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minjoonie-song · 3 years

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0:00 “Hello! Welcome to Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “Who’s fucking kitchen?” Brandon’s voice off camera startled a laugh out of Minjoon, loud and squeaky; and that was it for the theme of the live. “Welcome to uh... Welcome to Minjoon in a kitchen.” “Welcome to not Minjoon’s Kitchen.” Brandon added, finally coming into view. “Welcome not Minjoon to Minjoon’s Kitchen, not in Minjoon’s kitchen.” “Featuring Minjoon.” “Welcome to Brandon’s kitchen!” “Welcome to Brandon is trying to get his car home because she’s parked in fucking central LA after we went for brunch and had so many mimosas that I legally wasn’t allowed to drive us home.” “Hi MTV. Welcome to Brandon’s crib.” “Look mom! I‘m on MTV and I didn’t have to be 16 and pregnant to do it!” The pair started cackling again, uncontrollably hysterical in their inebriated states. 8:14

“You should make that a thing.” ”What?” ”Not Minjoon’s Kitchen. Once a month you just show up at a random fans house, streaming and giving them no time to prepare for you to cook whatever they have in their house.” ”Absolutely not. You know I like to be organised when cooking.” ”You’re literally squinting at lettuce in the fridge, I think you’re past that.” ”That’s lettuce?” “Oh my god, Minjoon. You can’t cook like this.” “I can’t see properly. I don’t know where my glasses are.” “This is going to be the most disappointing episode of your show ever and it’s live. We can’t cook, it’s gonna be dangerous and messy.” “In the words of the awesome Jake Peralta. Title of your sex tape.” “Oh my god. No, mine would be called uhh.. Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.” “Nope. I already claimed that for mine.” “Joonie! I hate the accuracy.” The laughing continued, even as the pair complained that they couldn’t breathe.

18:58

After they’d finally calmed down they took the camera with them to the couch, after the executive decision that the pair were definitely in no state to try to actually cook anything and a too large order of pizza. “We have like half an hour to kill. What are we going to do now?” “Remember when I asked for a Q&A way back in the past when I thought I’d be sober at four in the afternoon? We’ll do that and then I guess I’m writing a formal apology on my notes app to anyone who was hungry and eager to learn. Just like a real celebrity.” Minjoon fished around in his pockets for his phone, handing it to Brandon once it was unlocked so he could read it aloud. “I just figured out the greeting. Welcome to the last ever episode of Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “My biggest mistake this time was too much Minjoon and not enough kitchen. Some people come just to see my organised spice rack.” “You’ve both upgraded and downgraded to Brandon’s Couch.” “Love it. I’ve re-branded. Put it on a T-shirt. Every episode I’m just going to show you how to order different pizzas. We’re a podcast now.” “You’re a dumbass. Alright! Let’s see what we got. Minjoon.. What is your favorite thing to cook?” “Everyone I see with how hot I am.” The laughter started up once more, even despite their previous attempts to calm down. “I fucking told you! I knew you’d get that one.” “You owe me $50 for saying it!” “I’ll buy all the pizza you just ordered, how about that?” “Catch me outside?” “Stop! How have you made it this far in life as a meme?” “I wasn’t always like this, it’s part of my rebrand. Brandon’s Couch: Meme edition.” “I can’t believe we failed cooking and now we’re already failing the Q&A.” “No! No, I got this. My favourite thing at the moment.. I love making risotto. Mostly because I get to eat it afterwards and I love eating risotto but yeah! That’s my favourite right now.” “I don’t think that’s really answering.” “It’s my answer. This is still not Minjoon’s Kitchen featuring Minjoon for this last episode. Shh. Next question!” “This one asks if there is anything in particular that gets me inspired for designs? Yes! I love art so as soon as my bank account hits below a mil, I’m like.. Shit! Gotta doodle. No, I find inspiration everywhere. Sometimes it’s just a particular mood I’m in, sometimes I’ll see a net curtain blowing a particular way in a breeze and design an entire dress from how it falls. Sometimes I’ll see a colour that I’ll want to make an entire wardrobe out of. I’ve been painting a lot recently, not designs just.. things I like and I’ve been able to work from those. Gross, I know but yeah. Inspiration is everywhere. Disgusting. Unacceptable. I refuse to be inspired again that was too mushy.”

23:37

The boys were a giggly mess. Almost everything bringing them to hysterics even if it was just something said with the smallest hint of sarcasm, they were grabbing onto the couch and each other’s arms for support as they hiccuped their way through another bout of laughter. “Anyway! Next question is top 5 celebrity chefs. Mine of course is Joonbug and that’s it. Wait, no that dude from that thing we saw in England. Gordon’s friend.” “Oh! With the road trip?” “Yeah, the really funny one.” “I loved that. Mine is obviously Chef Ramsay, Remy.. Gotta give my boy a shout out. Chef Baek Jong-won. Oh! The um.. I discovered that dude during fashion week in London that time. The sciencey one. Hus.. Hes..? I don’t remember his actual name but he made some amazing things. I was in awe. I’m also throwing in whoever invented bulgogi. That’s my top five. I actually met Chef Ramsay recently!” “You did! You called me after. How was it meeting your hero?” “Oh, I cried. Like a big baby. Ugly sobbing and lots of I love yous in the middle of a cupcake shop.” “Classic Minjoon behaviour.” “He signed my T-shirt and I cried some more. I would have proposed through my tears but I was crying too much. Like the shaky inhale, full on breakdown kind of crying? I can’t even be embarrassed because he still talked to me.” “You’re a baby!” “I am a baby! 달콤한 아기. That’s what my eomma and momma call me and then they pinch my cheekies.” “Cute! Ooh! How does it feel.. no, fuck. That’s not.. shut your face. I can read. How does performing feel on stage versus cooking on camera? How did it feel being on stage?” “I refuse to acknowledge what that means. Stage? What stage?” “They’re talking about your big, gay musical re-enactment of your love for me.” “I wish I could use memes like in real life? Just the I do not see meme but my face. Honestly though? It’s different because I can cook. This mess obviously doesn’t count but I can edit everything I post and I know what I’m doing? I’m confident when I’m cooking. I know what I can and can’t do. Being on stage was just.. I was terrified. It was terrifying. I had fun though and I did work hard. Like.. I decided last minute and I had to learn choreo and remember lyrics to things I wrote years ago. I was scared I’d trip up and face plant the whole time. Like the entire time. I wanted to be included though and I couldn’t go to the festival because it was terrifying being around so many people. I just kind of listened from the side lines but it sounded good and you said you had lots of fun being up there.” “I did. You know me though. I’m that one line from that Mike Posner song about needing everyone’s eyes just to feel seen.” “Woah. Hashtag deep.” “Oh my god. You’re ridiculous.” “I did need the entire weekend to recover though. It’s.. it’s a lot to open yourself up like that.” “You mean serenading the town with love songs about me?” “You suck so bad.” “Is that how you talk to the former love of your life?” Minjoon snorted, slapping at Brandon’s arm. “You were so in love with me. It’s my greatest achievement, you know? I put it on my resume under my skills. Has given Minjoon boners.” The reaction was instant, Brandon’s loud laugh failing to cover Joonie’s shriek that soon turned into a laugh but even his amusement couldn’t mask how red he’d gotten. “No! I hate it here! You suck so bad! So bad! I can never show my face in public or make eye contact with another human being ever again!” “It’s a good job I put the age restriction thingy on this stream. I knew I’d be a fucking menace after the second drink.” “You’re not a menace! You’re a gremlin! God, end the stream before you really do end my YouTube career. Goodbye everyone! I’m gonna go eat my body weight in pizza and become a cave hermit.” “Bye little Joonie fans! Sorry about the.. Fuck it, I’m not sorry about anything. Peace out, bitches!”

#thanks for sending in questions #anon;;#Para: ft. Brandon

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creepyoldbeejfics · 4 years

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Hello my lovely, I loved ur Dewey puppy fic so so much🥺 could we maybe get a soft fluffy Dewey request where the both of you are kinda sick with flu and you both just wanna take care of one another🥰 if you don’t feel like doing it or you have too many requests then please down worry!! I mist really loved ur writing💜

Yes!! I don’t get many requests so it’s fine!! This sounds like a really cute idea!!

Sorry this took so long by the way! I got really busy :\ I hope you like it!!!

Sick Together (Dewey Finn x Reader)

The early sunlight pours into your bedroom and you can hear birds chirping from the outside. You try to move so you can get out of bed and see the beautiful outdoors, but you can’t. Your body and head are dizzy and your whole room is spinning. Your throat is as dry and scorching as a desert and you can’t breathe through your nose. You groan in pain, or at least attempt to, with only a whine coming out at first that turned into silence.

You roll over, lazily grabbing your phone, squeezing your eyes shut to prepare yourself for the brightness from the screen. But to your luck, the brightness on your phone screen was at its lowest. You looked to see a text from Dewey that read: “Good morning beautiful ;)”. You smiled and blushed opening it to text back: “Good morning bby, how are you?” You turn it off leaving it on the charger, rolling back over to rest your eyes a little more.

Once you feel like you’re strong enough, you push yourself up and out of bed. You stumble over to the window looking out, squinting your eyes from the light. You looked at the time to see that it was 6:50 am and decided to make your way to the kitchen. You didn’t have an appetite, but figured that since you didn’t feel good, you might as well drink some water. As you poured yourself a glass, you noticed how freezing you were since you had left your bed. You walk over to the thermostat to see it at 65° F, remembering that you typically leave it cold at night to save energy since you’re not using that room then. You turn it up to around 70° hoping that maybe that was the reason why you were cold, although it felt like it was in the 40’s. You shivered, walking back to your glass of water and taking a sip. You immediately put the glass down and grabbed at your neck in pain. The water had felt like knives being dragged from inside your throat.

You knew you had to drink water to help you feel better, but you were dreading the pain you’d receive as you’d drink it so you decided that you’d watch TV to distract yourself. You grabbed a thick fluffy blanket and wrapped it around yourself and turned on the TV. Throughout watching and reluctantly drinking your water, you kept coughing. Your throat felt worse and scratchier than ever.

After you finished your glass of water, which took you a span of an hour to drink due to the pain, you got up to check the thermostat since you were still freezing. It was at 69°. You rolled your eyes, quickly walking to the bathroom and opening a drawer to pull out a thermometer. You scanned your forehead with it, looking at it to see that your temperature’s at 100.5° F. ‘Great. I‘m sick,’ you thought. You walked back into the living room falling back on the couch and surrounding yourself in your thick, warm blanket.

About 15 minutes later you were fast asleep. You were turning uncomfortably in your sleep opening your eyes slowly to see a figure above you looking down at you from behind the couch. You got up immediately slapping them in the face.

“Ow!! What was that for??”

You recognized the voice immediately. “I’m so sorry Dewey, oh my God!” You run around the couch to hug him, but stop yourself, leaving his accepting, open arms empty. “I thought you were an intruder,” you explained breathing heavily, grabbing the couch to hold yourself up, as you had gotten up too fast.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad to know you’re okay,” Dewey said smiling in relief.

“Wait, what? Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“I texted you about an hour ago and you didn’t answer so I called you and you never answered and I was starting to worry that something happened to you so I came over as quickly as possible to check on you.” He rambled.

“An hour? That’s not that long. I just left my phone in bedroom. But thanks for caring about me so much,” you said grinning. “Wait, what time is it?”

Dewey lifted his wrist to check his watch, “8:15, why?”

“What?? Shouldn’t you be at school?!” You asked worriedly.

“They’ll be ok if I’m a little late. Besides, I’m always late.”

You giggled, “I don’t think that’s something you should be proud of.”

He shrugged it off, “Yeah, well, I should probably get going.” He stepped towards you with open arms. You leaned in to hug him, but stopped half way realizing the condition you were in. “Ah, um... we don’t have time, you should get going,” you coughed which ended up turning into a small coughing fit.

“You okay?” He asked tilting his head a bit.

“I’m fine,” you coughed again, your throat sounding hoarse. “Hair in my throat.”

“Oh, could I get you some water?” He offered, heading towards the fridge.

“Dewey!!” You blurted. “I’m fine! Stop worrying about me and get out of here.”

“Okay, okay!” He chuckled heading towards you to give you a hug. “That’s not necessary,” you said quickly, trying to back up, but it was too late. He stepped back immediately. “Your arms are on fire.”

“I worked out this morning,” you answered quickly.

“Then why did you have a blanket wrapped around you?” He questioned suspiciously.

“Because I get cold... after... work outs...” you responded unsure.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know, crazy right? I mean I could do about-,” you stopped as he took the back of his hand and held it against your forehead. “What are you doing??” You smacked his hand away.

“You’re burning up,” he responded, ignoring your question and quickly running to your bathroom and coming back scanning your forehead with your thermometer.

“Hey! What makes you think you can just,” he cut you off. “101,” he said studying it. “You have a fever,” he looked at you with a look in his eyes that only you could understand.

“What? Ha ha! Nooo... That thermometer’s really old!! It doesn’t work anymore!” You frantically explained, coughing a bit afterwards. Crap. He looked at you, not believing you for one second. “I thought you looked pale...” He immediately picked you up princess style carrying you towards the couch.

“No, no! No! Dewey!” You whined. “Don’t! I’m fine!”

Without responding, he layed you down gently on the couch, taking the blanket and covering you with it. Grabbing your empty cup, he went over to the fridge and refilled it again. “No, please Dewey! You have to go to school! I can take care of myself.”

Still, no response as he put your cup on the coffee table next to you. He went back into the kitchen, pulling his phone out of his pocket and lifting it up to his ear. You threw an arm over the top of the couch to hoist yourself up. “Dewey! No, what are you thinking!!” You scolded in a harsh whisper. “Yes, hi I’m not feeling well today, so if it’s alright with you I’m going to stay home today to rest up.” He said in a fake groggy voice into the phone. “Sorry this is so last minute.” He fake coughed into the phone. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to find one,” he assured. Some silence. “Okay, thank you. You too. Bye.”

“Dewey, you idiot! I’m a grown adult! I can take care of myself! Go to school for crying out loud!!” You scolded him, coughing.

“Save your voice, sweetheart. Have you eaten today? Would you like chicken noodle soup or maybe fruit? Ice cream? It helps scratchy throat and coughing. At least it does for me.”

You pouted, mad that he wasn’t going to school and the fact that you were only slightly sick, yet he still stayed to make sure you felt better. Don’t get me wrong, you loved how caring he was being and it was super sweet and flattering, but you’re a grown adult and you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

“Okay, I’ll get you all of the above,” he said with raised eyebrows, smiling.

“No! No. Ugghh... I’ll just have some fruit.”

“Good choice,” he winked. You rolled your eyes, blushing at how annoying, yet caring he was.

A few minutes later he brings you a bowl of assorted fruits. He hands it to you, grinning down at you.

“What?”

“I love taking care of you,” he leaned foward, kissing you on the head.

“Don’t! I mean that’s very sweet of you, babe, but I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Hey. Don’t worry about me okay?” He said caressing your cheek. You smiled at his touch, leaning into his hand a bit. “Besides, I don’t get sick.”

‘Yeah, right,’ you thought to yourself. Dewey walked over and grabbed the remote. “You wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, but you’re sitting over there so I didn’t get you sick,” you lazily gesture to the chair next to the couch. You start coughing again.

“What movie do you want to watch?" He asked, ignoring what you said.

“Uhh any movie’s fine with me.”

“Okay, how about Me Before You?” He asked looking at you with a gentle smile.

“Sure, that’s fine,” you say wrapping the blanket around you tighter.

As the movie begins to play, Dewey walks over to the edge of the couch, climbing in behind you. “Dewey, no, I told you to sit on the chair!”

“Too late now. And I told you I don’t get sick,” He assured you. “Deweyyy,” you groaned. “Shhh! The movie’s starting.”

Throughout the movie, Dewey had his arm wrapped around your waist, and would occasionally run his fingers through your hair, which of course, lulled you to sleep. Halfway through the movie, yes you had fallen asleep in the beginning of the movie, you were woken by Dewey coughing. At first you dismissed it thinking he probably just swallowed the wrong way, but he kept coughing every now and then. You could tell he was trying to hide it and cough as softly as possible, probably to prevent himself from waking you up. Well, too late.

“You don’t get sick, huh?”

“Oh you’re awake. I don’t, I just swallowed the wrong way,” he said coughing once again.

“Dewey, you’ve been coughing for the past twenty minutes.”

“Y/N, I’m fine.”

“Ok, sure,” you said yawning.

You fell back asleep, but continued to shiver throughout the rest of the movie. Later, you woke up, noticing the TV was turned off and your chills were gone. Instead, you were really warm. Not hot, but just warm. But instead of you being the source of the heat, you noticed the source was actually behind you. You sat up slowly so you wouldn’t wake your boyfriend up. You looked at him noticing his face was flushed, so you brought the back of your hand to his forehead. Getting up from the couch, you stumble to the kitchen where the thermometer was. You checked his temperature, and sure enough it was a fever. Grabbing a towel, you ran some cool water and dampened it and put it over Dewey’s forehead. As you figured would happen, he woke up.

“What...?” He asked dazed and confused. He reached for the towel on his forehead, but you grabbed his hand bringing it back down.

“Don’t. You have a fever. This will help bring your temperature back down.”

“No, don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself. Go back to sleep, Y/N,” he said in a tired voice.

“Babe. Let me help take care of you,” you said sweetly, looking down at him with tired eyes.

“No, it’s- I’m fine, just sleep now please,” he mumbled, eyes closed.

“I think you’re the one who needs sleep now,” you giggled weakly.

“And water...?”

“Of course, honeydew.” You got up, filling a cup with water. You walked back to the couch to see Dewey sitting up this time.

“Here you go, baby,” you smiled, handing him the water.

“Thanks,” he said, tiredly grabbing the cup and drinking it. He coughed a bit after a couple sips.

“Do you have a sore throat?” You queried.

“No, it’s just a bit scratchy. Do you have one?”

You nodded. At that, Dewey got up, walking to the bathroom. He came back out with a bag of watermelon flavored cough drops, handing you a couple. “Aww, thank you baby.” You popped one into your mouth, smiling at the sweet flavor, but also grabbing at your throat when you swallowed.

“I know it won’t make your sore throat go away, but it’ll at least soothe it for a while,” he said wrapping his arm around you. You leaned your head into him.

“Okay, wait. How did I even get sick already? Doesn’t it take a couple days until you start showing symptoms?” He asked rubbing his head.

“Well we went on that date a couple nights ago, so you probably got it then and didn’t start showing symptoms until now.”

“So I guess it wouldn’t have mattered if I cuddled with you anyway,” he said smirking.

“Look I’m not a doctor, it’s just a guess,” you stated.

“Well it doesn’t matter now.”

“Yeah, you’re right. At least now we can both take care of each other,” you said softly.

“No, I can take care of myself. Just let me take care of you.”

“Dewey. It’s okay to let people you love take care of you. I’m okay. It’s just a cold. Let’s both work as a team and take care of each other, okay? Besides, the past other times you’ve been sick you would be whining and groaning on the couch like it’s your last day on earth,” you said giggling.

“Stop talking, your sore throat’s gonna get worse,” he responded quickly.

“You’re not even going to respond to that part? You’re not gonna defend yourself? Or admit? Ohhh, or are you just ignoring that part because you know that it’s true,” you teased.

“This is the first time we‘ve both been sick at the same time. You are my top priority and I don’t need you to waste energy caring for me. Now go to sleep. It’s 12 in the morning.”

You giggled again, “Okay, okay.”

He held you tight, and you could feel him grinning at the back of your neck. You smiled as well, nestling back into him and putting your hands over his hands. All of a sudden you felt a small gentle kiss at the back of your neck.

“I love you,” he whispered gently.

“I love you too.”

Later that night, you wake up to teeth chattering very loudly behind you as well as Dewey’s body shaking. You were sweaty as hell, but you got up to grab your fluffiest, thickest blanket and layed it on top of him. You liked being cuddled so you grabbed his right arm pulling it gently over you. You felt his hand go over your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome,” you whispered back.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Not entirely,” you said unsure. “I’m still feeling weak and tired and my throat is still sore.”

“You should drink some water while you’re up,” he advised.

“You should too,” you said grabbing his water, gently patting him to sit up.

He sat up reluctantly taking the water from your hands and pointing to your water as he sipped from his. You grabbed yours and whinced after swallowing the water that felt like knives.

“Aww, my poor baby,” Dewey rubbed your back gently, looking at you pitifully.

You put your drink down, weakly laughing, which turned into a small coughing fit. He grabbed your waist pulling you towards him so he could be close to you.

“Have you been having trouble sleeping tonight?” He asked quietly.

“A little bit, but it’s okay.”

“Maybe I can help...” he responded, brushing your hair and massaging your scalp with his fingers. You were immediately in heaven, and within five minutes, you fell asleep. He fell asleep as well, and the two of you somewhat comfortably slept the night away.

You woke up first, noticing that your sore throat is almost gone, and you could finally breathe through your nose again. You still felt a bit weak and your head hurt, but that didn’t stop you from making breakfast for your sleepy boyfriend.

Once you made it to the kitchen, you started right away on making an omelet. After you finished making it, you brought it over into the living room, where Dewey was fast asleep. You ran your hands through his scalp softly, and you noticed a smile grow on his face.

“Mmm that smells good,” he mumbled rubbing his face. He looked at what you made for him, and then up at you.

“What about you?” He asked, not taking the dish.

“I’m going to make my breakfast as soon as you take what I made for you.”

“Okay,” he said smiling up at you. “Thank you.”

You smiled back, blushing even. You went and made yourself an omelette and came back to sit next to him.

“Are you feeling any better?” Dewey asked.

“I am actually,” you responded. “Just a little bit though.”

“That’s good to hear,” he grinned and continued to eat his omelette.

“Yeah, how about you? Your voice sounds better.”

“I feel a bit better, but still feel weak and cold. Which is weird because I never get cold,” he said frowning.

“Yeah, I’m the one who’s typically cold and comes running to you for warmth,” you giggled. Dewey shook his head smiling, and then stopping to look at you.

“What?”

“It’s just... I really appreciate you being here to take care of me and cheer me up,” he explained staring at you lovingly, “I only wish I could’ve done the same for you.”

“Dewey, what are you talking about? Of course you did!”

“I know, I guess I’m just mad that I got sick because I wanted to take care of you the whole time.”

“Aww, Dewey! It’s okay, baby!” You assured wrapping your arms around him. “I think it was more fun getting to take care of each other. And it’s important to in all aspects of dating. It’s not one sided. We’re both supposed to be here for each other through anything,” you told him, ending it with a kiss on the cheek.

He blushed, grinning, “You know what? You’re right. I’m glad we both got to take care of each other. And I’m glad I got to spend my sick day with you.”

#school of rock bway #school of rock broadway #school of rock musical #school of rock #school of rock fanfiction #dewey finn #dewey finn fanfiction #dewey finn x reader

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nochuuuenthusiast · 5 years

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neighbor

hello everyone! i’m back with another post :) i’m sorry for not posting anything on jungkook’s birthday :( i was writing this scenario based on his birthday, but i didn’t have the time to finish it so i guess it’ll be in my drafts for the next couple of days... anyways, this was a request that was sent in a couple of weeks ago (?) i think (?) so thank you to @sgrnii for submitting! i hope this is the fluffy content you wanted! and if anyone else wants to send in a request please do so~

request from @sgrnii: Hii could you write a scenario like "Jungkook as next door neighbor" and how would he meet the reader? 🥰

plot: neighbor!jungkook is succesful in finding (y/n)’s lost puppy

genre: fluff (of courseee)

pairing: jungkook x reader (neighbor!jungkook, nonidol!jungkook, collegestudent!jungkook)

rating: pg-13; warning(s): few curse words

word count: 1213

You were so screwed.

It’s only been the second day of moving in to your new apartment in your college town and you had already lost your dog. Being a fairly new puppy, it wasn’t surprising that he had wandered off by himself with a mind of his own, venturing into the vast unknown. You were sweating excessively from the immense heat of the summer sun and the fact that you weren’t familiar with the apartment complex was not helping at all. It felt like you were walking up and down the same set of staircases over and over again, in a vicious cycle and frankly, you were starting to lose hope.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Your landlord had specifically told you that pets were not allowed in the complex and that if you were caught raising one, there was a possibility of getting evicted from the apartment. So yes... you were evidently stressed. Sitting down on one of the staircases and heaving as you wiped the new layer of glistening sweat on the top of your forehead, you had enough and closed your eyes. You decided that it might just be better to go back home and start printing some lost dog posters since it had already been an hour since you started looking for your dog. Sighing, you got to your feet and headed back downstairs.

[10:30pm]

Your head was spinning from all the stress that you were experiencing. You were currently sitting in front of your small printer, praying that you wouldn’t run out of ink while you were printing the last 50 “lost dog” flyers. Despite putting up the other flyers in front of the doors of the apartments in the complex, it had been nearly six hours since your dog ran away. Because you ran out of flyers to put up, you decided to continue printing and putting up more of them until someone was kind enough to call you about your dog.

Your head was down, resting on your limp forearm... and your eyes were starting to close, sleepy from your lack of energy. You felt yourself dozing in and out of sleep, surrounded by all the full moving boxes that hadn’t been unpacked yet. It was when you were about to fall asleep that you felt the small synchronized vibrations coming from your phone. Your head instantly jerked upwards and your eyes grew wide from the unexpected feeling in your hand.

Please, please, please, please, please.

You crossed your index and middle fingers as you nervously picked up the phone-- a habit that you picked up ever since you were in elementary school... believing that completing this action would actually bring you luck and good results. You bit your chapped, lower lips as you slowly swiped left, desperately needing to know whether your dog was safe or not.

“Hello??” you spoke softly into the phone.

“Uhh, hi... I found your puppy in an alleyway of the back of the apartment complex while I was taking out the trash... do you mind if I come over to drop him off?”

The voice on the receiving end of the phone was unfamiliar yet soothing... shy yet distinct.“AH! Of course! Thank you so much! See you in a bit!” You were thrilled. Not only were you glad that your puppy would safely be in your embrace soon, but you wouldn’t be faced with a death trial by your landlady. Your excitement and relief peaked as you hung up the phone and quickly stepped into the living room to wait for the glorious doorbell to ring, signaling the arrival of your lost puppy.It had only taken three minutes for your doorbell to ring and the instant you heard the repeated bell chimes coming from the main door, you practically jumped to your feet.... your anticipation built to its maximum. And right as you opened your door quickly, you were shocked by the sight.

A boy, who seemed to be around the same age as you (so you were assuming he was a fellow college student) and looked around 5′10. Maybe it was just the lighting from the all-too-bright LED light instilled on the ceiling hanging before your door or the delusion that seemed to cloud your mind from a day’s worth of stress, but you swore his irises glistened as if there were millions of stars within them. He stood there, gripping your small puppy in his arms... his shirt seemed loose yet accentuated his muscular biceps and small waist perfectly. His hair was parted straight down the middle and looked a bit too fluffy to seem true. You blinked several times, trying to stop yourself from drooling over this stranger in front of your doorstep, but you found it difficult to stop yourself from gazing at him. His eyes wrinkled and the corners of his mouth were upturned as he smiled as he unraveled his arms, trying to hand you your puppy.

“Hi.. we talked earlier on the phone?” His voice was a little shaky... Ah, so you’re shy...

“Yeah! Thank you so much, by the way... you don’t even know how worried I was the entire day...” you sighed, relieved as you received your puppy into your embrace.

“Don’t ever run away from me again...” you pouted as you proceeded in your failed attempt to scold your puppy and make eye contact with it.

He smiled, endearingly and you shifted your focus back to him.

I just want to know your name.

“You’re a student at (*insert university name here*), right? Well... I’m just assuming... because you look so young and hands---”

Shit.

Your eyes grew wide and your mind went fuzzy, knowing that you just humiliated yourself.

There goes my chance.

You smiled awkwardly and played with a few strands of your baby hair as your cheeks flushed bright red. You were trying to cover up the moment with something equally as awkward so that your crisis could be avoided. You were unable to make eye contact with him again and knew that the boy probably never wanted to talk to you again.

“Hahahaha, well what I meant was... I-- er,, you’re youth is evident, ummm.. haha... I just assumed that you were, uhh...”

He smiled as your stumbled with your words, trying to recover the damage that had already been done.

“You think I’m handsome?” he asked, eyes formed into crescents as a result of his faint smile.

“Umm... well, I--”

“Well good, because I think you’re pretty.”

Your eyes widened for the nth time, not expecting that response at all. You looked up at him, your cheeks still tinted with a reddish pinkish hue.

“Do I get a reward for finding your dog?” he asked calmly.

“No... sorry... but if there’s anything you want, I could get something for you...”

“Then it’s set!” His smile grew wider and those beautiful glistening irises seemed to disappear. “I insist a date... Saturday. 7pm. I’ll pick you up from your place.”

And with that, he was walking away from the door, leaving you even more flustered and shocked than you were when you first met him. You smiled to yourself as you slowly closed the door behind you.

So... I guess I didn’t fuck it up.

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nazariolahela · 5 years

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Something Domestic: Chapter 5

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new TRR AU I’ve been working on. This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley's first day at her new job presents its own challenges.

I stifle a yawn as the cab drops me off in front of the Rhys’s penthouse. I tip the driver and check the time on my phone. 6:42 a.m. I can’t remember the last time I had to be anywhere this early. Even when I had eight a.m. classes, I slept until 7:50, ran a toothbrush over my teeth, finger-combed my hair, and hightailed it across campus. The 32 oz coffee in my hand hasn’t kicked in yet, and I regret not getting the double shot.

I make my way to the door, where I’m greeted by the same doorman from Friday. I enter the lobby and notice an older bald man sitting behind the front desk, reading the New York Times. He peeks over the corner of his paper when he hears me approaching and sets it down.

“Good morning, Miss. How may I help you?”

“Riley Brooks. I’m here for the Rhys family.”

He nods, opening a drawer, and pulls out a small black envelope. “Here you go, Miss. Your keycard for the penthouse. This will get you access 24/7.” I thank him and take the keycard, then make my way to the elevator. The doors open, and a man in a three-piece suit, talking on his cell phone, strolls out. I step in and pull the keycard from the envelope, then tap it on the panel. The elevator ascends and I take a sip of my coffee. Deep breaths, Riley. You can do this.

After what feels like an eternity, the elevator stops on the Penthouse floor. I step out and find the apartment dark. The sun's rays barely peek over the horizon, giving the room a soft glow. I set my bag and my coffee on the kitchen island and make my way through the apartment.

“Hello? Anyone up?” I call out, trying not to wake anyone who might still be asleep. I hear rustling coming from the second floor and make my way up the stairs. I head down the East Wing to see Charlotte and Philip still asleep. Madeleine’s door is open and I poke my head in to find it empty.

“You just missed her.”

A deep voice startles me. I turn to see Liam standing behind me, dressed in navy blue slacks and a white dress shirt. The top two buttons are undone, revealing his neck and chest. His tie is casually draped around his neck. Is it bad that I want to lick a line from his chest, up his jaw, and to his ear?

”I'm sorry. I was just checking to see if the children were awake yet.”

”No worries. It’s getting to be that time soon. We usually wake them at 7 to give them time to get dressed and eat breakfast.”

I nod. ”What do they usually eat for breakfast?”

”Charlotte’s pretty easy. She has a banana and a bowl of yogurt for breakfast. Sometimes oatmeal. Philip, on the other hand…”

Just then, I hear the padding of tiny feet on the hardwood floors. I turn around to find Charlotte emerging from her bedroom, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Daddy? I’m hungry.”

“How about we get dressed and I’ll make you something to eat,” I say as I crouch down to her level. She looks to her father for reassurance. Liam nods and buttons the final two buttons on his shirt.

“Come on, Charlotte. Let’s get you ready for your first day of school.”

A scowl forms on her little face. “But school doesn’t start for another week,” she says.

“Exactly. That will give us enough time to get you in a routine. By the time you start school, you’ll be ready.”

I lead her towards her bedroom and look over my shoulder at Liam. I’m pretty sure I just caught him staring at my ass. He averts his eyes and clears his throat. “Well uhh... I’m going to finish getting ready. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” I say, winking as I follow Charlotte. Once in her room, Charlotte makes her way to her closet and opens the door. My jaw drops. I can’t believe my eyes. A six-year-old has a bigger wardrobe than I do. I step inside the walk-in closet and see several dresses hung up on one wall. On the other, rows and rows of shoes. There are at least 30 pairs. Why does a child need that many pairs of shoes? The back wall contains a full-length mirror. I do a double-take. Are we sure this is her room?

“What do you want to wear, Charlotte?”

She makes her way over to the dresses and browses through the rack until she stops on a pink and white polka dot dress.

“This one!” she says, pulling it off the hanger. She pulls off her pajama gown and tosses it in the dirty clothes basket.

“Need some help, sweetie?” I ask as I move to assist her. She nods. I help her slip the dress on, then pull her blonde locks into a high pony. I finish off the look with a pink headband the same color as her dress.

“Okay, kiddo. Let’s go wake Brother up.”

She nods and takes off toward Philip’s room. I step out of the bedroom and look down the hallway towards Liam’s room. The door is open a crack; a sliver of light pouring out into the hallway. Part of me wants to lurk by his door like a creeper, in hopes to catch a glance of him changing. Before I do something stupid, I force myself to head towards Philip’s room. As I enter, I find him sitting on his bed playing with a toy truck.

“Good morning, buddy. Are you hungry?” I step into his room and kneel beside his bed. He nods. “Okay, let’s get dressed and we can make breakfast.”

“NO BATH!” he shouts and jumps off the bed. He runs out of his room and into the playroom, making engine noises with his mouth as he drives the truck through the air. I laugh and follow him.

“You don’t have to take a bath. But, we need to get dressed, okay?”

He dodges my legs, running back into his bedroom to change. I follow him and help him slip on a pair of khaki shorts and a blue dinosaur t-shirt. After Philip changes, we make our way into the hall and towards the stairs.

“Hurry up, Sister! It’s breakfast time!” he shouts, running ahead of us.

“Riley? Can I have oatmeal?” Charlotte asks.

“Sure thing. Then after we eat, we can go to the park.”

Both kids cheer and take off running downstairs. I reach the landing at the bottom of the staircase and see Liam standing in the kitchen. His back is to me. He’s leaning over the island, sipping coffee and reading the paper. His navy blue suit jacket hangs on the back of the chair next to him.

“DADDY!” both kids yell, tackling each of his legs. He chuckles and sets his coffee mug down on the island, acknowledging them. “Morning! Are you guys hungry?”

“Are you going to make us breakfast, Daddy?” Charlotte asks, her green eyes peering up at her father. Philip slaps his dad’s leg with his open palm and chants “Ce-re-al. Ce-re-al.”

“Okay, kids. Daddy has to leave for work, but Riley is going to take care of you.” He gently detaches the kids from his legs and walks around the island to grab his briefcase. He slips his suit jacket on and adjusts his tie one last time. “You be good for Riley, okay? Maybe she’ll take you guys to the playground after you eat.”

The kids scurry across the kitchen to the table and climb into their seats. I turn to make my way to the fridge and accidentally slam right into Liam. I throw my hands up against his strong chest to catch myself. My gods, he is shredded. Must resist the urge to run my hands over his chest. He grabs my elbows to steady me; his touch burning through my sleeve. After only a few seconds — but what feels like hours — we detach from each other and step back. I feel my cheeks burn. He clears his throat. “Sorry about that. You okay?”

“Y-yeah! I’m fine. You should probably get to work though. I don’t want you to be late.”

He smirks and reaches for his travel mug of coffee. He walks over to the kitchen table and kisses each kid on the forehead. “Be good for Riley. Love you. I’ll see you this evening.”

“Bye, Daddy!” they both reply.

He turns to me. “Text me or Madeleine if you need anything.” He says and gives me one last wink before he walks out of the kitchen. I stand in place, trying to calm my breathing. A few moments later, the sound of the penthouse elevator dings, snapping me out of my trance.

“Okay! Who wants breakfast?”

***

A couple of hours later, the kids and I make our way down to the lobby. The woman I met my first day here is back at her post, playing on her phone. She notices me and sets the phone down.

“Good morning Miss Brooks. Shall I call the driver?”

“Than, you, but won’t be necessary. I’m just taking the kids down to the park. It’s only a 10-minute walk.”

She frowns. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Ms. Karlington insisted you take the driver whenever you leave the house with the children.”

I roll my eyes and look down at the kids. “Well, I guess walking is out of the question.” I look back at her. How long will the town car take to get here?”

“Only a few minutes. Bastien lives here in the building. I just need to call him.” She picks up the receiver of her desk phone and speaks into it. “Miss Brooks is taking the children to the park. Please bring the car around front.” She then hangs up and addresses me. “He’ll be here in about 5 minutes. Please have a seat.”

I guide the kids to the lobby and take a seat on one of the high back chairs. The kids sit down on the settee sofa.

“Riley? Can we go for ice cream?” Philip asks.

“Not today, sweetie. I’ll have to ask your mommy and maybe we can go tomorrow.”

“You’re not supposed to have ice cream, Philip. You’re lack-toes-taller-ant.” Charlotte says matter-of-factly.

“Lactose intolerant?” I correct her.

“That’s what I said. Mommy says he can’t eat dairy or he pukes. It’s gross,” she says scowling.

“That’s okay. They have dairy-free options. That way he can still have ice cream, but it won’t make him sick.”

“ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!” Philip shouts, bouncing in his seat.

“Miss Brooks. The car has arrived,” the receptionist says. I gather the kids and lead them outside to the waiting vehicle. A man with black hair and gray eyes wearing a gray suit stands next to the back door of the car.

“Good afternoon, Miss. My name is Bastien. Where to today?”

“Nice to meet you, Bastien. I’m Riley Brooks. Central Park, please,” I reply. He opens the door and helps me buckle Charlotte and Philip in their booster seats. He then holds the door open so I can climb in. After I’m in my seat, he shuts the door and makes his way to the driver’s side. He puts the car in drive and maneuvers into traffic.

“How long have you been working for Liam and Madeleine?” I ask.

He eyes me in the rear-view mirror. “I’ve been with him for about 7 years. I used to drive his father around until he retired. I’ve been with the Rhys family for nearly 20 years.”

“Wow! That’s a long time.”

“The family has been good to me for many years, the job pays well, and I have a lot of free time during the day. I just need to be available to chauffeur Mr. Rhys to and from work and the occasional events.”

“Does he drive himself at all?”

Bastien chuckles. “He does. But Mr. Rhys usually works during his commute, so it’s easier for me to transport him.”

I nod and turn to the window, watching the traffic pass by. A few minutes later, we arrive at the park and Bastien exits the vehicle.

“I’ll wait here while you and the children play,” he says. We make our way to Heckscher Playground. This is my favorite place in Central Park. Not only is it the oldest playground in the park, but it's also the largest. The kids make a beeline for the playground equipment, while I find a park bench to sit on. I relax and take in the sounds of the park. Birds chirping. The sounds of traffic in the distance. Kids laughing and screaming as they play. I hear Charlotte and Philip approach me a few minutes later. Philip is cupping one hand in the other.

“Riley! Look what we found!” Philip says, holding out his hand. I lean in to see a small toad hopping around in his palm.

“Where did you find that?”

“He was jumping on the slide. Can we keep him? Please?”

“No, buddy. We need to leave him here. This is his home, and his family is probably looking for him. Plus, I’m sure your Mommy will flip out if we bring a toad home.”

A frown forms on his little face. It breaks my heart to see him sad, but I’m sure Madeleine would never in a million years let the kids have a pet. She’d probably fire me for even suggesting it. I grab my purse and rise from the park bench. “I have an idea. Let’s take a picture of him with my phone. That way, we have something to remember him by.”

Philip grins and holds his hand out and I snap a picture of the toad. He then crouches down and releases the toad into the grass, watching as it hops away. “Bye-bye, Mr. Toad.”

“Can we see the picture, Riley?” Charlotte asks.

I pull up the photo and show the kids. They ooh and aww over the image. I smile at how adorable they are. “Can we take a picture of us to send to Mr. Toad?” Philip asks.

I laugh. “I don’t think Mr. Toad has a cell phone, but we can still take a picture. Squeeze in here,” I tell them. I open the camera app and snap the photo.

As I examine the photo, I hear the distinct sound of a camera clicking. I look to my left to see a paparazzo hiding behind the bushes, snapping photos of us with his long-range lens. Are you freaking kidding me?! My jaw tightens. “Kids, get your stuff. It’s time to go.”

“Awww, already?” they both whine. Seething, I gather up my purse and grab each of their hands, pulling them toward the car. I glance over at the paparazzo and see a second one a few feet away. As we near the car, Bastien sees us and jumps out. He notices the expression on my face.

“Everything alright, Miss Brooks?”

“Paparazzi. We need to get out of here.”

He nods, ushering the kids into the car and buckling them in their seats. I don’t bother climbing in the back and jump in the front seat. He climbs in the driver’s seat and tears away from the park, checking the rear-view.

“It doesn’t look like they’re following us. Are you okay?”

I close my eyes and exhale loudly, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just shaken up. Does that happen a lot?”

He frowns. “Unfortunately. Mr. Rhys and Ms. Karlington are high-profile individuals. Which means the press follows their every move. That includes the kids. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about that beforehand.”

“Don’t apologize. It comes with the territory. I knew this would happen eventually. It just caught me off guard. I guess I’m worried about how it’s going to affect my personal life going forward. Now that they know my face, they’re probably going to start following me even when I’m not working.”

“Would you like me to speak to Mr. Rhys about getting you security detail?”

I shake my head. “No. I’ll be okay. They’re more of a nuisance than anything. Can you take us home?”

As we make our way back to the penthouse, I contemplate texting Liam. No one was hurt, and the kids have no clue what happened, but I’m sure the pictures will end up online within the hour. I don’t want him to worry and there’s no way in hell I’m texting Madeleine. I close my eyes and rest my head against the seatback. Better get used to it, Riley. You knew the risks when you took this job.

Easier said than done.

#trr au #trr fanfic #liam rhys #riley brooks #the royal romance #something domestic #playchoices fanfic #nanny au #madeleine karlington #nazariolahela fanfic

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anonymoustalks · 4 years

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They also didn't want me to speak Korean outside of the house because "in America you speak only English."

(6-17-20) You both like Politics.

You: hi

Stranger: Hello

You: What is something important to you?

Stranger: My job.

You: Mhm how so?

Stranger: Because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to buy a house, save money, and have dinner every night.

You: Very reasonable

You: and grounded

Stranger: Considering that I grew up low-income, it only makes sense that I skimp and save.

You: ah yeah, that helps gives perspective for sure

Stranger: All I can really say is not having food every day isn't fun.

You: Mhm did you grow up not being able to eat every day?

Stranger: Yes.

You: What was that like?

Stranger: Hell.

You: Yeah I can imagine

Stranger: The savior was USDA subsidized cheese.

You: are you us-based?

Stranger: I was. I relocated to South Korea in 2007.

You: mhm was the food insecurity in the SU or south korea?

Stranger: The US.

You: where were you specifically, if you don't mind me asking?

Stranger: Detroit until I was 8, Denver from 8-22.

You: mhm

Stranger: You couldn't pay me to move back to the US, in spite of the fact that my parents always insisted that it was better than Korea.

You: Mhm I'd love to hear anything that you're willing to share

Stranger: Well, what do you want to hear?

You: well, everything lol

You: but I guess we don't have time lol

Stranger: What parts do you want to hear?

You: I never personally experienced food insecurity

You: or the circumstances around that

You: and what your family did

You: and I guess why you moved

Stranger: Food insecurity is hell. My parents simply lived with it and ignored it.

You: as context, I'm guessing your family were immigrants?

Stranger: I moved for job security and so I wouldn't face discrimination in the US. Yes, they immigrated from Korea.

You: mhm

You: I'm not really that familiar with detroit and things, but I feel like the naive question I'm sure you get is what about food banks?

You: or other stuff

Stranger: Not a thing back in 1980s/90s Detroit outside of churches, which my parents stayed away from.

You: ahh I didn't know

You: so I'm guessing subsidized school lunches probably also weren't a thing?

Stranger: Those were, but my parents didn't apply for those until we moved to Denver.

You: sounds really rough

Stranger: They didn't apply mostly for fear of deportation

You: undocumented?

Stranger: They were documented, the documentation wasn't always fully valid.

You: ah..

You: student visa?

Stranger: Green cards.

You: mhm I guess it's just so different it's hard for me to imagine

Stranger: Needless to say, people who work on private railyards don't make much.

You: my goodness

Stranger: About 50 cents an hour back in the 80s and 90s.

You: yeah... I just can't imagine

You: how did your family end up moving to denver?

Stranger: My father's job at the railyard was replaced by a sensor and they were concerned that Detroit was becoming too unsafe.

You: mhm this was the big crime era too?

Stranger: Yes. And we lived in a housing project that was effectively where you went to buy drugs or die.

You: buy drugs or die?

Stranger: Lot of dealers, criminals, and bait apartments in there.

You: okay, was just slightly confused about the wording if they made you buy or something

Stranger: The people in the apartment next to us were dealers.

You: mhm

Stranger: The Detroit PD raided the wrong unit, not theirs.

You: .......

Stranger: And that's why I don't respect the Detroit PD.

You: yeah that's terrible

Stranger: We did get money from them after it was found that they broke the most expensive thing in the apartment.

You: it's just so hard for me to imagine what your parents went through

You: coming to the US

You: and all of this

Stranger: I can provide some more insight if you'd like.

You: anything you want to share is good

Stranger: They had this twisted perspective on American customs and holidays.

You: meaning?

Stranger: They didn't get any of them per-se "right."

You: huh

Stranger: Xmas? Get up at 5 AM and eat a pack of Twinkies. "We're going to work."

Stranger: New year's? Get up at 5 AM and eat nothing. "We're going to work"

Stranger: They also told me to not get good grades, because "Americans don't"

You: huh that's unexpected to me...

Stranger: I got all A+s on the report cards, and even skipped a lot of grades after moving to Denver.

You: mhm good for you!

Stranger: They also didn't want me to speak Korean outside of the house because "in America you speak only English."

You: I'm trying to imagine things through their eyes

Stranger: What are you effectively seeing?

You: uhh very poor, desperate, scared

Stranger: That about summed them up.

You: yeah.

Stranger: Even now, they refuse help from me.

You: mhm... that sounds kinda vaguely asian

You: are they still in the us?

Stranger: Yes.

Stranger: Still living in Denver, too.

You: what did they do in denver?

Stranger: My mother is a cashier at a Wal-Mart, and my father is a gun salesman, since he became a citizen in 2012.

You: mhm

Stranger: They did let me pay off their mortgage in 2011, though.

You: oh that's good

You: I can imagine your parents being very proud of you

You: are you an only child or with siblings?

Stranger: I'm an only child.

Stranger: I doubt they could ever afford a second.

You: right

Stranger: Hell, they were still paying down the bill from my birth until I was 10.

You: yeah asian-american poverty is just something I'm so removed from it's just I don't even know what to say

Stranger: That was back when Koreans were below Hispanics on the social ladder

You: right... I didn't realize detroit or denver had any kind of korean population

Stranger: Not really, they just ended up in those places because there were jobs.

You: mhm

You: so you went through school in denver, graduated, did college, and then moved to korea?

Stranger: I went through high school in Denver, graduated, college fast-tracked from age 14, medical school from 16-22. Then got the hell out of the US.

You: oh my goodness that's incredible

Stranger: I started high school at age 8 due to the district insisting on testing me.

You: yeah um I didn't even realize that kind of thing was possible

Stranger: It is, and its just not common

Stranger: I learned a lot from the books my parents had around the apartment.

You: yeah

Stranger: Since all that they had were my father's textbooks from college and a few legal help books.

Stranger: And operating manuals, and legal documentation.

You: mhm it just sounds like such a whirlwind of stuff to go through

You: anyhow what brings you to the politics tag?

Stranger: I like politics, always have.

You: on omegle? haha ^^

Stranger: I like most politics.

You: ^^ I guess I would have imagined that most ordinary ppl who like politics would be on reddit I guess or something

You: unless they have something strange going for them lol

Stranger: I have nothing going for me politics-wise.

You: hm, but other things?

You: sorry if I'm prying

Stranger: In the medical field, yes.

You: huh?

Stranger: I'm a general practitioner, and a tenured one at that, so I'm among the ~150 important people at the KCDC.

You: oh what I meant is that I'm just surprised someone like you would be on omegle that's all haha ^^

You: since we're pretty trashy here haha

Stranger: Nowhere near as trashy as other people I've encountered

You: mhm maybe

Stranger: Namely the Detroit police department SWAT team

You: >.<

You: so do you have a list of political issues you care about the most?

Stranger: Yeah, mostly not defunding the KCDC.

You: do you get a lot of koreans on omegle?

Stranger: No, I've never encountered another Korean.

You: oh okay

You: yeah I don't think I've ever run into anyone from east asia

You: many from india though

Stranger: In case you're wondering, the KCDC is basically Korea's healthcare provider, and disease/drug regulator.

You: yeah I googled it

You: I thought korea did very well with coronavirus testing

Stranger: We did.

You: why are they trying to defund you?

Stranger: Because they want to stop covering things that many Koreans rely on, such as vision coverage (I benefit from it), as well as coverage of OTC drugs in hospitals.

You: hmm how is there not popular backlash?

You: I thought there was a general political adage that it's easy to give benefits, but hard to repeal them

Stranger: They've kept it under wraps by putting funding changes in fine print.

You: funding charges as in...?

Stranger: Funneling the money into reserves.

You: oh okay, it might be a bit over my head ^^

Stranger: Basically, the KCDC is funded in USD, so we can buy equipment without exchange rate issues, and they view the USD as a finite recourse. Its not, since saving it depreciates the value for us long-term.

You: huuh I didn't know that at all

Stranger: Meanwhile, I have to fight with a government-paid vision provider to get my new glasses.

You: btw why did your parents dislike korea so much?

Stranger: Korea was different in the 70s and 80s. The leaders were totalitarians mostly installed by the US. The economy was garbage, and it was impossible to get a stable job outside of manufacturing or the armed forces.

You: ah okay, thanks for the summary

Stranger: They were middle class in Korea, too. And they left that all for the US.

You: yeah... I didn't realize the exchange rate was so steep back then too

Stranger: Most of the reason they were poor in the US was because of their limited English.

You: Ah okay

You: What kind of conversations do you normally get into here on omegle?

Stranger: Usually something that ends with "the US owns Korea."

You: what?

Stranger: The Republicans in the US have this twisted idea that America owns Korea.

You: huh

You: and you enjoy talking to people like that?

Stranger: No, but I like trying to talk sense into them.

You: ^^;; it sounds like quite an argument

Stranger: And its hilarious to me.

You: ah yeah, I guess people do like the amusement

Stranger: I have spat out coffee laughing at their stupidity.

You: I think people come from very different places ^^

Stranger: To some of them its a foreign concept that people can make more money in countries other than the US.

You: I think it depends in part on people's skill sets

Stranger: They also don't understand how foreign currency works, since, sometimes if they ask about my pay, I give it to them in KRW.

You: lol

Stranger: They think I'm lying because the number in KRW exceeds 350 billion

Stranger: KRW is counted in a strange manner.

You: hm? how so?

Stranger: 1,000 KRW= 1 USD (one cheap meal). 100 KRW= 10 cents (which is the same cost as a burger here), 10 KRW= 1 cent (half a bottle of cola).

Stranger: You have to know it to recognize it on site.

You: huh...

Stranger: We make western money but don't pay western prices.

You: I'm just slightly confused basically

Stranger: McDonald's is expensive here, with a meal being $8.

Stranger: The only things that really cost western prices are, well... western things.

You: mhm right

You: I feel like cost-of-living in different places is always a little hard for me to grasp

Stranger: I find it amazing that Coke is considered the cheap beverage here and in the US

You: I have a suspicion that in many circumstances people are just buying the bottle

Stranger: Still, I have always viewed it as expensive.

You: I mean if you look at the price of a 2L bottle versus a small bottle?

Stranger: Yes, but, still, too pricey when I was young.

You: the drink itself must be inexpensive to manufacture

You: but the retail price is elevated substantially

Stranger: My parents always viewed it as "why spend a buck on a 2L when Faygo is 75 cents, we can barely afford it as is"

Stranger: Which ingrained it as being a luxury product in my mind

You: lol

You: idk it's cheaper than milk, juice... so many things

You: I feel like it must be bad for public health

Stranger: Faygo is and always has been cheaper

Stranger: Probably because of competition

You: oh we don't have them here

Stranger: Faygo is highly regionalized to Detroit.

You: not distributed in my area

Stranger: In fairness, it helps the cost when its bottled a few blocks from the grocer.

You: I guess that's true

You: but there are always discount soft drink brands too

You: although I was never pressed enough at cash to really look very hard at the difference between a dollar or like 90 cents...

Stranger: My parents had to look carefully at those prices

You: yeah

Stranger: What would be 45 minutes in the grocer for a person who can grab-and-go items would be 1-2 hours for us.

You: mhm

Stranger: Which is why I buy the same three things at the grocer, so I don't need to price compare

You: mhm I feel spoiled because I don't really do much coupon shopping

Stranger: For what its worth, they did get the one symbol of wealth that Korean-Americans viewed as a symbol of wealth at the time.

You: which was?

Stranger: Color television set.

You: oh

You: I think you are around a decade older than me so it's hard for me to compare and contrast

Stranger: I'm 35.

You: yup

Stranger: So, I have faint memories of the 1980s.

You: I was born int he 90's

Stranger: The 90s were a good time.

You: I have faint memories of the 90's lol ^^

Stranger: That was when we got a computer

You: sounds about right

Stranger: My uncle imported KDS systems to the US, so we got that for free.

You: huh

Stranger: KDS became Emachines, a company you might have heard of

You: nope!

Stranger: Your household probably didn't have to buy whatever the cheapest system at Wal-Mart was.

You: uhh I think our first computer was some form of macintosh

Stranger: Which are systems for the wealthy next to Korean imports.

You: yeah it's really interesting to look back at this stuff

Stranger: I sometimes wish I could go back in time, but then I realize that'd effectively be starting from scratch.

You: uh yeah, that doesn't sound very fun

Stranger: There's no real reason to look back on the past for me.

You: yeah I don't really look back this far normally either

You: do you still speak much english in everyday life btw?

Stranger: Yes, on a daily basis. To the point where I still sound American when I speak it.

You: Oh I didn't know that

Stranger: I have no issues with speaking either language, luckily.

You: mhm that really helps

You: how is your social life?

Stranger: Basically zero friends in Korea.

You: aww...

You: is there like a barrier?

You: being foreign or something?

Stranger: No, since I am not foreign in the eyes of either the Korean government nor the people.

You: ah, so you're just saying it's just you? ^^

Stranger: Yes.

You: introverted?

Stranger: Yes.

You: mhm I wish you the best!

Stranger: My parents weren't too hot on the idea of me ever having friends.

You: oh...

You: you're not around them anymroe!

You: seriously, are you doing okay?

Stranger: I'm doing fine.

You: okay ^^

You: I think it's different to be happy and introverted vs. unhappy and introverted, if you know what I mean

Stranger: Not to mention, after I moved to Denver, it became harder to make friends.

You: hm, why?

Stranger: I was 8 and in high school. Take a guess.

You: ah...

You: yeah that threw me for a loop

You: ordinarily I thought most school systems didn't allow their kids to skip too far for well... I guess social reasons?

You: idk if things changed or how things happen on way or another

Stranger: And being Korean in a majority hispanic school didn't help, either.

You: mhm

Stranger: Since that was basically right after the LA riots, which made Koreans and hispanics hate each other.

You: right...

Stranger: I did get bullied for that.

You: :c

Stranger: Metal lunch trays don't feel too good in the back of the head

You: that's terrible

Stranger: And neither does getting tied to a chair with an extension cord

You: I just can't imagine

You: people just...

Stranger: You'd think they'd show mercy on someone effectively half their age and size.

You: yeah

You: also for some reason I thought of denver as kind of like a progressive white place

You: but idk if that's just more recently

Stranger: That's modern Denver.

You: yeah

Stranger: Back then it was a rougher place.

You: mhm

You: I think you have so much in your past

You: it's a lot

Stranger: A lot of people do.

You: mhm

Stranger: Not everyone can have a pretty story filled with bubblegum and rainbows.

You: yeah...

You: it's just sad

You: or well, so many things that America turns a blind eye too

You: even now

You: a kind of semi-willful ignorance

You: in favor of narratives I guess

Stranger: It would've been nice if I didn't have to carry a revolver everywhere.

You: huh you were licensed to carry as a kid?

Stranger: From when I was 18.

You: mhm

Stranger: My parents made me get licensed out of pure fear.

You: mhm

You: idk if it's your generation, your family's socioeconomic status, location, or all of the above, but your story is just so much more raw and dramatic than those of other asian americans I've heard

Stranger: Probably a mix.

Stranger: My experiences are in-line with your average LA Korean in the early 90s.

You: right

You: I just didn't know the differences could be so stark through one or two generations

Stranger: Well, remember, a riot happened that moved the Koreans up the ladder.

You: yeah

You: or maybe there's a rift between asian americans who were hear longer versus the large influx that came in the 90s

Stranger: Probably that, since not a lot came in the 80s.

You: yeah

Stranger: I remember the first time I visited Korea, it was like a different planet.

You: mhm

You: (not that I have any idea lol XD)

Stranger: My uncle took me to Seoul in 1995, which was when I realized that Korea wasn't what my parents made it out to be (they made it out to effectively be a 3rd world country).

You: mhm

Stranger: I'd say it was that visit that made me want to leave the US

You: you went through a lot

Stranger: I do consider some of it to be a lot.

You: have you ever thought about writing it up?

You: idk assembling it into a narrative of some kind?

Stranger: I have, but I'm not comfortable with it being on paper beyond legal documents.

You: mhm okay yeah

Stranger: For example, in the file cabinet next to me I have every single even slightly legal document from when I was born until I was 30.

You: mhm... I should do a better job of getting my paperwork together

Stranger: Just opening it, there's three folders of medical papers.

You: hospital?

Stranger: No, at home. The folders even include every payment on every medical bill from back then.

You: ah I meant, you were hospitalized often?

Stranger: No. Mostly just payments from my birth, as well as vision.

You: mhm

Stranger: The vision papers are expansive.

You: right

Stranger: Considering that I've needed to wear glasses since I was 2.

You: what??

Stranger: Effectively, my vision is garbage, and has been ever since.

You: so it's getting really late for me, but I wanted to thank you for sharing everything that you did ^^

Stranger: Have a nice night.

You: thank you!

You: best of luck with everything and I hope you're able to make more friends!

Stranger has disconnected.

#omegle #race #racism #korean american #korea #food insecurity #immigrant #asian american #bullying #medicine #kcdc #guns

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jichew · 5 years

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college!hyunsuk au♡part one

a/n: hello!!! this is my first fic on here so please go easy on me bc it’s kind of slow and long :,) I rushed it a bit bc i wanted to get it up before the last episode airs :/// also feel free to leave requests or just drop in to talk! i would love more ygtb mutuals! (also i was going to make this a full on lovers au but it got too long so i just left it like this, but if i get enough requests, i will be more than willing to make a part 2!)

so you’re a freshman at college(✿◠‿◠)

while you’re absolutely in love with what college has to offer,,,,you’re dreading the start of classes

esp when it’s your first semester and you have no idea how to navigate the campus

and that, my friends, is how you realize it will take 15 minutes to get to a 9 AM that starts in 10 minutes (a/n this is a true story lol)

and while you could easily just skip this class and call it a day, you are A GOOD STUDENT ＼＼\\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

so you double knot your shoelaces and run across that mf campus

thankfully, you make it right as the clock hits 9... though you didn’t realize that this was a 300 student general chem lecture

it really b like that sometimes y/n ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so you’re left to slide into one of the rows at the very back of the hall, which is thankfully empty

...

save for the mop of blonde hair that is passed out in the seat next to you

of course, you don’t have the time to pay attention to the boy beside you because you’re prof has already started lecturing

before you know it, class is over

surprisingly enough, at 9:50 on the dot, the boy shoots his head up, ruffles his hair, grabs his backpack and briskly exits the lecture hall room, sparing you a brief nod

if you weren’t stressed enough that you have 20 minutes to grab breakfast and run back across campus for class, maybe you would have taken time to notice how cute the boy was - but you have a class to get to

so fast fwd two days,,, you’re basically a pro at this whole college thing

or so you thought

you find your self double knotting your shoelaces again and running across campus to reach your 9 AM chem lecture again

at this point,,,you’ve accepted your fate and you dejectedly slide next to the passed out boy in the back row

so now that this is your second class, you’re prof is actually lecturing (and blondie beside u is still asleep)

after a grueling hour of basic chem review, you have about three pages of notes

and it isn’t until 5 minutes before you’re dismissed that blondie finally takes the time to wake up

you resist the urge to giggle seeing his slightly frazzled state - hair puffed out, half lidded eyes and pouty lips (✿´ ꒳ ` )

and maybe you would have,,,if he didn’t hurriedly look over at you and ask if he could borrow your notes

and as much as you despise people who don’t pay attention in class and ask for other peoples’ notes ,,,,, who are you to resist those puppy dog eyes

。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

so,,,, you reluctantly hand him over the notes

but not without giving him a piece of your mind ＼＼\\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

“don’t forget to bring them back next class,,,and maybe a coffee too so you can stay awake”( ◠‿◠ )

y/n, you really are too nice

so it’s finally friday,,,,but you have that cursed 9 am yet again

and while you’re able to make it early this time around, you willingly sit in the back row

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

and much to your surprise,,, in comes blondie, fully awake, an iced coffee in each hand

he moves into his seat beside you, setting down one of the coffees on your desk

“i don’t really know what girls like, so i just decided to get you the same thing as me! as a thank you for letting me borrow your notes”

speaking of notes, he quickly sets down his coffee and his backpack and takes out your notes, setting those on your desk as well

and this whole time, you’re just like,,,,,,,,, (●´ω｀●)

and he’s staring at u with this goofy smile on his face like,,,,(๑･̑◡･̑๑)

if it were socially acceptable, you would have squished his little cheeks right then and there

but all you can manage to get out is a small smile, mumbling an “anytime” under your breath

and as much as you enjoy the company of another person in this large lecture hall,,,blondie talks a lot

but also you can’t bring yourself to mind bc he’s not all that bad at chem (and he looks cute when he talks with his lips all pouty but don’t tell him you said that(๑>◡<๑))

so it’s been about a month at college and you’re actually getting the hang of things this time

also,,,blondie has officially stopped falling asleep in class

surprisingly, you both have become quite the pair ٩( ᐛ )و

you learned that his name is hyunsuk, he’s a sophomore, and he’s part of a dance team (hence why he can’t help but fall asleep during chem lecture)

while you guys don’t interact outside of class, it’s nice to have someone to make small talk with in the morning

and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to boop his cute nose on several occasions (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

so while studies are great and all,,,,it’s been a month and you have done next to nothing besides stressing over classes and sleeping

so, your friends (yes y/n, you do have friends) decided to have a little gno to celebrate surviving a month of college

shimmying into a pair of black jeans, a cute top, jean jacket and some heels, you’re ready to TAKE ON THE TOWN

and like not to brag but u look hot

you really know how to strut your stuff y/n

so when ur friends were like gno!!!! you expected something cute like going to get dinner in the city or something

you did NOT expect to find yourself in a frat party

like,,,,,you’ve never been to one of those cheap high school parties much less a college frat party

so like,you’re kind of freaking out inside bc tight areas filled with sweaty bodies and the stench of alcohol are NOT your thing

(　˙-˙　)

your friend mina is like,,,

“come on y/n, it’s part of the college experience!!!”

but you’re like,,,

“the only experience i need is sleeping past my alarm” ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

nonetheless, mina resorts to dragging you into the house

so somehow, you guys make it to the kitchen

and while you’re still against the idea of being here, at least it’s slightly more breathable in the kitchen

while u can finally breathe, you also realize mina is GONE

u quickly scan the kitchen and thankfully find her ,,,,, w some tall dinosaur looking dude??

she motions you over so you slide through some bodies to make your way over to the pair

“y/n!!! this is my friend byounggon! he owns this place!”

“hey, you can call me gon!”

the dude does a little nod and smiles at you ,,, and then u notice how close him and mina are actually standing next to each other

her hand on his arm...the little smile he gives her...

and you’re like

“OH ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

“you know,,,i’ll leave you guys to hang out for a bit while i go explore the place”

but not so fast,,,you have friends who care about your safety :,)

gon is all like

“no wait! mina told me this was your first party so i’ll have one of my frat brothers watch over you”

he turns his head back calling out a name that’s unintelligible over the sound of the music playing throughout the house

“y/n! this is my friend -“

“HYUNSUK???”

“Y/N!!!”

obviously you’re a bit startled to see the blonde boy in a setting that’s not the chem lecture hall

and maybe you’re even more startled by how good he looks - silk shirt, silver jewelry littering his ears and hair styled

and maybe he thinks the same with the way his eyes briefly glaze over your full body

but ,,,, mina and gon:??????

“you guys know each other?”

you’re the first to snap out of your reverie, hyunsuk’s eyes still glued to you

“uhh yeah we sit next to each other in chem lecture”

gon: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“ahhh...so you’re THAT y/n”

“THAT y/n”

“yeah, it means -“

“NOTHING”

(hyunsuk’s quick to interrupt when he’s about to get exposed (¬_¬))

“he means nothing lol”

anyway,,,gon’s like “yeah so we’ll leave you guys to it”

and you’re just looking back in dejection bc ur friends left u :,(((

when you turn back around hyunsuk has a bit of an apologetic look on his face

“first party?” he cocks his head to the side , puppy dog eyes waiting for an answer

“yeah,,,, i never really took you for the frat boy type”

hyunsuk does a little boyish smirk before saying

“there’s a lot things you don’t know about me babe”

and then he’s lightly grabbing your wrist and taking you to god knows where

the next thing you know, you guys are out on a balcony

and you’re like

\( ˆoˆ )/ fresh air!!!!

hyunsuk: (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

so you’re just like

staring at the sky

and u feel a little gaze boring into the side of your head

so you look over to see hyunsuk staring at you with his head cocked to the side

and he has this little smile on his lips

and you have no clue why he’s smiling but it makes your tummy do ~that thing~

but ALSO ,,, you’re trying to play it cool

so you cock your head back at him

and he stares at you for a little longer

and GIGGLES

THIS BOY HAS THE AUDACITY TO GIGGLE AT YOU

DOESNT HE KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO A GIRL’S HEART

hshsbahaheiskeksoal

“why are you giggling??”

he does a little shrug and looks over at you

“you’re cute”

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

lmao he really just had to take all your uwus

the moment kind of ends when you get a text from mina saying she went home w gon,,,

you both know what that means( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

but also now you don’t have a ride back to your dorm

i mean you probably guessed what’s going to happen now

gentleman suk decides to walk you back to your dorm

despite it being chilly, it’s still a nice walk

you both walk in a comfortable silence,, heads turned to avoid the other seeing the little smile on each’s face

and you don’t say anything when you feel the tips of hyunsuk’s warm fingers entangling into your own

and he doesn’t say anything when you bid him goodnight with a kiss on the cheek

and you know that you have more than friendly feelings for the sleepy blondie in your chem class

#ygtb #yg treasure box #ygtb scenario #ygtb imagine #yg treasure box scenario #yg treasure box imagine #choi hyunsuk #hyunsuk #hyunsuk imagine

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soundofseventeen · 5 years

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Friends to More (Vernon Chwe)

Hello! I am home sick today (my mom literally told me no about going to class) so Erin’s going to update two days in a row! Here’s the last of the hip hop unit, next moving onto vocal unit! Enjoy memesol!

So get this

You became friends because Seungkwan got a new phone

He gave Vernon his new number

But Vernon mixed up two of the numbers that Seungkwan gave him

And guess who

You were very startled to receive a text from an unknown number yelling about leaving him at some fair with someone named Hoshi what kinda name to spy on someone else named Woozi seriously what kinda name suddenly

He was sending a lot of messages

Like a lot

You just sent one in the spew of messages saying

Uhhhhhhhhh who is this

You got a few more yelling messages before you got a calm one

...this isn’t Seungkwan is it

Nope. Don’t even know a Seungkwan.

It was a couple minutes before you got one back

OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY MY FRIEND GOT A NEW NUMBER AND I MIXED IT UP I AM SO SORRY I SWEAR I DON’T USUALLY START CONVERSATIONS BY YELLING

That at least made you laugh

It’s alright. Who even are you??

OH YEAH my name is Vernon

Hi Vernon, I’m Y/N

And suddenly you had a new friend

You two literally talked all night

You figured out you guys went to separate high schools but in the same town

You learned exactly WHY Vernon was rage texting you

He learned that his texting did not in fact wake you up, you were already up trying to finish an entire drama in one night

Once you stopped you expected to never hear from him again

But then in the middle of one of your classes you got a random text message

Do fish have feelings

Uhh.. I don’t know why?

We’re testing stuff on fish in my science class and mine looks kinda mad

He then sent you a picture of the angry fish

You actually snorted in your history class, causing your friend to look at you

You waved them off

It wasn’t until you went to a soccer game with them that you actually met Vernon

Your friend was dating a guy at another school, and wanted to bring you to one of his games because, to quote

“A lot of his friends are really cute so who knows what could happen”

So grudgingly you went

Jokes on your friend you ended up texting Vernon the whole time

During different parts of the game his friends kept shuffling around, and eventually you were sitting next to a pretty smiley boy with dirty blonde hair.

It was about 10 minutes when you noticed something

Every time you would respond to a text from Vernon, he would pick up his phone.

Every time he put his phone down, yours dinged

So you did a test run

You don’t happen to be a soccer game right now, do you?

As soon as he checked his phone, his eyes widened and he started looking around the crowd

Of course, it was a high school game so a lot of people were on their phones

Maybe… Are you?

“So you ARE Vernon.” You said, and he jumped next to you

“Wait… Y/N?”

“Hi nice to officially meet you” You laughed, and he just grinned at you

“Wow, you do not look like I imagined”

“Oh really?”

“Seungkwan said you might be like 50 or something”

“Right okay which one of these people is Seungkwan” He looked at the boys around him then pointed at a brunette two seats ahead of you

“KWANNIE” Vernon said, and the boy turned around “This is Y/N. They’re not 50.”

“Wait Y/N’s real???”

“Yeah hi” You just waved at him and Vernon just laughed at Seungkwan’s reaction

So then you and Vernon became actual friends

You know the kind that hung out and stuff

It started small

Walking the mall or just getting junk food or something

You eventually started hanging out more and longer

You became the only person Vernon let touch his beanies

To be fair he was the only one allowed to steal your sweatshirts

It was a good thing you got going

Except one small thing

Vernon was pretty sure you were his dream person

He thought so when you two were just texting

And he walked into Mingyu’s room one day and fell on his bed

“I think I’m in love”

“Sure bro”

So then he went Joshua’s

“Remember when you called me about liking your friend?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m feeling that”

“Oh… With who?”

“I’m not really sure”

“Alrighty then”

When he actually met you he literally went up to Seungkwan the next day and put his head on a locker

“HOW can someone be so funny, so sweet, AND so attractive what the heck”

“Vernon, I need my math book and your head is blocking my way”

“SEUUNNNGGGKKWWAAANNNN”

“Oh my god okay look just talk to them a little more, then you can determine if you actually have a crush or if it’s just brief feelings”

“Like you did?”

“OKAY RUDE YOU IGNORE SOMEONE FOR 3 YEARS ONCE AND NO ONE FORGETS IT”

Except talking to you more and hanging out with you only confirmed that he definitely liked you

Except you liked some guy from your school

So Vernon with a deflated heart settled for being your friend

But he loved every second of it

He was so excited when you agreed to go see a play with him

you had plans to hang out and he totally forgot that he told Jun he would go see his play and it was the last night it was running

Seungcheol and his girlfriend sat with you guys, and at one point Seungcheol and you went to the bathrooms, when his girlfriend leaned over to Vernon

“You know, you should ask Y/N about their crush”

“What? Why?” Vernon said casually at least he hoped

“Just ask, trust me” She winked as Seungcheol and you came back. You settled into your seat between Vernon and your friend, and smiled at Vernon

“So…” Vernon said, flipping through his program “How’s that guy you like?” You looked at him then towards the stage

“Oh… He started seeing someone, so that’s over. Never really had a chance though. Besides it’s been kind of over for a while. He’s not really my type anymore.” You shrugged, and Vernon got very excited.

“Oh yeah? Sorry about that…”

“It’s no problem. Besides I like someone else so it really doesn’t matter.” You said before your brain caught what you were doing and you internally slapped yourself

“Oh really? Who’s the new guy?” He asked, still flipping through the program

“Just… a friend of mine…” You said, not making eye contact with him and it took all of his self control to not grin like an idiot then and there

Seungcheol and his girlfriend were watching you two like ‘yes babies please start dating already’

So then the show started

Except neither of you could actually focus

Being honest you weren’t even sure which one of the actors on stage was Jun anyway

Last time you had a crush you at least told Vernon his name

This made it sound very suspicious

How were you going to explain yourself

Meanwhile Vernon was trying to figure out what he should do

Should he pretend you didn’t say anything

Should he ask you out

Should he hold your hand

Who knows

It was a very long first act for the both of you

During intermission he went to the lobby with Seungcheol, and that’s when his idea came to him okay Seungcheol talked him into it

You were very confused when he came back with a single yellow rose

He must have bought that for Jun

The second act was just as long as the first

And became even more awkward when a confession scene came up

Finally curtain call came and everyone was clapping

And you were congratulating everyone after the show and everything was fine

Then when you were walking back to Vernon’s car you noticed he still had the rose

“Oh shoot, you forgot to give that to Jun.” You said, and he just looked at you

“Hm?”

“That flower, you never gave it to Jun”

“It’s not for Jun”

“Oh… Then why did you get it?” His face turned slightly pink in the darkness even

“It’s actually for you.”

You stopped walking

“Y/N?”

“You got me a flower?”

“Yeah but it has an ulterior motive”

“And what would that be?”

“I got the flower just in case you would agree to go on a date with me...” He grinned and held the flower towards you

You stared at Vernon with wide eyes

“And if I say no?” He shrugged

“...You still get the flower”

“Okay.” You said, taking the flower and walking away

“Wait… I don’t know what that was an okay to”

“That’s for you to figure out” You smirked as Vernon caught up to you

You two were official within like a week, it took Vernon a little longer than he cared to admit to figure out what you meant

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pjoheadcannonsandaus · 6 years

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30 Minutes or Less

“Let’s order pizza.” Annabeth turned from the television to look at her friend.

“…what? We already have food.”

“I know, but I’m hungry for pizza. Hazel, what do you think?”

The sheepish girl looked up from her book to look Piper in the eyes, answering “Annabeth’s right, we have food.”

“Aw, c'mon!” Piper exclaimed, “This is a sleepover, guys! We gotta live it up! Have some fun!” She stood as she preached to the other girls. “We can’t just sit here watching Legally Blonde and The Princess Bride all night! We gotta do something exciting!”

“And what, exactly, would that be, Piper?” Annabeth asked, in a I’m-intrigued-but-also-ready-to-say-no kind of way.

“And what does it have to do with pizza?” Hazel chipped in.

“It’s simple.”

“Hello, this is Papa John’s Pizza, how can I help you?” A feminine voice replied,

“Hi! We’d like to order a pizza.”

“Alright! Just one?”

“Uhh…”

Mumbled voices came over the phone.

“Yeah, we just need one, thank you.”

“What size will your pizza be?” The mumbled voices returned.

“Large.”

“Alright, and what toppings do you want on it?” More mumbled voices.

“Half pepperoni, half cheese.”

“Alright. Delivery or pick-up?”

“Delivery, please.”

“Would you like to add a drink or a Papa John’s Chocolate Chip Cookie for only $5.99?” Mumbled voices.

“No, thank you, we’re good.”

“Alright, is there anything else you’d like?”

“Uh, could I-”

The sound of movement now came through the phone.

“Could I make a special request?”

“Of course, ma'am. What is it?”

“Can you send your cutest delivery boy?” The man chuckled.

“Of course, ma'am. Your pizza will be 13 dollars and 50 cents.”

“Thanks! Have a nice night!”

“Thanks, you too.” The telephone clicked as the call was disconnected.

The man smirked and turned towards the back. “Hey, Percy! Got a job for you!”

“Why’d you run off at the end?” Annabeth asked.

Piper smiled deviously. “You’ll find out.”

Hazel shivered. “Piper, you know I don’t like that look!”

As Annabeth gave Piper a look, she replied, “Well, I’m sorry. It wasn’t meant for you.”

“You never told us about the-” Annabeth gestured in air quotes- “"excitement”, Piper.“

"The excitement, guys, is the warmth and enjoyment of pizza, company of fine friends, and Legally Blonde.”

“I don’t believe you, Piper.”

“I know.”

Ding-dong.

“Annabeth, get the door, would you?”

“Why? You know it’s the pizza that you ordered,” Annabeth rebuked, pointing a finger.

Piper crossed her arms behind her head as she reclined into the couch. “It’s your house.”

“No, it’s my-”

“Ohmigosh, Annabeth, just go get the pizza!”

Ding-dong.

Annabeth sighed. “Fine. Since I’m standing anyways. Can I have the money?”

Piper held out the three-way-split bill for Annabeth, who grabbed it and walked off. Annabeth muttered to herself as she walked to the front door. She opened it and saw the delivery boy. No, delivery boy wasn’t right; he was a delivery man. With his tanned skin, dark, ruffled hair, and green eyes, Annabeth was sure she’d just met some model or something and had been pranked.

He flashed a brilliantly white smile, full of joy and mischief, and Annabeth stuttered. Her normally faster-than-light brain had completely stopped.

“Hi. Here’s your pizza.”

“Uh- I- uh-”

His smile got bigger, and Annabeth’s heart dropped slightly. “You’re an awfully wise girl, aren’t you?”

“No, I- you- I”

He laughed and said, “Your total is $13.50.”

Annabeth’s left hand reached up to cover her face as her right shot out with the money. He took it from her and handed the pizza, and then… he winked.

“Have a nice night,” he said, as he turned and walked down the stairs and back to his Prius.

Piper was cackling, while Hazel was stifling her own cackles.

“Did you see her? She was speechless!” Hazel let loose a short cackle before they heard the door close.

“Shh, shh, she’s coming back!” Piper warned. They both quickly quieted as

Annabeth walked back in, carrying a pizza.

“How-” Piper snorted- “How’d it go?” Piper asked.

Annabeth’s face was red, and filled with embarrassment. “Piper, how could you do that to me?!”

“Do what?! I didn’t do anything!”

“You liar! You told them to send a hot boy!”

“I did not! I told them to send a cute boy!” Annabeth huffed.

“Same difference! So you admit it!”

“Yeah, I admit it. Annabeth…” Piper patted the couch next to her, “Come sit next to me. Bring the pizza.”

Annabeth sat on the couch.

“You have been a wreck since Luke ran off with Thalia.” Annabeth very quickly and very visibly shut down, her eyes casting down to the floor, away from Piper, and her shoulders slumping. Piper wasn’t having it. She gently grabbed Annabeth’s chin.

“Look at me, Annabeth,” Annabeth’s head turned. “You need to move on. You’re done mourning, it’s been months. Try something new.”

“Piper’s right, Annabeth. Luke wasn’t right for you, and now he’s gone. You can’t be hung up on him your entire life. Let go,” Hazel added.

Annabeth said nothing.

“We’re getting another pizza,” Piper declared, standing up and heading for the phone.

“Why?” Annabeth asked defeated.

“To set you up with a cute pizza boy. Duh.” Hazel snorted, and Annabeth cracked the faintest of smiles.

Ding-dong.

“Just like we rehearsed. “Hi, what’s your name?” It’s easy, you got it,“ Piper instructed, rubbing Annabeth’s shoulders as she stood in the hall leading to the door.

"Yep. I got it.”

“Go, and do not falter, my child,” Piper said, giving Annabeth a slight shove as she and Hazel shrunk back to be out of sight.

“Are you sure, Piper?” Hazel asked.

“Oh, definitely not. We’re gonna need at least 3 pizzas.” Piper said.

The door opened, and there he was again.

“Hey, wise girl. Feeling better?”

“I-I-uhhhh… h-hi,” Annabeth stuttered out with trouble.

“Oh, so you do talk! Great!” He said, voice rife with sarcasm.

Annabeth got a bewildered look on her face as snickers broke out behind her. The man looked over her shoulder to see Piper and Hazel, covering their mouths to ensure they weren’t heard.

“Seems like your friends are having a good time. Do they enjoy me that much?”

“Um-w-what-uhh,” she tried.

“It’s alright, we’ll get it next time. $13.50.” Annabeth hung her head in shame as she handed him the money.

“Thank you,” he said, and handed her the pizza before once again turning and leaving.

Annabeth lifted her head so that she could watch him walk away, and he turned his head over his shoulder and winked. She gasped before quickly shutting the door and turning to lean back against it. Piper and Hazel rushed to her side.

“What happened?”

“I can’t help it! He’s just so cute and sassy and… nice-looking…” Hazel’s face got a little red as Piper snarked.

“Woman, go get him! You can do it! You’re clearly interested, he’s clearly not uninterested, it’s so easy! Go!”

It took 4 pizzas.

Ding-dong.

The door opened once again.

“You know, I’m starting to think you like me,” He remarked.

“w-whtsyrnm,” Annabeth whimpered quietly.

He held a hand up to his ear. “I’m sorry, what?”

Annabeth took a deep breath and shut her eyes momentarily before straightening her neck quickly, staring him face-to-red-face. She held out her right hand. “Hello. My name is A-Annabeth. What’s your name?”

It was the delivery man’s turn to get a look of bewilderment on his face, though it quickly broke into joy. “My name is Percy,” he said, grasping her hand.

“Percy. Nice to meet you.” She said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, too… Annabeth,” he said the last word as if he’d never heard it before, and as if it were to save him.

“W-w-w-w…” Annabeth started, before slowly backing inside. She was caught by someone Percy didn’t recognize.

“What my friend is trying to ask is… would you like to join our sleepover?”

The end.

Title: 30 Minutes or Less

Work Code: THB0017

Primary Author: TheHylianBatman @TheHylianBatman

Additional Author(s): N/A

Proofreader: TheHylianBatman

Written on: Saturday, September 29th, 2018

Updated: N/A

Version: 1.0

In request of the following anon.

#not mine #Guest Writer #thehylianbatman #percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mclean #Hazel Levesque #Percabeth #Percy Jackson au #Percy Jackson fanfiction #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #PJO #HOO #submission

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years

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Staying at the in laws p2

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: CONFUSING

THOMAS’ POV:

"we're here!" I heard y/n cheerful yell we swapped over at the McDonald's car park when we got to her home town because my legs where going to sleep plus she knew this place a whole lot better then I did somehow in whatever distance it was between that car park and her parents place I had fallen asleep "We're here?" I ask hardly awake "Yep, come on we need to get our stuff before it gets to dark" she says getting out I look around it already seemed pretty dam dark to me so I got out helping her get out our bags of stuff and clothes for all the time we would be spending here we opened the little gate and snunk in I instantly could smell an odd mix of roses from the garden and huge piles of dog shit pooled around each car, all of them I assume members of her families? Alot of them didn't look good in fact there was half a car across the back of the garden she ran up as I shut the gate dinging the little doorbell I could here the little dinging going off inside and I saw a large dog jump up the main window starting to growl I stepped closer trying my best not to step in anything as I got to the little stone path close to the door just as it opened "Y/N! ITS Y/N EVERYONE! YAY!" erupted from the door as a woman stood there and many people where sat around inside the dog pushed past this woman it was a big and bouncy black dog it jumped on y/n putting it's paws on her shoulders as it stood "Awwww hey boy" she smiles giving the dog a pet before it jumped down coming to me and growling at me "awwww, it's okay boy it's just Thomas" she giggled "Uhh hi uhh dog" I began trying to pet it but it barked at me "He won't bite, unless he thinks your going to do something bad" a man chuckled from inside y/n went in the dog following her so I went in putting my stuff with her's she had put it on the stairs as she walked into the large living room so I followed her I felt... Out of my element this was alot of people they can't all be her family? If so she has a big family they all turned to look at me judging every thing about me y/n was stood talking to the woman from the door she turned to me and smiled so I mouthed "help me" to her but she ignored me "So... Your his Thomas I've heard so much about?" A man asked he was sat in a recliner chair a pint glass of beer in his hand and a walking stick wedged between his leg and the cushion of the chair he looked at me glaring waiting for my answer "Uhh.. yeah I'm thomas y/n's boyfriend" I smile "Really? How long have you to been together now?" A woman asked smoking her vape by the fireplace "It was a year a few months ago" I blush "Then why not ring! My granddaughter shouldn't be fooling With some boy till he puts a ring on her finger!" A woman began yelling "Ignore her, old bag, hi lil y/n's sister" a woman smiles getting up and coming to help me to a wooden chair by the dinning room door "Ohh hey, yeah y/n's told me about you" I smile just as the dog jumped up his dirt covered paws sitting on my legs "whoa! Hello uhh dog" I say a little confused as it sniffed me and licked me "Aww he likes you Tommy" y/n giggles sitting beside me as everyone in the room sat around looking at the tv "What's going on?" I whispered "It's Saturday, football is on" she answered "Ohhhh" I sigh "so.. who's who? Come on I've never met anyone before" I ask her "Fine, well there is more here then I though so... Obviously my sister lil, her husband Danny, my aunt Lou who is my dad's sister, my uncle Jim who is my dad's brother, granny pen and grandpa reg who are my dad's parents, my dad obviously, my mum, my mum's brother uncle Warren and his wife Sara my cousin Harry then little puppy fluffy" she explains "Dam that's alot of names" I sigh "You get used to it" she smiles snuggling her head closer to me "only my parents my sister my grandparents and us are sleeping here tonight though" she smiled "Ohh.. I was worried for a minute" I smile giving her head a kiss as the little kid ran up to us her cousin if I remember rightly he came and sat looking at us "what is he doing?" I ask " He does that to new people he is leaning what your face looks like" she answers "Ohhh... Okay" I shrug "hey" I smile but he ran away from me hiding behind a sofa "what did I do?" I ask her "Nothing he recognised your voice that's all" she smiles "How did he- right he's a kid Thunderbirds or freb?" I ask "Freb most likely his mum won't let him watch Thunderbirds too violent" she laughs "shhh unless you want your cock cut off footballs starting" she says "You hate football?" I laugh "Shhhhh not when with family I don't and neither do you unless you want to be crucified I come from a football mad family Thomas get used to it" she explains "Y/n? Can you come give me a hand!" Her mother called from the kitchen she gave me a kiss and went off alot of the other girls following her too them all hanging in the kitchen chatting about... I have no idea actually only me and all the guys in her family "Well we got time before kick off, that blue thing out there yours Thomas?" One of her uncles asked I was unsure which one actually "Ohh yeah, that's my car" I answer "It's nice, do the work yourself?" Another asked "Yeah, I picked it up at a scrap yard a few years ago been repairing it ever since" I answer "it's just been a bit complicated because it's left hand drive so..." I shrug "out of curiosity what is the half broken car in the garden?" I ask "Mine" her father said "my old rover been fixing it up, used to take y/n and lil to school in that you know?" He laughed and everyone chuckled "so sangster you keep yourself busy with that sort of thing?" He asked "Ohh yeah, I mainly work with my motorbikes but cars as and when I need to" I shrug "Ohh biker boy" one sighed "Have you seen they have been re running the originals last couple weeks?" One asked another "Yeah got my box recording them" her dad answered "you watch the trek sangster?" Her father asked me "The trek?" I asked very lost trying to follow this "Star Trek?" He laughed "Ohhh no, I watched the new ones they did with uhh Chris pine" I began "Ohh the shit ones!" They all laughed "Fine not cars, no trek, uhhh music?" Her dad asked "Well I quite like older 50s stuff and more alternative-" I began "Clearly not music" he interrupted "star wars?" He asked "Yes I love star wars" I answer "Well there we go something to talk about" another man laughed "I uhh I was actually in one of them" I smile " the first new one, force awakens" I tell them "Yeah for like two seconds" one laughed as someone clicked the volume for the tv on it was in Some football show I have no idea what it was it was just so loud like in humanly loud I see why all the women went to the kitchen I might go join them in a minute they all say loudly talking over the tv about teams and players I have no idea about most names I didn't even recognize "Thomas! Can I borrow you?" Y/n smiled leaning on the kitchen door "Ohh course" I smile getting up and going across the living room to her but someone I'm not sure who tripped me up sending me face first onto the red carpet making every laugh shit that hurt I got up best I could going to see y/n Busy working away in the kitchen "hi honey?" I say in pain "Aww hi Tommy, your doing well" she giggled giving me a cuddle "I'm in emotional and physical pain and aggony people are literally beating me up and I think your dad is going to murder me for my tv choices" I explain "That's good, your doing better then I thought you would by now" she smiles "just don't let on you don't like football, don't bring up F1 because my dad hates your favourite driver and I'm not breaking that fight up because you will instantly lose, do not bring up politics for yours and my safety, and yes I know it's a lot of racisum and horrible things but please just nod and keep quiet Thomas please for me" she begs "I'll try, for you... I mean I knows they might be my in laws soon?" I smirk "In your dreams" she smiles giving me a kiss "now go out the case of beer on the table for everyone" she says " ohh and take a Stanley knife" she says "Why?" I ask a little puzzled "That's how all problems are resolved in my family Stanley knifes and duck tape whatever is more appropriate, love you" she smiles kissing my cheek and rushing off to help her mum

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kmelanin · 6 years

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Prince J/two

ONE TWO

A/N: Mhmm I know my stories tend to take forever to get to the juicy parts, but im trying to make them go a little faster.

You both walk up the stairs in a line, in front and behind were other girls with a man by her side holding her hand up, leading her up to the entrance. As soon as she enters then man leaves, unless they are guards, then they stand next to the others until the entrance closes, then they enter from the back. Or at least that's what Yoongi says. Everyone else took the ball theme seriously. You see so many puffy ball gowns, and similar ones but smaller. Yours was so simple compared to the others, but you still loved yours, especially with the diamonds.

When it was your turn to finally step through the entrance, you were stopped by two guards outside of the door, one holding a basket and the other holds his hand out to help you up the finally step and you lead you in. You hand Yoongi your invite and he puts it in the basket and smiles towards you. The other guard takes your hand again and Yoongi nods and stands next to him while he leads you into the door. Once you make it inside he nods his head while bowing a little and them goes back to everyone else. You look around and see how big it really was. It was maybe half of the size of a football field. You looked up and in a chair above everyone was King Jeon. The father of Prince Jeongguk. You looked back down and you tried look to see if the Price was around, but he wasn't. You take a deep breath and walk around. You find a long table filled with food. You walk over because you didn't want to just stand around, you were also hungry. You grab the small ceramic plates that they provide and walk down the table grabbing some fruits and cheeses. Once you were done you turn around and walk towards the furthest wall away from the King. You picked at the fruit and cheese. But as you looked around you felt your stomach ache in nervousness. You actually weren't hungry for much after all. You find the garbage and throw it away. When you put the plate on a table and turn back around you were met with two girls.

One of them has on a maroon gown with gold embellishments around the strapless breast area and around the bottom that reached to the floor. The other had on a pale baby blue simple huge dress on with some silver diamonds scattered.

“Hi-”

“You know that fruit and cheese probably costs more than everything you are wearing.” maroon girl says. You eyes widen at the bluntness. But you just give them a small smile and walk past them, until baby blue stepped in front.

“Excuse me, don't ignore the future Queen.” She sasses. You weren't phased at all, in fact you were kind of annoyed. You turn back to them and sighed.

“Look, I don't want to start anything, but mind your own business. What were you watching me this whole time? Don't you have something better to do?” You ask them. You never really understood why people do and say the things they do. You turn back around and walk away ignoring their calls. You walk around all of the beautiful women and admire their dresses. You smiled at the thought of everyone getting excited about meeting the prince. You actually were excited as well. You living far away, you never really actually seen the Prince before, nor did you really care.

“Attention!! Attention!!” A guard calls, he stands on the side of the King. You didn't want to be so close so you tried to walk back, but everyone was already gathering up front leaving you to stay right in the front and middle.

The King stands up, and you wanted to cover your ears at the cheers all of the girls gave behind you. But that was completely disrespectful, so you don't.

“Hello everyone.” He smiles looking around the crowd. You guessed that there was maybe around 30 to 50 girls here. “Today is the day where my son will find his future wife. He will go around and talk with everyone. Now I don't want anyone to surround and hound him when he is talking to another, everyone will get their turn. Also, he will be wearing a golden bracelet, once he talks to everyone he will slip that bracelet on one of your wrists and that means you are the one. The future Queen. The name of the girl will not be announced, just in case it doesn't work out. You will know if there is another ball. Now, with that being said, I introduce my son, Prince Jeon Jeongguk.”

From the side, the guard opened the door and the most beautiful man walks out, his head high and hands behind his back. You were stunned at how perfect he looked. His hair perfectly parted, showing part of his forehead and brows. His skin so perfect. Your eyes trail down his body, and you sigh at the way his body is so perfectly proportioned.

All around you, you hear the girls talking within each other about him. But you being to yourself you were able to really take him in.

He was breathtaking, and that made you scared. It makes you almost wish that he didn't choose you like he would anyways. With the way just looking at him made you tingle, you didn't want anything to do with him. You could tell that he was extremely powerful, and with the way he walked, and just how he stood you could tell that he knows it.

“Hello, everyone.” Fuck, his voice. “How is everyone?” He smiles widely looking around in the crowd. His smile made your stomach do flips and you wondered if everyone felt like this. When his eyes move closer to where you were standing, you quickly looked down, not wanting to make eye contact.

“Like my father said, I will be going around and talk to everyone single one of you. Please don't come up to me when I'm talking to another.” He raises his hand, and you see the golden bracelet. He see something dangling off of it, but it was too far away to tell what it was. But he hold it out on his fingers. “It has two J’s on it, for my name.” he sticks it up his sleeve and hide it away.

After he was done talking, he walks down the couple of stairs that lead up to them and everyone spreads out.

You look over and in the big entryway you seen Yoongi standing there and looking back at you. You smile to yourself feeling your heart get excited.

You look over and see the Prince talking to baby blue. You see her twirling her hair and blushing. But when he walks away without giving her the bracelet, she looked almost heart broken. You assumed she didn't think about him talking to everyone before he decided.

You walk over to Yoongi smiling the whole way. He smiles back with his derpy smile, no teeth. He lifts his hands and points a finger signaling you to come forth, even though you already were.

“Hi,” You say softly, you turn your back towards everyone, just wanting to be somewhat away from all of this.

“Hey, are you excited.” He smiles. You almost scoff.

“I just want this to be over so I can go home to you” You say grabbing his hand and hooking your fingers with him.

“YN, you said you would try.” He says frowning a little, he lowers his voice looking around and behind you. You couldn't help but to roll your eyes at him.

“Yes, I know. But you know damn well he won't even think about choosing me, and you know why.” you mumble. Yoongi snatches his hand out of yours and his frame stood taller and stiff. You were confused to why he suddenly acted so strange. His eyes meet to yours as well but then goes right being you. You suddenly felt a presence behind you and your heart starting beating at a quick rate. You slowly turn around, and there stood the prince.

You were really hoping that he wasn't the one that was standing there. You were hoping that it was maybe Maroon, or Baby Blue.

You watch as his lips spread into a smile, and his teeth show through. Is everything perfect about him?

Of course. He is the freaking prince.

“What is your name?” You were stunned if anything. He was so alluring, you were pretty sure that your heart stopped.

“Yn.” You mutter. Your move your eyes to the side, away from him. You could also tell that Yoongi was still behind you.

“Yn, I don't think i've met anyone named that before.” He smiles wider at you threading his hands together in front. You didn't know what to say, so you just nod, looking up at him.

“So why don't you think I'll choose you?” he tucks his lips into him mouth, and his brows frown a little. He unhooks his hands and leans forward and grab one of yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden skinship, and at how soft his hands were. You thought that maybe you should try and brush him off so you really don't get chosen. But then you remember Yoongi and your promise. Which caused you to sigh. For Yoongi.

“Look at me Your uhh Royal Highness…” You cringe at your own words. He smiles at your words when you aren't looking at him. But his swipes it away when you look back at him. “I'm considered ugly. No, I am ugly Sir.” you try to laugh it off. “You need someone beautiful…” You said looking around at the other girls. You see how some of them were looking at you, more at your hands You instantly tried to pull away, but he kept hold of you. Your eyes come back up to his, nervous.

Jeongguk didn't understand what you were saying. The only time he had been so mesmerized by a person was when he was looking at himself in a mirror, but now...damn.

“I'm not trying to put myself down, I'm telling you the truth. People wanna see someone beautiful, like you.” You mumble the last part, you didn't mean to let it slip.

“Well guess what my love...” He smiles and looks back at Yoongi. “Take her upstairs and Ill be there soon.” he looks back down at you and smiles brightly, but you felt like there was some type of catch behind his smile. He lets your hand go and brings both of his hands behind his back. He then nods his head and walks away.

You felt like your heart was beating into your ears and you quickly turned around to Yoongi and he had a soft smile on his face. In his eyes there was sadness...complete and utter sadness.

No...no no no.

“Yoongi...please tell me-” You tried to plead but before you could finish he grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the entrance to the side and up stairs.

You both enter a room that had plenty of books on it's shelves on every wall. Right in the middle were two leather chairs with a coffee table.

Yoongi closed the door behind you both and locks it.

“We have at least a half hour.” Yoongi says before storming up to you and grabbing your face. He brings you in and kisses you with everything he has. And that's when it hits you, he chose you. He really did. You don't understand. Did he really? No bracelet.

When Yoongi brought you closer by your waist, you could help the moan that escaped. You tried to further it but he kept denying you, he held your face gently in his larger hands. He gives you gentle and soft pecks, and you hated yourself for completely understanding and feeling the sadness.

He gives you one last peck until he takes a step back.

He pulls something out from his back packet and it shines in the low lighting. He holds it out in front of you. That's when the water works happens.

In his hands shined the double J. You look up at him through your blurry vision.

“Yoongi…”

“Just remember, I will always love you. I will always be by your side. Now I need you to love the Prince.” He brings your hand up and puts the bracelet on. He kisses the back of your hand and then he is gone.

You look down, and you couldn't help but love how pretty the gold looked on your chocolatey skin.

#royal au #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jeongguk #bts #yoongi #suga #ambw #kpop ambw #poor to rich au #Royal

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shawol9196 · 5 years

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BFF AU 6/?

“Am I allowed to know where we’re going?” “Nope. It’s a surprise.” “What if we get lost?” “Then it’s just extra surprising.”

no warnings, but there’s another dick joke

hello yes i know it’s been a year but i have returned to this au

Jonghyun and Minho decide to reschedule their date for the next Monday. Though it hurt him to see Minho so upset the previous week, Jonghyun’s in a way glad for the extra time.

Chat: ㅎㅅ~

Jjongie: is my seat in your car still reserved for tonight?

CineMin: as long as you’re still wanting it ^^

CineMin: How am I supposed to dress tonight?

Jjongie: Wear.......whatever you think you look most handsome in ㅎㅅ~

CineMin: That’s incredibly unhelpful

Jjongie: That’s true, you are a cutie at All Times

CineMin: In the words of Bummie, ‘That Sounds Fake But Ok’

Jjongie: I’m wearing jeans and a sweater if that’s Helpful

CineMin: yes thank

CineMin: I’m leaving as soon as I get dressed ^^

Jjongie: ok ㅎㅅ~

Minho drives up right at 7, just as Jonghyun is making his way out. He puts his backpack full of goodies in the backseat before getting in.

“Are we doing homework on our date?” Minho asks, pulling back into traffic.

“Nope. You’ll see.”

“Where am I headed, navigator?” “Turn right at the next light.”

“Am I allowed to know where we’re going?”

“Nope. It’s a surprise.”

“What if we get lost?”

“Then it’s just extra surprising.”

Minho laughs and follows Jonghyun’s directions. It throws him off a little, too used to Kibum’s constant questioning and verification, but at the same time it’s nice to be trusted once in a while. As they get further away from the university, Minho turns as if to say something but in the end remains silent. Jonghyun turns up the radio a little, trying to hum along to whatever’s playing.

“I was going to bring cd’s with me so you might have an actual selection of things that I like but they’ve suspiciously gone missing from my house so the radio it is.” Minho explains at a stop light.

“No worries. Well, at least no worries about having to listen to the radio. That seems a little worrying that they’ve gone missing.”

“It’s a 50/50 that my brother’s borrowing them or my mom tossed them because she doesn’t like it. Just the usual.”

“That sucks,” Jonghyun says. He tries to think of something relatable or something comforting but nothing comes to mind, so instead he just tells Minho to turn at the sign. They park and get out of the car. Jonghyun grabs his backpack out before meeting Minho at the front of the car. He offers his hand, which Minho takes, and they head out of the lot.

“So what are we doing? I don’t think I’ve ever been to this park before and you don’t seem like the outdoorsy type, no offense. ”

“None taken. I made us a picnic.”

“Wait, really?”

Minho sounds excited and it adds to Jonghyun’s own.

“Yup! I stole food I’ve already paid for from the dining hall and made us sandwiches. I also brought my favorite chips and Kibum sent something of the dessert variety that he wouldn’t name.”

“I can’t remember the last time I had a picnic. Actually that’s a lie because Bummie and I have picnics in my treehouse all the time but like I don’t think I’ve had a proper outside-on-a-blanket picnic since elementary school.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal to go that long without a proper picnic.”

Minho laughs at Jonghyun’s matter-of-fact tone and starts swinging their arms just a little.

“My sister and I always take my mom for a picnic on mothers’ day and usually her birthday also. She owns a restaurant so it kind of kills the ‘let us take you to some fancy place’ thing.”

“Your mom owns a restaurant? That’s so neat.”

“It is. My mom is objectively the coolest. She said that if this date goes well that I’m required by law to take you there for the next one so they can meet you but honestly my mom’s a soft pushover so if that’s not comfortable for you I’ll just take Kibum for shits and giggles.”

“Do you think your mom will like me?”

“Yes because she can find a good point in anyone but also yes because you’re a sweetheart and the definition of guy-you-take-home-to-meet-your-mom to quote Kibum.”

Minho laughs again. The park is rather full but as they make their way over towards the river they spot a space just big enough for two.

“Also, my sister is the prettiest girl on the planet and you're absolutely not allowed to date her."

"Seeing as I’m on a date here with you I don't think that's gonna be much of an issue."

Jonghyun pulls his picnic cloth out of his backpack and they set about getting it as nicely flat as they can.

“I just wanted that clear and out there. Bro code, or whatever it is.”

Minho almost falls over with laughter.

“Bro code? At this point I think it’s more of ‘don’t cheat on me with my sister’ code’ but okay.”

Jonghyun ignores him, going about setting out the sandwiches (one for him, two for Minho), chips, and bag of oddly shaped gummies. They talk through the first two portions of their dinner: stories about other dates gone wrong, of current college shenanigans, of hopes and dreams for the future. Minho’s the one to discover the note inside the bag of gummies. He reads it -- albeit rather slowly -- and is rolling on the ground in tears before Jonghyun gets a chance to ask him what it is. He reaches out for the paper, gently pulling it out of Minho’s hand. It doesn’t take him long to recognize the handwriting but it takes him a while to understand the message.

To my homegays

The only dick-in-mouth stories I want to hear about tonight are about these gummies. Heechul hopes you two have a gay ol time. Don’t get kicked out of the park for making out, please.

Platonically

K.K.

“What does that even mean???”

“Look....look in the bag” Minho struggles, trying to recover.

To his amusement, he realizes the gummies in the back are in fact penis shaped. He can’t decide if Heechul is hilarious or disgusting, but puts the debate to the back of his mind as he admires Minho’s dimples which are rosy with laughter. Bag of gummies eaten, they decide to take a walk before heading back. THey stand and Minho helps him fold the blanket. While Jonghyun puts it in his backpack, Minho leans down once more.

“What are you doing?” he asks, zipping up the bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“Your shoe’s untied.”

“Oh.”

It seems like such a silly thing to be excited over, but as Jonghyun watches Minho double knot his laces his heart races. Minho stands and smiles.

“I can carry the backpack if you want.” he offers.

“No, I got it. You can hold my hand though.”

Minho laughs and takes his hand. They set off walking along the river. It’s peaceful, most of the crowd having left during their picnic. They stay quiet until they reach the second bridge. They don’t follow it immediately, pausing at the branch in the footpath.

“If we followed the river, where do you think we would end up?” Minho asks.

“At the sea I suppose. If we could even follow it that far. There’s probably a dam on it at some point.”

Minho doesn’t answer, but stares down where the river bends out of view.

“We should probably head back.” Jonghyun says softly.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

They take the bridge across and make their way back up to the parking lot.

“I had a nice time.” Jonghyun says when they get back in the car.

“Me too. The sandwiches were really good.”

Jonghyun decides to make his move.

“Minho...do you remember last week, when you got drunk, do you remember what we talked about?”

There’s more than a little fear in Minho’s eyes and he shakes his head. “I remember crying and then it goes fuzzy until I get to the waking up with that hangover.”

Jonghyun laughs softly.

“Why, did...did I do something?”

Jonghyun takes Minho’s hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong, don’t worry. I mean you threw up, but Kibum took care of that. Then we helped you into pajamas and you and I sat up and talked for a while. It was kind of cute, actually. You showed me your birthmark and asked if you could kiss me.”

“I...I did?”

Minho’s cheeks and ears are bright red and Jonghyun wishes he could take a picture.

“I told you no, since you were drunk. You strike a very hard deal when you’re drunk. Anyway, I know you don’t remember but I told you that you could kiss me today, if we were both in the mood, so this is me giving you permission if you want to kiss me.”

Minho opens his mouth as if to say something, but closes it before he does. Though he’s trying to keep eye contact, his

Jonghyun puts a finger under his chin.

“Do you want to kiss me, Minho?”

Minho nods. Jonghyun leads forward, slowly closing the distance between them.

“May I kiss you, Minho?”

He nods more enthusiastically, eyes focused on his lips. Jonghyun gives Minho the chance one last time to kiss him before pressing his lips to Minho’s. Afraid of crossing a boundary, he quickly pulls away. Minho’s eyes are closed and Jonghyun struggles not to laugh. Before he can open them, they kiss twice more. Jonghyun pulls away reluctantly as both their phones ping.

Groupchat: Cheese fries

Kekeke: not to interrupt your date but uhh its after your curfew pls come home now

#ive been soft for jongho this weekend and thought i should finish this ch that's been sitting in my drafts for a literal year #bffau #minho #jonghyun #jongho #bffau writing #writing #kibum #aa!kibum

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bangtan-ballum · 6 years

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what i remember from the interactive introverts show in belfast (28.5.2018) SPOILERS

this is all from memory so quotes and the order may not be completely accurate but close enough.. *pretty detailed spoilers*

- before the show began and the playlist was on, 'dans siri' kept interrupting saying "this is dans siri he left me to go look at some memes i hope you’re enjoying the playlist" and it telling us there’s no recording allowed and to turn our phones off or "ill beat you up only i cant because i’m just an ipad"

- the playlist had bts mic drop and red velvet peek-a-boo and everyone started singing and dancing to it and i was shook so many were fans of kpop omg i was liVING.

- explaining his tweet "the weirdest thing happened, sorry if you’re here but omg that would be weird, we were sat on a bench and then this little boy wearing a fedora walked by, stopped, looked back and did this *tipped his hat* like was that directed at me?? there was no hello, nothing! and then he waited and did it again?!" he asked phil if he seen him and he said he did. dan said "phew if you didn’t i thought, i’ve just seen god, god just came to me in this form to judge me. and if he did id be going down (to hell). i am not prepared for that"

- talking about the stage and the amazing graphic design and the two big i's at the side of the stage and dan said "look at those long boys" then called them phallic

- a photo of dan inspired by my horse prince with the caption "ride me senpai" and phil said it was from his own personal files so he doesn’t know how that got there..

- phil saying they want to get to know us better but bc theres not enough time for them to take us all out for a coffee and a chat (how cute, and then everyone became soft for them and said aww) so they decided to try to get to know use all at the same time

- the audiences collective name was karen

- "you’re just not there yet. you need to get inside karen" *dan looks at phil in disgust* "phil...join karen, connect with karen" dan later goes onto say "get inside karen" and phil says "see you’re as bad as me"

things dan and phil will not be doing tonight:

- 'erotic role playing': *phil wearing a police helmet and carrying a baton* "officer(maybe captain) phil(maybe philly) here, danny’s been a bad boy" then dan appears holding handcuffs "please be careful with the handcuffs i have sensitive skin"

- the show will also not be a live viewing of dan and phil in their apartment. they then showed videos of them doing things round the house and phil was eating cereal out of the box and dan was on the toilet.

- the show will not be a giant party with all their friends and they put party hats on and then the voice said “no because none of the people replied to their messages bc they have no friends. none.” lmao

- the show will not be them stripping and they ripped their shirts off to reveal they had the same shirt on underneath

- "unleash the bees" then "sting me daddy" by dan ofc

- they tested themselves and had to say the same thing under the topic of "kitchen objects" and they both said whisk and said that they never say the same thing and that was only the second time they’ve done that and they were so happy about it omg

- when doing the simulation part dan was in his fur suit and had to go to the toilets but the men’s was locked and the options we had to choose from was to "ask someone for the passcode" or "use the lady door" (i know) and dan went on to say that this is why we need to diminish the concept of gender and everyone clapped and cheered omg i love him

- during the how many think we know the real dan and phil bit, dan said something about how we know certain thing (that i dont remember) and how we know some of their kinks

- dan being v concerned about how we kept cheering for satan and judged the people of belfast for seeming happy to be making a deal with the devil lol.

- during the sacrifice of dan (what context?) phil came out in a leather apron with gloves and said he is wearing his best serial killer outfit.

- phil getting ready to shoot a spinning dan with an arrow and says "forget katniss everdeen, this is philniss philerdeen"

-phil misses the board and hits dans hip and dan said “if that was 5 inch to the left then we would not have been friends anymore”

- dan trying to get off the wheel and phil asked if he needs to unstrap him and dan said "i’ve had enough of you unstrapping me" idk if he actually said that but i s2g that’s what i heard at the time and how i will remember it LMAO

- dan had to untie phils apron and the audience died and dan was done with all of us.

- phil saying it was distracting watching dan get out of his padded suit and then dan tried to sexily get out of it whilst phil was talking and phil stopped and stared at dan and said "im just gonna let him do it" and so in the end we all just watched as dan struggled to step out of it and then literally also tripped. then a few minutes later he realised he still had one of the shoe protectors on his foot (he called it a shower cap lol) and then took it off and awkwardly walked to the side to set it down then awkwardly walked by and laughed under his breath.

- according to the audience dan has a stress mushroom, apple and a girls motivation locked in the box under his bed. dan was extremely concerned as to why she thinks he has locked an apple in the box. and everyone laughed when the other girl said her motivation and dan said "i too have my motivation locked in a box and i’ve lost the key"

- phil saying the key to dans box was v 50 shades of grey bc of the red ribbon

- at some point they both said a word wrong and both times they did The Thing™ they do when they mock each other when they make a mistake.

- 'phantastic phacts' as a title on screen. phil says "like what we did there?"

- dan saying his phil trash #1

- phil saying “put your nipples away” (when a photo of a topless man appeared on screen) and said it in some type of accent LMAO i died

- dan saying they are super best friends and soulmates -im dead-

- wholesome howell and x-rated lester made an appearance (they swapped roles and were given topics and phil had to make good things sound bad and dan had to make bad things sound good) also when dans photo of him as an angel with a halo and a rainbow behind him, he looked at the audience, smirked and said "its very fitting" i would like the think he meant the gay ass rainbow behind him but y’know.

- dan saying to god "implode me daddy" when he had to make the topic of the world imploding seem appealing. phil laughed under his breath and said “never say implode me daddy again”

- *phil having to make meeting beyonce sound bad and he said bc hes so clumsy that he'd trip and kill her and was really dramatic whilst saying it and dan was stunned and just looked in shock at phil then us and said "are you as traumatised as i am right now"

- dan having to make stepping in a puddle while wearing socks seem good and screamed and said "NO that is literally the worst thing in the world..ok you dont appreciate dry feet until suddenly they’re not. once a day we should all put on a fresh sock and go to the kitchen and step in something moist just to remember-" phil interrupts shouting no and dan continues saying "do you ever feel like you need a drink. well, with a wet sock you can just- *lifts his foot to his mouth and everyone dies on the spot*

- dan and phil struggling to pronounce all the irish names and everyone was screaming how to pronounce it and dan made everyone be quiet and squealed "wAIT. just one person" LMAO and then the one time phil said a name right and everyone cheered for him

- dan would happily become an amazing dancer even if it meant phil would wake up with 2 left hands and 2 left feet because he says it wouldn’t make a difference in phils life bc hes that clumsy now it’d probably be the same with 2 left feet.

- phil would save dan from being bitten by a vampire even though it would mean that buffy the vampire slayer never existed. they talked about how the vampire could bite him and he could live forever as a vampire and phil said he would bring him bloody treats (then dan referenced to before when phil was x-rated lester*) and said "what kind of bloody treats?? omg it would be beyonce he killed beyonce and will feed me her corpse" then said "no what if they just want me dead" and then phil decided to save him.

- dan thinks this phil without the fringe is an impostor and he killed the real phil. he screamed a couple of times throughout the show to ask where the real phils body was and said will get him to confess eventually.

- "are you really just a lizard in a phil suit..because that would explain a lot" phil is a scalie confirmed.

- phil constantly squatting/slut dropping to the buzzer sound effect

- i cant remember the context but phil said something about him having layers and dan stopped and said “layers?? are you shrek? what do you think this is, shrek the musical?”

- phil had to say dans biggest fear and he said moths, and it was wrong so he got an electric shock and dan said "wHAT NO! ok right i have this thing where i hate anything underwater. like imagine you’re in the sea, what are you scared of? sharks? woop no, whales? no. but there’s a boat and beside the boat there’s a buoy and attached to that is sLIMEY CHAIN. EW NO. i’ve got submechanophobia. (i googled it i think that’s what he said idk) so its not moths, phil you know that!!"

in the deep chat bit:

-they talked about phobias. someone submitted saying she had a phobia of balloons and asked if she was weird and asked what they’re scared off. phil said "no you’re not weird. everyone has their fears. whats yours dan" and dan said "as we discussed before, things underwater, slimey things! uHH. but yeah i get that, its the anticipation of when its gonna pop and that’s stressful" and asked phil what his was and said "i’ve always had a thing where i was scared of the deep sea ever since i was a kid. also, not that its really a phobia but, horses. i don’t like them i don’t trust their intentions. like imagine waking up one day to a horse in your bedroom" lol

- they talked about procrastination. talked about how changing your environment, like "doing a very not dan and phil thing" and going for a walk (dan squealed at the thought) could help distract your mind, getting some fresh air and then going back to your work with a different mindset. then talked about how phil has the need to reward himself when he does something and said that he always says to himself that if he finishes a certain task that he will reward himself with a marshmallow. and then said that if you reward yourself with something that it could motivate you to finishing whatever you’re putting off. dan said phil is using the example of a marshmallow but that he really does this and that he tells dan not to let him have the marshmallows until he finishes whatever he needs to do. dan then said that even if your procrastinating school work or whatever to just write the first word, or try writing a few sentences bc atleast you’ve started it and if you start writing that you could get into the mindset and keep writing until you finish.

- they talked about making a youtube channel. someone submitted that he has started a youtube channel about reptiles and if they had any tips. and dan said "omg stephen. phil is probably already subscribed" lmao. phil praised him for starting a channel about something he is interested in and how its bad to start a channel just for the views and the subscribers. then said that instead of talking about what hes going to do, he should "just do it, show us that lizard" and dan said "yeah dont start off like "hi, so my name is [stephen], nice to meet you. ive always wanted to make videos about reptiles but i never rea-" lmao

- phil saying bitch in his disstrack oh my god

- the song at the end: "hey buddy can you give me some editing tips"

- when dan was playing the piano and phil was singing and said that even though they’ve been friends for so long they’ve never fallen out and then starting listing things they could fall out over eg. phils dying houseplants, how dan never goes outside, phils vision is blurry and dans a furry.

- for the most inaccurate prediction of interactive introverts someone submitted "2 hours of dan and phil twerking to the teletubbies theme tune" and then dan proceeded to twerk whilst singing it and saying the teletubbies names..

- d: "its basically two oscars tied together" p: "oh and they’re naked, look at those butts" d: "wow statues of two naked men tied together may not be the best thing to have when its meant to represent us"

there were some really soft things they said at the start and the end, and how we were there bc were happy(?) (i dont remember the exact context or quote but it was something like that, all i mind is that it was v sweet) and idk i just love them omg it was the best night!!

#ii spoilers #interactive introverts #ii belfast #dan #phil #phan #dan and phil

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intothedanvers-e · 6 years

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Young, Dumb, & Broke

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You just graduated high school and were ready to embark on your last summer of being a dumb teen and going on adventures before having to face the realities of the adult world. One day you were driving to a lake to meet some of your friends when your car broke down in the middle of nowhere. With no service and no gas stations around you wandered a little down the street and found one house where you went to ask for help. You expected to find an old couple living in the middle of nowhere, but a nice young British guy (Tom) answered the door. Due to unforeseen circumstances you spend the rest of the afternoon and most of the night together, but when it’s time to leave he says he wants to see you again. You exchange numbers with the cute British guy and embark on a long, secretive summer fling. You both lie about what you do for a living and what you were both doing in the middle of nowhere, but the moments you too bonded were all genuine. Will he find out about your plans after summer? Will you find out what he actually does for a living? Will this fling extend past summer?

Authors Note: hello everyone! first of all i know i missed an update last week, im so sorry ive hit really bad writers block with this series which i know is dumb bc im only on chapter 5 but ive been trying to get out of that funk recently which is also why this chapter is a little short. i hope you all understand :) thank you again for all the support in this series! i never thought this many people would like it <3 if you want to check out any of my other writing here’s my masterlist! if you have any feedback or comments please dont hesitate to send them my way!! yes i will keep updating this series on tuesdays! i hope i can shake this bad patch of writers block soon bc i genuinely enjoy writing this series so just bear with me and pls pls pls dont hate me. ok i love yall <3

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Chapter 5

You endured through your 8 hour shift without saying much to any of your co-workers. You would usually jump at any opportunity to tell your best friend about what happened to you, but to be completely honest you were still hurt about what happened the night of the bonfire. She quickly caught on that you were giving her the silent treatment and asked the manager to move her position for the day. You weren’t going to lie, it fucking sucked feeling like your best friend didn’t give a shit about you. You knew you only had about half an hour left of work at the restaurant and luckily you got to clock out before the big afternoon wave. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you were really excited about being able to see Tom again. The two of you had made plans for just around sunset, which gave you enough time to get home and get yourself ready and go out with him in an actually decent cute outfit.

“Table 8 got customers,” your manager said to you, snapping you out of your daydream.

You nodded and walked over to table 8. At it were two beautifully stunning women. You handed them two menus and smiled.

“Hi I’m Y/N I’ll be your server this afternoon, can I get you guys started on anything? Drinks?”

The two women gave each other a sneaky smile.

“Um we’re waiting for three of our friends they’ll be here in like 30 to 45 minutes. Can we just order drinks and like a small appetizer and then fully order when they get here?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Unfortunately, I’m clocking out in about 30 minutes so if they don’t get here by then my co-worker Brenda will take their orders.”

They looked at each other slightly disappointed.

“Okay I’ll take a Sprite. You Z?”

“I’ll take a coke. What would you recommend for the appetizer? My friend here Laura is lactose intolerant so it can’t be the mozzarella sticks unfortunately.”

“Honestly I think we have really good garlic bread. It’s handmade and comes with this amazing homemade marinara sauce.”

“I trust you Y/N, we’ll have an order of that.”

You wrote it down on your order pad and smiled.

“I’ll bring those drinks right out to you.”

You got the drinks for them and took it to them. They were both smiling and giggling before you walked to their table but stopped as soon as you got there.

“Hey Y/N are you from around here?” the one her friend called Z asked you.

“Yeah I am. Not too far from here.”

“Do you know where we can get some really good Mexican food? Not that this restaurant isn’t amazing already but a girl needs her burrito fix sometimes.”

“Yes I do actually!” you said taking out your order notepad, “I can write the address for you guys. They have the best salsas there, no joke.”

You ripped the paper and handed it to them.

“Y/N you are a lifesaver. The best waitress we’ve encountered here so far.”

You wrote your name on the paper and smiled.

“I know the owner, if you mention me and order the deluxe salsa and chips she’ll give you the salsa she usually saves for her regular customers.”

“You’re a real one,” the girl named Laura said smiling at you.

You walked back over to the registers where you heard the cooks gossiping about some people.

“Yeah they’re part of the thing that shut down all of downtown!” the main cooks said.

“Wait who?” you said sticking your head in the window that connected the kitchen and the register.

“The girls on 8. They’re actresses.”

You made a surprised face. They seemed so nice and genuine. The cook slid you a plate with garlic breads and a bowl with marinara sauce. You grabbed it and took it back to the girls.

“Here you are girls. Unfortunately, I am clocking out for the afternoon so my co-worker Brenda will be helping you from here on out.”

“Aw man! We were hoping to introduce our new friend to our friends, but I guess they’re taking longer than expected. Well it was nice to meet you Y/N, we will definitely be back here to see you again.”

“I’ll be here all summer,” you said smiling at them.

They handed you a 50-dollar bill.

“From two former waitresses who know how much doing this sucks. You are one of the good ones.”

You smiled at them and put it in your pocket.

“Thank you ladies. I hope you’re enjoying my city and I look forward to seeing you both again.”

You walked to the backroom and clocked out. You were going to leave out of the front like you always do but you didn’t want to risk seeing your “best friend” so you left out the backdoor. You got into your car and drove home with a huge smile on your face.

A few hours later you were dressed and doing your makeup. You didn’t want to overdo it so you did some natural looking makeup. You finished by 5:30, an hour before you were supposed to go get Tom. You went downstairs to make yourself busy, but came face to face with your mom bringing her luggage inside.

“There you are,” she said locking the front door.

You froze on the last step of your stairs.

“Didn’t realize you were back.”

“Came home as soon as I heard the voicemail you left me.”

“But you didn’t think to call me or text me or maybe ask what happened?”

“I came home didn’t I?”

You sighed and started climbing up the stairs again.

“Well it was taken care of so you shouldn’t have.”

“What do you mean?”

You didn’t answer and went upstairs to grab your bag and a jacket. You came back down to your mom standing at the bottom of the stairs checking all her bank statements.

“What do you mean it’s taken care of, I don’t have a charge on the card?”

You grabbed the car keys off the table next to the front door.

“I took care of it, alone. Again. I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”

Before she could say anything you walked out the door, and took off in your car.

You arrived at Tom’s house about 30 minutes earlier than you were supposed to be there. You were going to call him but then remembered this was a dead zone in terms of phone signal. You parked your car in his driveway and went to knock on the front door. You heard footsteps, and suddenly a shirtless Tom with a towel wrapped around his waist opened the door. You’d seen him shirtless before, I mean you guys were in the pool late at night, but this time it really caught you off guard. You looked up at the ceiling and apologized.

“Shit sorry, I just uhh left my house a little earlier so I got here earlier and I was gonna call you but um- “

“Yeah no service, that’s fine. I was just getting out of the shower. Come on in.”

You walked behind him, still refusing to look at him. You were trying to hide how flustered you felt.

“Are you ok?”

You sat on the couch and looked at your feet.

“Yeah why?”

“You just haven’t looked at me,” he said laughing.

“I, uh, didn’t know if you wanted me to so.”

“I don’t mind.”

You looked at him as he stood there with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Go get ready Holland!” you said throwing a couch pillow at him.

“I’m just saying if you feel inclined to end the date early, be my guest.”

You gave him a fake shocked expression.

“You’d have to be lucky enough to get at least 4 or 5 dates before that Holland,” you said winking at him playfully.

“Oh look forward to it baby,” he said before disappearing up the stairs.

What a flirty little shit.

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inuykago · 6 years

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the matchmakers

merry christmas, @stubbornhalfbreed! hope you enjoy dis, joce. ♡

(better late than never... right?)

{modern christmas-ish au. mirsan + inukag. 2,582 words.}

“Houshisama, can we please just pick a movie to watch?”

“Ah, yes yes,” Miroku said as he placed two mugs of hot chocolate onto the table and sat down beside Sango on the dark brown suede couch. “How about--” he pressed the right arrow as he browsed through Netflix’s ‘Trending Now’ --”White Chicks?”

Sango’s expression went blank, “You can’t be serious.”

“But I am,” he chuckled lightly to himself. “I heard it’s a rather funny movie, and when isn’t a good time to laugh?”

She laughed in a he’s-so-lame-but-I-still-love-him type of way as she reached for the hot chocolate and proceeded to take a sip.

“Wait, hun, that’s--” she literally shoved the mug back onto the table, covering her mouth in pain --”...hot.”

“Thanks for the warning, hun,” she mimicked mockingly, Miroku giggling at how adorable he finds her when she gets a tad feisty. “Since you basically burnt my tongue--” Miroku threw up his hands in defense --“I get to choose the movie.”

“No offense babe but I don’t feel like watching Charlie’s Angels for the thousandth time,” he said in a rather shaky voice.

“What’s wrong with three badass women kicking a bunch of ass?” Sango moved into Miroku. “Scared?”

The one-worded question sent both chills and fear down his spine; he wasn’t sure if he was terrified for speaking his mind or felt stupid for not doing it sooner.

“O-Of course not,” Miroku took a subtle gulp of his fear. “But you know what I am scared of?” He ran his hand down Sango’s thigh. “Wasting our time of arguing whereas we should be enjoying each other--” he continued to move his hand up and down while getting just inches away from Sango’s lips-- “So, what do you say?”

“I say--” she caressed his face with a touch so gentle he practically melted-- “We watch Home Alone 2!”

Miroku dropped his head into Sango’s lap, “Y-You are such a tease.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe,” she replied sarcastically.

She placed a quick kiss on the back of his head and quietly squealed to herself as she pressed play for the movie to begin. Miroku slowly lifted his head from her lap, figuring he might as well enjoy this too.

He placed his arm over Sango as she rested her head, comfortably, onto him and pulled the blanket to cover both of them. The movie began to play on their brand-new 50-inch flat screen that they had just bought for their new apartment. The candles set a nice and cozy tone for the room, as did the snow that was falling outside.

“You know babe--” Miroku played with Sango’s hair until she looked up-- “I think you chose the perfect movie.”

She laughed and raised her eyebrows a bit, “Are you just saying that?”

Miroku sarcastically gasped, “I’m offended by that statement.” He smiled as he rubbed the shoulder he had his hand on. “Where’s the crime in complimenting my lovely girlfriend?”

“The crime is--” she kissed Miroku-- “I know--” she kissed him again-- “you’re just--” and again-- “saying that.”

This put Miroku in a daze, “W-What?” He kept his lips puckered, “C-Can you repeat that?”

“You’re not slick at all, houshisama,” she said in a soft tone as she put her hands around him. “You know that?”

“No,” he lied. “Please, tell me more.”

The two moved in closer to one another; aching to give into their feelings until--

WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS. WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS. WHO RUN THIS MOTHA-

Miroku groaned saltily, “W-Who…Why…”

Sango reached for her phone in her pocket, “Sorry, babe.” She awkwardly laughed, “It’s Kagome.”

“Well, you have to pick it up, don’t you?” he asked even though he knew the answer was yes, yet he hoped the answer would be no.

Sango nodded her head, “To be continued.” She teased once again before kissing him quickly on the lips and picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sango!” Kagome replied softly.

Sango pulled her knees to her chest, “Hey, what’s up?”

“S-Sorry for the random call, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” she said.

Sango glanced over at Miroku, “Nope! Not all.” Miroku smiled, not knowing what was going on. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was just wondering if you could--” she hesitated-- “maybe hang out?”

Sango lowered her head and rubbed the back of her neck, “Ahhh--” she looked at Miroku again, and he mouthed, ‘What’s happenining?!’-- “I’m sorry, Kags, but I can’t tonight.”

“Ahh,” Kagome said, trying to hide her disappointment. “No, that’s totally fine. I shouldn’t have called so last min--”

“Wait!” she cut her off. “Just… Hold on a second.”

Sango pressed the mute button and faced Miroku, “Who’s that new guy you’ve been hanging out with?” Miroku was still not in the loop, “You know, uhh, silverish-whiteish long hair?--” he still was a bit lost-- “Beautiful golden eyes, nice arms--” his expression now wasn’t a pleasant one-- “I-I mean, kinda looks like an anime character?”

“Oh!” Miroku finally realized. “You mean Inuyasha?”

“Yes!” Sango replied excitedly. “Do you think he’s busy right now?”

Miroku scratched his head, “P-Probably not. I’m kind of his only friend.”

“Perfect,” she said before unmuting her phone. “Kags, meet me at my place now--” she was about to hang up the phone but-- “and wear something as if you were going on a date.” Then she hung up.

“Uhhh, honey?” Miroku called out. “I thought tonight was going to be just--” he tried to get all playfully flirty-- “you know…”

“Yes, and I’m sorry, babe, but,” she sat up beside him. “I feel so bad for Kagome for always being the third wheel, and it’s the holiday season! I know she wants someone to cuddle up with too.”

Miroku brushed her bangs away, “Whaaaaaat--” he prolonged the ‘A’-- “she is not always third wheel--”

“Babe.”

“Okay yeah she is,” he caved in. “But how does inviting just her over help anything?”

Sango smirked as she ripped out his phone from his pocket, “Because you’re going to invite over Inuyasha.”

“What, so you can stare at his beautiful golden eyes?--” she gave him a blank, terrifying expression-- “Hahahaha… Now, now... I’m just kidding.” He kissed her hand, “I’ll call him now.”

The snow continued to fall as the christmas lights illuminated Sango and Miroku’s apartment. Sango lit up even more christmas cookie smelling candles because she thought it would make the atmosphere more “romantic,” but in reality it just made Miroku more hungry.

The doorbell rang which made Sango go, “Now it’s time to do a little matchmaking.”

She high-fived Miroku--who was bringing out more hot chocolate and some snacks--as she speed-walked to the door.

“Kags!” she squeezed her friend tightly. “Thanks for coming so quickly, sorry I didn’t invite you over sooner.”

“Oh, Sango, please,” Kagome replied as she stepped in and took off her trench coat, beanie, and scarf. “I always got time for you.”

“Kagome!” Miroku emerged from the kitchen.

“Miroku!” she said in a slightly disappointed tone as she hugged him. “Nice to see you a-again.” She placed a hand on the two of them and smiled gently, “Both of you.” She rubbed Sango’s arm, “The three of us… together… a-again.”

Then, the doorbell rang.

“Eh?” Kagome questioned. “Who could that be?”

Sango winked and nudged her, “You’ll see.”

Miroku winked and nudged Kagome too, but she just shook her head and gave him a please-don’t-do-that look.

Sango opened the door and revealed the ‘beautiful golden eyes’ boy. He wore a burgundy beanie that matched his bomber jacket. He had a black and red flannel underneath his jacket and a light gray t-shirt under that. His black jeans were ripped at the knees and his gray running sneakers matched his shirt.

“Hey Sango,” he kept his hands in his pockets. “Is Miroku here?”

“Inuyasha!” Miroku shouted, shoving his way past Sango and Kagome. “Thanks for coming.”

“Monk!” the two boys did their little handshake; Sango and Kagome looked at each other with a ok-that-was-really-cute look. “Thanks for inviting me,” he then walked over to Sango. “And thanks for letting him invite me,” he hugged Sango, who blushed a little.

As Inuyasha began to take off his beanie and jacket, he accidentally backed up into Kagome.

“Miroku, would you cut with the cr--” he turned around-- “Oh.” His face turned a little red, “I’m sorry, Miroku’s always trying to fuck with me an--” he stopped himself-- “And you probably don’t care about that.”

Kagome laughed shyly, “Ah, no.” Inuyasha nervously nodded his head in agreement, “But, I believe you. He’s always doing something.”

“Is it ‘Be Rude To Miroku Day’?” Miroku seriously questioned, Sango patting his back telling him, ‘You’re great.’

“Anyways,” Inuyasha and Kagome laughed. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he reached out his hand. “What’s your name?”

Kagome smiled and placed her hand in his, “Kag-”

“Kagome!” Sango raced over to them. “Her name’s Kago-”

“Sango--” Kagome nudged her with her waist while giving her a what-the-hell-are-you-doing look-- “I-I think I can tell him my own name.”

Sango backed away slowly, “Right.” She awkwardly giggled, “Sorry, I’ll just--” she looked over at the kitchen-- “help Miroku with snacks and such.”

Kagome let out a sigh of relief, “Sorry about her, she can be a little crazy.”

“So, I’ve heard,” Inuyasha replied as the two laughed, but Sango’s expression showed she wasn’t too fond of his reply. “A-Anyways, I’m Inu-”

“Inuyasha!” Miroku sprinted over to them. “This is Inuyas-”

“Are you seri--” Inuyasha pushed Miroku-- “Jeez, you’re just as crazy as your girl.”

Sango peeked her head out from the kitchen, “Excuse me.” She took a bite into a cookie, “I can beat your ass in 2.5 seconds.”

“...,” Inuyasha nodded his head, as did Kagome and Miroku. “Point taken.”

Miroku returned to the kitchen which left the two alone. Inuyasha and Kagome stood in an awkward silence, glancing and smiling at each other from time to time, unsure of what to really say.

Inuyasha then motioned over to the couch in which Kagome decided she might as well follow. The space that was between the two could fit one dictionary--the big official kind. Home Alone 2 was still on pause on Netflix, so it wasn’t even like the two could ignore the silence by watching the movie. They both continued glancing and smile at each other from time to time, only the sound of the wind from outside could be heard.

Meanwhile…

( -- LOCATION: KITCHEN -- )

“So,” Sango tried to whisper very quietly. “Do you think they like each other?!”

Miroku peeked into the living room, “It’s not looking so good right now, hun.”

Sango peeked under him, “Damn.” They both retreated, “What should we do?”

“So, this is what it’s like being a love guru, huh…,” Miroku pondered with his hand on his chin.

Sango laughed, but quickly covered her mouth, “Love gurus… That sounds much better than ‘matchmakers.’” She shook her head, “Anyways, we’re not doing so good if they’re not even talking…”

“You’re right,” he nodded. “Maybe we play charades? OR MONOPOLY?”

“Honey…,” Sango tapped him on the shoulder. “We’re not in middle school.”

Miroku folded his arms, “Alright then, what do you suggest, Miss Smartypants?”

“Well…,” she smirked, peering back into the living room.

( -- LOCATION: LIVING ROOM -- )

“So,” Inuyasha boldly broke the ice. “How do you know the happy couple?”

Kagome chuckled, “Well, I’ve known Sango since high school. She was the first friend I ever made.” She smiled, “Then, freshman year of college she met Miroku and it’s been the three of us ever since.”

“Oh wow,” Inuyasha rubbed his hands. “That’s pretty cool, b--”

“Yes,” she finished his thought. “It does gets awkward, sometimes, as a third wheeler,” she lowered her gaze. “But, hey, they’re my friends and I do love them.”

“Well,” he matched her stare. “If it makes you feel any better, I have a feeling Miroku’s going to be inviting me a lot more,” he grinned. “So, you don’t have to worry about that awkwardness ‘cause I’ll be there.”

The two smiled at one another, making Kagome blush a bit as she looked down, tucking her hair behind her ear.

( -- LOCATION: KITCHEN -- )

“THEY ARE SMILING AT EACH OTHER AND KAGOME IS BLUSHING,” Sango whispered rather loudly. “I REPEAT--THEY ARE SMILING AT EACH OTHER AND KAGOME IS BLUSHING.”

Miroku peeked above her head, “Honey, you know what this means.” The two retreated once again, “We need to become professional love gurus.”

“I agree,” the two high-fived and then kissed before peering their heads once again. “Just look at them--” Inuyasha and Kagome couldn’t stop smiling as they talked to each other-- “They’d make such a lovely couple. Just look at how Inuyasha looks at her and how she tries to hide her blushing and--” Kagome began to turn her head towards the kitchen-- “CRAP ABORT”

( -- LOCATION: LIVING ROOM -- )

“Do you think our friends are leaving us alone on purpose?” Kagome tilted her head in the direction of the kitchen, Inuyasha’s eyes followed.

He threw his arm onto the couch, “Well, if I didn’t know these two I would say no.” He returned to looking at Kagome, “But I do know them, and the answer is hell yeah they are.”

The two laughed, “That’s right… How do you know them?”

“I just moved here at the beginning of the semester,” Inuyasha nodded his head because Kagome seemed so shocked. “Miroku sits next to me in my accounting class and he just doesn’t know how to shut the hell up,” he laughed. “But I’m kinda glad he doesn’t because that’s how we became friends,” he smiled. “Me, Miroku, and Sango eat together during lunch and hang out sometimes in the game room.”

“That’s cute,” Kagome smiled.

“Cute?” Inuyasha laughed. “Yeah, I am pretty cute.”

She smirked as she shook her head, “You said that, not me.”

“Hey, hey,” he patted her back. “Don’t worry, you’re cute too--” he paused-- “just not as cute as me.”

Her mouth dropped in, sarcastic, shock, “Yeah, okay.” She patted his back, “You keep believing that, buddy.”

The two laughed at one another’s claim to be the ‘cuter’ one. Sango and Miroku kept watch from the kitchen and high-fived one another once again after they saw the progress their two friends have been making. When the laughter finally faded, Sango’s old Gamecube caught Inuyasha’s attention.

“No way,” Inuyasha got up from his seat and towards the console. “I haven’t played this in so long.”

Kagome followed his steps, “If that has Mario Kart…” She crossed her arms in confidence, “I bet five bucks that I can beat you in it.”

Inuyasha laughed, “Beat me?” He sarcastically laughed even harder as he reached for the controllers, “Girl, you are looking at the DK--” he took a deep breath for emphasis-- “the Drift King.”

“Alright Fast and Furious,” she grabbed one from his hand. “I’ll show you why Mia Toretto’s just as good as Dom,” she raced back to the couch.

Inuyasha nodded his head, accepting the challenge, “Oh…” He turned on the console and put in the game, “You’re on.”

The two started laughing and shoving each other before the races even started. Kagome kept smashing buttons on Inuyasha’s controller while he kept trying to stiff-arm her head to prevent her from doing so.

Sango and Miroku finally came out of the kitchen, high-fiving one another, as they said, “Nailed it.”

a/n: this literally became 10x longer than intended butttttttt, i hope you enjoyed :)

also, i’m also giving sakura (l0st-amul3t) a gift like this, so stay tuned if you want some more! <3

#inukag #mirsan #mirsan fanfiction #inukag fanfiction #stubbornhalfbreed #aj writes fics #iM SORRY IM RUSTY

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Zeyanova The Movie 2 : Traveling to Gotham (Trailer)

*scene of skyrim and Gotham*

Ancano said: I'm tired of this rotten world. I want to go to the different world. "Different World?" Wait! Paarthurnax! My pet. I heard ancient dragon can make a portal to the world, is that right?

*Paarthurnax appear*

Paarthurnax said: Yes, I could do that.

*portal open to Gotham*

*next scene*

Civilians: AHHHHHHHH!!! Paarthurnax said: I show you real dragon! *roar* Thalmor soldier said: HahaHaaaaa!! Thalmor Soldier 2 said: That'll show them!

*mystery figures appear to them*

??? said: I could tell you where you goons are at. Ancano said: Who's there!? Show yourself!

*the joker made a appeerence*

*The Joker laugh*

*next scene*

*Showing Mirmulnir flying on the sky*

Mirmulnir said: Hmm?

*Sensing a Evil Pressence*

*followed it*

The Joker said: What?! Another Dragon?! A friend of yours?! Ancano said: NO! Mirmulnir said: Well isn't it Ancano? Ancano said: Parrthurnax! Teach Mirmulnir of regreting ever coming here! Paarrthurnax said: Yes Master! Now we're talking!

*fought*

Alfred said: Master Bruce, The News is on TV. Bruce replied: Thanks for the heads up Alfred. Alfred said: My Word! Dick said: The Dragon's on Gotham City!? They're destroying the City!

*got change*

*Joker saw something on the sky far away*

Joker said: Goodness! It's Batman! Ancano said: Batman?! Joker said: He's over their coming right straight to us! Ancano Said: Shoot!

*Ancano teleported everyone to hide somewhere far away in the meantime* *Batman and Robin arrived*

Robin said: Batman! This Dragon is injured! Mirmulnir said: Don't worry, I'm fine. Batman said: Who are you? How can a Dragon appear in Gotham? Mirmulnir said: I am Mirmulnir.

*next scene*

Batman said: This is going to be difficult to save the People in Gotham.

Mirmulnir said: I could be some help for that. There's this Heroes called themsevles Zeyanova. They helped protect my world one time. I can called them here.

*next mix scene of the real world*

Tob said: Summer break has come. I was thinking about gathering my Zeyan's friends that we could travel and get a get down time together. Z said: Yes! That's the excellent idea! Tob said: Let's travel to Sydney, one of the biggest city in Australia! Z said: Excellenty!

*friends traveling to the city*'

Z said: Wow! Melbourne has nice lake, river and such. They got it all! Tob said: I know right? Jere said: It will be more nice if it comes to night. Wes said: This city feels like from the future. Xan said: Melbourne is one of the nicest city in the world.

*subway scene*

Wes said: This is so nice to be on a train. Rolo said: I know! Kahly said: This is exciting!

*Went black out for several seconds* *All got scared a bit*

Kahly said OMG! What's going on?! Z: The Black out! Rolo said: Again?!

*Train crash*

*woke up and went out*

*mix scenes*

Z said: Wow, this can't be! Is.. This Gotham City!? Xan said: What!? Rolo said: Batman home world?! Tob said: No way!

*the goons appear before them*

Z said: Wait. They look like Thalmor's, They are indeed evil. Hmph! They want fight! Then I will give it to them! Xan said: Let's do it!

*Plane went by and use cannon to blast the Thalmor's*

Xan said: What was that!? Rolo said: It seems like a Bat plane! Z said: What?! Can this be!?

*The plane land a bit*

???? said: Quickly! Get on the plane now!

Jere said: Batman?! Z said: No WAY! Wes Said: Is it truly him?! Kahly SAID: OMG! I can't be dreaming!? Tob said: O.O BATMAN! THE WORLD GREATest DETECTIVE! Rolo said: O.O! Ohhhh..!! I think Imma gonna faint.

Mirmulnir said: Hello my friend. Tob said: Mirmulnir! *the Zeyans real glad to see there master*

Batman: Seems like the Mage is responsible for this, he also bought his gangs. Seems like the Joker cooperated. New enemies I never fought before.

Batman said: Caught a trace of him. He is located at the Gotham Warehouse. Is everyone ready? This could be a very dangerous task.

*All of them Nod to him*

Rolo said: Right behind you! Tob said: Let's end this Batman, and bring peace to Gotham.

*Mirmulnir return's the powers to the warriors such as Magic, Armor's, and Weapon's* Rolo said: Awesome! We're back! Z said: Back to action baby!

*Gotham Warehouse and mix battle scenes*

*Kick the door and enter*

Ancano said: What the hell is going on and busted my door like that!!?

Rolo said: How about let our fist do the talking!

The Joker said: Boys! Come here!

*Calling his clown gangs* *Putting them in the fighting position* *Ancano summon the Thalmor soilder's*

Ancano said: Show them pain my brother's! The Joker said: Kill them boys!

*The heroes brought their weapons out*

*Batman throw smoke bombs on the ground and disappeared* One of the clown said: Where did he go?!

*Xan Use Staff and cast Huge Spike of Frost on them*

*The Clowns and the Thalmor's got stabbed*

*Unconscious*

Xan said: Ohhhh Yeaaaah! Who's the cool guy now?! I am!

Wes said: PAARTHURNAX!!! Paarthurnax said: Ahhh Westen! It's been a long time! Wes said: I will give you blood and take you down! I will promise you that. Paarthurnax Said: HAHAAHA! And how would you do that?!

Kahly said: You want them?! You have to get through me first! Paarthurnax: *roar* Wes said: Oh man.. She's owning him! That's right! Show him what's up! Z said: O.O...! Tell me! Am I the only one seeing this~?

*Something Randomly just happen to Z and Rolo* Tob said: What the hell..!!? What just happen to Rolo and Z!!? Rolo said: I don't know what's going with me but I'm feeling really powerful!

*Z summon 1000 spikes to Paarthurnax*

*Rolo summon 50 times fireball*

Paarthurnax said: Uhh!!! Wes said: Oh man! Both of them looks just like Jack Frost and Tsunayoshi Sawada!!~

Ancano said: Well! You finally made it. You can't defeat me! Wes said: Oh yes we will! Tob said: Stop whatever you are doing! Ancano said: Not a chance!

Batman said: Joker! Stop this now! Innocent people will die!

Joker said: Lol So be it! I want to make a world of my own anyway! HAHAHAHA!

Xan: Out of the way guys! He's mine! Batman: Xander no! Robin: Don't let him provoke you!

Xan: SETTLE DOWN! Let me at you!

Joker: Oh!!! How sad little fool you are! Don't worry! You won't be sad anymore! I will make you happy in a second!

*Open the laugh gas on his flower button on the left chest to Xan*

*xan cough*

*Showing the scene of Tob and Wes fighting Ancano*

Wes and Tob attack*

*Ancano cast Barrier from his hands* Hugh! Ye! Ha!

*Casting sparks with full power on Wes*

Wes said: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! Tob: WESTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...............................................................................

Jere said: "In the eye, of the heart of evil." Xan said: Do you have to be so Dramatic!!???

Rolo: This is... JUST TOO AWESOME. Tob: Fighting next to batman in REAL LIFE!! Z: And Robin.. I want his autograph!

Rolo: We're going to fight the infamous joker. no freakin WAY!? For real!?

Wes: Batman number 1 rival!?

*trailer ends*

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