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tangledstarlight · 3 years

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33. bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go + juke

okay so. might have taken a few creative liberties here. but she does bandage his hands not really let go! eventually. 😬 for context!!! this takes place the ff!luke 'verse and about 4/5ish months after the end of the main fic (but doesn't need to be read to be understood😌)

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tw: mentions of blood & injuries & fire

33. bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

hand holding prompts!

A bus had crashed into a warehouse, it was all over the news.

Ten minutes after the news broke there were tweets saying the warehouse was full of fireworks, or cosmetics, or — Julie didn’t manage to scroll further than that when news reporters live on the scene were ushered further back as an explosion rocked the building, flames shooting high and something crashed down and someone screamed.

Julie had seen fire engines arrive at the scene and blew out a shallow breath when she’d stopped Lukes. The number was clear and bright on screen despite the smoke and people and Julie gripped her phone tighter and felt like she couldn't suck in a full breath of air.

Her phone had buzzed three times since the news broke three hours ago. One from Alex to check she was okay, one from her dad to ask if she wanted to come over, and one from Luke to say he was okay and would be home late.

Julie knew, from watching the news half her life and from spending the last year and half worrying, that fires like this could burn for hours, that it could take them all day and all night to deal with it. And logically, she knew the chances of Luke getting seriously hurt were slim, that he was good at his job and, despite what people might have thought, he was careful. Julie also knew that she’d never get any work done today until Luke was home and she could see for herself that he was okay.

So she opened twitter and a local news site on her laptop and turned something mindless on on the tv and waited. Flynn rings after an hour and talks to her about her latest client and doesn’t mind when Julie doesn’t respond past the occasional hum and vague ‘oh?’ and after Flynn pauses to let her read through the latest update — they’d gotten all the civilians off the bus, so far there was no casualties but firefighters were still working tirelessly to contain the fire — she asks if she’s okay.

“I’m—“ and she wants to say that she’s fine, but she isn’t ‘fine’, not yet, and she’s never been good at lying, especially to Flynn so she blows out a breath and closes her eyes, trying to block out the images of a build in flames and Luke’s face vanishing into them. “I’m worried. But I'll be alright. Tell me about how you plan on combining disco with a pastel colour palette.”

Flynn stays on the phone with her until she has a call waiting and apologies and has to go, promising to call back afterwards. But Julie tells her it’s okay. People’s lives go on, even while hers feels like it’s been put on pause for the day.

And it’s weird, she thinks as she moves around her kitchen to fill her coffee machine and put away clean dishes, this isn’t the first time Luke has been in a dangerous situation since they’ve been together. But it’s the first time she’s not been at work, not had something to distract her, the first time that Luke had been one of the first on the scene, that it had made the news.

The machine beeps and steam curls up from her favourite mug — it had been her mom's favourite first, deep enough to hold either coffee or hot chocolate with room left for cream and marshmallows, with a hand wide enough to curl all her fingers around and still feel comfortable and secure in her grasp. It reminds her of her mom and of cold mornings in the studio before school and of her first heartbreak when she’d been twelve and of when Luke had helped her unpack, carefully putting it on the bottom shelf of a cupboard for her to easily reach.

It reminds her of comfort and that’s exactly what she needs right now as she wraps her fingers around the pale yellow dotted ceramic, letting the heat seep into her skin, and walking back to her sofa. The sitcom on tv has changed to a different sitcom, and the twitter search is telling her there’s ten new tweets and the news site is still playing the muted live broadcast. She can still see Luke’s station’s engine in the background and knows he’s still there. She blows across her coffee, watching the steam spiral and the liquid ripple and waits.

It’s dark, the tv has gone through three different sitcoms only to end up back on the one she’d started with and Julie’s on her third cup of coffee when she hears a key in the door. She had shut her laptop an hour ago when the last update came through about the last of the flames being put out and the firefighters returning to their engines. It had been twenty minutes later when she’d gotten a text from Luke saying he was okay, and Julie had clutched her phone tight to her chest and tried to breath easily again. In her head, Julie knew he wouldn’t be home straight away, that he’d have to go back to the station, that he might go get checked over, that he might just end up going back to his flat with the boys and she’d debate getting in her car and driving to him.

So she’d waited, fingers tapping on the now cool ceramic as her teeth chewed her bottom lip close to drawing blood. And then there’s a key in the door and Julie waits until she hears it open and clicks shut again, a thud as he drops his bag, and then she’s putting her mug down and waiting in the entrance to her little living room.

He looks tired, is the first thing she thinks, his shoulders low and his head on an angle as he kicks off his shoes by the door, and when he turns around, eyes trailing up her legs to her face, she takes in the weary look, the circles under his eyes and the smudge of soot still on his jaw, and just holds out her hand. His lips twitch a little at the corners, and something flashes across his eyes that she thinks might be love as he steps towards her. One, two, three, four and then his hand, larger and warmer and callused, is in hers. She notices the smudges of dirt, scratches and patches of red and swallows as she looks back at his face.

“Hi,” he whispers, voice hoarse and Julie tries not to think about him out there for hours shouting orders and checking in with his crew and being so close to danger.

“Are you—?” she starts, voice just as low and it’s the way Luke squeezes her hand that cuts her off.

“I’m okay,” and then he winces, and Julie’s eyes shoot to his face, to his shoulders, to arms, to find what’s wrong. But she can’t see anything until he carefully lifts up his other hand, the one that had been buried in his hoodie pocket and she sees the bandage wrapped around his palm and tied at his wrist.

“Door of the bus was jammed and my gloves are apparently very old,” he shrugs, but there’s still a hint of pain in his eyes and an exhaustion like she’s never seen in the way he holds himself that stops Julie from commenting.

“Come on.”

She gently tugs at his hand and Luke follows her willingly into her bathroom, sitting on top of the toilet seat with a sigh that seems to echo through the room. There’s a first aid kit under her bathroom sink that she pulls out but instead of rooting through it Julie steps past Luke to turn on her shower, falling water filling the empty room as Luke raises his eyebrows at her in question.

“You clearly didn’t shower at the station, and you’ll regret not washing the smoke off of you now,” she shrugs, and if maybe she also doesn’t want him tracking smoke and soot and dirt into her bed, well, two birds and all that.

He makes a noncommittal sound, one shoulder lifting in a half shrug as he nods in agreement. Julie helps him take off his hoodie, and she knows he must be tired because he hasn’t even bothered with a t-shirt underneath, his sweat pants and underwear get thrown into her laundry pile and then Julie watches him climb over the lip of her bathtub to stand under the stream of water. She watches him for a moment, as the water trails down his back and his muscles stay tense, shoulders still drooped and hands slack at his sides. The water runs dark for a few seconds as he hangs his head, soot and dirt washing down the drain, and with it the last of his strength she guesses, because Luke turns around until his back is against the tiles and lets himself slide down until he’s almost sitting.

“‘m tired,” he apologises as he looks up at her, eyes hooded and lips trying to smile. And Julie just wants to hold him. But he’s soaking wet and looks halfway to sleep so she just shakes her head.

“Hey it’s okay. Turn around?” She says, and he looks at her quizzically, brows drawing closer together as she grips the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it over her head.

“Don’t think there’s enough room sitting like this,” he mutters, and there’s a hint of his teasing tone that she knows so well that makes Julie smile, flicking his temple as she reaches past him to unhook the shower head from the wall so she can wash his hair.

“We’ll have to try it some other time, hm. Lean forward a little.” And he does, a soft chuckle rasping out of him that turns into a sigh as she starts to work her fingers into his hair and scratch at his scalp.

By the time she’s finished washing his hair and running a flannel up and over his back, and shoulders and across his chest and down his arms, the mirror has fogged over and the room is full of steam. Luke wraps a towel around his waist, and as Luke slowly rubs another over his head in an attempt to dry his hair, Julie runs one over her arms and across her stomach, glad she’d decided to save her clothes from getting too wet.

Julie picks up the first aid kit and wraps her fingers around Luke’s hand and then leads him across the hall to her bedroom. There’s a clean pair of sweatpants and his favourite faded cut-off laid out on the bed and when he looks at her, eyes a little wide and brows raised, she just shrugs once, and nods. Julie goes to let go of his hand, to give him time to get dressed, but Luke pulls her close against his side and presses a hard kiss to her temple. He lingers, and Julie doesn’t mind, is glad for the chance to wrap her arms around his waist and hold him, to feel the heat coming from his body and see his chest beating. He’s okay.

After Luke pulls on his pants and makes a show of pulling his t-shirt over his head, Julie pushes him back until he’s sitting on the edge of her bed, pulling over the little stool she uses to hold her make up and sitting between his knees. She’d pulled one of Luke’s shirts on while he’d gotten dressed and now his fingers are playing with the hem, rolling and twisting it.

“I like it when you wear my clothes,” he mutters and Julie laughs lightly.

“I know,” she can still very clearly remember the first time she’d really worn something of his, and he’d made it very clear how much he liked it. “Hand please.”

He puts her injured hand in hers and she holds it carefully as he fingers trace over the jagged cut and bites her lip. It’s really not as bad as she’d thought. It can’t be that deep, otherwise Harrison would have made him go to the hospital but still. Seeing Luke hurt always twists something in her gut and she has to take in a deep breath before she can get to work.

First it’s an antiseptic cream and second a kiss to his wrist as he hisses in pain, and then she starts wrapping the gauze bandage around his hand methodically. When she finishes the fingers off his other hand have twisted themselves into her top, his pinkie finger dipping below the waistband off her leggings as his thumb strokes idly at her skin, and Julie knows he’s doing it more to distract himself then her, but she still can’t help but shiver.

“Done,” she murmurs, tying the bandage off and gently tucking the end a little under to keep it out of his way, and keeping a hold of it, and when she looks up Luke is already looking at her, eyes soft and lips finally finding a way to smile.

“Thank you,” Luke whispers and rolls her eyes. They do this every time she cleans up a cut or graze. He thanks her, and she says he doesn’t need to, and then he kisses her as payment.

It’s the same as always, Julie shakes her head and Luke leans forwards, his lips catching hers. But where normally it’s a kiss that turns into something more, she can still feel how tired he is, it comin off of him in waves and Julie pulls back slowly.

“Let’s go to sleep,” it’s nearly 2am and it’s been a long day right now, all Julie wants to do is hold him.

She pulls back the duvet with one hand, her other still wrapping around Lukes and he slides under the covers first with a moan of relief, pulling her down to join him. The light is still on and she wants to take off her socks, but Luke has one arm wrapped around her waist and the other still holding her hand and pressed over his chest, and she can feel his heart beating. She shifts in his hold so she’s lying a little further down the bed and can put her head on his chest, hear his heart and feel the way his thumb traces nonsensical patterns on the back of her hand.

“Love you, Jules,” he mutters, and he must be halfway to sleep she knows, but his words her a little slurred and his breathing has gotten deeper and the lips he presses to her hair don’t stay for long.

She’ll get up when he’s fallen asleep, she thinks, to turn off the lights and brush her teeth. But for now she’ll let him hold her, and not loosen her grip on his hand and finally breathe.

#ask #anon #julie and the phantoms fics #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp #jatp fics #*prompts #okay this one is like 2.5k so i might end up putting it on ao3 at some point 😬 really got away from me i'm sorry #there's a lot of julies thoughts but i promise luke shows up eventually #firefighter!luke au

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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wastelandcth · 4 years

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voicemail - cth

summary: calum’s tired of hearing his calls go straight to voicemail.

author’s notes: this is based off of ahora te puedes marchar - luis miguel. i grew up listening to this song and its been stuck in my head ever since tiktok brought it back. i hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of breakup ups, sad calum, mentions of alcohol.

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Calum was sick of hearing her voicemail message. It's all he had heard when he tried calling her for the past three weeks. At first, he had blamed it on the distance, he'd been away on tour for the past three months and time zones were difficult to navigate at times, but at least he had tried to call and talk with her. She'd simply said goodbye to him at their airport and had proceeded to act as if she'd never met Calum before.

It had been three months of Calum sending her pictures of his travels and sending updates about where they were, what they were doing, and that he missed her. It had also been three months of silence, of not knowing where she was or what she was going. For all Calum knew, she had disappeared off the face of the Earth and was never coming back. They'd been in Paris when Ashton finally convinced him to call her and put an end to whatever game she was playing. That was two months and one week ago, now Calum was sick of hearing the voice mail message he'd almost memorized from hearing it for the past week.

"Hi! Sorry I couldn't get to the phone in time! I'm probably super busy but I'll give you a call back as soon as I can! Bye! I love you!"

Calum's jaw clenched as he heard the all familiar beep of her answering machine, a sigh leaving him before he hung up and set his phone down on the couch of the green room in whatever country he was in that day. He was out the door before even Ash could come and get him this time, his daily ritual of calling her with the hopes that she would answer and tell him that she'd been far too busy and something else that would make everything okay. But with every voicemail message he left, Calum felt his love slipping farther and farther away from her.

Calum remembers when he first fell in love with her. They'd been seeing each other for around eight months, dates filled with sweet kisses, and looking up at the stars. It had been the best eight months of Calum's life, he had never felt so free and so happy than in those eight months of being with her.

They'd been at the beach cafe he had first met her at, she'd been telling him a story about her family vacation where she had ended up on the beach alone and too drunk to remember where her hotel room was. She was halfway through her story when Calum's mouth opened and the words escaped him before his brain could even stop him.

She was the woman of Calum's dreams and he wasn't going to let his fear of love stop him from having something he could cherish with her. He would walk through hell and back for her and he was willing to throw caution to the wind ready for whatever love had planned for him.

Tour buses were a safe haven for Calum. He was away from the screaming crowds and the fans that always seemed to want to pry into his life. He was alone in his bunk, the darkness that enveloped him, and his mind helped him shut off the memories of her and how his heart felt like it was breaking one day at a time. After much begging and giving Ashton a promise that he was okay, he was alone on a tour bus his mind empty as he closed his eyes and tried to let the hum of the engine lull him back to sleep.

Lately, Calum's dreams had consisted of a voicemail message, and the last time he had seen her, wrapped in one of his hoodies with tear-stained cheeks. He kept hearing her voice, echoing in his mind, telling him to be back soon and to bring her snacks. When he woke up, Calum felt like his eyeballs were going to explode, the pounding headache he'd gotten before he was on the bus still present. He was sick of having those stupid dreams of her voice and her smile and he was sick of thinking about her every day. So the only thing he could think of was to call her one last time.

"It's me again, I know you're probably sick of hearing me. You're probably sick of me telling you that I'm sorry for doing something wrong that I don't even know what it is. I just, I called to say goodbye. I'm guessing that's what you meant when we talked last, that goodbye meant you didn't want to hear me anymore. I loved you when I left, I loved you when you didn't answer my phone calls, I loved you when you started posting on Twitter about your family vacation again. I loved you when I saw that picture of both of you at the beach, kissing. I loved you, I pushed through my fears and let go of myself for you. And now I lost everything because of something that you won't explain to me. I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul and you threw it away like it was nothing. Shut me out and pretended that I never cared about you and...But I know I'm done now, I know that you didn't know how to love me so now you can leave and I can leave and we don't have anything else to talk about. So I guess this is goodbye, have a nice life, I hope he makes you happier than I ever could."

Three years ago Calum would've never imagined he'd be sitting at the same beachside cafe where he'd given his heart away. Three years ago Calum was on a tour bus numb to the world as the voicemail message hurt his ear and his brain. But things were different now, he was no longer crying himself to sleep. His heart didn't feel like it would break in half whenever he drove past the cafe. Especially today, when he had walked in holding her hand and sighed in relief when the entire place didn't explode. It wasn’t until he heard the basita call out a familiar name and his entire body tensed up.

Calum was in a bad place when he met her. He'd been locked in Ashton's guest room for six months before he even decided that going out to the grocery store would be a nice chance for fresh air. Being on the road for almost a year and then coming home to LA where all the memories of her were still in his house was not something he had prepared himself to handle. Two days into being back home, Calum found himself with a packed bag and Duke in his arms at Ashton's front door. He had laid down in the guest bedroom that day and had never gotten back up.

"Do you think vanilla or regular oat milk would be better for banana bread?" she asked him while holding up to cartons of oat milk.

Calum was in love with her smile since that first time he saw it. He doesn't even remember what answer he gave her, just remembers that he looked at her for way too long and probably freaked her out. But he somehow ended up with her phone number and before he knew it he was kissing her during the middle of a crappy superhero movie he really regretted suggesting they watch.

When Calum saw her for the first time in three years, he felt like he was going to explode with anger. She looked like she had the day Calum her saw her last. She still had the same long hair she always complained about, still wore the gold hoop earrings that he had gotten her for her birthday, and she was still wearing that damn hoodie.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white and it took everything in Calum's power to not walk over to her and tell her everything he'd been through since she'd left him. He watched as she paid for her drink and walked out of the coffee shop without noticing him. But with a deep breath and his coffee in his hand, Calum walked out to his car and drove off. She might've changed overnight, but it had taken Calum years to change and now that he had, he wasn't going to let his past ruin a good day.

The text message notification had been on his home screen for three hours. He'd been staring at it every five minutes for the past three hours. He hated seeing it on his screen, hated that she thought she could just text him after three years of radio silence, and expect him to answer. His hands had stopped shaking an hour after he'd gotten the text message but every time he read it over, the anger built in his chest and he had to pace around his living room and groan out loud before he managed to sit back down and start the cycle all over again.

"You look good. I like the blonde curls. We should meet up, talk about us? I miss you."

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, three years of radio silence and all he got was a compliment and a proposition to meet up again. His fingers moved faster than ever before as he typed out his reply, all the anger, and resentment of the past three years falling off his shoulders in a matter of seconds. He hadn't even noticed when his fingers had stopped moving, his heart was racing and his breathing was uneven. His eyes scanned over the paragraph that he'd seemingly been holding in his chest for the last couple of years and with a simple tap, it was gone.

Calum really loved his girlfriend. He loved the fact that after he deleted and blocked the phone number he had hoped to get a notification from for so long, his girlfriend showed up with his favorite Italian food and a bottle of wine. He loved that she held him close while they watched reruns of The Simpsons and she ran her hands through his curls. He loved that she was willing to cancel their date night and just hold him close because it meant that he found someone who loved him just the same.

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You Got it Like That?

Alternately longer Title: You Got it Like That? (Damn that’s crazy)

Pairing: Wooyoung x Female Reader

Genre: Whatever the hell this plot is and Smut

Rating: Explicit

WC: 7.5k+ (below 8k that’s for sure)

Tags: Smut, light fluff, bad attempt at humor, brief Minsan shenanigans, Fingering (female receiving), Temperature play kink, slight praise kink, slight kink discovery (anal), marking kink, some other shit I’ll update if I missed it. Briefest mentions of Seonghwa

Summary: You just needed to get through this week at the resort at the hands of 20 coworkers and Wooyoung; the Sales Department Supervisor who got some raunchy photos of you the day prior.

Taglist: @atiny-piratequeen @thereal-smolchild @angel0taiyo

You stumbled through your house happily, sorta out of it since you’re still high on the party you just left from. A little drinking here and being around smokers that had you linger in the weed; the endorphins coursing through you were pretty higher than usual on this Saturday night. A friend’s night that turned into crashing someone’s party freely without judgment which made everything better in your opinion.

You were on your way to stripping off your clothes when a buzz alerted you, taking your attention away from your work at hand.

+1[245] woobieboobie Uh… I believe you sent it to the wrong person? But holy hell you really did that. Didn’t expect that this late but thank you (;

Confused, you opened the message in full and damn near dropped your phone in shock. Six photos of you in states of undress stared back at you. Provocative and cheeky (literally, ass cheeks showing in some) as you smiled happily towards the lens of your phone. Your breast pushed up in the little strappy blue chemise set you wore to show off your body littered with little bruises and fingerprints on your thighs. Even some prints were dark on your shoulders from one of your wilder nights from a quickie. Honestly, you can’t even remember who’s house you took them in..

Though you managed to send them out to for… what exactly? Looking at it, you couldn’t help but groan in dismay.

+1 [873] me [image89.jpg attachment sent] Feeling sorry that you can’t leave these on me huh. SOL~ Gotta work for it if you want it, doll xoxo

Above those photo messages were questions about the next team-building trip that your company was supposed to take for the week, discussing with your co-manager Wooyoung, from the sales department. Just brainstorming ideas on how to get the departments to know that they work together, no matter how much push back you get from each other.

Both of you got close over the process of thinking this up and getting approval by the company head. If it brings back good results they may make this an option across the board for the rest of the departments who can’t get along. Yea you crushed on him a bit but who wouldn’t? He was hard-working, caring, pretty funny and fucking fine as shit.

You weren’t trying to mess the good balance of friendship up right now cause of some tipsy texting.

There was one for almost every photo too! You didn’t drink that much did you?

+1 [873] me [image90.jpg attachment sent] Wanna know what you like about this pose.

+1 [873] me [image95.jpg attachment sent] Tbh my form looks the best it’s ever been.

+1 [873] me [image105.jpg attachment sent] Call me pretty cause I almost had to beat an asshole up for saying I looked like shit tonight :(

You couldn’t do anything more than spam a message out in response and hope, praying that Wooyoung doesn’t say anything to you tomorrow.

+1 [873] me Kfajsdlgjskfjogsldfj!!! uH THANKS?! DELETE PLZ. SEE YOU TOMORROW!

+1 [245] woobieboobie ….. (: Hmm. See you tomorrow beautiful~ ;3

Based on that response, you knew he wasn’t. The fucking troll. Regardless you made sure the pictures were saved and got ready for bed. There were no real regrets, just the slight anxiousness of the unknown

Would he ask you about it?

Did he want details?

Would he ask for more of them?

Which you wouldn’t mind if it was any of your girlfriends, but you two haven’t hit that stage yet in friendship to even know if jokes like that were allowed (from what you thought). So this was a huge deal for you.

With a sigh you set your alarm and laid down. No one was going to hear about your lapse in texting, you were going to take this to the grave.

If your dream happened to have a certain male coworker and a few Kamasutra positions no one was going to know.

When Sunday rolled around, Wooyoung was nothing but a gentleman to you. He made sure to carry your bags or help get the large group of 20 people to quiet down enough to listen. It was like he was trying to somehow stay on your good side. It had you relax enough to not think of this type of trip of anything business, just a group of people trying to understand each other at the end of the day.

His conversation light on the bus to the resort that was agreed upon, having you laugh, choosing dumb driving games to pass the time there. It was nice to see both departments playing The Movie Game or even having acapella showdowns.

It was pretty nice. Even when they got to their destination to see their sleeping arrangement, he didn’t bring it up. Well… If he wasn’t going to say anything you would pretend like nothing went on. Wooyoung and yourself had one cabin, then there was 5 to the large cabins in the surrounding area.

“Okay guys! We’re going to make you all pull colored sticks -- Whatever color you get we’ll throw a number and that’s the cabin. No switching at all and I mean it!” Wooyoung said above all the groans and whining.

“But you two get your own that’s not fair!” his friend, Mingi exclaimed.

San moved up with a giant pout on his lips. He knew you were sorta weak for them anyways. “Yea why don’t you guys have to do the popsicle thing too!”

You pinched his cheeks playfully, yet your voice was slightly stern. “Because Wooyoung and I made the decision to do this. We’re supposed to have fun but we are also supposed to make sure you guys stop trying to destroy each other’s job.”

“Regardless of what happens do know you guys are still getting the normal pay that you would if you did work. So no need to worry about that.” Wooyoung assured them at your side.

Everyone seemed to relax more at that before they got the sticks to be roomed. Once it was fixed and you sent each group on to their merry way Wooyoung hip-checked you to get your attention.

“So roomie shall we get our little cabin together?” he was twirling the room key as he asked. He stuck his arm out afterward with a little wink.

“Aah… I guess roomie. It shouldn’t be so bad~.” you sang, sauntering off towards the destination.

The rooms were beside each other, pretty spacious from everything of the bathroom to the living room and open floor kitchen. Covered in soft colors you would think it was more of someone's house than that of a resort. Both of you moved things into the respective rooms to set up, heading to sleep since it was pretty late for the first day.

“Night Woo!” you sang to the wall, getting comfortable into your bed.

“Night. Sleep well~” he sang back.

There was more shuffling on his side before you succumbed to sleeping, tomorrow’s worries for the you of tomorrow.

As the week progressed, to you it seemed as if your coworkers were actually getting along with each other. Besides the standard disagreement or someone getting into their feelings, it wasn’t so bad. You got to know Wooyoung’s team more so as you helped them when you explained why your promotions team needs their hand in hand cooperation when asked of them. Just a simple “Everyone on the same page makes things run smoother.”

You also got to know Wooyoung more so in his work environment. He made sure to repeat anything that someone needed help with, ready with a playful remark if someone would call him out on being wrong. He even entertained everyone with a little dance if someone got a question right.

He was so fucking cute you could honestly get cavities right now.

When everything was done you all would head back to either the cabins or the entertainment on the property to set up. Sometimes you had a few of your teammates, like Dahyun or even Jessi who would take you out to see all that the full resort had to offer. Drink or flirt a bit with the other distant company people who used the other spaces.

Mingi catching you out late for talks and jokes before San would join, all of you guys laughing till your stomachs hurt. Maybe stay up later than normal around a little fire looking at the stars.

Other times it was just you and Wooyoung laughing about on the walking trail or sharing snacks with some dumb reality tv show. When you would cook he’d try to be helpful, making sure nothing was too far or too hard to reach. It was really sweet, learning more about him. From the favorite foods or movies-- learning about his whole squad of friends are apart of the company. (He didn’t tell them that he personally knew them for years, just of their working together) Mingi and San being his department while the oldest one, Seonghwa, being apart of your team. 4 other members were spread out in the other departments.

Being so domestic so quickly like it was second nature to both of you.

He even made sure to knock before trying to enter into your space or making sure everything was alright before doing something that he would consider uncomfortable for you. (“Hey I’m gonna come out shirtless!” “Okay that’s fine!” “Don’t look!” “Why cause you got cute nips or something?”) When you asked him about it, he just smiles cutely to tell you it’s to make sure you were dressed or that if you brought anyone in while he was in the shower, all parties would know.

Sometimes Wooyoung would forget of course. You would sneak glances at him every now and then; wet and soft from the shower. His body a touch pink from the hot water with his bottoms hanging off his hips.

“Like what you see~?” he’d whisper over to you when he caught you looking.

“It’s here for show so I might as well enjoy it huh?”

“Then I deserve one too right? You are very beautiful.” He told you one time when he was drying his hair and he looked at you expectantly. Even when you flushed hard from the statement, shoving him playfully and whining, he just ruffled your hair up.

You two got comfortable enough that you would be cooking in your pjs just after a shower. Where you wouldn’t be fully dry and the clothes would stick to your frame just a bit more. He never made comments but you felt eyes on you more so than not.

“What am I going to do once we leave here? I’m not going to have your cooking anymore~,” he lamented over the ribs he ate.

You scrunched your nose at his messy eating, even as you were thinking that he looked like a little chipmunk with his mouth full. “Well, we can always hang out after this you know. Or I can just bring food to the job?” you offered.

“Mmm…” he trailed off as he finished chewing-- eyes focusing back on you sharp and serious, “Rather just hang out with you. Then I don’t have to share at all.”

His tone was playful when he said it, but his eyes told you a whole different story. It wasn’t something you saw directed at you so it kind of made you a bit hot under the collar of your pajamas.

“I like sharing though~. It’s okay you’ll just need to work for that huh?” you giggled in the same breath to reach over and clean his face with your thumb.

You sat back without care, cleaning your hands to resume eating but Wooyoung was sort of stuck in his thoughts. Seeing you eat so cutely after doing something like that without warning had his heart rushing. Blinking back into the present he finally responded with a,

“I’ll work for it. Don’t you worry.”

The light-haired male sounded cocky, in turn, you shrugging your shoulders to continue eating.

“We’ll see about that.”

Sometimes… Mingi and San were your main trouble makers from Wooyoung’s team who continued to push your buttons when you were just trying to be informative. Mostly making you come over and show them easy steps in the program that you guys utilize to get any updates. Hands-on enough that they start to look flustered as well when you press up against them, voice soft with a bit of an edge cause your patience was running thin.

Maybe you were teasing them. No one’s gonna notice since everyone should be focused on their work anyways right? San’s face flushing harder than usual though this time. He seemed almost shy with you, whispering “Oh okay I get it now.”

Wooyoung stood off to the side of one of your workers, clenching his teeth at the scene. Trying to figure out what was going on between you three right now.

When you turned to him and gave a thumbs-up, he scoffed and focused on his work at hand with helping. You were confused at his antics but shrugged-- He’ll talk to you if something serious was going on. He was probably just pissed about something.

Later on in the day everyone seemed to be doing better now when they got paired up to work on a small project together. Quiet laughter or a little flirting here and there happened.

You moved over to Wooyoung who stood against the wall silently, murmuring “You alright..?” “‘M fine.” He gritted out, gripping his arms tight before letting them fall to the side. His brows were still pushed together in a slight frown, purple locks of hair sort of sticking to his forehead. You reached out to move them out of the way to smooth the wrinkles from his face.

“You’re not but I won’t pry. Just relax your face hun, you’ll have your face stuck like that~” you playfully jeered and bumped shoulders.

He seemed to freeze a bit before relaxing, giving you a quirk of a smile that you couldn’t help but be extra over.

A faux gasp and a coo came from you. “Aw see? You turned that frown upside down~ Good boy!”

He choked on seemingly nothing before pushing away from the wall. “Shut up dork. Let’s finish, got an announcement for everyone.” “Not even a dork!”

A call of your name distracted you both for a moment before you looked at him seriously.

“But you’ll tell me if somethings wrong right? I won’t judge you or anything, Wooyoung.”

He gave you a look that said something that you couldn’t quite understand. He nodded, making a face when Mingi came over and dragged you away in excited chatter.

“I heard there’s a dance tonight! San and I are going to take you as our date~”

“Hey how did you hear about that!” Wooyoung’s voice screamed across the area.

Both of you giggled, gossiping about what to do as well as what to wear for later that night. Both unaware of the slightly angry look Wooyoung gave to your backs.

You’ve been added to the group chat: Date night!

+1 [177] minglepringle Hope you’re ready~ Me and san will be over there soon~!

+1 [392] sanscript I look better than Mingi just letting you know.

+1 [177] minglepringle We’ll see about that.

+1 [873] me Boys I bet you both look dashing. Stop fighting I’m TRYING to finish getting dressed! Or I’m dumping both of you!

Your mind was too busy giggling at their antics in the text messages. Their playful banter and whining that you got used to over getting close with them, you enjoyed seeing it as much as you have. You also think that they may be fucking but that’s on a whole other note. So immersed into everything that you missed Wooyoung’s warning of checking in that his loud gasp had you turning quick.

There he stood, so fucking beautiful in his all-white suit with his hair fluffed up fully around his head, the middle-parted style that fit his look too well if anyone asked you. His eyes were rimmed in light brown eyeliner; a thin diamond choker on with a pair of earrings that added to the overall expensive look. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow down the expanse of his neck to the peak of collarbone winking at you from behind the open plackets of his black shirt. It was tucked into his pants to showcase the little waist and his pants clung to thick thighs and calves.

“Holy fuck Woo…”

Your eyes trailed back up his form with no shame as you damn near undress him mentally. Shouldn’t do that given you guys work together but what the job doesn’t know won’t hurt anyone.

“You look... Really good.” You finally finished when you gathered yourself together, looking up to meet his eyes. They were slightly hazy and far off before they focused on you. His jaw set when he walked farther into the room.

“Thank you. I’d say the same for you though. Is that all you’re going to wear darling~?” he asked in such a soft candied voice that you got whiplash from the change of his tone, “Just a bralette and boy shorts? Think the boys would like that a lot hm? Seeing their stern supervisor looking all pretty like that.”

You sucked in a quick breath, feeling your nipples harden against the cloth at attention from his voice. Even your heartbeat began to pick up when you realized he was watching your body respond to his voice, a smirk on his features. The thought of covering yourself up shyly was the last thing on your mind as you shakily exhaled.

“Not at all,” voice in a whisper as you grab your dress to slowly slip on in front of his eyes.

“I was just caught off guard, Wooyoung.” you kept the same tone as he tilted his head.

Probably taking in your figure now that it was covered back up in the peach shade maxi wrap dress, long enough to brush against the floor with the slit high enough to show your legs. White liner with darkened lashes with a smudge of brown shadow with nude glossed lips was the choice of makeup.

You added a pair of brown studs into your ears as you bit your lip, giving him a slow twirl so your dress could float around you. Stopping, you asked softly, “Well? How do I look now?”

Wooyoung stepped closer to run the back of his knuckles against your cheek, opening his mouth to say something but it was interrupted by a knock on the main door from two excited voices.

“We’re here to pick you up~!”

“Move Woo stop hogging our date!”

It broke whatever air wrapped around you two that you put on your boots and felt your face heating up quickly.

You didn’t know what to say as he still stood there, looking at you with so many emotions that you felt hot yet again.

“I gotta go Wooyoung…”

He sighed and backed up, his playful air back around him “Save me a dance would you?”

You booped his nose and nodded, giving a bashful smile before leaving to San and Mingi’s insistent whining. You couldn’t really process what was going on but at this point, it didn’t matter; two gorgeous men were your date for tonight and you decided you were going to have fun.

Which you were having. The guys made you three take so many pictures you were sure there was a whole album dedicated to it now. Lots of solo shots of you making funny faces or doing runway poses that you made them do tenfold. (”Can’t wait to use this cute one as blackmail” “You wouldn’t dare!” “Oh doll, you will learn real quick I’m vindictive.” “That’s kinda hot...” Choking sound here somewhere. “Mingi plEASE”)

They layered on the compliments thick to get you to giggle or shove at them on the way there, even when they were the equivalent of models on the fashion runway themselves. Each male held the door open to the pavilion to you before all three of you walked in with each other. It was gorgeously colored with a stage where the DJ was switching up his songs in front of the large dance floor littered with people. Surrounding it were the tables that already had forgotten drinks or people’s belongings there, or just people not really dancing just relaxing with food on their plates.

The music was everything from every genre you could think of that you could sing or dance to, open bar and buffet that you won’t admit you visited more times than you’d admit. It was only to keep your mind off your roommate but it wasn’t helping when your eyes would drift over to him from your peripherals, catching him drinking at the bar or laughing loudly at something someone said.

Fuck it. You can get lost in the dancing since you felt a little looser from the alcohol thrumming in your system. Dahyun and Jessi off doing lord knows what with whatever guys they suckered into doing their bidding for the night.

“Mingi come here! I lost you somehow and you’re supposed to be dancing with me,” you whined loudly while pulling him close and grinding on him before dropping it low to your knees.

He laughed around a whispered “holy shit” as he followed your dancing, his big hands pulling you back up to roll and dance on him again. Songs passed with the two of you sharing another drink before San joined to sandwich you in. It gathered a crowd when you three started dancing raunchier with a couple of other people. Especially with the way the two males really had you going because of their wandering hands and smoldering gazes. When you were gyrating really hard on San, he gripped your hips before trying to tickle your sides.

“You’re such a tease~. We’re definitely going clubbing when we get back to the city.” San whispered in your ear, holding up a finger sandwich to feed you.

You turned to blow a kiss at him before eating the offered food. “I would love that! I’ll go get some water and some food. I don’t wanna eat everything you’re feeding me~.”

Both nodded at you when told them you’ll take a break since you were so sweaty and out of breath from all the dancing, happily giving each of them a small peck on the cheek. You laughed at some of the comments of surprise that you got as you made your way to the bar.

Yea no one’s seen you dance like that but again you all were here to have fun right? It’s bound to happen sometime so at the end of it all, it was something dumb to think or fret over. None of them were CEO’s or anything (well you couldn’t say that for the other people at the resort, but they don’t know you.)

Yet before you could make it there you were stopped by an unfamiliar male stepping into your space.

“I’m sorry but I’m trying to get somewhere so if you could just..Move out the way please that would be great.”

“I just wanted to tell you that your dancing out there was really sexy,” the male stated, moving into your space with an open look on his face. You didn’t really respond but you were guessing your nonresponse was a good cue to him.

“Maybe if you like for me to get you drinks we can get to know each other. Or just let off some steam, if you know what I mean.”

You stepped around him, shaking your head. “Sorry but it’s not what I’m looking for now excuse me--”

He takes a grip at your hand, tight that he had to have heard you snarling. “So you’ll dance like a slut for those two guys but you won’t even give me a look? Especially when I look better than them both?”

You bristled at the comment of him talking about Mingi and San like that, turning around to give him a piece of your mind when Seonghwa steps up to you with Wooyoung in tow.

“It seems like she doesn’t want to deal with you sir,” Seonghwa’s voice was firm, gripping his upper arm tight enough that the guy yelped and let go.

Wooyoung makes sure to stop you from clocking the guy by putting his hand onto your lower back. It was a nice touch but it didn’t calm you down at all.

“This has nothing to do with you--”

“Assholes who think their hot shit? Overcompensating too? Guys like you aren’t the ones I go for.” you spat quickly, “Fuck with me again, or any of my people and you’ll be trying to find the best doctor in town to stitch your dick back on to yourself.” Angrily you stared him down, allowing Wooyoung to tug you away from the asshole and off to a quiet room.

Once the door was locked, he watched as you paced back and forth for a few minutes. He was even calm as you blew up.

“The nerve of that dickwad! The way I dance has nothing to do with who’s allowed to talk to me or not! Literally has no correlation.”

Wooyoung stood by the door and listened as you ranted, sipping on his drink.

“Lucky I didn’t fuck him up. I look too good to be brawlin today. He even had the nerve to talk about Mingi and San? He really fucking lucky--”

“You really fucking do and it’s driving me insane,” Wooyoung growled from behind you, having you jump from how close he was. “You look like a goddess reincarnated and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Wooyou-” you began as your body responded to his closeness again.

He slowly pressed his body against yours, unashamed at the loud gasp you gave him because of his clothed dick hitting your hip.

“See?” the male whispered, looking up into your eyes, “Being so carefree from judgment, dancing how you want. Singing loudly and having a good time regardless of who is around; gorgeous. You made sure to include everyone that was close to dance or sing because you wanted to enjoy this party.”

You really didn’t know where he was going with this but you heaved a shaky inhale when you caught him looking at your lips.

“It just made me like you a hella lot more… Sweaty, hooded eyes were so enticing. Then when you handled yourself with that guy back there, you got so protective and serious…” he trailed off, his dick twitching against your hip again.

“Really wanted to get on my knees and eat you out right on that dance floor… it was so damn sexy you just don’t know what you do to me.”

An airy moan slipped past your lips from his confession, his response of holding you closer and a tad bit tighter had your nipples pebbling to hardness swiftly. Wooyoung’s hands slid down to cup your ass that you whined out his name.

“When you sent those photos… I wanted to have a quick jerk session. Had a hot moment of jealousy…” he whispered now, leaning in to brush his lips along the quickening pulse on your neck. “I wanted to mark you up like that. Have my fingerprints linger on you for days from holding you so hard. Wanted my mouth to find out all your weak spots to have you crying..”

Your arms wrapped around him as you shivered, hips canting slowly against him in the slow simmer of want.

“Wha- What stopped you then hm?” It was a breathy ask while you carded your fingers through his hair, your leg sliding up to wrap around his hip to hold on. You were feeling a bit faint.

His moan vibrated against your skin as he replied “Wanted to be a good boy for you. Said I had to work for it, remember? So I have been.”

Pulling away, you looked at him questioningly, his skin pinkening with an almost boyish shyness to it as he mumbled, “Was gonna wait for the perfect time so I could take you out to dinner then hopefully get to this point now.” Which done it in for you.

"Tell me more doll, wanna hear it." You purred sweetly, feeling him give a full-bodied shutter.

"Didn't want you thinking that I suddenly wanted to fuck because of those pictures. But I've looked at them once in a while this week, hoping I could get you like that myself."

He was suddenly picking you up impatiently to set you on the table in the middle of the room; his lips nipping at the skin he could reach right now as you whined under him.

"Shit, Wooyoung," a hard whimper left your throat and you rutted up against him. "Same. It's the same. I've been crushing on you but didn't wanna complicate things I.."

Your words died on your tongue as he trailed his hand along your body, letting you arch into the feather-light touch before he put his glass down. “Can I kiss you?”

Your arms shot up and tugged him half onto you, nipping his bottom lip hard before kissing him deeply. His mouth tasting of Malibu Sunset shots and something else you couldn't place, both of you groaning at the contact. Tugging at fabric to get to heated damp skin made you a bit desperate, given how many times you have imagined doing anything remotely sexual with him.

“Pretty baby, panting so hard and we haven’t even gotten naked yet huh? You want me that badly? Want my hands on your bare skin that much.” he taunted, pulling back from your grabby hands with a playful pout.

“You take your dress off and then I’ll be good for you to take my clothes off too.”

You sat up with a pout back to him, tone going sultry instead, “That’s unfair cause I really am. If you’re my good boy you’d let me take off your clothes for you. Maybe even let me choke on your dick. I’ve been wanting it for so long~”

You watched as Wooyoung’s dick twitched hard, seeing his hands shake to a stop before moving back towards you in a flash. Inwardly you cheered in victory, hurriedly breaking a few buttons off his shirt and shoving everything off his body. As a prize, you immediately went to sucking marks on to his skin-- feeling his groan of your name vibrate on onto your lips.

You left lipstick marks in some places before sucking harshly on others such as his cute nipples and the lines of softly defined muscle, all the while he tried to push your dress off your shoulders. You made a show of sliding your hand into his pants and gripped his dick that was already slick.

“Who’s wet now doll? Hm?” you moaned out high and breathless, skin prickling with goosebumps from the sudden attack of cold water droplets falling onto your chest.

“Baby, you will be soaked when I’m done with you. Come on, clothes off wanna try something.”

He was asking you in a rush which was sweet but you really wanted his dick in you someway so you relented your control this time to him. You hurriedly slid your dress off your body and moved to get onto the table before Wooyoung tugged you by your bra and kissed you hard again. He was mapping out your mouth like he wanted to remember every dip and curve of it; sloppy, messy and so fucking hot you knew you were dripping in your panties now. “This okay? Not uncomfortable?” he pulled his lips away from yours, gently pushing you back from following.

You swallowed, whimpering out a “Yea it’s fine” from his serious gaze at your face.

When you didn’t change your mind he relaxed and kissed you again. Stealing your breath and making you drool a bit making it hot and messy in the right way.

When cold, wet fingers slide down the curve of your breast your body curved to the touch happily, mind already dopey on wanting Wooyoung’s touch; on wanting anything Wooyoung could give you right now. His mouth moved down your neck, lapping and sucking just as many bruises into your skin in repayment to your own work.

Wooyoung would cover the next stops of his lips with thin layers of alcohol to suck off your skin as if you two had all the time in the world, skipping past your aching breasts to apply more of the sweet liquid on your stomach then your thighs. He made you sit back on the table as he made a promise to his earlier statement and marked you up basically head to toe; his eyes dilating fully to the point of pitch blackness cause of the whining and mewling.

“Fuck. Just let me..” Wooyoung spluttered while grabbing his phone to take a few photos.

You were leaning back with your legs spread, fingers rubbing your clit over your soaked through panties frantic now. Honestly, you don’t know how you even made it through his markings because you couldn’t describe how much you loved it; probably looking too gone already by how he froze for just a moment. He joined you after shuffling his pants off to finally snatch your bra off to give some love to your aching breasts.

But not without adding an ice cube between his lips then sucking a nipple into the same space. The moan that bubbled out of your mouth was nothing less than dirty, making Wooyoung double his efforts. He did this to the other one as well to make your peaks harder than they ever felt. Bringing that same numbing cold heat combo onto your neck then back down, across your navel and your hip line. He skipped over your core to press his now cold lips onto the marks he left earlier, grinning at your pleas leaving your lips quickly.

“Please Woo, ngh! Please!” you cried, holding his head to your chest while he moved your panties to the side and slid two fingers in immediately. The shock of his cooling mouth and cold fingers onto your burning skin brings a pleasant hum to your body and even heavier wetness between your legs.

You never knew how much you liked the combination.

“Need you, baby, please ‘m tired of waiting.” Your head buzzed as you slipped further into his ministrations, alternating from begging or crying out his name to scrambling for purchase on the table when he moved his body away from yours. You had to have left a few more marks in the shape of claws along his skin.

“Want my dick that bad? Kinda like how you're begging right now,” He pressed into you harder that you choked for a moment.

Why was he teasing even more now holy fuck. “Yes let me have it!. You didn’t let me suck you off like I asked earlier.”

“I’ll let you suck me off later, I’ll blow my load if you even so much as touch it.”

You whined even harder. Maybe you wanted him to dirty up your face, he keeps taking everything away from you. It was a fun back and forth game but you were truly wanting his dick like months ago.

It was distracting enough that you just registered the sounds of how wet you truly were, body experiencing harsh pulses of pleasure from Wooyoung’s fingers and the zip of chill his mouth left before he laved his tongue onto your clit. Harsh flicks of his tongue coupled with the perfect curling of those fingers you’ve also obsessed over sent you reeling. Such a move brought you hurling over the edge to your release quicker than you expected.

“Wooyoung! Holy shit!” you shouted, voice pitched higher than you’ve ever heard it, legs trembling around him as he sucked onto your clit to help you ride that high before layering wetter kisses to the inner thighs. Your head went back with another curse, feeling your body turn into a liquid state of pleasure, unable to ride out your orgasm on his fingers. When your eyes fluttered open suddenly you took in Wooyoung's features.

“God..” he breathed, looking up at you as if you were his whole universe at this point and slowing down his fingers, “you’re so fucking perfect aren’t you baby?” In your hazy state, you keened at the compliment, body curving up slow as if it was reaching for more praise. Slowly, you rotated your hips in small circles to beg for everything he could give.

“Oh? You want me to fuck you while you are just loose and pliant for me baby?” To your little happy hum, he smiled gently. Removing his fingers he made the show of licking them clean, gently taking off your panties and giving you a soft kiss for your patience. “Lemme get a wrapper and I’ll be right back. Okay my pretty baby? Be patience.”

Slurry on your high still, you stayed spread onto the table. “Hurry... Really wan’ your dick Wooyoungie. Need it.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at your denial of feeling him in you.

He tripped in his haste with the condom already on and picking you up into his arms much to your protest. You could see how little it mattered as he held you to rut up against your folds to slick himself up, kissing away your tears with a coo of your name and how precious you were crying for his dick like you were.

Little words whispered against your ear of "I got you, princess, shh" and "Fuck if we go past this I have so much planned for us, holy hell." You wrapped your legs and arms around him tight, leaning in to suck a lobe between your lips and tug, whining yet again.

“Wooyoungie, please. Wanna feel it for days.. Nothing else but your dick please." You hiccuped over a short sob, honestly too fucking horny to care at this point. "Please Woo please I’ve waited for you this whole time plea-”

When Wooyoung finally pushed into your body after making sure the condom was on, it gave way like a greeting. Your walls fluttering and kissing his dick inch by inch like it was meant to be there; so happy that you squeezed him tight and mewled loudly.

“Yess what I’ve been waitin’ for. Wan' it deep~. Make me yours~.” he cursed and started a slow pace.

Honestly, you couldn't believe how much patience he had given the circumstances. His strength on display as he brought your hips down when he fucked up into your body with a slowness that had you singing. He was so hard inside of you, hitting all the right ways when he readjusted his grip on your sweaty body, the slight curve helping to graze your g-spot when he was being nice to you. It was hurting just a tad from the build-up to overstimulation but it felt too good to stop. Clit being abused against his stomach while you arched to throw your hips back onto him to get him to quicken the pace.

You were moaning his name and nonsense when he slid home deeper into you, praising him. Mouthing out on how you crushed on him since all those years he helped you. From when you decided to let him get closer because you wanted to be in the same playing field.

He paused mid-thrust with a tremble and a gasp, "Is that true..?"

Blinking past the tears you nodded, feeling bare to him suddenly.

His mouth worked around its sound for a moment, so focused on you that your breath stuttered on an exhale.

"Fuck... Fuck love, you don't know how much that means to me." He said, voice pitched so low it sounded like a snarl. Though the continuous pulses of his dick inside you spoke volumes.

Slowly you ran a hand through his sex mused hair and brought him close to your face, looking into his eyes, "Then please Wooyoung… Ruin me. Show me how much it means to you."

His resounding growl made your toes curl as he moved you two a few feet to the wall, pushing you hard against it now.

"My pleasure baby." He panted, "Gonna give you what you wanted since you asked so sweetly." He sealed his promise in a kiss before pulling out slowly.

The sudden snap of his hips made the surroundings turn to colorful constellations. Everything else fading to the haze past his beautiful expressions, the feeling of you two joined together, the cries and moans of each other’s name. Mind filled to the brim of Wooyoung, trying to kiss him but both of you are just sharing each other’s air now with little nips or licks here and there.

You don’t know how long he went at it but it felt like hours that he was pounding into you. You couldn’t even moan anymore, just whimper or keen or silently scream while he cursed in between punches of your name from his lips.

You both knew you were going to bruise on your hips and ass cheeks with how his grip tightened and loosened. At a particular shake, his fingers slid and pressed hard against your asshole, almost slipping in a bit from the dripping wetness from your folds and it tumbled you into your second release; so hard that you happened to squirt against him.

The wide-eyed look Wooyoung gave you when you screamed his name had him jerking his hips twice more before he came into the condom. He cried out to you in return, full-body shaking from its intensity that he leaned to kiss all over your face softly. Staying still and bringing you back down to him with kisses and murmurs against your skin. Breathy gravel tones from how spent his voice was blanketed you back down.

"I've been crushing on you too, you know."

"So gorgeous."

"I'm lucky to have such a beautiful princess."

"Come back to me love. I'm right here."

It was a few minutes before you gave him a satisfied smile, lazy in the afterglow and bright for him.

"Mmm, you’re the best."

He took the time to pull out and maneuver the hold on to bridal style, holding you closer to his frame as he set you back on the table with a laugh.

“I must be if I made you squirt~.”

You swung at him weakly, hiding your face from him at that and you kept it there as he moved around the room. You could hear him bump into things, mumbling to himself before he found what he was looking for and moving back to you.

“Come on my pretty baby lets get you slightly cleaned up and get out of here. We can take an actual shower and cuddle together,” he whispered softly, moving your hands out of the way with the sappiest look you’ve ever seen on his face.

Not before he took another of you posing for him to show the additional fingerprint bruises on your lower half, then immediately went to cleaning you with feather touches in case you were too sensitive with the clean rag and water bottle he found in the room. You were getting sleepy under the treatment so you allowed him to do everything; fix your hair, help you back into your dress and watch him put your undergarments into his jacket and fold it up. Making every sure you two had everything you needed.

You even watched him get himself dress sluggish and tired as you were. Something about watching him get dressed was so enticing to you. Maybe it was the way his veins in his arms and hands looked… You couldn’t wait to trace them with your tongue sometime.

When Wooyoung offered to carry you back to the cabin you agreed happily, secretly enjoying his display of strength as you guys avoided the still pretty heavy partying people further down the hall.

“I owe you a dance don’t I?” you mumbled against his neck, curled tight to his chest.

“Yea you do.”

“Damn... We’re starting off our trysts with owing each other.” he laughed into your hair, kissing a free spot on your forehead. “Alright, that’s a bet.”

You left it at that from his questioning hum.

You both got back to the cabin without being caught by anyone who knew you two. He held on to your clinging form as you whined about showering later, you were tired and you just wanted to cuddle up to him and sleep. So much so he relented with a playful sigh and tucked both of you into his bed. He did take a makeup wipe to remove any lingering product on your face and his,

“So I can see your cute natural morning face~” with a kiss to your giggling lips.

The both of you held each other to sleep, tangled head to toe with Wooyoung being the little spoon. You’ll deal with the irritating clothes and washing in the morning you thought. You were excited to think you’ll wake up to Wooyoung beside you finally.

“I h a t e your friends Wooyoungie, I really fucking do.” you groggily said when you woke up to your phone’s reminder buzzes and took a look at the notifications.

“Mmm, why is that?”

You happened to look down at his soft sleep puffy face laying on your thigh, pouting up at you so you blew a kiss at him before showing him the messages.

+1 [177] minglepringle So.. heard you had a grand slamming of a time last night

+1 [177] minglepringle As well as seen him carry you off like a princess being saved by her prince~ So now we don’t have to worry about not seeing you for the rest of the night

+1 [392] sanscript A lot of slamming. Seems like our “Make Wooyoung jealous plan worked”!

+1 [177] minglepringle Glad you finally got that dicking you been thirsting over~ Congratulations! +1 [177] minglepringle DON’T EXPOSE US YOU ASSA LSDKJFLSJGSDJF--

+1 [392] sanscript Don’t forget to call us next time so we can hear better~! We’re friends now your supervisor status means nothing now!! (:< Besides you completely dipped on us and we would have asked you for a threesome but Wooyoung beat us out-- +1 [177] minglepringle sAN OH MY FUCKING LORD STFU +1 [392] sanscript What they gonna do? Beat us?

Then an extra one from an unsaved number,

+1 [524] Unkown As much as I love that you two resolved your heavy sexual tension can I get a raise for having to hear your horny asses going at it like rabbits and dealing with the Minsan duo? Thanks, boss. -Seonghwa

Wooyoung laughed hard, screeching about his embarrassment at his friends and how he was going to beat their asses. He was ranting, fumbling for his phone to give him a piece of their mind but you just watched him being animated. Still a bit sleepy, the marks dark against his skin while his eyes caught the light just right to sparkle slightly. Even when he was squeaking into the phone’s receiver at Mingi, San, and Seonghwa, you couldn’t help the happiness you felt at the turn of events.

Wonder what your friends will say once you tell them everything that happened. That would be for another day, you think as you stroke Wooyoung’s face and trace the features. He doesn’t stop talking but he does look at you with a sappy smile, wiggling and making kissy faces at you.

This was something you could really get used to.

#ateez fanfiction #ateez oneshot #wooyoung smut #ateez smut #wooyoung #oneshot

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CHERRY TREE

arc: gongshow (arc introduction here) tws: vehicle accident, death. length: 2k. summary: in which i incontrovertibly hurt the capitals. also, sasha “ghost” molchalin gets an unwilling new roommate. taglist: @kidsarentallwrite

Philadelphia Flyers @NHLFlyers - Nov. 4 They may be from Washington DC, but this is the City of Brotherly Love! Bring it on, Capitals!

Philadelphia Flyers @NHLFlyers - Nov. 4 Mitty, Martin, and Molchalin start tonight. Retweet for a chance to win five gallons of Flyers-themed M&M(&M)s!

Clarence Taylor. Even the mention of his name is enough to make Sasha break out in annoyed hives—no defenseman has ever been able to read Sasha like Taylor does, and it’s literally the most aggravating thing. Like—yes, okay, Taylor is the captain of the Washington Capitals, was the first overall pick in 2012, got the Calder his rookie year and the Norris last year, has been to the All-Stars more times than Sasha cares to count. That doesn’t mean everyone needs to jump on Taylor’s dick. The guy is fucking irritating.

“Calm down,” Marty says during warm-ups, spotting the look on Sasha’s face when Taylor skates by with a snide little comment lobbed in Sasha’s direction. “I can see your blood pressure rising.”

“He’s a bastard,” Sasha says. He wants to snap his stick in half and maybe use the pointy ends to commit a homicide. Marty’d scruff him like a little cat and Sasha wouldn’t get more than a few strides before his feet cartoonishly skated out from underneath him. But it’s the thought that counts.

“You’re giving him exactly the reaction he wants,” Marty says. “And you’re not special, Ghost, he does that to everyone.”

Sasha does not snap his stick in half, but it takes a Herculean effort. “Don’t bother trying your hippie elementary school teacher horseshit on me,” he says. “I hate him.”

Marty sighs. “Just don’t let him get in your head,” he says, sounding resigned.

Too late. Sasha takes a wild shot at the empty goal and misses—the puck ricochets off the crossbar. Goddammit.

The Washington Capitals are a well-oiled machine: a steady, productive offense backstopped by a tenacious, elite defense and an almost jaw-droppingly good goaltender, and Sasha hates playing against them, mostly because they never fall for Mitty and Marty’s fakeouts. By second intermission they’re still deadlocked at 0-0, and the game—already ugly—is starting to get nasty. While there haven’t been any fights yet, Sasha can feel the tension in the air, a heavy weight like a storm brewing on the horizon.

So maybe Sasha curses at Taylor a little more thoroughly than is strictly warranted when he shoves Sasha into the boards. Sasha hates the guy. It’s been a hard, awful game. He’s allowed.

“Your mother must be so ashamed of you,” Taylor says as the referee whistles the first play of the third period dead, black mouth-guard half-hanging out of his mouth. He’s Canadian, Taylor is, and so is Marty, and while they have the same kind of soft, shallow vowels, Marty is fun and easy to listen to but Taylor’s voice grates against Sasha’s nerves. Sasha’s not a fighter—why would he be, when Marty is 6’10” and impossible to take down—but a single word out of Taylor’s mouth makes Sasha want to drop his gloves and start swinging.

“Go fuck yourself,” Sasha says, scowling.

Taylor grins and, in a bad imitation of Sasha’s Russian accent and a worse imitation of Sasha’s voice, says “Go fuck yourself,” all mocking like. “Come on, Molchalin, what’re you gonna do? Frown at me some more? Y’know your face could get stuck like that.”

Sasha sneers. His shift is up and he’s supposed to be getting off ice—Hartsy’s half over the boards, looking at him expectantly—and Taylor’s heading back to the Capitals bench, this grin on his face like he’s pleased with himself at getting the last word. Sasha doesn’t care for it. At all.

He drops his shoulder and half-checks Taylor as he leaves the ice, sending the defenseman reeling, and when Taylor regains his footing and turns around the grin’s gone, replaced by an annoyed stare.

“Three months and four days,” Sasha says, although if asked he wouldn’t be able to say why: the number just pops into his head, trips off his tongue. “Keep an eye out.”

“What the fuck, Molchalin?” Taylor shouts after him.

Hah, Sasha thinks, and skates back to the Flyers bench.

The Flyers lose—one of the Capitals manages a nasty goal forty seconds before the final buzzer, and the Flyers make an ignominious retreat into the locker room. But that’s fine. Sasha doesn’t mind. It wasn’t Taylor who scored the goal, and Sasha played well. That’s all that he cares about.

Washington Capitals @Capitals - Feb. 8 Just try to beat us at home, @PSSkimmers.

Port Sterling Skimmers @PSSkimmers - Feb. 8 We’re setting sail for Washington DC… time to tackle the Capital!

Washington Capitals @Capitals - Feb. 8 Team bus has been involved in a collision on the I-50E returning from Delaware. Updates will be posted as they come in.

Of course, Sasha thinks to himself, staring up at the floating, incorporeal form of Clarence Taylor hovering over him, Taylor always did have a way to make him regret literally every decision he’d ever made in his life.

“What the fuck,” Taylor howls in his face. “Three months and four days. That’s what you said. You motherfucker. What, you some fucking psychic or something? What kind of sick freak does that and doesn’t give any context? Jesus Christ. You’re an asshole.”

Literally five seconds ago Sasha was sleeping. Why is this happening. He’s not awake enough for this.

“What?” Sasha says, when Taylor seems to break off, and then he remembers their last meeting, back in November: Taylor’s shocked green eyes peering at him over the Capitals bench, blond eyebrows furrowed as he gaped at Sasha. He rubs his eyes, sits up, and then, around a yawn, says “You were counting?”

“Wh—Of course I was counting,” Taylor says, floating backwards. Maybe he’d think it weirder, Clarence Taylor literally floating in Sasha’s bedroom wearing a Capitals shirt and sweatpants, but then again, Sasha’s seen weird, and this is not that. No offense to Mitty, but Mitty kind of breaks the scale of weird shit all on his own. “You mean to tell me that if some asshole came at you with some ominously specific date you’d just, I don’t know, write it off, or whatever? Of course not! I thought you were just gonna play some, some stupid prank on me or something, some bullshit like that, and then—”

His form flickers out, the space he had been occupying suddenly empty. Sasha blinks.

“And then what?” Sasha says. Silence. “For the record, I would definitely ignore it, because it would be bullshit and wouldn’t matter anyways.”

Except Taylor clearly hadn’t let it go.

There’s no response. Sasha reaches for his phone on his bedside table, and blinks again when he turns it on and it starts buzzing almost incessantly with incoming texts. They’d just finished a long roadie through Canada, and they didn’t have anything except practice later today, so the fact that the group chat is absolutely lighting up is something of a surprise.

Sasha scrolls through quickly, not bothering to try and decipher most of the texts, but he more or less gets the gist of it: some shit happened with the Capitals. Something big. Maybe Taylor did something stupid.

He rolls out of bed. Shuffles into his living room, scratching his stomach. Light slants in through the window, and Sasha squints at the sun peeking in through the blinds—it’s earlier than he thought it was. Fumbles for the remote, turns on the TV, switches it to the news—

“Oh, fuck,” Sasha says, suddenly wide awake. His stomach churns.

It wasn’t Taylor doing something stupid. Not even close. They’re playing footage: a nighttime aerial shot of a charter bus, a tipped-over semi-truck plowed into the side like a beached whale. Streetlights and ambulance strobes and spotlights from helicopters illuminate firefighters and EMTs carting out hockey player after hockey player and bundling them into ambulances.

“It looks better like this,” Taylor says, his detached, oddly clinical voice coming from somewhere over Sasha’s shoulder, and Sasha almost trips over his coffee table and goes headfirst into his TV. “Not as much blood.”

God. That’s a horrifying thought. Sasha lets out a string of foul curses, running a hand through his hair. If they had heard, all of the generations of women who came before him would have either given him an ass beating into next year or washed his mouth out with soap. Since he’s in America and they’re buried in Russia, they’ll have to settle for turning in their graves.

“I only caught about three words of whatever you just said,” Taylor says, “but yeah. That.”

Sasha looks at him—properly looks at him. Taylor looks mostly exactly like how Sasha saw him last, back in December: blond hair spiked up, red Capitals long-sleeved shirt, sweatpants from some brand Sasha doesn’t recognize, a pair of Ugg boots because apparently Taylor is a teenage girl. He’s dressed down, and he’s see-through, but other than that he looks pretty much like Sasha would expect Taylor to look, even if he wasn’t anticipating the boots.

“You’re dead,” he says, almost a question.

“I think so,” Taylor says. His voice is odd, too, echoing and faintly staticky, like he’s standing in an empty room and Sasha is hearing his voice over the phone from far away.

Clarence Taylor, dead. It doesn’t seem possible. Sits wrong. Sasha presses his mouth into a thin line to avoid admitting that, because he would never. “And you’re stuck with me.”

Taylor almost laughs. His chest expands and deflates like he’s actually breathing. Do ghosts breathe? Sasha’s nickname might be ‘Ghost,’ but somehow he doesn’t think he’s an authority on whether spirits need lungs or not. “You think that if I could be anywhere in the world, I’d be hanging out with you?”

“Nope,” Sasha says, “which means you’re definitely stuck with me.”

“Just what I always wanted,” Taylor mutters, in a way that means this is absolutely not what he wanted, in any sort of way, at all.

Sasha would agree, but that would mean agreeing with Clarence fucking Taylor, and he has absolutely no urge to do so at any costs. “You don’t have to sound so thrilled about it,” Sasha says.

“Trust me, I’m not,” Taylor says, and then he fades out of existence, like he was never there to begin with.

If Clarence Taylor simply didn’t exist, Sasha’s life would have been so much easier.

But now the guy’s dead, and Sasha doesn’t know what to think.

Washington Capitals @Capitals - Feb. 9 We’ve received word that several players have passed away, including associate captain RJ Radulov and Jean-Sebastien Fontaine. We ask that you keep their families in mind during this trying time. Stay strong.

Philadelphia Flyers @NHLFlyers - Feb. 9 Our hearts go out to our friends the @Capitals, their families, and everyone affected by the I-50E tragedy. We’re here for you. #CapsStrong

Washington Capitals @Capitals - Feb. 9 Capitals captain Clarence Taylor remains in critical condition at Pennsylvania Hospital.

#my writing #writeblr #the hockey project #arc: gongshow #char: sasha molchalin #char: clarence taylor

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soundofseventeen · 5 years

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Ice Cream (Lee Chan)

Hello! Quick Dino post today! (I’m sorry it’s not that great I’m between jobs right now and wanted to post something I’m sorry)

Hi, Erin’s been really busy and lowkey stressed with work and her vacation planning so she let add on to this so I hope it’s okay with y’all!! i may have added a few extra prompts. Okay, back to my stuff!! Enjoy!!! -Bee

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You used to be extremely close to your older brother. You and Chan did almost everything together, and he took his job as your big brother extremely. If someone teased you at school, he always backed you up, then took you for ice cream to make you feel better. Even when he wanted to hang out with his own friends, he’d still let you tag along, keeping an eye on you so you didn’t get lost. He was your best friend for most of your childhood.

As you got older, you kept that closeness, but still had to grow apart a bit. Started to make your own friends, have your own lives, do your own things. He still tried to keep an eye on you though, just to make sure that you were doing okay. If he felt like something was wrong, he’d randomly toss your shoes at you and tell you to follow him. He’d take you for ice cream again, just to see if you’d talk to him about it or even just smile a little bit.

Things started to change when he went to be a trainee. At first it was extremely difficult, not seeing him every day, not being able to talk to him or hang out with him. You missed him so much. Part of you worried that this would all be for nothing, and he would never debut and come home heartbroken. But, you knew better.

You were a proud sibling when he debuted, showing everyone you could your big brother and his group. You admired him so much and everything he was able to accomplish and wanted the rest of the world to see him like you did.

Of course, as time went on, he kept working with his group, and you kept living your life from home. While his schedule got crazier, it got so much harder to be in contact with him. He’d still send you updates, especially from tour. You always got excited when he would send you things on tour, knowing it was some cool or bazaar photo of him or one of his members.

You tried to visit him a lot, but it was difficult to find good days for it. Between your two schedules, it rarely seemed to work out. But it always made you smile when it worked out. You’d get to hear dumb stories about him from his members (who all adopted you as their little sibling as well), and even had them all try to teach your their dances (and laughed when you failed).

While you tried to make these visits, it only became harder still to see him. His free time seemed to always be filled with something he could do for his group or his career. You couldn’t blame him, this was his dream and you knew he had to go for it. You were usually able to let things go, knowing that he never wanted to miss things or forget things, it just happened.

The first time it really hurt was when he missed your birthday. You had spent the day celebrating with your friends and parents, but you still found yourself checking your phone all day for that message from him. Some years he sent a video just from himself, some years with some members screaming in the back, sometimes he actually called you. But this year... Nothing. You didn’t want to ask him about it, but you also wanted to hear from him.

Your parents were confused when you went to bed upset, not wanting to make them feel like they didn’t celebrate your day enough. You knew Chan was busy, but he always, always remembered your birthday.

You were even more confused when your dad knocked on your door, telling you there was someone at the door for you. Thinking it was Chan, you quickly ran to the door, heart falling when it was some random delivery dude. You took the package, walking into your kitchen.

You were started to pout again when you looked at the box, seeing it was sent from Pledis Entertainment. Your eyes widened, knowing that was Chan’s company. You quickly opened it, pulling out a smaller box and a card. You opened the card, quickly reading.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I’m so sorry I couldn’t celebrate with you today. We had an unexpected travel day today and I couldn’t find a chance to call you. I hope you did everything amazing you could today and didn’t suffer too much without your big brother.

I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you, and miss you the most (don’t tell mom and dad). Love you. x Chan

PS, I know you’re probably upset at not hearing from me today, so I gotta make it up somehow.

You grinned to yourself, opening the box, seeing an ice cream cone charm along with a coupon for a free cone at your local ice cream shop. You shook your head, of course he would get you ice cream. You snapped a picture of yourself that night, imagining he was there with you and it made you feel a little better.

The second time was around Christmas when he pinky promised you he’d be there at home, waiting by the tree so you could open one gift before the clock struck midnight. So you had brought all the blankets you owned and made a makeshift bed a couple of days before his flight landed and slept there every night in hopes you’d wake up to the familiar face. Christmas Eve came and with the most devastated expression you’d ever seen on a human, he apologized on the other end of the video call, explaining the latest thing that had come up and promised to make it up to you.

“I’m trying to cheer you up,” he said when you shook your head, as if telling it’s okay. “I will fight you, and I’m not hanging up until you either smile.”

“Chan, you’re busy and I’m not gonna take up more of your time. Go, be a choreographer for your friends. I have to go to sleep now.” You had felt the energy leave your body with the bad news and all you wanted was to curl up into a ball and sleep the sadness away.

“Can you at least open my gift to you? I wanna see your reaction.”

“Chan, they’re waiting for you. I’ll open it and, stop doing that face! I’ll open it if you stop. Is it this one?” You held up a gift wrapped with little elves you saw he labelled after his members, which made you smile involuntarily. It had your name on it, so you assumed it was. You shook it, surprised by the rattling noises it made.

“Yeah! Open it! It isn’t much, but it was the best I could do.”

It ended up being a puzzle of a picture you had taken once upon a time where he had taken one of your toys, making you cry and him smiling evilly. (Just because he was also your best friend didn’t mean he didn’t play the his role of the older brother tormenting the younger sibling and inside the box you had found another coupon for the ice cream place. There was no explanation but you also didn’t have the heart to use it this time, so you let it expire.

The more time passed after that, the more empty promises he made, each time making it up with a coupon as if it solved everything. Sometimes you used them, but you’d only take a few licks and then throw it away. Ice cream, you realized, didn’t taste as good when it was bought under the pretense of a guilty conscience.You hated the distance, despised the consequences of Chan being an idol, resented Chan for not being here like he used to be. All you got were “I’m sorry,”s and lousy pieces of paper for ice cream and even after awhile, those stopped too which hurt more than anything. And suddenly, Iksan frustrated you and you knew you had to get out soon, so after begging your parents day and night, you snuck out and took bus by bus until you landed in Seoul City.

It brought a strange sense of comfort to you, despite being here a handful of times. The streets were always different but it always smelled the same: fried rice and steamed vegetables mixed with smog and dog shit. It wasn’t a long trip so you weren’t exactly tired, but you needed food before you became irritated. You settled for a ramen place that you’ve been to a handful of times just because you could already taste it in your mouth.

It took a particularly long time to get food, especially with the staff running and forth with takeout plates and writing on the Styrofoam with markers what each little box contained and how it was customized but you forgot about it once someone acknowledged you and apologized for the delay, explaining that is was a common order for a big party of people, though two or three only showed up, despite it all. You smiled and shook your head, placing your own order and patiently waiting for your number to be called, thankful that yours came out relatively quickly. You watched the employees throwing whatever they found on the counter that contained the meals, packets of sauces, extra chopsticks, and the drinks. You counted 13 of them. It did seem like a coincidence, but then again small gatherings with caffeine addicts was a common practice nowadays. You texted your parents who you knew were gonna ground you when you got home, but that’d be a problem for later, and scrolled through social media, seeing the antics and lifestyles of everyone you followed.

A moment later a little bell sounded, signaling a customer followed by a pair arguing over which brand had the better soda...in Chinese.You looked up at them curiously, eyes widening you recognized Junhui (arguing Pepsi) and Minghao (defending Coke). They broke their squabble long enough to tell the cashier they were there for an order and resume it, this time in Korean.

“Coke is a classic. Coke has been around longer than Pepsi and you can go just about anywhere to eat and they serve it.”

“Coke also has a disgusting aftertaste to it. And you can taste the cheapness of it. I figured a refined man such as yourself would know that by now.

”Minghao stared at him, debating whether to stay quiet or to fire back; he chose the latter. “Bold words coming from someone who wanted to buy a Rubik’s cube from a street vendor for the price of three.”

“That is not relevant. You know what...Y/N, please come here. Yeah, don’t think we couldn’t see you. Let me ask you this. Thank you. Have a nice day.” They waited for the shock to wear off your face and cupping the bowl in your hands, followed them out to hear Junhui’s question. “Is Coke or Pepsi better? Say Pepsi because I’m trying to prove a point here.” You slid into the backseat, Hao driving and Jun turning around to keep pestering you.

“I still say Coke.You will never go to a store that doesn’t sell it. By the way, brace yourself when we go inside Pledis. Your parents called Chan earlier and he’s been freaking out all morning. I told him not to worry because you’re smart enough to know what to do by now, but what can you do? Jun, be careful! You’re tilting the plates. Never mind, I’m calling Wonwoo. He’ll help us.”

“Beat you to it,” Junhui smiled broadly. “He’s already waiting for us outside. We just have to show up. Okay answer me Y/N! This is life or death. Your answer determines the fate of the universe.”

You saw Mingaho staring at you in the rearview mirror. “What brought this on?”

“I wish I knew. He’s been asking everyone since we woke up. Jihoon hyung is the one who refuses to answer because he thinks it’s all the same. So I guess you’re the tie breaker.”

“It’s soda. You’re gonna drink it either way.”

“But what if you’re at a party that offers both? Which are you gonna take?”

“The first one I pull out.” Your eyes narrowed at the driver who snickered. “What’s so funny?”

“You said ‘pull out’.”

“And I’m the child.” Junhui snorted.

“What were you thinking?” Chan ran his hand several times through his hair, waiting for you to respond to his questions.“I got tired and wanted to do something different.”

“By running away?” He put his chopsticks down, trying to make the pieces connect in his head. “That’s not like you.”

“You left Iksan too, remember? And no one said anything about it.”

“I left because I have a job. I can’t just come and go as I please, you dummy.” He stopped, nodding slowly and letting the biggest smile you hadn’t seen he got the news he’d be debuting in Seventeen. “I get it now.”

“What?”

“You miss me, don’t you Y/N?”

“...Among other things,” you confessed after a moment. “It’s not the easiest thing to forget I had an older brother that was always there.”

“This is hard for me too. I have to constantly remind myself that Jisoo hyung is in the room next door, not you.” He remembered something that made him smile. “The other day I jumped on Jihoon hyung while he was asleep because I thought it was you. Apparently you’re not the only one who covers yourself with blankets. He locked me out until Mingyu hyung came home but I’d do it again.”

“You look like you have so much fun.”

“I do but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you either.” He stacked his your plastic bowl on top of his takeout box, getting ready to dispose of them. “You know, if you didn’t want ice cream anymore, you could’ve just said so.”

“How’d you…”

“Dad.”

“Figures. It’s not that I was tired of it; it just seemed that they always showed up when you couldn’t and I hated that. It was never a random day when the rain was falling and watering the plants or when the sun was out, making it too hot to go outside.”

“Come on then. Let’s go have ice cream, just you and me and then I’ll take you home.”

“That’s a two hour commute though! You don’t have to do that.” “You should’ve thought of that before you came all the way here. Now let’s go. We have an overdue bonding session waiting for us.” His phone went off and he read the text message and rolled his eyes, the corner of his lip quirking up.

“What?”

“It’s just Jun hyung.”“What’d he say?”

“He wants to know if you’re team coke or pepsi.”

“Just tell him Coke.”

You managed to hear a “Nooooooooo,” echo through the wing as you walked out, you and Chan laughing as you passed by. You hadn’t expected to see your brother today, but you were glad you did.

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“BTS World” Ultimate Guide (Updated 10/13/2019)

💕 Small heart = meh

💗 Big colorful heart = okay

💖 Big colorful spinning heart = lots of points~!

WARNING: Please keep in mind that this is not a 100% spoiler-free guide.

Anything with just chapter-part numbers (e.g. “1-16”) don’t have any heart pop-ups and are just based on my opinion judging by how the members react to the answers in the game. All of these answers lead to the exact same outcome.

Also, I followed the spelling from the game.

Have fun!

CHAPTER 1:

After 1-4:

Message (Kim Namjun):

1) How'd you get my number? 💕 Are you really Kim Namjun? 💖 This isn't a dream... Right? 💗

2) I guess I am their replacement after all... 💖 Are you sure this isn't a mistake? 💗 Does this mean I can keep texting you? 💕

After 1-10:

Phone call (Kim Namjun):

1) Well, I guess that can't be helped! 💖 It might delay your debut. 💗

After 1-12:

Message (Hoseok):

1) From the beginning. 💖 The part where you were saying 'Fightin... 💗 Psh, I heard nothing! 💕

1-16:

1) It's our group name! 💗 That came out wrong. 💖

After 1-19:

Message (Jimin):

1) Be careful next time. 💕 Let's go to the emergency room! 💗 Stop getting hurt...💖

2) Nah... It's okay! 💖 Oooh, really? 💗

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CHAPTER 2:

2-3:

1) Of course, I'm fine! 💗 Honestly... I'm a little startled. 💖

After 2-4:

Social Feed (Seokjin):

1) You have to pour the sauce on sweet ... 💖 You have to dip each piece in the sauce! 💗 You have to make sure the pork pieces ... 💕

Message (Seokjin):

1) Who? 💖 Me?💕 The other members? 💗

2) Takeout isn't good for you. 💕 Enjoy your food 💖 What about mine? 💗

After 2-7:

Phone call (Jeongguk): 1) You must be tired, though. Go to bed! 💖 You called because you thought of me? 💗

2) Hey, why not? 💖 Suddenly barging in is a bit... 💗

After 2-8:

Group Text:

1) Thanks for reassuring me that you're fine... I'm disappointed because you're doin... (Both seem ok? Maybe the first one if you want to feel less guilty lol)

2-9:

1) What are you guys doing? 💗 As long as you're happy. 💖

After 2-9:

Social feed (Namjun):

1) Did you clean the dorm? 💖 Let's make a regular habit out of cleaning! 💗 I heard you were the messiest one, Namjun! 💕

2-11:

1) You need to stop this. 💗 Thank you. 💖

After 2-12:

Social feed (Taehyung):

1) Where is that? 💕 What's that bag? 💖 Feel the darkness...? 💗

2-14:

1) You should have been more careful. 💗 Don't worry about it. 💖

After 2-15:

Social feed (Yunki):

1) Is this a campaign to promote saving files? 💗 What's shupshup? 💖 It worked out in the end. 💕

After 2-17:

Message (Namjun):

1) He didn't look too happy. 💕 He looked okay? 💗 Namjun, you look like you're having a h... 💖

2) How about a sincere apology? 💖 Buy him a burger combo? 💗 Include glass mentality boy in the lyrics. 💕

2-18:

1) It's a learning experience. 💗 I believe you have a reason for that. 💖

After 2-19:

Group Text:

1) Dream 💖 ??? 💗

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CHAPTER 3:

3-3:

1) The easy way out is to give up. Relax. Stop worrying. (Both seem ok?)

After 3-4:

Social feed (Hoseok):

1) It was the perfect party! 💖 Are you sure he was surprised? 💗

After 3-5:

Message (Jeongguk):

1) Are you sure you weren't surprised? 💗 Psh, you did fall for it! 💕 I'm happy that you had fun! 💖

2) Why are you sorry? 💖 So is it time to go record? 💗 The hyungs or me? 💕

After 3-6:

Phone call (Seok Jin):

1) To be Bangtan's manager! 💗 To be rich and jobless... 💕 To be an ordinary office worker. 💖

3-7:

1) Maybe you're judging too hard? 💗 How about trying something bold? 💖

After 3-9:

Social feed (Jimin):

1) No more shakes, right? 💗 Was it really good? 💕 It's so nice to see the two of you gett... 💖

3-12:

1) Maybe he's been slacking off. 💖 Maybe he's having second thoughts. 💗 (At least... I think?)

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CHAPTER 4:

After 4-3:

Social feed (Taehyung):

1) That's a really good photo! 💗 Let's take one together to post next time! 💖 Something's missing... 💕

Phone call (Taehyung):

1) I was the one who made the mistake. 💗 Why do you think that? 💖

2) It was because of the secret weapon reveal... 💖 It's nothing. 💗

After 4-9:

Message (Yunki):

1) Huh? It's the most handsome of them a... 💖 I wasn't worried at all? 💗

2) Should I reveal their first fan's identity? 💖 How about you comment using your r... 💗

3) Sorry... I'll stop teasing! 💖 Do you want me to keep it a secret? 💗 You don't sound like your usual self... 💕

After 4-13:

Social feed (Jeongguk):

1) Instant noodles instead of a proper m... 💕 Share, please! 💗 Is there anything you can't do? 💖

After 4-19:

Phone call (Hoseok):

1) You forgot to count yourself! 💖 Where did the last member go? 💗

2) You sure were. I didn't cry!!! 💖 Just a tiny bit... 💗

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CHAPTER 5:

After 5-5:

Message (Seok Jin):

1) Nope nope not at all! 💗 A little but it's okay. What's up? 💖

2) I don't understand? 💖 This is so sudden! 💗

After 5-6:

Social feed (Jimin):

1) I can't believe you threw me a surpr... 💕 The fresh cream made your face sweeter? 💗 I'm more thankful! 💖

5-10:

1) Of course you're charming! Please don't... How about you think it over first? (Everything's OK lol he ain't gonna change his mind)

After 5-11:

Group Text:

1) Guys... I'm sorry... Bear with me... (No heart pop-ups but 2nd one is better)

5-17:

1) You're right, you should think about it. It's not your fault. I'll appoint Jeongguk as leader, then. (All options are OK and cute asdfghjkl I love him)

After 5-19:

Message (Taehyung):

1) What were you doing? 💗 You can do it next time 💖 The bus is long gone 💕

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CHAPTER 6:

After 6-9:

Phone call (Yunki):

1) Is this really "serious"? 💕 Nope. You have to. 💗 Are you struggling? 💖

2) Yunki! You have to go to the gym! 💖 You already sleep enough as is! 💗

After 6-11:

Social feed (Jeongguk):

1) So how do you feel? 💕 The outfit looks cool! 💖 It makes debut day seem so close! 💗

Message (Jeongguk):

1) You've grown! 💖 You're becoming an adult! 💗

2) No….. 💖 Yes!!!!! 💗

After 6-13:

Social feed (Seok Jin):

1) What else is shining? 💗 Your face was also shining, Seok Jin 💖 ??????? 💕

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CHAPTER 7:

After 7-1:

Social feed (Yunki):

1) Woah it’s SUGA’s POV!! 💗 Pretty good! 💖 Do you have a selfie? 💕

After 7-5:

Message (Hoseok):

1) Okay sure! 💖 Right now? Even though it’s dark? 💗 Neighborhood? 💕

2) Of course I can! 💗 No! 💖 I deleted it 💕

After 7-7:

Social feed (Namjun):

1) Congrats on the comeback! 💗 This is only the beginning! 💖 T______T 💕

After 7-12:

Message (Jeongguk):

1) It’s because of the year-end show huh? 💖 You napped a lot earlier! 💗

2) How come you pretended to be sleeping? 💖 Were you eavesdropping? 💗

After 7-13:

Social feed (Jimin) :

1) It was great! 💖 I’m looking for the culprit! 💗 I never want to have another snowball fight 💕

Message (Taehyung):

1) Oh no you found me out 💗 I’m not sick! 💕 C...ough COUGH 💖

2) Medicine? 💖 Snack? Money?

After 7-19:

Message (Yunki):

1) I’ll fly over right now! 💖 At this hour? I’ll send one of the members

2) This is only the beginning 💕 Let’s have a party to celebrate! How happy?

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Affinity Messages:

Message (Namjun, lvl 5):

1) What the... 💗 I was just joking. 💕 You have a point. 💖

Message (Namjun lvl 7):

1) The Dignity of a Wise Leader 💗 How to Become a Sexy Guy 💖 How Mensa Members Live 💕

2) That sounds perfect for you. 💖 Why do you need a book to learn about that? 💗

Message (Namjun lvl 11):

1) You smashed a drawer...? 💕 Good thing you found it 💗 You're not hurt, are you? 💖

2) Did you write down your first impression... 💖 Did you write down your first impressions... 💗 (Screw this choice, honestly)

Message (Namjun lvl 13):

1) A cold? 💗 A slump? 💖 Is it Taehyung? 💕

2) I'll try. 💖 I can't. 💗

Social feed (Namjun lvl 19):

1) I’m glad you’ve gotten over your slump 💖 You should have cropped Seokjin out 💕 You’re a real workaholic 💗

Phone Call (Namjun lvl 22):

1) Prep the chicken first. 💖 Peel the potatoes first. Did you make the sauce yet?

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Message (Seok Jin lvl 6):

1) Where's the extremely good look... 💗 Are you referring to yourself? 💕 I knew that already. 💖

Message (Seok Jin lvl 11):

1) I'm busy today. 💗 I'll stop by later. 💖

2) Do your best. 💗 Order some chicken... 💖

Message (Seok Jin lvl 17):

1) Of course! 💗 No... 💖

Message (Seok Jin lvl 22):

1) You set me up. 💗 It's true, honestly! 💖 Aren't you tired of it? 💕

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Message (Yunki lvl 4):

1) What were you doing 💗 Were you sleeping? 💕 So you didn't block me 💖

Message (Yunki lvl 5):

1) Sorry, I must've mixed them up. 💗 Are you sure you didn't mix them up? 💖

Message (Yunki lvl 10):

1) Did you eat anything at least? 💗 You should hurry up and go to bed 💖 So cute lol! 💕

Message (Yunki lvl 15):

1) Making good use of it? 💖 I didn't buy it. 💗

Phone Call (Yunki lvl 21):

1) Perfect day for laundry! 💗 It's a perfect day to go outside. 💕 It's a perfect day to stay indoors at home. 💖

Message (Yunki lvl 24):

1) I think you’d make a great one. 💖 I can’t imagine you being one.

2) Shouldn’t you be a bit more polite? I’m gonna sue you… 💖

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Message (Hoseok lvl 7):

1) Yes of course! 💖 Come on... 💗

Message (Hoseok lvl 9):

1) Are you holding out on me? 💖 I'm still really curious... 💗

Message (Hoseok lvl 14):

1) This is a bad idea. 💖 Of course! Have fun! 💗

Social Feed (Hoseok lvl 20):

1) It was so far away T_T 💖 Right, it was worth it! 💕 I went with him so he wasn’t bored! 💗

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Message (Jimin lvl 3):

1) You don't have to be so formal! 💖 You replied almost immediately! 💕 Why are you there? 💗

2) Why would you say that? 💖 Why do you think that? 💗

Message (Jimin lvl 15):

1) Have I been found out already? 💗 Enjoy it and good luck at practice! 💖 I found it on my way here. 💕

2) What’s your favorite food? 💗 What’s your favorite game? 💕 What kind of videos do you like? 💖

Message (Jimin lvl 17):

1) Cat food! 💗 Chicken breast! 💖 Yummy snacks! 💕

Social Feed (Jimin lvl 20):

1) The cat looks full! 💗 Your life is just as important as practicing. 💖 Can't I be the angel instead? 💕

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Message (Taehyung lvl 4):

1) I'm not sure, I don't know either. 💗 What do you think, Taehyung? 💖 It's because of the color violet's refract... 💕

Message (Taehyung lvl 6):

1) It's great! 💖 That's grand. 💗 I'm not so sure.... 💕

Message (Taehyung lvl 14):

1) You really are 4-dimensional, aren’t you. 💕 Is your blood type AB? 💗 Your mind moves so fast, Taehyung, … 💖

2) Do whatever you want to do, Taehyung! 💖 Rap? Will you be able to… 💗

Message (Taehyung lvl 17):

1) What are you thinking about this time? 💗 Look at how good-looking you are. 💕 When are you rapping for me? 💖

Phone Call (Taehyung lvl 22):

1) Don't you think you need to practice a lit… 💗 Yup, good enough! 💖

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Message (Jeongguk lvl 7):

1) I feel used. 💗 Invite me all you want, then. 💖

2) Who else would it be? 💖 Have you been paying attention? 💗

3) You don't like it? 💗 Alright, thanks. 💖

Message (Jeongguk lvl 12):

1) Is that true? 💗 You were too embarrassed to say so, huh? 💕 I feel like it was worth it. 💖

Message (Jeongguk lvl 16):

1) You're playing a game right now, are… 💖 Wow rekt 💕 I thought you were a robot! 💗

2) That much, huh? 💖 Me or lamb kebabs? 💗 Never mind. 💕

Phone Call (Jeongguk lvl 21):

1) Of course! I'll come for you. 💖 Are the other hyungs busy? 💗

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3 ⭐ - 5 ⭐ Card Guide:

Kim Namjoon (5* Card):

Skywatching 1: 1) It's pretty cloudy. It's so clear! 💖 It's just dark.

2) Why are you doing this? Okay, I'll look. 💕 Are you watching me?

Skywatching 2: 1) Can you find my zodiac constellation? 💖 You're more romantic! 💗

Kim Namjoon (4* Card):

Beloved Fedora 1: 1) You look like a model! 💗 Do you really like that fedora? I don't really like it, either...

Beloved Fedora 2: (no choices)

Breaking from the Path 1: 1) Whoa you got lost??? Check your maps app! I'll come find you right now! 💖

Breaking from the Path 2: 1) I didn't have trouble finding it… 💕 I'll fix the address system just for you. 💗 Even your excuses are adorable! 💖

Fine Dust 1: 1) No outdoor activities today! 💗 I'd like a mask please! 💕 Please destroy the fine dust too 💖

Fine Dust 2: 1) You really do look like it 💕 You know I was kidding right? 💖 You look like an acorn 💗

Food for Thought 1: 1) What are you reading? 💗 Such a sexy genius. 💖 That's not a real disease. 💕

Food for Thought 2: 1) Yeah, it's so cool! 💖 What does that mean? 💕 My head hurts... 💗

In Search of the Passport 1: (no choices)

In Search of the Passport 2: 1) Now you won't forget anything! Who taught you to do this? Don't forget your swag! 💖

Pretty Hands 1: 1) I can't even single-task… Isn't it better to do one thing at a time? 💖 Ah it hurts when you bite your nails T_T

Pretty Hands 2: 1) Isn't it dangerous to wander alone at night? I wanna go, too! 💖 Emotionally expressive as always, Namjun.

The Joy of Learning 1: 1) What's your secret? 💖 You think studying is fun? 💗 You're amazing, Namjun! 💕

The Joy of Learning 2: (no choices)

What’s My Score? 1: 1) You’re underestimating yourself. 💖 How many points would you give me? 💗 Don’t stress out about it! 💕

What’s My Score? 2: 1) 100 points! 💖 No points.I can’t tell you.

Kim Namjoon (3* Card):

A Placebo Effect: 1) I'll buy you energy supplements 💖 You didn't get in trouble? 💗

A Single Rose: (no choices)

Every Day is My Birthday: (no choices)

Gentlemanly Manners: 1) That's a line from a movie, right? 💖 Taking yourself a little too seriously, huh? 💗

Hobby: Studying: 1) I totally understand. 💖 I can't relate... 💗

Namjun's Wish: 1) That's so moving 💖 That's not what I would wish for… 💗

Negative 248 Degrees: 1) You'd be dead if that was true... 💖 Did something happen? 💗

One Track on Repeat: 1) Me too 💖 Not me 💗

Own Sense of Style: (no choices)

Small Moment of Happiness: 1) Aren't you lonely? 💖 Don't forget to clean the dorm! 💗

The Usual Please: 1) I wish I had been there to see it! 💖 That new cashier didn't know any better. 💗

Two Selves: 1) What's the difference between the two? 💖 Both are precious to me! 💗

Where’s the Basketball?: 1) I’ll help you find it. 💖 Is there anything you haven’t lost…? 💗

Kim Seokjin (5* Card):

While Asleep 1: 1) You were pretty calm. You were singing. 💗 You were calling my name!

2) I'm really glad. I can say the same 💕 I don't like being comfortable

While Asleep 2: 1) Nothing really I do sleep talk a little 💖 Oh man I can't tell you

2) No wonder I felt so warm 💖 Why didn't you just wake me up Keep it a secret from the other kids!

Persevering Spirit 1: (no choices)

Seok Jin Over Flowers 1: (no choices)

The Eldest's Grievance 1: 1) Are you sick? I'll buy you supplements. I've felt the same way lately. 💕

Kim Seokjin (4* Card):

A Drive 1: 1) I didn't know you had a driver's license! 💗 I want to go for a drive, too. 💖 Is something frustrating you lately? 💕

A Drive 2: 1) The nightscape from the bridge was… Then it's time to practice! I acknowledge you as the driver! 💖

A Slump 1: 1) What's going on? Wanna go eat meat? 💖 We're all here for you.

A Slump 2: 1) You sound so grow up. So, what'd you forget about? You did so well on your own! 💖

Fairytale Prince 1: 1) Those books are all pretty thin, aren’t they? 💖 Why the fairy tales? 💕 Let me know if you read a good one! 💗

Fairytale Prince 2: 1) I’ll be your prince! 💖 Fairy tales are exactly that, fairy tales… That makes me feel calm for some we...

Late-Night Chef 1: 1) Looks so good 💗 Seok Jin made a mistake?! 💕 Looks like you're working overtime, Seok Jin! 💖

Persevering Spirit 1: (no choices)

Persevering Spirit 2: 1) Your health is more important than … 💗 You care so much about the people aro...💖

Seok Jin Over Flowers 1: (no choices)

Seok Jin Over Flowers 2: 1) Both are beautiful! 💕 Seok Jin, you’re beautiful! 💗 Flowers are beautiful! 💖

Support of a Handsome Guy 1: (no choices)

Support of a Handsome Guy 2: 1) Me? Why? 💗 No! 💕 How about sticker pictures instead o… 💖

The Eldest's Grievance 1: 1) Are you sick? 💗 I'll buy you supplements. 💖 I've felt the same way lately. 💕

The Eldest's Grievance 2: 1) They're doing it because they like you. H… Do you want to go get dinner? 💖 Leave the maknaes to me!

Kim Seokjin (3* Card):

A Blessing and an Honor: 1) That didn't sound like kidding... 💖 I think of it as a blessing! 💗

A New Hairstyle: 1) World's cutest… 💖 Why'd you do that? 💗

A Small Face: (no choices)

Eye Candy: 1) So good-looking T___T 💖 Do you really mean that? 💗

Gift of a Bouquet: 1) One bouquet of Jin please 💖 I like flower bouquets though 💗

Idioms: 1) The meaning seems off… 💖 What a perfect example! 💗

Quote of the Day: 1) I know that well! 💖 You're joking, right...? 💗

Recipe for Rolled Eggs: 1) I don't have the most important ingredient... 💖 This recipe is a bit weird. 💗

Reliable Shoulders: (no choices)

Shy Feelings: 1) Are you practicing it to show the fans? 💗 Is that for me?! 💖

Strawberries and Strawberry Flavors: 1) Oh, I know! 💖 So picky… 💗

Surprise!: 1) Was the mirror not clean enough? 💖 Startling looks indeed. 💗

Sweet words: 1) You're handsome!!!!! 💖 You really don't get tired of it? 💗

Min Yoongi (5* Card):

Charging Complete 1: 1) A m a z i n g… How’s your fatigue? Glad to hear you slept so well! 💖

2) I wasn’t expecting anything. 💖 I’m slightly disappointed. 💕 Yeah, I was! 💗

Charging Complete 2: 1) It left a scar on my heart… 💖 Thanks for texting me. 💕 I remember everything you say, Yunki. 💗

2) You seem friendlier than usual! 💖 You look like you’re having fun. 💕 This picture’s so cute! 💗

Passionate Dancer 1: 1) I'm so sorry... 💗 You fell perfectly into my trap. 💖 That was completely my fault. 💕

2) Isn't that a wet wipe? 💕 Don't cry, just get stronger. 💖 Somehow that just hurts me more... 💗

Passionate Dancer 2: 1) I can't acknowledge that! 💕 I completely agree. 💖 Show me. 💗

2) I didn't know that 💖 Of course I know that! 💕 I've never heard you, so I wouldn't know. 💗

ShupGuyver 1: 1) Did he ask you to make him food? Did he ask to sleep in your room? Did he ask you to go out and have fun? 💕

2) You don't talk… much? That's what makes you so cool 💕 Those are some very precious hands

ShupGuyver 2: 1) That's really amazing Make me an armoire please 💗 Aren't you exaggerating

2) First time I've heard it 💖 Yes of course I know Who's that?

Min Yoongi (4* Card):

A Charming Hacker 1: 1) I didn't know you were so edgy. 💖 I'm gonna screencap this. 💗 You left your account logged in, huh? 💕

A Charming Hacker 2: 1) Taehyung? Jimin? That was actually me. 💖

A Meal with Jeongguk 1: 1) Sounds like it was good! 💗 Go to an all-you-can-eat place next time. 💕 How could you forget about me? 💖

A Meal with Jeongguk 2: 1) That sounds pricey. 💗 I’ll buy next time! 💖 You guys get along so well! 💕

An Old Friend 1: 1) What song are you practicing? 💕 I wanna see you play piano, Yunki! 💖 You know how to play the piano? 💗

An Old Friend 2: 1) Do you want me to help you? 💗 Let's think of a special performa… 💕 Is there anything you can't do? 💖

Composing is Hard 1: (no choices)

Composing is Hard 2: 1) I eat spicy food. I watch scary movies. I think of you guys! 💗

Laughing Virus 1: (no choices)

Laughing Virus 2: 1) I don't think my fancams would be funny. 💗 I watch your fancams too sometimes, Yunki. 💕 Well… Whatever makes you laugh. 💖

Pokerface 1: (no choices)

Pokerface 2: 1) Are you sure people misunderstand? I think glasses would look nice on you! 💗 I like you better without glasses T_T

Restaurant 1: (no choices)

Restaurant 2: 1) Great!! I’ll be right out. 💗 I thought you didn’t like that kind of food? 💖 I don’t feel so good today… 💕

Time for a Break 1: 1) No way 💕 You look tired? 💖 That's shameless of you. 💗

Time for a Break 2: 1) Why don't you sleep in tomorrow? 💖 Being busy is a good thing! Your bucket list is so sad.

Min Yoongi (3* Card):

A Manager's Concerns: (no choices)

A Mysterious Expression: (no choices)

Charms of Travel: 1) I know what you mean! 💖 I don't feel that way… 💗

Confessions of Love: 1) This is so sudden! 💗 Who's this for? 💖

Go! Shooting Guard: 1) Let's have a contest. 💖 How about you don't... 💗

Living Point: 1) Taxis are expensive… 💖 I can just give you a ride! 💗

Present to Myself: 1) What scent's the bath bomb? 💖 Is today a special day? 💗

Reminiscing: 1) You'll be able to experience it again! 💖 How about focusing on the present? 💗

Supernatural Tastes: (no choices)

The Mind's Eye: 1) Liar 💖 I wanna try! 💗

The Rights of a Champion: (no choices)

Ticketing: 1) Leave it to me. 💖 I know that feeling so well. 💗

Turn Up the Volume: 1) That's understandable… 💖 The waiter was a jerk! 💗

Jeong Hoseok (5* Card):

Sleep Tight 1: 1) I'm okay 💗 Nope I'm not okay How'd you know?

2) I think it will 💖 Nope it's not helping Will I be able to fall asleep?

Sleep Tight 2: 1) Dreams about you, Hoseok 💖 Exciting dreams Nightmares

2) I was flying too 💖 I wasn't flying I'm just kidding

Jeong Hoseok (4* Card):

A Day Off 1: 1) Rest up! 💗 Is today a chicken kind of day? 💖 You're not going to practice? 💕

A Day Off 2: 1) Still, rest up while you have the chance. Try practicing some light choreography? 💖 Hoseok, you're a practice fiend!

A Doggy Friend 1: 1) Should we get a pet dog for the dorm? Do you like animals? That dog looks like you! 💖

A Doggy Friend 2: 1) I think you’d do well, Hoseok! 💖 Not everyone can do it. What’s agility?

Animal Farm 1: 1) So you can fly? 💖 Please be reborn as Hoseok. 💗 I thought you were scared of birds! 💕

Animal Farm 2: (no choices)

Be Healthy 1: 1) Pain relief patches are perfect for mus… 💗 Take it easy with the practicing. 💕 Think of it as a badge of honor f… 💖

Be Healthy 2: 1) Say no to muscle aches!! 💖 Teach that to the others. 💗 Your stance looks wrong… 💕

Careful of Colds 1: (no choices)

Careful of Colds 2:

1) Time for some ginger tea 💗 You can't be sick 💖 I'm sick too 💕

Hoseok and the Doggy 1: (no choices)

Hoseok and the Doggy 2: 1) Dogs! 💗 Cats! 💕 Hoseok! 💖

I Need Luck 1: 1) Did you check your horoscope? You can borrow some of my luck. 💖 It's just one of those days…

I Need Luck 2: 1) Is something giving you a hard time? You're always so positive, Hoseok! You don't have to force yourself to sm… 💗

Jeong Hoseok (3* Card):

A Hobi Massage: 1) Don't you need one of those? 💖 My muscles are tense, too. 💗

A Hopeful Day: 1) Is today a special day? 💗 I'll have a hope-filled day! 💖

A Mysterious Bag: 1) What's in it? 💖 It's hella trophies and it's… 💗

Adorable Sleeping Habits: 1) Where did that come from? 💖 I’ve got to see this for myself 💗

Dance Team Complete: 1) Me!!! 💖 I think I know who! 💗

Devilish Eyes: 1) You’re there already... 💖 Guess you need to work a little harder! 💗

Each Others' Hope: 1) So sweet. 💖 I'm your manager! 💗

Follow What I Do:

1) Following your lead is hard. 💗 Does that really work? 💖

Hoseok's Transformation:

1) I like kind Hoseok… 💗 Whoa, scary! 💖

Hairband: (no choices)

Heart-Shaped Smile: (no choices)

Hope Minutes of Hope Hour: 1) It’s late. Are you not gonna sleep? 💖 Share some hope please 💗

Revenge of the Late Night Snacks: (no choices)

Park Jimin (5* Card):

Warm Dumplings 1: 1) That's a cute letter I'm sorry, dumplings! I'll be right there! 💗

2) Yes, good job! 💖 Eat them if you want to. I'll start up a kimchi dumpling place for you.

Warm Dumplings 2: 1) If you don't come soon I'm leaving. I want to see you! Come after practice. 💗

2) It's because of the kimchi dumplings, isn't it? Nope, no can do! I'll try to do this more often. 💖

Park Jimin (4* Card):

Almost Lucky 1: 1) Oh no... 💕 Don't be too disappointed! 💖 I'll take the punishment for you! 💗

Almost Lucky 2: 1) Hiking... Sounds fun! 💖 Such a heartless competition... 💗 Are you sure it isn't match fixing? 💕

Beautiful Night 1: (no choices)

Beautiful Night 2: 1) What are you doing up? You should go to bed! I like it, too! 💖

Movie Date 1: 1) A comedy. A love story. A martial arts movie. 💖

2) Even scary movies? Why are you so kind? Me, too! 💖

Movie Date 2: 1) Was it really fun? That's good to hear. 💖 Don't do that again!

2) Let's watch another one next time! You're overflowing with love. 💖

Outfit of the Day 1: (no choices)

Outfit of the Day 2: 1) Looks like something you have 💕 It suits you!! 💗 Where’d you buy it? 💖

Photogenic 1: 1) Be confident! 💖 Who took this picture for you? You look awkward…

Photogenic 2: (no choices)

Snack Adoration 1: 1) You love snacks that much? 💖 No more snacks today! 💕 Gimme snacks too 💗

Snack Adoration 2: 1) But I just bought snacks 💖 Liar! I already heard

So Mean to Me 1: 1) Pretty charming…? 💗 Bangtan is my life 💖 Is music everything? 💕

So Mean to Me 2: 1) It's because you're so cute. 💗 I want to play pranks on you, too. 💖 Teach them a lesson! 💕

Time for a Break 1: (no choices)

Time for a Break 2: 1) Me! Me! 💖 Working out when it's break time? What about something other than work…

Park Jimin (3* Card):

A Magical Suit: 1) You look so cool! 💖 Isn't that pose a little over the top? 💗

An Apple a Day: (no choices)

Close Friends: 1) Yunki's bothering you? 💖 It's because you're cute 💗

Conscience-Led Confession: (no choices)

Every Day's Christmas: 1) You still believed in Santa Claus...? 💖 Christmas is fun. 💗

Eye Smile: 1) How come? 💖 But you get cuter! 💗

Here, Have a Heart: 1) I have so much energy! Like a tiger! 💖 I don't really like hearts… 💗

Hi, New Friend: (no choices)

Instant Noodle Aftermath: 1) Please eat instant noodles every night... 💖 You do look a bit swollen… 💗

Playlist: 1) Recommend me some music! 💖 What song do you like the most? 💗

Refund Expedition: 1) How’d that happen...💖 What are you going to say when you ...💗

Step By Step: 1) The ground's pulling you down. 💖 Listen to your hyungs. 💗

The True Jimin: 1) An angel! 💖 A fairy! 💗

Kim Taehyung (5* Card):

All-Nighter Attempt 1: 1) Try drinking coffee Try exercising 💗 Just go to bed if you’re sleepy

2) Help me fall asleep 💖 I’m not sleepy though I’ll go to bed

Eat a balanced meal 1: 1) Don’t eat them if they don’t taste good. But you have to eat them… I can eat them for you. 💕

2) Try eating vegetarian for a bit? I’ll go hire a nutritionist. 💗 Will and effort is important!

Eat a balanced meal 2: 1) Gimme! 💖 I don’t really like fruit. Those strawberries suit you!

2) Let’s go eat something yummy. 💖 Don’t try to be sneaky! No?

Late-Night Jukebox 1: 1) Dance music Jazz Classical 💗

Late-Night Jukebox 2: 1) A happy one 💗 I need support 💖

2) Choose one for me please Taehyung Sing for me, Taehyung 💕 Can I pass?

Kim Taehyung (4* Card):

Glasses are Great 1: (no choices)

Glasses are Great 2: 1) I was expecting a different question… That’s a serious conundrum! 💕 That’s not important.

Hamburger Mania 1: 1) Hamburgers are the best! 💖 I think that's an exaggeration. I'm sure that black bean noodles are feel…

Hamburger Mania 2: 1) Are you buying? 💖 You're trying a new menu item? 💗 I'm not feeling hamburgers today… 💕

Pimple Friend 1: 1) Hi, pimple friend…? 💖 You’re making friends with your pimp… Remind me, what was good for pimples…

Pimple Friend 2: 1) You’re calling yourself...perfect? 💗 I’m glad your pimple friend left. 💖 Looks like that vinegar cleanse was rea… 💕

Square-shaped Smile 1: 1) It’s square-shaped. 💖 I can’t really tell…💕 It’s nice to see you smile. 💗

Square-shaped Smile 2: 1) You want me to smile? 💗 How do I make my mouth square-shaped? 💕 Wow, so cute! 💖

The Taste of Coffee 1: 1) It’s an acquired taste. 💗 Coffee can be tasty, too… 💖 How about not drinking carbonated drinks? 💕

The Taste of Coffee 2: 1) How’d it taste? 💗 I better mark this date on my calendar. 💖 And? 💕

V-Roll 1: 1) How does it feel to be that good-looking? I thought you were CG! 💖 It came out well.

V-Roll 2: (no choices)

When We Were Young 1: (no choices)

When We Were Young 2: 1) I don't know how to ride a bike… 💗 I'm good at bike-riding, too! 💖 Liar 💕

Kim Taehyung (3* Card):

A Dorm Must-Have: 1) The hyungs were mean! 💗 They probably had a reason. 💖

A Special Rose: 1) Who’s the important person? 💖 I like roses, too… 💗

An Expressive Voice: 1) When I think Taehyung I think tone 💖 When I think Taehyung I think strength 💗

Baby Bear: 1) You look like a teddy bear! 💖 I wanna give you a nickname! 💗

Be Careful of Racing Hearts: 1) What kind of pose is that? 💖 Save me! 💗

Gogh Hyung: 1) Van Gogh hyung…? 💖 Taehyung, you draw? 💗

I'm Confident: 1) How many centimeters? 💖 Do the other members agree with you? 💗

Idioms 101: 1) An eyesore for your sight? 💗 I liked it, too! 💖

Just One Wish: (no choices)

Moment of Liftoff: 1) 400 pictures? 💖 I’ll put you on a plane if you want. 💗

Needs More Cheering: (no choices)

Sleep Disrupter: 1) Try sleeping without the cushion! 💖 Do you want me to give you my pillow? 💗

Taetae English: 1) What is that supposed to mean??? 💗 OK… I'll be happy! 💖

Jeon Jeongguk (5* Card): Always Ravenous 1: 1) You ate all of that? It wasn't too spicy??? 💖 So handsome T___T

2) Of course I ate! 💗 Not yet… 💖

Always Ravenous 2: 1) That's kind of big for a snack? Sorry for making you wait… A bite, please! 💗

2) No… You're right! Just kidding. 💖 Okay! Let's eat together.

Cleaning Fairy 1: 1) I don't think so? 💖 Wouldn't they stay alive? Are you thinking of raising fruit flies?

2) Just spray some bug spray! I'm a fruit it annihilator 💕 I had no idea

Cleaning Fairy 2: 1) Cleaning Fairy Jeon Jeongguk 💗 What's going on? Are you all deep-cleaning?

2) I don't need to help? 💗 I don't believe you Photo proof!

Sleepyhead 1: 1) Calm down So cute! 💖 Guys run away!

2) I can't fall asleep that easily Me too! 💗 I bet I could wake you up quickly

Sleepyhead 2: 1) Maybe I should charge you royalties You think about me a lot huh 💖 Better buy a lottery ticket

2) Something sad! Something enjoyable! 💗 Something scary! (maybe this one…?)

Jeon Jeongguk (4* Card):

A Big Bag 1: (no choices)

A Big Bag 2: 1) Found the perfume! 💖 Why the sudden gift? Are you trying to tell me to shower more? lol

Average Day 1: 1) You miss normal life, don’t you? 💗 What would you want to do? 💕 But you’re enjoying life now, too… 💖

Average Day 2: 1) I’m happy to hear that you had fun! 💗 Those spicy rice cakes I ate are… 💖 Now it’s time to focus on practice! 💕

English Baby-Steps 1: (no choices)

English Baby-Steps 2: 1) It was really good! 💖 Confidence is important! Who complimented you???

Flying Through the Sky 1: 1) Bungee jumping? Me me me I want to! 💖 Bungee jumping seems scary…

Flying Through the Sky 2: 1) True, you'd be able to so a lot of differ... 💕 Wouldn't your wings get tired? 💗 Do everything you want to do, Jeongguk. 💖

In-Ear Mic 1: (no choices)

In-Ear Mic 2: 1) Replacement headset microphon... 💖 Don't go too hard during rehearsal. 💕 You look cool when you're doing your best! 💗

Plucking Peach Fuzz 1: 1) Why do they want you to break the habit? 💕 You should try doing what they say. 💖 Does the world revolve around your pe… 💗

Plucking Peach Fuzz 2: 1) That's a cute habit. 💕 I think I've seen you pick at your peach fu… 💗 Tell me some of your other habits. 💖

Taekwon-Boy 1: 1) It’s for your own safety! 💗 Maybe you’re wearing the wrong size? 💕 If it’s too uncomfortable, take it off. 💖

Taekwon-Boy 2: (no choices)

When I Grow Up 1: 1) What's Wing Chun? 💗 They shouldn't tease you about your age! 💕 They're teasing because you're adorable! 💖

When I Grow Up 2: 1) I'm okay. 💕 I think you're grown up already? 💗 Can I cry? T___T 💖

Jeon Jeongguk (3* Card):

A Promise to Myself: 1) Me????? 💗 You’re doing well now. 💖

A Quiet Song: 1) You’re so emotionally expressi… 💖 That sounds like it would get boring… 💗

A Strong Man: (no choices)

Brand New Outfit: 1) Jeongguk? Shopping?? 💖 Plain t-shirts again!! 💗

Different Viewpoints: (no choices)

Finding the Culprit: 1) Who was it??? 💖 It was me… 💗

Growing Pains: (no choices)

Life of an Athlete: 1) Are you a singer or an athlete? 💖 No more muscles! 💗

Maknae’s Line of Sight: 1) You’re looking cuter, Jeongguk! 💖 I wanna know how they react to you say… 💗

Such Wavy Hair: 1) So cute!! 💖 Wow, you look so cool!! 💗

The Very Hungry Maknae: 1) There's microwaveable rice under the sink! 💖 That's scary?! 💗

Versatile: 1) You can do it all! 💖 You need to pick something and focus on it! 💗

What Guys Dream To Be: 1) I say no. 💗 I think it'd be cool. 💖

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Walk on Water

A celebration story for my surprise four day weekend, wherein Uma and Harry are music stars on tour together who do the relationship tag. Enjoy! (Lyrics from Beyoncé and Eminem’s new song ‘Walk on Water’ and Eminem’s song, ‘Hi, My Name Is’)

There are snatches of music dancing around in Uma’s head, but every time she tries to play them out, they sound wrong. She tries another simple phrase on the keyboard, but a note clanks too sharp.

“Motherfucker!” She growls, slamming her hands down on the keys, which make a dismally discordant noise.

“Leave poor Artemis alone,” Harry chides, stepping into the room. His hair is fluffing all over the place, a result of towel-drying after his shower. “It’s not her fault you can’t do it right.”

Uma shoots a glare at him that makes grown men cower but only makes him laugh. “Shut up.”

“No,” Harry grins and sits down next to her on the bench. “What’s wrong?”

She gives him a suspicious look to assess the seriousness of his question and then says grudgingly, “I can’t get this phrase down. It’s playing out perfectly in my head, but every time I try to play it out on here it sounds wrong.”

“Play it for me,”

Uma places her hands on the keyboard and starts playing, adding her voice to the piano chords. “I walk on water, but I ain’t no Jesus. I walk on water, but only when it freezes.”

She tries to play the next phrase, but she only manages to get through two notes before another damn false note rings out that makes even Harry wince. “Goddamn it!” she shouts, resisting the urge to bang her head on the keyboard. What is it with this fucking phrase?

“Hey,” Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder and draws her closer to him. “You’ll get it, okay?”

Uma just sighs and places her head on his shoulder. He smells like sandalwood, detergent, and something that’s purely Harry, and she curls further into his neck, lured in by his warmth.

“Come on darling,” Harry pulls back slightly from her to look her in the eye, a hint of a grin on his face. “Say it,”

“I’m not saying it.”

“Say it.”

Uma looks at him sternly, trying to maintain her stance. There’s a full-out grin on Harry’s face now, but seriousness in his eyes. It’s one of these things that he does with her, the constant encouragement and praise. She has always been self-deprecating to the point of putting herself down, and it’s a habit that Harry is slowly trying to train her out of. Uma doubts that she will ever be fully rid of the habit, but she loves Harry for trying.

“I’ll get it,” she says, and he smiles at her, not the usual smirk that’s always present around his mouth, not the rakish grin that makes his fans weak at the knees, but a real smile, the kind that makes his blue eyes sparkle like the ocean in the morning and makes his face softer. She loves that smile, and seeing it always makes something warm come to life in her chest.

“See, was that so hard?” Harry leans in and kisses her cheek, and she smiles despite herself and places her head back on his shoulder. She can work on the song another time. For now, she needs to take a nap.

“Love?” Harry murmurs into her hair.

“Hmm?”

“You aren’t falling asleep, are you?”

“I was planning to,” she mumbles back, burrowing into his neck. God, he’s always so much warmer than me. How is this fair?

“Well, you can’t.”

“And why not?”

“Do you remember when you were really tired after doing a concert and an interview right afterwards and I asked you to do a live video with me next week? And you said ‘I’ll do anything you want as long as you let me sleep’ so that live video is today,”

Uma’s eyes snap open and she pushes her head off of Harry. “WHAT?”

“Love you, bye!” Harry launches himself off of the piano bench as Uma tries to grab him and runs away.

“Harry James! Get back here right now, or I’m never having sex with you again!”

*****

“I don’t even remember agreeing to this,” Uma complains as Gil sets up the tripod in front of the sofa. Harry is already lounging on top of it, looking unfairly good-looking, as usual. “Why can’t you do this on your own?”

“Because we polled the fans on Twitter, and they said they wanted us to do the relationship tag for our next video,” Harry says, glancing up at her from his phone.

Uma frowns. “What the fuck is a relationship tag?”

“No idea,” Harry admits, running a hand through his hair. “But they’re going to be the ones sending us questions, so we’ll figure it out.”

Gil gives her a reassuring grin. “It’ll be okay Uma. Desiree and Harriet are gonna be going through the questions as they come, and you know they won’t let anything too bad slip through.”

That much was true. Harriet loved embarrassing Harry, but she was protective as fuck over her brother and Desiree was more like Uma’s mother than her cousin.

“I still have my performance makeup on,” Uma protests in a last-ditch effort to save herself.

Harry casts a glance over her hot-pink lipstick, turquoise eyeliner, and gold contour and smirks at her. “You look hot,” he says simply, moving over on the sofa so that there’s room for Uma.

She groans and stalks over to the sofa, throwing herself down on it and fiddling with a stray black and turquoise curl sulkily as Gil and Harry begin arguing about the position of the tripod.

Harry is the one who uses social media. He constantly posts on Instagram, updates his Snapchat story religiously, and uses Twitter like a lifeline, whereas Uma usually only posts on her Instagram once in a blue moon and only uses her Twitter to post sarcastic comments.

It was only after she started collaborating with Harry that she even got an Instagram; before that, all she had was the Twitter account and a secret Tumblr. To be fair though, there were a lot of things she hadn’t had before Harry.

She still remembers the first time they met; her verse in Khushal Nanzari’s (or, as his fans knew him, Gonzo) new song and the new single she had just released were taking off, and Harry and his band were invited to a celebration party Gonzo was hosting to celebrate the release of his third album. She had been sipping Cristal in a ridiculously tiny glass in an expensive metallic dress when Harry Hook, lead singer in Skullduggery Road, had walked up to her and said, “Your verse in Gonzo’s song was the most lyrically complicated thing I’ve ever heard, and you made my dragon of a big sister tear up with your voice in ‘Rise Up’. In short, you’re bloody amazing and can we collab on something?”

Uma had agreed before she even fully processed what she was agreeing to, because this was the lead singer of one of her favorite bands, how could she say no? They had exchanged numbers and Uma had completely forgotten that she had his number until he texted her the next day I’m also pretty okay at dancing if you need more reasons to work with me ;) and Uma had laughed out loud and set to work writing a song. Within a week, she had the song written and before she knew it, ‘What’s My Name’ featuring Harry Hook had been on Billboards Top 100 for four weeks straight and Harry was asking her out.

And now, they were going on their second tour together and had been together for two years. (Damn, has she really been stuck with him for that long?)

As if sensing her thoughts, Harry leans over and gently bites her shoulder through her oversized hoodie. She ruffles his hair absently, and gives him a small smirk to show him she’s already gotten over her complaints.

“And we’re going live in three … two … one,” Gil calls out, and then starts recording.

“Hey, I’m Uma Triskelion,” Harry says immediately.

“And I’m Harry Hook,” Uma adds, leaning against the sofa.

“We’re live in our tour bus, and we just finished off a performance in the Rabbit Hole – hence Uma’s unique makeup look.”

“Thanks love,” Uma mutters and Gil snickers. Harry just grins before continuing.

“So you lot have been begging us to do the relationship tag, whatever that is, so if you want to ask us a question, tweet us at #AskHumaLive –”

Uma makes a face. “What the hell is Huma?”

“That’s our ship name,”

“What? Since when?”

“Since forever, since we started dating, remember that?” Harry teases. “Or is your memory fading?”

“Who came up with that?” Uma demands, slightly creeped out. From behind the tripod, Gil is silently laughing, and she discreetly flips him off.

“The fans, baby, always the fans,” Harry replies distractedly, scrolling through his phone. “Ah, we already have our first question! AaliahWitch says ‘Uma, when is Harry’s birthday?’”

“June 14th,” Uma replies easily, and then studies her phone. “ChanceDaring12 says ‘What’s Uma’s middle name?’”

“Astraea,” Harry says immediately. “BurrShotFirst176 says ‘Where does Harry’s family come from?’” “England, but you grew up in Scotland.” Uma smirks at the disappointed look on his face. “HarrysHook – nice name, by the way – wants to know if you can name all of my cousins.” “Jonas,” Harry was starting to count off on his fingers. “Desiree. Harmonia. Piper. Poppy—” His face went blank. “Shit.” Gil snickers and Uma grins at the camera. “Second question, and he’s already choking,” she says smugly. “I’m not choking!” Harry protests. “I know that I’m missing four of them – wait, one of them is Madrigal!”

“She hates that name,”

“Madi, then!” “Three more to go,” Uma mocks him. “My cousins are going to be so sad when they realize you don’t know their names; they love you, you know.” “Jesus Christ,” Harry groans, and throws himself dramatically into her lap. Her phone vibrates with a message from Desiree and she laughs evilly as she reads it. “Desiree says that the girls are watching right now, and that they’re really sad that you don’t know their names,” Uma informs him gleefully, then turns to the camera. “It’s okay babies, I still know all your names,” she says with a sweet smile and a wave. “I’m sorry, okay?” Harry says, his voice muffled from under his hands. “I’m an absolute monster but I really need help.” “Hmm,” Uma grins. “What does the Internet think? Do you think I should give him a hint?” Harry turns over to the camera and gives it his best pout. “Please help me, Interwebs, you have no idea how many cousins she has.”

When she glances down at her phone, most of the tweets are in favor of her giving him a hint, and the conversation thread is full of people wondering why she has so many cousins. “Their names start with L, A, and T,” she says, smoothing out his hair.

Harry considers this. “That actually doesn't help at all. D’you have any idea how many girls names start with those letters?”

“They’re all related to music,” she points out offhandedly, snickering when Desiree sends her a picture of the girls making sad faces at the camera.

“I think that made things more confusing, to be honest,” Harry confesses. “I give up,”

“Lyrica, Allegra, and Talea,” Uma smirks down at him.

“Bloody hell!” Harry complains, then addresses the camera as he sits up. “Lyrica, Allegra, Talea, I’m dreadfully sorry I forgot your names darlings. I’ll take you out for ice cream the next time I see you, alright?”

Just then his phone buzzes and Harry stares down at it for a second before saying out loud, “Screw you, Harriet!”

“What did she say?”

“Something about how you need to spray whipped cream on my face. Utter nonsense.”

“Actually,” Gil pipes up, a shit-eating grin on his face, “it’s common custom in the relationship tag that if the person gets a question wrong, then whipped cream gets sprayed on to a plate and then the plate is smashed on their face at the very end.”

“How the hell do you know this?” Harry demands as Uma laughs. “I like this game,” she says smugly.

“We don't have any whipped cream though,” Harry protests, looking desperate.

Gil reaches behind him and pulls out a can of whipped cream. “Actually . . .”

“You bitch,” Harry growls as Uma bursts out laughing.

“Language, baby, what kind of message will this send to the Internet?”

“That he's a backstabbing traitor,” Harry declares as Gil and Uma laugh at him. “Gil Charbonneau cancelled, Marya Rasputin is my new best friend.”

“You wish,” Uma retorts. “Gil, hand me the whipped cream.”

“Sweet Jesus,” Harry groans as Gil hands her the whipped cream and a paper plate and she gleefully makes three large mountains on the plate. “I can't get any of the other ones wrong now.”

She grins. “It's my turn, isn't it?”

“Yeah . . . LittleSeaWitch wants to know where our first date was?”

“The aquarium. You kept on making up weird backstories for all the animals, and we nearly had to leave because you kept on interrupting the tour guide and telling the little kids that the nurse sharks had clinical depression.”

Harry grins smugly at the memory. “That was a good day.”

“Can't take him anywhere,” Uma tells the camera. “HumaLives wants to know what my eye color is.” She averts her eyes from him and then covers them for extra measure.

“Brown,” Harry says instantly.

“How do you even know that?” Gil demands. “Most people get that wrong,”

Harry shrugs. “She has beautiful eyes.”

Uma is intensely grateful that no one can see her blush as Gil lets out a sappy 'Awww’ and Harry kisses her cheek.

“Next question,” she says quickly, before she can start giggling hysterically, like she always does when she's nervous or embarrassed.

“Atlantic_Melody asks, 'What is Harry's favorite book?’”

“Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. QueenAudreyTheFirst wants to know what movie makes me cry every single time,” she glances up from her phone. “None of them. I don't cry during movies.”

“Bullshit,” Harry says smugly, then does a terrible job of cupping his mouth and whispering, “The Book Thief.”

Uma jabs an elbow into his side and Harry laughs. “Come on darling, don't hate me because it's true,”

“Get out,” she tells him, but he and Gil just smirk at each other over the camera.

“Leader_of_Marching_Band_Nerds asks ‘What does Harry eat for breakfast?’”

“The souls of the innocent,” Uma deadpans. “No, this one doesn't eat breakfast.”

“All my life I was very deprived,” Harry starts rapping. “I ain't had a woman in years, my palms are too hairy to hide-”

“His sister dropped him on his head as a baby,” Uma tells the camera. “WarriorPrincessLonnie wants to know who the dominant one in our relationship is.”

“Oh, me, obviously,” Harry flexes and winks at the camera.

“Funny, that's not what you said last night,” Uma says without thinking, and then starts laughing at the look of utter disbelief and incredulity that Harry's giving her.

Meanwhile, Gil has dropped to the floor, laughing so hard that his face is turning red. “Yes, Uma, drag him,” he chokes out, before dissolving into laughter again.

“I cannot believe you just said that,” Harry says slowly, a smile starting to come over his face as well. “Do you realize what you’ve just unleashed?”

“I ain't afraid of no ghosts,” Uma quips. Her phone is blowing up with messages from her friends; Ashe, Sierra, and Marya are making dirty jokes and Claudine is begging them to stop.

“Plain-Jane-the-Queen wants to know what my shoe size is.”

Uma freezes. Shit. “Well, wizards and witches, that's all the time we have for today-”

“Now hold on just one damn second!” Harry protests as Gil cracks up again.

*****

Later on, after all of the whipped cream has been washed off, and they're curled together on the couch, Uma gently pokes Harry in the shoulder. “Hey.”

“What?” Harry mumbles sleepily into her hair, the sound reverberating through her chest. It's completely dark outside, and the moon is streaming through the windows of the trailer, leaving white light trailing on the carpet.

“I think I figured out the song,” she tells him, lacing their fingers together.

“Really?” His other hand is underneath her hoodie, lazily stroking her hip.

“It's going to be a rap song,” Uma says, and feels Harry shift to a more seated position to look her in the eye. “I was thinking we could collab on it?” She glances up at him. “Is that alright with you?”

Harry is giving her the most awestruck look she's ever seen, the same one he gives her every time she sings for him. “Of course, it's alright love,” he reassures, leaning in to kiss her. “I always want to collab with you.”

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To The international community, the ministry of health, and the citizens of Ghana world wide.

To The international community, the minstry of health, and the citizens of Ghana world wide.

Day 1. I arrived at Kotoka International Airport (KIA) from Windhoek Namibia, via Ethiopian Airlines.I took a covid 19 PCR test as required by the airline.My results came back negative. I was informed by the Namibian authorities I had to pay 50$ for a covid test at online before my flight to Ghana. I made an online payment and was giving a receipt with a barcode bearing my passport number. Departure was announced and my family and I boarded the plane. The plane sat for what seemed like Half a day before take off. Apparently whiles the plane was being refueled, the full tank was over filled and the petrol spilt all over the plane and the runway, where the plane was parked. Fire trucks were sent out immediately to wash the petrol off the plane and the runway. I had fallen asleep the moment I sat down. My sister told me the story in mid air. I could not believe my ears. Is this real life ? We are flying in a plane that can potentially catch fire in mid air? My mind burst 🙀. We took a 5 hour flight from Namibia to Ethiopia. My mother, my sister and her family were rushed out the plane to catch their connection flight to Canada. I had just a few hours in Ethiopia to transit to Ghana. I spent the night at the starlight hotel after paying for an upgrade, which almost cost me my life in my previous trip to Ethiopia. At arrival I filled out an online form at (KIA) and took the nose swab covid test with a nurse. I noticed the nurse stick a serial number paper to a small bottle which he used to collect my sample.I also notice my name was not on the bottle, just a serial number. About 30 mins later I was called to a small room in the arrival hall and told my covid test has come back positive. My world immediately got smaller. I have 24 - 48 hours to live, I started thinking what are the chances I will be alive by the end of the day? Everything become a blur. I was confused, shocked, sad and afraid for my life. Another woman was brought into the same room with me. She was very upset and loud.”I don’t believe your test” she argued with the Ghanian authorities. My test from Dubai is negative. I must test again she demanded. I am not going to die in Ghana. We were both told we had to wait for the bus to be full of people before they will let us leave to the hospital. We sat in this small room for what seemed to be forever. The authorities were waiting for other people to test positive to minimize their trips back and forth, I was told.Finally, the ambulance was ready to go. It was just the two of us. We were on our way to a hospital called Ga east to take a second test for confirmation. We were both traveling alone.We were rushed to the Ga east medical facility for a second test. after 3 mouth swabs and 2 nose samples for covid 19 a PCR and antigen test, I was informed that the results of the test in Ga east hospital will not be shared with me. I was told it was only to be used by the government of ghana for research. No paper work was done nether did I sign over my samples as proof of consent. After I had gone back and forth with them I was escorted back to the front of the hospital and given a chair to sir outside the hospital. The instructions was to wait for the ambulance to come back from the airport, and then take me to an isolation centre of my choice. The nurse in charged said I could not remain at Ga east , where she boasted had better accommodation including VIP rooms. My options were either Pantang hospital or Midindi hotel. I refused to be dropped off at Pantang hospital, and rather preferred to take a ride to cantonment which is closer to my god mother in cantonment Dr.Jennifer brown AryeaI arrived at Midindi hotel at night. I waited a few hours at the reception making phone calls to my family to give my sisters an update on my current health situation, since I had just received a positive covid test result. I spoke to the reception and asked him what my options were. He explained that he could give me a room and allow me to pay 450 Ghc for the first night. I asked him if I can pay with a debit card , and he said my only options were cash or Momo (mobile money). He gave me a cell phone number to send the money too. This number happened to be a direct phone number to the owner of the hotel Mr Francise chapman Ferguson Grant ( 0243418496) I sent him 450 Ghc . I was given a room that was barely clean and had used towels. The receptionist sent up clean towels and told me I would speak to a doctor the following day, who will be able to give me more information on how soon I can leave . I made a phone call to my Lawyer Mr Randal Obeng

Day 2. The next day on April 20th 2021, a doctor by the name of Dr Isaac Nortey told me I was to remain at the hotel under Quarantine for 7 days under his jurisdiction and adhere to protocol for covid 19 treatment. His soldiers from the ghana arm forces will be there to make sure I do not leave the hotel. Soldier name Mr Marfo (+2330540810694) I asked my auntie Dr Jennifer brown Aryee to call the doctor and ask him to release me so I can quarantine at home. After speaking to him she called me back and said she was assured that I was being detained and quarantined for my own benefit and good well being, for 7 days. Dr Jennifer brown Aryea was told by Dr Isaac Nortey it was not an option for me to quarantine in my apartment on my own or at Ga east hospital. My only 2 options were Pantang hospital or in Midindi hotel.

Day 3. I reached out to a Nigerian woman called Bernie who was taking from the airport to Pantaine government facility. She told me she had been given a test at the Pantang hospital and was waiting for her results .To my surprise she was going to be allowed to go back to her home in Nigeria in 4 days. Her number is +2348063775534 (Bernie) She left the next day

Day 4. I met Mr Boski from lagos who was staying at Midindi hotel with me, also under government quarantine. After the 5th day he decided to reach out to Leading covid test facility to book a private mobile test. His results came back negative.Dr Isaac Nortey and his nurse were extremely angry with him and the soldiers for allowing a private test to happen on the property of the hotel.The test was conducted in the gym . He asked for immediate release and was told his result were not under the jurisdiction of Dr Isaac Nortey and must remain in the hotel for the full term of 7 days as the protocol mandated. He had already been billed for the full 7 days upon arrival at the hotel.

Day 5. After making several complains to the Nigerian embassy and contacts in Lagos, Mr Boski was given another test by Dr. Isaac Nortey.This time a government test approved covid 19 test under his jurisdiction. Again he did not receive his results, the following morning as expected. He had a 7:45 flight to catch and was allowed to catch the flight back home, with the results he had paid the mobile test unit the day before. The same test results for which he was told was done by the wrong hospital, without his permission. The airline had no problem with the result and he was allowed to board his flight to lagos the following morning after missing all his business meetings with is partners, without staying the mandatory 7 days that was imposed on me and my colleagues Mr. Marfo (024-283-0423), Mr Boski (+2348023063154)

Day 6. We were all called into the gym by Dr Isaac Nortey who made fun of me by saying “you wished I set you free when your auntie (Dr Jennifer brown Aryea) called me eh. I snapped back at him and responded “ I don’t find anything funny about covid 19” He said I won’t joke with you then. At this point I had to pay a member of the hotel staff to clean my bed room and bring up fresh bed sheets as no one was getting room service at all. not in the morning, afternoon or evening. All the nurse did was blood pressure test and took temperatures at 6:00 am when we were fast asleep. It was to be assumed we all had the air born disease. I asked why I had not been given any vitamins and was told I did not show any symptoms for covid 19.

Day 7. On the last day I was giving my discharge papers without my test results. I left the hotel without paying the hotel bill which I had told Dr Isaac Nortey I could not afford.

Day 8. On April 27th late at night I received a text message on what’s app which read” Good evening sir, Please a follow up to check if you have settled your bills. I assumed it came from the hotel staff I had spoken to earlier in the day.

Day 9. On April 28th at 7:00 am I responded. Greeting, thank you for the follow up. As discussed yesterday, pls refer the bill to Dr Isaac Nortey. He assured both me and my auntie I will be taken care. Thanks again for the hospitality. This was at 7:03

At 7:10am my phone rang. It was a man who introduced him self as Dr Aseadu. who says he works for the ministry of health. He informed me that I had 3 options when I was taking to Ga east, and I choose cantonments. I told him I was not giving an option to receive accommodation at Ga east, which is close to my apartment in Madina. He then dismissed my complains and pleaded that I pay the hotel bill or I will be picked up by national security and embarrassed publicly in the national news paper. I called mr Marfo later in the evening to ask him if he has received his test results from Dr Isaac Nortey. He said I am so upset with him Gibril. He told me he received the results on an excel spread sheet with only serial numbers attached to the test results, and does not have time to look through and match the serial number to the individuals names. Let alone find the serial number to the specific person. Being that they process so many people, up to 80 in a day the probability of matching the serial number to the right individual is unlikely . So he needs time.

Day 10. I am writing this before I turn my self in to the national security so the international, national and humanitarian community can witness what has happened. It appears I was never Positive for covid 19 and I have been a victim of a huge scam that provides profits for the people and hospitality organizations involved. People with negative covid 19 results are being deceived and forced into quarantine by Doctors in ghana who work on the behalf of the government in order to cus mental trauma and panic to the individual. As a victim I can confidently say my mental state from the moment I was told I was positive for covid 19 was unusual. By letting me think I was positive, I allowed myself to become very sad and succumb under the authority and instruction of Dr Isaac Noitey. I considered writing my last will and testimony in order not to pass interstate. I remained in my hotel room for long hours and refused meetings in the gym area. I was refused treatment and room service cleaning. I was not giving one tablet or a vitamin c tablet for supplement which Dr Isaac Nortey had boxes on his table ever day he came to Midindi hotel. Every morning a nurse was sent to bang on my door to check my bloop pressure. After 4 days I realized my temperature was stable at 36, And my blood pressure 120/80 was also stable, which the nurse confirmed was normal. I began to question the validity of my quarantine and the Kotoka hospital test result.

I have been promised a hotel bill of 3000 Ghc for 7 days. I paid for the first night thinking I would be allowed to take a second covid test and prove that I was covid negative , which was the outcome of my PCR tests before I left Ethiopia just 5 hours before I arrived into Ghana. Unpun arriving in Ghana I had to pay for a second covid test which out 50$ for E.c.o.w.a.s members. After the covid antigens result showed positive, I was rushed in an ambulance to a hospital called Ga east, and since then after another government assisted test I have not received any results from the doctors that work on behalf of the government. The unprofessional manner of this behavior is unacceptable. To the human being who is witnessing the mass death number in nations that are under severe covid attack, this is very saddening and makes me embarrassed to be Ghanian.

We should not allow the profit gains that can be derived by falsifying covid test result to continue by our fellow Ghanian. If an airplane company and other governments allow for people to board planes with negative results, why inflict an addition cost onto the economic conditions on tourist and fellow Ghanian who want to come to ghana with a sound mind. After all have they not received affirmation of being negative before departing their origination to Ghana. If ghana is to become the gate way to Africa and the destination for the year of return why is our airport imposing difficult measure on people who are coming into ghana with a positive mental state and a positive covid test result?

I hope I do not find myself sitting in a Ghanaian prison by national security after spending 17 years of my life in America, attending the best university pursuing my economic degree so I could one day return to make this country a great example for other African nations and nations around the world to look up to.

To Dr Asiedu of the ghana ministry of heath. This afternoon I have decided to go and pay for a Covid 19 PCR test at East Legon. The hospital is called Leading Medical Laboratory, Accra - Ghana. I hope you all have good wishes for me and my family and the results come out negative. I will be happy to send you a copy of my test result . To the management of the Mindidi hotel, help me justify the bill for which we have all played a role in to some extent as a result of lack of information, misinformation, corruption, mental frustration lead me into the hotel and further more into this embarrassing and ugly situation.

Day 11. April 29th 2021.My covid test came back Negative. Allahu Akbar. Thank you. By Gibril Adedayo Hassan Mansaray

NB. Nobody will see this about his or her country and not be concerned. This is complete fraud vividly described. It's so heartbreaking.

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inter-galaxy · 6 years

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coming at you with some namgi fluff! something happy! can you imagine?

huuuuuge thanks to @namgii for okaying this fic and being a good friend ily ♥

Summary: Yoongi wants to send Seokjin a text, but he goes and fucks up the number. But, you know, that's okay, because that one text starts something great, amazing, extraordinary.

you can also find it on ao3

To: Unknown

Time: Monday, Feb 12 • 03:51

hey jin i know you’re probably asleep but i just remembered the thing you asked me the other day and the answer is bananas and i really need you to know. k tnx for coming to my ted talk

To: Unknown

Time: Monday, Feb 12 • 14:26

Oh shit, I’m sorry about this! I thought I was texting my buddy but turns out I put in the wrong number? Last time I try texting without opening the contact because I’m sure I know the number by now, haha. Thanks for being chill about it!

To: Not-Jin Namjoon

Time: Friday, Feb 16 • 04:42

do you know how weird you are for continuing to talk to a stranger that accidentally texted you at four am? incredibly weird.

To: Not-Jin Namjoon

Time: Friday, Feb 16 • 04:57

uh, fuck you?? you can’t judge me for being awake when you are also awake that’s not how this works, i’m the judge in this relationship

To: Not-Jin Namjoon

Time: Friday, Feb 16 • 05:53

and, anyways, that’s how i got to be literally the best person in the world? or best roommate at the very least! honestly, he’s lucky to have me!

but you have to tell me what happened with the fountain??? you can’t just keep teasing me about it and then not telling me!

To: Namjoon

Time: Wednesday, Feb 28 • 23:38

hey, just wanted to say that i had a really nice time today? never would have guessed that texting the wrong number would lead to the best free dinner of my life, but here we are!

To: Namjoon

Time: Wednesday, Feb 28 • 23:45

on a more serious note, i’m glad you kept talking to me weirdo, always nice to have more friends

To: THIS ONE IS JIN

Time: Tuesday, Mar 6 • 02:37

jin, jin i’m having a crisis what do i do he’s just so cute and funny and pretty and he laughs at my stupid jokes i don’t know what to do

To: Traitor Jin

Time: Tuesday, Mar 6 • 04:29

i want you to be aware that this conversation has been useless and has not helped me with my crisis at all and also you are a horrible friend

To: My Favorite Friend Jin

Time: Wednesday, Mar 7 • 19:30

you know what i said yesterday about you being horrible? i take it back, you’re the best person in the entire world and i would be dead and rotting in a hole somewhere without you and i just need you to know this because i love you very much you’re amazing and handsome and hoseok is incredibly lucky to have you and i’m lucky to have you as a roommate you’re the best

in short thanks for hooking me up with a date idk how you did it

To: Joon

Time: Thursday, Mar 8 • 00:57

i had a really nice time tonight, i’m glad we went on this date. next time though, maybe we shouldn’t try to rob a store? even if it’s on accident??? how do you even do that??? it’s adorable???

To: Joon

Time: Friday, Mar 23 • 05:37

Namjoon, please just stop ignoring me? I get that I fucked up but I want us to talk and get over this and not just continue fighting and ignoring each other. Please. Look, I’m even using proper spelling and everything! Okay, a misplaced joke, maybe, but I just really miss you. Please.

To: Namjoon

Time: Monday, Mar 26 • 17:53

How about next time we fight you don’t force me to come to your workplace and confront you? Needing time to process things is one thing, but ignoring me for such a long time is unacceptable. I don’t want to keep having this fight so please just talk to me next time.

To: Namjoon

Time: Tuesday, Mar 27 • 01:48

Of course I’m mad? You ignored me like I wasn’t important at all, how did you expect me to react? Welcome you back with open arms? Fuck no. I really like you, and I want this to work out, but you can’t be a child about it.

To: Joon

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 14:33

are you still coming today? jin’s got all the snacks ready and we bought drinks and hoseok’s bringing the movie, so you don’t have to worry about anything you just gotta show up on time. see you soon!

To: Joon

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 17:23

joon? are you on your way? we’re all here and waiting for you.

To: Joon

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 17:46

namjoon? it’s not like you to be this late, and to not answer me? i thought we were doing better. are you okay? i hope you’re safe.

To: Jin

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 19:25

i just got to the hospital. they’re not letting me see him yet but a nurse told me that he is stable for now. i’ll keep you updated. please forward to the other guys.

To: Jin

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 19:59

they just let me in to see him. he’s still unconscious but he’s fully stable now. they’re saying that they don’t expect any permanent damage. his left arm got broken, and he looks pretty beat up, but he’s mostly alright. they say it’s lucky that the car hit the passenger side, as otherwise the damage would be much bigger. i’m going to stay here until they kick me out, i’ll keep you updated.

To: Jin

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 21:30

they’re saying i have to leave in half an hour. can you come pick me up? he’s still asleep, but he hasn’t gotten worse so i’m thankful.

To: Hoseok

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 08:37

jin’s gone to work already so i was hoping you could give me a ride to the hospital? i can take a bus if you’re busy, don’t stress.

To: Hoseok

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 09:27

thanks for the ride, i owe you one

To: Jin

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 13:28

you don’t have to come for lunch, i know you usually spend it with hoseok. i’ll eat something in the cafeteria, i promise so please don’t worry. he hasn’t woken up yet.

To: Jin

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 16:22

thanks for coming over, even if it was just a little bit. i’m freaking out a little, but they say he’ll be okay so i just have to trust their judgment. i’ll update you if anything happens.

To: Jin

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 19:43

he woke up! i’m so relieved. he wasn’t awake for long, and complained about being in pain and that it wasn’t fair that his boyfriend was as pretty as an angel because he couldn’t tell whether he was in heaven or not. he passed out again when they upped his morphine, but they say it’s good that he woke up.

To: Jin

Time: Wednesday, Apr 18 • 12:55

he’s doing much better, already complaining about the hospital food. they say he has to stay for a while longer but that he will need help for the first few days he’s out, so i’ll stay at his. we spent all morning talking. i’m happy he’s okay.

To: Joon

Time: Monday, May 7 • 22:37

hey, i’m running a little late because no shop in town has the soda you like. i expect great payment for the trouble i am going through just to get you this soda. i want you to know that i have suffered greatly for it.

To: Joon

Time: Wednesday, May 9 • 03:22

uhhh,,,, no need to be rude?? i give you my life and this is how you repay me? by judging my music taste??? i’ll have you know i graduated top of my class bitch

To: Jin

Time: Friday, May 25 • 04:37

is it too early to tell him i love him? because i think i love him. i’m like pretty sure i love him. i don’t think i’ve ever loved anyone as much as i love him. help.

To: No Help Jin

Time: Friday, May 25 • 04:43

okay but i have no actual idea if i should tell him or text it to him because you know talking over text is usually easier and i get to formulate what i want to say and i get to think about how to say it but then that might seem impersonal and i don’t want him to think i’m an asshole but who knows when i’ll see him next because exams are coming up and i want it to be perfect and i don’t know jin i’m so stressed aaaaAAAAAAAAAA

To: Jin Will Scream At Me

Time: Friday, May 25 • 05:21

you can tell me i’m insane tomorrow and i’ll agree haaaaaa i just told him that i think i’m in love with him and then hid in the bathroom for like twenty minutes but he hasn’t replied because he’s asleep because of course he’s asleep but i’ve slept like four hours in the past two??? three??? days??? help

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 16:22

now you listen here you little shit just because i’m in love with you that does not mean i won’t kick your ass because you dare disrespect the god the hero the king kanye west himself fuck off

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 16:34

oh no you do not get out of this by calling me babe and telling me you love me i am never forgetting this sin i will never let you live this down

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 19:02

uuuuh??? that’s rude wtf??? i’m the nicest person in the world like i’m a fucking delight lmao

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 19:55

not all men you’re absolutely right my main man midoriya izuku would never do this he is a good boi

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 21:00

ohhhh my good namjoon that is not how it works like even remotely??? how??? how do you manage to be so this way????

like no shade but also full shade how do you manage to break a remote???

To: Joonie

Time: Thursday, Jul 19 • 00:22

it’s not even that late it’s only midnight we’ve both gone to sleep at a much later time tho and i really need to talk about this because it’s make me restless and i don’t wanna spend the entire night twisting and turning so if you could stay up with me for a while that would be really nice because i really need it

To: Joonie

Time: Thursday, Jul 19 • 00:27

thank you. okay, so, i just really need to get this off my chest because it’s slowly starting to suffocate me and i don’t want to keep all of that inside anymore because i want to get better and i want to talk to people about these things and i trust you and i love you and so i want to share this with you. okay. so you know how i get really stressed when exams roll around because i just wanna do well and i’m scared, terrified of failing, and then sometimes i just start feeling like something is constantly sitting on my chest and it’s hard to breathe and sometimes i even forget to breathe and tbh if i didn’t live with jin i’m not sure i would always eat during these times or even sleep. and talking to you helps, it definitely helps because i feel like i can breathe a little easier because i know you understand me even when i don’t talk about it. but i want to talk about it. and right now i wanna ask that you ask about this stuff. it’s hard but i wanna talk about it. and if you want to then i wanna listen to it as well. i love you, and i want this to be something that we can talk about.

To: Joonie

Time: Thursday, Jul 19 • 00:58

i don’t feel like that at all. you’re just trying to make me feel better, i really appreciate that. i always find it cute when you ramble like that, you know? don’t be worried about talking to me, we can only understand each other if we communicate. i’m really happy we’re talking about this. thank you.

To: Jin

Time: Monday, Jul 30 • 08:22

i’m leaving now i’ll be at hoseok’s in like twenty minutes if you two aren’t ready i’m stealing your car and going to watch joon alone and i’ll talk shit about you the whole time

To: Joonie

Time: Monday, Jul 30 • 08:44

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! good luck!!!!!!! we’re all in the stands we’ll be rooting for you and screaming your name. well. maybe not. it’s a poetry thing not a concert so maybe no screaming but at least loud clapping!

To: Joonie

Time: Monday, Jul 30 • 9:59

uuuuuuuuuuuuh??????????? that was amazing?????????? my boyfriend kim namjoon the love of my life is literally the best poet in the world wow

To: Jin

Time: Wednesday, Aug 15 • 12:04

yo man you left your one box of old photos here and i couldn’t resist so i opened it and took pictures before sealing it perfectly again but can you come pick it up because i’m about to hand the keys back because i’m done with my stuff and this box is just here and waiting for you and who knows what else i will do with it if you don’t come quick.

just please hurry i wanna go to my new apartment with my boyfriend and not sit in this empty place.

To: Jin

Time: Friday, Aug 17 • 22:22

i take offense to the fact that you think that i cannot cook. just because i choose not to cook, that does not mean that i do not know how to do this. we’re having a cookoff. i will not stand for this hearsay.

To: Joonie

Time: Sunday, Aug 26 • 19:31

don’t listen to jin i was the one who won the cookoff because i am the best and i have brought the food back home so we’ll have the rest together when you come back please hurry i am a whole hunger

To: Jin

Time: Sunday, Sep 23 • 04:29

i know it was kinda rough sometimes with him, and sometimes it still gets like that, but we’re good, you know? we’re good for each other and we get a little better every day and i love him more than i’ve ever thought possible and, you know, i think we’ll be okay. we’ll be okay. definitely.

#bangtanwriters-net #namgi #sugamon #fluff #namjoon #yoongi #angst #background jin/hobi #soft #text fic #texting #aj writes #texts are all sent from yoongis phone

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zoemurph · 6 years

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to have a friend, chapter 9: $202

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

that noise you hear? its me. screaming. college is horrific and im super screwed please write this essay on the decameron for me

im ALMOST done with nano!! (as you can tell from the wordcount) there might not be a chapter update by the end of the month but i will hit my goal! wow magic. little bit of a shorter chapter this time cause uhhhh ive never claimed to be good at this

shoutout to my lovely friends for all their contributions to this fic. particularly thank you to cam for the amazing project name

warnings: anxiety, hints of bad eating habits

enjoy!

Evan pulls off his scarf and hangs it in his locker.

It’s finally snowed.

It snowed a few times before, October is notorious for it’s random snowstorms, but this is the first time this year it’s stuck. It started snowing Sunday morning and almost an inch gathered by mid afternoon. It was pretty light and uneventful, but Evan still made a point to send a picture of a snow dusted tree to Connor. Connor had replied ‘aesthetic’ and sent a picture of a plant Cynthia put in the living room that was mostly just dying.

Evan hangs up his coat and shoves the mittens in the sleeves. November is ending and only now does he really need to wear a coat to school. And take the bus. It’s hell.

“So this is why you have a locker,” Connor says.

“You have a locker too,” Evan reminds him.

Connor laughs. “No I fucking don’t, not if I can’t tell you which one it is.”

Evan shakes his head. “You’re just lazy.”

“Yes.”

“But if you ever need to hang up a coat you’re welcome to use mine.”

Connor tilts his head. “Ev, what makes you think I’m weak enough to wear a winter coat?”

Evan stares at him. “The fact that tomorrow it’s supposed to be like six degrees out?”

“We die like men,” Connor says simply. He pulls Evan’s spanish textbook out of the locker and hands it to him.

“You die,” Evan says pointedly. “And your hands are freezing.” Evan stuffs the textbook into his bag and zips it shut. “Do you own gloves?”

“Cool fingerless gloves because it fits the aesthetic,” Connor says, wiggling his fingers.

Evan closes the locker. “You’re the worst.”

Connor bumps their shoulders together. “Come on, Ev, admit they’re cool.”

Evan shakes his head. “They really aren’t.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Connor says as he opens the door to the stairwell.

“Do you think I lie to you?” Evan asks, stopping to look Connor in the eye.

Connor stares at him.

Evan holds his breath. He doesn’t lie to Connor. Nothing he does is a lie. The question is will Connor figure that out. And if he does, will he hate him for it.

Connor rolls his eyes. “You just haven’t seen them yet. They’re cool.”

“Whatever you say,” Evan mutters. He starts down the stairs. “Has Jared started yet?”

“Started what?”

Evan opens the door at the bottom of the stairwell and holds it for Connor. “He has your phone number right?”

Connor frowns. “Yeah? Is something horrible about to happen?”

“What’s your definition of horrible?”

“Evan.”

“What?” Evan stops walking. “Don’t you go down?” He nods to the stairs.

Connor shrugs. “Yeah, but I can go the long way with you. What is Jared going to do?”

“Thanksgiving is Thursday,” Evan says slowly.

“Thank god. I don’t know how we’re getting through Wednesday but I’m fucking dying.”

“We have a half day, Connor.” Evan steps closer to him to squeeze past a group of students crowded around a locker.

“Who cares.” Connor looks down at him. “Anyway, what shit is Kleinman up to? And what does Thanksgiving have to do with it?”

“What happens after Thanksgiving?” Evan asks.

“People try to kill each other over jeans?” Connor suggests.

Evan snorts. “I-I mean, yeah, but it’s Christmas—”

“Jared is Jewish,” Connor interrupts. “I’m also Jewish. You’re Jewish.”

Evan glances up at him. “I know. He has this playlist of Christmas songs that he blasts in his car. I don’t know why. But he also has a playlist of Jewish parodies.”

“I’m sorry what?”

Evan sighs. “There’s one that’s called Shalom and he sang it for like a week. Basically, December is Jared’s favorite time of year because he can be an asshole under the guise of being ‘festive’.”

Connor groans. “Please don’t say he’s going to send me links to all these videos.”

“He will. I’m warning you.” Evan pauses. “Uh, this is my stop.” He motions to the classroom to their right.

Connor nods. “Cool. I’ll see you later, I have to go block Jared’s number.”

Evan smiles as Connor walks away and takes a deep breath before he goes into the classroom and sits down.

His pocket is light.

It’s Monday. Connor didn’t pay him today.

Evan rests his chin in his hand and hides his smile.

Maybe Connor just forgot. But it feels nice. Like this is real.

That’s what Evan wants.

—«·»—

“I’ve been talking to Baz,” Alana says, flipping through her notebook as she walks. Evan nods. “I think she might be a good advisor for the club? Students typically feel relatively comfortable talking to her and I know she’s discussed mental health at the beginning of the year before.”

Evan tightens one of the straps of his backpack. “Okay. I, um, we need a name before we talk to her?”

Alana shakes her head. “I think we can just discuss the idea with her, even if we don’t have all the details solidified yet. If she’s against the idea, regardless of the current state of the details, we have to find a new advisor.”

“Oh.” Evan steps away from Alana to let someone pass between them. “Do you… Like… Does it ever feel…not worth it?”

Alana furrows her eyebrows but doesn’t look over to him. “What do you mean?”

“You won’t even be around for the club, n-not really?” Evan shrugs. “It’s…a lot of work for something you won’t be around to see, I guess.”

“Well…” She slows her steps. “I mean, hopefully it’ll start next semester, and if not we can always say we took the step to start a discussion of mental health in the school but…it could help other people?”

Evan’s ears burned. “I didn’t mean—”

“I know you didn’t,” Alana says. “I’ve wondered it myself. There’s no glory in getting the details perfect if you aren’t there to run it, but if we help other people, I think it’s worth it in the end.”

Evan walks up to his locker and puts in the combination. “Y-you’re right, sorry I just— sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s valid to think about.” Alana taps her nails against her notebook. “Now if only we could come up with a name…”

“A name for what?” Connor asks.

Evan looks up at him in surprise. “Isn’t your next class on the other side of the school?”

Connor shrugs. “Who gives a shit?”

“A name for our club,” Alana says, fixing her glasses. “It has a focus on mental health and starting a conversation about it in our school.”

“This club,” Connor says. He tugs on the strap of his bag. “What are you working with for names?”

Evan and Alana exchange a glance.

“Nothing,” Alana says after a moment. “I was thinking maybe we could have the word ‘project’ in the name, but I haven’t come up with anything that’s stuck. Do you have any suggestions?”

“The Fuck Project,” Connor deadpans.

Evan covers his eyes with a hand.

“We are not calling it the Fuck Project,” Alana says.

“It’ll get people’s attention,” Connor points out.

“Not in a good way,” Evan mutters. He drags his hand down his face and looks at Connor, who’s grinning at him.

“We do need to get this approved by the principal,” Alana adds. “And that name will give people the wrong idea, that is absolutely not what this club is about.”

Connor shrugs a shoulder. “Temporary name, congrats, I helped out.”

“Not really.”

The warning bell rings and Alana glances over her shoulder.

“I should go,” she says, “but I’ll text you about Baz?”

Evan nods. “Y-yeah that’s— okay yeah. I’ll see you later?”

Alana smiles and hurries down the hall.

Connor watches her leave. “Baz?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, yeah.” Evan grabs the books he needs and closes the locker with his foot. “We need an advisor and Lana thinks Baz might be willing to help? Have you had her?”

Connor shakes his head. “Baz teaches the CP kids, usually. I’ve been, uh, honors.”

Evan blinks. “Oh yeah, I forgot college prep was a thing. She taught regular english sophomore year.”

“You had her?” Connor asks.

“Uh…kind of?”

Connor furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Bad semester,” Evan mutters. “I, uh… There weren’t a lot of classes I…went to?”

Connor nods. “Got it.”

“Don’t you have class?” Evan asks quickly. His head is starting to spin.

“Yeah, I just.” Connor steps closer and Evan’s heart skips a few beats. “I’m sorry I forgot this earlier.” He presses a bill into Evan’s hand.

Evan closes his eyes.

Right.

Right. Right, of course. Connor just forgot. He didn’t mean anything by it. He’s sticking to the agreement.

Evan feels sick.

He crumples the bill up in his fist. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he mumbles.

“It won’t happen again,” Connor promises.

Evan’s hand feels like it’s on fire.

—«·»—

Jared tosses his bag onto the couch and disappears into the kitchen. “Have you gotten any better about keeping food in your house?” he shouts.

Evan rolls his eyes. “Why do I need t-to buy food when you do it for me?”

Jared leans out of the doorway. “Fuck off, man, you never buy the chips I like.”

“Exactly.”

Jared glares at Evan and ducks back into the kitchen. “Hungry?”

“Not really.” Evan reaches into his pocket and grabs the ten dollar bill Connor handed to him earlier. “Meet me up in my room?”

“Sure, stealing this chocolate, B-T-dubs.”

“I can’t stop you,” Evan mutters. “Bring up your bag! Don’t leave it on the couch!”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

Evan leaves Jared to pull apart the kitchen and heads up to his room. He leaves his backpack on his bed and pulls open his closet, pushing aside sweatshirts to get to a shoebox he’s buried. He pulls the ten out of his pocket and stares at it for a moment before he takes the top off the shoebox and puts it inside. Then he covers it back up with his sweatshirts and closes his closet door.

Now he can pretend it doesn’t exist.

When Jared kicks open the bedroom door with popcorn in one hand and chocolate in the other, Evan is sitting on his bed with his laptop open.

“Wow, lame,” Jared says. Evan glances up at him. “I’m kidding,” Jared says quickly. “That’s exactly what I did yesterday.” He drops down into Evan’s desk chair. “How’d you spend your weekend?”

Evan shrugs. “Same. S-some homework and uh…spent Friday with Connor.”

Jared opens his bag of popcorn. “I’ve been fucking dying to know, what have you spent all that money on? Murphy has to have given you a shit ton at this point.”

Evan stares at his laptop screen, rubbing his hands on his pants. “N-nothing yet it just…it feels weird.” He can feel Jared’s eyes on him and feels a panic build in his chest. “It feels weird! It’s just— it’s in a box in my closet.”

“Sweet.” Jared stands up.

“Jared!”

“Okay, okay, yeah, that was kind of dicky.” Jared falls back down into the chair. “I wasn’t going to take it, I was joking. Your money dude, you earned it with your weird uh…situation.” Evan makes a face. “Don’t fucking do that with your face, you know this is weird.”

“Shut up,” Evan mutters. He could go into a coma right now and that would be fine.

“We can start a list of things you could buy with it.” Jared throws a piece of popcorn into the air and tries to catch it in his mouth. It bounces off his right lense and lands on the floor. “I’ll get that later. Anyway. List.”

Evan glances to his closet.

“One, not shitty sneakers. Two, shirts that aren’t polos. Three, so much candy. Four, a video game. Five, multiple video games even, I don’t know how much money you have. Six, something nice for your mom cause you’re a real momma’s boy. Seven, a fuck ton of yugioh cards—”

“Yugioh cards?” Evan interrupts.

“Yes.” Jared throws a piece of popcorn at Evan. “Let me finish.”

Evan shakes his head. “I think I get it.” He closes his laptop and swings his legs over the side of the bed. “You don’t want the money sitting in my closet.”

“No shit.” Jared tosses Evan the chocolate bar. “You can have half. But yeah, you’ve got money, dude, it’s not gonna fucking collect interest if it’s in the back of your closet or anything. You’re spending all this time doing this bullshit job, why not actually use what you get paid?”

Evan opens the chocolate bar and breaks it in half before handing the half in the packaging back to Jared. “I-I already told you. It feels…weird. I don’t know.”

“You know,” Jared says as he takes the chocolate, “this is kind of a sugar daddy situation.”

Evan immediately goes red. “Oh my god.”

“Minus the sex stuff,” Jared says casually. “And the age difference, cause I don’t think Murphy is that much older you, is he?”

Evan is ready to melt into the ground. Or die. Or both. Both would be perferrable. “Jared, please—”

“Sugar buddy,” Jared says, snapping his fingers. “Connor is your sugar buddy.”

“This is the worst.”

Jared takes a bite of chocolate. “Do you have a better name for this?”

Friendship? Evan wants to just call it friendship. That’s totally not the case but—

“We can call it platonic prostitution if you want.”

“If you say that again I am kicking you out of my house.”

Jared holds up his hands in surrender. “Valid. That is totally valid.”

Evan starts breaking up his half the chocolate bar into smaller pieces. “I just… I don’t know. It’s weird. It’s a weird situation. But let’s not call it…that.”

“Yeah,” Jared agrees. “Fucking weirdass… Kind of regret helping out with it, honestly. It feels like a trainwreck I can’t look away from.”

“Really comforting there, Jared,” Evan mutters.

Jared spins in the desk chair. “I’m just saying, what started out as a funny ha ha losers thing has gotten decidedly less funny.”

Evan furrows his eyebrows. “What was this funny?”

“Dude, come on, at least the first week was fucking hilarious,” Jared says with a crooked smile. It seems forced, but it’s still there.

Evan grimaces. “It wasn’t.”

Jared loses the smile. “Okay. It wasn’t funny, my bad.”

Evan makes a strangled sound. “Do you talk to Connor?” Some of the chocolate is starting to melt. He pops a piece of it into his mouth.

Jared snorts. “Hell no. We coexist, are you really going to ask more of us?”

“No,” Evan admits. “But if I tell you something, you won’t tell him?”

Jared gives him a weird look. “Tell him?”

Evan stares at him with wide eyes. “You’re already judging me!”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are!”

Jared throws his hands in the air. “I don’t even know what I would be judging you for!”

“I want Connor to stop paying me.”

Jared stares at Evan.

Evan’s hands start to sweat and his heart races. He looks down at the chocolate in the palm of his hand and eats it before it can melt any more. He wipes his hands on his pants. Then he wipes them again.

“Yeah, no shit,” Jared says once the silence is too long and too awkward and too uncomfortable.

Evan groans and collapses on the bed. “I just—”

“Want to be friends?” Jared offers.

“Um…yes, but also—”

Jared sits up straighter. “You didn’t.”

Evan pulls on his fingers. “I…what?”

“You’re in love with him!” Jared shouts.

“No!” Evan almost falls off the bed as he scrambles to his feet. “No, I don’t—”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! It’s just— it’s just a crush oh my god, Jared.”

Jared raises his eyebrows. “You said crush.”

Evan’s face gets hot. “Uh, yeah I— it-it’s not… I mean… I don’t think… It’s not like a big…deal? Or anything?”

Jared stares at him. “Evan, it’s a big deal.”

Evan laughs awkwardly. “W-we don’t have to make it one.”

Jared squints. “Okay… I still have to kick your ass in Mario Kart. You ready?”

Evan takes a breath. “You’ve never been able to beat me, Jare. Especially since you keep choosing Rainbow Road.”

Jared jumps out of his seat. “Hell yeah I do, I’m going to mop the floor with your blood.”

Evan smiles. “Okay. If you say so.”

—«·»—

Jared loses. He swears aggressively as he reaches for his wallet to buy dinner.

“I hate you,” he hisses as he shoves a box of mozzarella sticks at Evan.

“Thanks,” Evan says. “Let me know when you want a rematch.”

Jared flips him off and grabs his sandwich off the table.

—«·»—

Heidi comes home as Jared is getting ready to leave. “Jared!” she says in surprise as she puts her bag down on the kitchen table. “I had no idea you were coming over.”

Evan and Jared look up from the television.

“Hey, Heidi, just wanted to steal your TV.” Jared tosses his Wii controller onto the couch.

“Your bag is still in my room,” Evan reminds him.

Jared shoots a fingergun at him. “Thanks.”

“Don’t leave on my account,” Heidi says, pulling her hair out of its ponytail.

“Nah, I have homework,” Jared says. “The moms want me home soon anyway.” He checks his phone and makes a face. “Yeah I should go, but thanks for letting me invade your house.”

“Anytime, Jared,” she says.

Jared grabs his bag from Evan’s room and bumps his shoulder against Evan’s as he goes to leave, wiggling his eyebrows.

Evan rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” he whispers.

Jared mimes zipping his lips. “See you tomorrow in hell.”

When Jared is gone, Evan finds his mom doing the dishes in the kitchen. “Can I help?” he asks.

She holds out a pot. “Dry and put away?”

Evan nods and takes it from her.

“It’s nice that you’re hanging out with Jared again,” Heidi muses. She washes a cup and sets it aside for Evan.

“Hm?” Evan dries off the pot and puts it in the cabinet next to the oven.

“You and Jared. You haven’t really spent a lot of time with him lately.”

“Oh.” Evan grabs the cup. “He’s been over. We…hang out and stuff.”

“That’s great.” She smiles at him. “It’s good that you have a friend.”

“Friends,” Evan corrects quickly, feeling guilt twist his stomach. He should be better at this. This friend thing. He should be making more progress than he has.

Heidi looks at him in surprise. “You’ve never mentioned anyone else before.”

“Uh, yeah.” Evan keeps his eyes on the dishes he’s drying. “Connor.” He says it and then tries not to think about it. “And um…Alana?”

“Oh!” Heidi puts down the dish soap. “Well that’s great! We should try to have dinner with them sometimes.”

Evan ducks his head. “Mom.”

“I want to meet your friends!”

“I— uh…okay, I’ll um, ask them about it.” Evan decides he should never speak again. He keeps digging his holes deeper and deeper.

Evan talks with Connor by his locker. He walks with Connor in the halls. He smiles and laughs and pretends his chest isn’t constricting.

Connor looks at him and sometimes it feels real.

The ten isn’t in Evan’s pocket anymore, but Evan can still feel it’s presence.

They sit together at lunch and Connor pokes at Evan’s jello with a straw and Evan tries to keep his heartrate under control. Connor rambles on about something that happened in AP Lit — which is apparently the only class he pays attention to in any way — and Evan mostly just nods. Connor keeps looking at him and he kind of feels like dying.

Evan feels like he’s dying and then Connor smiles at him and better and it’s worse and Evan hates every part of his existence.

Connor bumps his shoulder against Evan’s and the butterflies in Evan’s stomach fluttered.

—«·»—

Evan sits at his desk and does homework. He hates it but it gives him something to do. His phone buzzes from where it’s plugged in next to his bed. Evan glances at his Spanish textbook. He gets up and checks his messages.

From: Connor To: Evan can i call?

Evan’s throat immediately feels like it’s closing him. There’s an anchor wrapped around him and it’s dragging him down. Down down down—

He tries to type out a response but his hands are shaking.

Another message pops up on the screen.

From: Connor To: Evan fuck its not bad shit i just realized how that sounds im home alone and larry just got back and i dont want to talk to him if im on the phone hell probably leave me alone

Evan takes a deep breathe and presses his palms against his eyes. It’s fine. It really is fine.

He replies as fast as he can, but it still takes him a minute to calm down.

From: Evan To: Connor YEah fo course sorry for takin g so long to rpely

Connor’s response is almost immediate.

From: Connor To: Evan you didnt take long at all ev youre fine sorry if i scared you gonna call now

Evan stares at the screen of his phone. As soon as ‘Incoming call from Connor’ pops up, he hits answer.

“Hello?” Evan sits down on the edge of his bed and grips the blankets.

“Hey,” Connor says. He sounds kind of tired. “Sorry if I freaked you out, didn’t think before I sent that.”

“It’s fine,” Evan promises. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. A moment of panic. They can move on. “W-what do you want to, um, to talk about?”

“Don’t really know,” Connor admits. “Nice to talk to you, you sound different over the phone.”

Evan smiles. “So do you.” Connor’s voice sounds a bit deeper. Maybe rougher. “Someone thought I was a dad once when I had to call to cancel an appointment.”

“What?” There’s laughter in Connor’s voice and it makes Evan’s head spin. “How the fuck?”

“I don’t know. I-I just— I was trying to cancel and they were like ‘the patient’ and I was confused but was too scared to ask and then they asked my relation to the patient and were like ‘are you his father?’ and I was just kind of like… Well no, I’m the patient.”

Connor snorts. “Amazing. I’m proud of you for cancelling your son’s appointment.”

Evan leans back on his hands. “N-no they— we sorted it out. I almost threw up afterward but uh…probably could’ve gone worse.”

“Phone calls aren’t your thing, huh?” Connor asks. “Sorry for making you do this. If it’s easier for you we can stop.”

Evan shakes his head and then realizes that Connor can’t see him. “No it’s fine. Really, it’s okay with you. It’s nice.” Whoops that was more than he was supposed to share.

“Okay, if you’re sure. Let me know if you want to hang up.”

“Of course,” Evan murmurs. “Uh… I asked you this like…three hours ago, but how was your day?”

“Pretty shit,” Connor admits. “Right now I’m uh….eating grapes.”

“Well that’s good. You didn’t eat lunch.”

“I never eat lunch.”

Evan hums. “Okay, that’s true.”

“What about you?” Connor asks. “Have you eaten anything today other than shitty cafeteria food?”

“Uh…no,” Evan says slowly. “I’m not super hungry.”

“Get a drink or something for me.”

Evan smiles. “Are you trying to parent me?”

“Fuck, Zoe’s rubbing off on me, isn’t she? How the fuck?” Evan imagines Connor dragging his hand through his hair.

“Her and your mom,” Evan points out. “They aren’t that similar, you know.”

There’s a slight pause. “I guess you’re right. I don’t notice that shit. Zoe’s just…Zoe. I don’t know.”

“Outsider’s perspective,” Evan suggests. “I also don’t live with them, so I might be wrong.”

“Huh.” There’s a pause. “Okay but hydration.”

“I’m going,” Evan promises. He stands up from his bed and heads down the stairs. “Are you staying hydrated?”

Connor clears his throat. “Uh…” Evan smiles as he hears Connor’s bed squeak as Connor stands up. “Yeah of course.”

“You’re going to get a drink, aren’t you?” Evan asks. He walks into the kitchen and pulls a cup from the cupboard.

“No,” Connor says quickly. “Definitely not.”

“Okay.” Evan fills the cup with water and takes a sip. “So uh…sports?”

Something on Connor’s end shuts. “I’m gay.”

Evan rolls his eyes. “Okay. Then you choose the conversation starter.”

“Okay. Did you know that eggplants are fruits?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck there goes my fun fact.”

Evan laughs. “I’m sure you can think of something else.”

“Don’t have faith in me, Ev, it’ll end badly. But give me a second.” Evan drinks his water as Connor thinks. “Okay. Want to hear lots of random shit about Ancient Egypt? Zoe and I had a phase.”

Evan sits down in a kitchen chair. “You know I do.”

“Well get comfortable, because this is going to be a while.”

#evan hansen #connor murphy #deh #convan #tree bros #my fics #to have a friend #death level: 100000

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pcvkaplowitz-blog · 6 years

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Protests

What a wild week. I had a great plan for my blog post based on my experiences during practicum week but rushed though it to it so I could include this bulletin on the social unrest here. The practicum week update is below.

Update 2:

Consolidation plan is to meet tomorrow morning to get picked up by a bus. We are preparing for eventual evacuation. Timetable for evacuation is about one week. Further details remain unclear. Strikes and additional protests are expected for the entirety of next week.

Update:

Peace Corps updated their action plan from “Standfast” to “Consolidate”

This means I’ve spent the afternoon packing up literally all my thing to prepare for a potential evacuation. We’re supposed to get an update tonight about what the next phase will look like. My host family was astonished they would have me leave Niquinohomo, which remains muy tranquilo. My host mom told me, “If they want you to go to Managua they’ll have to talk to me first.”

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As if the entire practicum week hadn’t given me enough to write about already, widespread protests have sprung up around the country. I first learned of the protests on Thursday on my way back from San Lucas. Peace Corps sent us a number of texts, first warning us to be safe as we travelled through Managua because there are protests and later telling us to avoid Managua all together as the protests grew in size and danger. In the end they met up with us in a city and drove us back to our sites.

Since getting back to our site Peace Corps has been sending out updates twice per day and I trust them to keep us out of harm’s way. Volunteers in dangerous areas have been moved out of harm’s way. Everyone is currently on “Standfast” which means we’re expected to limit unnecessary travel, pack a “go-bag,” and keep our phones charged. There isn’t any anger directed toward PC or Americans. It will be interesting to see if the protests burn out and people return to work on Monday or if the unrest will continue.

Here is my understanding of the protests. Students demonstrated on Wednesday about mismanagement of a large forest fire in the south of the country. On Thursday they protested again opposing a new law that Daniel Ortega passed raising the social security taxes across the country and simultaneously cutting pension payouts. Both times student protests were repressed with anti-riot police.

On Thursday protests sprang up in major cities across the country. The protests have spread and continued through the weekend. Starting Friday there has been violence between protestors, police, and counter protestors. Although protestors opposed the new social security law many are also fueled by a general discontentment.

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Masterpost how to start learning Chinese

Hi!

Since i'm just starting to learn Chinese, and I'm looking for ways of how to actually start and generate some material, like vocab lists, grammar rules and stuff hat's gonna be useful for progress, I just thought that I'd share whatever i'll find. So here's my TOP 10 sites, apps and ways of learning Mandarin by yourself. Mostly, this is just to motivate myself, but i hope, some of you guys can add their own things to this list and also find interesting stuff on the sites mentioned!

As for the system on how to actually start learning the language, I decided to go with the very basics first. So, for the vocabulary part, I decided that i'd learn the first 200 so called 'radicals', which actually are essential to find any Chinese word in the dictionary. Also, I am going to learn the basic conversations, meaning how to say your name, how are you and to say good bye and stuff like that. With GrammarWiki, I'll be catching up on grammar rules that convent with the A1 level. Since I'm only just starting, this is the one that i'm going for first. I'm going to get you an update about my improvements quite regularly, hopefully.

Chinese Social Web

WeChat (basically like chinese facebook, also used to talk to strangers, update your bank account, order food, taxis, or literally anything)

Weibo

Youku (chinese youtube)

QQ (Chinese instant messaging program)

Taobao (chinese ebay/site for online shopping)

Sina (Chinese yahoo)

chinese culture

I decided to watch docus and read websites about chinese culture in order to understand Chinese people, their way of thinking and the culture in general. Since I found myself to be pretty interested in this kind of stuff (which is weird, because i've never really been interested in China before I got to know some Chinese people), I think it's going to help me stay motivated to keep learning the language.

apps to learn the basics of mandarin

I'm pretty sure there's a lot more, and if you have any recommendation, please feel free to add it to the list – these are just a few that I found whilst scrolling through the app store when I first decided to learn Chinese!

memrise

sadly, it is only a very few words available on the free version, however I guess that the method they use is pretty good to memorise the words and characters

pleco (dictionnaire mandarin – english)

yi er san

Essentials

I really like this one because it has flashcards and learning sets, such as the weather, numbers, months and weekdays, colours, food, …

nemo

this app also only has the very basics to start a conversation in Chinese, but also contains listening and recording options, which is, as already mentioned, really important to get into chinese.

songs/playlists on Spotify

I absolutely love the fact that you can actually learn Chinese on Spotify thanks to some awesome playlists with basic grammar and vocabulary lessons. Maybe it's not the best way for the writing system, but it sure makes you talk and listen to the language, which is an important part of being able to understand and read Mandarin. I'm finding it easier to learn languages when listenening a lot to it, that's why I also want to learn Chinese by listening to songs and these themed spotify playlists mentioned above. Also, it's great when being on the bus, this way I can use the time and listen to some Chinese. Also, listening the words first makes it easier for me to remember the specific character later because I have an idea of what the character sounds like and what it means. So yep, guess you could say I was pretty excited when I found the free spotify playlists.

BBC Languages – mandarin mini guide

http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/chinese/real_chinese/mini_guides/characters/characters_meaning.shtml

FluentU:

http://www.fluentu.com/blog/chinese/2014/12/22/how-to-study-mandarin-chinese/

the site is just linking you towards different systems on how to study chinese, specific vocabulary sets and basically tells you systems on how to get fluent in Mandarin, which can be pretty helpful. I hope it will be useless for my journey!

ArchChinese

This site has pretty much everything that you need to practice Chinese. It includes a list containing all of the 214 Chinese radicals – both in pinyin and English, which is pretty much perfect. Also, it has worksheets, vocabulary lists, a tool to create your own flashcards, tools to practice your handwriting, and contains listening examples. All for free! Yey!

http://www.archchinese.com/arch_chinese_radicals.html

ChineseGrammarWiki

This one is probably going to save my life. It literally has everything in it, basically, you could just learn from the Wikipedia site and you're all good. It has grammar rules for the different levels, links you to forums, has vocabulary lists, keywords, printables, etc. etc. etc. It's basically just heaven for generating your study material!

Use quizlet!

Honestly, just do it! It is just so easy to either way create your own set of flashcards or just look for one that suits your needs, then start learning! This way, I realise that i'm having the most fun whilst actually learning something because of endless repetition. It doesn't even feel like learning when i'm on quizlet. Also, flashcards are in general a very good method to memorise the characters and the pinyin. A friend of mine who lived in Peking for 4 years and learned Chinese during that time told me that you basically have to memorise the characters with flashcards to pinyin and then to your mother tongue. Which would be german for me, but I guess it also works with English since Chinese is closer and i'm fluent in both languages.

General tips:

learn vocabulary. Honestly Vocabulary is pretty much the most important thing if you wanna be fluent in a language, especially when this language is Chinese. I always loved languages but I am so bad at remembering vocabulary, that's why I almost forgot everything I learn in school for French (and I'd say in Luxembourg, we learn lots of French because you need it everyday.), I only just remember the basic conversations, which is quite sad. I don't want to make that mistake again whilst learning Chinese. So one of my main goals is to just remember loads and loads of characters and words, so that I'll be good in speaking Chinese with my friends one day.

Have a reason to start learning the language. For me, that was meeting people who are Chinese and spending a lot of time with these guys (Since I helped at a festival, where Chinese school orchestras and choirs came to Vienna, most of the organisation team was Chinese, I was surrounded by the language every day, and it confused me a lot at the beginning, but it made me understand that actually, Chinese is a pretty important language, because basically there are so many Chinese people who can't speak English – and if you can speak Chinese and English, you can literally speak to most people on this planet. Isn't that fascinating? Also, I kind of want to meet the people I've worked with in Vienna again, maybe even work there later on, which is why I decided to learn Chinese. Plus, it's just additional soft skills for my VC – languages are never a bad thing to know.

Watch youtube videos, listen to Chinese music and Podcasts, get into the Culture. This is probably the most important thing to fully understand the language and the people – and also to just have fun studying the language. Whilst listening to songs and translating the lyrics, you're learning new vocabulary, new sentences, ways of how Chinese think, etc.

buy textbooks. I haven't bought a proper textbook yet because i'm in Berlin right now which means I don't wanna take it home with me, when I can also just start with material that I find online, however I'm pretty much either way gonna buy Chinese books in the library or at first just rent it from the University library.

Look up for courses/tandem partners. If you're a student, check your university's courses. Most of the time, they do offer additional lessons where you can just learn something, without paying as much as people from the outside, sometimes even for free. If you wanna learn the language, just try to get in touch with it as much as you can. Courses with actual teacher can help you improve your pronunciation which I guess is pretty hard in Chinese. I will be struggling with that a lot, but I can always send text messages to my friends on WeChat and ask them if it's correct. However, courses are also good to get more material, maybe get a system into your whole learning thing.

Organise yourself. I find it pretty much overwhelming right now to get thrown into this new language. I'm looking for material all over the internet and I'm finding so many different sites. Find one that suits you, then just stick to the system. As I said before, I'm going to start with learning the radicals, basic A1 vocabulary and Grammar by themed learning sets. It's the easiest way to learn I guess.

Also, it is important to accept that learning Chinese is a very hard process and is probably gonna take a lot of nerves. I'm actually kind of debating with myself wether i'm gonna stick to learning Chinese or not, whether it's gonna be useful or not – but right now, I'm still content in what I'm doing, because I have this goal. I know that Chinese is hard and that I'll forget words a lot of times before I actually am gonna be able to chat with someone in Chinese, but I wanna impress some people – and this keeps me going.

Last but not least: Have fun! Learning a new language is an amazing process, it changes your ways of thinking, it changes your perception on human nature, on culture, you get to have other insides on people's history, which is all just really interesting. Learning is a fun process, learning makes you happy, makes you great, learning makes you you! So please, just enjoy yourself with the language – it really is a game, you know! Failure is human, failure is part of it, but if you still have fun learning new things, then you're good! Keep it up!

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