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chaeryybomb · 3 years

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BRUTAL

pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon

summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while.

genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour

featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki

word count: 4.5k

warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity

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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.

Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.

"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.

Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.

As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.

"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.

Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.

"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'

"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."

The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.

"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."

"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.

"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.

The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.

You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.

Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.

They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.

You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.

"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.

Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.

Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.

You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.

Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.

"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).

Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.

Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"

"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.

The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.

Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???

[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u

[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung

[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay

[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined

[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no

[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences

[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb

[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)

[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d

[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know

[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today

[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand

[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨

[7:28 pm] jungwon: i

[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's

[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea

[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it

[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not

[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date

[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths

[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up

[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward

[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one

[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID

[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE

[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh

[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung

[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3

[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-

Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.

But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.

He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.

Oh, it was a message from you.

[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is

[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts

Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.

[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/

[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for

[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD

This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.

[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want

[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study

[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course

[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??

[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying

[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?

[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure

[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!

You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.

Keyword: tried.

If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?

Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?

Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.

You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.

Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.

You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.

Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.

Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.

But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.

You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.

"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Out," you simply replied.

That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.

"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.

The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.

You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.

You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.

They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.

The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.

Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.

You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.

Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."

The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.

You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.

Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.

"You're not below us, you know that right?"

You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"

The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.

"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.

As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."

"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.

Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.

"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.

You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.

Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.

After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.

"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.

"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."

You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.

"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."

(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)

You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"

"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."

"Oh." Oh.

"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?

While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.

Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.

"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.

You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.

"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."

Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.

"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"

a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3

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prismatictaemin · 2 years

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Me and You (Taemin Ver.)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Genre: Yandere AU

Warnings: Obsession, Murder, Jealousy

WC: 1.13k

Summary: Taemin wants you, but you're oblivious to him. Your attention and affection is pointed at Kibum, but Taemin won't let it keep going on that way.

Find the original version of this fic here, and my main blog here.

Taemin watches you from his seat in the back of the class. You bow deeply to the teacher and apologize for being late, your eyes had been screwed shut when you did so. Nobody else would have noticed, but he did. He always noticed. You had exactly three classes on Tuesday and you would walk back to your dorm at exactly 2:07 PM, arriving by 2:19 at the latest. If you picked up a coffee from the local shop, you would add two dashes of cinnamon and be home at 2:34 by the latest.

At 3:30, you would leave your house to go to your second class. You'd be gone until 7:15 and then not come out again. During today's class, you chewed your gum longer than usual. "Taemin. Lee Taemin! Pay attention." The professor scolds him and proceeds to ask his question regarding the history of film and who had started it.

"The Edison Company, in 1891. It was demonstrated and shown that a single person could view a film at a time." He responds, bored.

You scribble the information down in your notes and direct your attention back to the professor, determined. You had almost failed the class last semester and you were not looking to have to deepen your college debts.

The rest of the class goes by in the blink of an eye for Taemin, but in a long, painful stretch for you. He watches you gather your things and put them in your bag in the same order as always. Tablet, notebook, pen case. You pull out your phone in the same way as always, from your back right pocket. He takes note of your new lock screen. It's a boy. Who? Who was stealing his precious y/n's heart from him?

You open your messages with Kibum, smiling to yourself. You really liked him, he made your heart flutter. He would always crack jokes and make you laugh, but he had a sweet side that made you fall for him.

K: I have a surprise

K: Meet me outside the coffee shop we like at 2:30, okay?

y/n: I'll be there

K: I'm excited to see you, y/n

K: Is it too much if I say that?

K: Sorry

y/n: I'm excited to see you more, Bum.

Taemin grits his teeth as he watches you text the mystery man, the words exchanged unknown to him. You're smiling widely as you exit, tucking your phone away.

When you stop at the coffee shop, Taemin was already inside. It was Tuesday, you always got coffee on this day. He watches as Kibum waves you over to his table. Your neutral expression immediately turns into an uncontrollable smile when you sit down. You're ecstatic to see Kibum, his colored contacts catching your attention right away.

"Multicolored eyes now? I love them." You say, resting your head on your hand.

"I was thinking about something new for a while, why not have one brown and one green? Maybe I'll catch the attention of Mr. Choi when I audition for the lead role," he muses, making an over exaggerated expression.

Taemin hates it when you laugh at someone that's not him. Your beautiful smile, your laugh, it should be for him and only him. He has to get rid of this blonde-haired monster taking you from him.

As you and Kibum talk, a single piece of cake and two coffees arrive at your table. Who was it for? "Hey, y/n, do you wanna share?" Kibum asks you, taking a chunk off with his fork.

"I don't know, do I?" You respond, pulling the plate towards you a bit.

"We're like Lady and the Tramp this way, we couldn't share," he laughs and starts waving his hand in the air, eyes forming little slits.

"Of course I'd share. You really think we got one piece of cake just to fight over it?" You say between giggles. He eats his small piece of cake and his eyes go wide at the flavor.

"y/n, oh my god, you really have to try this," he moans as he savors the taste of the dessert. You do as he says and immediately go in for more, shocked at how good it is.

"I have great taste," is all you can say.

Taemin is about to get up and go murder this guy right now. He's making you happy, only he should do that. Why are you even with someone else?

You and Kibum end up staying a few hours until he says he has to get going. You had missed your class, it wasn't on purpose, but what could you say? Kim Kibum had captured all of your attention. He grabs your hand as he leads you out of the shop. "y/n," he says, eyes meeting yours. "I really like you, and I was hoping that maybe we c-"

"Yes. Absolutely yes. One million times over." You cut him off, squeezing his hand.

He leans in and places a kiss on your lips, both of your eyes fluttering shut. When he pulls away, he feels like he's in a daze as his vision comes back into focus on your face. "Okay." is all he can say, a wide smile covering his features.

You and Kibum find yourselves spending every moment together possible. Turns out he's your partner for the final group project coming up in your major class, so you're going to have to spend even more time together. Taemin also knows more. He's studied up on Kibum, even memorizing his dorm, now.

He's decided he's going to get rid of this man for good, he can't watch as you're taken away from him anymore. He lurks behind the living room couch where Kibum sits, knife in hand. Taemin assumes he's on the phone when he asks you how long you'll take. Too bad you have to hear him die.

Kibum feels the knife go through his chest and screams. "HELP!" he calls, taking sharp breaths. Taemin stabs at him again until the couch is covered in his victim's blood, gone for good.

"Kibum, what the hell is going o- TAEMIN?!" You yell, seeing your lover's dead figure and your classmate's blood-covered clothes.

Blood stains Kibum’s chest and back, a bit of it splattered on his face.

Taemin drops his knife and walks over to you slowly, his hand finding its way under your chin. "Now we can finally be together, y/n, aren't you happy?"

You take a shaky breath as tears flow down your face, the loss of Kibum hitting you hard. You're terrified of the circumstances you're stuck in right now, Taemin is your captor. "Don't cry, y/n," Taemin looks at you affectionately. "It's just you and me now."

#taemin scenarios #taemin x reader #taemin fanfic #kibum x reader #kibum fanfic #kibum scenarios #key scenarios #key x reader #key fanfic #shinee x reader #shinee fanfic #shinee scenarios

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hinac0lada · 4 years

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I DON’T LIKE YOUR SHAMPOO

CHARACTER PAIRING | oikawa tooru x gn!reader

INFO | soulmate!au, fluff

WORDS | 1.9k

NOTE | by the time i’m probably posting this, is one day before my beloved’s birthday FNKLFNGK ngl i’m pretty excited and i hope ya’ll are too (besides the fact that the manga is coming to an end but let’s not talk about that-)

WARNINGS | NONE

more to see under the cut!

you live in a world where soulmate marks exist. everyone has different types of marks ranging from; timers, red strings of fate, roman numerals, half tattoos, etc. as you grow old, you watch people find their soulmates, and on some unfortunate occasions, lose them.

each person had different views on the concept of soulmates, it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows all the time, but you stayed neutral after receiving every side of the spectrum that varied from the good side — as well as the bad side of meeting their other halves.

you knew you were bound to meet your own soulmate either way, but you wouldn't get your hopes up just like that — until you received your soulmate mark on the morning of your 15th birthday.

it was a beautiful tattoo on your wrist. written were the words that your soulmate would say to you on your first encounter. your parents told you that the time and date of your encounter with them — along with their words to you, would turn golden as soon as you’ve said your first words to each other; just like how their soulmate mark worked. and although you were aware that every mark is different, you couldn’t help but raise a brow from confusion at the sentence that was permanently placed on your wrist.

‘well to be honest, i don’t like your perfume’

it read, an intriguing way to say to your soulmate, you thought to yourself. and that night, you couldn’t help but admire the pretty letterings on your wrist; rubbing your thumb against it, grinning from ear to ear like a fool.

days went by from when you received your tattoo, you’d constantly wonder what your soulmate was like or when and how you were going to meet them. tracing your fingers along the tattoo turned into a habit whenever you’re bored or anxious about something. to add to that, the thought of their existence would sometimes consume you, and you’d be stuck in a loophole of questions and doubts.

‘what if they don’t like me? or what if they don’t want to be my soulmate? what if they think i’m ugly? or a disappointment?’

regardless of the negative thoughts and worries you had in your head everyday, you were still eager to meet them — even if it takes a thousand years, a thousand hours, or maybe even if they are a thousand miles away, you can’t wait for the day that you’d get to meet them.

or what if it only takes a few months, or a few days? maybe even a few seconds? what if they were across the world? or just across the street? possibly next door? in spite of knowing not to get your hopes up, you can’t resist the anticipation of being face to face with the person you were promised to ever since the very beginning of your existence.

and every day, you’d hold on to the wrist with your mark — the symbol of a promise to true love, hoping fate decides to take place sooner than expected.

unbeknownst to you however, your true love was just within arm’s reach all this time.

it was the most awaited day of the academic year, the time where stressed out seniors get to relax for a whole day to indulge themselves in new sights and bond with their fellow batch mates before the dreaded era of finals — field trip day.

everyone had their own plans, going to after school hang outs right after the planned trip, a handful bringing digital cameras to capture each moment , that one kid in class who has great taste in music providing the speaker, and the rest just going with the flow of today’s agenda.

while the majority of students did plan their seating arrangements on the bus, you, on the other hand, decided against it. in your opinion, it wasn’t a big deal. it was just a 2 hour drive to the destination so what could possibly go haywire? plus, it didn’t matter who was your companion on the bus, it’d open up the opportunity to get to know unfamiliar faces, being divided by classes and all, so what could possibly go wrong?

maybe, possibly everything.

who would’ve thought, out of all of your batch mates, you get to sit beside the grand king himself, oikawa tooru.

it wasn’t like his personality was completely intolerable, it’s the complete opposite, really. he was charming, greeting you with a close eyed grin before sitting down next to you. in the face of all the chaos his friends warned you the male would bring— plus the many chilling glares from his countless fan girls, his presence never shook you the wrong way at all.

you weren’t complete strangers, but you weren’t well acquainted either. you were in a different class and the only time you’d see his pretty face was when you’d pass each other in the hallways. but, what's there not to like about oikawa tooru? he was attractive, a gentleman, a charmer, a friendly being, and everything was as easy as apple pie.

“hey, just a heads up, shittykawa over here has a habit of sleeping on anyone’s shoulder. don’t be afraid to push his head aside when you’re uncomfortable.” iwaizumi hajime, his best friend and the hunk of aoba johsai, patted your shoulder reassuringly before taking his seat behind the two of you, alongside him was hanamaki takahiro and matsukawa issei - who were snickering at the flustered setter beside you.

for some reason, you thought iwaizumi was just joking or he said that to make oikawa look bad — in which he failed. and so you didn’t take his statement seriously, disregarding it completely. and now you regret ever doing so, because it turned out to come true, eventually biting you back in the ass.

things took a turn when you suddenly felt the weight of the world on your shoulder — idiomatically and literally.

it was exactly 30 minutes into the drive to your destination and you were on your phone to pass by the time, minding your own business when you suddenly felt pressure on your shoulder. you peered at your shoulder, only to be met with the sight of a sleeping oikawa, snoring lightly with his lips slightly parted.

you stayed still as a rock, not wanting to disturb his slumber - which he probably needed. although you didn’t plan to get him off your shoulder any time soon, you were clueless as to what to do if he doesn’t wake up. you glanced at his friends, who were expecting the whole thing to happen.

“do you need help with him?” hanamaki questioned, taking notice of your gaze at their trio. iwaizumi took your loss of words as agreement and got ready to shake his friend awake, until you stopped him.

“i-it’s okay.. i don’t mind really,” you reassured the three, giving a warm smile before focusing back on your phone, catching glimpses of the sleeping oikawa once in a while. you were far from annoyed. if anything else, you found it comforting for no apparent reason, his warmth that is.

once you knew he was deep in rest, you shifted to a much more comfortable position for the two of you, one where you can almost smell his scent. which was a big mistake, because you remembered your allergies to this specific shampoo which was unfortunately the one he had right now.

loreal shampoo.

oh the terror it gave you, you started to get war flashbacks to when you used it on your own hair as well, the horror of sneezing until your eyes were watery sent shivers down your spine at the cringe.

and as much as you attempted to conceal your allergies, it backfired in the end and now you were left in a mess; sneezing profusely while scrambling to get your medications. you cursed your sensitive nostrils, seeing as you’ve woken up the brunette beside you, unaware of the situation at hand, his half lidded eyes looking around in a daze.

in the process of consuming your medicine, he asked if you were okay, rubbing the tiredness away from his eyes.

“i.. don’t like your shampoo.” you managed to reply back in the midst of trying to calm down from the sudden attack of your allergies. oikawa, being clueless as to what you were trying to imply, took offense in your words. yet you couldn’t blame him, your answer was quite vague and it caught him off guard.

“well to be honest, i don’t like your perfume,” he retorted back with a pout embellishing his features, earning him an awfully painful smack on the back of his head from iwaizumi, accompanied with the eye rolls coming from hanamaki and matsukawa.

“dumbass, they have rhinitis. your shampoo triggered their allergies” iwaizumi explained to the setter, who was wincing in agony from the impact. You were on the verge of apologizing when the words that escaped his lips gave a sense of familiarity, as though you were accustomed to the sentence.

and then it both hit you. oikawa’s brown eyes dilated with realization, that look of his says it all. it was happening. how could you ever forget those words you were longing to hear, those words that you knew would bring you to your destiny someday?

it felt too surreal, you were immobilized with disbelief and shock.

but then you felt an itch on your hand. and in a synchronized manner, you and oikawa looked at your own wrists, it was really happening. he was your soulmate. your promised lover.

‘7/19/20.

2:20 PM’

the letters read in gold ink, a sight to behold. (e/c) irises clashed with one of chocolate brown, filled with bewilderment. your face heated up at the sight of his pink tinted cheeks. you’ve found your way home.

“what’s going on? they’re acting strange...” matsukawa whispers in hanamaki’s ear, baffled at the scene in front of him. iwaizumi then points a finger at their wrists, the distinct color of gold catching his attention.

after a while of literally staring into each other’s souls, a hearty laugh escapes your lips. the corners of oikawa’s lips tugged into a genuine smile, in which you reciprocated with one of your own.

you were grateful that your first encounter was one of mediocrity - in a good way, of course. it was as if you were meeting an old friend, the warmth that his gaze holds gave you a sense of comfort.

that smile of his was practically screaming ‘you’re home’. you’ve finally met your soulmate; face to face, and now your destiny rests in his hands, while his rests on your own.

the situation eventually calmed down and you two finally accepted the fact that you are soulmates. the bus was silent, light snores echoing, and everything was tranquil. you could see oikawa’s struggle from the corner of your eyes, his eyelids getting heavier for the nth time, trying not to repeat his mistake from earlier.

“oikawa-”

“tooru, call me tooru please,” he corrected, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. his eyes fluttering, attempting to stay awake.

“tooru, it’s okay, you can sleep on my lap instead,” you chuckled, hearing him mumble his gratitude, his head making its way to your lap. it was as if immediately, he was off to dream land once again, your hands gently running through his soft locks whilst trying to doze off as well.

“y’know, i think we should recommend each other products sometime.”

“good idea, maybe after this trip, tooru.”

“deal. well, good night.. my soulmate.”

“sweet dreams, my home.”

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ratchedspeach · 4 years

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Prompt

Alice (Mrs America) ends up in part of the student section at the ERA event and reader is one of the students. The reader helps her back to her room safely, reader comes to check on her the next day and Alice invites her out for dinner.

I'll let you have fun with it from there.

Love your work!

I’ve never written a /reader fic before. I hope I lived up to the challenge! I changed the dinner bit just slightly. Hope that’s alright! This is an AU based of Episode 8

You first notice her standing in one of the far corners of the room, fingers tracing the diamond shaped patter of the wallpaper with her lips drawn into a soft “o”. Clad in a soft lavender dress, her loose curls spill over her shoulders and mingle with the sheen of sweat slicked against her forehead. She backs away when she sees you approach, cramming into the corner like she thinks she might be able to pass through the other side. Her pupils are the size of saucers, and you smile, knowing the signs of an LSD trip all too well from personal experience. She tells you her name is Alice with tight smile. When you give her yours, she repeats it like she can taste the sylabols as they roll off her tongue.

“You’re a little lost, aren’t ya?” She bobs her head in agreement, giggling like a child whose had too much sugar. Her tongue darts across her upper lip, and she studies you. “C’mon,” you take her by the forearm, “let’s get you to your room.”

“How long have you been with them?” Alice asks you with a slight rasp in her voice. She’s surprisingly lucid for someone whose tripping. “You know ... the lesbians.” She whispers the last words like she’s protecting you from the empty hotel lobby her nose crinkling.

You choke on a laugh, and her brown eyes go wide. “No, no, it’s alright!” You assure her before she can recant. In truth, you’re touched by the innocence of her prodding. “I came out my first year of college. I’m a senior at Oberlin. The ERA gave me a family when my own decided they didn’t want me anymore.” Alice stops mid stride and looks at you in earnest, tears prickling the corners of her vision. High people are so sensitive. “In hindsight, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You wipe away a single tear that’s escaped with your thumb before taking her by the hand and pulling her forward.

Maybe it’s the way she watches the world through new eyes, like she’s seeing it for the first time, or maybe it’s how cool the skin of her fingertips fees against yours; the sheer knowledge that she’s nearby sends your stomach twisting into knots. Guilt knocks against your throat as you pull her through the hotel. She’s not like me. She’s just lost ... in more ways than one.

Alice stops around the corner from where she says her room is, taking you by the shoulders and planting a kiss swiftly on your cheek. “Thank you.” She breaths it like it’s a secret, eyes glinting. You stammer around your words as she strokes the cotton of your sweater with her thumb. She begins to study the material, a gasp hitching in her throat. “It’s moving!” She marvels, licking her lips before she turns her gaze to you. “Your sweater is magic. How’d you make it do that?”

You snort in spite of yourself, placing a hand over hers. “Christ, you’re high. Do you even know that you’re high?”

Alice bites the inside of her cheek as she ponders it. “I think so.” She decides. “I hung up on my mother earlier.” A soft giggle lilts in her voice.

“Have dinner with me?” The words spill over your lips before you can stop yourself. Shit. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean - I don’t want to assume that you ... I just-“

Alice puts a finger to your lips, brow furrowing. “Ok.” She says it so plainly, like it’s obvious.

“I ... oh, ok. Alright, yes. Um, tomorrow? 8 o’clock? I can meet you right here, if you’d like.”

The older woman nods, squeezing your shoulder gently, before she saunters off in the direction of her room.

“You’re a reject!

Alice’s head throbs - it has all day. Her memory of the night before is muddled at best. She remembers speaking to people, but can’t make out faces. She remembers being hungry, so very hungry, and there’s the faintest recall of kissing someone. She chalks it all up to alcohol.

She’s lying to herself, and she knows it.

Alice spends most of the day in bed nursing a bad hangover and ignoring the sinking sense of guilt that she owes Pamela an apology. She pops two Advil and swallows them dry as pressure builds behind her retinas.

She’s supposed to see Phyllis today - she’s supposed to stand in solidarity with her STOP ERA “sisters”. She’s supposed to do something else, too, but she can’t quite recall what it is. Alice goes to the window of her hotel room, squinting as she opens the blinds in preparation for the sun. When light doesn’t hit her face, she checks her watch.

7:30 pm.

The number looms like death sentence, and Alice’s eyes go wide. “That ... that girl!” She says it like she’s expecting her to appear in front of her. Shuffling towards her suitcase, Alice tears through dresses and skirts. I must look awful. She cringes at the thought of looking in a mirror as she shimmies in a flannel dress - deep blue, and soft to the touch.

Her suspicions are confirmed when she finally chances a look at herself in the mirror. Mascara still creases the bags under her eyes, and her hair is matted with sleep. “I don’t have time.” Alice runs her fingers through her waves, tucking a few lose strands behind her ears, washes her face with soap at water without waiting for the sink stream to warm up.

“A reject. You’re a reject!”

Alice shakes her head, glancing at herself once more in the mirror before accepting that this is as good as it will get.

You get there early, waiting in the bend of the hotel hallway as you fidget with the buckle on your cross-body satchel. You know there’s a chance that this will all be some cruel cosmic joke, that Alice won’t know what it is she was agreeing to, that she might not even remember -

“Hello.” Her voice pulls your gaze upwards. She’s smiling at you with only the faintest recollection twisting in her eyes. Your stomach churns. She doesn’t remember.

“Alice, hi. I-I’m -“

“Oh good.” She breaths, cutting you off befor you can stumble over your own tongue any longer. “It is you. I thought I thought maybe I was wrong. I was ... pretty drunk last night.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Oh, is that all?” Blood rushes to her cheeks.

“Yes, well, I suppose you’d know better, wouldn’t you?” She picks at her nailbed, smiling sheepishly. Please don’t hate me for it. “I’m sorry if I was any trouble.”

“Oh, no! No you were ... you were just fine.” You clear your throat and will your knees to stop shaking. “Are you hungry?” Alice nods. “I know a place around the corner from here. It’s nothing fancy, but I figured if you were interested, we could -“

“I’d like that.” I would? I would. Alice catches herself off guard with her self assurance.

She’s soft spoken, but there’s a fortitude to her words that makes your throat close. You swallow the lump in your throat and offer her your hand. She studied it for a moment like she’s not sure it’s really there, before taking it in her own, and following you down the hall.

Alice looks like a fish out of water. You release her hand when you see the way she pales in the hotel lobby. Be patient with her. You remind yourself as you open the lobby door and usher her through it. True to your word, the restaurant is around the corner - a quaint little Italian spot that you’d spent the last few nights at with college friends.

“I told you it’s not much.” You apologize before you’ve even walked inside.

Alice’s eyes are fixed on the red awning. “I think it’s nice.” She tucks a few pieces of hair behind her ears and smiles up at the gold letters reading Preggo in practically illegible calligraphy. “I always wanted to study Italian.” Alice admits when you’ve been seated at a table in the far corner of the trattoria.

“Oh? Why didn’t you?”

Alice’s brow furrows. “Well, I ... I never went to college.” She picks at a piece of bread, holing it out in the center without ever actually eating any of it. “I got married at 19, and from there ... well ... Buck I wanted to have a family. There wasn’t much time with babies in the house.”

Your stomach drops through the soles of your shoes. “You’re married?”

Brown eyes flick towards you, wide with something akin to fear. “I suppose I should have told you.”

You shake your head. “I’ve dated married women before, Alice. There’s more of you than you think.”

“More of ... me?”

You lean back in your chair, taking a sip of ice water to steady yourself. “You know ... women who ... who are curious about what it’s like to be with other ... you know.” Alice’s lips pull into a thin line. You’re scaring her. Alice stills, Christ, she barely even blinks, and you think that this is it; this is the end of this doomed date. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have presumed that you were-“

“You’re right.” There it is again, that blunt naievity that you’ve only ever seen in children before. “I ... I suppose I hadn’t given it much thought before now, but why else would I have said yes?”

You smile, giving her the benefit of the doubt. “I mean, you were positively rolling.” You wink, and Alice blushes, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She’s so beautiful.

“Fair point.” She concedes as the waiter comes to take your order.

PART 2 HERE

#alice macray #mrs. america #nat writes #I might continue this actually!#I left it on a bit of a cliffhanger

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emy-loves-you · 3 years

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays (Chapter 7)

Happy Halloween!

Warning: Minor burns

Chapter 6 | Masterlist | Chapter 8

V- (8:04 AM) Happy first day of Halloween!

L- (8:05 AM) Virgil, it’s October 1st. Halloween isn’t for another 30 days.

V- (8:05 AM) We must be celebrating different holidays. Halloween lasts from October 1st to October 31st. For the entire month, you watch cheesy Halloween movies and decorate your home in black, purple, and orange. Spiders and bats become your daily esthetic. There are no exceptions to this rule.

P- (8:06 AM) I have arachnophobia and most of our decorations are green. Is that alright, Kiddo?

V- (8:06 AM) … There is one exception.

L- (8:07 AM) This is preposterous.

R- (8:07 AM) Calm down, Specs. Let our Dark and Stormy Knight have his holiday. We don’t want another incident of Pi Day, do we?

V- (8:08 AM) What happened on Pi Day?

P- (8:08 AM) Logan wanted to spend the day memorizing as many digits of Pi as possible. Roman told him that Pi day was only for baking pies. Logan decided to etch as many digits of pi as he could fit into the crust of a pie before baking it. Sadly, baking isn’t Lolo’s exPIEtise.

R- (8:09 AM) He almost burnt the house down. It was hilarious.

L- (8:09 AM) I will back down from this argument, if only to preserve my dignity. Since you decided to text us at 8 AM, I assume that you have plans to celebrate your “first day of Halloween?”

V- (8:10 AM) Yep. I’ve got my Scooby-Doo VHS tapes, an entire gallon of iced coffee, and enough decorations to cover every square inch of my house. Life is good.

R- (8:11 AM) Wait which tapes?

V- (8:11 AM) Zombie Island, Witch’s Ghost, Alien Invaders, and Cyber Chase. The 4 best Scooby-Doo movies to ever exist.

R- (8:12 AM) Now I REALLY wanna watch Scooby-Doo

V- (8:12 AM) What’s stopping you?

L- (8:12 AM) The desire to have a stable income

R- (8:13 AM) I’m starring as Van Helsing for our theatre’s production of Dracula. I’ve got rehearsals and performances almost every night.

V- (8:13 AM) Sorry. I’ll watch it in your stead.

R- (8:14 AM) Gee, how thoughtful of you

(October 8th)

L- (2:32 PM) Virgil, did you seriously buy MORE chocolates?

V- (2:32 PM) Do you like them?

L- (2:32 PM) That’s not the point.

L- (2:33 PM) This is the 7th set of sweets you’ve sent us in the past 8 weeks. First of all, this is extremely unhealthy. Second of all, how much money have you spent on these? Third of all, you tend to send chocolates specifically when you’re planning something that we disapprove of. So what, pray tell, are you planning this time?

V- (2:34 PM) Wow, I didn’t realize you were keeping track of that.

L- (2:34 PM) I keep track of everything. Quit ignoring the questions.

V- (2:35 PM) Okay. First of all, if they make you happy it doesn’t matter. Second of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter. Third of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter :)

L- (2:35 PM) …

V- (2:35 PM) Besides, you wouldn’t want me to STOP sending you sweets, would you?

L- (2:36 PM) … Curse you and your knowledge of my sweets addiction.

V- (2:36 PM) :)

(October 15th)

L- (5:47 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (5:48 PM) Hm?

L- (5:48 PM) DID YOU SERIOUSLY TP OUR HOUSE?!?!?

V- (5:49 PM) You have no proof

L- (5:50 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of a door. There is a square of TP taped to the door, the words “VIRGIL WAS TOTALLY NOT HERE” written in sharpie]

V- (5:50 PM) See? I was totally not there.

V- (5:51 PM) And I sent you pre-apology chocolates, so you can’t get mad!

L- (5:52 PM) I CAN STILL GET MAD

V- (5:52 PM) NO YOU WON’T OR I’LL STOP GETTING YOU CHOCOLATES

L- (5:53 PM) YOU WOULDN’T

V- (5:53 PM) TRY ME BITCH

R- (5:55 PM) I don’t know WHAT you did, but Logan called me, screeched your name, and hung up. Keep up the good work, storm cloud ;)

(October 22nd)

V- (3:42 PM) Hey Pat?

P- (3:42 PM) What’s up, Kiddo?

V- (3:42 PM) You bake, right?

P- (3:43 PM) It would be very hard to run a bakery if I couldn’t, Kiddo!

V- (3:43 PM) True

V- (3:43 PM) So what do you do if your cookies catch on fire?

P- (3:43 PM) WHAT

V- (3:44 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of an oven. The door is open, and inside is a tray of Pillsbury ghost sugar cookies. They are all on fire]

P- (3:44 PM) PUT IT OUT

V- (3:44 PM) HOW

P- (3:45 PM) DON’T YOU HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!?!

V- (3:45 PM) WON’T THAT RUIN THE COOKIES?

P- (3:45 PM) THOSE COOKIES ARE GONERS. ACCEPT YOUR LOSS

V- (3:46 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of the same oven. The door is still open, yet the entire inside of the oven is covered in foam]

V- (3:46 PM) Now what?

P- (3:46 PM) First of all, turn off the oven.

V- (3:47 PM) Done

P- (3:47 PM) Okay. Now answer me this: HOW THE FUDGE DID YOU MANAGE TO CATCH PREMADE SUGAR COOKIES ON FIRE???

V- (3:48 PM) I DON’T KNOW! I JUST PUT THEM IN THE OVEN AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE ON FIRE

L- (3:48 PM) Are you alright, Virgil? Did you sustain any burns or other injuries?

P- (3:48 PM) HOLY STARS I SHOULD’VE ASKED! ARE YOU OKAY VIRGIL?

V- (3:49 PM) I’m fine. I burned my wrist but it’s not that bad.

L- (3:49 PM) Will you please send a picture of your injury?

V- (3:49 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of a left hand. The hand is long, slender, and pale. The nails are long and painted black with cat noses and whiskers. The person’s wrist has a minor burn wound, around the size of a golf ball]

L- (3:50 PM) You are correct, Virgil. It appears to be a minor burn, no need to contact the hospital. However, I would greatly appreciate it if you tend to your burn at your earliest convenience.

P- (3:50 PM) Go wrap up that burn, kiddo! Make sure you add burn cream, too!

P- (3:51 PM) AND OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR NAILS! They’re PAWsitively PURRfect!

L- (3:51 PM) Please stop

P- (3:52 PM) Alright. Wouldn’t wanna have a CATastrophe, would we?

L- (3:52 PM) Please. I beg of you.

V- (3:53 PM) Okay, all patched up. What do I do about my cookies?

L- (3:53 PM) Make sure your oven has fully cooled down before attempting to clean it.

P- (3:54 PM) AND DON’T DO THAT EVER AGAIN, MISTER!

P- (3:54 PM) You nearly gave me a heart attack!

V- (3:55 PM) Sorry, won’t happen again.

L- (3:55 PM) I assume that this means you will be buying post-apology sweets? I assure you that it is unnecessary, Virgil. Your health and safety are more important than confectionaries.

L- (3:57 PM) Virgil?

L- (3:57 PM) Please refrain from buying more sweets.

L- (3:58 PM) I’ve already gained 3.4 pounds alone from these “Gifts”

V- (3:58 PM) Too late, already bought them

P- (3:58 PM) You don’t have to, Kiddo!

P- (3:59 PM) And Lolo, don’t blame V on your weight gain. I know Ro’s not the only one sneaking whole jars of jelly from the cabinets at night.

L- (3:59 PM) Virgil, how much are you spending on these sweets?

V- (4:00 PM) Would it help if I said that I get a discount since I purchase chocolates almost weekly?

L- (4:00 PM) VIRGIL

V- (4:01 PM) :)

R- (6:58 PM) Why does all the interesting stuff happen while I’m at work?

V- (6:59 PM) Get wrecked Princey

R- (6:59 PM) :(

V- (7:00 PM) Don’t worry I got you sweets too

R- (7:00 PM) :)

(October 24th)

L- (2:32 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (2:33 PM) Did you get your sweets? Send me a pick! I didn’t get to see the end result

P- (2:33 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of three vases, each of different colors. The light blue vase is filled with tulips made of white chocolate. There are also chocolate-covered straberry and a giant chocolate lollipop with the words “I appreciate you a chocoLOT!” The red vase is filled with milk chocolate roses and another chocolate lollipop that says “Good luck slaying Vampires!” The navy blue vase is the most elaborate (probably just to mess with Logan). It’s filled with dark chocolate tulips AND roses, with a whole jar of crofters nestled into the middle of the bouquet. It’s lollipop reads “Weight and Cost are just #s!”]

P- (2:34 PM) These are ADORABLE, Virgil!

L- (2:34 PM) How much did you spend on this, Virgil?

V- (2:34 PM) Did you not read your lollipop?

V- (2:35 PM) Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t buy the chocolates if I couldn’t afford them :)

L- (2:35 PM) My digestive system can’t afford them.

V- (2:36 PM) Well I couldn’t give you pre-apology chocolates so I had to give you epic post-apology chocolates.

P- (2:37 PM) Well, I cannot wait to eat these! Seriously, I’ve already eaten half a tulip. And these vases will look so pretty holding ACTUAL flowers! Thank you so much, V! But remember, you don’t have to do this. We don’t need apology sweets!

V- (2:38 PM) I know, but it’s comforting to know that there’s at least ONE way I can interact with you guys beyond texting. I’m sorry that I’m still not comfortable talking face-to-face yet.

P- (2:38 PM) That’s completely fine, Kiddo! Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you’re ready.

L- (2:39 PM) I agree.Though I still do not see the purpose of excessive spending on our behalf.

R- (2:39 PM) Well I find it extremely thoughtful, storm cloud. I would type an entire ballad of how caring and kind you are, but I must get back to work. I shall speak with you tonight, fair raven.

V- (2:40 PM) Thanks, guys. It means a lot to me.

(October 31st)

L- (10:17 AM) How are you feeling about your “final day of Halloween,” Virgil?

V- (10:18 AM) Incredibly depressed

P- (10:18 AM) Aww. Why’s that, Kiddo?

V- (10:19 AM) You guys know how I travel around with my friends, right?

V- (10:19 AM) Well apparently we have to travel out today. We won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.

R- (10:20 AM) I’m deeply sorry, my precious stormcloud. If I may ask, why do you have to travel tonight?

V- (10:20 AM) My friends like to go to parties out of town, and I go to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.

P- (10:21 AM) I’m sorry you have to miss Halloween, Kiddo. I know how much you were looking forward to it.

V- (10:22 AM) I’m still gonna wear my costume. Just because I can’t celebrate at home doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate at all.

L- (10:22 AM) What costume have you decided to wear?

V- (10:23 AM) [*Photo attachment*]

[Photo is the bottom half of someone’s face. They’re smiling, with black lipstick and fake Vampire teeth. There’s red liquid running down their chin.]

P- (10:23 AM) That looks FANGtastic, Virgil!

L- (10:23 AM) I hope you have an amenable experience at the party, Virgil.

R- (10:24 AM) I agree! You look amazing and I hope you enjoy the party, storm cloud. Do not worry, I will watch The Nightmare Before Christmas in your stead!

V- (10:25 AM) Wow I feel so grateful

R- (10:25 AM) :)

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ohmightydevviepuu · 4 years

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writer’s month prompts

prompt thirty: joy (this was suggested by and is dedicated to @katie-dub because we all deserve a bit of sunday fluff in our lives)

this is a coda to voices from the yellow road but can be read as a standalone.

masterpost full collection on AO3

Mary Margaret [7:20 AM] Ok but I’m worried

Mary Margaret [7:20 AM] Have you heard all of the weird noises coming from next door?

David [7:22 AM] Honestly babe I try not to listen to the noises coming from next door

David [7:22 AM] Just block them out of my mind whenever possible

Mary Margaret [7:25 AM] What?

Mary Margaret [7:25 AM] No!

Mary Margaret [7:26 AM] That’s not what I meant

Mary Margaret [7:31 AM] Also you like Killian

David [7:34 AM] Love him. More importantly, so does Emma

David [7:35 AM] Doesn’t mean I like knowing that much about what they get up to over there.

Mary Margaret [8:01 AM] They’d tell us, right? If something was going on?

Mary Margaret [8:06 AM] Right?

David [8:07 AM] Well…

Mary Margaret [8:07 AM] David Nolan if you remind me again about how bad I am at keeping secrets you are sleeping on the couch for a week

David [8:09 AM] Yes dear

Ruby [10:39 AM] Stop, okay? She hasn’t told me anything.

Ruby [10:39 AM] Also they just moved in together. Let them bang it out in peace

Ruby [10:43 AM] Remember how bad you and David were?

Mary Margaret [10:43 AM] Whatever.

Ruby [10:44 AM] Sweetie

Ruby [10:45 AM] We could hear it from the HALLWAY

Ruby [11:01 AM] Red alert

Emma [11:08 AM] You know that’s still not funny right

Ruby [11:09 AM] Mary Margaret thinks something is up

Emma [11:11 AM] Ok

Ruby [11:35 AM] Not me though

Emma [11:37 AM] Right

Ruby [11:37 AM] Because I know you’re up to something

Ruby [11:38 AM] I can smell it

Mary Margaret [2:26 PM] Is Killian still picking up Roland today?

Robin [2:28 PM] As usual, yes.

Robin [2:28 PM] Why do you ask?

Mary Margaret [2:34 PM] Roland keeps talking about ‘the babies’

Mary Margaret [2:34 PM] Maybe you should have a talk with him

Robin [2:36 PM] You think Killian Jones is giving my son lessons about the birds and the bees?

Mary Margaret [2:37 PM] God I hope not

Mary Margaret [2:38 PM] I mean…

Robin [2:42 PM] No

Robin [2:42 PM] I also hope not

Robin [2:43 PM] More than you, I’d wager

Robin [4:12 PM] Heads up mate

Robin [4:12 PM] Mary Margaret is after me again

Killian [4:15 PM] What?

Killian [4:15 PM] Why?

Killian [4:16 PM] I thought your date with Regina went well, you said

Killian [4:16 PM] Actually you said a lot more than that

Killian [4:17 PM] Used a lot more adjectives

Killian [4:17 PM] I just don’t care enough to remember them all

Robin [4:19 PM] Wanker

Robin [4:23 PM] What are you telling my son about sex

Killian [4:24 PM] Flattered though I am that Roland might consider me the expert out of the two of us

Killian [4:24 PM] Nothing

Killian [4:25 PM] Of course

Killian [4:27 PM] Kindergarten seems a bit young, yeah?

Killian [4:28 PM] I assumed first grade would be the appropriate age

Killian [4:31 PM] Really let him hone his skills.

Robin [4:39 PM] Mary Margaret reports that Roland spent the day in class talking about

Robin [4:39 PM] (And I’m quoting)

Robin [4:40 PM] ‘The babies’

Killian [4:41 PM] Oh

Robin [4:42 PM] Right.

Robin [4:42 PM] Oh.

Mary Margaret has entered the group chat

Killian [6:01 PM] Robin has informed me that the lovely MM is hot on our trail

Killian [6:01 PM] So, Swan and I have a confession to make

Ruby [6:02 PM] Fucking finally

Killian [6:03 PM] We adopted kittens

Mary Margaret [6:03 PM] CONGRATULATIONS

Mary Margaret [6:04 PM] Wait

Mary Margaret [6:04 PM] What?

Emma [6:05 PM] Three of them

Emma [6:05 PM] We were just going to get the two but

Emma [6:05 PM] Old softie here couldn’t leave the third one behind

Killian [6:06 PM] She’s just a little runt, love.

Killian [6:06 PM] I wanted to give her a good home

Ruby [6:07 PM] Can you make googly eyes at each other in real life please and not pollute the chat

Ruby [6:09 PM] Also

Ruby [6:09 PM] Did you name one after me at least

Killian [6:10 PM] Of course, Red

David [6:11 PM] Wait why didn’t you come to the shelter where I work

David [6:11 PM] I would have helped

Emma [6:12 PM] You’re seriously asking me that

David [6:14 PM] Right

Mary Margaret [6:15 PM] Come on

Mary Margaret [6:15 PM] It was one time!

Robin [6:16 PM] And Roland has, I take it, seen these kittens?

Killian [6:19 PM] Of course

Killian [6:19 PM] Promised him he could name one

Ruby [6:20 PM] How come he gets to

Emma [6:20 PM] Because he’s five

Mary Margaret [6:23 PM] So that’s it then

Mary Margaret [6:23 PM] That’s the secret

Killian [6:23 PM] What?

Killian [6:24 PM] Oh, no

Killian [6:26 PM] Emma’s pregnant

Emma [6:26 PM] I’m pregnant

Ruby [6:27 PM] YES

Ruby [6:27 PM] I knew it

Emma [6:28 PM] Can we do the googly eyes now then

Ruby [6:28 PM] If you must <3 <3 <3 <3

Robin [6:29 PM] Congratulations, both of you

David [6:30 PM] I’m going to be an uncle??

Mary Margaret [6:30] So the noises I’ve been hearing?

Emma [6:31 PM] Ew, Mary Margaret

Killian [6:31 PM] Morning sickness

Ruby [6:33 PM] See, MM? Happy endings always start with hope

Emma [6:34 PM] You’re not naming my kid, either

Ruby [6:34 PM] Lame

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Saturday 2 July 1836

7 20

12 ¼

- No kiss rain recently and light rain and damp between 7 and 8 but fair now at 8 ½ and F67° - breakfast at 8 ¾ in about an hour - A- did her French - settling with Mark Hepworth - at my desk about an hour - then called off to Robert Mann + 2 with the glaziers lay the leadpipes a little while in the house - Pearson had sent a not nice piece of beef - sent John Booth with it to H-x -saw that the pipes would not do well brought under the garden wall about ½ way between the yew tree and middle garden door - determined to take up again about 15 or 16 yards, and carry thro’ the door-way and alter the walk accordingly sent the glaziers (3 of them) home before 12 - to come again on Tuesday and prepare 100 yards more of inch-bore pipe, the 2 large pipes to be carried up to the drawing room

SH:7/ML/E/19/0069

room end of the house - set out the little alterations in the walk - a little while at my desk -sat with A- ¼ hour at luncheon - then she was a long while with me in my study talking about household matters - she rode off to Cliff Hill about 2 ½ and was back about 4 - I was out all this while and till after 6 - with John Booth moving flowers and rose and other bushes from near the middle garden door and with Robert Mann + 2 cutting drain for the pipes and making the alterations in the walk - 2 stop-cocks put on to the pipes yesterday midway under the cascade bridge - call it in future the Rock-bridge - dinner at 6 ½ - A- did her French - between 7 and 8 she had Mr. Abraham Haley calling himself the owner of the blacksmith’s shop Milner and Bray allowed him to build up against Water Lane mill - he evidently wanted to be bought off - but A- would not hear of giving him anything - would try it at York cost what it might rather than not get him off, till he began to mollify and talk of hardship and only wanted remunerating for what he had laid out - A- and I left him to consider - I then went back - he had laid out £12 and more - wanted A- to pay him £12 - I said £5 on condition of his pulling down the place, and thus securing A- in quiet possession - no! it was not worth pulling down for that - well! said I, Miss W- will find men to do it under you - and will give you a fair valuation for the materials into the bargain no! £5 nothing - he could soon earn more than that - could earn 10/. a day - well! said I, ‘then £5 = 10 of your days, and you will not soon gain that by law - wished him good night - having told him among other things that the present occupier (Blamire) had as much right to the place as he (Haley) had - Haley could shew no tithe to it - Blamire had possession - he owned B- had never paid him any rent of 3 years - I think he said he let it for 1/6 a month - first he said the tools were his (H-‘s) then he owned that only the anvil and 1 or 2 things were his - told A- she had better write a note send for Mr. Parker or Mr. Adam to come at 9 ½ am tomorrow - perhaps if no time was lost Blamire might be managed - or we should know what ought to be done - Milner and Bray ought to be answerable - wrote to the above effect and John Booth took the note about 9 after he had helped Robert Mann + 2 to move the fine Portugal laurel from the rocks (just above the pool) to what was the paddock, near the present approach road - Haley did not go till about 8 ½ then I took my coffee and A- and I then out till 9 40 - the men had just gone away, having neatly mattered over the top (the mattering leaning on 3 long stakes) of the laurel - A- and I walked to the Lodge, and watched the laurel planting - from 9 40 to 10 ¼ with my aunt who had Mr. Jubb while with Haley was here - just before and during dinner paid Robert Schofield up to yesterday and Charles Howarth for doing up Mark Hepworth’s (yew trees) barn and preparing for ceiling Hopkins’ kitchen (living room) - till 10 55 wrote all but the 2 first lines of today - very fine day F54° and windy at 11 pm - told Mr. Husband this morning A- would have her 4 new cottages in Hatters fold cellared ½ under - cellaring and all complete H- agreed would cost about £250. but he said the cottages ought to let for 5 guineas each and the tenant pay all taxes - letter tonight from Mr. John Birmingham dated the 30th ultimo mentioning a ‘courier, a native of Germany’ in every respect what I want - asks what time I want him for and what pay per month I will give him - the man can see me in London

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weyheyjxlya · 4 years

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Ｔｉｍｅｌｅｓｓ

*•.¸♡ pairing: asahi azumane x reader

*•.¸♡ genre: sfw | fluff | a lil angsty (hehe) | wc: 2.3k

*•.¸♡ prompt : Amnesia

*•.¸♡ warning: anterograde amnesia | blind panic attack | fist fight | a little cursing

*•.¸♡ a/n : so henlo! been so busy recently but I promise! I’ll continue where I left off You’re Back. so this is my second time writing for a prompt for the server collab of Haikyuu Headquarters. this is a hard one and it is expected to be long so this will have two parts. also, I created a playlist for this in spotify so listen to it as well. so ya, I hope u enjoy this mi lovely people.

also, I just reached 100 and I’m crying because this is a milestone for me. I did not ever expected that I would write for tumblr and here I am enjoying it. so omg thank you very much minna!! ilysm!! <3

[♬• playlist •♬]

part I | part II

Life never felt so good every time you are talking to this specific person over the internet. May it take minutes or hours, error messages, internet connection problems, etc. You both never failed to stall conversations. It's like the world revolved around the two of you. You two found each other's presence like it's the most precious thing in the world. Hands may get tired from making the keys clack and eyes may hurt from looking at the screen for a long time but it's all worth it. Every single word you receive from each other is worth it. It may seem addictive to the eyes of other people but for the two of you, it's like a heaven-sent gift. Both of you are hopeless romantics. Both of you are each other's shoulder when problems set foot into your lives. You found comfort in each other, a loving comfort that made the both of you yearn for each other. Yearning for each other while slowly realizing that the two of you are already falling into the depths of love together. That should've been the case already but there's one thing. One thing that' stopping both of you. Real names and real faces. Recognizing each other by only your original created avatar and usernames made the love stop its way into the battlefield. You don't recognize each other genuinely, doubt, and fear still in place between the two of you. Therefore, one day you both agreed to take it to another level. You both decided to finally meet one another.

02 | 11 | 2018

depressed_epiphany: ha! u got me there

insouciance_flower: well, that's how smart I am lmao

depressed_epiphany: but hey, let's take this to another level. how bout we meet next week?

insouciance_flower: so eager to see my beauty huh?

depressed_epiphany: you disgust me. but how bout the hamaya isobashi next town? I wanna try their foods so badly

insouciance_flower: deal! 7:30 pm it is?

depressed_epiphany: oh yes it is! see you!

insouciance_flower: see you <3 (ew)

02 | 18 | 2018

"Ma, do I look good?" you asked for affirmation as you twirl around in front of the mirror while admiring the frills upon the ends= of your dress

Excitement made its way upon your whole system as today is the day that you'll be seeing the other person that you've been talking for months with. Despite the animosity, you've found tranquility in the hands of the guy with the username "dxpressed_epiphany". For the whole day of wondering, you've been wondering about what's his name, age, height, personality. Is he the same in person or he's just nothing like when he's online. You've been worried about those pieces of information throughout the waiting process for this day to come. What if you wouldn't like each other after meeting up? That would be devastating, you thought. But despite all of those unending thoughts, you've decided to just let it be and go with the flow then walked your way to the driveway to fetch your car.

With trembling hands, you hopped into your car and started it. As you go out of the driveway, your resolution becomes firmer.

"Don't be nervous now Y/N," you scolded yourself

As you got further away from your house, your speed also accelerated. The restaurant's a bit too far from yours so that's why you've decided to drive there an hour earlier, so if in case of loss you can still find your way back again to the right track. As time pass, roads are getting darker and less crowded. Trees and open fields filled your peripheral view. As the sun makes its way down to exchange places with the moon, your eyes wholeheartedly admired its beauty and followed it, forgetting for a while that you're driving. Just as you put your eyes back on the road, you've noticed that you're going towards the end of the road. So you reflexively stomped on the breaks and shakingly took the wheel and forcefully steered it which made your car turn 360 for plenty of times until you...

~~~

05 | 18 | 2018

"Pa, what am I doing here in this hospital bed?" you asked

"Oh thank God!" your parents sighed as they hug you together tightly as if they lost you

"What am I still lying here for? I'm supposed to be having a date today," you've mentioned

08 | 17 | 2018

As months passed, after being stood up by the girl that he had been hoping for. He received no replies after that day. The program where they had been talking to got out-of-date. And those lead Asahi to who he is right now. Negativity got its way on his system, even if Sugawara karate chops the negativity out of him. He thought there's no way in hell that he'll ever be able to be in a proper relationship anymore. Asahi got into various kinds of relationships and got off with it in just a short time. He thought that there's something wrong with him.

"Why are you still in my mind insouciance flower?" he wondered as he skims through his finished business in his laptop

"Please let me go," he agonized as that day left a mark on his heart that made all of his hopes flew away with the wind. He is certain that that girl would be the one once they would meet. That incident left him in a devastating state as he waited hours for her to arrive in the restaurant. His heart broke and contacted Suga and Daichi later that night as he drank his sorrows away at the nearest pub that they can get laid off to.

As he reviewed all of his thoughts, he came up with a thought of finally letting go with all of his yearnings and hopes that he could once again talk to and meet her for once, even if it's just a coincidental event. He has decided to repeat that day, to do all the things that they were supposed to do, and to go to the place where they're supposed to meet. It's more of a pilgrimage just so he could let go of the sorrow that he had been feeling ever since.

08 | 18 | 2018

Asahi wore the same attire that he wore on that specific date. While readying himself up inside the car, hands are shaking as he grabs the handle of his car as he went down and tidied his clothes as he walked into the restaurant where they're supposed to meet.

Fingers fiddling with the buttons of his cuff links, nervousness crept its way into his system as he recognized some servers that had seen his terrible state from the last 6 months. He came a little later than the actual time that they've agreed together. Eyes scanning throughout the restaurant as he subtly hoped for the last time that he would encounter a coincidental event where he could meet her for once.

~~~

As Asahi continued to scan around the whole restaurant, one subject caught his eyes. It's a lady, alone, has been circling her wine glass ever since, and has been circling her pasta with a fork and made portions of it as she successfully twirled it into mini pyramids of pasta.

He didn't noticed that he had looking at her for quite a while now and got snapped back to reality when he saw the lady stood up from her seat and started walking towards his table, in which he doesn't know because he flinched and returned his gaze over his food. Fear came into him when he felt someone poking him from behind but he slowly turned his head and...

"Hi! Are you my date for today?" you innocently asked the lone guy as you wore your wonderful dress that has the frill that you've wasted your time with as you admire how pretty it is made

"Hi I'm sorry, but I don't think so" he gulped as he continued focusing on his food because your face is too divine to look at it much further

"Oh sorry for disturbing you then," you replied with a courteous smile as you go back to your seat

Thirty minutes have passed since the time that you should've left. Also, you've noticed that the lone guy had been alone for a while, who's just there, aloof and lost in his sight. Devastated, you nonchalantly walked over to him.

"Hi! mind if I just take the other seat?" you inquired

"Sure," he replied and right away, you asked for assistance to transfer your tables from yours to his and started conversing the night away.

~~~

"I've had a great time. Can I see you tomorrow as well Asahi-san?" you asked

"Yes Y/N, same time and place right?" Asahi giddily confirmed

"Yes, see you tomorrow then!" you giggled as you walked out first from the restaurant

Asahi never felt happier as he paid for his bill because for once he forgot his purpose for revisiting this place. He became certain that he finally would get to let go of the insouciance flower.

"Hi, Sir!! Thank you for finally making her enjoy and smile for this night. She had been here for 6 months already but still, thank you!" the staff at the counter thanked wholeheartedly

"You're welcome?" Asahi replied as he can't register what's inside the all of the sudden gratitude of the staff but he just brushed it off and started walking towards the car

08 | 19 | 2018

"Hi, Y/N!!" Asahi blurted as he walked towards your direction

"Uhh hello? I'm sorry but I don't think I know you?" you replied as you wondered how did this guy get to know who you are. You've thought for a moment that this stranger just saw your name from a name tag or something, so you've checked yourself and your table if there's any but there's none. How did this guy even got your name?

"Uhm but we just talked yesterday, we even got to agree to meet here again after yesterday," he mentioned while you noticed that he shakingly fiddles with his fingers

"I'm sorry, but as long as I can remember, I was picking out a dress with my mom yesterday. Don't you think you're just mistaken?" you justified

"But what just happened yesterday? I know I'm not mistaken, it's you. I remember perfectly just how beautiful you are," he replied

"Hi, I appreciate the compliment but the thing that I don't appreciate is flirting with someone I just met," you replied with a straight face

"But," he replied, and before he gets to explain himself more staff that he recognized from 6 months ago approached him and dragged him out of the restaurant.

~~~

"Hi, sir! I've heard that my staff yesterday thanked you but I want you to please dismiss it and I hope you just don't meddle with Y/N-chan anymore. She's a special case. So please sir! could you please just stop it here." the staff that looked like the head one pleaded and bowed

"I'm very sorry to hear about that but I just can't. Before I would give you a yes to your request if you could just please explain to me why she's a special case?" Asahi begged as his hopes are being crushed furthermore

"Well if that's the only way to stop you. Everyone in this restaurant and the community knows about her case. Y/N-chan has anterograde amnesia meaning she cannot create new memories right from the event when the accident happened. So after she sleeps the night off, all memories from today will be erased. So every day she always thinks that it's still Sunday and she has a date for tonight. It's the same routine for 3 months now, she had the accident 6 months ago and they've mentioned that she has a date in this restaurant back from that day. But on the way here, the accident happened. So to prevent her from knowing everything and to blind panic, her family mentioned to us to just don't mind her when she's doing the same routine every single day,"

"6 months ago right? can you please provide me what Sunday that day is and the time that she usually goes here," Asahi pleaded as he's realizing something from the sudden shock of tonight's event

"Yes, it's February 18, the year of 2018. She mentioned that she goes here one hour early from the actual time of her date to prevent her from getting lost so it's 6:30 pm" the staff answered

"I think I got all the details that I need. Thank you very much!" Asahi thanked the staff wholeheartedly but got his heart to soften as he believed and realized one thing. It was you. You are insouciance_flower. The one that he had been waiting for. The one that he loved dearly over the animosity. So that is the reason why he forgot things yesterday because you had met his vibes and taste. It is you.

Asahi blankly walked to his car and drove home as this sudden news hit him so bad. His heart was filled with guilt. Blaming himself why you got involved in an accident.

The idea of giving up from meeting you came to him once, but he persisted. Persisted to make it up to you. He absorbed Sugawara's words from 5 years ago that he needs to get rid of that "negative goatee" in himself. He would do everything to meet you up every night so that he could fulfill that agreement that you two made before you got into that accident. He would do everything even if every single day and effort would be disregarded as you'll soon as you sleep and forget about it. That is his resolution and will be his only resolution to make it up to you.

Meanwhile. back from the restaurant. The head staff contacted your parents as this sudden threat to their daughter came.

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blvirz · 4 years

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Living Life Through a Lens: Chapter Nineteen

Chapter 19: Everything Was Going So Well

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: none

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A/N: Hello! It’s a short one today, but I won’t leave you hanging for long. Also, would you look at the gif? would you just look at it?! You can tell she’s nasty LMAO.

[7:40 PM KST]

“This is Lisa and Jennie getting ready for their first concert to officially kick off their tour. Say hi!” you shouted as you held the camera steady in their direction. The two of them looked up from their phones to wave and smile at you. Lisa extended her right index finger to correct you and said, “you mean, our highly anticipated sold out tour.”

You jokingly stumbled back and put your free hand on your chest, “yes you’re right. I stand corrected. Are you guys nervous?” you asked.

“There’s always a bit of nervousness meeting the Blinks after a long break. But once we are on stage, it all goes away. Please give us lots of love!” Lisa shouted as she playfully pretended to kiss the camera.

Just then, you heard a knock on the door. Quickly panning the camera from Jennie and Lisa, over to the door, you saw Rosé and Jisoo walk through, in the monitor. Their smiles were wide, and they came rushing over to the couch where Jennie and Lisa were seated. You had started filming in their room, but when they needed to change into their outfits, that’s when you left the room and made your way into Lisa and Jennie’s dressing room.

When the four of them were all in front of you, you asked them a different question. “Alright we don’t have a lot of time so can one of you guys tell me about the thing you are most excited to show your fans? On this tour specifically?”

They all looked at each other and a few seconds later it was decided that Rosé would answer. “For me… it would have to be the new solo songs I’ve prepared. They have been waiting for a long time, so I’m excited to see their reactions.”

…

[12:00 AM KST]

“I’m so tired. I just want to sleep,” said Lisa as she dragged both her feet and suitcase across the hotel floor. Lisa was always energetic, so it was odd to see her like this. You patted her back as she went into her room, once she was safely inside, you continued walking with the rest of the girls to their rooms.

It was right after the concert, and all of you were staying at a hotel nearby the airport, so it would be easy to jet off to the next destination in the early morning. The next stop was Thailand. After Lisa’s room you guys got to Rosé’s and Jisoo’s. The last two at the end of the hallway were yours and Jennie’s rooms. Earlier when management gave you five keys in total, Jennie seemed disappointed that they gave you separate rooms, but on the way up you told her it was the right choice, as you both needed a good night’s rest. Life on tour required so much energy and focus, and sleep would only help with that.

Swiping your key over the handle, the light on the door turned red. Doing it slowly a couple times more, you figured it probably wasn't magnetized. So you set out to go find Lex and see if she had the spare key before going all the way downstairs to get a new one. When you looked up Jennie was standing there with her foot holding her door open and said, “don’t you see? Even your room is telling you to not sleep in it. Now will you just sleep in mine?”

Walking over to her, you grabbed her face and said, “Jennie. For the last time. Go. To. Sleep. You need it. I’m going to find Lex and get the other key card. Goodnight.” After kissing her goodbye, you left her. As if she knew you would look back, she waited and made sure you saw the annoyed look on her face before finally heading into her room.

…

[6:30 AM KST]

You, Lex, the members, their managers and security were all waiting at one of the airport gates. It was about twenty minutes before you were supposed to board the plane, that is, if it wasn't delayed again. Your original flight was supposed to leave two hours ago, and with the lack of sleep combined with your computer acting up, your patience was wearing thin.

Following a tutorial on your phone, you tried adjusting something on your laptop. When it unexpectedly quit, you panicked. “Oh crap. What did I do?” you said, not realizing you had said it out loud. Jennie perked up in the chair beside you and asked you what was wrong, but you had no time to think and rushed over to Lex. While you tried your best to explain what you did slowly and carefully, she grabbed you by the shoulders, told you to calm down, and took the laptop and phone out of your hands. Endless questions and tapping on the keys later, she had the screen up and running again. When you tried to touch it, she swatted your hand away and pressed yet another complicated combination of keys. “Don’t touch,” was all she said and you listened.

In the midst of your panicking, you didn't notice that all the members stood behind you two, so when you turned around to take a break from looking at your laptop and saw them there, you jumped in your seat. They too, were anxiously waiting for Lex to figure it out.

The familiar startup noise of your laptop rang through your ears and you quickly darted back to see if it was real and not just a hallucination. Once Lex logged in, she carefully handed over your laptop, as if she were handing you a bomb to defuse. Very slowly you took it in your lap.

Dragging the cursor over the files you opened each one to see if they were still there. Even playing a few videos to see if the files were corrupted. Unsure if the ones you were clicking just happened to be uncorrupted, you started to back it up online anyway. Until one of the attendants at the desk announced that it was time to board. Are you kidding me?!

On your way to the plane you told Jennie that you would be sitting next to Lex in the event that your computer acted up again. She tried her best to keep her cool, but you were quick enough to see her initial reaction, which wasn’t a happy one. As much as you wanted to resolve the issue, you couldn’t risk losing all your footage, so you put it off and hoped that she might let it go. After all, she was tired and stressed too, so you hoped that some time apart might save you both from any unnecessary argument.

…

[9:45 PM ICT]

It was the first concert of three here in Jakarta, and you noticed there was a change in atmosphere in comparison to the one in South Korea. It wasn’t a bad thing, but there was something about being in Thailand and you couldn't exactly pinpoint what made it different. Was it the fans? The arena?

Currently you sat in the space between the barricade and stage, waiting for the girls to come back out. It was about the third last song of the night before they had to close out, and this was the song that you were scheduled to record for this location. As much as you wanted to record in each stop along the tour, you and your team decided it wasn’t idealistic. For one, it didn't make sense to record the same songs over and over again. And two, you didn’t want to get in the way and possibly ruin one city’s whole experience, so it was enough to record one or two songs here and there.

Due to the demand, the girls would have two additional shows, and would then make their way to the next destination, which happened to be Indonesia. After Indonesia, they would head to Hong Kong and the Philippines. Then to finish off the first leg of their worldwide tour, they would end it in Taiwan before taking two months off to prepare for the North American and European legs. Also included in the two months would be the premiere for the documentary.

With the stress levels of everyone on the crew only increasing, you figured it would be better for you and your film crew to fly back to Korea and start some of the cataloguing, editing and other parts of the postproduction phase. Then when it was time you would meet up with the girls in Taipei for any additional footage that you might be missing. You had enough footage of the concert and behind the scenes, so you didn't think it was necessary to stay and record for any longer. Having footage of the concerts wasn’t the main focus of the documentary. Instead, it was to pull back the curtain on anything they had wished to share; that being the girls’ day to day lives or the behind the scenes look at all that went into preparing for their tour. The editing phase of the documentary was already here, and you couldn’t quite believe it.

Once the girls came back out you started rolling. It was always a fun time recording the girls, as sometimes they would stop and interact with you and the film crew. After a late night meeting after the second concert in South Korea, you and your film crew were able to learn and fine tune some of the mistakes you made. So as stressful as tonight was, you found that you were making less and less mistakes as time went on. Like where to be and where not to be.

After the song was finished and the girls quickly got into position for the next song, you sat back and enjoyed the concert taking both of your earplugs out. At first it was incredibly loud, but eventually you got used to the sounds of the screaming fans and the endless banging noise of their lightsticks. It was near impossible to be in a bad mood at a concert; there was food, good music and thousands of other people who were there to have a good time.

No matter how many times you had seen the girls rehearse or perform, it amazed you every time. There was little difference in Jisoo’s on and off stage persona, she was confident all the time but seemed to be a lot more carefree on stage. With Lisa there was a noticeable difference; she could still be described as her joyful self, but what changed was her boss-like attitude when she performed her solo. Her expressions and dance moves were sharper, and seemed to show off, in her words, her ‘swag.’ Rosé on the other hand was much brighter and happier when she was on stage. Near the end of the concert, when the girls were free to walk and interact with the fans, was when it became more apparent. It was clear to anyone with just one look that she genuinely loved what she did, and the people who came to support her. With Jennie, you saw the stark difference in her two personalities. Depending on the song, she could show her fierce and seductive side. And of course when the time was right, she showed the exact opposite, where she showed off her soft and childlike side.

To see them up close was far different from what you have seen on video, and you hoped that you would be able to do it justice with the documentary. Being able to show the fans the girls on stage and off-stage personalities, although there weren’t that many changes, was an important aspect that you wanted to both capture and convey through the documentary.

…

[12:20 AM ICT]

“Why do you insist on going back to your room? Look there’s enough space here for you and me.” Jennie pleaded while running her hands across the bed you two were currently laying on.

“Because you have a busy day of rehearsing tomorrow. Plus I have a flight to catch in the early morning. Get some sleep Jennie,” you said as you got up from the bed.

To make up for the past couple of days of being barely able to spend time with one another, you decided to spend a little bit of time with Jennie in her hotel room after the concert. So far everything was going smoothly, until she asked for you to stay once again. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to stay, but because you couldn’t. Management was strict and you understood why there were certain rules put in place. In the end it all boiled down to making sure that the talent was healthy and well-rested.

“Flying? Where are you going? Are you not filming the other two concerts?” she asked.

It was during one of the late night meetings you had when you and your team decided it was better for you to leave early. You wanted to tell Jennie, but you didn’t want to let it interfere with her focus on the tour, so you kept it to yourself. Only now did you realize that keeping it from her all this time was a bad idea.

Trying your best to make it sound like it was a good idea, you told her about all the reasons you and your team discussed in your meeting. No extra footage was required, a jumpstart on postproduction,, etc. But when you looked at her, you only saw tiredness and the early beginnings of anger. She sat still, said nothing, and her stare was ice cold. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think about it too much. We’ll see each other in Taipei. It’s only a short while until then,” you said.

“So you thought that telling me about it last minute would be better? Y/N, I was going to find out anyways. And Taipei is a month away,” she snapped.

Jennie had never once lost it with you, and so you were a bit taken back when she did. You understood though, she was tired and under a lot of stress and so you didn't push back. And you had no intention of doing so either, so you said what you hoped might diffuse some of her anger. “Yeah I realize now that that wasn’t the best idea, but I hope you understand my thought process behind it. I don’t want to distract you from your responsibilities. At the end of the day, a lot of people come to see you, and I want you to be able to give them the best experience that you can offer them.”

“Y/N. You’re not a distraction. Believe it or not, I can do my job and focus on you. I have been doing it for months now,” she said while pinching the space between her eyes.

Wanting to avoid any further arguments, you gave in and let her blame you. If that's what she needed, then you would give it to her. “Alright this one is on me. I made a bad judgement call and I don’t wish to make things worse. I really can’t stay with you, so I’ll see you in Taipei. Good luck,” you said as you kissed her on the cheek goodbye. She didn’t look up, kiss you back, or even walk you out.

From your previous experiences of being on tour, you knew to expect some of the difficulties that touring would bring. But what you weren’t prepared for was doing that while also trying to find the balance between your personal life and work life. Especially when your relationship was entwined in them both. You thought it might help with the both of you being in the entertainment industry, but that wasn’t the case. Everything was going so well, you thought to yourself.

Chapter Twenty - HERE

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alwaysanotherrainbow · 4 years

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my boyfriend never texts first

Remus just wants to not be the first one to send a message every once in a while. That’s not too much to ask, right?

relationship: romantic remrom, background remy and emile (also romantic)

warnings: major character death, extended mourning (secondary warnings- brief discussion of religious holidays, brief underage drinking mention, a lot of all-caps) notes: unrelated, human, hs/college au. virgil, emile, and remy are here too. If you need anything in the secondary warnings (or one of those latter three characters) edited out, please let me know and I can put that up for you!

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Remus always texted him first. Always. It didn’t matter the situation, didn’t matter the time date place name face. Who what when where why. It first started when he texted hi roman :) when they first got phones; for whatever reason, Roman just never texted first. Either he’d call or they’d talk in person.

No matter. Remus could cope.

May 1:

8:37 PM tody i saw you by my locker 8:39 PM *today 8:42 PM why didnt you say hi?

May 2:

9:30 PM a teacher talked to me today 9:30 PM wanted to talk about how i’m doing after 9:52 PM well you know. he’s a sick bastard

Really, it wasn’t too much to ask for, was it? He just wanted to see him text first once in a while! May 7:

3:32 PM: by the way idk if you got this last time 3:36 PM: my class ring size is the medium 3:44 PM: hopefully you order it by the deadline :P 4:03 PM: no idea when the deadline is 4:20 PM: bLAZE IT 4:24 PM: sorry i have like 0 money so i got it from the consignment shop 4:31 PM: i hope you like synthetic rubies!! leaving them with ur dad 10:40 PM: update. i cried for four hours with your dad.

June 2:

7:30 AM: gRaDuAtIoN dAy!!! 7:32 AM: there’s cookies in the reception menu 7:35 AM: snickerdoodles your favorite [eyes] 10:02 AM: i’m getting some for u 10:05 AM: [kissy face] 7:40 PM: the announcement was Weird 7:43 PM: anyways i have the snickerdoodles (Remus couldn’t go over to where Roman was staying, so he left them in the living room. He knew Roman would appreciate them. Hopefully he’d come over (wait, probably not, given...))

Well, actually, he could understand why he never texted first. June 11:

12:14 PM: roMAN 12:16 PM: [Attachment: Remus_Picani-Kleitman_Acceptance_Letter.pdf] 12:18 PM: YEAHHHH 12:24 PM: I’m sure you got in too SEND ME YOURS WHEN YOU GET IT 12:32 PM: WE MIGHT SHARE A ROOM YEA 12:35 PM: [Attachment: celebration.jpg]

Everyone was probably saying that he ought to just move on, but to be honest, he couldn’t... Actually, to be honest, no-one had told him to move on to his face yet. In fact, everyone was surprised he was doing so well, given how bad the circumstances were! The situation was stressing him out so much, even his dads were gently advising him to rethink things. (Well, that was part of the territory with one of them being a therapist and the other being a barista.)

“I got y’all some kouign-amann from the cafe,” said Dad, putting it down on the counter. His shirt had SLEEP scrawled on it with a Sharpie; it was the one that Remus had made for him as a joke. He still wore it. Huh.

“Sweetie, what’s a queen amahn?” asked Papa.

“It’s a... er, it’s like a... this is kinda like a croissant that had dreams of a muffin tin and salted caramel. One for you, babe.... then one for Doodlebug-”

“Can I leave some for Roman?” asked Remus.

They exchanged a glance.

“Of course you can,” said Papa with a smile. “Your candle’s on the table. Also, I got the news about being accepted into university? Good job, kiddo. You know, that was your father’s alma mater.”

“Are you sure you want to go to school right away after...? No problem taking a gap year.”

Papa glared at Dad. “Be nice.”

“I’m sorry, Remus, it’s just...” Dad put down his coffee. “If you’re not ready, if you need more time-”

"I’m sure,” said Remus with a grin, trying to get rid of what he just remembered. “Trust me.”

“Please find a good way to put away the snickerdoodles, they’ve been there since last week!” shouted Papa.

June 12:

12:12 AM: its twelve twelve make a wish 12:15 AM: hey when does your phone bill go out? 12:20 AM: im just saying that would Explain some things 12:22 AM: i know your dad pays Everything like a year in advance 12:34 AM: tell him i say hi 12:34 AM: 12:34 MAKE A WISH

July 12:

3:30 PM: guess who’s a double major in bio and theatre!! 3:32 PM: marine biology babey 3:53 PM: it’s good for the SOUL 4:04 PM: this cute octopus reminded me of you by the way 4:10 PM: [Attachment: for_roman]

August 14:

6:24 PM: moving in is the Worst 6:32 PM: by the way i got a single 6:35 PM: no roommates 6:41 PM: still have the bunk tho 6:44 PM: also got ur favorite pillo

August 30:

2:12 AM: roman it is like two o’clock in the morning what the Heck are you doing here, 2:15 AM: if u see me wave Hi 2:32 AM: ok >:c 2:42 AM: dont mind Me just studyin on top of the planetarium 3:15 AM: tbh i didn’t even know we go to the same campus? haven’t seen you around or anything 3:17 AM: shit phones gonna di

September 28:

2:20 PM: i failed my test 2:22 PM: idk what to d 2:24 PM: *do

September 29: 7:30 PM: remember that octopus you gave me that eats negative emotions? 7:32 PM: it works!!

October 3:

1:10 PM: You’d like the theatre program, really 1:15 PM: just so u know they’ve listed your name as an ‘honorary member of the class of’ 1:19 PM: that’s really nice of them. idk if your dad knows

October 23:

9:45 AM: i had to explain one of our inside jokes 8( 9:52 AM: i can’t Explain the deodorant thing that was One Time 9:55 AM: also why i’m called The Duke 9:56 AM: its bc you said it. not my fault 9:58 AM: its still cute pls call me that still 9:59 AM: pancake brunch pancake brunch pancake brunch October 31: 6:12 PM: sun’s down! joyous samhain 6:15 PM: i remember when you sewed me that octopus btw, the one that eats ucky feelings 6:19 PM: how long did it take you to get the laurel sachet into it?? 6:34 PM: also thank you thank you thank you for helping me find a friendly church to celebrate all saints day 6:47 PM: that year was a NIGHTMARE because you forgot to get your white candles and carnelian, and i forgot my holy water, so we were driving around town like Madmen 6:59 PM: it was worth it though 7:03 PM: i left you a script, i think you’ll like it.

November 9:

11:19 PM: i miss you so so much.

November 10:

12:20 AM: ignor this i drank like 12:24 AM: a lot 1:15 AM: i’m sorry i should’ve been with you 1:22 AM: i shouldve been there With You. 1:45 AM: but i wasn’t 2:20 AM: i didn’t know thered be a 4:11 PM: shit i just saw these. Sorry to bother you December 2:

10:10 AM: hey roman, been a bit. yea sorry about last time. too much of the Alcohol 10:13 AM: gonna go over to my parents’ house 1:00 PM: if you wanna come over, you can. dad’s making snickerdoodles and papa’s gonna watch atla (yes i still have that dvd you got me do not @ me it’s with your candles on your table just like everything else) 1:03 PM: that was on the dot, i’m happy.

December 21

8:34 AM: hey, it’s snowing 9:13 AM: couldn’t help leaving you some hot cocoa. and snickerdoodles of course 10:12 AM: i love you Remus went to go help his dads with making breakfast, but by the time everyone was done cleaning and they had finished watching some shitty Hallmark movie, he remembered that he had left his phone upstairs. Going upstairs and looking at it, he felt something in him break.

[2 Unread: Roman <3, bf’s dad]

10:22 AM, Roman <3: Why are you texting this number? 11:15 AM, bf’s dad: Remus, disregard that last, I’m so sorry. I just found his phone and I saw only the recent message first

The phone started ringing. Remus answered it as quickly as he could.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Sanders I didn’t know that someone was actually getting these messages I thought the line was out,” he said within a few seconds before the person on the other side sighed.

“No, it’s quite all right. And Virgil’s all right, by the way, if you prefer. I... I was just looking through his things for the first time. You know, it being a holiday and all... Memories, things like that.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“I just turned the phone back on, I’m getting a lot of messages.”

“Oh.” Remus stared at the wall, trying to come to terms with everything. “Well, I--”

“I’m not going to stop paying for his phone. I’m sorry, I just... I still have his voicemails on it, and I can’t stand the thought of it going offline either.”

“Right, I... I listen to it too.”

“I happened upon the last one he sent to you.”

“You looked at the messages?”

“I only looked over when I stopped getting new ones, but I saw the last question he sent you. For your ring size.”

“Yeah? He asked my ring size so that he could--”

“There’s no easy way to say this, but.. I found something of his. Can you come over?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t, but can you please tell me what it was? Please?”

“I really think I should tell you this in person.”

“Please, Mr. Sanders. Please, I... I can’t manage that.”

He sighed. “All right, Remus. I found an early acceptance letter to SJAU, and... and a ringbox.”

Remus felt his grasp on the phone grow weak. It fell onto the bed, Mr. Sanders’ voice still clear.

“I think he was going to ask for you to....”

“No, we... We were just out of high school, I-- that doesn’t make sense.”

“He always was one for those romantic gestures. There’s some poems here, too. A life-plan. I’m not sure exactly what malacology is, but--”

“Mollusks. Like octopi and squids.. Sorry for cutting you off, what was that?”

“Some of it’s in your handwriting, but one of the entries is ‘ask him’, for the day after... you know.”

God, he could hear his sad smile through the phone. He knew exactly how Mr. Sanders looked right now just talking to him, probably wearing that hoodie that was too big on him, in a dusty room full of things that used to belong to the most vibrant person that Remus had ever met.

But then Roman had died.

He was the most wonderful person, and he had just died.

“I’ll come over to deliver the ring to you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s... that’s fine. Uh, call my dads first, though. They’re still not convinced I’m doing okay.”

“I understand. I’ll talk to you later, Remus.”

“Thank you, Mr. Sanders.”

The line went dead in his hands.

Remus held himself and wept.

December 28:

12:30 PM, Remus Picani-Kleitman: Mr. Sanders, would you like to come over for our New Year’s party? 12:34 PM, Remus Picani-Kleitman: It’s a tradition we had. You don’t have to if you’d rather not. 12:45 PM, Virgil Sanders: I’d love to go.

January 1:

12:00 AM: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! 12:05 AM: [Attachment: :)] 12:07 AM: we are all smiling in this photo and for that i think we deserve a hug. 12:10 AM: this rings the most beuatifl thing i’ve ever fuckign seen. thank you,, 12:14 AM: never gonna get rid of it <3 12:16 AM: it looks Good on my finger 12:30 AM: jsyk your dad’s asking my dads for the kouign amann recipe 12:32 AM: thats a pastry, i left those for u a while back 12:39 AM: okay i’m crying a bit but honestly, i love u 12:44 AM: I love you so so so much, Roman

Somewhere out there, whether it was from some wonderful paradise or beyond the veil or even only in wishful thoughts, Remus knew that someone was saying I love you too.

#remrom #remrom writing #my fics

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 4 years

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Prompt List

So, I decided to make an official prompt list. So, when I open requests, you can use a prompt from here, or just send me whatever you want. You can check out what I write before

1). “This is who I am, I know I’m a monster but I can’t change who I am.”

2.) “What’s a motto?” “I don’t know what’s the motto with you.”

3.) “How many fucking times do you think I’m going to let myself go through this again?”

4.) “Do you know what it’s like to go to bed every day to escape your demons only to find new ones haunting you?”

5.) “Dude, that was crazy! I didn’t think that would work.” “Me neither.”

6.) “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes“ “Damn it.”

7.) ”I don’t need your forgiveness, and I’m way past asking for your permission”

8.) “It hurts me that you can lie to me so easily. It hurts that you always lie to me. When can I have the truth? Is it too much to ask for?”

9.) “I’ve been telling her not to, it’s not my fault that she’s a prick and can’t do shit when she’s told to.”

10.) “Do you ever think about everything you’ve done in your life? How do you not hate yourself?

11.) “I’m not proud of much, but I’m proud of you.”

12.) “If you’re here, and he’s here, then who the hell is making all that ruckus in my bedroom?”

13.) “Please forgive me.”

14.) “Let her. Let her kill me. Let her hurt me. I deserve it.”

15.) “P-Please hold me.”

16.) “That is false.”

17.) “I-I can’t remember what I did yesterday or what I did today. I-I don’t know where I am.”

18.) “You were supposed to be my friend. You were supposed to be my family.”

19.) “Own up to who you are. Never let anyone shoot you down.”

20.) “As Sir Isaac Newton once said, ‘The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

21.) “I thought dragons came after virgins… so why aren’t they after you?”

22.) “Being insanely smart has its downs.”

23.) “You said you’ll always be there for me. You lied.”

24.) “Yes! I’m a real person! I have real people’s feelings!”

25.) “It’s us, always and forever.”

26.) “I have to pick between the only people I’ve ever cared about, and whoever I don’t pick dies.”

27.) “Why are you always running away from me? I’m not that bad!” “You’re the devil in a white suit.”

28.) “Can we please stop this? W-We’s always fighting. I-I don’t even know what we’re fighting about.”

29.) “I hope you learned your lesson, next time I won’t be there to save your ass.” “W-What are you talking about? What do you mean you won’t be there?”

30.) “Eres un idiota.” “Did you just call me an idiot in Spanish?” “What?! I would never.”

31.) “But why does this matter? I can guarantee you that I’m never gonna use it.”

32.) “Doesn’t it bother you that we can never be normal?” “Maybe it did. But now, being different is better.”

33.) “So, if you’re so good with kids, then where the hell is mine?” “That’s not fair.” “It’s your fault.”

34.) “I’m too tired to care.”

35.) “I don’t want to kill you. But I will. Because my family is more important. So again, leave. Now.”

36.) “Danger’s my last name!” “I thought it was (Y/L/N)?”

37.) “I-I can’t find anything of my meds. Not my anti-depressants, not my pain killers, not my anxiety meds. I-I can’t stop shaking.”

38.) “I have to write a 4-page long argumentative essay.” “Well, you are good at arguing.”

39.) “But you tried. That’s what counts. Not everything is a success.”

40.) “Ugh, it’s you again. Didn’t you die last year?” “No, that was fake.”

41.) “Don’t do that!”

42.) “You’re so stupid! I hate you and your stupid little face!”

43.) “What the hell?! You’re supposed to be taking an exam right now! What the hell are you doing here?!”

44.) “Did I stutter?”

45.) “Let go of my pie. Now.”

46.) “You’re sneaking out, aren’t you?”

47.) “How many times must I tell you? No drinking before dark.

48.) “So, you have a metal arm? That’s exciting.”

49.) “Do you think that I’m gonna leave you? You’re stuck with me, with us forever, no matter how much you hate it.”

50.) “Uhm, am I going crazy, or do you also see that horse?”

51.) “You’re not who I thought you were. You’re better.”

52.) “Are you sure you two aren’t related?”

53.) “There are literal monsters, roaming the streets, and you’re telling me to stay calm?!”

54.) “I know this may be hard for you to believe, but there are ways to solve your problems, without violence.”

55.) “Well, I didn’t expect that.”

56.) “You look like you need a hug, kid. What’s on your mind?”

57.) “Please don’t! She’s a child!” “So what? Many children die every day, why should yours live?”

58.) “I said to blend in! Not dress like you just killed someone!”

59.) “You’re lying.” “That makes two of us

60.)” Well, this is awkward.”

61.) I uh, think I might be pregnant.”

62.) “Do you want me to kill somebody for you?”

63.) “I thought you were dead?” “Yeah, guess I was hell to put up with. Even for Hell.

64.) Prove it to me. Prove to me this world would be better without you. ‘Cuz it won’t. Let me show you how much you mean to me. To us. Just please, get down from there.”

65.) “Let me help you cook before you burn down my house.”

66.) “I’m not scared of you. You’re like a little puppy!”

67.) “I want you to come with me, not anyone else.”

68.) “Do you know each other?”

69.) “I hate you.” “I know. But you need me.”

70.) “Isn’t it a beautiful day to create some chaos?”

71.) “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

72.) “Welcome to Vampire 101. Don’t get caught by hunters.”

73.) “Please don’t hurt them! They’ve done nothing wrong!”

74.) “I’m doing the best I can! I don’t know how to drive!”

75.) “I heard screaming, are you okay?”

76.) “Hey! Are you telling me I’m bad at my job!”

77.) “I really don’t care.”

78.) “I can’t remember. I wish I could.”

79.) “Watch your language!”

80.) “Hey, I can’t find the scissors, can we use your claws?”

81.) "Minutes. We only have minutes till it's too late.

82.) "Just be careful. I don't want a call at 3 AM from the hospital saying that you died.

83.) "What do you want?! I'm playing Mario Kart!"

84.) "There's a light at the end of the tunnel." "Yeah, it's called hellfire.

85.) "Who gives a rat's ass about Chemistry?!

86.) "Oh my god just your voice makes me wanna die!

87.) "Why the hell is there a 72-inch teddy bear on my bed?

88.) "None of us here have a life, so who the hell is texting you at 10 PM?

89.) "I just want it to end? Can't you just leave me to die?!"

90.) "Okay, he keeps giving me the evil eye."

91.) "I've been stabbed more times than days I've been alive."

92.) "Did you cut your hair?" "No, I got stabbed by a knife."

93.) "Please save me."

94.) "A shady ass mansion and 6 weird ass kids, what could go wrong?"

95.) "Oh my god they are dating! You owe me 5 bucks!"

96.) "No! There's something wrong with me, everyone always leaves me!"

97.) "Why is there a 5-year-old in your hands?"

98.) "Oh yeah, I'm pregnant."

99.) "So, I'm a witch, my dad's a hunter, and my mom's an evil coven leader. Talk about a messed up family."

100.) "You know what they say, the kindest one is the most broken one."

101.) "I've got all the time in the world for you."

102.) "I-I didn't kill him."

103.) "You're covered in blood."

104.) "Took years, but I finally have the courage to say it, I love you. Will you go out with me?"

105.) "Well, I'm never working at this coffee shop again."

106.) "I accidentally drank dish soap."

107.) "He's kinda hot."

108.) "Are you drunk? Again?"

109.) "I can feel myself, fading away."

110.) "Don't stray away from me, I love you."

111.) “It’s a hard life but I had you. And I’d never give up that.”

112.) “Don’t move! One wrong step and you’ll die!”

113.) “You are good enough. Don’t doubt yourself.”

114.) "Do you smell something burning?" "Dude, that's your hair."

115.) "I just feel so numb, a-all the time. S-So fucking numb."

116.) “He saved my life, (name). You keep saying everyone else doesn't forgive him. I know you’re the one who doesn't. Stop acting like you're the high and mighty merciful one. I’m going to find him, and you’re not gonna stop me,”

117.) "I love you, why are you pushing me away?"

118.) "Why is nothing I do good enough for you? Every time you look at me, it's like you're just staring at a steaming pile of disappointment. Why do you always think you're better than me?"

119.) "I-I know you're there. Just please let me out."

120.) "You're gonna kill me? With what, reckless driving?"

121.) I'm listening to you, I have been fucking listen to you!"

122.) "Know that you are good enough,"

123.) "I'm sorry that I was a dick. Just please, don't leave."

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March 19, 2021: 6:33 pm:

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Three attempts to kill me happened today that I know of and can tell you about, and more attempt to kill me today that I cannot tell you about due to unspeakable litigation.

The latest attempt happened a few minutes ago and resulted in at least on terror soldier’s nitrous oxide poison gas tank to ignite and that one launched in a southerly direction, best guess is that the terror soldiers launched to the very back parts of 520 Jackpine.

Someone went to do an evac of that terror soldier, I am bound by the courts not to say more about that part of the terrorism.

The murder attempts are accompanied by these pop-up windows. The county courts terror cell uses pop-ups like these to try to convince US national security persons that the mark (me) was watching pornography, and that is somehow used for framing someone of murder, or rape, or “Sodomy” is the preferred terminology used by the county courts terror cell for describing what most people say is a “rape charge”, the local terror cells call it “Sodomy” and they pronounce it like “Soda-Me”, so, if you are doing audio surveillance please make a note of that pronunciation, as the term is used very often, and is a component one of the most popular terror attack scenarios.

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My foot is turning blue.

There is nothing I can do to get medical treatment.

All of the doctors in Oregon were killed years ago, some of them were taken captive and are forced to provide medical treatment for the terror army.

US Citizens are killed at the hospitals and medical clinics.

Despite many years of trying to reach US national security personnel, I have never been able to make contact with US national security personnel.

I keep trying, and as I do, the terror soldiers hurt me more and more, with more dangerous weapons, more lethal poisons, and more terror soldiers involved.

I tried to get my mail from the mailbox three times today, each time there was someone summoned, ready, and was waiting nearby for a chance to run me over in the road as I check my mail, so, I was not able to get that far today to the road to check my mail, there are too many terror soldiers around my home, these terror soldiers are more directly associated to the Josephine County Courts than I have seen before, today’s attack is as if the judge himself came to kill me.

There are no US Citizens who work at the Josephine County Courts, all of the people there are Canadian terror special operatives, some of them are Screen Actor Guild actors, are treasonous, and are there for special assignment at the courthouse. The same is true across the entire state of Oregon. All of the courts were hijacked and are controlled and occupied by he Canadian SDA terror army, and they get their marching orders and training from Screen Actor Guild.

Same condition as the US national guard bases. All of the bases are hijacked, controlled, occupied by Canadian terror army, and Screen Actor Guild special actors play role of commanding officers, while Canadians are wearing the US Guard uniforms. They have access to all of the equipment at the bases, and, they are able to get new equipment, supplies and munitions through normal and customary channels of procurement.

Please send help.

When they kill me, they will delete this account, and then no one will know how the terror is done.

Please send US Military to Josephine county Oregon.

Please send medical help to Josephine county Oregon.

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8:20 pm:

A very loud sound was heard a little while ago, about 7:00 pm. I went outside to see what is going on, and I heard what sounded like a train, a helicopter, and a jet all at the same time coming from Russel Road area, and proceeding in a south direction. The sound was not from the air, was at ground level.

Two of Monroe’s cats were in my yard, that means there was a Monroe outside of my house at that time. They bring the cat when they hide in my yard, so I will see the cat and not be concerned about someone hiding in my truck bed.

That sound was so loud and different that for a moment I thought maybe the US military had come, and were doing a fly over.

That’s not what it was.

I overheard that the sound was that of the train that travels on the railroad tracks that are parallel with Russell Road, and are about less than two thousand feet away from where I am. The train was releasing poison gas, and was ignited, and the train went south toward Merlin Oregon on the tracks while lit, poison gas burning in at least one of the train cars. I heard that from a terror soldier who was hiding somewhere nearby and shouted “the train lit!”. I heard other similar discussion being said at the Monroe terror cell.

I came back inside after that, I don’t know what kinds of poison gas the train may have been releasing, but since it lit up and went south, nitrous oxide is most likely part of the mixture. I could hear the jet sound as far as about where Opal Lane crosses Russell Road and beyond that, then walked to where the Offensive Trailer at Monroe’s is near my driveway, and overheard more about the train had ignited.

There could be evidence at Blue Star Gas, in Merlin. That place is along the train tracks and uses rail cars to ship the gasses they claim to sell at Blue Star Gas.

I have no way to verify if a locomotive carrying explosive poison gas ignited on the tracks or not, but I did hear a sound that was as if a helicopter, a jet airplane and a locomotive were all the same sound, and it was very, very loud.

The train on Russell almost never rolls at this time of day. That train is normally heard at about 12:30 am, and again sometimes at about 4:30 to 6:30 am, only.

It was not US Military as I was wishing for, it was a terror train filled with poison gas parked nearby on the train tracks, is the information I have.

(Twitter can be traced to see the marching orders for that train full of gas to be deployed, one part to such terror marching orders is a story about the Milton Bradley Game called Monopoly, and news about a change in the “Community Chest Cards” in future versions of the game. Monopoly is often used for terror marching orders, and there are railroad considerations in the game and the cards for it.)

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8:52 pm:

This part of this entry, like the whole account here, is specifically for US national security personnel to consider:

That information shown there where it says “StoneMan posted this” is part of the attack with the locomotive filled with and releasing poison gas in the neighborhood and parked nearby about 2000 feet away from my property. There was a person who made a “Like” for this entry, I blocked that person. The idea is that if the terror assassin is successful and does indeed kill me, then, somehow that “Like” and the part where it says “StoneMan Posted This” works in favor of the terror army who would have killed me. There are a few other places on this account where the same kind of thing happened, someone made a “Like” on a post that is about mass murder and terror takeover of USA, but not many of those “Roll Reversal Like” comments (That is how I see it, a roll reversal attempt, I don‘t know how they make it say “StoneMan Posted This” unless someone paid off Tumblr representatives to make that happen).

I always block the people who do that.

The way I see it, if someone makes a “Like”, or does a “Follow” somewhere on my account here, and if that person does not ask some questions, like “How can I help you?”, then, I block those people. Over time of existence of this account there has been a dozen or so “Like’s” and “Follows”, not many, and no one has ever offered any assistance.

no one has ever asked me any questions about why I write what I write.

So, I do the Block.

Interesting fact is that there has been three attempts to make contact with this account with a “Like” or Follow” since the time I asked Joe Biden for help to stop the mass murders and takeover of USA when I wrote to him at WhiteHouse.gov contact page. That is extremely revealing about who the terrorists are.

Please help.

This Tumblr account is the only way I can get a message out of Oregon, all of the phones and internet means of reaching public safety are hijacked, don‘t work, and only assassins come in response to cries for help, as happened today from my letter to the President, assassins brought a locomotive filled with poison gas, and a bunch of terror special operative assassins, some of them are at Monroe terror cell right now, at 434 Jackpine Drive, Grants Pass Oregon 97526.

That thing below where it says “StoneMan Posted This” is part of the hit attempt, and could be traceable, please help.

This is where the “Like” came from, the one I blocked. “Unforgettable-Sensations” is poking fun at my leg condition and is one of the terror bastards who arranged that I would be injected with some kind of horrible chemicals. there is no doubt about it with a name like that and a like on this entry today.

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9:45 pm:

This is a good place to go ahead and mention that at least two terror soldiers where killed last night and I did not have anything to do with their deaths, other than I lit my Bic Lighter while I was trying to check my mail but was unable to get to the road where the mailbox is at because there are too many terror soldiers trying to kill me all of the time. One terror soldier was hiding in a tunnel that goes beneath my driveway, is a culvert for the creek, that one ignited, launched to the other side of my yard, bounced off the fence at 520 Jackpine, I think was wearing a bright blue coat. The other one was run over in the roadway at the mailboxes on Jackpine by their own terror assassin accomplices who were driving the Sparacino’s brown cross-over style car, a brand new one, and that person was squished under the car, rolled into a ball, and wound up in front of the Clyde Baum terror cell at 333 Jackpine. I could hear the sound of the persons bones breaking and saw the car looked as if it was driving over speed bumps all the way from the mailboxes to Clydes, while screaming “Stop the car!”.

They finally stopped out front of Clyde Baum’s terror cell.

I suspect there was at least one other who also was killed last night but I have no other information, just some screaming sounds that I heard separate of those other two dead terror soldiers that Joe Biden sent to kill me.

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