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blushingreid · 4 years

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Eye Love You

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: shout out to @pumpkin-goob for this request💛 I absolutely love it bc I’m blind af, so it’s a vibe. S2 Spence always has a special place in my heart. Pls enjoy & slide me feedback <3

Note: I use the technical term for the equipment: phoropter (in case you’re privileged with 20/20 vision or you’re like me & just called it the eye machine your whole life).

“You know, three out of every four adults require glasses or contacts. Of the 75 percent of adults that need vision correction, 64 percent of them wear eyeglasses, while 11 percent wear contac-,” Spencer’s ramble cut short as he clumsily bumped into a display entering the eye doctors.

“Easy there Pretty Boy. Can’t have you wrecking your good looks,” Morgan teased, steering him towards the receptionist’s desk.

“Hi, what brings you in today?” the man at the desk asked, not even bothering to look up.

“Um I have an appointment for new glasses for Spencer Reid.”

The receptionist gave Spencer a nod before tapping away on the computer. After a couple minutes of awkward silence, he finally looked up at them. “So from our records it appears that you need to have your eyes examined for any changes in your prescription before we can get you new glasses. Just have a seat in the waiting room and the optometrist should be out soon.”

Spencer sighed as he and Morgan headed towards the waiting room. He just wanted to be able to see clearly and it wasn’t even his fault.

His glasses had gotten knocked off his face and crushed during one of the BAU’s recent cases. Spencer had been chasing after an unsub when out of nowhere, the unsub’s partner struck Spencer. Next thing he knew, he was basically blind.

Hotch had given Spencer the next couple days off until he got new glasses, since he wasn’t much help blindly stumbling around the bullpen. Morgan had volunteered to be Spencer’s “guide dog” until he regained his vision.

“Spencer Reid?” The optometrist called out.

Spencer looked up at the blurry figure and shyly waved his hand.

“Hi, I’m Doctor y/n y/l/n and I’ll be doing your examination. If you could follow me and we’ll get you checked out.”

“She’s very cute,” Morgan whispered in Spencer’s ear.

“Since all I see is her silhouette, I’ll take your word for it,” Spencer whispered back before getting up and following her. Morgan chuckled as he watched Spencer try his best not to bump into anything.

Once he made it safely into the examination room and onto the chair, Spencer turned towards y/n. He involuntarily squinted his eyes, hoping it would temporarily clear his vision long enough so he could assess her. Unfortunately, it didn’t do much.

“I see you’re here for new glasses. Any particular reason why?” Y/n asked as she cleaned and set up the phoropter.

Spencer felt embarrassed all over again, remembering why he needed new glasses. “Yeah uh they got ruined in a work incident,” he nervously laughed off.

“Well your job must be very interesting and hectic,” y/n replied before pushing the phoropter towards Spencer. “Please place your chin up on this bar, and lean forward until your forehead rests on the cushion. I’ve added your latest prescription, so we can see if there are any changes.”

Spencer placed his chin onto the cool surface, leaning forward so his forehead touched the cushion letting him see into the phoropter. He heard a small click before the darkness he saw in the machine was filled with light, and a clear view of the television on the room’s wall with rows of letters in various sizes displayed.

“Great! Can you see clearly now?” Y/n asked, wheeling her chair directly in front of Spencer and the phoropter.

Oh he could definitely see clearly and he certainly liked what he saw, given the heat that immediately coursed through his body once y/n came into his line of sight. It was most certainly love at first eyesight. Y/n was breathtakingly beautiful. Spencer had never seen anyone more perfect than her. He mentally appreciated the dimly lit examination room.

“Yes, uh things are much clearer now,” Spencer quickly said, realizing he had completely zoned out. Spencer was relieved and filled with glee that he would be able to admire y/n without her realizing it, through the phoropter.

“Perfect! I’m sure you know the drill with this thing, but I’ll explain it anyways. So I’m gonna block out your left eye first and each round, I’ll switch between two different lenses and each time you’ll tell me which one is clearer. Then, we’ll repeat the process with your other eye after,” y/n explained before flipping and turning the many parts of the machine to block out Spencer’s left eye.

A tiny hint of sadness hit Spencer when he realized he’d only get to admire her one eye at a time.

“Okay one or two?” Y/n asked as she flipped between the two lense options.

Spencer immediately saw that option two was clearer, but he didn’t want his time with y/n to be over too soon. “Um could you do that again, a couple more times?”

“Yes, no worries. Sometimes these are very close, so just let me know if you need more time or repeats.”

And so he did. What should’ve been a quick 10 minute examination became a 40 minute one. Not that y/n minded, she found Spencer very attractive and his presence quite comforting. Normally, she would’ve told a patient that they could say if they thought both were similar, and they’d immediately move on. However, she didn’t mind spending more time with Spencer. She just assumed he was an indecisive person. After the exam, she discovered that his prescription barely changed from his last one.

“We’re putting a rush on your glasses, since they were your only pair and you still want the same frames. You’ll receive a call letting you know in the next couple days when they’re ready,” y/n said as she lead Spencer out of the room back to the main lobby.

“Pretty boy! What took you so long? You said this would only take at most twenty minutes. I’m starving,” Morgan whined before extending his hand to y/n. “Hi there, I’m Derek Morgan, Spencer’s coworker, best friend, and current guide for his blind ass.”

“It was a pleasure to meet both of you, and good luck with your new glasses,” y/n said after shaking Morgan’s hand and giving them, mostly directed at Spencer, a kind smile.

As she turned to walk away, Morgan nudged Spencer. “Um hello, are you really going to let her get away without asking her out? There’s a chance you might not cross paths for a long time.”

“I can’t. I’m not good at that type of stuff like you are,” Spencer sighed, turning to look at y/n one last time. He wanted to remember every detail about her before he leaves.

“How about you just be yourself and ask her out,” Morgan advised. He was not going to let Spencer walk away from this woman. “Hey Doctor y/n!” Morgan yelled, before shoving Spencer towards her. “Spencer here has a question about his uh retinas that he forgot to ask.”

Y/n turned towards her name being called and was met with Spencer stumbling into her arms. As she helped steady him, she felt a blush rise to her face at the sudden close proximity they were in.

“Uh sorry about that,” Spencer apologizes as he steps back. “Ignore what he said. I uh actually came over because um I think you’re very b-beautiful and you i-intrigue me. A-Anyways, I was wondering if you would maybe um like t-to go out to dinner uh sometime. I completely understand if you don’t want to though.”

Y/n smiled at Spencer’s adorable nervousness as he asked her out. She’d been waiting all appointment long for him to ask her. After waiting a couple seconds, pretending to contemplate his invite, y/n slid her card in Spencer’s hand before leaning up to his ear.

“Call me once you can see again.”

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irwen-s · 4 years

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wenrene / hybrid au (bunny!joohyun)

given prompt: in the first few weeks of bringing joohyun home, seungwan has to step out real quick to run an errand while joohyun was sleeping. when she wakes up to an empty house, she hesitantly tries to explore her surroundings, becoming a little more brave with each step bc she has the house to herself. When she spots something that piques her interest, she gets excited, but in her excitement she actually knocks something over and breaks it. Seungwan comes home to a broken item with joohyun nowhere to be seen. When she finds her, joohyun is anxious af. Seungwan is patient and joohyun eventually (but timidly) goes to seungwan and nudges her forehead against Seungwan’s bc this is how bunnies apologize to each other. She doesn’t say a word, her tears are enough for seungwan to understand

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trigger warning: mentions of blood, but not explicit.

when joohyun wakes up, the first thing she becomes aware of is that she’s alone.

cold fear washes over her for a few heavy seconds as she stiffens up in anxiety, but the tension slowly leaves her body once she begins to take notice of her surroundings.

for one, the tv in her room is on and playing at a low volume when she knows it hadn’t been when she’d dozed off. and the blankets she’d gone to bed with tucked loosely over herself are now swaddling her up warmly.

it makes it a little difficult for joohyun to completely disentangle herself from the blankets wrapped around her, even with her small frame wriggling around. she eventually gives up, instead sitting up from the bed with a small, sleepy huff.

her eyes immediately land on a familiar stuffed animal squirrel perched on her nightstand, and the sight makes her smile for the first time since waking. that definitely hadn’t been there when she’d gone to sleep. it makes it obvious who placed it there.

there’s a sheet of paper in the squirrel’s arms with a picture of something. joohyun has to lean back in order for the image to become less blurry for her, but once she does, she sees that it’s a very neatly done sketch of the telephone in the living room. a red circle is drawn around one of the buttons.

slowly, joohyun crawls out of bed, dragging along with her one of the blankets still wrapped around her frame. she takes the paper and the squirrel with her too, hugging the latter to her chest and absentmindedly nosing into its fur, breathing in its soothingly familiar scent as she carefully steps out of her room.

the wooden floors for once feel cold beneath her feet, and joohyun’s ears twitch from under the blanket at how silent the hallway is. she darts her eyes over the rest of the doors near her, notes how they’re all closed. her grip on the stuffed animal tightens.

slowly, hesitantly, joohyun pads down the hallway. the house is eerily silent save for the sounds of her footsteps echoing against the floor.

emerging into the living room, joohyun sighs quietly in relief; the open space is much more preferable, much more homely and inviting even when devoid of people. when she glances toward the corner of the room, the corner of her lips twitch upward upon spotting yet another familiar stuffed animal seated next to the telephone.

there is also a piece of paper in the toy bunny’s arms: a simple, red arrow points down at the same button the first paper has circled. joohyun adds both items to her armload of papers and stuffed animals, nose buried in the bunny’s pelt, before tentatively pressing down on it.

a few beeps from the telephone cause her to startle back a step, but then suddenly a voice is speaking up, and joohyun’s ears perk up in instant recognition.

“hey, hyunnie, this is wannie speaking! if you’re hearing this message it probably means you woke up and followed all the clues into the living room. sorry about that if i scared you, by the way! i just didn’t know how else to tell you this without waking you up. i didn’t want to leave a note either since i wasn’t sure it would be easy to read.

“did you have a nice nap, hyun? you were sleeping so peacefully, i hope you were dreaming about something good. did you know your nose twitches in your sleep? it’s really cute to see, hyunnie.”

at this, joohyun feels her cheeks pinkening. she buries her face further into the stuffed animals in her arms.

“okay, i’m getting too sidetracked. i think you might have noticed already, but mom and dad aren’t home right now, so you’re the only one left in the house at the moment. i had to leave to go buy some stuff for dinner since mom texted me saying she forgot a few things.

“i don’t know what she’s planning on making, but i’m gonna buy some tteokbokki for her to make as an apology for having us all leave you alone at home. but you can get something from the kitchen if you’re hungry, hyunnie. and you know how to call any of us if there’s an emergency.

“i think that’s it. i swear i’ll be back soon, okay? i left around two o’clock, i should be back in about an hour. just sit tight for now. i’ll be home in a bit, hyun.”

the message ends with a click, leaving joohyun standing in the silence of the living room. for a few moments she doesn’t move, breathing absentmindedly into the toy bunny’s fur. her own ears twitch atop her head, peeking out from beneath her blanket and listening for any telltale signs of life in the house. but there’s nothing. she truly is alone.

a weird sort of tingling excitement shoots through her, prickling the tips of her fingers and toes. on the balls of her feet, she slowly swivels around in a circle, taking in her surroundings once again.

the thing is, it’s only been a few weeks since seungwan brought her home here. even as the house has become completely familiar to her, there’s an entirely different feeling in the walls now that there is no one else around. she’s a little scared, but her curiosity to explore is quickly overpowering that.

besides, she thinks, clutching the bunny and squirrel closer to her. she’s not actually that alone after all.

with a little gleeful hop in her step, joohyun begins to pad deeper into the house.

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the front door swings open as seungwan steps inside, bags of groceries gripped in one hand. “hyun, i’m home,” seungwan sings, toeing her shoes off in the doorway. its only after she’s tucked them neatly in the shoe rack and locked the door behind her that she realizes the house is dead silent, and there is no bunny hybrid in sight.

a concerned frown adorns seungwan’s face, but she moves into the kitchen to sort the groceries into the fridge. “maybe she’s still asleep,” seungwan mumbles to herself.

once she’s finished, seungwan steps back into the living room, only to freeze once she spots the mess of broken shards scattered across the floor. she immediately recognizes them as the remains of one of her mom’s prized statues she’d brought back from one of her travels. was it of an elephant? seungwan can’t remember, there’s honestly too many.

her rambling thoughts come to a screeching halt though, once she spots the drops of blood amidst the mess.

“shit,” seungwan hisses in alarm, immediately surging into motion. “joohyun? joohyun!”

panic overtakes her for a few seconds as seungwan calls loudly into the hallways for the missing hybrid, worry climbing in her stomach and causing her insides to twist in fear. her heart hammers loudly in her chest, and her ears roar with a whistling noise.

“joohyun!” seungwan calls again, before she’s cut off by a yelp of surprise as she nearly trips. when she looks down, the blank marble eyes of a stuffed bunny gaze back up at her from the ground. a dark smear of red stains its faux white fur.

all at once, seungwan shudders to a stop, pressing her palms against her thighs to still their trembling. she hadn’t been thinking. she’d forgotten. seungwan swears under her breath, breathing in and out for a few seconds before collecting herself together.

“hyunnie?” seungwan murmurs in a quieter voice as she steps into the hallway. she doesn’t miss the few drops of red scattered across the floorboards, and it makes her swallow heavily with apprehension. “hyun, it’s wannie. i’m sorry for yelling, and i’m sorry if i scared you. i was panicked, since i’m worried. i swear i’m not mad.”

some of the doors are open, leading seungwan to venture joohyun must have been exploring on her own while she’d been gone. she takes a peek into each room regardless, door shut or not. but there’s no sign of joohyun in any of them.

the panic she’s been trying to suppress rises with every empty room she comes across, and it’s after checking joohyun’s room to see no signs of life save for the tv still murmuring at low volume that seungwan finds it harder to breathe.

almost resignedly, seungwan clicks open the door of her own room. “hyun?” she mumbles, voice cracking hopelessly, but then falls silent upon looking at her bed, neatly made and untouched.

quietly, seungwan steps further into the room. the soft thump of her feet against the floorboards is the only sound as she moves closer, but the air crackles with anticipation. seungwan holds her breath.

when she rounds the edge of her bed, her eyes automatically land on the bundle of purple-spotted blanket, hunched near her nightstand.

seungwan lets out a smalls exhale, crouching down nearby. “hyunnie,” she whispers softly, seeing the head of the blanket twitch. “it’s okay, i’m not mad.”

for a moment, everything is still, and seungwan bites her lip nervously. but then she hears a quiet sniffle, before the blanket begins to tremble.

seungwan’s heart breaks.

“hyun,” she coaxes again, voice low and gentle. “hyun, i’m right here. it’s okay, baby.”

slowly, tentatively, the edge of the blanket lifts, and seungwan comes face to face with joohyun’s teary face, her bunny ears drooped and her nose running messily. upon meeting seungwan’s eyes, she begins to cry even harder.

“oh, hyunnie,” seungwan whispers, moving forward to carefully pull joohyun into her arms. joohyun lets out a choked sob but offers no resistance, trembling against seungwan with her face tucked into the side of her neck. seungwan sits down completely, quietly rocking the little bundle in her lap and murmuring soft reassurances, letting joohyun cry it out.

“i’m so sorry for yelling, hyun, i didn’t mean to scare you,” seungwan says softly, rubbing joohyun’s back through the blanket. she hears joohyun hiccup wetly over her shoulder, struggling to breathe, and she reaches a hand up to begin gently rubbing the base of joohyun’s bunny ears where they meet her head. the action immediately causes joohyun to shudder from sensitivity and exhale shakily, slumping bonelessly against seungwan’s chest.

with each light stroke to joohyun’s delicate ears, a wheezing, stuttered gasp leaves her; seungwan doesn’t stop though, and gradually her breathing begins to calm, body tremors lessening. she can feel the little white hairs beneath her fingers quiver at every touch, joohyun’s ears twitching and so visibly responsive, drooping pliantly under her hand.

“that’s it, hyunnie, just relax,” seungwan murmurs gently, soothingly, as joohyun shudders and sighs helplessly into her shoulder, hiccuping every few breaths. “i’ve got you, baby, you’re okay.”

she continues rubbing around the base of joohyun’s ears, occasionally scratching lightly at her head, until joohyun begins to emit a noise between a squeak and a purr, and that’s when seungwan knows she’s reached the state of peak calmness, her frazzled mind now fuzzy with pure sensation. seungwan smiles for the first time since she’s arrived home, relieved.

carefully leaning back, she eases joohyun away from her chest to take a look at her face. her hand falls from joohyun’s ears to cradle her jaw, gently stroking over the tear tracks on her cheek. joohyun’s eyes, half-lidded and glazed over, stare tiredly back at her.

seungwan gives a small, comforting smile, leaning forward until her nose bumps against joohyun’s. a moment later she feels the hybrid nuzzling back with a breathy sigh, her eyes slipping shut.

when seungwan finally pulls away, joohyun reluctantly following, she moves her gaze down to where joohyun’s hands clutch loosely at the hem of her shirt. there’s dried blood splotched along her fingers as well as her clothes, particularly darker patches of red staining the blanket where joohyun must have clutched onto.

seungwan sucks in a quiet breath, tenderly cradling joohyun’s hands in her own. there are cuts along the pads of her fingers, some blood still oozing out of them. “you tried to clean them up,” she whispers in realization, her chest twisting painfully. “oh, hyun.”

joohyun whimpers nervously in response, and seungwan traces her thumb behind the shell of her human ear, cooing softly until her nerves settle down again. gently, seungwan maneuvers the hybrid around in her lap as she continues to inspect joohyun for further injuries. she finds a few cuts along her knees and ankles, which makes her heart ache at the thought of joohyun dragging herself through the house while bleeding and injured.

seungwan reaches over to her nightstand to grab a few tissues. “lets get you cleaned up, okay?” she murmurs, dabbing at joohyun’s cheeks. joohyun only nods against her hand, meekly avoiding her gaze.

she’ll have to do something about that later, seungwan thinks absentmindedly with a frown, seeing the way joohyun keeps ducking her head away. but right now she has to focus on treating those wounds.

“i’m gonna have to pick you up, hyun,” seungwan says apologetically as she cradles joohyun to her chest, still partly bundled up in her blanket. the hybrid reaches for her shirt before quickly yanking her hands back with a small whimper, clutching onto her blanket instead. seungwan gives her a concerned, tender look. “i don’t mind, hyunnie. the bloodstains don’t matter.”

with one arm supporting joohyun’s back and the other beneath her knees, seungwan carefully gets to her feet, and joohyun reflexively grabs onto her with a squeak of fear. seungwan hums soothingly, taking care to move with slow steps as she carries them to the door.

“does it hurt?” seungwan asks quietly as she pads down the hallway. she feels joohyun shake her head against her chest, and seungwan tightens her grip with a little, wry quirk of her lips. “liar.”

joohyun only responds with a breathy noise.

when they reach the restroom, seungwan carefully sets joohyun down on the counter, brushing the hair back from her face with a soft smile. “i know you don’t like voicing your pain,” seungwan says understandingly, “but it’s okay if it hurts, all right?”

joohyun looks back up at her, quiet and seemingly resigned. eventually her gaze shifts to the side with a little nod. seungwan leans in to press a light kiss against her nose. “lets do your legs first.”

she washes her hands, then helps joohyun run her ankles and knees beneath lukewarm water from the sink. joohyun doesn’t make a noise the entire time, but seungwan is pressed close enough against her back to feel her stiffen, hear her breath catching in her throat when seungwan rinses her wounds with soap.

“it stings, baby, i know,” seungwan murmurs against her temple. joohyun doesn’t show any indication to having heard her.

seungwan finally turns the tap off, grabbing a nearby towel to dab at the cuts as they begin to ooze blood again. she feels joohyun lean her head against her shoulder, nosing along the crook of her neck and breathing quietly against her as she presses down on each injury to stop the bleeding.

petroleum jelly follows after, applied carefully with a cotton swab, and then seungwan covers the wounds up with bandaids. she considered using purple ones, but then thought against it and just picked out the plain ones.

“done,” seungwan breathes as she straightens her back, rubbing joohyun’s shoulder soothingly. “fingers next. you’re okay, hyunnie?”

she feels joohyun nod against her neck, but when seungwan tries to pull away to look at her, the hybrid follows her movements to stick close to her.

seungwan sighs fondly, giving joohyun a light scratch behind the ear. “all right then.”

the whole process repeats for joohyun’s hands, and seungwan remains just as attentive and careful, but she’s realizing something is different when a muffled noise manages to escape from where joohyun’s face is buried against her. the cuts on joohyun’s fingers are deeper, more serious, seungwan knows. she tries to move a little faster.

its just after seungwan finishes washing joohyun’s fingers that she feels wetness against neck, making seungwan still with the towel in her hand. “it’s okay, baby,” she murmurs gently, hugging joohyun closer with her other arm. “i know. let it out, it’s okay.”

joohyun sniffles quietly against her neck, nosing along her skin as seungwan carefully dries her fingers. there’s a small hiss when seungwan has to squeeze her thumb when the cut there bleeds more than the others, and seungwan presses a soothing kiss to the top of joohyun’s head, conveying in it all the sympathy that she can.

when seungwan is finished, there are bandaids taped around almost all of joohyun’s fingertips. she breathes a sigh of relief before clutching joohyun’s shoulders and gently pushing. reluctantly, joohyun moves back.

there are tears wetting her cheeks again, of course, but seungwan only smiles softly, doesn’t comment as she grabs a nearby tissue to wipe them away. “my hyun,” seungwan coos. “so strong.”

joohyun closes her eyes, a few more tears slipping out as she exhales shakily. seungwan is about to bend away to get another tissue when joohyun leans forward so that her forehead touches seungwan’s. immediately, seungwan stills.

for a few breaths of silence, the two of them remain pressed against one another, seungwan standing between joohyun’s knees. her eyes are open, gazing with gentle understanding at joohyun’s closed ones, watching another tear slide down her cheek as her lips quiver almost imperceptibly.

“it’s okay,” seungwan murmurs softly, tucking a stray hair behind joohyun’s ear. “there’s nothing to forgive, darling. accidents happen.”

when joohyun finally pulls away, she won’t meet her eyes. instead, she clutches at seungwan’s hands, neatly bandaged fingertips brushing against her own. “thank you,” she whispers hoarsely, voice scratchy and raw.

seungwan pulls joohyun into her arms again, pressing a light kiss to the side of her head. her heart feels warm, content, at ease. “of course, hyunnie.”

#wenrene #wendy #irene #red velvet #mine #hybrid au #hello this is the welcome back gift i offer to everyone who bothers to read my blog #this is very long overdue #to the friend that requested this from me #i hope this is all right!#i went a wee bit off your prompt but ye #sfw

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murfeelee · 4 years

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I have a silly question about your Shima Jinja lot from TSR. Is there a way to place it in-town on a non-water lot and still have the fish spawners show up? I've tried placing it then adding water, which didn't work, or placing water and then trying to place it, which also didn't work. It's a really lovely lot! I hope you and your family are well.

Hi! Omg, thanks so much for checking out my Shima Jinja lot! ^0^

Considering I placed the spawners manually, I’m not surprised they don’t show up in the downloadable version; spawners are buggy AF. So you’ll have to place them in the water manually, too.

I’m publishing this, in case someone out there wants to know how:

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Welcome to Murf’s School of Crap and Crap-Making!

School Motto: Prepare to be tortured! For Science!

Lesson #19: Just Keep S(w)imming! ♪♫♬

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I grabbed the first video that popped up showing how it’s done:

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Basically, in Buy Mode you type the [Shift] + [Ctrl] + [C] buttons to bring up the cheat code text bar. Then type in testingcheatsenabled true.

Then type in buydebug on. , and you’ll notice a new [?] button appear in Buy Mode. Clicking it unlocks all the hidden items in the game, including the gem spawners I discussed in this tutorial, the custom dive lot stuff you need for mermaids in Island Paradise, and of course fish spawners.

(Pics are blurry AF cuz I’m taking them from the youtube video, which is also low res. I don’t have my game open to take my own pics, sorry.)

There are tons of fish options, with severtal fish types packed in different spawners. The TS3 wiki has a list of which fish are found in which spawner. IIRC, the only ones I used in Shima Jinja are the Koi and Dragon Fish types, that come with World Adventures. And maybe the Sea Sludge from Late Night. IDER.

So, yeah, that’s pretty much it. Just plop the spawners down where you want them, and start fishing.

I DO remember that the routing was annoying, cuz sims will stand where they want to fish, rather than where I effing tell them to. >_<

As far as I know, spawners always have issues showing up in downloaded lots. They always act stupid, like if you move or rotate lots that already have spawners, they will all get stuck and duplicate and you end up with fish swimming in the grass -- it’s a buggy mess. But it’s workable, with enough patience for EA’s shenanigans. :P

Happy Simming!

#sims 3 tutorial #sims 3 lots #sims 3 asian #sims 3 world adventures #windermeresimblr

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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BTS Reaction to Recording a Sex Tape

Idk who requested this but man y’all are trying to kill me, it’s been a while back I’m working on them but I need G A T O R A D E

Ya’ll asked for smut and I hope I delivered

Warnings: hoo boy, obvious smut, sex tapes, it’s a sex tape imagine there’s a lot of sex videos, some degradation, collars, choking, public sex, car sex, elevator blowjob, rough sex

Word Count: 2019 words of absolute sin

Namjoon

He’d be against the idea at first

You’d have to talk him into it, because he’s worried about it getting released, you getting found out as his girlfriend, all the scandal it might cause

But like, it won’t take too long to talk him into it, because he’s hard as a rock the second you suggest it

He will never film you with a phone camera or something like that he wants a real camera on a tripod

He’ll want it somewhere standing up, you bent over a chair, a couch, something, so he can play it back later and see every time your ass jiggles

This will be a LONG video, sis

If you’re down he will deadass film you fucking for two hours

He’d want to film something kinky af after he’d watched the first one 200 times on tour

You come in from work and he’s holding a collar and a leash with a sheepish dimpled smile

He’d be lowkey shy about it and tell you again and again you didn’t have to

He’s so soft to you while putting it on, kissing you all over your face

“I love you so fucking much for doing this stupid shit for me, baby”

The second that camera clicks on though?

Total change, eyes all hard, serious face, barking orders, tugging your leash, gently at first and then harder when you moan and he knows you like it

The only phone camera filming he’ll do is of you on your knees with your mouth full, because he will watch that endless times on tour, the way you wink up at him, smiling around his cock, how he uses the leash to jerk your head up and down

After you’ve sucked the soul out of him and he’s panting on the couch he’ll want you cuddled up next to him, take a break, be soft to you again

And then the camera comes back on and it’s all yes sir, no sir or you’re getting punished

He’ll fuck you so hard over the back of a chair you’re afraid it’ll fall over

He’s all praise, though, even when the camera is on, even when he’s calling you a whore

“You look so fucking beautiful with this collar on, baby. You’re such a dirty girl, my pretty little whore, I love you.”

He will be so grateful and sweet for a full week after you let him film it

“You have no idea how much this will help me get through being without you on tour, baby. Thank you so much.”

He’ll sext you while he watches it on tour, too, and the time difference will make it so you’re getting the dirtiest texts while you’re at work or in class, blushing beet red

Seokjin

Jin doesn’t give a FUCK about the potential scandal we know he does what he wants

You don’t have to talk him into it, he probably asks you

The only thing he’d be worried about is if you’re comfortable with it

He’s not kinky but he IS vain so he’ll wanna be in full display on camera

He’ll want you on full display, too, though, he’ll want a combo of phone POV filming so he can film your tits bouncing when you ride him and a tripod set up, possibly with mirrors so he can get every angle

He’s pretty vanilla, so he wouldn’t get kinky like Namjoon

But he would fuck you extra hard on camera

You'll roll your eyes at him at first bc he's very concerned about angles and lighting you're like "this is a sex tape, Seokjin, no one else will ever see it"

But when you watch it you're like, "oh, damn, ok" because look he DOES look amazing

All broad shoulders, that juicy mouth open in a moan

You're shook and maybe you watch it just as much as he does while he's away

He absolutely loves to hear that you're getting off to it while he's gone

"See, I told you princess. It's way better than porn, you get to see your worldwide handsome boyfriend fucking you instead of some spray tanned idiot."

He'll wanna make a dozen of them before a world tour

Will want to watch it with you when he gets back

"Look, right there, that's when you came the second time. Look at yourself, princess, you look so beautiful when you come apart."

Hobi

I get a real exhibitionist vibe from my man Hoseok

He's all for this as soon as you suggest it

"Can we do it right now?"

The first one will be something simple like filming you sucking him off

Seeing you through the camera really does something to him he moans so loud, comes so hard

He'll wanna film something wild the second time, so he'll suggest phone filming you in public

You going down on him in an elevator

Propping the phone on the dashboard and fucking you in backseat of a car

He's so bad at being quiet you're worried you'll get arrested

Nothing fancy about these he's no director, shaky cam and blurred images bc he gets more into the sex itself than filming it

You complain about your face being blurry

"I'm sorry! I was too busy making you scream my name to worry about the camera, babygirl."

He'll always call you when he's watching it on tour if he can

"Guess who's face I'm watching get covered in come right now?"

Speaking of, so much dirty talk sprinkled with praise in these videos

"You're so fucking tight. You take my cock so well, you naughty girl."

Yoongi

He'll agree right away because if you want it, he wants it

He's generous like that

But he'll barely be in the videos

It's all you all the time

He'll film you playing with yourself, film his fingers going in and out of you, closeup on your pussy while he's fucking you

That's all you see in the videos but you do hear his low voice, ordering you around, praising you, and honestly that's all you need

"Come for me, angel. Look at you. My good girl."

He won't admit it but he watches them all the time on tour, especially the ones where your face is in it a lot

Most of them are just you falling apart, him making you a keening mess underneath him, his hand around your throat, thumbing your collarbone

He'll let you film your own version from above while you ride him on the couch though, and it's your favorite, his eyes while he's watching you, his tongue flicking at the corner of his mouth as he bucks up into you, his low groans when he comes

He'd love it if you told him you were watching it to get off, if you called him panting, the sound of it in the background

"Aw, angel, you miss me that much, huh? How many fingers can you fit in that tight cunt, huh? Send me a picture."

Taehyung

The absolute best lighting

Perfect scenario, fucking candles lit and rosepetals and shit what a s a p

Tripod while he's slow dicking you, background music, sweet and sexy

He's all low moans and praise

A big fan of phone filming, but unlike Yoongi he'll let you film him just as much

"Jagi, you'll look so beautiful on camera. Let me film your face, yeah?"

Now, that's the first one

I feel a pretty strong exhibitionist vibe from Tae, for some reason

So subsequent videos will get better, hotter, rougher

He gets off on watching you get off, for sure, so he'd love it if you put on a show for him while the camera was on you, a little striptease, a lapdance while he's sitting in a chair, legs spread wide, tongue repeatedly wetting his lips

He'll watch you and pull out his cock, stroking slow, deep guttural moans, praising you in a hoarse voice

"God, I love it when you tease me, Jagi. You make me so fucking hard. Come closer."

He looks like a literal sex god when you play it back it's almost too much but that's when he gets shy

"Oh, God, no, I want the one of you riding me. I wanna see you, not me."

He'll watch them all the time on tour, when he misses you not just when he's horny because sex is love and love is sex in his eyes

Jimin

Blushing, giggly baby when you suggest it

You'll have to praise him to get him to do it

"But Jiminie, I want to have something for while you're away and you look so handsome when you're fucking me..."

Have I mentioned Jimin is a switch? Two thousand times, you say?

Well anyway, he's a switch from video to video it's wild

One of them he's dirty fucking you while you're on all fours, filming your ass jiggling, pulling out to eat you out from behind, he talks so much

"You taste so good, Jagi, you dirty girl, you're all but begging for my cock. You like how I fuck you, yeah?"

Next video you're riding him and filming his face and he's all pouty mouth open, whiny moans

"Aw, Jagi, don't clench around me like that. You'll make me come too fast...ah... please, let me flip you over. I'll fuck you so good, I promise."

You like to smirk and tell him how good his cock feels while you're on top because he'll throw his head back and moan so loud, cry out your name and buck up underneath you

He looks beautiful when he comes, mouth swollen from kisses, panting, and it's your favorite video in all the world

He will absolutely video chat you with his cock out if you tell him you're watching one of them

"I love it when you think only of me while I'm away, Jagi. You're my good girl, yeah?"

S w i t c h

Jungkook

"No. Absolutely not." Blushing, stubborn when you suggest it

"Don't you think it'd be hot to have a video of you fucking me for when you're away, Kookie? I'll let you do anything you want..."

Tease him a little and he's down he's an eager bunny

The first video will be quick and dirty

But he'll get high-key critical of them when you make more, become a director in the sexiest way possible

"Look right at the camera, babe. Ah, that's it, just like that. I wanna be able to see your eyes when you come, yeah?"

The best angles, honestly, close-ups of your pussy swallowing his cock, the line of your throat when you throw your head back and moan

He'll even worry about the acoustics of the room because he loves your moans, wants to be able to hear every caught breath

He'll set up cameras all over the house so if the mood strikes he can flip it on and fuck you on the kitchen counter

Will criticize his own stroke game after watching it several times

Will definitely improve

"I want to make you come at least three times in the next video, it was only twice in this one."

He will want to get a little kinky in a video, eventually, blindfold you, maybe bind your hands behind your back

He will get less and less shy, though, and his direction will be more giving orders and praise than actual direction

The Dom jumps out, is what I'm saying

Would love to film you while he overstimulated you to the point of near tears if you're down

Won't watch them with you unless you beg in person, shy about it

Loves to watch it on tour, every night with his earbuds in, though

Will demand you tell him if you watch it and if you text him he'll call you and talk you through it

Not shy at all over the phone, voice low and commanding

"Tell me where you want my hands, baby. Tell me how much you want my cock right now."

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Okay so meeting them this time was an unreal experience and I’m shaking. We got to the venue around 5:30 and wasn’t inside until 8:30. Latin men are late, which they were about an hour behind tbh.

It was pouring rain but I made friends with other cncowners and that’s what I love about the fandom. One girl guessed I was a Richard and I’m like, “Damn how’d you know”

I’m gonna skip the nitty gritty like how I was fucking freezing, hungry (I hadn’t eaten much because I felt like I would vomit), and my feet sore because I was in heeled boots.

Also yes, they bought pizza for us but I wasn’t going to eat it in fear of pizza breath and being bloated.

When we got inside the venue, I took my mom, it was an intimate space. There were a bunch of rumors that we had to wear our jackets to take the pictures. But y’all I picked this outfit with the help of @yatusabess so I wasn’t gonna let it go to waste. Luckily, you could’ve left your things on the floor near the exit.

Also no phones. So if they saw you with your phone, you’d be kicked out of the line.

After setting all my stuff down, I had my photo of the basketball game on the ready.

Tóxica was playing on the loud speaker. Like okay, it’s not the best choice of hype song but it’s our boys so we stan.

Then we got closer to the front and Ya Tú Sabes starts playing, which slaps if you don’t listen to the lyrics.

Thankfully I actually know the lyrics.

Then I’m about two people behind from meeting them and the chorus hits so I’m dancing and singing. Ya Tú Sabes has that beat that’s so sensual?? I was just having fun to loosen the nerves.

Their videographer saw me dancing to the chorus and took video.

Then, Chris sees me and we’re kinda dancing together, pointing at each other and swaying our hips to the beat as though we were dancing with each other.

I swear it was like a Y/N moment we write about.

Here’s THE Christopher Velez just five feet away from me and we are matching the beat and not caring who’s watching us. Literally Ya Tú Sabes sounds like a bad bitch song so I’m feeling it and because I’m having fun with it, so is Chris.

Like I said before, thankful that Tóxica just finished playing because I can’t get down to that.

In fact, Chris got so distracted by our small dance party, he forgot he was supposed to be taking a picture with another fan and instead kept his eyes on me as we danced to Ya Tú Sabes.

In my head I’m thinking damn ok can we hit the clubs after this?? I don’t even wanna hook ups with you, I just want to have a good time.

One of the store managers is like “hug the first three, picture, then hug the last two.”

I’m just agreeing with her but highkey no one listens to that.

So now it’s my turn and I go to CHRIS and show him my picture. CHRIS takes the photo and is genuinely trying to recall the memory so I said, “I don’t know if you remember but we took this photo. My ex broke up with me because he saw it and turns out he was cheating on me.”

I was trying to be fast and coherent. When you’re at a M&G you have to utilize every second you have.

Now Chris and Erick are both staring at the photo then at me. Chris’ mouth is hung open trying to process what I said.

Erick takes hold of my right bicep and says, “Wait really?”

I remember this because in order to reply I had to look into those STUNNING JADE eyes!!

So I nodded, “Yes. Really. He BROKE up with me. But he was the one cheating all along.”

I’m so proud of Erick and how far he’s come to be a buy linguini king ✊🏼

Wbk but Erick is really fucking beautiful lol.

But then Alex, their security, is rushing us like “picture, picture” so I go to hug Zabdiel and Richard.

Richard cheek kisses me and hugs me like we’re best friends and he’s like “Hi baby.” Pretty sure the hug was longer than the other boys but that’s because I’m most comfortable with Rich.

Tbh what I remember about Richard was how firm his embrace was and feeling his lips against my cheeks. He was super chill.

I’m not.

I’ll rob a bank for that man.

The boys originally stood in a 5 line formation but none of them were paying attention to their managers or Alex and instead they broke formation to huddle around me and are talking to me.

CHRIS cuts in front of Erick and Zabdiel to ask, “Wait so you found out about him cheating because of us?”

I was prepping for the photo said, “Yeah and I’m so so thankful. You have no idea.”

Richard was all proud and piped up “Oh yeah! I remember that day and about your ex.”

He would remember because I met him in August and spilled everything back then. Rich was so cute when he said that like he was closer to me than the others.

Like we had a secret the others didn’t have.

It was funny to see how they all kinda competed over who remembered me and that game. When really it was probably Richard that recalled me most since I actually sat next to him and talked with him.

Honestly there were too many hands holding my own and lips on my cheeks to remember who did what and where.

But the first picture is taken. I remember a hand being outreached and I placed my own in it and whoever it was, gripped onto me tight. I got the photo and didn’t know I was holding Chris’ hand but damn, I felt loved.

FACTS THE BOYS SMELL WONDERFUL!!!

During the first picture, I really felt like I was on a cloud or something. They were all so soft and I was being surrounded by cozy hoodies and warm bodies.

I was hugging Richard again, he kisses my cheek. Richard consumes me like nobody’s business.

I know Joel said “Wait! I remember that day.”

I feel like Joel really wanted to be a part of the commotion and that was sweet.

Their videographer actually took photo or video of the basketball picture I brought them.

Now it was my mom’s turn for her picture. Her first language is Spanish so she’s talking to the boys in Spanish like it’s no big deal.

I’m standing between Joel and Richard. Richard turns to me like “Honestly, forget that N-word, I told you before.”

And I said “Yeah, I know.”

I appreciate Richard for the fact he’s ALWAYS taken the time to talk to me privately.

Even if it’s just for a moment, a second, Richuki has always made me feel seen and heard.

Back in August, even when they rushed him into the bus, he turned around to me to say “Move onto the next one.”

Then yesterday, as I was standing by him, he turns to me to reaffirm that I’ll be okay.

That I can move on.

My mom is talking in Spanish to Zabdiel and Erick, whom btw were mystified that my mom was speaking Spanish. I was watching Zabdiel’s face and he was tilting his head and nodding at my mom like she’s some sea creature at an aquarium.

My mom says she felt the boys wanted to ask how she knew Spanish but didn’t know how to approach the question.

As my mom is lining up for her picture, I asked Richard, “Can we do a proposal picture because that’s my mom?”

So he’s like “Sure what do you want me to do?”

Richard looked behind him and made sure there was enough room between him and Zab to actually do this photo.

Quickly, he grabs my hand and gets down on one knee.

I love how down he was for it. He didn’t hesitate or question anything, he just got to his knee and took my hands.

If you look at the progression of the photos, it’s my smiling mom totally unaware that her daughter is aboutta get proposed to. Richard is a little blurry because he’s getting on his knee and I look genuinely surprised that it’s happening.

Then my mom sees Richard, the second photo, and maybe it’s finally clicking.

The third photo, of course Richard is sticking his tongue out and my mom is hella shocked she just got a new son-in-law.

Richard said: Her last ex fucked up but it’s okay because she upgraded 😛

It was everything I wanted. I was surrounded by all the men we love, my mom was there, and it was professionally taken!!

Oh and as Richard was getting to his knee, the rest of the band, was making cooing noises.

I remember Joel because he was right next to us, going like “oh woah. Woah. Woah.” Hence why he’s making those 😱 face.

I think he’s the one that gets asked to “propose” most or so I’ve seen from the pictures. That’s why I think for Richuki to do it, the boys support.

Anyways, the boys are doing their typical hoot and holler.

And I’m fucking giddy af. Like pretty sure I blacked out. Just seeing Richuki and feeling his hands hold mine was so unreal.

They snap that photo and I’m absolutely so happy.

My mom says “I was getting ready for the picture and suddenly I see him get on his knees so I’m shocked. I had no idea he was gonna do that.”

Richard and Joel hug and kiss my cheeks again. We say, “bye” again. My mom goes to hug Richard and BYPASSES JOEL but Joel thought she was gonna hug him so I had to nudge her. Then she turns to Joel and they hug, it was actually cute.

Then security cuts off our bracelets and they say, “you should leave the photo for them.”

So I wrote a little note and left it with them.

If any of y’all get to meet them, my biggest advice is to have fun. You get back what you give into the M&G. It’s okay to be nervous but don’t let nerves run your experience. Be honest with them, talk about music, and just remember they’re people too.

Also etiquette, don’t shove your hands down their pants or tongue in their throats. There are some poses that are obviously more comfortable for the boys than others. I know we all want that picture perfect shot but I saw some pictures and the boys weren’t totally themselves.

That kind of discomfort translates into the final shot.

Finally, I wanna always thank the boys for everything they’ve done.

They helped me out of a bad relationship, they’ve given me a whole genre of music that’s extended my music library, and above all they gave me this CNCOwner family, that I couldn’t go a day without being a part of.

I’m eternally grateful for everyone here 😘💕💕

#idkk if anyone cares #but here's a breakdown of my experiences with the m&g yesterday!!!#love you all #cnco #richard camacho #erick brian colon #joel pimentel #zabdiel de jesus #christopher velez

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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What’s wrong? (Tj Hammond) (Pt.2)

PART 1

Characters: Bi!TJ Hammond x Asian!Female!Reader

Summary: You're an overseas worker and is in a relationship with TJ, but people can't seem to accept the differences between you both even by financially and background wise. (PART 2!) (Read part 1 before this? Heehee!)

Warning: VERY Detailed making out but no tickling the pickle. Heehee! Cuss words. ANGST, SAD AND A VERY FURIOUS TJ HAMMOND.

Words: 4700+ (IT'S LONG AF AGAIN. 😂)

A/N: I love Tj Hammond so much? You can certainly see how I love him by reading this? Lmao. GO BE CRAZY WITH YOUR FEEDBACKS, TATER TOTS! Typos and grammatical errors may be a lot because English has only been my second language. 😅 LOTS OF GIFS IN THIS ONE! (Btw, Political Animal's plot has kinda been blurry to me right now because I've watched it last year. So, there maybe some changes if you'll notice if I have some errors about the story. Heehee. 😅 Or maybe not? I have no idea.)

Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS.

Dedicated: @fandomgalcentral

The whole boring but essentially interesting party was finally done. After all that argument you had with a journalist, and Tj being the knight and shining armor to scoot the woman off have ruined your bladder. With a lot of Martinis you took made you a little tipsy, making you all giggly and wanting to pee all the while.

In all honesty, you were kind of smashed. But, not smashed enough to fall on the floor with a pile of barf. No. You should keep your head straight before embarrassing yourself from the Hammond family.

"Teejaaaay," You clung your arm around his waist, hugging your boy friend as he was playing you a song on the piano in which you requested for him to do. He was too engrossed on playing, the relaxing melody making you smile. Your eyes turning into slits when you did and that adorable smile didn't go unnoticed by Tj as he was quick to take a peek as his fingers continued to play. "Teejaaaay,"

The guests weren't around anymore, they all went home and it was only you and him. Probably Nana in the dining room, drowning in more glasses of Margaritas since you could hear glasses clinging from there. You intently watched his fingers move in such a professional manner. He got it in him. Tj got the talent even though he hadn't got to play for months now. It was still in his blood.

"You're one sexy mofo," You suddenly uttered lowly, completely out of your wits, followed by a giggle that made him do a double take. Your eyes squinting on his face, closely staring at your gorgeous boy.

He ceased his fingers from playing. A snort wanting to erupt from your sudden confession. "Aren't you..." He paused, his shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh at you because he knew how emotional you can get when you're drunk. "Is my little noodle buzzed right now?" Tj peered down into your eyes, ever so lovingly. Never forgetting to give you that wild feeling inside your stomach, making the butterflies fly.

"No," Your nose was scrunched from his question. You? Drunk? Never. Was he hallucinating? When does Y/N get drunk? "You're hilarious, Honey." His eyebrow rose from your sudden sweet endearment acompanied with a dash of sweet talking.

Definitely buzzed. He thought inside his mind, clearly noticing the sudden urge of being confident with yourself since you weren't like that all the time. He knew you were conservative, quiet and only sweet to him not to others.

Tj held the end of the piano cover, gently dropping the cover before glancing at you who seemed to be completely confused. "What??" You voiced out your confusion. "That's it? But, I wanted moreee!" Your voice faded, turning softer and more quiet. "Because you seemed to be so happy playing the piano again," you whispered to yourself. "I loooove your smiles,"

To your surprise, Tj caught on to what you said because it wasn't quite quiet as you thought it would. "I've been happy because you've never left me when I needed someone to be with me the most," he stared into your eyes, a lot more tender than he used to. A small smile pulling the ends of his lips that made you coo like you were a crazy mother supporting her son.

"Aww," You actually muttered out loud, pouting up at him and he couldn't help but touch the end of your nose with his fingertip, making himself chuckle from how you scrunched up your nose once again. "Look at chu', Teejaaay. Confessing the love you have for a worthless overseas worker who happened to work in a bakery shop in the morning, and a waitress in a bar when she gets her nightshift--"

Tj held your lips with his finger, shutting you up before you could start your emotional rant that could make his feelings take a turn, the constant heavy feeling for how you were thinking about yourself. He didn't want to hear your extreme critizations about who you are. It pains to hear you say all those words when in fact, you never saw how perfect you are in his eyes.

"I know you're drunk, but don't start and upset me, Y/N." He whispered very lowly, a frown was now visible on his features which made you reciprocate his expression.

You sighed, keeping your eye contact despite of your 'slight' intoxication. Just staring right through him, appreciating the once broken boy in front of you, still in recovery. That soft look in your eyes made him glance at your crusty ass lips that made him break his frown.

Keep in mind to give Y/N those lip balms he uses whenever he goes out. He smiled, slowly caressing your shoulder, down to your arm which made you pout up at him. Resisting the way he looks at you were one of your weaknesses because you never did anyway.

"I swear, if you don't make out with me in front of this piano, I'm--"

His eyes glimmered then turned into small crescents as he chuckled, sounding so heartfelt. "Here I thought you were one conservative lady," He raised a brow, looking and sounding so sassy. Just like your sassy Tj that you love so much.

"Surprise! I'm actually not one right now," You chatted him up nonchalantly, clicking your head to the side with a naughty smirk. "If only you could draw me like one of your french girls while I lay naked on this piano but I'm no French and you're certainly no painter--"

Tj cackled out loud, alarming your intoxicated self as you jumped on the piano seat. "Only my Y/N could drop the weirdest hints to make me french kiss her on this piano,"

Your heart was frantically jumping out of your chest. Was it probably the effect of alcohol? Or maybe it was honestly Tj's damn effect on your whipped self? "I actually said IN FRONT of this piano, but I have no complaints about making out with me on top of this oh-so-sleek piano--" You emphasized, gesturing on the piano in front of you. Tj couldn't help but shake his head from how funny and adoring you were acting tonight.

"Jesus Christ," He mumbled as you heard him chuckle. A small insect that flew on your nose distracted your current state of mind. Blasè from how you naturally slapped your own nose with your own hand, making you groan because it hurt.

Don't think it didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend because it did, and he laughed even more.

"You're such a talkative noodle when you're drunk," To your surprise, you didn't see him stand up from his seat. "Tj--" And he basically captured you in his arms, instantly placing you on top of their piano that made all the heat travel towards your face. What if his mother sees the both of you in that 'thirsty' position? What will she think of you? Not that your mind could muster those things up right now because all its focus is on Tj and his sexy ass self. Nobody else.

"Eeeek! Tj!" You shrieked, shyly covering your lips with your hands, a smile never fading.

"Shut up," He uttered non-chalantly his next words stated as if it was a matter of fact. "That crusty ass lips needs a little dusting anyway,"

Your boyfriend and his sass. Thus, it was your time to raise a brow. "I am offended," He grinned, leaning in close, his cerulean blue eyes turning darker with the mischievous thought that he had in mind. "Preferably with my tongue," Tj added so smoothly before catching your lips with his.

You were currently in a whirlwind, with how Tj was kissing you? He was definitely a pro at it. Creating a world inside your mind that nobody could ever jump in. Just you and Tj. Your own little world.

Tj bit your lip, igniting a purr inside of you that made him grip your hips tight, turning on an imaginary switch that could make him go on and on, dangerously never wanting to stop. He chuckled a very low one once he got to lick your lips, teasing you which made you shuffle your legs and change your current sitting position. Boldly untangling your legs and propelling to have Tj between your thighs, making him oblige with no complaints because he was already used to it. Used to how you like him between your thighs every so often.

The way you tightly tug on his coat could define you as a cat wanting his or her owner for food. Definitely deprived and hungry for what Tj could give.

For you? He'll give you everything you wanted. Even the sun or the moon if he was being unrealistic.

"T-J?" You whispered, talking through his kisses and getting distracted by the sounds it creates from the way he was practically eating your face with closed eyes. Your hands instinctively took his face, keeping himself angled from where you could kiss him affectionately as you can, adding a little bit of tongue as you do even though you weren't quite used to it. Tj didn't mind though because he was quick to lap up your tongue back just like how you did.

Your spine shivered when you felt his fingers cascade on the side of your neck, clasping his fingers on your nape and keeping you there where he wanted. "You're," Peck. "the only," Smooch. "person," Bite. "who," A quiet giggle from the both of you "keeps me," Lick. "sane," Another deep kiss that drugged your kind soul.

A special drug that Tj could only effect you with it.

"The piano," Dougie sounded so done with everything, probably exactly exhausted from their engagement party and seeing his brother making out with his girlfriend certainly added more fatigue to the previous one. "Really, Tj?"

"God, I don't play the piano because you do those stuffs but Nana uses that for fucks sake,"

If it wasn't for Tj who happened to stopped the kisses, you guys wouldn't probably stop because you were too intoxicated and worked up to even know his brother was there. "A cockblocker," Tj backed his head a little, giving you space to breath. You felt him swipe the sides of your lips with his thumbs, erasing the smudge of your nude lipstick, paying no mind that his brother saw him making out with you. "As per usual," Your lover sounded unamused before finally giving his brother the attention he deserved.

"You guys..." Dougie gestured to the both of you before cringing, "were planning to...?" Tj nodded his head, his powdery blue eyes glimmering against the lights with euphoria. Definitely it was because of you.

"Yeah," He cocked his head to the side, playfully squinting his eyes at his brother and still sounding unamused. "Apparently, you're a cockblocker," His lips turn to a grin in which his brother has reciprocated as well. "Continuously giving me blue balls, Doug. You're the best," Tj added with a strong sense of sarcasm.

"Nana's gonna whoop your ass," Dougie chuckled, tugging on the lapels of his coat to flatten it up. "Anyway, mom needs to talk to you,"

You continued to stare at the beautiful man standing in between you with a dreamy glint in your eyes, never cutting off your attention to look at his brother. Heat travelled to your cheeks with your gal bladder twisting in a knot though that didn't stop you from staring at your boyfriend like a high school kid.

"I need to talk to her anyways," Tj informed his brother with a tiny raise of his brow, his attention solely on his brother who walked a foot closer to where you were. "Is it about the dome? did something happen?"

"Nah," Tj shook his head and he could feel you tugging on his shoulder. Slightly shaking to get his attention. "Just something important that I need to talk to her about,"

Dougie nodded, not wanting to dig deeper because apparently Thomas didn't want to tell him the details. He briefly looked at you, and he couldn't help but smile. Entirely amused by how you were asking Tj for help to take you to the bathrooms because you wanted to pee so bad.

"Y/N's drunk." Dougie responded as he watched Tj help you jump down the piano. "Well, that's a first,"

"You didn't need to state to obvious, Doug." Tj muttered with a chuckle. Feeling your arms surround him in a tight hug while humming at the same time. "I wanna pee, I wanna pee," You repeated, sniffing your boyfriend's sweet, masculine, vanilla perfume that you love so much.

"Oh, God. I didn't know she's like this when she's drunk." He tried stopping his giggle when you tried your best to tiptoe and sniff his delectable neck. Humming from how scenty his perfume was. He emitted a snort, jumping as he giggled like a kid as he took his palm to cover your lips. "You're tickling me, sweetheart!"

"Let me peeeeee, Hammondddddd..Or I'm biting you!" You slurred and sounded inaudible. Licking his palm at the same time in which he didn't find it gross and kept covering your lips. "Rawr!"

"God," Dougie facepalmed, keeping himself pretty composed but he couldn't help but still chuckle from your intoxicated state.

"Jesus Christ! Okay! Okay! We're going to take you to the bathrooms and you're gonna have your wondrous pee time," Tj talked you through, his amused eyes staring down at you with a tender smile and glimmer. "Got that, baby?"

You were quick to give him a shaky salute, a giggle never forgetting to travel way past your lips with a wiggle of your brows that made his brother glance at the both of you before spinning on his heels to walk away.

"Sir, yes--!" You hiccupped, giggling in the process with your eyes turning crescents. "--Baby--Sir?"

✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*✧˖*

"Thanks, mom. I really needed that discouragement,"

"Tj, you're being a little too head over heels with this Asian woman--"

"And now you're giving out negative complaints again even when I had a relationship with a man," Tj had his hands on his hips, seeming to appear stupified from all he was hearing from Elaine Hammond. The secretary of the state. A.K.A his mother.

His eyes were bloodshot red, emotions currently in a mess and thoughts were in a haywire. "Do you even consider my happiness, mom?" He answered back, standing a foot away from his mother.

"Tj, honey," Elaine sounded defeated, a loud sigh escaping her lips. "You know I do,"

"Then why do you oppose me of marrying her?!" Her son's animosity kept her mouth shut. What was the problem with his decision? Why was she saying no to his decision even though he was already an adult? Old enough to think through his decisions in life?

Tj couldn't help but chuckle in anger before hastily shifting to rage that made him spit accidental profanities towards his mother. "She's not a fucking congressman who decided to give up on me and those kind of shit!"

"You watch that language young man!" Elaine's eyes wanted to pop out of her eyesockets. They were not having this talk again.."It's just--" His mother stuttered, finding the right words so she wouldn't hurt her precious son. "What I actually wanted to point out is that it's too soon, son." She paused, taking another sigh when she saw him shake his head in disdain.

There had been a second of silence, waiting for her son to talk but Tj kept his mouth shut as he waits for her to finish her sweet scolding. "You're dating her for like," She thought for a second, counting the months that Y/N and Tj were together inside her head. "--a year? this was the first time we've got to talk again in person and this is what you surprise me with?" Elaine had a hint of distress in her voice. "A quick sudden marriage that you wanted to tie her up?"

Tj cut their eye contact. The floor currently more appealing to stare at rather than his unsupportive mother who found this very important decision in his life, very wrong for her. An utter mistake.

"Teejay, honey," She sweet talked, trying to make him feel better. "I...I just don't want the past to repeat itself, you know how it was when you dated Sean,"

Tj had his tongue poking on the insides of his cheeks. One of his defense mechanisms or ways to show that he was on the verge of crying. He puffed out air out of his mouth, entirely distressed from his mother's opposition.

He cleared his throat, emphasizing his words with some simple movements of his hands. Eyes completely irked by how things wouldn't go as planned. "But, she's different mom. She isn't like him. I've been clean for the past year!"

"That's what you said when you dated him back then," She deadpanned, reciprocating his gestures as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Mom," Tj sounded desperate. His eyes completely glossy under the incandescent lights. "I'm downright in love with her," He added, biting his lips as hard as how his mother's way of thinking was unwavered.

Tj choked on his own words, cinching his eyebrows as he added. "--And I've never been this lovestruck with a woman for all my life," her son paused, taking a breather. "I love her too much that it'll hurt if she lets me go,"

Elaine shook her head in disappointment. "And your solution for that fear you feel is to marry the heck out of Y/N?" She spat. "Tj, do you even have a single trust for her?"

Tj couldn't help but groan internally, roughly pulling on the ends of his roots as he stared at his mother, entirely stupefied from how she was taking everything in. "I do, Mom! I do! I'm just scared that it'll happen again," Thomas honestly spoke, voice turning softer from opening a wound that was already healing. Even close to being healed. "Especially with her,"

Elaine was staring at her son with pity. Tj completely looked like a puppy who was in need of an owner, a pup who was deprived from love and care. His mother couldn't help the tears from starting to form because how can she let her once happy son end up that way? How could she?

Was she really a bad mother?

"She's special," Tj added desperately, eyes bloodshot red. "She saved my life," He choked, sniffing to himself as he washed his face with a hand. Pulling the strings of his fragile heart in misery. "Saved me from all the suicide attempts that I wanted to happen," pause. "Saved me from caging inside my fears, insecurities and darkness that was bound to trap me till I couldn't find my way out,"

Tj’s Cerulean eyes were blazing with great dread and cracks that formed his soul. Confessing how he could be weak without this woman in front of his mom was giving him anxiety and hearing himself speak about Y/N was making his image look more delicate than ever. Yet, he gave zero fucks about it because when did his image became important anyways?

"Mom, I know she's the one for me," he croaked, swallowing the tight feeling inside his chest. A drop of warm tear fell on the side of his eyes, but he was quick to wipe it away a little roughly, blaming his soft heart because he was already crying. Again. "I don't give a damn about her ethnicity nor her race. I don't even care if she's rich or not because those things aren't important to me, "

Elaine Hammond got her tongue stuck in her throat as she saw her son in the verge of bawling his eyes out in front of her. There was more to his tears other than the fact that she was disapproving his decision about marriage. "All I care about is how she truly loves me back just the way I love her," Tj continued, voice cracking from his own words.

"Because that's what went wrong with the relationship that I had with Sean. Now, that I got everything in hand," he sighed, controlling the anger, sadness and disappointment all together. "Why would I even let her go?"

Was she really disapproving Tj's decision because she thought it was too soon for the both of them? Or was it because she sees him as her healing son who had his heart up his sleeve? Scared that he would actually break again and he wouldn't get to find the light anymore?

"Tj," Elaine started, shoulders and head straight as she was about to explain herself. "No, mom." her son cut her off, looking completely rigid. "You just don't want her to be a part of this family," Tj harshly spat.

"What's even wrong with her?" he was entirely skeptical at the idea of Y/N not being liked by his very own mother. It was much more dissatisfying when he heard the former president, specifically his father's who came barging in their conversation.

"Everything," Bud intervened and deadpanned, igniting the fire with more gas if that was even possible.

Tj could feel his nerves in a wreck. He was mad, frustrated for the hundred time because of his own family, especially towards his father. "We're not like you, dad! If you're worried because one of us may commit some fucking adultery like what you just did because I couldn't keep it in my pants--!"

"Thomas!" Elaine scolded and didn't let him finish his own sentence. She knew what he was going to say and there was no doubt that her son knew what his father did. It was not like it was a secret because it has been Bud's serious scandal back when he was still the president.

"So, you're teaming up with him now?!" said Tj, thoroughly upset by how their talk went.

"Thomas James Hammond! You are stepping in your boundaries!"

Tj shook his head in disdain, snickering from everything that was happening as of the moment. He faked a smile, a silhouette of another man coming from the kitchen. "Tj--" Dougie started, trying to understand both sides as he was hearing them out in the kitchen. The conversation was turning more heated and he knew if he didn't stop them then it'll get more nasty for the family.

"Even you too, Dougie?" his younger brother uttered, features getting hard and his cerulean eyes piercing through their skins.

"Fuck, this family is perfect!" His feigned laugh echoed through the room.

You were in the comfort room, currently counting the small pimples on your face, scrunching your nose when you've counted more than ten. Definitely not a perfect woman for Thomas James Hammond and your drunk self is pondering why he was still staying with you when he could've had proportioned models or even sons or daughters of known politicians.

Nevertheless, he chose to stay with you. A woman who got nothing but a kind heart to offer.

You were lucky to have him all to yourself.

Hush exchanges and deep discussions started from the living room. You can hear Tj's sexy, sultry rough voice coming from that certain room. As you were walking through the hallway, you've heard him sternly say things about how his family didn't want you to be part of his, like his mother didn't wholeheartedly accept you.

With Bud's words, it was a guarantee that what he said was finally confirmed. He really didn't like you for his son.

Yes, you were lucky. But, not for his family.

"Tj--" Dougie started to explain, but Tj cut him off with a harsh spat.

"No, no, no. No one really gives a shit,"

"Don't even bother coming to The Dome for its one year anniversary, go fucking throw all those invitations away for all I care!" Tj mumbled as he scrambled to his feet, he was completely drowning in his thoughts for you. He needed to find you because the room was beginning to choke him alive. "Even though, you all know how important you are to me,"

You were at the end of the room, hazy, dreary eyes seeing Tj striding across the room to find you. You fiddled with the lapels of his black coat resting on your shoulder. Basically, you looked like a drunk, kicked abandoned puppy who seemed to not be liked by his family.

A hug was all you wanted right now, and by the looks of your furious, teary eyed, healing Hammond, he desperately needs one too.

"Let's go, Y/N." Tj's warm, comforting hand grabbed yours. Roughly tugging you along in your heels. You were struggling in your shoes and by how fast and long his legs were. "T-Tj..Slow down, please?" you stuttered, alcohol running in your veins and it wasn't helping that the world was twirling in a vortex.

He abruptly stopped in front of their door, your forehead hitting his back with a soft thud. Automatically uttering a tender apology towards the latter. Tj spun in his heels, his long, soft, pretty fingers wrapping around your wrist a little too tightly. Probably because of his anger towards everything, yet you weren't complaining because you were too drunk to even retort. You were even numb from the alcohol and from the piercing words that went straight to the heart.

If only it was all but a dream..

"You guys are the fucking best," you heard Tj sarcastically spat towards his family who were shooting daggers at the both of you. They couldn't understand yet. No, not until they wanted to understand where Tj was coming from then they wouldn't get to.

They wouldn't get to because they've never understood him since he was in the white house.

Thomas James Hammond only needed love, understanding and affection. He just wanted to be loved. He has ever been a soft boy.

Y/N Y/L/N came along and gave him what he wanted, yet she wasn't downright accepted.

Just like TJ Hammond, and that was probably why they were good for each other.

Then the door slammed shut, vibrating their stunned souls. Nana revealed herself from the kitchen, a disappointed look on her pretty, aging face. She knew she liked Y/N's pure heart. More so for her grandson because she knew how he was whipped and ready to climb mountains for this woman.

Elaine's mother sipped on her martini, her voice cracking from age as she finally addressed the elephant in the room. "Elaine," she grabbed her daughter's attention. "You won't be getting to save Tj for the second time now because you've just showed how invalid he was. Y/N will." Elaine frowned tightly, trying hard not to roll her eyes as she was trying to process everything at hand.

Margaret huffed as she glanced at Elaine's ex-husband. "As for you, Bud.." She eventually snickered, twirling the glass in her feeble hands with a stressed out tone.

"You're a dick,”

GOSH. I LOVE TJ HAMMOND TOO MUCH. GO LIKE AND REBLOG THIS IF Y’ALL LOVE TJ HAMMOND! Sorry if it’s too long? Hehehe!

XOXO, TATA

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kmseokjins · 5 years

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Wast It On Me (Chapter Two)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / Future OT7 x Reader Warnings: n/a in this chapter Genre: fluffy af Summary: This chapter features rest of the boys, including Mom!Jin and a starving Maknae. (I hope I did the honorifics right in this chapter!)

Notes: Here’s the second chapter since I’ve officially posted the third chapter on AO3.

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“That’s adorable.”

“This means the food is safe, right?”

“Shhh.”

“Makes me wish I was sick…”

“It smells good, I want to eat already.”

“Should we wake her up?”

“I couldn’t tell what it was, what do you think, Hyung?”

“Shhhh!”

“But the food…”

It’s the whispering of voices that rouse you from your sleep. You groan, shifting slightly before nuzzling closer to the warmth of your pillow, content with the familiar scent that you breathe in. Several quick intakes of breath make you furrow your eyebrows in confusion before you slowly blink your eyes open, taking a moment to adjust the blurriness of sleep from your vision.

This isn’t your room.

“Aish! You woke her!”

At the voice, you dart your attention towards the source, eyes widening at the sight of six of the seven members of BTS standing there. They mostly look apologetic, except for the youngest of the group, who has a large grin on his face at seeing that you’re awake. Your brain lazily concludes that he was the one whining about the food.

The thought of the food has you abruptly sitting up, causing the other occupant of the bed to groan and tighten his arm around your waist at the sudden movement. Twisting slightly to look down at him, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you realize that you hadn’t been nuzzling a pillow; you’d been nuzzling Namjoon.

Who was sick!

Thoughts of the food fly out the window as you reach a hand to press against his cheek before pulling the now dry cloth from his forehead to press your hand there. His eyes flutter slightly at the touch, and you smile softly down at him. His skin is still quite warm, but not as hot as it had been earlier.

“How are you feeling, Joonie-bug?” You question him, not quite catching what he mumbles because of the sudden rukus from the end of the bed.

“Joonie-bug!?”

“Joonie-bug?”

“Since when!?”

Oooh noo. You don’t face them to inquire about their reactions, too busy trying to stop your face from turning as red as a tomato as you realize what you’d just called Namjoon, who seems slightly more alert at the familiar voices of his bandmates. A lazy smirk tilts one side of his lips, clearly amused with either your nickname or the heat consuming your cheeks.

“A little better,” He says, evidently repeating what you hadn’t been able to hear moments earlier. You nod, pleased with his answer before you move to slip from his grasp, missing the frown and disappointed look he gives your back at your sudden departure. You turn to point at him, “Stay,” before you slip past your audience, cloth in hand. You can hear hushed whispers as soon as you step out into the hall.

The nearby bathroom is your destination, turning on the faucet to run the cloth underneath the cool water. You wring the cloth to get the excess water out before you’re marching back into Namjoon’s room. None of the boys have moved, watching you return and stop at the side of the bed Namjoon is half laying down on. “Here,” you tell him, placing the folded cloth upon his forehead again, “I have to go check the food, but stay here and rest some more, okay?”

“Yes! It’s edible!”

You ignore the outburst, suppressing the giggle that bubbles in your throat before you turn and head out of the bedroom, flashing a smile at the boys as you pass by them.

You can smell the savory smell of the roast that’s been cooking, and a glance at the nearby clock shows you that it’s been cooking for quite a while. Longer than you thought you would nap for, especially considering all of the boys are home. You had only intended to sleep for an hour or two, but apparently your brain had other ideas.

“Is it ready yet? I’m starving!” The sudden outburst from the maknae makes you tear your gaze from the roast towards the member in question, offering him a smile, “It should almost be done,” you assure him, before turning back towards the food, reaching out to absently grab the pan to remove from the oven.

Without a pan holder.

You realize this seconds too late as you jerk your hand back with a yelp and a hiss, straightening to fix the oven with a look of betrayal before berating yourself for such a dumbass move.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Jungkook had closed the distance between you and him as soon as you yelped and snatched your hand back. He reached for your wrist, peering at the side of your finger and thumb that were slowly starting to turn red.

The sound of several sets of footsteps reached your ears, and you glanced over to see Jin, Yoongi, Tae, Hobi, and Jimin practically sliding around the corner into the kitchen.

“What happened?” Jin is the first to ask, striding over to join you and Jungkook. His eyebrows furrowed in worry at the sight of the red skin on your fingers.

“I accidentally distracted her and she reached for the hot pan with her bare fingers, Hyung,” Jungkook admits, releasing your wrist as Jin reaches to take his place.

Your eyes widen at the youngest member, shaking your head, “It’s not your fault, JK. It was mine for not realizing I hadn’t grabbed a pot holder or towel,” You flex your fingers slightly in Jin’s gentle hold.

“Because of me!”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Ye-,”

“Children, please .”

Muffled snorts come from the remaining members gathered nearby, and you even spot Namjoon hovering just around the corner, one hand holding the cloth to his forehead. You open your mouth to shoo him back to his room, but Jin is tugging you towards the kitchen sink, turning on the faucet for a few seconds before pulling you forwards to stick your hand under the cool water.

You intake a sharp breath, fingers flexing slightly under the cold water as the eldest holds your hand hostage. Movement from the corner of your eye places Jungkook hovering over your left shoulder, fidgeting in place.

“I’m fine, Jin,” You tell the eldest, tugging a little to try to get him to release you, but he holds fast for several more minutes before he turns off the faucet, “Better?” He asks you, loosening his grip on your wrist.

You pull your hand back towards your chest, nodding, “Magic touch,” You smile, stepping carefully to the side as Jin moves away, towards the oven. He actually remembers to grab the pot holders before reaching in and grabbing the roast to place on the counter.

“I can do that!” You tell him, moving forward, but he stops you with a shake of his head. You grumble under your breath, watching him check to see if the roast is done. “Yoongi, Tae? Can you set the table?” You glance over towards the two in question, watching them move to do as asked without a word.

Tearing your gaze from the two setting up the table, you locked eyes with Hobi. Upon realizing you were looking at him, he grinned big and practically bounded over to your side, his arm slipping around you, “You cooked us a meal, Sunflower?”

You can’t help but mirror his infectious grin at the nickname he had come up with months ago. “I wanted to surprise all of you. You’ve been working so hard and I just wanted to do something nice.” Hobi hums with satisfaction at your answer, echoed by the others as well.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Jin’s voice breaks the silence that has fallen, “Namjoon, are you going to join us?”

At the mention of the sick leader, your eyes immediately search him out at the edge of the kitchen. He peers at you before he nods, “I wouldn’t pass it up for anything.” His words make you smile again as Hobi tightens his arm to give you a squeeze before he releases you to follow the others to the set table.

“I saved a chair for you, [Name]!” A hand grips your elbow seconds later, and you allow Jimin to lead you to the table and sit next to him. Hobi takes the seat on your other side, with Namjoon next to him. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Tae take the seats across from you, Hobi, and Jimin, with Jin taking up the last remaining chair by Tae and Jimin.

Jungkook is the first to dig into the food, ignoring the grumbles from the others as he does so. You laugh into your hand as you watch them all start filing their plates. They chatter as they do so, and you find yourself feeling at peace. It was good to be surrounded by your boys. The thought makes you sputter quietly, locking eyes with Yoongi, who had noticed your little episode. You offer him a bright smile, brushing his questioning gaze off by reaching forwards to fill your own plate, pleased that someone had seen the salad in the fridge and set it out.

It’s a comfortable silence as they all start eating until it’s broken several moments later.

“Ifs so goof!”

“What?”

“Did I not teach you manners, Jeon Jungkook!?”

“If soorree, Hfung,”

“You’re still doing it, Maknae.”

“Dish duty!”

“Whaa-”

“By yourself.”

“Nooo!”

#bts #*mine #bts imagine #bts x reader #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fanfic #my writing #ot7 x reader #poly!bts x reader #bts fanfiction #wiom fic

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chrsitophwaltz · 5 years

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MICKEY MEETS FC BAYERN (PART 1/4)

for the entire houston clownery experience click here

psa: excuse my face and the pic qualities. up until this happened i haven’t really taken pictures of myself (less than 10 in the past two years for family and work purposes and NEVER selfies) and when you meet people you’ve only seen on TV in a very unexpected circumstance, then don’t expect your brain and motor functions to work 100%.

okay. i posted part 1 of this a few days ago but i’m gonna redo it again to flush out the details. before i start, know that i arrived in houston wednesday afternoon. my original flight back home was scheduled sunday after the game (i booked my flight and lodgings months before like a good binch) but since bayern clowned again and announced the full detailed schedule really late, and put ALL the major fan stuff on SUNDAY, i grudgingly rebooked and extended one more day. how much that one extra day cost me will haunt me for a while but hey, it was more than worth it! of course, i didn’t know it would work out like that at first...

the hotel reception was around 6:30-7 pm on friday so we went there a few hours earlier to get good spots. met up with The Niko Thirst Gang (big shoutout to @screamingoranges, @saquonbrkley, and @simplyirenic! it was great meeting y’all hope we could do it again sometime) and waited patiently in the houston heat and humidity outside the hotel. finally the team bus arrived and got my shirt signed by boa, fiete, benji, leon, and thomas! made a post about it here and i also have the full reception video if y’all wanna see!

but being the greedy thirsty binch that i am, i wasn’t satisfied at all. thiago and niko weren’t there. the coaching staff were the first to go down and hansi flick, dr. broich, and even Witch Doctor™ müller-wohlfahrt were there, but NOT niko. after the bus left and all the other entourage cars were off, i was about to rage outside the hotel bc i was really banking on seeing niko that day and taking a pic with him there (my blood pressure had been raging for 4 hours and then to be let down just like t h a t...). apparently he and thiago went straight to nrg stadium from the airport for a press conference. and guess what? NRG STADIUM WAS JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY PLACE 💀💀💀

anyway, come saturday and it was game day! i was so pumped since my seat was five rows behind the bayern bench! y’all know what that means: unlimited firsthand access to peak drama!!! i also had this huge ass sign asking for niko’s bottle sdhfsdjfh. the game was great (bc we beat madridies and it was just really exciting all the way) and i saw stuff that we normally don’t get from TV (e.g. ALL the angry niko antics, leon changing into his kit on the bench, etc.) at one point niko finally looked at my direction while drinking from his bottle and i’m pretty sure he saw my sign but he just kept on drinking sultrily from that goddamn bottle sjadhksfksdfdk i hate him!!!!!!!

after the game i was feeling pretty let down and desperate bc i know sunday was the team’s last full day in houston and i didn’t want my extension to be for nothing. the practice session and paulaner bbq were invite-only events (ugh) and the mall meet-and-greets won’t have niko or everyone else in them. so i set my alarm, went to bed, and decided to try my luck by randomly going to the hotel again to see if i can get something. i had no idea if it was gonna work or not. it was a shot in the freaking dark.

sunday morning. 8:30 am. i went out armed with a sharpie, my cardboarded jersey, a pack of gum, and two bottles of water.

my uber drove me to the hotel entrance and i even got the whole five star welcome sjdhfsjdfbjkds

hotel staff: ”hi! welcome to the post oak hotel!”

me: “oh lmao i’m not actually a customer i’m just here to see if the team’s still here. have they left for practice yet?”

hotel staff: “oh no problem at all. they’re still here they just finished breakfast i think”

me: “oh cool i’ll just wait here then”

hotel staff and some guy in a bayern audi fcb tour polo shirt: “it’s so hot here, though. don’t you want to wait inside?”

me:

me: “............i can do that? am i allowed in?”

bayern guy: *shrugs* yeah sure. i’ve seen you around before anyway (nice guy talk for: i know ur stalking them lmao)

just like that.

i’m in. i made it.

u n s u p e r v i s e d. totally no barriers whatsoever. with full blast A/C too!

cue happy lil me, relieved to be out of the houston heat, entering the hotel and chilling in their nice plushy seats. (if y’all have cash to burn, it looks like a real good hotel too if you get to houston sometime). i kept on looking over my shoulder bc i still can’t believe they just let me in like t h a t. i tried to make myself look as harmless and innocent as possible and saw some of the training staff milling around and chatting in german (for a moment i thought i was back in munich it was so surreal). at some point, a very sleepy and very casual javi martinez in slides came up to the reception and i nearly passed out. he looked over at me and i waved and said hi and raised my shirt (signal if he wants to sign). he shook his head no and gestured to reception and i was like “oh sure no problem!” (i was trying not to freak out even if i was sad ok)

i’ve been trying to kill time by screaming here on tumblr until about 10-15 minutes later i heard the huge ass team bus pull up out front. a few moments after that, it all started.

i saw the kitmen carrying stuff to the bus and greeted them “guten morgen!” they were so cheery lmao (idk if it’s bc they just had breakfast or bc i greeted them in german). then i saw dr. broich and hansi flick come out in their training gear (both looking hella tanned sfnsjfjsdfn) and greeted them both again. dr. broich waved, said hi, and went straight to the bus but i was able to flag hansi down for an autograph. in my excitement (he was my first catch of the day!) i forgot to ask for a pic ugh but oh well

me: “thanks hansi! and welcome to bayern!”

hansi: *handing me back my shirt and trying (and failing) to put my sharpie back in its cap* “oh, thanks so much!”

after hansi went on his merry way, i saw dieter nickles (the press conference guy) and asked him for a picture and autograph too.

me: “hi dieter! can i please have a photo and an autograph?”

dieter: “are you sure? i’m not a player...”

me: “haha i know but if it’s all the same to you...”

he seemed pretty chuffed that i knew him and happily signed and took pictures (score #2!)

that was it for a while (they were the early birds) until giovane elber himself came out. i freaked (i love him) and tried to keep my voice from shaking when i asked him for the standard photo and autograph. in my haste, the first was pretty blurry and against the light but giovane, angel that he is, was like “oh no that’s bad. let’s try again” and maneuvered me to another angle. success! i luff u, giovane ;__;

then The Voice of the Allianz Arena himself came out. i semi-shouted “stephan!” and startled him that he nearly dropped his coffee snbfsdbfsdfsb. while he was signing my shirt, i asked him if he could give me a lil soundbite and HE DID! he sounds exactly the same as he does on TV during games omfg

the younglings started to come out too. i missed a few of them because they went out in a group so i was only able to flag down sarpreet and ron. oh well! they cute af! go bayern babies! grow up and save us from clownery!!!!!!

(ignore the pen in my mouth i was multitasking lmao)

after that, the ground started to shake (just kidding) bc Big Uncle Nik was there! after i got his autograph (a very simple N.S. lmaooo) , we tried to take a picture. i say “tried,” because i’m 5′3 (and 1/2....on a good day) and he’s built like a fuckin skyscraper. in the end, since he was so nice and realized it was hopeless, he bent down to my level so we could both fit in the frame sdhfbsdjfsbdfjd COME ON SÜLEEEEE

then Pure Angel Baby Fiete came out! i already got his autograph and had a pic with him in the hotel reception, but hey, one more can’t hurt! lemme tell y’all: he looks like an angel, and IS an angel. he’s always so game for photos and even said thank you after we took the pic and i’m like “um???? no, thank YOU!!!” he laughed and i cried lmaooo

also, javi finally showed up again. i raised my pen and phone and he was like “oh sure! yeah!” my brain was fried from Beautiful Athlete Overload that i forgot NOT to take a pic from that cursed angle. javi looked like he was in a hurry though so i didn’t even try to ask for a better pic. oh well, at least here he looks like he came down from heaven (he really looked like he did huehue)

(tumblr has this stupid 10 photo per post limit thing so stay tuned for more pics in part 2!)

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love-little-lotte · 5 years

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POTO Manila 2019 Experience

I crossed one thing off my bucket list last March 2, 2019.

Finally, finally, finally. I finally got the chance to witness my all-time favorite musical, The Phantom of the Opera, live. Anyone who really knows me knows that I am totally in love with this show.

I first learned about the existence of POTO when I was 10, when I first read an abridged version of the Gaston Leroux novel. Then I watched the 2004 film, starring Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum. Ever since then, I fell in love with the musical. I listened to the Original London Cast, with Michael Crawford, Sarah Brightman, and Steve Barton. I watched the 25th anniversary, with Ramin Karimloo and Sierra Boggess. I streamed countless YouTube videos. I wrote down the lyrics, memorized them by heart, and sang along even though I couldn’t reach the high notes, not for the life of me.

POTO became one of my passions, and (yes it sounds cheesy AF) also helped me become the person who I am today. It’s not my first musical (family friendly The Sound of Music is my first because my mom plays the Julie Andrews movie all the time), but it opened my obsession to musical theatre. Through POTO, I got to learn more about Broadway, theatre, and musicals.

I have my brother to thank for this wonderful experience. This was meant to be a birthday and graduation present all rolled into one. And it’s actually the best present I’ve ever received. Not only did he pay for all of my expenses, he also accompanied me and took my pictures! Shoutout to him for making one of my major dreams come true.

This was taken on our way to the theatre. It was a one-show day, and the play was going to start at 2:30 PM. I heard from my friend (who already saw the previews) told me I should be there as early as possible so I can take a lot of pictures before most of the audience arrive. And since I want to take as many photos as I can, my brother and I left our hotel as early as 12 noon.

I was so excited I even took a photo of the theatre while we were in the car. My heart was pounding the entire time. My head was reeling. I still couldn’t believe I was there. It felt like a dream I had before. And believe me when I say I dreamt a lot for this moment.

When we got closer to the theatre, I saw a big poster just right outside. I gave out an excited squeal. “I got to take a picture of that!” I told my brother.

And so I did.

Before entering, we noticed there was some Phantom stuff just right outside by the entrance. Aside from the make-up closet (which is self-explanatory), I didn’t know what was inside of the rest of the boxes but I still took some photos nonetheless. I still had a lot of energy around this time.

This was by the entrance: some posters of the musical productions that toured in Manila before. (From left to right: Chicago, Singin’ in the Rain, Les Misérables, Wicked, West Side Story, and The Sound of Music)

After entering the building, I saw this amazing backdrop and of course, immediately posed in front of it......

.....only to learn the words “The Phantom of the Opera” were cropped so I told my brother we had to go back so we can take a proper picture again.

And there we go.

We went to the second floor afterwards, which was where the theatre was located. And this was when the “taking of photos” spree began.

Exhibit A: Mask, roses, and candelabras. Yep, that’s the whole show right there.

I’m kind of bummed that they didn’t really have a photoshoot for the World Tour. I mean it’s nice to see Kelly Matheison from the West End cast because she’s adorable and gorgeous, but I would love to see some Meghan Picerno HD posters too.

Don’t mind me, I’m just posing here with the POTO posters.

Exhibit B: Ah love this shiny, sparkly mask. Yes, the pic is sadly a bit blurry.

Exhibit C: My brother told me to go sit down on the floor and pretend to be Christine, but there was no way I’m doing that with that dress. I wanted to put on the cloak and the mask, but decided I should go with the rose instead.

Exhibit D: “Look at yourself in the mirror, I am there inside!” This is my favorite picture, which also refers to my favorite part in the musical.

Exhibit E: Yeah at this point I was running out of poses. Standing and smiling at the camera was getting boring.

Oh, and would you look at this! A production of Cats in November 2019, starring Joanna Ampil! Isn’t that amazing? She’s one of my favorite theatre actresses and I would kill to see her sing Memory live.

Anyway, what’s up with the Philippines and Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals?

Yeah, what is up with Andrew Lloyd Webber and the Philippines? We just can’t get enough of it. I’d definitely want to watch Love Never Dies when it comes to Manila, even though I’m not such a big fan of the story. The music is brilliant, as well as the sets and costumes. Can we please have Meghan Picerno as Christine Daaé in this production once again? (And maybe throw in Jonathan Roxmouth, too, cause people love him so much here.)

At this point, my brother already left me. He went back to the hotel while I sat on one of the couches, waiting for the theatre to let the audience in. I took a selfie with the brochure. I thought we were all given a program for free, but it turns out you still have to buy them in the gift shop.

Yay! I’m finally inside. I was in the second row, which was very thrilling, especially since the chandelier was really close to me. I couldn’t wait for it to fall down at the end of Act 1!

Sadly, this is the only picture I had inside the theatre. I was so busy taking it all in that I forgot to take a selfie or something. I still couldn’t believe I was there.

I cried as soon as the overture began to play. There are three possible reasons why I did so: one, I can’t believe I’m really here; two, the music was so beautiful, and three, the light from the chandelier made my eyes hurt lol. But, whatever the reason was, I assure you, there were some tears.

My first genuine cry was during The Mirror scene, when the Phantom showed himself in the mirror. It’s just a super iconic scene, and truly one of my favorites.

But the major highlight for me was Masquerade. Sure, I was expecting myself to cry during All I Ask of You (Reprise) or the Final Lair, but Masquerade overwhelmed me. The costumes were amazing up close! I’ve mentioned a lot of times before that POTO costumes are my favorite things ever. The intricately-designed Elissa dress, the fan-favorite Wishing dress, the iconic white robe, and of course, my personal favorite Aminta dress.

But the costumes during Masquerade was the highlight. I didn’t know where to look because I want to take it all in! The ensemble were great, too, and there was just a big fat stupid grin on my face the whole time.

You know, live theatre isn’t that perfect. I can hear the whirring of the machines as they change the backdrop and their heels clicking loudly onstage. I see them spit at each other’s faces. But damn it, it was beautiful. It’s raw and real, which is what theatre is all about.

Sorry for the bad angle haha. This was the cast I saw my first POTO production and I’m eternally grateful at them for giving me a performance to remember. I was just so excited to see that I’m going to watch Jonathan Roxmouth and Meghan Picerno! I’ve seen a lot of videos of them rehearsing, and they both sounded heavenly. I was grinning from ear-to-ear.

Jonathan Roxmouth didn’t fail me. His voice was soft and angelic, and he truly embodied the Angel of Music. I got chills during The Mirror scene, as soon as he sang the words, “Insolent boy!” His Music of the Night was a spectacle, and his height difference with Meghan Picerno also helped. I don’t know why, but I really love it when the Phantom’s a great taller than Christine. Meghan only reached Jonathan’s chest, so their iconic “hug” scene during MoTN looked really good. He also glanced at me during All I Ask of You (Reprise) as he sang the words, “You will curse the day you did not do, all that the Phantom asked of you!” So that truly “made my night.”

Jonathan also scared the crap out of me during the Final Lair. He was truly menacing and just plain scary. I love scary Phantoms, and he definitely delivered! When he said the line, “You try my patience! Make your choice”, he put his face really close to Meghan, and I could definitely see him seethe angrily at her.

But he gained my sympathy in the last part when he started singing Masquerade to the music box. At that point, I was crying my eyes out already. I hope the people in my row didn’t judge me too harshly! No matter how many times I’ve seen POTO, I always cry during the Masquerade reprise.

On a side note, Jonathan’s really adorable in the curtain call. He made a Korean heart sign just after he bowed. Korean culture is really popular in the Philippines for some reason, and he earned a lot of laughs and claps from the audience when he did so.

Meghan Picerno, on the other hand, was the sweetest and sympathetic Christine ever. Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch since she’s the first Christine I saw live, and I’m a bit biased. Her crystal-clear vocals also didn’t fail. I’ve seen videos of her in Love Never Dies, and she was amazing there. Her Think of Me was just so pure, and her Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again made me teary eyed.

Meghan carried herself well. Not only was she a darling and innocent Christine, but she was also a fierce one too. During the Final Lair, when she said the words, “This haunted face holds no horror for me now, it’s in your soul that the true distortion lies”, her expression was not scared or anything. I just love that she could project a lot of emotions from Christine, and not only stick to one.

She also shared good chemistry with Jonathan Roxmouth, especially during The Point of No Return. The sexual tension between the Phantom and Christine was undeniable. The way they touched each other, even caressed each other in that scene was so, so, so good. It’s definitely one of the main highlights of the show for me.

And, of course, Matt Leisy was a darling Raoul. Just like his co-stars, his vocals were heavenly. His All I Ask of You is plain sweet. The way he hugged and twirled Christine at the end part of the song was also a major highlight for me. Also, he was very attentive to Christine, and he was protective of her - some important qualities that Raoul should have. In the Il Muto scene, when Christine started getting nervous that the Phantom was watching over her, I can’t help looking at Matt because he was so undeniably concerned and protective of her. And during Twisted Every Way, he was demanding, but at the same time, very considering.

Matt also worked well alongside Meghan. They balance well with each other. As a matter of fact, the three of them are great together. It’s obvious that they’re comfortable with each other onstage. The Final Lair was so thrilling, and it’s all thanks to them. I’m so happy that they get to be my first POTO Big 3.

Overall, the ensemble was great! I love them so much, and I’m extremely honored that I had them as my first ever POTO cast.

Also, bought two souvenirs from the gift shop! A really cute necklace (which costs 1,500 PHP/28.75 USD) and a tote bag (800 PHP/15.33 USD). I wanted to buy the charm bracelet, too, but I feel like I’m going to have more fun with the necklace, compared to it.

And there you have it! This was an extremely long post, but I want to immortalize my first POTO experience. I’m still in cloud nine, even though it has been almost three days now. It’s truly an experience I will never forget.

#phantom of the opera #poto manila #poto world tour #jonathan roxmouth #meghan picerno #matt leisy #phantom #christine daae #raoul vicomte de chagny #the theatre at solaire #andrew lloyd webber #musical #musical theatre #personal

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clubdolan · 6 years

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awe hiding-your-face hug with gray

I got VERY carried away with this but it’s cute and fluffy AF.

Grayson and Ethan had been in Australia for a month on tour, vacationing, doing interviews, photo shoots, you name it. Haiden had been in LA, going to class, working her internship, and finding random nannying jobs to make money.

She missed Grayson. She missed staying at his house instead of her school apartment. She missed late night ice cream runs to the one 24 hour dessert place down the road. She missed going to the warehouse to workout… well she missed Grayson making her come to the warehouse while he worked out. She missed meeting him for lunch between her classes and his filming. She missed his hugs, his hands, stealing his clothes; she missed HIM.

Her small desk calendar with hand written numbers, counted down the days till his return. He had sent her pictures of the water fall they were at and the beach and the skate park and his view from his hotel room. He facetimed her and let her complain about her internship and brag about the homemade donuts she had made the day before.

Haiden tapped her pencil on her notes from class, looking at the number three on her calendar as if she stared at it long enough it would change. The first two weeks she had kept her self busy so she didn’t recognize he was really gone. The third week it was hitting her, she texted him more, called him more, facetimed him more, and definitely thought she couldn’t make it another week.

It was the fourth week now. She gave up on her homework and went to her kitchen to grab her secret stash of chocolate chip cookies and wine. She sat in her bed in one of Grayson’s hoodies and ate a cookie and sipped on wine while looking at her album of pictures of them together. She had reached an all time low.

While she scrolled her phone rang, slightly scaring her.

GRAY💕 would like to FaceTime

“No, no, no, no…” She mumbled to herself, pulling up the hood over her messy hair and using the sleeves to wipe of her cheeks from where she might have been crying.

She swiped to answer it, aiming it at the ceiling as she wiped her cheeks off more. “Hold on…”

“I just wanted to call and tell you goodnight.” Grayson said, trying to figure out the blurry images of her blanket and the wall next to her as she moved around. “Where are you? I wanna see your face.”

“I’m here, eating cookies.” Haiden pulled the camera up, her side table lamp barely lit up her room and her on the screen. She fake smiled and help up the bag of cookies. “I gave up on homework.”

“Have you been crying?”

“No.” She gave him a weird look, as if it were crazy of him to assume she had been. Red, puffy eyes and all.

“Put me closer to your face.”

“Gray, seri–

“Haiden, do it.” He demanded and she slowly pulled her phone closer. “Your eyes are red, you–”

“So I’ve been crying, homework is hard and my internship is frustrating.”

“If it was your homework you’d still be working on it no matter how hard it was.” He proved a point, knowing her for too long. “What else is bothering you? Is it your dad again? Did he call–”

“You.” She mumbled, holding back tears. Her eyes stung and her chest felt crushed. “I miss you.”

“Oh god, babe. Don’t cry, please? I hate seeing you cry. I’ll be back in three days and I’ll come straight to you, no matter where you are.”

“The next two days I just have class from eight to noon. The day you get back I have my internship till four.” She mumbled.

“So I’ll meet you at four, right at the door of the office. I’m taking you to dinner and dessert and you can come back with me to our house and we can do whatever, I promise.”

She couldn’t talk, if she did she would break.

“Hai, I promise, you can even meet me at the airport if you want to leave your internship. You’ve made it this long–

“It’s been too long. You’re my best friend, I miss just being around you or knowing you’re near.” She mumbled into her sleeve before wiping off her cheeks. “I’m pathetic, I know.” She laughed to herself a little bit, “That’s why I was crying and eating cookies and drinking wine alone in the dark.”

“In my sweatshirt I’ve been looking for.” He smirked, watching her pull the strings tighter around her head.

“I just want a hug and then you can go back to Australia, okay? There’s a new rule where I can’t go more than ten days without hugging you.”

“I’m fine with that rule– hold on, E.” He sighed as someone knocked on his door. Haiden began crying again, knowing he had to hang up soon. “Babe, come on, don’t cry. I can’t hang up on you when you’re crying.” He unlocked the door, “Unlimited hang out time when I get back, promise.”

“Hi Haiden!” Ethan yelled, diving his face in front of the camera.

“Hai, please answer me.” Grayson begged, watching her sit still on screen. “We’re meeting some people for lunch or I’d keep talking to you, text me, okay.”

“Ubers here.” Ethan whispered.

Haiden nodded, “Bye.”

“I miss you so much, Hai. I love you, okay? You know I do. I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long.” Haiden kept nodding, “I’ll call you when it’s morning for you, okay? Haiden please answer me, stop nodding.”

“That’s fine, bye.” She hung up the phone, tossing it on her bed before crying herself to sleep. She was already sad that he was gone and now she was mad at herself for making him feel bad.

Half way across the world Grayson shoved his phone in his pocket and followed Ethan downstairs.

“Bro, what’s up? What’s going on with Haiden?”

“She’s just, she misses me, it’s been so long. I forget that we’re distracted doing stuff and keeping busy but she’s working her ass off at school and interning and little jobs and doesn’t give herself a break until I usually make her.”

“I’m glad Kaya has a job like us so she was able to visit. I don’t know how you two do it, four weeks is way too long.” Ethan led him to the Uber.

“I told her I would fly her out here for a few days and she couldn’t. If she doesn’t have internship she’s at class in the morning. She has no days off. This is her last semester though so hopefully we can find some type of normal after she graduates.” He leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, “I feel so bad, I just want to go there now. Why did we add an extra week? Why were we worried about saving money and flying out when it was cheaper? Why didn’t I think of her?”

“Dude, you’re another zone, I’ve never seen you like this.”

“E, I love her. I really love her.”

“I know you do. I know she’s different.” He said, hating to sound cliche, “I know you’ve been missing her, you’ve alternated your background to different pictures of her all week, you both are always facetiming, you know her schedule better than ours, and you keep buying her stuff because it ‘reminds you of her’ which I have never heard you say.”

“I’m gunna marry her.” Grayson sat up quick, “I’m going to marry, Haiden. Haiden Dolan. My wife, Haiden. Haiden Gianna Dolan.”

“My sister-in-law, Haiden.” Ethan said, nodding his head. “Sounds fine to me. She’s cool.”

“Hey, driver.” Grayson leaned up between the seats, “Can you take me back to the hotel?”

“We’re at the restaurant.” Ethan pointed out the window.

“I’m going back to the hotel, packing, and getting back to LA.” He said, starting to look up flights on his phone.

Ethan stayed with their friends in Australia.

Grayson spent $1,500 on a flight back to LA.

He left at 2pm on a Monday in Australia and arrived in LA at 4pm on Monday. (I did quick math and looking it up so just deal with the times okay! lololol)

He had texted Haiden a few times, asking about her class for the day and she had said she was spending time in the library or the cafe before going home. Haiden’s plans were to postmates Chipotle and watch The Bachelorette and The Bachelorette After Show.

His suitcase sat next to him in the uber and watching the ‘time to destination’ was the only thing distracting him as they drove through downtown LA.

He must have zoned out because the driver made him jump when he said they had arrived. Grayson was so tired that just getting to her building made him happy knowing he was close to a bed, or even a couch; even happier he was closer to Haiden.

He gave her a quick text, asking what she was up to. Nothing out of the normal so she quickly responded.

Haiden: I think my eyes are bleeding from reading so much and my left foot is numb from sitting on it too long and I have purple pen marks smudged on my hand from taking so many notes.

Grayson: Then stop! haha You deserve a break. It’s your day off.

Haiden: I’ll stop soon. I have two pages left to take notes on. Stop texting me, go hang with your friends. :)

So he stopped.

He put his phone in his pocket, entered the door code for her apartment, and patiently waited on an elevator to go to the 4th floor. Her apartment was down a hall at the end, perfect view over LA, perks of knowing the owner of the complex.

Grayson knocked on her door a few times, standing to the side of the peep hole so she couldn’t see him. He heard foot steps go down her loft stairs before getting louder as they made their way towards the door.

One lock clicked.

The second lock clicked.

The knob slowly turned.

“Nooooooooooooooooo.” She spit out, covering her face and backing up, “No you didn’t. No. Nooo.”

He pushed his luggage in the door, letting it roll until it stopped. “But I did.”

“Grayson.” She sounded mad, “You’re supposed to be in Australia.”

“But I wanted to be here with you.” He grinned, finally getting a hold of her. His arms wrapped around her tiny frame, she hid her head in his t-shirt and he felt her little hands grip onto his waist.

He felt her catch her breath and pushed her back, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He slightly laughed, wiping off her cheek with his thumb. He finally got a good look at her.

Her blonde hair was tied up somehow, sitting messy on top of her head. Her legs stuck out from a small pair of red work out shorts and she had on a faded t shirt she had cut into a crop top. Even her reading glasses were sitting on top of her head and he noticed the purple pen smudges on her hand.

“You’re here.” She grabbed his waist and pulled herself into him again, wiggling her body around in excitement, continuing to cry. “You smell like you.”

“Thank you?” He laughed, squeezing his arms around her before picking her up. He held her up like it was nothing, she wrapped her legs around his waist and continued squeezing herself as close as she could to him.

Haiden’s tears fell on his neck, he heard her breathing in his ear, her hair tickled the side of his face and all he could do was smile. “I love you, so much.” He mumbled into her neck, swaying slightly back and forth.

She sat back, he caught her by her bottom and she continued to hold around his neck. “What?” He questioned, watching her look at him.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” She whispered, leaning her head towards his, touching their noses together. “But you’re here.”

“I wanted to come home.”

“But you’re at my apartment.” She pointed out.

“You’re my home, Haiden.” He whispered, “I hated being gone. I hated not being with you. I wanted to tell you everything. I wanted you to be there. I wanted to be here.“ He explained, looking up to see her eyes closed and a tear falling from one. “Since the day I met you, you’ve made me smile. You make me a better person. You are the first person to… give me butterflies when I look at you.” He nervously laughed, “You continue to give me butterflies and make me happy and make me excited and I think, I think that’s what home is.”

She leaned back and opened her mouth to talk but stopped because she was holding back tears. He felt her take a deep breath, “You’re my home too.” She choked out, “Never leave me that long again, okay?”

“I promise.” He smiled, leaning into kiss her.

#me #mine #grayson #g #grayson dolan #fluffy #dolan twins #cute #fanfic #imagine #dolan #answer #hug #LOVELY

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joonsgalaxy · 6 years

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you know how to make a boy feel warm

Pairing: Woozi/Jihoon x Reader

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers AU, (soft)badboy!Jihoon

Word count: 4,3 k

Warnings: mentions of blood

Prompt: “Wha-what are you doing in my apartment?!” “Testing your security, which is absolutely horrible considering it’s 2 AM and your door was unlocked. You should also invest in an alarm if you don’t want psychopaths breaking in.” “You mean like you?” “My sanity is fine, unlike yours, you unsafe idiot.”

Author’s note: i’m multifandom af, and woozi owns a huge part of my heart so here you go :>

'Ouch! Fuck…'

This wasn't the greatest moment of Jihoon's life, he was aware of that, but, frankly, he would pick bumping his knee into a leg of your table over getting beaten up until all he could see was red any day.

It was fairly dark in your kitchen; only the faint light of the Moon was cutting through the window as Jihoon tried to get adjusted to make out the edges of furniture, for he couldn't afford himself another loud mistake. One of his palms landed on the surface of your counter, fingers of the other hand clutching the handle of your drawer. As slowly as possible and as quietly as he could manage he pulled the drawer toward his slumped form to reveal its shadowed contents. While he was rummaging through the stuff, looking for a certain one-a first aid kit, or at least a band-aid, something like that, anything like that-he felt a sharp and deep twinge somewhere above his right temple. It was the adrenaline diminishing its delicious amounts in his blood stream, he figured, and his brains finally receiving the signals of his nerves that something's wrong. He didn’t feel it while running here, his mind was just too fizzy for that. Good thing he at least managed to regain his composure after the hit to slip out of the fight right when his opponents got distracted by the booming sound in the distance. It had to be his lucky day-or rather night-for he was sure he’d be lying on the pavement now with a blurry sight of the three men’s feet sauntering away from him.

His fingers moved deliberately, silently. Ha, just imagine you jolting awake because of this, finding him riffling through your drawer in the middle of the night. Oh, what a crazy life he was living, full of risks and hazard-the things that made him feel truly alive.

He felt warm there, too warm actually. His thick jacket was practically suffocating him as the tiny flakes of snow hovered in the still air behind your kitchen window. A heavy sigh slipped from between his tingling lips, the left corner of the lower one sore and tasting like coins. Where’s the damned band-aid package?

‘I have a gun.’

Jihoon’s ears perked up at that; the voice was shaky, yet he could hear forced determination in it. His digits halted immediately, fingertips stopping at some hard, round object-a duct-tape? Anyway, who cares? You’re there, and you’re awake, and… you have a gun?

‘A-And I called the police.’

Jihoon’s eyes widened, heart pace quickening until it started pounding in his ears. He turned around, hastily, which wasn’t the best decision if you think about it, but he didn’t give much thought to it as he exclaimed, ‘You did what?’

The shadow silhouette in the doorframe, which he figured was you, didn’t move, simply stood there in silence until Jihoon began to wonder if it all was just some kind of an elaborate hallucination. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, his continuous thoughts of you finally driving him insane to a point where he sees you in the void shadows casted by the moonlight, hears your voice in the silence of the dancing snowflakes on the other side of the window, picks up the words supposedly uttered by you in the friction of his jacket when he moves. Whatever it was-his imagination, or the actual reality-he heard it again, except it was a whisper this time, holding some confusion, irritation and certainly at least some fear within itself.

‘The fuck…?’

It had to be you, the real you. No way in this universe could his mind conjure up such softness of your whisper like that. God, even such a hellish word sounds angelic when coming from your lips; they must be delicate like feathers of the majestic wings that angels cherish so much, and there’s nothing else that he wants more than to be lucky enough to know how they would feel against his skin.

‘It’s me,’ he uttered and added, just in case, ‘Jihoon.’

A second of more silence later, he heard the shuffling of your feet, the fluffy socks (that you loved to sleep with in the winter) against the hard floor. He observed your shape moving a couple of steps by the wall and then-

Click.

The sudden brightness was too much for Jihoon’s eyes; he blinked a few times, squinting, trying to adjust to the change, your illuminated frame coming into his sight. Dishevelled hair, sleepy yet wide in shock eyes, baby blue pyjamas with tiny red tomatoes-or apples, it was hard to tell-and red woolly socks that complimented the fruits scattered in the sky blue, oh and a hairbrush tightly clutched in one hand, not in a threatening way, though.

‘Wha-what are you doing in my apartment?’

Why do you have to look so pretty?

‘Testing your security,’ Jihoon began explaining his lame justification for being there, trying to appear unaffected, that was a hell of a challenge, though, what with all the warmth caged between his winter jacket and his flaming body, and with your eyes staring at him, wide and deep like oceans that a man could slip into with no way out. ‘Which is absolutely horrible, considering it’s 2 AM and your door was unlocked. You should also invest in an alarm if you don’t want psychopaths breaking in.’

Your mouth fell open at the mention of unlocked door and stayed agape until it was your time to speak, to retort with growing confidence. ‘You mean like you?’

‘My sanity is fine,’ Jihoon declared, unzipping his jacket, ‘Unlike yours, you unsafe idiot.’ The thought of someone actually breaking into your apartment made his stomach sink; he made a mental note to himself to check up on you more often. ‘And is that your gun?’ He gestured toward the hairbrush, which could probably do some damage to intruder’s skull if you knew how to properly use it in such case, but he doubted you took a class of How To Knock Out A Burglar With Things You Find On Your Nightstand. Yet again Jihoon made a mental note to teach you how to fight, or more precisely defend yourself.

You glance down at the hairbrush, pursing your lips and stepping to the table to place the brush down. ‘Well, that’s all I could grab before rushing here to see who the fuck is ruffling through my stuff.’ Your hand came up on your hip and your words were laced with obvious accusation, which hit him with the realization that once again he fucked up.

‘I’m sorry.’

You heaved a sigh, the one of I’m-kinda-used-to-it-by-now-I-guess, which squeezed Jihoon’s heart. He truly did feel remorse, albeit he perhaps never knew how to properly convey it. But wait…

‘Did you actually call the police?’

He watched you shake your head, your lips curving into a taunting smile, and the little sound you made as a ‘no’ was way too adorable for Jihoon’s sake. Then your eyes narrowed at him, ‘Do I need to, though?’

It was his time to shake his head, ‘No, I’ll just leave.’

‘You’re bleeding.’

‘Am I?’ He thought you had enough of a trouble already, and he didn’t want to burden you with all his messed up shit. He could only hope not to run into those choleric guys on the way home.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance of him making a show of being clueless. ‘You think I don’t know what you were looking for in that drawer?’ Your brow arched questioningly, accusingly, and Jihoon couldn’t help but shift from one foot to another, feeling rather abashed.

‘It’s in the second one,’ he heard you state, exasperation in your tone. He then watched you step toward him, flippantly pushing his body away from the counter with uninterested expression on your face. He observed your next movements right beside you, your supple fingers opening the drawer, carefully flicking through plastic bags, scissors, some notes and other random shit that people keep in their kitchen drawers; why do they do that? Are they saving stuff for after the apocalypse swipes all the plastic bags off the planet? Well, except the ones in your drawer, of course. They might be valuable when the zombie infection spreads throughout the Earth, right?

Anyway, who cares about any of that when you’re so fucking close to Jihoon? The marvellous scent of your shampoo, or perfume, or some fancy pillow case mist-or whatever the hell it might had been-punched his senses and honestly the blow he’d taken to his skull that night couldn’t even compare to what this scent did to him; the haze that blinded his mind during the fight came nowhere close to the dizziness he felt right now, inhaling the magic of you that was an absolute winner, a total killer.

He wondered if you’d catch him if he stumbled and fell right that moment, in your kitchen at 2 something in the morning. He could tell you it’s the wound’s fault, he could say he got into a fight with three guys and it was just a tad bit too much for his body, plus he hadn’t eaten much that day.

Anyway, what do we have here? Oh, you’re not wearing a bra? Of course, you’re not; it’s night time, you were sleeping.

Wow, okay; he had survived lots of fights, even the smell of you hypnotizing his weak mind, but this… he was sure, this would definitely make his heart burst like the little pathetic thing that it was.

The deep breath that he took didn’t fucking help, when all he could sense was you, all he saw was you and all he could think about was you.

Oh, wait, it’s definitely tomatoes on your pyjamas, not apples.

Fuck, stop staring. Focus, Jihoon.

He gulped, hoping to swallow down the thoughts, that weren’t exactly innocuous, then again they only accelerated when you turned to face him, your hand in the air between your bodies, fingers gripping some cotton pads and the tiny package of band-aids, which if Jihoon had paid enough attention he would have noticed were vibrant yellow with some animation characters chasing each other on them, yet he fixated his gaze on the floor. This was so freaking silly; how old he was? Fourteen? The extreme warmth he felt inside that stupid, thick jacket and the blazing embarrassment itching his cheeks as you gazed at him with those beautiful, stunning eyes were just too much. He attempted to get rid of the feeling by jutting out his lower lip to blow upwards, the fringe on his brow fluttering in the process. That gave him little to no comfort, and upon hearing your voice his eyes snapped up to yours.

‘Take off that jacket, if you don’t want to end up on my Christmas dinner table.’

He managed a chuckle, sighing inwardly, finding some serenity in your casual tone.

He eased the jacket off himself as you filled a glass with water, handing it to him after.

‘Thanks.’

‘To the living room.’ You motioned with a jerk of your head and strolled toward the destination.

Jihoon draped his jacket over a chair in the kitchen and followed your cute figure adorned with the adorable pyjamas, which he was certain would be the death of him, and that sounds fucking odd, yet he couldn’t help but sip from the glass to revitalize his sanity.

He found your living room tidy and clean like the usual, save for the few candy wrappers on the coffee table in front of the couch, which you were patting with your hand, beckoning him over to take a seat near you. He did just that, like a man hypnotized, which wasn’t entirely a lie, the closeness of your eyes and your… whole body had him breathless.

‘Since I don’t have any alcohol, or anything like that,’ you explained, taking the glass of water from his grasp, fingers grazing over his, ‘This’ll do.’

Jihoon watched you dip a cotton pad into the water and then reaching up to gently wipe at his cheekbone, where the blood had trickled down from the wound; he wondered how in the hell it wasn’t gushing out of the damaged flesh anymore while it was rushing through his body at such intense force and speed now.

It was fascinating to watch you like that, all concentrated, brows knitted together, focused on your tender touch as it was inching toward the wound itself. He adored the way you tucked your lip between your teeth, the lovely tint deepening into an even more captivating one. He was so enthralled by your presence that he scarcely noticed the lack of damp cotton on his skin, but when he eventually did he shifted his gaze toward your eyes and found them already fixated on his. A wave of heat surged throughout his cheeks, chest and arms; he got caught staring and now all he could do was pull his eyes toward the Christmas tree behind you.

You resumed lightly stroking his skin, nearing the edge of the wound, and when he felt a sharp pang there he jolted his head backwards, earning a frown from you.

‘Hold still,’ you hissed, your hand reaching up to grasp the top of Jihoon’s head like a basketball to keep him in place.

He felt trapped, with your hands on his head, your face in such close proximity as you inspected the slit above his temple; he felt hot, even without the jacket, but, frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

However, he knew all this was only debilitating his frail body, and if he got another glimpse of your lips he would collapse into your arms with his mind sinking into oblivion.

He dragged his eyes back to the Christmas tree again and stared as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, well it kind of was, because-

‘Is there a present for me too?’ He questioned, with as much dignity as he could muster.

‘Yes,’ you answered, patting the wound for the last time, making Jihoon wince.

‘Which one?’

You glanced over your shoulder, ‘The biggest one.’ When you faced him again you were smiling, a cute, tired grin that caused his chest fill up with warmth. ‘You won’t get to open it until Christmas, though.’

‘Oh,’ he pouted and you chuckled softly, grabbing his hand and dumping the bloody cotton into his open palm. ‘Ew,’ he frowned in disgust, which earned an eye roll from you.

‘This was on your face.’

Although you seemed tired and sleepy, your eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, you took care of him well; the perfectly placed band-aid gave Jihoon some kind of comfort, and you too seemed content with your job, if the tilt of your head accompanied with the little smile while observing the covered painful spot was anything to go by.

‘You sure you don’t need a doctor, though?’

‘Positive.’

You simply shrugged, reaching for another cotton pad, dipping in into the water like the previous one. ‘How did you get hurt anyway?’

He knew you knew; you never missed the opportunity to lecture him, which you had the full right to do, especially when he showed up at your apartment in the middle of the night, uninvited.

‘I bumped into a wall.’

‘Uh-ha.’ You reached to tenderly wipe his chin, under the sore lip.

‘I was bumped into a wall.’

‘Well, that’s more like it,’ you retrieved your hand only to kind of point a finger at him. ‘That’s what I’d believe.’

‘It did happen like that,’ Jihoon nodded, and you sucked in a breath through your teeth.

‘Ouch.’

‘Yeah. The lip, though…’ He swiped the tip of his tongue over the sore spot as you watched, ‘The guy had a ring on his finger, with a stone, a big one.’

Your eyes grew wide at that, ‘Shiiit.’

He smiled, a sharp stab in his lip making him wince, the wound’s surface becoming more sensitive from the wetness of his tongue.

‘You want a band-aid on your lip?’ You questioned, placing the second piece of cotton darkened with red onto Jihoon’s palm. ‘It’ll feel weird, though, and you won’t really be able to smile.’

‘Nah, I wanna smile.’

Your okay was followed by a cute yawn, an exhausted and wide, but cute. It was contagious and Jihoon couldn’t help the involuntary huge breath that he took covering his mouth and arching his back slightly to stretch the sore muscles. His eyes got just a tad bit heavy too, but his heart was frantic; he knew falling asleep now would be as difficult as recalling every element of the periodic table, and every person he knew would have confirmed that he was indeed awfully bad at chemistry.

He was certain images of you would swirl around his desperate mind even in his own bed, memories of the night enveloping him, making him feel all fuzzy and warm inside while the sun peeks over the horizon to announce a new day.

Your velvety voice snapped him out of his daze. ‘Why do you keep doing this to yourself?’

He knew what you were asking him about, and if truth be told he wanted to take the blanket that was sitting on your couch and shield himself from your scrutinizing gaze.

‘Me? I’m not doing anything.’

You snorted incredulously. ‘Uh-ha.’

Maybe he was just being dramatic, but it seemed that your eyes were piercing right through him so he squirmed awkwardly on the couch, averting his eyes. Sure, he could say he happens to be at the wrong places, at the wrong time and, of course, with the wrong people, but if he’s being totally honest he chooses to be there every single time, and not even once he regretted the caustic comments that flew out of his mouth without a second thought; he stands by his words with great dignity. That’s what probably gets him into trouble, but that’s also something that he finds thrill in and in some twisted way it keeps him sane.

He sighed before answering, meeting your attentive eyes again. ‘It’s ‘cause I’m bitter, I suppose.’

You pursed your lips and gazed at him intently, brimming with curiosity. ‘About what?’

Jihoon shrugged, ‘Life?’

‘And this,’ you gestured toward his face, referring to the bloody marks, ‘this helps you?’

Not necessarily. Well actually, he suspects that he might be ending up even more bitter about everything after the fights; however, this-him sitting next to you on your couch; the cosy ambience of your apartment; the way you so gracefully albeit effortlessly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear-helped him tremendously; his bitterness always seemed to falter efficiently when being around you.

Jihoon simply shrugged again. ‘Don’t you wanna go back to sleep?’

You stared at him for a second or two, your face expression rather indecipherable before you spoke something that did indeed catch Jihoon off guard and nearly made him choke on air. ‘Don’t you wanna kiss me?’

His eyes widened so much he was surprised they didn’t pop right out of his eye sockets and land in your lap. He was eminently staggered by your question, not to mention the tone you used; it oscillated between nonchalant and somewhat daunting. It sounded challenging, you answering his question with a question, like kids bantering back and forth, except this was more adult-like.

Glancing briefly at his lap he managed a perplexed, ‘What? N-no.’ Then his eyes were back on yours, his tongue moving on its own accord to articulate a ridiculously sheepish, ludicrously low and so utterly idiotic, ‘Yes?’

His whole body was burning, yet he couldn’t possibly miss the way your cheeks were tinted a lovely crimson too as a taunting smile flickered on your lips.

‘Are you asking me if you want to kiss me?’

He felt like he won’t be able to make it out of there alive.

He sighed inwardly, frustrated. His mind tried to fathom the reason behind your words. Where you sleep deprived and couldn’t think straight; or maybe you made a bet with someone trying to humiliate him?

Jihoon’s heart was hammering against its ribcage and it was so insanely intense he thought it would burst right through and yet again land in your lap.

You seemed to be rather amused by his bewilderment, watching him fiddle with the ends of his hoody sleeves. ‘Is Jihoon, the bad boy, getting flustered because of me?’

Oh, that must be it, you probably noticed the way he was blushing before that night and decided to tease him about it. Well too bad, because he’s not going to simply crumble and capitulate to you, there’s a reason he’s called a bad boy after all.

He was adamant in redeeming himself so he took a deep breath and stated a simple, but hopefully convincing, ‘No.’

You narrowed your eyes at him as if deep in thought, lips pursing to one side then the other, your fingertip tapping your chin for some dramatic effect.

He didn’t know what to expect from you, and when you uttered your next sentence-more like ordered-he almost jumped to his feet and flew out the window.

‘Then answer my question properly.’

He had thought about this kind of situation before, of course. His imaginative mind would dive into the widest oceans of what ifs without much desire to crawl out the deep waters. But this was actually happening; you were most likely about to mock him like there’s no tomorrow, you would remind him of this very moment every chance you get, you were never going to let this die down, therefore he thought he was fucking insane when he opened his mouth to let you know that-

‘Ok, yeah, yes. My answer… is yes.’

He figured there was nothing to lose, except for your friendship; well… okay, there was so much to lose, but if not now then when? He had this stupid crush for a year, a whole fucking year, and maybe keeping it from you only made it all worse.

Confessing to you, even just about wanting to kiss you, surprisingly felt good. Ripping his heart out and handing it to you was scary, but good.

If you laughed, he could say he was simply playing along, he would take his bloody heart back and move on; yet you weren’t laughing, or smiling, or… doing anything that could indicate his failure for that matter.

The air around you two stilled as if some bubble of ambivalence engulfed you both, inaudible what is happening; is he for real; wait, why isn’t she laughing echoing all around in those dizzy minds.

He heard you whisper some words under your breath, something along the lines of ‘fuck it’, and then he felt your soft fingers on his hand, snatching the cotton pads from his palm and dropping them somewhere on the table all the while he watched you wide-eyed. This was followed by you flipping his hand so the palm would face downward, then sliding it across his thigh to wipe it on his jeans.

If this wasn’t enough for Jihoon’s heart to stop, your quick movements to place both of his hands upon your cheeks was certainly the reason his heart skipped a couple of beats.

Your skin was soft and warm and… why are you putting your arms around his neck? Holy shit.

Is this really happening?

‘Do it.’

You were so close now he could see all the marks and pores of your face, and he loved every bit of it. That scent of you had him weak in the knees once again, his heart pumping as if trying to win a battle against the tiny heart of a mouse.

Fuck, your eyes twinkled like the sparkly night sky enchanting the whole world; would you close them upon feeling his lips on yours?

You were getting impatient, brows raised expectantly, gaze flickering between Jihoon’s dark orbs and his oh-so eager lips.

Should he do this? Just like that? All it took was his guard coming off for a little while and you getting a sight of his flustered state?

‘Just kiss meeeee-

Half a command, half a whine there, he could sense a tad bit of playfulness too.

That striking scent; those inviting lips; your delightful eyes; the dizziness of his captivated mind; your arms around his neck, his caressing your cheeks… sleep deprived or not you were getting that kiss.

That’s how your adorable whine was cut off-it was muffled by his lips. It was more of a peck, though, than a full-on I’ve-been-in-love-with-you-for-a-year kiss. It still managed to ignite something within him.

He pulled away almost instantly to check your reaction. You blinked at him a few times, a ghost of a smile twitching the corners of your lips.

Jihoon’s breath hitched when you leaned in and kissed him again, properly.

All of his most secret, most outrageous dreams were coming true right that moment, just like that, in your living room, where he’d been countless times, on your couch, which you both sprawled across during movie nights.

Damn, what a crazy life he was living, indeed.

Jihoon had no idea if it was physically possible for his heart to become twenty times warmer, but it felt like it did. The most majestic flowers began to sprout in his chest, and the wilted ones started blossoming anew.

Your lips were pillowy, the kind that brings such comfort and ease the time seemingly cease its existence, all becomes one, galaxies swirl in human bodies, people cry gold and plants play symphonies.

You tasted like sunset in summer; his fingertips grazed heaven.

(( ‘Wanna stay over and wait for Christmas together?’ ))

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luciisthebest · 6 years

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Dark Deeds

Pairing: Eventual Gangster!Dean x Reader

Summary: The reader follows Alistair’s instructions and goes to the address as ordered. New foes are revealed and the readers life is changed forever in a cold, dark alley.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of a wound, violence, mentions of blood, language.

Word Count: 1,086

A/N: Let the fun begin. This piece really sets the stage for the rest of the series. So to answer that burning question I know a lot of you will have, yes there’s more. Lots more. I’m a little rusty on writing so I can’t say this is the best thing I’ve written but it’s definitely not the worst. Please feel free to leave feedback and I hope you guys like it.

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Your heels clicked as you made your way down a darkened alley. The sun had just set, blanketing the alley in deep, dark shadows. In your hand, you clutched the piece af paper Alistair had given you at Infernum. It was so odd; he never offered any insight into what he wanted you to do or why he wanted you there. Just an address and a time. The address led to a small business that was supposedly at the end of the alley. But as you drew closer to the end, you realized there was nothing there. “That bastard.” You muttered as you turned to walk back towards the street. This was obviously some sort of setup. For what you weren’t sure but it couldn’t be good.

As you turned, the sound of heels clicked towards you, their owner hidden somewhere in the dark pools of shadow. “Hello? Is someone there?” You called out into the darkness as chills creeped up your spine. The heels continued to click closer and then suddenly stopped. You squinted, trying to see further into the shadows only to find nothing there.

“Well would you look who it is.” A woman’s voice came from the dark. “The dumb Dora who ratted me out.”

Your spine stiffened at the name she called you. “Excuse me?”

A woman step into the light revealing her face; a throaty laugh escaping her red lips as she stepped closer. “Meg Masters at your service.” She smirked at the look of shock that spread across your face.

“What do you want from me?” You clenched your fist trying to hide your fear.

“Oh nothing.” Her eyes lazily drifted over you. “Me and my friend just wanted to see the woman who was stupid enough to cross the Novak family.”

“I didn’t betray anyone.” You sputtered in anger.

Meg gave you a pointed glare, reminding you that you had ratted her out to the Winchesters.

“Well, well, it seems the kitten has some claws after all.” A man swaggered up beside Meg, his voice smooth.

“A Brit in New York, you must be lost.” You snarled at him.

“Feisty.” He smirked at you.

“Enough. Flirt with her on your own time Ketch. We’ve got orders.” The malice in Meg’s smile made you tremble.

Your eyes darted towards the opening of the alley. Both Meg and the man she called Ketch blocked your way but maybe you could call out for help.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” Ketch had obviously seen what you were planning to do.

“Let’s get this over with.” Meg gave Ketch a nod and then began to walk back towards the entrance of the alley. “It was nice meeting you Y/N. Try not to scream too loudly.” With a cold laugh she was gone.

Slowly backing away from Ketch, you tried to reason with him. “Look I know I blew Meg’s cover but it was an accident.”

“This has nothing to do with that.” Ketch calmly replied reaching into his jacket.

“I have no interest in being a part of your war.” Your back hit the cold, slimy brick wall behind you. Coldness radiated from the stones seeping into your body making you shiver.

Ketch chuckled at you words. “You don’t even know how involved you really are.” His eyes gleamed as he pulled out a pistol.

“I won’t beg for mercy.” You hissed as you watched him take aim.

“Good. It’s a damn shame you’re Alistair’s plaything, I think you and I could have had so much fun.”

“Go to hell.” Potent anger raged through you. “I’m no one’s plaything you bastard.”

Ketch just stared at you coldly. Without a word, he pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang and then a burning pain in your abdomen. Your legs began to crumple as pain raced through your body. Gasping for air, your wide, pain filled eyes met Ketch’s emotionless ones as you placed your hand to your stomach and crumpled to the ground.

Everything around you seemed to be spinning and blurry. The cold hard ground pushed painfully against your cheek as you stared after Ketch’s retreating figure, the sound of his footsteps slowly echoing away.

A tear trickled down your cheek as you lifted your hand from your stomach. Warm blood ran down your hand and onto your arm, staining everything in its path brilliant red. Retching violently at the sight of your own blood, you replaced your hand and began to drag yourself towards the entrance of the alley. With every movement, you became dizzier and dizzier, your vision tinged in black. The sound of honking horns and car motors began to dim, replaced with the sound of your rapid breathing and slowing heartbeat.

Giving up, you rolled onto your back, swallowing a scream as you stared up at the night sky. The stars were dimmed by the city lights but you could still see them dimly twinkling. If you were going to die, the last thing you saw was definitely not going to be the cobblestone ground. Of all the ways to die, you never expected it would be in some cold, dark alley.

Alistair had known this would happen. For all you knew, he was watching right now, relishing in the sight of your blood running through the cobblestone crevices.

To your horror, the sky began to spin and your eyelids became harder and harder to keep open. The stars swirled in a nauseating blur and you felt yourself starting to slip into oblivion. The once sharp pain of the bullet wound had now grown numb and nearly painless. With each passing second you felt yourself growing weaker, fading into nothing. Allowing your eyelids to flutter shut, you began to fade from consciousness until you heard the distinct sound of running footsteps.

Suddenly someone was shaking your shoulders and calling your name. Your eyes fluttered back open as you tried to respond. It felt like your mouth was glued shut and all that came out was a small groan.

“Just hold on, we’ve got you now.” An unfamiliar man kneeled beside you. His features were blurred but you could tell he was wasn’t much older than you. Your eyes began to slide once again even though you fought to stay awake.

“Guys she’s fading fast, we need to go now!”

The dark oblivion was calling to you offering you peace. Sounds of a panicked freny surrounded you as let yourself finally succumb to the darknesss’s painless promise.

Part 7

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ultratesterthings · 3 years

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Indecisive - ( Pt. 1)

Yoongi Angst | Taehyung x Reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (coming soon)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, BTS x Reader, series

Author’s note: SECOND FANFIC AYYYYY. I’ve been writing this one since….. this summer maybe?? lol idk im lazy af and i still have other stuff to write. RLLY GOOD STUFF TOO. ive been into angst stuff lately bc i love to break my heart over n over again :’))) thats my kink guys!!! getting my heart broken!! haha jk im srry i will sto p anyways. I love yoongi with all my heart,,,, but i also love taehyung with all my heart so i was like WHY NOT AHAHAHA bias vs bias wrecker ok now i’m overdoing this author’s note thing im srry pls enjoy btws i posted this without rlly reviewing it so YEAH LETS GET IIIIIIT

“Ew, what kind of face is that?” a low voice asked, looking at the screen on the phone you were holding up, the front camera facing you and raven haired male that sat next to you as you took a selfie. You had your face scrunched up, eyes rolled up to the point where the only the whites of your eyes were shown, you clicked the camera shutter.

“What’s wrong with silly pictures?” You pouted and turned to your date. As he looked back at you, he scoffed, “you call that silly? That’s more ugly than it is silly.” His tone was serious but you knew his humor consisted of roasts.

You couldn’t help but laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, “Okay, okay. We’ll take a good one.” Your hand still in position, you smiled at the camera showing teeth, while the young man smirked. Click. “There we go.” You cooed. The lights began dimming, indicating the movie was about to begin so you put your phone away.

You were amazed by the fact you were able to ask Yoongi out on a date to the cinema. You weren’t sure how to go about it but you asked your best friend, Taehyung for advice, he seemed weird about it but eventually he said to just go for it. You and Yoongi were good friends to begin with but you felt something else go on between you two (a lot of sexual awkward tension to be exact). For a while, neither of you acknowledged it, knowing it could possibly ruin your friendship, and that’s something the neither of you wanted.

Deciding to see a romantic comedy, Yoongi was first against it, but it was the only thing you could stand watching. Horror wasn’t your cup of tea, so Yoongi let it slide. To your surprise, you heard Yoongi laughing along beside you. Looking at him laughing, you couldn’t help but smile too.

Then, a sudden burst of happiness hit you. It was weird–it would happen from time to time and it’d come at the most random times. The feeling was strong and passionate that just couldn’t be ignored.

“Hey, Yoongi…” you began, but you stopped. Yoongi’s phone was vibrating in his pocket. As the screen lit up, his eyebrows knitted together, “ahh, what can I do..” he flashed his phone at you, “it’s Suran. I’ll be back.” Answering his call in a low whisper, he got up from his seat and walked while crouching, trying not to block people from veiwing the movie and walked outside of the movie theater.

All of your firey passion was gone in an instant. Your heart’s content was quickly replaced with sadness. ‘Why am I being like this..? It’s not like he’s leaving.. Ohmygod. Am I jealous?’ You felt frustrated about your own feelings. ‘No! I can’t be. They’re both my friends.’

Holding a burdensome conversation with yourself, a voice whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry,” it was Yoongi. Making you snap out of the lonesome quarrel, you turned your head towards him, “Suran is… in need of my help. I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

To your understanding, you nodded, “alright. No worries, I hope everything’s fine..!” and with that, he rushed back out.

Trying to keep your cool, you sunk into your seat, ‘they’re both my friends… then why am I feeling like this?’ you could only ask yourself that same question over and over.

‘Next time, maybe?’ you asked yourself. The autumn night breeze blew your hair, chilling your cheeks and runny nose. The hoodie you wore under your jean jacket kept you warm. After Yoongi left, you had been in a sour mood and decided to leave without finishing the movie. You felt like you needed to take a walk, and that’s what you did. It felt nice to have some time to yourself and sort out these senses.

Getting home, you plopped down onto your bed, spreading your limbs out. Staring at the ceiling, you contiplated whether or not to text Yoongi. And after many debates, you finally decided yes. Pulling out your phone from your purse and clicking the message app, you picked Yoongi’s contact.

YOU: Hey, how is Suran doing? Is everything okay?

After a few minutes, you recieved a reply.

Yoongi-nie: Hey, everything’s fine, I guess. her boyfriend broke up with her so she needed my moral support… how was the movie? sorry i didn’t stick around long enough to see the ending. did they end up together?

YOU: oh no that’s terrible. HE DIDN’T DESERVE HER. HE’S AN ASS. I got her back, tell her that. and the movie was good. :) you lied guess we gotta redo this lil date so you can find out for yourself! haha

The reply from Yoongi took a little longer than you had hoped.

Yoongi-nie: Date? i didn’t know this was a date… i thought we were only hanging out….

What–. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Your heart was pounding hard against your chest.

YOU: Oh, hanging out? lol then do u want to go on a date sometime with me…?

At that point, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Turning your screen off, you screamed while throwing your phone to the other side of your bed. The anticipation and anxiety began to build. “WHY DID I DO THAT? JEEZ, FUCK. OHMYGOD. NOOO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK–” Ding! You received a message.

Quickly crawling to the other side of your bed, you flipped over your phone and rushed to unlock it.

Yoongi-nie: No. Sorry. I don’t like you like that. I always thought I treated you like my annoying little sister, but I don’t want to keep leading you on. I’m sorry but I don’t feel that way.

Your heart sunk. It was the end. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting. Your life isn’t like the romantic comedies. You weren’t going to get the boy. It happens.

YOU: Ahhh. Okay. Sorry, I misunderstood. I probably made you feel uncomfortable. Thanks for telling me the truth, though. I really appreciate it.

Yoongi-nie: Are you okay? I don’t want you to be depressed or anything.

At this point, your heart felt destroyed.

YOU: OMG. Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. I just need some time if that’s okay.

Yoongi-nie: Take all the time you need. Again, I’m sorry.

YOU: Don’t apologize. It’s okay, seriously. Goodnight.

Yoongi-nie: Goodnight.

Recieving that last text, you set your phone on silent and played music. You didn’t think playing your favorite songs could make you feel so sad.

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The next day felt draining. Although you didn’t have work, your morning wasn’t as enjoyable as it could’ve been. Doing what you usually do on your day off, you jumped into the shower. Since you had no plans of going out, you only changed into comfy sweats and a t-shirt, and tied your hair up into a pony-tail. Next, you cleaned your apartment while listening to music that blasted through your speakers. It was a good distraction until you heard a knock at the door.

Turning down the music, you took a look at yourself in the mirror that hanged in the hallway before the front door and moved away misplaced strands of hair out of your face then opened the door.

It was Taehyung wearing his baggy tan hoodie and ripped blue jeans. He had what seemed like bags filled with food in his hands. “Good morning!” He smiled. You were able to keep it together since the night before and all morning but for some reason, seeing your best friend’s face made you break into tears. “Taaaaaehyuuuuung..!” you sobbed.

The brunette’s smile was wiped off with concern and confusion, “woah, woah what happen?” He closed the door behind him and placed the bags onto the table before wrapping his lengthy arms around you.

His warm embrace made you cry into his chest even harder and hug back. All that was heard were muffled sobs. “There, there.” he said softly, stroking the top of your head. He was patient with you, he always was. And it was rare to see you cry, Taehyung knew you were a strong when it came to your feelings. Stress, frustration or even just sad movies never made you cry.

After a few minutes of ugly sobbing, you stepped back, letting go and looking up at him through your blurry vision. Taehyung looked back into your eyes and only chucked, “well that’s a sight for sore eyes.” cupping your cheeks, he wiped away your tears as you sniffed. “Are you ready to tell me what happen?”

The only response you gave him was a slow nod. Tired of standing at the door, the both of you moved the conversation to your living room, where you told him about your heartbreak.

You sat at one end of the couch in a little ball while Taehyung sat at the other end. “Ahhh… this is so embarrassing…” you sighed, rubbing your eyes and sniffed.

“Why are you embarrassed? These are your feelings. There’s nothing you should be embarrassed about.” Taehyung comforted.

You sighed once again, “ah… why did I have to fall for Yoongi? I should’ve just fallen for you instead. We’re practically married,” leaning your head against the leather cusion of the couch and giggled.

Only a corner of Taehyungs lips lifted, “that’s food for thought.” He leaned over and patted the closest limb he was able to reach, which was your foot, weird but it still felt comforting, “I don’t know what else to say but to move on–things like this happen. I don’t want to sound like a jerk and tell you this but it’s the truth,” he sighed, “and I don’t want you to keep bringing your hopes up for them to be suddenly broken down again.”

Taking a deep breath and rubbing your eyes before combing through your hair with your fingers, you looked at him, “aghhh, you’re right. I have to get over him…. and I’ll start by eating that food you brought–where it at?” you got off the couch and quickly walked to the table in the hallway where Taehyung left the bags.

Opening the bags, it felt as if the food itself was glowing and shinning on your face. Was there a choir of angels singing? Who knows but you could hear them loud and clear. All you could do was mischievously laugh to yourself, “oh, Taehyungie. You know me so well.” The bags were filled with all of your favorite snacks and drinks.

“I thought we could watch some movies and chill all day while eating junk food,” the owner of the low and husky voice popped in, watching you drool from the hallway.

You looked up at the direction it come from and smiled, “Taehyung, you have perfect timing.”

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