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only111u · 2 months

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a/n: wow I’m alr doing a series 😭 this is probably gonna be like 3 parts long so hope yall are excited for that :] I also pinkey swear to post the Han fic next I’m just a tad bit lazy. I will have it out in like 3 days tho TRUST 🙏🏼

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paring: Lee Know x afab Reader (both hs students)

warnings: reader gets followed home

w/c: 1.4k

0.2- paper ball

Another paper ball was thrown at the back of your head as you tried to write your notes. You already knew who it was. It was that stupid rat Lee Minho. God you hated him so much. He just always knew how to piss you off and what makes it worse is that he was best friends with your brother so he was always over at your house. Even in your own home you never got to escape him. He and your brother always played pranks on you even when you were just minding your own business.

You turned around from your seat that was directly infront of him and you threw your pencil at his head [mainly aiming for his eyes]. He flinches and throws another paper ball harder directly at your face. You were officially fed up and threw your charger head at him. Hearing all the commotion, the teacher turned to look at you two and cleared her throat.

“Are you two fighting again?” The teacher asked in a slightly defeated and annoyed tone.

“Well he started it!”

“Only because she wouldn’t move her big head!”

You turned around glaring at him and throwing a paper ball that he had thrown at you in his face. The teacher being fed up with you two decided to give you both 6 hours detention.

That was basically the end of the world to you. Not only did you have to deal with him during the school day and at your HOUSE but also three hours after the school for TWO DAYS. Your parents were absolutely going to go ballistic. Detention was already bad enough for them but alone with a boy? Oh they were not going to let you live it through.

Sure they did infact love Minho they just didn’t fully know him. Everytime he came over he always acted kind and respectful to them, but you always complained about him being an ass so they were just kind of in the middle with him. Even then they still loved him like a second son. Feeding him, taking him on family vacations, even INTRODUCING him to some of your female cousins to set them up. You never understood why everyone liked him so much.

You almost got excited when the last bell of the day rang when the teacher that gave you detention came to collect you from the class. You picked up all your things and told her that you’d be at her classroom shortly. You slowly walked to your locker hoping that time would go by faster if you just slowed down. Instead you were jumpscared by the face of Lee Minho.

“What do you want punk” you you death glared him as you started decoding your lock.

“The teacher told me to come get you because you were taking too long” he lazily spoke at you.

“Well I didn’t need you collect me”

“Trust me, I didn’t want to either”

“Ugh whatever, I got all of my stuff. Let’s just go” you annoyedly spoke trying to just get this over with.

Ugh he drives me crazy

She’s driving me crazy

You both got to the classroom and the teacher started to speak.

“If you are here today that means that you have acted inappropriately, disobedient, or rudely throughout the week. During this time you will not be permitted to be on your phone or laptop or sleep. You will only be permitted to do academic work. We hope you become better by the end of your detention” she read off a paper in a monotone voice.

You looked over at Minho next to you and saw him mocking the way the teacher spoke. You couldn’t help but giggle under your breath. Look at that smile. He looks at you and smiles lightly. Then you both came to your senses and quickly looked away. After 30 minutes your stomach was already rumbling. You went up to your teacher to ask to go the vending machine for a light snack but she just told you weren’t allowed to leave the classroom during detention. You sighed in defeat and went back to your seat.

Another 30 minutes went by and your hunger was getting worse and you needed eat something. Minho noticed and just ignored you. You went back up to the teachers desk and begged her to at least get something to eat and she reluctantly agreed. As soon as the teacher left the room Minho took out his phone and immediately started playing on his phone.

You too took out your laptop and started to work on one of your essays that was due soon. Minho looked over at what you were doing and laughed at you. You’re so adorable. You just side eyed him and continued to type. “Why are you always doing school work. Don’t you ever do anything fun?” Minho teases you

“Well if you look at your grades and my grades you’d know why” you retaliated.

“Well if you look at your amount friends and my amount friends you’d know why” he spoke back.

You just scoffed at him and went back to work.

How does anyone like him

It had already been 10 minutes since the teacher left and you were thinking she had left the school. You were genuinely feeling nauseous and lightheaded and Minho started to notice. “Jeez are you ok? You look ghostly” he sounded almost, caring?

“Yeah I just didn’t have anything to eat all day so just a little lightheaded” you explained

He reached into his bag and got out a granola bar. “Here, since you’re so desperate for food” he handed it to you and went back on his phone.

You took it from his hand and started eating it. You threw out the wrapper and sat back down. By now you already had one hour left of your detention for the day and your teacher still wasn’t back. Minho had actually put his phone away and started on his work and you continued with yours. You were just ready to go home already when the teacher finally came in. Of course to no one’s surprise, she was empty handed. Her lipstick was smudged and hair slightly messy. “Sorry honey the machines didn’t work.” She was so obviously lying that she didn’t even believe her own lie.

You just told her “It’s ok” and went back to doing your work on your notebook.

Finally the bell had rung letting all the kids at detention go home and you called your brother. The phone was already 4 rings in and he was still not picking up. After your brother didn’t pick up you called your dad, no response. You finally tried your mom and she didn’t reply either. You gave up on finding a ride and decided to just walk home.

You had just made it out of the school gates when a car starts driving slowly behind you. You just ignored it and kept walking. No matter how much farther you went the car continued to follow you and you started to get scared. You looked through your contacts list and for some reason decided to call Minho. He surprisingly picked up within two rings and you started to talk quickly under your breath to him.

“Ok um hi I know this is weird but can you walk with me? Or like drive me home or something? Theres someone following me in a car right now and I just had a weird feel-“ you were cut off mid ramble by the sound of the call ending.

You just stared at your phone in shock and started to slightly tear up. You knew he was an asshole but hanging up on a person who needed help? You never thought he was so mean. As tears started falling from your eyes a raindrop fell on your head and you started to cry even harder. Your day really couldn’t get worse.

The raindrops started to fall more and you just started crying harder. As you kept walking faster the window of the car lowered and a man who looked to be in his mid-50’s started to cat call you. You were just 15 minutes into your 30 minute walk back home and you really started to feel hopeless. You continued to walk in the cold rain with the man still following you when another car pulled in front of him and stopped.

“Get in”

To be continued…

#skz #skz ff #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz lee know #skz lee minho #skz stay #skz fanfic #stray kids #lee know #lee know ff #lee know fanfic

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studio-dreamie · 4 months

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chapter 7: tiktok advice

Jaemin opened the apartment door as y/n rushed in. She beelines straight to Jisung's room only to see him on the floor rocking back and forth against the wall. She couldn’t help but feel sad at the sight. “Jisung,” she said softly, she walked towards the frantic boy. She sits down next to him and puts her hand on his arm, rubbing circles with her thumb. “Can I try something Jisung?” she asks. He looks at her surprised but hesitantly nods as he tries to control his breathing (somewhat failing). She reaches down into her pocket to find her white wired headphones that were connected to her phone from the walk (more like run) here. She took her hand off and put the headphones on jisung. She played a playlist named steady. “Why did you do that?” Jaemin asked as he hovered over the boy and the girl from the door. “I saw a TikTok saying it helps with panic attacks so I wanted to see if it would work” she responded. Jaemin’s mouth couldn’t help but fall open, “so you put the fate of our son in the hands of TikTok” Jaemin said. Y/n rolled her eyes and she moved closer to Jisung. He eyes her but then gives her a small nod. His chest slows down and his movements become less frantic in the next few minutes. She goes back to her original position except this time she wraps her arms around his left, pressing it against her like a teddy bear. Once the frantic moments stopped, y/n laid her head on the boy’s shoulder. Jaemin decided to come close and sit beside them, rubbing circles reassuringly on Jisung’s knee. They stay in this position until he falls asleep.

side story: hw assignment #2 (jisungs pov)

It felt childish to do a homework assignment like this in college. Worksheets were being passed around the class like we were back in high school. The big black bold letters sat on top of the paper in a font that seemed fitting for kindergartners. “Who is your hero?”. I couldn’t help but internally sigh, of course an English elective has to do the most. I looked at the paper with a straight face; who the fuck do i write about? Iron man? I thought about it for a second but then pushed the idea away. There was no way I could write a 2000 word paper on my emotional connection with Iron Man. I overhear everyone around me talking. “Oh this is easy” “Who are you gonna do?” “My mom for sure” “Hmm probably my dad or brother not too sure”. I continue to stare at my paper; there’s no way I’m writing a paper on my deadbeat family members, maybe iron man really is the best option. I stare deeply at the paper, god someone, anyone, why can’t I think, why does everybody gotta put their family member, who the hell do I put, what the fuck. My thoughts become interrupted as I get a text on laptop screen. hello my offspring it read. I softly smiled, I guess I know who to write about now.

prev//masterlist//next

pairing: renjun x fem!reader

synopsis: the ultimate college friend group that does not escape the trials of suffering, love, drama, and weed. join y/n and her friends as they go through their third year of college together, they have no idea what's going on or what they're doing, but isn't that the fun of it?

genre: social media au, college au, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, comedy, coming of age

note: so i fully understand that this is a renjun x reader but like i really want to put emphasis on the other relationships she has, i want it to really be like you’re in college with all ur friends, and im a firm believer that side characters are main characters in their own story so i like to give them spotlight, if yall don’t fw that idk what to tell yall fr. in the character description i said jaemin and y/n are jisungs co-parents and i fr mean it

taglist: @she-is-dreaming @wavesandkisses @jenobubbles @finnydraws @snflwrhaerecs4u @sexygrass @miniature-tragedy @sweetcandycum @fae-renjun

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coppercatwrites · 4 years

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Save Me - Sherlock x Reader

Chapter 8: Talk to Me

Pairing: Sherlock x reader synop: some relax time for the rest of the night Taglist: @reveluvspecial @ravencatart @germansarechill @sassy-potato-yall @melanoms @middleearthmama @fullmoonshadowwrites

A/N: this took a little longer to write! woopsies!

With a heavy sigh, you lay Henry onto the couch with a blanket. “You should get some rest, sweetheart. You’ve been through so much today.”

Silence.

“Would you like anything to drink?”

He rolls over, head facing the back of the couch.

Sherlock walks out of the kitchen with a glass of water and gingerly sets it on the table. With hands on his hips, he turns to go sit at one of his experiments in the kitchen.

You run your fingers through your hair as you look for a laptop. You feel his eyes follow you around the flat until you give up looking. When you make eye contact, he looks to the left of you.

“Thanks.”

The ghost of a smirk forms your lips when you see it sticking out of his chair cushions. When you open it, the blinking cursor for the password halts your tracks.

Looking up from the laptop you see the corner of Sherlock’s lips twitch. From a good distance, you get lost searching his eyes for the magic words.

“Letmein”

His eyebrows raise as the screen to his computer lights up your face exposing your sad, amused smile.

“Henry, Would you like to watch something?”

“No.”

You snap the lid shut and set it onto the table. “Okay. well, at least let me know if you need anything…”

Silence

Shaking your head, you quietly make your way to the door. “I’ll be back.”

At the bottom of the stairs, you hesitate with your hand on the door. With a sigh, you take off your coat and hang it on the rack. Your shoes follow underneath. Sitting on the stairs, you rest your elbows on your knees and your head on the railing. Your eyes practically burn holes through the door locks.

The sound of footsteps do nothing to bring you back to the present. Although when the figure sits beside you, your eyebrows furrow.

“Hey.”

Sherlock hums and glances at his phone.

You pull out a bullet from your pocket and toss it in your hands. Your thumb rubbing across the engravement on the side.

“A bullet? You don’t even own a gun.”

You pause and press the tip into your middle finger. “It’s my father's ashes. When he died, I had him made into a live round.”

Silence

“Oh come on, not you too. John told me you never stop talking.”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “What is the point of carrying around a dead person's ashes?”

You clench your jaw and turn your gaze to the ground. “If he passed away normally it would be one thing, but he was murdered. Sentiment, Sherlock.”

He sits quietly for what felt like minutes before he takes an audible breath.

“He was murdered by a gun, I presume. what kind?”

“Sniper round. I looked around the outside of the house but I didn't see anybody.”

He hums. “You wouldn't have seen anyone. What was the scenery like there? I’m assuming somewhere with a tree and some brush, did you look near those?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Yeah. I found a smeared footprint but even when the police took evidence, it got them nowhere.”

“You’re… American. I presumed it happened there? No wonder why they didn’t solve anything. You said they were smeared, were there any broken branches nearby?”

You close your eyes and lie back onto the stairs. “I think… there were a few, yes.”

“You think or you know? They could have fallen from the tree and broke their leg or they could have tried to cover tr—”

You cover your face with your elbow. “I didn't ask for you to solve his murder, I asked for you to help me get rid of the hit men's clients that have been tailing me.”

Before Sherlock can reply, John walks through the door carrying a few bags that looked to be carrying food. He paused after the door closed and quizzically looked at you on the stairs.

"What are you- never mind."

He reaches into one of the bags and digs inside for a second. After he finds what he's looking for, he tosses the brown paper tube at you. “I told Sherlock to ask you what you wanted to eat but he never got back to me.”

You smirk as you look at the package. “Well, he never asked me.”

“You never stopped talking.”

“You were asking me questions.”

“And none of them were about supper.” John cuts in.

Sherlock sighs as you chuckle to yourself. John calmly squeezes past you both up the stairs to 221b.

Sherlock stands and turns around. “where’s my food?”

John smirks. “You didn't answer my message.”

Sherlock’s mouth hangs open in offense. Before he can respond however, John has already welcomed himself home.

You look up to see his eyes burning holes through the door. Laughing, you break your sandwich in half and toss it at him.

“I can't eat that much. I’m too used to light meals. Please, have it.”

He turns it over in his hands and nods at you. Halfway up the stairs, you get up to follow after him. Once inside, your attention is drawn to the sound of a kids tv show. Looking from the Scooby Doo episode to the couch, you find John and Henry involved in the show. With eyebrows raised, you glance to sherlock.

Sandwich between his hands, he brings his fingertips up to his chin. “It’s actually impossible for them to deduce that outcome with the evidence provided. It’s entirely by chance.”

Henry sits up. “Actually, Mr. Holmes, it’s not impossible. You just have to search for the right clues.”

John hides his smile as he looks to the wide eyed Sherlock. “Yeah, what he said.”

You shake your head as you make your way to the kitchen to eat. “You blog almost every day and your only additional comment is, ‘what he said’?”

John lets loose his smile as he turns his focus back to the telly. “Yep.”

Sherlock follows you into the kitchen. “Don't touch any of my experiments.”

You chuckle. “Calm down tiger, just looking for some paper towels”

“No, you’re not. What is it that you really need?”

You cross your arms and lean into the counter, your eyes fixed onto the blood filled slide under the microscope. “Why did you block me from Nick at the warehouse?”

“The kitchen roll is in the cabinet on your left.”

You smirk “Oh no you don’t. You are not avoiding this. You asked what I needed, and I’m telling you.”

“Some things are best left unsaid.”

Your eyes snap to his. “You wouldn’t have done that if… if he was going to…”

“You and your son wouldn’t have been harmed in any of the scenarios that I planned out.”

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Your body shifts as you lean onto the counter. With arms crossed, you study his notepad on the table.

He clears his throat. “I know. You’re welcome.”

After a bite of your sandwich, Sherlock leans on the counter next to you and starts to eat his. The corners of his lips tug into a smile as he watches Henry and John discuss their favorite characters from the children's cartoon.

“We are putting you both in danger by being here.”

Sherlock scoffs. “Nonsense. I’m in my own danger by living here.”

Rolling your eyes you laugh. “I think the only dangerous person here is John.”

He shakes his head. Before he can reply, you turn to him. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you think you're a badass. I mean, you are. But when you’re being showy, it's cute.”

He coughs on the bite of his sandwich. “Pardon?”

Smirking, you push away from the counter. “I think it's about time for bed. Goodnight, Sherlock Holmes.”

As Sherlock retreats to his bed, you smirk at John, Henry, and the cartoon on the telly. “Alright, kids. I think it's time we go to bed.”

Henry wines and falls back onto the couch, his eyes on the ceiling. “But mom, just one more?”

John stands up and stretches. “I think she’s right. It’s getting late.”

Henry sighs and marches away to the bathroom. While he’s gone, John and yourself start to make the couch look like a bed.

“You know,” you sigh. “How did you change his attitude?”

When John straightens up, he sets his hands on his hips. “All I did was talk to him.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What did you say to him?”

He smiles and shakes his head. “That's something you need to find out on your own.”

You tilt your head back and groan. “Another relationship I need to sort out. How fun.”

“Another?”

Glancing from Sherlock's door to John, you shrug. “Did I say another?”

He chuckles to himself and shakes his head. “I’ve been watching you both. He’s quite satisfied around you. I’ve seen the way you look at him when he’s not looking. I may not be as intelligent when it comes to deductions and such, but I do have a better understanding of human feelings than he does.”

As you open your mouth to respond, Henry walks past you and gives John a hug. “Night.”

Henry briefly hugs you before he takes up the couch. After a few moments, the flat falls quiet. Sitting on the floor leaning onto the couch, you sigh and lean your head back.

Maybe you could get some real sleep. Even if you could only get a few solid hours.

Next chapter: coming soon!

#sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes bbc #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock fanfic #sherlock stories

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nako-doodles · 4 years

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quarantine tag

tagged by @suggable thank you for checking in w me bby

are you staying home from work/school?

im staying at home now : ] upsides of teaching tiny minions into taking over the world one baby shark at a time i mean what-

if you’re staying home who’s with you?

the ‘rents. its been great. really reminding me why i wanted to live in the dorms during college.

if you can go outside, what do you like to do during this time?

we are ~technically~ allowed outside again but no one trusts state media so no one is really leaving the house unless necessary

an event you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

i was gonna stay with my aunt in her fancy ass villa over chinese new years but lockdown was announced the day before i was supposed to leave so yay

any fascinating concept you’re studying?

i got really confused on why toilet paper was in such high demand and wanted to explore some right wing media conspiracy theories bc im truly That Bored™️ but then i got sucked down a wikipedia rabbithole that started with a lengthy toilet paper orientation article, passed through a couple some buzzfeed unsolved worthy mysteries, skipped by this incredible list of sexually active priests and non-human electoral candidates, somehow learned about a frequency sound that can make you shit your pants, got asked how if there was a chicken apocalypse how i would take down 2.7 chickens, learned that barbar isnt the only fancy elephant, and then stuck my landing from a simone biles twist with this article about action park and reading the names to my dad in a truly atrocious british accent. it was 3am. i still dont know why toilet paper was in such high demand and im an econ major. demand is the name of the game. quarantine for the past couple months have been great thanks for asking.

what kind of acts of creativity/forms of art are you currently doing?

pixel art reminding myself how to sing in an operatic voice just to drive my mom crazy and projecting my voice bc not actively running after children screaming has reverted my voice back to its og ‘what did you say shirley? speak up!!!!’ form. ive also been binging a lot of film analysis videos bc why go to a school famed for its film and acting school, actively choose not to pursue film arts, and then learn from amateurs am i right?

what movies have you watched recently? shows?

OH BOI ive been rewatching all of my emotion-heavy old anime favourites; the ones in heavy rotation currently are perfect blue, this corner of the world, i want to eat your pancreas, haibane renmei, millenial actress, graveyard of the fireflies, madoka magica rebellion, a silent voice, noragami......

what are you reading?

bc i have the attention span of a goldfish ive been on and off picking these books to read: light is like water by gabriel garcia marquez; the journey of the eyeball by katherine vaz; the story of a painter by ludamilla petrushevskaya; the daughters of the moon by italo calvino; and the shell collector by anthony doerr

a song that resonates with your state of mind at the moment?

im pretty sure yall are tired of me saying this but ha:tfelt’s 1719 album

what are you doing for self care?

finally downloading all of the music i wanted on my phone and also practicing to write with my left hand bc i used to be pretty ambidexterous but then i stopped practicing. im also planning on cleaning out my laptop and music library bc i keep procrastinating on it

i tag @cafejoon @stargazingjin @jincentvangogh @ksj1 @monojoons @cultleaderyoongi @yoonseok @joonie @slipped-away @yoonmochiiii @misskickit @kim-taehyung🌸

#I would also like to call this: a slow descent into madness #I hope yall are taking care of yourself mwah mwah mwah I love you #yes I learned to write w my left hand for exam season in hs bc im crazy #also its gonna be golden week literally in a couple days and I have never been less enthused about it #even less structure in my life yay #I hope its going better over at yours loves #hash tag games

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randomdancingscenarios · 6 years

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Night At The Museum

Choi Seung Hyun/ Reader

Word Count: 2,157

Genre: Fluff, Drabble

Part 2

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[CLICK] You slowly start to walk as you stare at the picture you just took on your camera. " This lighting is perfect." [THUD] "What the..."

"Joesonghaeyo..." "Oh I'm sorr.."

"gwaenchanh-a..." You quickly say while getting up to inspect your camera.

" Do you speak Korean?" They mystery voice boomed.

" Huh? Oh... Ye" You say a little annoyed that this person cared more about you speaking some language than your state of being. You finally look up to see who you are talking too and you are met with a very handsome and very surprised man.

You didn't notice the scrape on your elbow or on your hand. His face started to go red. "Oh man! Are you alright?" The voice boomed. You just stared like a goof, unable to say anything. He pulled you towards the entrance of the museum. "You need a bandage".

You make it to the information desk and he patches you up. " Why were you surprised I knew Korean?"

He looked puzzled. "Well I mean. Um... You aren't exactly um... Korean." You start to giggle and he cracks a smile. " Wow, he'd be perfect to take pictures of." You thought looking at his strong jaw and deep brown eyes.

"I'm Choi Seung Hyun. And you are?" Seung Hyung? You couldn't help but stare. And he noticed too. You could feel your face get hot.

"I'm Y/N." With a warm smile you extended your hand. "It's nice to meet you Seung Hyun but I have some exploring to do". You shake your camera and turn to walk away to explore the rest of the museum.

" YA!" You heard Hyung's voice booming after you.

"You do know you aren't supposed to yell in a museum, right? "His eyes widen and he starts to blush. A smile creeps onto your face.

" Would you like to join me exploring Seung Hyun?" And like that you guys walked around and discussed the art work and your thoughts on what the artist was trying to portray. You couldn't help but notice how invested he was in the art work. You began slinking back and snapping photos of him admiring the art.

[CLICK] " So perfect." You whispered to yourself looking at the photos you took.

[CLICK] As you were taking the picture Hyun turned around, you quickly put your camera down. "What are you doing?" "Nothing!" You quickly Spat trying not to seem too suspicious. He stared at you for a second and just shrugged it off. Y'all continued on into the garden of the museum. You busted out your camera and began snapping photos of random people as they enjoyed the beautiful flowers and wildlife the small garden had to offer.

Hyun stayed back as he watched you take photos smiling as you stuck your tongue slightly out to capture your subject at the right moment. He thought about how he wanted to get to know you more. Your take on art really has him intrigued. And the fact that you yourself was an artist really had him hooked.

" Ah, look how perfect the lighting is here!" You screeched showing Hyun the photo you just took. You beamed at how amazing the photo turned out. The way the light bounced off the hummingbird feathers and how the rays danced across the flower was spectacular.

" Look at how the rays dance across the hummingbird! Do you see that?" Hyun looked at you and say how excited you were. " Mmm, Yes. You have a great eye for these things."

You turned back around going through the pictures. " Come on let's see some more art work before it gets too late." You continue on back into the museum comparing your thoughts on who was the greatest artist of all time

You look at your watch. " oh, geez it's pretty late I should probably get going. I don't want to be out this late." You look over at hyun. " Well, it was nice meeting you Choi Seung- Hyun, but I have to get back to my hotel and grab something to eat."

You begin walking away. " Ya Y/N?"

" Hmm?"

" Let me walk you home. It's too dangerous for a woman to walk alone this late in the day."

You let out a slight laugh. " Don't worry! I'm packing!" You reach for your satchel and dangle it implying you had mace in there.

" Well then for my safety could you walk me home?" He let out a chuckle and yall began heading out od the museum.

A ten-minute walk turned into 30 minutes of laughing, jokes, and playful shoving. You finally made it to the front of your hotel.

" Would you like to get dinner with me..." He asked.

" As in right now or like in general? Because a girl can eat haha."

"Oh, um tonight? If you want to? I mean you don't have to there's no pressure!"

" Every time someone says no pressure I feel the pressure, But I would be honored!"

"Alright I'll pick you up at 8." He beamed.

" Can't wait" You stood there awkwardly for a second.

" Should I give you my number or something? Is that how these things go?" You jokingly say.

"Oh, Yea haha I don't want to leave without that now do I?"

You pull out a slip of paper and write your number on it.

" Here you go!" You smiled and waved. " See you soon CHOI SEUNG- HYUN!"

You rush to the elevator. Omg I can't believe this!

You immediately facetime your sister the moment you step into the room.

" Omg Y/S/N!!!"

" Girl why are you calling me screaming like that?"

" Oh ha-ha sorry I just wanted to tell you I met this guy at the museum today and he's taking me out for dinner!"

" Is he cute or nah? Because ya last man was tragic. But he had money!!"

You roll your eyes.

"He's really cute, He's tall very handsome. He has a deep voice and a jawline made by the gods!"

"Ew. Your definition of cute does not equal my definition of cute, knowing you he's some old man."

" Well I took some photos so I'll send you one."

"Nobody got time for your nudes ya nasty,"

You roll your eyes again.

"Look I have to go and get ready its almost 8 and I have to look decent."

" Girl its only..."

"Bye!"

You quickly hang up and plugged your camera up to your laptop to send the photo before jumping into the shower.

{ Y/S/N } 6:30 PM}

DAAAAAAAAAAAM HE IS FIIIIIIIIIINE.

LOL

DONT DO ANYTHING I WOULDNT DO

BETTER YET DO EVERYTHING!

{6:35 PM}

HE LOOK LIKE HE GOT MONEY

HE GOT MONEY OR NAH?

HELLO

HEEEEEELLLLLOOOOOOOOO

OH HELL YOU DEAD?

You ignore your sisters text and begin to get ready. Makeup? Check. Eyeliner, some highlight, mascara, blush, and a lip tint. You didn't want to overdo it so it's very light. You gave your hair a little scrunch and you were ready to go.

Its already 7 and you still haven't found an outfit to wear. What do you even wear? You don't want to dress up too fancy what is he takes you to a burger place.? Nah a guy like him it'll probably be some place nice.

Dress and flats it is. Just in case he ended up being a murderer you could easily get away.

[BZZ] [BZZZ]

Your phone!

"OMG is this him? Who calls these days?" You thought as you picked up.

" Yeoboseyo Y/N?" A deep voice comes over the phone sending chills down your body.

"This Is I"

" Um, I'm waiting for you outside."

"Okay I'm on my way down."

This man is right on time you thought.

You step out of the hotel lobby and there he was standing by a really nice-looking car.

He looked perfect!

The moment he laid his eyes on you his jaw dropped. You looked like a work of art and you were becoming his favorite.

" Wow... You look... Amazing" He finally said after collecting himself. You felt your face getting hot.

"Yea, so do you!"

He opened to back door for you. " Why thank you sir." You giggled getting into the car.

You had no idea where you were headed. The ride was quiet. " SO, Hyung... do you mind if I call you Hyung or would you like to be called like Oppa? or something?

A shock ran through his body when he heard you call him oppa.

"Whatever you want to call me Y/N."

" Okay... Hyung?"

"Yes?"

" Where are we going? We seem to have left the city? If you are going to murder me please let me know now?!"

He let out a low chuckle.

" We are almost there. I promise I'm not going to murder you. You are too Beautiful for that."

You smiled at him calling you beautiful. The rest of the car drive was light and cheerful. You talked about your job and how it allowed you to see the world. He vaguely talked about his job, which was weird but you didn't mind. You talked about art and photography.

" Mr. Choi we have arrived at your desired destination." Said the driver.

You almost had a heart attack! You had forgotten he was even there.

" Thank you please pick us up in say an Hour.?"

Hyung got out and quickly opened the car door taking your hand. This sent butterflies into the pit of your stomach.

As you stepped out you saw a small little restaurant in decorated in lights. It was the only building with lights on, you could hear the soft jazz spewing out of the door.

"Come on. This place has the best wine selection I've ever seen"

You follow him through the door and into the restaurant. It was cozy but nice. The Vibe was super chill yet fancy.

" Table for two this time huh MR. Choi?" The waitress asked.

You looked at hyun puzzled.

"Dang! How many times have you been here?"

" I told you. They have the best wine selection I've ever seen."

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As you are waiting for your food you notice HYung staring at you.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

" Oh no, sorry I just can't help but be mesmerized by you."

Once again, your face starts to get hot. You look away trying to hide how flustered he has gotten you.

" Why do you turn away? Do you not like it when I call you beautiful?"

he reached for your hand.

Omg you thought.

" I never said I didn't like it... I Just..."

Before you could finish your food arrived. It smelled SOOO good.

" Here try this" HYun offered up a taste of his pasta.

you were reluctant but ate off the fork anyways.

" Oh wow!"

" Yea... I know"

The rest of dinner consisted you sneaking photos of him and him telling you how beautiful you are while you blush so hard you thought you'd die of a heat stroke.

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Dinner was finally over and you were drunk and stuffed. Halfway back at to your hotel it started pouring down rain.

"Oh man! I love the rain. I'm going to sleep so good tonight" You whispered.

You placed your hand between hyung and yourself not really paying attention. You felt his fingers slightly rub against yours. You looked at him from the corner of your eye. He was staring out the window, not paying attention to you it seemed. You looked back at the window thinking about how amazing today has been and how you wished it never ended. You were jerked out of your train of thought when you felt his hand grab yours.

" Hey, we are at your hotel."

He quickly got out and opened the door your you. Y'all Raced to the covering of the hotel door. You stood there soaking wet from the rain looking into his eyes.

" I... I should get going" As soon as he said that the driver sped away.

" Did he just leave you?" You asked holding back a laugh.

" Um yea... I guess I'm walking."

You grab his hand. "Why don't you come up and wait the rain out?" You couldn't believe what was coming out of your mouth.

" Are you Sure?"

" Come on Hyung it's just until the rain stops." You grab his hand and walk to the elevator.

The static from his touch starts to drive you wild. As soon as the elevator door shuts he bends over and crashes his lips into yours. Your kissing becomes intense.

"Finally," You thought.

" 5th Floor."

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z3i3ra · 4 years

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Abu: she is. She is going to Iraq. Who does that?

Me: someone who really cares about you

Abu: oh someone that is going to save me from myself?!

Idk that i was ever askedto go as an adult before. I said it was time when Obama brought van loads to my actual fucking house. I still don't know,what the fuck he thought. I haven't fully processed the memories. But I was all, i think this is enough people for an army to fight back now let's go.

And he was all uhhh we aren't going back to Iraq we just got here

And me and Abu were all uh hello, yes because now it's time to start the war. Every One got energized to go home so now,we give them,weapons and,say kill or stay. And,let's go back home to our families!

Like literally that went back through my head twice.

But really I said I had to go get my daughter (who was home) and I was freaked the fuck out cause i had amnesia and so I was gonna go around to the back door and try to get back inside through the back door by getting my daughter to open it, as i had locked the front door on purpose.

I never told anyone, i think, that but it was quite a sight all those vans and all these military and some President Obama look alike.

My first instinct was to lock my door and close it. Having only a phone it was easy to text or call her.

But instead the President Obama was all uh no what you mean you locked your keys,in the door?

And he told me to,text her and i was all ok so i text "help me please, unlock the front door it's been all a mistake"

But i didn't send it. In my mind i was all text is like write. He said text but not send

I was on challenge to this dude "Hello i am the American President, is Sabrina home"

Uhh. No the President shoukd know 2 people live here and what we look like before he just shows up knocking. Nope noooope nope. I am not home. "Yes, how" door lock activated and first step outside the door "may i help you?" Door slams shut.

I mean he knew i hadn't sent it. Some dude with a laptop was right there and all. It was a literal on my porch war with the fucking President, in my mind, who was getting to,my daughter first.

"This is the stand off. Mr President, sir!!"

"Would you look at her, ready to attack me"

"Look here, her twin brother predicted it. She doesn't know you and You just arrived on her porch like a God send but she is looking at you like a wolf who has stolen her babies and instead to steal more"

If a war can be spoken with facial expressions, I won.

"Okay what else do i need to know"

"The name of the game is who can get in the house first. Ready set go!"

"Dont send the text message. What ever you do. I got everything under control here" dude had no clue, he was the enemy.

I already hit send as soon as,he said Go like,those Chinese crazy,games you gotta go through obstacle courses... Yeah I was already winning. I'm all getting cheers just at the very end, could i make it???

My breath is a fucking war. Obama is belting out commands but all i can hear is my own breathing but all i needed was the tiny rattle of the lock of the door knob.

I heard the dead bolt lock me out "SHIT!" Then it unlocked "OH MY GOD, YES!!" "Now one more please baby come on"

Obama turned to the laptop guy to see whst the Hell i was on about because Matt had said that was our only tool and brain and i was staring at my screen praying. "Idk sir, all I heard--"

"CHEATA!!" I flew past Obama and stood in front of the door that my daughter not only unlocked but also turned the knob to crack it open so i just had to push it all the way.

I covered the doorway by spreading my arms out "MINE"

"Its locked anyway" obama turned away, the boys heifted out the air conditioner at the same time. I spun all ballerina and shut the door and locked it, bent over at the window and said "hiiii" the military dude peeking in, fell into my house onto the floor cause i had him straight fucked up.

"Could you put the air conditioner back in please?"

The bewildered Military dude, secret service was all "if you tell me how you did that"

"Mothers instinct, maybe"

"Well, I'll put it back in anyway"

"But could you do it from the outside? I want to see if you could. Thank you"

He obliged and i locked myself in the house. Until they called Matt and asked how to get me out to talk. He said "call her cell phone"

So they did and i saw Obama out the window. "Stand on one leg" i said while unlocking the door as silent as possible (I randomly practice) "like a flamingo"

"Is this how a flamingo stands? His head turned away from my house, so i slipped out and held the door knob behind me,not all the way closed but it looked like it.. But I could push it back in and escape.

Secret service turned around in shock "how did she...."

I won. When you surprise secret service at least 2x in less than 10 minutes... You win. Especially when everyone on the porch's jaw drops open.

"5 out of 5. I guess i won this place. Yall can close your mouths now"

Obama does not like to lose. I think especially to a girl.

"Oh you'll get used to it. Watxh the video"

So they watched the video and all and the most shocked secret service had figured out how i knew when to go in but said it wss all shocking the same. The other one doing the heavy lifting hadn't noticed anything.

And Obama was so mad

"And yes Obama that was the flamingo"

"Alright, I'm done here, let's go. We will talk to the coty and see if they can stay here and we will get something sanctioned. Come on Abu, lets get you to a hotel"

"Uhm, really?!!? But no i want to know why first or i let them out the van and the first one that dies is you" replied an ecstatic Abu.

"I know I'm not about to die I tell you what" I muttered under my breath "and there's just two of us here and one is a kid"

"No, i want to know we will be free and you will not send us back to Iraq. Then, i will go with you"

"Oh Abu that paperwork is already being processed"

I still didn't know whst was going on but this dude all up on the President with a heavy accent all 'bitch i aint doing shit, yo' i was all dam that was way sexier than I ever expected to see on the porch of my house.

My face was on a new war, winning this young stud. I don't know who could tell but i think he could.

The observant secret service said for me not to continue to drool but I was all okay I'll stare dreamily. Total sexual harassment out my face. And Abu was not going to resist apprehension. And his pants were becoming to small at the waist.

So all these secret services and the President all just sat there and watched the young stud gain a boner and i heard the front door open.

I threw the white flag, my kid didn't need to see that. Oh but Abu was not done with the war, being at the far end of the porch, furthest away from me, he threw jealousy down.

Now Today 10 and half years later he doesnt bother to open any door to his house for me.

Anyways. So Jeremiah had agreed the year before that if i could outwit the secret service somehow in under 25 minutes then every one could be set free. But it had ti be the secret service and it had to be 21-24 minutes for everyone in Iraq and for everyone in the vans. At 25 minutes, no one. And under 21 minutes anyone already set free including the vans.

1400 had already been released on escaping terms and 5000 remained in the cells.

I had to beat amnesia to get the rest out. At least 3 pregnancies and finding my mom at her location.

So I did it.

All those greedy selfish people i had to yell at at the NHRA. I had to. I worked every single day. Every single day to repair my brain 99% on my own. It had to be 85% not including legal drugs.

Even the Queen agreed but stated she must be dead before any press releases could be stated about her involvement. And i had to pick her successor.

So yay!!! I did it under 12 years.

But also I wish I could done it sooner.

I fought every single day.

Every single day. My mind wss on my mind.

No matter what it took. I always felt that. It was the most important thing in the world. An urgency that took over my entire being.

God gave me great pain so i was unable,to leave my bed so i could focus and break all barriers and do it even without his help.

I even became suicidal, homicidal, crazy feeling, all sorts of horrible things

Yet I cannot compare it to the intensity of being kidnapped and broken. Tortured nearly constantly. And having to work for a slave labor.

In words it seems the same. But in my still somewhat broken mind i dont see it that way.

Because what I did was break free. And i see these people in shackles. Giving up as i did multiple times. But bot just giving up for a day or week while still looking and,grasping. But i see people who lost hope.

How coils they not? I know i would, just keep my head down and work, stay out of trouble and try the best i can to keep shelter over my head and food in my belly and have,the faith that that would work to,keep,me,alive another day.

Again, in words, it sounds almost the same. But i had a job I picked,a house I picked, my own child, a car.

I had freedom. I had freedom to stop, i had freedom to quit. I could do anything in the world I wanted. And no one could stop me, beat me, or anything.

I had full control over my life and it's contents. Over what i ate or didn't n wheere i got it from.

So,while on paper it sounds as though our struggles are the same, the struggles of the human trafficking victims and their families do not compare; theirs are much greater.

Doing what i did on my own the way i have. It has brought extreme advancement to the medical community.

But when I look at the sea of faces, my heart and mind connect and tell me, it is not over. My eyes tell me, what you have suffered, they will, too.

And I know i can't take that pain they will have in the future away. It hurts my heart to know what I've gone through, mentally, in my life and know they Likley will as well.

But I just hope and pray that we are different enough, the human trafficking victims and I that they will have the happiness I have sought for myself and my own daughter.

And when i do, i see people hugging, i see people holding each other through some of the toughest best times of their lives. I see people together.

And i know, im likely an over protective mother, seeing all these people as her babies with all the last instructions about not forgetting to turn off the stove, or turning the pot handles in so you don't accidentally hit it and waste your food if you dont have a dog or a small child dumping boiling water on their heads.

Its not like sending them to college... Its like sending them home.

Homes that .... I've lived in nearly 40 houses. And None were the same. Except the constant battles and abuse from relatives that weren't mine.

That is why i am so thankful to London for sparing DNA kits that have been administered to all victims and will be administered to families all over the world. ASAP

Abu for hiding away Money and buying things for celebrations.

The governments for really listening, finally and helping all these families.

I know this is the first stage and so much more needs to be done. But as I put my head down to work, I know it will. Get done.

Because I've worked too hard,for too long for it to stop now.

Abu reminds me how i had a fear od public speaking. How i refused to fight. Others tell me how I was mute for years.

I came from nothing. And we're not throwing these victims out a plane without a parachute.

I've always known everyday my work wasn't just for me. It went beyond me. Beyond any thing i could see.

Know i know why

So twin matt splice this up into this,mornings email and then snoopy add this song.

VA contact my dad. He still,needs to pack. I probably have to repack my kid for warm weather clothes.

We got shit to do. What yall sitting looking at me for?

Add nickleback far,away and photograph. Doug has,these practiced so snoop sings along and alter some slight phases like the demand to stop breathing.

Wanted you to say to "stay" Steph also knows the words.

Photograph add in "when I get home" between the lines like how we do Rudolph the red nose reindeer. Batman wheels and all that. ... Will the school throw me out? No.

So,Snoop pick you want the songs or the add ins., I wanna push you to meet the tone of the songs original way to sing it So that it's US understanding the victims pain.

Then the victims reassure us woth the add ins that every thing will be okay.

So ALL the victims ...

"Criminal records broke 2x" a haha from the band then a repeated haha from the crowd so a repeated chord from Doug or jist a pause. His choice.

Should I try to go back and graduate "we ARE Free to CHOOSE"

"Wouldn't let me back in" go online!

......

Abu, Matthew. Hondo. Gherie, you already know. But some of you all need to understand "Far Away" from nickleback.

It was written for you.

Many songs were thanks to my great influence in the 90s on the music industry.

Thank you

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maroondreamgirl · 6 years

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My life as A Swiftie 💕

Hi there!! I'm gonna talk about my life as a Swiftie. My name is Diyana but you can call me Anna and I'm from Malaysia. I've been a Swiftie since 2009 in which that I was 10 when I become a Swiftie. My first Taylor Swift's song was Love Story and then I started to love all of her songs and everything until today. But throughtout those times, I never had a chance to meet her at all. She had once did her Red Tour here and I didnt even get a chance to go to her concert. All these years I can just listen to her songs and look at all of her pictures from my phone and laptop screens and feeling so happy just looking at those things from a far. Sometimes i feel envy over some people who can go to her concerts and enjoy to watch her live and everything. I just wish that i could too 😔 after her Red Tour, she didn't come and visit Malaysia anymore for 1989 Tour ☹ in Malaysia, it is so hard to find a merch store that sells alot of taylor swift's merchs so me, even as her big fan, didnt have any of her merchs accept her 1989 polaroids which I printed them myself using photo papers.

To be honest I didnt even have any of her physical albums. I just listen to all of her songs on itunes and just stream them all. Taylor inspired me so much through her music and she is one of the reasons why I still survived in this world. I just hope that someday I can meet you but if that's too much to ask, I just hope that you notice me and know that Malaysia is exists hahahaha. There are so many international artists that skipped Malaysia for their tours so i hope you wont and i wish that one day when I have a lot of money, and you decided to do your concert here, i will be there. I love you taylor swift 💕💕💕

I just wanna say that even tho you dont have any of her albums and merchs and everything, doesnt mean that it makes you less than a Swiftie. Keep on wishing and hoping and everything's gonna be alright. To @taylorswift , i love you so much and i hope you know that you've inspired me to write and inspired me to do all things as long as it makes me happy. I hope you notice me and know that a fan like me who doesnt have any of your albums and merchs is exists and i feel so proud to call myself a Swiftie 💖 i really hope that yall can do me a favour and tag my angel @taylorswift so she can actually notice me and it would mean a lot to me 😭😭😭😭

P/S; I REALLY WANT TO BUY REPUTATION MEGAZINE BUT ITS TOO EXPENSIVE HERE AND PLUS, IT IS SO HARD TO FIND THE STORE THAT SELLS ANY OF TAYLOR SWIFT'S REPUTATION MAGAZINES HERE *crying so hard*

@taylorswift @taylorswift @taylorswift @taylorswift @taylorswift

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