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samkerrworshipper · 19 days

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have no fear

jordan nobbs x reader, leah williamson x reader, arsenal x reader

part 2 of beautiful girl series -> pt. 1 -> pt.3

warnings: drug addiction, drug use, angst, pain, mentions of sexual assault, little bit of fluff if you look really close

So with every last piece of strength that you had in your body, you pulled the door open.

“Hey chicky.”

You tried to smile at your ma, you did, but it was hard.

“Hey ma.”

You knew you had to look like a wreck, you hadn’t had time to look in a mirror on your way down, but you knew that you must look like a complete mess.

Jordan brought you into a hug before you could do anything about it her little arms squeezing your body as tightly as you thought she could manage.

She forced her way into the house before you could say anything about it, walking her way into the kitchen and leaving you close the door behind her.

“Le said you were out last night.”

You followed your ma into the kitchen, walking straight to the coffee pot.

“You want coffe?”

Jordan had always been the stricter of your two parents, probably because she saw you less, Leah was the one who had to do the hard yards, constantly fighting with you over the biggest and smallest things.

“Tea please, how late where you out till, who were you with?”

You turned the machine on, trying to hide your annoyance at the immediate interrogation.

“Did you come here to see me or question my choices?”

You pulled two mugs from the shelf, reaching for the kettle and pouring enough water in before reaching for a tea bag.

“I came here to see you chicky, and catch up with you, I want to hear about what’s been going on.”

You dropped the tea bag into the cup, reaching across the island to hand it to your ma.

“I was out with a few friends.”

You pulled your vape out of your pocket, hoping that it would help to soothe the insistent memory of the events of last night and push it from the forefront of your mind.

“What’s that?”

You looked up at Jordan curiously, one of your own eyebrows raising.

“What’s what?”

You looked back at the coffee machine, watching as your mug slowly began to fill up with the brown mixture.

“Since when do you vape?”

You pulled your mug out from the machine, setting down on the island so you were facing your ma.

“A couple of months, why?”

You reached for the sugar container, taking the spoon out of it and dropping two spoonfuls in.

“Does your mother know?”

The shock in Jordan’s voice was so obvious.

“Yup.”

It was all good and well for Jordan to judge Leah’s decisions with parenting you, but at the end of day she’d been the one to leave, refusing to take you with her, insisting that life in London was better for you and that passing you back and forth between Birmingham and London every week wouldn’t be fair, she left you.

“How’s football been?”

The pivot in conversation should have helped, but you knew that it wouldn’t as soon as the words had left her mouth.

“I stopped playing.”

Jordan frowned at you.

“Since when?”

You brought the coffee up to your lips, finding solace in the warm liquid.

“A while ago.”

You wished she’d drop the topic, she seemed to be becoming more disappointed by the minute.

“Why, you were great, you were one of the best a the academy.”

You were one of the best because Leah spent all of her afternoons coaching you, because she knew the coaches, because she knew what she had to do to make you better, not because you were naturally gifted or because it came easy to you.

“I didn’t want to.”

You ried to answer her with some finality, to make her drop it and move on.

“How about school, how are your gcse’s going?”

You wanted to lie to her and tell her it was good, that you were on track to get all A stars like you’d planned.

“I don’t think I’m going to do them, my attendance isn’t high enough.”

Jordan’s face plummeted, her jaw going slack as she looked at you.

“What? I thought you wanted to go to college, that you were planning on doing medicine or law or english lit.”

You hated that Jordan had this preconceived version of you in her head, from when she left, from when she used to travel every weekend to see you, when you were doing everything to try and be the perfect kid for the both of them.

“Plans change.”

You kept your eyes downcast, scared to look at her and absorb the disappointment.

“What do you plan to do, without an education and your football? Do you plan to just live with your mother forever? Do you plan to use her until she’s old and retired? You can’t just live your life like that chicky, you need a goal, a aspiration, something you want to do with your life.”

It was the same conversation Leah had tried to have with you, one you’d ignored.

“I know ma.”

Jordan looked at you with disapproval.

“It doesn’t seem like you do, what are your plans, what are you spending all of your time doing?”

Getting high, crying, regretting your existence.

“I don’t know Ma, look, you don’t get to come here for the first time in a month and try to act like you give a shit about what’s going on, Mom’s been through it and I’ve been trying to support her, I’ll figure it all out later.”

Jordan looked dismayed, to say the least, her finger twirling the teabag inside of her cup aimlessly.

“Lovey, your mom is in a lot of pain right now, she doesn’t deserve to be taken advantage of, I understand you might be going through your own pain but it’d be nice if you could try and be a bit better for her.”

You wanted to yell at jordan, tell her that you were hardly the fucking problem, but you couldn’t, not when everything that had happened in the last 24 hours was circulating non stop in your mind.

“Look, I understand that I’m not the kid you wanted, that I stopped playing football and I’m not doing what you wanted me to.”

Jordan stopped you before you could say much more.

“No it’s just that months ago you were fit, you were reading and writing and playing football, you were smiling and spending all of your spare time with your mom and now it’s like all of that’s changed and you’ve just become this person I don’t know anymore. Can you blame me for being surprised? This isn’t you, This isn’t my kid, this just isn’t you, chicky.”

You couldn’t look at Jordan, you just couldn’t.

“You have no fucking idea what’s going on, you’re never here, the only time you give a fuck about my life is when it’s convenient for you and when you get to judge it. I’m not your kid anymore, you don’t fucking love me, you haven’t wanted me for a long time.”

Jordan recoiled at your words.

“First of all, don’t swear at me, I hope you don’t talk to your mother that way. Secondly, that’s not true and not fair. I’m here as often as I can be. I love you chick, I just think you could be making better decisions. Where were you last night?”

You rolled your eyes, you felt frantic, you could feel your heart beating in your ear and the blood pumping through your veins.

“That’s such bullshit. Trips to Spain to see Lucy are more important then me, huh? Trips to Ibiza to hang out with Caitlin and Katie are more important than me? You criticise the decisions mom has made but you aren’t here, you don’t understand what it’s like.”

Your hands were shaking so badly you had to put your coffee down, the liquid having spilt slightly down onto the countertop.

“Where were you last night, lovey?”

The question made you feel like you needed to puke, and for a second you thought it was just a feeling, but then you felt the bile rising and you realised it wasn’t just a feeling, you were about to vomit.

You rushed from the kitchen as quickly as your weary body would allow, your legs shaking underneath you, threatening to give out, taunting you from below.

You made it to the toilet bowl just in time for your jaw to go slack and the bile that had been rising in your throat to splat against the porcelain. You didn’t look at it, you couldn’t, knowing that it was probably evidence of what had happened last night, the alcohol, him.

You didn’t need to see Jordan to know she was waiting at the door behind you. It was the last way you wanted to spend your couple of hours with her, but it didn’t really matter now you supposed.

You knew you were done when the pressure in your throat dissipated and you finally felt like you could breathe again. You pushed yourself up, flushing the toilet before turning around to look at Jordan.

Your Ma reached out for you first, her hand coming up to your face, gently pressing onto your cheek.

“It’s alright bubba, I’m here, you’re okay, I’m sorry.”

Jordan’s arms opened up and without hesitation you leaned in, seeking out comfort that you hadn’t felt in a long time. The hug didn’t provide the love you were yearning for, it didn’t soothe the part of you that was hurting, but it did patch a hole inside of you somewhere.

You were far taller than Jordan, but she somehow made you feel like a little kid again, your head coming to rest down on her shoulder.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the couch and we’ll talk, huh, one on one, no judgement.”

You felt eight again as Jordan lead you over to the same couch. You felt how you did when you were eight, when your moms sat you down and promised you that they would always be a safe space for you, that you could tell them anything about the past and they wouldn’t judge you and that they’d always be proud of you no matter what, you felt how you did at 12 when your moms sat you down to let you know that the academy had asked them if you wanted to play with them, you felt how you did at 14 when your moms sat you down to let you know that your teacher wanted to put you up a form at school. Except everything was different, it wasn’t your moms, there was nothing to be proud of, nothing for them to tell you you were doing good at.

Jordan sat you down, your head pressed to her shoulder.

“I’m sorry that I was rough on you, okay? I don’t know what’s going on, I’m not here as much as I should be. Can you tell me about last night, bubba, please?”

You didn’t get why she cared so much, your mom hardly cared what you did on your nights out as long as you were home by your curfew and stayed safe.

“I went to a party, okay? It’s no big deal.”

You heard Jordan exhale next to you.

“You didn’t do anything stupid?”

You wondered what Jordan would define as stupid.

“I drank a little, smoked a bit of pot, normal teenage shit.”

You wanted it to be the truth, desperately, but it wasn’t.

“That’s it?”

Jordan knew you were lying, she’d always been better at telling, Leah on the other hand wasn’t as practised in being able to detect when lies were falling freely from your lips.

“Yes, for fucks sakes.”

Jordan only tightened her embrace around you, bringing her as close to you as possible. Leah had stopped hugging you like this when she’d done her knee, it had become harder and she knew you were growing up, she didn’t think you needed her in that way anymore, she was so incredibly wrong.

“Okay, I’m sorry chicky, I’ll stop with the questions. Let’s just have a you and me day, huh? Like we used to. We can go to the cafe that you like and down to the beach, whatever you want, just a you and me day.”

You didn’t want any of that.

“Can’t we just stay on the couch.”

You heard jordan chuckle a little bit.

“How about we go and get breakfast and then we can have a movie day, or we can catch up on the episodes of Love Island, I haven’t gotten to watching the new season yet.”

You didn’t want to go anywhere, you wanted to stay in your safe space, up in your room on your windowsill.

“Do we have to.”

Jordan nodded from above you.

“Fresh air will be good for you. Plus, you want to get a mean hangover then that’s your own fault chicky, it’s best to learn the hard way. Head upstairs and get changed, I need to talk to your mom real quick.”

You wanted to stick around to hear what Jordan planned to tell your mom, but you didn’t want to wreck whatever you had going with her, so you just nodded your head and stood up, beginning the walk back up to your room.

You hated looking at yourself in the mirror.

Because you could act like you were fine, you could pretend you were put together and had your life together and fool yourself but as soon as you were forced to look at yourself it all was clear. There was truth in your eyes and the way they made your body look so vacant, so eerie, it was as if they were the sign that there was no life left inside of you.

You’d always felt out of place no matter where you were, like you never truly belonged. You’d always felt like you were one of those tragic people with no storyline, so you lived watching other people, living through them. To start with it had been your moms, watching how much they loved each other, how they looked at each other, how they spoe about each other, like you were a background character in their story. It worked for a long time, until it didn’t. Until they split up, until you were forced to heal all over again from the home that was breaking around you. All the things you’d been running from before them were back, and instead of feeling like you were safe you knew you weren’t, you knew that no matter how loved you’d felt for the longest time, you weren’;t anymore, you didn’t get to live vicariously through their love.

You scrubbed your face without any real care, scrubbing the makeup, mascara and tears from last night off of your face.

Once you were content that the were physically gone, even if it mentally didn’t feel that way, you stood up from the basin and dried your face, hoping the patting would somehow strip the pain that was painted across your skin, it didn’t.

You moved to your wardrobe next, picking out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, as well as your thickest winter jacket. It was the same thing you wore every time your mom forced you out of the house to go on some stupid errand with her or some random appointment. You picked out a comfy enough pair of trainers before pushing your hair into a bun and walking back down the stairs.

Your Ma was talking hushedly into her phone, and put it down as soon as she spotted you descending the stairs.

“Ready to go?”

You nodded, one of your eyebrows up in questioning as you stared at your Ma’s phone.

“I was just checking in with your mom, she says they should be back around lunch time.”

Then Jordan would leave, like she always did.

“I’m not a chore, if you don’t want to hangout with me then you don’t have to be here, I can be left alone for a couple of hours.”

Jordan exhaled, deep enough for a few seconds to linger.

“That’s not fair, I’m here kiddo, I want to spend some time with you.”

You pulled your vape out of your pocket, Jordan could tell when you were lying and you could tell when she was.

“No, you have to spend time with me until mom is back, there is a difference.”

In the beginning, Jordan would come down every weekend, no matter where her game was, just to spend time with her little chicky, as the months and year had passed though, her time with you had become shorter and shorter until you’d only see her if she had a game in London.

“I don’t care, I get it, you’re busy with your new life, it’s whatever. Let’s just get this over and done with.”

Jordan looked like she wanted to say something, but the frown you sent her must have been enough of a silencer.

The two of you walked out the front door silent, down the street silent, all the way to the cafe, completely silent, the only sound to be heard was the cars going by, the sounds of your breathing and the repetitive puff of your lips as you pressed the vape to your lips. If you couldn’t have drugs then it was going to have to do.

When you got to the cafe you had enough courtesy to shove it in your pocket, focusing your attention on your Ma as much as you hated it.

She ordered you your normal, you were surprised she remembered.

“How’d the game go last night?”

You hadn’t tuned into either games, you’d had other things on your mind.

“We drew, it was a good game though.”

You nodded, it didn’t matter much in the scheme of things, Aston Villa weren’t in a title race, weren’t in contention for a trophy of any kind but also weren’t at any real risk of relegation, they were just mid.

“How about mom?”

Leah wasn’t playing, but a part of you still cared about how her team had gone.

“They won, 1-2 to man city.”

You nodded, that was something.

Your food arrived which was a good enough distraction, both you and Jordan focusing your attention on the meals in front of you. A couple of years ago, all of your sunday mornings had been spent here with your two moms, nowadays if you went, which was rare, it was by yourself.

The meal went on in awkward silence, the both of you clearly unsure how to deal with the pent up awkwardness that had been developing since you’d left the house.

The meal dragged on until the two of you couldn’t pretend any longer and called it done, the two of you standing up and leaving in the same silence you’d entered.

You didn’t mind the silence, it hurt, but not in the same way that it normally did, you were less alone than normal, you felt less out of place then normal.

You were silently praying that your mom got home earlier than expected, to give you the same normal, painful consistency that you were used to instead of this, instead of whatever it is that Jordan was pulling out of you.

The two of you walked back to the house in silence, once upon a time Blu would have been walking in front of you, her little legs patting across the concrete, nowadays though Blu stayed in Birmingham, with Jordan. Leah claimed she didn’t have time for a dog, it had always been Jordan’s thing though.

When you got back to the house, you collapsed down onto the sofa, flicking on a episode of love island before opening up your phone and starting to answer the multiple texts which you’d been leaving on delivered.

First, you replied to your friends, letting them know you were fine and just needed to be home before your curfew, then your mom, letting her know you were fine. Once you were finished updating all of your people, you moved onto aimlessly scrolling, flicking through different social media posts.

Jordan eventually joined you on the couch, her attention on the episode.

You didn’t miss the way her eyes would stray towards you every few seconds, darting away from the tv screen to look at you. It seemed like she was hesitating to say something, like there words on the tip of tongue that she was too scared to say. Jordan was always the silent one, even as you watched your moms relationship die out, she was always the quiet one, Leah on the other hand was always the loud one, always trying to fix problems that were unfixable.

You wanted to prompt her, ask her what her apparent problem was, but you stayed silent, muzzling yourself for the good of keeping whatever peace there was between the two of you.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SEND ME YOUR PART THREE IDEAS, KEEPING IN MIND THAT LEAH POTENTIALLY FINDS OUT ABOUT RS WEED USAGE AND CONFRONTS HER ABOUT IT BUT DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE DRUGS

#woso #woso community #sammykworshipper thoughts #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #leah williamson x reader #jordan nobbs x reader #jordan and leah #jordan nobbs #wobbs breakup #it’s painful #i’m crying so are u #trauma dumping #pain sweet pain #woso imagine

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yourpsicodelicbitch · 4 months

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Sun houses and fathers 🌞

Yoshitomi Nara

✨first post of 2024✨

take what resonates, leave what don’t 🎀 you don’t have to necessarily identify with it.

*I use whole sign system -house system- for more certainty

9H: you’re learning constantly from your dad. he teaches you what he’ve learned through his life. he’s teaching you about his mindset, the origin of his beliefs, why he stands for them. he could be someone very religious or faithful, and through that faith he could have teach you things he know now. also, he could be really philosophical and probably has a fixation with politics, investing. he could seem very patient or is constantly worried trying to understand how he can help you.

10H: your dad could be someone really hardworking, who you could have seen work really hard through all this years, making sure you’re satisfied in the economic and study aspect. he could have not been present too much when you were growing up and when he showed up he was too strict, he probably wasn’t conscious or didn’t know how to approach you -could be bc they thought him to bottle up his emotions-. you could end up studying/working on the same career/field your dad’s in.

11H: your dad it’s okay with who you are, or what side you show to them🧐. you’re their fav or they left you. you could feel like the only child/you are. he could seem too disperse, take it how you want to. idk why but mostly of dads of sun 11H are younger than what’s expected. he’s permissive. you were a spoiled kid, that has to do with your dad. “dreams” that word is important, he had a lot of influence and power over yours, he could have destroyed them or making sure you have all the resources -depending on the aspects-.

12H: your dad won’t judge your decisions or you. he’ll be a support. he could have difficulties to put limits in a father-son relationship, you could have felt stressed when you’re seeing how your dad is being bullied by your siblings bc of that attitude. you could have being the one who is protecting them or you’re the more serious/introverted one in the dynamic. or the total opposite: he’s too strict and you had to be careful on how to act. there’s something that happened there… you two could share something obvious, an interest, physical appearance, an adjective, etc. something everyone can point out. also, you could feel a strong or subconscious connection with your dad’s sight of the family.

5H: idk why I have the feeling you didn’t saw your dad for a long time and then you saw him, I’m trying to express that your relationship with him it’s not constant. he could be explosive or impulsive. he could contradict himself so much. he could have had you without planning it/unexpected -you were a surprise for him 🤩-. could be that your parents were young when they had you and etc. that’s why you’re like an experiment 😭 your dad doesn’t know how to approach you and he has a temperament. emotions here are fiery, when each other express their emotions they don’t take a seat and have a chat with a cup of tea, they’ll say how they feel crying and screaming.

6H: your dad could have OCD, no, I’m lying, but he could be really fucked up about order. “thinks have to be like this, why you didn’t let me this at this time?” Or the total opposite, not in the middle. he could get sticker in his routine and if things are not how he planned he get stressed. a perfectionist. he could be strict or conservative. he’s sarcastic, that’s why you could be sarcastic too. he’s hardworking and also could help on campaigns and etc. at some point you could have helped him on working on his health. and you could be the one who end up taking care of him/being the sibling who spends more time with him.

♡ Based on personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

♡ English is not my first language.

♡ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

#astrology #astro observations #pinterest #astro posts #astro placements #astro notes #sun #whole sign system #12h sun #6h sun #birth chart

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 9 months

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Hello Anika! I've noticed that another CN otome game "Lovebrush Chronicle" is being localized in English. What are your thoughts on the story, and is there a ML in the game similar to Victor?

I want to hear your thought because I think you have a good eye on judging a story ❤️ Sorry if this ask seems to be out of nowhere!

hello!!! thank you haha~ ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ಡ yes, the game’s original name is 时空中的绘旅人, also known as For All Time. It’s one of the 4 big CN otoges (the other three: Light and Night, Love and Producer/ MLQC, and Tears of Themis).

idk why they had to change the name smh but then again i can see why too LOL, but if you’re gonna change the character names, change for all of them why change just two?? especially since Emerald’s name is explained precisely so aksjsjs i’m so salty rn lmao

uh about the storyline, i had to try hard to not be lured into yet another game lmao (eyeing L&N akshdhd), so i haven’t actually played the game personally after CBT LOL nor do i keep up with its contents that much, so my knowledge regarding the story and the characters isn’t deep and is limited haha. also, since the premise begins in the AU world + with some other factors, i kinda lost my interest to even begin with LOL.

here’s a brief introduction for you though—

the game’s setting is the AU world ahah, and it also has personal routes. it has battle systems for leveling up your profile / raising cards. i heard it can be pretty grindy, but since i haven’t continued playing it, i can’t comment on that :>

✦ The Heroine:

she is an art student / comic artist in the modern world, but one day she gets sucked into a different AU world while watching her friend’s performance. (she’s so pretty tho u.u)

✦ Ai Yin/ Ayn:

19 years old, goes to the same school as the heroine and a pianist in the modern world. He’s a prince in the AU world, focused on his revenge.

✦ Lu Chen/ Alkaid:

20 years old, a transfer student, the heroine’s senior in a different study (Astronomy), photographer. In the AU world, he’s a mage/ high level priest.

✦ Lu Xia/ Rorschach (re-named as Lars for EN):

27 years old, the heir of a wealthy family, CEO, flirty af. In the AU world, he’s an aggressive and headstrong king.

(if you’re into the “CEO trope”, he could be your pick LOL. but if you’re looking for similarities that actually matter— then aside from just the CEO title and maybe that body lmfao, Victor and him share no other similarities hahaha)

✦ Si Lan/ Clarence:

22 years old, goes to the same school as the heroine and is the student president. He is the head highest priest/ mage in the AU world.

✦ Ye Xuan/ Emerald (re-named as Cael for EN):

An art instructor, took the heroine under his wings, gentle in nature sus lmao. In the AU world, he is the silver knight and leading the revolution.

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Over all, from what I’ve seen, the story is pretty good, has the intrigue elements for sure. Also plus point, in every AU/ arch you get a common part and then you can choose your love interest to progress for the rest of the story. what it does here is that unlike Lovepro/MLQC + Light and Night main story, where the story itself is very character-driven, you need to shut your brain and consider the MC that specific love interest’s heroine for the allocated segment- or else given the extreme lengths she goes for them/ the said borderline intimacy certainly don’t cut for “just friends” tag LOL. So, if you’re someone who self-inserts (consciously or not) and perhaps is a little uncomfortable with that kind of storytelling, For All Time/ Lovebrush Chronicles is certainly one you can give a try.

For me personally, the writing pattern didn’t seem like my cup of tea + I prefer the storytelling pattern of Lovepro and L&N (singular main story + parallel dates) haha. But hey, we all have different tastes, so be sure to give it a chance if you’re interested. Who knows, you could end up with completely different viewpoints than me! (⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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#lovebrush chronicles #for all time #时空中的绘旅人 #Ayn #Emerald #Clarence #Rorschach #Alkaid

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luckytidbit · 1 month

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Food for thought.

Ok so I've seen an anonymous ask on someone’s blog recently about people being rude in the unwind community, (which first of all, if you’re being rude, shame on you.) I've seen mention of, actually no I’ll take it verbatim. “I like scrolled by multiple of peoples posts and fics about like theories and stuff, and most of them have people getting mad over them or feeling the need to prove it wrong? Like I get it, but it's just an idea 😭” This community is pretty small and I haven’t seen any other unwind theory posts lately (Unless this person is talking about ao3, I’m not on there.), so I’m left to assume this ask is about the “Connor’s brain coping after his unwinding theory.” And the reblog I left on it, so let’s break that down shall we?

Personally, I grew up on Film and Game Theory so I’ve never seen debunking a theory as something that’s rude, just a part of a community helping another have the correct facts. Which by the way, @korokeea, if I’ve upset you, I am deeply sorry, it was never my intention to do so. My reblog was supposed to be seen as playful banter. (Side note, dream endings are very amateur, don’t do them unless you know what you’re doing. Even I wouldn’t do them, (I think I’m amateur anyway <:D.))

Also wanted to add that I should be using tone indicators, and that also I’ve seen examples of people whose first language isn’t English not understanding Western satire, so my apologies if I’ve confused you.

Now that I’ve addressed the main point, there was also something else I wanted to bring up.

This is obviously a parody of LIVE SLUG REACTION I used to add to my reblogs of Conland content (Connor x Roland), I also might have confused people doing this. I don’t think Conland is anyone’s cup of tea, personally, I see it as a crack ship that lives rent-free in my head, but I can understand how I could’ve confused someone. I honestly do like A Dog With A Bird At Your Door A Lot, even if the notes say “I hate gay people.” (Like, C’mon now Kuromi.)

Honestly, I came here to create art and not be judged for it, I have one to two irl friends that I see almost daily. The rest of it are just classmates that will turn on me the moment I say something that doesn’t fit their dialogue. (If you get what I’m saying, I have to say the right thing or they’ll look at me funny.) I’m honestly super stressed and pretty prone to anxiety right now, graduation, prom, removal of wisdom teeth via going under (anaesthesia), you name it! So you can see why I find a great sense of escapism in Tumblr.

Lastly, I wanted to say that in this community it is almost impossible to create micro-communities because of our small size. You CANNOT be vague or make inside jokes because almost everyone follows each other. On the original ask post that I first talked about, the responder mentioned a “that one guy” and my poor mutual @bopeisdope thought they could be that one guy. (Which is completely wrong, she and @lazysailor are the sweetest people I have ever met here. Oof sorry side tangent.)

Anyway If you made it through this thing, thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

#I’m aware I’m being a hypocrite by being vague #But think we all know who made that post #I’m still gonna be hella active on here #When you stop being vague you’re free to come at me fuckers #lol no #I don’t need more stress in my life #unwind dystology #unwind #apology

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cillspropertea · 1 year

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Chapter 21: Golden girl

Warnings: none

This fic is a mature story. It involves violence and intimacy which may not be suitable for young readers. It might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay. The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. 😁 It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

Word count: 2709

Thomas walked out of the house ready to get in the car while Robert kept the luggage in its trunk. The journey would take him two days but he was hopeful it would be worth it. The Russians had been nagging him for quite some time. With his recently broken ties with Alfie and Sabini he needed all the allies he could get. They were a powerful bunch, powerful but a little cuckoo in the head. But he would find a way, as he always did. Apparently, the sapphire had been a mistake, as they were unaware of its curse. A mistake he had not forgiven them for. The issue had simply been dusted under the carpet, for now. Until the right time.

Only Tatiana had known but she wanted it to cause problems to her aunt and uncle. She wasn’t aware that it was to be gifted to him. She’d answered that while being choked by Thomas’s leather gloved hands, so Thomas had believed her. He was going there to give them a second chance.

While he waited for Robert to finish up setting the luggage he caught the sight of a lone tea cup on the bench in the lawn. Memories from last night rushed in as his lips turned up into a smile. He shook his head. He was in love, once again it seemed. The feeling was heavy and soft at the same time. He’d left her sleeping, with a kiss on the forehead as she still had a few hours before she had to wake up. In came one of his other cars through the drive-way, the one reserved for the office. The door opened as Lizzie, his PA, came out of it. “Thank god I caught you!” she said breathing heavily. Thomas would have believed she had ran the whole way to his home if he hadn’t seen her getting off of his car himself. “You forgot these at the office.” She handed him a file. Holding it in his hands, he opened it. “What would you do without me Tommy dear?” she said sliding a hand down the left side of his coat, smoothing some invisible lines. “This is the copy Lizzie, I have the original with me.” He snorted. She frowned, “Oh! Well…” She cocked her head to the side suggestively, “… I am here now, maybe we can have a coffee in your office while Robert here sets up the luggage eh?” Thomas calmly removed her hand which was still on his collar, “I am getting late Lizzie...” “Oh it’ll only take a few moments darling! I know all the right moves. I know what you like…” She whispered the last part into his ear. “Not today.” Thomas said stepping back, absolutely unfazed. Lizzie was growing frustrated. He’d never been this difficult. Especially after Grace. ‘It has to be the Gold girl Ada was telling me about… fuck!’ she thought sourly. When Robert was done Thomas moved to sit in the car, “Aren’t you going to leave?” He asked Lizzie. “Don’t look so worried love, I’ll leave right away! I won’t tell anything to your new plaything.” Anyone else would have gotten a warning but Lizzie was all words, Thomas knew. Plus he had used her several times in the past to please associates and rivals. Lizzie was important for the business. So he knew how to swallow his bitter words, sometimes, when he knew it was beneficial. She had been around the family for as long as he could remember. For some time, when things had gotten really bad for her, she’d gotten into prostitution. He did not judge her as he was no saint himself but their off and on fling had started when he’d returned from the war. Tainted and utterly broken, Lizzie had provided him the distraction he’d needed at that time. But then she’d fallen in love with him. He knew the signs. But unfortunately, he did not reciprocate those feelings at all. But he knew he had let on her feelings for selfish reasons and that guilt had made him offer her the position of his personal assistant to her. That and plus a business rival had shown interest in her. The truth was that Lizzie was reliable and useful. And Tommy used people whenever he needed to, unashamedly.

So, instead of saying something rude, he’d simply gotten out of his own car and opened the door to the car Lizzie had come in, waiting until she sat in, shaking her head and gritting her teeth at the same time. “Is she that fragile? Can’t even protect herself eh?” she teased to which Thomas simply rolled his eyes, ‘If only you knew what she’d done in the past to ‘protect’ herself…’ Thomas stopped himself from smiling. Lizzie did know though, she knew the stunt the ‘Golden girl’ had pulled, through Ada of course. That was her nickname in the office, ‘Thomas Shelby’s golden girl’. No wonder she had wrapped Thomas around her danm finger. “Good bye Lizzie.” Thomas had replied in a clipped way before asking the driver to go. Only after she’d left did he leave in his car. He wasn’t hiding anything from Esmeralda, he just wanted to tell her about this side of his life himself. Knowing Lizzie, she would have made sure to twist and turn the truth the way it suited her. Plus yeah, he felt like this relationship of his felt too sacred and sensitive right now. He would do everything to keep it as pure as it was. Even if it meant to keep things away from certain people.

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Esmeralda had woken up in a bed without Thomas, but on his pillow, she’d found a small, navy blue velvet box and a letter. Opening the box she’d gasped, it was a ring with the biggest diamond she’d ever seen and she’d seen a fair share of them in her lifetime as her father sometimes used precious stones as a currency when he dealt with people he did not trust. Opening the letter she read words in his rough but delicate writing,

Esmeralda,

“I am sorry that I can’t accompany you today love. But I want you to wear this when you go there. It will give me some peace of mind. It isn’t the best way to propose as well, I am aware, but if your answer is affirmative to the question of marriage, don’t take it off and I’ll know. I did not want you to feel pressured into saying yes, which you would have undoubtable felt, had I asked you in person. If I come back and find your hand without the ring, I assure you nothing will change between us. But at least consider the possibility. The wedding would be on the day of your choosing. It could be tomorrow or decades from today. This is a piece of me I want you to gain power from. Just remember that in its form, it’s me who’s with you, by your side, clasping your left hand. Just show them the queen that you are. They’ll be forced to bow and cower.

Love,

Thomas.”

Her hand skimmed over the shiny stone. The question was a heavy one. She did love him, there was no doubt about that. But both of them had a lot of baggage. His work was laced with unpredictability and danger. Whenever she’d pictured a perfect life, it was with a simple man with a simple job and life. She’d imagined herself making breakfast for him in the morning and saying him goodbye with a kiss on the lips before handing him a lunchbox. Money or power was never a part of her ideal man’s lifestyle. But Thomas had both and, to make things more complicated, ambition was part of the mix as well. Things were different now too. She, herself was different now. She’d discovered a part of herself that was a complete opposite of what she thought of herself. This new side of hers, it felt as if she had always been there, inside of her, but she never let that part of her out. She was scared of that inner self too. She’d killed people. It did not matter that it was always out of necessity but she was the kind of person who would carry that guilt with herself until her last breath.

Did she want to tie herself to someone just now, when she’d found out there was so much to discover, about the world around her and inside of her? Getting out of the Gold territory had brought forth the possibility of living her life on her terms. Would tying herself to someone right now not bring her back to square zero? But the simple thought of living without Thomas or Charlie made her chest hurt. And saying no would hurt Thomas, a lot, she knew that. For someone like him, who had been through so much himself, going through war, creating this life out of nothing, falling in love and then losing that love, she could not ignore how much courage this must have required for him to pop the question. Probably why he did it this way as well, he was protecting himself as well as her.

She rubbed her temple sighing heavily and decided to handle things as they came. First she needed to attend the funeral and get it over with. She took the ring out and put it on. It sparkled in the sunlight. She smiled, biting her lip. Suddenly, she felt something crawl at the nape of her neck. Her heart quickened as her eyes went wide. She looked towards the dresser where a shadow lurked. It seemed as if someone was peeking. She gradually stood up and walked towards it. It felt as if everything around her had gone still and slowed in motion. Just when she’d reached and was about to take a look the door opened and in walked Polly. “What are you doing still in your sleeping attire? Do you want to be late?” she was carrying a dress which she laid on the bed carefully. “What is all this?” Esmeralda asked, her heart still a bit erratic. “A dress and some accessories. You are my family now. We have to make an impression to…” she stopped talking as her eyes took in the ring on Esmeralda’s hand. “Are my eyes deceiving me? Or is that an engagement ring?” she walked slowly and held her hand to examine it closely. “It is an engagement ring. But I haven’t said yes or no yet.” Polly frowned, “Well, Thomas wanted me to wear it to the funeral…” “He knows what type of people the Gold’s are. He marked his property.” She cocked a brow. “That’s the thing Polly, I don’t like this idea, of belonging to someone like, like, their danm property!” Esmeralda rubbed her eyes. Polly moved towards her, “That’s just an idea he wants plastered in their minds. He knows what you are girl! He knows he can never trap you or enslave you.” Esmeralda shook her head smiling, “Trust me. He just wants to be there. I’ve seen him around women, especially when he wants something out of them. He’s different with you. And if he ever goes out of line, Look at me…” Polly ordered suddenly, so she did, “You come to me. I’ll make sure he knows your piece of mind!” She nodded, “Never feel alone alright? I’m here, always!” Esmeralda wrapped her arms around her and out of nowhere her shoulders started to shake as she sobbed in Polly’s embrace. Polly, simply smiled and knew exactly why she was crying. She simply rubbed her back, “C’mon now, we don’t want to be late now do we? Let’s get you ready eh?” with that she called Frances and asked her to bring their breakfast in Thomas’s room.

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It had been a week since the funeral. Thomas was to return today and saying that Esmeralda was nervous was an understatement. She had missed him, a lot. His face, his voice. Just his presence made her feel, loved. But she was a bit confused too. She kept on twiddling her ring. The truth was that she was not okay. The way everyone’s stance had changed the moment they had seen Thomas’s ring on her finger was making her feel unsettled.

Finally, when she had gathered herself enough to feel like a person, to have her own identity, all these people had once again managed to make her feel like nothing. The truth was that she was still nothing. Everyone treated her differently because she was with Thomas now. Her own worth was still nothing.

In this case, wouldn’t marrying Thomas Shelby just lock her in this phase forever? Wouldn’t she stay ‘Thomas Shelby’s bitch’ for as long as she lived? ‘Fuck! What the hell am I thinking?’ her words had been effective to shut everyone at her territory up but what about having this as a tag for a lifetime.

“Ma’am?” Frances called from the other side of the room.

“Yes?” Esmeralda replied rubbing her aching temple. “Miss Lizzie is here.” Who was that? She got up and unlocked the door.

“Who?” she asked Frances.

“Um, Miss Lizzie? From the office Ma’am. She is Mr. Shelby’s personal secretary.” Oh that Lizzie! She remembered now.

“Did you tell her Thomas isn’t home?”

“Yes Ma’am. She says she is here to see you.”

Esmeralda frowned, why was she here to see her? Still skeptical she asked her to bring her to the drawing room. “Uh, but Ma’am she is already in Mr. Shelby’s office.” Oh! ‘How very forward of her!’ This pissed Esmeralda off. Nodding and telling Frances that she would be with her in a moment, she sprayed her perfume from her dresser before leaving the room.

Entering Thomas’s office, the sight made her blood boil. Lizzie smiled at her sitting on Thomas’s chair. “You must be Lizzie than. Frances told me you wanted to see me?” Esmeralda watched her closely as she clasped her fingers in front of her resting her elbows on the table. “And you must be Thomas’s ‘Golden girl’!”

‘Oh! So this will be ‘that’ kind of a meeting then…’ Esmeralda looked down, shaking her head and smiled. Lizzie looked at all the stuff on the table and then decided to get a hold of Thomas’s pen. “Is that what you all call me there?” Esmeralda cocked her head. She calculatedly crossed the carpet and sat down on the sofa-set in front of his table, refusing to sit on the table with her while she sat on Thomas’s chair.

“Yeah, there are other names too. But this one seems to be the most… how I should say?” she bit the pen thoughtfully, “Respectful one…” Lizzie stroked. “Fascinating.” Esmeralda’s jaw ticked but she kept a hold on the reins of her temper. At that very moment Frances came in with a trolley of tea and refreshments “Oh Frances darling! You should have asked me before arranging that! I really wasn’t in the mood you know.” Lizzie said with a tone which sounded really informal and casual. “I did ask the lady of the house Miss Lizzie and she said yes. So, here we are.” Frances’s reply made Lizzie grit her teeth as Esmeralda tried not to scoff. “It’s okay Frances. It seems our guest would like something more ‘informal’…” Esmeralda gestured her towards the whiskey near Thomas’s table. But before Frances could pour any Lizzie stopped her. “Leave us.” She commanded Frances but she only left when Esmeralda nodded to her, which infuriated her even more.

“So, is there a motive behind your visit?” Esmeralda cut to the chase. “Oh there is. I was actually here to see Thomas but when Frances told me he is running a bit late, I decided to meet you instead. Y’know to pass the time.”

“Well, I’m flattered and honored really that you thought of me as worthy enough…” Esmeralda said while walking towards the door. “…but I have things to do so…” “I am pregnant.” Lizzie said in a monotone. “And it’s his, it’s Thomas’s…”

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corporal-kenma · 1 year

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Guys, just hear me out!

Lucerys and Aemond as Kiara and Kovu from the Lion King 2. Don’t judge the old lady with big love for old Disney cartoons.

It’s a great opportunity to write a fanfic full of Aemond’s pangs of conscience, lots of UST and awkward situations with Aemond and the Black family.

So, the idea. (Sorry for the mess, English is not my native language)

Before the eye-cutting incident the children from both families have good relationships and their parents are okay with that. Luke and Aemond’s fight and Alicent’s lack of support from Viserys become the end of happy days. Rhaenyra and her family return to Dragonstone. Viserys is slowly dying while Alicent turns her children against Nyra’s. Aemond is natural, his hatred for other family and especially for Lucerys is strong.

After Viserys’s death and Aegon’s coronation Alicent and Otto reveal their plan of destroying the Black family from within with Aemond’s help. He flies to Dragonstone and convinces Rhaenyra that he has nothing to do with the Greens and he doesn’t support Aegon’s coronation.

Nyra allows him to stay but others should keep an eye on him. But he successfully spies for the Greens.

Aemond is cold with others but everyone in the castle seems to be nice with him and treats him as a guest. One day Lucerys decides to apologize to Aemond. He does it so sincerely that Aemond is a bit shocked. And he is shocked about lots of things especially about warm relationships between all the Blacks so he starts to involve in that.

For example, he is reading alone on the shore when he sees Luke and Jace’s training so all starts from here. He decides to train his clumsy nephew Lucerys. With tons of sarcasm and My Lord Strong but still!

This part can include amazing ideas:

1. Little Aegon and Viserys ask them to do smth for fun maybe playing hide and seek and Aemond really has fun

2. They read together about Old Valyria and Lucerys finds out that Aemond doesn’t know high valyrian so Luke starts to teach him.

3. Relationships between them become warmer and Daemon starts to tease them, Rhaenyra smiles warmly at that.

So one day Lucerys offers Aemond to fly on dragons for fun and after flying they land on the small island. Under peaceful starry night sky they confess their feelings to each other. Aemond offers to fly away and leave behind the Greens and the Blacks with their plots. Lucerys convinces him to reconcile the two.

Soooo, then add a pinch of angst when the Greens will hear about Aemond’s betrayal and the Blacks will know about the true plan. Things are getting worse.

The angsty part is not my cup of tea so imagine the rest yourselves.

Slow burn, UST, denial of feelings, fluff and smut mmmmm chef’s kiss

I hope someone would like to write it :))))))))

(Daemon singing In Upendi for lucemond won’t leave my mind😭)

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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Holmes & Holmes: 3

J-

All is well.

IAN

You feel like you should send more but you don’t have much else to say. You blot the message then sigh and fold it. You take some red sealing wax drip it onto your message then press your seal into it. You place it on the small tray outside the drawing room of the house you’re renting then sigh softly and make your way into your bedroom. You don’t have to be at the theatre until tomorrow so you could get settled today, one of the good things about being the star of the show.

You’re reading when one of the servants comes into the room with a silver tray and a card on it. You take the card as she says,

“Miss Enola Holmes ma’am.” The left side of your mouth creeps up, you didn’t think it would be so soon.

“Thank you Maggie. Please bring her to the sitting room and get tea.” You tell her as you put your bookmark into the book you’d been reading before you stand

“Of course ma’am.” She says, her drawl so unlike Enola and her brother’s. He was rather handsome, a bit annoying in his desire for you to leave his sister alone but he’d played his part well. Should Mr. Holmes have been more agreeable to Enola taking your case she may not have been nearly as intrigued.

“Miss Holmes. I did not expect to see you again so soon.” You tell her, she looks similar to how she had earlier, the only difference is the hat on her head with her new pin.

“I want to know a few things if you don’t mind.” She says as you gesture for her to sit down.

“I am an open book Miss Holmes.”

“Enola, please.” She implores you and you nod,

“Then you must call me Irene.” You tell her with a kind smile as the maid enters the room with the tea, “Can I offer you some tea?”

“Thank you.” She nods and you pour her a cup and she takes it before dropping three sugar cubes into it. You take your own tea with cream and sugar, much preferring coffee to English tea but when in Rome you supposed.

“You said you had questions, please ask.”

“I must confess that they’re not about the case.” She warns and you tilt your head in acknowledgment that it is fine for her to continue. “My brother seemed rather insistent that I not take your case. I have a feeling there’s more to it than what you said, about being an independent woman.”

“As you know I’m a widow,” She nods but doesn’t interrupt, “My husband was a railroad baron in America named Godfrey Norton. He was a good man, kind and agreeable. He didn’t insist that I stop acting or singing, he didn’t insist that I give up my freedom. Nearly twenty years my senior but I didn’t mind.” When she looks at you in surprise you laugh softly, “I really didn’t. Not many men would have been as agreeable as he was. But he died quite suddenly nearly five years ago. That’s when the rumors started, that I’d killed him. His much younger wife got bored of an older man and had done what needed to be done.” Enola’s eyes widen,

“You didn’t though!”

“You say that as if you know.” You tell her with a small smile.

“I’m a very good judge of character.” She assures you before another sip of tea.

“I did not kill him. Like I told Mr. Holmes earlier, I was quite fond of Godfrey.”

“How do you know Lady Cecily?”

“Her mother and my older sister went to school together.”

“Boarding school?” She asks with a frown and you nod. “Did you go?”

“I did not. We were born in New Jersey, my mother left with my sister when we were just children, I didn’t mind, my father and I got along far better than I ever had with my mother.”

“What brings you here? To London?”

“My sister.”

“You have a good relationship then?”

“Pleasant enough. Not like you and Mr. Holmes, living in the same house with my sister would likely drive me mad!” You say pleasantly while dropping back onto the couch in dramatic fashion.

“You don’t wear a corset!” Enola cries much to your amusement. She’s not wrong though, in order to be in fashion a corset is required. “I didn’t think you did when you visited the house but I couldn’t imagine- forgive me.”

“You are much like your brother.” You tell her with a laugh, “Both saying what you think, then asking for forgiveness.”

“That’s odd, neither of us are usually much like that. There’s just something about you that seems so comfortable, so familiar.”

“I feel much the same about you.” Which makes this all that much worse. Duke comes trotting into the room and plops down on your feet.

“Oh! What a handsome dog.”

“Thank you. He’s my constant companion.”

“I did not see him when you visited the other day.”

“He was waiting outside. If you don’t believe me you can ask your brother.” You tell her giving Duke a gentle pat.

“Speaking of Sherlock. What did you say to him? He seemed rather put out when he came back in.”

“Does he like dogs?” You ask, trying to get more information about the man.

“Yes?” Of course he does, handsome, smart and loves dogs. Does he have a flaw? Other than being incredibly suspicious of you.

“Maybe that explains it then,” You tell her with a smirk, “I told Duke to protect and Mr. Holmes not to touch him.” She hums softly with a little smile. “I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings.”

“Sherlock? Feelings. No, the only person that I think he cares about is himself.” She says with a fond eye roll.

“I highly disagree with you.” You tell her gently as you reach across the table and grasp her hand, “He cares very much for you.”

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lottiecrabie · 1 year

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Ok another update of my night (idek if you care lol but still): I had such an amazing time! Where I live its currently half past four and I am at this guys apartment (same guy that railed me in the club) and he is a police officer and he literally HANDCUFFED me with real handcuffs that you cannot get out of and it was so HOT. Rn he is making me a cup of tea which is why I have the time to update you. I am kind of embarrassed by my previous story telling but also not really cause we are all friends and filthy on here so it's fine. But anyways I hope you have such a great time and I am so proud of you for finishing your semester. Also you are just the most amazing writer and I hope all your (creative) dreams come true. I love reading your pieces and interacting with you and I just hope you are good and amazing and everything. Also I am truly sorry for my English cause as I already mentioned I am Austrian so its def not perfect. 🌼

OMG so happy you had good sex bff🕺🕺 handcuffing you and then making you a cup of tea YASS this is feminism🫡 don’t be embarrassed i loved knowing! i am a tmi girlie through and through

i personally threw up but did Not start again because i was Fucked up (i swear my friend’s house as a curse cus why have the two out of the three times i’ve thrown up from alcohol been there??? some spooky shit happening) i actually do not understand how people just take another shot after i went Home😭

tysm im happy you enjoy my work!!!! it’s so nice to say! and never apologize for your english it’s also my second language i would never judge!

#this was a wild adventure #ask

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tlfldi · 1 year

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What is music to you?

I believe music is something which can highly influence the thoughts of people, instantly. A happy person can literally get into a mood of a sad lover in the duration of 3 minute.

Firstly I'd love to know what music do y'all listen to. Is there any song that I should try? I love exploring new music, recently while my exam prep I started listening to French music. I mean yes, before clicking the play button of that playlist I was hesitating a lot thinking whether this is gonna suit my taste or not but that experience turned out to be superb. I legit had to make a personalised playlist for myself with my favourite French songs.

Look when it comes to music, it's all about exploring new tracks and genres. I grew up in a household where I've been listening to Hindi, English, Malayalam, Tamil, Telugu and Marathi songs since childhood so language was never a barrier for me and growing up I also discovered Spanish, Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Thai and Filipino songs. Now after French music I tried Turkish songs and yeah I liked a couple of them.

The point is, if you wanna discover new music, let go of the language barriers, only then will you be exposed to a ton of artists and their art. Yes, in the beginning you'll need some time to adjust with the language even if you like the melody and beats of a song but trust me, it all just grows onto you gradually.

Have you ever stanned any artist?

I am not talking about liking their music and fangirling over them. I am talking about loving the music pieces they put out, and their songs touching your heart and soul, and bringing you great joy.

For me, it's BTS.

Okay I know I'm gonna get judged for this but I truly don't mind it. It's been nearly two years since I left their fandom though, their new music is not my cup of tea. BTS is the first artist whom I have genuinely loved and followed them so much. Their music, again, is not liked by everyone. Sometimes it's because of the language barrier and sometimes it's solely because of them being too shiny and what some people call them, 'gays' or 'too feminine'.

Anyway, so why BTS? Why is every girl fangirling over these 7 guys. I don't know about every girl but I'll speak for myself. I think BTS is much more than just 7 Korean guys singing pop songs. The diversity in their music, lyrics and their personalities is what matters to me. By the way, I'm talking about the BTS before 2020. Yes, I accept that I was a toxic fangirl once upon a time but later when I actually got to know what power their music holds, I was blown away. Day before yesterday, I was revisted them by reading the lyrics of their songs while simultaneously listening to their music and damn my mind was blown. How could someone even write such lyrics, and also the concepts they've been using since their debut days is something so damn good. The storylines in their music videos are all interconnected... I mean what is it, Marvel?... They've worked on creating a BTS universe with such unique method of storytelling... Yeah I know there are better, much better artists than BTS and I don't stand by them now as a fan, I don’t follow them on social media either and I've also lessened listening to their music, it's just once in a month or so but what I'll always stand by is the fact that BTS paved the way. They set the standard and they are the effing standard.

This was purely a BTS appreciation post.

Have a good day.

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thesearchexperience · 1 year

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San Francisco’s Best: Coffee Shops for Business Meetings

Let’s start with an important admission. I am not a San Francisco coffee snob. Single origin? Never had it. Baristas brewing in sciencey beakers? I don’t understand. I am so sensitive to caffeine that I can barely handle a tiny teacup of 30-second-brewed English Breakfast tea laden with milk and honey. We’re not here to judge. While I don’t hunt down the latest roasts, I do hang out with a lot of coffee drinkers. My boyfriend loves his Italian Bialetti Moka Pot, my friends own a coffee truck, and most of my team can’t function in the morning without their first cup of joe. I know how important coffee is to literally everyone but me.

I’ve always been confident in my aversion to caffeine. However, my job in recruitment relies on networking, and in San Francisco, networking and coffee go hand-in-hand. So when I was first met with an enthusiastic “let’s go for coffee!”, mild panic set in. Despite nearly a decade of living in San Francisco, I didn’t know the first thing about coffee. Trials and errors ensued and what I discovered was that there was no point impressing someone by taking them for a great coffee if we couldn’t talk business at the same time. My clients need to know that I know my way around the city, and that I appreciate their needs, and being able to direct them to a decent flat white helps. But meeting a potential client or candidate, or catching up with a colleague, in a noisy coffee bar where we can’t sit down just doesn’t work.

So, here is my tried-and-tested list of the best coffee shops in downtown San Francisco for getting down to business, so to speak. These places will impress your coffee-loving clients. The cafes I’ve included are all easily accessible by public transport, they have lots of seating, they’re quiet-ish, and most of them offer some food options as well. I’ve included non-coffee recommendations for my caffeine-sensitive buddies out there, and I’ve made sure to personally taste-test as many snacks and lunches as I can. You can thank me later.

Bluestone Lane, Front Street

227 Front Street, San Francisco, CA 94111

www.bluestonelane.com

The first west-coast location from Aussie chain Bluestone Lane is the place for a proper flat white. The space is light, the music is quiet, and the food is healthy, meaning you can really talk over an extended stay.

My caffeine-free recommendation: The turmeric-infused Golden Latte.

Blue Bottle Coffee, 2nd Street

168 2nd Street, San Francisco, CA 94105

www.bluebottlecoffee.com/cafes/2nd-street

The 2nd Street branch of Blue Bottle Coffee offers fast coffee and great snacks for those meetings where you need a little respite from the craziness of FiDi. Offering individual tables that can be rearranged, this is a great place for group meetings.

My caffeine-free recommendation: Hot chocolate and a sugar-battered waffle.

Philz Coffee, Front Street

1 Front Street, Annex Suite 100, San Francisco, CA 94111

San Francisco native Phil has been selling coffee in the city since the 70s. Often touted as the best coffee in San Francisco, Philz Coffee’s Front Street branch offers indoor and outdoor seating (if you can stand the cold).

www.philzcoffee.com

My caffeine-free recommendation: Mint tea.

Mazarine Coffee

720 Market Street, San Francisco, CA 94102

This French-inspired coffeehouse serves a decent food menu and is a great place for a lunch meeting. It’s very quiet and always full of people working, so you’ll be in good company.

www.mazarinecoffee.com

My caffeine-free recommendation: Lemonade.

Joe and the Juice, Montgomery Street

235 Montgomery Street, San Francisco, CA 94104

With (I’m told) surprisingly good coffee for a juice bar, this place plays great music and has a lounge area perfect for team meetings. The Montgomery Street branch also has a quiet upstairs space that is my favourite spot for having confidential conversations.

www.joejuice.com

My caffeine-free recommendation: The Pick Me Up.

Equator Coffee, 2nd Street

222 2nd Street, San Francisco, CA 94105

Focusing on economic and environmental sustainability, Equator is my favorite place on this list. Not only are their sustainable credentials impressive, the space in the lobby of the LinkedIn building is also impressive. It’s big and open and has community tables perfect for networking conversations.

www.equatorcoffees.com/pages/soma-1

My caffeine-free recommendation: Cherry limeade.

Don’t need coffee today? I highly recommend Samovar, a tea-haven.

Samovar, Yerba Buena Gardens

730 Howard Street, San Francisco, CA 94104

Samovar is a teahouse with an incredible food menu. Perfect for lunch meetings, and for converting coffee addicts to the simple pleasures of teatime.

www.samovartea.com/yerba-buena/

My caffeine-free recommendation: The whole menu is a coffee-free paradise, but I’d recommend the chai.

Too late in the day for coffee? Check out The Search Experience Co-Founder Natalie’s review of the best San Francisco rooftop bars for entertaining clients.

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shanebeaument · 2 years

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My return to self?

Wow... just wow.

Four years later and I just signed back in to my old Tumblr. I haven’t been on here in so long and the post under this one is the first I read. I guess four years have really changed my perspective on a lot of things. So let’s tackle every point and see how much of a different person I am today.

My full name is Shane (Marie) Beaumont,

My favorite color is turquoise and I’m about 5″7′ (yes, I lied about my height, don’t judge me.)

I still love my dog dearly, but I think I have to say she lives with my parents now that I’ve moved out. I have a cat, her name is Salem and she’s currently pregnant with a few kittens.

I never expected to own a cat, but you know how some things just happen in life. She’s one of those things. I love her so much, she really is my little baby.

I’m currently in my second gap year. After I graduated Fashion design school, I moved out of my dads’ house and moved in with my mom in Almere. I got into a graphic design school in Amsterdam but it wasn't really my cup of tea I guess. So I took a year off to find out what I really wanted to do with my life. Writing. I have been writing my whole life. It started with little poems and now I just write about anything really. (hence my comeback to this blog). So I applied for a study in Communications and got in after a few tests. I was so happy with what I had accomplished. But after my first semester I realized this study focused more on becoming a marketing/communication professional then really writing and media development. So I quit. I finally had the balls to choose what really made me happy and what actually did fit my future plans. Study journalism. I’m not sure whether I want to just finish my bachelor here in Utrecht and start working or get my 1st year paper and move up to Uni. We’ll just see what happens I guess.

I don’t really love the Kardashians, never really have to be honest. I’ve never been a real fan of any artist in particular. I’ve always liked certain artists and famous people but never really to an extend where I would call myself a real fan. I’ve got loads of interests and they all hold a special place in my heart.

I am actually not single at the moment. It’s been a long road, but that one boy I fell in love with six years ago, is actually my boyfriend now. Mitchel. He's tall and very handsome, if I say so myself. Has blonde hair and his eyes are a mix of blue and grey. He lives pretty far away from my home town, so we always joke about the fact that we’re in a long distance relationship, even though he lives an hour away from my place in Utrecht. I really do love him very much.

My English has gotten a lot better and obviously my Dutch is still the same. I did try to learn Arabic a while ago but I just couldn’t get myself to pull through.

The fact I had the guts to say I wanted to be a veterinarian is absolutely mind blowing. I had this idea once and just had to put it in there. I can now say, that at the ripe age of eighteen years old, I really didn't know what I wanted to do with my life and just went with every impulse I had.

and yes I am still in transition.

I feel like saying I’m transgender doesn't cover the story I hold in my heart anymore. At eighteen I knew I didn't belong in my boy body but I didn't even know who I was as a person. I feel like in the past four years, so much has happened and I’ve come so far in becoming me (again). Returning to the person I was before I got so incredibly sad, has been a long and heavy road, but I'm happy with where I’m at now. I’ve got to meet so many amazing people and experience a lot of new things. At twenty-two years old I’m excited to really start living my life.

Shane.

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lazywonderlvnd · 4 years

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Hi, if you are still taking prompts; A magically powerful Harry not noticing that his magic does things to make Draco happy. This can be pre-relationship or established relationship. Like it starts of with his tea being exactly as he likes and always the right temperature. Then evolves to rooms changing colour or weather changing or people being unable to invade Draco’s personal space due to an invisible barrier or something ridiculous. Btw Draco doesn’t notice as well.

anon.....you really killed me w this one. i’ve been so emo over this wyugeahrwiw might end up writing smth longer tbh bc this concept is literally the only thing that matters to me!!!!!!! i hope u enjoy i had so much fun with it ❤️❤️❤️

“Harry, you do it. Please.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“We’re fucking watching something, Draco!”

“So just pause it!”

Harry grabs the pillow on his lap and slams it onto the sofa next to him. Hermione can see dust rise in its wake. He pauses the telly.

“Are you doing it?” Draco asks hopefully. Harry scowls at him.

“Well you won’t shut up until I do, will you?”

“Definitely not.”

Harry disappears into the kitchen and Draco sits there looking smug.

“It’s kind of sick how you get off on bossing him around,” says Ron, his tone one of simple observation. His fingers are idly playing with Hermione’s hair, but she doesn’t think he notices he’s doing it.

“If I’m not mean to him a few times a week I break out in a rash, Weasley,” Draco says blithely. “Besides, he makes it perfectly. I don’t know how he does it, it’s always exactly the right temperature and sweetness and all that. I s’pose his years as a house-elf for those Muggles gave him plenty of time to perfect the art.”

“You’re a twat,” says Ron. “And my mum makes tea better than him.”

“Well you’re just a pitiful little mummy’s boy, aren’t you, Weasley? We can hardly trust your opinion.”

“Hark who the hell’s talking,” Ron scoffs. “Least I’m not twenty-three and still calling my mum ‘mummy’ like the world’s biggest bloody ponce.”

Draco splutters but before he can retort Harry’s coming back into the room hovering four cups of tea that float placidly to each of them. Draco looks exactly like a satisfied cat as he takes his and Harry drops back down onto the sofa next to him. Not too close, but certainly not too far, either.

“Literally exquisite,” Draco declares after he’s taken a sip. Ron rolls his eyes.

“It’s just tea, Draco,” says Harry, and he grabs for the remote to turn the film back on. “You’re such a demanding little brat. Merlin’s fucking tits.”

But Draco looks happy and Harry looks suspiciously content as well. Ron turns to her and makes a silent gagging face. Hermione snorts and puts a finger to her lips. They’ve decided not to say anything yet.

“Wasn’t this place a lot … uglier last time?”

“What?” Harry says absently. He’s not listening — he’s got all his attention zeroed in on a stack of parchment he’s holding. They’d only barely dragged him along to lunch; earlier the captain of the English National Team had apparently owled him a great number of brand-new Quidditch plays and required Harry’s extensive thoughts and notes before their next practise, which was tomorrow morning.

“Uglier,” Draco says emphatically, and Ron mutters something she doesn’t catch. “Remember? The walls were that tragic egg-yolk colour.” He shivers. Hermione thinks it might have been an honest-to-god shiver of revulsion. She also thinks she knows what’s happened, even though the extent of it surprises her.

“Maybe someone heard you whingeing and changed it,” Ron apparently can’t stop himself from saying with a snigger. Hermione elbows him hard and he shoots her a glare, mouthing, he doesn’t know!

Harry would usually be the one to take the lead and get them a table when all four of them go out to eat together but today he’s too wrapped up in his Quidditch plays, so Ron steps forward and does it, which makes Hermione’s chest flutter pleasantly. He’d blush down to his bones if she ever said it aloud but he’s quite capable of being a leader in Harry’s absences.

“Whatever happened,” says Draco pointedly as they’re led to their table, “it’s a great bloody blessing, I was genuinely unsure I’d have the mental fortitude to survive another assault like that on my delicate senses. And, I mean, this —” he gestures to the walls, which are now an admittedly pleasing dark teal above a white trim “— is stunning. It’s my favourite colour.”

“Is it? So weird they picked your favourite colour completely by coincidence,” Ron says, and Hermione elbows him again. Draco notices nothing and neither does Harry, although he does finally set the plays aside once they’re seated at the table.

“Are you complaining about the wall colour again?” he asks drily. They would both be extremely displeased to know they sound like an old married couple. Draco snatches haughtily at the paper napkin on the table and unfolds it to place over his lap. The first time he’d ever done this at a regular, decidedly not upscale restaurant Ron had taken it upon himself to spend the entire meal adopting a posh accent to match Draco’s and saying things to the waiter like “Don’t you have crystal?” while holding up a glass cup full of Pepsi and then commenting “These aren’t real silver, you know” after making a show of inspecting the titanium utensils.

“I can complain about hideous design choices if I want to,” Draco tells Harry with his nose in the air. “Thankfully they’ve rectified it this time.”

On the other side of the restaurant, Hermione sees two employees talking, one of them gesturing at the wall with utter bewilderment. She doesn’t point it out.

“Twelve o’clock,” says Ron, nodding past Draco’s shoulder. “Some bloke staring you down hard, Malfoy.”

Draco looks excitedly behind him, but what Hermione takes more notice of is the way Harry’s face falls a little. She can’t help but wonder if he even realises it’s happened. She’s almost certain he’s aware of his feelings for Draco even though he still hasn’t said anything to her (and she’s been waiting months now, the effort of holding her tongue growing only more difficult by the day, and she knows Ron’s always seconds away from shouting at him) but she doesn’t think he knows how obvious he is. Draco doesn’t seem to know either, but she thinks that’s because Draco feels exactly the same way. She’d have called them morons, but she remembers too well how long it had taken her and Ron.

“What the fuck, Weasley,” Draco hisses, turning back around with a scowl that makes Ron laugh and Harry perk up again a little bit. “He looks like he hasn’t washed his hair in weeks.”

“Now, now,” says Ron, “mustn’t judge books by their greasy covers.”

“Then you go shag him if you think he’s so fit.”

“Maybe I will,” Ron says airily, as if he really is considering it, and Hermione can’t help chuckling and kissing his cheek. Then his expression changes to one of wicked amusement, which makes all of them look round to see the bloke coming their way. Hermione glances at Harry to find that — oh yes, he looks flustered and vaguely upset.

“Hullo,” says the greasy bloke to Draco as he comes up beside him at their table. He’s really not terrible-looking, but if she’s learned anything about Draco in the last couple years it’s that his standards amount to models and Harry Potter, so this man has almost no chance.

“Hello,” Draco drawls, reminding her fiercely of his younger self at Hogwarts. “I’m not interested.”

“Right little narcissistic bugger, aren’t you?” the man says. And now, finally, he’s begun to look as revolting to Hermione as he’d done initially to Draco — a repellent personality can do that. “Maybe I just wanted to come and have a chat.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at any of the rest of us?” Ron asks, sounding halfway between amused still and a little put off.

“Can you leave, please?” Draco interjects, cringing away from the man encroaching slowly on his personal space. And suddenly, as he looks on the verge of antagonising Draco further, he shifts his feet and slips, landing right on his bum with a yell of surprise. All four of them get to their feet to see, but there doesn’t seem to be any liquid or even slimy food for him to have tripped on.

“The fuck ...?” the man says, getting back to his feet. But when he moved towards Draco, he only slips again, on absolutely nothing at all. Something clicks and Hermione looks at Harry: he seems as confused as anyone else (if obviously pleased).

She looks at Ron then, who catches her eye and lifts his brows like he’s thinking the same thing.

Draco’s suitor gets up once more and steadies himself, looking a bit dazed. Some deep animal instinct seems to tell him to stop trying, and with a wary glance at Draco he finally leaves.

“Well that was a bit of a fucking scene,” says Harry. Draco, coming out of his own startled daze, laughs.

“Yeah,” Ron says sarcastically, “wonder what could’ve possibly happened.”

“I really thought it was going to rain,” Draco mopes where he’s standing at the window. It’s grey outside but it definitely doesn’t look like rain and Draco appears so upset about it that Hermione actually feels badly, even though she’s quite glad for the clear weather.

“Just shut the curtains,” Ron suggests from his place on the floor. He’s sorting through Harry’s collection of VHS tapes, trying to decide on a good Halloween movie. Not that he’s ever seen any of them, and Hermione suspects he’ll end up choosing whichever cover he likes best.

“It’s not the same!” Draco wails. “The thunder and lightning is all part of it, you uncultured pillock! The atmosphere is all wrong.”

“It’ll be just as good when we shut off all the lights and draw the curtains,” she assures him, but it doesn’t remove the look of disappointment from his face. It’s a pouty sort of thing that echoes the brattiness of his youth; she imagines a five-or-six-year-old Draco giving his parents similar looks when he wasn’t getting what he wanted.

At that moment the front door opens and Harry walks in carrying two grocery bags, one of which contains alcohol, which Hermione can tell by the way the plastic is bulging around the cans.

“The fuck are you all doing here?” he says by way of greeting.

“You said eight o’clock, fuckhead,” Ron tells him without looking up. “But it’s fine, I’ve had time to pick a film and Malfoy’s had time to moan about the weather.”

“What’s wrong with the weather?”

“I wanted a storm!”

At that exact moment, a flash of lightning lights up the sky behind Harry where he hasn’t even closed the door yet. Seconds later a downpour begins, and then there’s a rolling crash of thunder.

Hermione’s eyes widen and once more she finds Ron’s gaze, who looks about as shocked as she feels. Draco, meanwhile, has his hands over his mouth and looks like a child on Christmas morning.

For the first time since his magic had begun picking up on Draco’s wishes and granting them of seemingly its own accord, Hermione sees Harry look suspicious. He peers behind him at the storm suddenly raging outside his house before slowly closing the door. When he turns back he looks directly at Hermione, who looks away quickly.

They set up the food Harry had gotten — all kinds of Halloween-themed sweets — and once everyone has their drinks (“Make mine,” Draco tells Harry, “you do it best”) and is comfortable on the two sofas in the room (Harry and Draco are, as usual, as close to each other as they can get without actually touching) they start the movie: The Thing, which Harry swears is one of the greatest horror films of all time.

Funny thing is, an hour and a half into it she looks over and, with a jolt, realises the two of them are kissing half-covered beneath a blanket. She elbows Ron, who positively beams when he notices.

“Fucking finally, dear sweet Merlin,” he whispers, the sound muffled by the continued rain and thunder. “I nearly hit him upside the head when he made it rain, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shh!” Hermione hisses, though she’s smiling. “They’ll hear you. We’ll rag him about it tomorrow.”

A soft sound of laughter comes from the other sofa that Hermione identifies as Draco’s, and when she risks another peek after a moment she sees that Harry has a hand on Draco’s jaw, and that he’s smiling.

#anna writes #this prompt rly sent me into a tailspin of emotion #Anonymous

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justvibewith · 3 years

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Surprise Visit

Summary: You are a nursing student who just survive a hell week and you missed your husband, Wonwoo who is a doctor at a hospital in another state. Why not surprise him with a visit? Definitely a surprise visit that contains a whole drama.

Genre: fluff, a bit of suggestive (?), angst (more like a verbal fight tho)

Characters: Doctor Wonwoo x Female OC

Word Count: 3052

A/N: Hi! I’m a new writer and I only write for Seventeen atm. The name is Angel or you can call me Ella. English is my second language, so hopefully explain why writing is so bad. I used to write before but I had a writing block for over 3-4 years. Recently, I’m trying to train myself to write again. So I hope that all of you could give me some feedback or might challenge me to write some stories~ All of things happen on the story are fiction and some are real life experience. Enjoy!

"Finally, the hell week is over '' Hana lay her head down on the table. It was called hell week for a reason since the students had to take their final exam while also completing their practicals at the hospital. This is the week where a lot of students stay up, cry and stress together. Hana was also one of the students that pulled an all-nighter. To make it worse, she was not feeling herself. For a positive ball of energy like her, it’s unusual for that to happen.`I'm craving drinks, man. I wanna get drunk.." Siyeon said as she sat next to Hana with her iced americano. "Should we? Hana, you wanna go out tonight?" Jinjoo looked excited as she poked Hana. "I'm tired.." Hana mumbled from her arm. "That is why we should go out.." Jinjoo pouted as she tried to persuade her best friend. Hana sits up and drinks her iced tea in a daze. "Earth down to you, Hana. Are you good?" Jinjoo squeezed her friend's hand. "It must be about your husband, is it?" Siyeon guessed correctly which made Hana pouted. She looked at her sparkling wedding band on her ring finger. Jeon Wonwoo is Hana's husband and also a neurosurgeon at Seoul University Hospital. But currently, both of them are in a long-distance relationship since they are working and studying in different states. "How did you know?" Hana questioned, making Siyeon snicker. "It is so obvious, woman.." Hana pouted as she twirls the ring on her finger. Jinjoo looked at her best friend with a beaming smile. "How about you go and visit him? You know, give him a cute surprise~" Immediately, Hana's eyes lit up at the idea. “I mean, we already started our break. It doesn’t hurt for you to spend your time with your husband,” Siyeon encouraged her friend with a smile.

Hana was preparing her luggage when her phone rang. It is Wonwoo, who face-timed her. Hana scrambled, panicked before jumping on the bed to make it look like she did nothing. "Hi, baby. How are you?" Wonwoo's deep and gentle voice soothes Hana. She could make out that Wonwoo was also having a busy day judging by the tired smile on his face. Not only that, he was still wearing his white coat and his black thin-rimmed glasses subtly covered his dark eye bags. "Survived hell week. How are you? I missed you so much.." Hana beamed at the screen. "Miss you too, honey. Well, I had a few surgeries and I am also on call tonight, which is not fun. Have you eaten yet?" Hana nodded. "I did.. Take a quick nap okay? you look so tired, babe. Take care of your health too, if you are sick, how are you gonna take care of your patient?" Hana nagged her husband. "Yes, I understand, Mrs Jeon." He giggled. "I missed you so much.." Hana spoke softly. "Come here then.." Wonwoo grinned as he stretched. "Oh, I will. Just wait~" He laughed at her cute face scrunched.

"Who did you call?" Wonwoo turned to look at his fellow surgeon, Kwon Soon Young who pushed the door open. He came in with a cup of ramen with Jihoon, tagging along behind him. "My wife.." Wonwoo stood up and took a seat near the men as Jihoon put his ramen on the table. "You are married?" Sooyoung shouted. He was so shocked. He can’t believe this cold and stoic-looking man is already married. Soonyoung’s mind is revving to spill the tea about Wonwoo’s secret marriage to Seungkwan and Seokmin, the friendly nurses that he is close with. "It's obvious. He didn’t even hide that he is married. He even has his wife's picture in his locker and on his phone lock screen.Oh, I've met her once too," Jihoon said as he slurped the noodles. "Wait, am I the only person who didn't know? Can I meet her? Please?" Wonwoo sighed at his friend's persistence.

Wonwoo was finishing his round when he approached the nurses and doctors that he’s close with. "The infamous Jeon Wonwoo. Come and join us.." Yoon Jeonghan, the pediatric doctor called him. "We are talking about going out for dinner together tonight. I know your shift is gonna end today, so join us." Another pediatric doctor, Mingyu, excitedly urged him. "Mrs Jung, do you seriously agree with these nasty boys?" Wonwoo turned and asked the oldest nurse who is like his mom in the hospital, Mrs Jung. "I can't decline if someone is gonna buy me food and drinks. Doctor Min Ah Ra and Nurse Han Seo Jin are also going, so at least there are more women added to the party." She smiled. "I mean Doctor Min Ji seems very interested in you~You both would suit each other very much" Nurse Han Seo Jin wriggled her eyebrow at Wonwoo. Wonwoo looked very uncomfortable at the mention. Doctor Ah Ra is known for her straightforwardness in work and her love life. She always goes all out. Yesterday, she even bought him and Jihoon coffee and cakes. Even before that, she would always buy him food and sit near him. It’s not like he didn’t drop hints that he is not interested but in fact, he always declined and avoided her. Somehow, she didn't get it or she was just being persistent. "Should I be upfront and tell her that I'm married?" He thought. Sensing his discomfort, Mrs Jung said "I don't think that Doctor wonwoo think Doctor Ah Ra that way." Jeonghan also jumped to save him, "I guess it's true that Wonwoo is not interested in anyone.Oh, great news! Soonyoung and Jihoon said that they are going to join us too. This is going to be more merrier!"

Hana was very happy when she arrived at his apartment. When she entered the house, she smiled. The house was very clean despite being a bit dusty. "He must be very busy.." Hana cleaned his house and even stocked his fridge with food. She can't wait for him to come back home. After doing all the chores,she texted him to ask when he is available so she could call him, in order for her to know when he is going to go home. "Sorry babe, I'm going out to eat with the team. Might be home around midnight though." He spoke softly. "Well, I miss you.." He chuckled. "If you want me to call you around midnight, sure~" Hana laughed as she snuggled in his bed. "Well, it's okay. We can talk tomorrow.." He sighed when he heard his name "sorry babe, duty calls.." She smiled. "Take care babe, love you.." He whispered. "Love you too darling". After the phone call, Hana pouted, thinking what she should do to kill some time. " Well, I should go shopping and eat great food.." She grinned as she searched for the restaurants that are popular in that area.

Not only SoonYoung and Jihoon follow them but the nurses, Seokmin and Seungkwan also joined the team. They were having bbq and enjoying the meat. "You know, I'm glad my children are older now. I can enjoy going out with you youngsters without stress." Mrs Jung laughed happily as she ate a piece of meat. "This is so good!" Seokmin sighed happily. Wonwoo nodded as he munched on his food. Doctor Ah Ra, like always, would stick near him. "Here a wrap. Says ahh..'' she tries to feed him a wrap. Wonwoo put his hand in front of him "it's okay. You should eat it.." Jeonghan and Jihoon looked at each other and sipped at their shots, at the awkward drama. Before nurse seojin can try to be a wing woman, Mrs Jung speaks out. "I guess we should play a game.. I really wanna see all of you youngsters play the game truth or dare without dare.. I'm too old for dare.." All of them laughed at her joke.

Hana grinned happily as she walked into the BBQ shop. "Hi, can I have a seat for a person.." The waitress nodded and brought her to a seat. "I'm sorry to inform you that the set comes for 2 people," she smiled at the waitress. "It's okay.., '' she grinned at the waitress. The waitress nodded at her before sitting her down at an empty table. Hana was looking around the BBQ restaurants when a group of people caught her eyes. They were laughing at one of the women's jokes. "I should invite Siyeon and Jinjoo here.." She pouted as she looked at her phone. However, the guy who sits at the edge of the table looked very familiar which made her double take. She looked up again to see the man,clearly. Lo and behold, it's her husband. She quickly ducks her head, hiding her face. "Oh no! I'm going to be caught."

"Which department doctor do you hate so much?" Jihoon asked the oldest nurse. "We all know Mr Kang Ho Jun from the cardiology department. That man is annoying!" Mr Jung huffed. All of them laugh. "Yup I can't deny it." Jeonghan sighed, taking a shot. "So now let us turn the bottle.." It landed on Doctor Ah Ra. "Who is your ideal type amongst the doctors and why?" Nurse Seojin asked her. "My ideal type is doctor wonwoo. He is tall, handsome, and great at his work..." Everyone just wooed at her responses. Wonwoo wants to focus on the game despite his annoyance but the lady at the table in front of him caught his eyes. She was ducking her head awkwardly with a menu in her hands. He narrowed his eyes at the ring on her ring finger that looked awfully familiar. Then, he saw one of the waitresses come to her table. That is when she dropped the menu to talk with the waitress. She looked very hurried."Wonwoo it's your turn." He looked at them. "Huh?" Nurse Seojin goes again. "What nickname would you give to doctor Ji A?" Wonwoo's eyes travelled back to the familiar woman at the table in front and when the waitress moved, both of him and her eyes met. "Baby!"

"Baby!" When Hana's eyes met Wonwoo, she knew she was busted. She waves awkwardly. Wonwoo spoke briefly at them before standing up and walked towards her. Before she said anything, he immediately hugged her. "Umm... Surprised..?" She giggled." When did you arrive?" He looked at her, grinning happily. "This afternoon..." He barked a laugh, "so when you called me earlier.." Hana grinned "I was on your bed.." Wonwoo shakes his head at her and leads her to his table. She looked at the people nervously. Not even wonwoo's hand behind her could soothe her nerves."Guys, this is my wife, Hana. Hana, this is my friend and colleague." She bowed to them "hello, I'm Hana, wonwoo's wife. Thank you for taking care of him while he is working at the hospital." Jeonghan waves "we met again, Hana..." Jihoon also put his hand's up, saying hi to her as they met before.

Hana sat next to Wonwoo. The woman next to him look at her with unreadable expression. "I never know you were married!" Seungkwan bellowed. "I thought everybody knows.. Mrs Jung knows too.. " wonwoo said as his hand wandered behind Hana's back. "How was your internship?" Jeonghan smiled at her. "It was great. I learned a lot at the hospital.." Hana mused. "No wonder wonwoo hides her. She is so pretty..." Soonyoung's word makes Hana hides her face to his side. “You are studying nurse, right? I hope I can work with you in the future,” Mrs Jung smiled fondly at her. “ I hope she can do her job very well then,” the woman next to her rudely. All of the people at the table looked uncomfortable at her statement. “ Oh! Since you never met us formally, this is Nurse Han Seo Jin and Doctor Ah Ra. Both of them worked in neurosurgery too,” Hana nodded in understanding and turned to Doctor Ah Ra. “It’s nice to meet you,” Doctor Ah Ra rolled her eyes and just nodded as she drinks her soju.

Doctor Ah Ra keeps drinking her soju which makes all the people at the table become very nervous. The thing about doctor Ah Ra is, she is very outspoken but she can be much worse when she’s drunk. “ How did you guys meet?” Hana looked at Doctor Ah Ra. “Oh, we were in the same school,” Doctor Ah Ra hummed. “So, you become a nurse because he is a doctor?” before Hana could retort her reason to be a nurse. “Are you stupid? You think that you can date while working if you do that?” Doctor Ah Ra snickered. Hana frowned. She doesn’t understand why this woman is attacking her. “I did not become a nurse because my husband is a doctor. I don’t get why you insinuate things, Doctor Ah Ra.” Doctor Ah Ra laughed bitterly. “I don’t get it. Why does he like you? Because you are cute? We all know cute girls are the most foxy ones. You are not even that pretty.” The others were rendered speechless by Doctor Ah Ra’s words. Hana could sense Wonwoo is heated with Doctor Ah Ra’s statement. “ Doctor Ah Ra, I think you should get home now. You drank too much..” His voice is low and serious. “ I don’t get it. Why don’t you like me back? I don’t care if you are married, you should be with me,” Hana was heated with Ah Ra’s childish words. “Are you even hearing what comes out of your mouth?” Doctor Ah Ra laughed. “Look, a lot of guys left their wife for me. It’s not my fault that they want me. Jeon Wonwoo, I don’t understand what is so attractive about her. Her look is just basic, and I doubt she is that intelligent-” The sudden bang shocked everyone. “ I don’t mind if you insult me but don’t insult my wife. You have crossed the line, Doctor Ah Ra. Excuse us, it is better for both of us to retire for the night. I’m sorry everyone,” Wonwoo stood up and gathered their things. Hana looked at the others, feeling bad for ruining their dinner. “I’m sorry for this Doctor Jeon,” Mrs. Jung looked at him, feeling guilty. He shook his head, “ No, It’s not your fault, Mrs.Jung. See you guys tomorrow,”

“Are you okay,Wonwoo?” Hana sat down next to Wonwoo on the couch. “ I can’t believe Doctor Ah Ra has the nerve to say all of that. I thought that I didn’t drop hints that I was married and uninterested in her. It seems like she was ignoring those hints all along,” Wonwoo sighed. He used to feel so guilty when Doctor Ah Ra made moves on him, even though he, with the help of his other friends, did drop hints to her that he was uninterested and married. “It’s not your fault. It’s not like you give her false hope or anything. Some people choose to ignore things for their own happiness,” “Are you not mad or anything?” “ Why would I be angry about something that you can’t control? It’s not your fault that she falls for you. To be honest, I couldn’t get angry at her for falling for you but I am angry at her for not understanding boundaries,” Wonwoo hummed in understanding. “Anyway-” Hana quickly jumped on him, covering his face and neck with kisses. Wonwoo hauled in laughter. “You really miss me huh?” Hana kissed on the tip of his nose before answering. “ Of course. Who wouldn’t miss their husband, especially someone as hot as you?” Wonwoo grinned before flipping her on the couch. “Well, I guess I should give you all those loving that I missed during our last meeting,”

“ Someone’s glowing,” Mrs. Jung grinned when she spotted Wonwoo walking to their circle. “I guess you have a good night,” Jeonghan lifted his eyebrow, teasing Wonwoo, making the man groan. “ Did he fu-” before the words leave Soonyoung’s mouth, Jihoon shoved the rice cakes into his mouth. “ Have some rice cakes, I brought when I was out of town for conference meeting,” Doctor Seungcheol from cardiology department pat Wonwoo’s back. “I heard about yesterday’s tea. I hope you will be fine today,” he smiled to assure Wonwoo. Before Wonwoo could say anything, Doctor Ah Ra made way for him. “ Doctor Jeon, can I talk to you for a minute?”. Wonwoo nodded before making her way to her office. “Have a seat,” She offered when they got into her office. “I’m fine. What is it?” He spoke coldly. Doctor Ah Ra sighed before apologizing. “ I apologize for yesterday. I guess I’m not good at handling things,” Wonwoo nodded without saying anything. “ I also hope to apologize to your wife directly. It was low on me for blowing my anger at her,” Wonwoo nodded before opening his mouth. “ I accept your apology. I hope we can work like before without any personal feeling attached,” . Hana was surprised when Doctor Ah Ra apologized to her directly when she was having lunch with Wonwoo. “ It is fine. I accept your apology,” she smiled softly at the woman. “ What I did was very wrong, so I am very sorry once again,” said Doctor Ah Ra before she dismissed herself. “ Did she really apologize?” Jeonghan ran and sat near the couple. “Yeah, why?” Wonwoo spoke as he finished chewing his food. “ Very surprised because she has a reputation,” Hana nodded, “ What reputation?” Wonwoo immediately cut, “ No need to worry baby,” Jihoon and Soonyoung came and sat at their table. “ Baby? Gross,” Jihoon snorted as he took a sip of his coke. Soonyoung grinned at Hana “ Hi, we meet again. I have a lot of questions to ask you,” Hana laughed at the man. “ Yeah, ask away” Soonyoung giggled when he got the approval before typing in his Tiger cased phone. “ Does Wonwoo love skinship?” Hana giggled before grinning deviously. “ He does look cold but he loves skinship. He is a very romantic guy despite his looks,” All of the boys wooed at the shy man who’s gaze was straight on his food. “ Ewww, tell me more!” Jihoon giggled.

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