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emberwood-if · 2 years

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It makes me wonder, how would the resident ros(who are all close with the mc platonically) + andrei react if the mc suddenly tells them that they think they might be in love with a mysterious person who might or might not be a bad guy(antagonist)?🤭

omg this is goodddd, I did a narrative answer because this is prob one of my fav requested scenario so far!

Of course, I always defer to comedy when I write scenarios (idk why lol) and this is definitely not canon hahaha

this is going off them possibly knowing the antagonist is a bad guy at the moment MC tells them:

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“I think I’m in love.”

At your words, your housemates immediately stop what they’re doing. They surround you, splayed in various positions on the couch. Your words are followed by terse silence, punctuated only by the melodic ticking sound of the grandfather clock that sits in the corner of the living room.

You didn’t mean to blurt it out the way you did, but the words have been gnawing at you for too long. Better to rip the bandage off, right?

“Are we supposed to have a response to that?” Dani asks from their spot on the chair, clearly unimpressed by your sudden declaration.

“Shush, Dani,” F says, waving their hand dismissively at them, their eyes never leaving yours, “you’re ruining the moment.”

“That’s cute,” Alex says, sounding bored of the conversation already. You didn’t expect much of a reaction from them anyway.

“Oh, this is so wonderful.” Andrei makes a wistful face, putting his palms on his cheeks. “MC is growing up...”

“I’m literally an adult,” you remind him.

“Don’t ruin this for me,” Andrei says to you with a frown.

K shoots him a baffled look. “For you?”

Perry sits forward, shoving Andrei back. As he looks at you, he smiles, but it can really only be read one way: cautiously optimistic. If someone could smile in worry, whatever face Perry is making is exactly what it would look like. “That’s…good, MC. Congrats. Who, pray tell, are you in love with?”

“Great question…” Now this is the part that was eating away at you these past few days. The idea of you being in love isn’t exactly news to fuss over—at least, your housemates wouldn’t think so—but you know the matter of who you’re in love with is a different story completely.

You inhale deeply. “I may be in love with (antagonist).”

Another round of silence. Every pair of eyes in the room settles on you. You quite literally witness all of them go through the five stages of grief before they somehow collectively decide to speak up at once.

“What the fuck—“

“MC, what is wrong with you—“

Alex even stands, palming their face. “I’m going to bed—“

“Wait!” You grab Alex’s arm before they can leave. “I can explain!”

“MC!” Andrei cries. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

F lets out a long whistle, smiling. “Can we consider MC the family disappointment now?”

“You still hold that title,” K says easily.

Dani stares at you, brows knitted in outrage. “Are you joking?”

“Obviously not,” N says, finally choosing to speak.

Andrei makes a show of fanning himself, even going as far as putting the back of his hand to his forehead. “I think I might faint.”

“Please do,” K says.

Perry raises a hand as if in class, and you nod your chin at him. “He tried to kill you.”

“We don’t know that for sure yet,” you counter. “We don’t even know if he’s actually the one we’re looking for.”

“Once again,” Perry replies, “he tried to kill you.”

“Out of everyone in this house, I thought it’d be Alex falling in love with a literal murderer.” F barks out a laugh.

“Jury’s still out,” Alex pipes in, their voice leaving them in a lazy drawl. “I have a few in mind.”

“The most surprising thing out of all this is how MC even had time to fall in love with someone,” K says. “You hardly leave the house.”

Well.

“That’s the most surprising thing?” Perry frowns.

“Guys.” You raise your palms. “Let’s all take a breather—“

“So what was it that did it for you?” F asks, smirking. “Was it the homicidal undertones? Did he take you to a cemetery for your first date? Gaslight you into thinking world domination is peak romance?”

You huff. “No—“

“I can’t believe this conversation is real.” Dani looks positively miserable as they curl up against the arm of the chair. “Am I the only sane one here?”

F shakes their head. “Dani, calling you sane is like calling K fun.”

“I am fun.” K scowls.

“Guess you’re a liar too,” Alex retorts, ignoring K’s glare.

Perry is too busy gazing at a fixed point on the wall, having checked out minutes ago. Guess even this is above his pay-grade.

Andrei let’s our a wail. “This is the worst day of my life! I retract my blessing!”

“I never asked for your—never mind.” You shake your head. Why did you tell them again? “Forget I said anything.”

But they don’t hear you. F is still loudly wondering what exactly antagonist did to get you so smitten, while Alex argues that a date at a cemetery is in fact, a great date. Dani is looking around the living room, appearing as if they want to murder literally everyone. Andrei is having a meltdown, crying to K who is doing a poor job at comforting him. Perry, on the other hand, has his head bent to the ceiling, lost in space.

Calling this a mess is an understatement.

You jump when N appears besides you, offering you a tiny smile.

“You seem entertained.” You sigh.

N nods. “Surprisingly.”

You decide in that moment that N’s silence may be for a reason, and that they’re definitely a lot smarter than they let on.

N’s smile grows, as if they know what you’re thinking.

Yeah, you decide, as you gaze at the group who are now arguing amongst each other for reasons beyond you. Next time: say nothing.

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ssixa · 4 years

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CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 3.5K

Warning: explicit language

A/n: yay finally a long chapter! glad y’all are enjoying this story! The collage sucks for this one, but it was a struggle lol.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Six

~Months Later~

I can’t believe the tour has already kicked off! Especially it being a world tour, the poor boys are going to be so excited and yet exhausted.

“Yo bitch, whatcha doin this weekend?” I text my best friend y/f/n

“Nothin, probs just going to the bar. Wassup?” She replied

“Guess who scored us some tickets to a very specific concert that we couldn’t get tickets for?” I send with a smirk

“Biittchhhh you dddiiiddnn’ttttt”

“Bbbiiittcchhhh I dddiiiddd”

“How the hell did you get Got7 tickets when they’re sold out...what organs did you sell?” She questioned suddenly

“Let’s just say I met a trustworthy person who was selling them for cheap” I reply not wanting to ruin the surprise

“Fuck it, I don’t want to know, just tell me how much they are later” she sends

“Np”

“Also we better take some cute ass pics when we’re there, but then again, when do we ever not take cute ass pics” I send

“Bitch you best believe I’ll look cute, don’t you worry”

I put my phone away after scrolling through my social medias out of boredom. This weekend can’t come fast enough honestly. Just gotta make it through the work week at my other job. Yet again so many Karen’s coming in and doing what Karen’s do, men fully disregarding what I’m saying because I’m a young black woman; so on and so forth. The week was more busy than I thought because at a blink of an eye it was Saturday aka the day of the Got7 concert! I decided to get dressed at y/f/n’s place since it would be more convenient since she lives closer to the venue.

After getting dressed (and lookin fucking cute, but sexy at the same time) we head to the venue. I direct y/f/n that we should walk towards the ticketing booth in order to pick up the tickets. Luckily the tour and this venue had a common agreement on different ways you can have your tickets and luckily buying and picking up the physical ones at the booth was one option.

“Ugh I seriously need to find out who got you these tickets! They can be our concert ticket dealer hahaha” y/f/n says

“A girl has her secrets” I give her a wink and keep walking.

We head towards the entrance of the venue and wait in line until doors open. As we do for past concerts, we start conversations with other fans in line. A basic convo of “who’s your bias?”, “what other groups do y’all stan?”, etc. Luckily it makes the time go by faster because before we knew it, doors opened and they started scanning tickets and letting everyone in. We found our seats and saw that some of the fans we made friends with in line were sitting right behind us. We continued our conversation about nothing specific really until I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down and see that Mark messaged me,

“Y/NNNNNNN!!!!” Mark messaged

“MAAARRRKKKK!!!” I replied

“I see you”

“Can you please not be creepy”

“Awe but it’s fun! ANYWAYS I can’t believe you’re here I can’t wait to see you!” he replied excitedly

“I can’t wait to see you either! First time I’m getting to see you performing on stage. I seriously can’t” I quickly reply

“OH RIGHT! I remember why I texted you, check under your chair” he messaged

“You’re making me nervous boy”

“First of all, I’m a man. Second of all, stop being a wimp and look under your chair” he replies back with an eye rolling emoji.

I decide to give in and squeeze myself on the ground between my chair and the chair in front of me. I feel a little bit around until my hand takes hold of something. I pull it out and it’s an envelope so I open it because what harm is there in opening a mysterious envelope from Mark. When I opened it, I shut it just as quickly, I looked side to side to make sure no one saw, shoved it in my bag, and grabbed my phone.

“Mark Tuan imma kill you” I message adding a crying emoji

“Am I your favorite member now?” he said with a cute emoji

“Nope, still loyal, but Mark you really didn’t have to do this! VIP BACKSTAGE PASSES”

“How could I not?! You’re one of my friends that I cherish and it’s been so long. The fact that you thought that just attending the concert would be the end of it...I’m hurt” he replies almost sounding a little too butthurt.

“Fine fine, but you know I love you right! I seriously can’t believe I can even call you a friend, let alone a close friend at that!” I message excitedly

“I-love you too, you’re seriously someone I didn’t expect to show up in the circumstances they did. Thank goodness you did though, I was on the brink of murdering Yug because he was just calling me by my name. That child has no respect”

“Mark, honey, you’re American, I wouldn’t have guessed you were so serious about that type of stuff” I retorted

“Well I’m used to the way things run so I just want to hit him sometimes, what an annoying brat” he sent. I ended up laughing and y/f/n looked at me curious as to what was so funny on my phone. I quickly hid it, but I already knew she knew something was up. That’s why I was grateful when she didn’t push further because she knows I always end up spilling the tea later.

“That makes sense anyways you see where I am right?” I ask

“Yup, you look pretty” he comments as he always does

“Whatever, you see the girl to the right of me?”

“Kinda, I can’t really see her face though”

“Oh let me help” I replied.

“Yo y/f/n let’s take a pic” I get her attention. She turned around and agreed seeing that it wasn’t unusual for us to take pics together, especially at concerts.

“Ooo these are cute” she comments then turns back around to keep talking to our new friends.

“See now, cute right?” I text Mark

“Oh yeah~ she’s cute I guess, what about her though?” He replies

“That’s the friend I was telling you about and lucky for you she doesn’t have a solid bias in the group yet” I mention knowing that it would peek his interest.

“Oh she doesn’t now, well now I’m even more excited to meet her” he comments, with easy excitement detected in his message.

“Well thanks to you, we all get to meet each other!” I message excitedly

“You’re very welcome sweetheart, but I gtg my turn to get pretty” he sends

“Lol you’ve always been pretty, but see you later!”

“Lol bye” he texted lastly.

I spend the rest of the time before the concert trying to devise how I’m going to keep surprising y/f/n until we reach the boys while still talking to our new friends. I decided that I would say I found these badges in one of the bathroom stalls after going in after a staff member and decided that it would be our ticket into the backstage. Perfect, not only is it a crazy idea, but the prize at the end (her reaction) will be the icing on the cake. I decided to text Mark about the plan and to also tell the manager so when we do get back there we don’t get in actual trouble. He saw my message and sent an emoji making sure I understood he got the message. This made the whole experience even better.

The lights dimmer and we knew the show was starting. The whole place erupted in screams and chants of “Got7” echoing everywhere. The stage lit up and the boys walked out. I screamed and almost busted a lung at how good the boys looked up there. Mark looking exceptionally nice almost made me forget how much of an idiot he really is. It amazes me how humans can deceive each other so easily by just putting on an act.

The concert was beyond amazing! I almost forgot while in the middle of the concert how I actually know the boys and consider them my friends. My mind went back to just being a simple ahgase and it being just that. It wasn’t until Mark came to my side of the stage and did some weird thing that I recalled that I actually know this fool personally. Then Mark pointed me out to the other members so once they spotted me they made their rounds to come to my side of the stage and do something that made my whole side scream. One girl in front of me thought that the finger heart from Jackson was for her when it was really meant for me. Poor girl.

The concert went on, screams were loud, fanchants were strong, light stick choreo was on point, the BOYS choreo was definitely on point, and honestly everything was just perfect. In the back of my head I couldn’t wait to finally meet the boys and better yet, be able to get this secret off my chest. I still hadn’t told anyone of me knowing the boys so to be able to tell y/f/n was going to be a load off my chest. It was the end of the concert with the boys concluding it with a classic that is “A.” During one of the chorus point dances JB came to my side of the stage like he had done once or twice before. While Youngjae and him sang the chorus JB never stopped looking me during the certain lyrics

“Ei da aneunde wae jakku sumgyeo

Nega nal joahaneunge imi

Ne eolgure sseuyeoisseo

Ei nareul boda wae nuneul dollyeo

Da aneunde ei e...”

(Translated: “Hey I already know everything so why are you hiding

It’s written all over your face that you like me

Hey why do you look away

I know everything”)

Contradictory to the lyrics, more specifically JB’s verse, I couldn’t look away. Was he confessing...to me? There’s now way. My heart sped up at the thought that my bias, my ult bias at that, has feelings for me! It was hard to get immersed in the rest of the concert with my head getting mixed signals of what JB really did was meant for me or just did it to tease me, not like it would be the first time. We talked a lot over messenger and really clicked, that included him reminding me that he knew that he was my favorite. Yeah I grew legit feelings for him, but my brain rationalized that it wouldn’t make sense for that to ever exist beyond that, but if what he did right now on stage was him confessing to me, maybe...there’s a chance.

It’s just the possibility of him liking me from only talking to me, while my feelings have existed. I need to stop thinking about this because there’s no way

“Y/n just enjoy the rest of the concert” I mumbled to myself. Thank goodness it was loud and dark enough that no one could hear me or see me.

When the concert ended, y/f/n and I just sat there in utter amazement. We couldn’t believe we just had the chance to witness this and not to mention a relief since it had been so long for Got7 to come back to a city near enough that we could travel. After a moment of shock, I looked at her

“Yo bitch” I said to grab her attention

“What bitch?” She replied, such friendship

“This night ain’t over yet” I commented and signaled for her to look down her face of confusion and shock filled her face

“Y/n how the hell did you get these?!” She whispered yelled to not get much attention to us

“Remember when I went to the bathroom earlier? I guess I used a stall after one of the staff members and they misplaced it there” I commented hoping she would believe the lie

“Y/n you don’t do wild shit like that though, it’s always me” she mentions

“I know but I’m willing to risk it all because what’s the worst that could happen?” I say hoping to convince her

“Well first we could be black listed by JYP, we would be the new face of sasaengs and last I checked there aren’t many or many in general black sasaengs...that should be enough reasons not to do it” she said.

“Yes, but if it works then we have a high chance of meeting Got7 and think about how much staff they have. What’s the likeliness they would know who we are'' I bring up

“Damn, you making me do dumb bitch shit...fine I’m in” she says. Score.

We made our way out with most everyone just like normal, but snuck away to a secluded area where security wasn’t looking through. We slipped through a door that led through a hallway that led backstage. Getting backstage we were looked at sideways but everyone was rushing everywhere not paying us any mind (thank goodness their staff was pretty diverse), but I’m surprised no one noticed how different we stick out especially with our outfits. .

We slip passed another door, we turned around getting stopped in our tracks by the boys’ manager. He wore this scowl on his face and both of us freaked. Then I remembered Mark texted me saying the manager would have eyes around the place so when we sneak in he would know where we were. So when running into him and seeing the scowl I knew he was just faking it and yet it was so believable. He stared us down,

“Now I don’t think I recognize you two” he comments

“Um well you see” y/f/n starts in a slight panic

“We were given these passes by someone higher up in the company so we just decided to let ourselves in instead of waiting for the person they were going to send” I replied back confidently hoping it sounded believable enough...to y/f/n that is.

“‘Someone higher up huh?’ well who might that be exactly?” he questioned

“I don’t have to say and you can’t make me” I snap back with a bit of attitude

“Well if it is like that, I can’t allow you to proceed any further” he snarls back. Wow he’s really into this. JYP should really look into an acting career for this man and if not that give him a raise or something.

“Now if you two ladies could follow me to this room and I’ll get security to come deal with you both” he continued. y/f/n was getting visibly overwhelmed, but thankfully she had her inhaler with her. I hated to see that her reaction was getting that intense, but we were so close.

“Fine” I replied back fake angrily. y/f/n and I follow the manager back to a room that was labeled “Security” on the front. Perfect, everything was going to plan. Mark helped give more detail to my plan and thought to get a sheet of paper and put security to make the plan more believable. What we didn’t know though is under that sheet of paper it actually said “Artists Dressing Room.” It also occurred to me how good the manager's english had gotten. I guess it worked out with my Korean also getting much better as well. Luckily, I told y/f/n that I decided to study Korean again so she didn’t question why I was able to speak so well. She is able to speak pretty well herself, but the intensity of the situation caused her brain to freak out not being able to respond.

Once we reached the door, the manager slowly turned around. We briefly made eye contact and a smirk slightly graced his face. This is it, y/f/n looked like her nerves were a bit calmer, but I was sure to stand behind her in case she passed out. The manager opened the door and stepped to the side, he ushered us in and I gasp really loudly,

“OMG IT’S GOT7” I exclaim. The boys all shot their heads up from different areas of the room, the sense of panic that graced their face for a few seconds made it even better. That stupid Mark, I guess he didn’t tell the boys of the plan so they must have thought that we were crazed fans who actually snuck in. Once the boys stared in shock for a few more seconds, all the sudden I hear

“y/nnnnn!!!” Mark screamed and dashed from the chair he was lounging in for a hug. I start laughing hysterically when I turn to see y/f/n’s hella confused face. It took me all the strength to try and stop laughing, but eventually I was able to calm down enough to talk,

“SURPRISE BITCH!!” I look to y/f/n and yell, her face still in utter shock and confusion.

“Hey boys” I wave crazily to the boys who finally have the previous shock go away and have faces grazed with the biggest of smiles.

“y/n, how are you here?!” Youngjae questioned. From my peripheral vision I could see the boys look with beaming eyes mentally waiting for the answer to that same exact question they were all sharing. I look to Mark and comment

“You idiot, you didn’t tell them?” I laugh

“Well seeing you were surprising your friend, I wanted to do the same for the boys” he laughed back.

“Makes sense, this was worth it though to see their faces” we both started laughing. Mark went on to explain in Korean about the plan we concocted and how we were able to execute it along with the help of the manager and other staff members. The boys nod and I turn to y/f/n explaining everything similarly.

“I hate you so much right now” y/f/n says but with humor

“Awe but I love you so much” I replied back lovingly

“Mark this is my friend y/f/n I was telling you about before” I turn to Mark and say

“Nice to meet you!” Mark said with a bright smile

“Nice to meet you too” y/f/n replied back slightly shyly but still with slight confidence. Mark directs us to go and sit down on the chair that was previously occupied by him and Jackson. We all took a seat while BamBam, Yug, and JB were getting their makeup taken off and getting dressed in more comfier clothing behind a panel.

“This is crazy that we’re finally getting to meet you y/n though it feels like we’ve been friends for ages’ Jackson speaks up.

“I know right! It’s still surreal that we’re all pretty good friends given we’ve never met physically...well except for Mark that is”

“Wait how do you even know Mark...like how the hell did that even happen?” y/f/n speaks up. The boys looked at each other surprised that she didn’t know even though Mark and I had been talking for months. I look to Mark to see if it was fine to tell her given that he’s not one of my patients anymore, but still it would be illegal and immoral to start spilling unless allowed. He gives me the go ahead and I turn back to y/f/n and explain to her how it came to be. From all the stupid stuff he said to getting to talk to the boys over facetime, nothing was left unturned. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and how lucky I was to have a chance encounter like this.

“Wow you really lived the ‘y/n’ life right now huh?” She commented

“I’m just glad I was able to get it off my chest, it was really hard trying to keep this a secret for that long” I laughed

“But why now, like how long you think you would’ve held it in if they didn’t have a tour?” she questioned

“Honestly I was close to just spilling everything, but luckily the tour was announced. You can also thank Mark for the free tickets and passes by the way” I laughed. y/f/n looked at Mark and had no other way of phrasing words than to say thank you multiple times

“It’s no problem at all, your reaction was priceless though! It made it worth it in the end” he laughed.

I sit there looking at my surroundings amazed this is actually happening. Mark irritatingly asked y/f/n to tell him stories of stupid shit I’ve done in the past because I refused to tell him. y/f/n went along I’m guessing as payback for the stupid stunt I pulled with this whole encounter. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to put those two together because now Jackson is listening in and I guess so is BamBam from the makeup chair because I can hear him laughing along with everyone else at some part of the story that I don’t even remember (I must have been drunk...whoops). Even then, I don’t think anything could top this moment…

Now I have to figure out why JB has been avoiding interactions with me since y/f/n and I walked in.

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deepdaleducks · 5 years

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Time - Writing Prompt

Thank you to my love @incorrectpremquotes for sending in this prompt (like an age ago hahaha) from this post.

114. “Don’t you think you’re a bit old to be using cheesy pickup lines?”

Author’s Note - This one took me forever to write (mainly down to my own writer’s block) but I think I’m pretty proud of it. I would really appreciate your feedback! I posted a sneak preview of this the other day but it wasn’t finished or titled then. I feel like I could maybe write a second part to this so if you want that let me know?? Enjoy x

Ps. I proof read the first bits whilst I was writing it a lot but the last part isn’t proof read so is probs crap.

Pps. Its probably all crap, but read it anyway?

It was Thursday night and your friend had decided that now after three months it was time for an intervention. It wasn’t like you were still sad about your break up, you’d just been busy with work and so ‘getting back on the horse’ had taken longer than expected. You and her had talked it all over. The busy schedules, the missed calls, the cancelled dates. The split had been amicable. For the first two years your relationship had been wonderful. You’d support him at games, and he’d cook your dinner for when you got home from work. There was weekly dates and trips out to your parents’ house on Sundays. Then you got promoted at work and he was being played more in games and there was no time. Only fleeting kisses and ‘I’ll call you later’s. The final six months were lonely and tiring and you both decided that maybe it would be better if you stopped trying to force it. You moved out and into your friends place and he stayed in the house you had once shared.

A week later it had come out in the press that he was already seeing some Instagram model and you were fine. You broke up because you couldn’t give each other 100% what the other wanted. The headlines were saying that they’d been together in secret for months and now your relationship was over they could finally be out in the open. You hadn’t broken up over cheating or scandals and you were fine. That’s what you told yourself for the first few weeks. But then there were paparazzi at your work, and you were being asked to comment on the break up and on his new girlfriend and it all got too much. When you called him one night after a bottle of wine, you had thanked your lucky stars that he hadn’t answered, and it had gone to voicemail. And when he texted you the next morning asking if you were okay, you didn’t respond, and never called back.

Drinks with your friend had been successful. There wasn’t any wild partying as you both had work in the morning, but she had been right; getting out of the house and doing something that wasn’t your job was good. The breakup had been briefly mentioned but as you’d dissected every moment of it over endless pints of Ben & Jerry’s the conversation had been mainly focussed on work and her new engagement.

You weren’t angry when her phone rang and she had to leave in emergency, knowing she’d done the same thing to help your emergencies plenty of times in the past. You only had a few sips of your drink left anyway, so you were planning to just finish it and head home. You felt a body in the space next to you at the bar that alarmed you a little.

“Do I know you?” an all too familiar voice says next to you, “because you look a lot like my next girlfriend.” You don’t even need to turn to confirm who the voice belonged to. You could tell it was him just by his voice and the smell of his cologne. The smell of your favourite cologne.

“Funny.” You reply, briefly turning to look at him before turning back to the bar and finishing your drink in one swig, “because you look at lot like my ex-boyfriend.” Before you can even attempt to leave, he’s already called over to the bar tender and order two gin and tonics.

“Oh, look at that we’re drinking the same thing. It’s like we’re meant to be together.” He says, pushing a glass in your direction with a wink.

“Don’t you think you’re a bit old to be using cheesy pickup lines?” You retort, still sipping from the glass anyway.

“Don’t you think you’re a bit young to be drinking alone in a bar on a Thursday night, Bridget?” he jokes, referencing your favourite character, Bridget Jones. When you first met, you’d made a joke about how you were convinced you’d soon be singing Celine Dion’s ‘All by Myself’ over a bottle of wine alone in your apartment and he’s promised that he could change that. And he did for a while.

“I’m not drinking alone.” You protest.

“Well not anymore, but you were.”

“No, I wasn’t, Chloe was here. She just left.” You continue, adamant to not let him know how alone you’ve been these last three months.

“I’m only teasing you, babe.” The words roll of his tongue so easily and it feels like it used to be, just for a second. He notices how you tense up a little at the word. How your fingers stop moving around the rim of your glass. How your lips purse together slightly. You weren’t his to call babe anymore, he knew that. “You, erm… You look good. You look well.” He finishes after clearing his throat to dissipate the newly rising tension.

You mumble a thank you under your breath, slowly turning in his direction. He’s still standing in the space beside you, his eyes asking for permission to sit when they finally meet yours. You’ve seen him in the weeks and months since you broke up, but you haven’t looked him the eyes like this since the day it ended. “Why are you here?” You ask, refusing to let him in easily. This bar wasn’t on his side of town and he never spent much time outside of his local neighbourhood, so this was no coincidence.

“I was in the area. Fancied a drink. It was weird. I was just wandering around and then I turned onto this street and I see the sign hanging outside. It’s like I was drawn here. Then I realised this was the bar you always talked about. You always said you were gonna bring me here, but you never did.” He replies, looking you dead in the eyes honestly.

“I did,” You reply quickly, his eyes search yours, encouraging you go continue, “bring you here. Once. The night of Ella's birthday. We’d been dating what like five weeks at the time? We were in the neighbourhood for a meal, and then after everyone left, I brought you here.”

“Oh. I don’t think I remember that.” He says, sliding in to the chair next to you, trying not to let you notice. You turn your head to the other side of the room and his eyes follow yours.

“We sat in that booth over there.” you say, pointing over at the dimly lit booth. “That was when you told me you thought you were falling in love with me. Don’t you remember that?” his eyes meet yours once more, his face painted with disbelief.

“I’d completely forgotten that.” He pauses briefly. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no. It’s okay. It was a long time ago.” You weren’t lying. It was a very long time ago. But it still hurt to know he didn’t remember those moments. The moments that you had been thinking about all the time.

“I’m sorry about everything. About forgetting. About not having enough time for you. About not giving you the world when it was what you deserved.” he declares, reaching for your hand as he does so. His fingers brush yours sending electric sparks up your arm. It had been so long since you’d touched, and you were almost certain that he’d be able to feel your heart beat pulsing through your fingers. You let yourself indulge in it for a moment before pulling away again. He may have forgotten but you hadn’t. You broke up because you didn’t have time, but he sure had time to slip into someone else’s bed as soon as your stuff was out of his house.

“We’ve already done this before. I don’t want to do it again.” You utter quietly, hopelessly. Picking up your glass and sipping from it again, you try your best to collect your thoughts, to keep him out of your head. Just like he used to he’s able to read your mind.

“I never slept with her, you know. She came to some games and we went to dinner once or twice, but I never slept with her. I never even kissed her for fuck’s sake. It was just some ploy the guys had set up to get me back on the horse or whatever. I didn’t want it, I didn’t want her. I just wanted you.” He defends. His words sound exactly like what you want to hear. Confirming everything you’d told yourself on the good days. On the bad days you’d tell yourself that he’s getting over you completely, that she’s your complete opposite and it must mean he’s moving on.

“How’d you know I was thinking about her?” You question, aiming to make him fault his abilities to read your mind.

“You’re not looking up like you do when you’re lying and you’re thumbing your glass like you do when you’re thinking. You said we’ve already done this. But we never spoke about her. So of course, you were thinking about her. We were together two years, baby, you think I don’t know how you tick?” He pauses to make you look at him. Your eyes locking for a moment before you look away again. “You know I’ve done nothing these last three months but miss you.”

“That’s a lie. You got completely hammered by my boys the other week. That’s not nothing.” You joke, a small smiling cracking on your lips. He’d always said that you supporting a team that wasn’t the one he played for would some day end your relationship. He was joking obviously, but it caused endless amount of banter between the two of you and his teammates. He laughs at your joke, glad you’ve began to warm up to him.

“Yeah we should have beat them easily,” he jests in return, “but I guess I just didn’t have my good luck charm with me.” When he says it you know he means you. From the moment he scored in the first game you saw him play he’d claimed that you were his good luck charm. And on your one-year anniversary when he gifted you a pendant necklace with his shirt number engraved on it, he said that he was your good luck charm too. The necklace that you still hadn’t taken off. The necklace that was currently hidden under your shirt, unseen by him. You falter at the thought of it. All this casual conversation had to lead somewhere, and it still wasn’t clear where it was going.

“I, erm, I think we should talk.” You mumble, briefly pausing. You continue when you realise, he’s about to crack a joke. “And yes, I know we are talking right now, but I think we should talk talk.” A small smile forms on his lips at your statement.

“I’m down to talk talk. Do you wanna go get a coffee somewhere quieter?” The music in this bar wasn’t too loud, and it wasn’t busy, but the dark lighting and thick air made it feel cramped and confined. This wasn’t a lay all your cards out on the table kind of place and something in your mind was making you want to just that. You nod in response, and he settles the bill. The two of you head out together, close enough to touch but both wary of the others space.

You walk side by side down the centre of the deserted side street. It wasn’t late but this area of town wasn’t highly populated at this particular time of the evening. His hand brushes yours slightly and it sends a shock to your brain, making you breathless. Your mind begins running but your feet stop dead in their tracks. Every thought you’ve had about him in the last few weeks goes flowing towards your mouth before you can stop it. Every come back, I miss you, I never should have let you leave.

“I miss you. I missed you. Every single day. And I never should have believed any of what I read about you and her. I knew it wasn’t true but believing it made it easier to hate you. I wanted to hate you so badly. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t hate you then and I can’t hate you now. I love you. I love you so much that it’s making me miserable.” Pausing for a breath, you look up at him. He’s standing there across from you, not making a sound. He moves closer and places a hand on your cheek. Instinctively you lean into it, his touch erasing any cold the night air had created. “I’m not saying that I want back together right now. Or that I’m ready to get back together right now. Maybe, I still need a little time.”

“For you? I have all the time in the world.” He replies simply with a smile.

“Yeah but I don’t want us to rush into anything. We broke up for a reason and I don’t want us to just completely throw ourselves into this again. I don’t want to force you in to making a massive commitment that you can’t make…” He cuts off your rambling with one simple sentence.

“Baby, just shut up and kiss me.” And with that, he pulls you closer and your lips touch for the very first time in three months. In that moment, you both know that no amount of time could ever keep you apart.

#anyone you'd like #writing prompt #for amy #footballer imagine #jesse lingard #dele alli #marcus rashford #eric dier #john stones #i cant remember any more footballers names hahahahaah

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rainbowglittr · 5 years

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Senior Year: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"How many times do you think she's going to flip her weave?" I asked Kiara. We were walking to class "with" Tyler and the she-devil. They were ahead of us in their own little world of weave flipping and exaggerated facial expressions.

"Maybe 50 most likely 30 if we're lucky." We both rolled our eyes.

"How long have you liked Tyler?" Kiara asked.

"Hahaha cute. Since......never!" I laughed. " What would make you think that?"

"Um, the way you look at him like he's the last piece of cheesecake in the world. The way you look at Mariah like she's the one who took the last piece of cheesecake."

"I do not! That's not jealousy! That's pure hatred! You need to get your eyes checked." I scoffed.

"Don't you dare lie! I know you do! You hate Mariah 98% because she's a terrible person, and 2% because she's with Tyler and you wish it was you!"

"Um, not true. What is true is that I do like Tyler as a FRIEND, a BROTHER! I don't like that she's with him because he deserves better. Isn't that obvious?"

"That you like him, yes.To people that know you, yes. To people who don't know you, yes."

"I dont know what you're talking about but I do have a class to go to."

"Don't pretend like you don't know. You know you like him."

"I DO NOT LIKE HIM!!!!!!!!!" I shouted. A couple people turned around, luckily Tyler and Mariah were still in their own world.

"See what you do?"

"No. You're in denial, you're in denial!"

"Nope!!!!!"

"Whatever."

"I'm not even giving up until you admit it."

"Guess you'll spend the rest of your life doing this, then. As much as I'd like to further debate the matter I have a class good day now!" I said running into the class just as the bell rang.

"YOU'LL ADMIT IT EVENTUALLY!!!!"

"NOPE!!!" I yelled back. I made my way to my seat. And unfortunately looked up just in time to watch as Tyler and Mariah kiss. Yuck. He walked in and sat down next to me.

"Hey budddddyyyyy." He said.

"Hi."

"Wow please contain your enthusiasm, it's getting to be too much!"

"I'm in math class, I have no enthusiasm."

"Well then, Ms. RayOfSunshine!"

"I feel like you want something from me....."

"Indeed I do. I'm in some serious shit."

"Aren't you always?"

"That's beside the point. Anyway, Mariah is expecting an amazing date tonight and I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do." He said. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. I REALLY can't stand her.

"Give her an amazing date? I don't know what you want from me."

"Please please help meeeeee. She will kill me if it's not perfect! Come on you're a female, she's a female. You have to have some type of idea." He gave me his stupidly cute hopeful grin.

"Fine, what does she like? What did you do for your last date and did she like it?" I said sighing.

"We went shopping and she loved it and she likes shopping." Again I tried not to roll my eyes, of course she liked shopping, of course.

"Well where did you-"

"Attention Class! Take out your worksheets from last night we are going to go over them right now, please." Said our teacher Ms. Rosenstein. I went to go pull out my homework that I probably did completely wrong and when I looked up at my desk Tyler had passed me a note.

"Really Ty? Really? How desperate are you?"

"VERY!"

I rolled my eyes and scribbled on the paper.

where did you take her last time?

Some mall she wanted to go to. she mentioned some other mall today shore hills or something.

I read it then started to think. He's an idiot it's Short Hills Mall and super expensive.

How much money do you have? I wrote and passed it back.

I don't know enough I hope like 150. I Can borrow some from my brother

Borrow some from your brother take her to SHORT HILLS MALL then take her to one of their "casual restaurants" then BOOM you got a date. P.s.it's Hella expensive!!!!!!! :-)

I wrote and passed it back. Then turned my attention back to math. We we're doing some crazy x over y divide by the radical ridiculousness. Tyler tapped me

"Thank you I love you so much!" He whispered with his hand on my shoulder."

"I know you do. I am me afterall."

"Seriously thanks you're a lifesaver! You're amazing."

I smiled and said "You're not too bad yourself, Ty."

We went back to x over y divide by the radical crap.

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Thirty minutes later as soon as the bell rang guess who I saw? If you guessed phony and annoying weave flipper then you guessed right.

"Oh sweetie there you arrrrreeeee!" Her annoying PHONY high pitched voice screeched. I didn't even try to stop my eyes from rolling, I swear her voice make me want to stab my ears out.

"Hey baby. You're looking hot today." More like basic I thought. She really wasn't that cute. She was a couple inches shorter than Tyler who is 6'0. She had very light mocha brown skin. And her weave was dark brown at the roots and slowly turned blonde. I won't lie she was pretty but there wasn't much to her other than that.

"Oh thanks baby. How's my hair?"

"Great."

"Just great? I thought it was at least gorgeous."

"I hate to interrupt the love fest going on here but are we going to lunch or?" I said.

"Oh Jaleia, there you go again, still here. How about YOU walk away and we'll catch up, yeah?" Said Mariah.

"Yeah, I'm not in kindergarten so no need to talk to me like I am. I'll be at lunch. Bye Tyler. BYE Mariah." I said walking away. She makes sick. Like puke, vomit, and bodily fluids. I started walking to the cafeteria, I stopped at my locker. Once I got there I stood at the front of our table. Mariah and Tyler had already gotten there Mariah was sitting in my seat but I ignored her.

"Sup." Said Tyler who was the first to notice my presence.

"Hey Ty." I said. I cleared my throat and spoke in a loud voice.

"Attention table of mis amigos. My birthday is in one week shortly before the dance. This has been your warning."

"I think we all got the text reminder and other not subtle hints." Said Kiara.

"That means I'm doing my job and you will never forget my birthday!" I replied.

"That's cute that you have to remind your friends to remember your birthday. You'd think that they would care enough to remember, but I guess not." Said Mariah. She fake smiled at me.

I smiled back and said "That's cute that you think that you have friends or that they'd care about your birthday."

She glared at me and I have her my "bring it beeyotch" look. She looked at Tyler with puppy dog eyes and whined "she's being rude to me again, baby."

"I thought they taught people to stop whining in like kindergarten but I guess not." I said to Kiara.

"Jaleia that was so uncalled for, can we just be nice for once?" Said Tyler.

"I was telling the truth, number one. Number two, I didn't start anything. If you can't handle the heat stay out the kitchen." I said.

"Seriously!" Said Tyler.

"Watch it pretty boy" I said.

"So where's Jesse?" asked Robyn.

"He's writing said he got inspired and had to write it down right away." Said Tyler. Jesse was super musically talented. He played five instruments, sang, wrote songs. He wants to work in the music business one day. I hadn't heard many of his songs but the ones I have heard were pretty deep. He likes to be alone when he writes, he even has special pens and notebooks for songs and he hardly lets anyone see them.

"Can't wait to hear it." Said Kiara. Mariah's face turned bitter for a moment.

"Well it's nice to get a break from people every once and a while" she said. She didn't like him because he was one of the only guys who weren't impressed by her looks. And didn't try to hide it.

"So when do we get our break from you?" Robyn asked.

Mariah laughed and said "You're so funny!"

"That wasn't a joke but okay." Robyn said. I started laughing. Mariah was glaring at me.

The bell rang and we all got up to leave.

"Bye peeps!" I said. We all split in different directions. Except for me and Tyler, we both had the same gym period.

"Can you try to be nicer Mariah she didn't feel like you like her?" He said.

That's because I don't.

"Yeah well I'm trying, sometimes she does not make it easy." I said.

"I know she is kinda over the top but she's really sweet when you get to know her,I promise."

I doubt that Tyler, I really do.

"I'll give her a chance, okay?"I said.

"Thanks."

"Whatever."

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Later that night before I went to take a nap my phone vibrated.

I Looked at the screen.

Text From TylerBaeRules:

Great idea she loved it. Thanx :-)

Something panged in my chest as I read those words. I was glad it went well, I really was. I just wished that Tyler realized how terrible she really is and that he would be with someone else better. I don't know why she bugs me so much but she does. Everyone thinks it's because I'm in love with Tyler but that's not true at all. I've managed to get along with all of his past girlfriends. Sure I might be a little disappointed that Mariah takes up most of his time so we don't have time to hang out like we used to but its not because I'm in love with him. Its because he's my best friend and I kinda miss spending time with him. I sighed and flopped on my bed.

Text To TylerBaeRules:

no prob. Anytime, glad you had a great time! :-)

Text From TylerBaeRules:

G2g at her house ;-)

Text To TylerBaeRules:

Eww.....bye!

Text From TylerBaeRules:

Prude! Don't be mad......

Text To TylerBaeRules:

YOU ARE DISGUSTING!!!!!!!! :-[

He didnt respond. Two seconds later I got another text.

Text From KiaraBestie:

I know you like him.

Text To: KiaraBestie

What's in the past is in the past.

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kamewu · 6 years

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tl;dr Reflection: 2017 was a wild ride with lots of grammar mistakes. but merry christmas yall!

My past job: I didn’t expect to work at my last job for so long, but all the people there made the decision to stay longer easier. I met a lot of new friends and I don’t regret every moment. At the beginning, I truly felt like I was part of something bigger and I adorned a smile that was trademarked to me. However, as time wore on, I felt really tired and working there felt like a chore. I started noticing that people didn’t treat this job with as much enthusiasm as myself. The thing that took the cake was the 4 STEM courses that I naively took (thinking that math was the best thing ever since sliced bread lol). I started getting constant headaches. I went to school in the morning, forced myself to take an hr nap, got ready for work, and then came home at 9:50 to get working at the math homework that was catered for that week’s quiz. My original plan was to work one whole day and one half day, but the dept head didn’t approve of that. She told me: “Its the rule that you must work three days.” But that was not the case against other people as I saw on the schedule. I realized then that I was merely just labour. So I left.

My academics: When I first started university, I thought that it was the norm to have shit grades. I know people/friends that failed a course or two in their first semester, which made me think it was ok to not try as much. So, I didn’t exactly give in my best effort and continued working at the above job and only got slightly above average grades. It wasn’t until this one guy I met in uni that made me realize that excellant grades were obtainable and that all the grading horror stories I’ve heard of did not have to be my destined future. So in Summer 2017, I put in my all and got variations of As in all my courses. But the semester after that turned sour. It was clockwork in the amount of quizzes that were offered per week. After the first four set of midterms were over, the second set of four rolled around. But thankfully I quit my job before I had the first midterm. I feel like I’m beating myself over a few decimal points in calculating my gpa. I know that you have told me to not stress as much but I help comparing that 0.05 difference with someone else.

My relationships: lol no bf. #foreveralone. Ok but regardless of that, I met so many new people this year! Whether its from T&T or from school, I managed to at least try to step out of my comfort zone. Admittedly, I’m quite overwhelmed at times, but I truly do believe that I made an effort and that I should be giving myself more credit for that.

My spending: LOL what is saving! I wouldn’t say that I forced myself to spend, but sometimes I feel that way? Learn now than later amirite? So the first outfit I’ve ever bought with money I earned from my jobs was this blue sweater and black pants from H&M. Well, the sweater lost its colour and so did the pants. But the sweater looks so bad that I don’t even know whether to give it away or wat. I still wear the pants though. Since then and probs $700 later, I’ve bought clothes from a number of places (HBC, forever21, H&M, Old navy, Muji, Uniqlo, Winners, Urban Behaviour, Yesstyle, lol i can list them out) and I would be able to tell you whats the best way to buy clothes. If you want some cheap basics (ie tshirts, jeans), H&M and Old Navy aren’t terrible options. Things other than that from H&M that I’ve bought had: a couple of holes after maybe 3 washes or had lost its colour (the sweater). I found that although the material of Uniqlo clothing is much better in comparison to American fast fashion retailers, their clothes arent constructed as well - ie the cut. I’ve only bought one shirt there (later returned), but my friend said the same thing about her flannel? I’ve only bought one thing from Muji but I noticed that a lot of thought was taken into account towards this item - the seams were beautiful and I’ve never seen any shirt with a hem like that ever. Notorious for the number of older women shopping there, HBC was the best bet for me. I loved every item I got there (except for these boots that I kept hoping that I would eventually break them in >:( ).

My social life: Its fairly non-existant let me tell you that. I’m sorry to all the people that have messaged me and I ended up replying a week later. I know that I promised to go on more often after I quit my job, but I didn’t uphold that promise. In fact, I think I went on facebook even less LOL. School was tiring and I eventually felt that I was going on fb out of my free will. I deleted ig and sc too and I practically lost all connections to my friends except for the close few that have my number and still text me. I found that people are less inclined to text and I feel thats ok cos eventually I’ll find the ideal types of friends. I usually don’t dwell on the bad parts of the past, so I truly dont regret meeting anyone. So thanks to you UBC, I got to meet the coolest people ever at sfu and t&t! #still_salty_tho. I haven’t elaborated on this but the reason why I stopped using social media is because it made me sad. One day, as I was scrolling through my feed, I saw the posted memories that people were creating with their friends and it made me feel bitter. I know that I have incredible friends and I still cherish all the people that I don’t talk to anymore, but I was feeling really upset over that and so I deleted everything so I couldn’t see the feed anymore. Well anyways, I recently downloaded it again, and it doesn’t give me the stimulus that it once provided. So I guess I’m deleting ig for the billionth time hahaha. So I’ll dump all the things that I would’ve posted on ig here with the addition of tl;drs! Enjoy my shit-posting!

My art: I haven’t drawn much since I’ve been pre-occupied with school and work and when I do have free time, I go out. But, I think it’s pretty clear that i’ve improved since the beginning of the year with this drawing. You needa click on the image to see all the details but ok.

I may or may not also post some irl photos, but stay tuned for that :).

Here’s to 2018!

#my art

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kaoruyogi · 7 years

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Okay you said no nudes to the wrong number AU, but what about something less horrifying? Like puppy pictures to the wrong number AU?

I was a little worried that when I said no that ^^^, I’d only be drawing attention to it, haha! But this worked out okay. I hope you like it!

For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Halise Lavellan (random modern AU)

Rating: General Audiences

My Friend Adores Dogs

Cullen’s phone dingedits generic ding. He’d never been onefor custom ringtones. The ones included from the manufacturer suited him justfine.

He hadn’t expected quite as prompt a response as he got. He’donly just sent off a picture of his mabari pup to a man he’d met at the gym. Heand Dorian ran into each other a number of times there. They had the same workschedule and it seemed that they lived about equidistant from the gym. After aseries of come-ons from Dorian failed, they’d managed to develop a morefriendly relationship.

But Dorian did ask a lot of very probative questions. Evenafter he realized Cullen wasn’t interested, he asked about Cullen’s personallife and love interests. Cullen answered when he felt it reasonable, anddeclined when he didn’t. One evening, after weeks of casual interrogation,Dorian picked up Cullen’s phone before leaving for the night.

“I’m putting my number into your phone in case you ever wantto get coffee,” the olive-skinned man said. Cullen opened his mouth to protest,but Dorian stopped him with a raised index finger. “Just as friends.”

Cullen eyed the man a little sideways. “Alright. So long aswe are on the same page.”

Dorian arched a brow, his lip curling in a matching smirk. “Ido have a friend that adores dogs, though. Would you mind sending me a pictureof that mabari you have pining away for you at home? I’m certain my friendwould love to see him.”

Another sidelong glance. “Alright.”

The next day, Cullen sent the photo and set his phone down.But the reply was almost immediate. “Aww!Cute puppy. Who does it belong to?”

He was taken aback by the response. Confused and perplexed. Histhumbs tapped a slow message in reply. “Me.”

Another quick ding.“Lucky you! Who are you though?”

Cullen felt his brow furrow. For Dorian to put him throughthe third degree and then act this way was unacceptable. “You know full well who this is, Dorian!” He was always careful touse proper punctuation in his text messages.

The pause before the response was longer this time. Hestared at the message screen, his anger apparent in the whiteness of hisknuckles from his firm grasp on the device. He huffed a breath through hisnose. The impertinence of it all was infuriating.

“Ahh hahaha! This isn’tDorian’s number. I’m his friend from work, Halise. I think he pulled a fast oneon us…”

Humiliation flooded his body all at once. He shut his eyesand groaned, squeezing his phone even harder than he already was. He regainedhis composure just enough to tap out another message. His thumbs were clumsiestwhen he was flustered, and he had to backtrack several times to get it right. “I am so very sorry about that. He put thisnumber into my phone at the gym and said his friend liked dogs. He asked me tosend that picture.”

“Well I do like dogs.^_^ But Dorian has also been trying to ‘find a man’ for me for a while now. Iguess he picked you.”

Cullen tapped at his forehead, willing away the headachethat was growing there. This was what he got for talking to strange men at thegym. A series of overly personal questions and an embarrassing text transactionwith a perfect stranger.

But his phone dingedagain before he could respond. “Anyonewho takes such awesome pictures of such a sweet looking mabari must be worth atleast a courtesy phone call. Would you mind if I called you?”

He thought about it for a moment. He hadn’t the slightestinkling of how she looked, but he pictured her anyway. A fair young woman smilingdown at her smartphone. He’d dug himself into this hole. He may as well see itthrough. “I don’t mind.”

Cullen didn’t hesitate when his phone rang. “Hello.”

The definite sound of a smile rested on her lovely voice. “Hithere.”

He knew then that nothing would ever be the same again.

*****

#dadrunkwriting #dadrunkwriting circle #cullen #cullen rutherford #cullen x lavellan #halise lavellan #modern au #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #fanfic

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celebritylive · 4 years

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Grimes is opening up about her pregnancy.

Weeks after sparking pregnancy speculations with a baby bump photo, the singer, 31, confirmed she is expecting in a candid post shared on Instagram Friday.

Asking her followers how they “cope with working and having a baby,” she wrote in the caption of a selfie, “I’m sorry I haven’t been promoting my album properly or on social media more. This whole thing has been a bit of an ordeal.”

“Had some complications early on, a decent second trimester but starting to hurt everywhere at 25 wksz,” she continued. “I feel like I was woefully ill prepared cuz I dunno if pregnancy is as visible or discussed as it should be. I just didn’t rly understand what I was getting into.”

However, the Canadian artist elaborated that things have “been good too, but it makes working a lot harder.”

View this post on Instagram Fake or real? Haha. Wow I’m starting to feel bad haha… how do y’all cope with working and having a baby?? I’m sorry I haven’t been promoting my album properly or on social media more. This whole thing has been a bit of an ordeal. Had some complications early on, a decent second trimester but starting to hurt everywhere at 25 wksz. What were yalls experience w this stuff like? I feel like I was woefully ill prepared cuz I dunno if pregnancy is as visible or discussed as it should be. I just didn’t rly understand what I was getting into. It’s been good too, but it makes working a lot harder. Good at writing and having lots of wild ideas tho, but anything physical is hard. Im also way more emo and less capable of bravery in the face of haters online and stuff haha. But my albums out in a sec so I prob need to get back on here. Don’t mind my emo energy, but curious what other ppls experience was like

I didn’t even google it, I was just like sure y not hahaha smh

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“Good at writing and having lots of wild ideas tho, but anything physical is hard,” she explained. “Im also way more emo and less capable of bravery in the face of haters online and stuff haha.”

Though Grimes has not said anything about her baby’s father, fans believe Elon Musk — who she has been romantically linked to since 2019 — confirmed he is the dad when he cryptically commented under baby bump photos posted on Twitter, writing, “x is y.”

“Toss a coin to ur Witcher,” Grimes said in a reply to the 48-year-old Tesla founder, quoting the song from Netflix’s The Witcher series.

Grimes — who is expected to release her next studio album, Miss Anthropocene, next month — added on Friday that she “prob need to get back on” social media.

RELATED: Grimes Shares Photo of Bare Bump After Announcing She’s ‘Knocked Up’

“Don’t mind my emo energy, but curious what other ppls experience was like,” she wrote, asking fans for their advice. “I didn’t even google it, I was just like sure y not hahaha smh.”

Earlier this month, Grimes opened up about being in a “war-like state of being” after sharing a topless photo of herself on Instagram with an apparent baby bump.

The picture, which has since been deleted and replaced with a more censored version, had an image of a baby superimposed on the musician’s stomach — sparking fan discussion on whether she’s pregnant with her first child or was posing for an artwork.

Addressing the speculation on Friday, the musician wrote “Fake or real? Haha. Wow I’m starting to feel bad haha…”

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People had questions at the time as the heavily edited photograph was posted without an accompanying caption, though Grimes was vocal in the comment section.

When a fan remarked how “great” Grimes looked and applauded her for not censoring her nipples in the original image, the performer responded, “I thought about censoring them for a hot minute haha (this may get taken down anyway) but the photo is much less feral without the nipples.”

“Plus being knocked up is a very feral & war-like state of being. Might as well be what it is,” she continued at the time. “Plus most of my friends told me not to post them so then I was afflicted w reverse psychology. Interrogated my shame on it and decided it was sum weird internalized self hatred to feel uncomfortable abt my body. Hope ur having a nice day!”

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Grimes shared a video on her Instagram Story of Musk dancing to music in a studio on Thursday night. The expectant mom captioned the clip with a white heart emoji.

Last March, Grimes got candid about her romance with Musk — whom she called a “super-interesting goddamn person” — and the public attention the relationship brought in an interview with WSJ. Magazine.

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“I was simply unprepared,” she told the outlet for its April Style & Design Issue. “I’ve just been wallowing in indie music for, like, a decade … I just thought I could keep going along in my funny little way, and then you casually respond to someone in a tweet and it’s on Fox News, and you’re like, ‘Ugh,’ you know? That was a very disturbing moment.”

Despite the unwanted attention, Grimes said she still loved the tech mogul.

“And look, I love him… he’s great. There’s got to be some reason. I just think …” she told the outlet, trailing off. “I wish … Yeah. It doesn’t matter.”

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