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machine-gun-casie · 4 years

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Almond Poppy Seed Muffins

you’re hired to help with the menu at colson’s new cafe and the lines of employer and employee quickly blur.

wc: 6k (!!!)

“Sit up, man.” Slim knocked Colson upside the head. “Menu person’s coming.”

Colson groaned and lifted his head off of the one table in the unopened cafe. “Tell me again why we booked this meeting for eight in the fucking morning.”

“Because it’s professional.” Slim whispered as the creak of the door echoed in the empty area. “Now sit the fuck up.”

You walked over with your shoulders back and your head held high, looking as professional as possible. Colson’s eyes were comically wide as he watched you approach the table. Your confidence was coming off in waves and Colson couldn’t help but be attracted to it.

Slim stood up. “Hi, you must be y/n.” He smiled at you and reached out to shake your hand. You smiled back and Colson immediately forgot he was hungover.

“Yeah, I am. You’re the one who talked to me on the phone?”

“That was me. I’m the manager. You can call me Slim.” Slim pulled back his hand and patted Colson on the shoulder. “This is Kel-”

“I’m Colson.” Colson shot up and shoved his hand in your direction. ”I’m the owner.”

“Thank you guys for calling me in.” You smiled at him this time and Colson almost fell back into his chair.

“Thank you for coming. Let’s get started, shall we?” Slim said, sitting back down and both you and Colson followed. “We were hoping this could be a collaborative effort, because we want the menu to be unique to us and have some personal touches.” Colson looked at Slim with furrowed eyebrows, he’s never met this version of Slim before.

“Yes, of course. I’ve only got some basic items on my list, I wanted to sit down with you before we get into the trial phase. If there’s anything specific you wanted on the menu, or anything specific you don’t want, we can get that out of the way now.” You pulled out a tablet as you spoke, entering the password and opening your notes.

“There’s only a few items that we really want on the menu, but the rest is up to you.” Slim nodded as you took note of his words on your tablet. “What do you have so far?”

“I’ve got some basic avocado toast, bagels, and breakfast paninis.” You explained, showing them some pictures you had saved. “I’ve been to the surrounding cafes and seen the staples, but I wanted this place to have some unique staples of its own. So I added mini bacon tacos and almond poppy seed muffins.”

Colson’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god, I love almond poppy seed muffins! I was just going to tell you to add them to the menu.”

“No way, I love them too!” You beamed at him. “They’re so underrated. Everywhere I look for them, all I find is lemon poppy seed.”

Colson didn’t know how to respond, he just couldn’t believe he made you smile. Before the silence got awkward, Slim cleared his throat. “Bacon tacos? Are those tacos with bacon?”

“No, they’re bacon taco shells. Made them mini because full sized could get expensive in the long run.” You said, showing him a picture. “I’ve seen them online, but never in cafes and never here. Could definitely bring in some customers, everyone loves bacon.”

“Yeah, for sure. I don’t think I’ve seen those around here before. There’s also some things we need to have on the menu.” Slim said, looking over at Colson.

“Yeah, we need blueberry pancakes and cheese eggs.”

“And do you have any ideas for their names on the menu.” You asked, typing away.

“The pancakes are gonna be Casie’s Weekend Special, C-A-S-I-E. With whipped cream and berries on top.” You nodded and he continued. “And Champ’s Cheesy Eggs for the eggs. Oh, and we also got these special coffee beans coming in next month for a specific cold brew. I want it to be called Cold Brew but with the C-O-L in capital letters.”

“That’s just for it’s name on the menu, right? Because I don’t do coffee stuff.” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah, yeah for sure. I’m making that myself, no need to worry about it.” Colson said.

“Okay, good. Is that it?” You asked as you typed.

“We might add some more later, but you don’t need to worry about that right now.”

“Alright, I’ll start the trial phase this week. I’ll test out the recipes and all that. When I’ve polished everything off, we can do some taste testing.”

“How long do you think you’ll take to finish?” Slim asked.

“You should get a call in about a week or two.”

Slim smiled and nodded. “Perfect, we’re set to open in a few months.”

“I’ll have enough time to train the staff before then.”

“Great, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.” You pulled out two business cards and put them on the table, one in front of Slim and one in front of Colson. “This is my business card, in case you need to contact me.”

Colson could have sworn your gaze lingered on him for a second longer than it did on Slim.

This was not a business card he was going to throw away. No way.

The buzzing of your phone pulled you away from your laptop. You were up all night researching and hearing the notification finally pulled you out of the rabbit hole.

It took a while to find your phone in all the blankets on your bed. But when you finally did, the notification that was on your lock screen was not something you were expecting.

Colson requested to follow you on Instagram.

Woah. Unexpected.

You opened your phone and accepted his request and followed him back.

- verified?

C- what can i say im a rockstar

- hahaha

- seriously tho, why?

C- u really dont know?

- nope. enlighten me

C- im a rapper

- no way! i work for a rapper now?

C- i guess you do haha

So your night that started off with researching recipes quickly turned into a night researching Machine Gun Kelly.

Song after song and interview after interview, you wondered how you spent your life not knowing of Machine Gun Kelly’s extensive career. You couldn’t say that you had never heard the name before, but this was way more than you expected.

Your Instagram seemed to pick up on your search history, so your explore page was only memes about your boss from the moment you googled his name.

You weren’t sure you could look him in the face the next time you saw him, something about two nines on his waist.

(creds: @ticketstomydownfall)

- how come you never told me your full name?

C- sorry it just never came up, i never meant to keep it from you

C- i hope you understand

- it’ll take me a while, but im hurt you didn't tell me

And so it began, every time you took a break from menu research you would send memes back and forth. You would send Colson cooking memes he wouldn’t get and he would send you musician memes you wouldn’t get. A healthy balance, you joked.

But your favorites had to be the Machine Gun Kelly memes.

A new cafe opened a few streets down from Colson’s unopened one, so he decided to check out the competition. He stood in line and read the menu. He perked up when he saw the place had poppy seed muffins in their display. It kind of worried him because he wanted them to be his cafe’s thing, but he wouldn’t mind having one right now.

“Hi! What can I get you, sir?”

“Can I get a cold brew and one of those muffins please?” Colson pointed at the basket of muffins.

“The poppy seed?” Colson nodded and the barista reached over and picked one up.

“Are those almond or lemon?”

“These are almond poppy seed muffins, they’re here for a limited time only. Don’t think we’ll have them back anytime soon.”

The barista put the muffin in a paper bag and instructed Colson to wait by the pick up area. As he waited, he pulled out his phone and sent you a picture of the muffin.

C- new place got almond! poppy seed muffins

C- for a limited time only tho, we in the clear

Ever since you started texting, you had told him not to expect any fast responses. Your sleep schedule was all over the place because you ‘work best at night’ is what you told him. The menu was coming up fast and you told Colson to expect some taste testing soon.

So when he got a response from you within seconds, he was confused. He wasn’t complaining, that’s for sure. It just wasn’t like you.

- look in the corner

He looked up and saw you in the corner looking right at him with your phone in your hands. You laughed when you made eye contact and beckoned him over. He pointed towards the barista and you nodded.

As soon as his cold brew was in his hands, he dashed over to you.

“Well, well, well.” Colson smirked, sitting down across from you. “I see you fixed your sleep schedule.”

“Kinda. Just for today.” You smiled. He didn’t know if you always smiled or if you always smiled around him. Colson liked to think it was the latter. “You checkin’ out the competition?”

“Yeah, so are you. What do you think of the muffins?” Colson asked.

“Mine are better.” You shrugged.

“Gotta try ‘em first before I agree.”

“In time.”

It had been two weeks since you saw Colson at the cafe. You ended up staying there for a few hours, time seemed to fly by with him. You gushed about the flourishing menu to him and he smiled and nodded. You knew his appreciation towards the topic wasn’t at your level, but he encouraged you to keep going. ‘I like hearing you talk’ were his exact words.

You were a blushing mess by the end of the night. Some insinuations were made and you could definitely tell that he was as into you as you were into him. And you were willing to tease the possibility.

- im not considered an assistant, am i?

C- you could be if you wanted

- i think assisting with the cafe could be considered an assisting position

C- id be inclined to agree

Colson needed to get away. He needed out right the fuck now.

He couldn’t bear staring at his bedroom ceiling any longer. The demons in his head were louder than ever and he needed an escape.

Closing the door gently, he made sure not to make any loud noises so as to not wake anyone in the house. He got into his car and drove off. He had no clue where he was going, he just knew he was going.

He found himself parked in front of his cafe after a few minutes, not knowing how he got there or how he decided this was the place to escape to. He did have the keys on him. He could just head in, put together a couple of those tables that came in the other day and do something with his hands. Anything to get his mind to shut up for a little while.

The click of the keys turning in the lock sent a shiver up his spine. He made sure to lock the door behind him just in case. The thought of someone already being there never even crossed his mind.

Until he heard something from the back. The kitchen.

The kitchen was fully finished a week ago, decked with all kinds of high tech equipment. Worth a shit ton of money. Did Colson really just stumble into a robbery? Of his own fucking cafe?

He stomped over to the kitchen, fully prepared to beat someone up.

So when he saw you dancing around in a flour covered tank top and shorts with music blasting in your headphones, he had to take a step back.

You screeched when you saw him at the door. “Holy fuck!” Colson laughed as you bent over and put a hand to your chest, taking your headphones out. “My heart just fucking dropped into my ass!”

“I thought you were a robber. I was ready to throw hands.” Colson said nonchalantly as he strode over to you.

“I thought you were going to murder me! What are you doing here? I could have sworn I locked the door.”

“You did.” Colson nodded.

“Shit, right.” You chuckled. “Owner, sorry I forgot.” You pointed at him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I asked first.” You shot back at him.

“Right, right.” He nodded and looked down. “Needed to get away. Found myself here.”

He hated the way your eyes softened at his words, he didn’t need pity or help or someone to fucking ask him if he ‘wants to talk it out’. But you didn’t say any of those things, and he really should have known. You were different.

“I told you. I work best at night. Slim gave me the key last week so I can utilize this amazing kitchen.” You motioned to the high tech equipment around you. “Muffins are almost done, actually.”

“Poppy seed?”

“Mhm, about six minutes left. But I got some pancakes right here, if you wanna try some?” You asked, picking up a plate stacked high with blueberry pancakes.

Colson nodded and took the plate out of your hands. You handed him a fork and he cut himself a bite.

He brought it to his lips and paused, catching your hitched breath. “Don’t play with me! Just eat it!” You laughed, moving the fork into his mouth as he laughed at his stupid joke. His face was thoughtful as he chewed for a few moments. “Well?”

“It’s good.” He hummed. “Really good. But not better than Casie’s.”

“Doubt I can make it better than Casie’s when it’s her name on the menu.” You smiled. “She your girl?”

The question slipped out before you could catch it. It was swirling around in your jealous head every time you saw the name in your notes. You weren’t exactly flirting with Colson these past few weeks, but if he had a girlfriend you would feel kind of guilty because you definitely caught feelings.

Okay, you were definitely flirting. The whole assistant meme? For sure. And you were at least attracted to him. And with the way he has been looking at you, you knew he felt the same way.

“My daughter. It’s just me and her.” Colson smiled, knowing why you were asking and definitely not minding clearing that up for you. “She makes blueberry pancakes on the weekends for me. Best pancakes on the planet. Scratch that, in the fucking universe.”

“Aw shit, I can’t compete with that.” You chuckled. “Gotta try the best pancakes in the fucking universe some time.”

“For sure, I’ll bring her over when you finish up to try your stuff. Maybe you can take some pointers from her.”

“No offence to your daughter’s pancakes, but I think I’m good.” You chuckled. “This is my job and I’m damn good at it.”

“Alright, alright. No need to get feisty on me.” Colson laughed, putting his hands up in surrender. “My daughter’s pancakes will always be number one for me. You know how it is. She doesn’t know I’m putting her name on the menu, though.”

“Bet she’s gonna be so happy, I know I would be. I’ve always wanted my name on a menu.”

Colson nodded and looked down at the counter that you were leaning against. Your phone, which was placed on the same counter, lit up with a notification that revealed your lock screen.

The notification wasn’t what caught Colson’s attention, the music that was playing did. “Are you- are you playing my music?”

“What?” You asked, your hand quickly darting to cover your phone. Colson laughed and pulled your hand away.

“No no no, I saw that.” He chuckled, grabbing the phone. “Loco? Not what I expected you to like, to be honest.”

You shrugged and pushed yourself away from the counter. “It’s got a good beat to whisk to.” You moved away from him and towards the oven and slipped on some mitts.

“The muffins are done? I didn’t hear a timer.”

“It’s all up here, pretty boy.” You smirked at him, tapping your finger against your temple. “If I leave them in any longer they’ll burn.” You explained, dropping the piping hot muffin tray onto the counter.

Colson’s hand slowly reached over to the tray, but you slapped it away before he could touch one. “Ay, they need to cool down! Still didn’t even finish them, man.” You huffed as you took off the oven mitts. You looked at him and saw him staring at you. “What?”

He just smiled his little cute ass smile and shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me. What is it? Do I have something on my face?” Your hand came up to wipe at your cheeks.

Colson held your wrist and pulled it away from your face. “No, you don’t have anything on your face. You just…”

“Just what?” You don’t know when you started whispering, but it felt like you had to. The moment, so fragile and intimate, you didn’t want to scare it away.

“You look really fucking cute right now.” Colson breathed out, his eyes not once leaving yours.

“You don’t just say that to a girl, Colson.”

“Who said I was just saying it?”

The moment lost its preciousness when Colson put his hand on the hot muffin tin. “Ah fuck!” He brought his hand up to his chest, cradling it.

“You’re so stupid, you know that?” You chuckled as you led him to the sink. “Come here, let me run some cold water on it.”

“Fuck me, I just ruined the moment, didn’t I?” He asked as he let you tend to his hand.

“A little, but you didn’t completely lose me.” You mused, teasing him. “I gotta put the glaze on the muffins, then you can have one.”

“There’s glaze!” He asked excitedly. “I fucking love the ones with the glaze on top.”

“I know.” You hummed, taking the bowl with the sugary glaze and spreading a little on each muffin. After you finished all of them, you went back to the first one you covered and popped it out of the tin. You held it up and brought it to Colson’s mouth. “Try it.”

He bit into and moaned almost sinfully at the flavor. That fucker knew what he was doing.

“These are so fucking good.” Colson groaned.

“Damn right they are. You know how hard I worked on that recipe?” You exclaimed, proud the muffins came out as good as Colson made them seem to be.

“Really fuckin’ hard, I take it.” Colson replied. “Come here, you gotta taste it.”

Before you could take a bite out of the muffin, Colson put his finger under your chin and led your lips to his.

You pulled away a few seconds later, breaking the kiss. “You’re right, that tastes really fucking good.”

“You keep talking like that and I don’t think we’re gonna make it outta this place.” Colson smirked.

“The staff room’s got a couch.”

(Elvgren Brunette Pin-Up Girl “Let's Eat Out”)

C- you last night

- excuse me?

C- what?

C- ur the sexy muffin girl

- how dare you?

- i would never burn my muffins

C- dude

C- im tryna flirt with you here

- well try harder

Colson didn’t expect to walk into the cafe the next week with Slim and his daughter to see you wearing his shirt from that night. Casie was just excited to eat the food, so she didn’t notice.

But Slim noticed. Colson coming home without a shirt wasn’t crazy. But you wearing said missing shirt? Yeah, he saw this coming. He smirked at Colson who tried to brush it off but his blushing cheeks betrayed him. Holy fuck, you had him blushing. What the fuck was he going to do with you?

You told them to sit tight while you brought out the plates. When you disappeared into the back, Colson mumbled something about going and helping you out.

“Nice shirt.” He smirked.

“Thanks, I got it from this guy.” You teased.

“This guy?” Colson raised his eyebrows at you as he picked up two plates.

“Yeah, tall lanky blonde dude. I don’t know if you know him, but he’s a rapper.” You smiled, expertly carrying four plates in your arms. “He’s verified on Instagram.”

Casie and Slim both watched with amused smirks on their faces as you and Colson walked out of the kitchen giggling.

With you none the wiser, Colson mouthed ‘Shut up!’ at them. Slim snickered and Casie raised her hands up in surrender. You placed two small plates on each placemat, not aware of the conversation going on around you.

“First, we’ve got the mini bacon tacos.” You said, pointing at each plate. “The bacon shells are filled with a spinach and scrambled egg mixture with a few slices of fresh avocado.”

“Oh my god, dad! The tacos are made of bacon!” Casie exclaimed when she looked down at the plate.

“Stop drooling and eat your food before I do.” Slim mumbled through a mouthful of bacon taco.

“Ay!” Casie shot Slim a look and used her hand as a shield against her taco. “Don’t you touch my food.”

“Then eat it!”

“I will, get off my back!”

“Hey!” Colson shouted, getting their attention. “No fighting in front of our guest!”

Slim and Casie looked up at you and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.” They apologized in unison and you fought hard to not let out a snort.

“It’s alright.” You giggled. “Do you like the tacos?”

Casie stuffed half the taco into her mouth and nodded. “Iss real goo’.”

Colson chuckled and wiped some avocado off his daughter’s face. “I think that’s the equivalent of three michelin stars.”

As everyone cleaned off their plates of all eggs and bacon, you remembered something you wanted to mention.

“Now, next are the blueberry pancakes. But before you guys dig in, Casie, I need to ask you something.” Casie perked up at your words. “Your dad told me that your pancakes are the best in the universe. And because this is his cafe, I would like it if he liked my pancakes too. So if you have any advice for me, I’m all ears.”

Casie looked between you and the pancakes for a moment.

“I’m gonna guess that you don’t use the boxed stuff, right?” You nodded. “Alright, I’ve got one trick that I use. But you gotta promise not to tell anyone.”

You stuck out your pinky and nodded. “Pinky promise.”

“Pinky promise.” Casie looped her pinky with yours and smiled. “Y’all gotta shut your ears.” She said to Colson and Slim.

“But-”

“No buts!” She stopped Slim. “Shut your ears!” Casie watched her dad and uncle as they slowly covered their ears with their hands, confused and trying but failing to hold in their laughter.

“Alright, my trick is hazelnut milk. I use it instead of normal milk. Makes it kind of taste like Nutella, and Dad loves Nutella. And I add a teeny tiny bit of cardamom powder. The tiniest pinch. Made the recipe all by myself, so I better get credit.”

You smiled and made eye contact with her. “Trust me, you’re gonna get your credit.”

C- my jaw still hasn't recovered

- shouldn’t that be my line?

C- remind me to never show anyone our texts ever in life

- noted

C- are you free tomorrow?

- yeah why?

C- meet me at the cafe at noon

C- theres something i wanna show u and casie

You smiled when you saw Colson and Casie approaching the cafe. You had gone to the store so as to not arrive too early, but you still beat them by a few minutes.

“Hey.” Colson smiled. “You brought stuff?”

“Yeah, just a few secret ingredients.” You nodded, holding the canvas bag behind your back. “If I show you, I have to kill you.”

“Can I see?” Casie asked.

“Of course.” You scoffed and winked at her.

“Hey! How come she can see but I can’t?” Colson asked incredulously.

You shrugged and giggled. “Why are we here, Colson?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Something came in today.”

“The coffee beans?” You asked, hoping you’d get a taste of his COLd brew. Yes, you told him it was stupid. No, he wouldn’t budge.

“Nope, the chalkboard.” He waggled his eyebrows at you.

Your eyes lit up. “For the menu?”

“Yup.”

“Dad, can I help? Please, I wanna do the border.” Casie pleaded.

“Of course, special girl.” Colson nodded at her. “You gotta help bring it out, though.”

“Let’s get the chalkboard!” Casie jumped up and tried to open the door.

Colson told her to hold on, the door wasn’t unlocked. He pulled out his keys and turned the lock, opening the door wide enough for Casie to run inside.

“It’s in the back.” Colson called after her.

She ran past you both to the staff room.

“She’s cute.” You chuckled once she was out of earshot.

Colson walked into the cafe with you and closed the door behind him. “Yeah, she got it from me.”

Before you had time to reply, a resounding crash came from the back.

“Casie!” You both dashed to the back to see if she got hurt.

“I’m fine!” She said once you both walked into the room. Casie was fine, but the long cardboard box she was pulling was no longer upwards but flat on the floor. “I think I broke it, though.” She winced.

Colson sighed and dragged his hand down his face. “Case…“

You smiled at Casie to calm her down. “It’s alright, as long as you’re not hurt.” You approached her and pulled her into a side hug and observed the fallen box. “Let’s see the damage out in the front, come on.”

The box was pulled out by all of you to the front where you opened it and pulled out the chalkboard. The chalkboard that was once one piece was now distinctly two pieces.

Casie sighed dejectedly. “I broke it bad.”

“No, no. This is definitely not bad.” You reassured her and looked over at Colson to back you up.

“Yeah, princess. This is not bad.” He said, not really knowing why it was great but only playing along with you as to not make his baby girl feel bad. “Why is this not bad?”

You laughed and kneeled down to fully pull out the two broken pieces out of the box. “We can make it look intentional. See, the crack is going diagonally down the middle. You can do the border around each piece. It would look really cool.”

“That would actually look really dope.” Colson said as he finally understood what you were getting at. “None of the other places have anything like this.”

“See? Told you.” You nodded. “What would you do without me, huh?”

“I have no clue.” Colson mumbled as he knelt down to sit next to you. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it, but you sure did. “Alright, y’all can do the border. Leave the rest to me.”

“You sure?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at Colson. “It��s gonna take you a while.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. You have everything written down somewhere?”

You nodded and pulled out your phone from your pocket. You opened up your notes app and handed it to him. “This is my latest draft for the final menu. Do with it what you wish.”

And so you got to work. Every time you tried to peek at what Colson was writing, he’d push you away and say it was a surprise. So you stuck to what he assigned you. The border took you and Casie no time, even after adding some doodles here and there and signing the bottom right corner.

“Dad?” Casie perked up.

“Yeah?” Colson asked, still focused on his penmanship.

“You good to finish it up?”

“Yeah, why?”

“y/n and I need to go to the kitchen.”

“You do?”

“We do?”

“Yes.” Casie nodded at you. “We do.”

“Oh!” You smiled, remembering the bag you had brought with you. “We do!”

“Mhm.” Casie smiled sweetly at her dad and hopped up and headed towards the kitchen. “Come on, y/n! No time to waste.”

You giggled at her antics and shrugged at Colson. “No time to waste, I guess.” You grabbed your bag full of ingredients and followed the little sassy child to the kitchen.

You placed the bag on the counter and smiled at her. “So, how many do you wanna make?”

“Not many.” She shrugged as she helped you take out the ingredients. “Just a few to try out the recipe.”

“Good idea.” You nodded. “I changed my original recipe a little bit, added your suggestions and a few more things. That cardamom powder is a great addition, by the way.”

“Thanks!” Casie beamed. “So you’re a chef, huh?”

“Not exactly.” You mused as you pulled out the bowls and measuring equipment. “If we had to get technical, I guess my job is a menu curator. I help people make menus for their cafes or restaurants.”

“But dad said you make really good food.” Casie pointed out as she measured some dry ingredients into a large bowl. “Did you learn it by yourself or did you go to school for it?”

“A little bit of both.” You paused to help her not spill the flour and continued. “I’ve been to a few culinary schools, but only the ones that you attend for a few months. But I’ve always loved cooking.”

“So this must be your dream job, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess it is. You wanna crack the eggs?” You asked and handed her the eggs when she nodded. “What’s your dream job?”

“I’m not really sure, I’m only eleven.” She shrugged and threw out the egg shells. “But I really like the music industry. So probably something in that. Maybe a producer or something. I’ve helped out Uncle Slim on some of my dad’s stuff and it was fun.”

“No way! That’s really cool. I know nothing about the music industry, if I’m being honest.” You confessed.

“Did you know about Dad’s music?” She asked. You paused for a moment, knowing this was coming. Casie wasn’t stupid, she knew something was going on between you and her dad. She wanted to make sure you were right for him. And she was definitely not going to beat around the bush to find out.

“Not when I first met him. But he followed me on Instagram and I asked why he was verified and he told me.” You said.

“Oh.” Casie said, pausing to think of what to say next. “Okay.”

You looked at her and furrowed your eyebrows. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.” She nodded as she poured out the hazelnut milk into a measuring cup. “I like you, y/n. And I know my dad likes you, too. If he didn’t think you were a good person, then I wouldn’t even be here.”

Pushing the bowl closer to her so the milk wouldn’t go on the counter, you stayed silent so she could continue. “And I know you were wearing his shirt the other day, which means my dad really likes you. But you gotta know that being with my dad comes with stuff not everyone likes. I know you like me, which is obvious because I’m amazing.”

“Yes, of course.” You nodded semi-seriously, giggling with her.

“But there’s also his music and the whole public thing, which gets weird sometimes.” Casie’s eyebrows rose as she spoke, indicating that she’s seen enough to know what she was talking about. “They say things and they lie and they might drag your name through the mud. But some people forget that the things they say only last for a news cycle.”

“You are wise beyond your years, Ms. Casie Baker.” You pointed at her. “I think meeting you has been the best part of working for your dad.”

A week later, Colson called you back to meet at the cafe. After making the pancakes with Casie, Colson refused to show you the menu. He insisted it still needed more work and that neither of you could see it until it was properly set up behind the front counter.

Both you and Casie moaned and groaned, telling him a little peak wouldn’t hurt. But he held his ground.

Walking up to the cafe, you saw that Colson and Casie beat you this time around. Colson was sitting down as Casie jumped around him, begging him to remove the white sheet hiding the chalkboard on the wall.

“Hey guys.” You said as you opened the door.

“y/n!” Casie called, running up to you. “Thank god you’re finally here! He made me wait this whole time.”

You looked up at Colson who was shaking his head. “We’ve been here for eight minutes.” He chuckled.

“That’s a whole four hundred and eighty seconds!”

“Ay, that was some nice quick math!” Colson cheered and held his hand up for a high five.

Casie slapped his hand and walked over to the menu. “Alright, she’s here. Can we please see the menu now?” She pleaded.

Colson sighed and nodded. He positioned you and Casie to stand in front of the board and placed your hands on your eyes.

“On three, open your eyes.” Colson instructed as he held onto the white fabric. “One, two…”

You and Casie waited for him to continue only to hear him snickering. “Dad!”

“Alright, alright.” You heard the fabric fall to the floor. “Three!”

You gasped when you finally laid eyes on the long awaited finished menu. Colson somehow made all you and Casie’s little doodles crisper and more vivid. The border around both the pieces had some additional patterns here and there, obviously courtesy of Colson. Your eyes scanned the names of the menu items quickly, most of them already known to you from your notes.

“Casie’s Weekend Special?” Casie asked after a moment of silence, looking up at her dad. “No way! Are those the pancakes?”

“Yeah, you like it?” Colson smiled.

She giggled and jumped up to hug Colson. “I love it!”

“I told you you’d get your credit.” You smirked at her.

She climbed off her dad and gasped. “You knew?”

You nodded and she attacked you with a hug too. You laughed as you almost toppled over from the sudden embrace.

You continued reading the menu when Casie climbed off of you. You chuckled at the ‘Bomb A$$ Bacon Tacos’ and at the ‘COLd Brew’. You smiled when you read ‘y/n’s ALMOND poppy seed muffins’.

Wait what.

“Colson…”

“You said you’ve always wanted your name on a menu. Besides, it’s your recipe.” Colson stumbled back as you attacked him in a hug this time.

You sighed against the skin of his neck and whispered a soft ‘thank you’. You pulled back and stood there for a bit, just looking at his piercing blue eyes. How can someone’s eyes be so blue?

“Oh my god! Just kiss her already!” Casie exclaimed.

“Woah! Where did that come from, little lady?” Colson turned to look at Casie without letting you go.

“You guys are making major goo goo eyes at each other. Just kiss! I’ll cover my eyes, don’t worry.” She said, placing her hand over her eyes.

“I mean, she’s kinda-”

You cut him off by placing your lips against his. Casie giggled as she peeked between her fingers. Colson furrowed his eyebrows and groaned his disapproval into the kiss, waving his free arm at his daughter.

You giggled against Colson’s lips and pulled his waving arm back. You pulled away and reached out one arm around Casie and dragged her into the embrace. “Your dad is a real romantic, Casie.”

“Thanks, I taught him well.”

“Yeah, you really did.”

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #machine gun kelly fanfic #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly fluff #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk fanfic #mgk fluff #mgk x reader #mgk imagine #colson baker fanfic #colson baker x reader #colson baker fluff #colson baker imagine #richard colson baker

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curious-menace · 3 years

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Budddyyy how have you been homeslice? Could I get uuhhhhh zero year and twojar (is you do him dude) with a s/o who baby sits her three younger cousins? And it’s very wholesome (thanks man and I’m glad you’reback into the swing of things)

Uhh no sorry, I don't know twojar Riddler as I haven't read it yet. I did mention that I might do him in the future since the comic is on my list. so just zero year riddler it is

Zero year riddler x babysitter reader

oh boy. hes not best pleased. he was coming around to your apartment for some dinner or to spend the night together. he brought wine and flowers and everything!

his dejected libido aside, he constantly tells you he doesn't like kids, why would you spring this on him? if you're not careful you’ll be babysitting 3 kids and one giant baby throwing a tantrum because his partner is preoccupied.

You explain that it was short notice and you just had to look after them. you point at them and tell him what little angels they are. he might soften a little if you put the charm on thick. maybe you can promise to make it up to him later.

reluctantly he agrees to “ allow it just this once” ignoring the fact this is your apartment that you pay for with your hard earned money . you let that go because he’s just being a power tripping muppet hoping to get a rise out of you for shits and giggles.

he tries to retreat to a quiet corner of your apartment, leaving the child minding to you. it doesn't work at all, the kids sneaking off to look at him soon after. its not their fault kids are naturally inquisitive . they peek around the corner and wait for him to notice them before they run away giggling.

eventually he realises hes not going to get peace. he waits for them to do it then jumps up and goes “rawr!” and chases them down the hall before scooping the 3 of them up in his big arms. he’s trying to get rid of them but they don't know that, they think he’s caved and is finally playing with them

he comes into the living room and is about to tell you off for letting them near him but then he sees you standing over the stove, looking a little frazzled. you've been at work all day and now looking after 3 kids? that cant be easy. he feels a little bad for not helping and probably adding to your burden so he decides to start now.

“hey kids, lets go upstairs and give auntie some peace to cook yeah?” he might say he doesn't like kids, but hes really good with them.

you start to get worried when things are suspiciously quiet. with kids, quiet is rarely good. you nip upstairs to check on them but decide not to interrupt when you see them all having fun. riddler is playing board games with one kid, drawing with the other and building a fort with the 3rd . its amazing how he can juggle them with no one fighting .

you have to call them all for dinner 3 times before they can be prised away from their play. you also have to tell them to stop wolfing their food incase they choke. yes, eddie included.

the all speed back upstairs to play after, leaving you to clean up. riddler stops at the top of the stairs to ask if you want help but hes happy you wave him on. he wants to go play too.

you're a little hurt that the kids would rather spend time with him than you but he is a novelty. you decide to retreat a little, keep an eye on things from distance. its nice to see him unwind for a bit and he’s making your life so much easier by keeping them entertained.

the night probably ends with the 3 kids and riddler asleep in beanbag chairs or on the sofa, popcorn strewn about and playstation controllers falling out of their hands. you should take a photo incase mr “i dont like kids” tries to deny it in the morning.

there ya go uhh... what should i call you? ILMSALTA? tell me what youd like to be tagged in the replies , otherwise im calling you salta lmao. ive been writing all day but the mood to do this one before bed struck me, so i hope you enjoy it

got something youd like to ask me? send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

#riddler #riddler headcanons #zero year riddler #zero year #edward nygma #edward nigma #asks #headcanons #my headcanons #my stuff #my writing

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dailyandrewandaaron · 3 years

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For Alice

Andrew minyard had run the Teapot cafe with his twin brother Aaron for years it was a ramshackled place but it made ends meet with a small army of dedicated regulars. Andrew did not like most people but they who made their way into their little cafe and kept coming back for more time after time those people he didn't mind being with. If he were feeling sentimental, he may even say he was found of them. They were people who needed a place to be. Andrew was not a cheery or welcoming person by nature but nevertheless he sometimes always seemed to know exactly what the people who came into their cafe needed

Andrew always remembered the orders of all his regular customers. The old ladies who want cinnamon buns, the builders who order bacon baps and black coffee the mums who order tomatoes on toast. The men who remembered the time before the smoking ban when they were allowed to smoke inside, students who stumble in hungover the little ones drawn in by the display of comical teapots in the window who would pester until they got a chocolate milkshake, the people who say this was the only place in that wasn't fancy and mean that as a compliment. Andrew remembered them all and what their favourite order was.

Aaron did all the cooking of course. There was no one else Andrew would trust with this. Aarons food was not ambitious the recipes were simple staples but those who were loyal the teapot cafe liked it that way and didn’t want it to change .His brother would stay in kitchen mostly while Andrew took orders and brought the food . On the rare occasions he did venture out the old ladies would tease him good naturedly and make him retreat again leaving Andrew to wonder how on earth he ended up as the most social one of the two.

Neil josten had come in to the café for the first time late in day a few weeks back to escape the rain. The place looked closed and empty but the lights were still on. Are you shut "neil asked finding a scowling blonde man blocking his path as he tried to enter

"not yet but you should hurry up if you want to come in" neil was intrigued by the mostly silent unsmiling figure and decided to take a chance on the place. He sat down. "you havent been here before" the man said making it sound like an accusation.

"I work late I don't usually have time”

The scowler clocked him waiting and watching him clean "order at the counter" he barked Andrew did not like newcomers. They disrupted things they didn't know the rules.

He had pegged Neil josten as someone who would come only once. Andrew assumed he was the type who found his manner too abrupt and their menu too simplistic and would become a frequent visitor of one of the more upmarket restaurants instead. Andrew was usually right about these things but in this case he wasn't

Neil went up there but at first there was no one there although he could hear someone singing quietly along to the radio in the back.

"Aaron" the blonde barked "customer!"

"what do they want?" a voice called out

"I don't know" Andrew yells back

"Huh?" another person came up to the front. Neil was surprised the man looked very similar to the first man. He in turn seemed equally shocked to see Neil. "oh. You're new"

neil looked confused “ is this a members thing or something”

"No but usually the same people come in" he says" and they order the same thing so Andrew usually knows what they want " he explained

"I see" neil said "are you brothers" he asked

"twins" said the first man and then with a rare cheek added "but I'm better looking. That's why he stays in the kitchen

Aaron huffed and got him back with a "we're finished serving hot food for today" Andrew sent his brother a deadly look. "-but we do breakfast" he finished somewhat nervously

"early" Andrew put in "im Andrew"

"I'm -" aaron started

"you could get a drink" Andrew interrupted

"I'll come back"

He won't Andrew had thought at the time.

But he did come back again the next day. And every day that week. The same order. Full English breakfast. No black pudding no baked beans no white bread tea no sugar.

Soon neil josten with the deep blue eyes and the aversion to baked beans was a regular at their café and if Andrew was a bit too glad of a bout outcome well he didn’t have tell anyone . yet. Besides, he had bigger problems than that , like how his chef and brother had taken a shine to a certain girl in a pink dress who had started to come in for tuna mayo baguettes at lunch time for instance…

#andrew minyard #aaron minyard #neil josten #aftg #My writing #based on an actual cafe in my town #cafe twins yes #neils order is what i always get #the guy there knows #christmas exchange fic

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what if jaemin and taehee dated…

YAY OUR KDRAMA COUPLE

honestly i think that this would start off as a blur to them

like jaemin didn’t even know when or why he suddenly liked taehee

once he fully acknowledged his feelings,,it felt like they were there from the start

and unconsciously, he would have the audacity to FLIRT with her

the dreamies were all video calling, mark and taehee on the other end of the line due to 127’s schedules

hyuck was talking about something when jaemin suddenly said

“noona, you look so pretty today”

the other dreamies were completely thrown off

“that’s so sudden,” mark said while laughing

most of the dreamies has surprised looks on, meanwhile hyuck was baffled

taehee: ahh thank you

she said it as if it’s nothing,,,like this was completely normal she’s still shy tho

and ever since that day, jaemin made a silent pact with himself to get taehee to fall for him

so he sends her good morning texts and good night texts

texts in the middle of the day asking if she ate already, or if she’s taking care of herself properly

these surprised taehee at first but soon she learned to get along with it thinking it was like,,to fit their dynamic of being kdrama people

sooner or later, jaemin would call her and ask her to meet in front of their dorms so that they could go eat in the cafe taehee wanted to go to

“on second thought, i’ll go to your dorm so you don’t have to go to mine”

“but i could just-“

“i don’t want you to get tired from walking to our dorm”

“jaemin, your dorm is literally-“

“no this is final i am going to your dorm and you won’t move a step until i get there”

“…..okay”

“alright see you!”

when the line cuts she looks to mark beside her like (・・;)?

“is it just me or jaemin’s acting really weird these days?”

“hmm?”

“do you think…do you think he,” then she moves her eyebrows up and down like in a weird way

and mark gets all the more confused

from another person’s pov, this situation would look rather comical due to the fact mark has no absolute clue of what taehee’s referring to and why was she moving her face like that

and then taehee leans closer to mark and whispers, “do you think he likes me?”

then mark’s like Ö

“you think he lIKES YOU?”

“nO! he’s just so weird we never go this far with our jokes”

then there was a pause on both ends until mark says, “well do you like him?”

“idontknow??”

“WHAT”

then there’s a knock on the door and both of their eyes widen

“that’s jaemin,” taehee hurriedly whispers

“tHAT’S JAEMIN??”

then before they know it taehee’s already out of the door sweating buckets- wait why is she nervous

maybe bc ur starting to acknowledge ur feelings dumbass

“why are you so red?”

“im what?”

“are you sick?,” then jaemin tried to check if she was hot but taehee pulled away before he could touch her forehead

“im not i was just,,,doing stuff with mark”

jaemin’s face falls slightly when he hears this but then proceeds to ask, “oh? what stuff?”

“we fixed our room- enough about mark. let’s go!!”

unconsciously, taehee grabbed jaemin’s arm and whined like a baby which the latter found ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE.

he scrunches his nose at her before pinching her cheek, “alright (*´꒳`*) whatever my cutie noona says (*´꒳`*)”

then taehee felt her face get hotter when she heard ‘my’

jaemin interlaced their hands together and although he’s done it a thousand times before, it made taehee the most flustered person to ever exist at this moment

when they got outside, taehee let go of jaemin’s hand, causing him to pout

and he made sure she was gonna see his frickin pout.

“where’s the car? ( ^ω^ )”

“actually, we’re walking (⌒▽⌒)”

“we’RE WHAT”

“kidding!!! we’re taking the bus stop over there,,”

“oh okay, you looked serious-“

“i don’t want my baby to get tired (*^ω^*)”

never did taehee know that there would come a day where she wanted to punch jaemin in the face

it was strike #3 baby

now the actual cafe date!!!

taehee would get stuff like red velvet cupcake, chocolate cake, hot choco,,,stuff like that

and jaemin goes, “we went here to this nice café just for you to order that? we have those in our cafeteria”

“you’ll know the cafe is good if simple snacks like these are good”

“whatever you say”

jaemin would also take lots of pictures of her using his phone, then he sets his favorite one as his lockscreen

“aaaaa”

“no”

“aaaaaaa”

“jaemin, no”

“taehee-ssi, the cake isn’t going to eat itself”

“obviously,,,im gonna feed myself”

“but i want to be romantic so aaaaa”

she gives in anyways

when she gets home mark was like, “so you did enjoy your date”

“shut up it’s not a date”

“dUDE DO YOU EVEN SEE YOURSELF RIGHT NOW???”

so mark knows taehee has feelings for jaemin

best friend tingz

as for jaemin, i think that the first person to know

would be renjun

like days after their cafe date, renjun would see jaemin’s lockscreen and JOKINGLY say

“you like taehee noona, don’t you?”

“maybe i do”

…..

“you sound so serious you weirdo”

“its the truth”

renjun: chokes on his water

meanwhile jaemin’s just going through his camera for all the taehee pics

so when renjun looks at what’s causing jaemin’s fond smile

he’s like “yeah this kid is nuts”

there were times where jaemin would randomly buy stuff for taehee

like clips and hair ties

coffee

127 and dream were together in the practice room once again to prepare for the year end concert

taehee was on the floor talking with hyuck

and when hyuck’s about to kiss taehee on the cheek that’s when jaemin steps in

“here’s your coffee, darling (*^o^*)”

hyuck feels something cold against his lips and pulls away in confusion

jaemin pinches taehee’s cheek when she says thank you and walks away

“darling??? that’s new”

“i know. hes so,,,,weird these days i don’t know what’s gotten in to him,,”

pffft

“but he got me coffee so *shrugs*”

“that’s his coffee though how are you not dying”

“no it’s not it’s sweet, here”

“*sips coffee* hmm that is weird”

in reality, jaemin got that type of coffee so he could share with her

jaemin ain’t slick tho

when jaemin walks off mark wiggles his eyebrows like those uncles during christmas and jaemin’s like

“oh no he knows…”

“bUT!!! why does he know?”

“does perhaps,,,,taehee noona have feelings for me too?”

it kept jaemin up and attentive the whole practice schedule

thinking if he should confess or not

days later of jaemin making moves on taehee, taehee felt her feelings grow for jaemin more

and tHEN she starts to worry about the outcomes

“what if jaemin’s just really joking? but if he’s not then we’re kinda fucked? oh no what would the others say”

and she just looked really out of it that it caught mark’s attention

“what’s wrong? you look out of it today”

“mm”

“taehee?”

“mmm”

“is this about jaemin?”

“….no”

mark turns off his phone like the good friend he is and turns to taehee

“you have to stop overthinking”

“what if he doesn’t like me back?”

“will you believe me if i say he does?”

“probably not”

mark smiles amusingly, “you are so stubborn”

“what if the others find out?”

“you’re worrying about that as if you’re already in a relationship”

and taehee gives him like a sad glare that makes mark stop joking around

“if you’re talking about the members, of course they’ll be happy for you both without a doubt. the fans…there will always be a good and bad side of everything taehee. the only thing that matters is how you’re gonna handle it”

taehee goes silent for a moment, thinking

yes, mark IS right. she’s just scared of the consequences

she’ll act on her feelings, but not now

taehee presses her forehead to the side of mark’s face in a loving gesture before standing up and saying thank you

meanwhile jaemin and renjun are planning how jaemin should confess

“i think noona would like it straightforward”

“you mean plain,,,”

“well if you want to have bonus points then i think you should use a pickup line,,like an original one”

“well if it’s for her then i’ll do it then”

“whatever,” renjun thinks jaemin’s too cheesy for him, “but tone it down with your shamelessness,,,i think you’re scaring her”

later in the vlive,,,taehee was kinda out of it

she didn’t notice jaemin was talking

“nooooo i only like noona (*´꒳`*),” he said in aegyo

then mark’s like “really?,” while laughing his ass off in the corner

“really.”

then it’s like one of those movie stills where the male lead *lovingly* looks at the female lead

and taehee’s like ‘oh shit he looks serious’

but then the all but’s come in and shes back to being a chicken about her feelings

later into the night, the dreamies start to head home

as everyone bids their goodbyes, jaemin tries to kiss taehee’s cheek but she pulls away

“….you know you have to stop doing that right?”

“what?,” taehee baby,,you just hurt na jaemin’s feelings :((

“what will others think if they see us like this,,they’re going to think we’re in a relationship. what will your fans say?”

“but we’ve been like this since we were younger…you do this with the others too!!”

“but it’s different with you!”

“noona, can you please explain it properly because i don’t like…i don’t like talking with you as if we’re fighting”

“you’re so sweet and caring and- and…”

jaemin sighs, “and what?”

“jaemin, you don’t know what you’re doing. you’re so loving and i really appreciate it, but tone it down. please?”

jaemin looks down and taehee thinks their relationship is already fucked

sigh

“how can i do that if i like you noona?”

drAMA BOOOMB

“what did you say?”

“i like you more than i should. i want to be your boyfriend, noona, and i’m ready to face whatever outcomes we will go through. i want to hold your hand and tell you i love you before we go to bed,,i want to cook with you and hug you and do all the cringey stuff with you!! i was trying to give you hints the other day but your pretty little head couldn’t get it”

a tear slips from taehee’s eyes making jaemin laugh softly

and he knows, he’s got her already

“huh?,” jaemin wipes her tears away, “why are you crying, baby?”

the pet name makes taehee laugh as she punches him weakly and proceeds to bury her face into his shoulder

“you’re so cheesy, i hate you”

“no you don’t”

“i do”

“you love me,” jaemin wraps his arms around taehee and leans his head on hers

taehee sighs, “okay”

jaemin smiles at her as he pulls away, “so this means you’re my girlfriend now, right?”

“yea ٩( ‘ω’ )و”

AND THEYRE TOGETHER NOW

OH WAIT THIS MEANS THEIR ANNIVERSARY IS DURING NEW YEARS

THATS SO T^T

anyways,,,

i see cheeks kisses happening a LOT more often

off cam and on cam

nctzens: they’re just friends!!! ^-^

whenever taehee would pass by, jaemin would suddenly pull her into his lap and taehee would have to struggle for a bit

“JAEMIN!!”

“JUST FIVE MINUTES PLEASE”

holds hands a lot

there was this one vlive where jaemin was playing with taehee’s hands

mark was talking about something,,apparently hyuck saw them being all sweet and lovey dovey

he wanted to have taehee time too >:(((

so he RIPPED their hands apart and placed his arms around them and did ( ^ - ^ )

speaking of the members knowing,,,

obv renjun and mark would know first

shortly followed by chenji, hyuck, jeno, then the rest of the group respectively

they all would be super happy for them ofc <33

found it endearing their anniversary is on new years

the couple would DEFINITELY act cringey just to annoy jisung

jisung in one of his voice only vlives: “these days jaemin hyung and taehee noona are so weird, REALLY. one day we were in a room together and tHey TalK sO WeiRd!! i had to leave the room”

PLAYING GAMES TOGETHER IS A MUST.

you know that video of a girl holding her bf’s hand while he plays on the keyboard then she lets go of his hand but then the guy pulls the girls hand back and continues playing?

taehee would def do that for fun

but then get SUPER flustered when jaemin grabs her hand back

taehee would be immune to his aegyo

and even when jaemin knows that already he’ll still continue to use it ,,, BUT!!!

there are cheek kisses in the end which taehee will succumb to

jaemin @ taehee : <3 __ <3

RIDIN ERA

TAEHEE WOULD BE SO HYPED

ALSO OBSESSED WITH HIS BLUE HAIR

obsessed to the point that’s all what she’s staring at even if jaemin asks for kisses

“sorry you just look so handsome wow im- wow…..”

JAEMINS AEGYO ON WEEKLY IDOL

taehee would do a live reacting to the dreamies’ aegyo

when it was jaemin’s turn she’d be like ???????

“i can’t believe i d- know this boy…..really”

COFFEE DATES.

coffee dates would be very sweet

if taehee was curious enough she would grow to be immune to jaemin’s coffee

would visit the dreamies a lot more when she’s free even if jaemin tells her she should rest

“noona only came for jaemin hyung :(((“ - park jisung, who is also in need of his noona’s attention

“what?? i love all of the jaemins and non jaemins equally (*´꒳`*)”

“she’s using twitter slang again”

but there are times where jaemin’s really stern and like: don’t come to the dorms u. need. to. REST!!!

so they facetime each other instead!!!

the reason why jaemin would scold her a lot bc he notices taehee falling asleep when she visits them so 1) they don’t get to spend *time* with each other properly 2) she’s not getting the PROPER rest she deserves

therefore jaemin values the health of taehee very much

jaemin would L O V E taking taehee’s pics

would set her as his phone wallpaper AND desktop wallpaper

would def ask her for an album pc (esp. the punch one) and would keep it in his phone case

overall taehee and jaemin would be a vvvv cute couple

it’s like their kdrama-like relationship turned into a LITERAL kdrama,,,except the sad parts

taehee would be very supportive on her part as jaemin would be the literal caring, sweet, cute, lovable boyfriend she needs

he just wants to look out for her ;(

“you know i love you right?”

“yes i know (⌒▽⌒)”

“like really really R E A L L Y love you?”

“i know, jaemin. i hope you know i love you just as much (*´-`)”

“i know that, love. now sleep, you still have an early schedule tomorrow”

“okay,,i love you…goodnight, baby”

“good night, my love. i’ll see you in my dreams (*´ω｀*)”

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bluedraggy · 5 years

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Beatrice Santello Part 2 #10

Image by KyleStudios. I reformatted it a bit, but as a guy searching the internet for Bea pictures to go here, this little comic struck a chord with me. :) It's probably excessive as an intro pic, esp. when the chapter's kinda long too, but wth.

The next two weeks were the oddest Bea had ever experienced. At first it was fairly quiet. The newspapers ran a story on the recovery of the bodies of six missing people, some of which were children, from the old copper mine. No mention of foul play was made in that first report, but the circumstances were obvious to anyone paying attention. Next came the news cameras and crews. They descended on the police first, of course - primarily the police chief who had little to say beyond that it was an active, ongoing investigation. Most left soon after but a few were seen around town days after the initial news broke.

For the first time in living memory, Possum Springs became the focus of a national news story. Speculation on the major networks ran wild, generally centered around expectations that there was a serial killer on the loose. However, the police chief downplayed that aspect, saying their investigation indicated there was no longer any danger to the public. Meanwhile, both state and federal law enforcement vehicles were seen in town. But so far no one had asked Bea or any of her friends anything about it.

She almost started to hope that their involvement in the story wouldn’t be revealed. Meanwhile business was booming all around Possum Springs. During one evening at the Taco Buck, Bea and Mae had a good laugh over the complaints they overheard from the newcomers about the lack of cell phone service.

“Welcome to Possum Springs, gentlemen!” Mae said to them as they left, but Bea scowled at her.

“What? I’m just welcoming the newcomers,” Mae said, feigning indignation.

As they walked back down the street, they saw Mr. Penderson coming towards them.

“Mae Borowski. I could have guessed you’d have something to do with this!”

“Me? What do I…”

“Saw it on the news. Yup, your days here in Possum Springs are numbered now, missy! About time too.”

Mae looked at Bea and they went back to Mae’s house.

“Mae?” her father called from the front room.

“Yeah. I’m here. Bea’s with me. What’s up?”

“Did you know you were on the news, dear?” Mrs. Borowski asked, unusually sitting on the couch with her husband.

“No. What did they say?”

“Some investigative journalist says you and Bea and some other unnamed kids found the bodies. Why would they say that, Mae? You haven’t been back in that mine have you?”

Mae turned to Bea.

“You better go, Bea.”

“Yeah. Good luck…”

Bea closed the door behind her and went back to her apartment. Her dad was watching TV too. It seemed like everyone was constantly watching TV these days.

“Bea? You were on TV. I think they figured it out. Said you and Mae discovered the bodies.”

“Yeah. I thought somebody might squeal. Some investigative reporter probably just paid off a cop to talk.”

“Well, do you want to close the Pickaxe? If you don’t, it’s a sure bet there’ll be lots of people trying to talk to you.”

Bea considered it. If she closed, she could avoid a lot of hassle. But the real question was her reputation. If she closed the store it might appear she was hiding. She would be hiding.

“No. I’ll go in like regular. We did nothing wrong. Except trespassing I suppose.”

“Okay. If you think that’s best.”

Later, when her father had gone to sleep, Bea opened her laptop. Mae had messaged her, as well as Angus. Germ wasn’t on IM.

“You going to open tomorrow?” was Mae’s question.

“Yeah,” she responded. “I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“Good luck,” May sent back a little later.

Angus’ message was similar. She told him she’d keep him, Gregg and Germ’s names out of it for her part, but who knows where they’d gotten Bea and Mae’s names from anyway.

“It might not matter. Bea. But thanks. I don’t know if we want to be outed by the press, you know?”

“Why the fuck would they care?” she typed back.

“No idea. But they do.”

“Well, anyway they won’t hear your names from me.”

Mae’s icon began blinking.

“Can I come over?”

“Better not Mae. Now that our names are out there, people probably will be watching now.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Jeeze, there are probably people outside my house right now! Hold on…”

A few minutes passed, and Bea peeked out her own window. She didn’t see anyone or any news trucks in front of her building though.

“There’s a black van parked across the street, Bea.”

“Mae, that’s Mr. Salvi’s van, isn’t it? He always parks it there.”

Brief delay, then Mae sent back, “Oh. Yeah. It is.”

“Talk to you tomorrow Mae. You might want to stay in though. I told Gregg and Angus we wouldn’t mention them. Probably not a good idea to drop in on them till this blows over.”

“How long do you think that’ll be?”

Bea shrugged reflexively, realizing the gesture was lost to IM.

“No idea. But probably no more than a week or so. News stories die fast.”

“Hope so. Goodnight Bea.”

“Goodnight Mae.”

Bea closed her laptop and looked at the open window, then down at herself. She put on her loose shift that served as her nightgown, then lowered and closed the blinds. Just in case.

She was happy to see no strangers were waiting for her at the Ol’ Pickaxe. She opened the business as normal. Germ came by a little later but she sent him home, telling him the latest. They didn’t have any TVs at his house, so he didn’t know about her and Mae’s identification as having found the bodies.

“In fact, Germ, stay home this week, why don’t you?”

“Got that shipment coming in tomorrow. You sure?”

“Yeah. Just for a little while, till this blows over.”

“Okay. Good luck, Bea!”

Of course, it couldn’t last. The first reporter came in around mid morning. She knew he was a reporter by his clothes, but also the cameraman that tagged along with him was hard to miss.

“Are you Bea Santello?” he asked, stepping up to the counter. Some regular customers were in the store, but they quickly left - obviously not wanting to be on camera.

She scowled at him. “Is this the Ol’ Pickaxe? Where I work every fucking day of my life? Yeah? Then I must be Bea. Waddayawant?”

“Is it true you and a friend found the bodies in the mine?”

“Yeah. We did.”

“Why were you in an old abandoned mine?”

Bea saw another customer walk in, take one look at the cameraman, and walk back out.

“Goddammit, you’re hurting my business.”

“Sorry Ms. Santello. We won’t take long.”

“You’ll take as long as you can fucking get. I know how it works. And I’m not MIZZZ Santello. I am Miss Santello. You’re in Possum Springs now, bucko. Wind your social clock back twenty years and you’ll get it.”

The door opened again. Another reporter. And cameraman.

“Oh fuck. How many of you are there?!”

The first reporter turned around and shook hands with the new one, a frankly beautiful fox.

“There’s only us two camera crews in town, Ms Santello,” said the newcomer. “Though there might be more coming if something new breaks. But it’s our job. We don’t mean to be pests but… it’s pretty much a requirement.”

Bea frowned and stepped out from behind the counter, walking between the reporters to the front door.

“That’s Miss Santello. If I’m going to be on TV, might as well get it right. I’m not married, so I prefer Miss. Got it? It may not be PC, but it’s PS. Possum Springs.”

“Are you kicking us out?” asked the first reporter.

Bea paused at the door, but just flipped the sign over to Closed.

“Would it do any good?”

Even the cameramen chuckled at that.

“Probably not.”

“Look, I don’t have much to tell, but if you’ll do me a favor, I’ll give you all the time you want. You say there’s only two of you reporters in town, right?”

“Right. For now.”

“Okay, if you promise not to bug Mae, I’ll sit down with you and you can film-away.”

“That’s Mae Borowski, right?”

“Yes. She’s my friend and I’d rather her not be hassled by you guys.”

The reporters looked at each other and agreed, so Bea locked up the door and took them back to the warehouse. There she explained that her and Mae had often explored the mine - just a way to kill time in a quiet town. Then about a year ago the cave-in happened and some people were killed so they boarded up the mine and put new fencing around it. So Bea and Mae couldn’t get in.

Then a few days ago she happened to go by the old mine and saw a tree limb had fallen down over the fence. So her and Mae went down to check out the cave-in. While down there they went down a deep pit that had been covered over by a fallen slab, and there they found more bodies. Including that of a friend of theirs.

That led to new questions about Casey, and Bea felt on firmer ground on that subject, so she told them about how he’d gone missing not long before the cave-in.

Finally, they seemed to be satisfied and she was able to shoo them out of the store and reopen. Eventually customers returned, and some asked her about the reporters.

“Yeah, you might as well know. Me and Mae went down in the mine and found them. Just exploring really,” was her typical response.

Finally the first day came to a close and she went home directly. While cooking dinner with her dad, she heard her own voice from the TV. Both her and her dad dropped what they were doing and rushed back to the couch.

She was on TV. Not just a picture, but her interview. Bea wasn’t sure what to make of that. They even included the “Miss” part. She wasn’t sure if she came off as a bitch or not, but the editing appeared to be sympathetic at least. Amazingly it was over at no more than a minute considering the amount of time they’d spent with her. They didn’t even mention Mae by name though, and that made her happy.

“Well, MISS Santello,” her dad said after the segment was over, “maybe now you’ll know better than to explore in dangerous places like that! Bea, what if something had happened? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Sorry dad,” she said with sincerity. “I won’t do it again. I hope.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I know my daughter at all. I never thought of you as the thrill-seeking type.”

“I’m not. Normally. It was… an unusual circumstance.”

“Well I hope so. I guess you’re a celebrity now.”

“I guess so. For Possum Springs. Maybe they’ll erect a statue.”

“Don’t put it past em. They’re doing a hatchet job on the police chief. Incompetent bungler, not having found them after the cave-in.”

“I don’t think they’re incompetent, dad. Well, I’m off to bed.” “Give me a kiss first, Bea.”

She did so, then climbed into bed with her laptop. Even Gregg sent her a congratulatory message on her interview. Mae acted mad that she hadn’t been mentioned by name, but it was a ruse. In the end she thanked Bea for keeping her out of it.

The next day, though, the real strangeness started. No reporters came, but she met people from Possum Springs she’d never talked to in person before. Even the mayor dropped by. It seemed a little facetime on national TV had indeed made her a minor celebrity and for a few days she had to turn down multiple invitations to dinner. She even received some odd fan-mail and more than one marriage proposal a few days later!

But then one day Casey’s parents came into the store. They thanked her profusely for finding their son, but she wasn’t at all sure how to respond.

“I really liked Casey,” she told them. “He had his problems. You know that. But he was a genuinely good guy. I miss him.”

“We do too, Bea,” said Mr. Hartley. “We’re holding his funeral at the cemetery tomorrow at noon. We’d really like you to come, if you can.”

“I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it. I have some friends… we all knew Casey. Is it okay to invite them?”

“We would appreciate it, Bea. This has been hard for us. Very hard. But at least we know now. I want you to know how much it means to us. Thank you Bea.”

Bea’s eyes started to water again. Casey’s father looked so much like him, it hurt. She showed them out and watched them walk up the street.

“That’s what Casey would have looked like, when he got old,” she thought. “He’ll never grow old now.”

But she didn’t dwell on the sadness. She had helped his family, in a way. They wouldn’t go on hoping and praying for a phone call that would never come. They would have a place in the cemetery to talk to him and remember him, like her mom. It was a sad place, but not an evil place. She would tell the gang about the funeral tonight. Maybe after the funeral, they’d all get together for another band practice tomorrow, in his honor.

#beatrice santello #bea santello #mae borowski #nitw #fanfiction #unofficial sequel #night in the woods

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roomies?

hey again im a dummy sorry

I literally could NOT think of a title im sorry here's a good ole roommate au though

request: HHhHhHhh u write so well I'm crying :(( jshsd can I get a roommate!au with jae from day6 ? with a possible fluff at the end ? eye emoji ? sjdshd tysm !! -anon

word count: 5137 she's a doozy

a/n: I must have gotten this request like... a year and a half ago at least anon if you’re seeing this I apologize but I've finally done it!!! hope u all enjoy the workings of my crackhead brain

right-o lets get to it

okay so when you moved out of your dorms after graduation you weren’t expecting it to be this God Damn Expensive

on top of buying groceries and affording your tiny ass one bedroom a girlie was struggling

so !! you decided to look into finding a roommate

obviously not to move in with you…. there’s only one bedroom okay

but like searching for an open spot with someone

you found a few that seemed nice but were all wayyyyyyy too far from your job like you would be losing money paying so much in transportation

finally you stumbled across the most cursed roommate flyer ever

but it was in a super convenient location !! so you read it anyways

it was written in GREEN and PURPLE comic sans and there were multiple pictures of chickens and cheesy memes randomly placed around the text in the middle

which by the way was a list of 7 bullet points that said this:

1:my name is jae

2:i am broke

3:i have an extra room waiting for /YOU/

4:i am in a band and will write a song about you if that’s what it takes

5:i am unreasonably good at untangling headphones and i will untangle things for you

6:i have a pet cat and if you don’t like that walk away from this flyer immediately

7:please

and then at the bottom was an octopus who’s 8 legs had his contact information on it and they were cut so you could just pull off a slip

if you were an ordinary person you would not have taken one

lucky us !!!! you’re just crazy

and you take one of the god damn octopus legs

you are understandably the only person who has taken one so far

you giggle to yourself at your own SHEER STUPIDITY and then send a text to the number

you: hi !! i saw ur ad abt looking for a roommate and i’m interested! my name is y/n and i’m still in college so u don’t have to worry about me being like . crazy im just stressed

chicken guy??: oh my god really it’s been a month since i put up that poster!! also mood

you: you put up …. only one poster …… and it was that ……

chicken guy??: it worked for u didn’t it

you: . touché

chicken guy??: anyways you can come by later today and check it out if you’d like? i swear i’m not crazy either but feel free to bring a friend if you’re worried for safety reasons or whatever

you: nah i prefer to live life on The Edge plus none of my friends would be helpful in a life threatening situation

chicken guy??: i don’t know u but i’m already worried for u pls get here soon

hehehe u liked this guy

he was funny if anything

and you tended to find all the weirdos of society and befriend them so it was safe to assume he was no different than your usual crowd

true to your word you go to the address he sent you alone later that afternoon and cheerily knock on the door

while you wait for him to answer you survey the outside

it’s honestly ….. kind of a cluttered mess but in a cute way

like some sort of kleptomaniac crow somehow got an apartment and displayed all of the strange things it found

except it’s all music related

there is a jar that is filled to the BRIM with guitar picks.

who needs that many guitar picks

“me, i do”

you squeak and turn around and go

“??????”

and the tall thin man in the door just nods

“i knew what you were thinking”

“...that’s fair”

and then he seems to remember what exactly is going on and extends one long fingered hand for a shake

“hi! you must be y/n :)) i’m jae”

you take his hand …. that shits warm

how long have you been outside that your hand is so cold when you touch him you SHIVER

he’s like oh my god come in please you’re shivering jesus christ

and you just smile and tell him it’s nice to meet him !!! what a positive polly

you come in and are pleasantly surprised that the inside has just as much personality as the poster !!

and thankfully less green and purple and ….. comic sans

you are immediately greeted by the largest tabby cat you’ve ever seen

“ah that’s my big boy mister crackers”

“his name … is mister crackers”

“....yes”

“love it. tell me more”

he smiles so BIG and WIDE when you say that you think you’re looking at the sun

as he explains more things about the apartment and points at things here and there you half listen and half just. watch him

you didn’t know what to expect from that as but it’s fair to say you lucked out as far as possible roommates go

he was tall and had shiny dark hair and glasses that made his cute little eyes even littler

and he was in a BAND that is so cool

plus he’s like …. pretty or smth

smh FOCUS

you’re gnna have to share a bathroom with him which is … scary but you looked in there and it looks clean at least

also there’s some candles in there

……. he definitely takes candlelit baths like a widow just returning from her rich husbands funeral after he left her everything in the will

king

he seems nice and funny and you appear to have a similar sense of humor …. you’re in

you’re about to tell him you’ll think about it so that you don’t come off as too excited

but then change your mind and jump up and down and tell him you’re IN and you’ll help cover the rent and cook sometimes and bake him cookies and

he stops you after cookies with a hand over your mouth

“you are perfect. please move in immediately”

you smile under his hand and hope he can’t feel your cheeks getting absolutely BLAZING hot

(he 100% can)

((and he thinks it’s really CUTE))

you grab the hand that’s over your mouth and give it a shake and tell him in a southern accent that it’s a deal pardner and he SNORTS

it was cute

you move in as quickly as possible and his band mates come over to help you move everything !!

you’re high key embarrassed to let all these literally gorgeous men into your tiny little apartment and touch all your stuff

but after talking to each of them for like 5 seconds you quickly see they’re all a bunch of nerds and you would trust them with your life

wonpil loses his MIND when he sees your little plushy collection on your bed he thinks you’re the cutest person on the whole planet

he tells jae that’s he’s the luckiest man on earth when he thinks you’re not listening

you ARE though and you stop what you’re doing to give him a big ol hug and tell him he’s an angel

sungjin disapproves of how you’ve been living and asks if you’ve been eating enough and then turns on jae with a finger like U BETTER FEED HER

brian is so intimidatingly beautiful you can’t look him in the eye until you’re all eating ramen and you watch him choke to near death and then immediately go make himself another cup

relatable

dowoon looked lost and you immediately took him under your wing and you’ve been babying him ever since

you made jae take the box full of your plates and mugs and such bc it was too heavy for your Little Angel

“please y/n i am literally the strongest of all of us let me carry things. jae is going to keel over and die”

“nonsense !!! you’re a growing boy you need rest”

“please i literally punched a HOLE in a WALL on ACCIDENT and jae has a grass allergy i promise i will be fine”

regardless of the absolute struggle it was to coordinate everyone and get all your stuff to jae’s you are FINALLY moved in

your room is obviously not the master but you weren’t gonna be like Sorry Jae I Need The Master Bedroom Move Out Xoxo

it’s cute and you brought your own furniture and some posters and decor that you had all over your old apartment

basically you just condensed it all into one room

and the boys gave you a housewarming present and it was just a picture of them performing with you badly photoshopped next to jae playing the triangle

it wasn’t even framed they just taped it to the wall

typical

after all the moving in the boys leave you and jae to settle in but the moving was TIRING so

you’re already asleep on the couch

……….typical

jae just shakes his head and covers you with one of his large sweatshirts because for some reason he only owns one blanket and it’s on his bed and he doesn’t know where yours are

he’s literally HELPLESS

you wake up with a dry mouth at 3 in the morning and smile at jaes sweater barely covering your curled up body

you hold it up and it says “i like ugly” in tiny font .

this boy is perfect

you put it on and climb in your actual bed and decide to make him breakfast tomorrow for being such an angel

you set an ALARM that’s commitment if i’ve ever seen it

you make him pancakes and and coffee and when he comes out wearing a sweatshirt similar to the one you’re wearing and the rattiest sweatpants you’ve ever seen he doesn’t even notice anything at first

nd then he rubs his eyes and just stares

“y/n i’m gonna cry i haven’t had breakfast since 2008”

you laugh and launch yourself at him because he’s That cute

“you’re so cute thank you for letting me be your roommate !!!!”

he ruffles your hair and then sets his chin on top of your head

“thanks for breakfast, sunshine. even if this is also as early as i’ve been awake since 2008”

you pinch his side at that and then go to serve him a heaping pile of pancakes bc he’s skinny and he needs it

“alright noodle eat up!!”

“did you just call me noodle?”

“yes, look at yourself”

“.. that’s fair”

you guys chat over breakfast and thank GOD it’s a sunday and neither of you have shit to do

other than laundry

you force yourself not to mom him when he just puts it all in one machine and sets it on cold and leaves .

it hurts tho

instead of being productive while you wait you have multiple staring contests

jae keeps accusing you of saying he blinked when he didn’t

“i didn’t blink my eyes just look like that !!!! they are small and asian are you racist or something??”

“shut UP i won >:((((“

after the laundry is done you go your separate ways and jae heads out to band practice and it’s your very first time …

alone in your own apartment

naturally you take off your pants and dance around for at least 10 minutes

you didn’t even realize that since your roommate is a dude you can’t just ….. not wear pants

a travesty !!!

honestly let him try to stop you from going braless though. let him try.

you laze around and try to get caught up on your favorite shows and organize your room and then it gets late and you decide you’re going to make a MEAL for dinner

like a WHOLE . MEAL.

we’re going all out

you tie your hair up and put on your cooking sweater which is just a disgusting old sweatshirt covered with stains that hangs almost to the middle of your thighs

everyone needs one

next step is MUSIC because if you cook without it you just feel sad

we’re pulling out the oldies mix that’s right

i’m talking ELO, reo speedwagon, the doobie brothers we’re getting DOWN !!!!!

perhaps we’ll sprinkle some queen in there in honor of the movie that just came out

regardless you’re head banging while you chop vegetables

extremely unsafe but entirely necessary

jae comes home in the middle of your dramatic rendition of bohemian rhapsody where you attempt to sing every single part including the operatic harmonies

you are literally on your knees singing dramatically when the door opens and he comes out of the foyer to see YOU on the FLOOR wearing NO PANTS and singing QUEEN

you may just be ……. the most perfect woman he’s ever met in his life

he joins you because what the fuck else is he supposed to do

he comes in on the high GALILEO and then air guitars THE FUCK out of the next part while you literally thrash

i’m telling you it was one of the most taxing things you’ve ever done

you finish out the song and then fist bump for respect

“something smells good but also something smells burning”

and you scream because OH NO THE GARLIC BREAD

((it’s not even that burnt jae is just weird about smells …… grass allergy headass))

after the fake crisis is averted you finish up and the both of you FEAST while watching cheesy christmas movies and booing at love

you’re both . that bitter huh

also want to note that at some point you discreetly put sleep shorts on so you could pretend you hadn’t been pantless and possibly flashing your day of the week underwear to your roommate of like 36 hours

and when you’re literally seconds away from sleep jae boops you on the nose

like . kinda hard

“hey go to sleep this couch is not comfortable i promise”

“shut up you’re BONEY everything is uncomfortable for you”

“okay now you’re just being mean get your ass in bed”

“sorryyy :((((“

“yea yea go away weirdo”

you tell him goodnight and hug him extra tight in apology and he pats your head so like. all is forgiven hehe

that night when you flop in bed and wrap yourself around one of your pillows you’re pretty damn pleased with your roommate choice

time skip you and jae have almost 0 boundaries other than the necessary ones that keep you Platonic Friends and not Married Couple

which is basically just any affection beyond hugs nd the occasional snuggle

you heard me

the boys are in your apartment . all the time

literally all the time

and wonpil drunk cries to your stuffed animals about never finding love

PLEASE someone save him please

nights like those you and jae go full parent mode because everyone’s drunk so sungjin can’t do it himself

he’s too busy literally breakdancing in your living room

he moved the coffee table out of the way and everything

after everyone is put in beds (dowoon gets to deal with wonpil‘s cry snuggling … sorry)

you and jae always collapse on the couch actually exhausted because you both have weak cardiovascular health and you just carried four full grown men

you end up leaned up against each other for support and then sagging until one of you falls over onto their back and the other just follows

it varies which one of you ends up the big spoon and it’s so CUTE when you do

you think jae pushes you over a little because he likes it too but he would rather die than admit he likes being snuggled so

you’ll fall over onto your back and jae will pretend to be surprised but then wriggle up your body until he’s half on top of you and half on the side with his head resting just under your chin

his hair is FLUFFY and it TICKLES you so you have to move it so you can sleep !

that’s what you tell yourself when you comb his hair down with your fingers

you pretend not to hear him sigh and feel it against the skin of your neck

you also pretend he hasn’t wrapped both arms around your rib cage like a vice and is not letting go anytime soon

cutie :(

he tucks his forehead into your neck and you physically feel his whole body relax and wow . so this is what peace is like

of course it lasts for 5 whole seconds before wonpil let’s out an actual wail and dowoon is urgently whispering shut the fuck up PLEASE SHUT UP

jae snorts against your neck and gives a minute shake of his head, splaying his hand across your ribs and tugging you farther into his hold

first of all. that ticKLES and it takes every shred of self control not to squirm

second: at this point he’s practically trying to fuse your bodies together really you cannot physically get closer than you are

you’re absolutely enjoying it though so you wrap your arms around him and settle in with one leg flopped over his and a blanket you pulled off the floor haphazardly thrown over the two of you

he’s such a SNUGGLE BUG you can barely believe it

he just loves to pretend he’s some angsty lonely dude who plays guitar and SKATEBOARDS like the giant cliche he is

when actually he is a Big Baby

he texts you to calculate the tip for him whenever he’s out to eat with the boys because he “swore off math in 2014”

he asks you if his outfits are okay nd he always looks like an old man but you still tell him it’s good

you think so at least <33

you can read each other so well it’s scary

you’ll walk in the living room and jae will be like NOPE i’m leaving

and you’re like what :(((((((

and he’s like i just KNOW you’re about to yell about random shit we both personally have no control over and it gives me ~anxiety~

“okay well i was just gonna say that global warming is a real proble-“

“LA LA LA I CANT HEAR YOU”

(he thinks global warming is real he just. doesn’t want to talk abt it bc he knows you will Never Shut Up once you start)

you hand him coffee on his way out in the mornings when you know he has a long day ahead and he pats you on the head in thanks every time

jae cooks for you too !!! we love equality

he sticks to pretty simple stuff but he was living alone for a while so he had to know at least a little so he could like. survive

and believe it or not the both of you are not always sunshine and daffodils

when you’re upset he always knows and makes sure to be there if you need anything but basically just leave you alone

he has a tendency to misread the situation and think it’s still cool for him to joke around but you are Actually Angry

and it’s gotten him into lots of trouble so instead he is supportive from afar and does his best to be not offensive

when he’s upset he’s usually super mopey and writes sad song lyrics all day

you forcefully drag him out of his room to make sure he eats and do your best to cheer him up by whatever means necessary

you’ve embarrassed yourself just to hear that laugh of his

the one where he opens his mouth really wide and gasps a little and his eyes squeeze shut

……… fuckin cute

anyways you guys are just dating already but don’t even realize

until one of your coworkers asks you to come out after work and you say no

and it’d be Friendly and Normal if you did it because you promised jae you would cook that night

or you had made plans with him or something

but you were just uncomfortable doing any of that kind of stuff with some Not Jae guy

and after that your eyes are ~wide open~ sister

you find yourself giggling a little too long when he jokes around with you

you can’t help it okay his presence is like a RUSH of serotonin

and imagining yourself doing couple things with jae

turning your usual dinner outings into dates in your head where he holds your hand as he drives and sits next to you in the booth so he can sling a long arm around your shoulders

you let yourself become the slightest bit more affectionate

tucking yourself under his chin every night before you split to your separate rooms

tugging on his hand to get his attention and then playing with his long fingers

you know he notices because god damn how could he not notice ??

he has literally bad vision but he can read the signs

This Ain’t His First Rodeo

he is hesitant to become involved with someone he depends on so much

the age old dilemma of wanting someone but then being afraid to lose them because of it

he wouldn’t admit it but you were quite literally the light of his life

he had been so lonely in his apartment before, living off of instant ramen simply because he didn’t want to cook anything and holing up in his room writing about loneliness and being lost

then you showed up with your bright eyes and took every weird quirk of his in stride and nagged him about eating better and washing his clothes “properly”

(he thinks when you say “properly” you just mean your own way but that’s besides the point)

he even liked when you would take his glasses and wear them and do terrible impressions of him because you looked so CUTE in them

he thinks you’d look cute in all of his belongings but again

are the both of you ready to cross that line?

of course u are lol what else am i supposed to write about

fourth wall break: over

okay so wonpil keeps coming over when he knows jae is gone to try to convince you that the two of you are in love and should get married and have little mini jaes and whatnot

you inform him that he’s CRAZY and that jae thinks of you as a roommate and friend and that’s IT

and as much as you want to think you’re denying wonpil because you’re embarrassed you’re starting to actually believe it

he’s never shown any sort of real interest in you that is out of the realm of Friendly Roommates

and yeah sometimes you guys snuggle but wonpil is literally wrapped around your right arm at this very second so . not valid

wonpil is basically BEGGING at this point for you to see what he sees

which is jae actually being sickeningly in love with you

even if you did believe him at all …. that’s an exaggeration and you both know it

“y/n he’s writing a SONG. about YOU. that boy love loves you. big time”

“people write songs for their friends all the time”

“not jae !! he’s never written a song that hasn’t been about love or loss, you choose which one you’ll be”

“oh shit that was deep”

“i know right? can you believe i came up with that on the spot? wig.”

and then you smack him for being a fckin twitter stan and continue with your argument

jae walks in just as it starts to get physical

wonpil is latched onto your leg as you squirm and wiggle around trying to throw the LEECH off your leg

jae detaches him with a well placed finger between his ribs that makes him squeal Very Loudly and let go

unfortunately you had been leaning all your weight to one side to counteract wonpil and when he let go you went careening sideways

jae just barely grabbed your wrist and yanked you back up

and then you stumbled into him and he stumbles and you both almost fall before getting your shit together

you’re standing pressed together with his feet spread apart so that you’re a little bit closer to his height as you latch onto his shoulders for balance

one of his arms slides around your middle to hold you against him while he used the other to make sure his guitar case doesn’t just fall off his shoulder

wonpil is on the ground holding his rib cage and fake crying when jae goes

“enough wonpil i could hear you yelling like a block away what is going on here???”

you peep out a nothing !!! at the same time wonpil yells

“i’m trying to convince y/n of TRUE LOVE that’s what”

“oh …. y/n is in love?”

“y/n is in DENIAL”

you plead with him to stop please wonpil

and he is relentlessly ranting about how you refuse to “see the light” and how happy you could be

jae sees that this is actually upsetting you from your flushed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows and the way you clutch the hem of his sweatshirt

“alright that’s enough. wonpil go home you lovesick fool”

wonpil trudges out and gives you a sneaky kiss on the cheek

jae has to hold you back when you lunge after him

after you’ve calmed down he slowly slides his arm from being wrapped around your middle to just barely brushing your back

you didn’t mean to get so worked up but like . wonpil is good at that okay

and he was basically going to out you to jae ????:??:!:?:$,&3!:8;

that’s a stressful event

you feel your breathing even out and you sigh in frustration

“i’m sorry y/n, he does that sometimes :/“

“it’s fine it was just . a lot”

“yeah”

you stand in silence for a good minute when jae drops his hand from your back and ducks his chin

“was he…. telling the truth?”

and you want to die because wonpil wasn’t even there and you’re still getting outed !!!!

“which part?”

“the part where you’re in love with someone”

“i wouldn’t say ….. love”

“oh”

and this is just painful so you take a deep breath and just

“okay listen i really really get it if you don’t return the feelings and it’s fine i just … please don’t kick me out i really love living here and all your band members coming over and i even love wonpil !!!! even though he’s a little crazy !!! and i love your fat cat mr.crackers and dancing around to old green day and watching shitty romance movies just to make fun of them and i just don’t want this to end!! we can forget it ever happened and i swear i’ll just. get over it or something and i-“

“okay don’t get too hasty about forgetting it i haven’t even said anything yet”

you stare at him wide eyed

“i’m sorry . what.”

“i can’t believe it took wonpil bodily attacking you for you to say that”

and then he drops his guitar with a thud and steps into your space to slide a warm hand around the nape of your neck

he pulls you closer and stops when your noses brush

“is this okay?” he whispers

“why are you whispering?” you whisper back

“shut up” he breathes right back

he smiles and then tugs you forward and tilts his head down to plant his lips on yours

he’s soft and tentative and pulls away after just a few seconds to press kisses to your cheeks and the tip of your nose

“if it’s worth anything i like you too,”

“are you kidding me that’s worth EVERYTHING ???”

and then you pounce on him and bury your face into the dip of his shoulder because you can’t reach his neck

damn skyscraper

he stumbles at first but then smiles down at your flushed face absolutely squished against his bony chest

he thinks it’s cute though and cranes his neck down to lay his cheek across the top of your head and loop his arms around you

dating jae is even better than you thought it would be !!!

wonpil wasn’t lying when he said jae was writing a song for you and when he plays it for you and sings so sweetly you cry your fckin eyes out

and he’s laughing and pulling you in to situate you on his lap with his guitar long forgotten leaning against the couch and asking you when you became such a softie

you look up at him with tears in your eyelashes and love in your eyes and he positively melts

he kisses your forehead and ruffles your hair and calls you kid like he didn’t just profess his undying love for you through song like the cliche he is

the two of you spend the whole night wrapped up in each other, expressing all the affection you’d missed out on in the last few weeks

you hadn’t realized how…. touchy jae is until now

he can barely function without his good morning kiss

“y/n i am a weak, weak man pls give me a kiss or else i won’t make it through the day,”

..you also hadn’t realized he was this dramatic lmao

the boys supremely unsurprised when they burst into your apartment to find you straddling jae with your fingers in his hair

i’m telling you they don’t even PAUSE in their steps they just look at you and acknowledge it

and then brian just …. takes a seat next to you guys and is like

“are y’all done i wanna watch this redbox movie and return it tonight before i gotta pay for another day”

you’re both cherry red in the face and untangle yourselves in astonishment at his casual tone

dowoon is rummaging around in your fridge and calls out from the kitchen that the two of you were the most obvious people on the planet and that the rest of the band was in the same boat as wonpil they just weren’t absolute psychos

wonpil: this is true but i resent that

all of you settle back into a comfortable dynamic

you’re super happy that your relationship with jae didn’t make anything weird

it probably helped that the very first night that jae mentioned in passing that you were cute and the band had never let it go since

it also probably helped when wonpil pointed out your actual literal heart eyes the first time you saw jae

……………. they were just waiting for it to happen tbh

anyways

nowadays you spend your mornings parting ways with a kiss and your evenings snuggled up together on the couch exchanging eskimo kisses and sweet nothings and you couldn’t be happier

#day6 #jae #day6 scenarios #jae scenarios #day6 fluff #okay anyways we're trying again can't believe I never realized u have to put fandom tags first so it will pop up #I am a stupid idiot gonna go sit in the corner nd wear my dum dum hat #heheheheheh #anyways enjoy ilu

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all-hail-the-witcher · 6 years

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“I don’t know, does he normally just lay on the ground like that?” sprace?

ah yes, in the actual book this line came from it was used as comic relief but no one was actually hurt, can’t say the same for this

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ship: sprace also some blush

genre: hurt comfort angst/ worrying

word count: 1461

warnings: physical injury, worrying

editing: not at all

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Phone calls from Mush always made Spots heart race. Mush was a doctor and his boyfriend Blink was a surgeon at a local hospital. Since they knew that their friend group was prone to strange accidents they had long since offered free medical services to their friends at their apartment using their stash of medical supplies that they had swiped - probably illegally - from the hospital. In exchange, they had a different couple from the friend group do their grocery shopping every month.

Spot had gotten a few calls from Mush and Blink over the years about Race. Although the calls usually pertained to a stunt Race and Jack had pulled that resulted in one of them getting minorly banged up. The only problem was Jack and Davey were out on a date that night and Race had gone out to skateboard a few hours ago.

“Hello?” Spot said hesitantly after he had picked up the phone.

“Hey there Spot,” Mush answered the phone using his calm and collected doctor voice. “I’ve got Race here in my apartment.”

Spot sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, trying not to panic.

“Don’t worry,” Mush said quickly, he must have heard Spots sharp intake of breath. “He’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Okay,” Spot said, running into their room and grabbing Race one of his hoodies and some sweatpants. “Can I come over?”

Mush, of course, understood what he was really asking. “Yeah, you can come see him. But you can’t bring him home just yet.”

Spot stopped pulling on his shoes and stood up with a start, a pit growing in his stomach. “Why?”

“I want to keep him here overnight, cause, well….” Mush trailed off.

“Mush, tell me, please, is my boyfriend okay?” Spot begged, his hand tightening around his phone.

“He’s fine, Spot, I swear. You know I wouldn’t lie about that,” Mush reassured him, although it did little to calm Spots nerves. “He’s just still unconscious and I need to keep him here for observation.”

Spot allowed himself exactly one second to freak out before jamming on his shoes and running out the door. “Well, do you know what happened?”

“We think it was a hit and run,” Mush said calmly. “He showed up here about an hour ago, barely conscious, nearly gave Blink a heart attack, we’re not quite sure how he even managed to get to our place but-”

“Mush, I… I can’t- could you please just stop talking?” Spot said, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t hear it right now.” He didn’t want to think about Race getting hit by someone and hauling himself up to Blink and Mush’s apartment all by himself, hurt and alone. This wasn’t some dumb stunt he and Jack had pulled, like that time Jack had dared him to jump in the lake in Central Park in the middle of January and he almost got hypothermia, no, this time Race was actually seriously hurt and Spot wasn’t there for him.

“Sean Conlon, you better listen to me right now,” Mush commanded him as he stepped out of his apartment building and flagged down a taxi. “Race is one of the craziest people I know. If he can survive all that junk Jack dares him to do, then I promise you, he’s going to be fine. But you’re not going to help him if you come in here freaking out, alright?”

“Alright,” Spot said, pausing to rattle off Blink and Mush’s address to the cabbie.

“Okay, good,” Mush said. There was some noise in the background. “Spot, I have to go, Blink needs me. We'll see you soon, yes?”

“Yes,” Spot affirmed. “I’m in the cab right now.”

“Good, alright I’ll see you in a few,” Mush said hanging up.

Spot stared down at the sweatshirt and sweatpants he was holding, trying to heed Mush’s advice and calm himself down before he saw Race. Mush was right, Race had done all kinds of stupid stuff, especially with Jack. He would be fine, he had to be fine. But a small part of him was still doubtful.

•••

5 minutes later, Spot was standing outside of Blink and Mush’s apartment. Blink answered the door, letting him in.

“Where’s Race?” Spot asked immediately.

“Oh hi, Spot, nice to see you too, I’m good, thanks for asking,” Blink said, rolling his eye as Spot stepped inside.

Spot kicked off his shoes, glaring at Blink.

Blink threw up his hands in exasperation. “Oh fine, he’s in the guest bedroom.”

“Is he okay?” Spot asked quickly.

“I don’t know, does he normally just lay on the ground like that?” Blink asked and Spot’s eyes widened. What was he talking about? Mush had said that Race was fine…

“Louis!” Mush yelled, coming down the hall. “Stop harassing Spot.” He shot his boyfriend an exasperated look which Blink returned with complete accuracy before leading Spot down the hallway.

“You’ll have to forgive him,” he apologized. “He had an 8 hour surgery today and only slept for about an hour before Race showed up on our doorstep.” He paused outside the guest bedroom. “Do you want the injury run down now or later?”

“Now, I guess.” Spot was really itching to see Race and make sure he was okay, but he wanted to know what he was walking into first.

Mush gave him a reassuring smile. “5 broken ribs, cut on the left thigh, cut on left temple, both of which required stitches so be careful, bruised left shoulder, and we’re monitoring him for signs of a concussion.”

Spot must have looked alarmed because Mush pulled him into a hug. “He’s gonna be fine, Spot, I told you. He’s Race, he’ll be fine.”

“I know, I know,” Spot sighed. “I just wish he didn’t get into these situations.”

Mush rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but this wasn’t him and Jack jumping out of a tree into a kiddie pool, it was a hit and run, could’ve happened to anyone.”

“I just wish it wasn’t him,” Spot mumbled.

“I know, Spot,” Mush sighed. “But it could have been so much worse.”

Spot gave a half hearted nod, he had spent the entire ride over here thinking about how bad it could have been.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything. Call me when he wakes up, alright?” Mush offered him a smile and walked down the hall.

“Will do,” Spot called after him. He hesitated a second, took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Race was laying perfectly still under the covers, his skin ghostly pale. Mush had put an IV drip in his arm - why he even had one at his apartment Spot didn’t want to know - and propped him up against several pillows. A good half of his face was obscured in white bandages.

“Oh Tony,” Spot sighed crossing the room and sinking down on the edge of the bed. “What happened to you, babe?”

Race, obviously, did not respond.

Spot lifted the covers gingerly to see what sort of damage they were hiding. Race appeared to be only in his boxers, Mush had probably discarded his clothes elsewhere while they were fixing him up. His chest was tightly wrapped in several layers of thick bandages, as was his shoulder and left upper leg, and there were several flowering bruises that Spot could see peeking out from his bandages.

After lowering the covers gently, Spot picked up Races right hand and held it tightly in his. “You scared me, Race,” he whispered. “When mush called me, I got so scared, I thought you were gone. You can’t scare me like that.” He kissed Races hand lightly.

Almost immediately Races eyes began to flutter. “Spo’?”

“Yes, Tony, I’m here.” Spot had never known relief until Race opened his eyes gave him a small smile.

“Why does everything hurt so much?” Race grumbled, grimacing as he tried to left his left arm. “What happened? Where am I?”

“You’re at Blink and Mush’s apartment,” Spot explained gently. “They think you were involved in a hit and run accident, apparently you showed up at their doorstep,” Spot paused, letting go of Races hand and moving to get up. “Actually, Mush asked me to go get him when you woke up.”

“Wait, Spot,” Race called, trying to push himself up and letting out a yelp of pain.

Spot quickly turned around, eyes wide with alarm. Gently, he lowered Race back onto his mound of pillows. “Careful there,” he whispered. “You're pretty beat up.”

“Can you just lay with me for a second before you get Mush?” Race pleaded. “I’m kind of tired, and I want to sleep.”

“Of course racer,” spot smiled, climbing next to him in the bed. “Anything for you.”

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let’s have a moment of silence for blush and all the junk they’ve delt with over the years

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vitaminhosh · 6 years

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prince!seungcheol

anon requested: “prince cheol i will lvoe u forever”

pairing: seungcheol x reader

under the cut bc it’s ridiculously long

oH boy i am so ready for this au

one of the most charming and endearing princes out there??

there isn’t anyone one within a 100-mile radius that dislikes seungcheol like..... have you met him

and anyone who does kind of feel some sort of dislike towards him

they see him smile and oops

how did I not like him before?? he’s an angel??

he is genuinely hard working and kind hearted though, he works very hard to make the lives of his people better

when he was younger and wasn’t allowed to go out he would have to learn about the kingdom’s history and,, all the war and bloodshed absolutely broke his heart

he swore that when he was older he would never allow something like this to happen again

when he was finally allowed to go out and saw some of the people struggling to just make do, he was determined to make a change

nowadays he makes it his mission to go out and meet everybody and see how they’re doing as often as his busy schedule allows

he’ll have lunch in the town and chat with the people, anyone who saw from the outside wouldn’t even suspect that he was royalty and just think that it was a table of old friends

plus his absolute favorite meal of all time is in this small shop tucked away in one of the small streets in the heart of town, and it was,,, a burger

sure the food in the palace was obviously amazing with top chefs cooking there and all but,, nothing really beats the burger made in this small shop that people barely even knew about

we all know seungcheol will be a well-dressed prince

like,, he won’t want to be super over the top in full on capes and stuff but,, he sure as hell isn’t just walking around town in sweatpants or something

he cares about his image okay

(even though everyone will swoon even if he were to go out in sweatpants and a hoodie)

everyone in his kingdom is basically in love with him

as are the people in neighboring kingdoms

and far away kingdoms

the other princes are jealous

have you seen his smile though? it can cure diseases

he takes his responsibilities very seriously, but obviously, he’s still a young man who likes to have fun and gets bored too

he doesn’t like to sit still, so when he’s finished with all of his duties he’ll be off to go do something

even at odd times at the night, you can find him in a nearby kingdom trying to find this specific comic book or something

people don’t find it weird anymore

“oh look prince seungcheol is here again did you want more of these sweets?”

he’s often seen hanging out with the other princes when he can

the people die when they see their princes hanging out together

has public social media accounts but also secret personal ones

spams the group chat full of princes,, just because he can

ok enough background stuff onto you and cheol

you work in one of those small tucked away shops that prince seungcheol likes to frequent

however you’re not from this kingdom, and you only work the night shift so it’s not like you know a lot of people or much about this kingdom

you’re just taking this job to try and make some cash while you’re away from home traveling, you happened to choose to stay here indefinitely

you’re not entirely sure who this strangely good-looking man is who only comes in at 3am every week is but ?? business is business plus you’re not gonna judge,, it’s not like you’ve never had cravings for junk food in the middle of the night too

since it’s late at night cheol is dressed in very casual clothes so nothing really gives away the fact that he’s actually the goddamn prince of this kingdom

since he comes so often plus he just likes to get to know people he makes small talk while you gather up his stuff

after a couple of weeks, you soon become kinda like friends ?? it’s a weird circumstance but hell it’s 3am nobody’s really functioning well enough to question this

you’re sitting at the counter on your phone when the bell on the door rings signalling another customer

you just know it’s him again cause,,, not many people would be here at this ungodly time of night so you don’t bother looking up

you stop scrolling through instagram when you hear tutting in front of you

“I should complain to your manager you know- I’d rate this customer service a 1/10″

seungcheol watched as you finally looked up and chuckled at him

“sorry old man..... how can I help you, your highness”

seungcheol froze- did you finally find out who he was?

the reason he was so interested in you was because you didn’t seem to know who he was, and treated him like a normal person

his mind was going 100 miles a minute until you suddenly snorted

“god imagine it,, you ?? a king ?? pfft”

he smirked once he realized he wasn’t busted

“what do you have against me being a king huh?”

“idk man what kinda king buys junk food like three times a week at 3am,, plus ur a dork”

“wow,,, is that all i am to you,,,,,, a dork,,,, im hurt”

you smack his arm before starting to scan the things he’s put down on the counter

“how do you eat all this and stay in shape... tell me your secrets”

“god given metabolism sorry sweaty you can’t buy this :-)”

you snorted once again as you begin to pack his things into a paper bag

“did god accidentally spill all the ego into you as well”

“well i mean to help god out i do go workout too feel free to join me if you’re not too unfit to keep up”

“uhhh excuse me who are you calling unfit..... give me a time and place and I’ll fight beat you in a race”

“fine when do you get off tomorrow I’ll walk you to the hill and see who can get to the top first”

and that’s how you ended up at the bottom of a hill at 5am with a man you’ve never seen outside the shop

“whoever wins gets treated to breakfast”

“wipe that smirk off your face seungcheol I’m not getting beat by you”

surprise surprise,,,,, you lost

unfortunately he was much faster than you thought he would be

you were both lying on the grass, panting from running up a sizable hill

you punched his arm

seungcheol sat up, mouth open as he was about to whine when a voice came from the bottle of the hill

“your highness! there you are! you were supposed to return an hour ago you father will find out you’ve been out!”

seungcheol’s eyes widened before cursing under his breath

“I gotta go but you still owe me breakfast okay I’ll explain everything tonight ok bye !!”

you just sat there in shock as seungcheol dashed down the hill, even faster than before as the worker followed behind him

“y-your highness?”

you had flashbacks to seungcheol smirking when you laughed at the idea of him being king

you make your way back home, with a permanent blush on your cheeks and a million thoughts in your head

how could you not know that he was the prince?

oh god you’ve been smacking the prince for weeks when he makes a stupid dad joke

you can’t sleep that day and when you’re back in the shop you’re barely conscious

you’re too tired to even think about seungcheol saying he would explain tonight

when seungcheol comes in and makes his way over to the counter, he expects to find you on your phone again but instead sees you asleep on the counter

he smiles softly before grabbing an old receipt and a pen and writing a note

“sleeping on the job? strike two y/n. I really should complain to your manager, guess I was just too fast for you ;). I’ll be back tomorrow, get some rest. p.s. you might want to wash that hoodie, you drooled a little bit”

you woke up with a panic when your phone chimed at 5am, reminding you it was time to close up

oh god seungcheol was supposed to come

after you finally orientate yourself you notice the note on the table

after reading the note you flush red again

oh god you were asleep in front of the cute prince and d r o o l e d

you stumbled home after closing up and immediately went to sleep

later that day you rushed to the shop, almost late since you were so tired you slept through your alarm

as 2 am came around the bell on the door rang and you sat up straight

seungcheol didn’t usually come till around 3 so you assumed this was an actual customer

"I hope you washed that hoodie before coming back here tonight”

you looked down and noticed that you were in such a rush that you didn’t even change out of last night’s outfit

flushing pink, you quip back with a “so what if I didn’t huh”

seungcheol finally appears from around the shelf

“its a bit gross i gotta say”

“not as gross as you”

seungcheol looked at you with a soft smile on his face, trying to get the words in his head to form coherent sentences

“im sorry”

you looked at him with a blank face

“what for ?? i mean i know its kinda gross but like i was gonna be late for work and-”

“no, I’m sorry for not telling you”

you sat there with your mouth half open and closed it before looking down at your hands that were on the counter

“it’s okay”

he took your hands in his, making you look up

“it’s not, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I’ve just never had someone treat me like everyone else and it was... refreshing. But you deserved to know, I was being selfish. I’m sorry”

you gave seungcheol a soft smile, giving his hands a soft pat as he looked down at his feet to try and get his attention

“seungcheol really, it’s fine. I understand why you did it, I’m not mad”

“I still feel bad, it wasn’t right. You should be mad”

“well I mean I am....”

seungcheol looked up, ready to apologize again

“but only cause you beat me in a race,,,,, outrageous”

you smack him again, trying to lighten the mood

“but a deal is a deal, and I still owe you breakfast”

seungcheol started giggling, and you swear your heart skipped a beat

“im trying to be serious here and all you care about is getting beat”

“cheol, i really don’t mind. plus, I’m a woman of my word, I can’t have you owe me, that’s ridiculous”

“I’m busy later, how about you just treat me to a late night snack here instead”

fast forward to a couple weeks later, and you’re back at that hill waiting for seungcheol to come so that he can introduce you to his prince friends as you have a couple of days off

you can actually hear them before you see them

who’s even surprised at this point it’s seungcheol + 12 rowdy boys

“guys please don’t be embarrassin- oH hi y/n you’re early hahaha”

“hi I’m jeonghan are you cheol’s girlfrien-”

seungcheol shoved the guy out of the way before he could finish his sentence

“sorry,,, my friends are idiots”

you chuckled as seungcheol sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a light pink dusting his cheeks

“don’t worry, I like them”

“wE LIKE YOU TOO Y/N”

you giggled before heading over to the group of guys to go meet them properly

seungcheol stood still for a second, watching you introduce yourself to his friends a couple feet away

jeonghan came up to him, watching you with him

“when are you gonna ask her out, I thought you were going to the other day when you guys hung out at her place”

“she was tired so I let her sleep, some other time jeonghan”

they headed back to the group and you turned to them as you noticed the two join the circle

“cheol !! is it true that you tripped over a log and fell into the lake while trying to impress a girl when you were 6? i knew you were a dork but I didn’t think it was that bad”

“wHAT ARE YOU GUYS TELLING HER”

as the day began to end and everyone had to head back, seungcheol insisted on walking you back to your apartment

you had refused at first, but you were tired and it was late

when you got to your place you turned to seungcheol, about to thank him for walking you back when you saw him looking nervous

“cheol, are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,, I just,, y/n would you want- I mean- do you,, uh,,,, will you,, go out with me?”

you could barely hear him as he was mumbling but you just managed to catch his words

you put your hand on his cheek and pressed a quick kiss onto his other cheek

“of course seungcheol, it’d be an honor”

you smiled and said goodnight before heading inside

seungcheol stood there, frozen in shock as you had not only agreed but ???? you kissed his cheek ?????

you began to get ready for bed, a smile and a light blush on your face

you can’t believe you’re dating the biggest dork on the planet

seungcheol, on the other hand, was shouting at jeonghan down the phone; he practically skipping home

a/n: this is,,,,,, the longest thing ever im so sorry i got excited about this au

#seungcheol fluff #s coups fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seungcheol imagines #s coups imagines #seungcheol scenarios #s coups scenarios #writing #hip hop unit #seungcheol #s coups #vitaminhosh

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saergentdaddy-moved-blog · 6 years

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Pretend Girlfriend (Sam Wilson)

Prompt: I walked in on you and your ex fighting so you said I was your girlfriend and grabbed me and kissed me so she’d go away and I’m kinda shook I literally became your roommate like a week ago

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

Warning/s: fighting, a tiny bit of swearing maybe, sam wilson

A/N: the thought of kissing sam gets me high i love this bird man and also i did not research if sam wilson ever had any romantic partners in the comics bc i dont wanna research abt that im tired ok (and, once again, CRAPPY ENDING)

There were loud noises coming from your new apartment, and it wasn’t sex.

“I TOLD YOU THAT I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU ANYMORE!”

You were roommates with Sam Wilson, a sweet and caring guy who always gotta make you happy in some way. You moved into his apartment a week ago after getting forcefully kicked out by your landlord for not paying the rent on time, and so far he’s been pleasant.

He offers to take turns washing the dishes and doing the laundry, he’s in charge of the cooking, and shamelessly dances along to any kind of song you have in your iPod. But whenever Marvin Gaye comes on, you’ll find him with a cleaning tool - usually a broom or a mop - lip-syncing along Gaye’s lyrics.

You’ve never seen or heard Sam being angry before. So it was weird to hear him yell unless he’s singing them. You were worried, to say the least.

You open the door to your apartment and see Sam and a tall woman about to get physical with each other as they yell profanities at each other. You recognize the woman to be Amy, Sam’s ex-girlfriend. They stopped fighting to look at you.

You remember Sam talked about her once or twice before. She was beautiful, but looked very intimidating and could probably snap someone’s neck with just how angry she was. Just how Sam usually likes girls.

You stood in the doorway, blinking stupidly. Amy’s eyes narrowed at you and eyed you up and down. You felt naked as she did so.

“Who are you?” she asked, venom in her voice.

Before you could reply, Sam spoke up.

“Y/N’s my girlfriend.”

Eyes wide and jaw dropped to the floor, you glare at him. You were not looking forward to getting murdered by someone as terrifying as Amy at the moment. It looked like Sam ignored your reaction and walked up to you, taking your hand in his and giving you a quick peck on the lips that left you absolutely unprepared and weak.

Amy looked downright furious, but was clearly trying to contain it in. She crossed her arms and looked like she wanted to say something but was hesitant about it. Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you try to contemplate whatever the hell just happened.

“Get out of our apartment, Amy.” Sam said, sounding deadly and final. Amy pursed her lips, her pride and ego bruised, then decided to make the right choice and leave the apartment.

As soon as you and Sam heard the door slam close, Sam lets go of you. He faces you, about to explain what just happened.

“Okay so -” he started, with his hands out, but you cut him off by grabbing his collar and pulling him towards you, kissing him with so much ferocity. You felt Sam gradually get over the shock and snaked his arms around your waist. You proceed to wrap your arms around his neck, and he pulled you closer.

You pulled away to catch your breaths. You rested your foreheads against each other.

“That was so worth the fight with Amy.” he said, slightly panting. You chuckled.

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thezeekrecord · 3 years

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GAGEGN ch9

[index/summary]

REPORT: Regarding the unexpected return of subject "Benry"

Benry was in his house.

After years of studying the strange hole in reality that Benry had resided in, years of hoping he would wake from his coma someday, and a video game world that made it impossible for him to question either of those things, Tommy finally had a chance to talk to Benry. As soon as he was done biting into uncooked instant ramen blocks.

“Umm, do you want that cooked?” Darnold offered hesitantly.

“Cooked?” Benry echoed before crunching loudly into it again.

Darnold didn’t reply.

Benry had gone out of his way to move one of the nice barstools Tommy and Darnold had picked out, sitting behind the bar section in their kitchen in his metal chair he’d set out again. The counter was too tall, giving Benry the effect of looking comically small as he peered over the countertop at Tommy and Darnold.

“So...where have you been all this time?” Tommy finally settled to ask him.

“Squatter’s rights, bro.” Benry replied.

“You were squatting this whole time?” Darnold questioned.

“Yeah, why didn’t you—uhh, well...” Tommy stopped, remembering the way Mr. Freeman had threatened Benry with a flaming spoon. Maybe squatting was the better alternative after all. “Never mind.”

Benry took another loud bite of his ramen block.

“Umm...Benry...” Tommy began, pausing when Benry took another bite, “can I ask you—uhh, about the Nihilanth project?”

Tommy noticed Darnold’s curious look as they waited for a response from Benry. After everything, Tommy had never even brought up the Nihilanth project with him—not intentionally, there was just so much else to discuss.

“Wha...?” Benry asked.

“The project that I was—where we met?” Tommy fumbled. “If you remember that at all, I—it’s kind of...a surprise to see you, actually.”

“I haven’t been gone that long, man, I dunno...”

Tommy bit his lower lip in frustration. He didn’t blame Benry for being confused—he was more exhausted with his own inability to articulate what he was trying to say after so long. He took a moment to grab himself a soda from the fridge, cracking it open and taking a long sip as he got his thoughts together. Finally, he tried again.

“How far back do you remember?” Tommy asked.

“I dunno, man.”

“...Do you remember before, uhh, before the game started?”

“No.” Benry answered simply, crunching on the last of the ramen block. He got up from his chair, Sunkist eagerly approaching to eat the crumbs that fell from Benry’s lap to the floor as he tore open a new one and opened the microwave. Tommy and Darnold watched Benry microwave a completely raw block of noodles with no water, not even a bowl or a plate, for about a minute as smoke began to billow up inside.

“I think it’s done.” Darnold commented.

“Oh, damn.” Benry opened the microwave, releasing a small plume of smoke and taking out the block, burnt in several places.

“So...you don’t remember when we met? At all?” Tommy asked slowly.

“Yeah, we were, uhhh...” Benry put a finger to his chin. “We used to play on uhh, whaddya call ‘em. Like a ladder, but the other way.”

“...Huh?”

“The monkey bars?” Darnold filled in helpfully.

“Yeah, that. We used to play on those when we were kids.” Benry declared before taking a massive bite out of his block of burnt ramen. Sunkist, finished with the aftermath of the first one, trotted to Benry’s feet to await more crumbs. Benry continued talking with his mouth full. “We’d hide when recess ended so the teachers wouldn’t see us. Great shit.”

Tommy frowned deeply, tapping his fingers together. “...Benry, I don’t think that’s true.”

Benry shrugged.

“You were a—you were a guard in the Lambda lab.” Tommy began to explain. “Everyone called you ‘Ben’, not Benry. We used to, uhh, talk about video games. Then...you...disappeared. Dr. Coomer said, umm, apparently, you thought you saw something in the chamber. And—and—the Nihilanth, it was...if you went in, you were teleported around a bunch, but you ended up staying—you were stuck in a void, and I pulled you out. You ended up in a coma, and the Nihilanth disappeared. I—I got transferred out of the Lambda lab, though, and I never saw you again until the game started.”

Benry nodded. “Okay.”

Tommy could only stare at Benry.

“Ummm...do you remember any of that, Benry?” Darnold asked on his behalf.

“Huh? No.”

Tommy let out a quiet sigh. “Yeah, I um, it makes sense that you don’t...that you don’t remember.” He said. “I just...well...I guess I don’t actually know all that much about you. Not really.”

Benry’s usually deadpan expression turned heartbroken in an instant. “What? Man, but we’re best friends, right? I thought we were best friends.”

“We are friends!” Tommy agreed quickly. “It’s just—I don’t know. I...why did you attack us, Benry?”

“Huh?”

Tommy wasn’t sure how to make himself any clearer in that moment, so he remained silent.

Benry finished off his second block of ramen. “Yo, can I stay here tonight? I got kicked outta the house I was squatting in.”

“Uhhh—yeah, of course. But Benry—”

“Sick. I just gotta go get my stuff.”

Tommy reached out, taking Benry’s wrist to stop him as he started to leave. “Benry, could you wait a second, please?”

Benry turned back to look at Tommy expectantly.

“I just—you’re my friend, Benry, that’s not...” Tommy stopped, frowning as it grew more difficult to speak. “I just wanna understand. We don’t need to...have a big...thing, I just wanna know why.”

Benry stared at Tommy for a long moment. “...Why I what?”

Tommy took a deep breath to steady himself. “Why you attacked us at the end.”

Benry threw his head back and let out a long groan. “I don’t know, man, what’s it matter? It was in the game, it’s not like you could’ve died or anything.”

Tommy pressed his lips into a thin line, his ability to speak officially obliterated by that. When he didn’t give a response, Benry shrugged and simply disappeared into thin air. Tommy sighed deeply, rubbing his face in his hands. Sunkist nudged her head against Tommy’s elbow comfortingly, and he relaxed a little as he knelt down and buried his face into her fur. Tommy looked to his side, watching Darnold sit down awkwardly cross-legged beside him.

“Umm—do you wanna be alone? Should I go?” Darnold asked suddenly.

Tommy smiled a little, shaking his head.

Darnold nodded. “Okay. Ummm...jeez. He’s hard to talk to, huh?”

Tommy shrugged. He turned over to lay on his back, head rested against Sunkist as he pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open to navigate to his text history with Darnold. TOMMY: im sure i probably just need another approach TOMMY: hes not the same as he used to be TOMMY: i wanna be patient w him b/c hes been thru a lot TOMMY: but TOMMY: im pretty upset about it all to be honest :(

Darnold flipped his phone open, reading over Tommy’s texts carefully.

“...Yeah, it seems like a whole complicated mess.” Darnold replied, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “I get that you wanna be patient with him, but I mean, you deserve to have the space to be upset, Tommy. Even if you couldn’t have died, it still sucks he did that.” TOMMY: but what if there was a reason?? :( TOMMY: i dont wanna make an ass of myself if there was a good reason

“Well, to be fair, he’s kinda making an ass of himself already.” Darnold said flatly. “Also, I kinda find it hard to believe there’s some big intricate reason for him to do that. I find it pretty easy not to just attack my friends out of nowhere, personally.”

Tommy snickered a little. TOMMY: i get where ur coming from TOMMY: i still wanna hold out tho TOMMY: i feel like theres something were missing TOMMY: u know?

Darnold nodded. “Yeah, well, if that’s what you want, I support it. Just don’t overextend yourself or anything, alright?”

Tommy nodded as well. TOMMY: thanks darnold :)

****

“It’s just—I thought we were finally rid of him! I thought he’d fucked off forever, and then he just goes ahead and shows up at my house, with absolutely no warning?! Typical Benry.”

Dr. Coomer and Bubby sat together on Gordon’s couch, watching him pace back and forth in the living room.

“Well—” Dr. Coomer tried to start.

“At my house! Where my son lives! If he shows up while we’re out robbing banks or whatever, fine. I hate it, but fine, it’s not like I can stop him, right? But he could at least have the decency to let me have just one space that feels safe. Just one.” Gordon prattled on, waving his arms around furiously as he spoke.

“Gordon—” Bubby tried.

“I just want to feel like I can move on with my life! That’s all I want, I wanna forget about everything that happened with the resonance cascade! Everything could be perfect, I don’t have to worry about money anymore, I can just focus on raising Josh, but if he can just come into my house any time he fucking wants, I—”

“Gordon!” Bubby snapped.

Gordon stopped, looking at Bubby with wide eyes. Bubby turned pointedly to Dr. Coomer, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Well, Gordon, I understand you’re upset. You have a right to be.” Dr. Coomer began, standing and placing a hand on his shoulder. “I believe you may need to sit down, though.”

“Huh? No, I’m fine.” Gordon said. It was only just now, though, as he finally stopped talking, that he noticed his heart was racing.

“Come along, Gordon, have a seat.” Dr. Coomer insisted. He practically dragged Gordon to the couch, sitting him down and plopping down beside him with a comforting arm over his shoulders. “I’m more than happy to listen if you need to vent your anger, but right now, you seem a little overwhelmed.”

“I’m not overwhelmed!” Gordon argued instinctively. “I love you guys, and I appreciate everything you’re trying to do, but I’m not fragile.”

Dr. Coomer exchanged a look with Bubby before turning back to Gordon. “...If you need space, that’s alright. I just want you to know we’re here for you if you need.”

“Thank you, Dr. Coomer, I...” Gordon forced a deep breath, in and out. “I just need you to let me handle this shit on my own. Okay?”

Dr. Coomer nodded hesitantly. “...Should we go?”

“Uhhh...” Gordon leaned forward, propping his elbows up on his knees and burying his face in his hands. “Y-yeah. I need some quiet. I-it’s not anything against you, I promise, it’s just...yeah.”

Gordon felt the couch shifting as Dr. Coomer and Bubby stood. He felt Dr. Coomer squeezing his shoulder for a moment as Bubby’s footsteps grew distant.

“You can call me any time you need me, Gordon.” Dr. Coomer said gently.

Gordon nodded. “I know. Thanks, Dr. Coomer.”

Dr. Coomer followed Bubby out of the house. Gordon dragged himself to his feet, heading up the stairs with light footsteps. He nudged Joshua’s door open just a little, relaxing as always at the sight of his son sleeping soundly, despite all the ruckus just a few minutes before. Then, he headed to his own bedroom with his freshly built bed, most of his belongings still in boxes. Leaving the hall light on and his door slightly ajar to let the light stream into his room, Gordon flopped down into his bed.

He didn’t get much sleep. How could he? Every sound outside jolted him awake, making him deeply miss the weight of a heavy shotgun in his hands. It was a comforting weight, reassuring that he wasn’t defenseless against anything that tried to get the jump on him. At the very least, with the excuse of building furniture, Gordon now had a heavy hammer to keep by his bedside table that he could reach for in his moments of panic. He held it now, close to his chest, after he’d been woken by the sound of someone talking on their phone outside.

Gordon forced out a deep breath, setting it back on the bedside table with a gentle clunk. If his friends saw him like this, they’d double down on their attempts to help, he was sure—and he wasn’t stupid, he knew this wasn’t normal. Above everything else, though, it was embarrassing. He’d been the guy who led them to a safe place, he should know better than anyone else that it was all going to be okay; and he knew it logically, but he couldn’t stop the kneejerk, gut fear reactions. And if he wasn’t alone in this, surely his friends already had enough on their plates. He couldn’t ask them to divert their energy into reassuring him it was going to be okay. This was something he was going to have to handle on his own.

For their sake.

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jincherie · 6 years

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🌱- OH MY GOSH THE BENDER PLACEMENT I LOVE IT OMG. Good thing I started a few different versions of it now I can use that as a point of a new start if not just altering what’s written. Will say describing them bending the elements is so fucking awkward like how to you explain sitting on a whirling ball of wind to propel yourself around the room without it being too comical lmao omg thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Anonymous said to rbuns:🌱- also! The fics are coming along great! I just keep having ideas so I partially start new ones so I don’t forget them lol the bender one i first started has gotten farther then the others and a few hybrid ones I started have also gotten farther hopefully I’ll be able to post some non multiple part ones soon

Anonymous said to rbuns:🌱- OMG so about Jin not being a bender. Instantly thought of how he has horrible jokes = sokka and he cooks too????? Like I can imagine jin being some fighter but all he does is complain about his bending friends not knowing how talented he really is for always cooking for them. Like as he’s making a meal he’s just complaining and making noises and cutting the food with his sharp ass weapon. He’s too cute

omg there are so many different stories in my inbox i’m going to separate them instead of having them in one long ask omg thank you for always blowing up my inbox el-anon!! kjfn I’m glad you liked the bender placement!!! i saw it and immediately thought of u hehehehehe 💝💝💝 im honestly so ready whenever you churn that out omg aaaaaa!!!! But yes omg it would be pretty difficult to describe half the shit they do lmaoojfkjsd IM HONESTLY READY FOR ANYTHING U DROP CAUSE THEY’RE ALL GONNA BE SO GOOD!!! 💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝

and omg I DIDN’T EVEN MAKE THAT CONNECTION TILL U SAID THIS IM SCREAMING OMG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOKKA IT’S PERFECT I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE I LOVE HIM OMG

#elemental anon #el-anon #💝💝💝💝💝💝💝#i love u omg #time to go answer all the other stories!!!#i love it when u keep me updated omg #i cherish u a lot #💝💝💝💝💝#Anon #ask

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zairehyun-blog · 7 years

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do ask memes :o

ALL OF THEM!? ON THE ENTIRE WEBSITE!? no but since i love you i will ~

Halloween asks : done

‘Let’s get personal’: done

Sweet asks:

vanilla - how has your week been?

An honest to god mess, but that’s okay. It’ll get better soon~

chocolate - what do you crave right now?

Attention.

red velvet - what type of music do you like?

All tbh

ice cream - if you were an animal, what kind would you be?

I WOULD BE RILAKKUMA (u may be like zaire that’s not an animal. shhh let me be rilakkuma)

cake - describe your ideal location

like.. im just gonna say what i consider home

new zealand or osaka 💫

mocha - what are three things that make you feel warm inside?

my bby

the stars

writing abt my day at night

frosting - describe your appearance

uhm Mmmm i don’t know how i would.

marshmallow - do you sleep with plushies? if so, which are your favorites?

I DO INDEED i sleep with my moomin

sorbet - describe an ideal summer day

Going on adventures ;; especially car rides n stuff like that ✨

butterscotch - describe an ideal autumn day

going outside and walking around and the cold wind n i m happy it’s autumn 🍂

caramel - describe an ideal winter day

DRINKING HOT CHOCOLATE AND WATCHING TV IN AN OVERSIZED SWEATER WHILE IT SNOWS AND THEN GOING OUTSIDE TO PLAY IN THE SNOW ❄️

pecan - describe an ideal spring day

sitting outside n just enjoying all the flowers c”:

mint - what’s new in your life?

my bby

pie - “home is where…”

he is

macaroon - list three things you feel inspired to do

draw again

to cosplay

2 mAKE HOT CHOCOLATE NOW

Send me a number:

1: where are you from?

I was born in London but I was raised in New Zealand

2: how old are you?

I’m 18

3: when is your birthday?

March 13th

4: what is your favorite music genre?

It all depends on my mood

5: religious?

Yes

6: do you believe in ghosts?

Yes

7: would you want to be immortal?

Yes and no, I would hate to lose everyone who isn’t but I would love to see how the world will evolve idk

8: favorite book?

Alice in Wonderland

9: favorite song?

MIC DROP ASJGHSD

10: favorite band/singer?

I have too many but between bts and exo :3

11: sexual preference?

Indifferent to gender

12: virgin? If not, how old were you when you had sex for the first time?

No & 16

13: do you drink, if yes, tell me what?

Nah.

14: do you smoke?

15: ever did drugs?

16: ever visit a festival?

Yes

17: do you have pets? tell me about them!

I have 2 cats ✨

Ayumu & Kiyoshi

18: how many countries have you been to?

A lot , my dads travel 2 much

19: do you speak another language besides english? If yes, write a sentence in that language!

Korean - 안녕 사랑해!

Japanese - やあ、君を愛している！

and Arabic - مرحبا انا احبك!

They all say Hi, I love you! C:

20: vegan, vegetarian or meat eater?

21: be creative! write a short story about something that comes into your mind!

ASGIJSDHKJf i hate

one day we all heard zayn left the band and it was the worst day ever like they had a song called the best day ever no bitch this is the worst day ever and we all went 2 bed and it was all a mutual dream we all had (WTF WAS THIS ASKJGHKSD)

22: put your iPod on shuffle and tell me the first 10 songs

i don’t have my phone near me either

23: grab the nearest book and give me the last sentence of page 124

I have no books near me....

24: tell me about your crush

i’m answering his ask

25: any weird habits?

If i get scared i start sucking on the back of my thumb

26: ever been rude to a teacher?

Yeah

27: ever talked to yourself?

I always do...

28: extrovert or introvert?

In the middle

29: the most embarrassing moment in your life?

WHEN MY DAD GOT DRUNK AND STARTED FLIRTING wITH MY OTHER DAD AND WAS LIKE “u single”

and my other dad said “no.” and MY daD cRIEd AJHKGDS

30: what keeps you going?

🍯 you c: 🍯

31: ever thought about suicide?

Always

32: do you suffer from a mental illness?

Yeah

33: I'm bored, tell me something funny that happened to you!

I once fell down a flight of stairs because I thought someone was walking up them and I wanted to beat them, but like as I was falling I realised I was walking downstairs and no one was there.

34: your 5 favorite blogs

1. @spook-hyun

2. @lucidyeol

3. @hosvoks

4. @ultchen

5. any suggestion blog tbqh

35: 10 facts about yourself

1. I can bend my pinky all the way back lmao

2. It took me one night to learn Korean :’)

3. I’m a self taught artist

4. the first cat I ever had, I randomly found and I nursed him back to health and he never left me C:

5. I used to want to be a vet/or just someone around animals at all times

6. I used to live by the ocean and yet i’m lowkey afraid of it askJGHKSD

7. I started this blog as a safe space ✨

8. I have a twin sister who’s older than me by a minute

9. I have a younger sister who still calls me her little brother....

10. i’m madly in love

36: 3 things you like about yourself

Nothing

37: 3 things you hate about yourself

Everything

38: biggest turn on?

AHEH IM NOT DISCLOSING THAT I have a stalker who’s gonna try shit so no

29: biggest turn off?

someone who’s controlling. ;e; like i get if you’re like warning me abt something but if you’re like thisthen yeah fuck off.

30: when did you join tumblr?

January 2014

Luxury Asks:

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

AHA YALL READY FOR THIS

I wash my face n then i brush my teeth and then i put lotion on and i change and then i drink green tea and watch anime lmao and that’s it

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

You

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

AHEH HOW DO U THINK I GOT HYUN

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

I mean, if it’s for a shopping spree for good reason (like u got cheated on and are trying to make yourself happy) then yeah, but if you do it everyday then no

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

lots of oversized sweaters and jeans and cosplay outfits

glitter: describe someone special to you.

His eyes look like honey when the sun shines on them and every time it happens I fall in love

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

mY DADS KIMCHI COME FOR ME

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

Go go because

“I want to be cruisin’ on the bayI want to be cruisin’ like NemoNo money but I wanna go far awayI don’t have money but I wanna relaxNo money but I wanna eat Jiro Ono’s sushi

Worked hard to get my payGonna spend it all on my stomachPinching pennies to spend it all on wasting itLeave me be, even if I overspendEven if I break apart my savings tomorrowLike a crazy guy”

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

My happiness

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

If I remember the definition correctly

kinda? but I stopped being that way

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

n...no not at all lmAO unless it’s like at a comic con or something like that then yeah

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

I open up to people when I feel comfortable with them, like, I seem really shy and reserved but I open up to everyone I meet as long as I’m comfortable.

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

AAAH my old house

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

Ironically my cologne is really strong but it’s not so strong you’re like *dies inside*, it’s like, it’s strong so you remember it and if you smell it somewhere, you’re like “Zaire?”

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

I HYPE MYSELF UP AND THEN I GET READY LMAO

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

AUTUMN AUTUMN AUTUMN LIKE

AUTUMN ABT TO TURN WINTER YES

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

this oversized as FUcK black sweater that says “fuck off” in japanese on the sleeves asghsdjkfl

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity?

drinking tea while watching anime

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

Inner

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

I’ll draw on the wall and then i’ll paint over it??? unless i rlly rlly like it

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

ew summer

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

Well,

one dad acts all normal and like he’s not drunk and he makes perfect sense and he’s fully aware of everything and can walk perfectly and cook

my biological dad on the other hand is all emotional and affectionate n happy n soft lMAO so i guess i’d be like my biological dad

wow bby i hope you enjoyed this

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vildflower · 7 years

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Slave au - unspecified time setting but I was imagining a vague sorta fantasy AU kinda LOTR maybe so it doesn't matter really

Benny had never been fond of the whole slave system. He accepted it, because it simply was a part of his world and there was nothing he could do about it, but he didn’t like it. Slaves were people, after all, just as worthy of respect as he or anyone else was as far as he was concerned, and he got angry when he saw them humiliated so.

He had never had a slave, not since he stopped living with his parents. He made good money with the lands he had inherited from his father, small but enough to keep him, a big house and have a considerable amount of money. He paid some servants for the things he needed. Most of his friends and family, except the few who thought like him, told him it’d be better to have a few slaves, but he refused. He wouldn’t participate in it.

Which was why he couldn’t really explain why he hadn’t been able to stop himself from laying eyes on this particular man and buy him almost on the spot.

Alright, he was handsome, even dirtied up and on chains on the square. It was what had catched Benny’s eyes on the first place, but not what had made him stop walking and get closer. Benny needed no sex slave, and even if he wasn’t able to get easy sex on a regular basis he wouldn’t be willing to take the man to his bed without his consent – which judging by the look he was getting as he put the money on the slaver’s hand, he didn’t and wouldn’t have.

Maybe it was the fire on his eyes when Benny looked at him in the eye. It was defiant, on the verge of angry, but not necessarily hating either. Benny didn’t really have a better word for it that ‘fire’. And it wasn’t confined to his eyes, although that was where it stood out most; it was in all of him, in his body, and it made Benny go to him like a fly to honey.

The man’s name was Dean. He had told him so in a dry voice right before Benny rejected his offer to change it to something that sounded more pleasant to his new owner’s ears. Benny took the chain joined to the collar on Dean’s neck and walked away with his new possession walking behind him. He felt shame, he judged himself as much as did the ones who knew his positions and caught sight of him on the way home. It’d be better if Dean wasn’t wearing the chains, but Benny didn’t want to risk him running away and probably getting into trouble with the guards for being a runaway.

It looked like he didn’t have to worry about that, though. Once they were at his house – big, comfortable, fitting Benny’s status as minor nobility – he took his hands to Dean’s neck, making the man tense under his fingers only to relax the slightest bit a moment later when he saw his collar was being removed. He stretched his neck afterwards, rolled it, and sneered a bit at Benny but didn’t show further hostility.

“Want to check if you’re wounded” Benny said as his hands moved to Dean’s old, worn, torn shirt, seeing how his face darkened, and the master knew what direction his mind had taken. “Are you okay with that?”

The other’s lips had turned into a fine line, and he glared at Benny for some moments. He eventually nodded to indicate he gave his permission. Nodding as well, Benny lifted the hem of the cloth. He was pleased and surprised he only had a couple bruises, which was better than he had expected.

He called one of his three servants with a shout. A couple minutes later the man, Castiel, showed up, and his eyes widened when he saw Dean standing beside Benny. It was normal; Benny’s workers were well aware of his thoughts towards slavery, and there was no mistaking Dean for anything else. The man kept his thoughts to himself, though, and obeyed when Benny asked him to prepare a bath and some of Benny’s smaller clothes for the newcomer.

Dean was visibly surprised when he heard this, eyebrows raised almost comically as he watched Castiel go.

“Why?” he inquired, tone bordering accusation, as he turned to Benny. His surprise had turned into a mistrusting scowl and he crossed his arms.

“It’s called hospitality, Dean. I was raised to be a gentleman” he offered carefreely as an explanation. He knew why Dean was acting like that, but he wanted him to feel that kindness was normal, that he should be treated with respect.

“Hospitality is for guests, and I’m-”

“A human being who’s at my house right now. That’s what a guest means. Now come on, do it quick and we’ll eat afterwards, you must be starving” Benny said as he made Dean turned around, pushing him forwards and into Castiel who guided a confused Dean into the next room, where there was already water heating.

Benny sighed as soon as he was alone in the room. Shit, what had he done? What did he do with Dean? He had one thing clear; he wasn’t going to make him work. Not like slaves were supposed to. Maybe he’d eventually make him help in the household, with a paycheck just like Cas, Jo and Charlie.

Or maybe he’d free him eventually. It looked like the best solution for the man, but he couldn’t consider it yet; he wasn’t in condition to be on his own. The first step would be putting some food into his bony body, then. He set for the kitchen to have something cooked quickly for them.

As he discovered later that day, when Dean was glaring at the food as if he expected it to be poisoned, the man he had taken into his protection – as he refused to think of him as bought – didn’t have an ounce of trust for Benny, which he guessed was normal. He looked uncomfortable on his new clothes, because they were too comfortable, and the little room Benny had quickly prepared seemed to upset him more than sleeping on the kennel would.

But as he found out, Dean’s trust, although hard won, after a long time of gestures of kindness and respect, was almost unbreakable, and came with an almost alarming necessity of approval. Without realizing it, Benny had gone from tiptoeing around the man to not make him glare with distrust to assuring him that yes, Dean, it’s alright, you did good. It was half-endearing, half-worrying to see him apply himself to a fullest that was probably above him, in an attempt to do better than his best in everything he was asked to do.

Benny was lost about it at first, but when Dean opened up to him it all made sense. Mother dead when he was very young, father, although not uncaring, difficult to deal with. Then he got kidnapped when he was 13 and taken to a far away land, and had spent 7 years going from master to master. The man craved affection and care more than air. When Benny had suggested freeing him, Dean’s face had fell apart and only went back to normal after Benny assured that didn’t mean he had to leave. Benny planned to offer him a proper place as his servant. However, Dean wasn’t really uncomfortable with the idea of slavery, just being mistreated, and he had no rush to stop being Benny’s property.

Yeah, pretty messed up.

And for that very reason Benny didn’t dare act on his feelings. Because at some point in the six months he’d had Dean with him, he had fallen completely in love with him. And while he didn’t think he’d be rejected by Dean, and the shine in his eyes when he looked at Benny sometimes seemed not only friendship but love, he didn’t dare hope. Because if Dean was so desperate for affection, how did Benny know that him accepting his advances wouldn’t be the product of that and not genuine desire from Dean’s part? As much as he wanted Dean, and as much as Dean was officially his slave, Benny wouldn’t stand the thought of having forced himself on Dean.

It had to be Dean, therefore. His fear of rejection matched his desire for acceptance, and yet he was the one to take the first step. With liquid courage, taken from a small party diner Benny had had with some friends before in the form of ale. He came at Benny when he was in his bed, changing into nightwear.

“Dean!” Benny yelped, blushing a little as he finished putting his shirt on. Dean laughed and walked in, cheeky grin and teasing eyes.

“Don’t bother with that” he said as he came closer to Benny. Benny knew how drunk Dean acted by this point, and knew he wouldn’t do something he didn’t want, but he had to wonder if he had gotten it wrong when Dean’s lips pressed against his.

Dean’s hands went to his hips as the younger man hummed, closed his eyes. Benny couldn’t help it and kissed back, closing his eyes as well.

He touched Dean’s forehead with his when the kiss broke. “What are you doing, Dean?” he whispered.

“Come on, we’ve been fooling around each other for too long. I love you, Benny. I want you to make me yours, master.”

This was the first time in months Dean had used that word. He had stopped on Benny’s request, but this time it had a completely opposite effect on the older man. He grunted and, deciding to deal with complications in the morning, he conducted Dean to bed.

Dean might be the slave, but that night, Benny was the one worshipping him, the first of so many to come.

deanbenny love week, day 3

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