasn’t talking too fast, as he sometimes had the tendency to do when he got too excited, but he realized that he’d been worrying over nothing because as little as Zhou Zekai seemed to speak in words, the man carried himself in the kitchen as if he owned the place, and the ingredients and pieces of equipment were under his perfect control and manipulation.

It wasn’t the first time Huang Shaotian watch Zhou Zekai cook (let’s face it, he’d watched some of the videos more than once… fine, more than five times) but seeing him on screen and being there with him were two entirely different experiences. While Zhou Zekai’s videos were mostly peaceful, calming, and almost therapeutic, standing beside him while he was preparing the ingredients and gradually assembling them was strangely intense and entrancing; in fact, Jiang Botao had to wave at him vigorously to get Huang Shaotian’s attention because the blond had been staring at Zhou Zekai rolling a small piece of dough into an almost-perfect circle without the use of a cookie-cutter, quickly placing a spoonful of peanut and coconut filling in the middle, and folding the edges together into an elegant border of flourished twists.

Zhou Zekai’s fingers, slender and pale with nails trimmed neatly, were precise in measuring out ingredients and kneading the dough for only as long as necessary, like a gunner flawlessly hitting his intended targets, yet laced within that precision was a kind of grace found only in an artist’s bones.

“Uh, yes, um, so keep repeating these steps,” Huang Shaotian blinked and forced himself to turn away from those attractive hands before continuing in a more steady tone, “don’t worry too much if your first few don’t look as perfect as the ones Cloud Piercer’s making right now because hell, I don’t think I can make them that pretty myself, and put them in the oven, preheated to 180 degrees Celsius, for 18 to 20 minutes or until the surface looks golden-yellow.”

By the time the baked gok jai had been cooled down enough, Huang Shaotian picked up one of the golden dumplings, baked to a crisp and warm to the touch, with his thumb and index finger, and offered it to Zhou Zekai.

“Taste test time! Go on then, Cloud Piercer, take a bite!”

Zhou Zekai’s gaze strayed from the dumpling dangled between Huang Shaotian’s fingers to Huang Shaotian himself, who was giving him an encouraging smile almost too bright for Zhou Zekai to handle; his gaze landed back onto the dumpling, which was held only an inch away from his mouth that had sudden gone very, very dry.

“……”

“Come on, man, don’t be shy now,” Huang Shaotian misinterpreted Zhou Zekai’s hesitation, though he wasn’t really that far off.

“…you first,” Zhou Zekai finally spoke, his voice so small even his microphone was having a hard time capturing what he’d said.

“Oh nonono, I insist you should take the first bite,” Huang Shaotian shook his head vigorously, his fluffy blond hair flying every which way so that it reminded Zhou Zekai of a golden retriever shaking himself dry. The image almost pulled a smile from his lips, but he somehow managed to control himself. “You did all the hard work, so you deserve to have the first one. Now be a good boy and open your mouth — say ‘ah’.”

His face remained impeccably neutral, as if he wasn’t about to be hand-fed by someone whom he might consider to be his online crush, but the red tinted at the tip of his ears, thankfully concealed by his dark hair, betrayed his troubled thoughts. All too aware of the camera’s lens focusing on him, Zhou Zekai just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible; he swiftly lowered his head and bit a small mouthful before pulling himself straight, one hand politely covering his mouth while he chewed.

The crispy texture was utterly mesmerizing, but when combined with the chewiness of the wrapping and the crunchy sweetness of the filling, Zhou Zekai’s taste buds were very blissful indeed.

“How is it? How is it?”

Since Zhou Zekai was still chewing, and he honestly didn’t trust his voice at this point, the best he could do was to give a thumbs-up at the camera to show how much he enjoyed the taste.

Without even thinking about it, Huang Shaotian popped the remaining of the gok jai into his own mouth, and Zhou Zekai could only stare at him as the blond mumbled with his mouth full of the dumpling. Meanwhile, Zhou Zekai’s brain was running wild with the colourful comments from the viewers, especially those very zealous fangirls, this video was about to be consumed by.

“It’s too bad Xiao Jiang can’t join us for dinner,” Huang Shaotian commented as he placed his phone down on the table after watching the video they’d filmed and edited two days ago. He grabbed the menu to inspect it even though they’d already placed their order about fifteen minutes ago, but he couldn’t let Zhou Zekai see the blush spreading on his cheeks.

What the hell had he been thinking? Huang Shaotian’s mind was running a marathon — a marathon of a never-ending circle. Hand-feeding Zhou Zekai like that as if… as if they were anything more than acquaintances! He hadn’t been thinking — that was the problem. He’d been so distracted by Zhou Zekai’s presence that he thought nothing of the gesture until after Jiang Botao shouted “cut!” to end their filming session and the man sent him an amused but knowing grin.

He tried to redirect his attention to elsewhere: the reaction had been even better than both vloggers had expected, and that gave them the motivation to film the next video as soon as possible, which was how they ended up in a hole-in-the-wall diner in one of the back alleys in the city near Zhou Zekai’s apartment.

“God I haven’t had xiao long bao in ages. You have no idea how long it’s been! Like, you’d think Guangzhou would have some good restaurants that serve half-way decent xiao long bao, but they’re either way too expensive or way too overrated,” Huang Shaotian rambled on until he felt like he was about to be suffocated by the way Zhou Zekai was staring at him with those ash-grey eyes and slight curve of his lips. “So, anyway, uh, I just wanted to thank you again for accepting my invitation to do this collaboration! It’s been really fun, and I can’t wait to try the food here. Here’s to another successful video from us both!”

Huang Shaotian raised his tall glass filled with beer and clinked it against Zhou Zekai’s, the foam overflowing the rim and sliding down the glass in rivulets of white.

“Mn.”

Zhou Zekai sipped his liquor in a slow and steady pace but Huang Shaotian seemed either very thirsty or very nervous, for he gulped down three-quarters of his beer in one breath.

Since they’d settled into their seats, Zhou Zekai hadn’t really spoken other than placing their orders. It wasn’t like he was ignoring Huang Shaotian though, because the blond could tell that the other man was listening to him attentively and gave the appropriate responses like nodding in agreement, or tilting his head to the side in puzzlement, or even occasionally giving one-syllable replies.

Before he allowed the silence to get any more insufferable, however, Huang Shaotian began to fiddle with his camera and tripod. Since their voluntary cameraman was not available today, Huang Shaotian had taken on the responsibility to record their session tonight.

When the dishes they ordered finally arrived, Huang Shaotian released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. With another one of his signature sunny smiles, he turned to Zhou Zekai and asked him if he was ready to start.

Sitting inside the bamboo steaming basket was the star of the video, the piping hot xiao long bao — the soup dumplings with their pale-yellow skin, glistening with moisture, the crown cascading with spiraled ripples, and their bodies plump with meat and stock inside just waiting to be bitten into. Huang Shaotian positioned the basket between himself and Zhou Zekai while moving the other dishes out of the way; they’d have to enjoy those a bit later, unfortunately.

“Welcome to the second installment of Cloud Piercer and myself Troubling Rain’s collaborative video about one of China’s most delectable and versatile food — dumplings! Today, Shanghai local Cloud Piercer takes me to his favourite restaurant in town that serves excellent xiao long bao, ta-dah!” Huang Shaotian tilted the basket to display the jewels towards the camera and continued, “And of course, when we’re eating these delicious little things, there are some courtesies that must be followed so that you can enjoy the dumplings with maximum level of scrumptiousness and minimum level of danger, i.e. accidentally letting that hot soup burn your tongue!”

As they’d discussed beforehand, Zhou Zekai took the cue and carefully picked up a xiao long bao with his chopsticks, placing the dainty dumpling into his soup spoon, which had already been filled with a dash of black vinegar.

“First, if you don’t dip your xiao long bao in some black vinegar, that should be a food crime and you should be put into food jail! Shame on you! The sourness of the vinegar and — yeah, don’t skip out on those ginger either!” Huang Shaotian added as Zhou Zekai delicately topped the dumpling with some finely-chopped ginger slivers, “the sourness of the vinegar and the mildness of the ginger will balance the slight saltiness and oiliness of the pork filling, so remember—”

What they hadn’t discussed, but what Zhou Zekai was currently doing, was the dark-haired man holding the dumpling a few inches away from Huang Shaotian’s lips, his eyes expectant and the corner of his lips slightly tilted upwards in what seemed to be a teasing smile. Maybe.

The scene was all too familiar.

“Uh, hmm? Cloud Piercer, what’s up?” Huang Shaotian didn’t dare back away but he was raising one of his brows in bewilderment.

“…”

The spoon with the plump xiao long bao sitting snugly in it was moving a degree closer, Zhou Zekai’s intention clear as day.

“F-for me?” Huang Shaotian wanted to be sure anyway, because what if he misinterpreted the whole thing and made a fool of himself in front of this gorgeous man? …Again?

Zhou Zekai nodded with a faint smile, and Huang Shaotian gulped noisily.

And since, as previously mentioned and demonstrated, Huang Shaotian was an infatuated fool who was too easily distracted, all his attention was focused on how pretty Zhou Zekai looked with a smile on his face, how sincere he seemed in offering him the first dumpling, and how insanely long his eyelashes were, a perfect frame for his ash-grey eyes that were also smiling warmly at him. His attention was so askew that he forgot about the one taboo any experienced xiao long bao-consumer would never commit: he took the entire freshly-steamed dumpling into his mouth and sank his teeth into it.

He regretted it instantly.

“Huang Shao!” Zhou Zekai yelped in forewarning, the loudest Huang Shaotian had ever heard from him. His eyes were widened almost comically, but it was too late.

Scalding, fragrant soup filled Huang Shaotian’s mouth, the heat of the stock burning its way around the tender flesh of his oral cavity and the back of his throat as he tried to swallow as quickly as he could without choking himself in the process. He coughed in the most unbecoming manner, soup dripping down his chin messily, his eyes turning red and watering from the heat, “Fuaaaah! Shit, shit, owwwww…”

Armed with several napkins, Zhou Zekai leaned in to dab Huang Shaotian’s chin and cheeks dry, his movements nothing but gentle, all the while his brows frowning with obvious worry, “…hurt? Need ice water?”

His face was only a few centimeters away from Huang Shaotian’s, and he was too preoccupied by his task of cleaning the blond up to realize that said blond was staring unabashedly at him.

‘Too close,’ Huang Shaotian thought to himself, blinking slowly and appreciating the flawless cheekbones and rosy pink of the other man’s lips in such close proximity. ‘Oh god.’ He had a feeling he was about to do something he was going to regret again.

“Water would be nice, but…” Huang Shaotian finally located his voice, slightly raw and hoarse from hot soup sliding down his throat just minutes before, and he glanced up to maintain steady eye contact with Zhou Zekai, his topaz irises blazing with a sudden burst of daring, before the words rolled out of his mouth, “a kiss from you might be better though.”

“…….”

At Zhou Zekai’s pause, though his hand remained on Huang Shaotian’s chin with a clean napkin, Huang Shaotian’s cheeks began to grow warm and he wished the ground would swallow him up already because hadn’t he embarrass himself enough in front of this guy today?!

“I-I mean— mmf?!”

His lips were warm, was Zhou Zekai’s first thought as his eyes fluttered close when their lips touched tenderly for the first time, warmer than expected, and so, so soft, like the fluffy chiffon cakes he liked to bake. On the other end, Huang Shaotian’s lips felt oversensitive due to the burning soup from the xiao long bao, but the slight tingling verging on numbing sensation was addictive, and he found himself leaning in closer, his arms hanging loosely on Zhou Zekai’s shoulders to keep him in place, their breaths gradually becoming more and more unsteady until Zhou Zekai pulled himself away and opened his eyes.

They were dark but glimmering with the kind of desire not unlike wanting to swallow his favourite dessert whole.

Huang Shaotian’s breath stuttered at the sight, but he still managed to grumble convincingly with an accusative tone, “Zhou Zekai, you realize we’ll have to film this from the beginning again, right?”

“Worth it.”

#qzgs #quan zhi gao shou #tka #the king's avatar #huang shaotian #zhou zekai #bowie's crappy writing #I think this is my fave so far #and I'd totally write this ship again because omg the cuteness potential is so there

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NOW~G-Dragon Pt.20

Genre:Angst/SMUT Rated:NSFW Pairing: GD X Reader wordcount:3,262 Masterlist DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book!

The emptiness that I feel after dropping Jiyong off is strange, and makes me feel a bit pathetic. After the short drive back to my room, it already feels as if I dropped him off hours ago. Hyuna isn’t in the room when I get there, but I’m glad. I really do need to study and prepare for my first day at Vance tomorrow: I have to decide what to wear, what to bring, what I am going to say.

Taking out my planner, I plan my week by the hour, then move on to my clothes. Day one at Vance will be my new black skirt and a red top and black heels, not too high but higher than I would have considered wearing two months ago. The outfit is very professional but still feminine. I wonder idly if Jiyong will like it.

To keep my mind off him, I complete all of my assignments that are due this week and then some. By the time I finish, the sun has disappeared from the sky and I’m starving, but the cafeteria is already closed. Jiyong still hasn’t texted me, so I assume he isn’t planning on coming over tonight.

Grabbing my purse, I head out to find something to eat. I remember seeing a Chinese restaurant near the little library, but by the time I find the place it’s closed. I look up the closest restaurant to me and find a place called the Ice House. When I drive there, the Ice House is small and looks like it’s made out of aluminum, but I’m hungry and the idea of finding another place to eat makes my stomach rumble even more. Going inside, I realize it’s more of a bar that serves food, and that it’s actually quite packed, although to my surprise I manage to find a small table in the back to sit at.

I ignore the glances of the people inside, who must be wondering why I’m here alone, but I always eat alone. I am not one of those people who need someone to go with them everywhere. I go shopping alone, eat out alone, and I have even been to the movies alone a few times when Hoseok wasn’t able to come. I never really have minded being alone . . . until now, if I’m honest with myself. I miss Jiyong more than I should, and it troubles me that he hasn’t even bothered to text me.

I order, and while I’m waiting on my food, the waitress brings me over a pink drink with a yellow umbrella sticking out of the top.

“Oh, I didn’t order this,” I tell her but she sits it down in front of me anyway.

“He did.” She smiles and tilts her head toward the bar area. I immediately hope that it’s Jiyong somehow and crane my neck to look. But it’s not. Seungri gives me a small wave and a dazzling smile from across the room. Nate walks up and takes the empty bar stool next to him and shoots me a smile as well.

“Oh. Thanks,” I tell her. It seems that every place around this campus allows underage drinking, or maybe these guys only go to the places that do. She assures me that my food will be ready any minute and wanders off.

A few moments later, Seungri and Nate come over, pull the chairs out from my table, and take a seat. I hope Seungri isn’t angry with me for what happened on Friday.

“You’re the last person that I expected to see in here, especially on a Sunday,” Nate says.

“Yeah, it was an accident. I was going for Chinese but it was closed,” I tell them.

“Have you seen Jiyong?” Seungri asks with a smile before looking at Nate, who shares a mysterious look with him before turning back to me.

“No, not for a while. You?” I ask them. My nerves are clear in my voice.

“No, not for a few hours but he should be here soon,” Nate answers.

“Here?” I squeak. My food arrives, but I’m no longer hungry. What if Chaerin is with him? I won’t be able to take it, not after the weekend we just had together.

“Yeah, we come here a lot. I can call him and see when he’ll be here?” Seungri suggests but I shake my head.

“No, it’s fine. I’m going to go, actually.” I look around for my waitress to ask for my check.

“You didn’t like the drink?” Seungri asks.

“No, well, I didn’t try it. Thanks for getting it for me, but I should go.”

“Are you guys fighting again?” he asks.

Nate begins to say something but Seungri shoots him a glare from across the table. What is going on? He takes a sip of his beer and looks at Nate again.

“He said what?” I ask.

“Nothing, he just said you guys were on better terms now.” Seungri answers for him. The small bar feels even smaller now, and I am desperate to leave.

“Oh, there they are!” Nate says.

My eyes dart to the door to see Jiyong ,Daesung, Tristan, Hyuna, and Chaerin—I knew it. I know they are friends, and I don’t want to come off as controlling or crazy, but I can’t stand Jiyong being around that girl.

When Jiyong’s eyes meet mine he looks surprised and almost afraid. Not this again. The waitress walks by while they make their way to our table.

“Could I just get my food to go, and get the check, please?” I ask her. She looks surprised, and then looks around at everybody who just showed up and nods, then goes back to the kitchen.

“Why are you going?” Hyuna asks. The five of them sit at the table next to us. I refuse to allow myself to look over at Jiyong . I hate the way he is so different around his friends—why can’t he just be the same Jiyong that I had all weekend?

“I . . . well, I have to study,” I lie.

She smiles hopefully. “You should stay—you study too much!”

Any hope that Jiyong would scoop me into his arms and tell me he has missed me is gone. The waitress shows up with my food, and I hand her a twenty, then stand up to leave.

“Well, you guys have a good night,” I tell them. I look at Jiyong and then back at the floor.

“Wait,” Jiyong says. I turn around and look at him. Please don’t let him make a rude remark or kiss Chaerin again.

“Aren’t you going to give me a good-night kiss?” He smiles.

I look around at his friends and they all look a little surprised but mostly confused. “W-what?” I stammer. I straighten my shoulders and look at him again.

“You’re not going to kiss me before you go?” He stands up and walks toward me. I wanted this, but now I am uncomfortable with everyone’s eyes on us.

“Um . . .” I don’t know what to say.

“Why would she?” Chaerin laughs. God, I can’t stand her.

“They are like together, obviously,” Hyuna tells her.

“What?” Chaerin says.

“Keep your mouth shut, Chaerin,” Seungri says and I want to thank him, but there is something behind his voice that makes me wonder about his choice of words. This is beyond uncomfortable.

“Bye, guys,” I say again and walk toward the door.

Jiyong follows me and grabs my wrist to stop me. “Why are you leaving? And why are you even in this place to begin with?”

“Well, I was hungry and came here to eat. And now I’m leaving because you were ignoring me and I—”

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I just didn’t know what to say or do. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. It caught me off guard,” he explains.

“Yeah, I am sure it did. You haven’t texted me all day and now you’re here with Chaerin?” My voice comes out much whinier than I wanted.

“And Daesung, Tristan, and Hyuna. Not just Chaerin,” he points out.

“I know . . . but you guys have a history and that bothers me.” I surely broke the record for the quickest jealous fit.

“It’s just that, babe: history. It wasn’t like this . . . not like us,” he says.

I sigh. “I know, I just can’t help it.”

“I know. How do you think I felt when I walked in there and saw you sitting with Seungri?”

“That’s not the same thing. You and Chaerin have slept together.” Just saying it stings.

“Tess . . .”

“I know, it’s crazy, but I can’t help it.” I look away.

“It’s not crazy. I understand. I just don’t know what to do about it. Chaerin is in our group and she probably always will be.”

I don’t know what I expected him to say but the equivalent of “too bad” isn’t what I wanted to hear. “Okay.” I should be happy that he basically told everyone we are dating now, but the whole thing felt so off.

“I’m going to go,” I tell him.

“Then I’m coming with you.”

“You sure you want to leave your friends?” I snap.

He rolls his eyes and follows me to my car. I try to hide my smile as we get in the car. At least I know he would rather be with me than Chaerin.

“So how long were you there before I arrived?”Jiyong asks as I pull out of the parking lot.

“About twenty minutes.”

“Oh. You didn’t meet Seungri there, did you?”

“No. It was the last place open to eat I could find. I had no idea he was there—or that you would show up. You know, because you never texted me.”

“Oh,” he says and pauses for a beat. But then he looks over at me again. “So what did you guys talk about?”

“Nothing; he was only at the table for a few minutes before you got there. Why?”

“I’m just wondering.” His fingers drum on his knee. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you, too,” I say as we pull onto campus. “I got a lot of homework done and I prepared everything for my first day at Vance.”

“Do you want me to drive you tomorrow?”

“No, that’s why I got my own car, remember?” I laugh.

“Still, I could drive you,” he offers as we get to my dorm and head inside.

“No, it’s fine. I will drive myself. Thank you, though.”

Just as I am about to ask him what he did all day—why he hadn’t texted me if he missed me so much—my breath gets locked in my throat and panic takes over.

My mother is standing in front of my door with her arms crossed and a deep scowl on her face.

Jiyong’s eyes follow mine and widen as he sees her. He reaches for my hand, but I pull away and step out in front of him. “Hi, Moth—”

“What the hell are you thinking!” she yells as we approach.

I want to shrink and disappear.

“I . . . what?” I don’t know what she knows yet, so I stay quiet. In her anger, her blond hair looks brighter, more angled toward her perfectly drawn-on face.

“What are you thinking, Y/N! Hoseok has been avoiding me for the last two weeks, and I finally ran into Mrs. Porter at the grocery—and you know what she told me? That you two have broken up! Why wouldn’t you tell me? I had to find out in the most humiliating way!” she shouts.

“It’s not that big a deal, Mother. We broke up,” I say and she gasps. Jiyong stays behind me, but I feel his hand go to the small of my back.

“Not that big a deal? How dare you—you and Hoseok have been together for years. He is good for you, Y/N. He has a future, and comes from a great family!” She pauses to catch her breath a moment, but I don’t interrupt, knowing there’s more to come. She straightens up and says as calmly as she can, “Luckily, I have just spoken to him and he has agreed to take you back, despite your promiscuous behavior.”

Anger flares inside me. “How dare I? If I don’t want to date him, I don’t have to. What does it matter what type of family he comes from? If I wasn’t happy with him, that is what should matter. How dare you talk to him about this—I am an adult!”

I push past her to open the door. Jiyong follows close behind me and my mother storms in after.

“You have no idea how ridiculous you sound! And then you show up here with . . . this . . . this . . . punk! Look at him, Y/N! Is this your way of rebelling against me? Have I done something to make you hate me?”

Jiyong is standing by my dresser with his jaw clenched and hands shoved deep in his pockets. If only she knew that Jiyong’s father is the chancellor at SCU and has even more money than Hoseok’s family. But I won’t tell her that, because that has nothing to do with it.

“This isn’t about you! Why do you have to make everything about you!” My tears are fighting to break free, but I refuse to let her get the best of me. I hate that when I am angry I cry; it makes me seem weak, but I can’t help it.

“You’re right, it isn’t about me—it’s about your future! You have to think of the future, not just how you’re feeling now. I know he seems fun and dangerous, but there is no future here!” She gestures to Jiyong . “Not with him . . . this freak!”

Before I realize what I am doing, I am in my mother’s face and Jiyong has stepped forward, grabbing me by the elbows to pull me away from her. “Do not talk about him like that!” I scream.

My mother’s eyes are wide and red-rimmed. “Who are you? My daughter would never speak to me this way! She would never jeopardize her future or be so disrespectful!”

I begin to feel guilty, but that’s exactly what she wants, and I have to fight through it to defend what I want. “I am not jeopardizing my future! My future isn’t even in question here, I’ll have a four-point-oh, and I have a great internship starting tomorrow! You are beyond selfish to come here and try to make me feel bad for being happy. He makes me happy, Mother, and if you can’t accept that, then you should go.”

“Excuse me?” She huffs, but in truth I’m as surprised by what I just said as she is. “You will regret this, Y/N! I am disgusted to even look at you!”

The room starts spinning. I was not prepared to go to war with my mother, not today at least. I knew it would be a matter of time before she found out, but she wasn’t even on my radar for today.

“I knew something was going on from the first time I saw him in your room. I just didn’t think you would be so quick to open your legs for him!”

Jiyong steps between us. “You’re taking this too far,” he warns her with dark eyes. I think Jiyong may be the only person who could actually give my mother a run for her money.

“You stay out of this!” she snaps, crossing her arms once again. “If you continue to see him, I will no longer speak to you, and you surely can’t pay for college on your own. This dorm alone costs me thousands!” she shrieks.

I’m astounded that my mother would go there. “You’re threatening my education because you don’t approve of who I am in love with?”

“In love with?” she scoffs. “Oh Y/N, my naïve Y/N, you have no idea what love is.” She laughs, making a sound that is more like a sickening cackle. “And you think he loves you?”

“I do love her,” Jiyong interrupts.

“Sure you do!” Her head falls back.

“Mother.”

“Y/N, I’m warning you: If you don’t stop seeing him, there will be consequences. I’m leaving now, but I expect a call after you clear your head.” She storms out of my room, and I go into the doorway to watch her as she stomps away, her heels clunking and echoing down the hall.

“I am so sorry.” I turn to Jiyong.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He takes my face in his hands. “I am proud of the way you stood up for yourself.” He kisses my nose. I look around the room and wonder just how everything came to this. I lean into Jiyong’s chest and he reaches around me, rubbing the tense muscles on my neck.

“I can’t believe her, I can’t believe she would act like that and threaten not to help pay for my college. She doesn’t pay for all of it—I have a partial scholarship and some student loans. She only pays twenty percent; the biggest thing is the dorms. But what if she really stops paying for them? I will have to find a job on top of the internship,” I sob. His hand moves to the back of my head and gently guides my head down to cry on his chest.

“Shh . . . Shh . . . It’s okay, we will figure it out. You can move in with me,” he says. I laugh and wipe my eyes, but he goes on, “Really, you could. Or we could get an apartment off campus. I have enough money.”

I look up at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“We can’t move in together.” I laugh and sniffle.

“Why not?”

“Because we have only known each other for a few months, and most of that time was spent fighting,” I remind him.

“So, we have done a pretty good job getting along this weekend.” He smiles and we both burst into laughter.

“You’re insane. I am not moving in with you,” I tell him and he hugs me again.

“Just think about it—I want to move out of the frat house anyway. I don’t really fit in there, in case you didn’t notice,” he says and laughs. It’s true, his small group of friends are the only ones who don’t wear polo shirts and khakis every day. “I only joined to piss my father off, but it didn’t work as well as I had hoped.”

“You could just get an apartment on your own if you dislike the house,” I say. There is no way I am moving in with him this soon.

“Yeah, but that wouldn’t be as fun.” He grins and wiggles his brows at me.

“We could still have fun,” I tease.

His wicked smile grows and he brings both hands down to my bottom and squeezes.

“Jiyong!” I scold him playfully.

The door opens and my breathing stops. Flashbacks of my mother’s anger fill my vision, and I’m afraid she’s come back for round two.

So I’m relieved when it’s Hyuna and Tristan who walk into the room.

“Guess I missed something grand. Your mom just flipped me off in the parking lot,” Hyuna says, and I can’t help but laugh.

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Food Network (Amalgam!verse)

After ‘Christmas in July’ but before Colombina discovers that Ryder and Nightcreeper are the same person.

Kurt was just finishing up his list of questions for tonight’s live interview when the phone on his desk buzzed. Picking up the receiver, he spoke. “Good morning, Kurt Ryder speaking, who’s this?”

He heard the tinny voice of the front desk receptionist in return. “Ah, Ryder, there’s a young woman here, says her name is Kitty Pryde. She’s brought your lunch?” He hesitated before answering. His focus on social justice meant he occasionally had to field assassination attempts, and it wouldn’t be the first time someone had used the name of a friend to try to get to him. “She also said something about how the smell of burnt squid takes forever to clean up and that she’s blaming you.”

“Send her right up then.” He said with a smile. The burnt squid had been his attempt to make dinner for the Wayne household yesterday, probably not something an enemy would know about. It had prompted the entire household to eat out, but they did that often enough that it wouldn’t set off any alarms.

“You bastard, making me walk all the way down here just to deliver your lunch. You’re lucky we’ve got a half-day at school otherwise I’d just leave you to starve.”

“I could buy my own, but your cooking is so much better Kitty.” He said, eagerly digging into the paper bag she had brought him.

“Aww, no fair. I want a pretty girlfriend to bring me lunch too!” At the open doorway, Remington Cord and Vera Sweet were looking in. Cord had an open smile on his face, while Vera had a scowl.

“I’m not his girlfriend.” “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“She’d better not be.” Vera gave Kitty a thorough up-and-down and apparently approved. “She looks a little young for you, Ryder.”

Kitty bristled. “I’m seventeen.”

“And he’s twenty-nine. Watch out for cradle-robbers little girl.”

Kitty took the comment with ill-grace but refrained from arguing. As the two junior reporters walked over by the desk, she looked up at Remington Cord with an expression of awe on her face. He noticed and grinned down at her.

“Impressed? I’m flattered that you tossed Ryder over for plain old me.”

She shook her head, making her amber curls bounce. “Well, sort of, but not for the reasons you might think. You’re the fourth tall, black-haired, blue-eyed male athlete I’ve met in the past year. I’m just surprised at the coincidence.”

“Logan’s not tall.” Ryder interjected.

“Compared to me, everyone’s tall.”

“Oh and here I thought I could beat Ryder in the good looks department. Guess I’ll just have to settle for being younger and wittier.”

Kurt leaned forward, resting his chin on his clasped hands. “Younger, but not wittier. Also definitely poorer.”

“Enjoy your gold diggers, kraut. But seriously, if you’re not his girlfriend, why are you dropping off his lunch then?” Vera turned towards the teenager.

“Because I cooked it for him.”

“And he couldn’t cook for himself?”

Kitty gave them all an incredulous look. “Cook? Kurt? How many people do you want to kill?”

The two junior reporters turned to look at Ryder. He nodded his head. “It’s true. Last time I cooked, I set the fridge on fire.”

Cord asked the obvious question. “And how long ago was that?”

“Last night.” A pregnant pause filled the air as two people tried to imagine how that could happen, and two others recalled the very vivid images of the previous evening. Shaking his head clear of the memories, Kurt turned back to his fellow reporters. “So I take it that you're done with your interview with Oswald Cobblepot?”

“We are,” agreed Remington. “From what I can tell, this should probably go into entertainment or maybe food. He honestly seems to be going straight now.”

“We tried. I even snuck around the back, but the worst I could see was that he was slightly paranoid about security. And given his history, I can’t say I blame him.” Griped Vera, pointing to a stain on her skirt.

“Hmmm, Triple J will be disappointed, but not enough to demand changes. Have you decided who’s going to do the article?”

“I will,” announced the blonde. “He’s volunteered to do the editing this time.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Your name’s not going to be featured.”

“Entertainment’s not my thing. Besides, it will give me more time for my hobby.”

“What is your hobby?” asked Kitty, who had been watching the interaction with fascination. Ryder and Sweet groaned while Cord perked up.

“I’m glad you asked. I like to study cryptids.”

“Now you’ve done it.” whispered the eldest reporter. “He’ll talk about these things for hours. Your interest will die, be memorialized and forgotten before he stops.”

Remington gave them a mock glare. “You know, I was right about Abominite. There really was a horrible monster living in the sewers of New Gotham.”

“You were right about that,” conceded the female reporter. “But that was once, out of eight times. If you were a horse, I’d shoot you.”

“So who, or rather what, are you researching now?” asked Kitty, trying to keep the peace. Kurt would have told her it was futile.

“The Nightcreeper!”

“Who doesn’t exist,” hissed Ryder. “Some of the others I could believe that they were possible, but this time you’re chasing a fantasy created by drunk criminals to explain to their bosses why they don’t have the money that they drank away.”

The younger man narrowed paler blue eyes at the other. “I’ve got over a dozen witness accounts, from people who weren’t drunk. I’ve got photographs of the graffiti he’s left behind. I’ve plenty of proof if you would care to observe.”

“Cryptids are your obsession, not mine.” Kurt sighed and turned back to Kitty, who was staring at them all with wide eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see that. So are you staying this afternoon or . . . “

“No, Jubilee’s got this anime club she wants me to attend. I’m on my way to that.” She made her way over to the door. “So, um, bye, uh?”

“I’m so sorry Kitty, I should have introduced you.” Kurt stood up and gestured to his right. “This is Vera Sweet. She works as the meteorologist for the station, but is looking to become a field reporter.” The two women gave each other a brief nod.

“And this,” now a gesture to the left. “Is my protege Remington Cord. Remi’s shows a lot of potential as a reporter. Someday he may be almost as famous as me!” Remington gave her a big smile and stepped up to shake her hand.

Kitty raised an eyebrow but accepted the handshake. “Damned by faint praise?” she whispered to the younger man.

“The faintest,” he agreed.

“Remi, Vera, this is Kitty Pryde. She’s Logan Wayne’s newest ward.”

Vera looked at her with cool eyes. “You’re living with Logan Wayne? Why on earth are you hanging around delivering this loser’s lunch?”

Kitty looked her straight in the eye. “Because he’s my guinea pig.”

Kurt shrugged. “It’s true. Kitty is learning to cook and needed someone to taste test her creations.”

Cord stared at his mentor. “You are an incredibly brave man.”

The youngest one shot him a glare. “Anyway, give me a call tonight and tell me how it tastes, alright?”

Ryder gave her a smile and a lopsided salute. “Will do. Give the others my apologies.”

Once she’d gone, Kurt turned to his protege. “I’m not that brave. She’s really an excellent cook.”

Cord wasn’t paying attention. “Seventeen, huh? Not that young actually. Not that young at all.”

Vera raised one hand and waved it in front of Remington’s dreamy eyes. “You’re going to regret introducing them one day.” she predicted when her fellow reporter didn’t even react.

Kurt just sighed and started to unwrap his lunch.

#amalgam!verse #kurt ryder #Kitty Pryde #vera sweet #remington cord #kurt can't cook #anne-marie used to do all the cooking #then she moved out #nightcreeper is still pining for kokoro at this point #kitty's ten centimeters shorter than logan in this au #and kurt's fifteen centimeters taller than logan #when she meets ferro man it becomes five in the same year

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