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spencers-dria · 3 years

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Lost at Sea

Single Dad Spencer x fem reader

Summary: This is kind of a little Christmas-adjacent fluff peice where Spencer is a single dad, completely clueless while Christmas shopping for his daughter. Reader sees him struggling and decides to help, completely unaware of where it will lead them. I imagined him sometime after the show ended, kinda with his somewhat longer curly hair and glasses. This story is completely fluff and I make no apologies.

Well, that was about the third loud huff from the man standing down the isle from me. This one was so loud it blew his hair around a bit, making it even messier. I try to focus on the task at hand, finding the perfect gift for my best friend’s little girl.

Diana was the closest thing I had to a daughter of my own. Despite Anne’s protesting, I took every opportunity to spoil her daughter rotten. The adorable and precocious little girl had me absolutely wrapped around her finger. I have to fight the urge to buy everything I thought would put a smile on her face, my favorite sight in the world.

But now, I was repeatedly distracted by the clearly frustrated man standing next to me, eyeing the girls toy section like it was an enigma. I decide to approach him, but he’s still to lost in his thoughts to notice.

I clear my throat while giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh I didn’t realized you worked here.”

“I don’t.” I smile sweetly at him. “You just look like you’re trying to solve the worlds most challenging puzzle over here.”

He meets my eyes with a sheepish smile, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. I try my best to ignore just how attractive this man is. He’s definitely not available.

“I guess in a way I am. I’m trying to buy a Christmas gift for my daughter. It’s safe to say that I know absolutely nothing about girls. I want it to be absolutely perfect, and I just know whatever I get won’t be half of what she deserves.”

“Well I can help with that. How old is she and what does she like?”

He pushes his glasses up his nose, giving me a moment to ogle just how attractive his hands are.

“Her name is Alice, she’s 5. I know she loves Disney princesses. Ariel is her favorite I think... but even once I narrow it down to that, there is still just so much. Who knew shopping for little girls could be so overwhelming.”

I can’t help but giggle a bit at his helplessness. He starts to laugh along with me.

“I’m Spencer by the way.” I see him hesitate a moment before slowly extending a hand. I look at his extended hand with a slight feeling of guilt, knowing he’ll most likely judge me based on my response.

“Oh I’m sorry I hope you don’t think I’m rude but... I don’t really shake hands. It’s not personal it’s just all the germs. I don’t deal so well with them.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, but I can’t imagine why. Is he actually laughing at me? Seems a bit rude.

“You know I used to be the exact same way. I suppose having a kid has changed me more than I realize sometimes.”

I nod, quietly, knowing I can’t really relate.

“I’m sorry you’re probably really busy. Are you shopping for your daughter too?”

Unsure as to the reason why, I’m suddenly embarrassed to admit that I’m not actually a parent. Just a single loner in their mid-thirties, living vicariously through their best friend and their.

“Oh no, just a friend. I’m more than happy to help you out with Alice. If you want my best ideas though, I’ve got to be honest, a lot of it is online. I can show you the links real quick, I’d you’d like?”

“I feel like this would be easier if we just... Would you like to grab coffee? I know a great place just around the corner. You can show me all your ideas and hopefully we can pick out something for her together.”

Up until this point I didn’t want to make assumptions, but it’s becoming more clear that Spencer is most likely a single dad. I don’t want pry, but I can’t help but wonder what happened to her mom.

I try to hide my excitement at his offer.

“You had me at coffee. And I almost forgot, I’m Y/N!”

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Three hours and several cups of coffee later, I knew a small part of the life story belonging to Spencer Reid. He was an FBI agent, part of a team who hunts down serial killers. A profiler. Or former profiler? He used to work in the field, until he had to raise his daughter alone. He had been fallen hard and fast for someone who left him as soon as another opportunity, or person rather, had presented themselves. They left him a single dad, all alone with his 2 year old daughter, Alice.

Being a single parent, he knew he couldn’t continue a job that put him in harms way on a regular basis. He never had a problem putting his life on the line for others, but Alice had become his number one priority, without question. Switching to a desk job had allowed him to continue as a consult for the team while also teaching at the University.

As I looked over his attire, I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t quite give off professor vibes at first glance. His cozy maroon sweater and glasses, perhaps. But his curly mop of disheveled hair and goofy grin made him look more like a cuddly muppet character. The more I listen to him talk the more I notice his intelligence. I should have known, given his professions. It didn’t take long to realize he was well out of my league, but he was kind enough to give me the time of day for whatever reason.

I keep drowining in his eyes or getting pulled in by the movement of his hands as he speaks. Listening to his voice is like gently floating down like a river. I don’t even notice when he’s stopped talking.

“What about you?”

“Hmm?” I pull myself out of my daze, trying not to look as enchanted by him as I feel.

“Oh uhh, nothing to tell really.” I shrug, picking up my coffe, hoping he’ll change the subject while I sip on my caramel latte.

“I find that hard to believe. What do you do?”

“I just run a small cafe in town.”

I feel as though hearing about my life is about as interesting as watching water boil, but Spencer could have fooled me. He looks genuinely invested as I tell him about how I earned my bachelors and masters in business management, eventually opening up The Cottage. I didn’t have any experience in the food industry, but my friend Nicole had immediately been on board with the idea of coming on as my cook.

“It sounds wonderful. I’ll definitely have to stop by sometime.” He smiles at me before sipping on the last of his second cup of coffee.

“You’re welcome to bring Alice, only if you want to. And Nicole makes a killer risotto!”

“Of course! ...Oh! I knew we were forgetting something. Alice!”

“The entire reason you asked me here, just a minor detail.” I can’t help but snicker at our absent mindedness, how easy it was to be completely swept away in the tide that was Spencer Reid.

His face fades a bit, though I’m not sure why. He simply nods, folding his hands in his lap.

“Sorry if this is weird but umm... can I see a picture of her? It’s just, well, it might help me to get a better idea. You don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah!”He pulls out his wallet, unfolding a long strand of small photos, most of just his daughter, a few featuring him as well.

She was beautiful, brown eyed girl with soft, brown locks. She clearly had her fathers curly hair and soft, doe eyes. If it wasn’t obvious from the way he spoke about her, the pictures made it incredibly apparent that this girl was his whole world. Pure joy radiated from the photo of the two of them. I look up to to see the exact same look on his face, with a smile so big that his eyes crinkle.

That is the moment I knew he had me. I would follow this man anywhere, this adorable dad I had met on the toy isle only hours ago. The photos made it evident that she was just as crazy about him. It was almost too adorable for my heart to handle.

I take a deep breath before meeting his gaze, which is much closer now as we lean in over the table to look at the pictures.

“She’s beautiful.”

He looks down at the photos again with glassy eyes. “I know.”

He clears his throat and scoots back into his seat.

“So what did you have in mind?”

“Well, I have seen this online story that makes really pretty hand-made dresses that mimic the ones of each Disney Princess. Maybe a couple of her favorites? They also make knit blankets that look like mermaid tales. Or maybe a stuffed animal of one of her favorite characters? What little kid doesn’t like stuffed animals, right?”

Spencer nods along, absorbing all the suggestions I throw his way. After awhile, I help him settle on ordering a few we both like.

“I can’t wait to give these to her! She always loves Christmas morning. We open presents together and eat the cookies we made the night before while binging as many Christmas movies as possible.”

There was that smile again, the one he got when he talked about her. I wonder if she knows how lucky she is to have a dad that cares so much.

I can’t help but smile as well at the thought, which he quickly interrupted with “So what are your Christmas plans?”

I feel myself turning slightly red at the embarrassment of having to admit that I have none. Nothing much that is.

I shrug, hoping he won’t ask any more about it.

“Do you get to see your family?”

And there it was. The question I was desperately hoping to avoid. I know my inability to meet his gaze and consistent pulling at my fingers would be a dead give away of my uncertainty about speaking on the subject. I search for the best way to answer without seeming like I’m overcome with self pity. To be fair, I wasn’t. I didn’t mind spending the holidays alone. Not anymore. I had grown comfortable with the silence and comfort that comes from living alone.

The soft crackling of the fire, a fuzzy blanket, and a warm cup of hot chocolate had become my closest companions of each winter season. I spent many evenings curled up by the window, watching the snow dust the city as soft music flowed through my drafty, top floor apartment. Sometimes I’d dance and twirl around in my pajamas and socks, slipping and sliding on the wood floors. So yes, it was safe to say I truly enjoyed the time I spent getting to know myself.

“I uh, they’re not really around anymore. I was adopted by my parents when I was still a baby. They didn’t have any family but each other and then, well, me. I lost them to a car crash a few years back.”

I can tell he’s listening, but the one thing I always expect to see isn’t there. Pity. Instead I see kindness and understanding, and my heart welcomes it fully.

“Nicole is on vacation with her family for the holidays so it’s just me. I’m pretty used to it though, I make my own fun.” I give him smile to reinforce my point.

His eyes glaze over and I can tell I’ve lost him to a deep thought, as I see the gears turning in his head. He opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, and finally spouting out: “Come have dinner with us. On Christmas Eve.”

I had half expected a pity invite. A “why don’t you”. A “would you like to”. But Spencer hadn’t asked me. He had told me, in a way that left no room for arguing. I could tell he wasn’t going to budge on the matter. Whether it was the insistent but kind tone or the seriousness in his eyes, I don’t know. But I knew there was no use in fighting it. Not just the invitation, but the feelings quickly flooding my heart. Spencer Reid was like a fast approaching storm, but I didn’t want to outrun the rain. I wanted to dance in it, drenched in the downpour.

And that’s exactly what I did. As soon as I saw the look on his face when I said yes, it crashed over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and lost in the sea of my emotions.

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yourkeeperoftherunners · 3 years

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Talk + Vodka = Truth (Marvel AU)

Plot: AU The Avenger caught the blonde stalking him for the past few weeks and he wants answers.

Characters: Hawkeye/Ronin!Changbin (SKZ) x Yelena Belova!Felix (SKZ), plus mention of Black Widow!Minho, Kate Bishop!Yeji, and other MARVEL characters

Rating: PG-13 (Language, spy behaviors, the Snap/the Blip, Red Room, assassin work, death, drinking, mention of PTSD)

Notes: This one shot is based on the MARVEL x SKZ moodboards I’ve been making for fun. The story is set between the events after Black Widow, Avengers: Endgame, and before the Hawkeye Disney+ show. If you’ve not watched the first two films and wish to avoid spoilers, please skip this story. Additionally, the contents of this one-shot are fictional and were created for fun.

Happy Birthday Changbin!

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“You sure you’re old enough to be here, Kid?”

The blonde rolled his eyes, before reaching into his jacket to produce an ID.

The waiter and the man seated across from him watched as the ID was handed over. The former scanned the front and sighed as he passed it back to the blonde.

“Sorry, guess The Blip screwed you over - you look young for your age,” the waiter apologized. “What can I get you?”

“Vodka,” the blonde replied. “How much for the bottle?”

Changbin raised a brow and stared at the young man seated across from him. This guy could put away a whole bottle of vodka? It didn’t seem right, plus that was pretty unhealthy to be drinking that much.

“Let me check with the bartender on that,” the waiter said. He turned to face Changbin and asked if he wanted the usual.

“Unless he intends to drink the entire bottle, I’ll take whatever vodka he wants,” Changbin responded.

The waiter excused himself and went to check on the vodka situation.

“Drinking a whole bottle of vodka in one go is bad for your liver,” Changbin noted as he folded his hands in front of him.

The blonde snorted and quipped that Changbin sounded like his brother. The comment made the Avenger raise a brow and he straightened up in his seat.

“The bottle is gonna cost you $35, tip not included,” the waiter announced when he returned.

Before Changbin could grab his wallet, the blonde beat him to it and placed a crumpled $50 into the waiter’s hand. “Keep the change.”

The waiter unfolded the bill and immediately left to grab the bottle and some glasses for serving. The place wasn’t busy for the early to mid-afternoon, but Changbin had a feeling the waiter wasn’t used to getting a larger than average tip during this time. The pair watched as the waiter returned within seconds with the bottle and two glasses.

Changbin flashed the waiter a light smile and told him to take it easy. He slid the bottle closer and opened it, before pouring some of the contents into one glass and nudging it across the table. “So, wanna tell me who the hell you are and why you’ve been stalking me for 2.5 weeks?”

The blonde barely had the glass raised to his lips when he heard the questions. He looked up from his glass and parted his lips slightly in shock. This made the Avenger snicker as he poured some vodka into the other glass for himself.

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About a month and a half after burying Tony and Minho, Changbin noticed that the same blonde guy would show up in various places around the same time. The guy tried to be less obvious with disguises and using remote ways to track him, but after working with Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. for years, the Avenger’s picked up on people attempting to trail him.

Earlier today, he sensed he was being followed and urged his new protege to take Lucky and get somewhere safe. Sure Yeji gave him lip for trying to protect her, but the last thing he’d want is for her to get killed, thanks to someone hunting for him. Once the young woman had left with the dog, he hung around the area and pulled his bow on the blonde, who had a regular sidearm pointed at him. For a while, he tried urging the blonde to drop the gun before he shot first, but the blonde remained defiant with his gun pointed at the Avenger. What made them stand down was the sound of a siren and the blonde looked a little concerned when he heard the alarm.

Changbin made up his mind and told the young man to follow him so they could get under cover somewhere to finish the matter. He chose this hole-in-the-wall place that he visited at times during The Blip, often sitting and brooding over his missing family in between kills.

The blonde swore in Russian and put his glass down. “All right Old Man, I’ll make this easy for both of us. Name’s Felix. My employer told me you killed my brother and that I’m supposed to bring you in. But before I do that, why did you do it? He was telling me before The Blip that the Avengers were his real family, not me or our parents.”

Changbin tilted his head as he looked closely at the blonde across from him. If the kid wasn’t an assassin, he looked like the good kid you’d find in a suburban neighborhood, probably playing sports and making lots of friends. But the Russian, the mention of his brother again – wait, was this...?

“Min,” he offered in a soft voice.

The blonde nodded sharply and he picked up his glass again. “He’s dead, thanks to you. I’d like to know why you killed him, before I decide if I wanna bring you in dead or alive.”

The Avenger stiffened when he heard the accusation. His partner told him to go for counseling after fighting Thanos, as he was suffering terribly from losing Tony and Minho. Talking to the counselor about Minho was hard and the former couldn’t convince him that it wasn’t his fault that Minho insisted he sacrifice himself for the Soul Stone. Telling his kids that their Uncle Min wasn’t coming home was horrible, as they asked where he was and talked about their favorite memories of the red-haired “uncle” they had come to love.

“Do you know anything about Thanos and the Infinity Stones in that goddamn gauntlet he wore?” Changbin asked after prolonged silence.

When Felix shrugged, Changbin sighed and pushed his glass away as he recounted the attempts to stop Thanos from killing Vision for the Mind Stone, losing everyone he knew, then trying to get the stones again to undo what happened 5 years ago.

“It was the shrinking guy’s idea, some kind of time heist,” Changbin said. “Minho and I went to some planet in space, while the others went elsewhere in time for the other stones. We get there, this creepy red skeleton guy tells us that one of us has to sacrifice ourselves –”

“So you chose my brother?”

“YOH! I wasn’t done talking, you little shit,” Changbin snapped as he narrowed his eyes. He took a deep breath and groaned as he tried to explain what happened next. This was the hard part whenever he went to therapy – it was difficult to talk about Vormir without getting choked up and replaying the images of Minho using a stun function in his cuff to distract him, and Changbin trying to grab his hand to stop the former spy.

“Damn it, I told him I was supposed to do it!” Changbin yelled as he slammed his fist on the table. “He actually tried to keep shit together after The Blip. Me, I, I lost it. I lost my whole family. My partner. My kids. All while we were at home, having a normal day. Then I went out and I hunted down every bad guy, every gang, every criminal organization, everyone that survived and didn’t deserve it!”

The Avenger hung his head and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep it together without crying. He could hear Minho’s voice, urging him to let go of his hand on Vormir.

“Let me go.”

“No. Please don’t.”

“It’s okay...”

The blonde took small sips from his glass as he watched and listened to the Avenger. Despite hating his time in the Red Room, he has to give his instructors some credit for teaching him the art of lying and reading a target’s body language. Based on what he’s seeing right now, the Avenger is telling the truth and Minho actually sacrificed his life to save the world. Which means, his employer lied or she exaggerated the story a bit, just to force him to cut his time off short. It wouldn’t surprise him – Val refused his request for a pay raise before handing over Changbin’s information for his next assignment.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m working for a female version of Dreykov, Felix thought. He put his glass down and stared across the table at the Avenger.

“Surprisingly, I believe you,” Felix replied. “Last time I saw my brother, he was going on about how he was trying to do good and forget about...yeah, well he was telling me how great things were with the Avengers before the Accords.” He played with his glass and tilted his head slightly. “You weren’t...dating my brother, were you?”

Changbin jerked his head up at the question and he paused for a few seconds, before laughing loudly. The blonde shot him a quizzical look and Changbin shook his head as he tried to compose himself.

“Oh man no, no way. Min was my colleague and sometimes, he thought it was funnier to ignore most of the shit I said,” Changbin said. “I swear he did it to piss me off, but other than that, we were friends.” He propped his elbow on the table and looked thoughtful as he recalled their mission in Budapest.

“He ever tell you about Budapest?”

Felix nodded and recounted his story of running from Dreykov’s project, otherwise known as Taskmaster, while protecting a serum to remove the brainwashing effect on the other Widows. “He makes me bleed out a bit, then we’re crammed in an air vent. An air vent. Think I saw tic-tac-toe games scratched inside the vent.”

“Wait, in the subway?”

“You mean it was the same vent you two hid in after you tried to kill Dreykov?” Felix asked. “That must have been...”

“Oh that was a weird three days!” Changbin laughed. “He got so annoyed by me complaining that I was hungry and said I was too loud. Once we got outta Budapest, he complained on the Quinjet that it was amazing I had someone in my life at all. But wait, what do you mean by ‘tried to kill Dreykov’? I thought Min said it was a hit – I saw the building go up in flames after the guy’s daughter went in. Don’t tell me that guy’s your employer.”

Felix made a face and he picked up his glass again.

“We’re going to be here a while...”

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rolandopujol · 3 years

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It’s billed as the world’s largest orange. At 92 feet wide, 60 feet tall, and 35,000 pounds, Eli’s Orange World in Kissimmee, Florida, is a fascinating fiberglass fixture in the pantheon of great Florida tourist attractions. Eli is Eli Sfassie, who moved to Florida from Indiana and opened a Texaco station near Disney World just as the Magic Kingdom opened in 1971. Smart guy. But Sfassie almost lost his shirt in the gas-station business until he really got smart. He started to sell souvenirs from the mechanic’s bay, and that’s when he began to partake in the magic of the Central Florida tourist boom of the 1970s. Other tourist shops were in his future, including this one on Highway 192 in Kissimmee. But it didn’t always stand out in the crowd. In 1988, he had the sweet idea to turn his shop into a giant orange. He paid $6,000 to a maker of outhouses for the privilege, he told the Tampa Bay Times. Business boomed – it was an astronomical return on his investment. I mean, how could a self-respecting tourist pass up a chance to enter a giant orange, open your wallet, and leave feeling as though you were part of something, well, big? I played that role last month and happily. Indeed, I am glad Eli Sfassie had the idea to construct this orange dome. Larger-than-life people with big ideas help make the American road go round. Literally in this case. The irony of a big fake orange where orange groves once bloomed is not lost on Sfassie. He told the great Florida writer Jeff Klinkenberg that he misses the aroma of the orange blossoms from the groves, long since paved over for parks, shops, motels, and attractions like the Big Orange and the Giant Wizard. My friend @hopelessnostalgic just posted a picture of the wizard. It’s a neighbor of Eli’s Orange World. During Hurricane Charley in 2004, it’s said a tropical gust flung the wizard’s crystal ball onto the defenseless Big Orange, leaving a big dent, Kathy Franco, Sfassie’s daughter, said back in 2008. The ball was never found. Hmmm. It’s an appropriate tall tale in a town where big is good. #retrologist (at Kissimmee, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJpU9pdl1nq/?igshid=kdktt52jg7lo

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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years

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Uncomfortable (MINO ft. Zico)

Hey guys! So this is my first scenario. It’s around 4k words, and it’s angsty and fluffy, cause the feels for this duo hit me hard, so prepare yourself. I hope you enjoy it!!

all credit for images goes to original owners. I do not own any of the images used.

You liked Jiho. You knew you liked him, but you knew he would never like you back. At least, not the way you did, and you were okay with it. You thought that as long you were friends with him, it’s okay. You did your very best to hide your feelings, because you knew that your friendship with him meant too much to you for you to risk it over feelings. He was always there for you. It wasn’t all one-sided though. You were always there for him. When he fought with his friends, or he fought with his girlfriend, you were the one helping him. You were the only one who had seen him bawl his eyes out at 3 am and you were the only one who would silently sit and pat his back while he did. You guys had each other’s backs. At least that’s what you thought.

You were actually Mino’s friend before you were Jiho’s friend. You and Minho go way back. You were Minho’s best friend, which is how you met Jiho. Mino introduced you to him. Minho was also the only person who knew about your feelings for the infamous Zico. Minho was the one you went to went listening to Jiho talking about his love life got too hard, or when the jealousy got too much. Minho also kept telling you to get over him, but it’s never that easy.

One night, you were at Minho’s place, doing a Disney marathon that he insisted on because you had never really watched any Disney movies as a child, (he was right. Why do Disney movies have to be so good?!), when Jiho called you. You were just about to start watching Moana when the phone rang. Your phone was with Minho, and he took one look at the phone, jokingly rolled his eyes and said,” oh god. Just ignore his call, y/n. Moana’s more important!” while handing you your phone. You looked down at your phone and smiled at the picture of him for a second before answering.” Heyy. What’s up with the midnight call? Everything okay?” You thought you could hear the smile in his voice when he replied saying,” Yeah yeah, don’t worry. Everything’s fine, but I need your help getting home. I’m out clubbing. I thought I wouldn’t drink, but I did and now I can’t drive myself home. Can you come pick me up? It’s close to your place.” You didn’t even bother telling him you were at Minho’s place and it would take you more time. You simply said,” sure. Text me the address.”

You were gathering your wallet, phone and other stuff and explaining things to Minho at the same time. He sighed, gathered his things and said,” Why can’t he just take a cab like a normal person? Why couldn’t you just say you’re at my place? Geez..” Sheepishly, you said,” Mino-ya, it’s not that easy!” He just smiled, ruffled your hair and said,” I know, which is why I’m coming with you! I can’t let my best friend do this alone.” You were suddenly overwhelmingly grateful for Minho, and you hugged him and mumbled, “thank you” into his sleeve.

You and Minho were near the club, and Minho had texted Jiho to come out and wait, mainly because the two of you were in sweats and no self-respecting club would let you guys in. You could see him on the sidewalk, and you rolled down the window to call him. You tried yelling his name out a couple of times, but he didn’t hear you, which you finally realised was because he was on the phone. As you got closer to him, you could hear what he was saying and after that, you sincerely wished that you had never heard him.

Jiho, on the other hand, was looking up at the sky and laughing his ass off. “Ahh hyung, don’t scare me like that. You and I both know I would never date y/n. I just keep talking to her because I feel bad for her. I know I’m single and all, but I can’t stand the thought of dating her. As it is, she made it really obvious that she likes me. She’s so clingy it makes me uncomfortable. My friends make so much fun of me because of her.” He paused for a while, and then said,” oh no, I can’t talk to her about it. She’s Minho’s friend. Things would get messy if I hurt her feelings. Anyway, I gotta go now Hyung. She’ll be here to pick me up any moment now.”

You had heard every word of what Jiho said, and more than him not liking you back, it was the fact that he never once thought of you as a friend that hurt you. You couldn’t process that he knew that you liked him, and he still chose to call you when he was drunk, knowing he’d only be giving you false hope. He was only talking to you because of Minho. You made him uncomfortable, and he pitied you, but he still took advantage of you and called you to help him knowing you wouldn’t say no. That realisation made your blood boil. You were furious, not only with him but also with yourself, because you had let him fool you, pity you and betray you. You were also incredibly hurt, because you trusted him and poured your heart out to him, not knowing that he was laughing at you the whole time. You were also sad, because you fell for the nice, kind, caring and sweet Jiho, not an asshole with no sense of consideration for someone else’s feelings. This was all too much for you to take in. The influx of emotions just made you shut down. You could neither hear nor say anything.

You were also the only one in the car who heard Jiho’s conversation. Minho had no clue what happened. You stayed frozen in the driver’s seat when Minho got out and called Jiho. You just continued driving home while Minho and Jiho talked. When you finally got close to Jiho’s house, Jiho asked the both of you to come in for some drinks. You were too much in shock to say anything, but luckily for you, Minho decided to be clingy, and said,” Nope. No way. You made us interrupt a movie marathon. We have to get back to it. Now you go get lost and don’t drink too much.” Jiho laughed and left. As you drove off, Minho put his hand on your shoulder and asked,” Y/n, are you okay? You didn’t really say much in the car.” And then, you cracked. Immediately, you pulled over, looked ahead in shock, and said,” Minho, can you drive?” He looked very confused, but he decided not to question you about it, and silently switched seats. Minho knew you were crying as you were looking out of the window, and that something had upset you, but he also knew you needed your space to cry. He knew you’d tell him when you felt like talking about it.

The two of you got to Minho’s place, and you absolutely did not want to be left alone with your thoughts. He was in the process of switching off the tv, when you went and hugged him, and asked him if you could stay the night. He didn’t even bat an eyelid and said, “If you think I’m going to let you be alone right now, you’re dumber than I thought.” And for the rest of the night, Minho just hugged you and let you cry it all out, never once stopping to question you. When you were finally exhausted from crying, he ran his fingers through your hair, because he knew that it was the best way to calm you down, until you fell asleep. As he held a sleeping you in his arms, he cursed Jiho for making you cry and held you a little tighter.

When you woke up the next morning, you realised both you and Minho fell asleep like that. You quietly wriggled out of his arms and checked your phone, only to find a text from Jiho asking whether you wanted to get hangover soup with him. You scoffed and threw your phone to the side, deciding at that very moment that you were done, and you were cutting him out of your life. You started making breakfast, but you were kind of clumsy, so you ended up waking Minho up. He slowly made his way to the kitchen, bed head and all, and you looked up to see a puffy faced, sleepy Minho, and sleepy Minho is clingy. He came and gave you a back hug as you handed him his tea, and looking at him, you smiled to yourself, thanking the world for Minho’s existence.

After the both of you had your tea, you slowly explained what happened the previous night. Minho waited till you were done explaining everything that you heard, and although you could tell he was furious, he waited and asked you what you wanted to do. You then told him that you wanted to cut Jiho out of your life, and although Minho wanted nothing more than to beat the crap out of Jiho for treating you that way, he knew that it was your decision to make, and whatever decision you made, he would respect that.

You and Minho then sat and blocked Jiho of every form of social media. You assumed that since he felt uncomfortable around you, he would be only too happy at what happened and would never contact you again. You tried to tell yourself you deserved better, but every time you thought of him, a series of conflicted emotions took over you. You missed spending time with him, but you also hated everything about how he treated you. It was very rough on you, and over the next few weeks, Minho was the only thing keeping you going. He refused to let you be alone and as far as possible, he was always at your place, making sure you know you have someone who’s there for you. In fact, he practically moved into your place just to make sure you were okay.

Woo Jiho, on the other hand, was very confused. At first, when you cut him off, he thought something was wrong with your phone, because he just couldn’t comprehend the thought of you not replying to him. He kept trying to reach you, because who else would put up with his rants at 3 am, but it just wasn’t working, so he thought you’d drop in in a few days. He waited for you, but you never did drop in. He didn’t understand why, but ever since you stopped talking to him, he felt oddly uneasy and upset. He knew he could just call Minho, but ever since you started liking him, Minho had been treating him rather coldly. One night, he couldn’t take the uneasiness anymore, and he went and got drunk. He tried calling you to pick him up, but it never got through. He then tried calling Minho. Minho was at your house, but after he checked to make sure that you were fast asleep, he went out on the balcony, and took the call.

Minho answered and said, “if it’s not important, I’d rather not talk.” Jiho, completely drunk, said, “of course it’s important. Why isn’t y/n answering my calls?” Minho wanted nothing more than to just hang up, but he tried to force himself to stay calm, and said,” she blocked you.” Jiho couldn’t understand why, but that deeply upset him, and he said,” why the fuck did she block me? She fucking loves me, Minho. Don’t lie.” The absolute nonchalance in Jiho’s tone when he spoke about your feelings for him pushed Minho over the edge, and he lost it. “you bloody bastard. You knew about her feelings, you took advantage of them, and then you have the fucking nerve to say she makes you uncomfortable?” Jiho was shocked. He was definitely scared about how you found out and how you reacted, but like a cornered animal, he decided not to think back on his behaviour, and just lash out.” Yeah. I knew. So what if I knew? She really did make me uncomfortable. Good that she’s out of my life. I can’t keep keeping people I pity around me like that.” Minho’s fists were clenched and his knuckles turned white. He ground his teeth and said,” you bloody self-absorbed prick. She deserves so much better than you. I’m glad she’s out of your life.” And he cut the call.

That phone call had really gotten Minho worked up, and he stayed out on the balcony cursing Jiho for a while. After a while, you woke up realising that Minho got gotten out of bed. You sleepily rubbed your eyes and went looking for him. You found him on the balcony, cursing Jiho, and as soon as you saw that, you knew Jiho must have called him. Surprisingly enough though, you didn’t even think about Jiho for a minute and all you wanted to do was to make sure Minho felt better. Minho hadn’t heard you walk up to him, so when you hugged him, he jumped a little. He hugged you back and as you snuggled into him, he kissed the top of your head, and thought to himself,” just stay happy, please. I can’t stand watching you be sad.”

So, you slowly made some progress and moved on. You slowly forced yourself to forget Jiho, and Minho was your rock when things were tough. He was always there for you, and went out of his way to make sure you were happy. He helped you remember what love and affection felt like, and made you realise the importance of treating yourself with care too. You kept reminding yourself that you couldn’t let someone treat you the way Jiho did, and in due time, you forgot your feelings for him. It also helped that you starting to have feelings for someone else.

Minho had always loved you as a friend, but one day, he woke up and realised that he loved you as so much more. You were everything to him. You had been with him through all those harsh trainee years, through all the scandals, through all the hate, and you had always given him unconditional love and support. You never forced him to explain himself, and just accepted him. You also called him out when he knew he was being an ass. And slowly, like that, Minho fell for you. He didn’t know exactly when, but over time, he realised he loved every little part of you. He tried hiding his feelings for a while, because he knew you liked Jiho. Every time he saw you upset over Jiho, his heart broke a little more, and when he saw you cry because of him, he regretted introducing the two of you. He still loved you, but he didn’t want to take advantage of you when you were hurt and confused. Little did he know that you had slowly begun to fall for him.

Jiho, on the other hand, had no idea what to make of things. Deep down, he knew what he said about you was a lie. He knew that he liked you, he trusted you and he missed you, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He knew that you never made him uncomfortable, and in fact, you were the only person he could unabashedly be himself around, but he started lying to himself the day some of his friends found out about you liking him. They had never liked you, and they found the idea of a lovesick you absolutely hilarious. So, they started making fun of you, and when they turned to Jiho for reinforcement, he just went along with it, because he didn’t want to admit that he also liked the person they were making fun of. He just wanted to be liked and accepted.

But he couldn’t exactly admit defeat, could he? He thought you’d still come back to him, and that everything would go back to normal, but you never came. He didn’t want to admit that he had liked you all along to the friends who made fun of you. He didn’t want to have to explain to Minho why things turned out the way they did, but more than anything else, he was ashamed to have let you down. He couldn’t bear the thought of facing you and explaining to you why he behaved like as ass. So, he decided to wait. But he also knew your birthday was coming up, and he promised himself that if by then things hadn’t worked out, he would put his pride and idiocy and everything else behind him and just beg for your forgiveness, because if nothing else, during the time you spent ignoring him, he realised he needed you in his life.

It was the night before your birthday. Minho was spending the night at your place, to bring in the day with you. Once it was midnight though, Minho was nowhere to be found. You were very confused, and a little hurt, but you went ahead and spoke to your parents for a while. After the phone call, you got tired of waiting for him, and you decided to look for him. You checked every room in the house, and you were about to go and look outside, when you heard soft music coming from the balcony. You made your way there, and what you saw made your heart melt. Minho had strung fairy lights on the railing, made a blanket fort, set down a bottle of wine and a box of brownies, and was waiting for you with something behind his hands.

With a soft smile on your face, you walked over to him. He was standing there, with a nervous smile and he said,” oh thank god you came. I was starting to get scared you would never come.” You looked around, and asked,” Mino-yaa, what is all this?” He didn’t say anything. He just smiled, kissed your forehead, made you sit down, and handed you earphones connected to his phone. When you looked up at him, surprised, he just shrugged and said, with a blush,” just listen to it.”

You did, and words don’t even come close to describing the way you felt when you heard the song he wrote for you. The song was an ode to your friendship, what you meant to him, and how that changed over the years. It was about how he would do anything to make you happy, but he would like nothing more than to be that special someone for you. It was about how he was scared that his confession would change your friendship, but he was more scared of regretting not telling you. Lastly, it was about hoe no matter how you responded, he would always be your best friend who loves you, and would continue to do anything to make you happy, even if it meant staying away from you.

Minho was nervously waiting for you to say something when you finished listening to the song, but you were silent. He couldn’t deal with the tension and he started rambling. “Oh, I knew I should have gotten ramyun for tonight. I know ramyun is your favourite. But then, I ate a lot of ramyun when I was in the studio, so I don’t really know what to do. Maybe I should have gotten something else? Did you not want brownies?” but that’s when you cut him off by kissing him. You felt him freeze when he first felt your lips on his, but slowly, as though he couldn’t believe what was happening, he relaxed into the kiss, and took over, and by god, it was the best kiss you ever had. You never thought unfamiliarity would be something you’d associate with Minho, but that exciting unfamiliarity to this side of Minho was exactly what made you melt into the kiss, your knees giving way because it was just too toe-curlingly sexy.

The next day, Jiho had it all planned out. He found out from a mutual friend that they were throwing a party for you at your favourite restaurant, and he knew he fucked up big time, so he went all out. He bought a gigantic bouquet of pink lilies, your favourite flowers, and he put together a basket full of all the things you like; the one ramyun flavour you love, your favourite chocolates( homemade, from this tiny shop near the park), some earrings he knew you’d like, some snacks, some stationary, and much more. He also had a letter, where he wrote down exactly how he felt about everything that happened. He was finally feeling a little better about things. He was making his way to the restaurant, with this dumb smile on his face with the thought of just seeing you again. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, that he didn’t realise you and Minho were walking just ahead of him, hand in hand.

He only snapped out of it and realised that the two of you were right in front of him when he saw Minho stop in the middle of the sidewalk and kiss your hand. All of a sudden, he had a bad feeling in his stomach, and he started watching the two of you closely. Minho kissed your hand, glanced at you with love, and said,” Wait. Before we go in, I want to give you my present.” Jiho’s heart sank when he saw you blush, laugh and say,” oh god, Minho, you’ve already given me a gift I have no words for. What more could I possibly want?” Minho smiled at you, and reached into his pocket. He took out a silver chain with a pendant, a pendant of a sunflower, and reached around your neck to put it on. As he was putting it on, he leaned down, and whispered in your ear, “it’s a sunflower. On a light-hearted note, it’s a happy flower. You make me happy, and I want you to always be happy. On a symbolic note, it’s symbol of dedicated love.” He leaned back, looked at you, smiled and said,” just in case I haven’t told you just how much I love you.”

You were red from all the blushing, but also incredibly happy. You stood on your tip-toes, cupped his cheek and kissed him, saying “I love you too Song Minho.” It was a beautiful moment, but it was interrupted by a phone call Minho got. Minho started cursing halfway through the call, and finally cut the call, and sighed. You were a little worried, and you asked him what happened. “One of our idiot friends told Jiho where the party would be because apparently, he wanted to see you and apologise. This friend suddenly decided to call and ask whether you’re okay with it.” You turned pale, and as Jiho saw your reaction, his knuckles wrapped around the bouquet got a little whiter as well. Minho turned to you and asked you,” what do you want to do about it? Are you okay with him attending?”, because while Minho definitely didn’t want him there, he knew not to make decisions for you. You stood silently for a minute and then replied saying,” no. He makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Jiho couldn’t hear anything you said after that because of the ringing in his ears. He missed his chance with you, and now you were gone, forever. The selfish side of him wanted to just pull you away from Minho, but he knew that he had messed with your life enough. He knew that you deserved happiness, even if it wasn’t him making you happy. He turned around and walked away.

Something told you to turn around, and when you did, you saw a bouquet and a basket in the trash, and the sad, lonely, slumped over figure of a man walking away.

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What were you like at 17? Gah, that feels like a lifetime ago... I can barely remember. In a couple years I’ll be twice that age D: Sigh. Anyway, at that time I was a senior in high school. I had a few friends. I was shy and awkward (that hasn’t changed at all). I was a hardworking student. I had ambitions back then (that’s definitely changed). I had my issues, but not at all like these past few years. I was doing fine back then.

Tell us about your first kiss. It was behind my high school’s drama department with my boyfriend at the time. It was unexpected and awkward, but I was just so giddy about having had my first kiss haha. I remember calling my cousin who I was super close with at the time to freak out about it with and wrote all about it in my journal lol.

Tell us about your worst date. I haven’t had many dates, but none of the dates I have been on were bad.

What’s your biggest flaw? My negative self-talk and being my own worst enemy, my negativity, holding myself back, my stubbornness, self-neglect, being a complete mess of a person...

What’s the coolest thing you’ve bought lately? There’s this website called, “The Magic Candle Company”, which sells Disneyland and Disney World themed scented candles, hand sanitizer and hand soap, wax melts, and room sprays, and I bought a couple room sprays and hand sanitizers of my favorite Disneyland scents. I thought that was pretty cool.

Who is your celebrity crush? Alexander Skarsgard if you ya’ll didn’t know that by now.

What is your biggest pet peeve? people who like to talk just to hear their own annoying-ass voices. <<< lol that made me laugh.

What’s the song you most wish you had written? I don’t wish I had written any song.

What do you always take with you when you travel? The necessities like clothes, toiletries, medicine, wallet, some of the medical supplies I need, phone, usually my laptop, chargers, hand sanitizer... and now would also require the addition of masks. I haven’t travelled since the pandemic hit, but that would definitely be a necessity. And disinfectant spray and wipes. I feel like that’s just going to part of the norm going forward even if we get things under control.

Do you have any pets? Yep, I have my adorable doggo, Princess Leia. <33

Have you or someone you know ever drunk dialed? Yeah. What is the worst break up you have experienced? Honestly, the thing that came to mind first wasn’t even really a breakup at all because we never dated, but losing him felt like one and the heartbreak was real. I really fell for Ty. He said he liked me, too. Things felt so different with him. Like, I honestly thought something would happen between us. I was able to see us together for the long-term. The connection we had was different than anything I had before. My parents absolutely loved him and definitely thought something would come of us. He was the sweetest, caring, most genuine guy I ever knew. Gahhhh, he was a good one, ya’ll. He really was.

Have you ever been stuck by someone very annoying on a plane/bus/etc? Yes. Not fun.

When was the last time you were rejected by someone? A few years ago.

Has someone way older than you tried to hit on you? Yes. He was twice my age and the worst part was he thought I was 17 (I was in my early 20s).

Have you ever been cheated on? No. I hated that Joseph hooked up with his ex a few times while we had our thing going on between us, but we weren’t dating so he wasn’t actually cheating. We were talking, though, and had something going on. He knew how I felt about him. And for whatever reason, he didn’t want me to know he was doing that and he felt guilty about it.

Did you get lost at all on your first day of high school? I remember getting turned around and not being able to find one of my classes and ended up being slightly late. It was the first day, so it wasn’t a big deal, but still. I even went before school started to mentally map out my route and make sure I knew where I was going so I could avoid that. I was so nervous my first day of high school.

Have you ever been interrupted during sex? --

Have you ever been recorded doing stupid things while drunk? One of my friends and I would make stupid videos on our phones cause we thought we were funny, ha.

Has a significant other ever called you by the wrong name? No.

Have you ever cooked anything and it turned out horrible? Yeah, I’ve attempted baking certain things before and they didn’t come out right. I’m just so not a cook.

What is the worst birthday you have ever had? I haven’t had a bad birthday.

Have you ever choked on chewing gum? I don’t think so.

Have you ever found anything dirty in a siblings room? No, but I also don’t go looking around through his things.

Have you ever made a bad first impression on someones parents? Parents always seemed to love me.

When is the last time you got into a fist fight? I’ve never been in a physical fight.

Have you ever been spit on by a llama? Uh, no. Thankfully.

Have you ever locked yourself out of your car/house? I’ve forgotten my keys before and was locked out of the house. Thankfully, I live by a lot of fast food places and just went somewhere to eat while I waited for someone to get home, ha.

Describe how you got one of your scars. Spinal surgery.

Describe how you’ve broken a bone, if you have. I’m a paraplegic and don’t have any feeling in my legs, and they’re fragile from not being used, so as a kid I managed to break a bone in my leg once.

Have you ever had a near death experience? Yes.

When you get cold at home, do you get a sweater/hoodie or get a blanket? It depends. Sometimes both.

Do you require visual assistance? (i.e.; glasses or contacts) Yeah, I wear glasses.

Do you work out? No.

Describe the last cup you drank from. I’m currently drinking my venti peppermint white chocolate mocha with soy from Starbucks. Yum.

What is a food that you always are in the mood to eat? Ramen.

Do you like sausage? I used to, but I stopped eating it because it’s usually spicy and I can’t have spicy food anymore. I went from being obsessed with spicy food and could handle a decent amount of spice to now not even being able to eat something like sausage, which I never would have considered remotely spicy before.

Ever held a newborn animal? Aww, no.

Do you make a wish when you blow out your birthday candles? Not anymore. I don’t even bother with the candles anymore.

Have you ever been to Boston? No.

Describe your hair at the moment. It’s up in a messy bun as usual.

What is the last thing you searched for online? Something relating to a question in a survey yesterday.

What are you sitting on? My bed.

Could you use a massage right now? No. I’ve actually never had a massage before.

Is it wicked hard for you to sleep when its hot in your room? Oh, no sleep is happening if I’m hot.

Do you sleep on your stomach/back/side most often? I sleep slightly turned to my left side. I can’t sleep completely on my back.

Do make sure you dot your I`s when you write? Yeah.

Do you dunk your cookies in milk? Yeah. Or coffee.

What did you wear today? I’m wearing leggings and a long sleeve shirt.

Do medical terms make you uncomfortable? If I don’t know what it means. And even the simplest things sound scary in medical terms.

Are you afraid of failure? I feel like a failure already and I’m afraid of always being one.

Have you been called a bad influence? No.

What about Chinese food? Love it or hate it? I like some Chinese food.

How do you feel about getting new neighbors? I don’t care unless they’re loud and annoying, which we’ve had to deal with in the past. Why were you last in a hospital? I had surgery back in 2012.

When is the last time you went to a doctor, and why? Last month to get my pain medication refilled. You have to see the doctor in order to get medication like that cause of the super strict regulations on them. It’s a big pain, no pun intended.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #298

“i don’t like what i am becoming / wish i could just feel something”

Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Do you wear necklaces or earrings more? Just my tragus piercing, really. I only ever wear a necklace sometimes if I'm taking a "nice" picture. Rings or bracelets? I currently don't wear any bracelets, but I do always have one ring on. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Is your current crush younger than you? By just a couple years. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? Yes; he's very tan, especially his arms from being a mailman. Ranch or barbeque sunflower seeds? I don't like sunflower seeds. Do you know the first five books of the Bible in order? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nah, they're not my thing. Do you believe being gay is a choice or a "disorder"? Neither; I believe it's a genetic mutation. It defies biology and the very motive for life, but I always say that a mutation does not, in any way, equate to "wrong." I am extremely adamantly pro-gay rights and bisexual myself, so I can't shit-talk it. What are some of your favourite sounds? Crunching leaves, rain gently tapping on windows, windchimes, birdsong... mainly nature sounds. There are others, I'm just blanking right now. Are you a warm weather or cold weather person? Cold, 100%. What time do you wake up? What for? This spans over a massive gap, honestly... I can wake up as early as 5 or as late as 9:30. Most often, it's pretty early, and I call that my "trial" of being awake, lol... because I will almost without fail go back to sleep for a couple more hours. Hell, that happens even if I sleep on the later side. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? I used to do that in middle and maybe some of high school, I think; I'd fall asleep with my iPod on and earbuds in. I haven't done that in a very long time, though. Could you spend the rest of your life with someone who had bad taste in music? ... Yes? Their taste in music has nothing to do with them as a person???? Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for? No, and it's best I don't. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, and that's how I found out I'm far from a lightweight. I wasn't going to drink more than I actually wanted to drink just to get wasted. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yeah. Who is the last child you held? My youngest niece. Have you ever woken up not knowing where you were? Maybe for a few moments after my surgery? I don't really recall. When is the last time you made the wrong choice in anything? Every fucking day when I decide what to do with my time. What is the most interesting thing in the room you are in? My snake, I guess. She's a champagne morph ball python. When washing your hands, do you wet your hands or put soap on first? I put on soap first. When was the hardest you ever cried? What was the circumstance? Probably when Mom literally dragged me home after I tried to walk to Jason's to talk the night of the breakup. I lost my fucking mind. Which gift cards do you have in your wallet? I don't think I have any. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. I hate Pepsi. What is better: cute smile, or amazing eyes? A cute smile. What song are you listening to? "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" by Blue October is on currently. Name your best friend(s): Sara. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Nope. Last night you felt? I wasn't suicidal, but still kinda wanted to die lmao. Do you still watch Disney channel? No. How do you like your eggs? I only enjoy them scrambled, and preferably with cheese. What’s your all-time favorite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. If you could be any TV character, who would you be and why? Idk, I don't watch TV enough. Maybe Donna from That '70s Show. Very strong and independent, outspoken, and not to mention she has great taste. I find her to be a good female character to look up to. Do you ever come up with really good ideas for stories or movies? Do you do anything with them? Yeah; I'll try to integrate them into RP characters and plots. What sort of things do you post on your Tumblr? Vintage photos, screen caps, girly things? It's a Markiplier cesspit lmao. Sometimes I'll reblog shit I find funny. I've been very inactive on it, though. Have you ever had a dream that you couldn’t shake, even for days after you woke up? Oh yes. When was the last time you felt like a nuisance, or unwanted? Recently, I'm sure. When was the last time your dreams were crushed, or at least hindered? I dunno. How’s school going? I'm not in school. Are you angry at anyone right now? Myself. The last person to say they loved you? Mom. When is the last time you laughed hard? Hard? I'm really not sure. Are there any words on your shirt? No, it's just a blank black tank. Does it take a lot to make you cry? NOPE. Do you tell your parents everything? No. Do you get bored easily? I'm bored to the point of thinking being dead would be more fun at some point almost every day. I have anhedonia badly. I'm honestly starting to think I've over-medicated to a numbing degree so am trying to wean off some things. Have you ever burned someone's picture? No. How long was your last nap? Maybe three hours? I was really, really tired, though. Can you name the last time you felt happy? Probably when Sara and I talk-talked for the first time in a while. When was the last time you played with sidewalk chalk? Oh, I have zero clue. Probably not since I was a kid. Do you have friends obsessed with World of Warcraft? Bro wtf don't @ me. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? No. Have you ever told someone you hated them? The only time I've seriously said that was to my dad before we reconciled after the divorce. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I actually don't remember... Favorite thing to do on Facebook? See The Memes. Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time? I SAID don't @ me. What is in store for your future? I both do and don't want to know. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah. I adore bats. Do you chew on straws? No. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Who’s the last person that creeped you out? Some guy who walked into the store I was at with Mom, continuously looking back and forth. Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you? Well, that would depend on the person. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? Yeah. Anything exciting happening soon? My half-sister and her kids are visiting tomorrow and staying for a few days. It's a surprise for Mom. Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? You could say these surveys kinda are. I don't have a designated "diary," though. When was the last time you took a painkiller? What was it for and did it work? I had womanly issues a few days back, and yeah, it helped. Have you ever had to go and rescue someone because their car broke down? When was the last time that happened? I mean, I've driven /with/ Mom to do so. I myself don't drive. What’s one sweet/candy you miss from your childhood? Is this item something you can still buy or has it been discontinued? Y'all remember Baby Bottle Pops??? 'Cuz I do, and I love those fuckin things. I still see them sometimes in gas stations. When was the last time you used some kind of moisturiser? A few days back for my hands. They were painfully dry. If you’re under lockdown/stay at home orders at the moment, are you struggling or managing okay? A bitch is s t r u g g l i n g. Has anything positive come out of the pandemic for you? Fuck no. Do you wear a watch? Is it analogue/digital? Does it it have things like a step-counter in it? No. Do you have any gifts from Christmas that you still haven’t opened or used? Not used, yes. Well, then some things are still in their boxes, but they're unwrapped. Do you know how to tie a tie? If so, who taught you? No. Who was your last missed call from? Did you ring that person back? Some number I didn't recognize, so no. When was the last time you had some kind of problem with your internet connection? Is this something that happens often? A few days back. It has occasional instances where it'll go out but come back on shortly. Do you have a favourite celebrity chef? No. Do you prefer pizza or pasta? Pizza. Have you ever volunteered anywhere before? What was the reason behind doing so? Once at PetSmart when they had dogs to adopt out, which was for school volunteer hours. I spent time with them, giving them attention and taking them outside. I also had two other animal-related volunteer days, but each was only a few hours because my fucking weak-ass body couldn't handle them. Have you ever been truly obsessed with something? What was it and how did you come to feel that way? I have an incredibly obsessive personality; I could probably name near on a dozen or so things I've been genuinely obsessed with. I don't know what it means to love in moderation. Some are/were pleasant obsessions, some aren't/weren't. Does it bother you when people turn up at your house without asking or waiting to be invited? Yes. Are you taller or shorter than average height? I'm the average for an American woman. Do you have any family members whose beliefs or ways of life completely embarrass you? YUP YUP YUP YUP. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? I don't know. Have you ever injured anyone in self-defense? No. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? In relation to its portion sizes, oatmeal or eggs. I can't have a whole lot of either. I wouldn't say I eat either a lot, but oatmeal is more common. Have you ever heard people talking badly about you behind your back? Did you confront them about it? Yes, and in at least two instances. Do you consider “home” to be the place you were born, or is it somewhere you create for yourself? I consider it to be my childhood home; not the one I was actually born in, but only because I was way too young to remember and we only lived there like, maybe two years into my life. Have you ever experienced having to leave your home due to a fire, or due to the threat of fire? No, thankfully. When was the last time you felt you were in a dangerous situation? When we had a serious tornado warning Christmas Eve. Yes. In winter. Are there any superstitions that you believe in? Which ones and what are your reasons for doing so? No. Are there any series of books/films that you never finished - either because you got bored of waiting or just lost interest? Oh, I'm sure. I Wouldn't say I lost interest in a lot though, I just wasn't interested enough, like for The Hunger Games. Which theme park is your favorite? I haven't been to nearly enough to know. Like, just one. Do you eat healthy? I try to be, at least. Though I've been doing very poorly about it lately because I'm a emotional goddamn eater and am having a very hard time. Do/did your parents fight often? They're divorced for a reason. Do YOU fight with them often? No. Would you say that you're respectful? I hope so. Are you a fan of Green Day? Yeah, I love them. Would you rather have 4 kids at one time or never have a kid? Jesus Christ, never. I don't want any anyway. Do you think 'friends with benefits' relationships really ever work? No. Do you or have you ever known a drug addict? Yes. Do you turn off the water while brushing your teeth or leave it on? I always turn it off. No reason to waste it. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Lots, if you include my half-siblings. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? I tend to find them cute. What's your homepage when you bring up the internet? Google. Was the last book you read for fun or was it for some type of assignment? It was for fun. Have you ever dated someone you met online? Yes. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Depends on who's asking. Do you own any band tees? Oh, I have lots. Off the top of my head, some that I frequently wear are Metallica, Otep, and Korn. Do you know someone who wears a wig? No. Have you ever kissed someone under fireworks? I don't think so. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? I strongly prefer the Olive Garden kind, but I also enjoy ranch. What genre of music do you listen to the most? Metal of some sort. Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? No. Do you personally know any cops? No. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Not much at all. How confident are you in achieving your dreams? I ain't got the slightest clue by this point in my life. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? There's a lot of things, most bad, some good. Do you have to take medication for any mental illness? A lot. Do you like looking at pictures? It depends on what's in them. Specifically pictures from my past, that's usually a big no. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I guess in very vague ways. Which family member do you get along with the most? Well, define "get along with." I by far have the strongest relationship with my mom, but we fight sometimes. As for who I stay on the most stable ground with, that's probably my dad. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? I know I couldn't, but I'd love to. How did you meet your newest friend? Who even IS my newest friend... Have you ever watched the show Teen Mom? What did you think about it? No, and I think it's an awful fucking idea for a television show. Put a spotlight on and money into teen pregnancy, yeah, that's a genius plan. Are you old enough to remember MySpace? Yeah. Do you think you’ll be a good mother/father? I wouldn't be. Do you have trouble deleting your text messages? I don't need to. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No. Have you ever been called a tease? Yeah. Do people ever make fun of your religion or lack thereof? No. Do you say/do things a lot for shock effect? No? What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I probably told my nephew Ryder he was a good brother. Was one of your grandpas in a war? Maybe? Idk. I never knew either well at all. Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yes. What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric. Have you ever ordered something off a commercial on television? No. What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed. Do you still consider Pluto a planet? Yes. Didn't they reinstate it as one, anyway? Right now, are you at a high, leveled, or low point? What's lower than "low?"

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''i am machine'' by three days grace

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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Snart Siblings Day Out

Another long forgotten Lisa Snart Appreciation Week fic. (Takes place anytime before LOT, probably before Lewis' death).

They had just succeeded in a successful raid of the bank yesterday afternoon. Fortunately the Scarlet Speedster was too late for once and they made off with ten thousand dollars, three diamonds necklaces and various other weaponry from the guards. It had been a good day.

Mick was sprawled out on the couch, nursing his hangover from their celebratory drinks at the club last night and using a bunch of stolen wallets and burned out cigarettes as a mashed up pillow.

Leonard decided he would take advantage of the day to go to the movies. Specifically a Star Wars Marathon.

Lisa had a feeling that her nerd of a brother would go to the Marathon after she had saw the ad on TV, some anniversary for the main character's birthday or something stupid like that. When she realized he planned the heist the day before, and the back up plan to go into motion the day after said marathon, she just knew it. Her brother had always been a Star Wars fan since he was 5 years old.

Even the-"oh so important, nothing else matters, Lisa, you can schedule your date for another time, no you can not make out with him while you're on watch" missions took a backseat where Star Wars was concerned.

Normally Lisa wouldn't have joined him, but all there was to do today was either watch Mick be a big baby about his hangover or laze around town until the clubs opened up. She chose the movies.

The marathon started at 9 in the morning so to kill time, Lisa bought tickets to a early Disney movie that was airing for the little kids.

"Really Lisa?" Leonard said when he saw the tickets she bought. "Disney? I thought we had your 34 birthday two moths ago, not your 6th.”

"Well do you wanna watch Disney or do you wanna watch something called Dams: A architectural documentary? Besides it would be something to sleep through." Lisa said, matter of factly.

"I swear if anyone sees us watching this, I'm putting all of it on you." Leonard grimaced, pulling up the hood of his signature blue parka, hiding his face.

What she didn't mention was that it was Pinocchio. Lisa always had an attachment to the movie when she was younger. God how many times did she wear a blue dress to school and wave a wand around her room, singing? And she would always look for the wishing star.

But Leonard had also become acquainted to the movie, whenever he would have taken of her when she was younger, she would make him watch it with her. And sometimes he would sing.

Not many people knew this secret talent. But he was a good singer. Not just good, but great. He had a deep baritone and steady voice that followed through the pitches, whenever he sang, she thought of the song like a warm barrier around her.

That usually had been because of circumstance though. She would make him sing it to her before she fell asleep, or when she had a nightmare or when Lewis had one of his lessons.

He would crawl into whatever nook she had burrowed herself into, and hug her and sing to her until she stopped crying or until she fell asleep. The song always gave her that stupid childish hope that maybe Lewis wasn't their real father, that he had just stolen them and their real parents, the perfect kind were looking for them.

She glanced at Lenny's direction to see if he noticed the choice of movie. If he had, he wasn't fazed. His posture didn't relax or tense and his face was shrouded by the furry hood.

After the whole "Once upon a dream" song, Lisa slow dropped off to sleep. Really besides the big song, the movie was a snoozer. Leonard shook her awake, and they joined the long line of mega-nerds, some in costumes, awaiting to enter the theater.

When they entered, they were stuck in the front row, craning their heads back to see the screen, stuck between a blob creature and a guy with a tentacle shirt whose tentacles kept sneaking into her lap and popcorn.

Already refreshed from her other nap, she was agonizingly awake during the movie. It was a painful, slow moving torture that people called a "masterpiece of cinematic art" or at least people like her brother anyway. Really "cinematic art?"

She zoned out during the first half, so she was completely lost during the second half and second movie, and she couldn't go get a third popcorn refill because the aisle was crowded with legs and dorks that booed her every time she blocked their view of the screen.

Last ditch effort, she pulled out her phone and started playing Trivia Crack. She looked up to see Len glaring at her. "Turn it off.” he hissed "No one's paying attention. Not breaking the law here." "The light is distracting from the movie" he whispered "No it isn't. It's just a little thing compared to the huge 50 ft screen." "Yes but you keep clicking the keyboard, and some people are trying to listen to what they are saying." Leonard retorted "Oh you can't hear what they're saying? You really must be getting into your old age. The sound is giving me a..." She was cut off abruptly when Leonard grabbed her phone and firmly placed his other hand ontop of her mouth.

"This is my favorite part so shut it. He hissed. His hand wouldn't get off her mouth, no matter how many times she licked or bit it. He seemed to be lost in the world of the ugly green midget man.

Finally five and half hours later, they left the theater. Lisa practically ran out the door and kissed the sweet, fresh, cold ground.

Between the comfy woolen seats, and all the warm bodies, her leather outfit and his hand on her face, she was as sweaty as when Shawna dared Mick to spend the whole day in a incinerator.

They started to head for their parking space when she saw, faintly in the distance. A light blue café with a swirling ice cream cone. "Is that..." "Leo's Ice Cream" Leonard whispered.

Leo's Ice Cream was a place that their grandfather often took Leonard, saying it was his special place because of the coincidental name. Lisa barely remembered it, but when Leonard told stories, it sounded like he had just been there the day before. He had been very fond of their grandfather. Something about a greater father figure.

"Wanna go?" Lisa asked him. Leonard seemed to be making choosing whether to treat himself to his childhood memory or keep on with his ice cold criminal facade, which he chose the latter.

"No. It's fine. Let's go home." he said stiffly.

"But isn't the skating rink near by the café?" Lisa asked, innocently. "Well, yes" Leonard conceded. "Then let's go" Lisa dragged her brother by the arm as she raced down the streets to the round, grey building while Leonard stumbled to keep pace like an old man.

They entered the rink, and Lisa breathed in the cold, hair stinging smell of fresh ice. Another childhood memory of hers. She used to love to figure skate when she was younger. Other children wanted to be prima ballerinas. She wanted to be a prima ice skater ever since she had first visited the rink on a class field trip when she was 7.

Lewis, of course, had heartily disapproved. He needed her at home, to help with his jobs and be his punching bag and occasional cook. He didn't need his daughter to be trampling around the ice, looking like a sparkly, spandaxed idiot. Leonard was the one who supported her. He drove her to the rink, watched a few practices and when money got tight, flirted with her skating teacher to get free lessons.

As she grew older, and admittedly more cynical, she grew out of ice skating dreams, but continued to practice until she was in high school because Lenny seemed so happy to see her happy.

She laced up her rental skates and glided out to the ice. Muscle memory returning as she felt the slick floor beneath her blades.

Her muscles tensed as she returned to the familiar movement of glide-step-glide-step-turn. The wind sloshing past her ears, the world seemed to fade away, and dip and swirl as she did. She perform two triple lutz and five figure eights before returning to wear Leonard was by the plexiglass door.

"Are you gonna join me or what?" Lisa challenged, sharply turned with her time ick sending a shower of sparks.

"Just wanted to watch you get the jumping out of your system. Don't need to get another head cut."

Lisa sheepishly grinned, that might have happened a few times. She could get really lost in the moment.

Leonard slowly walked out onto the ice. He was a decent skater, but he mostly kept to the side as she glided around performing for the awestruck toddlers and their parents.

She kept it up for a few more turns until she felt her muscles cry out for a break. Lisa walked back to the rental and slowly took off her skates. She forgot how much fun she had doing that, the utter freedom of movement around on the ice. "Nice going sis, haven't lost your touch" Leonard drawled, slowly clapping. Lisa smiled in turn.

They walked out of the rink, and Lisa announced she was choosing the place for dinner. She briskly walked him across the street, to the little blue café. "Lisa, I..you don't need.. I a-” Leonard stammered.

"I insist Lenny, it's my treat. We all need a nice ice cream" Lisa waved off his protests as she took out her credit card.

They settled to an outside table, silently people-watching and eating their order. He neatly devouring his banana split. Lisa smiled as she watched him eat, taking note of his care-free face and his eyes that seemed to be thinking of some other time.

Contrary to what people may believe, but she wasn't so entirely self-absorbed. She knew how much Leonard loved her and how far he would go to protect her and make her happy. Honestly, it overwhelmed her sometimes. She felt she could never match up to his generosity and kindness to him. Never repay the fact that he had been her pillar of support, her biggest confidence, protector and cheerleader, and above all, someone who cared about her.

So sometimes, when she was able to make him smile like this with a small treat, she felt she was giving something back to the guy who practically was her father. Sure, it wasn't big or showy but she had a feeling he could get the meaning behind it.

He didn't have many happy childhood memories to look back on, at least this was one she could remind him of. "Tell me about our grandfather" Lisa said, and Leonard launched into a vivid description of their grandfather's kind, blue eyes among other things.

"He was the one he always believed in my skills." Leonard sighed, looking uncharacteristically mournful, "He was the one who told me to do what I'm good at, and to think and to act with a brain."

"I mean I can't encourage you like he did. But I'm on your side. I always will be if you need me. Don't forget that, no matter how many times you get sent to jail, there's someone on your side. You're not gonna be alone as long as I'm around." You're not alone, Lenny" Lisa murmured softly, Leonard gave a small smile.

They quickly moved on to less touchy subjects and started discussing any random thought that came to their head, from the Star Wars marathon to books to heists to the Scarlet Speedster.

"And what's up with his speeches? He sounds like some 50s superhero. I'm here in the name of justice, and to arrest you for robbery, grand theft auto and mercenary." Lisa crowed.

"Don't forget making him look bad." Leonard smirked.

"Oh yeah, we defiantly make him look bad."

Soon the sun started to set, and the afternoon lights turned to a light lilac. The walked silently back to the car with their own thoughts. Lisa felt a sense of stability and contentment she hadn't felt in a long time.

She wouldn't mind having more days like this. Just hanging out without doing any villainy or kidnapping. Sure, they would probably be back at it two days later but this was just as nice.

Leonard went into the driver's seat of their pick up and Lisa called dibs on shotgun out of habit from competing with Mick and sometimes Hartley when he joined the missions.

Lisa gazed out at Central City's skyline, and her ears perked up when she heard a familiar tune being hummed next to her. "Really Lenny?"

"Because of you whenever I hear that song it gets stuck in my head for the whole day" Leonard snarled, but Lisa could see his smirk behind the tone of voice, and started to sing along.

"When you wish upon a star, doesn't matter who you are..." Leonard's low alto joined in "Anything your heart's desire, your dreams come true."

It was so stupid how this song made her feel so freakin hopeful.

They stopped at the warehouse, and after Leonard locked the car doors, he gave her a quick, one sided hug and dis tangled himself from her.

"So that was nice." Leonard he muttered "Yeah" Lisa nodded. They both could feel the unspoken thought between them. It had been nice, it was just a small reminder that they cared for each other.

Next time they should bike around town. Lisa remembered that motorcycles races against her brother was another memory that was fun to try.

Besides there was a cool jewelry store right by Leo's Ice Cream that had some great stuff to steal. You know, for family bonding days.

#lisa snart #leonard snart #golden glider #captain cold #the flash #snart siblings #day out #my fanfic #my fanfiction #lisa snart appreciation week

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livvywrites · 5 years

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a writeblr re-introduction

Hello writeblr!

So, I did one of these intro things a couple of months back, but that was before I figured out how writeblr worked—which meant it felt like it was time for a re-introduction!

My name is Libby, but you can call me Livvy if you like—since that’s the name I plan to publish under! My main-blog is over at @ladytauria, where I do a lot of reblogging of things I like. I’m a 21 year old ace writer living in the US Central time zone, though I keep odd hours which lead to… erratic posting. I’m an avid reader and I love hearing about other people’s writing—particularly in the vein of worldbuilding and characters. So why don’t you give this a reblog if you write:

fantasy or sci-fi of any kind

LGBTQ+ and/or POC leads

a main F/F romance

Also give this a reblog if you post (or reblog):

writing tips and advice

relatable writer things

tag/ask games

moodboards and/or aesthetics

character intros

setting intros & other worldbuilding posts

excerpts of your writing

If you hit any of those boxes, I’ll give you a follow XD

As for myself, I primarily write sci-fi and fantasy, with a focus on LGBT and POC characters.

My main novel is known as THE MARTYR QUEEN the first in an epic fantasy series of indeterminate length. It follows ALINORA MYNERVA, an elven princess who lost her homeland years ago. When she’s visited by the Reaper Elaena, she’s told things are more complicated than they appear. Fate has betrayed the rest of the gods, and convinced the usurper it is his divine mission to end the world and become god of the next. Alinora is the only one who can stand against them, being as she was never meant to exist. Alinora and Elaena are joined by the Slaeyr heirs Lyr and Ava; the pirate and magical genius Talitha Jade; and Alinora’s long estranged Slaeyr sister, Aishlynn Mynerva. With their help, Alinora intends to retake her kingdom… even if it means she has to die trying.

You can find more about it, including a masterlist of everything I’ve posted, through a link in my bio!

Please feel free to flood my inbox or shoot me a message! I love hearing about people’s WIPs and getting asked about my own. (I also really just love making writer friends!!)

For some non-writing things about me, you can click the readmore!

I live with my grandparents in the country. Well, country might be a bit of a stretch. They do own a lot of land, but we only live about a mile outside of town, and have some neighbors nearby. Unfortunately, the area only offers satellite internet, which isn’t too bad most of the time, but doesn’t support things like streaming or big downloads. (On the plus side, this has saved my wallet, as I tend to really think before I buy a game, since I usually have to go somewhere else to buy them.)

I struggle with some health issues, some of which haven’t been identified yet. (Getting to the doctor is hard when you can’t drive and your grandparents are busy!) The main issue is… well. My doctor diagnosed me with asthma, but only because I was/am too young to be diagnosed with COPD. I probably have a combination, to tell the truth. Breathing can be a struggle, especially on hot/humid days. I’ve lived with that my whole life, though—the thing I struggle with most is sleep. I’m always tired, even when I’ve slept between 8 and 12 hours. I have a hard time falling asleep, staying asleep, and getting good sleep. This means days where I have the mental energy to write are… erratic. On the plus side, when I do write, I can churn out 2k or more words, so! Not all bad 😉

Mentally, I deal with anxiety and depression, though the anxiety far more so! It’s primarily social but there’s some general in there too. I have a hard time reaching out to people but I’m always, always happy to talk! Please feel free to message me, flood my inbox, whatever! <3

Enough about my issues, let’s get to the fun stuff, shall we!

I enjoy playing video games—particularly Morrowind, Oblivion, Skyrim, the Dragon Age series, the Mass Effect series, the Uncharted series, Portal, the Sims, and a variety of others.

My music taste is varied, and I like a little bit of everything, though I tend to stick to pop and… I guess you would call it dark pop??? I dunno??? Oh, and Epic Orchestral stuff. (Preferably with lyrics. I like to sing.) Favorite artists would be Kesha, Taylor Swift, Ruelle, Fleurie, Sam Tinnesz, Karliene, VON GREY, SVRCINA, and Avril Lavigne. And honestly, probably more than that. I listen to a lot of different artists and songs, so I could list forever.

I don’t watch a lot of TV, but some shows I enjoyed in the past were Once Upon a Time (up until season 5); Supernatural (up until Season 10); Stranger Things (so not caught up); She-Ra and the Princesses of Power; Steven Universe (so behind); both Avatar series; and an obscure little Disney show by the name of Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go. Due to the internet streaming issue, though, it’ll be a while before I can catch up on any of those. At least, not if I want to go through Netflix. (I can stream off Wi-Fi on my phone, but I don’t have Netflix on there, nor enough space to download it!)

Movies I’m a lot more varied on. My top favorites (at the moment) are Clueless, Into the Spiderverse, Lord of the Rings, the Hobbit, Moana, and Tangled.

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soocouldbemyonlystar · 5 years

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Chaebols: Music Man Pt 1

Genre: Chaebols AU/ fluff/ future smut

Length:4.7k

cover edited by @lalahs85

He hid in the darkness, just beyond the reach of the neon signs and flickering street lamps. They extended out like fingers of light threatening to pull him into view. It wanted to give him away, present him to the two bull-sized henchmen that inched down the street. The men scanned the area for him and Park Chanyeol felt his impatience would reveal him.

How they had managed to follow him this far was beyond him. Chanyeol had spent the better part of his fife evading his father’s men, whether it was escaping to play as a child or sneaking out as a rebellious teen to hang out with his best friends. He’d kept them from finding Minseok’s house where he had been staying, but they seemed to have caught his scent in this tiny part of town.

Chanyeol peeked out from the hood of his sweater, following the men with his eyes until they were out of sight. Cautiously, he slipped into the little dive bar. The only reason he came to this area. He had discovered the Blue Lounge when he was looking for a place to bring the guys to celebrate Kyungsoo’s engagement and up-coming wedding. But he liked the atmosphere and it quickly became an escape for him.

Shedding his jacket and hoodie, Chanyeol found his usual table was empty and took his seat. It was his favorite spot, far enough from the stage that his ears wouldn’t ring badly, and just to the side so patrons standing wouldn’t block his view of the band.

Those damn hound dogs his dad had sent after him caused Chanyeol to be late. It was surprising his table was empty. The nights entertainment should be on soon and the bar tended to get crowded on nights when there was live music.

The little server came quickly to take his order, “You look like you need something a bit stronger than a beer. Scotch tonight?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes stared straight ahead into a void. Chanyeol had come here enough, sat in her section enough times that she was aware of his moods and drinking habits. He didn’t know her name, but he knew she would take care of him.

The bad moods had been more frequent these days. He had come clean to his father about his desire to produce music for their entertainment company and not to run the entire business. Chanyeol knew his father would be angry, but business and politics were of no interest to him. There was a blow out, hurtful words exchanged, and Chanyeol had left his parents place. He’d been staying at Minseok’s house for over a month now.

It was no surprise his father had men looking for him now. With a tail on him any time he was spotted in public it was a wonder he managed to keep Minseok’s house and this bar under his father’s radar. Tonight, his problems weighed heavy on him and Chanyeol hadn’t been as diligent about losing his tail. He only hoped the men wouldn’t make the connection.

A hint of light broke through the darkness in Chanyeol’s mind. A melody that was beautiful, but a bit sad at the same time. The voice accompanying it had Chanyeol raising his eyes from the second glass of scotch he hadn’t realized the server had brought to find her on stage behind a keyboard.

It was the reason he loved this bar, they had live music almost every night. Of all the times he’s been here, he had never seen her on stage. Chanyeol was transfixed. Her voice was clear with a bit of an old-timey sound to it. There was a fire there that Chanyeol thought was better than the scotch. Her fingers slid over the keys, expertly creating a sound that was unlike he had heard out right now.

He blinked away his surprise, and pulled out his phone, setting it up to take a video. She played another five songs, two covers of popular songs that made most of the other bar-goers stand and clap to the beat and three other originals that had Chanyeol sitting on the edge of his seat, chomping at the bit. This is what he needed. This girl, her music, her sound. He could do something with that. He could make something incredible with her.

As she introduced the band, who had finally decided to show up, Chanyeol decided. He would do whatever necessary for this woman to work with him. He pulled out his wallet and found the business card his father had tried to bribe him with, the one that read Park Chanyeol, Producer, and moved to the bar to find a pen. For the first time in a month, Chanyeol felt his smile grow past the façade.

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“Yeon-hee, please. The band is going to be late. Just for a little while, just till they get here.” Ji Daewon begged hands folded together in front of him.

“I don’t know, oppa. You know I haven’t played my songs in front of a crowd in a long time.” Kim Yeon-hee shook her head. She moved around him to fill her drink orders.

“I know. Please, Yeon-hee, save me just this once.” Daewon swiveled back around to step in her way again, shaking his folded hands vigorously in her face, “Just thirty minutes. They said they are thirty minutes out.”

Yeon-hee sighed, noticing a customer walk in, one her usual. “I have a customer, give me a minute to think about it.”

She took her tray of drinks out, a beer for glasses guy, soju for weird nose guy, a fruity thing to the flirty girl that annoyed the crap out of her, then she made her way to the music man. He had been a regular for a few months now, first coming with a group of friends for a bachelor party type celebration. She called him the music man because he continued to return, typically on the days they had live music, and sat alone, watching the show.

At first, he was lively and loud, easily making friends in the bar but after a few weeks he had become quiet. He seemed lost in his thoughts most of the time, and she had a feeling this was not his usual personality. She didn’t peg him for bipolar, he just had a lot on his mind. Music man didn’t look like he was happy.

She approached cautiously, “You look like you need something a little stronger than your usual beer. Scotch this round?”

“Yeah,” he replied without even looking up at her.

Yep, he was having another bad night. It was a shame that his bright eyes were darkened by whatever issue had been plaguing him. He would perk up some when the music started. Only that wouldn’t be for another thirty minutes or so. He should be okay until then.

Yeon-hee grabbed his drink quickly, setting it down on her way to clean up a table in the back. She didn’t want to admit it, but she missed the kind smile the music man flashed around the place when he first came. His laugh was infectious and there wasn’t anyone who he wasn’t instantly friends with. Seeing him go from that to the silent, solemn man who sat there now, was dis-heartening.

She peered over her shoulder where he sat. Music man looked even more warry than normal. He stared into the distance, swirling the already half drank snifter on the table. She couldn’t stand it. Why his mood mattered was something Yeon-hee couldn’t explain, but if it was music he needed to cheer up, she would get it to him. She took her tray back to the kitchen, passing Daewon on the way.

“I’ll do it.” She told him before she grabbed the music man another scotch. Yeon-hee laughed at the scream of excitement Daewon barked, dropped the scotch off to the music man and made her way to the stage. The house instruments were already set up, and Yeon-hee ran a few practice bars to warm up her fingers and voice, then addressed the crowd.

“The Blue Lounge would like to welcome everyone here tonight.” She began. “Mercury is running just a little late. So, it will be my pleasure to entertain you until they arrive. I’m a little rusty, you guys, so take it easy on me. This first one is called Sing to Me.”

Just how she had practiced a million times in this very spot, before the bar opened, she let her fingers lazily play over the keys. The song was slow, and sad, one that she had written when she left her parents in the states and moved to meet her mother’s family in South Korea. Her parents didn’t understand that she didn’t feel like herself there, with an American father and a Korean mother, she didn’t feel like she fit. Amanda Thompson, her American name, wasn’t real to her. Her mother’s family had been accepting, so she took her Korean name and her mother’s family name, Kim Yeon-hee, and left her old self behind. At that time, she had just wanted someone who understood her.

“Sing to me again.

Sing the words I cannot

understand, but your meaning

is too clear. Your warm

bourbon sound vibrates deep

into my black-hole heart, it

pulls the ragged breath

from my chest and I am

free again.”

Yeon-hee was in her element. She loved the stage and singing, making music all together. She loved her voice, raw but still even, and a little more sensual than she usually meant to be, but it mixed well with the type of music she made. Yeon-hee felt like she could finally speak when she was playing her music and singing her own songs. She was free, able to be who and what she was, not having to fit into the tidy molds society deemed were appropriate. When she performed she was a sun, burning hot, and lighting up.

Yeon-hee glanced up at the music man, curiosity becoming too much for her. She almost forgot the lyrics as she saw him. Yeon-hee had meant to cheer him up a little, but the look on his face was something more akin to fascination. He stared at her, intently, his eyes wide, and a ridiculously large smile on his face. They seemed to sparkle.

Yeon-hee thought for a moment that it was what pure excitement looked like. She quickly shook that thought out of her head. Though she was proud of her music, she doubted it would cause him to grin like a child at Disney World. But still, the way he watched her was unnerving. A chill ran down her spine. She wasn’t scared, he didn’t give off that vibe, but she had a sinking feeling that she’d just gotten in over her head. That smile meant trouble for her.

The next song she played was a cover of a song that was popular at the moment. It was fast-paced and she was pleasantly pleased when people started to stand and dance. The last song was another original. A ballad, not a slow as the first song, but with a deeper meaning than the second. In all, she ended up playing six songs, and the music man never took his eyes off her. Finally, she saw the sign from Daewon that the band had arrived.

“Thank you,” Yeon-hee laughed as they applauded, “but your real entertainment is here. Give it up for Mercury!”

She clapped as she welcomed the band on stage and then returned behind the bar. She glanced back at the music man one last time, but his table was empty. Yeon-hee pouted, and she was very uncomfortable with the amount of disappointment she felt at his disappearance. As she rounded the corner of the bar a hand wrapped around her wrist. She tried jerked away, anyone who was a regular knew Yeon-hee didn’t put up with being grabbed, but there were still the newbies who didn’t know better. She had to put them in their place every once and a while, but before she could put the hurt on him, Yeon-hee recognized those eyes.

The music man lifted the corner of his lips in a crooked smile, as if he was waiting for her to attack him. She held her captured wrist in between them, her eyes narrowed, her skin burning where he touched her.

“I know you know better than to grab me.” She reminded him, referring to when he witnessed what happened to the last man who grabbed her a few weeks ago. The man had tried to press charges for assault against her, but the police laughed it off.

His smile widened as he gently released her wrist, “I know, but I need a pen.”

Yeon-hee eyed him suspiciously but took the few steps to the register and grabbed her pen, slapping it down on the bar in front of him. She didn’t know how it was possible, but his smile widened even more. With a roll of her eyes, she walked away to find Daewon.

That was a mistake.

“I need another favor.” Daewon told her. This time there were no whistles and bells, no complements. Yeon-hee knew that even though he said favor, she would have no choice in the matter. “I just got a call, I need to leave, and I don’t think I’ll be back before close. I need you to stay and manage the bar while I’m gone and close up.”

“Oppa,” she whined, “I’ve closed every day this week, you promised I could get off early tonight.”

“I know, but I need your help, cousin.” He shrugged, “I’ll give you an extra day off next week for it. Don’t forget the guy is bringing the cases of that new beer for us to try, I’ll have Kim Sunghyun come to bounce if you need him.”

Yeon-hee sighed. “Yeh,” she knew there was no point in arguing. He was dirty for pulling the cousin card.

The worst part about being on stage for Yeon-hee was stepping off it. All her other duties seemed so mundane compare to the rush of the stage. Even a small venue like The Blue Lounge didn’t lessen the exhilaration she experienced while playing her music. Her mother had been a piano prodigy studying in New York when she met Yeon-hee’s father, music was in her blood. She didn’t need to be a big star, if she could continue writing and singing, she was content.

Yeon-hee split her section between Kang Chun-ja and Jin Eun-hye and stayed behind the bar. The music man ordered a water instead of another scotch, and sat quietly at the end of the bar, seemingly disinterested in the band playing. Seemingly watching every move she made. For hours. She wanted to be annoyed, normally she would be, but the distant, sad look he had entered the bar with was long gone.

The guy with the cases of beer came at mid-night. A little late to be dropping off cases of beer, but it was the deal Daewon had made with the brewer and Yeon-hee wasn’t going to question. She motioned to Sunghyun to keep his attention up, pulled Chun-ja to the bar and started to the door that lead to the back of the bar. The music man was the last customer before the door, and his eyes were still on her.

Suddenly she had a bright idea. Sunghyun couldn’t leave the girls in the bar to unload, but that didn’t mean she had to do it on her own. And she could find out why the man kept staring at her. Yeon-hee stopped at the end of the bar and leaned over to speak to her stalker.

“Music man, you look like you have something to say to me.” She yelled over the music.

“Possibly,” he leaned into her to so that she could hear him better.

“Then follow me.” She shrugged and walked through the door to the storage area.

She wasn’t sure he would at first, the back of the bar was quieter having the barrier from the loud band and she didn’t hear him follow, but after a minute the tall man pushed his way through the door. He strode up, hands in his pockets and stood before her, eyes wide, blinking innocently, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Normally, I bounce men who sit at the bar and stare at me like a creep for two hours, but I’m feeling generous tonight. I’m going to let you pay for it in physical labor. You can unload these crates of beer for me, and I’ll give you five minutes to say what you want. Or, I can have Sunghyun kick you out. It’s up to you.” She explained simply.

He laughed, blushing, as he rubbed the palm of his hand into his eye. “If you’re so worried about me staring at you, why would you bring me back here? Wouldn’t you be worried I could attack you?”

It was her turn to laugh, “I’m from New York, I know how to defend myself. Also, Sunghyun will be back here in five minutes to check on me. So, you don’t have much time to try something. No, the way I see it, you have something to do with the music industry. You come here on days we have music, stay for the show and leave. I’ve been serving you here for almost three months and you haven’t given me a second look until you saw me on stage. It’s the music. And if I’m going to have to listen to a pitch, or an offer, I might as well get something accomplished while I’m at it.”

He shrugged, “Fair enough, show the way.”

And he did help. The man carried nine of the twelve crates of beer and placed them where she needed. He even crowbarred open the crate for her so she could guarantee the product. He was quick and efficient and didn’t make mention of anything while he was working. And watching him carry the crates was an added bonus. Yeon-hee congratulated herself on such a stellar idea. He didn’t even realize Sunghyun never showed up.

When the delivery man was paid and gone, she turned to him. “Your five minutes starts now.”

“Did you write those songs?” He asked.

“You’re going to waste your five minutes asking questions?”

“It’s important.” He urged.

“Yes, I wrote them. And before you ask, no I don’t want a record deal, I like getting to write and play my own music without a company telling me what I can and can’t do.” It was her worst nightmare, being censored, not being able to really say what was in her heart.

The man ignored her, “That minor chord change in Sing to Me, on the third verse, was…” he closed his eyes as if to remember, “genius. There was so much raw emotion.”

Well that was not what she expected. “Yeah, thanks.”

“You’re really good. I’m not a label exec. I don’t have a record deal for you, but I’m a producer, and I would really like to work with you. I think we could write some amazing songs together.”

Was this guy for real? Yeon-hee stared at him as if he were a ghost. What was she supposed to say to that?

“Look, I’m legit,” he handed her a card, “it’s not a trick, I really loved what I heard earlier, and I think we could do something great together.”

She accepted the card and looked down at it in a daze. PCY Entertainment, Park Chanyeol, Producer. She had heard of PCY Entertainment before, it was one of the biggest entertainment companies in the world. No way this guy worked for them.

“How do I know this is real and you didn’t just have a bunch of whack cards made up?” She questioned.

He sighed and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, producing a driver’s license with his photo and the name Park Chanyeol.

“Look, it will just take you a second to look me up on Naver, you can find all the information you want.”

“Park Chanyeol. You are a producer for PCY Entertainment?” Yeon-hee was skeptical.

“Yeah, kind of.”

She mulled over the card a little longer. “I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. My music is my own, I don’t really work with other people or collaborate. And I’m not all together sure I trust you.”

“I understand. But if you do decide to work with me, I wrote my personal number on the back of the card. It will be easier to get in contact with me that way.” He told her.

“Um, okay?”

She agreed to that, IF she decided to call him. “I need to get back to the bar and your five minutes are up.”

He nodded and followed her back inside the building. But as she opened the door to the bar area Chanyeol cursed.

“Shit,” he huffed, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back into the storage area again, pressing her up against the wall beside the door with his large body. He held he there, leaning to the side and peeking through a tiny slit he created with the door.

“What is it?” She tried to move to see, and her held her steady, but as she struggled against him, he shoved away from her as if she’d burned him. He turned in circles, looking around the room in a frenzy.

Yeon-hee glanced out of the door. Chun-ja leaned over the bar, speaking to two rather large, ominous looking men. Chun-ja shook her head at them and pointed to the door Yeon-hee was currently standing behind, then started back towards her.

The look on Chanyeol’s face when she turned back to him, had her shook. He looked scared. He ran his hands through his hair as his eyes darted around as if to look for a way to escape. Yeon-hee chest constricted. This man was going to be the end of her. She didn’t know what the problem was, but this terrified child act was cutting right through her.

Yeon-hee grabbed Chanyeol by the shirt and yanked him forward, pulling him away from the center of the aisle and shoved him behind the door. She landed hard against his chest. Chanyeol held her steady. Yeon-hee looked up, their faces inches apart. At this distance, Yeon-hee decided his eyes were shaped like diamonds. How had she never noticed how truly handsome he was.

‘Because, you are seeing someone and this man is a stranger, you doof.’ She thought to herself.

“Eonni,” Chun-ja called.

Yeon-hee blinked coming to her sense. She pushed herself away from Chanyeol’s chest, grabbing the clipboard from the wall next to his head and coming around the door to see Chun-ja.

“What’s up?” She could barely control the sound of her voice.

“There are two men here that want to speak with you.” Chun-ja sighed as if the ten steps and two breaths it took to give her the message was such an inconvenience.

“Tell them I’ll be out in a few minutes. I need to finish up back here.”

Chun-ja clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes before she released the door and walked out. As the door closed, Chanyeol stepped forward, smoothing the wrinkles in his shirt.

“Thanks for that.” He chewed the side of him bottom lip as he finally looked at her.

“What trouble have you brought here?” Yeon-hee demanded.

Chanyeol shook his head with a sigh, “No trouble. They’re not going to hurt anyone. They just want to take me somewhere I’m not ready to go yet. But, it’s probably better that you tell them you don’t know me, and I’ve never been here.”

Yeon-hee crossed her arms. He wasn’t being forthcoming with the information, and she didn’t trust him in the least, but there was something about him that Yeon-hee recognized. She felt protective. He reminded her of Amanda Thompson, the girl who was misunderstood and didn’t fit in anywhere, the girl who fled from her home to another country to find herself. She had, but he hadn’t. He was still searching, and Yeon-hee felt that pull, like she needed to help him.

She thought for a minute, that it would be better for her to tell the men he was here. They would take him, and he probably wouldn’t return. But the thought of that made her physically ill.

“Go out the back, through the ally. I’ll keep them occupied long enough for you to get away.” She pointed to the back door. “You will have to come back for your jacket and hat later.”

“Talented and kind.” The corner of his lips turned up in a smirk that made Yeon-hee’s heart flutter. “You really are something else.”

She nodded her head to the door, “Go.”

“Wait, what’s your name?”

“Yeon-hee,” she said reluctantly.

“Thank you, Yeon-hee.” he whispered as he backed away and slipped out of the back door.

Hell, she was saving everyone tonight!

Yeon-hee turned stepped back into the bar, walking to the two hulking men who waited at the far side. The band was done and disassembling their equipment, making the lounge deathly quiet, and Yeon-hee felt as if she were walking to the firing squad. She quickly shook away the feeling, but the look on the two men was not a friendly one.

“How can I help you gentlemen?” She asked.

The larger man on her right, who she decided was Big Boy, held up a picture of the Music Man.

No, Park Chanyeol, she knew his name now.

“Have you seen this man in here before?” He asked, “None of your staff seems to remember, but the girl at the bar said she may have seen you go to the back with him earlier.”

Damn Chun-ja, the girl needed her jaw wired shut.

Yeon-hee peered at the picture studying it hard, as if she had never seen the face before.

“I went to the back with a distributor earlier, but it wasn’t that man. I can’t say I’ve seen him here and I would know, I’m usually here every night.” She lied, but she couldn’t say she was all that convincing.

The smaller man on the left scoffed. “Are you sure, take another...”

Big boy cut him off, “Do you own this place?”

“No, it’s my cousins bar, but I’m in charge right now, what does that have to do with anything?”

“It’s just a question. Are you sure you don’t recognize this man?” He asked holding up the picture again.

“I think I would remember that face. But you have me curious. Why are you looking for him?” She spat, trying to find any way to stall them.

The little one blurted, “Don’t you know who this is?”

And at that point, Yeon-hee named him Dumber, he obviously wasn’t the bright one of the two.

“No, who is he?”

Big Boy elbowed Dumber in the side before he could reply.

“Let’s just say, his parents are very important people. They just want their wayward son to come home. If he ever comes around, give us a call.” Big Boy handed her a card with a hand-written number scrawled across it.

“I’ll be sure to do that.” She smiled as they turned and walked away. She hoped that was enough time for Chanyeol to escape.

It seemed to be a sickness for her. The need to save people. People who were important to her and people who reminded her of herself before she moved here. She wasn’t the same person who left the states searching for somewhere to belong, but she was still as big a mess as she ever was. And she had a sneaking suspicion that Park Chanyeol would turn what little stability she had into chaos.

Yeon-hee walked back behind the bar to retrieve the check for the band and tossed the card in the trash can on the way. She definitely wouldn’t be calling that number, and after the having to deal with those men for him, she probably wouldn’t be calling Chanyeol either.

Probably.

Authors note: Sing to Me is an original poem written in my advance poetry workshop and is actually inspired by Do Kyungsoo. If you want to read the entire poem just let me know and I will post it.

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What She Really Wants

Thank you @bonniebird for the moodboard!

❛ request | Hi, for the Hvitty weekend could you do prompts #2:"go away and stay away" and #12:"if you didn't want me, you shouldn't have said yes" from your angst list? In the way you think it's best. Thanks!

❛ word count | 1759

❛ genre | multichaptered piece

❛ summary | hvitserk is back. He doesn’t intend to lose this time.

❛ warnings | manipulation, wife selling, some minimal violence, shitty fiances, dark!hvitserk (slightly)

How he lost her, he truly couldn’t say.

It was all a blur of medicine cocktails and tequila with whiskey after she left him. As he moved on… well, things only intensified for Hvitserk Ragnarsson. He fell down the tunnel that was his father’s life; picking up bitches to box up and ship off, take care of debtors and… yeah, brief jail stints. Nothing he couldn’t pay a judge to bury.

That Friday night was spent with one of his girls. One of many little spoiled bitches that he had been fucking on his down time. He lazily stuffed his hands into his warm little joggers. It had easily been fifteen fucking years since high school. Most of his so called classmates were married, cheating and divorced. Shit, not him.

He had that dream once upon a time, man. He dreamed all about stuffing her with his seed. Giving her his babies. Letting her bring them up in the way only she could. His little powdery pink haired princess could have brought them up on k-dramas, cute stupid dances and traveled the god damn world if she would have just stayed.

“Da-adddddyyyy, look at the flower ring!”

God this blonde bitch was annoying. He really needed to replace her already. When she spoke it was like his pin of pigs squealing for their next dinner. Hvitserk snorts, looking into the display case at the ring.

“That is apart of our Enchanted Disney series.” A barrel chested, fat gutted man ambles in his grey suit. His blonde haired, blue eyed fuck lights up like a Christmas tree, cooing his name while the man goes into the specifics of the garnet set into blah blah blah. He digs into his pocket for a cherry lollipop. He’d need his god damn sugar to deal with this bitch today.

“Oh… Mikkel look at it.”

Wait…

Hvitserk’s head shoots up from the glass casing, cast with a silvery lining to another in the same lane. A sweet little pop up reads Aurora. He leans back, his neck extending to the girl standing there.

“I know you like it, (Y/N) but… we don’t have the nineteen thousand for that.”

(Y/N). It was you.

“Daddy are you listening?” The bimbo-- what was her name, Freja, that’s right. He digs into his wallet, pulling free a bill.

“Do me a favor and get the fuck lost.” He leaves her side, walking to where the couple was. He doesn’t bother tapping your shoulder, cloaked by your rose gold ombre hair. Instead he leans in, hands in his pockets.

“Hey babe.” He smoothes with a voice silkier than the rich chocolate ice cream you buy on the weekends. “What’re you looking at?”

On your finger, you had been holding up a lovely ring. An oval morganite is clustered by an arrangement of clear, genuine diamonds. It’s set into a golden band over your ring and god damn, you deserve more than that shit.

“Hvitserk?” You jerk back, tilting your head away from him. He can’t tell if its fear or distrust. “Oh! Hvitserk Ragnarsson!”

“Sup babe.” He moves in between you and your male friend. Friend because he had better be a motherfucking friend, taking your fingers in his hand. His thick… arm pulls you forward. Damn, did he always look like that? He knows you’re thinking just that. “What are you looking at?”

“Look at this shiiit.” He hums. “Aurora, huh? You always liked pink.”

Your friend begins to clear his throat.

“Hvitserk.” Right, shit, manners. Hvitserk tilts the ring, glittering on your fingertips. He looks to the round barreled man, consoling his abandoned date. Or whatever she was meant to be at one point.

“Hey.” He snaps his fingers, pointing down to the ring. “My girl wants this ring. You gonna ring me up or what?”

“No! I mean, no no, Hvitserk that is really… too much. We havent even seen each other in--”

“Fifteen years, yeah, noted.” Hvitserk snorts.

The man you stand with comes around Hvitserk, standing obnoxiously in his way. Shit he was cute, he guessed. He had this undercut around the lightest of honey brown hair, flopping over his narrowed baby blue eyes.

“That’s my wife you’re talking to. She doesn’t need a shiny ring to make her happy.” Mikkel’s voice isn’t nearly as deep as his. He knows how fond you are of his when you’re on your knees, sucking his cock like it was one of the very lollipops in his mouth. Hvitserk clacks his cherry lollipop around the roof of his mouth.

“You really know her?” Hvitserk laughs. “She might say she doesn’t. But she wants it. She always wants it.”

Is it still a ring he’s talking about?

“Listen, asshole.” Mikkel starts-- but lucky for him, you set your hand to Mikkel’s chest to force him to stop.

“A gift would be lovely, Hvitserk. Mikkel, he’s a good man.”

Game, set, match. After all these years, you thought that he would learn. Mikkel looks down upon you like he was about to start some shit… but in a room full of people shrieking: oh that’s so sweet and the bimbo bitch running off in other humiliation, what was he gonna say? What was anyone really going to say?

He pays in cash while you coo at his side. It’s an unnatural high that he feels only with you. You were the one… the only one. Mikkel brews behind you, his chest raising and falling in that toned t-shirt he wears. He can fuck off. The store manager instructs you on the ring while Hvitserk stands back, arms folded triumphantly over one another.

“Go away and stay away.” Mikkel whispers against his grit teeth. “You lost. She’s mine.”

Oh this fucker was going to be a fun one to run off. Hvitserk cocks his flat eyebrow up at him, swaying in place.

“I don’t think so.”

Before your fiance can respond, you turn back to Hvitserk. He hardly expects anything. His payment is in the sugar sweet smile you bring to the table. God, it’s like being a fourteen year old shit head again. He always was but-- gazing across the class at you as you babble on about some physics bullshit he wasn’t nothing to do about. Bending back to see your skirt flip up when you ran up the stairs. Shit, he loved it all. Without so much as a prompt, you tippy toe up and land a kiss square on his cheek.

“Thank you Hvit. It’s gorgeous. You should come to dinner at our house next week. What’s your number?”

NO! Mikkel’s eyes shout. Oh but that’s just too delicious to resist. Placing this useless fuck in an uncomfortable situation sounded good enough… but knowing that you would dress up and it wouldn’t be for this fuck, even better. He pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“She invited him over to the house tomorrow. So I’m giving Mads the keys.”

Mikkel was a terribly predictable young man. He would babble on his phone as he walked out of his car. Each day he worked a six to six graveyard shift. Which was uh, funny, because he didn’t see no god damn reason for him to be doing it when he had a delicious fucking wife at home waiting to be stuffed with his--

Right, Hvitserk didn’t want that.

He didn’t want any part of this man in his wife to be.

“Well she shouldn’t have fucking said yes if she didn’t want me.”

Granted, she probably did fuck this loser. It wasn’t as if she was particularly difficult. He both loves and hates that about her. It was perfect when her legs would spread open, welcoming his dick into her warmth. Yeah, nothing like sliding into you at the end of a long day. But… well, Mikkel? This khaki wearing loser didn’t deserve you.

Not one inch on your immaculate body was made for Mikkel. It was made for Hvitserk. So that’s why he had to do this, he had to! You could always forgive him. After all, didn’t you forgive him with Magnus? It wouldn’t be such a stretch.

I can’t marry someone I don’t trust, Hvit. I’m sorry.

No! No shake off those awful memories.

“Yeah, I know he’s dangerous but she insists he’s gonna be different.” Mikkel rounds about his car, walking into the warehouse. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed the shards of glass from the cameras his steel toed boots cracked over.

He’s never different.

Hvitserk never professed to be either.

“It’s fine.” He says. But oh, oh, oh… it would be far from that. “I’ll catch ya later Magnus.”

He should have just left it as sex back then. But… he wanted more and more. It wasn’t his fault Magnus got in the way. Magnus never did learn.

Neither did Mikkel, because as he scouted out cracked glass at long last, it comes with a baseball bat to the face. Then another just when he was down on the cold, dusky ground. Hvitserk pins Mikkel down by his pasty wrist onto the ground with his boot, lifting the bat just one more time.

“Hey, Mikkel.” He digs his boot in. Mikkel flinches, expecting the bat to come swinging down upon his shoulder. Instead of that, Hvitserk lazily rests the bat over his shoulder. “What’re you doing, baby? Did you slip?”

“Are you fucking crazy?!”

“I think you’re the crazy one here, Mikkel.” Hvitserk grinds his boot into the man’s wrist, shoving him into the jagged edges of the glass. “Went through all this trouble just to hurt yourself.”

“What are you talking about!?” Mikkel barks out. “You hit me in the face!”

“Didn’t do shit.” Hvitserk answers, watching as Mikkel struggled under his boot and caused the glass to shift. Hvitserk grinds his foot down into him. “You’re tryin’ to get away from your wife. Running into poles and shit.”

After a while, it all comes together. Of course he was doing this… there were always rumors on Magnus’s tongue about how in high school, you caught the eye of a Ragnarsson. The very same one who shoves the bat against his sternum, looking down at him with that cocky smile that just sold confidence in his skills.

“Listen. I’ll do you a favour. 20 grand and I’ll take her off your hands.”

Magnus was right. Hvitserk Ragnarsson was definitely insane. But money was money.

“Sold.”

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Have you ever been served breakfast in bed? Sure. When we don’t feel like having breakfast at the table together as a family, my mom just brings up food for us when we wake up. What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? I don’t cook or bake at all but back when we had to do it in home ec, I remember how hard macarons were to make (if this counts). Baking in general demands precision, it’s just that the skill needed to make macarons is pumped up to the max. Are you one to approach others, or let them approach you first? I let people approach me because I’m shy most of the time. When was the last time you took painkillers? Saturday. My toothaches struck once again and I didn’t want to be burdened while at dinner with Gab, so I had to take a painkiller for the second time that day. Have you ever picked flowers out of someone else's garden without asking? No. That’s kind of a dick move.

Who did you give them to, or did you keep them for yourself? What is your favorite thing to do as a little kid? I loved being allowed to play outside. My grandma was very strict with us and would sometimes not allow us to go outside and play with our neighbors – if we were allowed, we only could from 4 to 6 PM. So whenever we got to go out and play it was always really fun, even though I almost always went home sporting a new gash, cut, or wound. Then when we came back home, Nickelodeon would usually have an awesome program schedule, followed by changing the channel to Cartoon Network at 7 so we could watch Pokemon, then we’d flick the channel to Disney because Mr. Bean airs around 9 PM. Are holidays as fun for you now as they were when you were younger? I looked forward to holidays more when I was a kid because it was before a bunch of my relatives migrated to different countries. It’s never the same without them, which is often the case these days. Do you find non-fiction to be boring? I find fictional works to be boring, but I can spend hours reading non-fiction content. Are you a punctual person? Or are you always late? Yes, I hate being late. Do you own a thesaurus? Do you actually use it? I owned a thesaurus because I had to back in grade school, but I’m not sure if I actually ever threw it out or not. Nowadays Google can easily be a thesaurus if I need it for that purpose. What is the longest essay or research paper you have written? It was our final paper for my communication research class last semester. If I remember correctly, it has about 90 pages. Do you ever write your own short stories? I tried doing it when I was 12 or 13, but I didn’t find it fun. Also I was never creative enough for it and got bored real quick. I envy people who can write very good short stories. Have you ever won money by entering a contest/raffle? Raffles are a Filipino favorite and we have a lot of them, so yeah I’ve won some cash here and there. Have you ever lost something very valuable? Of course. The first valuable thing I ever lost was my first ever cellphone, given to me as a 7th birthday gift by my parents; I lost it while on a school field trip. I’ve always felt bad about that. Have you ever lost something with a lot of sentimental value? In high school, I lost a watch that my mom gave me. It was a super pretty watch and again, I haaaaated myself when I realized I had misplaced it. Have you ever been close to drowning? Yes. When I was nine, my cousins and I went for a swim in our clubhouse’s pool. I was swimming at the deep end – which I normally could handle by myself – but suddenly one of my cousins grabbed at my legs which kept me from being able to lift my head above water because it felt like I was being dragged further down. Have you ever had a panic attack? Yes. I haven’t had one in a couple of years though, so I guess that’s good. What stores do you go into when you go to mall? I’m not a big store person when I go malling, but when I do stop by shops, it’s usually stationery stores, bookstores, or stores that sell cute novelty stuff like weird coasters, flasks, alarm clocks, etc. Do you ever stop to eat in the food court? Only if we want a quick snack to get by, like shawarma or corndogs. As much as possible I like eating in sitdown restaurants. Do you find it easy to relate to other people? These days, yeah. I’ll admit that when I was younger, I used to put a premium on being ‘not like other teenagers’ BAHAHAHAHA YUCK, but tbh there’s no shame in being able to relate to many others in terms of music or TV shows or other similar interests. It helps me gain friends, which is always a plus. Who is your favorite philosopher? I hate philosophy more than anything else in this planet. What is your favorite song to sing? OMG Thinking of You by Katy Perry easily takes the cake for this one. Do you consciously try to be unique, or do you just be you? I’m just me for the most part. Do you worry about being judged by other people? Sometimes, but it’s usually for stuff like having to borrow a pen in class, or having to ask for a piece of yellow pad – basically stuff that would make people think I was irresponsible haha. If someone doesn't like you, do you usually want to know the reason? Yes, just out of curiosity. But I wouldn’t feel like it’s the end of the world if I never got to know why. When was the last time you told someone something really important? A couple of weeks ago; I had to tell Gab I passed out quietly for a few minutes in the restroom in the middle of PE. The workout was too difficult and I didn’t have my water bottle with me that day, so I felt queasy quickly. Have you ever lost a large amount of money? Thankfully, no. The only time I lost my wallet, there was only around ₱600 in it. Have you ever tried to blame something you did on someone else? I mostly did it when I was a kid and blamed my little sister or brother for something. Did that person get in trouble, or did the plan fail? Failed, obviously.

What is the weirdest hairstyle you have ever had? I never went with weird hairstyles but my worst look will always be rebonded hair. I have a square face with a very strong jaw; completely straight hair has never suited me. Describe the ugliest pair of shoes you own? I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself to wear shoes I thought were ugly, haha. How many times a day do you look in the mirror? For how long? Maybe a few times. Once before I leave the house, then maybe one or two times from my webcam just so I know how I currently look while in school, then again when I get home. Are you ashamed to leave the house when not looking your best? Not ashamed, just uncomfortable. If you are antisocial, WHY are you that way? That’s a legitimate personality disorder and I prefer we didn’t throw that word around like it’s nothing. Are you modest? Well I used to be, back when I was in Catholic school. I still hold some traditional sentiments here and there but I wouldn’t call myself modest. What is your favorite singer? Beyonce or Hayley Williams, for sure. If you could relive one day from last year, what day would it be? Why? April 21, 2018! It was my birthday and my first time driving out of town by myself. Gab and I went to Nasugbu for a day trip to the beach and Tagaytay for dinner. It was soooooo so fun even though we were exhausted afterwards and I was fighting to keep my eyes open while driving by that evening. What is something that you are afraid to fail at? Something I’m supposed to be really good at, like writing. What would happen if you did fail at it? I’d feel insecure for a long time and for that period, no one would be able to encourage me and make me feel better. Do you ever worry about your loved ones dying? Ever since my grandpa and now Nacho passed away, yes. What is the cutest thing a guy could do for a girl? The cutest thing anyone* can do for anyone* is making time for them, I guess. I’m not very picky when it comes to showing love. Stuffed animals--immature, or should everyone have one? Neither. I don’t mind them but I don’t hate them. What do you like in your breakfast burritos? I don’t think I’ve ever had a breakfast burrito. What restaurant would you choose to go to for breakfast? Rustic Mornings, La Creperie, or Eggs For Breakfast! How much money do you think you cost your parents? Millions. Do you have good hand/eye coordination? Only when it comes to table tennis. I generally wouldn’t call myself skilled at catching stuff. Can you do a flip on a trampoline? I haven’t tried, and I think I’d be too scared to anyway. Do you remember the last time you climbed a tree? I don’t think I’ve ever climbed a tree...most trees here are riddled with red ants. Did you ever lie on your back and pick shapes out of clouds as a kid? Sure, but I didn’t do it all the time nor does it feel nostalgic to me. Do you watch any Japanese anime? Other than watching Pokemon when I was a kid, no. Is there a foreign culture you are interested in learning more about? I’m always interested in learning all foreign cultures. Do you let your emotions get the best of you in a fight? Sometimes. Do you know anyone whose reputation has recently been ruined? That’s what happened to Nach. It’s why I was always more gentle in dealing with him than everyone else, because I knew just how damaged his rep was after what happened. I didn’t want to add to that anymore. When did you first get a cellphone? I got my first one on my 7th birthday. Do you have your own laptop computer? Yes. How about your own digital computer? Like...a cellphone or calculator? I guess, yeah lmao. Do you drive your own car, or your parents? I’ve been given my own car for me to drive, but my parents bought it and own it. Say something inappropriate? Cunt. Always been my least favorite bad word. What were you doing before you started taking this survey? I washed the dishes. Describe the best summer you ever had? I don’t like my summers. It’s not a part of the year I look fondly on. Do you eat any meat other than turkey on Thanksgiving? I don’t celebrate that holiday. Did you attend a pre-school? My only other school apart from UP has a preschool, elementary, and high school. I studied there for 14 years. We also have a college, but it’s in our Makati campus. Do you remember what it was like to learn to count to 100? Not really. What is something you lost in the process of growing up? The concept of looking to my mom if I have any problems. Do you wear any wristbands? If so, what's on them? Nope, I do not. What was the last picture you were in? We took a family photo over lunch yesterday. Did you have required reading material in high-school? We had required reading material from Prep all the way to senior year in high school. Do you keep your room organized? I try to. It becomes messy slowly over time but I always end up tidying my room. Do you vacuum daily? I don’t. How many board games do you own? A couple. I have Scrabble, Pictionary, and Trivial Pursuit. Own any books? ...Of course. Recently checked any books out from the library? Nah that was about a month ago. I recently returned a (overdue) book though. Does your cat give you kitty kisses? My dog gives me a single lick to the face whenever I come home from school. What’s in your make-up bag? I don’t have one.

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chippedcupanddustybooks · 5 years

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Get to know me - tag I was tagged by @anotherplumbob so here you go! I tried to update my simself a bit. Even though my hair is way longer right now :D 1. What is your full name? Celine 2. What is your nickname? Chip 3. Birthday? june 22nd 4. What is your favorite book series? Definitely Harry Potter :D 5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Not in the scary horror movie kind of way. I guess there’s probably some kind of life somewhere out there in the universe. And on the matter of ghosts: Sometimes I want to believe our loved ones aren’t gone completely and still watching over us in some kind but not in a spooky haunting houses kind of way :P 6. Who is your favorite author? J.K. Rowling 7. What is your favorite radio station? I only listen to my local radio station on my way to work in my car 8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Lime 9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? awesome I guess 10. What is your current favorite song? Writing down favorites is always so hard because mine change so much :D But I like the song “Odds of Being Alone” by Trent Dabbs & Amy Stroup a lot at the moment

Putting the rest under the cut for not spamming your dash!

11. What is your favorite word? mhm not really favorite word but my best friend is always saying I use the word amusing a lot even though no one really uses it anymore . Also nostalgic 12. What was the last song you listened to? see favorite song 13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Everything on this list 14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? One of the old Disney movies! I have almost every movie on DVD 15. Do you play video games? yes 16. What is your biggest fear? Losing loved ones 17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? I think I’m quit empathic and people say I’m good at giving advice and cheering them up. 18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? I talk too much and am being sarcastic to protect myself way too much 19. Do you like cats or dogs better? dogs! 20. What is your favorite season? spring but autumn being very close second 21. Are you in a relationship? no 22. What is something you miss from your childhood? not having to worry about so much 23. Who is your best friend? I have a male best friend I met back in high school 24. What is your eye color? Dark blue with a partial heterochromia in my left eye 25. What is your hair color? dark rown 26. Who is someone you love? My family, friends and pets 27. Who is someone you trust? The persons I trust most are my mother and my best friend 28. Who is someone you think about often? Everyone I know that is struggling with something and people I lost 29. Are you currently excited about/for something? Hopefully celebrating christmas with my whole family again this year! Also having some days off around the end of december! 30. What is your biggest obsession? Constantly changing between my hobbys and interests - currently I’m back at obsessing about everything Harry Potter related 31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? As small child I loved House of mouse and Bear in the big blue house 32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? my best friend 33. Are you superstitious? no 34. Do you have any unusual phobias? I absolutely terrified of diving and being pulled under water - especially after a teacher in school nearly drowned me when I was 11yrs old 35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? I’m working in video post production and as a photographer so definitely BEHIND the camera! 36. What is your favorite hobby? ballroom dancing, sims, reading & photography 37. What was the last book you read? Currently rereading the Harry Potter series so right now I’m at chamber of secrets!

38. What was the last movie you watched? I saw phantastic beasts 2 last monday

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? sadly I can’t play any instruments even though I would love to be able to play the piano 40. What is your favorite animal? dogs 41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? That’s way too hard to decide :D 42. What superpower do you wish you had? going back in time 43. When and where do you feel most at peace? cuddling with my dogs at home 44. What makes you smile? happy animals, seing my friends & family 45. What sports do you play, if any? I’m not a sports person at all - if you don’t count ballroom dancing 46. What is your favorite drink? coffee 47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? A long while ago back in school 48. Are you afraid of heights? no 49. What is your biggest pet peeve? narcissim and impoliteness 50. Have you ever been to a concert? no 51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? no 52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? I always wanted to work with pets but I couldn’t bear seeing all the awful things at a vet or shelter so I decided to go for something different. I still volunteer at the shelter though! 53. What fictional world would you like to live in? The Harry Potter universe 54. What is something you worry about? I’m constantly worrying about everyone around me 55. Are you scared of the dark? no 56. Do you like to sing? in the car to myself yes but in front of others no way 57. Have you ever skipped school? yes I skipped a few useless classes sometimes 58. What is your favorite place on the planet? My favorite city is London. Favorite place is sitting on my window sill with the window open at summer nights! 59. Where would you like to live? London or somewhere in switzerland even though I love my home town 60. Do you have any pets? two silver labradors 61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? night owl 62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? sunsets 63. Do you know how to drive? Yes 64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? For working or at home headphones but for travelling earbuds 65. Have you ever had braces? yes from age 11-14yrs 66. What is your favorite genre of music? I don’t have a favorite genre it’s a wild mix of everything from calm alternative music to Rock’n’Roll from the 50s 67. Who is your hero? My mother 68. Do you read comic books? no but I read some Disney comics when I was younger 69. What makes you the most angry? people lying to my face, someone hurting my loved ones 70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? I tried to like E-books but I just can’t get used to them and I love the smell of new books! 71. What is your favorite subject in school? Geography 72. Do you have any siblings? 1 half-sister but we don’t have much contact 73. What was the last thing you bought? a christmas present for my grandma and a Winnie Pooh notebook 74. How tall are you? 165cm / 5,4 feet 75. Can you cook? A few things 76. What are three things that you love? cuddling with pets, sitting on my window sill on a rainy day, sleeping 77. What are three things that you hate? having to wake up early, annoying people & animal abuse 78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? female but it used to be the other way around for a long time 79. What is your sexual orientation? straight 80. Where do you currently live? Germany 81. Who was the last person you texted? a friend of mine 82. When was the last time you cried? two weeks ago on my way back from work after a real shitty week 83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? I don’t watch YouTube a lot so I don’t have one 84. Do you like to take selfies? not at all - my phone is basically 80% dog photos 85. What is your favorite app? the apps I use the most are Whatsapp, discord, tumblr & spotify 86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? My mom and I are very close/ my father and I have a very complicated relationship 87. What is your favorite foreign accent? I love the british accent 88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? I would love to visit canada and ireland one day 89. What is your favorite number? 4 90. Can you juggle? no 91. Are you religious? no 92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? The deep ocean even though I’m totally scared of being under water 93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? No not really more of the opposite 94. Are you allergic to anything? kiwis and most pain killers 95. Can you curl your tongue? no 96. Can you wiggle your ears? no 97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? I’m always open to admitting I’ve done something wrong in argument because it’s never jsut one person that did something wrong 98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? forest 99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Not really an advice but a lesson I learned. Sometimes you can’t save everyone from themselves. So sometimes you just have to let go. 100. Are you a good liar? depends on who I’m lying to. I hate lying to people that mean a lot to me so those often notice something is wrong. 101. What is your Hogwarts House? Ravenclaw 102. Do you talk to yourself? yes sometimes 103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? A mix of both. More of an introvert I guess but once I get to know people I can also be an extrovert 104. Do you keep a journal/diary? I used to a few years ago but not anymore 105. Do you believe in second chances? yes but I give way too many to people I like 106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do?return it or hand it to the police 107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? yes but sometimes people are wa better in changing for the worse 108. Are you ticklish? no 109. Have you ever been on a plane? yes 110. Do you have any piercings? no not even ear holes 111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Dobby! 112. Do you have any tattoos? no 113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? applaing for my current job 114. Do you believe in karma? Yes 115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? no 116. Do you want children? I’m not sure if it’s going to change but at the moment I would say I don’t think so 117. Who is the smartest person you know? my mother 118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I’m so clumsy I’m getting myself into embarassing situations every day. But on the top of the list would be a mistake on my graduation that caused ALL my photos from my external drive ending up in the slideshow that was shown on stage... 119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? yes 120. What color are most of you clothes? all shades of blue, dark red, grey and brown 121. Do you like adventures? I’m a control freak so it’s hard for me to enjoy situations that I don’t know the end of 122. Have you ever been on TV? yes, I worked as a photgrapher on a pet adoption show and was seen in the background 123. How old are you? 21 124. What is your favorite quote? Sometimes the best book has the dustiest jacket and the best tea cup is chipped ;) 125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Savory I’m tagging @saurussims @simblrbreezycakes & @mlyssimblr (Feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it!)

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arcadeguk · 6 years

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prompt: “you look amazing tonight” + “if we get caught i’m blaming you” + “night, princess”

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: fluff

a/n: ceo!hoseok is the one thing i need to see irl. him in a suit fucks me up more than anything ever could. step up your game jeon enjoy!!!!!

“you know, in our next apartment, i’m putting a plaque on the door - ‘makeup cave of the she-hulk, do not disturb’” your boyfriend chirps from the other side of the door, and you can just imagine the dopey, sarcastic grin coating his face right about now, most likely accompanied with a quick tilt of his head, a self-congratulations on his absolute sick burn. “do you want me to look nice, or be fast?” you quip in return, yanking an eyelid to the side as you fix your winged liner for what was easily the fourth time tonight. at this point, you could either go out with a bloody eyelid, or a black eye. appealing options all around. “both, please!” he sings, and you can hear him bounce away, most likely to return to his perch at the kitchen counter, anxiously checking the time on both his watch and phone (as if they’d be any different), jingling his keys and letting bubbly sighs fall from his lips as he waited for you.

tonight was unbelievably important, and you knew that - which was exactly why you were currently mummified in two pairs of spanx, heels that could snap your ankle in half at the mere mention of a breeze, and were desperately throwing all your makeup into your purse, only for it to be reapplied once you reached the hotel. tonight was hoseok’s first big business dinner after becoming the ceo of seoul’s finest tech company. an honor, considering the amount of years he’d poured into this place - seeing it from the tiny startup in his cousin’s basement into the formidable world empire it was becoming. you were unbelievably proud of everything hoseok had accomplished, and took every chance you could get to talk about his accomplishments. in the 4 years you’ve been dating, you never missed an opportunity to gloat, especially when he was there to witness it. his cheeks would be burning red, his top teeth catching his bottom lip in a gentle squeeze. he’d sweetly fix his collar, coyly trying to fan the fire that crept up from his chest into his neck. he melted every single time, and would grasp your hand the first chance he got, peppering your neck in shy kisses when you were alone.

tonight, hoseok needed to make an excellent impression. all the VPs and stockholders would be attending, along with a couple of potential investors, who hoseok had the daunting task of trying to convince to open their wallets, giving more money and influence to the company.

he’s always been great with people, his glittery personality and calm confidence always made others feel at ease and open - a huge reason why he was picked to be the face of the company. hoseok’s collected demeanor never shifted, not even when shit was completely hitting the fan. especially when it came to you. his calm demeanor always relaxed you, and a rant session, mixed with a shoulder massage, and a million soft kisses put you at ease every time.

but this dinner, it had him simply rattled. the anxiety and tightness in his body tensed him up, knotting the muscles in his back, and creasing the thin skin between his eyebrows. he’d been jumpy all week, startling at even your simplest touch. last night, he’d woken up in a cold sweat, on the verge on tears - incoherent, sleepy ramblings after waking up from a nightmare - something about him screwing up the entire dinner, completely beyond fixing. he’d lost his job, his reputation, and worst of all - you’d left. you coaxed him through it, brushing back his hair, fetching him cold water to drink, and trying to explain to your very sleepy, very puffy boyfriend that none of that could ever happen. seemingly contented by your words, he’d fallen asleep on your lap. you spent most of the night watching over him, gently rubbing his tummy or arms at any sign of a twitch or hurried breath. you hadn’t minded staying up with him at all, but it wasn’t exactly doing you any favors right about now. after a 5 minute nap at your desk and at least 3 pounds of concealer, you looked semi less-deceased. almost passable, if you were trying to look like a corpse. whatever, you reasoned internally, it’ll be dark in there anyway.

finally emerging from the magic shop other mere mortals call a bathroom, you saunter into the kitchen, intent on seeing hoseok’s face when his eyes finally landed on you. you’d only shown him the dress on the hanger, which hadn’t done it any justice. it was a deep navy blue, adorned with sequins that glittered in just the right light, and hugged each of your curves perfectly. the train of your dress swooshed behind you, and if you focused hard enough, you could go 5 steps without tripping on it. you smiled at hoseok, who was currently absorbed in his phone, leaning on the edge of the counter.

“ahem”, you clear, and his head snaps up. his pupils dilate to twice their normal size, and whatever words he thought about saying ultimately die in the back of his throat. hoseok’s slim fingers subconsciously grip his phone a little tighter, and his tongue presses to the roof of his mouth. he straightens up, flicking his head to toss his bangs out of his eyes, to get the full sight of you. the only resolve he clings to is the fact that you’re both already 10 minutes late to this fucking dinner, but then again, what was ten more minutes…

“ready?” you chirp, breaking hoseok from his reverie, leaving him nothing but a stuttering, flustered mess as he tries to answer you. he follows you to the door, leaning unnecessarily close to you to grab the keys that hang on the door hook. a firm hand grasps your waist, accompanied by warm, wet breath on your ear.

“you look amazing tonight.” the statement is followed by a chaste, quick kiss on your ear, and a gentle push towards the door, his smirk resting in your hair the entire walk to the car.

you know you’re in for one hell of an evening when hoseok’s hands never leave your body. normally, hoseok’s clinginess would send your heart straight to the moon, but tonight, you know it's not a side effect of his chirpy happiness - it’s a mixture of nerves, anxiety, and this jaw-dropping dress that you almost didn’t buy. hoseok drifts from group to group, charming everyone in his path, more than happy to have you on his arm, showing you off every chance he could possibly get.

to your credit, operating on 6 hours of sleep within the past 48 hours - and still being able to show up to this event not looking like a total disaster - is a feat in of itself. yet, you can’t help but feel downright terrible when you accidentally let a couple lazy yawns fall from your lips. it’s not boredom at all, considering you get to watch hoseok glide around in a $700 tom ford suit, looking like a businessman prince who just stepped out of a fucking disney movie - no, it’s a complete dream come true. but the exhaustion creeps up slowly, blurring the corners of your vision and black velvet settling in the back of your mind. names of investors and conversations about the stocks all blur into one, and you’re left sleepily clinging to hoseok’s left arm.

speaking of hoseok, he’s on his best behavior all night, that is, until, you both saunter over to the dessert table. delicate cakes, cookies, and every other sugary, delicious concoction has been laid out in full display, illuminated by the bright, shiny lights of the hotel ballroom. an obnoxious pink sign rests on the table, screaming that only “two desserts allowed per guest”, with an even more obnoxious and passive “thanks” scrawled at the bottom. hoseok’s eyes glance from you, to the table, then back to you. his eyes then travel downward, to the navy purse you’re currently clutching.

“hoseok, don’t even think about it.”

“babe, just open the purse.”

“you know, if we get caught, i’m blaming you.”

he leans close in you, the devilish smile that rests on his face makes your whole body shake. “sweetheart, i own this entire fucking company. i could buy this hotel tomorrow if i wanted to. what could they possibly do?”

needless to say, your navy handbag is soon in his possession.

however, much to your surprise, only ten minutes later, hoseok is making his final rounds with his investors, giving quick bows and handshake. he drags you along, practically shoving you to the coat check.

“in much of a rush?” you inquire, quirking an eyebrow. he smiles in return, and answers you without looking up from his coat, “yeah, i figured it was time to get my sleepy princess home.”

you can’t help but stutter at this, trying to come up with some kind of a comeback. “i-i, shut up, my concealer is fucking perfect. you can barely tell.”

he finally meets your eyes, the corners of his crinkling up ever so slightly as his mouth stretches into a smile. “sweetness, come on, like i didn’t see you yawning all night long.” your face falls into a frown, and you wish for an instant that you’d kept a better grip on yourself. you’re prepping to whine just a little bit, but he quickly hushes you with a hug. as he bundles you into his chest, he takes the moment to lean down into your ear and whisper; “i know how hard you’ve been working lately. i know how much you’ve helped me over the past couple weeks. and i know that all you want to do right now is get into some comfy clothes - which will most likely be mine, but that doesn’t matter - and fall asleep in bed while watching some mindless tv. so, what do you say? sound good, babygirl?” he pulls away, and nuzzles his nose with yours. his deep browns eyes gaze into you with so much love, so much trust and gratitude, you’re afraid you’re going to tumble right into them. “yes, please” you sigh happily.

only four minutes later you’re tucked into hoseok’s side, head resting on his shoulder, torso buried into the little cavern his body has carved for yours. as soon as your head hits his shoulder, a comforted little sigh falls from your lips, one that has hoseok giggling and blushing and desperately trying not to lose his mind in the backseat of this mercedes. he slips his coat off, only jostling you slightly in the process, and lays it over you. the long overcoat covers you almost completely, and you tug the collar of it closer up under your chin.

the arm curled around your torso is rubbing gentle circles into your hip through the wool, and the other rests on your knee, slowly tugging your legs more and more onto his lap as you fall further and further asleep. it’s hoseok’s deep, hoarse voice, strained from tonight’s overuse, that stirs you from your sleep.

“i meant what i said earlier.”

“which part?” you mumble in return, “the part where you said you were going to dissect the cupcakes surgeon-style and try to deduce the exact recipe because, and i quote ‘i could and will eat these every single day for the rest of my life, just you watch?’”

the throaty giggly that rises out of hoseok’s chest soon turns into a guffaw. you look up, and even in the darkness of the car, you can see hoseok’s million-dollar smile light up the interior. his mouths stretches wide open, a toothy smile and deep laugh on full display. as the car races down the road, streetlights catch the stars in his eyes, stars that peep downwards, and shine the brightest, just for you.

“you’re funny baby, really truly” hoseok says, wiping a stray tear from his eye as he collects himself. the car falls silent again, and then hoseok speaks:

“no, i meant it when i said that i was so grateful for everything you’ve done for me lately. this dinner, i don’t know baby, maybe i worked it up too much in my head? i just wanted to make a great first impression, the amount of important people there was insane…” he trails off, and in the warmth of the overcoat, you drag your hands upwards, to rub small, gentle circles in the center of his chest. “thank you for keeping me sane. for reminding me what’s important.”

“and what’s that? the cupcakes?” you whisper with a smile, and hoseok grins. “that, but also, that this job, this company, all this hard work, it’s for a purpose. it’s to guarantee a life for you, for us. to make sure that we always have anything, and everything, we’re ever going to need. to make you the happiest person alive.”

“and what about you? what’s gonna make you the happiest person alive?” you question, leaning upwards to land a kiss right on the hook of his jaw.

“this, baby. this moment right here. this is all i’m ever gonna need.” he whispers into the dark, and lands a loud, smacking kiss into your hair. “but right now, you need sleep. i’ll carry you inside once we’re home.”

you don’t have the energy to even try and fight him on it, and simply give him an affirmative hum, and not two minutes later - it’s lights out. the last thing you hear before you disappear into inky blackness is hoseok’s gentle whisper floating around your head, “goodnight, princess."

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Never Sometimes Always - Chapter One

Violet remembers the day she first saw him.

He came into the shop when she was with another customer – Mr. Dively. He was currently telling her all of his plans for his first trip to Disney World. He says the trip is for his daughters but Mr. Dively’s animated voice and flamboyant gestures say otherwise. There was a whole schedule made and he made sure that Violet knew the entire thing, insisting that if anything were to happen in their little village of Cheshire West and Chester, she would know what he’s doing at that moment before she rang him. She’s not sure what he’s expecting to happen, but she listens anyway.

He walks in just as the photos of matching outfits came out. (“Just in case one of the little ones got lost, you know?”).

He’s with Anne, a regular at the shop. He was wearing casual trackie bottoms. They were blue with a red stripe down both sides of the leg. They probably still cost more than all of Violet’s textbooks combined. He has on a plain white t-shirt, something she can likely afford, and some trainers with tall grey socks. There were shades perched high on his head, hidden by the abundance of curls that adorned his head and an annoyed expression on his face. She hopes he’s nicer than he looks at the moment.

Violet shoots Anne a quick smile, just as a bit of acknowledgment before she returned back to Mr. Dively. Violet then assumes that Anne is his mother. It makes the most sense.

“- have my number just in case you should ever need it.” He grabs his camera, universal stick and prints quickly before shuffling out of the way for the next in line. “See you in a week, Violet. Try not to miss me too much.”

Violet chuckles to herself, waving towards Mr. Dively even though he wasn’t looking back.

Next in line was Anne. She came to the till with a large smile on her face, nearly resembling a child whose left lessons early. Anne’s son, on the other hand, continued to stay barricaded by his private security detail. He looked exhausted. If the purple rings under his eyes were anything to go by Violet would reckon it was a couple of days since he’d gotten proper sleep.

“Violet, love, alright?”

Violet gives Anne her best smile as she watched to older woman dig around in her bag for something, presumably her universal hard drive.

“Not quite peachy keen, but I’ll get by.” Unlike other customers, Anne gets the full scoop of Violet’s life. Violet finds some type of comfort in Anne and she reckons Anne finds some in her too.

“Oh no, dear. Why’s that?” At this point, she’s still digging. This is what usually happens. It’s always ‘in the bottom of my purse somewhere’ or ‘hiding from me.’ Violet didn’t mind. It keeps the conversation going, and in a camera and printing shop with only three employees, Violet very much so loves outside conversations.

“Mums been buggering my head in since I came home from University. She pops into my old room at least ten times per hour just to see if I’m still there.”

“Your mother has missed you! Her only child has moved four hours away and hardly ever visits. I reckon she has the right to bugger you.”

Violet just laughs lightly at Anne’s response. Her mother and Anne have never met but she can tell they would get along easily.

Violet then looks at Harry and he’s looking around the shop with a scowl. She wonders what for. Anne must have noticed the silence because she looks up for a second before tucking back into her purse and saying, “Violet, I nearly forgot – my son, Harry. Harry, my dear friend, Violet.”

Harry’s head pops up at his name and Violet is stunned. Of course, she’s seen photos. Media photos and personal photos on Anne’s mobile. But nothing really prepared her for how handsome Harry is now that he’s right in front of her. He takes a step forward, already looking uninterested in the conversation, before shaking Violet’s hand. She glanced at the security detail and he looked around the shop, a bit embarrassed, but he didn’t say anything.

“Would you like me to lock the doors?”

Anne looks at Harry and then back at Violet. “Oh, love, you don’t have to do that.”

When she responds, it’s towards Harry. She can feel her cheeks go a bit hot, but she decides to ignore it. “It’s alright. It’s nearly a quarter to six. We’ll be closing soon.”

Then, he finally speaks. He’s got a smooth voice. It reminds her of warm honey and peanut butter sandwiches in the back garden on a sunny summers day with her dad's famous cup of breakfast tea.

“If you insist, that would be lovely.”

She nods with a smile. The keys are in her hand instantly and she tracks from behind the counter quickly. The security detail is now following her, presumably leaving. When the shop had been locked, and the bulky men had exited, there was almost a breath of fresh air in the atmosphere.

“Ah-ha!” Anne exclaims, holding the stick in the air.

Violet laughs and grabs the stick. “Reckon you should sellotape it to your forehead; you’ll never lose it then.”

The three of them laugh, and then Harry says, “then add your mobile up there – know how you are mum.”

Anne rolls her eyes and turns back to Violet. “It’s the folder that says Jamaica 2017.”

“Oh, lovely. You went on holiday?”

“Oh no. I wish! Harry’s just gotten back from Jamaica. Written a whole album, he has.”

Harry looks at his mom a bit panicked. “Mum, you can just tell people that.”

Anne chuckles as the images print. Violet already knows Anne’s usual size for all types of prints. Portraits are a little larger than landscape and landscapes are a little larger than items. “Violet is not people Harry. And to be frank, Violet knows quite a lot about you. Maybe even things you don’t know.”

Violet blushes at this comment but keeps her head down, labeling the separate photo packaging boxes.

There is a slight awkwardness now. The only real noise in the store is the photo printer buzzing away. The silence was nearly unbearable. Violet wondered what Harry had thought of Anne’s statement because she didn’t give any further explanation. He might think she’s a stalker or some type of mega fan.

Violet takes the first set of photos out and examines them for miss prints. They all looked wonderful. She would love to go on a tropical holiday at least once in the next few years, but with the way it’s looking financially, she’ll be lucky to have a spot at her university in the fall semester.

“I’m gonna browse around.” Violet is grateful that Anne had decided to crack the ice. She was afraid they could hear her thoughts of how silent it was. Anne made a straight shot to the other side of the shop, leaving Harry and Violet alone at the till.

Harry rocks a bit on his feet while Violet continues to sort the photos out on the worktop. She was surprised when Harry decided to break the silence.

“You’re a fan?”

She glances up a little too fast, bits of her hair fell in her line of sight and she scrambled to put them back in place. “No...I mean...I don’t, like, seek your stuff out.”

He nods, makes a surprised face, and scoffs. “Way to humble me, I ‘spose.”

“Oh,” she blushes. “No, I didn’t mean like that. I just never really have t–“

He chuckles. “It’s okay, Violet.”

Her name rolled off his tongue like gooey, melted chocolate. Or a spoonful of Jif’s creamy peanut butter. The way his lips curved around her name made her wonder what they taste like.

It was silent again. Anne had disappeared from sight, the photocopier was buzzing, and Harry was still making Violet’s hands sweat. “Is your music any good?”

Harry’s visibly taken aback by the question. He nods very confidently. “I would like to think so.”

Violet scoffs. Her eyes roll around and she looks up at Harry with something resembling a smirk. “Well, duh, you think so.”

He smiles. “Love, I’d like to think a couple hundred thousand people agree with me.”

“And every single one of them, up your arse.”

He leans against the worktop now, much closer than he was before. In fact, if it were anyone else Violet would’ve claimed it to be too close. “Is that true?”

“Oh, most definitely.” She packs the last set of photos in the package and glances up at Harry.

“Would you give me a second opinion then?”

“Excuse me?”

“Heard me. Want to listen to my album?”

“Or what?”

“Does there have to be one?” He asks.

She shakes her head softly, bits of her hair falling back in her face. She didn’t push it back this time. “No. I’d love to.”

He smiles, dimples and teeth popping out this time. She thinks it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. “Great. Dinner then. At mums. Surely she’s told you our address.”

Violet laughs at this because yeah, she has. “See you then.”

“See you then.”

They hadn’t realised it but it’s been a while since they looked away from each other. She was studying his face, wondering exactly how he’s gotten it so smooth and symmetrical.

“You’re done!” Anne’s voice startled them both, making the pair pushback from their unusually close proximity. This doesn’t get away from Anne. In fact, nothing has. She’s been watching this whole time. “How much will it be?”

“Nonsense Anne. You know it’s always on the house.”

“And I always pay. Now, how much?”

Harry quickly pulls his wallet from his pocket and hands Violet fifty quid. She began to ring up the change while Harry got scolded by his mum.

“Keep the change,” Harry says.

Violet shoves it further in his direction. “That’s a lot of change.”

“Keep the change,” he repeats. She sighs and sorts the pence back into its place. When she looks back up both of them are watching her. “See you at dinner.”

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Two Hollywood Executives, Awash in Awards and Admiration, Step Aside LOS ANGELES — One of corporate Hollywood’s most enduring double acts is calling it quits. Steve Gilula and Nancy Utley, senior executives at Searchlight Pictures for 21 of its 27 years, who shaped global culture with Oscar-winning hits like “12 Years a Slave,” “Black Swan,” “The Grand Budapest Hotel” and “Slumdog Millionaire,” announced their surprise retirement on Tuesday. They will leave the Disney-owned specialty studio by the end of June, adding to a conspicuous changing of the guard at Walt Disney Company. “You don’t want to be the show that stays on the air two seasons too long,” Ms. Utley said. “Get out while everything is still going well.” She was joking — mostly. Searchlight has long been the gold standard of art film studios, packing its slate with diverse offerings long before Hollywood got the memo, and thriving in a changing marketplace — the DVD collapse, the rise of streaming competitors — even as once-formidable competitors like the Weinstein Company imploded. If the latest Searchlight success, “Nomadland,” wins the Academy Award for best picture on Sunday, as many expect, Mr. Gilula, 70, and Ms. Utley, 65, will have taken the top prize in four of the last eight ceremonies. That is a run unmatched by any specialty studio, even Miramax, which at its height won three best-picture Oscars. Searchlight’s previous best-picture winners have been “The Shape of Water” (2018), “Birdman” (2015) and “12 Years a Slave” (2014). “Slumdog Millionaire” won in 2009. At the same time, however, Sunday could mark a symbolic shift in Hollywood: If Searchlight loses, it will likely be to Netflix, which could win its first Academy Award for best picture for “The Trial of the Chicago 7.” Netflix has been chasing such a victory for years as the ultimate symbol of supremacy in Hollywood. Searchlight has been rising to the challenge of streaming. “Nomadland,” from the Chinese-born filmmaker Chloé Zhao, was released in theaters and on Hulu, a Disney streaming service. But competing with Amazon, Apple and Netflix — and their seemingly bottomless wallets — for talent and material has become harder and harder. That has made the art film market more precarious for traditional studios like Searchlight, which will now be run by David Greenbaum and Matthew Greenfield, the current presidents. “Every time my contract was up, to be candid, I always questioned whether I had the intestinal fortitude to fight through the next set of changes,” Mr. Gilula said. “Ultimately, pride and loyalty kept me going. And there has always been another fantastic film in the pipeline. Well, maybe after ‘Shape of Water,’ maybe after ‘Three Billboards.’ But this is it. With ‘Nomadland,’ which has shown that we haven’t lost our edge at all, adapting quickly to the pandemic, there is a great feeling of fulfillment.” Mr. Gilula and Ms. Utley are leaving amid a broader brain drain at Disney. Robert A. Iger, executive chairman, is departing in December after 26 years at the company. Alan F. Horn, the top creative executive at Walt Disney Studios, has been edging toward retirement, as has Alan N. Braverman, Disney’s top lawyer. Jayne Parker, Disney’s powerful human resources chief, will step down in June after 33 years at the company. “The people you mentioned have contributed mightily — myself excluded; I’m not talking about myself in this regard — to the success of the company, and in doing so have groomed people behind them who will take over the mantle,” Mr. Iger said. “I try to ease people’s concerns as much as possible. It’s certainly way too premature to express concern.” Searchlight was one of the assets that Disney acquired from Rupert Murdoch in 2019. Mr. Iger, who orchestrated the deal, heaped praise on Ms. Utley and Mr. Gilula. “It takes a really deft hand to bring these smaller but extremely high-quality films to market, and they have Ph.D.’s in it,” he said. Does their retirement signal a change in direction for Searchlight? The mini-studio, which has about 100 employees, is beloved by fans of grown-up cinema, especially as Hollywood has leaned harder toward all-audience franchise films. “No, not at all,” Mr. Iger said. “We haven’t been particularly vocal about this, but we intend for Searchlight to play a big part in supplying content, not just for theaters but for our streaming platforms. We are going to invest more and more. Expect more output rather than less.” Searchlight’s coming films include “Summer of Soul,” a documentary about the 1969 Harlem Cultural Festival from Ahmir Thompson, better known as Questlove; Wes Anderson’s “The French Dispatch,” a comedy-drama-romance; and Guillermo del Toro’s “Nightmare Alley,” about a manipulative carnival worker. Searchlight also has six television shows on the way with stars and directors that include Keira Knightley, Yorgos Lanthimos (“The Favourite”) and Darren Aronofsky. All have worked with Searchlight before. “When I started in the American film industry in ’93-’96, I heard often the word ‘family’ to describe film studios: ‘We’re a family here’,” Mr. del Toro said. “In my experience, what they must have meant was the Manson family. But not with Searchlight. It is a true family, one that nurtures you.” Mr. del Toro, who wrote and directed “The Shape of Water,” continued: “I remember pitching them the story — it was a huge gamble! not something most studios would make! — and by the end I got weepy, and then they got weepy, and they said, ‘Go make your movie.’” Ms. Zhao said she was impressed that Mr. Gilula and Ms. Utley met with her for an hour every week “for months” as Searchlight worked toward a pandemic-suited distribution and marketing plan for “Nomadland,” which stars Frances McDormand as a grief-stricken van dweller. “I always hear horror stories about how, at some studios, once you finish your film you don’t know where it is going — what is happening with it,” Ms. Zhao said. “Not only was I informed every week at Searchlight, I was allowed to be a huge part of making all of the decisions.” Mr. Gilula and Ms. Utley agreed to a theatrical release, even though it was a money-losing proposition because of the pandemic. “They don’t say, ‘We have a system that works for us so that is how you are going to work,’” Ms. Zhao said. “They really listened to us and trusted us.” Searchlight was founded in 1994 by Thomas E. Rothman, who is now Sony’s movie chief. At the time, specialty films — auteur-minded cinematic trinkets — were raking in money at the box office. “The Full Monty,” released by Searchlight in 1997, cost $3.5 million to make and took in $258 million worldwide (or nearly $430 million in today’s money). Over the years, market conditions changed markedly, particularly in the late 2000s, when an economic downturn dried up production financing. As competitors like Rogue Pictures, Paramount Vantage, Picturehouse and Miramax faded away, Ms. Utley and Mr. Gilula kept Searchlight vibrant. Her specialty has been marketing, scripts and casting. He is a distribution ace who co-founded the Landmark Theaters chain in 1974. “There has never been a spreadsheet that Steve didn’t love,” Ms. Utley said dryly. Aside from exquisite cinematic taste, the two executives, who both hail from the Midwest, are the rarest of species in Hollywood: genuinely nice people. Neither crave the spotlight. They are widely known in the film industry for campaigning for awards with integrity. “Hopefully, we have set an example,” Mr. Gilula said, “showing that you don’t have to be the other kind of person to be successful in this business.” Both insisted that Disney’s takeover of Searchlight (called Fox Searchlight while owned by Mr. Murdoch) played no role in their decision to retire. “We were frustrated at Fox because Fox just didn’t have a streaming strategy and was very slow to react to marketplace changes,” Ms. Utley said, adding. “I think the transition to Disney has gone really smoothly, which is one reason I have all the faith in the world about the future of Searchlight.” Source link Orbem News #Admiration #Awards #Awash #executives #Hollywood #Step

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