call of groceries

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem.
Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm.
They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine.
Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle.
I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.

The Forgotten One- Part 2

The Forgotten One


Ok this was supposed to be 2 parts but it is going to have to be 3 because I am a wordy bitch and I’m already up to 2900


Steve couldn’t sleep. He tossed and he turned thinking over the words Bucky had said. Had he really broken (Y/N)’s heart? They were friends and he hadn’t wanted to complicate that so when she had asked him out on a date he had just told her he didn’t have time. He thought back over all the years he had known her and little things stuck out in his mind. When she went to the store she would always bring his favorite foods, but she did that for everyone. She made sure his paperwork was in order when he was too tired from a mission to do it himself. And on missions he didn’t know how many times she had thrown a forcefield around him to keep him from getting hit.

They worked so well together, Steve thought, then his mind went to other things besides work. The pool party that Tony had thrown for Steve’s birthday and how he had sat on a lounge chair after dark with (Y/N) on his lap as they watched fireworks. The night of her birthday when she had gotten tipsy and giggled at everything anyone said, she had looked so cute. The night she had been sitting in the hospital with him after Bucky pulled him from the river and promised him that no matter what she would make sure they brought Bucky home.

Hearing someone walk down the hall at around 6 a.m. Steve sighed and decided he might as well get up. He could go to the training facility T’challa had set up for them and talk to (Y/N) at breakfast. She never got up before 9 if she could help it and since coming to Wakanda sometimes it was closer to 11. The thought of her silly habits made Steve smile as he dressed in workout clothes and running shoes and left his room. Pausing only a moment he tried to imagine his life without (Y/N) and it was a blank. Oh shit, he thought…I think I love her.

(Y/N) got up at 5:30, dressed in jeans and an old t-shirt she had gotten at a concert years ago and threw her hair up in a messy bun. She spent the whole time dressing telling Wanda and Natasha that no she would not rethink it and stay, and yes she would contact them when she figured out where she was going. With mutual tears they all hugged and then (Y/N) started off down the hall with her oversized duffel bag to say her goodbyes.

First she thanked T’challa for his hospitality and was reassured she was welcome back any time.

Next she went to Scott’s room and told him that she would miss his sense of humor and he told her she was a good kid and hugged her even though they had know each other such a short time.

Her next destination was Sam. He was sleeping heavily but once she got him to wake up he hugged her, kissed her cheek and begged her not to leave him to deal with Grandpas Incorporated all alone which made her laugh even as tears slid down her cheeks.

Finally (Y/N) came to Bucky’s room. She knocked gently and peeked in the door to see him sitting on the small love seat tying his shoes. He looked startled to see her in his room but when she explained she would be leaving and wanted to say goodbye he looked almost lost. Standing swiftly Bucky embraced her and told her he’d miss her and (Y/N) told him she would see him again someday, but Bucky didn’t look convinced. As she was walking out the door he said “Did you say goodbye to Steve?”

(Y/N) looked down quickly biting her lip and answered “No”.

Bucky sighed and said “You should at least say something.” in that soft gravelly tone and (Y/N) decided she would say goodbye. They had been friends for a long time.

“Thank you Buck” she said as she left the room and headed down the hall toward Steve’s room but when she knocked there was no answer and when she opened the door he was not there. Thinking he must be training she took a pen and a piece of paper off his desk and wrote him a note, leaving it on his bed. It was only three words: I’ll miss you

When Steve turned up at breakfast no one was talking, that in and of itself was unusual but Wanda’s face had tear tracks, Nat looked ready to murder someone and all the guys were sitting quietly. Bucky didn’t even look up from his plate when Steve entered the room.

“What is going on with all of you?” he asked, still feeling pretty good about telling (Y/N) what he had realized this morning. Nat looked at him and left the room, Wanda began to sob, Scott and Sam glanced at each other sadly, Bucky seemed to sink further into his chair as T’challa spoke softly “Miss (Y/N)’s departure has saddened us all.”

“Departure?” Steve asked incredulously. “Where did she go?”

Bucky spoke up this time saying “Didn’t she come to your room this morning? She said she was going to right when she left mine.”

“What the hell was she doing in your room?” Steve asked feeling a stir of jealousy at the thought that maybe that was why she wasn’t in her room last night but that was put to rest when Sam spoke up and said “She came to all of our rooms this morning to say goodbye, man.”

“What time was this?”

“She left her room with me and Nat around 6” Wanda said dabbing at her eyes.

Steve sat there shocked. That’s who he heard moving around so early. She had been right there and he had walked down to the gym without even seeing her. Glancing back at Wanda he asked again, “Where did she go?”

Wanda just shook her head and T’challa answered “We do not know where she was heading and as soon as she got to cruising altitude she enabled the jet’s stealth technology so we have no way to track her.”

“Did she leave because of me?” Steve asked not sounding at all like himself, almost dazed and afraid.

Wanda just nodded and ran from the room. Steve stood up and headed toward his own room to take a shower and come up with a plan of action. He was going to get (Y/N) back no matter what it took. When he found the note sitting on his bed Steve Rogers, Captain America cried.

The first thing (Y/N) did when she got in the air was pull out the emergency satellite phone and call Nick Fury. He told her to give him 24 hours and he would have a safe house set up for her and asked her where she wanted to go. Thinking only for a moment she named a town in rural Virginia where she had visited a horse farm when she was a child. Nick told her to lay low and he would call her back with the coordinates when he had some and he would make sure she had a barn to hide the quinjet.

“And can you get me a truck?” (Y/N) asked and Fury replied “Black or red?”

“Definitely black. I love you, Nick.” (Y/N) laughed a little and felt some of the weight of her early morning goodbyes ease.

“I love your crazy ass too (Y/N)” Nick Fury replied then added an amused, “But I’ll deny it if you repeat that to anyone.”

Time skip to settling in on the farm

(Y/N) took a look around the huge farm house that Nick Fury had somehow arranged for her and sighed. You hadn’t been alone for a very long time but this was good, right? Some space to get your head on straight and breath. You decided that since the house was beautifully furnished you’d take the gleaming black Dodge Ram truck that had been furnished and go to the grocery store. No worries that anyone would recognize you due to being able to blur your features using your powers.

That had actually come in really handy so many times before but it hadn’t worked when the team had split apart at the airport. Tony and his biometric body heat scanner he had installed in his suit just for situations where you weren’t visible.

Thinking of Tony made you sigh. You would miss him so much. Even with his sharp tongue and careless attitude he was one of the most caring people underneath it all. He always wanted to save everyone…like Steve.

Ok that’s enough of that you thought and grabbed the keys off the kitchen table making your way to the door. Time to get some food and make a (very short) call to tell Natasha you were fine. A call that went something like this:

“Hey Nat!”

“(Y/N)!!! Where the hell are you? You promised you would let me know where you are”, Natasha sounded odd

“I’m in Virginia,” you said, leaving it vague knowing it was a matter of time before she found you anyway. “There’s a farm and I think I’m going to get a dog.”

“(Y/N) you need to come back. Steve freaked out when you left and he wants you to come back.” Nat said, making your heart leap, then continued “He is searching for you. (Y/N) he’s serious about this. He called Tony. Tony told him off then offered to help him find you”

“Nat, it doesn’t matter if they find me. If they wanted to all they had to do was ask Fury. He knows exactly where I am. But I’m not coming back either way. I love you guys and I will miss you but I am tired of being the one who takes care of him, who always has his back and does everything in her power to make him smile when all he does is lead me on and forget about me the minute something better comes along. I’ll send you a postcard, and tell Wanda I miss her.” you say sadly and hear Natasha screech your name as you disconnect the call.

Walking into the grocery store you prepared yourself by pulling your baseball cap low and used your power to blur your features knowing not even a security camera could pick up on your face. You picked up essentials and then taking a deep breath you started loading your cart with things the team liked. Sam’s cookies, Wanda favorite chips, the beer Scott always bought, Nat’s yogurt and some ribs and hamburger for a cookout. You estimated they would be here in about 3 days since you had told Nat to call Fury.

Loading all your groceries you made a big decision. Before going home you stopped at the local animal shelter and adopted the cutest great dane puppy, all big paws and fumbly run and a 1 year old black cat because he seemed sad in his cage and the shelter attendant told you that no one would adopt him because he was black and they were going to have to put him down.

As you loaded them in the truck you thought you should get Tony to make a donation to the shelter to convert it to a no kill shelter, or you were going to have a lot more pets soon.

Taking your new pets home you tried to think of names for them and decided on Jinx for the cat because of the silly superstition and Bubba for the puppy because he was so bubbly and happy he made you laugh with his silly antics.

Once you got the pet supplies sorted and the food put away you took Bubba for a walk as Jinx curled up in a spot of sunshine in the living room.     

Time skip 3 days later

You heard them before they even got close to the farm. Tony was not the most subtle man on Earth. You heard the deep rumble of the jet engines a mile away and the metallic clank of Tony’s suit landing on the front lawn. Sighing you started taking the ribs and hamburgers off the grill in the backyard, hearing excited yaps from Bubba as he greeted the guests in the house. Walking through the back door you stopped to admire your friends as they played with the puppy, not noticing you yet.

“Hey guys” you said as you sat the food on the counter. “Dinner’s ready.”

Everyone turned, stunned. Then chaos ensued as Wanda and Natasha tackled you in a hug as if it were years since they saw you instead of barely a week, only be shoved aside by Tony who lifted you off the floor. Bucky gave you a smiling wave and Sam and Scott cracked jokes about you being a runaway. Last you turned toward Steve with a quiet “Hey” not approaching him at all. He looked hurt that you didn’t rush to hug him as you normally would.

“So let’s eat” you said and everyone started grabbing plates as you and Wanda took side dishes out of the fridge and set out toppings for the hamburgers.

After everyone was seated Scott spoke up and asked around a mouth full of ribs “Where do you get this barbeque sauce? It is amazing!”

You didn’t even need to answer as Steve did it for you, “She makes it. It really is the best.” He smiled over at you and your heart twisted a little, noticing he looked tired. You glanced away quickly and caught Wanda’s eye where she smirked.

“So since no one is going to address the elephant in the room,” Tony said in his usual grandiose manner, “I guess I will have to do it.What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I needed to get a life Tony.” you replied through gritted teeth. Getting up from the table you snapped the leash on Bubba and headed out the back door, making a break for the trail in the woods where he liked to walk. You had left to avoid tension and now you felt like you were going to break if you had to listen to them question your choices for one more minute.

Little did you know as soon as you walked out Steve popped out of his chair to follow, only stopping long enough to rinse the barbeque sauce off his hands, and Wanda and Natasha started to berate Tony for upsetting you.

You walked talking softly to Bubba in the cool shadowy woods when you heard Steve calling your name and running behind you. You reluctantly stopped and turned, Bubba growing excited as Steve got closer and you muttered “Traitor” as he leapt at the super soldier when he got within range.

“We need to talk,” Steve said as he kneeled down to pick Bubba up.

“About what?” you asked trying to ignore how sexy he looked holding your puppy so gently against that broad chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?” Steve asked, blushing slightly

“What do you mean? Why would I have told you when I’m not important to you? So you could reject me even more and I could continue being at your beck and call while you are off freaking kissing Sharon-fucking-Carter. Which was the most awkward kiss I’ve ever seen in my life by the way.” You huffed and turned away from Steve, missing the grin that appeared on his face.

“You’re jealous,” he said and you heard the amusement in his tone and almost smacked him.

“Of course I’m jealous you idiot. I love you and you treat me like I’m not even there most of the time. The last few months I have done everything I could to help you, I followed you all over the world,I fought my friends to help you and Bucky escape, I got locked in a damn cell under 24 sedation so that they were sure I couldn’t get out and I have held yours and Bucky’s hand when you’re overwhelmed by nightmares.” By the time you finished you had tears in your eyes.

Setting Bubba on the ground lightly but still holding his leash Steve did something you never saw coming. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest crashing his lips to yours. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation and as he wrapped one arm around your waist you sighed and leaned closer to him, hands locking behind his neck.

“I love you” he whispered as he pulled away slightly to look at you.  

You stood there stunned. How in the world could you believe him considering just last week he treated you like a buddy.

Part 3:

















By Chance (Pt. 11)

Member : Chanyeol

Genre : Angst / Fluff

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 coming soon.

They were awful.

All of them.

All of these hateful, harsh comments that just showed you how much people were unhappy with your relationship with Chanyeol.

Some of them were hurt, others felt betrayed while others were just solely mean for the sake of it.

You were bothered and hurt to see people reacting this way towards him, wasn’t he loved and adored by all of them like two days ago? It scared you how much they were could turn on him like that, be against him for simply wanting to be happy, to be human.

You felt your anger bubbling inside you making you shake your head and throw away your phone, far from you in the couch that was placed opposite to your bed, just so you’d stop seeing how much they hated him, and you.

Did he see those comments too?

Where is he?

Is he okay?

These questions kept running through your mind, you were worried for him. People didn’t know you but they knew him, and even if they knew you, you could stay at hiding and never leave your place. But him…

It was different. He didn’t have that option, the one that seemed like pure luxury to him. He had no choice but to continue with his schedule, leave his dorm and be out there, where they could all see him, point at him, scream his name, throw rude and bashful comments at him.

What hurt you most was that you couldn’t be with him when it all happened, hold his hand and whisper how okay it was and to just let him know he can ignore them.

You sighed, your anger turning into sadness and frustration.

It didn’t help at all that he wasn’t picking up your calls. You texted him, left numerous voice mails and missed calls. But you never got anything back.

All of what you got was that woman’s voice that told you his phone was off.

It sucked. You had no idea how he was doing, where he was or simply if he was at least eating and sleeping properly.

You hadn’t seen or heard from him ever since he left that day when the news were out.

You curled up on your bed, your head on your pillow leaving the space he previously occupied empty and cold. And when you smelt his scent on the pillow next to yours, you hugged it and couldn’t help the tears and sobs that consumed you. 

 You missed him. 

His voice, his skin touching yours, his presence around you, his sweet messages..his everything.

You cried until you couldn’t any more, until you had no strength in you to do anything but fall asleep.

You were only awaken when you felt a hand on your shoulder nudging and urging you to leave your sleeping state and come back to consciousness.

You heard a voice, it was calling your name, you frowned a little unable to recognize that voice that sounded like his but not at the same time.

Was it him? Is he here?

You got up quickly, your heart racing as you did so, only to be met with a startled Han Byul.

“Aish you scared me” she whined.

“Oh Byul-ah its you?” your voice sounded disinterested and raspy as you laid back down giving her you back.

“Come on Y/N let’s go out hm? Come outside with me, I have a long weekend and I came all the way here! Go out with me~” she whined a begged tugging your arm and turning you to face her.

“I’m sorry Han Byul I’m just not in the mood” you could see how much she was taken aback when you called her name like that. You only did so back then when you first knew each other.

“You must be really out of it huh?” she mumbled to herself.

You didn’t say anything to her, you only turned making your back face her once again and closed your eyes as you covered your face with the blanket.

You felt the bed dip right next to your feet, and you felt her place her hand on top of your leg. She stayed silent for a moment before you heard her sigh and she said “are you just gonna stay here and not do anything at all? Locking yourself at home won’t change a thing. What about Chanyeol eoh? Do you think he’d want you to just..”

You weren’t having this conversation, not right now with your mood like this, so you got up, leaving her behind talking to herself as you exited the room and went to the bathroom.

“Yah..why are you walking away when…yah!” she yelled and ran after you as she heard you slam the bathroom door shut.

“Why are you acting as if you guys broke up?” 

That just did it for you.

Her unnecessary words echoed in your ears, and you found yourself becoming irritated with her and this whole conversation. 

Why were getting this angry anyways?

Was it because the thought of you guys actually breaking up crossed your mind and you never wanted to admit it? 

Get real Y/N, this was Chanyeol, his actions weren’t his let alone his life. He wasn’t free to do what he wanted, be with who he wanted. What were we even thinking…? You stood in the bathroom, your hands on the sink as your mind worked and worked, making you hyper aware of the facts you absolutely refused to acknowledge.  

You closed your eyes shut and shook your head, having a sudden wave of fear take over you. 

Han Byul’s voice was only a far echo to you as she kept saying what ever she was saying behind the door. 

Did the thought of having to leave Chanyeol really scare you that much?

You opened your mouth, wanting to shush that loud Han Byul that was yapping behind the door, but your own words betrayed you. 

You sat at the bathroom floor wrapping your arms around your shoulders, suddenly unable to think of anything but how things would be if he actually wasn’t in your life anymore.

“Yah Y/N are you okay?”

You rapidly blinked as your head ticked in the direction of the door “Ah Byul-ah I’m fine..can..can you just leave me alone?” your voice was cracked and you tried to sound okay when panic was clouding your mind. 

“O..okay, if you need anything Y/N…” you nodded as if she’d see you and moments later she was gone, leaving only the silence behind her.

You were still sitting on the floor when your mind started wandering again, and you were only pulled back from your thoughts when you felt a far pain right at the pit of your stomach followed by a growl. 

You were hungry.

You haven’t had anything proper to eat since he left about a week ago. So, with all of the strength that you could muster, you got up in an attempt to head to the kitchen, your legs almost failing you instantly as you did so.

With heavy steps, you walked outside of the bathroom, and you suddenly jumped, your hand at your heart as it thumped loudly against your chest.

“What are you still doing here? I thought you left. You scared the shit out of me!” you swallowed harshly as you stared at Han Byul who seemed to be busy with her phone.

“You seriously thought I’d leave you? What kind of friend would that make me?” she was right, and there you were being a complete jerk to her.

“I uh…I’m sorry about earlier I was…” you rubbed the back of your neck as your gaze fell down, you felt like an absolute ass.

“Forget it, isn’t it bad enough you don’t have anything to eat?” she spoke with her usual annoyed voice, her eyes practically glued to her phone.

“I don’t?” you asked as you walked to the kitchen, checking every single cabinet.

Again, she was right, everything was empty it almost felt like no one was living in this place at all.

“That’s more of reason why you should go out with me, let’s go food shopping” her voice was suddenly next to you and you felt her hands at your back as she shoved you to walk to your room and change.

“It’s called grocery shopping” you corrected.

“Well we’re buying food aren’t we?” she scoffed.

The walk to the supermarket wasn’t exactly long, but it felt like so to you because of how anxious you were.

Your eyes were moving left and right, checking to see any signs of people knowing who Chanyeol was seeing, They could know at any given moment, These people were able to find the smallest things about everything they wanted and it terrified you.

You could be exposed at any moment. 

 An hour or so later you were done shopping and you were standing in line for the cashier. 

You heard whispers from behind you, and your head ticked towards the direction of the noise. 

A couple of girls were staring at you, while sneakily pointing towards you.

“It’s true it’s her” one of them said. 

You felt your heart sink, and it was suddenly beating faster, your throat was becoming dry as you started thinking of the worst possible case scenario.

They know who you are.

You began fidgeting on your feet wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as you could. You nudged Han Byul to move in line and you quickly tossed the bills onto the counter, grabbed your things and left.

“Y-Yah! Why are you in such a hurry?” she whined as you walked faster, urging her to follow along.

“They know Han Byul..they know who Chanyeol is dating” you ducked your head as you walked as fast as you could, completely terrified of what his fans could do to you and him.

“E..Eeeyy, what are you saying? How would they know?” you could hear the anxiousness in her voice, she was worried too, she saw it in your eyes and she quickly began scrolling through her phone.

“Y..Y/’s ture…” she choked on her own words and you watched as her eyes widened and she swallowed harshly. 

“An..article was posted an hour ago and it has…there’s a picture showing your face” her voice was trembling and you saw how the colors left her face.

Your knees began trembling on their own making it much more difficult to walk. You knew how his fans were capable of doing things to you, the mean comments they wrote alone were a gateway to what they’re capable of.

But you were mostly worried for him, he could lose his job over this, all of his dreams could slip right through his fingers because of this. 

Han Byul pulled your hoodie over your head and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, you both walked and walked and you only stopped when you felt something hit the side of your face, and another hit your shoulder.

With they way your legs were shaking you couldn’t help but fall to the ground, your groceries with you as they filled the sidewalk. 

Your fingers rose to your face, a gooey substance coming in contact with your fingertips. 

You heard someone shout a string of words at you, something along the lines of leaving Chanyeol alone. You were too shocked to react or say anything. 

You huffed strong breaths, your throat getting clogged up as tears came streaming down your face. 

You didn’t know what to do but cry. Was this what you got for being in love? For finding the one? What is the mess?

“Y..Yah!! Are you out of your mind?” you heard Han Byul scream her lungs out at whoever it was that egged you.

“Ugh these people! How did they even find you? The article was only published an hour ago!” she was mainly nagging to herself. 

“Hey, are you okay?” she was kneeling on the ground next you, wrapping her arms around your trembling figure. You turned and sobbed harder against her shoulder. “All I ever wanted was to be with him Byul-ah! What is this? As if the comments weren’t mean enough they come and do this now?” What is this!!” your frustrated shouts were muffled by her sweater as she held you close. You felt her hands rubbing soothing circles at your back.

“Let’s go home eoh? It’s okay let’s just go home” she was helping you up before she was down on her knees again picking everything up from the ground. 

You dropped everything on the counter and slumped yourself on the couch. Your mood was much worse than before and you felt like doing nothing but crying your eyes out. That, and seeing Chanyeol.

Your hands covered your face as you sobbed quietly, Han Byul sitting next you, her hand on your knee. 

“If they’re doing this to me, imagine what they could be doing to him” you spoke from under your hands as you sniffled.

“I never wanted this to happen, we weren’t careful…we were too caught up in the moment to stop and watch our actions and I just…” you leaned towards Han Byul, and her arms quickly opened for you.

She held you close and tight.

“I don’t wanna leave him Byul-ah! He’s everything I got” you cried out as your tears stained her sweater.

“Hey hey! You’re not gonna lose him! It’s all going to be okay” her voice was soothing as she stroked your hair.

It was almost mid-night by the time Han Byul made you ramen and forced you to eat it. 

“Do you want me to stay over?” 

You shook your head sweetly at her, completely appreciating the gesture.

“It’s okay..I” your voice was low and hoarse as an effect of crying.

“You wanna be alone I get it” you found yourself smiling a little, recognizing the full worth of this girl right here, that she understood you without much words.

“Okay, I’ll text you when I get home, and you call me if you need anything” she was gathering her things before she hugged you and went out the door.  

You went straight to bed, completely worn out by the events of today, you laid to your side, Chanyeol’s pillow right next to where you could smell him, and your phone in your hand checking for any messages or missed calls. 


So you went online, checking that article that exposed you. Truth be told you were surprised and impressed that they recognized you. The picture was so unclear it barely showed anything. 

You scrolled further down seeking related articles. You saw one that grabbed your attention, it was talking about Chanyeol’s expression in one of the recent concerts.

People were saying that he seemed off, like his mind was occupied with something. He wasn’t his usual self, he wasn’t as smiling and energetic like his usual self. 

It ached your heart.

He was so troubled and yet he had to act all bubbly in front of these people, like nothing was happening, like he didn’t know what they were saying about him on the internet.

The phone’s screen was becoming too bright for your tired eyes and soon enough you found your eyelids closing against your will, taking you far away from it all. 

After what felt like only moments later, your eyes opened when your ears picked up on a banging noise.

It took your mind a while to fully grasp what was happening and when it did, you moved the covers before you reached for your phone and looked at the time. 

It was 4 in the morning, there was rain outside out of nowhere and someone was knocking on your door. 

Your heart was racing as your palms got sweaty, who could it be at this hour? You thought as you slowly made your way out to the hall.

With a thumping heart and a pair of cold hands, you wrapped your fingers around the doorknob as you leaned against the door.

“W..Who is it?” you asked, receiving nothing but another knock.

You took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, only opening the door a crack.

You peeked through and you saw him.

Chanyeol was there, at your door step, breathing hard and drenched with the rain.

“O..oppa!” you quickly opened the door and pulled him in, his clothes were soaking wet, his skin was cold and he struggled to ease his strong breaths.

Was he running in all that rain? 

“I missed you” he spoke through his ragged breaths, as his intense gaze fell on your eyes.

“Ani…oppa how did you get here? Are you…”

“I missed you” he repeated as he launched forward, his arms wrapping around your waist as he held you close to his body.

His lips were coming closer to yours and he kissed you, and you knew his tongue would be sweet the second it touched yours.

The effects of missing him were coursing through your body and you found yourself melting into his touch as his tongue explored your mouth.

Good God you missed him.

His lips were leaving yours as they moved down you neck, and you tangled your fingers in his hair pulling him away.

“You need to change or you’ll get sick” you placed your hands on his chest as you looked at him with worried eyes. 

“I missed you so much” these seemed to be the only words he was capable of saying right now, and you watched his face and his tired eyes before he hugged you, absolutely refusing to let go of you.

Your own clothes were becoming wet the longer he held you like this, he stepped back and you watched as he stumbled a bit, he must be really tired you thought.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes first and wash you up hm?” you spoke sweetly holding his hands in yours. 

He nodded as he exhaled a breath and followed you with sluggish steps to the bathroom.

You ran the hot water as he got rid of his wet clothes behind you, and you saw how exhausted he seemed to be.

“Finish up and I’ll be outside okay?” your voice was soft and meant only for his ears to hear, and he sighed before he nodded.

You scrambled through your things, almost 100% sure he had some of his clothes left at your apartment, and when you found a pair of grey sweatpants and his white shirt that he mocked you for wearing, you were smiling from ear to ear. 

Your heart was fluttering like the first time it did when you met him, and you loved every bit of it. 

Chanyeol was here..with you.

When he got out of the shower he sat at the edge of your bed, his waist wrapped in the towel he found in your bathroom.

“Here, wear these” you handed him his clothes and with limp arms he took them in his hands and that was it.

His head hung low and he remained silent, millions of thoughts running through his head. 

Your hands grabbed his head and you lifted his face to peck him sweetly on the lips before your thumbs brushed his cheeks.

“I missed you too” you whispered through the dim lighting of your room before you slowly reached for the clothes in his hand and you took the shirt first. 

Ever so delicately and slowly, you helped him wear his clothes, his head sliding through the shirt you held open with your fingers. 

He smiled a tired and charming smile as his arms slid through.

Next up were his sweatpants, your fingers brushed the skin of his abdomen before you united the towel around his waist and got down on your knees. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a warm kiss. 

A small giggle escaped your lips as you pulled the sweatpants past his legs, up his thighs. 

“I’ll be right back” you told him before you went and grabbed a small towel from your closet.

He was still sitting at the edge of the bed and he eyed you head to toe as you made your way closer to him, you stood in front of him between his parted knees placing the small white towel on his head as your hands worked to dry his hair.

You felt his hands move, brushing your thighs before they settled on your hips.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“I saw it all” he spoke with a deep raspy voice.


“I saw all of it, I was there when it happened, when they threw that egg on you, and it killed me to watch you fall like that without being able to come to you or hold you. I nearly died I swear” 

If your heart could explode, it would in this moment. The love you felt for this man sitting right in front of you was overwhelming and surely undeniable.

“It’s okay” you told him softly as you continued drying his hair thoroughly working your way behind his ears.

He shook his head “I don’t want this to happen to you, it hurts me so bad to see you get hurt like this and not be able to do anything about it” 

You smiled briefly before you lifted his head with your hands “It really doesn’t matter, all that matters to me is that you’re here”

He was silent and he watched your face for a bit before he smiled back at you and held both of your hands in his large warm ones.

“Are you hungry? How about I fix you something to eat?” you asked as your hands began slipping away from his own.

His fingers grabbed your wrist roughly making you stop in your tracks and you turned around looking at him with a head tilt and questioning eyes.

He pulled you closer, until you were standing again between his legs. He lazily leaned his head against your lower abdomen and he shook it in denial, his hand still gripping your wrist.

He took a deep breath before he spoke with the most desperate tone you’ve ever heard coming from him “Don’t go. Stay. Stay here with me”

anonymous asked:

Maybe rfa reacting to Mc talking to herself?? Like late at night? If that's doable ^^

Hello there! Thank you for the request! You did not deserve to wait this long though >.<


  • He would find you in the kitchen late at night getting a snack
  • You were talking to yourself about what would taste better on ice cream as you look in the cabinet
  • He rested on the wall and watched you
  • Than you asked yourself whether baking soda or baking powder reacted with vinegar
  • “What the hell is vinegar made out of?”
  • He snickered and blew his cover
  • “Hey you’re up. You want some ice cream?” you asked.
  • He smiled and walked over. “Sounds good.”
  • Not wanting to make you feel self-conscious he didn’t mention about you talking to yourself
  • He thought it was really cute how random and honest your thoughts were
  • “Hey,” you asked passing the chocolate syrup.
  • “Yeah?”
  • “Do you know what vinegar is made of?”
  • He started to chuckle again.
  • “What?” you asked confused.
  • “Geez, I love you so much,” the smile stuck as he pecked you on the lips.
  • “That doesn’t explain any of my questions!”


  • He was getting ready for bed when he heard you say something from the bathroom.
  • “Babe?” he called. “Were you talking to me?”
  • No response but he could still hear your voice.
  • He walked over to the closed bathroom door and listened for any queue that you were on the phone or calling him.
  • “—there’s the grocery store after work. We’re talking fruit, we’re talking veggies, and mama needs some proteins.”
  • What the hell? He smirked. Was she talking about her shopping list?
  • “Oh god, I wonder if that cashier guy is there. He always stares at my chest.”
  • What?! This is the first he heard about that.
  • At this point Zen was eavesdropping but he couldn’t stop now.
  • “But if I go to the other one it’s like fifteen minutes more and Lord knows I ain’t got time for that.”
  • The sink turned on for a few seconds.
  • “I wonder if Zen’s in bed yet…”
  • The door opened to reveal Zen pressed up against it.
  • “What are you doing?”
  • He straightened up. “I thought you called me but I guess you were on the phone?”
  • “Oh , I was just talking to myself.”
  • “You do that too?” Zen asked.
  • “So you don’t think it’s weird?” You asked. 
  • “No way,” he smiled. “I thought you would think it was unattractive so I tried to hide it.”
  • You had to smile back. “I’ve caught you doing it a few times and thought it was so great. Your especially handsome when you model in the mirror and talk to yourself,” you giggled at the memory.
  • His happiness overflowed as he hugged you tight and swung you around. Placing kisses all over your face as you laughed.


  • She woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom but found that you weren’t in bed.
  • But she could hear your voice clearly and followed the sound.
  • She found you sitting at the kitchen table staring at your laptop and…talking to it?
  • “Look, it’s not you. You’re great and you’ve been with me since the beginning.”
  • Was she Skyping with someone?
  • She continued to talk but Jaehee didn’t hear a voice talk back.
  • “I mean do you think I want you to die? No! I don’t! But it’s the only thing that would make sense.”
  • What was going on?
  • Jaehee stepped closer. “Hey, is everything ok?”
  • You put a hand over your heart. “You scared me.”
  • “I was just making sure everything was ok since you weren’t in bed.”
  • “Yeah, sorry. I just woke up and had this sudden inspiration to write.”
  • Oh, you were talking about the new book you were writing.
  • “So the dying part?” she inquired.
  • You sighed. “My main characters best friend Lin. It only makes sense to have him sacrifice himself for his friend for the plot but I can’t seem to let him go so easily.”
  • Jaehee didn’t quite understand but patted you on the shoulder. “I’m sure everything will be ok.”
  • It was the best she had.
  • You nodded. “I’ll take a break for tonight. Thanks baby.”
  • Jaehee had never seen someone talk aloud like that so passionately to themselves, or an imaginary character at that.
  • She decided maybe it was something writers did and maybe it was best not to interrupt them.


  • He finished work late in his study and headed to bed.
  • Only to find that you were also up late and talking to yourself?
  • “And what was her response?”
  • You put a hand on your hip and waved your other hand around, imitating someone you knew with a high pitch voice.
  • Oh sweetheart, the clocks ticking. You better get married so your mother can have grandchildren, poor dear.
  • You threw a pillow on the bed. “Cry me a river and drown in it you old hag.”
  • You paused. “Damn, I should have told her that too.”
  • “Agreed,” Jumin commented.
  • You turned around. “You and Elizabeth have got to stop walking so lightly. It’s not good for my heart.”
  • He smirked. “Do you often talk to yourself?”
  • You weren’t expecting that. “Well yeah, most people do.”
  • “Really?”
  • “Wait, have you never talked to yourself out loud?”
  • “No, it seemed odd when I could just organize my thoughts.”
  • “People talk out loud to do that too. Sometimes it’s easier to think when you hear the words leave your mouth. Plus if it’s too quiet it helps to talk out loud or do your own private comedy show to express how you’re feeling.”
  • He seemed thoughtful about it. “That seems rational.”
  • “Give it a try once in a while. Let’s practice, even though I’m here, just blurt out whatever you’re thinking to yourself.”
  • Jumin thought about what he had been thinking but the pause got him scolded. 
  • “Eh! Just talk out what you’re thinking.”
  • “Ok, well I was thinking that this was a strange way of expression…”
  • “Aha?” you said expectantly.
  • “But you are very sexy when you get riled up.”
  • “Oh…well than,” you swallowed.
  • He got closer. “The way you get flustered when I merely compliment you gets me excited.”
  • “I think that’s enough practice,” you say not being able take his unwavering gaze and honesty.
  • His hands wrapped around your waist to keep you close. “I think I prefer to share my thoughts out loud with you rather then myself.”
  • You tilted your chin up, “Is that so?”
  • “Mhm,” he hummed as he closed in for a passionate kiss.


  • He checked on you every once in a while through the security camera.
  • He tried to distance himself but all he did was wonder what you were up to.
  • How you were feeling…
  • At that thought he checked the camera and saw your hands being thrown in the air dramatically.
  • He tuned in and turned up the volume to make sure everything was ok.
  • “Can’t I at least get an answer to my questions,” you say putting away groceries.
  • “Honestly why do I have to like him. Sometimes I want to throw this phone right out the window.”
  • The bread was tossed onto the counter.
  • Saeyoung waited anxiously for the who. Was it him? Had she listened to him and found someone else?
  • “If you think you’re all that and a bag of Honey Buddah chips, 707, you got another thing coming!”
  • He smirked.
  • There was some sort of relief knowing that MC hadn’t changed their mind after all.
  • “You let me in, you kick me out. Let me in, kick me out. In, out, in, out.”
  • Yeah MC was still mad at him for sure.
  • You paused holding a bag of chips. “But I’ll be damned if I’ll give up. You hear that Mr. Acts-like-he-has no-feelings!  Challenge accepted!”
  • He chuckled and sat back in his chair. Even when MC talked to themselves it was honest.
  • Maybe that’s why he caught himself telling them feelings he thought he had locked up long ago.
  • It’s not like he could stop MC from fighting.
  • Plus he did like a challenge after all.
  • It was a question of whether he would come to regret it or not.

Okay so I was tagged by @alexablss to do this fun lil accent challenge. And I hate the way I sound when I talk lmao so this was an experience. But here we are. Alright so I guess I challenge @wweimaginesandoneshots @screamersdontdance and @omgmissmillie lmao idk. And anyone else who sees this and wants to do it.
-name and URL
-pronounce words: aunt, roof, route, theater, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, New Orleans, pecan, both, again, probably, Alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, pajamas, caught, naturally, aluminum, gif, Tumblr, crackerjack, doorknob, envelope, GYOP
-what is it called when throwing toilet paper on a house?
-what do you call the contraption to push groceries around in a store?
-name of bubbly carbonated drink?
-name of gym shoes?
-what do you call your grandparents?
-what do you use to change the tv channel?
-choose a book and read some of it
-do you think you have an accent?
-do you know anyone from tumblr in real life?
-three words to end on

TalesFromRetail: "It's fine, just put the stuff in the backpack."

Disclaimer: Happened to a couple of coworkers, but neither use reddit.

So last week we had a super intelligent guy try to steal from us. He was acting all shady, so when he went to go into a fitting room my supervisor counted out the five items he was allowed, and then told him to leave the rest of the stuff outside of the fitting room. She stayed there until he came out. When he came out, though, he had his items neatly folded and he had left the hangers in the room.

Then she gets a call from the grocery checkout supervisor saying “I think he’s putting stuff in a backpack, right in front of me.” So my supervisor goes over to him, he keeps putting stuff in the bag, she says “Would you like me to take that to a register for you, so you can purchase it?” She was half expecting him to stand up and punch her, but he came up with some lame excuse about how he was just making it easier to carry.

So he goes to the register, and “unpacks” the backpack. He left some expensive locks in the bag, thinking it wouldn’t be noticed when the cashier lifted the bag. Every thing gets rung up, including the locks, and of course he doesn’t want half the stuff. So my coworker who was cashiering for him takes off what he doesn’t want and sets it aside, out of reach. This pile included the backpack.

Then the guy tries the stupidest thing he could try. When my coworker is bagging the stuff he does want, he says “Oh no, that’s fine, I don’t want a bag. You can just put it in the backpack.” She looks at him and says “Ok, let me just add this back onto the order–” and he says “No, I don’t want to buy it.” She and my supervisor are both looking at him thinking WTF. She says “So you don’t want to pay for it, but you want me to put the stuff in it for you to take home?!” And he says “Yeah. I can bring it back tomorrow.” Both my coworkers are just like “No. That’s not how this works. You can’t take the bag home unless you pay for it.”

So he ends up leaving with only what he paid for.

I really don’t get the stupidity of some of these people.

By: grinningfortomorrow

starter/banter call:

I owe a few people starters, which I’m working on right now, but I wouldn’t mind starting a few other things. I’m probably… gonna cap at 6, and if I feel like I can take on more, I’ll just reblog this. BUT FOR NOW, I am capping at 6. It’s most likely gonna be a banter starter, unless you’re looking to plot something ( which you can just shoot me a message if you want to do something more involved! ).

starters owed: magicbound, veraquen, holyknight.

i would watch the fuck out of a benjamin sisko cooking show


Originally posted by mr-binnie

Summary: Moonbin has been at the studio practicing for a show performance, he has been there all day, focus all on his dancing. On the other hand back at your apartment, all your focus is on getting everything ready for when he comes home.

Word count:1,002 words

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Happy birthday to the tall bean that is Moonbin. Also N/F means native food. 

Bin sighed in frustration as he missed the move. The music played as he walked over to his bag placed next to the mirror. Pulling out the bottle he takes a swig.

A small post it note was attached to the bottle. A note you had written and placed on the bottle while he was in the shower, that morning. He takes the post it note off and read it out loud.


Don’t overwork yourself. Take a break whenever you feel frustrated. I also put a small treat in your bag~”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Still holding the note, he looks through his bag and finds a container holding a batch of your freshly made cookies. He smiles to himself.

“Ah she treats me so well.” He picked up a cookie and ate it deliciously.

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TalesFromRetail: "You really should take the next person in line!"

Hellllo! This will be a quick one! Not so much my story but more about my coworker.

So it was a semi busy Monday. I had to send my cashier on break. It was okay but then all of a sudden every single person in the store needed to get in line. I had to call my grocery person who is also my back up cashier.

So at this point he comes up and says he’ll take the next person in line. The second guy in my line goes over. I can casually hear a lady complaining in his line but only can hear bits and pieces. I glance back and see her, third in line complaining to one of our regulars who was second.

From the bits I could hear lady was mad the guy wouldn’t let her go first. She was saying how she had a broken foot and he wasn’t being a gentleman for not letting her go. She then started getting on my coworker about how he’s suppose to take the next person in line. She then leaves the line, and comes to me wanting to speak to a manager. I call him and he comes up.

She continues to complain to my manager about him not taking the next person in line. She ended up leaving her stuff and leaving.

Buttttttt, This lady wasn’t next in line. She was like 4th or 5th.

Also a couple weeks ago she complained to management that she slipped and fell in produce. Except the managers checked the video. She never did. Some people like to complain to complain.

By: CrazyCatLadyForLife

little klance things:

  • keith and lance having a debate against someone together and their arguments are smooth and well-founded and they back each other up through the whole thing and in the end after their victory they look at each other and just go Oh!! !
  • lance has keith’s name saved as “emo baby” on his phone
  • keith changed lance’s name to Significant Annoyance when they started dating
  • SHA R IN G CLOTHES. the first time they see the other in their own clothes they both kinda melt and look all dazed for a while so they both agree that sharing clothes !! is highly encouraged!!
  • doing anything together and calling it a date. grocery shopping? it’s fun together so it’s a date. and their mutual favorite - taking naps as dates.
  • keith starts hating it when lance calls him dude or buddy after they get together, bc well….they’re not just buds anymore, so lance cuts back on those and only calls keith stuff like that when he wants to be particularly annoying
  • lance: *calls keith baby for the first time* keith: i change my mind, can i have buddy back?
  • they’re both shit at cooking but at some point both of them promise to impress the other with their meals so it results in them secretly trying to learn (without much success tbh) to cook
  • “the stars really are beautiful toni-” “lance, i swear to god if-” “there wasn’t going to be a punchline! i promise! i was going to say ‘you’, mr. killjoy i’m-too-cool-for-my-boyfriend’s-romancing!”