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26, 58 and 61 for ethan x mc please? like angst in the beginning but fluff in the end. thanks!! i love your fanfics btw i read it like 100 times and i can’t seem to get over it.

Aww thanks anon ☺️ and thank you for the ask ❤️❤️

You can find the prompt list here.

#26-“Are you angry…?”

#58-“Where have you been?!”

#61-“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that, you can look after yourself…I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.” this prompt is in the form of a text message

Author's note: okay anon I know you wanted a fluffy ending BUT, I decided to write it as a continuation to Hard for me i.e the prompt in which people demanded asked for a part 2

So forgive me for the ending

Word count: 1.2K

Warning: none, it's just angsty as hell

Cry for me

The next one week was painful.

Ethan's confession in the lift had left Leah in a flux of emotions. On one hand she was joyous that he returned her feelings and that he was all in.

But on the other hand she felt gut wrenching guilt which slowly started eating away at her sanity. She was in a relationship with Bryce. She had a freaking boyfriend but that still didn't stop her from pining for Ethan.

She was so lost in her thoughts half the times, zoning in and out of conversations. Bryce could see something bothering her so he slowly formulating a plan to cheer her up.

"Hey Princess?" Bryce asked as they drove to the hospital.

Leah snapped her head towards Bryce. "Yeah?"

“Are you angry…? Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not, queen B!" I am angry with myself and the world.

"I just... Can't see you so down and lost. You know you can talk to me, right?"

I don't think I can talk about how I am completely and utterly in love with my boss and the fact that he returns the sentiments.

"Yap I know. It's just been a stressful week, y'know?"

"What if we have a movie night today? We can eat junk food and laugh on trashy movies?" Bryce spoke up as they got out of the car.

"That's exactly the thing I need. Thank you Bryce." Leah smiled at him and wrapped her arm around his waist, giving him a side hug.

Bryce gave her a breathtaking smile and wrapped his arms around her. "Anything for you Leah."

As they stood there, with their arms around each other in the parking lot, Leah failed to notice a pair of stormy blue eyes burning into her back.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- After changing into her scrubs and grabbing a coffee from the coffee cart, Leah made her way towards Ethan's office. June and Baz were sitting and drinking coffee, pouring over the charts while Ethan wrote on the whiteboard.

"Good morning team." Leah greeted them with a smile.

"Good morning, Leah!"

"Good morning, Dr. Garcia."

"You are late. Where have you been?"

Leah's eyes snapped to the clock above the whiteboard.

8:00 am.

"I was getting the charts. And I am not late. We start the meeting at 8am." Leah said as she placed her laptop and coffee on the table.

"Dr. Garcia, this is not your 9 to 5 corporate job where you enter and leave at a given time. You are a doctor and time should cease to exist because our patient's life is in the palm of our hands. Every minute you spend wasting time, that much is cut from our patient's life. Have you forgotten your Hippocrates oath?"

Leah wanted to answer back, but she bit her tongue. NOT worth it Leah, calm down.

So clenching her jaw and swallowing down the humiliation, she responded in a curt voice. "Yes Doctor."

"Tardiness in not acceptable. Is that clear?"

Baz interrupted, trying to diffuse the situation. "Ethan she wasn't even that lat-"

Cutting Baz off, his icy eyes bored into her angry hazel ones. "Dr. Garcia, am I clear?"

"Crystal." Leah spoke up, glaring at Ethan.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- And that's how the entire day continued. When working the case they were like a well oiled machine but outside in the hallways, they would glare at each other as if they wanted to kill each other.

The tension between Ethan was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. They butted heads throughout the duration of the shift that even the staff noticed.

Leah felt like a ticking time bomb, threatening to explode. Anger, frustration and pain is a very dangerous cocktail together, and now she had all of them whirling inside her like a tornado.

I'm gonna fucking confront him. That son of a bitch has it coming. Leah thought to herself, her teeth grinding.

So when she saw Ethan head towards the stairwell, she followed him.

"Dr. Ramsey, wait up."

"If it isn't patient related, don't bother me."

Leah rushed after him and grabbed him by his elbow with incredible strength, causing him to stop and turn towards her.

"What has gotten over you Ethan?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." He crossed his arms and stood there, towering over her.

"You are a smart guy. Acting dumb doesn't suit you. Now, let's try again, what has happened that has made you so pissed with me?"

"Rookie, I'm not mad at you."

"Yes you are!! You said Rookie in B flat and that only happens when I have royally pissed you off. And last time I checked I haven't done anything wrong-"

"What you did wrong, was crash into my life. What you did wrong, was try to cheer me up on a bad day. What you did wrong, was comfort me in my pain. What you did wrong was have faith in me when I was in doubt. What you did wrong, was make me fall for you."

Leah's jaw dropped. What sort of backhanded compliment was that? Clearing her throat and squashing the butterflies in her stomach, she spoke. "Ethan you can't say things like this to me."

"Why not? It's the truth. I like you way too much for my liking." He said in a low voice.

Leah threw her hands in the air. "Because, I am in a freaking relationship! You had your chance and you blew it. Don't Gove me mixed feelings now."

"I-"

"No now you will listen. You pushed me away. You said that you wanted space. You wanted my professional development. You wanted things to go back to normal. This is the new normal, okay? Accept it."

For a first time in a very long time, he looked helpless and guilty. "I was so wrong sunshine..."

Leah stuffed her hands in her coat and looked down at her lavender converse. She was at a complete loss of words. If things would have been easier she would have kissed him and hugged the sadness out of him.

But life is complicated. And everything has a price.

"So that's it huh? So..." Gulping Ethan continued, "You are over me?"

Silence.

Her brain was screaming at her to say yes and to move on from the angsty and painful chapter of her life. But she could not get herself to say it.

"If things were not as fucked up as they were... Do you think we would be a thing?"

Sighing she patted his arm. "I think you are smart enough to figure that out."

Leah side stepped him and climbed down the steps and opened the door of the stairwell to find Bryce standing there, a deer caught in the headlight expression on his face.

Leah greeted him, curiosity laced in her voice. "H..hey?"

Bryce immediately turned and started walking away fast.

"Bryce wait up."

This is some deja vu.

Bryce stopped and turned towards her, pain shining in his eyes. "Is it true?"

"What?"

"That you have feelings for Dr. Ramsey."

Shit shit shit. An alarm went on in her brain which caused her to freeze up.

"I-" Leah started but she was interrupted.

"I heard everything."

Leah took a deep breath. Cat’s out of the bag. No point denying it. "Please don't jump to conclusions. I-" her pager beeped, signalling that a VIP patient had arrived and she sighed.

"I need to go now. I will talk to you tonight. Please don't do anything rash. I beg you."

Without saying a word, Bryce shrugged and walked away.

Why is does it feel like the two important men of my life walked away from me in a span of 2 minutes?

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It was nine in the night and Leah was finally done with her rounds. Wearing her jeans and jumper, she tied her hair long black locks into a messy bun and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Letting out a breath, she gave herself a pep talk. Okay Leah... You have to make a decision. You are not Hannah Montana. You can't have the best of both worl-

Her phone pinged, interrupting her. She picked it up to see that it was a text from Ethan.

Letting out a sigh, she picked up her messenger bag and walked out of the hospital, only one thing running in her head.

Who do I listen to? My head thats telling me that Ethan will hurt me again and that Bryce is better? Or my heart which tells me that Ethan is my one shot at true love?

It was painful to write this

Also the last part got 88 notes so lets get this to 90 notes so that I have motivation to write part 3 heheheheh

what do you think will happen in the next part?

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lovemalecforever · 3 years

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Chapter 9

A Little bit of Happiness and Little bit of Chaos

The warmth of the afternoon sun fell on Magnus' face breaking his beauty sleep. He stirred then woke up and sat on his bed. He looked around and saw the time on his ancient yet still working alarm clock, it was around 12 in the afternoon. 'Shit! How did I... ' then he remembered his morning patch up session with Alec and falling asleep in his arms. He sighed then looked down at his wedding ring, played with it a little, going deep in thoughts for some time. He was about to get out of the bed when his eyes fell upon a note kept under the alarm clock. He picked it up and quickly opened it, it was Alec's handwriting.

Morning sleepyhead, I hope you didn't wake up with the stupid nightmare again, if you did, remember I'm just a phone call away, you can portal me home whenever you want. I made breakfast for you before leaving, I know you didn't have dinner last night. Eat and inform me that you did. I'll be waiting for your call. I love you, Magnus Lightwood Bane.

Husband♡

Magnus looked at the note, his fingers gently stroking over the words written on them, feeling the texture of the paper. A tiny smile formed on his lips. He kept the note in the drawer of the side table and went to the bathroom to get freshen up.

After taking a quick shower and getting freshen up, he went to the kitchen. When he reached there, he saw a plate which had scrambled eggs, two sliced bacon, butter toast, a bowl of few diced fruits and a glass of orange juice placed near it. He sighed softly, his heart melted over this small gesture. Just as he was about to eat it, his phone buzzed loudly. He saw the caller ID, it was Alec, he picked it up quickly.

"Hey Alexander, I saw what you did. I appreciate it, but it wasn't needed!"

Alec sighed in relief, which Magnus clearly heard, confused as to why he was stressed.

"I swear Magnus Lightwood Bane, you scared the hell out of me! I thought you had the nightmare again and wasn't telling me, I was about to head back home! Why didn't you call me when I asked you to!?"

Magnus was confused at first but then he remembered the note. He sighed.

"Oh! I.. just woke up and saw the note and the breakfast. I.. didn't eat it yet!" He confessed, then continued. "But.. what got you so scared? I'm completely fine. Relax!"

"Are you kidding me! Magnus, check your damn phone!"

Magnus checked his phone, he had 5 missed calls from Alec and some texts asking if he had breakfast or if he was fine, or if he needed him home. He gulped nervously.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Alexander. I just woke up and I'm fine, don't worry."

"Don't worry? Mags, it's afternoon. You slept for that long when you hate oversleeping! Are you okay? did you-"

"Hey, calm down, Alexander! I'm fine. On the contrary, I slept peacefully as I didn't do much sleeping last nig-" He regretted immediately what he just said, mentally cursing himself.

Alec wasn't shocked or surprised by this as he himself didn't. He was worried about him the whole time. He knew that this needed to be fixed and he knew exactly how.

"Meet me in my office immediately!" He said in his all authoritative tone.

"A.. Alexander!?" Magnus was now nervous and guilty that he has him all worried and upset while he's working.

"In my office! Now! And I'm not saying it again!" With that, he hung up the call.

Magnus gulped, he quickly stored all the breakfast in the fridge with the help of his magic, then went to the bedroom.

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When Alec hung up the call, he quickly cleared his table which was covered with books related to Kasper Windermere he was researching about, and shoved them into the lower compartment of his desk, aware that Magnus can come at any moment.

Within a minute a portal opened up in the center of his office and Magnus stepped out of it, looking all scared and guilty. Alec stood from his chair, walked towards his husband, and looked at him sternly.

"Alexander! Hey, I didn't mean to scare you, look I'm completely fine, you don't have to be worr-" he was cut by Alec's soft lips around his own. He was surprised at first, but then kissed him back making it more passionate.

Alec broke the kiss after some time. "Shut up!"

"You already made me!"

Alec glared at him. Magnus gulped, then looked away.

"W..Why did you call? Something important?"

"Yes, it is. I want you to go on a lunch date with me!" He said in a flat tone.

Magnus looked at him jaw-dropped, unable to say anything.

Alec suppressed his smile, wanting to play it for a longer time but then decided against it.

"Magnus, I'm free for an hour so I thought we could have lunch together, I know a good restaurant which Izzy told me about and I'm aware you're all stressed up, and to be honest so am I. With what happened yesterday... I think we both need to spend some time together." He looked at him with a soft smile.

Magnus sighed. "You had me scared Alexander!"

"Payback for scaring me like that!" Alec smirked.

Magnus shook his head at him. "I have no words... "

Alec then offered his hands to him. "I'm free for an hour only, so shall we?"

Magnus took his hands and kissed him softly. "Okay!"

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They reached the restaurant within a few minutes. The restaurant was constructed beautifully; it had themed interiors and was cold and cozy.

"It's beautiful!" Magnus confessed.

"Wait till you eat the food!" Alec said with an excited tone.

Magnus looked at him with a soft smile. They then walked towards the corner end of the restaurant away from all the crowd, took their seat, and ordered their lunch. Within ten minutes their food arrived.

"The food is really good!" Magnus said with a mouthful of his food.

"I knew you'd like it!"

Magnus looked at him then moved his hand towards his and intertwined their fingers, Alec rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand gently. They sat in comfortable silence eating their food when Magnus decided to speak up.

"Alexander, I'm really sorry about yesterday, I shouldn't have-"

"Magnus! It's not about what happened, it's about you, seeing you like that.. it reminded me of when you lost your magic and it concerns me. If there's something bothering you, please talk to me. I'm not forcing you to, but please, know that I'm here for you, I'm here to listen, whenever you want."

Magnus looked at him teary-eyed. 'I don't think I can Alexander. With what I was going to do, breaking our marriage, the thought coming to my mind, again and again, I don't think I can ever tell you about it and it's better that I keep it to myself.' he thought to himself, then nodded at him.

"I know Alexander, but I'm fine. Please, don't worry about me. I.. I know those nightmares are getting the best of me, but I'm trying not to get affected by them and-"

"And failing! Right?"

Magnus sighed and looked away.

"Hey, look at me!" Alec said softly.

Magnus looked at him, tears pooling on the edge of his eyes. Alec squeezed his hand gently.

"Magnus, I know what happened had scared you, it left bitter memories for me as well but know that I'm not planning on leaving you anytime soon. I'm here with you and I'm going to be. I love you, Magnus."

"I love you too, Alexander. And thank you, I know you're saying it to comfort me and well, it worked a little but I know I need to be prepared, my husband is a Shadowhunter and I'm immortal. It's never going to.." he trailed off.

Alec squeezed his hands gently and rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand. 'That's where you're wrong, Mags. I can see the pain in your eyes right now, just a few more days then we can be together forever.' he thought to himself.

"Then let's make the most of it instead of fighting or.." he cleared his throat. Magnus understood what he meant.

"I agree, and I'm trying. It's just.."

"You don't need to stress on it, Magnus. Just remember that I'm there for you."

Magnus sighed, then nodded. "Alexander?"

"Yeah!"

"I.. I don't feel like working today, can.. can't you take your day off and we can spend the day together!" Magnus looked at him pleadingly.

Alec was about to respond when his phone buzzed. He quickly checked it.

• Found the spell. But it's complicated. Are you sure about it, Alec? -Cat •

• With Magnus. Will be at your apartment at 4. -Alec •

"Alexander!? What is it?"

Alec sighed. He was happy about the fact that they finally found the complete spell but he couldn't show it when Magnus was sitting right in front of him.

"Work!" He said trying to sound disappointed.

"Oh!" Magnus said flatly. The look of disappointment clearly visible in his eyes.

"Mags, you know I would love to spend the day with you but this can't be avoided, it's important."

"I understand, go do your work." He said in a sad tone.

"Hey, I'm sorry but I'll try to come home early."

Magnus just nodded at him.

"Let's finish our lunch then, I still have some free time left." He said trying to lighten the mood.

They finished their food, paid the bill, and left the restaurant. They walked their way towards the Institute. When they finally reached there, Magnus created a portal to head back home.

"Hey, Mags!"

"Yeah!"

Alec walked towards him and kissed him passionately. "No drinking behind my back, if I see you like that ever again, I swear it won't be good for you!"

Magnus gulped. "Noted! Now go do work, I'll wait for you at home."

With that Magnus left for home and Alec went to the institute, waiting for the time to pass sooner so he can reach Catarina's apartment and know the findings.

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Catarina was standing next to her coffee table, the book kept open on the table waiting for Alec to come when the doorbell ranged. She waved her hands and opened the door with her magic.

Alec walked in and went towards the coffee table where Catarina was standing.

"Hey Cat!" He gave her a side hug.

"Hey! What's with you? You don't look good."

"It's not me, it's Magnus! He's.. " he trailed off, then looked at her.

She looked at him wide-eyed. "Magnus? Now, what is it?"

Alec sighed then told her about everything that happened since last night till their lunch date of the present day.

"He's not doing well and I can clearly see it, I just want the days to pass by sooner so I can tell him everything and see happiness in those eyes again."

"I can't believe this! He's not even telling me anything. Once everything will be out in the open, I'm gonna kick Bane's ass badly and you're not stopping me from doing it!" She said in a warning tone.

Alec laughed slightly at her remark. "I won't, don't worry, instead I'll enjoy it, he deserves that much! So, what did you find?"

Catarina looked at him then sighed and shook her head. "Look for yourself."

She waved her hands towards the open book kept on the table. Alec turned the book towards him then started reading.

The spell that turned Kasper into a literal angel is known as an immortality spell; the rarest spell ever known but it's not easy to find that spell as it's provided by an angel her/himself.

"You're kidding me! Right!? There has to be a way to find that spell!" Alec said in an irritated voice.

Catarina looked at him with disbelief. "You're really stubborn Alec Lightwood Bane! Well, no and yes both. As I've already told you, it's really complicated."

She turned a few pages of the book searching for something when she finally found it, she turned the book towards Alec. "Read for yourself!"

Alec gave her a confusing look then started reading.

*The means to get immortality spell-

To obtain the immortality spell the person needs to go under a procedure.

"A procedure?" Alec asked, confused.

"Alec! First, read it completely, then ask your questions!" She said with an annoyed voice.

"Okay! Okay! Sorry."

First, they need to find someone who has a direct connection to an angel meaning a person who has pure angel blood running in their veins. Once they find the person they have to tell them about their wish to become an angel/immortal, and request them to communicate with the angel and let the angel know his/her intentions for becoming immortal. Once the angel is convinced that the person is pure and can handle being an immortal, the angel will provide the immortality spell to the person who has their blood running in their veins.

Once this procedure is completed go to the extract where the next procedure is mentioned.

"Where is the further procedure?" Alec said, turning the pages.

"Woah! Hey, slow down! How are you going to find a person who has pu-"

"Clary!" He said in a rushed tone.

"What!? Clarissa Fairchild? She has-"

"Yes, of Angel Ithuriel's!"

[A/N: for this story pretend that angel Ithuriel never died, instead, he just got hurt badly but healed afterward.]

Catarina sighed and looked at him with utter disbelief.

"Cat! Please help me with this!" Alec waved his hand towards the book.

She waved her fingers and opened the page where the next procedure was written. "Go ahead!"

Alec looked at the book where the next procedure was written.

Once the immortality spell is provided by the angel, the angel will provide another spell which will be needed to be performed on his blood, meaning the blood of the person who has his blood in their veins. The person having the angel blood has to pour their blood in a pure copper glass, then the spell provided by the angel has to be performed on it and it should be kept under the moonlight until it turns golden white. The person who wishes to turn immortal has to drink this blood at an early stage of dawn and has to be in-between nature. The immortality spell has to be performed simultaneously when the person is drinking the blood, and an immortality rune is engraved right above the heart of the person. The warlock performing the spell has to be trustworthy to the person, powerful, and of the opposite gender to the person becoming immortal. Once the person becomes immortal there are few precautions which have to be taken. >After performing the spell, the person has to stay away from everyone; at least for a day and be around nature until their powers are completely awakened. > The person can't get physical/intimate with anyone till the full moon; especially with a downworlder.

Alec sighed with relief, a wide smile on his face but also of slight disappointment. "So, I can't get intimate with Magnus! Really!"

Cat shot a look at him. "Is that all you're concerned about? Really Alec!? Can you do everything that's mentioned here? Plus-"

"Cat! I already told you I want this, not just for Magnus but for myself as well; and I don't find any obstacle with the procedure. It's Clary who can help me with this, I know I have to drink her blood, but that's fine, I'll do it. And the warlock is standing right in front of me! Please Cat!" He looked at her pleadingly.

Cat sighed. She was so awestruck by the man's determination standing in front of her.

"Fine! But we need to leave for New York then if you wish to do it."

Alec nodded. "I'll inform Izzy then and.. " he trailed off, something dawned over him, changing his expressions completely.

"Now what happened?"

Alec looked at her. "Magnus! We will both be gone for a few days. If something.. " he closed his eyes. The thought of leaving Magnus in the condition he is right now scaring him to his core.

Catarina understood what he meant. "Alec! He'll be fine, don't worry. When we have everything we need for the spell I don't think it's gonna be more than two days. He's Magnus, he'll be fine."

Alec looked at her with slight relief and nodded. "Then let's head to New York tomorrow morning itself!"

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angelicmichael · 4 years

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Imminient Annihilation Sounds so Dope, Chapter Six

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Pure Madison and Micheal content. They decide what to do after the whole fiasco with Micheals soulmate. There is implied smut in this near the end of the chapter!! This chapter is also another MICHEALS POV chapter so keep that in mind when reading!! This chapter is also incredibly angsty.. basically this chapter is just showing how soft and whipped Micheal is for Madison lmaoo

Words: 3.3k+

A/N: If you read this fic on AO3 then you know I’m literally just copying and pasting my chapter summaries lmao. Anyways, likes and reblogs always appreciated and let me know if you wanna be on the tag list!!

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Your typical morning routine consisted of you waking up around 7 or 8 am, checking your email to see if anyone from the cooperative contacted you, and then carrying on with your day. However, your mornings were looking really different lately.

Over the past two days, you let yourself wake up naturally - or if you heard Madison stir or wake up first you would wake up too. It was nice to let the rays of the sun and chirping of the birds naturally lead you out of slumber, not to be awakening by your deafening alarm clock or feel groggy from over sleeping.

However the circumstances you were now in weren’t too nice though. Waking up was probably the nicest part of your day, sadly. Cherishing the fact that your girlfriend was even still alive would be another highlight of your day.

After you got your bearings together after that night that you had met your soulmate in person, you contacted the cooperative and told them you would need a couple days of a break - without any contact during the break what so ever. Yesterday was the last day of no contact. Today, in a couple hours actually, you would be meeting Jeff and Mutt to get a matience update on Ms. Mead which would be your introduction back into working with the cooperative.

However, you still had a couple hours left until you had to leave Madison. After waking up naturally a couple minutes ago, you lay in Madison’s bed.. trying to get the motivation to actually open your eyes and wake up.

After the events that had occurred two days ago you basically had moved in with Madison, sure it wasn’t official but you were here 24/7. She never asked you to stay but she didn’t have too, you knew it was the right thing to do. And even by reading her mind you knew it was what she (not so secretly) wanted you to do.

After she nearly died you felt insanely guilty. If it wasn’t for you having all of these fucking soulmate issues she wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place. But you knew there was no way for you to predict what happened.

When you met your soulmate, you were supposed to get to the house to meet her before Madison did. The whole point was for you two to arrive at the same time, or atleast you to show up first so that you both could ambush your soulmate at the same time but obvisouly that didn’t happen.

Everything that could’ve gone wrong, did go wrong. Of course your soulmate wasn’t supposed to have such strong powers either. You knew she had powers but when you switched with her and you were in her body, her powers weren’t strong at all. She only had two powers that you were aware of which were fire and the ability to bring people back from the dead. but then she showed up a couple days ago and apparently had even more advanced powers than you did? You were beyond baffled and so fucking angry. Angry that her powers grew so fast and angry that you didn’t pick up on it somehow. How could you have made mistake like this? You couldn’t help but blame yourself for not knowing about your soulmates powers, and than having Madison pay the price for it.

Unpredictability was a characteristic that you despised of the most. Not being able to predict someone made you feel helpless and out of control. You supposed the feeling of wanting to be in control came from the lack of control you felt while growing up. The situations you were put in and the hatred your family felt about you were totally out of your control. And now, you were really starting to feel out of control once again.

You’ve never met anyone who your powers didn’t work on and you honestly never thought that you would.. That’s why you felt so baffled on what to do now. You first had your suspicions about your powers not working on her when you saw her on the porch a couple nights ago.

The first thing you did when you met someone was read their mind. Sometimes it was a conscious act, sometimes not. However, when you met your soulmate you weren’t able to read her mind. No thoughts of hers filled your mind when you looked into her eyes, only your own thoughts seemed to echo in your ears.

You should’ve known then but you wrote that off as maybe one power of yours being defective. However, when you tried to kill her your suspicions became true.

At first you felt stupid for thinking you would be able to take her out so easily. Then you figured it was probably impossible to kill your own soulmate, even if you did hate them. Now you would just have to wait for the apocalypse to take her out you supposed, since she seemed to be invincible towards you. However that felt wrong. It felt wrong to just wait out her death, you felt even more angry and vengeful towards her more than ever that she fucked with Madison. You felt it would only be right if you were the one to take her last breath from her, not some generic bomb that would take out the entire population as well. You wanted to see the life leave her eyes, you wanted to see her be tortured and cry and writhe in pain in her last moments on earth. No one hurt your girlfriend and got away with it, the bitch had to pay. Actions have consequences after all. You just had to find a new way to make this happen but you knew if there was a will there was a way.

She could block your powers, yes. That was a fact but if you physically attacked her? Like with your fists? There’s no way she could be immune to that if you actually manually killed her with your own two hands.

It’s not like you couldn’t choke someone out, hell, you did it to your own grandma and nearly killed her in the process.. You guess that was the plan then. It seemed simple enough, easy even. Almost too easy. You felt stupid for returning back to L.A if you were just going back to Lousiana but you knew that the choice to come back was necessary. Madison needed time to rest, even though you healed her pretty much instantly after the incident happened.

You finally stretched in your bed. Or Madison’s bed, actually. Your arm wandered over to the left side of the bed where Madison typically resided, your hand reaching out for her to pull her close to you - but she wasn’t there. Instead your hand only felt the semi cold bed sheets and your stomach dropped. Where was she?

In normal circumstances you wouldn’t be so irrational and think the worst but after knowing that someone existed who was stronger than you, you were a little on edge.

Sitting up straight so quickly on the bed made you slightly light headed, but you quickly focused instead on trying to hear her thoughts. If Madison was still in her apartment or atleast in close proximity, you would be able to hear her thoughts.. and you did. You didn’t bother listening to exactly what they were, you just heard them - like a slight buzzing or humming noise.. like a swarm of insects almost. You got out of the bed and decided to check the kitchen first, the door to the master bathroom was empty and obvisouly vacated.

The smell of coffee started to grow stronger as you approached the kitchen. The wooden floors nearly stung your feet with how cold they are - as you were barefoot. In fact, the only garments you happened to be wearing was a pair of tight fitting black boxers.

Then when you turned the corner into the kitchen you saw her. You smirked, she was nearly naked. She wore ‘clothes’ (if you could even call them that) that matched yours. She sported only a tight black bra and matching black underwear, with a white sheer robe that was thrown over that was very loosely and lazily tied around the waist - a pathetic attempt in your opionion to remain modest. I mean after all, you did have neighbors. Madison lived in the city in a apartment with so many windows you even bother to count them all.

She didn’t even notice you when you came into the kitchen. She close to the sink, looking over the city through one of the big windows with a mug in hand. Moodily sipping.

That was when you started to notice that something was off. Off with Madison. Something was wrong, very, very wrong. Madison was never the type to get up at 8 or 9 in the morning and make coffee and then - do whatever the hell she was doing now. Drinking coffee and looking at the view? Who was this? It certainly wasn’t the Madison you grew to know and love.

As of late, She always slept in until 11 or noon, and then she would try her best to convince you to stay in bed with her all day and take care of her.. And you had no problem doing so - in fact you were the one who insisted on watching her since you felt so guilty. It was your fault she got hurt in the first place. It was just.. very unsettling to see her like this.

You slowly approached her silently until you were just a couple steps behind her. You even stopped breathing to avoid making your presence known.

“Darling”?

You spoke. Your voice cut into the crisp morning air like a knife. Madison jumped nearly a foot, letting go of the coffee cup but mere seconds before it hit the ground - you were able to catch it with your magic and put it safely on the kitchen island counter. Thank god for your cat like reflexes your father graced you with. The coffee was defintly spilled on the floor though.. Dammit.

Madison whipped around,

“Fucking shit Micheal”.

Her arms folded over her chest. Her eyes looked tired, they were rimmed with dark circles and there was residue from mascara under her eyes. You wonder if she got any sleep last night at all... you thought she got sleep last night since you slept next to her but perhaps not. The expression on her face was more than just being tired though. Her face held some other expression that you couldn’t exactly put your finger on.

“what are you doing up this early? Are you okay”?

You asked. You were expecting some kind of sarcastic rebuttal, or atleast for her to roll her eyes but she did neither of those things. Instead she briefly looked at her nails, licked her lips and tried to not meet your gaze. She was nervous, that was easy to tell. You were about to open your mouth again to try and pursuade her to communicate with you but she beat you to it this time.

“Ever since.. that situation happened, I’ve been having nightmares Micheal. Horrible nightmares, and if it’s not nightmares than it’s insomnia but you haven’t even noticed have you? You’ve been so fucking distant lately-“!

You felt as if a rug was pulled out from under you. Feelings of anger and confusion started to rise within you and it was starting to get hard to control yourself. You’ve always had zero patience when it came to other people blaming you or getting upset with you.

“What are you talking about? You’ve been my number one priority Madison. I put the cooperative on hold once again, and now for the second time the end times are being put off for you-“

You started but Madison cut you off, she was now nearly screaming. Her voice rang throughout the apartment - shrill and sharp.

“No Micheal! I have never been your priority. Do you really want me to start listing people who are a bigger priority to you than me? Because it’s nearly fucking everyone”.

The anger you felt, first in your chest and now starting to spread throughout your body was getting harder and harder for you to control. You knew that you didn’t want to hurt Madison, but it was starting to become difficult to really convince yourself of that. You could feel your shoulders and your jaw tense up, your hands were clenched into tight fists as your teeth gritted together. When you spoke it came out as a hiss.

“Madison. Everything I’m doing is for you, it’s for us. The whole point of trying to end the fucking world is so that we can live a better life without having to deal with all of this bullshit. The fact that you can’t recognize that is fucking alarming, to say the least”.

You swallowed and crossed your arms, and tried to shake out the tension you felt by rolling your shoulders back. Madison sighed and frowned. She walked closer to you and put her hand on your shoulder.

That was another thing you loved about Madison. She wasn’t scared of you. You knew that was the only reason why Jeff and Mutt, and most others, listened and obeyed your every command. It was more than just respect, they feared you. You knew within a split second you could obliterate their soul - like they never exsisted. Madison knew this and yet she didn’t cower. She wasn’t afraid to tell you no, it made her unique. It made her stand out.

“I know that, Hun. It’s just.. that’s not it. That’s not the point I’m trying to make here”.

She said and she paused and stared at you. Her eyes narrowed, she seemed deep in thought - as if she was trying to find the right words to say. Easily you could read her mind and just find out what she was trying to say but out of respect for her and this situation, you chose not too.

“Micheal.. Ever since.. you switched you’ve been different. Your close with me physically but your distant. You’ve been depressed and I think we both know how to solve this problem, we just don’t like the answer”.

The anger you felt washed away once you heard those words. It was replaced with fear, worry and abondenment. That one thing you fucking feared the most, probably more than death or even disappointing your father - being abondend again. You couldn’t take it - you couldn’t. Tears started to prick at your eyes and you hated yourself for it. You hated being weak. You could feel yourself shaking ever so slightly, and Madison having her hand on your shoulder still, felt you shaking.

She brought you in for a hug, her skin was cold but it was still a comforting gesture. You felt her lips softly kiss your cheek and then she whispered into your ear,

“This isn’t goodbye, I would never do that to you. I would never leave you Micheal”.

She parted from your hug just so she could make eye contact as she spoke. You felt a stab in your heart as you saw her eyes were wet, she was crying. Something that was extremly uncharacteristic of her.

“But we need to take a step back. At least for now because you need to figure this thing out with her. I can’t stand to see you so distant and depressed Micheal, you need to see her and atleast try to have some kind of relationship with her. Whether that’s friendship or dating, that’s up to you but you need to try. I’ll always be here for you”.

You felt yourself start to breath faster and faster as you shook your head, in total disbelief. There was no way what she was saying was real, there had to be some other way.

“No. No, There has to be some other way Madison. I have a new plan to try to kill her, we don’t have to use magic”.

You pleaded, your voice sounded strange from you being upset. You wiped away your tears with the back of your hand as you sniffled. If it was anyone else other than Madison (or perhaps Ms. Mead) you would have killed them on the spot for allowing them to see you cry. No one saw you cry. Execpt Madison.

Madison shook her head at your response.

“Micheal, we both know that’s not a option and that’s not going to work. The fucking bitch can seem to block your powers, I’m sure she would find some way to defy death even if you did choke her out”.

She grabbed a pack of ciggerates from the island counter and took a ciggerate, and with the wave of her hand lit it. She took a hit and slowly exhaled and then continued talking,

“Trust me, I want that cunt dead just as much as you do but.. I also know you Micheal. And I want you to be happy and as much as I’ll be jealous, she’s what you need right now”.

As soon as you felt a tear slip onto your cheek, you moved in to kiss her. Hard. Of course you took the ciggerate away from her first though. You put both of your hands on the side of her face as you first felt her freeze, then quickly melt into the kiss as she swiftly crossed her hands over the back of your neck.

Your intentions were to give her one last good kiss but this was quickly turning into more. One kiss turned into two and before you knew it you full blown making out. Tongue and everything. The kiss was sloppy and full of emotion, too much emotion than you liked. You pulled away, partially to get a breath and partially to talk to her. You moved your hands from her face but her hands still lingered on you, not letting you go.

“Madison I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care if she’s my soulmate. I want you, your all I need”.

You pleaded. Your swollen lips made it difficult to talk.

“Less talking, more kissing”.

Madison growled, and pulled you in for another kiss. You lifted her up by grabbing the back of her legs and having her jump so that you could put her on top of the kitchen island. She scooter back so that she could lay down and pulled you on top of her. you heard the coffee cup you placed ealier on the island hit the ground and shatter but you didn’t care. The ciggerates along with many other belongings were also now on the floor as well but lust was now starting to consume you and cloud your judgement to the point where you just didn’t fucking care. The only thing you cared about was making Madison the happiest woman in the world, currently.

After seeing Jeff and Mutt and letting them know all future cooperative meetings would be done via zoom, you returned back to your penthouse. You thought briefly about going back to Madison’s apartment to get your things but if what she said was true then you would be able to get your stuff back anytime.. At least you hoped. You tried to not think too much about that.

But right now you sat in your home that was currently lit by candles - you were prepping to talk with your father to hopefully get some insight about this situation.

You had your laptop in front of you that you just booked a one way flight to Lousiana with that would be leaving tonight. Here goes nothing.

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#imminient annihilation sounds so dope #michael x reader #my fic #my works #michael langdon x reader #ahs

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suckitsurveys · 4 years

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Ready to answer 151 Questions? No.

1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? Last week. I am extremely grateful to have access to a pool this summer. It’s at my sister’s mother in law’s. She lets my sister and her daughters use it while she’s at work and I tag along too. 2. Do you like to party? I love throwing parties. Not like, huge drunk ragers, but bday parties are my specialty. 3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? I’ve been social distancing myself from them for almost 10 years, so. 4. Are you a virgin? Nope. 5. What are your parents views on your relationships? My dad likes Mark.

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I am married to my crush. 7. Is your best friend dating anyone? One is. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? It’s an olive green shirt with the Route 66 logo on it. 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I really don’t care. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I do that 99.99% of the time. 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On myself? My stomach. 12. Would people describe you as happy? Not currently. 13. Are you single? Nope. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Nah. 15. Do you have Tumblr? I really only use it for this, which I also haven’t done in a while either.

16. What about Xanga? Aww, RIP Xanga. 17. Have you ever babysat before? Yes. 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate? Most of my college professors. 19. Ever shopped at Sephora? I think I’ve been in one before? 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do? I mean, I’d be pretty shocked and hurt. 21. Do you have any university plans? Lol. 22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do? Support her? 23. What are your views on sex? Be safe! Always get consent! 24. Do sexual questions bother you? No. 25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up? Uh, what? 26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding? Yeah. 27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’? Yeah, I don’t see too much of it anymore. 28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook? Yes. 29. Would you ever date a friends Ex? I did that once oops. 30. What’s the last book you read? I’m still working on a couple. 31. Ready for 10 simple questions? Sure. 32. What is your last name? No. 33. What grade are you in? No. 34. What school do you go to? No. 35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring? Summer and early fall. 36. Favorite Color? Purples and blues. 37. Are your parents together? My father is widowed. 38. Any siblings? I have an older sister. 39. Favorite subject? Eh.

40. Least favorite subject? Eh. 41. Favorite song? I could never just choose one. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 200 something. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? Probably. 45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yeah. 46. Have a Formspring? No. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Take them and sell them :P 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Waterpark. Ughhhhhhhhh I miss waterparks so much. It’s so weird to not be going this summer. 49. Been to Disney world? Nope. 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Sounds like one of those things where people post a random status from a list of things that will likely get people’s attention and whoever comments on it is privately sent said list of thing and they then choose something to post as their status and so on. That was a popular game thing on Facebook years ago. <---Yeah, that. 51. Ever had a boyfriend? Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? I doubt Will Arnett knows I’m in love with him. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? No. 54. Ever drank alcohol? Yes. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Yeah. 56. Ever watched The Hills? No. 57. What about Jersey Shore? Yes. 58. Ever called someone a slut? I’ve said that jokingly to friends. 59. What do you think of short shorts? You do you. 60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? Nope. 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? Yes. 62. What about a B? Yes. 63. And a C? Yes. 64. How about a D? Yeah. 65. Ever skived? What’s that? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? I’d say somewhere in the middle. I had friends, but I wasn’t “popular” by any means. 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? Most are older. 68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yes. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? Oops. 70. Ever watched porn? Yes. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month? I drove with out a seat belt (for a few blocks) and jay walked oops. 72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? On work days, yes. 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Wednesdays. 74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join? No. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? No. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? I’ve always had a special bond with my dad. I love my mom, but we butt heads a lot when I was a teenager. I feel like our bond was getting stronger just before she died and I’m really sad we don’t get to know each other as we got older. 78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? Nooo. I have zero talent. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Will Arnett, Paul Rudd, John Mulaney, Andy Samberg, Ezra Koenig 82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Aubrey Plaza, Alison Brie, Lana Del Rey, Alia Shawkat, Kat Dennings 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity? Ha, no. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? No. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? Idk what that is in US dollars but I don’t usually buy lip gloss, so. 86. Are you opinionated? I can be. 87. Do you have a favorite store? Sure. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? I used to in grade school. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? I have one pair of “boyfriend” jeans that I don’t really like. 90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? Hello, pandemic? 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school? I don’t know. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? I don’t care? 94. Own a pair of converse? Yes. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? There was. 96. If yes, are you one of them? Never. 97. Do you text in class? I have. 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? Target. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” Fuck that shit. “Plus” implies that there is a standard size. 100. Do you want to lose weight? I’d like to be healthier. 101. Ever seen a therapist? No, but I should. 102. Ever watched porn? You asked me this. 103. Ever purposely ignored a text? Yes. 104. A facebook message? Yes. 105. A poke? I always ignored those. That was a dumb feature Facebook had. 106. A friend request? Yeah. I don’t accept a request from anyone I don’t know, but I have it set up where you can’t add me unless you are friends with someone I am friends with. 107. Would you say you read into things too much? Yepppp. 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? I don’t know. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) Eh. 110. Ever been called a bully? No. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? Yes. 112. Ever gone to church? I went to a Lutheran high school and we used to have “chapel” every first full school day of the week (usually mondays). That was kind of a church service. And one time I spent the night at a friends house on a Saturday and was blindsided the next morning when her parents were like “okay time for church!” 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? Absolutely not! 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? Yes and no. 115. What do you want to do with your life? Lol.

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? My roots right now are basically a really dirty blonde. And my tips were black but they are pretty brown right now. And hair inbetween is mint green lol. Pandemic hair ftw. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I’ll probably be Princess Carolyn again. Or just a bat, since I have both of those costumes. 118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? With my nieces, but we probably won’t be able to go this year :( 119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities. 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus? Yes. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? I have. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? Yeah. 123. What’s the last movie you watched? Oh god, it’s been a while. I Love You Man, I think? 124. Last TV Show? Property Brothers, lol. 125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? They wouldn’t. 126. Ever been called a whore? Jokingly. 127. Are you american? Yes. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? Yeah. 129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? Uh huh. 130. Are you Cute or Gross? Yes. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? No one has said that to me in a very long time. I don’t recall being bothered by it, though. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like? Um, yes? Why couldn’t I? 133. Ever had the lead in a play? Not the lead, no. 134. What about a solo in a concert? Nope. 135. What kind of a student are you? I did okay in grade and high school. 136. Worst subject? All of college. 137. Best subject? Not college. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? Yeah. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? Seeing as she’s dead, yeah, a little. 140. How late do you sleep in? On work days I sleep until the absolutely last minute, right before we are supposed to check in for a daily meeting at 7:10am, lol. And on weekends or days off I normally don’t sleep past 10. 141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them? A little. I brighten up my face and smooth it out. Sue me. 142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? All my friends are beautiful in their own ways. 143. Do you believe in love? Yes. 144. Would you consider yourself a good student? Didn’t you ask this? 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” It just seems kinda pointless cause they likely won’t see it. 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy? Yes. 147. Are you going into High School this year? Nooooo. Thank goodness. I did my time and graduated over 10 years ago. 148. What about Junior High? Omg, no. I’m old. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry? Ugh, anything. 150. Where did you find this note? @lovemesomesurveys 151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? None.

#surveys #quarantine

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softwrite · 5 years

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the little things

❦ pairing; husband!yoongi x wife!reader

❦ genre; basically just tooth rotting fluff, a lil bit of friendly nagging, slightly stressed out yoongi, cutesy, lovey dovey & soft shit :)

❦ wc; 5k

❦ summary; yoongi, having been a bit stressed out recently from working on his new project for his job, is barely able to find time to spend with you as of late. not being the one to let this put a strain on your relationship, you determinedly set out to find something to bring the two of you together for this valentine’s day.

a/n; happy valentine’s day! mwah, i love u yoongi. i had a lot of fun writing this & it didn’t take very long at all lol, i love this sm i hope u guys like it!

Something wasn’t right.

This was the first thought that popped into your brain upon returning to the living realm.

Scrunching your eyes together, you hesitantly peeled your eyelids open, revealing your tired eyes to the world. Taking in the familiar surroundings of your shared bedroom, you attempted to figure out what felt so off in your sleep that had awoken you.

Scanning the room with your squinty eyes, the warm sunlight that bathed the rather spacious bedroom caused portions of your face to seem as if it was glowing, setting the room with a yellow hue and caressing the bedsheets that were currently wrapped around your smooth legs. Your hair laid across your shoulders, masking the side of your face that you hadn’t slept on while your pupils landed on the opposite part of the bed, realizing what had felt so wrong.

Your husband, Yoongi, currently was not in bed like he usually was at this hour.

Perhaps thinking that you miscalculated the time, you rolled over onto your other side, stretching your arm out in front of you in order to bring your pink alarm clock closer to you.

The time read 9:27 AM.

For you, this was a quite normal time to be up and about. However, for Yoongi, this was almost an alternate reality. You were usually the one to wake him up closer to noon with a delicious breakfast and a kiss on the cheek.

How dare he ruin your routine. If he wasn’t in bed, where else could he be?

Questioning the situation for a moment, you decided it would be best to get up as well in order to figure out the whereabouts of your husband. Grasping hold of the silky sheets that were currently painted with the soft oranges, yellows, and pinks of the morning sun presently beaming through your perfectly clear window which was adjacent to your queen sized bed, you began to get up.

Eyeing the lack of clothes on the floor on the side which Yoongi slept on, you decided that he hadn’t of changed if he had woken up before you. Pursing your lips together in a firm, suspicious yet confused line, you continued your usual schedule of getting yourself ready to start the day.

Heading to the bathroom, you took a brief shower, patting your steamed body with a dry, fluffy towel, standing in front of the foggy cabinet like mirror after you had finished. As you began to dress yourself, the mirror began to gradually return to normal, revealing your now clean form with a faint smile adorning your face.

Tossing the slightly damp towel into the hamper lodged into the corner of the white tiled bathroom, you leaned forwards, gripping the single knob built into the mirror, pulling it open to glimpse inside for your toothbrush and toothpaste. As you nudged the other necessities like medicine and combs out of the way, you thoughtfully eyed your husband’s own toothbrush contently placed beside your own, being held up by a cute, pure white hollowed out chubby cat with pink blushing cheeks painted onto it.

It was a gift you had gotten him for your 3rd year anniversary of being married, and you’d never forget the look of annoyance on his face despite being able to tell he appreciated it with the fond kiss he had placed upon your head afterwards, along with a shy ‘thank you, sweetheart,’ slipping from between his lips.

After cleansing your teeth, you delicately wiped your mouth with the hand towel resting against the edge of the large white sink. Clearing your throat, you stepped out of the bathroom, humming a soft, unnamed tune under your now minty fresh breath. Making your way out of your bedroom, you entered the hallway which led towards the main part of your owned home, the living room connected to the kitchen as well as the dining room.

Upon entering the living room, you glanced over the long dark bar that stretched across the wall that divided the living room and the kitchen area, awaiting to find your lost husband.

However, he was nowhere to be found.

Becoming slightly frustrated, you thought to yourself for a moment, trying to figure out where on Earth he could be. It’s the weekend, so he shouldn’t be at work at the moment, he doesn’t have any company dinners, and he never told you about any plans with his rowdy bunch of friends. What other options are there?

As you continued thinking quietly within the living area of your house, you paused, a loud yet muffled thud attracting your attention from further down the separate hallway. Twisting your head around in surprise at the unexpected sound, you blinked, an idea manifesting within your brain.

“Oh my gosh, no he didn’t,” you huffed, already beginning to feel a snarky comment bubble within your throat at the possibility of your assumptions being true.

Marching down the hall, your bare feet softly echoed against the hardwood floors, barely reverberating against the pale eggshell walls that were occasionally presented with bright yellow streaks due to the windows that lined the left side wall. Quickly stopping your motions in front of another wooden door, you immediately curled your small palm around the golden knob, pushing open the door with abruptness in order to enter the room.

Entering inside, you frowned at what laid before you in knowingness and disappointment.

Min Yoongi, your beloved husband, had fallen asleep on his desk inside his office, for the seemingly millionth time.

However, what wasn’t so shocking, was the fact that he was still asleep.

Crossing your arms against your chest, your oversized beige t-shirt folded under your movements, the hem reaching your thighs. Jerking your hip out to the side in a sassy like way, you observed your husband’s hunched over form, his tufts of pale hair mostly visible as he sprawled across the large mahogany colored desk.

What you had heard earlier, the thud, was a large folder stuffed full with thick papers, scribbles slightly visible along the sides where Yoongi had taken notes or written valuable information down, that had fell on the floor. All of the papers somehow remained within the folder, so you didn’t have to worry about picking any of them up, but you were surprised that the sound hadn’t woken him up, considering it was quite heavy and had hit the floor rather abruptly.

Rolling your eyes, you maneuvered over to him, his faint breathing making its way into your attentive eardrums as you neared him, his shoulders gently weighing up and down every few seconds. He was apparently in a deep sleep, which is why he barely reacted to the loud echo of the booklet falling onto the wooden floors.

Hovering beside him, his features were utterly relaxed, his short eyelashes brushing against the top portions of his cheeks as they moved slightly beneath his closed eyelids. With the short strands of his nearly white hair almost completely blocking his eyes from view, you couldn’t help the faint smile that passed over your lips as you eyed your husband’s peaceful aura in the early morning hours.

Remaining silent, you considered something for a moment.

Valentine’s Day was today, so you knew you were already planning on doing something special with your husband for the lovely holiday, but you weren’t exactly sure of what. You figured you would have time to conjure up some sort of plan considering you knew he would be sleeping in rather late like usual, so to say you freaked out a bit when you didn’t find him beside you this morning was an understatement. Though, now that you knew where he actually was, you decided you were going to surprise him with something a little different than your usual gifts.

Making sure not to make any sudden noises, despite knowing that the possibility of Yoongi waking up is slim, you snuck back out of the room, a wide, sneaky grin enveloping your features as you slipped between the crack of the door, gently sealing it shut behind you once more. The soft sounds of Yoongi’s snores being the last thing you heard as you headed to the main entrance of your home, giddily applying your comfortable slippers to your feet.

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Having taken your personal car out into the city, by the time you reached your destination, you carefully glanced at the digital clock built into the front portion of your car, nerves lighting up within your body.

10:19 A.M. Hopefully by the time you got back, Yoongi will still be asleep, but by the looks of what kept him from coming to bed last night, you were assuming it would be a while until he officially woke up.

Appreciating your husband’s habits of sleeping like a hibernating warm-blooded animal, you lift yourself out of the driver’s seat of your vehicle, slamming the door shut behind your exiting frame. Making sure to properly lock the doors, you took a glance around, the heated yet comforting rays of the morning sun shone down on your body, illuminating your happy presence within the area as you witnessed several other people as well as couples roaming the sidewalks of the downtown like area.

Walking around the nose of your car, you headed down the street, passing by multiple people whom you weren’t associated with, though you easily and confidently presented them with kind smiles as they walked beside you, eventually becoming lost in the groups of people once more behind you.

None of these occasional occurrences deterred you from your task, though, not even the thought of your husband becoming angry with you for what you’re about to do.

Eventually reaching the corner of the sidewalk where it split off to the crosswalk to the left and the sharp turn to the right, you happily eyed the big, cursive letters which were written on the top of the shop before you.

Hopeful Pets.

You couldn’t wipe the excited grin that was stretching across your lips. Hurriedly entering inside, you pushed open the see-through door with the palm of your right hand, your left holding onto the leather straps of your purse which hung off your left shoulder.

The jingling of the bell that was attached to the top of the door filled the small shop, alerting the owner and those who worked there to your presence, along with the bundles of joy that were scattered throughout the store, hoping for someone to adopt them and take them home.

And that, is what you’re here to do.

Taking small steps around the pet store, you eyed the multitudes of animals that were separated in glass boxes, those of the same breed and type contained in the same ones for organization as well as making the viewing process easier.

As you browsed, you giggled occasionally at the small animals that climbed atop of each in thrill at the sight of a human observing them from the other side of the glass. You happily twiddled your fingers at the animals as you walked by before a familiar voice gained your attention from across the shop where the front desk was located.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” A nasally yet overly happy voice greeted you by your name, causing you to lift your hand upwards in another waving like motion.

“Hey Hobi! I may or may not be here to surprise a Mr. Yoongi when he wakes up from his deep sleep back home,” you informed your good friend, Jung Hoseok.

Hoseok was someone who you and Yoongi have known since you were all in highschool, so when he learned about your current sneaky behavior, he wasn’t in the least bit surprised.

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so, Y/N,” he laughed, rolling his eyes in a playful motion as he moved around the edge of the clean, granite counter. “What type are you looking for?”

“I’m hoping to find a cute little puppy. I don’t really care so much about the breed, but I know Yoongi likes smaller dogs. I guess I should take his opinion into consideration even though this is almost entirely self-indulgent,” you joked, adjusting your bag upon your shoulder as you slouched, waiting where you were as Hoseok made his way over to you.

“Gotcha gotcha,” he hummed, eventually standing beside you with a thoughtful look placed on his sharp, long features. As Hobi looked around, eyeing the handfuls of dogs they offered at his store to see which one would fit you two the most.

However, as he continued searching, your eyes followed along the rows of cages and boxes that contained the precious creatures, their squeaks and meows surrounding you, a sight before you entirely lured you in the minute your eyes landed on the ball of fluff.

Curled up on the slightly messy glass floor of the box, a slightly bigger pup with fluffy dark black and gray fur slept peacefully by itself, its face squished together because of its baby fat. It’s chest rose and fell a bit unevenly due to its puppy heart racing in its sleep, but you felt like it had snatched your own heart right out of your chest.

“Oh my gosh, who is this baby!” You squealed, leaning closer to inspect the sweet thing, your hands reaching upwards to lightly press against the smooth surface of the glass.

Having heard your high pitched voice from afar, Hoseok quickly made his way back over to your location, eyeing your state as you observed the puppy fast asleep despite your closely observing being. He couldn’t help the small chuckle that emitted from his chest as he leaned in as well, getting a good look at the dog.

“That breed is a Keeshond. They’re a bit of a medium sized dog, would that be okay?” He questioned, flickering his dark eyes over to your stargazed features in order to compare the dog’s information with your previously made requests.

“I don’t even care oh my god, look at the baby. Please, I need it, Hoseok,” you begged, spinning on your heel and dramatically leaning towards your best friend, whining almost like a child. “It’s even sleeping like Yoongi,” you added with a laugh present in you voice.

Grinning, Hoseok nodded, guiding your feet in the direction of the counter in order to gather the paperwork for you to fill out in order to officially adopt the little guy.

While you stood at the granite surface, filling in the required blanks with your correct information, Hoseok had gone back in order to gather the puppy in his arms, placing its slightly stirring body in a small crate that you were allowed to take with you, free of charge.

After finishing the form, you double checked the written words before scooting it towards the other side of the counter, placing the borrowed black ink pen back into its holder on the desk. “Done!” You announced excitedly, looking over your shoulder just in time to see Hoseok gather food and toy supplies for your sleeping puppy.

“This will probably last you about two weeks,” he stated regarding the dog food, continuing to hold it within his arms. “I’ll help you load it into your car outside,” he offered, a large eye smile gathering on his features.

“Thanks Hobi!” You breathed out appreciatively, glad for his help.

Having already paid the proper amount you owed for the dog, you made your way outside with Hoseok, making sure to hold the door open for him as you held the puppy’s crate, while he carried its supplies to your parked car just a bit down the street.

Carefully holding onto the black handle as well as the bottom of the cage in your arms, you happily peeked at the still sleeping puppy on the inside, its features scrunched together in slight discomfort at the small jostling your body made as you stood at the curb.

Barely able to contain your excitement to bring the guy home, your cheeks nearly hurt due to your actions in smiling so much in just the past hour.

“Welp, you’re all set!” Hoseok naturally shouted, the palms of his large, bony hands smacking together in a dusting off motion, causing you to shrink back and yell at him in a whispered rush.

“Hobi! You’re gonna wake him up, you doofus!” You teased, though a slight seriousness laced into your tone due to wanting the puppy to remain silent until you reached your home.

Wincing, Hoseok ran an embarrassed hand through his light brown fluffy hair, the stiff strands directly falling back onto his forehead. “Sorry,” he whispered back, eyeing the puppy squeak within its sleep, rolling over onto its back.

Eventually, Hoseok opened the passenger door for you, aiding you in placing the puppy crate within the seat beside your own, securely buckling it in so it doesn’t slide around while you drive.

“Alright, now go get ‘em! Please I beg of you take a video of whatever you’re going to do and send it to me. I’ll come by after work later to check up on you guys,” he giggled, his eyes creasing at the corners in contained excitement at the idea of helping you in messing with his friend.

“Of course Hobi. Again, thanks so much!” You cheered, wiggling your fists in a giddy motion, blowing him a quick, friendly kiss before climbing back into your car, starting the vehicle as you possibly can.

As you began to drive away from the cutesy pet store, the sun shone brightly to the side of your car, shining down on your hood and causing bright beams of yellow light to disperse throughout your vehicle. Glancing upwards, the faint figure of Hoseok giving you a thumbs up in the distance is the final sight you see of him as you made your way home where your unsuspecting husband, Min Yoongi, awaited you.

You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

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As you pulled into the driveway, your tires squeaked against the concrete, causing the previously quiet puppy to become alerted within its crate. Cursing under your breath as you heard it begin to move around in it’s small space, you quickly parked the car, switching off the engine and opening your side door.

Stepping out of the car, you headed over to the other side, gently picking up the cage in your arms, making sure to have a complete hold of it in order not drop the puppy inside. Deciding to gather its supplies in the trunk after you had woken up Yoongi, you take out the key to your house out of your purse, fumbling with the keys in your dominant hand while holding the, thankfully lighter, crate with the other.

Eventually opening the front door, you quietly stepped into the house, peering around the entrance to make sure Yoongi was nowhere in sight and hopefully still asleep in his office.

You wouldn’t want to spoil his surprise so early.

Shutting the door behind your figure, you scurried into the center of the living room, placing the black and now rattling cage due to the puppy’s movements onto the carpeted floor. Surrounding you were two sofas as well as a single lounge chair, so the puppy would have a hard time escaping your sights without completely leaving the room, which you were glad for.

Yoongi would kill you if you let the puppy have an accident in the house in the first few minutes of it being here.

As you snapped open the latch of the cage, pulling the gridded door open in order for the squishy thing to step out, you patiently leaned back on the heels of your feet, bringing your knees upwards to press against your chest with a suppressed grin present on your lips. You were trying to keep your cool so you wouldn’t freak out the little guy, but you were barely keeping it together.

As you sat there, letting the puppy take its time and walk out of its crate on its own time, you began to think to yourself within the living room, eyeing the mass of dark fur beginning to sniff the open air.

“So, Hobi said you were a boy, but I’m not really sure if I should wait to name you or do it now,” you hummed quietly, tilting your head at the precious creature in interest as you watched it begin to tumble out of the crate, almost tripping over its own chubby paws.

Chuckling under your breath, you extended a hand outwards to let it get acquainted with your scent as well as your presence.

“Huh, little guy? What do you think? Do you think I should go ahead and name you so Mr. Min can’t take you back? I should guilt him into this, yeah? You’re a smart guy, buddy,” you mumbled, easily dangling your small hand to let the sweet thing sniff at your fingers.

As you veered off into your own thoughts, trying to conjure up some names you could use, you barely registered the sound of another voice in the room until your own name passed through your eardrums.

“..Y/N, please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did,” A deep and groggy familiar voice entered the room.

Peering over your shoulder at your tired, barely awake husband, you grinned, tossing your hair over your shoulder while your other hand remained outstretched towards the curious puppy. “What ever do you mean, honey?”

“We literally had this conversation a month ago about how we couldn’t afford to have a puppy right now, Y/N,” he grunted, discontentedly eyeing the bundle of fur currently nibbling on the tip of your finger.

“Well, don’t worry about it, I got a discount because of Hobi!” You informed excitedly, your eyes shining with joy as you awaited your husband to become just as excited as you are. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen as quickly as you’d liked it to.

“Y/N, please, I don’t want to deal with this the minute I wake up. I just want to drink some coffee,” he sighed out, using both of his large hands to drag across his now obviously exhausted features.

Frowning, you watched as your husband made his way into the kitchen, his bare feet padding along the transitioning wooden and tiled floors as he began to make his usual coffee, the sounds of the boiling water filling the home as you silently sat by yourself on the floor with the puppy.

You needed to push harder.

Getting up, you cradled the now comfortable and excited fluff in your arms, heading in the direction of the long cushioned sofa situated in front of the television screen. Seating yourself down, your tilted lips remained the same as you awaited Yoongi’s actions in sitting down with you in the living room.

Eventually, the familiar sound of his feet heading in your direction registered, causing you to look up and eye his slouched frame, though you could tell from his stance that his shoulders were tense from sleeping in that awkward position on his desk all night long. As he sat next to you, slightly at a distance due to his dislike for the unexpected presence of the puppy, his lips remained pursed, occasionally sipping from his personal coffee mug, eyeing the blank screen of the TV.

“Yooooongi,” you whined, scooting your frame closer to his side of the couch, raising the tone of your voice, carefully picking up the puppy in your lap and bringing him with you. “Your son wants to meet you and you’re being very rude right now,” you pouted.

Huffing, Yoongi briefly glanced at the dark ball of fur within your arms, now licking at the flesh of your bare arm in a repetitive manner. However, he almost immediately looked forwards once more - stubborn.

Grunting, you persisted, raising the puppy upwards, purposefully bringing it next to his pale features. A large grin adorned your lips as you witnessed the puppy momentarily pause to sniff at the unknown human before immediately beginning to drag its tongue against his cheek.

Almost instinctively, Yoongi grunted, flinging his head in the opposite direction in annoyance and surprise. “What the hell, Y/N,” he whined right back, switching his hands that he held his mug with in order to wipe at his now wet cheek with the back of his hand.

“He loves you! Love him back!” You pushed, bringing the puppy even closer and shoving its squished features against your husband’s causing his whiskers to brush against his own face and tickle his skin.

Trying his best to avoid the unwanted attention, Yoongi protected his face with his hands, crying out in desperation for relief. “Babe, please! I just woke up. I had a very long night last night working on this project for work and I just want to start off my day with my coffee, not some stupid puppy,” he replied rather harshly, causing you to pull back in surprise.

You hadn’t realized how stressed out he must be.

“..I-I’m sorry, Yoongi, I thought-,” you attempted to reply, unable to contain the slight upset lingering in your tone due to your inconsiderate actions. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you for Valentine’s Day,” you mumbled, an apology lacing your voice as you lowered your head, causing the puppy to begin licking at your nose as you brought it closer to the center of your body.

Hearing a sigh from your right, your husband glanced up at the ceiling as he calmed down from his light and brief outburst. “No, babe, I’m sorry. Shit, I totally didn’t even realize it was already Valentine’s Day. I was trying to get my work done early so I could only spend time with you,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in a frustrated manner, though his shoulders visibly sagged as he leaned backwards into the couch.

Peeking upwards at Yoongi from your peripheral vision, you acknowledged his apology, causing a small smile to twitch at the corner of your lips. “It’s okay, I’m sorry too. I really should have asked if this was okay and if you wanted to go out instead,” you breathed out, both of your non-confrontational personalities mixing together.

“Let him kiss it better!” You suggested, bringing the puppy forward once more, its pink tongue excitedly drooping out of its mouth as it observed your husband with its precious tail wiggling back and forth.

Yoongi arched a single eyebrow, now lazily gazing at the fur ball. “I’m not letting that thing anywhere near -,” he began, though you beat him to it before he could finish his negative words, forcing the dog onto his face once more, causing it to immediately begin attacking him in puppy kisses.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you under all that fur!” You laughed, your high pitched sounds echoing within the house as you leaned against your suffering husband, his whines muffled slightly under the chest fur that was currently shoved against his mouth.

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Hours later, just a bit after you had decided to cook a homemade dinner for the two of you, Yoongi was currently in the living room spending time with your new puppy, though it was a bit silent, so you weren’t entirely sure if he was actually doing what you suggested.

However, as you quietly cleaned up the kitchen, having already put away the dishes, your eyes perked up at the sound of a faint knocking against your front door several feet away from your current position. Wiping your hands against the towel you had placed onto the marble counter, your gradually began to make your way towards the door, gripping onto the handle and hesitantly peeking around the corner, making out who stood on the other side to be none other than Hoseok.

“Oh, there you are,” you greeted your friend, fully opening the door for him to enter inside your humble abode, him being rather familiar with the layout. As he stepped inside, you quietly shut it behind you, following behind him as he neared the kitchen where the remnant scents of your dinner was.

“You never sent me that video I asked for earlier, so I hope everything went okay,” he commented, facing you momentarily before eyeing the area in confusion. “Where’s Yoongi? He’s not still asleep in his office, is he?” He asked, though you could tell he was joking by the large smile stretched across his face as well as his eyes shining with amusement.

“No,” you laughed, pointing in the direction of the living room with your pointer finger. “He’s in there with the dog. We still haven’t named him yet, maybe you want to help?” You offered, causing his eyebrows to shoot upwards in excitement.

“Hell yeah I want to help!” He choked out, hurriedly guiding his feet in the direction of the living room.

Passing through the threshold of the living room, you peered around the corner, only to abruptly pause at the sight, standing directly beside Hoseok who’s features were filled with extreme amounts of amusement. “Well, look what we have here, Mr. Min and Min Jr,” he mused.

Sprawled along the couch, your husband laid with his back down, his white, soft hair ruffled against his forehead with a small, dark ball of fur curled up against the crook of his neck - the puppy.

The two curled up together warmed your heart, completely forgetting about the previous dislike Yoongi had stated for the dog. Their breathing was almost entirely together, their eyes fluttering together as they were deep in sleep, Yoongi’s large hands settling on top of his chest.

“Looks like your boys are getting along,” Hoseok joked beside you, though you barely heard him as you took in the adorable sight with a warm smile coating your lips.

You liked the sound of that, you thought.

Your boys.

Maybe this little Valentine’s Day surprise wasn’t so bad after all.

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a-beautifulday2savelives · 4 years

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Keep my heart somewhere drugs don’t go. Where the sunshine slows, always keep me close... *Jimmy Eat World

October has notoriously been hard for me... especially the end of it. And then one year you walked into my Starbucks... just showed up in my life... on the very last day of September. I don’t remember how this particular conversation started, but I remember you asking me what I wanted to do. We had made plans to finally hang out... it was going to be on October 30th. I told you anything other than drink. That was the one day a year I refused to consume any alcohol. We didn’t make it until October 30th. In fact, by the 29th, you were already mine. That was the only October in 9 years that didn’t completely break my heart.

This year was better than last year. I didn’t torture myself and go see you. I’m sure that had something to do with it. Despite that, the 30th rolled around, and like clockwork, tears ran down my face.

I wonder what my life would look like if there were no drugs. What if I had all those people back? What if you had never shoved a needle in your arm? What if he had never gotten in that car? What if he had never swallowed all those pills? What would my world look like if all that pain was taken away?

You see... the thing is... some really horrid things happened to me. I remind myself of them when I’m feeling myself drifting back towards wanting to let them in again.

But the truth is... when I think about October, I think about frozen pizzas and cheddar broccoli sitting on the living room floor. I think about bickering over which loofa was better and that night you fell in the shower yelling “Jake and bake!” I think about peach tea and salted caramel white mochas. I think about you telling me I looked “fly” when I finally bought my very own pair of joggers. I think about blaring Taylor, or Biebs, or Johnny, or Post Malone in the car... and that dance I used to watch you do while you drove. I think about falling asleep in your arms... and waking up to that damn alarm clock. Those cats sure did boogie. I think about mornings at the ice rink and that time I lost my drivers license. I think about the fur babies, and how many nicknames we gave them... and how excited you used to be telling everyone that they all had a minimum of two names. I think about those strawberry pancakes and that cream cheese you loved so much. I think about all those evenings we spent watching episodes, convinced we were going to turn out like Jack and Rebecca, Meredith and Derek, or Hailey and Nathan. I think about our photos on the wall above the tv, and the jar I made for Valentine’s day. I think about watching every hockey game curled up on your chest or screaming “The Penguins are on the Power Ball power play!” in the arena. I think about that photo of us walking out of the arena. I think about you spinning in circles incredibly upset because of your sunburn itch. I think about you calling me “baby girl”... and maybe “brat” too. I think about that afternoon you put yellow rose pedals all over the living room. I think about all the notes you used to leave for me to find when I came home from work. I think about listening to Atlas when one of us had had a particularly rough day. I think about the fact that despite it all, I finally knew what it felt like to have “a person.”

My heart has been touched in ways I never knew it could be. I considered myself one of the lucky ones. I’m not sure if that will ever happen to me again. Part of me wonders how it could even be possible to feel that way about someone again. On the other hand, another part of me knows I refuse to accept anything less should there ever be someone new.

The last few Octobers have been hard having to remember losing both of them. Last October damn near wrecked me... but I refused to be that broken this time around. I wanted to do something special... something “happy.” So - in the most “me” like fashion I could, I went and got a tattoo. On October 30th this year, I inked the 17th tattoo into my skin. I put a sun above my Derek Shepherd quote in reference to the song Drugs or Me by Jimmy Eat World. “Keep my heart somewhere drugs don’t go. Where the sunshine slows... always keep me close.”

A lot of horrid things happened to me, but a lot of amazing things happened too. I want to remember those. I want to hold on to those. I want to allow myself the grace to be hurt by the ending but in love with the journey and the details. I want to remember the sunshine... if for nothing else than proof that it’s possible... as a gentle reminder for what it is exactly I’m searching for next. I’ll hold the sunshine in my past dear to my heart, and I’ll step forward into the light hoping there’s nothing but sunshine in my future.

I am a better person for knowing you. I will always believe that.

Wherever you are in this world, I hope you are okay.

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lunabeaner · 5 years

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Am I Worthless or Worthwhile?

Characters: Dolly Kagami (si/oc), Shota Aizawa

Song I got inspired with: https://youtu.be/pvzE4ZofxGw

Word count: 2033 sorry I got carried away dbhds

Notes: angst, fluff, tw: cat mentions, tw: cats/kittens, self shipping, probably part 1 *sweats*

Worth

adjective

sufficiently good, important, or interesting to justify a specified action; deserving to be treated or regarded in the way specified.

“What is it like?”

“To feel like you’re worthy.”

“To be appreciated by the people around you?

“To feel loved and wanted by people you’ve never met?”

“To be someone’s hero.”

Beep beep beep.

… ...

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

Oh. It was morning already? Of course the thoughts inside her head were always going… Even in her dreams. Dolly tapped the clock off before she stretched out her arms and legs before turning around sort of stretching her back and legs out like a cat before a tiny fluffy ball of fur hopped beside her, mewling. Her soft lavender eyes practically shining as she smiled, turning her attention to it.

“Hello baby!” She cheered, chuckling lowly as she picked up the small kitten causing it to let out a tiny squeak in reply. “Today’s another day, isn’t it?” She beamed as it stared back at her with its large curious green baby eyes. “Let’s defeat the worst of it!” She exclaimed as she hoisted herself out of bed, gently placing her feet onto the plush carpet. Before she knew it the sound of more tiny squeaking from many more areas filled the air.

As she placed the itty bitty orange kitten onto the ground, a group of 4 more equally small hand-sized kittens. She had just recently found these babies from the rubble of one of the results of a previous villain attack. She waited with them for a whole day and a half, but there mommy never returned. She felt awful for them, and brought them home to take care of them. She knew what it was like to lose someone who you relied on for many reasons.

When Dolly made her way to the kitchen the sound of tiny feet pitter pattered against the wooden floor followed by some slightly bigger tapping. “Good morning to you too, Lilly.” She said to her tortoiseshell cat as the slim cat rubbed against her legs. “I know it’s breakfast time, hold on,” She mumbled, scratching the top of her head, starting up the kittens milk formula on the stove, taking a striped orange tom cat off of the counter. “You guys are eating me out of house and home.” She stated, going up onto her tippy toes to open a cabinet to grab the cat food bin. If she left the food any lower the other cats would be slapping food cans around the house. She’d never get to go to sleep if that was the case!

After she opened up some salmon cat food from a can about 1 other adult cat appeared in the room. Good. Everyone was here! She scooped up the food into the cat dishes, pushing the cats out of the way from trying to eat the food before the other. Taking a deep breath she picked the bowls up, sprinting off to place them onto the floor as she was chased.

“Eat up everyone!” She exclaimed cheerfully before hearing her doorbell go off. Who could it be? What time was it even? She couldn’t even remember why her alarm clock was on..? Well, the buttons were on the top of the clock… A kitten probably hopped onto it and turned it on… She walked back into her room, searching for her phone. Where’d it go? She looked to the floor, staring at it on her bedside. Ah. It was knocked down… Maybe a kitten had done that. She bent over, picking it up before looking at the time. It appeared to be about 9:20. She let out a sigh. A bit early for the weekend… She shrugged it off, heading back to the kitchen to get the bottle formula finished up before the bell went off again.

“SHOOT! THAT’S RIGHT!” The brunette sputtered, running to go turn the stove down before calling out: “I’m sorry! I’m coming!” She rushed towards the door before swerving around a kitten, tripping and rolling towards the front door slamming against it. Dolly quickly sat up, gasping and turning towards them. “I’m sorry baby! I didn’t hurt you did I?” She turned to face the kitten as it happily hopped towards her, hopping onto her lap and into her hands. “I know you’re hungry sweetheart, but I’ve gotta get the door, ok? Yeah! I’ll get your breakfast aaaall ready and you and your brothers and sisters are going to enjoy the most delicious food you can get next to your mama’s! That’s right!” She nuzzled her nose against the tiny grey kitten’s nose as it mewed. “Oh you’re just the cutest! I love you so much! Yes I do! You’re so sweet and kind and-”

BRRRRRZZZZZT.

“AUGH! THE DOOR!” The scatterbrained young woman cried out immediately standing up, unlocking the door and swinging it open as she held the kitten close before closing it again to make sure the others didn’t trot their way out to the great unknown to be forever lost and possibly die from being on their own without someone to protect them.

Messy brown hair, wrinkly clothes, no glasses, one sock on her foot, no makeup… A kitten in her arms… This girl was an absolute mess, but could you blame someone who just woke up without expecting someone coming to her house?

Aizawa stood there at, looking back and forth. Had he even come to the right house? This was the right address. Right? He raised a paper up to his face, staring at it for a hot minute. Yup, this was the address he’d received. As he looked back up he noticed Dolly trying to make her great escape by reopening her door, not turning her back to him before her hand slipped back to her hip.

“Kagami?”

“Yes?”

Silence once again as the birds chirped gently.

“This is where you live, huh?” He looked up towards the sky as her top lip twitched as she laughed nervously. “Oh? Uh- yeah! I moved in recently because uh… Well, I got kicked out because I reached an animal limit…” She muttered, slightly shrinking back. “A-aaaanyway!Wh-what are you doing here?” She straightened her posture as she jolted when the kitten in her hand let out a loud meow. She’d forgotten it was in her hands! Goodness that was a startle!

“I was curious about where you lived and Mic opened his mouth and told me.”

“Ahaha, that’s so like him. But why’s it on paper?”

“I forgot so he ended up writing it instead.”

“Oh… Well, is that… Really just why you came all the way to my house?” Dolly asked hesitantly as his eyes wandered towards the kitten. Ah. He must have overheard her conversation with some of the students that she’d found kittens. “Th-that’s fine if it is! Come on in! I’ll make you some tea.” She opened the door a cat mad sprinting out her door. She let out an unholy screech as she handed the kitten into his hands and went to run after them. “Mikan, come back you big jerk!!” She yelled out as she ran down the street after her orange tom cat, calling out to him to come back as she ran a good block or too straight before leaping and grabbing him. After that she ran all the way back, panting heavily, wheezing as she shoved him back into the house as the cat trotted back into the house before sprinting into a room.

“S...S...So..Sorry…!” She wheezed before she swore she heard a chuckle out of him but when she looked back to him he was patting the gray kitten’s head. “Oh! Do you like him? His name’s Smokey!” She exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “I have 4 others in the h-”

Before she could finish she found him stolling straight into her house. “Where are they?” He asked. “Oh! Th-they’re… OH NO!” Dolly squeaked again, rushing into the house, closing the door behind her as she ran into the kitchen. “THE KITTEN FORMULA!!” She wept as she turned the stove off, stirring it. Thankfully it hadn’t burned, but all of the kittens were sitting by the oven waiting for the food to be ready. “T...Thank goodness…” She placed her hand onto her chest letting out a sigh. “It… It’s all ok!!” She cheered, giving them a thumbs up as they responded with happy meowing.

“Aizawa, do you mind helping me feed the babies?” She asked as he responded with a light nod. He definitely didn’t seem to mind, which, in fact, was fantastic. She went to cool off the formula as she went to go get the bottles.

Soon after it cooled and the babies were fed, Dolly turned her attention towards the raven haired male, smiling awkwardly. “Sorry I dragged you into helping me feed these kids.” She fumbled, blushing and averting her eyes. “And blinding you by my morning look..” She placed her hand on her forehead, laughing nervously before her head was greeted by a gentle pat on the head. “It’s fine, Kagami. I actually came here to ask you something.”

Eh? Really? Her face was basically a deep velvet as she tried to stuff her face into her t-shirt, not doing well. “Oh? W-what is it?” She wondered out loud, clearing her throat.

“Last week… When you got those kittens, I saw you.”

HE DID? HOW EMBARRASSING!!

“I returned to the site the day after the incident and I saw you picking them up, but you were crying.”

“O-oh! I just felt b-bad for them is all, I-”

“That’s not what it seemed like.”

H...Huh? J...Just exactly how close had he been to her if he knew what was up?

“I heard the things you said to them. Are you ok?”

“Don’t worry babies. I’m right here. I know what it feels like. But don’t you fear! I’m right here to make you feel like you’re worthwhile to this world. I won’t make you feel like I do, you hear me? I’ll be your mama.”

Had he really heard those words she said? All of it? Did he really hear those embarrassing words that slipped out of her mouth?

“I-I’m fine! I was just rambling is all! I’m totally ok. Really!” She raised her hands, waving them around before both were grabbed ahold of by his large hands. “Listen to me, Kagami.” He said, staring right into her eyes. “I’m here to talk to you if you ever need someone. Ok?” He placed his hand against her cheek before jolting when she squeaked. “Th-th-thank you!” She sputtered before standing up. “B-b-b-b-BUT I THINK YOU HAVE TO LEAVE!” She demanded, grabbing his hands to yank him up before she strived to push him away. “I have things to do today! I-I-I-I’ve got- uh! Chores! Uh, house things!”

“Your house is spotless despite all of the cat hair though.”

“I-I’ve got shopping to do!”

“When you opened your fridge it looked ok to me.”

WHY WAS HE CHECKING HER HOUSE OUT SO KEENLY! Couldn’t he get a clue that she was overwhelmed by his words and couldn’t deal with it?!

“Dolly.”

Her heart skipped a beat as her head turned upwards to look at him. “Would you get dressed? Let’s go.. To breakfast.” He insisted, his voice soft and calm causing her brain nearly to fry. “Is that ok? We can just talk about anything. I don’t mind if you don’t.”

She was quiet for a long time before she stopped trying to push him. “I… …” She stared at the cats for a moment before sitting up straight. “Give me 30 minutes and I’ll be ready.” She said, her eyes sparkling. A smirk appeared on his face. “That sounds more like you.”

IT WAS A DATE!!! Wait, was this a date?? But it was more of a sympathy thing though, wasn’t it?? Oh, maybe it was…

“Alright then. It’s a date. I’ll wait outside.”

With a poker face, Dolly froze up. “HE… HE... HE READ… HE READ MY MIND?!?!”

#mywriting #F/O: Aizawa #fanfic #oc x canon #s/i x canon #Kagami x Aizawa #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #wip #part 1 #probably??#maybe not hdgsdhjd #cat #the TW for cats is for my mutual who is scared of cats #i'm protecting them I hope hbdfsfsdjfn #not very good bc Dolly isn't developed v much

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That Damned Universe - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

AO3

Cyrus woke to his alarm, going off at exactly 5:55 am, as it always had- Cyrus was sure it always would. He rolled over with a sigh, sitting up in bed as he slammed his alarm off. Shoving his covers off, he looked around. It took a moment to readjust to his surroundings- right. Lincoln Academy. Cyrus glanced at his roommate's bed, only to find it already empty. TJ had made it before he left, bedding pulled into place without a wrinkle. Cyrus grabbed his uniform, stepping into the bathroom to change. At first, he fumbled about with his dark red tie but later got it, moving on to his hair. Checking his watch, he found that he had an hour and 3 minutes until his first class. He deemed it just enough time to go to breakfast and check his textbooks out from the library. Cyrus grabbed his bag and his phone, texting his parents good morning before calling Andi. "Hey, Cyrus!" she greeted. "Hey, I'm on my way down. You ready for breakfast?" Cyrus asked, holding his phone between his ear and his shoulder so he could lock the door. "Yes! We're starving," Andi replied dramatically. Cyrus chuckled, hanging up as he jogged downstairs. His knuckles had barely made contact with their door when it swung open, revealing Andi and Buffy. They were both wearing their uniforms; white button-down shirts and gray cardigans. The cardigans, of course, had the red Lincoln Academy motto embroidered into them. This paired well with their gray and red plaid skirts, and red ties. "Well don't you two look darling," Cyrus teased, gesturing his head towards the staircase. "Don't make fun, this outfit is bad enough as it is," Buffy chided, locking their door, and jogging after them. "I know, I know. I'm not particularly fond of wearing a blazer every day." "No one is, Cy," Andi said, pushing the doors out of the dorm open. The trio crossed the lawn towards Carver Hall. They each swiped their meal cards at the doors and stepping inside. Hundreds of students filled the expansive cafeteria, their voices overlapping to create a loud buzzing in the room. "What are we feeling today?" Cyrus asked, looking around at the food. "Lots of coffee, I hope," Buffy joked, leading them to the drinks. They each poured a cup of coffee, turning around to survey the cafeteria. "How about cereal?" Cyrus offered, gesturing to the cereal bar. "Good enough," Andi shrugged. "I'm too nervous to eat much anyway." The group wove through the students milling about, each pouring an identical bowl of cereal- Rice Krispies and Cap'n Crunch with 2% milk. They found a table in the corner, sitting down and digging in, watching the cliques form around them. Cyrus caught the eye of TJ, sitting across the cafeteria with his friends. The corner of TJ's mouth pulled into a slight smile before he turned back to the conversation he was having. Cyrus blushed, looking down to his cereal and pushing it around his bowl with the back of his spoon. "Who's that?" Andi asked, nudging Cyrus. "Oh, that's my roommate," Cyrus waved her off as Buffy glanced up to find TJ looking over his shoulder at Cyrus. "What's he like?" "Um, has a twin sister- Amber. She seems nice, but she's a ninth grader; long story. From LA, plays basketball, likes cats better than dogs..." He paused, thinking. "Um, and hates the universe." "Bowie would disapprove," Andi chuckled. "Is he nice?" "I think so," Cyrus said. "I can't decide if he's nice, a little odd, or a serial killer yet." "Keep us posted," Buffy said. "So, do you like him?" "Buffy!" "What? he's your type!" Buffy defended. "What's that supposed to mean?!" "Athletic and unobtainable," Andi offered. Cyrus shook his head, swatting them both in the head. "Okay, in hopes of escaping this torment," Cyrus said as he gathered his things, having finished eating. "I'm going to the library to get my books." "Okay, bye!" Andi said, hugging him. "Good luck! See you at lunch?" "Of course," Cyrus promised. "Good luck, you two." He started to walk away, but Buffy's voice stopped him. "Cyrus!" "Yeah?" he asked, turning around. "You nervous?" Cyrus smiled, nodding. "We'll be alright, Buffy." With that, Cyrus turned and left, passing by TJ's table as he did. TJ smiled up at him, and Cyrus felt his heart melting. He turned to look at Buffy and Andi, who were both snickering at him. Cyrus rolled his eyes playfully, putting his dishes away. With that, he walked out of Carver and towards the massive library building behind his dorm. He stepped inside, inhaling the warm scent of books, before walking up to the desk, where a librarian sat. "Hi, I need to check out my textbooks," he said. "Oh, okay!" the librarian- Mrs. Bell, her desk read- said brightly. She turned to her computer. "Last name?" "Goodman." Mrs. Bell typed his last name in, scrolling through a list of names. "First name Cyrus?" "That's me," Cyrus confirmed. Mrs. Bell smiled, clicking on his name and writing the titles of his books on a sheet of paper. "Alright, we have science, English, history, French, and math." She gestured to the first five things on his list. "And your assigned reading for this trimester in English." She pointed to the other two things on the list- To Kill a Mockingbird and Fahrenheit 451. "Okay," Cyrus said, looking over the list. "Bring all those back here and I can check them out to you. Textbooks are on the first and second shelves and assigned reading books are on the third and fourth. Tell me if you can't find something or if one of those isn't in." "Got it," Cyrus said, nodding as he took in the information. "Thank you!" "Of course, it is my job after all." Cyrus smiled and set off into the library to find his books. He managed to hunt them all down with minimal effort, setting the seven books on Mrs. Bell's desk when he got back. "I think I got them all," he said, counting the books he'd set down. "You did! Great job, I couldn't have done that my first day here. You certainly know your way around a library." "Yeah, I'm kind of a book nerd," Cyrus said, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I can see that," Mrs. Bell said, gesturing to his overfilled bag. "You know, you'd make a great assistant," she said, clearly deep in thought as she scanned his books. "What do you mean?" "What do you say to a job?" "Working in the library?" Cyrus asked, his eyes widening. "Yeah, why not? Shelf some books, make some money," Mrs. Bell proposed. "You could start today after school. We have a lot of books to shelf at the beginning of the year." "I-I'd love that!" Cyrus exclaimed. "It pays next to nothing, but I think you could have some fun. Be here from 4 to 5:30 on Mondays and Fridays?" "Of course! I'd love to! Only Mondays and Fridays?" "Yeah, we've got lots of students working in here." "Oh, okay! I'd love that!" "Alright then, you're all set. See you at 4," Mrs. Bell said, sliding him the stack of books. "See ya!" Cyrus said, picking up his books and leaving the library, a smile on his face as he climbed the stairs back to his room, leaving his books for his afternoon classes on the desk. He managed to find his way to his first class- American History- without much trouble (of course, he did walk into the wrong building at one point), sitting down in his assigned seat and hanging his bag over the back of his chair. Mr. Marlow walked into the room just as the clock ticked to 8:20. "Hello and welcome to American History!" he exclaimed, leaning against his desk. "I am Mr. Marlow, we are in room 132 in Branford Hall, and now would be a great time to ensure you are in the right class." A collective chuckle spread through the students, but everyone checked their schedules anyway. Three people stood up, rushing out of the room to find another and a few minutes later, four others came in, sitting down at the empty desks around the room. The forty minute class period passed quickly, but finished with a bang when Mr. Marlow assigned them a two-page essay on the first chapter of the textbook, due by 11:59 pm Friday. The day continued similarly. By lunch, he'd accumulated a total of 8 pages of essays in just three of his four morning classes. The only essay he hadn't been assigned an essay in was Science. However, he did have to write a detailed summary of the nebular hypothesis by class tomorrow. He trudged back into Carver hall, dropping his things on their table and sitting next to his best friends. "You okay?" Buffy asked with a chuckle, scribbling in a composition notebook. "So many essays to write," Cyrus grumbled, opening his laptop and history textbook, looking down at it as he typed. "You too?" Andi groaned, crossing out a wrong answer on her math homework. "Yep," Cyrus nodded, not taking his eyes from his screen. "We're pathetic," Buffy said. "Study together at 4?" "Can't," Cyrus responded. "I have library duty tonight." "Cyrus! We've been here for 26 hours and you already have a job!" Andi exclaimed in disbelief. "The librarian liked me!" Cyrus defended. Buffy chuckled, finishing her notes and standing up. "I'm getting lunch, what do you two want?" "Pizza," Cyrus andd Andi responded in unison. "Pepperoni." "...That was terrifying, but I'll be back." Buffy came back a few minutes later, carrying two plates, each piled high with something like 9 slices of pizza. "Bless you," Cyrus said, pulling the top slice off the stack. "Buffy," Andi started, taking a slice. "This is 17 slices of pizza." "I know! And this," Buffy gestured to the general state of their table. "Is a major study coma! We need sustenance!" "And when we inevitably can't finish all of this?" Cyrus asked. "We sneak the rest back to our rooms," Buffy shrugged. "Fair enough," Andi seemed to accept that as a good plan, going back to her math homework. They ended up each bringing three slices of pizza back to their rooms; they wrapped each slice in napkins and put them in their bags. Cyrus dropped the pizza on his desk- he'd have it for dinner instead of deducting points from his meal plan. He quickly changed into his PE uniform, rushing to the gymnasium just in time to stand in a room full of sweaty teenagers and chase after a ball for 40 minutes. Forty minutes later, having gained zero life skills and three bruises, he went back to his room to shower and change, only to find TJ sitting on his bed cross-legged, studying. "Oh, hey," he said, pulling his uniform back out of his dresser. "Free period?" "Yeah, I'm not taking an alternating elective this tri, so I have nothing to do 6th period on A days but study my ass off," TJ chuckled. "You get slammed with homework too?" Cyrus asked sympathetically, crouching to pull a towel out of a lower drawer. "Brutally," TJ confirmed. "I blame the universe." "As you should," Cyrus laughed, crossing the room towards the bathroom. "That damned universe, always getting in the way." With that, he swung the door shut behind him, pushing the lock into place. Ten minutes later, he emerged again, his hair toweled dry, tying his tie around his neck. "That was the fastest shower known to mankind," TJ marveled, watching Cyrus grab his things and throw his PE uniform in his hamper. "Well, I was going for a record," Cyrus joked. "Also, I have psychology in seven minutes." "Psychology?" TJ asked. "Yeah, all four of my parents are therapists. Some things stick, I guess," Cyrus laughed, switching his morning books for his math textbook. "Alright, I gotta go, good luck with the studying thing!" "Good luck with psych," TJ replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thanks, I'll need it," Cyrus called over his shoulder as the door clicked shut behind him. Cyrus was just in time for psychology, earning a very stern look from Mrs. Barnett. "Sorry, won't happen again," he promised, taking a seat in the back of the class and pulling out his psych notebook. He took extensive notes all class to make up for his near tardiness, and ended up filling 5 pages of notes. Luckily, Mrs. Barnett didn't assign them any homework for that night, so Cyrus was left with only four classes of homework, plus inevitably some for geometry. Cyrus, desperately not wanting to relive what happened with 6th period, practically ran to geometry, and ended up getting there 17 minutes early. Looking around, he chose a seat at a table near the back, pulling his things out of his bag. Mrs. Bailey walked in a few moments later, greeting Cyrus and telling him he'd need graph paper today. Cyrus nodded, pulling a folder of graph paper out of his bag. "Hey, Cyrus!" Buffy's voice pulled him from his thoughts as she sat next to him, hugging him hello. Over Buffy's shoulder, Cyrus saw TJ step into the room, and waved at him brightly. TJ looked between Buffy and Cyrus, his brow furrowing, then brushed past Cyrus's table, sitting on the opposite side of the room. "What was that?" Buffy hissed to Cyrus. "I have no idea," Cyrus replied. "Definitely more points in the serial killer column, though," Buffy whispered. "A solid twenty, definitely."

#andi mack #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #that damned universe fic

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rosegardentwilight · 5 years

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A Moment in Time

Adrien's jaw dropped from slight bewilderment at why such a gorgeous girl would randomly sit down at his table and start talking away. The only problem? His name wasn't Adam.

AU- Alya sets Marinette up on a blind date with a guy named Adam, but after a phone incident and the time change, she ends up crashing at a different table thinking it's her date.

Chapter 1/1 ( for now? Read the Author’s Note at the end)

A.n.- Two one-shots in one day, what? ( If you haven't read Birds of a Feather and you like Nathalie's character then go read it ). I've actually been working on this story on and off since last week? Finally finished and posting today because tomorrow is daylight savings time so it seemed fitting. ( Although this takes place in the spring time change). Make sure you read the end author's note if you want to see more of this story after reading it, it's very important. Other than that not much for you, this is AU, no superpowers but I do find a way to incorporate our two favorite Kwamis ( just not this chapter).

Edit*- This story was inspired by a movie called An Hour Behind. And although inspired, it will have several major changes from the movie.

2. You all rock. Will definitely expand this story. Heard you loud and clear I’ll figure plot lines for this tomorrow.

"Come on Marinette, it's one date," Marinette couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's excessive begging and slid a new batch of cakes in the oven. "I didn't even pick him this time, he's Nino's old college friend. What's the worst that could happen?" Alya continued as she swiped a chocolate chip cookie from the display.

"My best friend eats all my product, and then I won't have any left for paying customers," Marinette shot a look at her best friend who responded with a sheepish smile.

"If you bring some of your cookies to your date with Adam, you'll bag him for sure."

"How many people do you know that bring baked goods on a blind date Alya?" Her best friend's intentions were pure, Alya only wanted to see her happy, but a blind date- that was a disaster waiting to happen.

"You're showing all of your assets to prove you are the whole package." Marinette couldn't hold back a snort filled laugh.

"I'm starting to wonder what you think will happen on this date."

"You'll love him Marinette, he's a lawyer, but he handles most of the pro bono cases in his firm. He's a cat person; which I know is in the plus column for you. He's drop dead gorgeous and has the greenest eyes."

"I hope those weren't Nino's exact words because otherwise you two have other things to discuss," Marinette teased.

"Please, just one date. You know I only want you to be happy, and you can't say you had the best love life over the past couple years; between Kim, Nathan"-

"I get it," Marinette snapped. She knew exactly how those dates went, no need to rub salt in the wound.

"Marinette, I'm convinced you try and find something wrong with every person interested in you."

"I've been busy with the bakery, opening a second store is within my grasp. I can't give up now."

"No one is saying give up. It's one date tomorrow night," her best friend offered.

"You're not going to give up on this, are you?"

"I learned my stubbornness from one of my best friends." Alya beamed in response.

"Fine. One date, but in the morning. That way I can route back to the bakery if things don't go well and bake a couple of batches and not waste the day."

"You won't regret this!" Alya threw her arm around in a tight hug. "I'm going to go tell Nino to set it up and have the details for you tonight. Promise me you won't be late. We both know how you are in the mornings. Don't forget to change your clock tonight." She called over her shoulder as the last reminder. Marinette rolled her eyes once more, Alya was as subtle as a truck. As much as she appreciated it, the level of faith in her was almost insulting. Her phone would automatically switch to the new time, there wasn't any need to adjust anything. The oven's timer caught her attention, and she rushed so her cakes wouldn't burn.

Nerves kicked in as she realized what she's done. What was she thinking to agree to a blind date? The regular dates that she set up ended with disaster.

She only made it through one date with Kim. He tried to carry the conversation the best he could, but with her limited knowledge of sports, the topics circled back around to himself. Marinette always wanted to look on the bright side, so even though she wouldn't go on another date, at least she learned more about him.

Nathanaël lasted to date number 5. They enjoyed each other's company, but things became stagnant when he confessed that seeing an old flame caused previous feelings to bubble up again. Marinette appreciated his honesty, but it was clear that he wanted to try again. She couldn't stand in the way of that.

Marinette applied some strawberry frosting to the cooled lemon cake and cut herself a small slice. The flavors melded together on her tongue, a hopeful reminder of what spring could be once the cold weather melted. But despite how it tasted, it still lacked whatever she was looking for to submit for the contest. Frustration groaned inside her, but at least she was another step closer. Her eyes ticked to the clock on the wall; 9:30 pm. She could easily make another batch, especially without Alya distracting her. She pulled out the ingredients needed once more, one more attempt couldn't hurt.

By the time Marinette stumble through her apartment door exhaustion had inched its way to every part of her body. She was lucky to remember to turn the oven off before she left her bakery because she created four more batches before giving up for the evening. An unread message from Alya kept lighting up her phone, no doubt the information to the blind date she had agreed to in a temporary moment of insanity.

Ayla: Tomorrow, at the Hollybelly 5 at 9 am. He's going to wear a light blue scarf. If you need moral support, I'm only a phone call away. Knock him dead!

Suddenly this idea seemed even more insane, but to avoid her best friend's nagging at her for the next month straight; she decided to follow through with her word. She set her alarm for 8:30 to give herself enough time to prepare in the morning. She became acutely aware of how the sweet scent stuck to her skin, as tired as she was, the shower called to her.

She let out a gasp as she stepped into the wall of warm water and the relaxation it provided. Four more batches of "almost there" was the product of her night along with a messy kitchen she had to clean before she came home. It wouldn't have been fair to leave that to the staff when she had been the one to cause the mess in the first place. Her fingers itched to run through her hair, and she released a long exhale. This contest was of vital importance if she desired to open a second store, a dream of hers since her parents put her in charge of the original. She had sacrificed so much to oversee the store and she wanted to do was to make her parents proud.

The shower ended quicker than she would like, but she could barely keep her eyes open. She grabbed a glass of water on the way to bed in case she woke up in the middle of the night. Sleep slowly caused her eyelids to grow heavy, not allowing her thoughts to wander far. Marinette adjusted her arm under the pillow and contorted it until comfortable. The act of her shifting her body caused another pillow to knock some items on the nightstand, including the cup of water. It tipped, and the water contents spilled all over her phone; not that Marinette noticed because sleep already claimed her.

8:45 am

The hostess turned wearing a dazzling smile when she heard the bell above the door ring. "Good Morning, do you have reservations?"

"Yes, last name Chapin, Adam." He returned the smile before loosening the light blue scarf Alya told him to wear. Excitement stirred in his stomach, Alya had raved non-stop about her friend, and by the sounds of it, she was exactly the type of women he was looking for. He hadn't necessarily thought he would stoop to a blind date to find love, but he trusted Nino and therefore, Alya.

Adam followed a waitress to his table and took his seat and glanced at his watch. He was always early to everything in his life, to be late screamed distasteful and unprofessional; both words he couldn't associate with in his profession. He hoped that Marinette didn't keep him waiting for long.

9:30 am

Adam had heard of being a little late, but this boarded on ridiculous. The waitressed eyed him like an injured puppy when she brought him a drink after twenty minutes. He could feel people staring at him, but he kept his gaze locked to his phone. Thankfully work kept him preoccupied, but 45 minutes had elapsed since he arrived. His fingers dialed Marinette's number which Alya had provided but met a voicemail.

Her eye burst open as light burst through the room. Why did it feel so late, why didn't her phone's alarm go off? A quick glance told her all she needed to know. A spilled cup with no liquid in it whatsoever, and a phone whose screen would not lite up no matter what she did to it. Marinette cursed under her breath as she shoved the blankets off her bed and made a mad dash for the kitchen. 8:30 am. She wouldn't be skinned alive by Alya after all. She jolted back to the room and grabbed a pink dress off its hanger and threw it on. Not wanting to deal with the hassle of styling her hair, a messy bun offered her the solution that she craved. There was no need to eat breakfast at the apartment since they had a morning date, so that left brushing her teeth and applying just enough makeup to be presentable on a date. She didn't want to scare the poor guy off before anything before giving him a chance.

9:45 am

He waited long enough. Every second he waited for her, it drew attention to the face he was still alone after an hour. Everyone paying attention to their surroundings knew that he had been stood up. He wished that Marinette at least had the decency to inform him that she changed her mind, but out of the worst possible scenarios, this one seemed less cruel. Whenever he looked back on this failure of a date, he wouldn't be plagued with one-sided feeling but instead the what-ifs of what could have been. He slid payment for his drink on the table and stood up. The office wouldn't mind a couple extra hours especially with the huge case he was working on.

Marinette rushed down the street, the restaurant was only a couple blocks further, and she would make it on time. She hated being late, a probably she usually dealt with due to exhaustion with the bakery. Luck could be the only word to describe how she woke up in time. With no phone, it wasn't like she could call anyone, it would take days before she could find the time to go get a replacement. But with the little distance, she had left to cover, her bad luck with being late would end today.

10:00 am

She stumbled through the door only two minutes late, a new personal record for her. The hostess didn't seem that impressed with her "graceful" entrance.

"May I help you?" She asked, but Marinette could sense the smallest sense of annoyance in her voice.

"I-" A light blush dusted her cheeks as she realized she forgot to ask Adam's last name. "I'm meeting someone." She allowed her eyes to wander over the hostess' shoulder until they landed on a blonde sitting at the table and around his neck …was a blue scarf. Her breath hitched as she watched his piercing green eyes study the menu. Alya wasn't kidding, he could charm her in a courtroom anytime. "He's right over there." She rushed past the hostess not wanting to keep Adam waiting any longer than necessary. "Hi, I'm Marinette," she introduced herself wrapping her coat around the chair. It was a good thing that she gripped the chair the second his green eyes jumped up to meet her all feeling gave out in her leg. She would have to thank Alya for setting her up with the more gorgeous man she ever met.

"Um, hi," he replied. Either she caught him off guard, or he didn't have a way with words, neither was a deal breaker. This was a blind date, he had to be just as nervous as she was.

"Adam, I'm sorry I'm a couple minutes late, my phone got fried last night." The explanation sounded lamer coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't backpedal now, that would only creep him out. She needed to stand her ground and resist the word vomit of oversharing. "But none of that matters because you're still here." A man like him could have any girl that he wanted, and yet he stayed despite her lateness, maybe they could make it to date number two after all. "Have you ordered yet?" She asked looking over the menu for the first time she got there.

"Not yet." She cocked her head to the side and tried to focus on what food they had to offer. Not a lot had been said and this already beat out her date with Kim.

"Everything looks so good, what do you recommend?" Adam had picked a restaurant she had never been to before, but he must have liked it enough to recommend it.

"I usually get an omelet," he replied. Marinette fought the blush forming on her cheeks as he gave her a once-over glance before his gaze returned to the menu.

Adrien's jaw dropped from slight bewilderment at why such a gorgeous girl would randomly sit down at his table and start talking away. She approached as if she knew him but called him Adam; she seemed so warm and personal he didn't want to correct her and risk her leaving. He would correct her eventually, or she would figure out that he wasn't this Adam character and the natural course would have its way.

She motioned towards the waiter and started to order without a care in the world. His father had wanted him to visit that afternoon, no doubt his latest attempt to convince him to leave his current job and join him in the fashion industry. An hour or two with this beautiful mystery girl in front of him wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Adam?" At her second call, Adrien realized that she called him- or rather, thought she had. "Are you okay?" The way she was so concerned for his well-being spread warmth through every limb on his body.

"Yeah," his lips pushed back into a smile reflecting the emotions flowing through him. "Everything is perfect."

AN- So. Here's the deal. Right now, this is only a one-shot, but you can change that if you want. I have so many miraculous story idea that I can't expand on every one shot in my head, but I am willing to do it on the stories that you all are interested in. If you want more, like, reblog, comment, dm me, whatever you want to do and let me know. Here's what to expect if this story to continue, the rest of the Adrienette date, Marinette finding out that Adrien is not Adam (and will actually meet Adam). More backstory of the characters in this world and Adrien shamelessly pursuing Marinette in like 10 chapters of fluff. Sound good? Leave a comment. Otherwise, you can enjoy the potential story in your imagination. Let me know.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculousladybug #miraculousfanfic #miraculousladybugfanfiction #adrienette #adrien x marinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupen-chang #latetodateau

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01 | watch me

genre ▸ angst, fluff, smut | fuckboy!au pairing ▸ jungkook | reader | taehyung words ▸ 7,779

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⟫ Dodging Jungkook’s annoying horny texts was easy but what happens when another boy accidentally joins in on the fun?

Your ringtone kept blasting in your ear as you tried to sleep before a big presentation. You groaned, cursing yourself for not turning off the volume as you reached for the glowing device knowing exactly who it was. You denied the call thinking,”Why is he so fucking desperate?” You began closing your eyes again until a loud ding woke you up again.

JK (1:57 AM): Why didn’t you answer babe? I want to talk to you :(

You rolled your eyes and turned off your phone, getting back to your much needed sleep.

It was almost a routine with Jeongguk, calling you at 2 in the morning expecting you to be down for some sexting. That boy didn’t know when to quit and you should have already blocked his number considering he’s been like this for 4 months straight. But you’ll be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like the attention he was giving you.

Not that you were the only girl, of course, because being the all-star soccer player he had half the school population begging for him. Hell not just him but the rest of the soccer team and you weren’t one to judge because your eyes would wander over to their table every once in awhile just like the rest of them.

And that’s how you ruined your sleeping schedule because of your wondering eyes that happen to fall on a big round chocolate eyes that were staring just as intently as your’s. You still remember how embarrassed you felt for getting caught staring and you were about to ditch your friends and book it but a hand landed on your shoulder before you could even take a breath.

You shook your head and closed your eyes tightly groaning into your pillow. Why didn’t you just give him a random number? Maybe then he wouldn’t be consuming your thoughts all night long. Worst of all you knew all too well how this will end up if you actually cave in. You’ll just be another screw for Jeongguk and you didn’t want to be that. You didn’t want to be anyone’s one night stand for that matter.

You let out a drawn sigh as you tossed yourself on your stomach and brought your phone in your face. “You won’t turn on this phone,”you told yourself out loud. You rolled your eyes dropping your phone beside you as you shook your head. You have a presentation to do and no boy will stop you from getting that perfect score. With that you turned away from your phone and shut your eyes closed, concentrating on your breathing as you slowly drifted to sleep.

You woke up feeling refreshed and with a smile on your face. It was unusual for you to be in such a happy mood, especially on a Thursday. That mood didn’t last for long until you looked at your clock that marked, 11:37 am. Your eyes widened remembering you had turned off your phone meaning your alarm clock didn’t go off. You were already late for your class all thanks to Jeon Jeongguk.

There was no time for breakfast as you collected your things and dashed to your car. “Please let there be no traffic,”you repeated to yourself as you pulled out off your driveway. Of course things never go your way and you were stuck in the packed highway. You wanted to slam your head onto the steering wheel at this point why go to class?

You let out a deep breath and slouched on your seat. “No. You know what let me text this shit head,”you muttered grabbing your phone.

You {9:48 AM}:

I have a presentation due today and I’m stuck in traffic. You could’ve texted your other girls instead of me. If I fail it’s all thanks to you.

You set your phone down hoping to take the next exit in order to go back home but some asshole didn’t let you pass. “This day is just going to get worse and worse,”you thought to yourself as you gripped the steering wheel. It’ll probably take another 10 minutes to reach the other exit. Ding. Your head instantly turned to your phone.

JK {10:01 AM}:

Why is it my fault when you didn’t even respond babe :(

JK {10:05 AM}:

Lucky for you our professor had to leave early so don’t stress. Even though you didn’t get to see my sexy face today.

You rolled your eyes at the last text, he sounds just like a freshman in high school. At least you weren’t going to fail the class, well at least not yet. For now your worry is how the hell you were going to get out of this traffic.

Two more dings filled your silent car and you wondered what else Jungkook had texted you. “I’ll just read them when I get home,”you thought as you managed to get onto the third to last lane. Two more to go.

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“I hope I never get to go through that again,”you said as you shut your door. You grabbed a glass and poured yourself water as you set your phone on your counter. “Oh right Jungkook,”you thought, turning it on.

JK {10:09 AM}: I’ve got a great idea.

How about you come over tonight?

You chuckled, shaking your head,”I don’t think so.”

You {11:13 AM}: How about no?

Today wouldn’t be a good day to cave in; school work before dick, right? You put your phone back in your pocket and made your way to your room. Did you really want to start reading three chapters about a boring subject just to be ahead of the class? Ding!

JK {11:15 AM}: Will this change your mind?

The picture he sent wasn’t a nude, thankfully. Did that mean you weren’t drooling over his perfectly toned chest? Of course not, how could you not want to run your fingers down his chest. But you can’t just give in that quickly and you took your time to reply back. Not the brightest idea because he texted you again.

JK {11:19 AM}: I see that you’re enjoying the picture.

I can send another one if you want babe

You were sure he had a stock full of pictures. For one he had several people to entertain. Even if he didn’t, he was such a narcissistic brat you wouldn’t put it past him.

You {11:20 AM}: It still won’t change my mind. I have better things to do than go over to your house.

He chuckled at your reply,”Then you don’t have to come over.”

JK {11:21 AM}: Fine

You waited a couple of minutes expecting him to text you something else but the one word message was the only one. “Well that’s surprising,”you thought to yourself as you got out your book. You stared blankly at the words in front of you and your eyes soon began to drift over to your phone.

You {11:49 AM}: Wow you actually gave up Jeon that’s a first.

A grin spread across his face,”Not that easy darling.” He dialed your number biting his lip waiting for you to pick up.

“I knew it was to good to be true,”the annoyance in your voice made him chuckle.

He enjoyed getting under your skin but he knew this was all an act you were trying to put up. "Ah, darling you don’t sound too happy. Were you impatiently waiting for another picture?”he asked with a smirk.

You responded with a dry laugh,”As if. You can keep all those recycled dick pics for another girl.”

“You can see the real thing right now without having to leave your house. The beautiful wonders of technology,”he said. Oh no. “Even though it would be so much better having you here,”he added lowering his voice.

You gulped, trying to keep yourself together. Just at the thought of what Jungkook was bound to do while video chatting with you had your cheeks ablaze.

"Why are you so quiet babe? Are you debating on coming over?”he asked. You quickly said no and he’d kill to see your flustered face. “So you much rather do this over video chat?”he teased.

You wanted to scold him but then a smirk formed on your lips,”Maybe I do.”

“I’m just saying since... Wait did you just say yes?”he asked surprised. You heard someone call out his name and he groaned,”We’ll continue our little chat later on tonight. Don’t miss me too much.”

You rolled your eyes,”Bye.” You thanked the heavens that the call ended quickly. If it would have lasted any longer you wouldn’t hear the last from Jungkook. You turned back to your book but all you could think about all the things he would’ve said to get you worked up. What if he does call you back tonight?

It was ten past 1 at night and still no call from Jungkook. Maybe playing hard to get finally backfired on you or maybe he was out with one of his girls. It’s barely Tuesday though. “Then again it’s Jungkook,”you thought to yourself. You stared at the shirtless picture he had sent you hours ago. You gnawed at your bottom lip, your ego was screaming at you to stop typing. You listened, of course, your pride was too big now to finally let yourself another one of Jeongguk’s flings.

Yet after so many months you were tired of keeping up this act. It wasn’t like he was going to stick around for much longer so might as well screw him and get it over with. You always wondered if he was actually good in bed if he had that many girls lined up to be with him. Sleep is what you needed not thinking about how good he was in bed. Yet it kept crossing your mind and as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat.

To make decision so late at night would obviously lead to regret and you wanted to smash your head against the counter as you reread the message you sent Jungkook.

You {1:21 AM}: Something did change my mind... Let’s play a game.

He still hadn’t read it and you didn’t know if to be relieved or not. This is what you wanted after all because you were done trying to pretend you weren’t interested in him. You exited out your messages and clicked on the camera. Your cheeks were blazing hot suddenly becoming nervous as you pulled your sweater up revealing your bare chest.

One. Click. You moved the camera a different angle (did it even make a difference?). Two. Click.

Not wanting to look them over you quickly closed the app and started to get dressed for school. If he doesn’t answer by the time you arrived at the parking lot he wasn’t going to get these pictures. You got your keys and looked around for your bag until you remembered you left it inside your car. You took a deep breath as you walked out of your house. This is going to be interesting.

He really left you on read and it pissed you off. Was he trying to get back at you for the times you rejected him? You rolled your eyes and made your way to the library since you had an hour to spare. You sat an empty table and slumped down and laid your head on your bag.

“It’s his lost,”you muttered. You took your earphones out and plugged them in your phone, closing your eyes. A few minutes later there was a buzz and you groaned. If it’s him...

JK {2:37PM}: What do you have in mind darling?

I’m in class but I’ll gladly skip it just for you

“How sweet,”you thought with a smirk until you realized. He’s in class you’re not about to send him a nude when he’s around so many people. It’s not like any of the two pictures showed your face anyway. You looked around your area before you opened your pictures, selecting the two pictures you took earlier. You quickly typed in a message before taking another look around you before typing in k and selecting Jungkook’s contact.

“Miss could you-”

You panicked trying to slide down to your notifications in order to cover your screen. You looked up at the young girl who was trying to get to the computers and you scooted up in order to let her pass, muttering sorry trying to hide your embarrassed face. You sighed, removing your notifications and going back to the messaging app quickly pressing send before anyone passed by. Now you wait.

It surprised Jeongguk that you were finally flirting back and he wondered what you had planned so late at night. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly took it out. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he saw the pictures of your breast.

Y/N {2:44 PM}: Come find me in the library.

He bit down his lip ready to leave class when he saw he wasn’t the only one who received your pictures. He lifted an eyebrow and he looked around the class until his eyes met with Taehyung’s. They both had the same expression on their faces and with Jeongguk’s signal to the door they both walked out of the classroom.

He didn’t know you were interested in Taehyung, let alone even knew him personally. “Since when were you trying to get at (Y/N)?”he asked.

“I don’t even talk to her like that but I’m not going to pass up on this opportunity,”Taehyung said with a smirk. To say Jeongguk was pissed was an understatement. “Wait this is your girl isn’t it?”he asked with a smug expression.

“Oh wipe that look off your face if I find her first she’s mine,”he warned.

“I’m pretty sure she wants us both. Think of it like good old times,”Tae said patting him on the back. He groaned as he texted you back wanting to find you as soon as possible.

You wanted to disappear from this universe as you saw the name besides Jeongguk’s. If you would’ve simply checked your contacts again you could’ve easily avoided this but of course things had to turn on you. All you wanted was to tease Jungkook and now this had to happen. What would Taehyung think of you? He was your partner two months ago to work on a lab and you never deleted his number.

The buzz from your phone made you jump and you were too scared to see who it was from. “Please let it be Jungkook,”you repeated to yourself as looked at your screen.

JK {2:53 PM}: I didn’t think you were going to add another player to the game.

But I’m not complaining and neither is he.

Your heart completely stopped as you read the last text. Neither is he. So Taehyung already saw the message. You gulped feeling your throat dry up. What were you going to say now? Another buzz and it sent chills down your spine.

Kim Taehyung {2:56 PM}: I hope you can keep quiet.

You rubbed your palms against your exposed thighs feeling them become clammy. What you were wearing wasn’t helping either; wearing a quite short maroon dress with lace tights. You suddenly started to panic as you saw more and more students sat at your table leaving only one seat left. Fuck fuck fuck. Just as you were about to get up from your seat a hand stopped you. Your eyes widened as you turned to see Taehyung smiling at you behind him was Jeongguk with a smirk.

“Where were you going babe?”Jeongguk asked.

You cleared your throat trying to come up with an excuse as Taehyung’s hand was still on trailing around your back slowly moving up and down. He sat down next to you with a warm smile,”Seems like you don’t have a seat Kook.”

The girl on your left quickly offered it to him but he declined,”I’m sure you won’t mind sitting on my lap. Right (Y/N)?”he asked with a raised brow. You slowly nodded as you got up, your legs felt like jelly and Jeongguk adjusted the seat so you both could face Taehyung. Thankfully the girl left saying her goodbyes to the two boys. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and you avoided all eye contact with him as you sat on Jeongguk’s lap.

Taehyung chuckled at your embarrassed expression,”You weren’t so shy when you sent that picture.”

“You see about that,”you trailed off as Jeongguk’s lips pressed at the crock of your neck. You gulped trying to continue to talk to Taehyung but he had other things in mind.

His hand started to travel along your thighs making your breath hitch at the contact. You were too scared to see if anyone was paying attention to your direction because you are more than sure you looked like a complete mess. He looked up at you with a smirk as he continued to slowly travel the bottom of your dress,”You were saying?”

You couldn’t find words to say and Jeongguk nibbling at your shoulder wasn’t helping you keep a clear mind. You rubbed your thighs together feeling your lace underwear dampen. Someone got up from the table almost making you jump out of his lap. “Why are you so tense? This was your idea after all. You even wore a pretty dress for the occasion,”he muttered in your ear.

He pushed Taehyung’s hand away and replacing it with his making Taehyung tsk,”You were never one to share.”

Jeongguk lifted you closer to him causing your dress to raise up and you could also feel how hard he was. He parted your legs slightly open,”I’ve been waiting for this more than you have.”

Taehyung licked his lips seeing what you had underneath. “You were never one to be patient isn’t that right (Y/N)?”he asked as he scooted his chair closer.

“Taehyung,”Jeongguk warned.

He ignored the younger boy and pressed his hand lightly on your poorly clothed wet lips as he mouthed,”Be quiet.” He pushed aside your underwear and inserted his two fingers into you making you gasp. He smirked at how you bit your bottom lip to keep your moans from being heard. You were in complete bliss as he kept moving his fingers in circular motions and you almost forgot you had another boy to please.

He kept quiet as he watched the faces you made with every thrust of Taehyung’s fingers and that in itself gave him more pleasure than he’d like to admit. He looked around to see if anyone was looking in your direction but everyone was too busy finishing their projects. You began to slowly rock your hips in hopes to relieve some stress off of Jeongguk. All three of you began to regret even starting this here, in a public area, in the first place.

“We should really go,”you stuttered out as Taehyung pressed down on your clit. It caused you to grind a bit too hard on Jungkook making him hiss.

“Yea we really need to go,”Jeongguk’s voice sounded out of breath.

Taehyung nodded as he pulled his fingers out of you and shamelessly licked them with a grin. You licked your bottom lip, eyes wide as you watched him not hearing Jeongguk telling you to get up. You had trouble getting up quickly and Jungkook pinched in your ass whispering,”Just you wait,”wasn’t helping at all.

The three of you started to make your way out the library when your friend called out to you. “(Y/N) are you heading to class?”she asked. Shit.

“Yea! I’ll walk with you,”you said leaving the two boys with wide eyes.

“What about us?”Taehyung asked.

“I’ll hang out with you guys later. I’m not going to miss class,”you said as you walked past them.

Jeongguk chuckled at Taehyung’s annoyed expression as he patted his back. “How do you manage?”he asked in disbelief.

The younger boy just patted his back as he watched you leave,”I honestly don’t know but you better get used to it. We aren’t going to be her main priority if it means skipping class.” Jeongguk grew to accept that fact and he turned towards the bathroom,”Now I’m going to use this picture to good use she’s not out in another three hours.”

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Truthfully you had forgotten about meeting up with Jeongguk and Taehyung after class. Even though you could barely concentrate throughout half the lecture because of the dampness of your underwear. Despite the eventful event that happened at the library, you were still embarrassed about sending Taehyung that picture. Making you push it deep within your brain to forget about it. That’s how you drove back home leaving the two boys impatiently waiting for your text.

They weren’t too happy when you answered their video call and you had laughed it off telling them maybe tomorrow you’ll give them what they wanted. You knew Jeongguk would wait and he was already agreeing but Taehyung cut him off.

“I don’t think that’s fair Y/N after you said you’d hang out with us later. You should keep your promises,”Taehyung tsked.

You simply sighed walking to your room, setting your laptop on your desk already hovering over the exit button when you heard them whispering. It made you curious as to what they had in mind and judging by the wide smile on their faces it wasn’t going to be good. “What?”you said crossing your arm.

Jeongguk came into view with a smirk,”Let’s continue playing your little game but this time we’re the one’s in charge.”

You hummed, setting your hand on your chin,”What if I don’t want to play?”

“You seemed more than eager back at the library or are we going to forget how soaking wet you were?”Taehyung taunted. Your face burned with embarrassment, you cleared your throat trying to think of a comeback. He chuckled,”How fucked out you were with just my fingers. I bet you’d cum in seconds if I was able to use my mouth. Wouldn’t you like that?”

To emphasize he licked his bottom lip while his sharp gaze pierced through the screen. Your mouth felt dry and your heart was beating rapidly against your chest. His words lit a small flame and if he was actually right there with you, you’d probably turn into a putty in his hands. Hell, his lustful gaze turned you on and had you rubbing your thighs together.

You had forgotten Jeongguk was also right there besides him and you turned your attention to him. He was watching you the whole time and he saw how your expression had darken with pleasure with every word that came out of Taehyung’s mouth. It should be pissing him off more than anything right now but seeing you so weak back at the library, just the thought of it had his dick twitching in his pants.

“Why so quiet Jeongguk?”you asked trying to distract the ache in between your legs.

Mistake number one.

You saw Taehyung’s hand lower over to Jeongguk’s lap making your eyes go wide. Jeongguk hissed throwing his head back followed by the sound of a zipper being undone. You leaned closer to the screen, eyes completely locked on Jeongguk. He bit down his lip as his eyes fluttered shut trying to contain his moan.

Taehyung leaned in whispering something in his ear making him look straight at you. His eyes were blown out and you were sure you had the same look on your face. He jerked his hip up while still holding your gaze,”We should let her see.”

The sight before you made a small groan escape and you bit down your lip trying to remain indifferent. Jeongguk’s red hot dick was in Taehyung’s fist, already leaking beads of precum. You licked your lip imaging the taste and your hand was already traveling down your dress.

Mistake number two.

“So you are interested in playing,”Jeongguk mused. His smirk faltered when Taehyung gripped him harder making him grab onto his chair. There was no use in denying it because you were sure they saw you try to get some friction in between your thighs. You nodded watching as Taehyung brought his hand to his lips making you moan as pushed your underwear to the side.

“Just don’t touch yourself baby girl,”Taehyung warned. He went back to stroking Jeongguk but this time he leaned closer to him. The smirk that spread on Jeongguk’s lips as he stole a glance from you had you gripping onto your seat. You watched the two of them making out feverishly, it was a sight you never knew would make you so horny.

You moved in your seat trying to cool down the heat that was building within you. Jeongguk’s hand trailed down Taehyung’s chest and palmed his growing erection making the older one groan. “Fuck,”you breathed out.

Jeongguk looked over at you with a sly smile,”Do you want to see how hard he is?” The small dignity you still had, crumpled down with lust pumping in your veins. You nodded rapidly and once you were back to your senses you’d hide away from society, but for now it didn’t matter. “Use your words babe,”he coaxed.

“I want to see his-”you hesitated feeling your face grow hot,”cock.” You couldn’t meet either of their gazes so your eyes remained on Taehyung’s bulge.

Jeongguk loved this side of you, how easily you were following what he said. It was almost like a dream come true, the only downfall was that you weren’t physically there with them. He’d probably lose his self-control and tick off Taehyung, which really wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“Kook,”Taehyung whined to get his attention back to his throbbing cock that wanted to be let out. He undid his pants and grabbed onto Taehyung’s cock slowly pumping him.

“Y/N,”Jeongguk called out getting your attention back to him. “Do you want me to suck him off?”he asked.

It took both you and Taehyung by surprise and you nodded embarrassingly quick,”Yes.”

Jeongguk looked at Taehyung, who gave him a small nod, before he taking in his cock. The whiney moans of Taehyung mixed in with dirty praises had your breath caught at your throat as you watched attentively. You gulped trying to keep your hands from trailing down, remembering that you had one rule to obey.

“Are you watching?”Taehyung asked looking right in your eyes. You nodded while licking your lips earning a smirk from him. “Don’t you wish you hadn’t left us waiting?”he said as he gripped onto Jeongguk’s hair thrusting into his mouth.

“Yes. Oh god, yes,”you whispered. There was nothing more than wanting to be in between them. For them to do anything they’d want to do with you. You wanted them to jump out of the screen and fuck you senseless and you regretted not skipping class for them.

A muffled moan could be heard from Jeongguk and you saw a bit of cum dripping down his chin as he looked up at Taehyung. Seeing him in such a submissive way had your knees weak and you felt your clit pulse. “Hyung, why don’t we have her come over here? Please,”he pleaded.

“We’ll have to wait till tomorrow baby boy,”Taehyung cooed. The way he called him baby boy had you grabbing the bottom of your dress.

“No I can come right now,”you said getting up from your chair.

Taehyung chuckled,”Nope.” You began to complain and whine, hoping that he’ll agree. “That’s what you get for not coming over here in the first place. Now watch us have all the fun without you,”he smirked turning his attention back to Jeongguk.

He pulled him into a kiss, running his tongue through his lips licking up his cum. You moaned grinding onto your seat feeling your damp underwear stick onto you. “Can I please touch myself?”you asked. Despite all of this, saying all these words out loud made you shy.

“Can you?”he retorted.

“Please. I’ll be so good tomorrow,”you pleaded.

Jeongguk groaned seeing how desperate you’ve become,”Fuck. Hyung look how hot she sounds begging.” He’d had many girls beg for him in the past but you, you were completely different and it had him tugging at his own cock. “Why don’t you show us how wet you are first,”he suggested.

You looked over at Taehyung before position yourself in front of your computer. You took off your dress leaving you in just your cream bra and black laced underwear. Without making any eye contact you pulled down your underwear exposing yourself to them.

“You have such a pretty cunt,”Jeongguk moaned. His words only fueled your ever growing lust. Your eyes flickered at them for a split second and you saw both of them jerking themselves off. You threw your head back trying to keep it together.

“Y/N you have to look at us,”Taehyung warned in between grunts.

“I can’t. Please let me touch myself,”you whined as you took off your bra. Your hand cupped one of your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple. You were growing impatient and you felt like you were about to explode if you don’t do anything to calm your aching heat.

“Go on but you’ll regret it tomorrow,”he said before continuing to pleasure himself. Jeongguk, on the other hand, remained still watching your expressions as you watched Taehyung. Your lips were in between your teeth and your hand was still massaging your breasts. The quiet moans that came out of you had his cock aching but he tried his best to ignore it.

Your fingers slowly traveled down your soaking wet pussy. Your fingers instantly become drenched in your arousal as you begin to insert them in and out of you. Watching them watch you had your thighs shaking and you hated how sensitive you are right now. Every touch had you closer to your orgasm. “Jeongguk,”you moaned out wanting to see him jerk off to the sight of you.

“Fuck I want to taste you so bad babe,”he muttered licking his lips. He was completely fucked out and all he could imagine right now was you clenching onto his cock while riding him. “I want to fuck you so badly. You’d look so good on top of me,”he began to pump himself again faster as you inserted another finger.

“No. She’d look better when I’m fucking her from behind. Wouldn’t you like that baby girl?”Taehyung asked earning a moan. His movements were beginning to become sloppy as his high was approaching. He remembered how you clenched around his fingers and he groaned trying to keep his balance. “Tomorrow you’re going to get punished that little ass of yours better be ready,”he warned.

His eyes were screwed shut now and his breathing started to become irregular. You curled your fingers, remembering how it felt when Taehyung did it. You began to thrust into your hands imaging the scene of what tomorrow might look like with both guys taking turns to fuck you. “Please fuck me,”you moaned rubbing your clit.

“God you’re dripping onto your chair. Taste yourself for me,”Jungkook instructed. You did as you were told sucking on your fingers while staring at them intensely before dipping your hand back in your pussy. The sound of your wet sex filled the room with each thrust.

“You felt so good Y/N,”Taehyung muttered out before a loud, prolonged moan erupted from him. His hand was filled with cum as he continued to thrust into it muttering out sweet nothings.

You quickened your pace staring at Jeongguk, who had beads of sweat on the side of his head. He kept repeating your name, eyes shut tightly, and his forehead scrunched together as his release started to near. “Why can’t you be here? Ah- I wanted to fuck you so bad ever since I met you,”he whispered.

“I want your dick Jeongguk,”you whined. Your fingers weren’t enough and you wanted something to fill you up.

“What about mine?”Taehyung asked, recovering from his orgasm.

“Fuck. I want your-rs too. I want the two of you to fuck me,”you breathed out rubbing your clit wanting to reach your high. You heard Jeongguk’s whiney moans as he came all over to what you presumed was his bed.

You imagined how he’d look like in person, how hot and dirty it must look with the mess he just made. The pleasure was overtaking you and your whole body felt weightless as you tried to keep yourself upright. It was by far the most intense one you’ve ever had, your heart was hammering in your chest as you looked back the boys.

“Y/N?”Taehyung asked. You hummed in response barely able to keep your eyes open. “Not to be cheesy or anything but you look fucking beautiful,”he laughed.

You managed to smile and throw your dress at the screen,”Shut up.”

“So tomorrow... At around what time?”Jeongguk asked as he wiped himself off.

“Nine in the morning,”you teased. He began to whine about having to wake up so early. “Hey, it’ll be a great morning exercise,”you laughed.

“You’re so lucky,”he muttered not finishing his sentence.

“What was that?”you asked with a raised brow.

“You’re so lucky he likes-”Taehyung started but Jeongguk threw a pillow at him.

“Are you even free tomorrow? Don’t you have other girls to entertain?”you asked Jeongguk. Taehyung looked over at him with a raised brow.

He looked over at Taehyung as he scratched the back of his neck pretending like he was thinking about his schedule. “If he’s busy we can always have fun without him,”Taehyung winked.

“I’m not busy. Don’t you have a meet with the softball team tomorrow?”Jeongguk asked pinching his arm.

Taehyung only chuckled at the young boy,”I don’t know. Do I?”

“Listen we’ll settle this later on tonight. I’m going to take a shower you two can continue bickering at one another,”you said getting off the chat. Your legs felt sore from being propped on your desk for so long. “It’ll be worse tomorrow,”you thought as ran a bath.

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It was around eleven when you received a text from Jeongguk.

JK {11:07 PM}: Tae tried to get out of his meet but his coach wouldn’t budge

You frowned, typing your response when Taehyung’s name popped up indicating that he was typing.

Taehyung {11:09PM}: Sorry Y/N :(

You {11:10PM}: We can always hang out when we’re all free.

It was frustrating for Jeongguk to see that you’d want to make him wait even more. All he could hear was the way you moaned for him, whiney for his cock and just recalling it had him feeling hot.

JK {11:11PM}: Or... We could hang out tomorrow. I’m sure Taehyung wouldn’t mind

You bit your bottom lip waiting for Taehyung’s reply. You were anticipating in being with the both of them and wished that Taehyung would decline Jeongguk’s offer.

Taehyung {11:15PM}: What do you say Y/N?

You frowned, again you were beginning to regret going to class and not finishing what had happened back at the library. Then an idea sparked as you messaged Jeongguk out of the chat.

You {11:19PM}: Could you come over right now?

You saw his car pull up in your driveway twenty minutes later and you looked at your attire in the mirror before heading towards the front door. Before you could even utter a hello, his mouth crashed against yours. His hands feverishly grabbed onto your waist, grinding against you as he pinned you against the wall.

“You’re such a dirty girl,”he muttered as he sucked on your neck. You moaned gripping on his shoulders. “Taehyung won’t be so happy after he sees what we’re doing,”his words only spiked up the fire that was building inside of you.

“Oh he won’t?”you said with a raised brow. You grabbed his hand leading him to your room. “Who said we were going to let him know?”you asked. You had vowed to never have Jeongguk step foot inside this room yet here you are practically dragging him to lay on your bed.

His basketball shorts weren’t doing him any good hiding his already hard cock. “Already worked up?”you teased as you startled his lap. He never imagined being in this situation with you, it seemed almost surreal to him to have you like this.

He started to undo your shirt, gasping quietly as he grabbed your breast. “Who wouldn’t be worked up after watching you fingering yourself? That pretty cunt of yours was dripping, didn’t it feel good babe?”he asked putting his lips on one of your nipples, gently rolling it.

“You looked so good under Taehyung’s touch and when he called you baby boy,”you moaned moving your hips against his clothed cock.

“I’ll be your baby boy too,”he whispered pulling you into another kiss. “I’ll do anything you want,”he grunted as you continued to roll your hips. You were becoming a whimpering mess as he gripped your sides harder. “I can already feel how wet you are. Can I have a taste?”he asked.

You nodded, looking over his shoulders to see Taehyung’s hand moving rapidly against his cock. His eyes were blown out with lust as he watched the scene unfold before him. Jeongguk laid you on your back and quickly flung your underwear to other side of the bed.

He took his time peppering kisses alongside your thighs before paying full attention to your dripping sex. He hummed in delight as you moaned out his name, back arched wanting to feel more of his tongue. You tried to keep your eyes trained on Jeongguk but you continued to look over at your computer.

Taehyung was getting more worked up than he’d like and he pinched the tip of cock to prevent himself from reaching his high. Seeing Jeongguk please someone else other than him was probably the hottest thing. He tried to keep quiet not wanting Jeongguk to notice that he’s watching, not yet at least.

It was annoying because to you it seemed as though Taehyung was looking nonchalant. Almost like he was getting bored. Now it was becoming more of trying to get a response from him instead of enjoying your own pleasure.

Jungkook lifted himself up licking his lips that were covered in your arousal. “Mm you taste even better that what I’d imagine,”he hummed as he leaned down to suck on one of your breast. You whined wanting him to continue in eating you out and before you could voice your complaint his fingers sunk in your entrance.

“Ah-Jeongguk,”you let a breathless moan gripping on your sheets. His fingers curled inside of you hitting your g-spot ever so often causing you arch yourself even more towards him. You could faintly hear the sounds of Taehyung’s grunt making you smile slyly but that smile soon faltered as Jeongguk started to quicken his thrust, adding another finger.

“Look how you’re clenching against my fingers babe. Do you want my cock instead of my fingers?”he asked. His voice was filled with glee to see that you were so ready for him.

You had been so engulfed in your own ecstasy that you hadn’t notice he was still fully dressed. You stopped him from pulling down his shorts,”Wait let me.”

He smirked,”Next time babe.” You frowned but let go off his shorts as he pulled them down and aligning himself to your entrance. He hummed, pausing his action,”Why don’t you move this way babe.” You moved your whole body to where he was a bit confused. “On all fours babe and face the screen so Taehyung has a view of your face when I make you cum,”he purred into your ear, leaving a sloppy kiss on the side of your jaw.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Taehyung who had the same expression on his face. Jeongguk chuckled before his hand slapped your ass harshly making you yelp. “J-Jeongguk,”you clutched your hand into a fist.

Another spank making you hiss,”I-”

He entered you without warning and you clenched around him. “Fuck,”he groaned, moving his hips slowly. The slow pace was torturing you and you wanted to speak but another slap was earned.

“How good does she feel around your cock baby boy?”Taehyung breathed out. You whimpered at the nickname and tried to move your hips more quickly.

“So fucking wet and ready for my cock,”Jungkook muttered out. He grabbed onto your hair pulling your head up,”Do you want me to go faster?”

“Yes,”you could barely managed from the torment. He slammed into you, hand rubbing against your swollen bud. You gasped out, mouth hung open as you tried to keep yourself upright.

“Y/N how good does it feel to have Jungkook’s cock in you?”Taehyung asked and from the shaky voice you knew he was reaching his high.

“So, so good,”you practically screamed. Your legs were starting to give out and your vision started to blur from the few tears that were falling from your eyes. His thrust were harsh and hitting you in all the right places. “Jeongguk I’m close,”you whimpered as his hand left your clit. “Make me cum please,”you pleaded.

He groaned at your words, whispering sweet nothings in your ear with each harsh thrust. Something in your stomach felt like it snapped and you clenched around him. His name spilled out of your lips continuously as he pounded into you, reaching his own high as well. You tried catching your breath as you laid on your back once Jeongguk pulled out of you.

“God that was so fucking hot. So eager to please me, fuck,”Taehyung moaned out. You smiled lazily unable to look up at the computer screen. You turned to Jeongguk who had the same amused look on his face.

“You better get some sleep Taehyung. You have to wake up in like 5 hours,”Jungkook chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m going to feel like shit. Seriously, both of you are going to get punished once I’m back from my meet,”Taehyung warned.

“Have fun tomorrow,”you said in amusement. You couldn’t quiet catch what he muttered in response before ending the video chat. It left you and Jeongguk in silence along with the unasked question of ‘would you like to stay over?’ up in the air.

Jeongguk cleared his throat getting up,”Well I should-”

“You could stay if you’d like,”you didn’t know why everything felt so―awkward. You looked around the floor for your shirt but Jeongguk already had it in his hands and gave it to you. “T-Thank you,”you blushed as you put it on.

Neither of your eyes met as you put on your undergarments and you walked over your computer turning it off. “Are you always this quiet afterwards?”he asked when you finally meet his eyes.

You laughed trying to lighten the mood,”No, just tired you know.” He raised his eyebrow with a cocky look in his eyes. You rolled your eyes,”Jeongguk for one second can you not.”

“Ok. Ok,”he laughed pulling you into the covers. “I’ll just bring it up once in awhile about how whine you are in bed,”he said earning a slap on his arm.

“Oh shut up like you aren’t,”you muttered hiding your face against his chest.

He chuckled rubbing circles against your back,”Night Y/N.”

It was oddly comforting to rest your head against his chest. “Night Jeongguk,”you said closing your eyes, falling peacefully asleep.

Sleep didn’t come to Jeongguk though, he looked at you with the biggest smile on his face. His heart hammered against his chest as you snuggled closer to him making him hesitate. Could he wrap his arms around you? Would that maybe make things too obvious? He knew how to act around others but with you it was a whole other story.

You were always someone that made him hesitate in what he does when he’s around you. His cool facade falters when he makes eye contact with you and he’s back to being a nerdy kid in grade 9, who stuttered when the ‘pretty’ girl talked to him. The chase was frustrating at first, but later he actually found himself dropping all his other girls just to have a simple phone call with you.

This feeling of utter joy wasn’t because he got to sleep with you, though it was fucking incredible. It was the fact that he was sleeping here, in your bed as you laid sound asleep next to him. Something that seemed unattainable a few months ago, hell even a few days ago. Before he knew it the sun was already rising and he put his arm around you, loosely to make it seem as though he he was trying to hold you. He inched himself closer to you and kissed your cheek before closing his eyes with the same big smile on his face.

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Sneaking out of your house wasn't easy. He kept debating if it was worth leaving your cosy warm bed. For one, it was the right thing to do because he had no business staying longer than need be. By now if it was any other hook up he would have left the instance they closed their eyes. He wouldn't even have laid in bed next to them for that matter. With you he watched you sleep as though he was head over heels for you.

He wasn't. That is what he keeps telling himself for so long because when all of this started it was supposed to be the other way around. No one could make him, Jeon Jeongguk, lose at his own game. As he watched you again, mouth agape snoring a bit too loudly to be considered adorable, he wouldn't have it any other way. It was worth losing and he would do it over again any other day.

Just... Now isn't the right time for you to know all of this. He believed you already know and just wanted to play hard to get. It isn't like he was great at hiding it. Maybe you were trying to make him say it out loud. It was something that would definitely amuse you.

Though there was a small percent chance that the feelings weren’t mutual at all. With that in mind he crawled out of bed and took one last look at you before exiting your room.

author's note | uploading this old classic for the 10000th time. I added a bit more because I remember with the original I didn’t make it obvious that Jeongguk has the fattest crush on the OC ever since he met her.

chapters | 01 ▸ 02

#bts smut #bts fanfic #kpopwritingnet #jeongguk smut #taehyung smut #jeongguk x reader #taehyung x reader #dawn.writes

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RAGDOLL | p.jm. | PT. 8

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 //...// PART 9 //

Genre: Hybrid!AU, College!AU; A mix of everything?

Pairing: Hybrid!Jimin x Reader

Summary: As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

Warning: kinda angsty

The light filtered through the window of your bedroom, making you squeeze your eyes at the annoying sensation.

You turned around, searching for the cat hybrid that had just slept next to you, feeling the other half of your bed empty and strangely cold. Opening one eye to look around the room, you realized that you were by yourself and Jimin was nowhere to be seen.

You were ready to fall back asleep from the tiredness that you had accumulated from the precedent day, but something caught your attention.

A small yellow note was laying in his pillow right beside your face - you picked it up with a small frown, wondering what was written in it.

Good morning Y/N, Sorry If I went out without your permission, but Taehyung knocked on the door and asked me if I wanted to go out and play with him a little. Hope you’re okay with that. I prepared coffee for you. It’s on the table :) JIMIN

The writing was tidy and a small heart was drawn next to hid sign at the end of the paper.

You smiled instantly while reading the message, feeling a bit of a sour taste at the fact that he had to apologize because you didn’t give him the permission to go out, as if he was some type of kid.

You were thankful for the fact that he was starting to warm up to you and to your friends, but you couldn’t ignore some alarming signs that he had showed while you two were together.

He never looked at you in the eyes, he always froze when someone got to close to you or to him, he always acted like danger was near.

It was probably because of the abuse that he had experience, you thought.

He never tried to speak to you about what had happened too him, and you were starting to feel hopeless.

Neverthless, he needed some help and today was the day for him to meet professor Kwon.

Putting the note back on the nightstand, you lied back down on your bed falling back asleep almost instantly.

You managed to sleep for a couple of minutes more when the phone suddenly rang, making you cuss under your breath.

“What the fuck do you want?” You murmured putting the phone on your ear with a rough and ‘not-so-lovely’ voice.

“I guess you were sleeping ms. Y/N.” The voice of your professor resonated in your mind and you almost lost a beat.

“Professor?” Now you were finally awakened.

“Good morning to you too” He added as you swore to yourself.

You had fucked up once again.

“I’m so so sorry Mr. Kwon. I thought that it was Namjoon.” You said getting up from the bed - walking nervously around your apartment.

“Yeah, I imagined.” He said making you feel more embarrassed as the seconds passed.

“I feel so ashamed. What did you wanted to tell me?” You asked sitting down on the couch.

“I just wanted to remind you that the visit for today has been rescheduled and you had to be here exactly 34 minutes ago.” He said and you almost jumped out of the couch.

“What?!” You yelled looking at the clock.

10:34 am

Fuck.

“We’ll be there in 5 minutes, no wait. 3 minutes, I’ll brush my hair when I’m there.” Opening your wardrobe, you threw your clothes on your bed searching for something to wear.

“See you later.” He said and you almost cursed again.

“Sorry.” You said before hanging up and taking off your pajama.

“I’m so fucking dumb!” You yelled while putting on a pair of jeans.

Jumping around the apartment, you managed to get ready in less then a minute before storming outside of the door.

Now you just needed to find Jimin.

Running with messy hair outside of the dorms, you searched for them in the backyard, noticing the small ears of your cat hybrid - that was sitting in the grass while Taehyung was jumping around with a big smile stamped on his face and a disinterested Namjoon was reading a book, sitting on a bench.

“Jimin!” You yelled loudly for him and he turned around as soon as he heard your voice getting up as fast as he could.

He ran towards you with a worried face at the sight of your distressed.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He asked looking at your body - as if he was trying to see if something had happened to you.

“We need to go! We are late!” You grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him as you ran out of the backyard with small drips of sweat forming on your forehead.

“I didn’t say goodbye to Tae.” He said while running and you responded without stopping your fasted pace.

“I’ll call him to tell him what happened.” You said looking at the building where your professor was from afar.

“Finally!” You exclaimed, opening the door of your professor’s studio with heavy breathing.

You walked with him by your side towards big door with the sign “Professor Kwon” on it and you knocked.

“Come in.” His voice responded and you tried to open the door but Jimin stopped you.

He held your hand with a low head, preventing you from moving further - making you look at him with n expression full of confusion and concern.

“I’m scared.” He said making you heart warmer.

It was the first time for him to express himself so directly.

“I will stay with you all the time. You don’t have to worry about anything.” You assured him, brushing his hair off his forehead and smiling sweetly at him.

“Are you ready?” You asked and he nodded holding your hand close to his side with intertwined fingers.

You opened the door, being welcomed by your professor almost as soon as you stepped inside.

His studio was huge and lightened by big windows on the wall. It was well furnished and a bunch of certificates were hung up on it as well.

“Good Morning.” You said feeling Jimin’s hand squeeze yours harder as Mr. Kwon walked towards you.

You caressed his hand with your thumb to make him feel better.

“This is Jimin right?” He gave the hybrid a big smile, offering him his hand to shake.

Jimin looked at it at first, giving it a small sniff before shaken it back with low ears and a moving tail.

“Since we don’t have a lot of time, I think that we should get going quite quickly.” He said taking place at his desk.

“Can you tell me what were his major concerns and what you think improved while you were with him?” He asked writing something on his computer.

You looked at the cat hybrid that was now looking at you without moving his gaze.

“He was underweight.” You started talking.

“But he gained some and now you can no longer see his ribs.” You said and Jimin looked at you with a questioning gaze.

“I saw it while you were changing..” You whispered to him - seeing his cheeks turn red.

“He had a would that is now healing. It was infected at first because he didn’t receive the proper medical assistance when he needed it.” You said and the professor looked up from the screen.

“When you got hurt, did you say something to the shelter’s staff?” He asked Jimi but he didn’t respond.

He looked at you, searching for help but you couldn’t talk for him - because you didn’t know anything as well.

“What about the reason? How did you get the wound?” He asked again, receiving only silence as a response.

The professor looked at you, but he realized that you didn’t know anything by your sad eyes.

Sadly unlike your peers, you had failed to talk to him about what happened previously. Maybe Jimin didn’t trust you enough.

“Okay, What about the panic attacks?” He asked.

“He had one recently, but it was because of a fight.” You said.

“A fight?” Mr. Kwon laid his gaze on you again.

“Yeah, it was at the shelter. I got attacked by two guards and he helped me but he got a panic attack right after.” You explained.

He furrowed his brows.

“He helped you?”

You nodded.

“He bit one of them and they ran away.” You explained - trying to skip the details.

“The panic attack was caused by the fact that. he had been aggressive with someone?” He asked you, fixing his look on the computer screen.

You knew your professor and you had realized what he was trying to do: was he trying to check your abilities and knowledge?

“I think that the attack was caused by the fact that I was hurt.” You said and he nodded lightly before getting up from his chair.

“Come here Jimin.” He picked up the stethoscope, calling out for the cat hybrid.

Jimin looked at you with scared eyes.

“You just need to seat in there. He’ll hear. your heartbeat and see if something’s wrong. Then we’re good to go.” You whispered to him and he nodded getting up slowly.

“You can sit here after taking off your shirt.” Your professor told him to sit down in the table.

He did as he told him, keeping a slightly distance from him - sitting down on the cold surface.

Mr. Kwon tried to bring the stethoscope close to his back, but Jimin flinched at the movement whining lightly with closed eyes.

“Y/N maybe you should stay here with him.” Your professor called for you and you nodded, getting closer.

You held his hand and Jimin relaxed at the touch of your warmth. He pulled you close, hiding his face into your neck while your professor rested the cold metallic object to his back. You caressed his hair, massaging his fluffy ears until your professor said that everything was done.

“Everything seems right. His heartache is within range and he could breathe without difficulties. The wound that he has it’s healing like you said and it’s almost a scar, so you did a good job with the medicament.” He explained a you smiled at his words.

“However I need to talk to you about something in private.” He said and you froze from the nervousness.

Jimin was still holding onto you as he spoke.

“By ourselves? Without him?” You asked looking at Jimin.”

Your professor nodded, walking towards the door and you smiled sadly at the hybrid.

He moved his head for your neck

“Do I need to go?” He asked and you nodded.

“Just wait for me outside okay? I’ll come in a sec.” Jimin nodded slowly, walking outside of the room and Mr. Kwon closed the door.

You sat down in front of his desk and you waited for him to start talking.

“I think that you should talk to Jimin about what happened.” he said and you sighed.

“I tried, I swear I tried but I don’t want to forc-”

“He’s keeping everything inside and this could kill him. He’s living with fear. You need to help him Y/N.” He explained making you feel even more upset.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to me about it. Maybe he doesn’t trust me enough.” You said and he smiled at you.

“You just need to speak to him. He’ll never heal if he keeps everything inside. He needs to talk.”

“What if he just doesn’t? I can’t force the words out of him. Maybe I’m not the right one. Everyone already managed to speak with their hybrid but I’m just too scared of hurting him. I don’t want to force him and I don’t think he feels close enough to me to tell me everything.” You confessed feeling conflicted and sad.

Jimin was sitting down on the floor outside of the studio, eavesdropping everything with his white ears curved upwards. His teeth were munching on his power lip and a small frown was stamped on his forehead in concentration.

“Your job is to help him. If you can’t do it, I’m sorry but I’ll consider this internship a fail.” He said looking at you with a stern face that he had never showed.

“What does it mean?” You asked, feeling your eyes itch.

“That we’ll have to find someone who can do it to take your place.”

As soon as his words left his mouth, your blood froze in your veins and Jimin’s did too.

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theofficialcunt · 6 years

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Simplicité - Chapter 10

Hello everyone! Happy Holidays! Finally a full chapter for you guys (4.8k to be exact, which I believe makes this the longest chapter yet!), and I hope y’all wont be disappointed.

In this chapter, Bianca and Adore finally go to the much anticipated Modern Salon interview! Courtney receives a surprise at work, Valentina is confused about her feelings, and Farrah confides in an old friend. Just as a warning, this chapter is not for the faint of heart, there is a lot of angst. No TW’s that I can think of other then the angst. As always, thank you to my wonderful beta, @veronicasanders

Five hours later, Bianca was awakened by the sound of her alarm blaring on her bedside table. She groaned, wondering why the fuck her phone was so obnoxiously loud this morning as she went to hit the end button.

Staring at the bright screen hurt her eyes a little more than usual, and that was when she realized she was hungover. It wasn’t a terrible hangover, but it was one of the worst ones she’s had in awhile.

She sighed, kicking her feet out from underneath the covers before getting out of bed. Nausea hit her like a wave, and that’s when she began to remember the events of last night. And how many drinks she had.

She silently shuffled into the kitchen to make some toast, where she saw Adore run down the narrow hallway (in a very tiny crop top that left little to the imagination) to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her, and almost immediately following, Bianca heard the sound of gagging.

Gross, she thought.

Then the panic settled in as she realized that they had the huge interview this morning. A chorus of heaves echoed down the hall to the kitchen, and Bianca groaned.

She better fucking get her act together, Bianca thought. This was the chance of a lifetime, that could launch each of their careers if they played their cards right. She was taking this very seriously, despite her stomach curdling as well. They had to be at the Modern offices by 9, which meant that they had to be ready in about 30 minutes.

She quickly ran to her own bathroom, throwing her old hair spray coated curls into a messy but chic looking bun on the top of her head. She then tied a sequined wrap around her head, flattening out any unflattering fly away hairs. Grabbing her bottle of Pepto out of her medicine cabinet, she chugged directly from the bottle until she felt it really coat her throat and stomach. She also grabbed her ibuprofen and propped it in her purse for good luck.

She then began to quickly work on her eyes, which to her annoyance always fucking took the longest. She quickly smeared heavily pigmented colors like silver and black to take attention away from her prominent dark circles. Using dark orange concealer, she caked her under-eye and upper lip in it to attempt to conceal any dark circles and small hairs.

Bianca furiously blended out her foundation with a beauty blender, covering the orange and setting it all quickly with some loose Covergirl powder she had leftover from an old shoot. She sprayed her face vigorously with some setting spray, and smiled triumphantly to herself in the mirror.

“How do you do that so fast, man?”

Bianca jumped, pressing her hand over her heart. “What the fuck? You scared me bitch! Ever heard of knocking?”

“We’re both girls. Why do I need to knock?” Adore asked, twirling a straight black hair around her finger grinning as she eyed Bianca’s short silk dressing robe.

“Oh gee, I don’t know, because I like to have my privacy?” Bianca snapped. “How would you like it if I barged in while you were taking a shit?”

“The more the merrier! I’m not shy!” Adore exclaimed wiggling her eyebrows.

“You’re one disgusting femme,” Bianca snorted, the corner of her lip curling up.

“And you’re one uptight bitch,” Adore laughed.

“Don’t you need to get ready?” Bianca asked, ignoring the bitch comment as she precisely smoothed a glossy red lipstick over her lips.

“I’m not the star of the interview so I’m ready.” Adore yawned.

“True, but you still need to look presentable. This is not presentable.” Bianca gestured to her sweats and tight black crop top. “At least do a subtle cat eye and a nude lip.”

“Ugh fiiiine.” Adore smiled playfully as she slowly walked out of the room.

“Hurry up, we need to leave in 5,” Bianca ordered, wondering why Adore was acting more lackadaisical than usual. “And you cannot wear a crop top and sweats to the interview!”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Ugh! I’m not old enough to be a ma’am!” Bianca called after her.

———

Bianca and Adore somehow managed to make it downtown within 30 minutes, despite Adore literally dragging her feet, which gave them 15 minutes of wiggle room. Bianca smiled up at the large skyscraper with excitement, taking a deep breath before she walked in with Adore. A serious looking, well dressed receptionist greeted them.

“Hello, my name is Robbie. How may I assist you today?” Robbie had a very cheerful voice, but looked as if she could shred you into pieces if you crossed her. She had short strawberry blonde hair that was fixed into immaculate curls. A strong cat eye accented her bright red lips, which at the moment were intimidating to Adore.

“Bianca Del Rio, checking in,” Bianca chimed.

“Is um, Adore with you as well?” Robbie asked as she looked at her computer screen.

“I’m fucking here man!” Adore exclaimed, throwing her fist up into the air. Bianca shot her a death glare as Robbie chuckled.

“Wow! I can definitely appreciate your enthusiasm, Miss Delano. I’m sure Miss O’Hara will as well.” Robbie said awkwardly, feigning a smile. “She’ll be down shortly.”

“O’Hara? I knew a smoking hot girl in high school by that last name. We all called her the big OH Hara. Get it?” Adore asked, as she burst into a fit of laughter.

Robbie’s face went from amused to absolutely confused terror. She cleared her throat uncomfortably before she began to type furiously on her computer.

It was at that moment where it clicked for Bianca. Adore was still intoxicated from the night before.

She grabbed Adore, pulling her over to the nearby sofa.

“Please, tell me you are not still drunk.” Bianca hissed into her ear. She caught a whiff of marijuana, sighing internally already knowing the answer.

“I’m just a little buzzed man, but I’m fine.” Adore drawled, patting her on the back.

Calm down, Bianca thought to herself. Maybe she will charm Miss O’hara with her overwhelming enthusiasm.

That was all Bianca could do, was hope. Hope for a miracle. She could feel the nervous sweat beading at the back of her neck. She never felt anxious but Adore’s behavior could literally make or break this interview. Drunk Adore was definitely not professional Adore, especially after last nights shenanigans.’

The elevator across the room opened, and a petite girl with long raven hair appeared. She was wearing a plaid pencil skirt, with a mustard yellow cardigan and white blouse.

“Hi, I’m Phi Phi. You must be Bianca.” Phi Phi smiled, extending her hand out. “It’s so nice to finally meet the genius behind Simplicité.”

“You’re too kind Miss O’Hara.” Bianca flushed red, butterflies filling her stomach as she tried not to worry about Adore. “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“Are you Miss O’Hara?” Adore asked, slurring her words as she stumbled towards the pair.

“Why yes I am! You must be the charming Miss Delano.” Phi Phi laughed, extending her hand for a shake. Except Adore didn’t shake her hand. Instead, she pulled Phi Phi in for a hug, taking the girl by surprise.

“I’m a hugger,” Adore muttered as she squeezed her close. Phi Phi squirmed uncomfortably in her embrace, before Adore finally let her go.

“Gosh, if I didn’t know any better I would say your assistant smells like marijuana and alcohol,” Phi Phi said, tilting her head with a smile. “Interesting. Well, I suppose I’ll take you up to my office.”

Bianca’s heart sank. Phi Phi clocked Adore almost instantly. She was feeling frustrated, beating herself up for not taking better care of herself and Adore last night. She should have never gone out, and now she was seriously regretting having Adore set up this interview.

“We’ll meet you up there Phi Phi. I just need to have a quick chat with my PA.” Bianca said, smiling through gritted teeth.

“Very well. I’m on floor 37,” Phi Phi replied as the elevator doors closed.

Bianca grabbed Adore’s wrist before hissing into her ear.

“Listen here. Your job today is to go to the bathroom and wait there until this interview is over. Understand?”

“Dude, you’re acting crazy.” Adore laughed, brushing off her tight grip.

“No, YOU are. Who drinks as much as you did before a huge interview? You’re still fucking drunk. Just go. I’ll text you when we’re done,” Bianca snarled.

Adore stood frozen, unsure of how to respond. She felt like Bianca was acting unfairly, but didn’t really care enough in this moment. It was just an interview.

“Whatever,” Adore shrugged before walking to the bathroom.

Bianca sighed with relief, power walking to the elevator before Miss O’Hara changed her mind.

——

“Good morning!” Courtney sang song, a Starbucks coffee in hand as she sauntered into the salon.

“Someone got laid.” Bob smirked.

“Well I don’t like to brag but-“

“You don’t have to.” Valentina said, tight lipped. “You have a delivery.”

Valentina gestured towards her station, where a beautiful bouquet of daisies, accompanied by a card were waiting for her.

Courtney,

I loved last night. Thanks for showing me a good time, and not snatching me bald.

Your lover, Alaska Thunderfuck

Courtney laughed at the last line, folding the card before putting it into her purse. When did she even have time to order these?

“I don’t understand what exactly she’s talking about half of the time, but I have to admit she’s a funny one,” Courtney admitted. “She referred to herself as my lover though, and I’m not really looking for that right now.”

“What are you looking for exactly?” Valentina asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

“Some pussy!” Bob called across the room.

“Shut up! Do you ever have appointments?” Courtney asked as she laughed.

“Not at nine in the fucking morning,” Bob chimed.

Valentina looked over at the daisies, still feeling that odd feeling from last night. What was wrong with her?

Alaska: What did she think of the flowers?

Valentina: She loved them! She wouldn’t stop talking about how much of a great time she had with you.

Alaska: Really? She seemed kind of cold to me this morning. Did she say anything else?

Valentina: That’s just Courtney in the morning. She’s really not herself until she has her coffee with coconut oil in it.

Valentina smirked to herself as she read the conversation.

“Is that Valentín?” Courtney teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“No.” Valentina’s eyes shifted. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re smiling at your phone like a schoolgirl that’s all.” Courtney shrugged, a wide grin spreading across her face.

“I am not,” Valentina snapped, turning back towards her phone.

Valentina: This might be a bit early, and she’d probably kill me if I told you…

Valentina: But she wants something serious and she told me that she felt a real connection with you.

Alaska: Omg, are you serious? I totally felt that too. Like, I feel like I could actually be a brunette around her.

Valentina chuckled to herself, realizing that she wore a platinum blonde wig last night and that Courtney still didn’t know what her real hair looked like.

“You sure that’s not your boyfriend?” Bob asked.

“Ugh! I’m sure guys!” Valentina rolled her eyes. No response from Alaska.

“So Courtney, do you think you’ll see Alaska again?” Valentina asked.

“Hmm,” Courtney pondered. “I mean, she was a good time. I’m not really looking for something serious right now though.”

“So, is that a yes?” Bob asked confused.

“I mean, I’m not opposed to it. I’m just not really looking for a relationship right now. As long as she doesn’t overwhelm me with gifts, I wouldn’t mind going out again.” Courtney shrugged.

Valentina: She’s a tough one to win over though. Her love language is receiving gifts, so the more the merrier. She LOVES being the center of attention.

Alaska: I’ll get right on that. Thanks for all the help Valentina! You’re the best wingwoman ever.

Valentina smiled to herself before putting her phone back into her jacket pocket.

———-

“So, Bianca. Tell me a little bit about what got you into the hair and makeup industry,” Phi Phi asked as she sat poised with a pen.

“I really just wanted to follow in my mother's footsteps. She was amazing with hair, and knew how to beautify anyone at any age. She is my biggest inspiration.”

“What was your mother's specialty?”

“She loved doing updos and prom hair mostly.”

“It must be nice to be able to have a family member that understands your line of work,” Phi Phi chuckled. “Does your mother work for you, or is she retired?”

Bianca gulped nervously.

“Unfortunately my mother passed away a few months ago,” Bianca said shakily.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry to hear that!” Phi Phi exclaimed apologetically, looking up from her notepad for the first time.

“Thank you,” Bianca replied stiffly, trying not to show too much emotion. This was business, not a chat with a friend.

Phi Phi cleared her throat uncomfortably, eyes shifting back to her notes.

“What would you say are some of your strengths are as a cosmetologist?”

“I’m very good at visualizing things. For example, I’m great at doing before and after photos, especially when a client comes to me with box dyed hair.”

“Ugh, that box dye is horrible.” Phi Phi agreed as she laughed. “I saw some of your before and afters on your instagram page. The one that impressed me the most was that one of your assistant, Miss Delano. Where did she run off to?”

Shit.

“Uh, she wasn’t feeling well this morning so I told her to go relax in the lobby.”

“Oh, great she didn’t go too far! I’ll call Robbie and tell to bring her up. I’d love to ask her a few questions if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Bianca said hesitantly as she smiled tightly.

A wicked grin spread across Phi Phi’s face as she dialed Robbie’s number.

“Yes, hi Robbie please send Miss Delano up to me immediately. Thank you.” Phi Phi clicked end before Robbie could reply.

“Anyway, while we wait for Adore, I’d love to offer you a networking opportunity. You seem to have a lot of talent and Chicago Fashion Week is coming up. I know Redken wants a local salon to do hair and makeup for their models, so I would love to give you their contact information,” Phi Phi rattled off. “If you believe you and your team are up to it, anyway.”

“Of course!” Bianca exclaimed without hesitation. “Do you have a card?”

Phi Phi rifled through her desk before she found a business card, scribbling down Redken's information.

“Here’s a number with an extension directly to the Redken fashion week manager. If they ask how you got it, just use me as a reference.”

“Wow, thanks,” Bianca said, taking a picture of the business card with her phone before putting both away. She couldn’t wait to connect with them later on.

Miss O’hara’s elevator doors opened and Adore stumbled through them clumsily to Bianca’s dismay.

Apparently she didn’t get the “stay in the bathroom” memo.

“Oh hello Adore! Please have a seat,” Phi Phi cooed, gesturing to the chair next to Bianca.

Adore slumped down into the chair and let her legs hang wide open. Thank god she was wearing leggings underneath her sheer black dress.

“So Adore, what made you decide to dye your hair black and get a keratin treatment?” Phi Phi asked.

“Well, I didn’t really have a say,” Adore shrugged. “I just did what Bianca wanted.”

Phi Phi raised her eyebrows with fascination at the statement.

“Really? So you had no say in how your hair was going to turn out?” Phi Phi cocked her head.

Fuck. This was going to be a fucking disaster, Bianca could feel it. She felt like she was going to faint as she watched Adore slide down the chair and onto the floor.

“Nah. But I mean, Courm was right, my hair was a fuckin’ mess,” Adore slurred.

“I’m sorry who?”

“Courm! Courtney, sorry. She’s a coworker of mine, real pretty blonde. Knows how to be pretty better than I do.”

Phi Phi looked between the two girls uneasily before scribbling vigorously on the notepad.

“Do you like how your hair turned out?” Phi Phi asked.

“I think it’s obvious that she does Miss O’Hara,” Bianca spat, growing more and more annoyed.

“B, it’s fine, don’t stress man. Yeah, I like it. I went from a 6 to a 10 in a couple of hours. It was a party,” Adore drawled.

“Interesting.” Phi Phi nodded. “Alright, well I think that about covers everything I was going to ask you. Simplicité will be featured in the next edition of Modern.”

“Thank you so much for the opportunity,” Bianca said graciously as she stood up. She towered over the petite raven haired woman, who then shook her hand briskly.

“It wasn’t a problem. Oh my gosh, Can I see that business card that I gave you? I just realized, I think I gave you the wrong number,” Phi Phi asked.

“Sure...” Bianca said wearily as she handed it over and Phi Phi then set it on her desk.

”I’ll send you an email with the correct one tonight.” Phi Phi smiled. “Hopefully our paths will cross again soon. Great to meet you both.”

Bianca smiled awkwardly, thanking her before she and Adore exited her penthouse office. As they stood in the elevator, an awkward tension built as they descended floor by floor.

“Bianca-“

“No. Not here,” Bianca said coldly, putting a hand up in front of her face. “And not until you sober up.”

Adore nodded, pressing her lips tightly together before the elevator doors opened. She didn’t think she had been acting unprofessionally, but judging by Bianca’s annoyance she had been.

“Have a great day.” Robbie waved kindly to them as they exited the elevator.

“Thanks, you too,” Bianca murmured, defeated.

——

Bianca had originally wanted to wait until Adore had sobered up to really yell at her. Why she would even think to extend such generosity to her, she didn’t know. But the more she thought about the interview on the drive home, the angrier she became.

Adore was singing along obnoxiously to some Dua Lipa song on the radio, hands flailing about outside of the window like she didn’t just ruin Bianca’s biggest opportunity. It was a warm day today, not too humid surprisingly but warm enough to wear short sleeves without a coat.

Bianca tapped the radio off, glaring at the road ahead of them as she merged onto the tollway.

“What the fuck man!” Adore exclaimed, turning the radio back on. Bianca promptly slammed her radio back off, giving Adore vicious side eye.

“Do you even realize what you’ve done?” Bianca started, voice dripping with bitterness.

“Uh, yeah I’ve just been singing along to the radio. What’s your damage today? You’re seriously in a bad mood,” Adore observed, propping her feet on the dashboard.

Bianca accelerated towards the nearest off ramp, cutting someone off to get there. She sped through the intersection and flashed through the yellow light before coming to a screeching halt on the side of the main road. The car heaved as she slammed on her brakes, propelling them both forward before shifting the car in park.

“What the fuck is wrong with you man? Are you crazy?” Adore exclaimed, glaring at Bianca.

“The better question is are YOU crazy?” Bianca countered, slamming her hands on the steering wheel in frustration. “Do you even realize what you’ve fucking done?”

“Besides help you at the interview? No, Bianca I don’t know.”

“No you idiot. You fucking ruined everything!” Bianca screamed, as she felt her eyes burn. “Any opportunity to go to Chicago fashion week, or New York or to even have a successful business is gone!”

Adore was silent, daring not to move a muscle. Every ounce of color she had left had drained from her face as Bianca yelled at her in a way no one had ever yelled at her before.

“Do you know why it’s gone, Adore?” Bianca asked calmly.

Adore was unable to move, frozen in fear by the intensity in Bianca’s voice.

“Let me fucking spell it out for you. You. You irresponsibly drank, smoked, did whatever it is you do at the bar and you’re still drunk this morning! And drunk you thought it would be okay to smoke before an interview-“

“It was to fucking calm my stomach down!” Adore protested. “So I could fucking be there for you today!”

“Be there for me?” Bianca said agast. “Adore if you really wanted to be there for me, you wouldn't've fucking drank that much last night. You should know your fucking limits by now, you aren’t a fucking child.”

“You know what a child would have done?” Adore said, raising her voice now. “A child would have called out sick and left you to fend for yourself.”

“No, Adore you’re wrong. An adult would have done that. You did what a CHILD would do, which is irresponsibly drink before an important interview, show up still drunk and high and try to charm the pants off of the executive of a major magazine by slurring your words and embarrassing me,” Bianca sneered.

Adore was sobered by the conversation, not knowing what to say. Nothing she would say would make this better. Her head was spinning, not knowing where to go or what to do to fix this.

“You ruined everything me and my mother had been working so hard for,” Bianca spat, voice cracking near the end.

“Bianca-“

“Do me a huge favor and just shut the fuck up already,” Bianca snapped, turning the car back on. “Just shut the fuck up. I’m dropping you off at home and then I’m going to work. Fucking take a nap or something. Sober up, not that it fucking matters now.”

Adore gulped, tears stinging as she looked out the window of the car. She refused to look at Bianca the rest of the way home.

——-

Bianca walked into the salon, not acknowledging anyone. She ran downstairs, slammed the door of her office and locked it, before sliding down the back of it. She felt relief finally, to be alone and to let herself cry. Sobs bubbled out of her with ease, and she didn’t even care at this point.

She fixated on a picture of her and her mother hanging on the wall nearby. They were smiling, matching dimples and all, arms around each other as they posed for the camera. Everything had led up to this interview, just to be thrown away by one person. By one poor decision.

There were so many things she could have done to prevent this. For one, she could’ve just left Adore at home. Or never even hired her.

But Bianca made the decision to have Adore set up the interview, and come along. Bianca had made the decision to hire Adore because of how fucking charming she is. She has a charisma that is irreplaceable and will take her far no matter what.

Anyone would be fired after the stunt that Adore pulled today. But Bianca just couldn’t bring herself to fire her. She had nothing. No family out here, no other job opportunities. But she still needed to be at least penalized. Something.

But she just.. had such a hard time with it. When Adore was on, she was on. Despite the fashion choice and a more lackadaisical approach on the phone, professionals and clients alike adored her. She had something that no one could replace or duplicate.

Bianca was guilty of feeling the attraction to her. It was hard not to, she was just so charming.

Clearly, there was something holding her back from letting her go. She just couldn’t admit that to Adore. Not with Farrah in the picture. And definitely not as one of her employees.

She sighed, tears starting to slow down as she refocused on the picture of her and her mother.

What would she do? Bianca wondered How would her mom have handled it?

———

Farrah: We need to talk. Are you at work?

Adore stared down at her phone sadly. She was still crying from being yelled at by Bianca earlier.

Adore: I’m at home.

Farrah: Can I come over?

Adore: Can you come at around 6 or 7? I don’t feel too good.

Farrah: I guess.

Adore leaned her head against her bed frame, knowing that Farrah was probably still pissed about last night. She had gotten pretty intimate with Bianca on the dancefloor, and in the bathroom too which Farrah didn’t know about.

Maybe that's what hurt so bad about Bianca yelling at her. Not even 13 hours ago, they had bonded in the bathroom and on the dancefloor of the bar. That had been the first time she had really felt close to her roommate, and not so alone. To have that shattered by her own stupid mistake was devastating.

She usually didn’t take this sort of thing so hard though. She wondered if there could be something more behind her feeling this down about Bianca directing her hatred towards her.

She felt like she was obligated to fix this mess that she had put them in. She decided to do some research on Miss O’hara, googling her name and scrolling through the internet for some sort of saving grace. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but she had to find a way to help Bianca.

Phi Phi O’Hara catapults Modern Salon into international success

Phi Phi O’Hara: An Autobiography on sale now!

Modern Salon: The cosmetology industry’s first LGBT+ friendly powerhouse.

Adore clicked on the links, reading through each article trying to find one little nugget of hope.

It wasn’t until the last article where a lightbulb went off.

That’s when she got an idea.

Adore: I need your help.

——

The nerve, Farrah thought as she clicked out of her messages with Adore. Honestly she was so tired of being on the back burner.

Farrah: Are you doing anything right now?

Eureka: Just working. Why?

Farrah: Can I stop by?

Eureka: Sure. Wouldn’t your girlfriend get mad though?

Farrah:: She doesn’t care. I’ll be there shortly.

That wasn’t a complete lie. Adore really didn’t care about anything but herself and her work. Would she care if she knew? Probably. But in Farrah’s mind, she didn’t need to know.

———-

“Hey baby! I missed you!” Farrah cooed, blowing Eureka an air kiss as she walked into the bakery.

Eureka smiled, feeling her heart flutter as she saw Farrah for the first time in ages. It was almost like old times, as she handed off Farrah’s order to her in her small bag.

“I can’t have sex with you,” Farrah murmured over the counter. “But, I can definitely hang out with you.”

“It’s not about that for me.” Eureka smiled. “I’m just happy to spend some time with you.”

Farrah blushed, looking down into her bag as she took a bite out of her croissant.

“You remembered my order.” Farrah exclaimed.

“Of course I did! You’ve been ordering the same thing for months.” Eureka laughed. “So what’s on your mind? I can tell somethings wrong.”

Farrah bit her lip, hesitating as she stared down at the floor.

“The girlfriend,” Eureka sighed. “Alright, lay it on me. I’ll try not to be biased.”

Farrah told her all about last night. The dancing, the drunkenness, the fact that Adore didn’t chase after her when she left the club.

“It sounds like you guys aren’t on the same page. It seems like she wants something more casual,” Eureka said.

“I don’t want casual!” Farrah whined. “I just want something serious. Someone who can watch netflix and cuddle with me at night.”

Eureka nodded, trying to think of something to say other than ‘Dump her ass.’

“What should I do?” Farrah asked.

“I don’t know, but if you aren’t happy then I don’t think you should be with her,” Eureka said uneasily.

Farrah nodded, finishing her food in silence as she thought over everything. Adore was fun to be around and good in bed. But she didn’t seem like the serious relationship type of girl. In fact, she didn’t seem too serious about anything really.

“I think you’re right,” Farrah admitted. “I’m done being unhappy and doing things on her terms. I’m just going to see her tomorrow and deal with it then.”

Farrah: Can I just see you tomorrow instead? We can talk after work.

Adore: Sure.

“Of course she doesn’t care,” Farrah scoffed.

“Well, there's someone here that does,” Eureka said, smiling softly at her.

#multi chap #simplicité #biadore

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What it’s like to shelter in place in San Francisco.

The order directs me and an estimated 6.7 million residents to stay inside, turning our apartments into our homes, offices, gyms, and schools.

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The San Francisco Bay Area’s estimated 6.7 million residents have been ordered to remain at home as much as possible until April 7 to contain the coronavirus disease.

Known as a shelter-in-place order, the directive has shuttered businesses, offices, and has caused the city’s daily rhythm to come to a screeching halt.

I live in San Francisco and have spent four days under the order.

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I had a routine prior to March 9.

I woke up at 6 a.m. for a brisk walk to work through the still-sleeping city into the office near the Financial District of San Francisco. I had my route nailed down perfectly, up one street and down another to spot the cats in the bay windows of their owners’ apartments. One had flattened ears, the other would meow at me. I was always glum when I walked by and they weren’t there.

That came to halt, as it needed to, in early March, as the coronavirus disease began to pose a bigger threat to San Francisco. On March 5, the first two confirmed cases were found, with authorities warning that the disease was likely already being transmitted in the city. Now there are 76.

The coronavirus pandemic has perforated the lives of millions, either directly or indirectly, as it has spread across the globe. The number of confirmed cases sits at 240,000. Some know people who have it, or have a friend of a friend who does. Regardless, we all feel the effects of the measures being taken to quell the spread of the virus.

On February 25, Mayor London Breed declared a state of emergency in San Francisco, my home of two years. Since then, offices have steadily shuttered one by one. The big names of the tech city — Twitter, Google, LinkedIn — began implementing work-from-home orders. Employees increasingly began adapting to carving out workspaces in their homes. Then the city took it a step further.

The estimated 6.7 million residents in the San Francisco Bay Area were ordered to shelter in place, or to stay at home, in an effort to create space amongst the region’s occupants and decrease the risk of spreading the virus, which is transmissible by respiratory droplets.

The order lasts until April 7 but could get extended, San Francisco Mayor London Breed told my colleague, Troy Wolverton, on Thursday.

It’s Friday, and we are on Day 4. Here’s what it’s been like.

Tuesday, Day 1: I work East Coast hours since my managers are in New York, so I wake up at 6: 15 am.

My desk.

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I’ve gotten into the habit of lighting a candle when I log on for work. A quick “Morning!” and a wave emoji thrown into Slack, and then the workday begins.

My officemates and I in Business Insider’s West Coast bureau started working from home on March 9. So this is Week 2 for us.

There are many more across the world and in the city that cannot do their jobs from home.

Arizmendi Bakery in San Francisco on March 17 before it closed.

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In the Bay Area, these are people providing essential services and who are exempt from the shelter-in-place order. It’s the restaurant workers who are providing takeout food only since dining in is banned. It’s the owners of hardware stores, the bus operators, the first responders, the postal workers. There are also the most vulnerable residents, the estimated 28,200 living on the streets with nowhere to remain indoors.

Restaurant workers are already being laid off as their employers struggle beneath the crushing lack of business.

I’m an office worker, only sometimes needing to be on the ground to do my job.

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Across the region, from the heart of Silicon Valley to San Francisco to Contra Costa County to the east, many of us are adapting to signing on for work at home. The lines between our professional and home lives are blurred, our desks mere feet from our beds for some. For working parents, the challenge is even greater with school districts having shut down.

There are a few different schools of thought on the ins-and-outs of how to work from home.

Slippers are a must for me.

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Ever since remote work has been more of a focus in light of the virus, reams of advice have cropped up on how to work from home most efficiently. Sweatpants or jeans and a button-down? Shower in the morning or after work? I’ve been oscillating between both.

After a few hours into Day 1, something seems missing from the usual environment on my street. I realize that it’s quiet.

California Street, usually filled with cable cars, is seen empty in San Francisco on March 18.

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A cable car line usually runs down the street from my place, and I’d gotten used to the sound of it trudging by. It had even become soothing. But in an effort to protect the operators from contracting the virus, the city shut the cable cars down for the shelter-in-place order.

The absence of it is deafening. In their place are Muni buses, with “Cable Car” running across the marquees. It feels strange to look out my window as I’m working to see a bus roll by instead of the open-air cable car.

The bus system hadn’t been shut down since a closed cab separates operators from riders. Cable cars didn’t have that.

At 10: 30 a.m., the WiFi stopped working, prompting a nervous meltdown on my end.

My desk setup.

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I have two roommates, and all of us are now on it for nine hours each day. I have an ethernet cord and insist on running it from the router in my roommate’s room, through the hall, and under my door into my room.

Later on, an Amazon package is delivered.

I ordered a yoga mat and a foot rest for my desk.

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I’m lucky enough to live 1.2 miles from my office. I usually walk the 30-minute trip both ways, and I quickly realize the lost hour of round-trip cardio will likely start to take a toll. I ordered a yoga mat a few days prior and a 25-pound kettlebell, in addition to the two 8-pound dumbbells I already owned.

I leave the mat and equipment out so that I’m more inclined to stop and move/stretch/work my body for at least 15 minutes after working my brain all day. I can’t afford a sophisticated workout system like Tonal, a $3,000 at-home strength training machine that you mount to the wall. The San Francisco-based company has seen sales triple just in the past week.

At 3: 45 p.m., I log off to shower and then was in need of a grocery store run.

A Trader Joe’s in San Francisco on March 17.

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At the time, and even now, the mechanics of the shelter-in-place order seemed ambiguous.

The order isn’t a full lockdown, like in Italy — we don’t need government permission to leave our apartments.

We’re allowed to go outside, but should we? What will the grocery store look like, will my fellow shoppers and I have enough space to social distance? If I accidentally walk within six feet of someone on the sidewalk and a police officer sees me do it, do I get fined? The uncertainty of the lengths to which I should go to fulfill my social responsibility is paralyzing.

When I go to Trader Joe’s, most of the shelves are wiped clean. No one was putting six feet between themselves, including me just by default — the aisles are narrow. I got in and out quickly.

Things outside my apartment seemed normal but with an uneasy sense that things were, of course, not.

Wednesday, Day 2: It ironically rained most of the day.

The sun poked through at times, though.

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Dishes also began to pile up seemingly out of nowhere as my desk, in my room, became where I ate my meals — if I remembered to eat anything.

It’s almost 11: 30 a.m. when I glance at the clock.

One of my two windows.

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I notice the light fading from the room and check the clock again to see that it’s dinnertime. One of the many tips included in work-from-home how-to articles is to set an alarm at the end of the workday to remind yourself to log off. I promptly do this.

Another tip to keep your wits about you is to occupy your free time with FaceTime conversations with loved ones.

They’re the highlight of my day.

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Calls made to relatives back home in Texas are starting to take up a hefty amount of my time. I’m painfully aware that they’re all older, part of an age demographic that is more susceptible to contracting the virus and experiencing severe symptoms.

They live in Texas, where the virus and the accompanying panic hadn’t yet spread as badly as elsewhere.

This week, however, also brought stricter measures for Texans as it did for us in California. Gov. Greg Abbott estimated that the number of confirmed cases will be in the tens of thousands in the next two weeks, according to the Texas Tribune. Bars, restaurants, and schools have been closed, and many are working from home if they are lucky enough to do so. Gatherings exceeding 10 people are prohibited.

Shelter-in-place orders are not yet implemented in Texas.

After work, I start a group text chat with my sister, parents, and grandparents with the sole purpose of swapping Netflix recommendations as an incentive for all of us to stay indoors.

“Pandemic” and “Outbreak” are on Netflix.

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I recommend “The Movies That Made Us.” My sister dryly suggests “Outbreak,” “Contagion,” and “Pandemic.”

Thursday, Day 3: It really sinks in that the new normal for at least the next few weeks may be exactly this.

My workout area.

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My room has become my bedroom, gym, and office, and that’s likely to not change anytime soon.

It’s the third Thursday of the month, which means my office usually meets for happy hour drinks.

The days start to blur together.

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The event is still on our calendar, and we had toyed with the idea of doing it virtually. That’s a trend sprouting up in the age of minimal human interaction in light of the infectious virus. The New York Times reported on how we’re taking advantage of video conferencing platform Zoom to do more than just work virtually with colleagues. People are using it for karaoke parties, birthday festivities, and church services. The Information reported on how users are turning to Zoom for virtual dinner parties.

Zoom saw a surge in the stock market in late February as investors bet early on that customers would take to the virtual world since the physical one isn’t safe at the moment.

We decide to push back our virtual happy hour to next week, and I have a beer by myself.

Friday, Day 4: There’s a bit more routine as far as the working-from-home goes.

I have two windows that face a courtyard.

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But I’m hyper-aware of the fact that I haven’t stepped outside in 60 hours. I open both of my windows for some airflow.

The day before, Thursday, also brought more statewide changes as health experts emphasized the urgency to contain the virus across the country if we were going to have a chance to fight it efficiently. There’s a small window for the US to lock down its cities and enforce social distancing to “flatten the curve,” meaning to stunt the spread of the coronavirus so the healthcare system is not overwhelmed.

California Gov. Gavin Newsom ordered all residents in the state to remain inside their homes as of Thursday night. He said 56% of people in California could be infected by the virus, though measures like the shelter-in-place order aren’t taken into account in that projection.

New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo said Friday that all nonessential businesses will be ordered to keep workers home starting Sunday evening, excluding pharmacies, grocery stores, and the like. The directive is not a shelter-in-place order but calls for nonessential gatherings of any size for any reason to be canceled or postponed. Several other states are implementing similar restrictions.

Come Friday night, the usual outings won’t be happening, for good reason — the bars in my neighborhood and across the city are closed, and my friends, my fellow residents, and I are advised to stay indoors.

Harrington’s Bar and Grill in San Francisco on March 16.

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The only restaurants that are open are those that can offer orders for pickup or delivery.

We’re required to stay indoors as much as possible, but for local businesses that offer takeout, they’re also hanging on by a thread as business plummets with the shut-down.

I’m uncertain about how much to go out in public, but I’m also compelled to support my go-to spots.

I plan on venturing into the community and ordering takeout for pickup from my favorite neighborhood sushi place and from my favorite local brewery, both of which are like my second homes. It’ll be a little sense of familiarity in a time when it feels like there is none.

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|| Phrasal Verbs || || Form, Meaning, Grammar and Style || Phrasal verbs are part of a large group of verbs called 'multi-word verbs'. Phrasal verbs and other multi-word verbs are an important part of the English language. Multi-word verbs, including phrasal verbs, are very common, especially in spoken English. A multi-word verb is a verb like 'pick up', 'turn on' or 'get on with'. For convenience, many people refer to all multi-word verbs as phrasal verbs. These verbs consist of a basic verb + another word or words. The other word(s) can be prepositions and/or adverbs. The two or three words that make up multi-word verbs form a short 'phrase', which is why these verbs are often all called 'phrasal verbs'. Formation A phrasal verb is a verb combined with an adverb or preposition, and occasionally with an adverb and preposition. — The price of petrol may go up (= increase) again next week. — He fell over (= fell to the ground) when he was running for the bus. — She's promised to find out (= learn/discover) the name of that new hotel. — Who is going to look after (= take care of) the children when she goes into hospital? — If you don't understand the meaning, you can look it up (= find the meaning in a book - in this case a dictionary). — He doesn't get on with (= have a good relationship with) his parents. (verb + adv + prep) Meaning Sometimes the meaning of a phrasal verb is very similar to the base verb, and the adverb just emphasises the meaning of the base verb, e.g. stand up, wake up, save up, huffy up, sit down, lie down and send off (e.g. a letter). On other occasions, the adverb adds the idea of completing the action of the verb, e.g. drink up (= finish your drink), eat up (= finish eating), finish off. But more often, the meaning of a phrasal verb is very different from the base verb, e.g. go up doesn't mean the same as go; look after is different from look; and look after is also quite different from look up. An adverb or preposition can therefore change the meaning of a verb. Here are some more examples of this type of phrasal verb: —It took her a long time to get over (= get better / recover from) her illness. —He told me to carry on (= continue) as far as the traffic lights. —I persuaded my wife to give up (= stop) smoking. —I can't make any sandwiches because we've run out of bread. (= the bread is finished / all used, so we have no bread) —In the end, my next-door neighbour had to come and put out (= extinguish/stop) the fire. Multiple Meaning Many phrasal verbs have more than one meaning, so you must be careful when you see a phrasal verb you think you know, or look up the meaning in a dictionary. In the examples marked *, the phrasal verb is much more natural than the explanation in brackets. —It was hot so I decided to *take off (= remove) my jacket. —I am always nervous when the plane *takes off (= leaves the ground). —I don't think I'll get through (= finish) this report before five o'clock. —I think she'll get through (= pass) the exam. —I *picked up the rubbish (= took it from the ground or sues place) and put it in the bin. —I had to go to the shop to pick up (= collect) my photos. —My alarm clock didn't go off (= ring) this morning. —The bomb could go off (= explode) at any minute. —The fish will *go off (= go bad) if you don't put it in the fridge. Grammar: Intransitive verbs Some phrasal verbs are intransitive and do not need a direct object. —The children are growing up. (= getting older and more mature) —The doctor told on to lie down on the bed. —Don't wait out there. Please come in. (= enter) —I'm going to stay in (= stay at home) this evening. With these verbs, you cannot put another word between the verb and adverb. Grammar: Transitive verbs Many phrasal verbs are transitive and do need a direct object. With some of these, you can put the object between the verb and adverb. —Put on your shoes - or - Put your shoes on —Turn on the TV - or -Turn the TV on If the object is a pronoun, it must go between verb and adverb. —Put them on - not - Put on thern —Turn it on - not - Turn on it Note: A dictionary will show you if you can put a word between the verb and adverb. Style: Formal or Informal Some phrasal verbs can be used equally in written or spoken English. Sometimes this is because there is no other easy way to express the meaning of the phrasal verb. —I always wake up early, even at weekends. —The car broke down (= went wrong; stopped working) on the motonrway. —The plane couldn't take off because of bad weather. —Thieves broke into (= entered by force and illegally) the house and took money, credit cards and all my jewellery. Informal phrasal verbs Most phrasal verbs are informal and are more common in spoken English. In written English there is often a more formal word with the same meaning. —We had to make up a story. (= invent/create from our imagination) —I can usually get by on about $200o week. (= manage) —You can leave out question 7. (= omit, i.e. you don't need to do question 7) —They've got a problem and they asked me to sort it out. (= resolve (it) / find a solution ( do something about it) Examples of phrasal verbs These are some of the phrasal verbs: Account for = explain Example: They had to account for all the money that had gone Act on = take action because of something like information received Example: The police were acting on a tip from an informer and caught the gang red-handed. Aim at = target Example: The magazine is aimed at teenagers. Answer back = reply rudely to someone in authority Example: Her mother was shocked when she started answering her back and refusing to help. Ask for = provoke a negative reaction Example: You're asking for trouble. Ask in = invite somebody into your house Example: Jon's at the door. Ask him in. Ask out = invite someone for a date Example: He wanted to ask her out but was too shy. You can read more in this lesson : ( The phrasal verbs list is under construction ) The important thing to remember is that a multi-word verb is still a verb. 'Get' is a verb. 'Get up', is also a verb, a different verb, but 'get' and 'get up' do not have the same meaning. So you should treat each multi-word verb as a separate verb and learn it like any other verb. Watch more about phrasal verbs This is a beautiful video by Emma the owner of mmmEnglish youtube channel, in which she explains these points: —What exactly is a Phrasal Verb? —Is it transitive or intransitive? —Is it separable or inseparable? —How to find the right phrasal verbs to practice? Enjoy watching! Take this quiz Test your knowledge now by passing the test below: Exercises Fill the gaps to complete the phrasal verb in each sentence. 1. We went round the school and .................... up all the rubbish. 2. I don't think they ever..........................out hose the man escaped. 3. This milk smells horrible; I think it has .........................off. 4. Do you think they'll ................. through the exam next week? 5. They had a bad relationship at first, but she ................on very well with him now. 6. The price has................................up three times this year. 7. I agreed to ................ after my sister's cat when she goes to France. 8. We can ................ on until the teacher tells us to stop. 9. Why didn't your alarm clock...................off this morning? 10. I'm afraid this photocopier has ................ out of paper, but you can use the other one in my office. Complete these sentences in a logical way. 1. It will take her a long time to get over .............................. 2. I'm afraid we've run out of .............................. 3. He had to look it up .............................. 4. I don't really get on with .............................. 5. She came in and took off .............................. 6. I had to put out .............................. 7. Who is going to look after .............................. 8. I went to the garage to pick up .............................. 9. The plane took off .............................. 10. My rent is going up .............................. Complete these sentences in a logical way. 1. I'm not very good at making up .............................. 2. Could you lie down .............................. 3. She asked me to turn on .............................. 4. Two men tried to break into .............................. 5. We have asked an engineer to come and sort out .............................. 6. Are you going to stay in .............................. 7. Why did you leave out .............................. 8. I'm afraid we broke down .............................. 9. Can you get by .............................. 10. I grew up .............................. Is it possible to separate the two parts of the phrasal verb in the sentences below? Look at the examples first, and use a dictionary to check your answers. Examples: —I forgot to get off the bus. NO (get the bus off ) —Why did he take off his trousers? YES (take his trousers off ) 1. She decided to carry on working. 2. He had to put out the fire. 3. Could you turn on the radio? 4. I had to lie down for a few minutes. 5. Could you go to the shop for me? We've just run out of coffee. 6. I think she made up that story. 7. I can't get by on the money my parents give me. 8. Children grow up very quickly these days. 9. I turned off the light when I went to bed. 10. Can we leave out this question? Keywords: English phrasal verbs, Phrasal verbs list, English verbs.

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