#he emptied my actual box of it into the bin. all i have left is like. the stuff that wasn't in the box
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my dad threw out my doll furniture :(
#cookie talks#negativity#not all of it but most of it#he emptied my actual box of it into the bin. all i have left is like. the stuff that wasn't in the box#i know it's not that big a deal i still have some left but I'm sad about it so#at least they still have beds#Ä#i want to confront him about it but he'll get mad#cus i knoww I'm too old to be playing with dolls#I talked to my mum but she just said i can make some myself#and i know that but I've had that stuff since i was two#and that meant a lot to me#+ my car i got from Santa :(
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A special sort of craving 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Lloyd Hansen
Summary: A stranger appears at your cafe and leaves you unsettled.
Part of the Backwood AU
Note: I found this in my docs and then I was like this could be an AU and people will hate me but here we are. I am heavily considering adding at least one other character to the AU bc I have an idea I don’t think i’ll ever get to full length with.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
The man finishes his pie and milk. You continue on busying yourself with tasks you've already done. You don't want to welcome any more conversation with this stranger. He belches and pats his stomach loudly.
"Delicious," he comments as the chair legs scrape on the floor.
"Oh, glad you enjoyed it, sir," you look over the counter as you work at shuffling the pastries from oldest to newest in the display.
"Mmhmm," he hums emphatically, "so, do I get table service or..."
You hide your chagrin behind a smile and close the back of the display, "of course."
You push through the little swinging door and come out to gather up his empty dishes. He watches you as you do your best not to acknowledge that fact. You just want him gone so it's quiet again. Usually, you'd mourn the lack of business but you don't welcome his.
"So, your husband must be the numbers guy, huh? Handling all the heavy duty work?" He intones as he bends his arms behind his head and stretches.
"No," you say as you back away.
"No.... what? He doesn't do your accounting or no you don't have a husband?"
"It's my business. I manage it," you insist.
"Right," he drops his arms and shifts on the seat, "think I should get a coffee for the road. Long way back to The Grove."
"Of course," you retreat behind the counter and set the dishes in the bin for washing. "Which roast?"
He clicks his tongue, "hmph, you're... very attentive. That husband sure is a lucky man." He stands and dusts off his shirt, "I'll take the rest of that cherry pie too."
You nod and face him, "what size and roast?" You prompt again.
"Light roast, large-- hold up, actually, I'll take an americano. I could use the pep."
"Sure," you slide off a tall cup from the stack and go to work.
He watches you, his gaze bearing down as hotly as the steam of the hot water. You fill his cup and return to the till to ring him up. You punch in the amount for the espresso and what's left of the pie. He taps his fingers on the counter, a fifty folded between his knuckles. He holds it out and you go to take it as the drawer snaps open. He hangs on to it, keeping you in a tug-of-war.
"Keep the change. You earned it," he winks.
"Oh, that's too generous," you say.
"I can be," he smirks.
He lets go and you count out his change. He sighs and leans on the counter, "I said keep it, honey bun."
"Really, it's too much--"
"Can't be making much in this place," he says, "go on, buy yourself something pretty."
You look at him, scrunching up your lips with a gulp. You drop his change in the tip jar. He scoffs in victory.
You pack up the pie and slide it across to him. He clings to your every move as he blows over the cup of coffee. He grabs a lid and clicks it on.
"I'll save a piece for you," he promises, "in case you change your mind."
He takes the box and winks. He struts to the door and balances the cup on the flat box as he lets himself out into the street. You chew your lip and quickly turn your attention to the counter. Those city types just stick out like a sore thumb.
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The routine of your work quickly wipes the strange encounter from your mind. Early mornings filled with steam and the scent of cinnamon swirl by in a cloud. Melinda helps set out that day’s pies as you put on the coffee to brew. There’s usually an opening rush, as much as you get in a place like this.
Eden and Frigga enter with a jingle of the bell above and you greet them with a smile. They always come on Friday. You already have their order started as Melinda cashes them out. An oat latte with vanilla and cinnamon for Eden and simple black tea for Frigga. And a peach crumble to go, her first son’s favourite, Frigga proclaims each time.
That morning, however, she surprises you with a different comment. A question.
“Darling,” she stops you at the window as she grasps the wire handles of the paper bag, “are you available tomorrow night?”
“Pardon?” You bat your lashes in surprise.
“I’m sorry for my abruptness,” she touches the collar of her crisp white blouse coyly as Eden inhales the smell of her latte. “We’re having a special dinner and you did such a marvelous job last yule.”
“A dinner?” You wonder, “I suppose I could ask Carla if she can pick up an extra shift.”
“That’s wonderful. Apologies for short notice. It’s only we have an unexpected guest at the hotel, she does have particular tastes and it’s Thor’s birthday. He wants to celebrate. I have a list,” she sifts around in her handbag, “I may have been a touch presumptuous. He’s hoping for a cheesecake, rather than sponge. Oh and the younger one, he said it’s too rich so some of your shortbread shall do for the dissidents.”
“Right,” you accept the piece of paper as she unfolds it. It wafts with perfume as you read her elegant cursive. “I should be able to do most of it. I’ll need to do a run for some of the savoury ingredients… what time?”
“Oh if you could arrive at three or four, that would allow for set up and some last minute details. Oh, could you also make sure you and your little helpers wear red? Thank you so much, dear,” she reaches into her handbag again, “a deposit, of course.”
She hands you a check, signed by her husband. You’ll have to take this to the bank but you won’t mention the trouble to her. You smile and tell her you’ll figure it out. She claims her tea and crumble and sets off with Eden on their weekly excursion.
“I can’t do Saturday. Husband’s mother’s comin’ round,” Melinda says over the till as you approach her, “Carla was talkin’ about some party too.”
You frown and chew your lip. You suppose you could ask Katherine. She’s always eager to help, even with her meagre two shifts a week.
“Right, no problem,” you smile, “nothing you need to worry about.”
“I can help with some prep today. Do some shopping with Carla’s in for the afternoon.”
“Sounds good,” you fold up the list and the check and tuck it into your apron.
You grab a receipt and start on the next order. It’s a single tea latte; the blueberry oat. You go through the motions and bring it to the counter, calling out the item. A woman you’ve seen around sways as she sends a glance to a man still in line. You don’t recognise him, another new face. She shies away as he returns her gaze and she quickly scurries to claim her drink.
She gives a tiny wave as she comes up, “um, sorry, er, to eavesdrop,” she murmurs and you lean in to hear her, “if you need some help, I could do some… stuff.”
“Oh, uh…”
“Just for the night?” She pleads, “sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, no, that’s nice,” you assure her, “you live with your grandmother, right? Up behind the ridge.”
“Yeah,” she squeaks, “we could use the money.”
“Sure, not many jobs to go around in Hammer Ford,” you sniff, “can you be here for one?”
“Uh,” she peeks over again at the man by the register. The way he watches her makes you uneasy.
“Yeah,” she answers shakily, “I’ll be here. Thank you so much.”
“You know what, we have a special on, how about you sit and have a scone,” you offer.
“Um…”
“You got a far way back, you should enjoy your latte,” you insist, eyeing that man again.
“Okay,” she agrees easily. Too easily. That man is listening, he must notice that as well.
“You go sit down and I’ll bring you the scone,” you smile again, “if you stick around, we can chat a bit about tomorrow when it slows down.
“Oh, yeah, makes sense,” she accepts, “thank you so much.”
She turns and awkwardly moves around another customer. She weaves her way to the corner and sits at a table alone, cradling her cup daintily. You’ll have to keep her in the kitchen.
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Prompts 8 and 14 with Poly lost boys? (If not Poly, I’ll be good with any of them-)
8. Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!
14. Are you alright?
Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this!💜
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The house was quiet. Maria had gone off to work at the videostore, and Shelly had gone out to meet with her boyfriend Greg. Normally, I would have put some music on, doing some chores or making some art now that they were gone. But not today. I woke up feeling off. I had hoped that after some breakfast and some coffee, it would be over, but alas, it only got worse. So that's why I found myself lying on the couch, with the remote control of the telly in my hand. I still hadn't put it on, knowing that the sound - no matter how soft it could be - would only worsen the headache I had.
I closed my eyes as I felt another pang of pain flashing through my head. The headache had been there all day, but now it was slowly but surely turning into a splitting headache. I knew I couldn't ignore it any longer and made my way to the kitchen. Somewhere, in one of the cabinets, I was certain I'd have a package with aspirin. I sighed as I entered the kitchen, seeing the dirty dishes piling out of the sink. The remains of our lunch were lying on the kitchen island. It was a mess. Normally, I wouldn't mind cleaning it up, but now, the thought alone made me want to cry. God, I felt sick.
I opened the cupboard, realising that the package I had had been used up by my housemates. The only thing left of it was the empty box. I sighed as I threw it in the bin, deciding that I'd have to go to the drugstore. I got dressed in some comfortable yet more appropriate clothing - I didn't want to go outside in my pyjamas - and put my shoes on. After locating my keys on the dining room table, I headed outside - only to return to put a jacket on. It was surprisingly cold outside.
As I walked down the street, I was a little relieved to realise that the sun was setting already. It meant that my boyfriends would be going to the boardwalk soon. As much as the idea of being in a brightly lit, loud space didn't appeal to me, the idea of being with them and near them did.
The door to the drugstore opened with a soft tinkle as I pushed it open, the bell above the door signalling my presence. It was quiet inside, the only other customer an old lady. I greeted her quietly before searching the aisles for what I needed. I didn't pay attention when I heard the bell ring, nor did I pay attention to the space around me. So, when I found the brand I needed, and made a move to grab it, I bumped into someone.
"Oh my god, I'm so-"
"Shit, you look like shit babe!" I looked up and saw that I had bumped into Marko. I gave him a watery smile.
"I kind of feel like it, I think it hay-fever or something."
Marko nodded, his hand resting on my forehead to check my temperature. "I think it's a bit more than that."
"Fever?"
"Yeah, a bit. Come on," he took the medicine I wanted and walked towards the checkout. "You're staying with us tonight."
"Weren't you going to the boardwalk?"
"You're more important. Santa Carla won't forget who owns the place if we don't show up one night."
I nodded, taking a deep breath. It was suddenly really warm inside. "What were you doing here?"
"Paul's been complaining about a lack of liquorice in the cave."
"He really likes that stuff?"
"Apparently. We can't all be perfect," he paid for the liquorice and the aspirin, also asking for a bottle of water. He grabbed our stuff, opening the door for me. Once we were outside, I stopped walking for a moment, taking some deep breaths.
"Are you alright?"
I shook my head slightly. " 'm feeling a little faint."
"Go and sit down, alright?" He handed me the bottle of water and the aspirin. "Have you eaten today?"
I shrugged as I took a sip. "Wasn't hungry."
"You actually got the liquorice!" I looked up as I saw Paul appearing out of thin air in front of me. "And you got our gir- Jesus, you look like shit."
I nodded, feeling a little less faint than before. I heard the loud rumble of motorcycles, and I knew that Dwayne and David were also here now. I looked up, smiling tiredly as David walked towards me.
"Hey."
"Hey darlin'," he helped me stand up, looking me over as I did. I felt myself tremble a little. Maybe Marko was right, and this was more than allergies. "Let's get you home. Do you think you can hold on?"
I nodded, climbing on the back of his bike, and holding on to him tightly.
"We need some food, see if there's a store open so you can get her some fruit and bread and such."
"Sure thing. Is there anything you'd like?" Paul looked at me, and I shook my head. He nodded, kissing me softly on my forehead before driving off. Marko handed Dwayne the stuff we'd just bought, saying he'd be home shortly. He had to feed. Dwayne drove next to us, both David and him driving slower than usual. I was glad they did, mainly because their usual driving style was close to nauseating. Besides, with them driving slower, the chances of me gliding off were slimmer. I closed my eyes for a bit, a sudden tiredness overwhelming me.
"Don't fall asleep, love."
" 'm not." I mumbled, holding on a little tighter.
"We're almost home, then you can sleep all you want."
Dwayne was true to his word. Less than five minutes later, we stopped at the edge of the cliff leading towards the cave. Without a word, Dwayne lifted me up, carrying me in his arms down the stairs and into the lobby of the sunken hotel.
"Couch or bed?"
"Couch," I said softly, trying to stiffle a yawn, "Don't want to be alone."
"Alright, love."
He carefully laid me down on the couch, taking some pillows from Star's bed to make sure I was comfortable. David brought me the blanket I normally used while staying here, a thick and soft fabric covering the whole thing. I mumbled a soft thank you.
"How long have you been feeling sick?" David asked, crouching down next to me, brushing some hair out of my face.
"Since this morning."
"It's probably just a cold or a flu. Is the aspirin helping?"
"A little, I guess?"
He gave me a soft smile, getting up. I closed my eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness before sleep finally came.
I don't know how much time passed before I woke up, but when I did, I could hear an annoyed Dwayne hiss something at Paul and Marko.
"Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!"
"Ah shit, sorry, babe!" Paul whisper yelled at me, causing me to sleepily open my eyes.
" 's okay," I nodded, looking at them.
"I know you said you didn't want anything from the store, but I also brought you some cookies and chocolate."
I smiled tiredly, wincing as I felt my headache return. "Thank you, hon."
"If you're not feeling better tomorrow, we could give you some blood to speed up the healing process?" Marko offered. I bit my lip, not knowing whether I'd like that or not. I did feel sick, but to drink blood? "Just think about it, alright?"
"Yeah."
He smiled before looking outside. The sky was turning a bright red. He went to the back of the cave, climbing through the liftshaft. Dwayne and Paul followed. I pulled my blanket closer against me, curling up, when I felt a pair of arms lifting me up.
"Hm?"
"We're staying with you today, sweetheart."
" 's nice," I mumbled sleepily, already dosing off as he brought me to the bedroom. I was asleep before I even hit the pillow, my boys surrounding me, making sure I'd be okay.
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Berliner Mauer
Michael Kaiser x Fem reader
tw: mentions of abuse, sex, controlling, gaslighting i think
Clopp. Clopp. The raindrops fell on the window. The sun has already set, as you were packing your suitcase and sorting things into boxes.
Why did you agree to this? How could you agree to this? You can still leave. There's still some time before he comes home. You can make a run for it. You can quietly get on a bus, go to a random location and start a new life. Without him. Without any of this.
You stared at your carefully folded clothes in the suitcase. Then you looked around the seemingly empty room. The only things that were left were the mattress, the closet and the huge pile of personal belongings you had to go through in the next six hours. You glanced at the backpack you've already packed.
Your heart sank. You don't want to leave. You can't leave.
As you opened the bag the trigger of the night fell out.
Certificate of attainment of successful language exam.
language: German
level: b2
Goethe Institut Tokyo
Tears started to roll down your cheeks faster than ever. Your throat tightened as you gasped for air. You can't do this. No. It's impossible.
What's a Japanese girl to do in Germany of all places?
It was his demand. One day he just came home. Handed you a book with a phone number. Learn german. Make it quick. Get at least a b2 in four months. We're moving to Berlin.
You sobbed as the memories resurfaced. His blue eyes darting through you. His knuckles clenched as you stuttered your concerns out before he hit you for the first (but not the last)
Michael Kaiser. Football prodigy and toxic boyfriend.
Michael Kaiser the man who's ruining your life yet again. As you sobbed through the events of the past months you heard the front door creaking open.
He finished practice early.
"Liebe! Ich bin zu Hause angekommen! Liebe? Wo bist du?"
"Don't speak German, I beg of you" you started to sob even more. You heard his footsteps coming closer and closer before he entered the room.
"Oh Liebe... Are you sad about having to leave? It's going to be okay my. dear you speak German good. You'll be able to make it!" he tried to brush it off.
"No" you continued with the tears. "You're so cold with me. German sucks. I'm an Asian girl, not knowing shit about Europe. I'll have to marry you for a visa. I don't want to be there"
"Oh, Liebe.." he kneeled next to you. "You'll be okay. I understand it is hard to... Leave your home but I promise you'll love Berlin. It's similar... to Tokyo"
"Really?" your eyes sparked up.
"Of course! and don't forget that you can already speak so much German and your degree also uncommon and looked for in Germany."
"I-i understand but still... It's.. still scary"
"You'll be fine" he started to lose his temper.
"But... what if..."
"Shut the fuck up!" he suddenly yelled and shoved you before standing up. "Listen I can't listen to your sorry ass! Uuu, just a Japanese little girl, nobody fucking cares! You should've achieved a better level, you should've picked an actual degree so you wouldn't have to rely on me! So continue packing your shit! We're getting on that dang plane. Now if you excuse me. One of us here is actually earning money and paying all your expenses. And he'd like to have a shower before I show you mein Schwanz one last time in your fucked up country! Before we leave for the paradise. " he hurried off immediately.
Your sobs took up again as the incident of the wall of Berlin came to your head. You'll be trapped in the part of Berlin Michael wants you to see. The life he wants you to live. Saying no? Not an option.
Maybe it's going to work out. You thought.
Will it?
.
.
.
#bllk#blue lock x reader#blue lock#michael kaiser#kaiser x reader#michael kaiser x reader#Michael Kaiser x yn#bllk michael kaiser#should i continue?
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Harry Styles and The Most Difficult Time of the Year!
It's here! The first one-shot for my Holiday Spectacular.
“Lovie, we’ve been at this for hours, are you done yet?” H asked me. H as in Harry Styles, my boyfriend, who is being a very good sport while helping me with my Christmas Shopping.
“I’d be closer to being done if you would actually tell me what you want for Christmas H.” I reply in a slightly snarky manner as ive been attempting to get my answer to this question out of him since September.
“All I want for Christmas is You, baby.” H said back.
“Mariah Carey? Seriously H?” I say before turning into a kitchenware stall at the Christmas Market, and selecting a bells with holly cookie cutter for my mother. I’ve been giving her one every year since I was 6 and she let me help her make the sugar cookies. “Now I just need something for your mum,” I say after tucking the cookie cutter into the bag with the gifts for my dad, sister, and brother.
“I already have our gift for my mum.” H says to me, and quite matter of factly at that. “Now come on, let's get some cocoa to go, I wanna wrap you up, tie you in a bow, and put you under the Christmas tree for me.” You both laugh at that.
A few hours later, you've finally returned from the market and are getting your big wrapping station set up in your art room. It's huge. Big enough for quite literally every medium of art you do. Harry was happy to adjust his renovation plans when you agreed to move in with him just shy of a year ago. There are only two things in this lower level, your art room, and Harry's Studio. The music softly making its way through the sound panels for the instruments and that first croon Harry does. Though lately, Harry has been having the sound proofing on so nothing goes beyond his studio walls. And whenever you ask him about it his answer is the exact same, “You'll hear it one day Lovie, it is for you after all. Not until that one day though, there will be no spoilers.” That last line is your favorite because he glares at his mates, Mitch and Kid especially since he knows you're pretty close with them.
Now as Harry is chilling in the lounge chair in your art room singing acoustic Christmas songs while you wrap gifts, you stop every so often and turn to him.
“H, I need the present for your mum so I can wrap it.” You say and he just smiles at you before getting himself back into the song.
Finally after hours of wrapping, Anne's gift is the only one left and you still don't have it.
“Harold Edward Styles, I need the gift for your mum, NOW!” You give him your best death glare, hoping it will scare him at least a little bit, after all, you're no fun when you're mad.
He runs over to the studio and comes back with a little black wooden ring box with Le Raoulivere engraved into it. He sets it in your hands and you open it automatically.
“It's empty H.”
“Mum's old one for the ring from Robin broke, so we're getting her a very, very nice new one.” H says and I go to wrap it in the blue snowflake paper I have when h interrupts again. “Can you use the sleeping puppies wearing Santa hats one instead please love?” He asks very politely and you just sigh before wrapping it up in the paper Harry wanted.
“Thank you my love!” He says with a kiss when the bin is all packed up with the presents.
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December 24th
We're all dressed up. Harry has on his suit he hugged Stanley Tucci in at the Brits. You're in a midi silver dress with white Mary Janes and a small white clutch. The house is decorated, the presents are under the tree, the appetizers are in the ovens, and the doorbell is ringing. Plenty of time to calm down and not freak out. Shit wait, that's the doorbell.
“They're here H.” You holler and run over to let everyone in. “Merry Christmas Eve!”
Your family and H’s family are both here. Your mum, Dad, sister, and brother, Anne, Desmond, Gemma and Michal, Mike and Amy were invited, but had other plans. Everyone mingled with appetizers while you and Harry prepped the lasagnas. When they were done you all sat around the table smiling and laughing with each other. After dinner you turned on the fireplace and some soft tunes while doing gifts. When Anne unwrapped the one from you and Harry, she just smiled at you. It was a bit confusing at first, until the music switched. Harry was suddenly more anxious, and everyone else was just watching the two of you.
“What's going on?” You whispered to Harry. He smiled, pulled you over to stand in front of the Christmas tree with him, and said, “Y/N.”
You instinctively replied, “Yes H?”
“Y/N, it's the title of this song.” He answered back and let the lyrics wash over you both. You realized they were telling the story of the two of you, from colliding in a rainstorm, to you having almost no clue who he was, the time you spent apart, and him showing up at your doorstep soaking wet from rain ready to do whatever it took to get you back, and finally his little dreams for the life ahead of you two. The last line of the song was, “All you have to do is say yes to me.”
He knelt before you, took the box from Anne, and pulled the ring out of his pocket. “Mum's been on my case lately, she knew I wanted to marry you before I did. So our real gift to her, only if you want it too, is us, because all I want for Christmas is you to agree to be my wife. I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too H. And yes, yes I want to be your wife!” You let out between tears.
After sliding the ring onto your finger, H kisses you and whispers, “best Christmas ever.”
“I made you a new pendant.” You whispered back.
“I'll love it, but even more so because it's from you.”
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Prominence [WCh. 2.80]
Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU
CW/TW: Language, Sasaeng/Stalker Activity
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Seonghwa x Reader
Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Word Count: 7.2K
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Notes: See you in the next one bitchesssss (affectionate)
Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves
Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!
21 March 2022
Hamin's coming to South Korea? It's not that you didn't want to see your brothers, but at the same time you didn't think it was necessary for them to inconvenience themselves like this. It's not like it was that big a deal anyway, if anything, this visit would stress you out more than anything else. However you couldn't deny that it had been some time since all three of you were together, and part of you did want to spend time with them, but the other part of you knew that this couldn't have been more inconvenient for you.
You closed your messages app and walked back out to the main room. Haechan was passed out on the couch next to Taeyong, Hendery had been sent off to bed before he could hurt himself, Jaemin dragged Jeno back into the Dream dorms, Mark and Yangyang ran off before you could delegate cleaning duties to them, and that left you and Jihyun to pick up after them.
"Typical," you mumbled while collecting as many glass bottles as you could and tossed them into the recycling bin. "Those two are so going to hear it from me when I head over there," you muttered while wiping down the counters.
"Aw, I know you, honey, you're just mad that you didn't scram before they did," Jihyun laughs. She looks over at the couch. "Taeyong's going to freak out when he realizes he laid down on that thing."
"Oh I know," you snickered. "We need to replace that thing," you grimaced.
"(Y/N)!" Yangyang's hurried whisper somehow reached you from across the room.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to come help," you glared at him.
"No. Come to my room," he gestures for you to follow him.
"Go ahead, I've got it here," Jihyun nudges her head toward the door and you nodded.
Walking into the WayV dorm was almost jarring to see. Boxes and luggage had been strewn across as far as you can see and still, somehow, it felt so empty. You turned to Yangyang's room and pulled it open.
"What's all this?" You looked around, the room had been largely cleaned out to its bare bones now. It was almost saddening, actually, you'd had many memories in here and now it was just... empty. But, in the middle of the room, was a small table set up with a small cake and bottles of soju.
"We're having Yang's going away party!" Mark grins.
"Yup! Like hell I'd be leaving without having one last celebration with you guys," Yangyang hands you a bottle and your shoulders sank.
"Aw, geez, how is it that I'm the one being surprised here?" You sat down and Mark passed out the shot glasses.
"We kinda decided to do this last minute," Mark shrugs. "It's multipurpose too, Yangyang's going away, Kyungjae going to jail, your relationship's back, and things are just starting to look up in general, so… why not?” He pours soju into the shot glasses and picks his up. “So… uh… to us?”
“To us!” You and Yangyang repeated. The glasses clinked together and you took the shot.
"You know what, we should plan like... a day," you hummed. Tired and confused glances were what you received. "Let me finish, we should plan a day where we all call each other, you know? Like, we're all going to get really busy, so might as well reserve a day already," you shrugged.
"Yeah, let's do it," Mark opens up his calendar and visibly gulps. "Uh... I'm not too packed on Thursdays..."
"Every Thursday then?" You ask.
"Every Thursday is a bit hard," Yangyang looks up from his phone. "How about every other Thursday?"
"Every other works," Mark shrugs.
"Yeah," you agreed right as the door opened and Suho walks in. "Hey! The gang's all here!"
"I'm only here because Yangyang left this in the van," he places the duffle bag on the floor. "What are ou three up to?" He asks.
"Oh, just a mini celebration since Yangyang's getting exiled," you grinned.
"NCThree is never going to have another comeback." Yangyang cries into his hand.
"Huh? Exiled? Never having a comeback? What are you two talking about?" Suho's head tilts. "Yangyang's coming back."
"Yeah! For the year-end promotions!" Now you felt like crying. "My best friend is going to be an ocean away for a year," you took the soju bottle and just drank straight from it.
"No, (Y/N), uh..." Suho stutters while Mark comforts you.
"You will be missed, Yangyang, but your position is up for grabs," Mark jokes. Yangyang's face grows dead serious.
"If someone wants to take my best friend spot they're going to have to kill me first," he says.
"NCThree!" Suho speaks up and all attention lands on him. "Yangyang is coming back next month! They all are!" Suho clarifies. You and Mark turned to Yangyang now, disappointed but not surprised.
"Oh," you stood up and dusted your pants off. "Wow, worried us for nothing, huh?" You playfully pushed Yangyang's head and he nearly falls off the chair.
"I'm only leaving for a month?!"
"You're only leaving for a month! You're just going there to film some content then you're coming right back! Who the hell told you you'd be staying in China?" Suho asks. Again, stares land on Yangyang.
"In my defense, I've never been the brightest in this group."
"Fucking hell, I'm going to bed," you stacked the cups and grouped the bottles together.
"Dang... so (Y/N) and I were getting all sad for no reason? That's cold, Yangyang," Mark shakes his head.
"Hey, I actually thought-"
"You're lucky though, Yangyang, you're going to miss my brothers," you yawned on your way out of the room. Yangyang blinks slowly before tumbling out into the hallway.
"You have brothers?!"
~
22 March 2022
"Ugh... it's too early for this," Yunho mutters, his eyes tired and his voice dragging.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have stayed up watching video games," their manager taunts. Collective groans filled the air, but one of the members was particularly in a good mood. Seonghwa couldn't keep still, he was practically rocking back and forth in his spot. There had been this looming presence over you and him since the whole fiasco months ago and now, finally, a chance for closure and a chance for new beginnings.
Plus, he was always excited to see you.
"Alright, I'm glad I have you all here!" Their CEO, as bright as ever, marches into the room. He stands before the group, who are all seated around the meeting table. "Now, I've gathered you all here today for a very important announcement. Following recent events, I've become very concerned with your security. From various people overstepping our boundaries, to people targeting those we love, I've decided to take action." Somehow, Seonghwa felt like he was being put on the spot here.
"You hired more security?" Hongjoong asks. Whatever exhaustion he had was easily hidden by his professionalism.
"Something like that," their CEO hums. "Please come in, sir, and introduce yourself to my boys," their CEO steps aside as another person enters the room.
And then Seonghwa felt his jaw drop.
Dressed in a suit and with a badge hanging around his neck, Seonghwa almost didn't recognize him. Actually, he didn't recognize him at all until he swept his hair out of the way and the scar across his cheek became apparent. He almost felt like he was overreacting, there should be no way that the stranger would recognize him, but, to Seonghwa's comfort, it seemed Hongjoong had been taken aback by the man's gruff appearance as much as he was.
"Hello, I'm Jung Kanghoon, I will be in charge of your personal security from now on," the man bows for a moment before straightening. "I hope we can get along well."
"There you have it then," their CEO beams. "Kanghoon here will be in charge of all eight of you, I've already provided your work phone numbers to him, and I'll be sending you his number sometime later today. If you have any questions or concerns, take it up with him," their CEO juts a thumb toward Kanghoon. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just leave you all with him to get to know each other better, you'll be seeing him much more often from now on," their CEO gestures for their manager to follow him out. Kanghoon takes a seat at the head of the table. The room was silent for a few moments.
"I have a question," Wooyoung speaks up. Kanghoon looks at him. "Have you ever killed anyone?"
"Wooyoung!" Hongjoong gasps.
"You can't just ask people if they've ever killed someone!" Mingi shouts.
"What?! I'm curious! Just look at the guy!" Wooyoung gestures to Kanghoon with both hands. "Look at the scars on his hands, those are awesome!" He compliments him.
"... Do you really want to know the answer to that?" Kanghoon asks with a small smirk. Wooyoung matches his energy.
"Yeah, I do, actually."
"Not purposely, no," Kanghoon answers vaguely.
"I knew it," Wooyoung congratulates himself.
"How'd you get that scar?" Yeosang asks next. Kanghoon stares at him and Yeosang points to his cheek.
"How do you think?"
"Secret mission along the border, you tried to get out unscathed but you ran into someone you had tricked into being your brother in arms and, in his betrayed rage, he attacked," Yeosang answers.
"Interesting story, but no, I got it from my younger sister," Kanghoon answers. "She was playing with scissors."
"Oh..." Yeosang sinks into his chair.
"Aside from questions of my past, do any of you have any other more relevant questions?" Kanghoon's gaze lands on Seonghwa, who tries to avoid his look. "If not then, I'll give you my number. I'm officially starting next month," Kanghoon says.
"Here, give it to me, I'll send it to the others," Hongjoong approaches him first.
"Sure, whatever is easier," Kanghoon replied as Hongjoong handed him his phone. Kanghoon handed it back to him and stood up. "I look forward to working with you all." He leaves the room.
"Whoa, hyung, you're like, white as a sheet, are you okay?" Yunho waves his hand in front of Seonghwa's face.
"Uh... yeah, I'm fine," Seonghwa tugs at his collar. It's whatever, totally, it was just a coincidence if anything. Besides, he had a much more important event to look forward to tonight anyway, he'd deal with this when it came back later.
~
It was clear that you had a pep in your step all day today, and every member of NCT knew it. Especially when the ones who were hungover were the first ones to notice your behavior.
This morning, for example, you said good morning to Doyoung. Everyone knows that the two of you just don't click and still you acknowledged his presence? Who even are you? And even when Doyoung responded similarly, that didn't stop Johnny and Jungwoo from making immediate eye contact with each other.
Then, then, just a few moments later, you actually helped Chenle open a jam jar, and when he tried to crack a joke about your strength you just smiled and said that it was something you'd always had with you. What? No matter how much Chenle tried to tease you, you easily deflected it back on him.
Now, and it was an honest mistake, Jeno got a little carried away laughing and accidentally launched your phone across the room. The already shattered screen had shattered some more, it was a miracle that it still worked at this point. But, did you get mad? No.
"Don't worry, Jen, things happen," you grinned. You glanced at the clock. 5:00 pm. You picked your phone up from the ground and disappeared into the ANiMA dorms.
"Isn't she supposed to be sad right now?" Jeno asks.
"Nah, she found out Yangyang's only going to be gone a month," Hendery replies.
"Oh, shit, okay, but like... I'm glad she's happy and all after everything but like..."
"Yeah, I get it," Hendery shrugs. "You know, Jiaying said earlier that she was singing in the shower, she never does that."
"Really?" Jungwoo sits up. "You know what? I saw Jaemin accidentally spill coffee on her and she told him not to worry about it too," he says.
"It is kind of suspicious," Haechan says from behind the counter. "Last time I saw (Y/N) this happy was before she went on her first date with Seonghwa," he says with a knowing tone. Everyone turns to him and he continues to put the dishes away behind him. "I don't know, just a thought," he says. Before any more conversation to continue, you walked back out into the main room and across. You knocked on the WayV side of the dorms and Kun opened it.
"(Y/N), we've been over this, you can just enter, you don't need to knock," he says.
"Can you ask Ten to give me my steamer back?"
"Yeah, hold on," Kun looks over his shoulder, "Ten, give (Y/N) her steamer back." You hear a muffled response. "He says he still needs it."
"Tell him I need it now."
"She needs it now," he shouts over his shoulder. Another muffled response. "He's asking why."
"I have a date tonight."
"She has a- you have a date tonight?!" Kun does a quick double-take back to you and you nod. You hear doors opening in succession mixed with shuffles and things breaking behind you.
"You're going on a date?! With who?!" Jungwoo shouts while he practically hops on his feet. "When? Where? Do you need help? Please speak clearly into my left shoulder." You scrunched your eyebrows and blinked slowly.
"Yes, Seonghwa, tonight, I'm not sure yet, and no."
"You and Seonghwa were still talking?! I thought his psycho stalker like... ruined you two," Jeno chimes.
"That's what I'm saying! And his psycho friend almost ruined them again!" Yangyang follows Mark out.
"What were you two doing without me?" You eyed them suspiciously.
"Guy stuff," they answered vaguely.
"Huh, okay, well, yes, I'm going on a date tonight, and we're just going to talk about things, okay?" You explained just as Ten emerged with your steamer. "It's not a big deal, okay?" You took the steamer.
"Kun, tell the managers we will not be leaving tonight," Ten says with a straight expression. "I need to be here and present to see the outcome of this."
"I'm sure the grapevine will find a way to get to us," Kun tiredly looks back at all the luggages behind him. The WayV dorm had turned into a lawless land. "Dear god... this will be the longest six hours of my life," he mutters.
"Are you sure you'll be safe?" Johnny walks out now with a towel still wrapped around his head.
"Yes? Why wouldn't I be?"
"Like we need to answer that," Jaemin, rising from his nap on the couch, adds. "But, do whatever you want to do," he waves his hand.
"Thank you, Jaemin, at least one person knows how to mind his own business," you shut the door behind you, leaving the muffled discussion behind you. You looked down at your phone, which was still open to the chat from your brothers. You sighed and slumped your shoulders, talk about a pain, you had enough to worry about already and now you had to worry about your brothers too.
"Oop, sorry, kiddo," Saeron nearly bumps into you but as soon as she sees your expression, she places the two suitcases in her hands down. "Is everything alright, (Y/N)?"
"Uh..." you glanced at your phone again, "well, to be honest, I'm a little stressed out," you said quietly. Saeron's expression softens and she leads you to the counter.
"Well, let's talk a little about it then, (Y/N), what's going on? Can unnie help in any way?" She asks. You flipped your phone face down on the counter.
"Just... well, everything. The whole Kyungjae situation finally processed in my head, then everything with Hwa is kind of unstable, my best friend is going back to China for who knows how long, my brothers are really worried about me, and... just, too much." Now that you had listed everything out, you felt a heavy weight being pushed down on you. With all these priorities and responsibilities on your plate you just didn't know what to do next.
"Hmm, well," Saeron takes a moment to gather her thoughts, "everything with Kyungjae has been handled, for the most part. At least he won't be near you anymore, that's what matters. And as for you and Seonghwa, well, I can't speak for his end, but you very clearly want to make that work, so have faith in that," she starts, she looks over toward the door for a moment, "to be honest, (Y/N), I don't think I can say much on you and Yangyang, but I don't think the distance will change anything especially if you value your friendship, so have faith in that as well. Your brothers, on the other hand, I'm sorry that I can't say much on that either, you know them better than I do, but I'm sure they do it from a place of love, just as I'm talking with you now," she says. She pats the suitcases lightly. "You know, when I get upset, I like to do my favorite hobby, and in this case it's organizing! Why don't you do something too?" She asks.
"I think I will, unnie! But, can I ask what exactly you're organizing?"
"The WayV dorm!" She smiles. "Those boys need a woman's touch, you know," she giggles. Jihyun, however, watches with wide eyes.
"Those poor boys," she mutters.
"What was that, dear?" Searon doesn't even turn her head.
"Nothing, my love," Jihyun turns a page in her book. "But... (Y/N), why don't you come with me to my room? I think I know exactly how you can relax before your date," Jihyun gestured for you to follow her and you did just that.
As soon as you walked in, Yeseul's eyes shone.
"Jie! You're a genius!" Yeseul's hands clasp over yours. "(Y/N), you're a lifesaver!"
"Hmm?" You look around and spot the music program open on Jihyun's desktop.
"(Y/N), please, please, please collaborate with me!" Yeseul begs. Before you could answer, Jihyun presses play and the backtrack fills the room.
"Oh?" You sit down on the bed and listen to the beat. "Oh."
"Yes! Jihyun and I have been wrapping our heads around what the song was missing and now I've got it! I should sing it with someone else!"
"Oh, unnie, you know I'm not the strongest-"
"Don't be ridiculous, you're plenty strong! In all aspects! Please say yes," she plead. Well, you couldn't deny that you liked the track a lot, and you'd known for a while now that Jihyun and Yeseul were working on the next NCTLab, but you didn't think they'd want you to be involved this much. "Come on, (Y/N)! Saeron is even writing the lyrics! Let's make it a family project!" She continues.
"... I'm in," you nodded your head curtly, "but I have to get ready for my date so let's just read through it once!"
~
Seonghwa looked at his watch while he waited at the bottom floor of the dorms. The bouquet of roses in his hands slowly grew heavier as the minute hand ticked on. He took a deep breath, the jitters in his chest becoming more and more apparent. It's not like this was your first date, he didn't understand why he was this nervous. Then, he heard the doors slide open, and you bounded out.
And just like that his heart stopped.
"Wow," he mumbles.
"Sorry, I got so caught up with the girls," you fixed your earrings just as you stood in front of him, "did I make you wait long?"
"For you, I'd wait however long I need to," he replies. A small smile rose on your face. "And these are for you," he hands you the bouquet and you accepted it carefully.
"They're beautiful, thank you," you played with the red ribbon that tied them together. "Ten! Bring these upstairs for me, please!" You called. Ten emerged from his hiding spot.
"You're good," his eyes narrow.
"And tell the others that there's nothing to worry about," you handed him the roses. Ten glared at Seonghwa, gesturing that he, and likely every member of NCT, was watching him carefully.
"Call off the operatives," Ten mutters under his breath.
"What was that?" You asked him.
"Nothing, (Y/N), just have fun! But not too much fun," he glares at Seonghwa.
"I'll have her home by 11," Seonghwa just smiles. Ten disappears into the dorm, never once breaking eye contact.
"You'll have to excuse them," you chuckled.
"I don't blame them," Seonghwa digresses. He offers you his arm. "Shall we, then?" You looped your arm around his.
"We shall, take me away, love!"
The walk, surprisingly, wasn't as far as you thought it was. Sure, there was the occasional passerby who snapped a picture of the both of you, but for whatever reason you didn't seem to care. Even at the restaurant, when you felt every set of eyes land on you, you didn't care. No, instead you found comfort in yours and his hands which had so naturally found themselves together. You just looked forward to the wonderful night you had in store. Sure, you had to get the grueling details out of the way first, but what's a relationship without its hurdles?
"Table for two, correct?" The hostess asks. Seonghwa nods. "Let's see, Park Seonghwa... Park Seonghwa... Ah, here you are, reserved balcony seating, with Dinner Plan A please follow me," she sets off and the two of you are quick to follow.
The balcony was romantic, to say the least. It was a private area with the table in the middle, atop it was a charming candelabra and the dining set atop it was eye-catching. Even the decor that surrounded you seemed to set the mood so perfectly.
"You really planned it out, huh?" Seonghwa pulled the chair out for you and pushed it back in once you were settled. He swung his suit jacket over the back of the chair before taking his own seat.
"Too much?" He asks.
"Never," you replied. The waiter placed your appetizers in the middle of the table before pouring champagne into both of your glasses. Once he was gone, you folded your arms over the table. "So... Kyungjae."
"Right, the elephant in the room," Seonghwa leans on his chair. "It's true, we went to grade school together, but that was the extent of it. Even now, when I ran into him again, I didn't consider us friends at all. The fact that he did those horrible things to you, though, I will admit is my fault."
"Your fault? Hwa, you couldn't have known he was strange like that," you tipped the champagne glass to give it a taste. "But you going to his apartment, that was dangerous. You know as well as I do that as idols we can't do reckless things like that."
"I know, there's no excuse for our recklessness-"
"Our?!"
"... we may or may not have all been in on it."
"Oh god, Hwa, imagine the..." your voice trailed off and you took a calming bite of the tart in front of you. "Thank you. Even though it was reckless, who knows what Kyungjae would have done to me," you were genuine when you said it. "Not many people would've done that for me."
"Probably Yangyang."
"Probably Yangyang," you laughed, "but then we'd probably never see him again," you reasoned. The waiter returned and took the now empty plates and replaced them with the main entreé. As soon as he was out of earshot, you continued. "I still can't believe San didn't blab it all to me somehow," you hummed.
"Me too, and to be honest, there was another factor too," Seonghwa's eyes glanced up in thought. "Okay, first, let me say that it won't sound believable at all, but I promise it's true," he says cautiously. You lean in with your curiosity piqued. "There was someone who texted all of us and said we'd have insurance, and I think he was there at the apartment that day too," he said quietly. You blinked once.
"There are two things wrong with what you just told me, baby."
"I know," Seonghwa nods curtly. "We're going to deal with the whole phone thing tomorrow, but there was this oddly timed event when Kyungjae received a package right before I got caught, it couldn't have been a coincidence," Seonghwa continues.
"Huh, that is interesting," you mumbled. "Talk about luck."
"I know," Seonghwa whistles.
"Hey, um... since the mood is like this we'd might as well get it out of the way," you spoke up again, "was there anything else we should get out of the way?"
"Well," Seonghwa moved his food around with his fork. "Yes, actually. I think I owe you the full truth."
"You do."
"That day-"
"Excuse me!" You turned your head toward the man that had approached your table. "I'm sorry, I'm such a huge fan I had to ask for your autograph, but all I have is your photocard here," he opens his phone case.
"Oh, sure, do you have a," he cut you off by handing you a sharpie. "Sorry," you apologized to Seonghwa and scribbled your signature over your face and handed the card back to him.
"Thank you so much! Fighting! I can't wait to see your next project!" The fan bows his head and runs off.
"Anyway," you turned back to Seonghwa just in time to notice him writing his signature in a woman's notebook. He handed it back to her with a smile and she ran off. "So-"
"Would the two of you like to take a look at our wine menu?" The waiter seemingly appears next to your table and you cut into your meal a little too hard, the knife clanging against the plate harshly. You released the breath you'd been holding.
"No thank you, but could you make sure no one else walks out here?" Seonghwa answers for you.
"Of course, sir," the waiter dismisses himself and leaves the two of you alone.
"Sometimes I forget we're popular," you drank more of your champagne. "Anyway, please continue. What do you mean by full truth?"
"I think I should tell you what exactly Juliet had on both of us. For you, it was what happened between you and Yangyang that night. For me-" the loud camera shutter startled both of you.
"Seriously? Have they no shame?" You pressed your lips together but kept your expression straight. You knew well enough that if you showed that you were annoyed you'd get an earful so, instead, you continued to eat.
"I'll wait until they're gone before I say, I don't want it getting misconstrued," Seonghwa cuts into his dinner while side-eyeing the paparazzi. He clears his throat. "Until then, though, how has your day been?"
"Hectic," your shoulders slumped. "First I found out my brothers are coming to visit, then I found out that Yangyang's not actually leaving for a whole ass year instead he'll be gone a month, and now I think I'm collaborating with Yeseul for an NCT Lab," you counted the events on your hand. Click, shutter, flash.
"Brothers? I thought you only had the one," Seonghwa asks.
"Oh, I have two, I'm the middle child. I'm a little excited though, I've been wanting to introduce you to them both!" You grinned. "But I said my bit, so how about you?"
"Hm, I had rehearsal earlier and... wait, actually, did you know San and Saeron were related?"
"Huh? Yeah, of course I did, you guys didn't?" Click, shutter, flash.
"He never mentioned it!"
"In his defense, they're not actually related, they're pretty distant if anything. They really only saw each other at, like, holiday parties and birthdays," you laughed and all Seonghwa could do was smile. And, you had to admit, you missed the warm feeling you always had when you saw it. The way it spread across your chest and to your face, it was such a comforting feeling. "What are you looking at?" Your hands rose to your face and you made sure there weren't any crumbs on it or anything. Click, shutter, flash.
"Just you, who else?" He chuckles. "You're radiant tonight," he says. Talk about a finishing move. No matter where you looked, nothing could hide the bashful expression you had. Click, shutter, flash.
"I missed this." Ah, who were you kidding? "I missed you."
"I missed you too," Seonghwa replied quietly, enough for you to hear and you alone. Click, shutter, flash.
"They're tenacious," you rolled your eyes with a smile.
"I wonder what the pictures will look like."
"Oh god, I hope they're getting my good side," your expression settles on your idol smile. Click, shutter, flash.
"Mine too," Seonghwa straightens his posture. Click, shutter, flash. "It's a shame though," he opens the camera app on his phone, "your good side is the one facing me," he snaps a quick candid picture of you and flips it so you could see.
"Wow, you always manage to get the best pictures of me!" You immediately thought of the album you had of the both of you. You were more of a candid picture and video kind of person, a lot of what you had on the two of you were pictures taken in the moment or some taken without him knowing.
"I mean..." Seonghwa slid his phone to you and you scrolled through the album. Click, shutter, flash.
"Oh god, if any of these got out I could kiss my image goodbye," you covered your mouth to hide your laugh. You stopped on one of the images. It was taken right at the perfect moment, you think. It was your last evening in Rome and the two of you had decided to spend it in the hotel room. Seated on the balcony with the sunset in front of you, the picture really only showed your silhouette and... "a ring?" You looked at him with wide eyes now. "I don't think..." you looked around, cameras were still pointed at you. Seonghwa glanced too and slid you a velvet box, and he did so behind the wine bottle such that the paparazzi couldn't intrude. Your hand rested on top of it now, your fingertips just barely brushing over his.
"I... uh..." Seonghwa swallows harshly. "I'm not asking you to marry me, not yet, there's still so much I want for us to do together before we can take that step together. But, after everything that's happened and after everything we've been through, I really thought about it." You opened the box. It was a silver ring with a ruby in the center. "(Y/N), I've had this ring since our first anniversary, I just didn't know how to give it to you, and I didn't know what to say. But I do now."
"Seonghwa, I..." you couldn't form words, or at least, you couldn't put them in order.
"I can't promise that we won't go through tough times and I can't promise that it will get any easier, but I can promise that I will stay with you throughout it all, no matter what, I promise that I will always choose you," he confesses. "If you'll have me, that is, you don't need to give me a response now, I know there are cameras on us and-" you stood up almost abruptly. "Wait, wait, what's wrong? I'm sorry, I know I should have timed it better!" He stood up too, ready to follow you out if anything, but his words fell on deaf ears, you just needed something to hold, anything.
"Ugh, this will do," you grabbed one of the empty plates and held it up to cover your face. "Hold this, please. I'm going to kiss you right now."
"What? I... okay," his glance slid to the plate and he grabbed the other end right as you let go of it to hold his face instead.
The kiss was like magic. The flashes of cameras were hidden behind that plate, and it truly felt like it was just you and him in that moment. Then, you heard him place the plate down, but neither of you pulled away, neither of you wanted to. His hand wrapped around yours and he pulled it down in front of his and your chests.
"Jung (Y/N), I love you," he slid the ring onto your finger.
"Park Seonghwa, I love you too, and I promise to stay by your side too," you swore this on everything you were just as he did.
What happened next was like an omen. The romantic moment was perturbed by both of your phones going off at the same time. Both of your gazes fell on your respective devices before settling on each other.
"Oh... that can't be good," you swallowed harshly, especially when you both turned your phones over and saw that your respective managers were calling you. It was now when you both became hyperaware of the whispers around you. You both sat back down to answer your blaring phones.
"(Y/N). Come back as soon as you can. There is an urgent meeting with the PR team right away."
"Right away? What's wrong? What happened?" You and Seonghwa looked at each other again across the table and you felt your heart drop. The expression on his face was one you'd never seen on him before. It was complete and utter distraught. You pulled your phone away to see the second call that was coming in. "I'll be in as soon as I can, I'm sorry, Suho, Yangyang's calling me."
"As long as you're in tonight," was the last thing Suho said before you switched to Yangyang.
"(Y/N), I know you do whatever the hell you want, but if you listen to me once then don't do anything, don't look at anything, hell, don't even say anything."
"What's going on?"
"Look, (Y/N), we're giving Seonghwa the benefit of the doubt, but holy fucking shit what he said was horrible. Look... just trust me, okay? I don't want you to be alone."
"Oh... okay," you looked at Seonghwa again and he just shook his head. Yangyang hung up the phone and you saw the flurry of texts on your phone. all of them checking in on you and all of them worried about you. You opened one of the messages from an unknown number, all it had was a link to a Twitter thread, and the link matched many others on your phone. One link that stood out was from your manager, it was attached to a short message that said 'I was instructed not to show you this until the meeting but... it's better you prepared yourself.' You opened the link and it opened to a series of videos from a user by the @/julesCT. The thumbnail was grainy, but it was clear that it was taken in one of the Music Bank waiting rooms. You played the video.
“Look, I don’t know about this.” It was clearly Seonghwa's voice. “Dating? Now? ATEEZ is going so well and ANiMA? Sheesh, I don’t even know where to start with that group…” You felt a pang in your chest from the tone in his voice. The two people in the video, although hard to make out, their hair colors stood out easily. If it really was Seonghwa talking, you could assume the video was from two years ago now based on their hair.
“I mean, do you want to date her?” Hongjoong, you knew his voice as well as Seonghwa's.
“I just don’t want any unnecessary drama. Can you imagine the scandal from this? Either way I look at it, it’s going to be worse. She’s a nice girl but the scandals following her? Even if most of them aren’t even her fault, it’s hard to not associate those with her.” There were parts of the audio that were garbled, but some of the messages were clear.
“I understand, why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“I heard that she's a really pretentious person. Maybe conceited? What if the rumors are true that she just plays around with different guys? I don’t want to be part of that.” You couldn't control your expression, and such must have been clear to your date in front of you.
"(Y/N), let me explain," Seonghwa says, you held your hand up.
“I just don’t want to be another name in her so-called "playbook,” you know? I hear people talk about it all the time." Seonghwa's voice concludes. You heard more muffled audio, probably a response from Hongjoong, but you couldn't tell. You were too hung up on that word, playbook. What the hell? Aside from Seonghwa you'd only dated one other person. Sure, you were talking to a couple of people before debut too, but never anything concrete. What the hell kind of playbook was going around?
There was a second video under it. You played it, whether out of curiosity or out of spite you didn't know.
“Whoa! Hyung! Got the NCT girl?” San too?
“We’re just trying things out, the first date went… rough.” Seonghwa's voice. Sure, your first date wasn't stellar, but to talk about it with that tone? Was it that bad?
“Dang, you’re about to make other idols pretty mad,” San laughed. “You know, a bunch of other guys have their eyes on her. Rumor has it she was a total catch back in university, guys were flocking over to her daily. I hear she slept around a lot too.” You almost gasped. Was that really how they thought of you at first? You were certain that they didn't think of you that way now, but just what kind of rumors went around about you? What did you do for them to start anyway?
"(Y/N), please," Seonghwa, the real one now, tried to cut into your thoughts. His voice was quiet, but you could clearly hear him over the video and over the whispers. You didn't stop the video, however.
“Oh, come on, those are just rumors. You have the same ones.”
“Aren’t you curious though?” San seemingly asked with a teasing tone. You could barely make out the two figures in the video, but one of them seemed to shake their head. “You’re lying~” The video cut off. You turned your phone off and placed it face down on the table. You couldn't bring yourself to look up.
"(Y/N)," Seongwha's voice was quiet in front of you.
"They're... they're not real, are they?" You asked. The restaurant had fallen into a tense silence. Everyone was listening in on your conversation. Out of consideration, the waiters closed the door to the balcony, giving the two of you the privacy you should've already had.
"Not... not entirely," Seonghwa answers.
"But they're real?" You asked. You, of all people, knew how easy it was to modify evidence and to pick videos apart to make someone seem worse than they really were. You, of all people, knew how ruthless netizens could be. But even with context, you struggled to understand how it could mediate the situation. This whole time, you still couldn't bring yourself to raise your head. You saw Seonghwa's hands fold on top of each other, and you saw the way they trembled.
"Yes, they're actually conversations I've had," he confirms, you covered your mouth now, holding back a sob. The cold metal of the ring rested against your lip, and it just made the whole thing harder. "But... they're not the full conversations, there are parts of them edited out," he says. You figured as much, there were parts of the audio that had awkward cuts, and then there were the muffled responses despite the other ones having been heard clearly before. "I... I was going to tell you right before our managers called." You couldn't blame him for that, at every opportunity he had, it became too clear that someone unwanted was listening.
"I see," you replied. You looked up now and you felt your heart twist. The last time you saw him like this, looking like someone who had realized he fucked up, was just a few months ago. And now, again, your relationship, and your patience, are being tested. Tears pricked at the side of your eyes. "Edited or not, Seonghwa, the fact that you said those things about me is something I can't overlook. I know, I know you said these before we got to know each other better, but... I'm sorry, some of those things you and the others said... those are hard to forgive," your voice grew weaker with every word. Seonghwa said nothing throughout this. Instead, his head hung low. He couldn't deny the facts, he couldn't deny that it really was him in both of those videos. You started to play with the ring on your finger now, and Seonghwa's breath hitched.
"I am so sorry, (Y/N)," he apologizes. "You're right. I said those things before I knew you, and so did San, and so did Hongjoong. But none of us were in any place to make assumptions like that. If I could show you the unedited videos, I would, believe me. But I can't, so please, just take my word for it. I don't believe any of those things we said now, and I know better." You looked away from him.
"I know that," you nodded your head. "It's just... sorry, I know, I really do believe you, Hwa, but fuck how could anyone say anything like that? That's not fair," you shook your head slowly. You grabbed your things. "I... I'm going home, I have a meeting about this. Thank you for telling me, I'll relay it to the PR team and... we'll," you looked into the restaurant and saw all the prying eyes turn their heads quickly, "we'll talk about this later, okay? I'm not mad, I'm just... really disappointed that I had to find out this way," you explained. You looked into the restaurant again, the way to the exit suddenly seeming much longer than before. Again, you played with the ring on your finger. You turned back around to Seonghwa, who was still looking at you. His hand was on the back of his chair and he looked as if he was about to get up and follow you.
"(Y/N), I'm sorry, I really did try to tell you," he says.
"I know," you nodded curtly. "And you also promised... that we'd deal with our troubles together," you said. "And I'm planning on keeping my promises, I always do, so..." you took a deep breath. "Let's face this together then, this is just another hurdle we have to go through together," you held your hand out to him. Seonghwa took a steadying breath now, and he accepted your hand.
"Together, then," he says. He pulls his coat from the back of his chair and wraps it around your shoulders. You opened the balcony doors and, right as questions started flying and cameras started recording, you and Seonghwa pushed through the crowd silently, finding security only in your hands that held onto each other so tightly.
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This morning’s cleaning project was part two of a multi-part process, not much of which is very interesting visually, so here’s a picture of Dearborn the tortie, inspecting a storage box with my Lego advent calendars in it, and also the oat bread I baked while I worked. I’ve now nearly used up all the oats, so I’ll have oatmeal for breakfast some day this week to polish them off.
Podcasts I listen to while working today were “Twisted Loyalty” by A Date With Dateline (it’s an older episode, I’m listening to their back catalogue), “The Execution of the Roman Virgin” by Noble Blood, and the first half of “We Interrupt This Program” by Criminal. It’s very compelling, I’m listening to the rest eventually, I just needed to stop and sit down, and also the bread had to come out of the oven. Total time was about 2 1/2 hours all told, though that includes prepping the oat bread and a batch of pizza dough for later.
More about the actual work I did after the cut since it got long...
I don’t have a ton of storage in this condo, and I did away with some by turning my front hall closet into a mud nook, so I’ve been storing a lot of my clothing in large plastic tubs shoved into corners and in awkward under-bed boxes, rotating between summer and winter wardrobes. It has, however, reached a point of intolerability due to a couple of factors -- having to buy new clothes when I started my new job, having to store them six months later because of the pandemic, and having not really ever fully rotated between winter and summer since, because I so rarely had to leave the condo. So three of my six big plastic bins were full of clothes, plus four under-bed storage bins and two fabric storage bags, plus stuff hanging in the side hall closet and the bedroom closet.
I felt really overwhelmed about trying to organize it all, because it just seemed like so many moving parts at once, so up until now I’ve kind of left it alone. But after thinking about it for a while I realized that I didn’t have to do it all at once, and I could apply my skills as a project manager, where I used to supervise a lot of moving parts regularly, to getting this done. My grandfather didn’t invent the phrase “Do it like eating an elephant -- one bite at a time” but he did teach it to me, so I kept muttering it under my breath and picturing him sitting in the orange chair I inherited from him and my grandmother, keeping an eye on me while I worked.
Yesterday all that I had to do was get all the storage into one place so I could get everything unpacked together. I pulled the bins out from behind my workdesk and under the bed, pulled more out from under the dining room table and behind the book nook, got the fabric bags from the hall closet, and bought one new giant fabric bag to put random stuff in so that I’d have extra storage space.
Today was about getting everything further into a series of “one places” -- all the winter gear (sweaters, coats, accessories) into a bag to be sorted later, for example. The clothing that had been in storage got sorted into four piles: Shorts, Trousers, Shirts, and Long Term Storage. Long Term Storage was stuff immediately identifiable as anything I like but don’t wear very often: costumes, souvenir shirts from events I’ve worked, et cetera. That all went into one of the bins that had just been emptied.
Then, as I sorted my tops further into t-shirts, work shirts, and tank tops, I started pulling clothing out of my closet as well -- anything I haven’t actively worn in the last month or two went into one of those piles. Same with trousers -- anything that I hadn’t worn recently got pulled off the shelving rack I use as a dresser and added to the “try these on, make sure you still like them” piles of shorts, trousers, and jeans. I told myself I didn’t have to try anything on today, but I did have to try on ALL the clothing, discard anything that I no longer liked or that didn’t fit, and store the rest in a more organized fashion. And I found I did have the energy for some, so I got through the shorts and tank tops. The trousers, jeans, work shirts, and t-shirts are still in a pile on the sofa, but it’s been covered with a blanket so the cats can’t romp around in it between today and tomorrow.
There’s still a ways to go -- I haven’t touched any coats, sweaters, flannels, or workout clothing -- but I now have a full storage bag of summer clothing stashed back where it belongs, one of the under-bed storage boxes mostly full of clothing that doesn’t quite fit but could if I get back to running, and a half-full bin of souvenir shirts and costume pieces waiting to have more added. Plus I’ve gotten completely rid of two of the under-bed storage boxes (they were looking rough) and stuffed a whole-ass suitcase (which was already going to charity) full of clothes to donate.
Tomorrow I’ll try on my t-shirts and work shirts to see which ones still fit and which ones I still like, and maybe get to the trousers as well. But I feel like now I’ve got a system in place and I’ve split the work up into more manageable pieces than “I have so many clothes in so many places, most of them not very accessible.” And once I’m done with this process, I’ll have a much better idea of what I might need to buy for when we do go back to in-person work more regularly, given we haven’t relaxed the dress code so much I can wear loud floral shirts to work and get away with it.
Eventually I’m going to need to buy a few more vacuum bags for the winter stuff, and I may have to get rid of a few coats, which I don’t really want to do because messenger bags and cool coats are the two things I really buy and own too many of. But coats are bulky and in Chicago there’s really just not that much call for anything between “Light jacket you wear for five weeks a year in the inbetween seasons” and “FUCKING PARKA” and I own three Fucking Parkas. In my defense I only bought one, the other two were gifts.
Anyway I’m down about three bins’ worth of clothing and found some awesome t-shirts I forgot I owned, so in all a successful morning, and now I’m off to brunch at a friend’s place.
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4*TOWN Meet-Cute ??
Gen. ;; Fluff + the tiniest amounts of angst - Headcanons/Scenarios
Warnings ;; Mild Swearing + Crying + Stressful situations + Semi-Detailed Description of Murder + Brief Mention of Torture ?? (THIS ISN'T AS BAD AS IT SOUNDS I SWEAR !!)
Proofread + edited ;; Yes !! :)
Auth. Note ;; These are pretty long - I got to know the character and my interpretation of each of them as I wrote which was pretty fun but made these so long to write. Enjoy !!
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Aaron T - Meet-Funny ??
I like to think there were a lot of small instance before y'all went just fuck it, we see each other every day, we're basically besties now
The first probably being at your place of work
You work at a cinema (movie theatre) and your job is to clear up after the movie ends
You absolutely hate when people make huge messes (i'm looking at you entitled parents with messy kids) and then just leave them alongside all of their snacks and drinks on the seats and floor
There's bins on the way out people, you have hands, just please-
T was supposed to watch a movie with the rest of 4*TOWN but those backstabbing motherfucking traitors silly billys ditched him
So now he's sobbing in the back of a semi-lit cinema room (i don't know the word bro please-) by himself, clutching onto an almost empty box of popcorn
Lucky for you, you're tasked with the job of getting T to chill out with the ugly crying and leave so you can finish cleaning up
The movie probably wasn't even sad
Bet it was Zootropolis (Zootopia)
Aaron T is just sitting there, blubbering away, whilst mumbling along to Shakira
As he should, honestly
While you calm him down you also manage to clean up any mess around his seats (the ones the rest of the group were going to be sat in before they decided to ditch poor T)
After you finish your cleaning you guide him out of the showing room (someone please tell me what it's called i beg-)
You're just awkwardly standing outside of the showing room door as he sobs into your shoulder
I mean, wtf do you do in that kind of situation
The amount of looks you got was humiliating
Please-
Just imagine trying to become one with the wall as a grown man ugly cries into your shoulder and people stare at you like you just killed his pet guinea pig (Giles the 4th)
Unfortunately for you, you don't have to imagine - this actually happened
"Uh...there, there...it's okay..."
Eventually T calms down, reduced to the occasional sniffle
He thanks you and shuffles away to who knows where
And that was the last time you ever saw him
At least, it was
Then you saw him again but those are some stories for another day!!
You definitely left that situation with not-so-positive feelings about the ugly crier from row M
But after a day or two to comprehend whatever that was you begin to find the situation a lot more funny
It brings a smile to your face, especially whenever you remember what movie he was watching
Every time you think back on it you find a new element of the situation
The fact he was watching a kids movie all by himself
He was crying whilst whisper-singing Shakira
He had the whole row to himself
And most of the showing room tbh
Overall you're left with fond amusement when you think back on the ugly crier from row M
T on the other hand thought you were some kind of angel fr
Kind of thought it was funny
Someone who stayed with him despite his dramatics ?? An immediate 10
But when he tells the other guys what happened he's immediately shut down
Like,, T didn't even think of half of the things the boys bring up
HE WAS SOBBING ON SOME POOR, RANDOM EMPLOYEE'S SHOULDER WHEN THEY PROBABLY WANTED TO GO ON BREAK
Mans is mortified
Kinda wishing he didn't tell the boys about this one...
Ignorance is bliss after all and he misses that shit fr
T is thankful that you were so patient and kind but he's embarrassed af now and kinda wishes he was swallowed by the Earth
Jesse - Meet-Cute ??
Guess the trend in these meets
Jesse isn't exactly crying when you first meet him but he sure isn't smiling
Nah this man is down an alleyway, clutching his phone to his ear with the strength of 5 bears
Okay but on a serious note
It's early afternoon, around 2:45pm and you're on a mission
There is no milk
You searched the fridge back to front, side to side and...nothing
You even checked the cupboards for that gross powder milk that you add water to but alas, there was none to be found
So now you're going impromptu grocery shopping
So yeah you grabbed the milk you need plus some lollipops and chocolate
so you began your journey back home
Jesse is in a nearby alley on the verge of a breakdown
You see, he has a full schedule - all day rehearsals, band meetings, interviews, etc.
His kids get off school at 3:00pm
And the babysitter he hired just canceled on him
So yeah, forgive the guy if he's not in tip-top shape at the moment
And it's not like he's got a backup because the babysitter was his backup
Originally his ex was supposed to be taking the kids but their car broke down
Which is fine because they let Jesse know ahead of time
THIS BABYSITTER HOWEVER?? NOT SO MUCH
So there's no backup for the backup
And he has an interview in 5 minutes that he can't miss
So of course when you see some poor bloke with his head in his hands sitting in the nastiest alleyway you've ever seen you're a little bit concerned.
Is he homeless? Dying? Just got broken up with? What's his deal?
You're no expert but you're not convinced many homeless people have access to the expensive clothing he's wearing
Dying...well he's breathing but it's not like you can see his face so the options not completely out yet
Best to just check...
You kind of just hover at the entrance of the alleyway for a bit,
Opening up with a "Hey, man, you alright?"
Immediately regretting it because does he look alright??
Wishing you'd never opened your mouth and wanting to disintegrate into nothingness
Jesse looks up at you with the most tired looking eyes you've ever seen
Honestly heart wrenching
You walk the rest of the way down the alley and crouch near him, offering a small smile
You dig around in the plastic bag you were given to transport your goodies + milk and pull out a strawberry-flavoured lollipop
"Here."
Jesse takes it, returning a watery smile and a small "Thanks..."
You ask about what's going on with him and he rambles about the situation which quickly turns into a full-blown rant as he unwraps the lollipop
The thought of offering to pick up his kids enters your mind before you realise just how creepy that would be
Not to worry though because before you can beat yourself up mentally Jesse brings your attention back
By asking you to pick up his kids...
Is this man that desperate or does he just not believe in kidnappers?
Luckily you aren't a kidnapper so it's fine
Anyway, you accept, asking where he'd like you to drop his kids off and when he'd be able to come and meet them
And also where their school is...that's kinda important
Do they have a password so they know whoever's picking them up is safe?
Que panic #2
Seriously this man is not with it today
That's okay
Take your time
But not too much time because these kids need someone to pick them up
"Hey, it's okay, try one question at a time, whichever you have a definite answer to, okay? We're gonna get your kids home safely, don't worry."
Someone get you a medal holy shit-
Once you carefully extract the necessary info from Jesse you make preparations to get the kids
You make it on time, if not a minute or two late
And now you have two very hyper kids on your hands
Looking back on it you feel pretty bad for Jesse
Poor guy has so much on his shoulders; you have this strong, very sudden urge to lift that weight
Strange..
Later on when he collects his kids from you he's the sweetest, most thankful person ever
And now his kids adore you
Probably because you gave them some of your sweets but don't tell Jesse
Are you their new babysitter? They sure hope so!
Overall you find his love for his kids charming and he seems very sweet.
His kids are adorable little terrors but you wouldn't mind seeing them again
He thinks you're amazing - an angel!
Genuinely the kindest person ever-
He worships the ground you walk on basically
Aaron Z - Meet-Ugly to Meet-Cute ??
Oh god please-
You thought this man hated you (for good reason tbh-)
You and Z both attend the same weekend basketball club, they're unimportant games, just for fun y'know ??
Somehow you are always put on opposite teams to each other and this man guns for you every single time without fail
It's beginning to piss you off tbh
Like,, what is his problem ??
Just what did you do to make him so intent on destroying your bones ??
Anyways
It's another weekend and you're hyped for another match, maybe not for Z to attempt murder but for everything besides that !!
Not to be dramatic but one more stunt and you're going to explode
You liked to think you were pretty fair when it comes to things like this,, some people are just competitive but come on !!
This is just targeted now !!
When you get to the sport center you've hyped yourself up for either a battle to the death or a normal game basketball, though either could be considered a battle to death when Z's on the court
That was not a compliment...no one tell him you thought that !!
Please-
ANYWAY
You make your way over to the team listing for the week, scanning for your name...aha !!
Team B
You quickly look over your teammates
And your stomach drops
How...how after all this time
You've been put on the same team as Aaron Z
More like arrogant
On the bright side, at least he won't be gunning for you anymore-
Is what you thought
And you were partially right...
BECAUSE NOW HE'S NOT ACKNOWLEDGING YOU AT ALL
What fresh bs is this-
What is his problem ??
Luckily your other teammates include you when Z isn't hogging the ball
That's it !!
You may not know what his problem with you is but you're going to find out, no matter what it takes
So like any normal, sane person you corner him once he's come out of the changing rooms
Yeah...desperate times call for desperate measures and you are so far beyond that-
Immediately Z is flustered, you can almost feel the sudden heatwaves emanating from his face
"What is your problem? Have I done something to you? What is it?"
The meekest "what?" paired with the widest eyes
You are beyond pissed and fired up-
"Why do you keep acting like a jerk on the court? You always gun for me like I personally killed your grandma and then ate the last of her special cookies and then today you completely ignored me when I was open most of, if not all of the game!"
Deep breath
"So spill. Why do you hate me so much?"
Your interrogations are met with a lot of mumbling as Z desperately avoids eye contact
You raise an eyebrow, "I can't hear you, would you mind upping the volume a bit?"
"...'cause...wan..s..you..."
You sigh and take a step back, noticing how close you'd gotten
"Sorry, but I genuinely cannot hear you, do you mind repeating?"
You notice that Z's trembling and your mind reels
What had you done...
Maybe he was just competitive and didn't realise your perspective
you're a terrible person
"I'm so, so sorr-"
"I WANTED TO IMPRESS YOU!"
what?
Z is huffing and puffing as he calms down, still noticeably shaky and entirely red in the face
"You're good at what you do and I thought...that if I showed off on the court and...y'know... you'd think I was cool..."
As Aaron Z pushes himself through his voice gradually gets smaller and smaller as the embarrassment gets to him
And then he runs away
I'm not kidding
Mans said abort and hit the ground running (didn't make sense not to live for fun-)
Overall I'd say you're fairly shocked and need a few minutes...or days to digest what just happened
And Z is mortified and wants to cease existing
He's seriously contemplating never returning to the weekend basketball meets but don't worry, the boys are making sure he doesn't quit life <3
Once you've recuperated thought it's safe to say you're flustered as anything
Mentally going over ways to talk to Z in the future now that you've found out he's not you're worst enemy
Funny how things happen, isn't it ??
Robaire - Meet-Cute !!
Don't you just hate when your package gets lost or when your mail is delivered to the wrong address?
So does Robaire
He hates that it's been happening for 3 months, even more !!
No matter how hard he tries to contact the companies he buys the packages from or the mail office that's meant to deliver to him, it never gets sorted
And he's kind of running out of options here
And patience
Especially considering the fact that everyone else seems to be getting their mail just fine !!
So what gives ??
Now imagine receiving tons of mail and packages that aren't yours and you didn't order but they don't have return address
Yeah, that's your reality
What do you do with that ??
You've tried locating the original address but try as you might you can't find it
Either Google's been taking some hard drugs or this address is completely locked to the public
But then why are the packages being delivered to you !?
So you do what any person at the end of their patience does and you put out an ad listing some of the mail and packages you've wrongly received, and the beginning of the address.
And, of course, you get plenty of private and public messages reaching out for the lost mail but none of them can seem to finish the address
So the mail remains lost another day
Now imagine Robaire's surprise when an add for his packages pops up on his feed
So obviously he rushing to private message you as fast as humanly possible
His first questions is whether you still have his stuff because damn, that would be frustrating if you'd given it away already
"Hello, yes I do still have all of the packages and mail in my possession, unopened. I completely understand your frustration at this mix-up! However, despite this, I am going to have to ask you to complete the address listed in the ad, I'm sure you understand why. Thank you <3"
Robaire didn't think he'd ever been more thankful for a message in his life, but there we go
Once confirming his full address, Robaire noted that you became a lot more relaxed and informal in your texting style
"Oh thank god !! You have no idea how many fakers have reached out to me so far lolol"
"Really? I'd be offended but I know first hand just how cool those packages are - I bought them!"
"Pfffttttt for sure dude, whatever you say lolol"
"Bet you've got some weird anime merch in there somewhere"
"Why'd you order so much stuff if you knew they weren't delivering any of it to you"
"Kind of just hoped they would in the end, I guess. But turns out I have my package savior so I don't need to hope anymore ;)"
Robaire was having fun talking to you and you were having fun too
It was weird how quickly you clicked considering the circumstances !!
Or maybe that made it less weird, who knows ??
You two chatted back and forth for a while
But eventually you made plans to meet up so you could give Robaire his mail
But the chats didn't end there
Even when one person had to go as soon as they got back you two were continuing the conversation as if it never stopped
Some real sappy shit
And you're surprised to find you two click just as easily in person as you do online (maybe all the chats helped)
Or maybe that's because Robaire is a complete charmer but we can't be sure
You're definitely saved into his phone as "Package Savior <3"
He's saved into yours as "mY pAcKAgeS!!" (read that in the voice of the "my cabbages" guy from avatar, i beg-)
Overall y'all became fast "friends"
Flirtationship before the word was invented y'know ??
Tae Young is convinced it's fate that brought you two together
Robaire doesn't really care if it was fate or a coincidence, he's just glad to have you in his life (aw <3)
Tae Young - Meet-Cute !!
The park near your work was a popular place to go for lunch breaks
Many people liked the peaceful atmosphere of it
Others liked the beauty
You were no exception
You liked that none of your coworkers were anywhere in sight
You were on your lunch break and if anyone disturbed you you'd be going back a felon and they would be going six feet under
Exaggeration ?? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA !! No.
You had spent an extra time working whilst Jennifer took her "lunch break" AND SAT READING A MAGAZINE FOR AN HOUR
So yeah, this lunch break was off limits
NO INTERRUPTIONS ALLOWED
But not everyone in the park was as gloomy as you
Tae Young was happily training one of his newest foster doves nearby
He was thinking of naming her Sunny !!
Sunny was probably one of his more nervous rescues but Tae Young knows how to deal with that easily so it wasn't a particular concern of his
That's actually what these training exercises were meant to be helping with;; Tae Young hoped to bring the young dove of her shell
It wasn't the most successful but slow and steady wins the race !!
Speaking of success, your interruption-free lunch break was going amazing, thank you very much
Jennifer is still on your hate list but the soothing atmosphere in the park was helping calm you down
Like,, before you would've tortured her until she begged for death
Now you'd just stab her in the throat and watch her bleed out !!
...it's still progress, okay ??
A sudden, unexpected weight settling on your head dragged you from your murder plot
And the cries of a surprised Tae Young running towards you
You look up at the boy from your seat on the bench, puzzled in every sense of the word
Tae Young dissolved into apologetic babbles about doves and heads and a bunch of things you can't quite catch
"Uh...dude? Mind slowing down?"
Tae Young nods his head so vigorously you're worried it might fall off
"Right, right! So, okay, hmmmm, how to say this...Sunny has sat herself on your head."
Fuckin' pardon ??
"What?"
"Um, Sunny...oh right, Sunny's a dove that I'm fostering, anyway she's a little flighty" Nervous giggle break "Flighty, 'cause she's a bird...not the time, okay, she's, um, landed on your head! She looks quite comfortable actually !!"
"Right...okay...can you get her off?"
Tae Young in his bobble head era fr
"Yeah, I can, I'll have to touch your head though. Is that okay?"
"Sure, man, whatever you need. I just need to get to work and I can't have a bird on my head for that and I'm sure you don't want that either"
"Mhm, it would be best if we could avoid that.."
He says as he scoops Sunny off of your head, tongue poking out because he's that mf
SIKE !!
Sunny simply jumps out of Tae Young's hands and floats back down to your head
"Huh...that's not promising"
No shit, man...
As much as you want to be mad you feel like the chosen one and you can't help but feel fond of the tiny dove
You can't even be mad at Tae Young because he's being so sweet, trying to help you out and being friendly on top of that when you'd kidnapped (??) his dove
Is it kidnapping if the dove is the one who jumps on you without prompting ??
Dovenapping ??
Drawing yourself out of your thoughts you notice Tae Young begin to panic, becoming more frantic in his attempts to get Sunny away from your head
"Y'know what, I'll call my boss, let him know the situation so you can handle this properly without panicking. I'm sure Jennifer can work hard like everyone else for a little while."
And Tae Young visibly deflates in relief much to your satisfaction
"Oh thank goodness, I was worried you were gonna be so mad when I told you it may take longer than I first thought."
You can't help but smile as you surf through your contacts
"No worries, between you and me I've become more attached to Sunny in the past however long it's been than I have ever been to my job"
You send him a quick wink and smile before calling your boss
As your focus moves onto your phone you miss Tae Young's face flaring up in a fierce blush as he begins once again coaxing Sunny off of your head
You get the okay from your boss and start up a conversation with Tae Young as you wait
You two chat about anything and everything as you wait for Sunny to give up the fight
Before you know it 20 minutes have passed
Sunny finally leaves your head and your free !!
Finally !!
"I don't blame Sunny for sitting on you, your head looks very comfortable!"
A little confused but he's got the spirit
You accept the compliment (??)
Not like you'd be able to reject when he has the cutest nervous expression on his face ever
"Y'know, Sunny really likes you so I'm sure she'd like if you came to visit her every now and then."
You crack a smile and pretend to contemplate the offer
"I'd love to come visit little Sunny, I like to think we've established a bond after this. I'd also like to visit her fosterer if that's okay?"
You offer, feeling a boldness that quickly deserts you once you begin talking, leaving you stare anywhere but at Tae Young
You have never seen such a bright smile, seriously it rivalled the sun !!
Tae Young on his bobblehead arc part 3
Everyone leaves this meeting happy and excited to meet again, especially Sunny - you've got a really comfortable head !!
And you do end up visiting
Lots
Endless teasing on Tae's end (poor baby)
Like in Robaire's scenario he absolutely believes it was fate that the two of you met and he thanks Sunny everyday he sees her
It's really sweet actually
"I got you some extra seeds today, I know they're your favourite !! You deserve them for being my guardian angel in disguise !!"
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Oh my gosh, this took so long,, all this for a dying fandom too *cries*
Hope you enjoyed !! <3
#4town aaron t#4town#4town x reader#4town headcanons#4town aaron t x reader#aaron t#x reader#turning red#4*town#4*town x reader#4*town aaron t#xreader#4town jesse#jesse#4town jesse x reader#4*town jesse#4*town jesse x reader#4town aaron z x reader#4town aaron z#aaron z#4*town aaron z#4*town aaron z x reader#4town robaire#robaire turning red#robaire x reader#4town robaire x reader#4*town robaire#4*town robaire x reader#4town taeyoung#4town imagines
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It’s been eight years since I moved into my house. Make it make sense.
The week before Xmess Chris asked me to get the rest of my books and Ty’s comics out of the basement because he’s doing a deep purge. I told him I’d do it after the holidays so decided to hit it this afternoon. It all fit in the back but I don’t know where to put it at my house. Also I foolishly did this work after my massage. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking.
Now I can’t stop thinking… about stuff. The mountains of stuff accumulated over decades. The way basements (in my world anyway) become this archive of who I no longer wish to be or the me I have outgrown. So many books about homeschooling! The copy of Satanic Verses that I recently replaced. These boxes of comics from Ty’s father that are actually worth a bit of money. So many subtle and overt reminders of how wrong I have gotten it in this life.
I sat in the driveway after with the dog whining over my shoulder to go back inside with Bowie, who barked at me nonstop while I humped it all up the stairs and to the car, as if I was moving out and leaving him all over again. I wonder how many more things I need to take. Two bins of my great, great Aunt Olga’s Noritake China for sure.
All of my CDs, DVDs, and VHS are down there but I don’t have anything to play any of them on and really don’t have anywhere to store them. Dozens of boxes of old mason jars but I don’t do that kind of family pantry pickling anymore.
So much is exactly the way I left it eight years ago. I was alone there today so decided to look through a few cabinets and drawers to see if I left anything important or sentimental. It’s as if they haven’t been opened even once since I left. Literally the sideboard where we kept the liquor has the last empty tequila bottle in it. I know there was a shot or two left but it’s dry now. Tres, if you’re wondering. It also has some of my handmade table linens. I don’t want them. They’ll just remind me of family dinners.
I’m home now. My home. Where things are mostly neat and clean and it doesn’t reek of dog even though I have a dog. I still feel a mix of regret and relief but I notice lately it the relief side of the scale is heavier. Which is to say, not my monkey anymore.
#divorce#almost a decade#he’s remarried but they don’t live together#maybe the cleaning the rest of Kelly out is about moving Isabel in
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i've reached this stage where every little thing pisses me abt my coworker oh noooo like i dread coming in on days we work together cus there is a certainty that he'll cross a boundary or start some unnecessary discourse or talk abt the dumb drama at his college and like. i am too old for this. scratch that, WE are too old for this. i rly need him to grow tf up.
what did it for me today is two things:
he got reprimanded for repeatedly coming in late the past few weeks. he was adviced by management to either come on time or change his availabilities so he can be scheduled to start later but still end his shift at the same time. a perfectly valid complaint and an easy solution that pleases everyone, right? but he wasn't happy abt it. that is advice even i gave him, cus when i used to do the morning shift and him the night shift, he would be late and i'd have to stay later too. it's often school that makes him late, which i understand, but still. come to work on time.
anyway i told him i agreed with management on this one. he could fill up the form right as we were talking abt it. that's how easy it is. but he was being all contrarian, saying that well he could just work one day instead of two since they're so unhappy w him, and "oh well i'll just show up at 7 or 8, i don't care, i'm not gonna change my availabilities," and i was like ohhhh you're being a fkg baby. you're 23 and you can't handle valid criticism and responsibility so you're being contrarian. got it.
yesterday's close was perfect. bins and donation boxes were mostly emptied, and all that was left were abt 4 large items to price and put on the floor. tell me why i come in at 1pm and that man hasn't priced any of the 4 items, nor any of the other large items he got. i asked him, "was it v busy this morning?" he says "nope!not at all." .....it's a 3-hr shift on a sunday morning before 1pm, it was quiet and uneventful, and you couldn't price shit.
the last time he decided to be this lazy, i had to move all by myself a mattress that was left on the side of the buiding that was there since open but that he couldn't be arsed to take care of. it wasn't heavy at all, thank god, and he would've realised that had he even tried to touch it. but clearly he didn't!
AND with his quiet morning, he made more of a mess.....and punched out! knowing that i'd have to pick up after him!
so yeah i was pissed. i wanted to tell him off but i'm no good at being confrontational in the moment esp when i am actually angry. and i rly didn't want to explain myself to him cus he has a track record of not listening. i was just silently fuming after he answered my question, and gave him a v dry and pissy "bye." and look, i'm not proud of me either, i know it would've been better to just tell him directly that i'd wished he'd make an effort. but i've been having a rough time and he does this every fkg week on top of being a fkg dumbass and the world's most shallow conversationalist 😭 i hate himmmm
but yes i know i know, next time if he does smth i don't like, i'll be upfront abt him and not rely on mild passive aggression to get my thoughts across :/
#ray says#we were 'this' close to being almost friends and now he singlehandedly makes me want to quit lmao#he is male incompetence personified#he is proof that trauma does not make you wiser. he's immature and proud of it
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The Recycling Bin
“No, you idiot,” one of the students hissed, “that bin’s clearly for trash - look, it’s all brown and everything!” He grimaced emphatically at a slimy banana peel that hadn’t quite made its way into the receptacle.
“I can see that, man, I don’t wear these glasses for nothing,” his friend grumbled, peering owlishly over the top of the rather overfilled blue recycling box he was holding. “What I don’t see is the bin I’m actually meant to be putting this shit in. Y’know, saving the planet and all that crap.”
The first boy rolled his eyes, glancing around the dingy parking lot in the hopes that a large blue dumpster would suddenly appear, preferably with a massive neon recycling symbol pointing helpfully in its direction.
“Well, it’s not my fault you decided to wait two weeks after moving in before bothering to empty your recycling, dumbass.”
“Oh yeah? At least I have a recycling bin, you were too scared to ask Housing for another one after destroying the one you started off with. By running it over with your fucking minivan.”
The two glared at each other* while politely moving aside to allow another student to cheerfully chuck their trash into the bin. The first boy finally looked away, nearly ready to admit defeat and ask a passing pedestrian for help, when his gaze landed on a sliver of rusted tan paint peeking out from the stone wall behind the trash receptacles. He took a few cautious steps toward the wall and the sliver revealed itself to be a solitary and decidedly-not-blue dumpster without so much as a fleck of neon indicating its presence. However, a faded list of items labeled RECYCLABLE on the side gave a clue to its true nature.
Excitedly, the first student waved his friend toward him, sighed, then strode over and dragged the clueless and vision-obstructed bin carrier to the newly-discovered recycling container.
“I found it!” the first declared proudly. “Toss your shit in and let’s get out of here.”
“Finally,” replied the second, who had barely managed to keep the crushed cans and soggy** cardboard from spilling out while being pulled to their destination. “Took you long enough.”
He dumped the smaller bin’s contents into the receptacle, relieved, and set the now-empty container on the ground. The first boy snatched the bin up with an expression of triumph, holding it out of reach of his friend.
“Thanks for the bin, man,” he smirked, ready to get rid of his own recycling. After all, two weeks is a long time for anything to be left piling up, and it was about time he got rid of the broken blue pieces buried in the trunk of his minivan.
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*Or rather, the first boy glared at an equally accusatory empty milk carton balanced about where the other’s eyes should be.
**The milk carton was unfortunately not as empty as originally suspected.
#first post#original story#this randomly popped into my head#based on true events#sort of#feedback welcome#creative writing#writing
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Damn panko I really wanna make out with chamber in the back of a car while lana is playing on the radio. Preferably with heavy rain outside q.q
I hope you have a great day/night yaya♡
⚚ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 ..
summary: a cold autumny night in a parisian parking lot, italian food on their side and lana del rey in their ears.
she/her!reader x chamber ( established relationship )
a/n: this man is so fine holy shit i can’t but i also wanna drop kick him. btw thank you so much i hope you have a great one too <3 idk if this is quite what you imagined but i hope you like it nonetheless :). all of the songs are linked throughout the text if anyone wants to listen while reading ( spotify only, sorry !! )
chamber doesn’t quite remember how they ended up in this situation. the whole car smelled like italian takeout, the windows cold from the pouring rain that was knocking on their safe haven with the heat on blast. it was a cool autumn night in paris and the stars seemed to be their only companion at this lonesome parking lot they were resting in. y/n draped her other leg over his as well, taking another bite from her dish and immediately regretting it, as it had been an incredibly hot part of some gnocchis chamber had bought for her. that was the least he could do, he had said. she lightly smiled at that memory.
y/n had suggested to try something new and exciting in terms of food for their last night of their vacation trip, suggesting to him an idea that had been tempting her for quite a while now. sure, she liked when he took her out to dinner to all kinds of fancy restaurants all over the world, matching with her outfits which he specifically chose for the occasion. their last time eating out had been in napoli, where she had worn a gorgeous flowy green dress and he had worn a matching green tie.
the reason why they had decided on eating italian takeout had been hence their experience in napoli. quite regrettably though, their food now was nothing in comparison to what they had eaten then — though it was the reminiscence that counted, so y/n thought. she leaned back on the car seat, looking over to her lover in a slight daze. he had already finished his food, not wanting to admit that he had indeed enjoyed it quite a bit. now he was stroking her leg, looking quite out of it which was very rare. y/n thought he looked pretty when he was relaxed. he looked pretty to her all the time actually, but especially when he started feeling so comfortable around her that he was just able to let go of his worries for a bit.
she finished the last bit of that burning hot gnocchi, holding the nearly empty box to chamber. with an ironic annoyed huff, chamber rolled his eyes and took it from her, finishing her last pieces of food. this had become quite a common occurrence whenever they ate together, since y/n was never able to finish anything food wise on her own. it had nothing to do with the portioning, she had claimed when chamber asked her about it for the first time. it was just that seeing how much she had left made her lose her appetite; it was an odd problem that she had but made chamber adapt to her and order less of his food to accommodate to both of their needs.
“i don’t want this junk in my car”, chamber said, looking at the empty boxes with a slight hostility. y/n couldn’t help but grin a little. he was like a manchild sometimes, a spoiled manchild. “can’t you teleport it somewhere?”, she joked, earning a sarcastic “haha, very funny, ma chérie” in return, paired with yet another eye roll. “come, give it to me, i’ll run to the garbage bin quickly.” — “absolutely not!”
chamber looked almost terrified at the thought of letting his girlfriend run out of their dry safety into the merciless rain, maybe even touching his new leather interior with her wet designer clothes — how could she even suggest that! “if that was a joke it was not a funny one”, chamber mumbled, leaning over the front seat to put the trash into the plastic bag it originally came in. the bag rustled and he almost had a heart attack when he thought he dropped some left overs on his driver’s seat. but no, thankfully it was just a crumpled tissue she had used.
since he was already in the front area, he turned up the stereo a bit, allowing lana del rey to transform the quiet noise of their current environment into painting a story about her and her wild lover for the couple. when chamber leaned back fully back into his seat, he motioned her to shift closer to him, enveloping her in a lose hug with his head on hers when she did so. not quite satisfied with the level of intimacy yet, y/n pulled herself into his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek after she did so. chamber smiled at her advancements, kissing that one spot under her chin just as she liked. she giggled quietly ( idiotically, so she thought but to chamber it was very endearing and made him want to kiss every part of her mouth that had allowed those glorious sounds to escape ).
just then, her playlist switched from blue jeans to blue banisters. he smiled at this, knowing that this song had been the first song she had introduced him to, which led to it being quote unquote ‘their song’. chamber did not believe in that idea at first ( after all “how could a song belong to you if you contributed nothing to it!” ) but when he caught himself smilling in awe whenever she hummed parts of it while tasting his food in the communal kitchen or polishing her equipment with a handkerchief she had stolen from him quite a while ago, he couldn’t help but associate it with their relationship whenever he heard it.
chamber brushed her hair out of her face, placing a hush of a kiss on her neck as he did so. everything about her had been right for him from the start. he had failed to realize for so long but now, in moments like these, he was more than grateful for the world to have bestowed him with the gift that was the feeling of her in his lap with her hands caressing the soft skin on the back of his neck; the sound of her humming along to their song; the sight of her eyes trailing every part of his face as if there were a hidden treasure placed just for her and nobody else.
when their eyes met, y/n gently sighed, placing a kiss on his lips while cupping his cheek. becoming immersed in the moment and the intoxicating feeling of her intimacy, chamber felt the curve of her back, bringing her even closer to him than before. gaining a bit of courage, she brought the hand that was resting on the back of his neck forwards to his chest, taking some of the material of his dress shirt into her fist and pulling it on accident, making him grin and backing away an inch from her face. “is there something you want, my love?”
no, in fact y/n had not thought about anything leading from the position they were in now. actually, until he had pulled away, she had had no thoughts at all, only feeling him on her lips and everywhere else, leaving his touch in the air all around her figure with his alluring smell. it was weird. she felt like she was being snapped out of a daydream over which she had no control. “no actually, i like the way it is right now.”, she whispered, unsure of what he wanted. maybe he did want to try something new? no. not chamber. not “…in my car, no.”
chamber chuckled, burying his face in the nape of her neck, lightly placing kisses on the soft skin there. “wouldn’t probably, be very comfortable, probably”, y/n muttered, repeating her words without even realizing it. he was making her mind cloudy. if he would’ve been a stranger she would’ve thought he had drugged her. chamber retreated from her neck, smiling at her while shaking his head. “no”, he mumbled, “probably not.”
the playlist switched yet again, deciding to play wild at heart for them this time. the sound of lana’s voice was like a siren to them. chamber imagined their car to be the safest spot for him in a sea of sirens, voices and figures that tried imitating the entirety of his girlfriend’s character; but he, and only he, had realized how to discern the actual her unlike all the others before him, leaving him with her in his arms in his untouchable safe space that was her presence, drifting above the waves of everything that bothered him whenever he wasn’t with her.
trailing his fingers down her thighs, he closed the gap between them once again, digging his hands into the wellknown flesh when he felt her tug on his shirt for the second time. she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me, he thought. i’m completely at her mercy and she will never know just how much i will do for her. y/n felt herself getting hotter from all the touching they were doing and decided to do something risky. she had to practically tear herself from his lips, looking down at him through half lidded eyes.
oh, how beautiful he was. lips slightly parted, he looked up at her with something which some would call the doe eyed look. his chest was rising and sinking quite quickly, expression confused as he wasn’t grasping the reason for her sudden interruption of their shared trance they had found themselves in seconds earlier. she couldn’t help but brush her thumb over his reddened lower lip, pecking at the corner of his mouth. “i want to go home. let’s go home.” her voice had partially given out by the half of the first sentence, so she had quickly shot the latter one after to make herself sound more resolute and clear. understanding the hint, chamber nodded, still a bit out of it. he usually liked to take his time when they made love, it never ever had a beginning like this, for god’s sake he was a romantic after all, why can’t he ever refuse her —
biting her lip in hidden excitement over her small triumph, y/n looked down at him one last time before climbing into the passenger seat. when he pulled his seatbelt over his chest with impatience, she did grow slightly worried. was he really in any condition to drive?
y/n layed her hand on his that was resting on her thigh as they drove past the avenue de neuilly, catching a glimpse of his profile with the lonesome boulevard greyishly haunting in the background. it felt like they were the only two people left in the world. the stereo gave them one last song before they arrived at the sophisticated hotel they were staying in, making chamber turn the volume down to a minimum, not wanting to think of this ever ending.
A/N: I COULDNT STOP BLUSHING AT MY OWN WORK i’m screaming
#valorant fluff#valorant#valorant fanfiction#valorant x reader#chamber smut#chamber fluff#chamber x reader#chamber#chamber valorant#chamber fanfiction#pankosvalorant
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can you make a part 2 of the last one (telling you he wants to marry you while drunk) where he talks about it the day after while sober too 🥺 + I absolutely loooove your writing
ask and u shall receive also thank u v much bff ily, thought i’d treat u for my 1k followers
part 2 of you and florence pugh
drunk words, sober thoughts - mason mount
Mason’s head was pounding when he woke the next morning, pads of his fingers pressing harshly into his temple in an attempt to alleviate just a little bit of the pain, face smushing into the pillow to block out the sunlight that wasn’t helping. His mouth was dry, stomach turning and the instant wave of regret that hit him was like a punch to the face. He knew shots were always a bad idea yet he still let his friends pour one after another down his throat. Quite frankly he felt like he’d been hit by a train and to make matters worse, your side of the bed was empty and cold.
“Feeling shit?” Your voice was soft from the doorway and it took Mason all the effort in his body to lift his head and meet your eyes, squinting them against the harsh light. You were leant against the door frame, glass of water and a box of tablets in hand, a Mcdonald’s bag swinging from your wrist. You’d gotten dressed and had clearly been out for breakfast in the time he’d been sleeping and he felt slightly guilty until you flashed him a grin.
“How bad was it?” He asked, voice rough and still full of sleep and the face you pulled was enough of an answer for him.
“You tried to go swimming in the lake on our way home. You also told me you couldn’t actually come home with me because your girlfriend would be really upset and you wouldn’t do that to her, then you threw up in someone’s bin.” Mason winced and fell back into the mound of pillows, the heels of his hands digging into his eyes as though he could push the whole night away. He really didn’t remember any of that, to be quite honest he doesn’t remember anything passed about 10PM.
“You promised you wouldn’t let me go silly.” He complained, groaning when the bed dipped as you settled cross legged next to his head. He peaked one eye open to see you smiling sympathetically at him. You looked completely fine despite the fact he knew you’d been drinking too, he’d bought you a few rounds himself so how had you gotten out hangover free?
“I tried to stop you but you kept sneaking off to find Ben and every time you come back you’d told me you’d have more shots. You’re uncontrollable, Mase. Here, take these before your headache gets worse.” Mason shuffled into a half sat up position, taking the two tablets and the glass from you. “Also bought you Mcdonald’s breakfast, didn’t know what you would want so I got a few different things. Thought we could run a bath or something after and just relax.”
Mason swallowed the two pills and downed half the glass of water before tilting his head to look you, heart warming with love at everything you’d done for him. He knew it was small and probably meant nothing much to you but he loved that you wanted to take care of him, he wasn’t opposed to a little bit of pampering every now and then. He sent you a soft smile and then shuffled over so he could lay his head in your lap, humming when you immediately ran your fingers through his hair.
“Oh and I also put some clothes in the dryer ready to turn on after we get out of the bath, it was freezing when I went out this morning.” Mason fell just that little further in love with you at that and turned on to his side, snuggling a little into your left leg.
“I’m gonna marry you one day, I swear.” He mumbled into the material on your thigh, his words so muffled he wasn’t sure you’d heard at first but then your fingers paused their strokes in his hair and he halted, worried what he’d said had been a bit too forward.
You’d never talked about marriage before, Mason knew he wanted you to be his wife at some point but he’d never actually brought it up before and his heart gave a little weird thump when he let the words sink in.
“I didn’t-“
“You said that last night too, y’know.” It was Mason’s turn to freeze, your finger nails grazing over his scalp again as he settled in those words, trying to remember at what point in the night he’d asked you to marry him. That wasn’t a moment he wanted to do while he was drunk.
“I did?” He tucked his face into your thigh, a light blush creeping up his cheeks that he tried to hide as you started massaging his head, the dull thud of his hangover ebbing ever so slightly.
“Yeah, you wanted to elope, told me you thought about marrying me all the time and asked if we could go do it.” Mason let out a soft little laugh that he hid in your leg, heart feeling a little fuzzy at how you didn’t really seem put off by the thought of marrying him.
“Drunk words are sober thoughts.” He said, shuffling to look up at you, his head still pretty much planted in your lap and you brushed your hand over the side of his head.
“Really?” He watched your lips tilt into a little shy smile.
“Y/N, I wouldn’t just randomly start talking about marrying you if I didn’t actually want to marry you. Obviously I’m glad we didn’t actually elope because I want to do the whole big wedding thing with you but I do want to marry you one day. I’d be the luckiest man alive if I got to call you my wife.” Mason brushed his thumb over your thigh and then gave it a soft pat, smile forming on his face. “Y/N Mount has a pretty nice ring to it.”
“You really want to marry me?”
“Yes. I want it more than anything.” He whispered and then wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed, head settling back in your lap. “Gonna marry you so fucking hard.” Mason didn’t know it but those were the exact same words he’d mumbled to you last night and they sent a little thrill through you, adoration flared in your heart and you bent over to kiss his forehead.
“We should get Chilly ordained and then next time we get drunk we can actually elope.” Your voice was teasing and Mason knew you were joking about eloping but it made him giddy thinking about the fact you’d basically agreed to marrying him one day. You pressed another kiss against his head and mumbled a soft “I love you” before going back to stroking his head, the talk of marrying the love of his life making his horrific hangover that little bit easier to handle.
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A blurb where Harry is away for work n so is Florence but reader has book meetings so can’t go with any of them, one of them coming back on break surprise after a few weeks and reader hasn’t been taken care of herself at all like no food in fridge, being very concerned reader begging not to tell the other, angst
Home Alone
Harry/Florence/Reader
Words: 1.9K
Summary: With Harry off on tour and Florence off shooting a movie, a series of meetings for your upcoming book leaves you home alone in London for a few weeks... it results in a lot of takeaways.
Jerking awake as I heard a noise, I sat up and looked around the bedroom, my heart racing in my chest. Hearing another noise, I dived onto the other side of the bed and pulled out the giant knife I had put under it before holding it up as I jumped out of the bed.
Quickly grabbing my phone, I ran over to the bathroom and closed the door, locking it quickly. My hands shook as I tried to get it open and dial 999.
The door to the bedroom squeaked as it was opened.
"I called the police!! And I have a knife!" I screamed as aimed the knife at the door.
"Oh god, babe. It's me!" Harry called out as he rushed over to the door. "It's okay, it's just me. Please tell the police not to come,"
Putting the knife down, I opened the door and punched Harry in the arm hard. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Almost gave me a heart attack!" I groaned as I clutched my chest and took a deep breath. "Fuck,"
"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to scare you just surprise you. Surprise!" Harry said as he opened his arms.
Taking a step closer, I hugged him tightly. "I'm very surprised. I've missed you!" I mumbled as I breathed in the smell of him.
"Did you tell the police to not come?" Harry asked as he rubbed my back.
"I never actually got as far to call them. My hands were shaking so bad, I think I only managed to dial 9," I replied as I looked at him with a smile. "For how long are you home?"
Harry smiled back and stroked my cheek. "Just a night. Have to fly out tomorrow at 3,"
"Not very long," I said as I tried to keep the smile on my face. For a split second, I almost wished he hadn't come cause now I had to say goodbye to him again. "What time is it anyway? I was sleeping when you tried to kill me," I pulled back and walked over to the bed.
"It's four in the afternoon, why were you asleep?" Harry asked as he stepped into the bathroom to grab the knife. Making a note of the mess, he turned off the light and looked around the bedroom, noting the mess in there too.
"I might have fucked up my days and nights a little," I said quietly as I grabbed the chocolate wrapper on the bed and threw it into the bin, blushing as I saw all the other empty wrappers in it.
"Why are you staying up so late? You can't be sleeping all day. It's not good for you," Harry asked as he came over and put the knife on the nightstand before taking a seat next to me.
I shrugged and looked down into my lap.
"Are you having nightmares? Staying up late watching tv?" he asked as he put an arm around me.
"Your shows don't start before 2 or 3 usually and then I'm too excited after it ends so I usually stay awake an hour after it ends," I whispered.
"Baby," Harry said as he made me look at him. "That's why you're staying up? You've seen the show in person several times and you'll be seeing it several times more. It's very sweet but you need your sleep,"
"It's different!" I protested. "I have to see what you're gonna wear and every show is slightly different! And what if something happens? I need to know. I want to see every show. I feel like I'm there with you when I'm watching and I don't miss you as much,"
Harry sighed as he pulled me in for a hug. "Baby,"
I whined as I snuggled close. "Don't be mad! I haven't broken any rules so you can't be mad!" I told him as my stomach rumbled loudly.
"We'll discuss this later cause you can't keep staying up all night. Let's go downstairs and I'll cook us something," Harry said as he gave me a little kiss before standing. "Let's bring down the garbage that's up here so we can throw it out, and let's open a window cause it's very stuffy,"
"Okay," I mumbled as I walked over to the windows and cracked it open. Picking up the bin, I picked up a few more pieces of garbage before following Harry downstairs.
"We can order in? I'd love Chinese. Or Indian!" I quickly spoke up as I remember the state of the kitchen and the fridge. "You don't have to cook, you just got here," I smiled and grabbed his hand.
"It's okay. I'd love a home-cooked meal," Harry smiled as he walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, so, don't be mad," I said as I put the bin down and walked into the kitchen with him. Dirty dishes were overflowing in the sink and there were two bags of garbage just sitting on the floor, plus there was a stack of pizza boxes on the counter.
Harry took in the mess before heading to the fridge. Opening he saw that it mostly held just drinks and condiments, nothing to make a decent meal out of.
I bit my lip as I watched Harry close the fridge before moving silently over to the garbage. He counted the pizza boxes and looked at the bags which clearly showed all the takeaway containers.
"Baby," Harry sighed as he turned around and looked at me.
"I said don't be mad!" I whimpered as I pulled down the sleeves on my jumper and hid my hands inside.
"I'm not mad but I am worried. You're not getting good sleep and you're clearly not eating too good. The house is a mess," He looked at me concerned. "Are you okay? Have you been outside any? Gotten fresh air?"
I could feel tears stinging in my eyes and I had to look away cause I couldn't deal with the disappointment in his eyes.
"Come here," He said as he took a seat by the kitchen table and pulled up a chair opposite him.
Sniffling, I walked over and took a seat - looking down the whole time.
"Your health and well-being are one of the most important things to me. The habits that you've got going on right now aren't good for you, baby. You can't keep doing what you're doing," Harry said in a very determined tone.
"Please don't tell Florence," I sniffled as I looked at him. "I'll stop. I won't do it anymore, I'll do better but don't tell her," I asked him.
Harry smiled as he stroked my cheek. "We don't keep secrets from each other. You know that,"
Whimpering, I leaned against him and let out a little cry. "She'll be upset too. I didn't mean for it to happen but it's too difficult. I don't like being alone, I can't do it"
Harry wrapped his hands around me and swayed us back and forth lightly. "I know, baby, I know," he whispered. "I'm going to fix it,"
A few minutes later when I'd stopped crying and my stomach was rumbling even louder, Harry pulled back. "I'm going to order us some food. Can you be a good girl and take out all the garbage?" he asked with a smile.
Wiping my eyes on the sleeves of my jumper, I nodded. "Okay,"
Standing up, I grabbed the garbage bags by the counter and put them by the door before I started collecting everything else around the house. It was embarrassing just how much I ended up collecting and how many trips I had to take outside to get rid of it all.
Once I was done, I could hear Harry upstairs in the laundry room so I walked up the stairs slowly. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I sighed before walking into the bedroom instead of walking over to Harry. The bed had been stripped and the duvet was hanging out the window getting aired out.
"Fuck," I whispered as my eyes welled up with tears yet again. Hearing the door to the laundry room close, I sniffled and quickly wiped my eyes before turning around as Harry walked in.
"Food should be here within the hour. You okay?" Harry asked as he put the fresh sheets and blankets down on the bed.
"I'm fine," I replied as I tried giving him a smile.
Harry came over and put his hands around my waist. "Want to try again?"
I could feel my bottom lip trembling as I played with his cross necklace. "I'm really sorry," I stammered out. "You came all this way and I've ruined our time together cause I'm too stupid to function alone," I quickly put my hands over my eyes as I let out a sob.
Harry pulled me in for a tight hug. "Baby, you didn't ruin anything and you're not stupid!" he said firmly. "Do you hear me? You're so smart and clever. Plus any time I spend with you is priceless to me, it doesn't matter what we're doing,"
"You only have one meeting left right? Then you're going to come stay with me for a bit then you'll go see Florence. I'll talk to her about what's been going on so we can figure out the best way for you to be safe and happy at home until then," Harry told me as he rubbed my back.
I let out a loud sob and grasped onto him tightly. "No! I want to come with you now! I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't care about the meetings! Please don't leave me!" I cried.
Harry led me over to the bed so we could sit down and cuddle. "It'll be okay, I promise. We'll figure something out,"
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"I'll see you in a week," Harry said as he stroked my cheek.
I nodded and gave him a little smile. "It'll go by fast I'm sure. Be there in no time, jet-lagged and ready to complain about the long flight,"
He glanced at his phone as it buzzed. "I can't wait. Remember, I've made you some meals, you can order takeaway one time and try and go to sleep at a decent hour," Harry smiled as he gave me a hug.
"I'll try," I whispered as I closed my eyes and hugged him as tightly as I could. "Now go! You don't want to keep your driver waiting!" I said as I pulled back and put my hands in my pockets.
"I love you," Harry said softly as he leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss.
Smiling, I kissed him back. "I love you too," I replied as he pulled back.
Harry picked up his little bag and opened the door. "7 days," he said as he stepped out.
"7 days," I said and watched him get into the car. Waving at him, I blew him a kiss before they disappeared from view. "It's just 7 days," I whispered as I closed the front door and locked it.
Turning off all the lights I grabbed the knife from the kitchen and headed upstairs. Crawling into bed, I ignored the tears running down my cheek as I put the knife back under the pillow and pulled the blankets over me. It was going to be a long week.
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Can I request some chilly fluff? Anything really, just some cute sweet chilly fluff with a little bit of angst maybe?
of course! here's an idea that's been swimming around my brain all day lol
helping hand
ben isn't coping with his newest responsibility and his best friend comes to save the day once again
It's honestly less about the news than it is about the fact that you didn’t here it from him. Texts have gone mostly unanswered since you read that online article you first believed was false, only for it to be confirmed by him. You offered a congratulations despite the pain it brought to you to hear that you had completely lost your chance.
You had probably called him about a million times, each time ringing out and some even being hung up after merely a few rings.
At first, you worried that something had happened. Then you managed to wrangle the news out of Mason that everything was well, you let yourself have those days of utter heartbreak that he had found a girl, started to settle down and then completely cut you out of the picture. This was the first time in all of your 23 years that you hadn't been able to speak to him about things that were going on. He seemed to have completely fogotten about you and you couldn't bring yourself to think of a reason why.
She never really did like you, his girlfriend. You could only imagine it had something to do with the fact that Ben was incredibly close with you. A lot of girls had been unhappy with the fact that while dating Ben, they were subject to teasing that everyone was surprised he was dating when they had thought he was so clearly in love with you. You understand that, it would be irritating but nothing had ever happened between you and Ben that might suggest you would ever get together. People just love a rumour.
What had really hit you, however was seeing her from the Instagram you followed. She didn't even appear to be in London, never mind with him and that made no sense by the timeline you had managed to figure out.
That's how you found yourself standing at his door with what felt like a million bags and a feeling of hurt you had never actually had before. You cornered Mason, refusing to leave until he told you what the hell was going on and when he did, you were gone like a flash with a broken heart to seek out the man who needed you now more than he ever did.
Your heart shatters even more when you step into his house, pushing it open and pulling out the key he gave you a few months ago as you head carefully to the kitchen. You can hear him trying to talk, his voice strained and croaky as he attempts to speak over the sound of the screaming baby girl.
"Come on sweetheart," he begs, "Please take your bottle, I promise you're just tired."
His house is messier than you've ever seen it with gifts unopened, blankets and bottles, baby toys and clothes strewn around everywhere you could see.
You're quick and quiet to get to work clearing the place up, clean clothes being folded and sat in his clean laundry hamper while sorting the dirty things and shoving them into the washing machine by colour before tidying away all the blankets into the baby boxes he had set up in his front room. The infant upstairs screams the entire time you whiz around, throwing an entire bin bag worth of rubbish out of his kitchen before restocking all the shelves and his empty fridge with food for him and milk powder for the little girl. The pizza you shoved in the oven the second you arrived was finished after 15 minutes, so you plated that and left it on the kitchen island before you decided to make you presence known to him.
"Need a helping hand?"
His head whips around rapidly, instinctively tucking his daughter closer into his chest before he recognised your voice and turned his face back away from you. "You shouldn't be here, (y/n)." He mumbles, bouncing his legs to try and get that screeching to stop before he starts crying again himself.
How had everything ended up so messy? He found a girl that he thought he loved, he had his best friends and he had you. She got pregnant and he was ecstatic until she told him she wasn't interested in having a baby. It was too late to do anything about it, so she gave birth to that baby and legally signed over parental rights wholly and fully to a destroyed Ben. You, of course, had to find this out half from the tabloids and half from Mason. Ben was absolutely affronted. He was mortified. How had he gotten himself in this position?
You were the first and only person he wanted to tell. He was desperate to seek out your arms and have an absolute sob to you so you could help him fix this like you do with everything else, but he couldn't bring himself to face you. He cut you off slowly and carefully without even noticing himself because she had coaxed him into it. She played him like a fiddle, let him grow her platform and fund her lifestyle until she had everything she wanted from him and left him with something that was supposed to be theirs to love forever.
As if things couldn't get worse, from the moment he found out she was having a baby he had realised he didn't want kids or a life with anyone but you and now here he is, with a baby that has no mother and he had lost you. How could he just go back crying to you now after all the hurt he had caused you? What kind of person does that? He made this mess and it was his to clean up.
"Mason told me what happened. You can fight me all you want, Ben but I'm not going to go anywhere so you may as well just let me help." You say firmly, not inviting a single space for him to actually contest your words. His shoulder deflate even further than they already are as he finally turns to meet your eyes.
There's bags and dark circles beneath his with greasy, messy hair and a shirt he probably hadn't changed in longer than he should.
"I'm sorry." He croaks, clamping down on his lip with his teeth so he doesn't immediately burst out crying at the sight of you standing there in his house. God, he's missed you so much he couldn't even begin to put it into words and his emotions are so messed up from the lack of sleep that he'll cry at just about anything right now. "It's forgotten about. We don't have to talk about it, I'm here to help."
The weight that lifts off of Ben's shoulder is the kind of immense relief that only really you can bring to him, honestly. There are few people that he has ever met that can ease him like you can and knowing he doesn't have to explain this whole situation really is something he's so thankful for.
"This is Lilly," he says weakly, nodding his head down at her whining. You smile immediately and without thought, stepping forward to get a closer look at the small baby, only two weeks old and already giving her dad a run for his money. "Hello Lilly," you coo softly, raising your hand to stroke her cheek with your finger in the most gentle manner he's ever seen. "Can I? I feel like I've missed out on two weeks worth of aunt (y/n) cuddles."
He tries not to think much into the fact you refer to yourself as her aunt because if he lets enough thought onto it, he'll find himself breaking his heart over you all over again. Ben nods, passing her into your arms carefully.
"I'll feed her, I made some pizza for you so you should go eat." You hold our your hand to take the bottle from him, but he frowns. "I-" Ben stutters, "I don't want to just lump you with her, plus she's upset so I shouldn't leave her y'know? It's not fair on-"
"Go and eat Ben, and have a shower while you're at it. We'll be fine in here, I've babysat a million times before." You shrug, taking the bottle from him as you step further into the nursery instead of standing in the doorway cradling the still whimpering little girl in her pink onesie. "But I-"
"Go."
"I should-"
"Ben go, now."
Ben sighs in defeat and turns on his heel, the rumbling of his stomach finally giving him away as he realises just how hungry and smelly he actually is. No wonder the infant was crying in his hold.
He trudges downstairs, hearing the sounds of those winging dying down as he does, half expecting to walk into the messy swamp he had left when he went upstairs earlier this morning, only to see the whole bottom floor of the house was basically as spotless as it had been the day he moved in, bar the baby variety adjustments he had made to welcome the new arrival.
He makes a mental note to thank you more and do some grovelling and apologising later on. He knows he has to do it and he knows he'll explain in more detail what really happened probably later today, but for now he will scoff that pizza down his throat faster than he has ever consumed a meal in all of his life before raining the cupboards that he discovered you had stocked. He is reminded with every step he takes around his house that this is you, again, here holding him up when the world around him feels like its completely crumbled.
This is what you do, you keep him together, fix him up after the heartbreaks and breakups preparing him for the next girl who's pieces you'll have to pick up when they hurt him. This time he doesn't want another girl, he wants you. This time, the one time that he would be miles too late. He's got a baby now that he needs to focus on and he can't imagine that you're going to want an instant family even if you could really see past the fact he had ghosted you for nearly five straight months from the moment he found out his girlfriend was pregnant. He can't forgive himself, so how on earth would you?
If he would ask, you would tell him you already had. Seeing how hurt he was, how genuinely sorry things had ended dup like this with everyone in his life he was was enough for you. It was enough to cause you actual physical pain. You never could hold a grudge considering the situation he had ended up in.
Ben had never ever once in his life being more thankful for his shower. He’s also pretty sure he fell asleep against the wall with the heat of the shower steam loosening his muscles and the fatigue of barely an hours sleep catching up to him. He towel dries off his hair, letting the towel hang around his neck as he rubs it against his head while he pads along the soft carpet of his hallway from the bedroom to his beautifully done pink nursery where he hears no crying, at all.
But he does here soft talking.
“Giving your daddy a hard time eh, pretty girl.” You hum softly, slowly swaying from side to side. She lays in your arms, looking up at you and stealing every bit of your heart with her daddies eyes. “He deserves it a little, you know. Just ‘cause he done me out of some adorable baby cuddles y’know?” Ben can hear the teasing smile on your lips as he leans against the doorframe out of your sight, keeping quiet so as not to be detected. “But he’s a good man, sweet girl. One of the best, actually. And i know he’s already such a good daddy to you, he loves you so so much. Do you know that, eh?” You say quietly. Ben catches the sight of you swaying that amazed little baby who coos up at you, reaching for your finger to hold. “Mhm, and i love you too. You have no idea how loved you are.” That’s one thing Ben can agree on.
“And you might not know it now because you’re little, but i do know one thing for absolute certain; I’m always gonna be here for you, and for your daddy even if he’s as stubborn about it as they come. You’ve got to help me out though, eh sweet girl? Be good to that daddy of yours. Yeah, sleepy baby? Mhm, my sweet girl.” The way you hum, bouncing her carefully and swaying in just the right way for her to fall asleep in your arms. Ben watches you for only a minute more, softly singing a little lullaby to her that makes Ben’s heart swell to ache so much that he has to take a small little video before he heads off downstairs with one last look.
When you finally greet him downstairs with a tight hug that he sinks into immediately, resting his cheek on your shoulder as your hands massage your fingers through his freshly cleaned hairs as his arms hug around your waist. “I’ve missed you.” He admits, words muffled by your sweatshirt. The feeling of your fingers at the nape of his neck makes him hum in content and sink into you peacefully just like his baby daughter did not half an hour ago. You’re just perfect for them both in every way and there is not one bone in his body that doesn’t wish he had started his family with you.
But with that realisation comes one more; that he will not settle until he has given everything he has, tried with every morsel of him to earn your forgiveness. He might not of started his family with you, but he is damn determined to make you part of it.
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She was his best friend and they shared everything together already anyway. What difference would it make if it were a hat, shampoo, or the same bed sometimes? So what? That's what the Uni Daze were about, having fun, traditions, getting serious, new relationships, friendships, heart ache, break-ups, make ups, secrets, the occasional/casual bajingo here and there, and possibly, just maybe, finding the love of your life and hoping that it all works out.
Warnings: smut, slow burn, angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of verbal abuse
Harry Styles x OC (Face claim Zendaya)
Uni Daze Masterlist
Chapter 1 (Word Count 4k)
Harry
Water droplets cascaded down my neck before I grabbed a towel to throw over my head. That shower was definitely needed. My muscles would be sore from my workout this morning, but I enjoy the ache. As I headed towards my room to put on clothes I noticed that my roommates door was still closed and for Michelle this can only mean one thing.
I pulled up my trousers and pulled my t-shirt over my head before layering it with a plaid button up. If she doesn't wake up soon, I'll be forced to take measures into my own hands. I walked halfway down the hall and then stopped to pick up the beanie that I let Michelle borrow last night. The hat was carelessly tossed on the floor along with a t-shirt of hers and a pink-ish orange lace bra. This was just one of the many downsides of living with a woman. Even if she is your best mate, finding the occasional bras and panties mixed into your clothes on laundry day can put a damper on your chances of trying and talk to a girl if you don’t have a washer and drier in house, and lets not even mention those four to five days out of the month when a tampon box is left on the bathroom sink and you have to explain that to a date. Not thinking, I picked all of the items up before I dropped the shirt and bra on the ground, feeling somewhat awkward touching something that was so close in contact with Michelle's...intimate bits.
"Michelle?!" No answer…
"Mitchell?! Wake up you're gonna be late for our first class!”
I laughed to myself at her lack of response before I sauntered back down the hall to my room grabbing the Ultimate Alarm; a fog horn that Michelle, the lads, and I nabbed from a school footie game. We each have one and have all have organized to use it with each other when the drink has made us more sluggish than functional.
Not much has changed since the first day I met Michelle. She's the only one here that I've met who seems to have stayed the same throughout all the three years of university that I've known her....That can be looked at as both a good and a bad thing.
Shaking the foghorn with devilish delight and biting my cheeks so that I wouldn't blow my cover, my feet stopped in front of her door once again. I cracked the entrance slightly sticking my arm in the room and turning my head away to shield my ears as much as possible from the noise. As soon as I pressed the button to sound it off, I heard a loud thudding sound followed by cursing. If she wasn't up before, she's up now.
"WHAT THE FUCK, HAZLAND?!”
I ran back to my room to put the horn down and grab my bag. This is the first year that I haven't strained my back to pick it up. Fouth year with a lighter load but more studying than I did in all the other three years combined seems pretty backwards to me, but I won't complain.
"What time is it?”
"Half- Oh-“
Michelle emerged from her room looking worse for wear. Her hair was in a nest atop her head and she only wore a long sleeved burgundy t-shirt and a black pair of boy short knickers on her lithe, lanky frame. I swallowed deeply and turned my head away not expecting her to be so scantily clad. The colors contrasted with her warm honey/caramel skin tone and it was only then that I took in how much of her skin was actually showing. I've seen her naked before but it was an accident and brief. Very brief. I only saw her outlines really, nothing of real importance... not that I was trying to look or anything.
"Half past eight. Go put on trousers! I don't want to see your bajingo!”
Michelle primped her dry lips at me prior to moistening them with a swipe of her tongue, making sure to flip her middle finger up in my direction before she disappeared back into her room.
"Everyone wants to see my bajingo Harry and that's plenty of time for me to get ready. You didn't have to use the Ultimate Alarm. It's not like I was in a drug induced coma!”
"I called you twice but you didn't answer. I thought that-“
I trailed off my words as a gorgeous blonde walked out of Michelle's room. Her hair was tussled and she was scrambling to adjust her skirt as Michelle looked at me with a tightlipped grin, feeling out the room.Michelle walked her secret house guest to the door and gave her a lingering kiss that caused the girl to stand on tip toe before awkwardly waving a goodbye to her and shutting the door. I was left stunned.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor Styles!”
"That- that was a girl.”
“Yes."
"She was your friend?”
“No."
Michelle walked into the kitchen grabbing an orange juice carton out of the refrigerator. She took a sip straight from the jug causing me to grimace before she rolled her eyes at me and grabbed a red solo cup. I was only momentarily distracted before I continued on my previous trail of thought.
"But, you were...and she…"
"Yes Harry, spit it out come on. You're almost there. I know it. I can feel it”
"She was putting her clothes back on.”
Michelle nodded her head in agreement as she continued to guzzle the rest of our citrusy, pulp free juice. After she finished it, she tossed the empty plastic to me and then walked out of the kitchen. I was right by the bin but set the cup on the countertop as my brain continued to navigate through what I think I want to ask.
"You didn't have on many clothes…"
"No, Harry. Neither of us did last night.”
Michelle folded her arms while squinting at me. The hint she's dropped allows what comes out of my mouth next to be uninhibited and honestly sound a bit too over zealous about the idea.
"You had sex with her?”
Michelle nodded her head up and down grinning slightly. Almost a smug look on her face I would say. She hadn't been in a relationship in a while. The last one I remember was when she was with my best mate Louis. It's how I met her as a matter of fact. Michelle and Louis are virtually the same person. It's freaky sometimes. She could be a reincarnate of him as a girl. They were inseparable, but when it ended it ended badly. I'm still not clear on the reason why. Neither of them will talk about it, but I managed to stay neutral in the whole situation and still be able to carry on a friendship with both of them. I'm still good friends with Lou, but he doesn't come around as much since I moved in with Michelle. Me and her got on so well while her and Louis dated it was hard not to become friends with her as well. Louis moved on and moved in with his bird earlier this year and I haven't really seen Michelle with anyone...Until now.
"So-so, you're a lesbian then?”
"Yes Harry. I've 'switched teams' as they say.”
"Since when?” I was just so shocked.
"Since over the summer...Does it bother you?” Michelle looked down at the ground and scratched the back of her neck as if she were bracing herself if I said it did and to be honest I was slightly offended that she’d think that way of me.
“No… No, I just never saw you with anyone over the summer.”
I could hear a sigh of relief escape Michelle’s lips as she turned to leave the front door.
I could have sworn she only hung out with me and the lads when Louis wasn't around. She hung out with us so much and we'd gotten so comfortable around her that we actually started counting her as one of the guys and calling her 'Mitch' or 'Mitchell' instead of Michelle. She always pretends to get cross with us when we called her that, but she can never keep a straight face long enough for us to believe that she doesn't like it.
"That doesn't mean I wasn't with anyone Harrow." Michelle winked at me and went back into her room coming out ten minutes later in joggers, a t-shirt, and Nike trainers with no backpack, one pencil, and a pen. Very prepared.
"Told you thirty minutes was more than enough time. Come now, Hazland.”
"...That's what she said." I smiled proudly at my own joke while Michelle gave me an unwavering a stale face.
"If I can say anything about growth in these last 4 years of our friendship it would be that you have made the least of it. You are the worst.”
“The pot shouldn’t call the kettle names. I thought it was funny." I grinned at her irritation grabbing all of my things in preparation to start the final year.
"Of course you did. Usually when you think it's funny that means it's not.”
Michelle exited out leaving me to lock the door to our new off campus apartment but I wanted to know more.
I followed behind her and asked her all types of questions. You can't just spring on people that you've switched sides and not expect them to want to know all of the details. In all honesty it wasn't a big deal as long as she was happy. Perhaps I was just being nosy, but after usually seeing her with mainly men my underlying question to her was probably, "Why?"
"I wasn't having that much luck with guys, Haz. One night I went out for a drink and a girl approached me so I figured, why the hell not? What could it hurt, really? Nothing. I went for it, and I enjoyed myself.”
She didn't have a great track record with guys after her split with Lou. She was so unhappy at one point, but then again when you bring home assholes and expect them to turn into stand up gents tears are to be expected. They always looked like gutter grunge to me but at the moment that seemed to be her type, so I didn't say anything. I've actually spent a lot of nights with Michelle rubbing her back as she cried against my shoulder and handing her the odd Kleenex to substitute for my shirt. Now that I think about it, last summer I really didn't see her with any guys. I guess when I saw her with girls I always assumed they were just her friends.
"So...What's it like?”
"What's what like?”
"You know the, um, the switch...What's it like?" Michelle threw her head back and laughed as we reached the main building for our senior seminar class.
"You mean what's it like going from cock to fanny? Is that what you're asking me?" I raised my eyebrows at her bluntness and I could feel heat rise in my cheeks. There's no beating about the bush with Michelle, not anymore anyway.
"Pretty much, yeah. That's what I'm asking. I’m just being nosy. If it’s too much you don’t have to-“
"Honestly," Michelle shifted her eyes back and forth as if she was going to tell me the secret to life in her next sentence, "It's so much better. Guys have no clue what they're doing down there. It's so refreshing to have someone know exactly what it is that I want, when I want it, and how I want it without explaining myself like I'm a bloody rubix cube. Did you know that there are three holes down there?” She asked me sarcastically as if we weren’t both on track for Med school.
"I resent that! And no…no I didn't know that.” I replied to sarcasm with sarcasm, grinning to myself much like the purple devil emoji. I surely did know all the holes.
"Why is that, Hazland? The resentment issue?”
We took our seats in the half full lecture room at the back of the class as we normally do. Michelle, myself and the rest of the gang have started many an early weekend by sitting in the back of the class, signing the attendance sheet and then leaving when the professors back was turned. I don't think I'll do that this year though. I have too many important tests to take if I want to be a doctor. I mean to pass the UKCAT exam the first time.
"Because I'm not half bad at it. At least I don't think I am... Never got a complaint before and I don't intend to.”
Michelle laughed loudly as the professor walked in, drawing attention our way. I smiled and waved at the onlookers before Michelle chuckled again grabbing my hand to stop me as the professor started to speak.
"Just because you never got a complaint doesn't mean that it wasn't said, Harrow. Nine times out of ten, if you don’t hear a complaint it’s because she cares more about your ego than her orgasm...It’s a shame really.”
I primped my lips at her and we continued to whisper to each other back and forth while we took notes on what the professor wrote on the whiteboard during the lecture. There would be two major papers in this class. Thankfully for the twenty page essay that we'll be assigned to do later on in the quarter we can have a partner. Michelle quickly leaned her head on my shoulder choosing me to work with when the paper isn't even due until the last week of class. I of course accepted her. Not only is she my friend but she's one of those annoyingly clever people. I've honestly never seen Michelle open or purchase one required textbook in all of our three years knowing each other in our university careers, but every time marks are posted her marks are always first class honors.
By the end of class, I ended up giving Michelle a hefty amount of paper for notes in seminar and for the other classes she had throughout the rest of the day. It baffles me as to how she's this born genius, but the most unorganized person that I know at the same time. Her only response to my annoyance was, "At least I have writing utensils.”
"Was that girl this morning your girlfriend?”
"No. I'm an admitting fuckgirl. What’s the saying? If you can’t beat them join them. I refuse to be part of the played group any more. It's our last year after all. I figure it's time to up the ante. Let monogamy go.”
I laughed and shook my head before another question came up. It was always something I wanted to know about lesbians but was too embarrassed to ask. It's not like I have many lesbian friends who I could turn to and get the information that most want to know. I'm never that embarrassed around Michelle though.
"So, erm, um...who's more dominant, when you're...You know?”
Michelle rolled her eyes at the question and I began to feel like an ass.
"When we're scissoring?" She spoke loudly making my thought about embarrassment wrong.
“Chelle!"
Michelle snickered knowing that she's put a vivid image in my head of her and the mystery blonde. I shake the thought before I get too carried away. I'm not supposed to get aroused with the thought of my best friend and another girl.
"Whoever feels like it whenever they feel like it? It was always a competition with men isn't it?”
“I don’t think it’s so much a competition as it is that some women don't like being on top?” I spoke presenting the idea causing her to pop her lips in disagreement.
“It’s never asked though is it? Sounds like male assumption to me. When I'm with a girl it's just flat out pleasurable for the pair of us. It's not about dominance, Harry. It's about getting off. Scissoring isn't a thing though, by the by.”
I nodded my head up and down still in awe that she of all people had taken a liking to someone who has the same bits as she does. It didnt' bother me like she thought it did earlier and I hope I didn't give her that impression by my line of questioning. Honestly these were just things I always wanted to know. I'm actually more hurt that scissoring apparently isn't a thing...They make it look so pleasurable in porn...I've been bamboozled.
"That's enough questions about me for now. What's happened to you?”
"What do you mean?"
"Harry full offense, but you were a slut when I first met you. You've since depleted in your numbers dramatically, except I'm sure the use of your hand. There were tissues in your bin the other night when I was cleaning the apartment and you don't have a cold…"
"I have h-hay fever Michelle! Allergies kick up at random times... Don't clean my room, I'll do it! It's personal in there. I knew I couldn't find any of my shit for a reason. And hang on-" I knotted my eyebrows playfully at her earlier slut comment.
I admit that I got around, but I moved very slowly. I've only ever had sex with seven or maybe nine girls in my twenty-one years give or take. I don't really keep count. It's not like they were souvenirs or notches on my belt for me to keep track of. All of them were an experience and I'm pretty sure I could name them all if I had to.
The first time happened my last year in 6th form or high school you could say and I didn't even know Michelle then. I got teased for that a bit, but I wasn't in a rush. The maybe other seven or eight happened here at uni but it wasn't as frequent as Michelle makes it out to be. The first two were in my first year when I met Michelle, one of them ended up being my girlfriend over a span of Five months. After that, I only was only ever active with a few more spaced out over the course of two and a half years, and they were regulars. That's not that bad when you think about it, especially for a guy my age at university.
"You were Haz! You had a new girl every weekend.”
"I did not! They were the same few people. They just kind of, alternated? You just never paid them any attention so you thought they were different every time. You're giving me more credit than I deserve."
Michelle rolled her eyes and continued to tease me.
"Whatever. What's happened then?”
"I don't know what you mean. I got invested in my studies. I have to take the UKCAT this year.”
"When is the last time you fun bit wrestled, willy waggled, played 'hide the helmet', rolled in the hay as they say?" I scrunched my nose and then thought about it and then got frustrated that I had to actually think about it.
“Yet I’m the worst? Who’s this they you speak of?" I asked her, squinting my eyes and tilting my head to the side.
"Everyone says those things when talking about sex. The more mature ones do anyway. Stop dilly dallying and answer the question. When is the last time you put your 'p' in a ‘v'?"
"S-spring? Early spring? Early Spring terms I guess…"
I could feel my cheeks turn red as I answered her question and Michelle bit her cheeks as an odd snorting noise left her nose while she tried to hold in her laughter. It's not that funny.
"You haven't fucked since the spring?" I laughed more at myself than at the shocked look on her face and shook my head no.
"No, not actual Spring. Early spring terms, so February...My birthday.”
"Harry, we're at the end of August here! You might as well count yourself as celibate. Not that I can blame the girls for dodging you. You still call a vagina a bajingo.”
I chuckled before I spoke, "The word vagina is honestly just as bad as bajingo. And this is coming from someone who has over a hundred words and phrases for sex.”
"A hundred and counting, Harrow.”
I shrugged my shoulders and tried to make the red in my cheeks less noticeable by rubbing my hand over my face. Spring term is when I decided to get more focused. I threw myself into clubs and my books to try to get more into school and buckle down. I'm even president of our graduating class now, prepared to serve on the Alumni council after graduation and I for one am proud of myself for getting this far. The greater half of my first three years here at university was spent at frat parties and in my bed sleeping class time away. I barely know how I made it through this far with decent grades, but I'm grateful that I did. Failure isn't an option.
Michelle stood on tip toe, leaning her head on my shoulder all the while soothingly rubbing my back. When I turned my head to face her, she batted her long lashes at me and made her big brown eyes look like one of those odd cartoon characters whose eyes cover more than half of their face.
"It's okay, Harry.”
"What is?”
"That you haven't gotten any pussy in over six months." Michelle has officially taken a back seat and let Mitchell take the wheel. This is how she got the nickname in the first place.
"Sod off Mitch! It's not like it's a bad thing-“
"Like shit it isn’t."
"I'm busy anyway.”
"With your hand and those bin tissues." I nudged Michelle off my shoulder feigning to be fed up with her masturbation jokes.
"Well if you weren't in my room you wouldn't have seen them! Gosh, you do something one time and then that's what people automatically associate you with!”
Michelle lets out another awkward snort that causes both of us to laugh out loud as we walk through the halls preparing to go our separate ways for the rest of the day.
"That was actually kind of funny Harry. Your jokes are getting a bit better.”
"Yeah, I know. They're funny when they're at my expense.”
"Aw, Hazland. You poor, poor serial masturbator. I'll see you later, yeah?”
"Yeah," I grinned at her before I turned to leave.
"Wait, how much later?” Michelle walked back towards me with one eyebrow raised to the sky as I tried to quickly map out my schedule for the day in my head before spitting it out to her.
"Uh, I get done with classes at half five, then I have a class meeting at six, and then I work at the first year halls front desk from seven to eleven thirty tonight. So I'll probably get home around midnight."
I contently sighed and grinned at Michelle as a look of pure horror took place of her once relaxed features. Her eyes seemed to widen larger after every additional activity that I listed, but I truly enjoyed remaining busy. Michelle's face remained contorted with displeasure before she spoke.
"So you're still coming to the pub later with the lads right?”
"Uh-oh. Chelle I don't know. I kind of forgot all about that. I don't think I will though, it's Monday and-“
"Ah, ah, ah, I'm not taking no as an answer. You promised and it's welcome week anyway. The pub is gonna be live! Just swing by and have one drink.”
“Nahhh I think I’m gonna-”
"One drink.”
“Sit this one out.”
"One drink, Harrow. One. Come on its tradition. You can't just bum out on tradition. This is our last year." She held up her tiny pointer finger to emphasize her point before she spoke again, this time in a small whisper, “One."
“No."
“Please?"
“No."
“Please?” Her lips pouted and her eyes turned sad trying her hand at manipulation.
"No, Chelle. No. Stop looking at me that way...Oh! Gah! Fine. I'll head to the pub when I get off work. One drink. One.”
Michelle bounced on her feet and clapped her hands in excitement making me shake my head before I turned to leave. Before I could make a real step Michelle called my name again.
"Hey, do you think I could borrow a pen? I seemed to have dropped mine."
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