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actuallysaiyan · 2 months

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I Still Want You Around(Part I)

The Meet-Cute!(Part I)

warnings: mentions of drinking, smoking, meet-cute pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!OC taglist: @beneathstarryskies @seireiteihellbutterfly summary: Karin is fed up with living at Maison Azimu, and she wants to leave when her flatmates go a little too far. Everything changes when she meets the new manager, Kento Nanami. He's a like a dream come true to her. Mr. Ide offers the idea to throw a party to celebrate his homecoming, to which Karin begrudgingly accepts.

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“My goodness Karin, you’re going to die if you keep studying like this.” Kimiko moans, taking a sip of her drink. She lounges in her babydoll in Karin’s room, a cold beer in her hand.

Karin grunts, “Can’t you just leave me alone? Is it that bad that I want to get into a good college?”

Kimko laughs loudly; it’s a loud belly laugh. The sound attracts others to the small room, causing them all to interrupt Karin’s studying session. Mr. Ide makes his way into the room through the secret hole in the wall that connects his room to Karin’s. He often peeks at her while she’s in her more intimate moments, even watching her sleep at times. She yelled at him over and over, but nothing could stop the man from breaking into her room and stealing her food.

“Ugh! Please, all of you leave!” Karin throws a book at Mr. Ide’s head, but he ducks.

Kimiko laughs, “ Come onnnnnn, Karin! Live a little!”

There’s some commotion as someone swings the door to Karin’s room open wide, and in bounces the rather stout Mrs. Orito. She smirks when she notices her flatmates are present here. She sits down next to Karin, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her in even closer. Mrs. Orito smells of cigarettes and cheap perfume.

“When ya gonna get married and leave this sad sorry place, huh, Karin?” She drawls, looking deep in the young woman’s eyes.

Karin groans in annoyance, “I could do that if I were to get a good career! Now, please! Everyone leave me alone! I need to study!”

Kimiko laughs again, taking another drink of beer. Mr. Ide brings forth another pack of beer, sliding it over to both Mrs. Orito and Kimiko. They all crack one open, and Kimiko waves the can of beer in Karin’s face. She’s about to snap, and she’s going to end up saying something awful. It’s not that Karin absolutely hates her flatmates, but it’s a lot to deal with on the daily. If they were a bit more considerate and a bit more kind, she would probably even be able to tolerate them.

“Bottoms up, young Karin!” Mr. Ide says as he grips her hair and pulls her head back. Before she can do anything, he’s pouring beer into her mouth.

Karin sputters, “Hey! What’d you do that for?”

Mrs. Orito cheers, “we’re gonna celebrate!”

Kimiko joins in on the cheering, getting up to turn on the small radio in Karin’s room. She begins dancing to the pop music that begins blaring, causing Mr. Ide to get such an eyeful of her body. Mrs. Orito smirks and takes a big gulp of her beer. Karin is growing more and more frustrated as the seconds go by. She’s shaking with anger as this debauchery and shenanigans continues.

“I’ve had enough! I’m gonna move out!”

Everyone stops and looks seriously at Karin. She’s up on her feet, pacing in the small room. Then she opens her room door, looking out into the hallway. She’s going to contact the manager and tell him that she’s had enough. She can’t take this anymore. Kimiko is quick to come over to Karin and try to smooth over the situation.

“Awhh,” Kimiko hiccups. “You can’t leave! No no no! Plus, when’s the last time you saw the manager, anyway?”

Kimiko had a point. The older gentleman who used to take care of this place has suddenly been less around. Actually, none of them had seen the man since the prior month. Perhaps he had finally called it quits due to his age and his health. Though he had seemed quite spry for someone his age, something like this can really take a toll on someone’s health. Especially with the crazy tenants that live here.

“Are you really leaving?” Sei calls from the Orito room. He’s looking up at Karin, a little bit of a frown on his face.

Karin leans down and ruffles his hair, “Look, kid…I can’t stay here forever. I just…I need a place of my own.”

Kimiko and Mrs. Orito comes over and the older woman wraps her arm around Karin’s shoulder once more. The smell of stale cigarettes just seems to permeate the air whenever she’s around. Karin sighs, not wanting to hear whatever bullshit advice or suggestion either of her flatmates have for her.

Suddenly, the main door opens and in walks the new manager. Kento Nanami has just inherited the boarding house. Everyone stops arguing and talking, taking in the sight of the breathtaking man. He smiles at the tenants; a smile that’s reminiscent of the warmth of the sunshine.

“Oh! Hello, is this the Azimu house?” Kento asks, his voice like warm butter.

Mrs. Orito smirks. “Yeah it is, and?”

Kento laughs softly, “I’m the new manager. As of today.”

Kimiko and Mrs. Orito share glances. They push Karin forward and the young woman almost falls against his chest. She blushes as she looks at the new manager; her face so hot and her eyes wide. It’s almost like love at first sight for her.

“Aintcha gonna put in your notice?” Kimiko taunts.

Karin shakes her head, “No way! Are you kidding me?”

Kento seems confused, but he brushes it off. Maybe something happened before he even arrived. He looks around the main entryway to look at the tenants. He knows he’ll have fun getting to know them all. He’s been longing for something to do like this. It feels like it wasn’t that long ago that he was spending his days and nights with Hina, but now…

“I’ll be moving into the manager’s room tomorrow. I’ll see you all then.”

Before he leaves, Mr. Ide pipes up. He seems interested in what happened to the old manager. Kento frowns for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. It seems like he does owe them all a bit of an explanation. He can’t just pop up and say he's the manager without telling them what’s going on.

“He quit,” Kento says. “Something about being too old to manage a place like this. Whatever that means…”

And with that, he leaves them all with a bow. Karin feels her heart racing, and she’s not sure she could calm it down even if she tried. He’s the most handsome man she’s ever laid eyes on. She begins to daydream of running her fingers through his blond hair, kissing his cushioned lips and gazing into those beautiful hazel eyes.

“Hah! Now that’s a man to sink your teeth in, yeah?” Mrs. Orito asks, nudging Kimiko with her elbow.

“Oh hell yes! And a manager too? Wow! Did you see the muscles on him?”

As the two women gossip about their new manager, Karin pretends not to be interested. Instead, she walks into her room and slams her door shut. Things are about to change around here. And if she wants to make a good impression on the manager, she’s going to have to buckle down and study hard. She doesn’t want to be a ronin her entire life. It’s not worth it to be such a bum and a lazy slob. She sits down at her desk after turning off the radio and opens up the book she was studying from.

“Ahhh young love,” Mr. Ide says from his spot between the two rooms.

Karin laughs sarcastically, “You really have no idea how annoying you are, do you? And what about young love? Who’s in love?”

“It’s very obvious to anyone with eyes that you and the manager are a match made in heaven. It’s just too bad he’d never want to be with you considering you’re just a ronin.”

Karin grumbles, turning her attention back to her book. She has a test in a few days, and she knows this one is important. It’s going to count for a lot of her grade. She needs to get herself into a college, whether or not it’s a good one. She can’t fail the entry-level exam again. Karin would be the laughingstock of the town and worse…the house.

“Why don’t we throw a party tomorrow?” Mr. Ide asks, crawling over to the young ronin.

“No parties! Why would we have a party?”

Mr. Ide smirks, “To celebrate the new manager, of course.”

“Fine, but I can’t stay long. I have an important test in a few days.”

Mr. Ide reassures her that she’ll be able to leave as soon as she wants, but he knows fully that they’ll more than likely be having this party in this very room. It’s just too much fun to rile up young Karin. She gets ever so frustrated with just the slightest bit of teasing. The way her cheeks burn and she grumbles, it’s almost adorable.

“One drink, then I’m done. Got it? Now scram!”

Mr. Ide raises his hands in defense. “Hey now, no need to get angry. One drink, that's it.”

Karin sighs, “I don’t really believe you, but please…just leave.”

And with that. Karin is left with her studies.

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Can you Keep A Secret

TITLE: Can you keep it a secret? CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 3 of 4

AUTHOR: ValarieRavenhearst2 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine working with Loki in some way but you keep your distance because you have a massive crush on him and you tend to always embarrass yourself. Alas you find yourself in need of his help as you need his magic and he’s the only one for the job.

All the incubators in the lab make it feel like a sauna today, with so many new species needing direct heat, we’ve had to give them their own room. All my specimens look healthy and well after yesterdays’ sampling and I record their status on my iPad. After working by myself for half an hour I make the easy decision to take my jumper off before I start to sweat. As I start to wiggle out of it by easing it over my head, my shirt begins to rise with it and I make that awkward wiggle to try and magically make my shirt fall down without putting my arms back down. Whilst in the midst of my struggle I can hear the keypad being used to unlock the lab door and instinctively I throw myself to my knees to hide as my shirt has risen over my bra. Instant regret. I quickly correct myself on the ground as I hear Dr Banner and another botanist talking idly. The side of my abdomen stings viciously in warning as the material of my shirt goes back over it. I quickly flip it up again to inspect a small scratch now etched over my ribs, ending just under my bra. I hiss quietly in annoyance at my own stupidity as I stand calmly to inspect what I could have scratched myself on. Dr Banner greets me in surprise, obviously questioning what I am doing on the ground.

“Good morning.” I give them both a greeting smile, “I just dropped my jumper.” I wave it at them as proof and they go back to their conversation whilst I look at the plant specimens in front of me. This odd, black looking orchidaceous plant looks awfully ominous with its long bristly thorns of an olive green hue. It must have been the culprit as none of its neighbours have any type of protruding bristles. With a slight panic spiking in my veins I try to examine it’s ID card but it’s information is mostly blank as it hasn’t begun rigours testing yet. Shit! What if it’s poisonous. Surely it would be in a covered incubator if it was known to be poisonous and over in lab 2 with the others. I try not to act concerned as I question if the other two know anything about it and the other botanist, Swanson? I think. Says that the whole table is due for testing today by his team. I just nod in acknowledgment and calmly exit the lab. I mean, I feel okay, right? I don’t feel faint and or woozy. I canter off to the bathroom after throwing my jumper over my chair; I quickly raise my shirt again in the mirror to get a better look. It’s not that bad … I suppose. The thin red slice is only about six centimetres long and it doesn’t look like there’s anything caught in the wound. Honestly, what an idiot. I can’t believe I was so reckless. If bloody Branson found out he’d have my head and he’d carry on for eternity how right he was about me. Oh the ridicule! He’d have me on desk duty till he dies. No one can know! I’m breaking every safety protocol we have but if I am to die from it so be it. I’d rather die quietly than admit my fault to that grumpy old git. After a quick rendezvous with the first-aid box I should be fine. I’ll just have to spy on the other team later to see if they come with anything concerning on the evil looking sucker. Ugh! I can’t believe I just did that. As I exit the bathroom mumbling curses at myself, adjusting my skin tight black turtleneck, a wisp of black enters my peripheral and I know that the god of mischief has returned to the floor. His eyes find me as I cross the open bullpen to my desk and I let go of the hem of my shirt and make an effort to make the concern vanish from my face. Draped in a navy Asgardian attire, he is what my high school best friend would call a snack. I briefly notice accents of gold and olive lining the leather but I am quick to advert my eyes and look busy. I suppose he would be a nice distraction from the sting in my side but I needn’t the extra embarrassment on top of my slightly spiked anxiety. I can hear Branson’s old decrepit voice engaging with that sultry sirens call as they wander by my desk but I make myself continue typing on my computer as if my life depends on it. As soon as he’s passed me I can smell his cologne lingering to tease me. Do Asgardians even wear cologne or is that just him? I shake my head, determined not to let my thoughts distract me. As I continue to work at my desk for the day, every time I stretch and move around I check on the other team working in the lab and notice that pointy little sucker is still out in the open so my panic levels have been low and every time I go to the bathroom I check my side; gently peeling off the large non stick plaster to inspect the fading mark. The redness has reduced so much that I have to strain myself to notice the mark. I steal glances with the God of Mischief throughout the day as he wanders from station to station. I smile politely whenever our eyes meet and always breakaway first to continue working, which I notice earns me a sly grin after the fifth time. See, I knew that tricky bugger was up to something. I just know he purposefully loves to get under my skin. But I am not giving him the satisfaction of watching me blush today. Two can play at that game. Danny surprises me at lunch by bringing me a latte and childish teasing. He sits on the edge of my desk and immediately notices Loki working in the adjacent Lab in clear view of my desk. Trying to be noticeably subtle he continuously taps my shoulder whilst cooing in excitement like a giddy school girl. I shush him and punch him hard in the leg whilst acting like his antics haven’t phased me. I’ve been doing an amazing job of ignoring his presence all morning, he is not going to trick me into actively swooning now.

“Oh he looking.” Danny murmurs whilst turning his head away, tapping my shoulder again.

“Shut up!” I mutter back as I briefly glare at him in warning before retuning my attention to my computer screen.

“Girl he’s definitely checking you out.” He rearranges himself as he opts for standing behind me and leaning over me like he’s studying what I’m doing.

“I’m going to kill you.” I swivel in my chair so that I’m facing away from the Lab. “You’re such a trouble maker.” I hiss and jokingly shove him so not to make a big scene. “Don’t you have work of your own to do?” I question as I make an excuse to walk out of sight by taking my drink bottle to fill it up. Danny follows, chuckling evilly to himself.

“Yeah but this is more fun.” I threaten to throw water on him. “But seriously, he’s definitely watching you.” I could feel it! But I ain’t playing into Danny’s game.

“Yeah right,” I scoff as I begin back to my desk with Danny in tow, “what for? A good laugh if I stumble?” I take my seat but swivel so I’m facing Danny and away from Loki.

“Well no ‘cause I don’t think he’s ever laughed when you’ve embarrassed yourself.” Danny leans against the empty desk adjacent to mine and I gasp at him with forced hurtfulness.

“Are you saying I’m not funny?” I question mockingly and his face grimaces fiercely as he shrugs in agreement.

“Well, either he’s attracted to you or just pities you.” He deduces with his great sleuthing skills. “Which would you prefer?” I scowl so hard at him that he might burst into flames yet his shiteating grin is till carved into his face. I don’t answer, not diving into this ridiculous conversation (not to mention unsafe when he’s so close). With a steady, yet annoyed breath, I exhale loudly before turning back to my computer and turn my concentration up to a hundred and ten percent to block out Loki’s alluring figure in my peripherals.

“I have work to do and if you’ve only come to tease me you can piss off.” I purse my lips together in my best passive resting bitch face before flipping him off. Honestly what an arse – breaking basic friend 101 rules. Don’t joke about the crush in front of the crush.

“So touchy today.” He laughs and kisses me on the cheek before stepping around my desk before I can clock him one. “I’ll see you later.” He teases before leaving and I can feel myself being watched and it is so tempting to look to where that burning urge is coming from but I just know if I make eye contact I’ll blush several noticeable shades. I’ll remain strong, purely out of spite. I finish all my paper work earlier than expected and manage to send off all my reports just has mid afternoon rolls around. Spite is a good focuser. As I’m scanning through my emails to see if I need to reply to any I get a page from Clint to say that he’s on his way up to check out his new arrow heads. I beam excitedly in remembrance, jumping up from my desk and heading over to Lab 2, where I had been storing them in the cool room at the back of the lab. I had been experimenting and developing new knockout gasses and combustibles and I thought adapting them to Clint’s arrow heads would be a more challenging task then the standard grenades. Thus far the little project has been a success, they just haven’t had any field time yet. I notice Loki watching me through his lashes as I swipe into the lab and punch in the code. We’ve already exchanged pleasantries for the day so there’s no need for me to make any form of acknowledgment as I enter. As I enter through the double doors he straightens himself, most likely in expectance that I had entered to speak with him since it’s only he and another botanist in the Lab. But I just walk straight through without a glance which gives me such a surge of power, knowing how much confusion I was causing him even though his poker face is exceptional. After punching in the security code on the fridge I gently pull out the draw with the arrow tips and remove the tray, taking it with me. I have to make eye contact on my way back since focusing straight ahead would be too obvious and the key is subtlety here if I want to be one up on his intimidating behaviour. My lips curve pleasantly at him but I don’t say anything as I head back to the door. Clint is already at my desk and is glancing around for me. He waves happily when he sees me and opens the door for me so I don’t have to.

“Hey,” he smiles at me and I pass him the tray, “you sure these work?” He questions mockingly.

“Have I ever failed you before?” I coyly quirk my brows in rebuke.

“Want to test them with me?” He nods his head at the door for me to follow him and I do with a skip in my step. I did archery as a child but I got nothing on him. I take my time to relish in the fact that Loki hasn’t taken his eyes off me as I exit through the corridor and I even dare a cheeky, subtly seductive glance over my shoulder just to make sure. Oh it feels good to be bad .. no wonder he loves it.

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violetnotez · 3 years

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What would Hawks be like with a really small (like 4’9”-5’0”) s/o who basically has a heart attack everytime he makes a slightly flirty remark and is very shy and quiet who loves cuddles? I loved your hawks fic to deATH you do such a good hawks 🥺🥺

Omg I love this idea so so much!😍 I know it’s been a bit, but thank you for liking my hawks fics 🥺 I wanna write for him more, so hopefully that’ll happen soon! ☺️☺️

Hawks x reader

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Warnings: cussing, slight suggestive themes

*theres a part thats not that GN, so just in case Im gonna seperate it from the fic with these symbols- ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* I hope it doesnt make it hard to read!

Music Collection | Tip Jar | Requests!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

It painssss meee sm but Hawks is canonly short/average height

(Like isn’t he 5’5” correct my ass if I’m wrong 😂💀)

(*Somebody corrected my ass he is 5’8” YAY🤣🤣🤣🤣)

But if he had an s/o who is SHORTER

Ohoohohohooo get ready for the constant teasing and affection

Also him being so overly protective

For some reason you being smaller than him, his hero instincts kick in and he just wants to protect you 24/7

Wanna go grab yourself lunch? Hes coming

Walking by yourself? Has his hands wrapped around your shoulder

The man is clingyyyyyyyyyyy

He just finds you so adorable-calls you “his little dove” all the time

Especially when you get flustered OH MY GOD he livessss to make you flustered

May have crossed a few lines a few times- all in good fun tho!!!

In his eyes it was good fun lmao

Like the one time you tried to buy furniture for your guys’ apartment

One of the sales associates were helping you two find a bed set for your room, showing you this nice one in one of the show rooms

And this cheeky ass guy goes “Nah, that wont do...need something a little sturdier, know what I mean?” and then nudges you with a wink

LIKE WTF KEIGO

You turn beet beet red, and the poor lady coughs and tried to ignore the comment

You never wanted to die more in your life

But get used to it though, cause this guy will do it constantly just to get a reaction out of you

Has this infactuation with grabbing your ass-

You could be minding your own business, and this dude will just grab a handful

And will not just do it at home- in public too

He’s pretty sly about it- he’ll have his arm wrapped around your shoulder like he usually does, but then slowlllyyyyy just dips his hand between your shoulder blades, tracing your spine,

and then next thing you know your squeaking in surprise cause he just groped your rear like it was nothing

His excuse is “You just looked cute- I had to!”

If you wear anything tight forming it just gets increasingly worse

Once you two were invited to this really formal hero’s gala type thing, where you had to wear a really nice dress

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You got this beautiful, glittering gown, a little more tight forming that your usual attire

You felt really good in it- and he took notice

Ngl when he saw you walk out in that gown he thought he was gonna go into heat early

THIS MAN GOES THROUGH RUTS FIGHT ME ON THIS

“Damn, I dont think my little bird is so little anymore,” he said gruffly, pulling into a tight hug

*cue the flusterdness

Once he sees you flustered- the dude does not stop-

like at all

“You look beautiful you know that?” “Im so lucky to have you little dove,” “Man, wish we didnt have to leave right now, Id love to get under that dress of yours-”

“HAWKS”

At this point you were stuttering from your flusterdness and you needed some relief ASAP

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Even though he loves to make you flustered,

making you flustered when your being clingy takes the cake

Somehting about you snuggling into him to hide your face after he tells you how beautiful you are or makes flirtatious comments is just so CUTE to him

Usually happens when he says something so flirty you literally feel all the heat rush to your head

You two were having a cuddle session one day, your legs wrapped your his waist and head just resting on his chest

And then he has the audacity to go-

“You know I love you wearing my clothes...but what Id really like if they were on the floor-hows that sound?”

That particular comment made you really off guard, and you literally gasped

You didnt want him seeing how affected you were by his words, so you ducked your face into his neck almost immediately

He can feel his heart just melting in his chest when you do that

“Aww did I make ya little too flustered, dove?” hed ask with a chuckle, petting your head

This man can never get caught off guard istg

You just mumble out a “maybe” and UGH its just so cute to him

“C’mon, babe its just me- you dont have to hide,”

Once you finally muster the courage to show him your face, you can barely keep eye contact cause youre afraid you’ll just turn into a stuttering mess on his lap

You cant hide anything from him though

He instantly notices, chuckling as he gently takes your face in his hands, brushing your cheek with his thumb

“Ya know I was only kidding, right? You dont have to do anything you dont want to, babe, ” he smiles at you with the most sweetest, endearing look on his face, his eyes lovingly looking at you

You give him a small smile, feeling a bit less flustered than before

“-but if ya want too, I wouldnt be against it....”

*dives back into his neck wiofhuiweruifhwruifhrwi-

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Hello!!!

I'm here with some Muslim Hawks headcanons!!

Okayyy soooo you that headcanon of how Hawks collects trinkets? Yeah Muslim Hawks would definitely flirt with you by giving you churiyan (probably gold or red ones lol) and when you wear them, he feels so possessive and can't control himself and play with your hands and fingers telling you how he can't wait to put a ring on you and how these colors look so pretty on you

Speaking of jewelry, when you guys get engaged (which you will cuz he knows how to keep a good reputation with the elders), he gives you jewelry that has his feathers incorporated in it

Okay! But if its not churiyan, I think he would get you an anklet bracelet (payal?), and lmao he would corner you and would crouch down and just softly touch your ankle while putting it on you, and to tease you, he would slowly trace his fingers up your leg while looking up at you with his sharp and playful gaze and he would relish in the way you blush and squeak Hawks! And run away LOLL

Also! He loves it when you feed him, will coo and chirp like a god damn bird. Again you know that trope of the bride feeding the groom, he would totally grab your hand to feed him, and maintain eye contact the whole time, his hawk like gaze pinning you in space and you're just trying not die from blushing

Nickenames!!! Has a plethora of nicknames for you like meri jaan, meri chaand, etc. but his main ones are 'meri chhoti churiya' (my little bird) or 'meri methi churiya' (my sweet bird)! And everytime he utters these names, it'd make you soooo flustered! And omg if he calls you that in front or near the elders, you'd blush so hard while subtly glaring at him and he would just smirk and wink at you lolll

Also I feel like he would be that asshole who scares you when you're at a party and telling djinn stories LOL like the kids and others are all gathered in a room after dinner, its after maghrib, and you are telling djinn stories or watching a horror movie, and when the scary part comes, he would send one his feathers to tickle your feet or touch your shoulder or ear, and you'd squeak and jump right into him (cuz of course hes sitting right beside you, even though you tried to move away from him, you know halal distances and stuff) and he's just sitting all smug and being like "don't worry jaan I'll protect you" LMFAO

Okay okay, that's enough for now, I'll send more soon!!!!

WIAFHFHFHFFN THE FIRST SENTENCE I WAS SOLD!! man I’ve been so excited and literally WAITING to tackle these cuz you always deliver the best headcannons

I could totally see over the expanse of him trying to court you your wardrobe if accessories would slowly shift over to red and gold colors, and if you don’t wear them then he gets all pouty and moody until you catch his drift and run back to wear his colors:)

OO FUUCCKKKK YO PAYAL IS SO SEXY AND FOR WHAT?? Like maybe you’re at someone else’s wedding sitting down from dancing so much, or just stuffed with food when he pounces on your vulnerable state.

“Hey there churiya(bird), I hope you liked my churiyan(bangles),” he snorts at his cringe joke and you can’t help but loosely suppress a laugh yourself.”

“Ha-ha Keigo, verryyyy funny. Arent you supposed to be schmoozing up to your usual harem?”

“My harem?” He pretends to look shocked and places a hand on his chest. “I’m insulted, truly. It’s not a harem, it’s a cult.”

“Ugh!” You get up to leave when he drops to a kneel and grabs your foot, preventing you from leaving.

“What’re you doing?”

“You know, I might have a cult following, but I think id rather keep you as my high priestess. What do you say?” You feel sturdy fingers dancing along your feet and you giggle as he tickles the bottoms.

Then a cold lightweight chain is looped around your toes and around your ankle. You angle to look at it in surprise, and open your mouth to ask why he’s putting payal on you when his fingers start to wander.

Your mouth is stuck open as you watch in shock how his nails lightly rake your smooth skin, and trace up your kameez, letting the cloth ride up your bare legs in a teasing taste of what was his to come.

“Yeah? You enjoying that churiya? There’s more where that came from,” he whispers as he draws his head near and drills his golden eyes into your fluttering ones.

“You-what-“ you sputter as he grips your knee as draws small circles at the back of it.

“If you want me to to higher, you gotta take me out on a date first. Or put a ring on it, either way doesn’t matter to me.”

“Hawks!” You try to pretend you don’t enjoy the sound of his boisterous laughter as you spring up and run to hide your face.

You know he’ll be back though. He always comes back.

As for the bird chirping noises, YES. ABSOLUTELY AND 100%!!

It’s on your wedding when he’s sitting next to you, clad in gold and white while you’re in a deep red (much to his pleasure).

The adults are chatting amongst themselves and turned away from you both when you decide to indulge him. You delicately pick up a piece of laddoo and bring the food to his mouth, turning his chin with your hand under it to face you.

He looks at you with wide eyes and then grins when he sees what you’re doing.

“Come on lardki. Don’t you know feeding mithai is bad for birds? They could die, y’know” he simpers yet accepts the food heartily, chomping away and looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Hmm, that’s too bad. And here I was thinking birds mate for life.” You flick your hair and get a taste of rasgullah yourself, licking the milky substance off your fingers slowly and relishing when he swallows hard at the sight.

It’s hard to hide your grin when his chirps come throughout the rest of the evening during the randomest of times, his face turning as bright as your lengha when he remembers the erotic sight.

I guess there really is a way to shut him up after all.

AND YESSS YO THIS ASSHOLE JUST LOOVEESSS DJINN STORIES😭

I bet y’all would be at a party, the kind that ends at 1 in the morning when all the kids are tired and delirious.

“Alright guys, gather around. I’m about to lighten this party up.” He claps his hands and waits for all the kids and young adults to circle around him excitedly, their fatigue washed away by the prospect of hearing how another one of their great ancestors was possessed.

It just so happens that you find yourself seated next to him (with the help of his feather with poked the butts of 8 year olds away with subtle yelps).

He makes sure to give you his signature wink and grin especially for you before he starts the story, and you cover your mouth to hide your smile and roll your eyes.

12 minutes in, the lights are all off and everyone is leaning forward, hooked on his story.

“And then, you know what happens to the girl?” He asks lowly in the dark. He can sense everyone’s holding their breaths, yours included.

“N-no, what happens?” One girl asks timidly.

“He POSSESS HER!” Keigo shouts and uses his feather to disperse around the room, sliding under people’s feet’s and knees, causing absolute mayhem as they all run around in the pitch black room and scream.

You weren’t given any mercy either, except your special feathers lift up and tilt your body to dump on his lap.

When he feels your hands searching in the dark in panic of who it is, he grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him, using the void of the room to relish in wrapping his arms and wings around you.

It’s just you and him in that moment, amongst the screams and shouts.

“K-keigo?”

“I’m here meri jaan. I’ll protect you from those big bad djinn,” he chuckles and brings his head near your neck, not touching exactly but rather brushing his nose against the column of your throat and growling when you shudder at the goosebumps racing across your arms.

#mha hawks #mha #bnha #hawks headcanons #muslim hawks #muslim mha #hawks x y/n #mha keigo takami #bnha keigo

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diavolosthots · 4 years

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it’s a little specific but a scenerio for solomon overhearing mc talking with beel (or another brother you feel might fit better?) about her feelings for solomon but how they’re too insecure and scared of solomon rejecting them or eventually getting bored of them to pursue said feelings? thank you in advance and remember to take care of yourself and drink some water!

Solomon needs love and I am drinking water! :)

I think Asmodeus would fit better than Beel since he knows Solomon more so I switched them out

Thoughts ( SOLOMON X GN!READER ft. ASMODEUS )

"I can't even look at him, Asmo... I swear every time I do I just freeze and get super awkward. I dont even know when this started." You were currently spread out on the demon's bed, starfish over the whole mattress while you poured your thoughts out to him, but he was just fangirling over you for the past hour or so.

"I can tell you exactly when this started, (Y/N). About two months ago when..-" you scoffed, cutting him off, "I know when this started Asmodeus! Ugh what am i going to do?" You pulled your hands up to your face and ran them through your hair, staring at the ceiling. Asmodeus made his way over to you, laying down beside you on his fluffy pink. A hand came up to catch some of your hair and stroke it gently, "you should tell him~" he cheered, almost too happy for his own good.

You gasped, rolling onto your side to look the brother in the eyes. Tell him?! You cant just say how you feel! "I cant just tell him! What if he rejects me? What if he gets bored of me!? Asmo, you don't understand. This guy... Hes literally prince charming to me. Hes tall, kind of dark in character, really weird but in a good way! He loves to have fun and he can be SO sarcastic at times, which is honestly adorable if I do say so myself. Hes smart and his hair looks so soft, i just want to run my hands through it. His lips are soft too, come to think of it, er... I mean they look soft, not that I know or anything."

Asmodeus started laughing at you before settling on a smirk upon his lips, "(Y/N), dearest, you are 100% in love with him. Oh! But dont spoil your own fun by imagining what his lips feel like, I bet you they are way better to kiss in real life than any dream. " You raised an eyebrow at him, kind of worried, "Asmo... Did... Did you kiss Solomon?" The demon threw himself onto his back, whining as he brought an arm to cover his face, "no... But oh father i wish I did! I always offered, you know, but he never wanted to! Hes so cruel sometimes. How can he look at me with those lips and not give me a taste!?"

"Because these lips arent for you, Asmodeus." The foreign voice caught you both off guard and you two quickly sat up on the bed. "Solomon, how convenient. We were just talking about you~" a flush of red immediately covered your face and you tried your hardest to look away from the sorcerer in front of you, especially when he started smiling, "I know. I heard. A rather interesting conversation youre having there concerning me, although without me."

You really wanted to die right then and there and were tempted to just crawl inside of Asmodeus to make yourself disappear from sight but the demon had other plans and actually lifted himself off the bed, "well I'm sure (Y/N) here would absolutely love to continue with you! Ciao ~" the only thing you saw were his fingers moving at you before he, quite literally, disappeared out of his room.

The shyness returned as it was only you and Solomon now and you still did everything to avoid eye contact. "(Y/N)." Your eyes flickered up, greeting his. The witcher smiled softly, taking a seat next to you, "if you dont mind, id like to give my lips away to whom they belong to." No way... Right? But then his lips met yours and, although you were a little clumsy, you did manage to kiss him back. "W-wait... So youre not rejecting me?" "No. Why would i? You're not the only one who has these thoughts. I also think youre perfect. "

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #solomon x mc #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #asmodeus obey me

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100layersofdaddyissues · 3 years

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Angel - Chapter 3

ITS HERE ITS FINALLY HERE IM SO SORRY. UGH THAT TOOK SO LONG.

but there it is chapter three. I literally wrote most of this chapter while i was in the lobbies of among us games.

Warnings: Smut, swearing nothing too bad this chapter.

words: 4.2K!!!!!!!

As the sun rose on the city, your alarm decided to screech its ugly voice across the whole apartment. Why you had decided that waking up at 5am, when you didn’t start work at your new job in Lord Industries at 9am, was absolutely beyond you. You chalked it up to nerves. I mean sure, you were fucking the owner and CEO but that doesn’t mean you’re going to become complacent about this position. Not only were you working in the largest company in most of the country, but you were also Head Marketing for your city’s division.

You started your day as you would any other workday, groaning and convincing yourself that leaving bed was worth it. After that, it was coffee and shower time, and if you were lucky you could throw in a cigarette on the balcony, and since you didn’t need to leave for another 4 and a half hours you thought you might just test your luck with multiple.

Halfway through your shower you heard the phone ringing, you trudged out to the phone wondering who in god’s name was calling at 4:23am. To your great (and welcomed) surprise, it was Darius. “My dearest I’ve been told to inform you that I will be picking you up today, I’ll be at your door by 7:30. So, be ready.” 7:30? That was a whole hour before you were planning on leaving the comfort and security of your new home.

“Darius, I didn’t think we started until 9am why are you picking me up so early?” you queried.

“Well, it seems Maxwell doesn’t want you catching a cab but also did not offer for me to take you both so obviously this means that I will be picking you up first and making me work extra hard.”

Oh. he doesn’t want to ride with you to work. You considered that it was perhaps because he didn’t want to incite rumors, but you found it strange, but nonetheless you told Darius that this would be fine and that you would see him at 7:30. An hour early.

Only you didn’t see Darius at 7:30, in fact you didn’t even see him at 8, it wasn’t until 8:15 hit that you heard any word from him. “Darius I was just about to call a cab you never came? Is everything okay?”

“Well, it seems Mr. Lord has contracted an illness, called a hangover. I picked him up at 6:30 to get McDonalds. I’ve already dropped him at work, I suspect he’s napping in his office as we speak.” you couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of Max laying on the floor of his office completely passed out. “I’ll be down in a moment, just let me pick out my shoes.” you said back to him, “ahh so I’ll see you by sundown.” Darius quipped back in a lighthearted way. If things ever went belly up with Max, you really hoped you could keep Darius around.

The ride to the building was filled with the banter you’d become accustomed to with Darius, until you were pulling up to a big silver building, the largest in the city, obviously. You were in absolute shock and awe when you stepped out of the car, you’d thought for a moment in time, ‘woah, this is what ants feel like.’

“Hello ma’am could I see your ID and security badge please?” were the first words you heard when you walked through the doors to the lobby, you stammered over your sentences confused, you didn’t have a security badge, you didn’t realise you’d need one, Maxwell had never mentioned it. “Thank you, Keith, that won’t be necessary, Miss Y/N here is our new head of marketing, I’ve been tasked by Maxwell to escort her to his office.” Darius said coming up behind you. You hadn’t even realised that he had left the car, but here he was escorting you up the escalators. “Ahh yes, I see, of course.” the security guard, Keith, said with a sly smile and a wink. You knew what that meant, and it churned your stomach to think about. How many times had Max given his one-night stands jobs? If he was willing to do it for you, he was willing to do it for others.

Unfortunately, your question was answered the moment you reached the top floor where Maxwell’s office sat. he had 4, beautiful, well-shaped, pardon your French but devilishly fucking sexy assistants. Why he would need more than one exceptional looking assistant was a question that in itself was the answer.

“You can’t go in there, Mr. Lord doesn’t like visitors in the morning, he’s especially not looking for new, meat.” one of them all but sneered at you. “Holly if you would quit blabbering, I think I’d like to escort your new head of marketing to your boss if you don’t mind. Will that be okay with you?” Darius was on a roll today in saving you from situations with people.

As you walked into his office, Maxwell was, surprisingly, upright, on a phone call, drinking coffee and looking all but exasperated. He opened his eyes for only a minute to point at you and then the chair in front of you, and at this Darius left the room and you had no savior from this situation because Maxwell, well, he looked mad. You were worried you’d already done something to upset you and that’s just what you needed right now. An angry man who housing you and providing you job security and most importantly, orgasm security.

For almost 10 minutes you sat in that chair waiting for Maxwell to be off the phone, never looking up, as to avoid eye contact. When he finally hung up the phone Maxwell stood up, came around the desk and sighed heavily saying, “god I’m glad you’re here,” before all but smashing his lips to yours. Okay. not upset. That’s good, that’s easy to deal with. “I’ve only been here an hour and already I’m just ready to go to your apartment and fuck all my frustration out.” well you weren’t expecting that per se but it’s a welcome surprised.

“Well, stop me if this is too unprofessional, but you have a perfectly good table to bend me over.” you said, looking up at him through your lashes, trying to look innocent.

“God you’re incredible woman.” he said pulling you out of your chair and oh would you look at that, bending you over his desk.

“I really hope you didn’t buy any pants in that shopping haul of yours because having access to your pretty pussy at work is going to work so well for both of us, he said hiking your skirt up just enough so he could pull down your panties, he bent over you until his mouth was hovering at your ear, “you’re going to need to be quiet angel, don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you now do we?” and before even finishing his sentence his thrust his cock straight into you. It took everything in you to not cry out, but you bit the back of your hand to keep yourself quiet.

“God it’s only been two days and I missed this pussy, how have I fucked you so hard so often and you’re still this tight? You’re fucking magical, aren’t you? You and your magical cunt are going to kill me, you know that? If I could stop sleeping to have more time to fuck this pussy I would if I could starve myself from food and only eat you dear god I would. So, fucking good.”

“I thought you said we had to be quiet?” you said to him, with a small smirk on your face that quickly vanished as he spanked your ass a few times, then started thrusting into you with such force you thought you might slip open, he pulled you hair to bring you up against his chest, “that shut you up, didn’t it, you fucking brat,” he said replacing your hair in his hand for your throat.

Within minutes he was Cumming right into you, he must have realized you hadn’t come yet, only stopping for a split second to pull out, spin you around and replace his cock with his fingers, pushing his cum, back into your cunt, finger fucking you until you were once again about to bite into your hand, when Max switched hands and shoved his cum coated fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. As you cum around his hand and screamed around the other one, Max could only look at you with lust blown pupils.

“Well, I think this is the best first day I’ve ever had.” you said to him, completely breathless.

“It’s about to get better angel, let me show you to your office.”

He was right, your office did make it better. It was a big, beautiful space, with high ceilings, timber floors and a view to die for, you truly didn’t know how you got so lucky just from a random hookup, but you weren’t but to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Max this is absolutely beautiful, did the head of marketing get this office too?” you asked in wonderment.

Well, actually no, this was my office, but I’ve taken over my father’s office, I think it’s about time I moved into it and you gave the motivation to do so.” his smile was small, but it was sincere, you think that might have been the first sincere smile you’d seen from Max.

“I’ll let you get acquainted with your new space if you have any questions, my extension is 0204 okay? If any of my assistants give you any grief, just tell them that their bonuses are on the line they’ll smart right up. I promise.” Maxwell gave me a wink and then shut the door. You walked around the room, gingerly touching the walls, the painting, slowly sliding your hand across your desk, you felt a sense of pride wash over you as you sat at your desk, you weren’t really sure what to do first, you searched around your desk for notes, maybe the previous person in your position left.

Just as you thought you’d found them, your door swung open, a woman with burgundy hair and a bright pink skirt suit walked through the door.

“Hello sweetheart, I’m here to help you out, I’m your assistant and Mr. Lord told me that you’d be starting today I figured that he wouldn’t have told you anything, so I thought I’d come give you the rundown, I was the last guys assistant too.” she was really perky, very upbeat for 9:13 in the morning. “Oh, you probably think I’m so rude, my name is Sookie, Sookie Amelia Jersey, it’s nice to meet you?” he hadn’t even told anyone your name yet? Okay feeling less special now.

“y/n my name is y/n y/l/n but just call me y/n, thank you so much I really have no idea what I have to be doing.” you said trying not to sound like you weren’t supposed to be there or that you didn’t know what you were doing. Which you didn’t. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Well then let’s get right to it.” and with that, you and Sookie started talking business.

It seemed like the time was going so slow, that was until the door swung open once again, only this time Darius stood at the door, coffees, and an ominous brown bag. “I knew you wouldn’t have eaten, so I’ve brought sustenance, oh hello Miss Jersey.” Darius really just knew everyone, maybe he’s a wizard.

“Darius you are absolute life saver, I think you might be the love of my life.” you said with utter certainty that Sookie now probably thinks there’s something going on between you guys. Ahh if only she knew.

“And you are mine, dear, but before we begin planning the wedding might I suggest food?” he places the coffee down on the table and what you can now see are croissants. Hmm, 4 coffees, 4 croissants. And as if on cue Darius mutters that he’ll be back as he needs to deliver Max his lunch.

“I didn’t realise you were already in with Darius. That man took me four years to crack, another two for him to start bringing me food, and here you are on your first day on a first name basis? Who did you fuck to get that treatment?” oh god had she caught on? Does this happen a lot? Does Max give jobs to everyone he fucks? Your mind is running a million miles an hour when you sheepishly laugh and tell some lie about how Darius was an old friend. She seemed to buy it as she moved on to talking more about marketing and what you’ll need to do.

Soon it was the end of the day and Darius was back at your door telling you to meet him at the car. You said goodbye to Sookie and apologized for stopping her from working.

You left the building and walked to the car seeing Maxwell in the back of the car. Oh. so now he’s good enough to go home with you but not to come to work with you. You see how it is.

You greeted him as you entered the car only for him to point at the phone, you looked at Darius in the rear-view mirror and you both shared a look between you that said, “here we go.”

Maxwell was on the phone the entire ride back to your apartment, only removing the receiver from his ear to say, “wear something classy I’ll be back at 7.”

What?

Its Maxwell Lord, you decided it would be safer for you to heed his warning and just wait to find out what happens. Maybe he just wanted to fuck someone high class tonight.

As it neared closer to 7 you kept meticulously checking your hair and makeup, making sure there was nothing on the red gown you’d chosen to wear. You really hoped you would figure out what was going on first, so you didn’t need have anxiety waiting to find out.

Just before you could contemplate jumping off the fire escape there was a sharp knock at the door, and a very sharply dressed Maxwell.

“Hello angel, I’m here to escort you to your first lord industries gala. You look incredible and I am definitely going to ravish you later, but we really should be going.” he all but pulled your arm out of its socket as he led you out of your door towards the elevator

“I don’t mean to sound clueless, but what gala? I haven’t been told about a gala?” you said to him, sounding slightly timid.

“Oh? Did I not tell you? We’re having a gala to celebrate the surplus budget this quarter and has my new head of management I thought it only proper to escort you there myself. Plus, there will be some CEOs from rival companies there, I do love to gloat to my competitors.” there was a new air around Max, he looked more pristine and confident. Tonight, was going to be intense you could already feel it. Even on the drive over he was, happier? Maybe he really did just get a kick out of showing off. You understood that. You couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t excite you to be walking in on Maxwell’s arm. To have all eyes staring at you wondering who you were and what you were doing with him.

As you arrived at the gala there was a slew of cameras lining a beautiful gold carpet. “We always go with gold because red is overdone, and Lord Industries is revolutionary. Were made of gold baby.” well that explained it. Not that you were questioning it, he did seem like the type to break the mould when it comes to luxury. I mean he was housing you just for the luxury of having convenient sex. It just seemed to fit Max really.

Exiting the car, the barrage of flashes and yelling hit you like a wall, it was a wonder you didn’t freeze up under the pressure, but you walked next to Max with all the poise and confidence you could muster. The photographers were yelling questions at Max, not at you, but they were all asking about you, you kept your head forward and so did Maxwell. He didn’t say anything while walking past them and up the stairs, his expression only changed after entering the building. He turned to you and praised your level of composure before leading you up to two large doors. On the other side you could hear music and chatter, you wondered why you weren’t entering until you heard an announcer say “Folks, I’m sure were all having an absolute stellar time, but I’d like to draw your attention to the man of the hour, Mr. Maxwell Lord.” his voice rang out over large speakers as the doors opened and Maxwell lead you into the ballroom to polite applause.

You were stunned at how many people there were standing in the ballroom, you stood there feeling quite awkward at the stares that were being passed your way and the slight glares coming from some of the women, (and a few men) in the room.

“My friends and guests, thank you all so much for coming tonight and while I can appreciate that you would all like to go back to drinking my champagne id first like to introduce someone to you, your new head of marketing for Lord Industries, Miss Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sure she’ll fit right in with us and help us continue to be the frontier for this country.” Max had an excellent public speaking voice; he commanded the room, and you couldn’t lie. You got kind of wet seeing him so, for lack of a better word, bossy.

Max leaned in and whispered to you, “go mingle, if you need anything Darius will be floating around.” and then he was gone leaving you to your devices.

Thankfully, Sookie found you almost immediately, “I just knew he’d leave you floundering the moment you got here, he’s probably already in the bathrooms giving one of his assistants a ‘bonus’ doesn’t worry sweetheart I’ve got you covered ill introduce you to the actual important people.” and so she did. Within the hour you’d met the head of sales, Mary, head of finance, Samuel, and their assistants, Lorelai, and June. she showed you (but absolutely did not introduce you to) the head of Human Resources, Marcus, who was (in her words) a total douchebag, the head of purchasing, Manny, who apparently would want to corrupt you, you didn’t want to ask what that meant but you had some idea and wanted to laugh because if only Sookie knew. By the time you’d met Jenny, lady who ran the coffee shop in the lobby, Darius had found you both and you sighed a breath of relief, you loved Sookie, but you still weren’t too familiar with her.

“My dear you look exquisite I told you that you would look amazing in that dress.” Darius said with one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen him wear. “You’re drunk aren’t you Darius.” you laughed at him; he was wobbling a bit.

“Y/N I am offended that you think I would drink at a work function. But yes, I am absolutely sloshed. Galas are the only nights I can get so drunk I can’t walk, and Maxwell doesn’t fire me, he says it’s good for me to let go, I have no idea what he’s talking about. I am very relaxed all the time, who wouldn’t be working for the prince of darkness. Oh god he’s not behind me, is he?”

“Darius you’re rambling, he’s not behind you, I haven’t seen you since he left me at the start.” you said trying to get him to stop talking so rapidly.”

“Well, my dear he has seen you; he’s been staring at you since Sookie found you.” Darius’ head vaguely pointed to the wall behind him, you stole a glance and sure enough there was Maxwell, talking to someone but not paying attention to them, he was staring right into your soul, it wasn’t a glare or even angry in anyway, but it was intense, like he was trying to read your mind. Somehow you believed he actually might be able to. You gave him a small smile and he nodded his head in your direction. You looked back at Darius, “he’s probably just making sure I don’t embarrass him.” you said trying to write off the fact that he was staring. Trying to convince him it meant nothing. Or yourself that it meant nothing and that there definitely was not butterflies in your stomach.

An hour passed as you and Sookie milled around the room, you lost Darius at champagne number three, with him and Sookie both calling you a prude for not drinking, and you telling them every time that you hated champagne and would much prefer tequila.

Suddenly a hand tapped you on the shoulder, you spun around expecting Max, or Darius or literally anyone else. But not henry. Not your ex-boss Henry Giorgio. “Y/N it’s so good to see you! I was quite surprised to hear that you had left us, but I can see why, head of marketing and you get to fuck the boss? What a steal!” your eyes widened from shock not just at seeing him but hearing what he said, you grabbed his arm and dragged him towards a wall telling Sookie that you’d be back right away. “What do you mean fucking the boss? I am not sleeping with Mr. Lord and I will not have you come here and try to embarrass me just because I wouldn’t sleep with you.” your voice was low but harsh as you spoke you him.

“Oh, please darling, this is Maxwell, every time a new woman under 30 starts at his company everyone knows that it because he’s sleeping with her, but you got head of marketing, you must have really shown him a good time, I mean everyone else just gets assistant jobs, but you, well that must have been a good blowjob.” he was snarky and rude, and you felt like you were going to cry.

“Oh, don’t tell me I’ve hurt your feelings, what did you think was going to happen? Maxwell was going to fall for you. Darling I wouldn’t even waste your breath on that idea, that man has never felt love, his fiancée went missing for god sakes and he came home and went to work the very next week. He doesn’t care about you. You could die and he wouldn’t notice.”

You suspected that Maxwell only hired you because he could fuck you but hearing someone else say it mad tears begin to sting your eyes. You didn’t think you wanted Maxwell to fall for you until that very moment in time. Before you could say anything or think too hard on the subject, you felt someone come up behind you, it was Maxwell, and if you could have tensed up even more.

“Is there a problem here Mr. Giorgio, I should hope you’re not trying to steal back our new member of the team.” Maxwell also sounded tense, but you knew better than to think it was because you’d been upset and not because Henry was his rival.

“No not at all Maxwell, just giving her my good wishes, is all.” Henry’s voice was dripping in the smug tone you’d heard so many times working for Halo.

“Well then if you’re done, I’d like to steal Miss Y/L/N back if you don’t mind.” Henry merely waved Maxwell off but by then you didn’t want to be there anymore, your head was swirling, and you could only feel pity for yourself, you broke away from Maxwell to go find Sookie.

“I need to go home, please I want to go home, now.” you were trying so hard not to cry, tears stinging and threatening to spill over as Sookie led you out of the ballroom, and as you passed Darius, him quickly catching on and following. You didn’t see the confused and hurt look on Maxwell’s face.

After you finally exited, you noticed the cameras had left, and you broke down in Darius’ arms as Sookie called her husband, Jackson, to come pick you all up. Darius gave Jackson the directions to your house, and when Sookie and Darius offered to join you, and take care of you inside you brushed them off giving them a lame apology about going to bed early and that you would see them tomorrow at work.

As you showered and climbed into bed, you were mad at yourself for getting so hurt, this was just a business arrangement. You weren’t special. And you shouldn’t see Maxwell as special either. But you did.

And it sucked.

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My Soulmate’s Soulmate.

Part 5

Soulmate! AU-

Synopsis: Before you meet your soulmate your world is black and white, without color. When soulmates meet, their world glows with vibrancy. The reality, however, as harsh and uncommon as it is, is that you are not always your soulmate’s soulmate.

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung (poly!au)

Warnings: some angst.

Author’s Notes: there’s a lot of crack in this one.

They both noticed Jungkook as soon as he entered the building, his presence notably panicked.

He was dressed in his usual comfortable work attire. His hair looked ruffled and messy as if he’d been running his fingers through it, something he does when he’s stressed or nervous.

Jungkook all but ran to where they were seated when he spotted them. His eyes darting back and forth between the two.

“What happened Why are you..?” he asked cautiously.

You stood up to calm your partner as much as you could. Wrapping your arms around his torso gently and leaned to kiss him on the cheek.

You knew the news was going to break him. Somewhere deep down you think he may have already suspected it, but was choosing to disregard the signs. Then again, you hadn't the slightest idea when the same thing happened to you. The dreaded memory replays in your mind over and over, “I can’t see color, Y/n.” until tears start to swell in your eyes. You wouldn't wish this fate on anyone, especially not your own soulmate. Then a thought rushes over you. Glancing over to Taehyung you give him a teary, sympathetic smile. He was going through the same predicament. Still, he keeps a semi-stoic facade.

“I think you’d better sit down, Kookie.”

He did so immediately after giving you a wary glance. Taking the seat across from Tae who watched the couple intently, Jungkook was practically vibrating in his shoes with anxiety.

“Someone please tell me.”

You and Taehyung exchanged a quick look before you gave a curt nod.

“Jungkook,” Tae started, “There’s been a huge misunderstanding. From all of us.”

Jungkook gave Taehyung a curious look.

“What do you mean?”

Rip off the bandaid, Y/n.

“Jungkook, you’re not Taehyung’s soulmate.”

The air went cold around you when your boyfriend’s eyes shot towards your direction.

“I am.” The words felt unnatural to say.

Jungkook’s eyes shot between the pair in front of him, his mouth trying to find the correct words.

“What do yo- How did you- what are you talking about?”

“I didn’t start seeing color until the night I met Y/n.” Tae stated quietly.

Jungkook’s face displayed a range of emotions, from confusion to skepticism to distress to realization. Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed as he leaned back in his seat. His hands reaching up to cover his face as he laughed bitterly.

“I’m such a fucking dumbass.”

The instinct to comfort your soulmate came over you like a tsunami. You prayed he didn’t push you away.

He didn’t. In fact, he pulled you into his lap and buried his head in your neck. His heartbeat was racing and you could tell how much this must hurt him. You reach up to smooth his unruly hair and bring him as much solace as you could.

“You’re not. We all made the same mistake. We didn’t read the signs well. It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, it’s not exactly a common situation.” Tae added. You nodded your head in thanks.

“Exactly.”

After Jungkook’s breath had stabled and after a minute of Tae fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat, you figured you should get off Jungkook’s lap as not make Tae too uncomfortable. Tae, the gentleman he is, quickly offered you his seat while he went off to search for another chair to bring over.

Jungkook was in deep thought for a while. You figured you should give him some space while you continued to make small talk with Taehyung.

“So the cover art is coming along well?” You asked absent mindlessly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook’s head shoot up in alarm.

“It’s okay, Jungkook,” you murmur as you don't want to upset him more, “I know you’ve been seeing him. I’m not angry, I understand.” You explained. Jungkook’s eyes shift down in guilt as if he were a kicked puppy, avoiding eye contact with you.

Taehyung smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I think we’ve actually decided on a piece. But Jungkook insists that you’re not allowed to see it until debut.”

“What? That’s not fair!” You pouted and crossed your arms, trying to lift the heavy mood.

“Trust me, you love it.” Jungkook spoke, his voice soft.

After saying your goodbyes to Taehyung and promising to contact him again, you and your boyfriend went home. He was quiet most of the night until walking into the bathroom while you were putting on a much-needed face mask.

“We need to talk.”

“Hm. That doesn’t sound good.” You responded.

“No, it’s actually just a proposition.”

You lifted your eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Don't get mad, okay? It’s just an idea.” Ugh. You’ve heard that before and the aftermath is never good.

He took a deep breath,

“What if we,” His tongue darted out to wet his lips in nervousness, “What if we tried a polyamorous relationship?”

You nearly dropped your bottle of toner in shock.

“What?!” The idea had actually already crossed your mind but you'd never tell him that. You figured he wouldn't want to but your soulmate is an unpredictable one.

“Please, just listen!” He took in a deep breath,

“This situation couldn't be any more perfect, for the circumstances at least. I love you so much, Y/n. If you aren’t my soulmate I’m glad that you’re my soulmate’s soulmate. It’s like a love triangle!”

You sigh, leaning a hand on the counter to stabilize yourself and your thoughts.

“A love triangle isn’t a good thing, Kook.”

“Okay, then.. a love circle, Miss Technicality.”

You started to feel like such a pessimist next to your optimistic boyfriend.

“Jungkook, we’ve been in relationship for years. We just met Taehyung. We need to give it sometime before we go asking him to join a polyamorous relationship with people he just met two weeks ago.”

“So, then, you’ll consider it?”

“I don’t want to scare him off for your sake. But, yes, I’ll consider it. However, we have to do it the right way. Let’s start with one of us asking him on a date.”

“It should be you.”

You were a little dazed at his suggestion.

“Me?”

“It’s only fair. I’ve been on a few ‘dates’ with him already. I know him pretty well. It’s you who needs to get to know him. Not only that, but I’m sure he’ll be happy about it. With you being his soulmate and all. But!” He holds up a finger as if to scold you,

“No kissing! Not until he agrees to date us!”

You’re half tempted to bite his finger but instead you decide to pull him in for a hug.

“Seems a bit blackmail-ish but,”

For the first time in a long time, you have hope for the future of your relationship.

“Deal.”

—

The cell phone in your hand feels like a stone.

Five days have passed since you met Taehyung at the bookstore. Jungkook continued to meet Taehyung for the finishing of his cover art. He promised he’d keep it professional although you were a bit doubtful. That would be close to impossible at this point.

I wonder what Tae thinks about all this. Is he uncomfortable meeting Jungkook after finding out that he’s Jungkook’s soulmate? Are they really keeping it as professional as Jungkook makes it seem?

Is it really a good idea to make a commitment to a poly relationship with all of these suspicions?

Ah. You’re stalling yourself again. You’ve been dreading making the phone call that your boyfriend so eagerly awaits.

“It’s easy. Just call him and ask. That’s it. You’re his soulmate so he’ll be more than welcoming of the invitation.” Jungkook’s been trying to coerce you since he brought up the idea.

“I’ve never done it before,” You explain, “You’re the only real partner I’ve ever had and you made the first move, remember?”

He grins at the warm memory.

“You were so cute and bashful.”

“Obviously. I’d just met my soulmate. Anyway, focus.” You have such a hard time fighting the smile that threatens to spread across your face. Jungkook always seems to bring out the fondness in you. He definitely knew how to play that to his advantage. He gets everything we wants just by giving you that puppy dog pout.

“Ask him if he wants to go with you to get bulgogi. He loves that. Tell him you were craving it and you thought of him, he’ll get all flustered. Guaranteed.”

“Well, aren’t you the charmer. I knew you a flirt but damn.” You land a playful punch to his shoulder. You try to calm all your nerves and the voice in the back of your mind.

“Here goes everything, then.”

The phone rings only once.

“Hello?” His deep voices chimes through the speaker.

“Hey. It’s Y/n.”

“I know.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“You know?”

“Caller ID, Y/n. You think I wouldn't save my own soulmate’s number? Plus, I’ve kinda been expecting your call.”

You roll your eyes knowing Jungkook could see your face turn three different shade of red from embarrassment.

“YeaH-” your voice and your resolve cracks, “-ehem, yeah, I was just calling to um... ask if you wanted to like, uh, meet me tomorrow night for some bulgogi.” Your boyfriend silently coaches you as you continue, urging you on.

“It’s just that I’ve been craving you- I mean it! I’ve been craving it. And I thought of you.”

And I want to die.

Jungkook hits the ground laughing. You know Tae could probably hear him.

“Well if that's the case, how could I refuse?” Tae’s voice is smooth and confident. He’s just as flirty and aloof as Jungkook is. How the hell are you gonna survive two playboy boyfriends?

“Great. Meet me at six?”

“I’d prefer picking you up if you don't mind.”

“Oh. S-sure. Yeah, that's fine. See you tomorrow?” You hate the way your voice trembles.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” With that he hangs up, leaving you a blushy, embarrassed mess. You look down to see Jungkook squirming with uncontained laughter. The next thing he knows he’s being chased with the slipper you’d been wearing.

“You asshole! It’s not funny! That was so embarrassing! Stop laughing, I swear to God, Jungkook!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so fucking terrible at flirting! Like what the hell was that, Y/N!”

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davidjdobrikstesla-blog · 5 years

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valentines day | david dobrik x reader

plot: David invites you over for Valentines Day since you’re both alone. He ends up asking you out to be his girlfriend!

requested?: yes “hi! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Valentine's Day (I know it was a while ago) where you and David have been friends for a while and he gives you a huge bouquet of roses and asks you out. thank you 🥰”

a/n: this is so late omfg but schools up again and my laptop broke but im back! yayy, send in yo requests because im working on a few. aimed to have 2 up a week! anywhosies i loved this and got so inspired ugh i love valentines day. also this is a longer one! have fun!

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It was February fourteenth, Valentines Day. You were spending it alone, in your apartment, just like any other year. Laying on your couch, digging into a bag of popcorn you had popped previously in the kitchen. On the screen, was playing an episode of Teen Wolf. You normally spent Valentines by yourself, since everyone else was off supposedly frolicking in fields with their significant others. You weren't paying attention to the screen, you were scrolling through Instagram. Sick of seeing everyone posting Valentines pictures, you put your phone down next to you and pay attention to the screen. Within thirty seconds, your phone starting ringing. Sighing, you picking it up without looking at the caller ID.

"How's it like being single on Valentines day, huh, Y/N?" David asked from the other side of the line. David Dobrik, your best friend, your other half, and the man you've possibly fallen in love with. You rolled your eyes.

"It was great until you called me. What do you want?" You asked, shifting in your seat.

"Well, you're lonely, and I'm lonely," He explained, "Let's be lonely together. Wanna come over to my place just to hang?"

"I thought you were asking me out for a second, to be honest," You said, cautiously, "But yeah, I'll get ready now. See ya soon, Dave."

"Bye, Y/N!" He yelled before you hung up. You got up from your couch, remote in hand to turn off the TV. You looked down at your pyjamas, hot pink, fluffy camo print pants and oversized grey t-shirt. You changed quickly, into a pair of paperbag shorts and a pale pink t-shirt that looked a little less like you'd wear it to bed. Slipping on a pair of worn down Converse, you headed out.

You ordered an Uber to David's place, which turned out to be fairly awkward due to the driver trying to figure out who you were visiting on Valentines day. When about fifteen minutes passed, you arrived at David's driveway. You knocked on the door, and David answered it almost immediately.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, rather happy. He moved out the way, and gestured for you to come in. You stepped in, and left your shoes at the entrance. David obviously wasn't dressed to impress. He downed black basketball shorts and a casual black shirt, "TV's on and Postmates on the way."

"You're prepared, what'd you order?" You asked, slipping down into the couch. Damn, it felt good to finally be back on the Cloud versus a secondhand couch.

"Spaghetti for you, as usual. Chicken pesto for me, and a whole lotta breadsticks." He responded, following behind you after he closed the door.

"Good to know you still remember." You curled into the couch, all prepared. You shivered. It was cold in here, colder then usual. David slipped down next to you, sitting in the corner of the Cloud. He leaned out for the remote on the other side of the couch. Grabbing it, he leaned back, an arm resting on top of the seat. He looked over to you.

"You good?" He asked, pressing a button on the remote, Netflix showing up on the television. You nodded.

"Just cold."

He raised an eyebrow, and waved his hand toward his body.

"Come here then." He ushered you. You were David's best friend, and have been for a while. You were there for him through a lot for the past couple of months. It wasn't uncommon for you two to be close, but it wasn't common enough for it to not question him when he told you to come closer, "Heaters broken, I gotta get Natalie to call someone to fix it."

"Without her, you'd die, David." You say, sighing. You finally give in, an to David's surprise, you scoot closer. You slide into his chest, making yourself comfortable. He let his arm down to fall onto you, "Can we watch the new Valentines episode of Big Mouth?"

"Yeah, sure." He muttered. You got about fifteen minutes in, completely invested in the show, until someone knocked on the door. You two both knocked out of your state of attention, realizing how close you were. You were laying completely on the couch, your head in the crease of his neck. His hand, laying on her arm, running circles on your skin. Your hand was wrapped around his torso, clinging onto his black shirt. You pulled away, sitting up right. He got up, blushing nervously. You too felt a blush creep onto your cheeks.

"Uh, that'll be.." He said, stumbling on his words, "Postmates. I'll be right back." And with that, he hurried off. You heard a quick exchange of small talk between David and the Postmates man. The door closed, and you turned and popped your head over the couch.

"Food?" You asked.

"Yes, food. Come on, no eating on the Cloud." He reminded you. You got up and followed him to the table. He got out your food - a big bowl of spaghetti, and you sat down. He sat across from you, and ate his food. He looked adorable when he ate. You both finished eating and went back to watching Netflix, sure to sit in the same position as last time.

Time seemed to fly by, and soon, it was dark outside.

"Do you wanna go for a drive around LA before going back to yours?" David asked, look down at you, laying on his chest. You nod, pulling yourself up. David dragged you to his futuristic car, and you took your normal place in the passenger seat next to him. He pulled out of the driveaway, and started driving off down the nighttime road. You loved rides like this with David. It was about eleven, but LA was still bustling with people. He took you down the normal route, a place that you had never seen before in California until you became friends with David. He took a sudden turn, however, into a parking lot of a shopping centre.

"David, why are we here?" You asked, looking towards the lit up Ralphs sign. David hummed.

"I need to get something. Stay here." He replied, pulling into a park. He quickly got out, and ran into the store. You sat there, in complete and utter confusion. You were by yourself for a few minutes, turning your music on your phone on when you got bored. About ten minutes later, your door opened just an inch.

"Close your eyes, take my hand," David said from outside, peering in. You giggled.

"Why?" You asked, closing your eyes. Everything went black, and you felt out for David's hand. He grabbed yours quickly, and you couldn't lie that your heart fluttered when there was such contact. You heard the door open and David guided you to step out. You stood tall, and he swung you around.

"Alright, open." He finally said. You opened your eyes to see David, standing there, with a rather large bouquet of red roses. He pushed a hand through his messy hair. He looked nervous, but was looking you directly in the eyes with a grin.

"David-" You gasped, before being cut off by the man in front of you.

"Y/N, I know this is kinda weird but like," He started to try to explain, "You've been my best friend for a while now and I just think you're so fucking cool. You're so pretty and sweet and caring and the best girl in the world. So, will you.." He held out the bouquet, "Be my girlfriend?"

"David!" You yelled, jumping into his arms. You hugged him, and it took a moment for his to register, but he hugged you back, "Yes! Of course!"

There was a sigh of relief from your new boyfriend, "Thank God, I thought you were gonna say no."

"I love you, ya know that, Dobrik?"

"Well I do know, princess."

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tellmesomethinggg · 4 years

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linking this here bc it was technically a journal? i just don’t want it on my notes anymore and if i ever (likely not to) want to re-read for whatever reason. please note that i knew people would read this so things are censored and are the basic version. also there was a switch at one point from **** to chris because i didn’t want things to be read

(for later when i got time lmao)

Matt is a piece of shit that just wants to fuck -Chloe

well fuck

here goes nothing

the plan: don’t get drunk bc i got shit to do early next morning and ill tell him tomorrow when i do get drunk. spoiler alert that didn’t work

Gaby (coles gf) came too btw

so i had a smirnoff ice and said no more than two shots after so id be buzzed but not fully drunk (i ended up having three and was very much drunk)

me jon and gaby we’re talking about guys and i mentioned something about liking a guy or some shit and gaby looks at matt and then me and confirms it with me. then she tells me that apparently when she met me and a few other friends at the beach last quarter, that she predicted the two of us would end up together and told cole this. im like wtf how and she claims she’s psychic lol

later, Matt and i are on the sack and he looks at me and goes do you like me and im thinking well fuck so i say yes and he’s like well shit sorry but (and then i forgot exactly what he said) something along the lines of it’s not mutual or it’s not the right timing (i forgot okay) and then he gets up after a bit to go to the bathroom (I’m pretty sure cole went out too) and then me gaby and Jon have a chisme session and they think that he does like me but whatever

so the guys come back and at this point i really need to pee again so matt offers to take me and we start talking and he’s all, oh im sorry if i led you on and shit and im like it’s alright ill get over it, it just might be a bit awkward for me for a bit. but then on our way back from the bathroom he asks me , do you wanna at least kiss your crush at least one time and im like uhh yeah so he kisses me and then we start talking but i forgot about what and im kinda dizzy so he says, oh let’s sit on the couches for a bit before we go back, so we do and somehow we kiss again and then start making out

and at this point im like bitch there’s no way you don’t like me like why would you do that if you didn’t

so we finally go back and it’s been some time so the rest of em are obviously curious

matt goes with cole to the bathroom again and the three of us have a chisme session otra vez and they’re like yeah he fucking likes you he’s prob just scared bc of his last relationship

cole comes back in and basically backs up their side based on his convo he just had with matt

and so it’s decided that we’ll both sleep on the sack, Jon sleeps on his bed and the other two together in coles bed

he comes back and we all “go to sleep” but I push for him to hold me like he usually does whenever we sleep together and around like 2,3 am we both start making out again and just like uhhhh

also we’re both very much drunk but of course i tend to remember things whenever ive gotten drunk, however, he did not and so now we gotta talk and figure shit out and go from there

also im not telling Emilou or Hanna yet until we figure things out so

yeah

fuck

alrighty, so after last night, ive decided to do absolutely nothing about it and decided to just let things play out the way things do. i don’t wanna say something and ruin our friendship that we have bc i trust him a lot and like hanging out with him, so, i guess the end of this note for now, unless the situation changes anytime soon

Can Tim see what I write on this? -Chloe

Yes -Janet

Hi Tim!

-Chloe

Tim pls respond.

-Chloe

Hi Chloe! Sorry I have been busy at home LOL

He responded I’m so happy!

-Chloe

FYI im just going to add things at the top of the note so that its easiwr to see stuff when i add it bc then otherwise youd have to scroll a ton

and I’m dating shit so i know when I wrote stuff and my memory and yeahhh

FEB 15 1 pm

chillin in alp so lets get this chisme

alrighty so last night i stayed the night in pratts but it wasnt just me so calmate, it was me and jon bc long story short i was too lazy/dizzy to get up and jons roommate had her bf over. basically we both shared the bed, not a lot of physical contact but whateva

brb

anyways, there was also one point where he was watching a movie from his childhood and idk what tf it was but he was shocked that i havent seen those movies, so apparently now im gonna watch them so i told him for payback we gotta watch disney movies lmao

oh also! i fucking got back to my room and took a shower to get ready for class, and when hanna gets back from class shes all like oh you slept in HiS rOoM huh and i was like uhhh yeah and told her the truth like i was too lazy and dizzy to get up and then she didnt really say anything but uhhhh yikes

and then i mentioned this to emilou later when we were walking to class and shes like yeah idk why she did that that was weird and i was thinking like thank God she doesnt think the same as hanna bc shes also slept in his room on the bean bag a few times

FEB 14 2pm

heyyy its valentines day and guess whos still single and workinggg

so uhhh last night, around 1, both me and pratt finished our shit (hw and studying) and im wide awake so im like hey, brooklyn 99? (because i got him into the show and i love rewatching the show bc its sooo good) and hes down so we start watching in his room. were both on his bed but were sitting (for the tie being) and eventually i decide to lay down and use one of his pillows but its the flat pillow so i attempt to steal his other one, which he protests and we lowkey wrestle over it and eventually i fail ugh and i fall over in frustration and land my head on his knee and then just quit and stay there, but get this, he just deals with it and lays on top of me, like his head is on my side. granted we both also have pillows so like his pillow is in between me and him and same for me but like ughhh

and eventually i fall asleep for like an episode (?) and wake up right before 3 am, and then decide hey sleep sounds important bc i have an 8 am and so does he, so i sit up but im too lazy to get up right away so i sit and go through twitter and shit so chris just lays down with his head on my leg and i set my arm down on his chest and he falls asleep for a few minutes and then i finish going through my social media and every part of me doesnt wanna move, but im also in a position that would be uncomfortable to fall asleep in so i wake him up and then go back to my room

oh and the other thing i forgot was that for a good couple hours we were texting and joking around and yeahhh

i feel like im reading a lot into what happens but at the same time, like i doubt id be this comfortable doing shit with guys like this and idk about him, but like sometimes i wonder you know?

also, saturday night, as far as i know, its just me and him going to the basketball game bc idk who else is going (eye emoji insert here bc im on my computer lmao) so we'll see what happens

FEB 10 11am

okay soooo last night,

the plan was to get buzzed, just me and matt and watch Brooklyn 9-9 but then Anthony and emilou joined us so never mind. after a bit, Anthony leaves so he can answer a phone call and pratt offers me shot #1 and not emilou (she’s laying on the bean bag, I’m on his roommates bed chillin behind her so she can’t see what’s up)

we take two and im slightly buzzed but i think “hey lets see how much we can take before she notices” and he’s down so uhhh let’s get this

later we have to include Anthony and he’s down to see how much we can take and he just lets us continue, i get to 4 shots and he finishes the bottle so i can’t have a 5th

brb im gonna go eat with him

okay im back now...

anyways were both pretty out of it, emilou still hasnt noticed and anthony finds this all funny i assume and so do i , and eventually she finds out and then the two of them leave i guess around 2 am and the two of us are both on the bean bag and were both tired and drunk and drunk me like petting his hair and apparently holding his hand and well yeah i kinda hate drunk me bc if that wasnt obvious enough lmao :/

continuin, we basically end up cuddled together most of the night until we both kind of sober up hella early in the morning and kind of separate a bit

and so in the morning guess who brought it uppp and i at least have an excuse that i was drunk and not thinking and just kinda doing whatever drunk me wanted to do (but omggg his hair is so fucking nice to play with omg) anyways imma just die real quick bc idk what happens now

also since no one else was in the room literally no one else knows about this and i think were keeping it that way bc lets be honest if anyone found out about that i think id be screwed for secret keeping and then well yeah

FEB 8 1AM

i remembered:

sunday 2-3

i forgot this happened but before I ended up in chris’s room i was chillin upstairs watching tv and then he came out on the phone with some one and long story short he said something on the phone to his friend along the lines of “you’re gonna have me in your life for a long time” and when he was saying that i was looking at him bc soy chismosa and i was curious and he winked at me and I died

Monday 2-4

so the other thing that happened was I had lunch/dinner with him before my writing class and no recuerdo que decimos, but uhhhh yeah

i like hanging out with him

also, just got back from his room and am more convinced that he may not like me but actually just sees me as a friend but at the same time maybe he does but IDK

i hate feelings and it’d be so much easier if i didn’t have them sometimes lmaooo

FEB 7 5-7 PM

so im currently in the room rn so im gonna try to make this as chronological as possible

saturday 2-2

alrighty so mind you this is the day ive volunteered with ship and have spent the whole day there, (i dont remember why i thought this was relevant :/)

so saturday night, i go to work in his room around 8 (?) so i can work on my essay and finish my shit bc he has a bean bag thats hella comfy to work on

andd so later on, jocelyn comes in to watch anime with him and then after i finish we all decide to watch gabriel iglesias and ended up squishing together on the bean bag with me in the middle of the two of them

and so were all chillin there, laughing whatever and at one point chris fucking pratt puts his head on my shoulder for a little bit and i dIeDddd

and eventually i fall asleep when we start watching emperors new groove and mind you im fucking next to chris pratt like uhhhh my GOD

so i wake up once the movies over and then go to the bathroom and come back and by then he has taken over the whole bean bag and im sad that i cant just get back and go back to sleep so i go back to my room

(hanna doesnt know what time i get back i think and im pretty sure it was around4 am) (emilous also not here bc she went home for the weekend)

sunday 2-3

so i decide hey i was productive yesterday and decide to return to his room to work on shit and try to get as much done before work in theevening

i finish around 1/2? and then i tell him im bored and i wanna do something before work but idk what so he says lets go to the rec room and its just the two of us and its chillin and he puts me on his story playing pool lmao

and then i go to work :(

but then THEN later after work i go for a run and end up back in his room and theres a couple other people there and so were all chilling (mind you this is around midnight)

and somehow i end up falling asleep on the bean bag next to this girl jon from my hall and (this is a secret in a secret) but i hear her get up at one point and then chris pratt then joins me and during the night im tossing and turning and leaning on him a bit (ughhhh i died a shit ton)

monday 2-4

so in the morning around 720 or so i wake up pay dumb and am like oh whend you get here and he explains and then hes like yeah i dont really know the girl who slept in my bed (one of jons friends) and i figured since im more comfortable with you id just move here (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck me upppp) [please note that when i say fuck me up i dont mean that type of fuck]

alrighty thats what i remember that i havent told you, and then the other bit from the screen record was tuesday and now its thursday and here i am in guess whos room again

possibly staying the night lmao

but jons also here so its not like im staying the night staying the night

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childofthenight2035 · 5 years

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In Which The Protagonist Is A Dumbass

A/N: i honestly dont know why i wrote this but based off something that happened once upon a time why did i write this it has zero plot anyways

Pairing(?): gn!Reader x Felix (ft. Jisung)

Summary/Prompt: You’re stupid. And you have the same phone as he does.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

It wasn’t even summer yet, but it was hot. Too hot.

Finals season. That couple of months at the end of the academic year when kids and teachers alike were stressed as fuck. Kids, because they didn’t know shit, and their teachers, well, for the same reason. Students often forget that teachers depend very much on their pupils’ performance.

Finals season was when you would see the morning buses loaded with kids and their unnecessarily heavy textbooks in one hand as they tried to balance themselves standing up with the other. It was also when you saw those same kids on the bus back home at noon instead of the afternoon because their exams were over.

Finals season was when dorms were quietly chaotic. Tempers ran high, lights were never off at night, and a chilling sort of hush fell over the building after dinnertime, a silence everyone was scared of breaking. People escaped the four walls of their room as much as possible, going up to the roof and explaining to the clouds what antibodies were, or pacing around the block in circles until they got dizzy and found themselves in the warden’s room diagnosed with dehydration. After two similar incidents, none of the students were permitted to spend too much time outdoors. It was simply too hot. Global warming was a real thing.

Following that rule, you chose to spend your time in the study hall next to the coffee shop on campus that shut down during finals, because no one was free to take orders or man the machines. The students had to settle for the cheap instant coffee from the mess hall across the campus.

You had made the table in the corner yours at a particular time every day. Someone was there before you, and someone came after you, but you didn’t mind. Despite not knowing who they were, you found the taking turns system convenient. It also helped that one of the two plugpoints in the entire hall was near your table.

Your exam was tomorrow and you pitied the ones who had theirs in less than two hours. You could see them, sitting on the edges of their seats, grouped together but not interacting much—that point had passed. Occasionally one of them would ask another for an answer, but the time for group study was not now. Now was the time for cramming—each to his own. Their legs bounced up and down, impatient but dreading the exam at the same time. Open books were scattered around them, trying to absorb as much information as they could at once. Their fingers tapped their pens against the tables, but you forgave the annoying sound it made—this would be you tomorrow.

You flipped through the seventh chapter of your biology textbook, wondering if you could possibly finish studying the next fourteen chapters before the next afternoon. You wished you would have started studying earlier but it was too late to think all that.

You glanced at your phone when it buzzed, alerting you that you had a message from your friend, reminding you to email your chemistry professor to ask him what the answer was to questions 16-28 on page 142, chapter five, because she didn’t know his email id. That’s a task for later, you thought. You wondered why she was so bothered by chem when your biology final was the next day. Oh, right, stupid, she doesn’t take bio. The exam stress was seriously making you lose reason. You pressed your charger deeper into the socket and rechecked that the switch was turned on. You had once gone the whole day without realizing that you hadn’t actually switched the power on so your phone could drink some electricity.

Someone plonked a textbook onto your table, making you jump. As you looked up, a handsome young man (baby faced young man, are you sure he’s not a high school student?) slid into the seat opposite you.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling out a phone and you leant back in your seat, taken aback by the deep voice issuing from between his pretty lips (waht the fcuk). “It’s just, my phone’s probably gonna die, and I have an exam soon and I can’t plug it anywhere else….”

Oh wow, you thought, mesmerized by the richness of his vocal cords and his soft blonde locks. You could sit here charging your phone forever. I would charge your phone for you. Just keep talking.

Unfortunately, he fell silent, looking at you expectantly. You realized he wanted permission.

“Oh! Yeah, sure,” you offered, gesturing to your charger. “Totally fine.”

He flashed you a grateful smile, carefully unplugging your phone and replacing it with his own. Switching it on, he set his phone beside yours.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, then laughed, pointing at the two phones. “They’re the same!”

You followed his finger to where your phone and his lay side by side. He was right. Your phones were the same. Same size, same brand, same model. A smile broke across your features at that.

“What a coincidence,” you remarked, turning back to your textbook. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to continue talking to this person about the phones, it’s just that you had an exam coming up in less than twenty-four hours and you needed to focus. You heard a muttered ‘right, shit, get to work’ from the boy opposite you.

A moment later, he was frantically turning pages, pen between his teeth, shaking his leg, just like the others in the room that had their exam today. You thought better than to interrupt his uploading of information into brain. He checked his watch with an expression that gradually became more horrified.

You turned your focus back to your book, to the world of tissues and cells. You vaguely saw him shuffling around but you paid no mind.

The tension in the room grew slowly higher and higher. The hour mark had been crossed, and the students were near hysterical.

The study hall supervisor couldn’t seem to stand it either. Within five minutes, she was shouting at the exam students to get up and leave. No use cramming so close to an exam, she said to them. Use this time to calm yourself and recollect what you’ve learned.

Standard teacher advice. The boy opposite you stood up hesitantly, not tearing his eyes away from the book, two of his fingers pressing into his neck.

“Good luck,” you offered. His gaze met yours and the creases in his forehead disappeared.

“Thank you,” he said, still looking nervous as he slowly packed his bag. You stood up as well, deciding to go to the mess hall for some food. As he bent to cram his textbook into his bag, you reached over to remove his phone and take back your charger. You slipped your phone that was lying on the table unplugged into your pocket and handed him his phone. He thanked you again, distractedly.

You patted his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, just calm down. If you get anxious, you won’t be able to do well. So relax.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll relax.” He took a deep breath.

With another word of reassurance, you sent him along his way, packing your own stuff and exiting the study hall.

“Ugh, I’m so hungry,” you groaned, wondering if your friend was available to join you. You brought out your phone and turned the screen on.

You stopped in your tracks.

On the screen was a photo of the blondie who had just been sitting opposite you, with another dark-haired boy asleep on his lap.

You cursed out loud, startling some passers-by.

Oh! the boy had said. They’re the same!

You were stupid. You were so stupid.

But wasn’t his phone the one being charged? And yours was unplugged? He must have switched them back once he was satisfied with his phone’s percentage.

But why didn’t you have the basic sense to check if the phone was yours? You could call your own phone, right?

The campus clock chimed one o'clock. His exam must have started. There was no point in trying to reach him now. At least not until four.

You turned the screen on again. This time fixed on the numbers asking you to enter the password. You couldn’t call your own phone even if you wanted to.

You eyed the emergency call button. Did he have the police entered, or a friend’s contact? You shoved the thing back into your pocket, deciding to just wait. You didn’t even know his name. You didn’t know what exam he had. You didn’t know where to find him.

You were screwed. But hey, food.

The macaroni and cheese was crusty and gross as ever, but as you had learned during the year, you don’t say no to food. Gross or not. You never knew when you would get it again. Money is a fickle thing. It never stays with one person their whole life.

A loud, strange sort of music erupted from the device in your pocket. You jumped. His phone was ringing. Hoping against hope that it would be someone you knew, a mutual friend, you took it out and looked at its screen. It said Sungie (^.^). Would this person be able to help? Hesitantly, you pressed answer.

“Yo, Flixie, shouldn’t you be writing an exam? How are you answering your phone?”

“Um…hello?”

You heard a distant ‘what the fuck’. “Hello?”

You didn’t recognize the voice and certainly not the nickname. There must be dozens of people on campus with Sung in their names. “Yeah. Hi.”

“You’re not Felix. Who’s this and why do you have his phone?”

He spoke with such authority that you were sure this was either his best friend, his brother, or someone else very close to him. You weren’t about to get beat up over a mixed up phone. “Listen, I can explain!”

“Please do.”

“You see, the thing is, your friend—Felix?—and I were sitting at the same table in study hall,” you rambled, “and he asked if he could use my charger to charge his phone and I said yes so he plugged it in, but when we both got up to leave, our phones got switched.” You drew in a breath. “It’s my fault. I should’ve checked the phones before I gave it back to him.”

You could hear the person on the other end laughing his face off. You relaxed a bit. “Wow, nice going. So you can’t contact him and neither can he. And I can’t either, huh?”

“I suppose not. Do you know where he’s taking his exam?”

“I think it’s in Hall 3…” he trailed off, thinking.

“So I could just wait there for him, right—“

“…It could also be in Hall 1,” he continued, “or maybe even in Hall 2. Or it could be in the library…”

A sudden thought struck you. You had heard his voice before somewhere. This joking, self-satisfied sort of tone. “You’re Jisung, aren’t you? Han Jisung?”

He abruptly stopped spouting out suggestions. “Uh. Yeah?”

“You won the prize for the Monoact this year, didn’t you?”

“Oh. Huh? That. Yeah, I did? That’s how you know me? Cool.” You could almost hear his head filling up with air. Change the topic.

“Hm. So you don’t know where Felix is?”

In the pause that followed, you understood one thing: he did. He was just not going to make things easier for you. “You know what? Give me your number. I’ll contact you after his exam and tell you where to go.”

You rattled off your number to him reluctantly.

“So, I have your number,” he began, his voice dropping lower, “is the next step asking you out on a—“

“I’m hanging up now.”

You pressed the end call button over his protests.

You tried to focus on your textbook back at the dorm. You really did. That’s why you went to the dorm in the first place. But anxiety was slowly creeping up on you. You were replaying your day, trying to remember what Felix had been studying.

His lockscreen was cute, though. You wondered if the boy asleep on his lap was his boyfriend. Maybe. Maybe not. Since it was his lockscreen, then maybe he was. Either way, whoever it was had a place of honour.

The clock ticked slower and slower, inching to four o'clock.

At three-forty-five, you couldn’t concentrate. You closed your book.

Twenty-five minutes later, his phone rang.

You snatched it up, barely registering the name Sungie (^.^) and sliding the answer button. “Hello?”

“Right. Felix is waiting for you at the mess hall.”

“Oh, okay, tha—“ A beep sounded. You stared at the phone. Okay, that was straight to the point.

You dashed out of your dorm room.

…and you forgot the phone, jeez, Y/N, what the hell?

Take two.

It was too hot to be running to the mess hall again, but at least it had dropped a degree since noon.

You glanced around the large semi-open space, hoping to see a shock of blonde hair that would catch your attention. And one did.

One very sun-kissed young man with neatly combed blonde hair was waving at you. Your heart leapt.

…Obviously not at the sight of him, particularly, but He-Who-Had-Your-Phone.

My generation has succumbed to technology, you thought.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly as you climbed into a seat opposite him. He returned the greeting equally awkward, but managing to smile tiredly. You noticed he had a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose. Cute.

“I’m Felix,” he offered, sticking out a hand. You took it.

“I know. I’m Y/N.”

You set his phone on the table and he mimicked the action with yours. The two of you exchanged phones, giggling nervously at the mix-up.

“Sorry,” he started to say, but you shook your head.

“I’m the one who should be sorry, I took your phone thinking it was mine.”

“Well, I don’t blame you,” he assured (whiplash, you forgot how deep his voice was). “I connected your phone to the charger once mine was okay without telling you.”

“We can play this blame game back and forth all day.”

He laughed, his voice lightening for a second. “True.”

You gestured to his phone. “Your wallpaper is really cute. Is that your boyfriend?”

He blushed, snatching up his phone and sliding it into his bag. “No,” he replied a little too quickly, in a tone that told you maybe he was lying. “Speaking of wallpapers,” he continued, tapping your phone, “isn’t that 3racha’s radio promotion poster? Maybe specifically, CB97?”

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. “So? What about it?”

Felix broke into a smile. “You didn’t recognize SpearB from my wallpaper?”

Your mouth fell open. “Wait, that’s him?! I didn’t recognize…”

He nodded. “And you didn’t know J.One? I thought he told you to come over here?”

You slammed your fist onto the table. “Are you kidding me?”

Felix started laughing.

“So that’s how I know him!” you exclaimed. “It wasn’t the monoact prize, it was this! I’m so stupid!”

He laughed even harder at your pout. “It’s okay, I won’t tell Chris.”

“Please don’t.”

After a minute, in which he held back his giggles and you pouted harder than ever, he spoke up. “So, hey, let me treat you. I sure am hungry.” He gestured vaguely around. “How about some gross instant coffee?”

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mrswalkerwritesagain · 5 years

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Tequila Truths - Damien x Gabi

Prompts: Drunkenly confessing feelings from @cora-nova and You caught me doing something dangerous flipped out from an anon. Thank you for the prompts! I hope you like this!

This is set about a year before the events of Perfect Match.

Word Count: ~1600

Damien carefully adjusts the lens on his camera, trying to catch the money shot of Mrs. Cynthia Dyer cheating on Mr. David Dyer with Mr. Dyer’s half brother. It’s honestly not the most salacious job he’s ever taken, far from it, but it still leaves him with that pit in stomach, humanity sucks feeling that most of his cases give him. That’s the burden of being a PI though. Dyer’s half brother has just arrived at the seedy City Center Motel when Damien’s phone buzzes on the seat beside him.

“Sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now,” he mutters. “I’m busy getting paid to be a peeping tom.”

Damien starts snapping rapid-fire photos of Mrs. Dyer opening the door and enveloping the half brother in a passionate embrace and the phone stops buzzing briefly before starting up again. Damien snatches it up and answers without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

“Are you Mr. Damien Nazario?”

“Maybe. Who’s asking?”

“Mr. Nazario, this is Gwen at St. Vincent’s Hospital. You’re listed as an emergency contact for Gabriela Park.”

“Gabi?” Damien’s breath catches sharply in his chest. “Is she okay? What happened?

“She’s currently admitted to our ER with some hand lacerations and she’s receiving fluids since she came in quite inebriated. We tried to reach her first contact, but there was no answer. Will you be able to come and pick her up?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Damien says, adrenaline and worry making him fumble as he starts his car and heads to the hospital. Gabi, what did you do?

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At St. Vincent’s Hospital, Damien is a little more gruff with the staff than they probably deserve, but he can’t relax until he sees Gabi, until he knows she’s okay. He barks her name at the registration staff who call back to have a nurse come get him. He paces the ER waiting room anxiously until a young guy in gray-green scrubs calls his name and leads him through a labyrinth of hallways to a small, curtained-off bed where Gabi lays on her side, watching an old episode of The Crown and The Flame on a TV mounted to the wall.

“Gabi...”

She looks up and blinks a few times before smiling sleepily at him.

“Heeeeyyy,” she slurs, “Damien! It’s you! I knew you’d come. I told them you’d come. Nadia sleeps like a log, but I knew you’d come for me.”

“Yeah, of course, always,” Damien nods his thanks to the nurse and sits beside Gabi. He looks down at her, something more than friendly concern coursing through him. She looks so small curled up on this hospital bed. Her makeup is smudged and there are dark circles under her eyes. Both of her hands are wrapped in thick layers of gauze. He picks one of them up and holds it between his hands.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“I fell down.”

“Yeah, I kind of assumed that. How? Why? Why are you drunk off your ass on a Tuesday at 2:00 in the morning?” he drops into interrogation mode far more easily than he’d care to admit. Old habits refuse to die and he carefully watches as she answers him, looking for the truth behind her words.

“I...ugh...I....” Gabi frowns deeply, looking away from him as an embarrassed look colors her features. “I found out that stupid Andrew has been cheating on me.”

Damien has to bite his tongue from saying I told you so. He’d hated Andrew the Asshole on sight. Nadia had teased him it was because he “liked” Gabi, which made him sound like a lovestruck middle schooler, and she was totally wrong. He’d hated Andrew because he was a dick, a dude-bro, and a Yankees fan. While Damien never wants Gabi to hurt, he’s relieved that her latest boyfriend is out of their lives.

“I know there’s more to the story than that,” he urges Gabi to continue. “I mean you didn’t shatter a wine bottle with your bare hands, did you?”

“No, no wine,” Gabi laughs a little and then cringes, “but there was tequila involved. A lot of tequila which gave me the idea to find him and let him have it. So I went to Segal’s. Down by the docks.”

“What?” Damien shouts, jumping from the bed and glaring down at Gabi. “What were doing in a place like that? Jesus Christ, Gabi! Do you know what kind of shit goes down there? You could have been hurt! Why didn’t you call me and let me handle it? God, you could have...”

He turns away, unable to finish the sentence, and rakes a hand through his hair. God, the things that could have happened to her. Damien lets out a slow breath to keep from berating Gabi again. He doesn’t have a lot of people that he likes, trusts, or cares about in this world and Gabi has managed to become someone he really likes, absolutely trusts, and cares deeply about. If anything had happened to her...

“Damien.”

He turns back around and Gabi is standing right behind him. Before he can overthink it, he wraps her in a tight hug, crushing her to his chest and laying his cheek on her head. Gabi’s arms slip around his waist and she nestles against his chest with a sigh. Her clubbed hands land on the small of his back, patting him gently.

“So, what happened to your hands?”

“I kinda, sorta threw a beer bottle at Andrew,” Gabi says. She shrugs without moving from his embrace and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Of course, you did.”

“I missed which is a good thing, I guess, but it kind of exploded on the wall. I tripped when I tried to leave and I landed in the glass.”

Damien closes his eyes to keep from exploding with worried anger once again. He can picture her in the dimly-lit dive bar, stumbling and slurring and cursing out her ex. She’s such a spitfire, this one. But when he imagines her falling on the sticky wood floors, glass piercing the tender skin of her hands and no doubt causing tears fall from her big brown eyes, his heart just aches. He hates that he wasn’t there with her.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Damien,” Gabi’s soft, tired comes through his thoughts and Damien leans back to look down at her. He tucks a stray curl behind her ear as she asks, “Can you take me home?”

"Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

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Gabi sleeps all the way to her apartment and Damien practically has to carry her up to her third-floor walkup. He keeps his arm firmly wrapped around her waist as he guides her through her messy apartment to her even messier bedroom. He uses one hand to toss stray t-shirts, jeans, and dresses from her bed, clearing a space to sit her down.

“Why does this keep happening, Damien?” Gabi asks in a weary voice.

“Well,” Damien answers as he walks into the bathroom to grab her a glass of water and some Tylenol. “You keep picking guys who are just...the worst.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“I know, but...Gabi, what are you doing?” Damien’s voice comes out choked as he walks back into the bedroom to find Gabi sitting on the bed without her shirt on. He spins on his heel and forces his eyes to the ceiling, but it’s too late. The mental image of Gabi clad in a simple gray cotton bra is burned into his retinas and it’s far more arousing than he would ever have thought...not that he’s thought about it before...much. Not the time. Not the time. Not the time, he chants to himself. She’s brokenhearted, drunk, and it is NOT the time.

“You can turn around,” Gabi says a moment later. Peeking over his shoulder, Damien breaths a sigh of relief when he sees she’s dressed in a slouchy, over-sized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Still looks cute as hell. He hands her the water and the Tylenol and she dutifully swallows it down before climbing into her bed. Damien pulls the floral comforter up over her.

“You know you don’t have to keep settling for these guys who aren’t worthy of you, right?” Damien tells her gently and Gabi gives him a wry, sad smile.

“Yeah, well, I can’t wait for you forever.”

Damien freezes, staring down at her. She didn’t say what he thinks she said, did she? He shouldn’t ask. She’s out of it and she won’t remember this in the morning. He should let it go.

“What did you say?” he croaks out and cringes. Apparently his mouth has different ideas than his mind does. Damn it.

“I’m saying...I want you and I think you want me too.”

“Gabi...”

“I know you’re not there yet, but hurry up, okay?” Gabi yawns as her eyes drift close and Damien watches as she falls asleep, leaving him with a heart pounding from panic and excitement.

It’s truth. He does want her. He wants to be with her. But he’s not there yet. He’s not ready for that as much as he wishes desperately that he was.

“Just hang on, Gabi,” Damien whispers, brushing a kiss on her forehead and smiling at the way she wrinkles it in response. “I’ll get there. I’m working on it, I swear. I’m going to become the man you deserve. I promise.”

#damien x mc #damien nazario x gabi park #perfect match #playchoices fanfiction #mrswalkerwrites fanfiction

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fairyfreddie-archived · 5 years

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click the read more if u wanna hear VERY INCOHERENT RAMBLINGS ABT THE TRIBUTE BAND SHOW !!!!

OKSY SO... IT WAS SO GOOD.. LIKE GOD!!! OMG...... IM SO GLAD WE GOT FRONT ROW SEATS?? and we only reALISED we had front row seats just before we left to go to the venue......

THE GUY BEING DEAKY WAS SO GOOD?? HE WAS BOPPINg.... DISCO DEAKY.. I HEARD TWO GIRLS BEHIND ME IN THE INTERMISSION CALL HIM THAT AND FOR SOME REASON MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS LIKE?? do they have tumblrs can i follow u.. ?? solidarity?? pelaa.s.e.. HE HAD THAT resting PENSIVE face id die for him..

honestly. they were like. queen but THICC and all the same height?? JDJSJSJ BUT IT WAS SO SO FUN !! MAYBE BEING SO CLOSE TO THE FRONT HAD ITS DISADVANTAGES OF BEING VERY AFRAID IM GONNA MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH A REAL HUMAN PERSON AND THE Illusion OF THEM Not Being Queen BEING BROKEN BUT JHKDHFDGJHFD HONESTLY IT HAD ITS UPSIDES AS U WILL SOON KNOW..

I THINK THE GUY BEING BRIAN ACTUALLY. HAD CLOGS???? THEY WERE LIKE BRIGHT RED... AND HIS HAIR WASNT A WIG... IM STANNING I THINK IM STANNING??? THE DEDICATION.. THE GUY BEING ROGER I COULD BARELY SEE BUT HE WAS SUCH A GOOD DRUMMER?? HE REALLY SHOWED OFF AT THE BEGINNING OF THE ENCORE EHDJSNSN

FREDDIE WAS SO :’))))) I LOVE HIMMMMM .... STARTS CRYING. THEY WERE ALL LIKE SURPRISINGLY ENDEARING AND FUNNY IT WAS .. SO EPIC.. THEY DID THE SHOW MUST GO ON AND DAYS OF OUR LIVES AND LOVE OF MY LIFE I WAS So Close TO CRYING..... I’M SURPRISED THEY DIDNT DO WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER BUT THANK GOD THEY DIDNT I WOULDVE SOBBED ?? TBH

we weren’t allowed to take pics or videos which was unfortunate but I KNOW THAT CAN DETER PEOPLE FROM SEENG BANDS LIKE THIS CAUSE THERE’S NOT A LOT OF FOOTAGE??? BUT THEY WERE GENUINELY SO GOOD. LIKE IF YOU EVEN TAKE AWAY THE FACT IT’S QUEEN RELATED THEY’RE ALL SUPER TALENTED AND AUTHENTIC

THEY EVEN DID AN AY-OH PART... I.. ??? IT WAS JUST LIKE THE LIVE AID ONE IM EMOTIONAL ITS THE CLOSEST I’LL EVER GET AND IM ?? :(( BUT ALSO :)) DFJHKGFFDJ.... DURING ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST THE GUY BEING FREDDIE WAS DOING REALLY COMPLICATED ADLIBS AND TRYING TO GET US TO DO THEM BACK BUT HE WAS JUST MESSING WITH US JDFGJKDFV

they ended with radio ga ga and EVERYONE WAS STANDING ANF DOING THE CLAPS ?? IT FELT SO SURREAL LIKE. THAT WAS THE BEST BEST PART OMG... UGH IT WAS SO FUN, ONCE U GET PAST THE POINT THEyre PRETENDING TO BE THEM ITS?? SO FUN AND THE GUY WHO WAS FREDDIE WAS JUST RLLY FUNNY AND MAYBE HE WASN’T DOING IT INTENTIONALLY BUT HE ACCIDENTALLY CALLED THE PLACE WE WERE AT WHICH BEGINS WITH A G AND HE SAID GAY----- (the rest of the name of the place we were at) ... I LOVE HIM GAY RIGHTS.. AND HE ALMOST TRIPPED OVER ONE OF THE SOUND THINGS.. AND DROPPED THE MIC ONCE AND THAT COULD’VE GONE TERRIBLY BUT THEY LAUGHED AND PLAYED IT OFF JFDKHDGHD

I’M. VERY GLAD WE DIDN’T MISS THE ENCORE LIKE THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF THEM NOT DOING FRIENDS WILL BE FRIENDS OR WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS WAS SETTING IN BUT OH BUDDY.... THEY CAME BACK OUT

IT WAS SO FUN.... THEY PLAYED WE WILL ROCK YOU NORMAL SPEED, FRIENDS WILL BE FRIENDS WHICH I DIDNT EXPECT THEM TO PLAY???? BUT I GOT SO HAPPY THAT THEY DID... THEN WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS AND I AM Emotional........

AND THE BEST PART.... JUST AS THEY TOOK THEIR BOWS ON STAGE I SHOOK THE GUYS WHO WERE BRIAN AND FREDDIE’S HANDS AAAAA DJSJANAMSN SEE THAT’S THE BEST REASON FOR BEING IN FRONT.. WE WERE ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO GOT TO SHAKE THEIR HANDS BEFORE THEY WENT OFF STAGE IT WAS SO WILDING... IM OVERWHELEMED... THE GUY WHO WAS BRIAN LIKED MY SHIRT AND NOTICED ME REALLY PASSIONATELY SINGING IM SO HSJSJSNSNAN HNNNG THAT WAS SO GOOD.. BEING IN FRONT MADE ME SELF CONSCIOUS BUT IT WAS RLLY NICE HONESTLY????

tonight was just a really good nice hh !! :’’’)

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staliasjeronica · 5 years

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Riverdale 3.09 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- Choni ❤️❤️❤️ But “stealing from.the rich to give to, well, us” what? Cheryl… YOU’RE RICH. Give some of the money to the Serpents They need it a bit more than you do baby. BUT BITCH THEIR FIRST I LOVE YOU I’M—

- Five weeks of the quarantine… that would have made an INCREDIBLE story line? Seriously? It would have been amazing to see Sweet Pea being temporary king while Jarghead and FP were gone. But no… let’s just skip the good part? What the fuck kinda writing skips.a great plot?

- “All physical contact must be kept to a minimum?” um… literally WHY? There’s literally NO reason for that to be a rule? Also fuck off Moose no ones likes a tattle tale and we all know that you’re slumming it up with Kevin after school so leave my babies alone. Oh. it’s for the seizures? Really? Dude SEIZURES ARE NOT FUCKING CONTAGIOUS YOU STUPID FUCKERS OH MY GOD. Stop trying to keep then gays from being cute!!!!!!!

- The RROTC made the rules? Dude they don’t run the school lmao that’s NOT HOW THINGS WORK

- JOSIE SINGING!!! MY BABY VERONICA!!! UGH FUCK ME UPPPP

- VEGGIE. VERONICA IS LOOKING AT JOSIE’S INCREDIBLE SINGING WHILE REGGIE IS AWING AT VERONICA I’M—

- Ew and then my mood is ruined by bughead waking up 😷😷😷

- Betty put all of those girl’s… in HER house? THE COOPERS CAN BARELY TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES LET ALONE THOSE GIRLS. Also don’t they fucking have families? And yes, Betty, that scream definitely would wake up your mom because they have those motherly instincts and they’d think their child was hurt, so ofc she’s going to wake up.

- They want to play… G&G… are you kidding me? I kinda get that it makes them feel better because that’s how they had it in SOQM but still WHY? JUST PLAY CLASSICAL MUSIC OR SOMETHING AND TAKE A BATH.

- Of course Jughead goes from his horrible leadership to “I left you too long” stfu right now your priority is the Serpents and who’s dealing the drugs (although I know who and uhhhh leave them alone he has to stay alive somehow)

- They don’t even have an elected Sheriff yet? WHY? SHERIFF KELLER DIDN’T DIE DID HE? THEN FUCKING REINSTATE HIM??? IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD YOU STUPID FUCKS

- “Maybe that means that Archie could come back home” wE KNOW YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM BETTY. Barchie!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

- Reggie ❤️❤️❤️ WOAH WHAT NO LEAVE HIM ALONE? HE ALREADY GETS ABUSED BY HIS FATHER! But aw Ronnie gets to take care of him I’m—

- Hiram really is trying to hustle his daughter wow so uhhh he does know that his daughter is the incredible Veronica Lodge, right? She’ll find a way lol we all know the queen can do everything

- “Has anyone ever told you you’re a badass?” Wow Reggie is so fucking into her I’m just 😭😭

- If Vegas gets hurt RAS will LITERALLY DIE. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AND I’M NOT READY FOR THIS. Also there’s no way Vegas wouldn’t have seen or heard the bear behind him but sure whatever. ARCHIE JUST BC SHE’S ZONING OUT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN’T HEAR HER. JUST DO WHAT SHE SAYS JESUS. Also how convenient that it suddenly doesn’t work.

- “They imprinted on me” Betty NEVER say that again that was gross as fuck. “But as their queen, they are your responsibility, not mine” bitch Betty can’t be a queen no matter how hard she tries, and she (nor Jughead) know how to take care of anyone but themselves so… Alice unless you want Betty to end up killing them, this is where you, as the mom, undermine her and take them to the farm. Of course I don’t trust the farm but it’s much safer than the Cooper house hold because they have the resources to spare, the Cooper’s don’t.

- Hey here’s an idea… since you can’t get to Hiram using the nuns because they took a vow of silence (cowards) then maybe… just maybe… OUT IT AS A CONVERSION THERAPY HELL SITE AND USE THAT INSTEAD? But we know Betty doesn’t want to save the gays so 😷😷

- I love Josie’s singing but why is she singing in an empty lounge? REST HER VOCALS.

- I used to love Hiram’s evil-ness but now he just shows up all the time and it’s getting annoying. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD END THIS FUCKING PLOT SO VERONICA CAN FOR ONCE GET HER OWN STORY THAT BETTY DOESN’T TAKE, THAT DOESN’T REVOLVE AROUND HER FATHER OR A GUY. SERIOUSLY. They have so much potential with literally any other character but still decide to force Bughead and their separate characters down our throats. Like at this point honestly just kill them both off Jesus Christ

- Jughead… this is a gang… they’ve always sold drugs? At least, weed, but still? You have to take into consideration that you were gone, and they were placed under quarantine, and they needed money. You can’t blame any of them for dealing with Hiram you whiny piss baby. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

- God it bothers me that Jarghead is such a lowsy king. When do we get Sweet Pea overthrowing him? pLEASE WE NEED IT SO TONI CAN LEAD BESIDE HIM. Maybe Swangs (even though I know what happens) and Choni can co-lead the Serpents

- Cheryl speaking facts! AND MY BOY FANGS. Jughead had NOTHING to say to Fangs and FP had to step up and cover for Jughead, because he was right. What else are they supposed to do? Gangs are supposed to do bad shit? Jughead has done ultimate horrible shit and suddenly he’s going to act like a gang is supposed to be clean? Jughead do your research that is not what gangs do. Also, if FP is going to be at every fucking Serpent meeting maybe he should, you know, take his spot back. He’s a MUCH better leader than Jughead, even though I’d prefer it be one of the founding members like TONI FUCKING TOPAZ or something.

- I love how no one really does the “in unity there is strength” thing. Like, they know they’re being lead to slaughter basically and FP is just letting it happen. Also, they’re running the gang into the ground. There is no more unity because JUGHEAD’S STUPID POWER-HUNGRY ASS ISN’T DOING SHIT TO HELP THE GANG. Also also Betty looks so out of place and awkward there. Can’t wait for Archie to come back and for her to realize that he almost died and then realize she can’t live without him and that she loves him and finally bughead can split for good and barchie can rise

- If Veronica paid why the FLYING FUCK did they go after Josie? FucK OFF HIRAM

- Polly you had to say his name. LEAVE MY BOY ALONE.

- FANGS CRYING STOP STOP STOP MY BABY BOY NO NO NO

- “We could’ve helped you” JUGHEAD YOU LITERALLY JUST BANNED CRIME. THE SERPENTS HAVE NO MONEY WHAT ELSE WHAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO DO? Also they can’t get mad at him bc this was before Jughead got back and did the stupid crime law like a hypocrite

- DUDE FANGS DID THIS BEFORE THE FUCKING RULE YOU STUPID FUCKERS? LIKE??? DO YOU HAVE NO BRAIN CELLS?

- Oh Jughead has one brain cell left? I know he ends up being cancelled but he’s not… yet.

- CHONI BREAKING IN AND STEALING SHIT YES BITCH

- Why is Archie hallucinating playing G&G? Like doesn’t this mean he’s playing by himself? The fuck?

- Dead ass Cassidy telling Archie it sounds like his fault that all that happened, you can tell that this is Archie’s mind because he always blames himself for things that have nothing to do with him. Because we know that it’s definitely NOT his fault. None of it is.

- Cheryl just HAD to kiss the picture

- JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. MY FANFIC IS COMING TO LIFE. JUGHEAD AND THE SERPENTS PROTECTING VERONICA YASSSSSSSSS

- I’m mad that they didn’t have Joaquin not actually die. Like, Sweet Pea and Fangs were close to him? They could have faked his death like what the fuck

- YES WE LOVE AND STAN LAWYER MCCOY

- How did Jughead know that Toni was involved? Cheryl was the only one who left a stupid calling card.

- THE TEARS WELLING IN TONI’S EYES STOP STOP STOP

- But he can’t fucking kick her out she’s literally a legacy. This crusty white boy needs to sit the fuck down

- Okay one, Cheryl why would you bring Fangs back into it? THE FUCK. Also, Jughead you can’t be disappointed in Fangs for telling SP even though you said not to tell anyone—best friend’s never count.

- SWEET PEA STANDING UP. FANGS CRYING. “Some leader you are” YES FANGS WHAT A KING. SWEET PEA BBY OH MY GOD

- “And the rest of us don’t get to go back to Thistlehouse” says the disgusting whiny piss baby who gets to sleep in his girlfriend’s house, in her comfortable bed while his gang lays in cots or some shit in tents. Get off your mighty high horse, Jughead. God, now they’re switching roles… Betty is kinda becoming SLIGHTLY tolerable and now Jughead is being so fucking annoying. Go back to how it was please.

- JERONICA. AND VEGGIE. EXCELLENCE.

- So Archie standing over Hiram and shit was all a fucking dream? Really? COME ON. Lol Hiram has a point though because everyone goes in and tells him their fucking plans. OMG THE CALLBACK TO THE FIRST EPISODE WAS GREAT. CALL BACK TO BARCHIE BEING ENDGAME YESSSS.

- So if Veronica ended up smashing the egg… then fucking give Fangs, Toni, and Cheryl their spots in the Serpents back since it was all for nothing anyways.

- I’m glad Cheryl and Nana Rose are housing some fo the girls but WHAT ABOUT THE SERPENTS YOU GUYS HAVE A BIG FUCKING HOUSE. Why didn’t she house some of them there? I mean it’s ooc for Toni not to be thinking of her fellow Serpents why wouldn’t she be like “hey babe you have a lot of room here what if we help house some of the Serpents” but uhhh apparently not.

- Hey FP shut the fuck up with this “she’s still a Lodge” shit because you all know she doesn’t associate herself with her parents anymore. Remember “you don’t have a daughter” or…?

- Jughead brought up when FP worked for Hiram. Hell yeah! But him saying he wants Jughead to be a better king than him? BITCH YOUR SON DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO RUN A GANG. HE SUCKS. HE’S STUPID AND RUINING THE GANG HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT? God never give your throne to blood family.

- Yeah, FP, you’re not made for the sidelines you’re made to RULE you stupid fuck. Maybe you should get back with Alice she makes you more stable and less stupid

- REGGIE’S LIKE “NOT THIS TIME BITCH”

- SWEET PEA WITH A BAT FUCK YEAH

- So… you threaten the gargoyle bitch but you don’t unmask him to see who he is? Are you fucking stupid?

- Wtf… he has to beat himself with a bat on his own bed? I am confusion… WHAT THE FLYING FUCK? THE BLACK HOOD AND HIRAM AND THE GARGOYLE KING HAVE DONE SHIT NOT YOU YOU BIG BAFOON. NO DON’T DESTROY YOU’RE GOOD HEARTED INNOCENCE. YOU’RE THE ONLY BRAVE ONE OF THE CORE FOUR. ARCHIE NO.

- If they make Archie unlikable the only good core four person will be Veronica.

- VERONICA SINGING ❤️❤️❤️ Oh fuck I know this song but I can’t remember where I’ve heard it!!!

- VEGGIE. SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY TO SEE HIM I’M— HE’S SO ENAMORED WITH HER. VEGGIE KISS. Why can they make their chemistry shown on screen but Bughead can’t? Like both couples are even dating irl, too…

- JUGHEAD YOU PIECE OF SHIT. He only uses Sweet Pea or Fangs when he has something he doesn’t want to do usually because it’s too dangerous for him (whiny piss baby). DON’T MAKE MY BABY BOY GO UNDERCOVER HE’LL FUCKING GET HURT.

- I’ve literally never hated Jughead more nothing he can do can make up for what he’s done in this episode bye

- What the actual fuck. This is so fucking stupid.

- Archie isn’t dead. If Archie dies before bitch ass Betty or Jiggaloo Jones I will literally come after RAS.

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