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streetlight11 · 3 years

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Reunited Again

Summary: He was your neighbour, your best friend, he was your happiness ever since preschool. One day, he suddenly became distant and cold towards you for unknown reasons. Both of you slowly drifted apart. Years passed and you haven't seen him ever since you left your hometown to go to college. Who knew you'd see him again through your close friends from college 4 years after you moved. Would he remember you?

Theme: college au, childhood best friends to lovers

Genre: fluff

Warning: some curse words, that's it

WC: 3.9k

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello again! Here's a Wooyoung fic for you. Take care everyone :)

12 years ago was when his parents divorced after a horrible fight. His father took him in custody as he was only 10 years old at the time. After the divorce, his father turned into an alcoholic, a drug addict and was abusing him after dusk. He became his dad’s punching bag, this only made the boy even more stubborn and rebellious.

This also led him to the introduction of tattoos, gang fights, smoking, drinking, but never drugs. That was probably the one thing he despised and would never even go near one. That was the thing that drove him to insanity living in the house.

His dad was a drug addict and because of those drugs, he couldn’t grow up with the love of his own dad.

However, despite being in that state, only a few of them still stuck around him. And these guys were not even those who teaches him all the bad stuff while growing up. Instead, these guys were the friends he met since high school and college. Sure he didn’t have a bright past, sure he’s done things that were probably illegal and had a few police cases before, but these guys never looked down on him.

They encouraged him to work hard and chase after his dreams, and not to walk down the same path his dad did. And for that, he was thankful to have met them.

It has been 4 years since you last saw him. He was your neighbour and probably one of your best friends growing up. He lived just across the road from you. You still remembered when you first met him at preschool. Where he accidentally spilled his milk and so you went up to him and gave him yours.

From that day on, you two became like two peas in a pod. You loved him as a friend. You cared for him. You could never bear to see him cry over a stolen toy. You were always there for him. So when he suddenly turned cold and distant to you one day, you just couldn't accept it.

You wanted answers.

And not long after, you found out that his parents had divorced. His father became abusive and a drug addict so that’s why he kept his distance from you.

Because of that, you never blamed him for acting how he did back then. But that doesn’t mean you don’t miss the old him. Even now that it has been 4 years since you left your hometown to live in Seoul to go to college, you still prayed that some day, you’d bump into him again and everything would go back to the way it was.

It was a bright Saturday afternoon and you had promised your two best friends that you would meet them for brunch and just hang out with them. You decided to wear a white low cut cropped thin strap top, a black floral skater skirt and a beige knit cardigan. To finish the outfit off, you paired it with your black combat boots.

You met up with Seonghwa and Yeosang at the mall for brunch where they took you to an italian restaurant. After eating, Yeosang told you that he and Seonghwa wanted to introduce you to their close friends and that it was time for you to meet them.

“Are you sure about this? What if they don’t like me?” You asked, a little too self-conscious.

“They’ll love you! Besides, if anything, I’ll just threaten them to leave you alone.” Yeosang said with a shrug. You couldn’t help but scoff at his sarcasm. A few hours later, Seonghwa drove you to a well known street in Hongdae.

You sat in the front passenger seat as your eyes travelled all over the place.

Once Seonghwa was done parking the car, the three of you got out of the vehicle as he locked it. Yeosang immediately placed a hand on your back to guide you towards a tattoo parlour shop located just across the road from where you were. The bell chime caught everyone’s attention in the shop as the two boys standing behind the counter whipped their heads towards the door.

Their smiles immediately got wider when they saw Seonghwa and Yeosang. “Oh hey guys! You’re here!” The cute, smaller one said, only for the tall, handsome one to speak up.

“It’s about time you guys came. You’re late for your piercing appointment with me.” Yeosang laughed knowing the boy was directing his conversation to him.

“I know, I know. But the main reason we came here was to let you meet our friend we’ve been telling you guys about.” Yeosang said as he turned back to you, who was hiding behind Seonghwa.

Yeosang chuckled at your shy being, only to slide his hand around your waist and tugged you forwards gently. “Hyung, Yunho, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Hongjoong and Yunho.” Your eyes flickered to the two boys who smiled at you and waved.

“Hello! It’s nice to finally meet you.” Hongjoong said as he held his hand out for you to take. You gently shook it in return, causing the man to giggle.

“Is she always this shy?” Hongjoong asked his two friends, only for Seonghwa to speak up.

“She’s only shy around boys she finds cute. So I guess you’re one of them.” This made you slap his stomach with the back of your hand, making the poor boy groan. You glared at him, only for Yeosang to laugh out loud before prompting you a high five.

“The rest will be out a minute. You can have a look around if you don’t plan on getting any piercings or tattoos.” Yunho said with a smile before turning to Yeosang and his smile completely disappeared before it turned into a snarl.

“Now get your ass back there. You’re late for your appointment.” Yeosang could only smile cheekily before he followed Yunho round the back.

You began to walk around the parlour, admiring the tattoo designs on the wall while Seonghwa and Hongjoong were just chatting by the counter. You were too engrossed in the tattoo designs that you completely missed the way two males just left one of the back rooms. One was a client and one was a piercing artist by the name of San who was also their friend.

You also missed the way Seonghwa pointed to you as he told San about why he and Yeosang came here today, earning a small cheeky smirk from the younger boy. You were just staring at the beautiful mermaid design when someone’s hand on your back made you jump.

It was just Seonghwa.

“Y/N, come meet another friend of ours. This is San. He’s in-charge of the piercings.” The said boy extended his hand out to you, making you shake it politely before saying hello. He too was pretty cute. Unlike Hongjoong who had two full tattoo sleeves, San was pretty clean on the skin except one or two small tattoos on his neck and inner bicep.

However, his piercings were prominent. He had a number of them on each ear, along with an eyebrow piercing on the right side and a tongue piercing.

You thought Seonghwa and Yeosang were cute. You clearly haven't seen their friends.

Right after you had just let go of San’s hand, a voice coming closer and closer to the main area made you turn your head towards the back rooms. Only to see a buff man maybe in his late 20s leave the back room. However, the person who left after him was the reason why your heart almost leaped out of your chest.

You couldn’t help but stare at him as you felt yourself stumble back a step. Crashing into Seonghwa slightly.

You watched as he went round the back of the counter to toss the tray of equipment into the sink before turning to Hongjoong and telling him the amount to charge the man.

After the man had taken the change and left, that’s when San spoke up brightly. His energy was definitely not at your level.

“Oh yah! Seonghwa hyung and Yeosang finally brought their friend over to meet us!” The individual turned off the tap and grabbed a clean cloth from the counter, only to turn around. That’s when his eyes got locked on yours. He paused his movements for a split second before returning his gesture.

But the disappointment on your face didn’t go unnoticed by him when all he did was nod his head towards you and simply turned back to go to the back room.

“Sorry about him. He can be a little rough with new people. His name is Wooyoung by the way.” San said. You clearly recognized him. His name felt all too familiar on your tongue.

Why did he react that way? Did he really not recognize you? Is he the Wooyoung from your childhood?

All these questions began to flood your train of thoughts as Yeosang and Yunho came back out laughing at something the other said. Just then, Seonghwa gently snakes his arm around your waist only to whisper in your ear.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blinked away from the back room that Wooyoung just entered only to nod. But you knew Seonghwa well enough to know that he didn’t buy your bullshit, yet he decided not to question any further.

A few minutes later, two more boys came in only for you to find out that they were also friends with the boys and their names were Mingi and Jongho.

The 9 of you ended up hanging out at the parlour, while you managed to warm up to San, Hongjoong and Yunho almost immediately thanks to their outgoing characters. You were seated on the couch’s armrest with your legs crossed over the other politely to cover your private area when Yeosang asked if they wanted to go grab dinner after the shop closes in an hour's time.

They all agreed to it, only for a new customer to enter. San immediately got up to attend to them who wanted piercings.

You noticed his absence in the circle when you glanced over to the back room. The boys’ voices were completely muffled in your ears as you couldn’t tear your focus off the male standing in the back room alone, looking busy.

He was wearing a plain black muscle tank. His biceps in perfect display, his right arm sleeve decorated with the most prettiest tattoo designs, his ear piercings, the left eyebrow slit and a piercing. He was hot.

You didn’t know how long you were staring, until he turned his head and caught you. With that, you quickly turned your head away in hopes that he wouldn’t think you’re a creep.

After they closed up the shop, the 9 of you dispersed to your respective vehicles to meet up at the dinner spot. You watched him carefully as Wooyoung approached the sports bike that was parked a few cars down from Seonghwa’s car. You cursed at yourself internally for out rightly checking him out when in reality, you might just be a stranger to him.

Nevertheless, you went for dinner and you bonded with the rest of them pretty quickly. Minus Wooyoung of course. That night, Seonghwa added you to their group chat and immediately, they welcomed you warmly.

Days became months ever since the rest of them first met you. The boys have been including you to most of their hangouts even if it just consists of them chilling at the parlour. However, not much has changed between you and Wooyoung. You knew you couldn’t force him to remember you so you avoided that. And he knew he couldn’t just outrightly tell you the truth cause it's been years since he last properly talked to you.

So he feels slightly embarrassed to actually talk to you and get close to you again. Today was no different as you all hung out at the mall for the day. You wore a blue floral off shoulder dress that stops at your mid thighs. You paired your outfit with a white converse, and your hair left in a straight wavy look.

Seonghwa picked you up as usual, only to compliment you on your look.

You arrived at the mall a few minutes before some of them, with Yeosang, Hongjoong and San already there. You were just leaning against the wall in between Yeosang and San, only to rest your head on Yeosang’s arm.

You were just talking to Hongjoong when you heard Yeosang call out to some familiar names. You lifted your head off his arm, only to see the remaining four boys walking up to you.

That’s when you took notice of Wooyoung’s outfit. He wore a white shirt with a black leather jacket, a white denim skinny jeans and a pair of Nikes. Damn he looked good. You looked away before he felt uncomfortable, only to bury yourself against Yeosang’s side.

You ignored his teasing, saying you were just tired when he knew that wasn’t the truth. They walked around the mall for a bit when they stood on the escalator one after another.

You were standing a few steps above Wooyoung, just talking to Jongho when he noticed a group of young boys peeking under your dress’ skirt from three steps below. But both Jongho and you didn’t notice this. He climbed up the steps, walking past the boys only to quickly come up behind you and used his body to shield your dignity from them.

But what made you jump was when you felt someone snake an arm around your waist from behind. You whipped your head around, ready to curse but your eyes melted when you saw him.

“Relax. The boys behind me were peeking under your skirt so I blocked them for you.” Wooyoung said softly, making you glance past his shoulder to see a group of young boys looking fairly annoyed at Wooyoung.

With that being said, you looked back at Wooyoung only to smile softly and said, “Thank you.”

Wooyoung could feel his heart skip a beat as they arrived on the top floor. What you thought he would let go of your waist, you were proven wrong. Wooyoung kept his arm around your waist, keeping it there naturally and it surprised you.

What you did realize is the way he kept looking back so you decided to do the same. You saw the same boys trailing behind you and this made you slightly uncomfortable.

You looked at Wooyoung who was already staring at you. Just then, you noticed the inner corner of his lips curving up into a smile.

You mimicked his expression as he playfully bopped your nose with his own, making you giggle.

Neither of you realized where you were going until the rest of them stopped in front of a restaurant. That’s when Wooyoung finally pulled away from you and you immediately missed his touch. Since that day, you couldn’t forget the way he hugged your waist, protecting you from potential harassment.

That was enough to make your heart melt even more for him. All you needed to know now is if he really doesn’t remember you or if he’s just been pretending this whole time.

It has been a month since that incident at the mall. Although Jongho was the only one who saw the small interaction between you and Wooyoung, he wasn’t one to rat people out. With that being said, nobody else except Jongho actually saw Wooyoung holding you by your waist that day.

It was currently a Saturday late afternoon and the boys invited you to hangout at Chan’s shared apartment with San and Wooyoung.

Since you were from your girls day out with Jennie, Lisa and Yeri, you were wearing a white skater skirt with a baby blue bralette that acts as a crop top for you. Your outfit was definitely more on the explicit side but it was just the boys right? They wouldn’t mind? Would they?

You arrived at their doorstep, only to be greeted by San who immediately gave you a one over, “Woah…” San said under his breath, making you realise that maybe this outfit was a bit too much.

“My outfit’s too provocative isn’t it?” You asked, making the boy panic. “What?! No! No! You look pretty, Y/N. Even hot to be honest. It’s just… like you said, a little provocative but I love it! I think you look great.” San said as he hugged you and soon dragged you in.

Suddenly, you were too shy to enter the house filled with boys and he noticed this. San chuckled as he rested a hand on your back to guide you until you were met with those in the living room. Similarly to San, everyone’s eyes were now on you, more specifically your outfit. “Woah. Since when do you own these clothes?” Seonghwa asked, making her sigh.

“I only wear these kinds of things when I’m out with my girlfriends. And I was with them, I just got lazy to head home and change. But seeing how all of you reacted, I wouldn’t mind doing it.”

Right after you ended your speech, a series of rejections came your way and it honestly baffled you.

“I just asked you about your ownership of these clothes, I never said you looked ugly in them.” Seonghwa said with a teasing smirk on his face. You scoffed as you stole a cushion from behind Mingi only to toss it in Seonghwa’s face.

However, the conversation got cut off when the halted footsteps down the hallway caught everyone’s attention.

There Wooyoung stood, in his grey sweatpants and a plain black muscle tank. His ash grey hair cutely tousled on his head as he scanned your outfit from head to toe, suddenly feeling his throat get dry and his face get hot. Since when did his childhood neighbour get this hot?

The room fell silent until Wooyoung spoke up first to get you attention.

“You look… nice.”

His simple comment made your heart melt as you thanked him shyly before putting your purse down beside Yunho on the couch and soon excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Once you were inside, you locked the door and soon stared at yourself in the mirror. You totally don’t blame them for staring but why did you feel extra warm when Wooyoung stared at you?

Fuck, this is torture.

Meanwhile in the living room, the minute you were gone, Yeosang was the first one to whisper out loud. “In the past 4 years I’ve known her, I have never once seen her in anything like that. What is she so hot for?”

“She looked really pretty just now. But I feel bad that she looked slightly uncomfortable.” Mingi said, making Wooyoung glance at the hallway.

A few minutes later, you finally left the bathroom ready to join the others when a familiar voice called for you from down the hall. You turned around to see Wooyoung poking his head out his bedroom door. He gestured for you to come over and so you did. Once you were in front of his bedroom, he carefully pulled you in before closing the door behind him.

“Wooyoung? What are we doing here?” You asked as he walked over to his dresser, only to pull out an oversized sweater before coming back to you.

“Here, wear this. Even though the rest of us really liked your outfit and we think you look really pretty in it, we do notice you being uncomfortable wearing that around us.” The room fell quiet as you stared at the sweater in his hand before looking back up at him.

“Wooyoung-” He cut you off by gently placing the sweater in your hands, making you smile.

“Thank you.”

He smiled softly at you as he watched you put the sweater over your head. It definitely was a bit too big on you but you loved it. Especially since it had a strong scent of him. After you were done, you spoke up saying, “Let’s go.” However, before you could reach for the door handle, Wooyoung stops you by sliding an arm around your waist.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you turned around to face him. You thought he would say something but what happened next made your heart skip a beat.

Wooyoung simply pressed his lips on your softly, his eyes fluttered shut as he moved his lips against yours. You were quick to do the same, hands finding their way up his chest and around his neck. You felt him hug you, deepening the kiss when you opened your mouth for him. Wooyoung pulled away for a brief second only to kiss you again. It was a kiss that he had been longing for, and he was finally getting it.

He soon pulled away, heavy breaths mingled together as you pressed your foreheads against one another. The room fell silent, your fingertips tracing down his neck before you spoke up.

“You remember who I am, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then why… why did you act like you didn’t know me?” Wooyoung let out a soft sigh before he spoke up.

“I’m really sorry. I just thought you would have forgotten me since I treated you awfully since my dad became an addict… I’m so sorry Y/N.” Wooyoung whispered against your lips, making you cup his face.

“Shh, it’s okay… I forgive you.” You said as you kissed the tip of his nose, only for him to hug you. He buried his face in your neck, feeling him plant soft kisses onto your skin. You both stayed like that for a while, just embracing each other after all these years. You were the first to pull away, only to kiss him again.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

“I promise.”

You smiled as he pecked your lips and soon, both of you came back out to join the others. They asked you where you were, only for you to say you had a quick catch up session with Wooyoung. That stirred some confusion from them but they didn’t question any further. They also didn’t comment on the sweater that was now covering your body.

A few hours later, you were all playing a game of truth or dare as you sat in between Mingi and Wooyoung. The bottle stopped at you, making you choose dare over truth. “I dare you to kiss someone in this room right now.” You found yourself smirking as you shrugged your shoulders confidently.

“Easy.”

Without further ado, you didn’t even need to think as you turned to your left and kissed Wooyoung with a smile gracing over your lips. The gasps didn’t go unheard by you and Wooyoung but you couldn’t help but focus on your childhood neighbour.

Wooyoung reaches up to hold your face gently as the other hand snakes around your waist to pull you closer. After you pulled away with a soft giggle, Yeosang couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “Since when are you two close?”

“Actually, he was my childhood neighbour.” That’s when Hongjoong spoke up loudly in shock.

“She’s the one you’ve been telling me about?! I told you she would cross paths with you again and things would get better!” You turned to Wooyoung, only to see his ears turn red.

You found out that he had told Hongjoong everything about you and his friendship with you except for your name. You couldn’t help but laugh as Wooyoung hugged your side before kissing your cheek. This was such an endearing side of him, something you would never expect coming from a scary looking boy with two full sleeve tattoos.

Nevertheless, you were happy things got resolved between you and him.

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stillwithkoo · 4 years

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Kiss me, Heal me. 3

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When Jungkook gets injured just before an important game, he sets out to find his soulmate to heal him. In a world where soulmates can heal all kinds of illnesses by kissing, he’s desperate to find his, even if he doesn’t know you yet. What happens if he does find you? Will you kiss a stranger who claims to be your soulmate?

WC: 3k+

Warnings: Smut but it's not who you think it is, Infidelity- but jk has a shitty gf n it's mutual lol, snarky oc at the end.

tags: idiots and enemies to lovers, a lil slowburn, a bit of angst, soulmate culture, smut in the future.

A/N: this is unedited as always so sowee 👅💋 hope ya still like it tho! enjoy loves. :)

pls don’t repost my fic anywhere, if i ever find out you stole my fic idea you’ll regret it. thanks :)

You still couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. Though it was a week ago, and you've been avoiding Jungkook like he had the plague. Also, he went home awkwardly last week after that happened. You wondered if it meant something to him? To you? Of course it meant something to you, you were in-like with him. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, mayhaps you liked him. It really didn't help that you felt like heaven when he kissed you. It kinda makes you think if you were just meant to be healing soulmates and not romantic soulmates. And then there's his girlfriend too, they haven't broken up yet and what if she finds out you kissed his boyfriend? Would that make you a slut? Are you really a slut now? Ugh, maybe you are for Jungkook that is. But no. You should just forget about it, Jungkook doesn't seem like he'll leave his girlfriend for someone like you anyway. Even though you heard they were almost fighting everyday. Your best friend Charlie told you so, of course she asked how last week went and of course you cursed her for making Jungkook scheme with her against you.

But, you also told her about the kiss which she happily squealed when she found out, shipping you both. And then she proceeded to tell you about Jungkook's chaos in paradise. Why did he even kiss you? He's just making you overthink stuff, and it isn't even nighttime yet. Did he just want to help and heal you? Or was it something more? It doesn't matter you kept saying, but maybe you were just trying to convince yourself otherwise.

You went to the library to distract yourself and read some books, and of course like every cliché romance novel- (tho the romance part isn't really true) the person you were avoiding was there. Jungkook and his long curly hair that you hate. Why did he have to be so damn godlike all the time? He was in a casual polo shirt tucked in inside his pants, maybe he didn't have soccer practice today. And he looked so good you were trying not to get wet just staring at him. Maybe he noticed you were ogling him so he decided to stare at you back. But you were still embarrassed and you didn't know how to act around him now, so you went to the back aisle of the library. Not acknowledging that he was calling your name. He didn't let you go though, as he went after you to make your suffering even worse.

"Y/N, hey are you avoiding me?" he suddenly asked. You pretended to be busy reading the book you were holding, just so you didn't have to stare at his handsome face. "Oh. Hey Jungkook, of course I'm not. I'm just busy trying to catch up with school and stuff. Why'd you think so?" you replied indifferently. "You didn't listen to me when I called your name awhile ago, and I haven't seen you around campus so I thought maybe you were avoiding me. Aren't you really?" He said as he moved towards you, making you feel queasy.

"I really am not. I just didn't hear you awhile ago, and besides the whole campus is pretty big maybe we just didn't notice each other." you simply fibbed. "Okay, whatever you say. I just wanted to know how are you feeling btw? Are you feeling better now after we… kissed?" you can't believe his cocky ass would really bring up the kiss. Fck him. "I'm spectacular if you must know. And can we not bring that up ever again please? It doesn't matter anyway." you retorted sarcastically.

"Why not? Are you mad at me because I kissed you? Or are you mad because you loved it?" he said as he moved closer to you trapping you within the shelves. You couldn't breathe but it was also like you didn't care, you wanted him close to you even if you felt like dying inside too. When you finally looked at him in the eye, you weren't surprised that he was staring at you with that playful but concerned look you kinda liked. "Don't be so full of yourself, I only liked it because it healed me. There's no other reason." You tried to shove him off and get away, but he held unto you and placed his hands on your hips. "If that's true, then why can't you look at me more than a minute longer and why are you running away baby?" he whispered into your ear seductively. He then moved to look at your face, and then at your lips. Seemingly wanting to taste them again. And you wanted to taste his too, you remembered how you got almost addicted to his lips the first time you kissed. He leaned in closer and you suddenly remembered you didn't even answer his question yet. But you think you did now as you were kissing him. The kiss didn't last long as you remembered his girlfriend Chaeyoung. It was unfair to her and what if she caught you? You were almost making out with her boyfriend again. The thought was enough to make you pull away from Jungkook, leaving him a little confused.

"Why did you pull away? You can't lie to me, I know you liked kissing me too."

"Yes, maybe I did Jungkook. But it's wrong. You have a girlfriend Jungkook, what are you thinking? What about chaeyoung? Don't you care about what she'd feel?" you reasoned. "I know that, you don't have to remind me. But you're my soulmate Y/N, she's just my girlfriend. And I don't even know what I feel about her anymore, but when I kiss you I don't think about anything or anyone else."

"But we can't do this Jungkook. I can't allow you to cheat on her with me, and I can't allow you to use me while you figure out what you really feel about her. It isn't healthy for the both of us."

"I know baby, I'm sorry. I'm not using you to figure out my feelings for her or forget her, I don't know what it is yet but I feel so good when I'm with you. Can't we just forget about everything for a little while and just let it be?" he said as he cupped your cheeks with his hands. "I don't know Kook, I don't think I can forget that you're with someone else and fool around with you. If things aren't working out for the both of you, why don't you talk it out or break up?"

"It's not that easy to just talk it out with her… and I can't break up with her…" (just yet) Jungkook wanted to add.

"Well what are you planning to do? And what do you want me to do Kook? I don't wanna be the other woman. You surely don't think we'll just mess around while you're still with her?"

"I can't let her go just yet Y/N. I need to think more. But I can't let you go too. You're my soulmate, pls don't give up on me. I just need time to figure things out." Jungkook said dejectedly. "I'll wait for you Kook, I just hope you can make the right decision. Also, It's not like I can avoid you forever. But, maybe it's best if we just stay friends for now. Like friends with no funny business or benefits." You said meaning it seriously but the last part jokingly. Trying to make the mood a little better.

"That's okay with me I guess. Well friend, promise you won't avoid me now?" He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

"Promise. Just don't try to do illegal things to me." You joked. "Okay! Hmm, so you wanna go eat icecream with me at my fave ice cream shop this time?"

"Are you paying for mine? If you are then who am I to say no."

💜💋

"Babe, you feel so good inside me."

"Of course I do, I have the best pussy and you know that."

"Not to ruin the mood, but what about your boyfriend? What if he catches us here? I heard he's built, I'm not saying I'm scared but you know I hate confrontation." The guy said balls deep inside her. "What about him? He doesn't care about me, he's probably fucking someone else too. But I can't break up with him you know? We've gone through a lot, and even if he neglects me I still want & need him. And you can't blame me for wanting someone to fulfill my needs, when he doesn’t anymore. Don't worry about him catching us, he never comes here unless I tell him to. Jungkook is so obedient, but a lousy boyfriend."

After you both finished your ice creams,( you learned his fave was the cookies and cream flavor,) Jungkook didn't want to go home yet. He suggested to go to the bowling alley at the mall, to teach you how to play bowling, because you mentioned you've never played it before.

"You have to hold it like this. Place your middle and ring finger in the top 2 holes and place your thumb into the bottom hole." he instructed, after a while you were almost getting the hang of it, though Jungkook was still the best because he'd made a 'turkey' already. You found out he loved going bowling with his dad, before they fought about his goals and dreams. It's amazing how athletic he is. He's an amazing soccer player, he's good at bowling, he's an exercise muscle pig, he can probably do anything if he puts his mind to it. Maybe the only thing he can't do is leave his girlfriend for you, or like you. But it's not time for your pity party right now.

After a taxing hell week, Jungkook invited you to have a movie marathon with him as a friend at his place, to relax after the horrid week and hangout.

"What movies are we watching this time Kook?" you asked sitting on his bed comfortably, holding a bag of chips to munch on later as you watched movies. "Hmm, I was thinking we could watch all the Iron man movies, and maybe spiderman after."

"Wow you really like Iron man huh?" you teased smirking a little. "Well yeah, only uncultured swines don't." he retorted.

"I really like how pepper stayed by his side through everything. She's a brilliant woman." Jungkook says sometime during the movie. "Yeah, I haven't really seen all the iron man movies till now but I can say they suit each other well. Pun unintended." you laughed at your silly thought, making Jungkook smile too.

You were focusing on the movie when you realized Jungkook's attention wasn't fully on the movie, instead it was at you. He was staring at you and he wasn't even being subtle about it. "Hey creep, why are you staring? You're not planning to murder me are you?" You joked. "I'm not a creep and I'm not planning to murder you, I was just admiring the view." You felt a blush forming in your cheeks at his words. Did he mean he was admiring you? That you were the view? The view isn't even that beautiful though, you thought insecure.

"Stop joking around Kook." you told him shrugging him off. "I'm not though, but I'll stop. Wouldn't want you falling for me even more." He cockily remarked. You knew he was joking but you couldn't help but get pissed a little by his joke. It was like he was trying to rile you up and for what? You couldn't do anything with him. You shouldn't, besides you already had an agreement. "As if Kook, keep dreaming."

"I'll keep dreaming of you then."

"Shut up or I'm really gonna get mad now."

"Okay, okay. I was just teasing babe don't be mad, I'm sorry."

"Let's just continue watching the movie okay?"

"Yeah, of course." he said awkwardly.

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You were out buying something at the store when you saw someone familiar passing by. Was that Chaeyoung? Jungkook's girlfriend? After taking the items you bought you followed her, as you were curious if Jungkook was with her at the mall too. But to your surprise she entered a resto, and the guy waiting for her wasn't Jungkook. It was some guy you didn't know but they looked kinda close if you must say. Thinking he was just a friend, you were about to go on your way when you saw at the corner of your eye that they were a little too close to be just friends. She fed him some food and they were sweet with each other. An ugly thought geared in your head. She wasn't cheating on Jungkook wasn't she? But if she were then it would be so unfair to him.

You had the sudden urge to ask her what she was doing when you realized it wasn't your place and your business to butt in. You also remembered that you kissed his boyfriend so you were conflicted. Isn't it hypocritical to hate her for possibly cheating on Jungkook, when Jungkook kinda did the same? Their relationship is kinda fucked up if you think about it, and you don't want to be a part of it. But how can you not be affected when you've already sinned with your soulmate. You decided to go home instead of snitching her to Jungkook, as you thought it wasn't the right time yet. Also, you needed more proof and to know the truth if she really was doing it.

You were back again at Jungkook's place to do a project for school, as the universe decided to make you partners for this class project. Maybe it's the soulmate effect, ew. You should stop being delulu, you thought. You weren't gonna lie and say you don't enjoy spending time with Jungkook though, He was always so adorable and kind. Except for times when his cockiness gets the best of him, he was enjoyable to be around with. "So, which part do you wanna do first?" you asked. "Hmm, maybe the easy one first?" you laughed a little, of course he'd choose the easy part to do. "Okay. You'll do the vocabulary part and I'll do the introduction summary for now." You stated. He agreed and you both proceeded to do the project, chatting occasionally to ask some questions about it. You just finished your tasks for today, when Jungkook decided to make a dad joke and it was actually a good one- or maybe you're just lame that's why you found it so funny that you had tears in the corner of your eyes from laughing so much. Someone decided to knock on his door interrupting your crack fiasco, and you remembered to get yourself together and stop giggling like a crackhead.

"Chaeyoung? Why are you here?" Jungkook said as soon as he opened his door, his girlfriend appearing in front of him. "Because you weren't answering your phone Kook, and now I see why." She retorted, looking at you accusingly. She had put weird extensions on her hair, making her look quite ratchet. But her outfit was kinda nice, it was slutty like her. "Well Y/N's here because we're doing a school project, it's not what you're thinking Chae."

"And what am I thinking Kook? Care to tell me how you know what's on my mind?" she said sarcastically. "I'm just saying the stupid things you're thinking aren't real, babe." Chaeyoung got angry at his statement. "Are you saying I'm stupid Jungkook? How dare you!" she screamed.

"I never said that, you're the one who said it. Are we really gonna fight right now again? Because I don't have the time or energy for it. So can we do it some other time? Not right now when Y/N's here." Instead of being ashamed, the things Jungkook said just seemed to rile up his girlfriend more. "And so fcking what if she's here Kook? I don't care about her, and you shouldn't too. Your business with her is done! You shouldn't be meeting up with her anymore, but look at you hoeing around behind my back." You wanted to defend Jungkook, but you remembered that you did kiss him and that made you feel a little guilty. Though, you agreed to be just friends right now. "I'm not hoeing around Chaeyoung! Stop accusing me of doing things I'm not doing. I care about Y/N because she's my soulmate, and you should respect her as a person if you can't respect us being connected in each other's lives." Jungkook retorted right back at her. "If you're not playing around then why do I feel like you are Kook? A woman's instincts are never wrong. You've been cold to me. And whenever we talk, we just fight. Is it really crazy for me to think that it's because you want something or someone new?" she cried crocodile tears.

"I'm sorry if you feel that way, but It's not wholly my fault. You always seem to find mistakes in me and accuse me of stupid shit I didn't do, that's why we're always fighting. You say I never communicate, but when I try to- you're the one who doesn't listen to me. I don't even know what to do with you anymore Chae. I don't know what to do with us." Jungkook sighed, quite exhausted with the whole conversation they're having. It was so awkward for you to witness them fighting, that you wanted to get out of the room already. So you told Jungkook you were leaving.

"Kook, I'm sorry to butt-in but maybe I should leave now? We're almost done with the project anyway." Jungkook was about to reply and escort you out, but his girlfriend chimed in. "You really only thought to leave now? When you could've done that ages ago? Come to think of it, it's your fault why we're fighting again. You're an annoying little slut." Jungkook was embarrassed and bummed at his girlfriend for insulting you like that, she was being paranoid and a bitch. You decided not to mind her and say anything, even though her bitch ass was really getting into your nerves. "Chaeyoung shut up!" he told her.

"No. Why should I shut up when it's true? It's her fcking fault for being such a flirty whore trying to steal you away from me! You're not even gonna deny it are you?" You couldn't help but answer her as you couldn't take the bullshit she was spouting anymore. "I don't usually respond to background noise and nonsense people, but since you wanted my attention so badly- I'm gonna tell you this. I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend, so please get out of your imagination now, It's not healthy." You retorted snarkily. You were about to get out of the door, but you couldn't help but tell her one last thing before you go,

"And before you call me a whore, make sure you're not one."

And you coolly went out of the door and walked away from them, leaving poor slutty Chaeyoung stunned.

TBC. 💜

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hotel blue moon | 7

"Zombie Kid. Have you read my books?"

“I’m too old for fairytales.”

part 1 | part 6 | part 8 | read on page (not for the mobile app, but prettier)

a/n: han sejoo is from chicago typewriter, a drama about writers and ghosts!

Unfortunately, trips must end, and at the end of them one must return to reality. For Moonyoung, that meant Sangin.

He appeared at her hotel room carrying bags of food and a deep, deep frown. Moonyoung and Kangtae had stopped at another roadside restaurant on the way back and eaten some cheap meat, but Moonyoung never said no to food. She was always still hungry anyway.

She let him set things up on the table, mostly ignoring when she knocked some empty cups over. "How was your trip?" he inquired, mixing the noodles and serving them into a ridiculous paper plate. "Where did you go?" He had that tone on, like he was trying to scare her with polite inquiries. She rolled her eyes.

"Hwaseong. It was fun."

"And Moon Kangtae?"

She could almost still feel his leg pressing against hers like it had in that cafe. Skin, fabric. His eyes on her, from every slow line up her legs to the quick scan after that man had almost hit her. Had fun? he'd asked. "He was fun too," she said finding her lips curling into a satisfied smirk—you'd almost think something had happened. And while it was a true shame that nothing had, there was always the next time, and the next time, and the next. Moonyoung had absolutely no intention of leaving the man alone now.

"Moonyoung," Sangin was saying, and she rolled her eyes and dragged herself back to the far less interesting present company. "Do you like him? Do you want him?" His tone was accusatory and annoying, but she didn't care.

"Yes. Moon Kangtae. I guess everyone I like is a Moon. Did the Moon clan do me a favour in a past life?"

Sangin didn't even bother to look offended. "Moonyoung, you don't know anything about him! You can't just go off on a trip like that with a stranger! Hwaseong? That's hours away! What did you do? "

"Ruined an election," she said, then held up a hand when Sangin looked like he'd burst a vessel or three. "Don't worry, none of the cameras were on me, and I wasn't recognised."

"Who the hell is this guy?" Sangin muttered. "Seungjae told me she gave you that report on him. I went to that hotel. That place isn't any fancy hotel. Ruined an election? They don't even have a website! This guy isn't trustworthy, Moonyoung."

Her smile dropped. That, at least—was true. About the hotel, anyway. As for trust—she didn't trust anyone, and she was too smart to be scammed and too violent to get hurt. Sangin, of all people, should know that. But the hotel... it remained a problem. Oh, she'd asked him a few questions, but his answers hadn't been particularly helpful, and she'd pushed it aside in favour of more interesting things, but... "I don't want his hotel," she told Sangin all the same, because she wasn't interested in him being right or reasonable. "I want him.”

Still, once Sangin was gone, she looked up Hotel Blue Moon and—

—he was right. No website.

She dreamed of the hotel once again. Towers rose into the sky, a palace grander than the one she hadn't seen in years, with pointed roofs and balustraded balconies. Windows both lit and unlit left a pretty silhouette on the night sky. And above all of it—a shining blue crescent.

They met for dinner at a mall near the restaurant where she had a short reading. She waited at the exit once everyone had left, tapping her foot. Sangin had tried to convince her out of it, but Moonyoung had ignored him until he left, looking disgruntled and snapping at the art director.

Kangtae arrived, looking—somehow—even better than usual. She smirked when he got to her, tilting her head back. "We match," she said, and he looked between the cream collars of his shirt, and her own matching outfit, and nodded. "Shall we?"

The restaurant was close enough to walk, which was perhaps not ideal, as Moonyoung was still tossing up whether or not she would drag him back to her hotel room after dinner. It depended on how the night went, she supposed—though looking at the fit of that suit, she was leaning just a little more towards it. "Was that a signing?" he asked as they approached a crossing.

She hummed. "A reading." An American businessman who was apparently a very big fan had made a deal with Sangin to push distribution at his existing stores in the US, and in return she was one of the writers doing a reading at the brand new opened store. The eye of attention, fortunately, was not on her but on thriller novelist Han Sejoo—fortunate because, as much as she liked attention, she did not want cameras hovering around her before her date. Since Han Sejoo was there, they had all run after him, which made for a nice change.

"What did you read?" he asked.

She looked at him. "Zombie Kid. Have you read my books?"

He shook his head no. "I'm too old for fairy tales."

She scoffed. "Is there a rule that says adults can't read fairytales? You're not that old—the perfect age."

Kangtae looked amused, though she couldn't think why. "I'm older than you think."

She leaned up as much as her heels could allow, as though checking for wrinkles. "Are you? How much older? A few months? A year or two?" She mock-gasped. "Are you a vampire?"

Kangtae's let his mouth slowly pull open, teeth glinting as he smirked at her, and she barely avoided visibly shaking. That was—definitely intentional. Bastard. "You've caught me. I'm a hundred of years old vampire. Is that in one of your fairytales?"

The crossing lights stopped. They were two minutes from the restaurantùbut only ten from the parking lot where her car was, and a fifteen minute drive to her hotel room. Dinner was suddenly less appetizing than taking him there. "Eat me and it will be," she said, leaning to say it almost into his ear.

Kangtae looked, just for a second, like he was really going to eat her, right there on the sidewalk—but whatever he was going to say or do was interrupted by a flower inserting itself between their faces.

Moonyoung took a step back to stop her eyes crossing as the flower bobbed in and out of focus. An old woman in an apron and neckerchief stood there with a basket of similar flowers, still holding the one out. "Mister, please buy a pretty flower for your pretty girlfriend. Oh, you're so pretty! Mister, do you like flowers?"

"What—" Kangtae started to say. Moonyoung frowned as everything on his face, so open just seconds ago, vanished behind a mask, face hardening. "We don't want flowers," he said in the end.

"I do," Moonyoung said, taking the flower, even though it was nothing special—white, trumpet-shaped, with thin petals. "How much is it?" she asked.

"Oh, you're so pretty, it's free for you," the old woman said, her smile just that little bit too sweet, voice just too high, to be genuine.

The light changed right after Moonyoung took the flower, and the old woman walked away, mutterin about pretty flowers under her breath. Moonyoung turned around just as her high-pitched voice disappeared—but a car hid her, and when it passed, she was gone. She looked at Kangtae. "What was that?" she asked.

He looked at the flower, then at her—and then, almost as though he had never been tense, his brows relaxed, his lips pulling up into a smile as fake as hers on a camera. "Let's go?" he asked. Moonyoung watched, fascinated, as the man pretended he hadn't been tense at all. Was it self-control? What about the woman had angered him, anyway? She hummed and turned to face the front, picking at the thin petals.

Who was Moon Kangtae?

They got to the restaurant and found it had overbooked, and Moonyoung would ordinarily complain, but she had something to say that she would rather not be interrupted by waiters and servers.

"Your CEO called me," Kangtae said though, before she could bring it up.

Moonyoung felt her lips pulling up. One wrong word and she was perfectly ready to eviscerate Sangin. "What did he say?" she asked.

"He said that you like pretty things. That you wanted to eat me alive, so I should stay away from you."

She let out a little laugh. Trust Sangin to try to ward someone away from her by warning him about her—hadn't he just been telling her about stranger danger as if he was her parent last night? Or maybe he just thought they were both dangerous for each other. It wouldn't surprise her; Sangin was terribly boring about people. Practical, he called it. "So? Why are you still here?"

"I'm not scared of you."

Moonyoung smirked. "You should read my fairytales. They have lots of beautiful witches—you'll like them." Kangtae looked amused, but Moonyoung had something more to add. "And they have castles, just like your hotel."

He raised his head, taking a step closer, the mask drawing back down over his features. "What did you say?"

"Your hotel. It's just like a palace, isn't it? I saw it twice."

He swallowed, and there it was—that tension. He was almost searching her eyes. "When did you see it?"

She raised her head. "At night. I dreamt of you."

"What was in the dream?" he asked, voice low enough to be illegal. She moved closer still, until there was just a whisper between them.

"You," she said, raising the flower between them. "Me. My bed." She paused, watching as his eyes flicked down to her lips and back. She held the edge of a petal to her lower lip, barely stopping herself from sucking it in. He was barely breathing. "You protected me." She added at the end. "And... Hotel Blue Moon."

One moment passed. Two. For those moments, she thought he was going to say something. Explain—somehow. But then the shutters were back, and the tension bled from Kangtae's head to sit in his shoulders and back. She had never though he was the looming sort, but apparently he was. "Forget about that dream, Ko Moonyoung," he said, strained voice at odds with the smile on his face. "And forget about that hotel."

And he turned around and began to walk away.

#kdramanetwork #psycho but it's okay #it's okay to not be okay #pbio fanfiction #iotnbo fanfic #mine #minefic #pbiofic #hotel blue moon #experimenting with posting in between episodes because like...i wanna know what time is good for posting even tho ik this will #probably get lost in the tags amongst liveblogs and gifsets #but hey lets try it!#anyway the ust in this one........ i have to say i was like !!! at the damn vampire line and IM THE ONE WRITING

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empyreanwritings · 4 years

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Idk if model!reader technically knows mob!wanda’s job but maybe the reason she relishes in the power is because she’d had her own bad girl party princess era and the thrill of it all. Her run ins with the law being much more benign like probably fake ids or flashing someone but still it excited her. Now there’s the added benefit of feeling untouchable and strong when she’s with wanda

You weren’t the type to stir up a lot of trouble growing up. Sometimes you’d get caught by the local authorities with a fake ID in your wallet or the X’s washed off your hands but nothing major. You didn’t see the need in going crazy, especially when you were trying to make a life for yourself. Criminal records didn’t look good on models.

What intrigued you, though, was the way the police seemed to turn a blind eye whenever you were around. As if they were telling you, if wanted to do something illegal, you could get away with almost anything.

When you were at the mall and the sensor went off near the entrance, you quickly walked over to the security so he could check your bags. You knew there was nothing in there because you could afford to buy everything you wanted, but you wanted to make sure no one accused you of anything.

Instead of checking your bag, he gave you a wink and told you to tell Wanda he said hello.

It was something that happened to you more often than not, and you always wondered if they were scared of Wanda or if they just respected her enough to let things go. Either way, you weren’t going to question it.

You still had no desire to do anything crazy, but you liked the idea that one day you could use a “Get out of jail free” card if you needed to.

“What are you thinking about?” Wanda asked when she saw your gaze was focused on something far away.

“Oh! Nothing,” you hummed and popped another fry into your mouth. “Just thinking about what it would be like to get away with murder.”

“You watch too much of that show.”

“I know, but it sure does give me some ideas!”

You both laugh, knowing you don’t mean a word of what you are saying, but it was fun to entertain the idea.

#mob monday #mob!wanda #model!reader #mob!wanda x model!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff drabble

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raleighcarrera · 4 years

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holiday writing requests

wow feels weird to use the post title feature sdkjfdglfkgjfkjg

ANYWAY i’m opening up winter/holiday themed writing requests for choices & twc !! my goal is to do as many of these as i can before the end of the year but i’m going to try to space them out so please be patient and i’m sorry if i don’t get to yours or if it takes awhile

and thank you all for making my time here so far in 2020 so much fun and for being so nice to me since i made this blog in may ❤️

if you have a specific scenario or request in mind, just send me an ask, but otherwise a list of assorted prompts i’m accepting is under the cut !!

from here - winter/cold weather prompts:

1. first snowfall 2. hot chocolate 3. ice skating 4. blankets 5. fireplace 6. fuzzy socks 7. scarf 8. snowball 9. sweater 10. snuggling 11. snowed - in 12. mistletoe 13. candles 14. winter sunrise 15. eggnog

from here - winter/holiday writing prompts:

1. mistletoe kissing booth 2. makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful 3. snowball fight turns flirting, turns serious, then flirty again 4. snowed in and huddling for warmth 5. home for the holidays, but my parents won’t let us share a room so we sneak out to see each other

from here - winter/holiday sentence starters:

1. “it’s cold out here, can i borrow your jacket?” 2. “warm my hands up?” 3. “look! it’s snowing!” 4. “the car won’t start...” 5. “it’s supposed to snow tonight, you should just stay here...” 6. “i haven’t felt warmth in approximately twenty-three days.” 7. “that blanket looks big enough for two!” 8. “you’re cute when you’re cold.” 9. “it smells like i just walked into cinnamon hell.” 10. “can’t we stay in bed? it’s cold outside...” 11. “you’re not getting sick again, are you?” 12. “i’ll take care of you.” 13. “don’t slip!” 14. “i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel.” 15. “so... the tree is too big to fit through the door.” 16. “last minute gift shopping is an art, and you’re not ready for it.” 17. “all i want for christmas is you.” 18. “can i open just one? pleasseeee?” 19. “don’t be such a downer, mr scrooge.” 20. “i have michael bublé’s entire discography and an unopened bottle of wine.” 21. “i couldn’t find any gelt, but we do have raisins!” 22. “please don’t burn the house down.” 23. “normal people don’t own this many candles.” 24. “that’s the ugliest sweater i’ve ever seen.”

from here - winter/holiday prompts

1. “it’s almost midnight!” 2. “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” 3. “why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?” 4. “if you throw a snowball at my face so help me.” 5. “open your present!” 6. “wanna get shit faced instead?” 7. “why is there mistletoe everywhere?” 8. “i’m still sad you won’t be home for christmas.” 9. “aren’t you afraid of setting the house on fire with all the lights?” 10. “i hope you break your ass on that ice.” 11. “wait, no one got you anything?” 12. “so... we’re kind of snowed in.” 13. “it looks like the north pole threw up.” 14. “are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?” 15. “you didn’t think i’d let you spend christmas alone, did you?” 16. “i told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.” 17. “does that stocking have my name on it?” 18. “and now the power’s out.” 19. “you’ve never had a new year’s kiss?” 20. “you’re kind of cute when you look like rudolph.”-“the reindeer?”-“no, my dentist. yes, the reindeer.”

from here - december fanfic prompts

1. a snowball fight 2. overly bundled up for the weather 3, decorating the tree 4. ruining the holiday dinner 5. secret santa gift exchange 6. unwrapping presents 7. making cookies 8. new holiday traditions 9. work holiday party 10. eating candy canes 11. traveling for the holiday 12. a holiday proposal 13. drunk at new year’s party 14. a new year’s kiss

from here - christmas/winter starters

“sorry, it’s not me, it’s the eggnog.” “just so you know, i’m kind of stuck in the christmas lights.” “looks like you’re getting coal this year.” “i just took an online quiz and it said i was on the naughty list! if it was you i could see it, but not me!” “are you seriously crying over rudolph...?” “i just called to tell you merry christmas.” “please stop singing christmas songs.” “if you ring those dumb jingle bells one more time, i will wring your neck.” “oh my god, is that mistletoe...?” “what kind of christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?”

from here - holiday au prompts

1. we don’t like each other, but we’re at a mutual friend’s christmas party and we keep getting caught under the mistletoe together 2. we both work at the mall’s pictures with santa event. you shouldn’t be able to look that attractive in an elf’s costume and we should not be hooking up in santa’s cottage on our break 3. why can’t you turn your christmas lights off at a reasonable hour? they’re way too bright and some of us are trying to sleep. if you won’t turn them off, i’ll turn them off myself 4. my parents keep pestering me about a boy/girlfriend, so i lied and now i need you to be my fake boy/girlfriend for the holidays 5. if you sing one more christmas song, I’m breaking the radio and kicking you out of the car. i don’t care how cute you are, i can’t take one more rendition of santa baby or all i want for christmas is you 6. you didn’t have anywhere to go for the holidays, so i invited you to come home with me as friends but my parents now think we’re dating

from here - more christmas aus

1. “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled, please come inside.” 2. “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years.” 3. person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there?”) 4. i knitted you a jumper/mittens/scarf 5. “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now... we’re just... staring... at each other...” 6. "our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt, i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 7. “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now.” 8. TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute) 9. PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 10. “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”

from here - christmas/holiday starters

1. “woah, someone drank too much egg nog.” 2. “i can’t believe i’m all alone during the holidays.” 3. “i hate snow. and smiling children.” 4. “if i hear one more christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.” 5. “the limit was $20, people. why do I see an iPhone?” 6. “i know who got me this. there’s only one person who knows me this well. it’s you.” 7. “this is really corny... but you’re already a gift to me.” 8. “have i been naughty this year?” 9. “oh, i’d ride in your sleigh.” 10. “your eyes twinkle like tree lights.” 11. “great, now my flight is delayed…” 12. “how am i supposed to get home in this weather?” 13. "do these dreidel cake pops look pinterest-y enough?” 14. “it’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. all holidays are made up.”

from here - new year’s starters

1. “will you kiss me at midnight?” 2. “here's hoping the new year is better than the last.” 3. “this is the perfect way to ring in the new year.” 4. “i don't feel well...” 5. “did you just kiss me?” 6. “the stars are prettier than the fireworks.” 7. “let's ring in the new year right.” 8. “are you drunk?” 9. “can we go home?” 10. “hold my hand.” 11. “i think i drank too much.” 12. “let's get a cab.” 13. “you look silly.”

from here - cold weather starters

1. “it’s hand holding season.” 2. “i got the biggest blanket for us to share.” 3. “your cheeks are so red; it’s so cute!” 4. “this scarf isn’t big enough for two people.” 5. “maybe if i kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.” 6. “hug me; i’m cold and love you.” 7. “are you cold? let’s cuddle, it’ll make you warmer.” 8. “what time is it? don’t answer, it’s christmas.” 9. “if it snows, wake me up.” 10. “christmas songs this early?” 11. “please stay warm; i don’t want you to get sick.” 12. “i refuse to let you go – i’m cold.” 13. “it’s icy outside – also, can you help me limp to the couch?” 14. “i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 15. “i’m glad I get to spend this season with you.” 16. “are you shivering?” 17. “i ran you a bath since it’s freezing outside.” 18. “stay in bed with me, it’s warmer here.” 19. “i don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.” 20. “are you blushing or cold?” 21. “oh, darn, i seem to have forgotten my mittens – please warm my hands?” 22. “i don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.” 23. “well, you can never have too much hot chocolate.” 24. “i’m gonna stay up and wait for it to snow.” 25. “being with you makes the season even better.” 26. “since it’s cold should i start calling you ‘snow angel’?” 27. “are you going to share this coat with me all night?”

#writing prompts tag #anyway just send me a pairing and the prompt you want and happy holidays you guys 💕#love u #also if anyone wants to take any of these prompts i don't own them so feel free !! just link back to the original posts and give credit ok

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stevebillyrecs · 5 years

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Summer of ‘85 Fic Recs

If you live in the northern hemisphere and are anything like me, you’re starting to really miss summer right about now! Or maybe you hate the heat, and want to experience it only from a distance by reading about it in your safe, cool living room. Or hey, maybe you’re only in it for the lifeguard crop tops, sailor shorts, and ice cream licking, that’s valid, too. In any case, I’m here to interrupt the Halloween mood with some sweet, sticky summer fun (or summer angst, or summer smut)!

Included: fics featuring Scoops, Starcourt Mall, Hawkins Community Pool, the Fourth of July, and other summer shenanigans. Not included: fics dealing with all the other stuff that happened in S3, recovery fics, fics set after the epilogue or outside of Hawkins.

35 fics under the cut – happy reading!

Salted Caramel (And Other Flavors) by kate_button / @un-buttoned (3k, E)

Billy’s all tan and smug and shitty and Steve has. Feelings about it. He’s not too happy about it - Billy’s kind of a dick. And Steve can’t stop thinking about the way he smells. It’s a Problem.

there’s something about a sailor by gothyringwald / @gothyringwald (1k, E)

Billy gets Steve to leave the sailor hat on.

bloom by crappyfriday / @softloucre (20k, NR)

In a small town in Indiana, two boys spend the summer listening to music, eating summer fruits, smoking weed, and falling in love with each other. Vignettes throughout the summer of ‘85.

so many ways to talk about longing by lymricks / @lymricks (3k, M)

Steve wakes up–in a pool lounger–to Billy Hargrove looming over him. Billy pushes his sunglasses down and Steve thinks sleepily that it must be so that Steve gets the full impact of Billy’s narrow-eyed glare. “Harrington,” Billy says. “We’re fucking closed.” (or, three times Billy doesn’t let Steve touch the radio and one time he kind of does).

Bright by Kerasines / @kerasines (10k, E)

Steve’s face looks golden in the light of the setting sun, and when he drops his eyes from where he was holding Billy’s gaze, his eyelashes paint shadows on the light flush of red in his cheeks. He looks so fucking pretty that Billy’s breathless with it. Doesn’t know what to do, just holds still and can’t tear his eyes from his face as Steve leans in close, too close, to put lotion onto the front of his shoulders, rubbing it in carefully, so carefully, as if he’s trying not to hurt Billy. Touching Billy’s chest, staring at it where it rises with every shallow breath under Steve’s hands. Then he looks up, straight into Billy’s eyes, and Billy’s sure his brain stops working for a second.

Cherry by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (WIP, 33k, E)

They’ve got ten minutes before Steve’s break is up and he has to go back to wishing for death with a smile.

I Like The Way You Look At Me by XxmerthurcatxX / @callmelilyshameless (800, T)

Steve stares a lot. Billy doesn’t mind.

No Running At The Pool! by Thei / @ihni (2k, NR)

“So”, she said, faux-casually, and thus sending a chill down everyone’s spines, “what you’re saying is that you care about us?” “No”, he said gruffly. “I said that you’re not drowning on my watch. I’m a lifeguard. It’s my job. If you’re gonna drown, do it in your own time.” Another smile, sweet like poisoned honey. “But this is our own time. And you’re off duty.”

Those American Thighs by Veeebles (2k, E)

He smokes the rest of Steve’s cigarette, tosses the butt away into the trees and lounges down beside him. Steve is still just sitting there, staring at how Billy stretches his body out, arms behind his head as he bathes in the sun. Those swim shorts should be illegal. They pull tight over his skin, leave absolutely nothing to the imagination where his dick is concerned, and barely reach past his mid-thigh.

something good right now by Highsmith / @rhubarbdreams (1k, M)

When Billy’s skin is almost feverishly hot from the sun, Steve’s fingertips touch his freckles like they’d touch the inside of him, carefully and longingly.

The Drowning of Will Byers by hoppnhorn / @hoppnhorn (2k, M)

Billy never imagined working as a lifeguard would mean actually saving a life.

spark to a flame by gothyringwald / @gothyringwald (1k, T)

Billy’s stomach swoops. He can’t believe he’s holding hands with Steve Harrington, watching fireworks over the quarry. It’s so stupid and girly and…and…fucking romantic.

Buckle (When You Think of Me) by trashcangimmick / @trashcangimmick (4k, E)

Billy doesn’t really ask. He just kind of does stuff. Steve is apparently filthy enough to be cool with it.

cherry pie by brawlite / @brawlite & ToAStranger / @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (133k, E)

Billy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better. Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.

A Day at the Fair by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (500, G)

It’s pink. It’s a flamingo.

You Got That Hair Slicked Back (and Those Wayfarers On) by moonflowers / @eatingmoonflowers (4k, M)

Five times Billy knows Steve is hiding something, and one time he finds out what it is.

you (FINALLY) rule by brutesa / @brutesa (3k, G)

“Ahoy, ladies!” Steve calls out when a group of girls enter the shop. Behind him, Robin rolls her eyes, picking up the whiteboard marker.

and you’re trying not to tell him by lymricks / @lymricks (3k, M)

Whatever. They don’t talk, is the point, and Billy doesn’t need to finish all these big, deep, tragic sentences in his head. He needs to know if Harrington can’t swim. For lifeguard reasons. It’s his job, all right?

I’m so bad, best that you’ve had by kate_button / @un-buttoned (4k, E)

Steve doesn’t like mustaches. Billy grows one because he’s Like That. Steve bitches about it. A lot. Until he doesn’t.

Turned Bitch by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (2k, E)

Steve’s rock bottom has a name—Billy Hargrove.

ice ice baby by hoppnhorn / @hoppnhorn (1k, E)

“It’s just so hot out here.” And then the fucker takes the ice cube, rolls it down his chin, along his neck, and down to his collarbone. “I need something to cool off.” Steve usually would suggest using the pool sitting less than a few feet away. But he’s not that incredibly thick. He knows a game when he sees one, and he’s not about to give Billy any reason to stop putting that ice cube where Steve wants his tongue to go.

something happens and i’m by brawlite / @brawlite (10k, E)

Billy loves his job as at the Hawkins Community Pool. It’s even better now that Steve Harrington’s a lifeguard, too.

Scoops by itscrybabyharrington / @itscrybabyharrington (1k, E)

Steve presses his face against the cool lid of the ice cream freezer, watching the metal fog up with each gasp that slips from his mouth. It feels good against his overheated skin, a contrast to the solid wall of heat that is Billy pressed up behind him, fucking into him with enough force Steve finds himself lifting up on his tippy toes trying to squirm away. Or, Billy fucks Steve with an ice cream scoop.

I Couldn’t Help It, It Had To Be You by moonflowers / @eatingmoonflowers (4k, T)

Determined to overcome a summer of boredom and too much ice cream, Steve joins the Hawkins running group. Unfortunately, it turns out the secondary purpose of said group is for the ladies of Hawkins to gush about the effect Billy Hargrove is having on their rosebushes. But maybe if Steve wasn’t so busy being offended by Hargrove’s mere existence, he’d realise he’s completely missing the point.

Holy Shit! by harleygirl2648 / @somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds (2k, T)

There’s no swearing on duty, even if those are the only words that apply to a sudden realization that is going to ruin/better your entire summer.

Back Atcha, Pretty Boy by XxmerthurcatxX / @callmelilyshameless (2k, E)

Steve goes to the pool to pick up the kids still in his Scoops Ahoy uniform and is less than thrilled to find out that Billy is the new Hawkins Pool lifeguard. Honestly, who thought putting Billy in those tiny ass swim trunks was a good idea? It was doing things to Steve’s brain that he’d rather not think too hard about. But he doesn’t have to worry since it seems like Billy is pretty taken with Steve’s sailor uniform…

Hopeless by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (400, G)

Steve Harrington has chest hair.

wicked little town by gothyringwald / @gothyringwald (20k, E)

The summer after graduation stretches before Steve, seemingly endless and utterly empty. He can’t remember ever being this bored in his life. But when he runs into Billy one night, after hearing a rumour about him at a party, it feels like summer might not be so boring after all.

Tacky Tattoos and Red Trunks by mAadMax / @c0bblenygma (2k, E)

Steve keeps hearing about Billy’s new tattoo and can’t help but being curious about it.

Billy, Steve, Robin and the Not-Obsession by williamastankova / @samaraclegane (3k, G)

In a nutshell, Billy is convinced Steve and Robin are secretly dating (even though they’re really, really not) and it starts to get on their nerves - especially Steve’s.

A Simple Plan by flippyspoon / @flippyspoon (5k, T)

Billy has a plan. Steve hanging out at the pool is definitely not a part of it.

Lets hear it for the boy! by nipsu / @nipsus (1k, T)

It’s raining and without thinking Billy gives Steve a ride home. Steve’s shirt is see through and Billy drools like a baby.

You Are What You Eat by XxmerthurcatxX / @callmelilyshameless (800, T)

Steve eats a banana. Billy likes it. A lot.

Won’t You Lay Me Down in Tall Grass (and Let Me Do My Stuff) by moonflowers / @eatingmoonflowers (6k, T)

Fourth of July BBQ at the Byers’. Billy takes out a demodog with a lawn chair while wearing red speedos and smoking a cigarette. Other things happen too, but that’s a highlight.

Ocean of Flavor by itscrybabyharrington / @itscrybabyharrington (700, G)

Billy shouldn’t even be back here, if they get caught it would only add on to the multitude of reasons Steve should rightfully be fired.

#harringrove #harringrove fics #reclist #stranger things #trope:summer85

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onisiondrama · 4 years

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PART 3 - videos #5 & #6

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- Says as he’s making this series, apparently he’s being left. He’s not joking. He was warned several times that if he talked about things publicly he’d be dumped, but things keep getting worse and worse. He wanted to talk about it because it’s getting so out of control and if someone wants to leave him for that [he shrugs]. He doesn’t want to go through his life thinking about how he didn’t talk and say what happened. It’s his personal right to let people know what’s happening in his life. It sucks people want to leave him for telling the other side of the story. Kai wants to live a drama free life. They don’t want to put up with it anymore. He’s continuing because he is who he is and he wants to move on with his life. It’s the only option for him because he’s a Scorpio. - Back to Billie. He doesn’t think Billie has any mental disorders. He think she’s competent and intelligent. He laughs and says she took an IQ test in front of him and she got 126, but they’re not always accurate. - Billie lied to him multiple times. Says people say there were contracts, but the contracts said to be nice to each other. If you ever see them they say don’t get jealous and to be nice to people. One of the contracts said if you have an issue with someone to sit down and have tea to talk about it. People have their reasons to make things seem worse than they are. More views, more clicks, more money. Says there’s not much wrong with Billie. - Billie broke up with Kai once, but never broke up with Greg. He broke up with her 4 to 7 times. He broke up with her for lying at one point and for doing illegal drugs at one point. It was illegal in her area but not his. Marijuana is not a big deal unless there’s toddlers around or if it’s illegal. She would continue to do illegal drugs in Vermont or Virginia. He asks if Vermont is a city. She admitted she did that. A lot of people don’t care, but he cares. It’s sucks to subject others to potentially get arrested because they’re associated with you. Saw in a livestream someone asked where the cocaine was and she made a surprised face. - She seems like a normal person. He felt so much love for her, then he’d be disappointed in a lie and have to break up. - Sarah was VERY platonic. She was just a friend that hung around the house in Puyallup Washington. Billie publicly stated in a Younow that there was nothing going on between Sarah, Greg and Kai. He says everyone knew except one person that really hates him. - Greg told Kai he wanted to have a perfect poly relationship where they could do anything they want with each other and no one would get jealous. Kai agreed when he told him he wanted to do things with Billie without Kai. He says he was tired of slowly waiting for someone to be comfortable with it. Kai was conformable with the group thing but now Greg and Billie exclusively. After this Kai and Sarah sat Billie down and made an agreement behind his back. No one told him. They agreed Billie wasn’t supposed to kiss or sleep with Greg without Kai. Kai could sleep and kiss Greg alone, but Billie couldn’t. After Kai left to go to the mall, he approached Billie and they started making out. It started to lead to more heavy things. Billie said she’s worried Kai would be upset. Greg told her he talked to Kai about this. It’s to be determined if Billie knew when he talked to Kai. He may have given Billie the impression their discussion happened after their private conversation. He said it was ok and they made love. It was a good experience and he was happy they could finally go to the next level in their relationship. The moment Kai came back he told him what happened. He says he has word vomit and tells the person he loves everything. After he told Kai he planned to make love to Kai. He says that might found crazy but he likes making love to gorgeous women. He wanted to make a full circle in the poly relationship. That’s when Kai revealed they had a secret conversation. He didn’t know Billie wan’t supposed to kiss him. Right after the secret agreement, Billie came down and made out with him, sat on his lap, and grinded. He realized he and Kai were lied to and Kai was cheated on. If an agreement is broken that’s a problem. - Billie and Ayalla decided to leave because Billie was caught. He wishes things worked out because he loves Billie a lot and that was a terrible thing to go through. - He thinks this was the same incident where Billie wanted to hit things because she was angry. He gave her a club and she hit trees with it. She spelled out “F-you” in pumpkins and made a noose. He thinks it was directed at Kai. - When Billie was still waiting for her flight she bought Kai flowers. He says this was around when Trump was elected.

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- Announces it’s a little bit later because he had real life responsibilities. - He doesn’t know what Billie said about him. - He wrote to her to tell her he had a dream about her and that he felt bad about how things ended and he got back angry responses. He says it sucks but you gotta move on. He doesn’t write about feeling bad about not being able to watch anime and hang out anymore. He used to write to her ever six months and he got made fun of so he gave up. - Billie flew back home and they started talking about being in a relationship again. He said for some reason he forgives people a lot and was still so in love with her. She agreed to be in a hazmat suit when she got back. He says that sounds crazy, but it was because Billie and her friend were sick and you can’t risk toddlers getting sick. Before she came back he asked if she did any illegal drugs since they last talked. She said “of course” and he ended it. - He says regarding the BDSM in the relationship, he proposed a number of ideas to prove she wouldn’t lie to them anymore. She admitted to lying in one of her videos during a rough break up. He needed proof she cared and would try to tell the truth. He made a list of ridiculous things like dying her hair green and getting a spray tan, “liar” tattoos, wearing an “I’m a liar” sign. He says their bedroom was the basement and they had a king sized bed, a projector, a Jacuzzi. Everything was amazing down there. She wanted to get back so she agreed to be on a leash that’s attached to the wall. She was an adult and she was into the leash and collar thing before. It was kinky and cool. She said it was fine but she didn’t want them to take a picture of her. It didn’t work out, he doesn’t remember why. - Billie would yell obscenities at Kai. That was upsetting, but he’s not that shook about it because people get mad. - Years later Billie went on a livestream and said mean things about him. When you look at people talking trash, you have to ask what they’re getting out of this. He doesn’t mind saying she’s beautiful because it’s not reasonable to just say everything that makes you mad about someone and that says you want to hurt them. - He said things that hurt Billie’s feelings before and he’s still sorry. Even though he tells things in gruesome details. Billie said she was the worst person he ever met. He said her secrets on twiiter, which he’s not going to say in this video. She got upset because he outed her. He’s going to say things about other people that you don’t know because it’ll help you understand them better. What he said about Billie didn’t help. It just made her life not as good. - It’s a bummer things didn’t work out and he and Kai were in love with her for some time. - Next video is Sarah. He’s going to go where no person has gone before in that story.

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maddie-the-princess · 4 years

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If You Love Me, Let Me Go Part 6

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: High School

Pairing(s): LAMP

Summary: Virgil and his family are new to the neighborhood. He starts a new school where he learns to love himself, and maybe, love his new friends.

Warnings: Cursing

Thank you to @kuroyurishion for helping me with this chapter. Please enjoy the story.

Chapter Six: Introducing the Gossip Gays

Virgil’s POV

And just like that, I received three new numbers on my phone. That brings the current number of contacts on my phone to five. Sighing to myself, I walked home after school in a comfortable silence. No one was home, as per usual, so I went upstairs to my room and began my homework. Slipping my headphones on, I played a playlist, appropriately named ‘Emo Playlist’ and worked.

Hours later, while I was grumbling over Math homework, the playlist stopped. There was a new text from Remy.

-Group Chat: The Dark Sides-

Mr. Sandman: I’m borreedd

Double Dee: You’re always bored.

Trash Goblin: Put Redbull in your coffee!

I laughed out loud at Remus’ comment. Thinking quickly, I texted a reply.

Me: What’s up Remy?

Mr. Sandman: Babe! So glad you can join us!

Double Dee: Hey there shortstack.

Trash Goblin: Heya shortie!

Mr. Sandman: Remember what I said earlier at lunch? About the new store opening up?

Mr. Sandman: It’s opening on Saturday. We can go then.

Double Dee: Wonderful idea. My parents already said yes.

Trash Goblin: My parents don’t give a shit, but I told them anyway!

Mr. Sandman: Sweet. Hbu babe?

I bit my lip. Would my parents even say yes? I texted back.

Me: Let me ask them.

Mr. Sandman: Let us know babe.

Trash Goblin: Even if they say no, we’ll break you out of your house!

Double Dee: That’s illegal, Re.

Trash Goblin: Boo, you’re no fun.

I smiled at their texts. I felt happier. I’ve never been invited out by anyone before, even if it was just to go to the mall. I placed my phone down and resumed by playlist, looking again at the math worksheet in front of me.

Hours later, I hear the front door opening just as I was finishing up my homework. I peaked out of my room and heard the grumbling of my parents. I go down to greet them.

“Virge, honey? We’re home!” my mom calls out. She smiles at me. My dad follows her, holding a pizza box.

“Hey sport.” he says, placing the pizza box on the table. “Our co-workers treated us to pizza today, so we brought home some for you. Hope you like onions on yours though.”

I didn’t like onions on my pizza, but I nod nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, I decided to ask them. It’s like a bandaid. You just have to rip it off.

“Hey mom, dad?” I asked hesitantly, hoping my voice wouldn't waver. They give me a hum in response. Hurry, before I lose my confidence. “Can I go to the mall with my friends on Saturday?!” I ask quickly. The two of them stopped in their tracks.

“You have friends?!” my mom exclaims. “And they’re inviting you out?” I flinch. I know she didn’t mean for that to sound harsh, but still. Even my dad was giving her a questioning glance.

“What your mother means,” my dad interjects, “is that we’re surprised you’re making friends this quickly. But sure, sport. We have work on Saturday, but it seems ok with us.” He turns around and grabs a slice of pizza from the box and presents it to me. “Now, wanna have a slice?”

After the pizza dinner, I went back upstairs to get ready for bed. I texted my friends before I slept.

Me: Raincheck on breaking me out of my house, Re. They said yes.

Trash Goblin: Aww man! My services are still available to you if you ever need it!

Double Dee: Remus, no.

Trash Goblin: Remus yes!

Mr. Sandman: Enough you two. Thanks for letting us know babe. My dad will pick us all up at about noon, so give me your address.

I sent my address to them.

Mr. Sandman: Thanks babe. See you tomorrow at school!

Double Dee: Good night shortstuff.

Trash Goblin: Do let the bedbugs bite tonight shortie!

Me: Thanks guys. Good night.

With that, I plugged my phone in and got comfortable underneath the comforter. Today was Wednesday, and I found myself waiting excitingly for Saturday to come.

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The rest of the week went by quickly. I was getting accustomed to class, and to Patton, Logan, and Roman in them. Before I knew it, it was Saturday. I was pacing nervously in the living room. My mom left for work already, but my dad was still getting ready while giving me a talk.

“If you’re ever in trouble, don’t hesitate to call me or your mother. Or find mall security.”

“Ok dad.”

“Don’t wander from the group. Use the buddy system if you have to.”

“Got it dad.”

“I’ll let you borrow my card if you want to buy something.”

“Thanks dad.”

I continued to pace around, looking down at my outfit, making sure it was ok. I wore my signature black ripped jeans and my black Doc Martin boots, with Fall Out Boy T-shirt and a purple flannel wrapped around my waist. I wore my usual black eyeshadow but decided to paint my nails a dark purple this time. My black backpack contained my sketchbook, phone, wallet, and other necessities.

There was a honk outside the house. I raced towards the door, and found a large silver car with Remy in the front seat. The window rolled down, and he smiled cheekily at me. “Hey Mr. Sullivan!” Remy called out as I went towards his car. My dad smiled and waved me a goodbye as he also left the house for work. “I’ll have your son home at a reasonable time!” Remy said as I got into his car. Dee and Remus were already there with Remus sitting by the window. I greeted them happily. I was excited for this little excursion.

“Looking good shortie!” Remus cackled. I sent him a kind hearted glare and Dee sighed in exasperation.

“Let’s get this show on the road babes!” Remy cheered and we drove off. Along the way, Dee pointed out different places around town that we could visit at a later time, like a coffee shop, ice cream parlor, and other restaurants, and some small businesses run by families. Ten minutes later, we arrived at the mall. It was huge, maybe with about 2-3 floors! Remy grinned at my stunned expression. “Haven’t seen a mall this size, huh Vee?” he teased.

We entered, and Remy dragged us to the store that just opened. Turns out it was a piercing store, and there were people already lined up for it. Remy whistled.

“Damn, there’s already a bunch of people here.” he exclaims. A woman holding fliers spotted us and grinned, walking towards us earnestly. She had long neon pink hair and was heavily inked.

“Hey!” she greeted, handing each one of us a flier advertising the new store. “This is Tears for Pierce, a piercing store that also doubles as a tattoo parlor. This flier I gave you tells you guys a bit about what kinds of things we do here.”

I looked over it. There were a lot of selections, including belly button piercings or ear piercings, and some selections for tattoos. The prices are beside the selections. The girl continues, “If you want to have a tattoo or body piercing done, you have to be at least eighteen or older. But that excludes ear piercings.” She points to the top of the flier. “My name is Amelia Stone, and there’s my contact info if you have any further questions.” She walked away to hand out more fliers.

The four of us were in stunned silence. “None of us are eighteen yet.” Dee noted seriously, looking straight at Remus, who was pouting like a child. Remy whistled and pocketed the flier.

“We have a couple more years.” he said, and the four of us went on our merry way. Dee, Remy, and Remus showed me the best places to go and hang, pointing out their favorite stores and restaurants. Remy obviously liked Starbucks, but also liked tea stores. Dee prefered Aeropostale or Hollister. Remus’ favorite store was hands down Spencers. When they asked me, I answered Hot Topic with no hesitation.

“Of course the emo loves Hot Topic.” Remus said fondly. He slung his arm around my neck, draping it over my shoulders. “We’re gonna head over to some shops, but first, let’s have lunch.” And we had lunch at the Food Court, with Remus stealing put fries and having a mini food fight. Then, Remus hauled us over to the various stores scattered throughout the mall.

Around we went, in and out of stores, checking out what they had. Remy went and bought a couple new leather jackets and comfy sweaters, while Dee bought a new pair of pants and a couple new shirts. Remus dragged me to Hot Topic, and the two of us had a fun time picking out different band t-shirts and jewelry. I bought some chokers and more band T-shirts, because you can never have too many band T-shirts. Remus bounded over to Spencers, where we found him in the very back.

We continued like this, trying to find styles that we liked. After hours of walking around, trying to find what I liked, Remy and I walked into a store while Remus and Dee took a small break. Remy hummed as he looked through racks of pants, picking and choosing what looked good for either him or me. I wandered off and looked at flannel shirts.

Then, something caught my eye. It was a gothic black and purple plaid skirt, with black ribbons in the front. I picked it up, and internally cheered when I found out it was my size. I admired it for a bit. It looked pretty, and I really liked how it looked. It kinda… suited me?

“You want it?” I heard a voice ask. I whirled around in surprise. Remy was looking at what I have with an amused smirk. I blushed in embarrassment.

‘Oh god, what if he thinks I’m a freak.’ I thought miserably. And before the second week of school, here I believed a friendship had been ruined, ‘He’s gonna gossip about me to the entire school. He’s gonna bully me and everyone’s gonna think that I’m a weirdo and-’ My thoughts were stopped when I felt Remy gently place his hands on my shoulder.

“Vee,” he said soothingly, “breathe for me. I know what you’re thinking.” He took the skirt from my hands and observed it. “Frankly, I don’t give a shit if you wear a skirt. If you’re comfortable in it, then go on and wear it. But if you want my opinion, I think you’d rock this skirt.” he declared.

I perked up. “Seriously?!” I exclaimed. Remy nodded. I nearly cried happy tears.

“You lack confidence, Vee.” Remy said, turning away with the skirt in hand. I followed after him. “You're shy and anxious. As your friends, Dee, Ree, and I want you to be comfortable with yourself. He went to the counter and paid for it before I could protest. He stuffed the skirt in my bag. “Don’t worry about it babe.” Remy said when I asked why he paid for it. “Think of it as a welcome gift.”

When we walked out of the store, Dee and Remus looked proud.

*** Before we left the mall, we stopped at Starbucks. The barista took one look at Remy and immediately started making a cup of coffee. I looked at him amused. “Kinda famous in this place.” Remy muttered fondly. “What do the rest of you want?”

Minutes later, the four of us were sitting at a high table, chatting idly.

“So shortstuff,” Dee starts off, “I’ve seen you getting a little close to some boys in our class. Care to share with the class what’s been going on there?”

I choked on my drink. “What?” I coughed.

Dee rolls his eyes. “I know a lot of things shortstuff.” he says teasingly. “That day when you had a misunderstanding? I did some observing.”

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Spill the tea, Dee.” he demanded lightly. “Seems I’ve been missing something.”

I signaled for Dee to stop talking with a light glare. He didn’t. “It seems to me that shortstuff over here is pining over three boys.” he drawled. “Patton Hart, Logan Owens, and Roman King.”

Three things happened simultaneously. One, I put my head down and tried to hide from the world. Two, Remy outright laughed at me. Three, Remus actually spat out his drink all over the table. Dee grimaced and went to clean up the mess with Remus’ help.

“Holy shit.” Remus cackled. I shot my head up and glared at him. “I fucking knew it! Roro’s gonna be so jealous. I didn’t even tell him that you were coming with us today!”

I stared at him. “You’re brothers.” I stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Remus nodded. “I’m the older twin, by like a minute, and obviously the hotter one.”

“Yeah, sure.” I teased. Remus gasped, offended.

“I totally am!” he declared. “Double Dee, you think I’m the hotter twin right?” Dee didn’t even grace him an answer, so Remus pressed again, leaning against him with a pout on his face. “Double Dee?” he whined. He leaned further into Dee’s space, his face close to Dee’s. Remy and I were looking on with suppressed giggles. Looking closely, you could see a faint blush on Dee’s cheeks.

“Yes, Remus.” Dee answered with a sigh. “You’re the hotter twin.” At this, Remus cheered happily and turned to me with a victorious look on his face. Remy snickered under his breath, and muttered “whipped”. Dee turned to him with a teasing grin.

“And what about you, Remy? Keep in touch with a certain cartoon loving person?

Remy spluttered. Damn, nobody is safe from Dee today. I tilted my head in confusion.

Dee explained. “Remy hung out with an upperclassman last year, and became really close. He’s in his first year of college right now studying to be a therapist.”

I gaped at my friend. “An older guy, huh? In college no less.” I teased. I couldn’t help it. The three of us laughed as Remy groaned into his hands.

“You’re all terrible people. I hate you all.” Remy grumbled. That sent the three of us into another fit of laughter.

Remy’s dad brought me home near 10:00 in the evening. “We’ll see you at school Monday Vee!” Remy called out. “And you better wear some of the new things we got you!” With that, the car drove off after making sure I was safe inside my house.

Putting all of the new clothes away in my dressers, the skirt remained folded and placed gently deep inside my closet, I did my nighttime routine. I lay in bed, thinking about today. I had fun with Dee, Remus, and Remy. They’re really nice, really accepting, and just generally an awesome group of people. I really liked them. Smiling to myself, I turned underneath the covers, glad that I found a group of friends that like me, and I like them in return.

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Taglist:

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rinnnyxr · 3 years

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1. smoked. 2. consumed alcohol. 3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex. 4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex. 5. kissed someone of the same sex. 6. had sex. 7. had someone in your room other than family. 8. watched porn. 9. bought porn. 10. tried drugs. TOTAL: 7

———————————————————————————————— 1. taken painkillers. 2. taken someone else’s prescription medicine. 3. lied to your parents. 4. lied to a friend. 5. snuck out of the house. 6. done something illegal. 7. felt hurt. 8. hurt someone. 9. wished someone to die. 10. seen someone die. TOTAL: 9

———————————————————————————————— 1. missed curfew. 2. stayed out all night. 3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself. 4. been to a therapist. 5. been to rehab 6. dyed your hair. 7. received a ticket. 8. been in an accident. 9. been to a club. 10. been to a bar TOTAL: 5 ———————————————————————————————— 1. been to a wild party. 2. been to a Mardi Gras parade. 3. drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night. 4. had a spring break in Florida. 5. sniffed anything 6. wore black nail polish 7. wore arm bands. 8. wore t-shirts with band names. 9. listened to rap. 10. owned a 50 Cent CD. TOTAL: 6 ———————————————————————————————— 1. dressed gothic. 2. dressed girly. 3. dressed punk. 4. dressed grunge. 5. stole something. 6. been too drunk to remember anything. 7. blacked out. 8. fainted. 9. had a crush on a neighbor. TOTAL: 7 ———————————————————————————————— 1. had a crush on a friend. 2. been to a concert. 3. dry-humped someone. 4. been called a slut. 5. called someone a slut. 6. installed speakers in your car. 7. broken a mirror. 8. showered at someone of the opposites sex’s house 9. brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush. TOTAL: 7 ———————————————————————————————— 1. consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper. 2. seen an R-rated movie in theater. 3. cruised the mall. 4. skipped school. 5. had surgery. 6. had an injury. 7. gone to court. 8. walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping. 9. caught something on fire. 10. lied about your age. TOTAL: 6

———————————————————————————— 1. owned/rented an apartment/house. 2. broke the law in the police’s presence. 3. made out with someone who had a gf/bf 4. got in trouble with the police. 5. talked to a stranger. 6. hugged a stranger. 7. kissed a stranger. 8. rode in the car with a stranger. 9. been harassed. 10.been verbally harassed. TOTAL: 7 ———————————————————————————————— 1. met face-to-face with someone you met online. 2. stayed online for 5+ hours straight. 3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight. 4. watched TV for 5 hours straight. 5. been to a fair. 6. been called a bad influence. 7. drank and driven. 8. prank-called someone. 9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex. 10. cheated on a test. TOTAL: 6

GRAND TOTAL: 60

If you have less than 10, write “I’m a goody-goody” If you have more than 10, write “I’m still a goody goody” If you have more than 20, write “I’m average” If you have more than 30, write “I’m a bad kid” If you have more than 40, write “I’m a very bad influence” If you have more than 50, write “I’m a horrible person” If you have more than 60, write “I should be in jail” If you have more than 70, write “I should be dead”

You are in a relationship You like all different types of music Black and or pink is your favorite colors You love all animals You cuss like a sailor You are sort of a perfectionist You had a really bad heartbreak You love everyone, despite the fact that some people screw you over You keep all your fortunes from fortune cookies in a special place You have a specific band you listen to when you feel super shitty You wash your hair every day You had troubles with an eating disorder at one point You are currently listening to music You party occasionally You love the show That 70s Show You have an iPhone You have really bad anxiety You are super shy You think that smiles like :) mean more than emojis sometimes You have a sister and a brother Your hair is currently a fun color The word awkward describes your life perfectly You are a great liar but have a guilty conscience The idea of having children just doesn’t seem appealing to you You love presidents You are incredibly funny and witty You are graduating soon You could cuddle all night if you had the chance You are a Christian You love cats Your best friends are all older than you You are incredibly picky when it comes to food You have expensive taste You are extremely self-conscious You are hungry as hell right now You always have to sleep with a blanket, no matter the temp You are very accepting You forgive too easily to avoid having a conflict You can twerk You are 18 You dated a boy whose name started with an I, J or Z You are very pessimistic but still, love life You’re finally happy

flashed a bartender for a free drink re-gifted a gift that was given to you punched someone climbed a cliff danced in the rain blamed someone for your mistake tried to cut your own hair lied to get a job dropped your phone in the toilet gotten a tattoo you regret imitated your parent’s signature tried to make someone jealous broken a bone cheated on a test skipped school

met your idol been awake for 24 hours had braces been camping dated someone crashed a car been dumped fallen down in public been lost built a fire played golf cheated on someone been on tv sang in the shower cried for no reason lied in a job interview been on a blind date faked illness gotten drunk been robbed had a crush on a teacher driven drunk

This or That

Pizza or pasta Waffle or pancakes Rice or noodles Vanilla or chocolate Vegetables or fruit Burger or tacos Spicy or sweet Milkshake or smoothie Water or juice Ed Sheeran or Justin Timberlake Justin Bieber or Harry Styles Ariana Grande or Demi Lovato Taylor Swift or Selena Gomez Adam Levine or Chris Martin Adele or Sia Rihanna or Nicki Minaj Camila Cabello or Miley Cyrus Beyoncé or Lady Gaga Bruno Mars or The Weeknd Halsey or Dua Lipa Shawn Mendes or Charlie Puth Drake or Post Malone Body spray or perfume Kisses or hugs Tattoo or piercing Early riser or night owl Pants or shorts Shy or outgoing 3 meals a day or +5 meals a day Nutella or peanut butter Plane or road trip

My Fears

Big crowds Spiders Fire Being alone Bees Elevators Sharks Darkness Losing someone I love Small places Airplanes Clowns Snakes Supernatural Frogs Public speaking Death Ocean Cars Heights Gun Cats

[RED] You have a fiery personality You get angry easily Red is your favorite color Spicy food is your favorite You’re a red-head You like fire You’re patriotic You’ve had sex this week Cherries or strawberries are your favorite fruit You blush easily Number: 6

[ORANGE] You love tropical vacations You put cheese on almost everything Orange is your favorite color You’re Irish You watch Orange Is the New Black You’ve been to prison You’re a very cautious person You’re from Florida You’ve lost someone to Leukemia Aquaman is your favorite superhero Number: 2

[YELLOW] You’re blonde You get scared easily You love the sunshine Summer is your favorite season Yellow is your favorite color You’re very loyal Lemon is your favorite scent You like to take things slowly You don’t brush your teeth everyday You have a lot of friends Number: 4

[GREEN] You love money You like to smoke weed You get jealous easily You’ve had absinthe Your birthday is in May Green is your favorite color You’ve been in the army/are an Army brat You love nature Reptiles are your favorite animals You’re always on the go Number: 4

[BLUE] You love the ocean You suffer from depression You’re pretty good at staying calm Blue is your favorite color You enjoy studying the sky You’re related to royalty Swimming is your favorite thing to do in the summer You spend too much time on Facebook People find you soothing Blueberries are your favorite fruit Number: 3

[PURPLE] You get bruised easily You’re not straight Grape is your favorite fruit Purple is your favorite color You watched Barney as a kid You use Instagram You like eggplants You’re loyal Your birthday is in February You have dark skin Number: 4

[PINK] You like your steaks rare You’re very feminine You’re in love Pink is your favorite color You shop at Victoria’s Secret You own at least one Polo You like to kiss Mean Girls is your favorite movie You like ham sandwiches You’re very upbeat Number: 3

[SILVER] You feel like an afterthought a lot You’re classy You’re middle class You enjoy classical music New Year’s Eve is your favorite holiday Silver is your favorite color You save change You like to build people up You have a pet horse You’re great at keeping your cool Number: 3

[GOLD] You’re a show-off You enjoy the finer things in life Gold is your favorite color You own your own car You like getting attention You listen to hip-hop You wear a lot of jewelry People borrow money from you a lot You demand to come first in people’s lives You own a lot of things with glitter Number: 2

[BLACK] You’re very serious You have a lot of tattoos You’re obsessed with death You listen to metal regularly Black is your favorite color You watch a lot of old movies You wear a lot of eyeliner Hot Topic is your favorite store in the mall You buy things off Etsy You can name at least one Edgar Allan Poe poem Number: 2

[WHITE] You love snow You’ve done cocaine You expect to get whatever you want White is your favorite color You’re a virgin You want a big wedding You love to go sailing or skiing You’re a very honest person You’re pale You like the simple things in life Number: 3

[GREY] You’re morally ambiguous Elephants are your favorite animal You’re older than 50 You have grey hairs Grey is your favorite color You love big cities Thunderstorms are your favorite kind of weather You cry often You like to be different than the average person You like to work with electronics Number: 3

[BROWN] You’re very down to earth You love outdoorsy activities You don’t wash your hair every day You enjoy eating nuts Bread is your favorite food Brown is your favorite color You like to work with wood You hate shaving Dogs are your favorite animal You like to go antiquing Number: 2

You Are: Red

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mimzy-writing-online · 4 years

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Some Blind Things I (and actual blind person) Have Done

I talk all the time about what’s realistic for a blind person to do and how to write a blind character who isn’t a complete media myth of touching faces and super powers... soooo, part of that is knowing what kind of things an actual blind person (me) fucks up doing because I’m blind.

These moments include: Me sarcastically telling people I cannot see the thing they’re doing. Moments where I have zero manners. Moments where I do have manners. Making people uncomfortable because they’re staring at me. Great phrases like, “I have too much ADHD to count to eight.” and “It’s literally illegal for me to drive.” and “Wait, who are you?” “That’s not how we talk to people Mimzy.” My cats’ growing concern that I can’t see them or tell them apart but continuing to love me. Channeling my inner Toph Bei-Fong. Updates on the ongoing insomnia writing.

There’s no chronological order to them, I’m not sure there’s going to be any order to them at all, but it’s 3 am and I can’t sleep and it’s called the Late Night Writing Advice Blog for a reason.

(I definitely did not have to double check my own blog title while typing that, definitely not)

Note: This list gets a little long, but it’s a funny read and I was up until 4:30 (this note is from a future Mimzy who’s almost finished posting this, after 1.5 hours)

Additional Note: Feel free to send anons with commentary or reblog with commentary because I would love if someone enjoyed this. Like, these are stories of my life, please appreciate them.

The Things!

-My best friend and I hang out mostly at night because of his 9-5 job, and he still lives with his parents who probably don’t like me so when we hang out we’re mostly driving around on random adventures and coffee/tea runs and late night dinners.

So it’s night, and my night vision is awful and I have to wear sunglasses anyway because what I can see is painfully bright headlights so yeah I see basically nothing.

With my best friend, I have

1. after asking him a question: “Did you nod at me and I just didn’t see it.” “I did nod.” or after waiting long enough for a response he’ll realize what he did on his own and say, “I was shaking my head no, sorry.”

2. Reaching into total darkness to touch his shoulder and touched his armpit instead.

3. Dropped something from my bag onto his messy car floor and asked him to find it for me because it all looks blurry and grey-black down there, even without sunglasses

4. Sensed he was going for a high five and I gave him a perfect high five. Surprised, he wanted to test it again. I completely missed.

5. “We’re passing the oil refinery, so enjoy hearing, touching, smelling, tasting that.” plus 3 other identical jokes on the same drive. “Hey, can you stop making blind jokes, I’m starting to hate them these days.” “When did that happen?” “When one not-great classmate slash sort of friend made them all the time.” “That’s a shame.” “Blind jokes from sighted people are also super repetitive. The only blind jokes I seem to like are from other blind people.”

6. Him: “You’re rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses, I can tell!”

7. Once we saw snow once our way driving home from Las Vegas. It was March, it was after midnight, and the warmest it had been at any point in that night was 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4.4 degrees Celsius. That’s a real comparison?? That’s a scary number to an American who’s barely ever left California. We were driving through the mountainy area of California where the temp really drops and for three seconds we saw snow in the wind. Well, he saw it. Something moved, it was small and flaky but like... that was actually snow and I couldn’t see it? (this was three, almost four years ago)

8. Last weekend we drove around the rich neighborhoods to look at Christmas decorations because I love Christmas lights because for ones light actually looks pretty instead of painful and I can see it at night without hurting, so it’s nice. I love the pretty visual things. Blindness will not take the pretty visual things from me! And the decorations just make me so happy and I wanted to do that last year but never did, so we did that this year

9. I also told him about the cripple punk tag on Tumblr last weekend and he was delighted to know it exists because he’s got other chronic health issues including downright awful knees.

Other blind things not directly involving my best friend

1. I have paused writing to ask a sighted person if it’s realistic for my sighted characters to see X item from Y distance away. Usually my dad with his stupidly perfect vision.

2. Realizing I’m forgetting what sighted people can see. It’s been four years since I saw like a normal person. And all my sighted memories are literally blurry from age.

3. But I still have dreams where I see normally. And then dreams where everything is too bright like in real life and I cannot see and what is happening???

At home, specifically

1. I have three cats who I can’t tell the difference between. I have a small black and brown tabby cat. A black and orange tortie cat who is slightly heavy but medium build. An all black cat who is huge and has the longest fur I’ve ever touched on a cat. I cannot tell the difference between them until I’m up close. Especially if the lighting bad.

2. Tonight I almost set my laptop on top of Remy, my brown and black tabby, because I didn’t see here a foot away from me, curled up next to my leg, somehow blending in with my orange and blue comforter. Her concerned look I did see and was horrified by my almost fuck up and apologized profusely for.

3. Cannot see Felix, my black cat, half the time if the lighting is bad and have almost sat on him, put my feet in his face, tripped over him, etc. because he blends into the shadows and oh my fucking god I cannot see that.

Note: Remy cuddles with me all the time. Felix adores me but will not be caught dead cuddling anyone because dignity, but if he’s in my room and nobody’s around to see he’s insistent on cuddling. Rio (black and orange tortie) is devoted to my mum, and she knows she makes me nervous when she suddenly jumps on me and I get really shifty and squirmy and not fun to cuddle with, so we’re cool and I give her pets but she doesn’t usually crawl onto me unless she wants to make my mum jealous.

4. Can sneak up on family members and friends because I move so quietly, so at least there’s that. Not a blind thing, but it makes up for some things.

5. Have walked up to someone I thought was a friend, realized I don’t know them, and the first thing out my mouth was “Wait, who are you?” and then a close friend (and the party host) grab me by the shoulders and say, “That’s not how we talk to people,” and just like, where are your manners Mimzy, wtf, but I never saw that stranger again so it’s okay.

Side Note: blindness aside, I do have a habit of just rudely speaking my mind in not-appropriate settings because I just don’t care and don’t have the anxiety to at least act like I care. They’re very satisfying, but usually very rare moments.

6. Please stop moving things around the house!

7. “What do you mean there are cobwebs?” *Shines a flashlight at the dark corners of my room* “oh my god...”

8. Me, to my family members, “Please close those curtains, light hurts. Please turn off that lamp, it’s too bright in here.” *me, later turns off most of the lights in the house* Family members: “Why is it so dark in here? I can’t see.” *Me, channeling my inner Toph Bei-Fong* “Oh no, what a tragedy!”

9. Mum is the only one who vaguely appreciates my light sensitivity because she also has snow vision (a mild case) and has a little light sensitivity, sometimes, on her bad days.

More Not Quite Appropriate Things!

There are so many things that I say only to realize that there is a very nearby stranger who heard that out of context and it sounded so bad.

1. Best Friend (while I’m walking down stairs just fine, by myself, don’t need anyone’s help, I can do it!) “There are eight steps.” “I don’t need your help.” “I know but--” “I’m fine!” “I’m just trying to help.” “I have too much ADHD to count to eight anyway!”

“I have too much ADHD to count to eight anyway,” is exactly what two strangers heard while walking right behind me.

Why would you sneak up on someone who’s so obviously blind??

2. “Sea foam green is an ugly color anyway.” I was in a mall, it was well lit and I was using my cane and managing with my crap vision, but I managed to see that specific color I hate on a dress right next to me, and the woman walking on the other side of the mannequin display heard that and did a double take on my obviously blind self.

Or so I’m told by my mom who could see what happened.

3. Similar to above, I was in the Artist Village in San Diego, which is a huge tourist trap, and I was sort of a tourist too, but it’s freaking outdoors, so I have the cane and sunglasses. And I’m in an Artist Village (very visual thing) with my parents, so out of place. And this random dude was apparently staring at me. Cannot see him, absolutely no idea which direction my mum is pointing towards, everything is blank and weird and not see-able, but I turned my head and by some miracle looked directly at him and he freaked out and looked away.

4. “Oh yeah, make fun of the blind person!” sarcastically, but loudly, somewhere public after a joke a friend had made that I was actually okay with.

5. “Driving and hiking are my two biggest weaknesses,” said out of context to people who didn’t know I was blind.

6. “I forgot you were blind.” “Well I didn’t.” More channeling of Toph, I think.

7. “Why can’t you drive?” *points to cane* *he does not get it* “It’s very illegal for me to drive.” *does not get it* “They’re blind dude,” classmate says. “Very blind.” “You seem to get around just fine,” says the man who only see me indoors with the very best lighting scenario for my vision. “Yeah, but that’s because I have the cane.” “So?” You seem just fine, he seems to think. How dumb are you? I definitely think. “Why do you need the cane?” “Because I would die if I didn’t have it. I have almost died. People would die if I tried to drive.”

8. Later: “Did he think you could just drive and use your cane to feel the road or something?” “I guess.”

9. More questions from other people who don’t know me very well asking why I can’t drive. “Because it’s illegal.” Their confusion is wondering specifically why it’s illegal rather than thinking I’m not actually blind. I explain the laws in the driving handbook, because I have read it (unlike some people I guess. How did you miss the ‘drivers must be able to see at least 20/40 with their best corrected eye” and I haven’t been in that category for two years.

Note: My day blindness came two years before my vision acuity reached visually impaired status. So, like, two years of wishing I had a cane but thinking “I’m not blind enough” and still being terrified in certain situations and risking my life walking around without one or some sighted guide.

Similar Public Things

1. I can see indoors pretty well so I get by on prescription glasses and no cane (I see 20/70 - 20/100 with glasses) but sometimes the mall is crowded and nobody gives me space and I’m just not comfortable getting so close to people, so I bust out my cane (and maybe my sunglasses too) so I look extra blind and people will give me the space to walk without running into someone.

2. Have also done that just because the indoor lights were also too bright and I need my sunglasses.

3. Have stared at my phone in public with cane/sunglasses, or tried taking photos with it, and I get so many weird looks because blind people see nothing I guess, none of us have any vision at all! (read sarcasm)

4. Walking into a coffee shop I’ve been to before and I know they change their teas all the freaking time. Also got the cane. “Hi, can you tell me what iced teas you have right now?” “Oh, they’re all on that sign.” *blank look* Do you not realize I’m blind? I’m thinking. “What kind of black tea do you have? Do you have any tropical black tea?” (because they usually do and I love tropical black tea, and they did that day too, so I ordered that.)

5. I cannot read menus. Those restaurants that have the menus above the register are awful, evil. Cannot read. In the wonderful days of my childhood I didn’t have prescription glasses for my moderately not great but still mostly functional vision (my dad has perfect vision and no concept whatsoever about what it’s like to not be able to see those things!) So imagine my parents dragging me to restaurants like that and I’m 10 years old and supposedly can read perfectly fine but I cannot read that menu and I think it’s some personal character fault of mine that I just don’t know how to read those kinds of menus, so I have to ask my mum to help me choose a food to order and eat, and then that’s the only thing I ever order any time I ever go back. So, I’m quickly getting sick of those places because I only eat one item there and I want to try something new with a restaurant with those nice hand held menus, but those are sit-down restaurants and apparently they cost more money, sooo...

6. That was a rant I went on with my best friend last weekend

Side note: It’s almost 4 am, my mum just woke up, saw the light on in my room from under the crack of my door and said hi. I’m at a point right now where she just expects it and isn’t one to judge (unlike my dad who has zero insomnia because he has hypersomnia and I don’t know how humans do that)

Side Note Ten Minutes Later: My laptop is at 10% but I plugged it in because dammit I am finishing this tonight and it will have all the things.

7. “Hey, where’s the trash can? I can’t find one.” *also mistakes a trashcan and a human being just sitting still. All the time* “Why not just litter then?” best friend asks, knowing exactly how I’ll respond. “I have manners!”

8. I hate traveling even a little by myself. My orientation and mobility skills with my cane aren’t that bad, but they’re not good enough for me to feel comfortable walking around by myself anywhere that isn’t super familiar with routes I already have practiced and memorized (school, close friend’s houses or apartments, the blocks in my neighborhood I’ve walked 500 times coming too and from school or walking dogs with my parents). Anywhere unfamiliar or wide/open or crowded or God Forbid, OUTSIDE is a source of terror and will not let my traveling companions leave me alone for longer than a few minutes and certainly not walk away on my own.

9. Will not go to bars because I present female and I am visibly disabled and that makes me look like an easy target and why would I risk that unnecessarily?

I’m gonna cut it off here. This is a long post, and I need to just finally go to bed. Goodnight. I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to send anons with commentary or reblog with commentary. I’d like to know that someone liked this.

#actually blind #cripple punk #writeblr #blindness #writing community #writeblr and actually blind both feel applicable because this is both a blog about writing and a blog about blindness #and other disability #tw ablism #blind character #why not add that tag too?#it's almost 5 GOODNIGHT

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dropsofletters · 4 years

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the midnight call

title: the midnight call pairing: choi seunghyun/reader genre: bar!au/singer!au/bar owner!au summary: as the owner of a bar, the sight of less and less clients coming to her place feels like the end of it all. however, when one drunken man appears to the bar’s ‘open mic’ night with his deep voice singing in the microphone, albeit a bit funnily, she feels the place coming back to life with the appearance of this midnight singer, who introduces himself as seunghyun. type: fluff/romance/humor word count: 9,260

This bar is dead. In soul, in essence, in the glow that had once coated it. People no longer stand itch to go to the place, to have social drinks or bask in some nightly romance, instead, they opt to leave the boring getaway. The music is the same electronic beat any mall would have, leading to anxiousness rather than relaxation. The atmosphere is dusty, bartenders sporting awkward smiles and drinks becoming bland. Margaritas are the words of the day, all that seems to be going around in such a spot, it is plain and simple and a routine she wishes she could spare.

Last year, though, last year the bar had been at its peak. Everyone loved and adored the atmosphere, the variety of drinks, the clean space in which people would worry more about themselves rather than the people around them, given that there were no illegal business going around. People trusted them, the somewhat average sized bar a dream of her best friend that had died along at the same time her friend did and even when she tries to save it, salvage everything that her friend had worked so hard for…the blame goes on the fact that she would have never thought to have to be the owner of a bar, much less keep it afloat. Her life had been changed in just one night and before she could even grasp it, she was thrown into a world that wasn’t hers.

This year, the bar may finally live its last course and it saddens her, makes her feel useless and pointless. What is she but a failure?

A deep sigh leaves her lips when she sees the same four to five individuals seated by the counter, all tables empty and getting filled with dust, the stage blasting electronic music like it always does, though it is fainter than most times, like she has given up already. Tiredness takes over her, catching herself with her eyes closed from time to time—that means the bar is as boring as it can get, simply not a good spot to have drinks. Somewhere, she can see one of the workers cleaning, another one is wiping the glasses that are not even stained by wine but by dust and finally, her most hardworking bartender, Jitae, is already tired of serving the same drinks.

Whiskey and margaritas. What a catch.

She tries her best, she really does. In the crack of the morning, she leaves to her home to rest the full night of sleep, waiting for more people to arrive, expecting this to be just a bad era for the bar before it awakens again. In the afternoon, she gets ready and tries to make everything look impeccable, she searches only for ways of improving the business, but there is no amount of online publicity that can already save what has been broken. Slowly but surely, the nights become duller, other bars or clubs earning more attention than the non-outstanding bar that had once welcomed so many people in…but has now turned old.

Not to be a pessimist, people tell her with the saddest smile on their faces, pity both angering her and making her feel accompanied. Those people have obviously passed such eventful moments in their lives that has people questioning just how much they are worth. Right now, with her eyes half-closing from boredom and sleepiness, she believes there is nothing else that she could do rather than let the place run its course, apologizing to her best friend for not fulfilling her missions even after her death, and simply basking in organizing glasses and drinks.

The night is holding a sword, poking through her skin too quickly for her to ever catch when she feels the weight of someone’s hand placed on her back. Whiplash hits her when she turns around, perhaps needing a bit more of food in her system after the half-assed meal she prepared before getting to work. Firstly, she greets one of the usual customers seated by one of the tables, lifting her hand in a wave and receiving one back. She remembers the businessman, the reason of plenty of tipping for her workers, and also a lover of the place from the moment it was created, warm enough to welcome her nicely as the new owner. On the other hand, the person that had touched her was none other than Jitae, one of the hardest working bartenders in the entire bar.

He’s one of the oldest workers there, as well, everything about him exuded comfort and calmness, mainly because he reminds her that this place was once alive, when it feels like it is not. “Boss, how are you?”

She is a ‘Boss’ now, when a year ago she was simply one of the people who would pass by to greet her friends whenever she had time. People expect her to do everything, anything and something, but she feels paralyzed in her spot. No one showed her how to be the owner of a bar, or showed her the importance of atmospheres and aesthetics to be able to keep people going. Charisma is lacking in the bar, in the owner, in the corners that had once been lively but now shadow everything else. “I’m doing great,” She eyes him up and down, surprised that he is not working on something else. He is not the type to talk much, simply leaving conversations for the start or the end of his shift. “I shall ask the same thing, since you never really…talk during workhours.”

Jitae’s caught in his little game, because his eyes immediately light up with something that she can’t pinpoint. Usually, she is not able to read people, but Jitae is a difficult man to read—everything he does is silent, sacred, secretive. “Actually, I am not doing so great.” He tells her, earning a nod from the woman who leans her weight against the counter, back pressing into the surface tautly. “The paycheck here is not enough for me…” He mumbles, afraid to speak too loudly and let anyone else hear, but her heart picks up at the sound of his words. Terror, this is definitely worse than a horror movie. “And my girlfriend and I are planning to move in together and I don’t think…I can find a good place with the money you’re giving me.”

“Oh no,” She doesn’t know what to do and god, her best friend would be perfect for this situation, but her heart is moving too quickly, hands resting against the counter as she tries to count her breaths. While she does so, she realizes that the bar is simply falling down, there is no going back from such a bad time in a business. “Jitae…I…Just give me a little bit of time, I’ll give you better paychecks, to all of you, but I’m trying my hardest to keep this bar alive and the money is just not coming in.”

His eyes soften, clicking his tongue before speaking. “I’m sorry, Boss. I would love to stay here…I love it here, but I just want to move on with my life.”

Silencing herself for a moment, she weights the possibilities of keeping Jitae tied down there. Maybe, she wants to keep the thought and fervor of the old bar alive or Jitae just has become a friend for her in the loneliest time of her career. “I understand…” She manages to say, concentrating on the blinking lights at the bar, the faint sound of people talking and most of them may come from her workers, unused to their biggest potential. All it took for the bar to turn into a mess was for it to fall into her hands and it is such poetic destruction, considering that she has simply leave it to rest, tried to paint its walls and turn it into her best friend’s dream, only to watch it burn. “I—Is there really nothing I can do?”

“Sorry, Boss.”

“Do not be,” She lies, swatting her hand before letting out a soft breath. “Really, nothing?”

“A better paycheck, maybe.”

“Okay, I can’t do that now…” She trails her voice, rubbing the back of her neck before sighing. What does it take for life to get better? Does it take a million years or it never does? Sometimes, she thinks of this only to come up with the conclusion that…eventually, happiness will take place in her body, one day in the future when she least expects it, but every throw of life that hits her is only bound to make her stronger. “So, is this your last night working here?”

“Yes.” Jitae indicates, leaning forward and grasping one of her hands to give it a shake. “Thank you, though, for trying to keep me here.”

“It won’t be the same without you.”

“But it could be better.”

“I doubt it.” Dust is kicked off by her shoes, straightening her back and pulling away from Jitae before pointing towards the entrance of the bar. “I’ll be back in a second.” With no further explanation, she leaves the bar, or rather stands in front of it, hoping to find answers in the stars, a waltz of happiness in the moon. Perhaps, just like in The Little Prince, they’ll teach her a lesson about life, love and starting again.

The night is bathed in white, even the city lights are not as bright as the full moon, at its peak in the sky waiting to be acknowledged. Her back digs on the rough and dark walls of the outsides of the bar, releasing a big, slightly disappointed sigh when she looks up at the sky. There are plenty of answers she needs, a map that leads her from point A to point B, but instead, she is tied to the liquor at the bar, the darkness of it all, the frustration she feels from the collapse of her dreams and her friend’s all at once.

The only sound she hears, though, is the cars passing by, people chatting somewhere nearby and the faint noise of music she dislikes. Breathing in, her chest expands and her eyes fall closed, wishing upon a start that her midnight call comes with a new start.

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Twenty people are a minority in the eyes of the world. Twenty likes in a picture seem like too little. Twenty listeners in a podcast are not many. Twenty people in the bar, however, are far more than she has had in a while.

At this point, sobriety is not a statement anymore. Around two in the morning, it is, and the smell of alcohol is thick in the air, leaving her in a state of stress for she knows far too well that drunken people only want more entertainment. In the old stage, now dusted away and cleaned by the two new members of the staff, there is a microphone that is illuminated by a faint light and even though the open mic idea had seemed interesting the moment she had heard it a couple weeks ago, now that she has put it to test, she thinks it is failing. People remain glued to their spots, somewhat expecting to be drunk enough to get to the stage. No one does and there she is, wondering if all it takes to save the bar is simply getting on that stage and singing her heart out…because she may not be a singer, but she’ll do it if that’s the case.

A human being’s worst friend is definitely frustration, for it leads to impatience and impatience comes with bad decisions to rush to a conclusion, and if bad decisions happen…the conclusion could be wronged. This is just a cycle, easy and understandable math for whoever knows how life works. She decides to sit behind the counter, hands gripping the edge of her apron—that is only there to serve as a uniform, for she has not served any drinks tonight—and waiting for a damned miracle. Her eyes are shaky, though there is a little bit of hope lingering in the back of her brain. For a pessimist, she feels pretty optimistic.

Or as optimistic as it can get.

Her cheek presses against her palm, letting her fingers trail over the counter in rhythm. She is waiting and waiting, not so much patiently so, looking at the microphone as if it is challenging her. It isn’t, really, but destiny has the past few months and all she wants is a damned break. Her mind is ready to simply turn off the lights to the stage without thinking too much about it, but just as she looks down to groan to herself, her ears catch the sound of the microphone beeping uncomfortably, her eyes settling on the person that had just grabbed it wrongly, giving a small apology through the device.

Messy strands of black hair frame his face, though it is as clear as day that he had once gelled them back but they fell back into their natural stage; they, too, welcome a set of enigmatic eyes—they may as well be the eighth wonder of the world or he may have looked at art in its purest form, leaving him with a profound, alluring and deeply felt gaze. Although, his face is visibly made to capture anyone’s attention, sharp cheekbones accompanying his elongated gaze, his lips thin yet quirked up in an embarrassed smile. The lights may be misleading her, but she can swear his dimples are showing, an adorable contrast to the shape of his eyebrows, an ode to frowning even though he’s smiling.

He’s elegant, that much she can tell, or he is trying to dress up like a man of wealth. He may be one, too, but she has no idea what a person of money would ever do there. Either way, skilled tan fingers hook on the first button of his shirt and undoes it, then quickly follows for the second before turning his gaze towards the poor pianist she had hired, if Jitae’s brother even counts as a pianist rather than just a guy who liked playing it sometimes.

“Good fucking night.” The man announces into the microphone and for some reason, she finds herself smiling. His voice is as profound as his eyes, deep before he chuckles at his own slurred tone. He doesn’t stutter though, liquid courage is quite clearly there with him, shining beside him. “I’m Seunghyun and I’m going to sing…something for you.”

Naturally entertaining, she finds him, watching as his tall body moves towards the pianist and whispers something in his ear before the younger man gives him a smile. The beat that plays soon after reminds her of nights out with her friends, nostalgic and yet deeply romantic; kisses that she shared in hopes of finding love and instead, she found turmoil; nights that she spent thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. His deep voice continues soon after, singing the words of Drunken Truth, his breathy and yet heartfelt tone bringing a smile up her face. The serious song is cut off by fun bits he adds, simply arranging something that makes sense in his mind and while he doesn’t reach the high notes with as much confidence as he should—granted, his voice is as relaxing as it can get—, it is far more than she had expected.

People gather, drinking joyfully at the sound of more songs, sometimes little and drunken dances included in between every verse of the songs he decides to pick. Seunghyun, as this man calls himself, has the time of his life in that stage, bringing to her eyes that he is completely alone in such a place…though, not for long, because some curious individuals looking for casual drinks at the eventful time of midnight peek their heads inside, earning a few more clients that ask for drinks and enjoy the entertainment in between laughter and shouts of the songs as well.

That is the night a new hero appears to their side of town, dressed in long coats and button downs, singing to his heart’s content and never once faltering. He’s clearly drunk and yet, he’s giving his heart out to people, saving her business absentmindedly. Maybe, the open mic was not so much of a mistake…given that she got to see the bar live in the name of this stranger.

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“Did the singer come today?”

Three Fridays ago, she saw an artist disguised as a drunken man, holding in between two elongated and long fingers a cigarette while he sang into a microphone with the other hand. His long eyelashes, reason of everyone’s fluttering feelings when he closed his eyes, are one of the many things she should not remember, but she does. A man like that, like Seunghyun, had brought her such happiness and laughter in a second, in merely an hour of performing before he disappeared, like all good things do and someone as elegant as him probably, and most definitely, will not return to such a place but damn her for wanting him back. Three Fridays ago, Seunghyun had been the main reason why so many people gathered for ‘Open Mic Fridays’ and some individuals ask for his whereabouts.

She never knows how to answer, for she has not talked to the man in all certainty. All she has done is inspect him from afar that one midnight she got to see him, but other than that, there have been no interactions. It is to be expected, after all, he must have been too good to stay or simply, too embarrassed to come back, but she wants to throw that insecurity out of the way when she reaches the spot of the bartenders.

Chanhee, the youngest bartender with short hair and rounded glasses, spoke after fixing them from falling from the bridge of her nose. “He hasn’t gotten here. I don’t think he’s going to come again.” She tells her, all inspiration and hope drained from her body. After all, the clock is already touching its one o’clock nature at midnight and that means that it is an hour closer to the moment he had used to sing three weeks ago. Chanhee inspects the boss, blinking rapidly when a brief grin appears on her face. “Why, Boss? There’s someone singing already.”

The truth falls on the fact that the bar had never been as lively as that night with Seunghyun. People had never laughed with their endless attempts, much less had they spoken about the bar to their friends. Everyone was asking for more drinks, more entertainment, more of a getaway from the complicated life at the city right now. They didn’t want to think of nine to five’s and divorce papers, all they needed was the simple touch of Seunghyun’s voice. She’s afraid that, in her hands, the bar will die…but with Seunghyun’s voice, it grows back into its roots and becomes a bigger place. “He…He just made this place feel different.” There is not more to her statement, biting down on her tongue softly when one of her workers, presumably one of the cleaners, Jiwon, hums from her spot.

“He made plenty of things in me feel different.” The cat-like woman speaks, eyes sharp and elongated, lips sultry in the smile she gives before she bursts out on laughter. “Really, Boss, lighten up! Any person who has good tastes in men would want him back. Right, Changhee?”

“Right.” She tells Jiwon before returning her gaze to the task at hand. Luckily for her, all clients are served for the moment and in a while, she’ll have to be serving again. “But…I don’t know,” Her lips pucker up when she rests her cheek against her palm. “I feel like Mr. Seunghyun was more fitting for the Boss than you, Jiwon.”

“Oh, come on girls, don’t talk about that stuff—”

“Did you ever have a partner, Boss?” Jiwon asks, now totally interested as she clasps her hands together. “I have never heard of you liking someone, actually. I think Changhee might be right…if you’re asking about the midnight singer, it’s because—”

“Because I want this bar to succeed and everyone adored him. It’s been a while since we’ve felt this place being so alive.” She utters, although part of her knows that she is also deeply entranced by the midnight singer. Something about him just gives out an air of comfort, like everything is going to be okay as long as he is there, and she may not know him—but he brought clients in, like a moth drawn to a flame. Before anyone of the staff could question her further, a frown plastered on her face, whisking away all thoughts of Seunghyun. “If you see him, tell him I’m looking for him. But get back to work, okay?”

“Yes, Boss.”

The simplicity of the situation goes away the moment he doesn’t arrive that Friday, but instead, his tan god-like appearance shows up on a Saturday, claiming the bartender’s attention as they immediately go look for the Boss. She feels him, really, even from far away, such a presence is to be felt and admired, even when it is from afar. Seunghyun doesn’t exude confidence, rather he leaves a cloud of smoke with him, those damned cigarettes his lover for all she knows. In the smoke, she reads the impressionable yet confusing state of him, how he is everything in just one person, stuck in complexes and complex himself. He pushes his pack of cigarettes down on the pocket of his coat and just as he sits by the counter, there is already someone telling her to go over him. Usher her is what her workers do and she should just get close, considering that a few steps into the bar had already lit it up with happiness.

Not that he is the type of person that is represented by flowers, growing on a tiny garden to bring felicity to this world…but in his seriousness, his straight face, his frowning eyebrows, there is some glint of fun. He is fun; not a lot of people would stand on a stage and simply own it by making a fool of themselves, but also delivering talent to the world.

Talent that he, quite clearly, does not know about.

“Seunghyun.” She curses herself mentally for greeting him like that, widening her eyes when the man turns to look at her, cocktail brought up to his lips when he quirks one of his eyebrows elegantly.

“Depends on who asks.” He answers intelligently, crossing one leg over the other after his statement. Her eyes connect the dots on his face like figures, tranced in the beauty of him and the fact that he was not a dream she had in her hazy mind, but he was real. That midnight singer is a person that could potentially save this bar.

“I’m sorry. I should have greeted first—Hello.” She says, leaning her weight against the counter before sighing. “I’m the owner of this bar. I—I know your name because of the open mic thing…” Her voice is trailing, faltering in a sense of embarrassment when she only manages to give him a soft smile. His expression remains stoic, a man of seriousness standing in front of her proudly and maybe, that rich persona that he has portrayed the two times that she has seen him comes from the fact that he may as well be a businessman, too in his mind to even understand how difficult it is to talk to him.

“I see.” Seunghyun mumbles. Meanwhile, his elbows press on the counter, the black coat not doing justice to the outline of his taut muscles, but his thighs looked marvelous under the fabric of his dark jeans. Some people are meant to be mysteries, with unknown words dangling from their every action, tongue speaking in a tone that always leaves her wanting for more. The unknown is thrilling in its own way, darkness to follow in search for light, and he is the exact epitome of that. “I’m…Choi Seunghyun.” He tells her, nodding along to his words only to throw her name at him. “Did I do anything wrong?” He asks, downing a bit of the cocktail in between his fingers, such sophistication showcasing in his gentle fingertips.

“You didn’t.”

“Good.” Awkwardly, he continues, only to show that smile that she remembered from the eventful night of meeting him.

“I…Listen, this bar is dying down slowly.” Now she is releasing the truth, keeping it away from its confines to show it to a complete stranger, but she is absolutely scared—petrified, even, of losing her best friend’s dream. “I got more clients when you performed that night and people keep asking for you because you were both hilarious and such a good singer.”

Seunghyun chuckles, placing his cocktail down before sighing. “I don’t think I’m that good.”

“You are!” She pushes, earning an unreadable gaze from Seunghyun before she continued. “I—I would really appreciate it if you sang something tonight. Anything, really, you can do it now or later, it’s okay.”

“So…you want me to perform.”

Her hands join in front of her chest, clinging to each other for dear life as she flutters her eyelids softly. “Please?” Her voice is tiny when she speaks, earning a somewhat amused look from Seunghyun. The man stands up from his seat, looking at the stage that is waiting for him with a microphone. Her hand comes up to rest on his back, patting it softly and momentarily, the touch only lasting for a second. “I’ll make sure to give you free drinks for this.”

His big ears seem interested by the idea, turning his gaze towards her before nodding. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I keep my promises.”

“Alright.” He whispers one last time, his eyes glancing across her features before rushing towards the stage, taking the microphone in between his hands and sending a greeting to the public, far more charismatic than his quiet persona.

She can’t help but clap for him, cheer like she has never done for the artists that she has seen in concerts, for they were not as raw as Seunghyun is with his show, as personal, like a friend that invites you over to karaoke and simply sings what makes him feel happier. The place shines its light on him, people laughing at his words, singing along to the popular songs he gives his own redemption to, trying not to sound too serious, afraid of seeming too given. The night, once again, is bathed by the glow of Seunghyun’s voice, deep and yet welcoming, the night turned into a sonata.

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“You’re back.”

“I imagine. I’m here, aren’t I?”

There is magic within him, in the secretive state of him that always has a smile pulling on her muscles, bringing a sense of happiness to her chest when she sees those carved masterpieces that are the dimples with his grin. It’s Friday, the fifth night of the week, the time in which he is supposed to make a home out of the bar and indeed, there are more people than ever in that eventful night. He received some greetings in his way there, chattering barely giving them enough room to speak, the sound of people in the open mic and others speaking causing too much commotion and yet, making it seem comfortable.

She didn’t ask for Seunghyun to be there, far too scared of seeming too pushy that night, but there he is…as if he has read her mind, over and over again in just the span of two days. Fridays just have his essence, the finalization of a tough routine to enter the nightly matters of the weekend. Her hipbones dig into the counter, splaying her palms over the shiny and soft texture of the surface as she looks into his eyes. Tonight, she doesn’t have to take a smile out of the midnight singer. He’s already beaming by the time he is there.

“You know, I really enjoy…singing here.” Seunghyun says, sincerity dripping from his deep voice when he leans forward, wanting to capture her gaze with his. “I would have never thought I’d do it again, but here we are.”

“There you are.” She points out, nodding her head along to his words, tucking a strand of air behind her ear. What a talent he has to turn her into a teenager, reminding her of the embarrassing day, the stuttered words, the shy remarks, all piling up to construct a mountain, a bump in her road to remind her that he once existed. This mysterious singer, thrown to her like a gift from heaven, could very much be part of her imagination or he could be an angel in disguise as a demon, but he is definitely the salvation of her business—an intriguing one at that. “To be honest, I never thought you’d be back either.” She says after breathing out softly. “Something about you just doesn’t scream staying in one place for more than a week.” Though, she doesn’t mean to offend him and it doesn’t seem to do so, either.

“I don’t,” Seunghyun confesses. “What’s the fun in that?”

“The friendships that you make in said place. The memories.” She tries to sell before pointing around the bar. “And this is a good place for that. I can tell you that we have the best margaritas in this side of town.”

Scrunching up his nose comically, Seunghyun hums. “Margaritas are not my taste.”

“Whiskey guy?” She tries to cling to the manly part of him, that exuding confidence that radiates from within him—like he knows he is good looking, like he has heard it a million times. However, he shakes his head.

“Too…strong. That’s for boys.” He tells her, quirking his eyebrows before pointing at her with his chin. “Try again.”

“Wine?” Now, her voice is much more uncertain, shrugging her shoulders soon after as if to facilitate her answer. “I’m not much of a drinker myself. Left that trial phase of my life back.”

“I’m a wine guy, indeed.” His fingers rest on each side of his face, moving his gaze away to study the architecture of the room. “I like to pretend I’m an elegant guy.”

“You are elegant.”

“Do you think so?”

“Of course.”

“Are you saying that to get me to sing here?”

A big smile appears on her face and she ponders if all this—this thinking, gullible reasoning taking up most of her brain, comes from the sense of desperation she has earned from the fear of losing this bar. That, or Seunghyun is simply a paradoxical being she wants to resolve. “I could. But I mean it, actually, I really do.” A once-over to his body is given, wanting to engrave him in her brain for the days in which she wonders where the good in the world is located. “Speaking of singing here…” Her mind gets filled with the ideas that had been running through the spaces of her brain, going from one hemisphere to the other. “I was wondering if you would want to work as entertainment here full time. Or just on Fridays. I would pay you for this, since you’re actually bringing clients and I can’t continue paying you with drinks.”

Hopefulness clads her vision, though Seunghyun is quick to give her an answer. “I have a job already…and I can’t promise to be here every single Friday…” His voice trails slowly, trying to show his apologies through his gaze instead of saying them. “I could try for you, since you are being so nice to me and apparently it helps you.” Tender, he is when he speaks, before shaking his head. “But you can’t hire me.”

“What’s your job?”

Seunghyun’s chest gets filled with pride at that question. “I work at an art museum. For now I’m only an arranger, but I hope to have my art up there at some point.”

Familiarity is a weird feeling when memories that she tries to hide come crashing down like waves, leaving her eyes widened when she gapes at his words. “No way, I was in art school before I had to drop out to help my best friend out with this bar.”

He hums at her words, as simplistic as he is. “So you help each other out?”

“I used to help her with whatever she needed, drive her here and there because she never learned how to drive. In the end…I kept the bar when she died.” Her words are softly spoken, afraid to open that Pandora box within her memories, still feeling her, hearing her voice, missing the woman that had grown alongside her. Seunghyun’s face softens at that, all traces of flirting long gone from his features.

His hand reaches for her, almost tentatively and by the way he simply pats the skin, she can tell he is not the type to be this touchy on the very first few meetings with someone. “I’m sorry.”

“…It’s okay.” She whispers, fixing the apron around her waist to distract herself. “So, Seunghyun…you say you want to get your art in that museum someday. Are you an artist?”

His face lights up at that, as if all the stars had been placed in his eyes, excitement taking over them when they talk back and forth, throwing knowledge and praises that lead to a long conversation, hours and minutes basically imperceptible with the reception of the other’s conversational skills. Of all colors, he’s golden that night, like the pen she gives him when she asks for his number, like the sound of his voice when he invites her out to have dinner sometime.

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Unfortunately for her, or rather fortunately, Seunghyun rarely feels embarrassment. The notion comes to her knowledge a month after his constant appearances every Friday at the bar, where he simply brings people together and opens a door for those who are drunken to simply have fun while singing. His eyes say that he is busy; a man too serious and tranquil to ever partake in something like this, but his lips are the ones to speak louder, simply singing into a microphone, leading the way for seas of people who come to forget about the seriousness of real life.

In most occasions, she is seated by the counter. Her usual spot with her common apron, her hair tied away from her face, strands always messily sticking out after hours of working. This is her habitat, to simply look at him from afar but to earn all of him throughout it all. If Fridays are their days at the bar, then Saturdays are their moments to get over to late-night rendezvouses, sipping on cups of coffees, rubbing their eyes to simply get that drowsiness away from them. Life with Choi Seunghyun in it is a cycle, some days he is more open than others, but he always brings a smile to her face. If knowing him is two steps forward and one step back, then she is willing to do just that.

A dance, that’s how she would describe meeting Seunghyun.

This night, he seems to be the most joyful—there is only a bottle of beer in his system, and yet he’s excitedly singing to the tune of a song she doesn’t really know. Not that she is trying, either, considering that her head is thumping with the stress of a long week of clients. The good kind, though, thankful that she is able to keep her best friend’s dream afloat. The feeling of Seunghyun’s stare on her does make her feel better, though it only magnifies the electrification in between them. He doesn’t do anything over the top, he simply uses those brown and beautiful eyes of his to glance at her, share a smile or a momentum, something that is sacred and secret in between the two. If she had to guess, Seunghyun is simply happy that he is able to have an outlet, something different from his usual job…but maybe, she has something to do with it, as well.

But she tells herself not to ponder too much on it, for Seunghyun is designated to leave one day. They are not meant to be more than just two people who happen to spend time together. Catching feelings for the obviously attractive and incredibly interesting male is expected from her, yet not the best decision.

When he walks towards her, someone else taking his spot in the stage like some drunken group of women that seem to be over their twenties, she doesn’t expect to have her smile returned or feel the warmth of his body when he nears her. Almost absentmindedly, her hands come up to rest at his chest, the contact foreign for the supposed duo of friends and his arms perfectly wrap around her shoulders, bringing her chin down to his collarbone as they swing from side to side, the sound of his deep voice mixed with the tune of the piano and the wronged voices behind them serving as music.

“We should dance.” He says, as untypical as he can get. Seunghyun is a hard man to read, full of surprises like a thriller movie. On the other hand, she could be one as well—definitely not as mysterious, though.

“Why should we?” She asks. “Is there anything we’re celebrating?”

“No.” Seunghyun’s voice is soft as he speaks, pulling away to look into her eyes before he holds on to his hands, his comical blood pumping when he swings them from side to side. “But you need to loosen up a bit.”

His hands are anchors, going down her arms and towards her waist, keeping her held tight as her eyes inspect the room. Her life has only exuded stress for the company, for she had never given herself the option of enjoying other things or even being the person she used to be. Swinging her body from side to side, slow steps matching his that are not so elegantly grazed as his existence, she wonders if she really did need Seunghyun’s appearance in her life to realize that there is a different between her professional life and her daily life. “So, you’re calling me boring.”

“Yes.” Seunghyun teases, a hiss escaping his lips when she grabs his face.

“Say that again and I’ll fight you.” She jokes back, joyful laughter flowing in between the two when Seunghyun pinches her waist.

“You’re pretty.” He pronounces, the words barely going through his lips when he continues with one of his unusual comments. “Not in Picasso type of way though. You’re not pretty like one of those paintings. I would compare you to a Dali piece of work, actually. I prefer his portraits.”

“…I’ll take the compliment and ignore the part in which you compared me to cubism.” She retorts, his face getting washed with what seems to be embarrassment before he continues his waltz with her. In the middle of the bar, she can already feel the gazes of some of her staff on her, wondering and pondering what their unlucky Boss is doing with the midnight man…but just like the bar calls her late at night for it to be taken care of, Seunghyun keeps bringing her in with his different charms. His smell, deeply engraved in her brain, becomes more prominent when she leans forward, their chests pushed together by the action. “I was meaning to tell you that I think you’re quite good looking, yourself.”

“You don’t do much of a good job at hiding it.” He chuckles, everything about him making her feel unlike anyone else. Not to say there weren’t people before him, all faces contorted in different shapes, either of heartbreak or absolute adoration. All of them she had to let go of and in the long run, she knows the morning will stop her call with midnight, it will eventually lead to a short and abrupt end, leaving her wanting for more but her eyelids won’t be powerful enough to keep herself awake through the night. “Want to have coffee tomorrow?”

“Don’t we always have coffee? Why do you even ask?” She tells him, sending a pointed glare at the man before sighing. “Thank you so much for helping me out with the bar, Seunghyun.”

“I come here for the drinks, what are you talking about?”

Pushing her body away from his, yet a bit unwillingly, she curses him under her breath before smiling. “Ah, seriously, I’m like…so close to kicking you out of my fucking bar.”

The reality falls on the fact that she doesn’t know what would die first: her heart or the bar, if Seunghyun ever were to leave. She knows that he shouldn’t be anything special, that she shouldn’t hold on to the conversations about art and the memories of their past, their imminent fears of the future coming afloat whenever they simply brush the topic with the tip of their words. Finding someone alike her won’t lead her to growing as a person, rather it could only bring her down, and finding interest in a man who has so clearly been a memory of the weekend and not much more than a flickering light must be a sin. Yet, there she is, his body positioned behind her as they walk through the crowds of people, going over to one of the tables to talk while enjoying the show.

For now, the morning still greets her with the sight of Seunghyun, waiting outside her home with his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans, looking for his box of cigarettes to get his first drag of the day. For now, Seunghyun is the taste of coffee and not the taste of leaving.

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“No way, this is signed?!”

Seunghyun only prides himself in a few things and more often than not, he tries to cover his insecurities with overflowing confidence that sometimes he lacks. Though, that rarely happens with art. When he spoke, two months before that day, about his art collection storage room, she thought it was just some room in his apartment that he kept filled with art. Mind her, it’s exactly that—but it’s even better than her mind could have ever mustered. The dark room has the perfect lightning, black walls cladded in the most gorgeous of art, some statues here and there, though not many, canvases of different sizes appearing at every spot she looked at.

Some art supplies are gathered by the table Seunghyun is sitting by, his black hair down as a pair of nicely framed glasses fall upon his nose-bridge. Still as cozy as ever, he is wearing a sweater at home even though the weather for her was not cold enough to even wear something long sleeved, but that is just Seunghyun’s style. Just as she lets her fingertips graze the beautiful piece of realism art, Seunghyun hums from his spot.

“I met the artist when I was putting a few pieces of his up in the museum. We talked and he gave me a copy or some shit like that.” Seunghyun adds, always honest as shall be. When she turns to look at him, there is a smile on her face, extending her arms on each side of her body to twist and turn around the place, surrounded exactly by what she had been loving from the moment she could recognize what art was. Art school called out her name, but she thought it was too late…and now that she saw her longtime lover, she could admit that she missed it. “Are you having fun?”

“A lot, really.” She comments, stopping just in time to place her hands on the armrests of his chair, a big smirk displayed on her face when she speaks up. “You really know how to get to a woman’s heart, huh?”

“I do.” It is not the first time she has ever spoken about their obvious interest towards one another but something about the other simply kept them in place, paralyzed and afraid of ever coming closer. Sometimes, she catches herself believing that there is really nothing in between the two—Seunghyun is a nice friend, she proclaims it to be, but deep down she knows she feels much more than that. Like her heart is being ripped out and her lungs have run short with breaths after so much laughter coming from his jokes. As if the world is alive, beaming, shining and sometimes, she swears he feels the same way, too. “Anyone who has good taste likes my storage room.”

“Excuse me,” She adds sarcastically, moving the seat back and forth to get his attention. “Let’s paint something.”

“Now?”

“When else?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you paint…or a piece of art from you, actually.” Seunghyun announces, turning on his chair until he is face-to-face with the painting products in front of him. A rainbow of different shades, brands and types of paint, all waiting for them to use them. “It’s like you hide your past, too. I mean…you’re always talking about the bar and about how much you like art, but what else is there to you?”

He doesn’t mean it wrongly, rather, he is asking her to open up to him, absentmindedly or not, she is not certain. Seunghyun is like that; what goes through his brain is told and sometimes, he gets impatient in his little rendezvous through life. Surprise takes over her, though it doesn’t show through her expression, hyper aware of the fact that she, too, has been hiding from him. A game of hide and seek has been going through their lives, afraid of getting too close, of speaking too loudly, of getting too fond of each other. She only knows this—how to run away, how to concentrate in one thing at a time and love is not one of those. Just like him, she is used to breathing out the name of love in repulse, with hatred.

Her finger coats itself in the color yellow, running it over his chiseled cheekbones and jaw in two motions. The tanned man turns to look at her, eyebrows raised as an amused smile appears on his face. “What do you want to know?” She asks playfully, trying to mask the seriousness of the situation with something lightweight and when he takes the color violet in between his fingers, letting it paint her black shirt with the color, he finally speaks up.

“I don’t know, something interesting.”

“Nothing about me is interesting.” She comments, though Seunghyun doesn’t seem to have it.

“It is to me.” He confesses, scrunching up his nose soon after before he picks up a few brushes.

“Okay, big fact about me. I don’t like Salvador Dali’s art as much as you do.”

“That’s enough. Out of my house.” Seunghyun jokes, his voice tainting in the color gray with its faux anger, though the smile on his face is as white as it can get, coming from an angel. “Tell me something real. You’re not only art and the bar. There’s more to you, isn’t there?”

To him, she is not the simplistic color of black or gray or white. To him, there must be shades to her, different shapes and styles, isms that she should be able to show to him but is unable to. She realizes this at that moment, holding a few brushes in between her hands when she finally pushes all insecurities aside. If it is meant to end, then it should end with the most gorgeous of colors. Their story should not be doomed by restrictions simply because the morning is bound to come.

The day it ends she wants to say that she tried and if she ever falls in love, she would adore to say that there is nothing more gorgeous than the midnight that rests in Choi Seunghyun’s eyes.

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She feels him.

She feels him stirring by her side in the small couch of her office at the bar, his strong back suddenly becoming prominent under her touch when he extends his arms over his head and he turns to his side to continue sleeping. It’s uncomfortable, yes, but even if the apocalypse were to happen Seunghyun would be able to sleep through it. His thighs are warm against hers, the friction of skin becoming a bit damp by the heated weather. His lips ghost over her forehead for a second and maybe, it is her sleepy state talking for her because Seunghyun is not the type to go for a morning kiss, much less is he the type to wake up earlier than her, so she continues to keep her eyes closed and basks on the smell of him.

But she feels him, she swears she does, in every corner of her body, in every fingertip, even in the space between them because Seunghyun is imminently a reminder of Fridays and Saturdays, and that morning her lips are tingling from all the kisses they shared, all the laughs they gave. Her waist is practically holding the shape of him with how he always likes to cling to the skin, running his fingers down to her hips and then back up. He loves to bring her closer when they are alone, but in the eyes of the world he is just a serious man. She feels his irrationality when he told her at midnight, right after closing the bar, albeit silently, that they could simply take their joyful attraction to the couch and when he said that they could sleep there, too tired to even move from his spot, she had retorted with the fact that he was crazy. Her neck now begs for a break, but pulling away from Seunghyun is the most difficult task she could do in her life.

She has tried to, not to say that she hasn’t. The mark of three months of knowing each other had filled her with insecurity, afraid of getting too attached to the man that had never done so much as kissing her after a night at the bar, but then…as the months passed, she found herself in his arms again. Each time, Seunghyun welcomed her with something new. At first, she started seeing him in days other than Fridays and Saturdays. Then, he introduced her to more parts of him and consequently, she opened the gates of her past and welcomed parts of her personality that she had buried to give entrance to responsibility. Each time she tries to leave, she takes a good look at Seunghyun—not his beauty but his soul, the one he shows in his eyes, that gleam that she had once judged from a man who only wanted to leave…when in reality, he was a man that feared the forthcoming state of being abandoned. Betrayed. Left alone with his hatred for love.

Once again, her skin makes out the figure of him; this time, his arms wrap around her waist and he brings her up his body until she is resting in between his legs, her cheek pressing down on to his chest. Seunghyun is not touchy, she has learned, not because he is embarrassed but because he doesn’t seek for it. To him, there are a million ways to show appreciation and touch is not one of them. Unlike her, who simply adores the reassurance that physical touch brings. Yet, there, where she lays she can feel his heartbeat like the tempo of a song, the ones that he used to sing at the bar but now become a rare occurrence, youthful in every given way. Seunghyun is not the type for love songs and yet, she swears she hears them every time she sees him.

This time, she really does open her eyes because feeling him can also be compared to seeing him, touching him, remembering those thin lips that had kissed her with all the fervor in the world and those closed eyes that would once again open to welcome her with happiness. This is the type of feeling that she had never wanted to attach to the midnight singer, the one who is bound to leave, and yet, she can say to herself that she never wants to let go of this moment. The leather of the couch is uncomfortable and the AC is doing a poor job at keeping them fresh, but she is far too lost in tracing the outline of his sharp cheekbones, his nice jaw and when she gets to his lips, she can already hear the groan in his voice.

“What are you doing?” At this point, it would be a rarity to say that she is simply grasping the feeling of him and remembering, through the touch of their bodies, that they are more than two hurt souls could ever admit. Seunghyun is not the type for a confession and neither is she, but they know they hold a relationship with the other. Romantic, yes, but also in the shape of souls that are connected in hopes of bringing joy to the other’s live. His tone is a bit annoyed and yet, with his eyes closed, she swears she sees a smile appearing on his features.

“Just…” She whispers, trying to find the correct reasoning for this, but nothing comes to mind, leaving her to her poor attempts at poetry. “Remembering you.”

“Remembering me?” Seunghyun’s deep voice asks, even deeper when he is just waking up and when his eyes finally open, he closes them once again, the light coming from the blinds suddenly too strong for him. “…What does that even mean?” This morning, he is more curious than ever and she hates him for that. He loves uncovering even the deepest secrets of hers.

“I don’t know.”

“You say it as if you’re going to leave.” Though, there is a bit of a question in his tone and when a soft breath leaves through his nose, a bit deep in its delivery, she knows that there is a monster in the back of his mind, telling him that this is not forever…this is temporary. This comfort they feel with the other, sometimes holding a name and other times not doing so at all, is definitely not going to last for a long time.

“I’m not.” She promises, though she doesn’t know why she says it in such seriousness, unlike any of them. Leaning her head down, she presses her lips down on his, the soft touch reciprocated by the man when he parts his lips softly and lets his hands rest on top of her back. “I’m not leaving you, Seunghyun.”

He opens one of his eyes at that, chuckling at her words before closing his eyes once again. “Me neither.”

“Good.”

“Good.” Seunghyun pats the back of her thigh after that, the sound booming against the walls. “Now get off me, this couch is burning my back and I need to breathe.”

“Asshole.”

Though she curses at him, she knows her intentions are clear. Even when the morning comes, Seunghyun will continue to be here and she’ll wait for the midnight to appear again just to get a chance to touch his lips.

#t.o.p scenarios #t.o.p #bigbang scenarios #bigbang #kpop scenarios #writing #t.o.p au #t.o.p fluff #bigbang au #bigbang fluff #bar singer!t.o.p #because 1) seunghyun's singing doesn't get enough recognition and #2) bigbang is going to coachella i'm hyped

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