Hi! Can I get a HC with the RFA+Saeran's reaction to MC's ex who broke her heart so badly when they broke up and after MC seeing the ex, she sort of feels scared about RFA+Saeran leaving her like the way her ex did? Thank you!
Sorry this took so long! Hope you like it though~
He took you to a restaurant for a date
Everything was great until your waiter came around
Zen saw you got really tense as soon as the waiter introduced himself
He asked you once you were alone, and you explained that he was your ex
What hit you worse is that he didn’t even recognize you
Zen could see that you were really shaken
He asked if you wanted a new waiter, but you told him it was fine
You told him how your ex dumped you over text after a year of dating
It was really abrupt and it crushed your heart because he said you were too clingy
There’s a short pause before you ask if he thinks that’s true
Of course he shuts the idea down immediately
But now Zen is fuming, because how could someone make you feel that way about yourself
When the waiter comes back around, he looks at Zen and says, “Hey! Aren’t you that popular singer online? Can I have your autograph?”
Zen smirks at you before agreeing
He writes on the napkin, “An autograph for the biggest ^*)&$ on this %^$&*%^ planet ^&#% you *dolphin noise*”
You watch in horror as your ex reads it
When it’s a time to order, a new waiter comes
You were out for a walk in the park when someone lost their dog
Why does that always happen with Yoosung???
A beautiful woman jogs up to you to claim the dog and thank you both
She goes back to a man who you recognize and gasp
“That’s my ex,” you inform Yoosung
You tell him that your ex cheated on you and when you caught him, he just said you weren’t beautiful enough for him
“I guess he found the right girl,” you mutter
You grow quieter as the walk goes on, and Yoosung can tell what you’re thinking
“If you think you’re not good enough, or I’m going to leave you, just stop. I saved my shoulder for 21 years!”
You just tackle him in a hug and say how he’s the best
You also notice his compliments increase tenfold today
You were helping Jaehee with some grocery shopping
You two were just standing in line when a guy with flowers stands in the line behind you
“MC? Is that you?” he asks. He glances at Jaehee “Guess you’re not so lonely anymore.”
Normally, Jaehee would’ve brushed it off, but the way he rolled his eyes ticked her off
Seeing how uncomfortable you were, she said she forgot something and dragged you to another aisle
She asks who it was and why you seemed so shaken up
You explain it was your ex from a few years back who had dumped you because you confronted him about spending more time with his friends than with you
You had felt lonely, and it made it worse when you found he had cheated several times
Jaehee just narrows her eyes, “Do you need me to judo flip him?”
“Because I can flip him.”
“Warn someone that there’s going to be a clean up on aisle three.”
It was one of those annual office parties in Jumin’s department
But, he had forgotten something at the penthouse, so you decide to run it over
While you’re there, he introduces you to his small department
Before you’re about to leave, a man saunters up to you
“So, dating the CEO now, huh? Guess you’re climbing up the ladder, gold digger.”
You would’ve slapped him if Jumin hadn’t intervened and called you to the side
He saw the situation, but wanted to ask you what happened first
That employee happened to be your ex who you broke up with due to his lack of care for you
You worked constantly in order to help him financially, but he only slacked off at home and spent most of his time drinking instead of with you
To make it worse, he accused you of being too ambitious
Jumin somehow managed to calm you down, but he was wearing a small smile on his face
“Coincidentally, we’re making cuts in the department and your ex happens to be the one to be let go due to his lack of work ethic.”
Still, your ex’s comments are starting to get to you and you ask Jumin if he thinks they could have some truth
He just sighs and pulls you into a hug, reassuring you that he knows you were never in it for the money, and your hard-working nature is one of the things he loves about you
You both had taken a rare trip to the mall, and after hours of shopping around, you take a break on one of the benches and just people watch for a little
Seven just taps your shoulder and points to this couple making out on the other side of the area
“Is he a vampire or something? Yikes.”
He says it at a joke, but you abruptly stand up and start walking in the other direction
He’s worried so he goes after you
You tell him that the “vampire” was your ex who had randomly said he wasn’t into you after three years of dating
Later you found out he was cheating…with the very same girl he was with now
You start rambling on about how it was probably because of you
You start naming your own insecurities
Seven is patiently listening, assuming your venting
But when you say, “You probably want to leave me too because of how I am.”
He scolds you for a really long time for thinking of yourself like that and how he would never ever leave you
…he doesn’t stop until you hug him and thank him
You guys are eating peacefully at a froyo place when a loud, obnoxious couple walked in
Saeran gets worried when you say you suddenly want to leave
But he doesn’t argue and walks out onto the patio with you
You apologize and explain that the couple was your ex and your old best friend
Your ex had dumped you years ago only to start dating your closest friend a few weeks later
You think he would be fuming, but he just starts talking about how the past is the past and that you needed to look ahead to a bright future together
Just as you’re starting to say you’re worried that he might find someone better, he just shuts you down and claims you’re stuck with him
“Wow…you’re a lot calmer than I expected,” you admit.
He just smiles before announcing that he wants to get more toppings
You watch from the window
You notice he mutters something to your ex
You don’t know what it was, but your ex collects his girlfriend and leaves the place
Saeran still wouldn’t tell you what he said, but you couldn’t help laughing
Happy Valentine’s Day, loves! Here’s a new story for you because I love you all immensely! It’s fluffy and it’s daddy!harry and it’s all for you guys. <3 <3
He had gotten up and left the house early that morning. It
had been quite a long time since Harry had been able to go to the gym and get a
decent workout in, because he was constantly busy between working on his album,
finishing the movie, being a husband and taking care of your 10-month-old daughter.
Going the gym had kind of been put on the back burner in favor of spending as
much time with the two of you as he possibly could.
Not that he minded; before he had become a father, he never
would have been able to imagine just how much he loved having a little girl. He
had always liked kids, of course, and had wanted one of his own since before
you had even met him, but the gross amount of love he had for his baby girl was
almost unfathomable. He would be perfectly content never leaving the house
again, if he thought he could get away with it.
Today was Valentine’s Day. The moment your daughter’s little
voice had come over the baby monitor that morning, babbling away and finally
calling out with a tiny little, “Dada?”, Harry had been up and into the nursery
to get her. Hearing her say his name was still a novelty for him; it had only
been a few weeks since she had learned to say it and Harry’s heart still jumped
every time she called for him. She wasn’t walking yet – not without assistance
from one of you - but one step at a time…literally.
His little girl was big-eyed and smiley by the time Harry
got to her room. She was now able to pull herself into a standing position
using the bars of her crib and she was bouncing up and down on her heels when
she saw Harry enter.
“Good morning, lovebug,” he said, voice raspy from just
“Dada!” she replied, pointing at him. As soon as she lifted one
hand from the crib, she lost her balance and toppled back down into a seated
position on her mattress.
“Oops, careful there,” Harry laughed, reaching in to lift
her up into his arms, “Can daddy have a kiss?”
She clasped her hands around his neck and gave him a very
dramatic, very wet kiss on the cheek. Harry chuckled and returned the kiss,
wiping the baby slobber from his skin.
I got this idea from casualitea [they deactivated]... You can see their Monsta X version @kkollection
seems like a normal dude, smiles and waves when he sees you as he’s getting mail- is actually a stalker and has a telescope pointed toward your window, he’s a sicko beneath his cute exterior.
does little things as an excuse to ‘run into you’- putting a piece of your mail in his mailbox, etc...
“Oh! What a coincidence!”
so kind? like he welcomed you with some nice house warming gifts and was a little bashful, but is so nice and always offering to help anyway he can.
tries to be the handy-man. tells you your gutters need cleaned and then does it himself without your permission.
invites you to all his house parties and asks you to water his succulents when he goes on vacation to Brazil.
avoids you, too embarrassed to meet you face to face bc he’s nervous and anxious? waters his plants and lawn as he loiters outside to get a glimpse of you- yard’s a swamp.
the chill dude who you actually become friends with. you’re always at each others houses, taking food from the pantry without asking.
read online that men with dogs or babies are more attractive to women. *adopts a dog* and walks/jogs it by your home every morning when you leave [he timed it].
invites himself over like... all the time. makes fun of the other neighbors.
weed farmer. it’s a very lucrative business and legal [let’s just say]. he’s got all kinds in his backyard and that’s like the only time you ever see him... he made some brownies for you as a welcome gift, but you didn’t really trust them-
The world seemed to be in slow motion as Jungkook took deep breaths, surveying his surroundings.
There were eight—no ten (there were two snipers on opposites sides of the second floor mezzanine) armed men currently facing him. He stood still, feeling his lover’s presence behind him, which makes it even harder to make a decision whether to engage, or not.
“Y/N… baby, don’t move.” He whispered when he felt her shallow breathing and the slight tremble from her body. He knew she was scared, she had every right to be, and it kills Jungkook on every aspect. But he couldn’t risk one of those snipers going off at her.
“Sorry.” She whispered, which sounded more like a choked sob and Jungkook wanted to turn around and kiss her; to assure her that it was going to be alright and that she shouldn’t be sorry.
A/N: SORRY! I always seem to post my work at like 10 at night. Well, here you go! This one is more fluff and not as eventful as others are, but the next one shit happens.
~ Admin Brooklyn
You looked at Mr. Kwon with confusion. He looked at you expectantly. You sat up on your bed, crossing your legs. Ji’s cat, Ai, quickly moved from off your side and onto your lap. Ai curled up in between your legs. Ai looked at Mr. Kwon with a sideways glance before settling into his new spot.
“Princess, I don’t have all day, and you know I won’t beg.” He seemed so casual. It always sent chills down your spine. You started to wonder if Ji Yong does it too.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise, but you might want to change out of those shorts.” You looked down at your legs. Your shorts stopped at the bottom of your butt. Mr. Kwon smiled, although it was anything but comforting. “In this community who knows what people would do to you in those pants.”
You got up quickly, not wanting to irritate him. Ai gives you a look before curling up in a ball where you sat. Mr. Kwon smiled at you and then left the room. The boys follow behind him leaving you alone with Ai. You quickly went to your closet, which now has clothes hung and folded in it. You quickly put on a pair of leggings and leave the room. Mr. Kwon waited outside, both Seunghyun’s waiting as well.
“Let’s get going. I’m sure you have other plans for today.” You looked at Mr. Kwon confused, but he had already started walking. You followed him, both Seunghyun’s behind you on either side of you. Once again as you get further from your room, you start to hear people talking. Again as you walk through the living room and hallways you pass people, but this time it was different. Everybody moved and made a path for Mr. Kwon and his guests. They parted like the Red Sea, giving their leader a clear path. Once again you got looks. Although they were the same if not harsher looks compared to last time. Some people glared as you walk pass them, other gave you sympathetic looks.
“So, are you enjoying your stay?” Mr. Kwon asked. Everything always seemed so casual when he did it. Although you knew how cunning he can be, which always lead for you to have your guard up when you’re around him.
“I guess. A little lonely.” You admitted. Mr. Kwon looked down at you, nodding his head.
“I can understand that, especially in your predicament.” You nodded your head at your words. “You do have friends here, though. And I know my Ji Yong will do anything for you.”
“Yeah, I’m not exactly happy with him.” Mr. Kwon chuckled. Honestly, you knew about all the things Mr. Kwon could do to ruin your life, but he wasn’t always the bad guy. Mr. Kwon nodded his head. He continued to lead you down another hallway, the mass of people disappearing.
“I also can understand that. Trust me when I say that Ji Yong isn’t the easiest kid to raise.” Mr. Kwon said, a smile on his face. You laugh and you hear both Seunghyun’s snicker behind you. “Don’t tell him I said that though. That includes you, boys, too.”
“I won’t. I promise.” Mr. Kwon gave you a smile, one that you didn’t feel like had an alternative motive. You gave him a smile in return. Mr. Kwon stopped in front of a door and opening it for you.
“Here you go princess,” Mr. Kwon said, putting a hand on your back leading you inside. The room was long length wise. Nobody else was in there, just you four. There was a long desk that went across the room, with big dividers that broke the room into sections.
“Princess, we are going to teach you how to defend yourself.”
Last Saturday we did our first ever Survival Run! It was loads of fun, tough I thought the climbing trough tires and crawling trough the mud were kind of ok when I could follow Human, it was still a very new experience for us both! We jumped into muddy watery ditches, climbed hills with loose stones rolling down (the way back down was way more challenging tough!) and overall got really dirty!
Hi guys! I know I said that I’m really busy with classes, but I really wanted to give my brain a break from school, so I wrote this! I haven’t ever really written for Peter Parker, but I had a request to do so, so I tried my best! I hope you like it!💘 Basically, Peter has an awful dream where the reader gets hurt and seeks her out to make sure she’s alright and it’s fluffy and soft!
Peter Parker barely had a chance at a pleasant morning. He could never wake up smiling, thankful for everything the world had to offer him that day. Instead, he woke up to a choking, invisible grip around his throat and a horrible fear that he’d wake up, and she wouldn’t be in class, or walking with her friends into his high school. He always awoke to the terror of her being gone.
Peter’s latest nightmare was laced with so many horrific thoughts of her flailing through the sky, or being held hostage by a villain who was merely trying to get to him. He could never get to her in time. She always fell too fast, or he was too slow, or her captor was too much for Peter and Tony couldn’t get there in time. Peter had suffered through so many horrific visions of her death, that he could barely close his eyes to blink.
Her shrieks rang in his ears. She had been calling for him. Not in a needy, sexy way, but in a panicked, horrified tone of voice that was barely even her own. Peter had become so accustomed to her soft, shy, barely-there whispers of “hello” and “good morning,” that anything else was too bizarre for Peter to wrap his brain around.
He always saw her the same way too. Her hair looked wispy, her skin had lost it’s glow and it laid dully against her skeleton. The concrete she’d been laying on would be splattered with scarlett. When he first saw her with red streaks clinging to her shirt, he thought she had looked as though she has just left her art class.
She always seemed to smear paint on her somehow, in between the start and end of the day. She loved painting, but was still shy about loving her art class. Peter sat at the table across from her and all too often wished that he could photograph the serene smile that crossed her face as she began to mix her colors of choice.
Peter blinked up at his ceiling and began to convince himself to move out of the soft confines his covers offered him. He had to see her. Just to watch her walk to class, to laugh with her friends, to watch her sip coffee, and watch her mix her paints would make him feel better.
Glancing at his clock and realizing that he was almost too late to even show up to his first period, he hurriedly began his morning routine. He threw on a sweatshirt, brushed his teeth with a force so great that he was almost positive one of his teeth wiggled, and grabbed a poptart. He wrenched open his front door and tumbled down the steps of his home.
Peter was so jittery and jumpy throughout his light jog to school, that when someone’s dog barked at him, he dropped his phone onto the cement and let out a shout of surprise.
When he finally arrived he pushed through the front doors and rushed off to his language arts class. If he could just make it through this class, he could be with her, or at the very least, catch a glimpse of her smiling, breathing, very much well and alive form. He clicked his pen anxiously and ignored everything the teacher said about Sophocles.
After an agonizing 80 minutes, Peter lept up from his seat before the schoolbell even finished ringing. Peter’s vision was bleary while he made his way through the halls. Everytime he rounded the corner of a new hallway, he scanned around, eagerly searching for her. He even saw her friend, but she wasn’t with her, even though the pair walked to class together everyday.
Peter was starting to panic. His hands shook so horribly that he could barely unzip his backpack to slip his cell phone into the front pocket.
He peaked around the corner and into the art class, but again, she wasn’t sitting in her assigned seat, or gathering supplies to finish her picture. Peter was going to throw up. He needed to find her.
Rushing out of the double doors of his high school, he figured he may as well check out the nearest Starbucks, because when she ditched, that’s usually where she went. Forcing himself to think coherently, Peter decided to look for her at the nearest Barnes and Noble and then the library, because she went there often every two to three days. If all else failed, he’d wait until nighttime and he would stake out her house.
Peter rushed through the grass so perilously that he collided with a tiny, breathing wall that smelt of honey and vanilla.
Her voice was confused, but not agitated, even though Peter had just knocked her to the ground. “Peter, are you okay?”
Unable to stop himself, he grasped her hands, and brushed her hair back to look into her puzzled eyes, before yanking her into his chest.
Her arms wound themselves around his neck, “Not that I don’t love hugs, but Peter, what’s going on?”
Peter’s eyes shot open and he forced himself to release her. “Shit, I’m really, really sorry! I promise I’m not a creep, I just- I was just,” it was getting harder and harder for him to talk to her without getting choked up. He was so scared that she was gone.
For those few hours that he was unsure if her whereabouts, it had felt like his soul had evaporated and drifted out of his body. All of his bones felt too big for his skin and he’d wanted to claw them out. His lip was bleeding inside of his mouth from where he’d bit down too hard. Peter had been so scared. He didn’t know if he’d be able to go on without her.
“Let’s go home, yeah? You look ill.” She said, rubbing a soft hand up and down his arm. Slipping her hand into his, she led his down the sidewalk and into her apartment.
Their walk had been silent but she hadn’t let go of his hand.
Closing the door behind her, she ordered him to sit down while she made him something hot to drink.
“Wait,” Peter called out, shooting up from his place on her couch, “can I come with you?”
Doing her best not to look confused, she nodded, outstretching a hand for him to hold. “Peter, what’s going on?”
He followed her into the kitchen, hot on her tail, “I just had a nightmare.” He paused, “about you, being, you know, gone.”
“Where did I go?” She asked, climbing onto her countertop to reach the mugs on the top shelf. After she finally brought them down, she remained sitting in the counter, with Peter standing so close to her that their knees knocked together if either of them moved.
Doing his best to not reveal his secret identity, Peter mumbled, “you got hurt. And I couldn’t stop it.”
Pulling him closer to her, she tangled her arms behind his head in a warm embrace. Her breath tickled his ear and her lips were practically touching his neck when she responded, “I’m not hurt, I’m here and so are you. Everything is okay.”
Feeling a blush spread across his cheeks, Peter nodded. “Never gonna let anything happen to you.” He pulled away to look her in the eye, “I mean it. Never.”
Peter pressed his mouth onto hers and kissed her for the first time. She tasted sweet and her lips were sticky and Peter knew it was because of the lipgloss she wore everyday. He hoped it would stain his own lips because then it would be like taking a piece of her home with him. He didn’t even care if May saw, in fact, he hoped she would see because then she’d never stop teasing Peter about it. And if May never stopped teasing him about it, Peter would never forget that it happened.
The tea she had meant to prepare for him, however, remained completely out of both of their minds.
He sees him every morning, when he somehow manages to drag
his ass out of bed at 5-o’clock in the morning to run. He was there the first
morning, jogging with his dog, and he may
have been at least half of Derek’s motivation to go the second morning. And
the third morning. And every morning since. His dog is cute.
And he’s hot. Tall,
blonde, and built like a tank. Just
exactly Derek’s type.
It doesn’t matter what Derek’s motives for running are, anyway.
Everyone has something they call home. This thing could be a place, person, object, animal, even a smell. Of course, it’s different for everyone ─ most say that “Home” was the house they shared with their parents currently or during their childhood. Some would say home is the feeling of happiness, caused by being in their birth town, or the block they grew up on.
You, however, considered it to be a culmination of things. Alongside the stereotypical place, you found comfort in the smell of New York; specifically, a street in The Bronx that you grew up on in the quiet side of the big place, where couples walked the streets, runners smiled and laughed at the dogs they were jogging with; where families could be out with a mild fear of being mugged by some druggie or poor guy in need of some money; where happiness seemed to be one of the most prominent emotions and one of the only words to describe the place and your feelings upon walking around it.
Your favorite place, as dumb as it sounds, was the little coffee shop at the end of the street. The workers were always changing there, seeing as they were all teenagers wanting more money or just starting college and need a way to pay for their loans because their parents sure-as-hell weren’t doing it alone. At one point, that had been you, when you still went to community college.
You remembered loving working there, as you always had light-hearted conversations with the customers and relationships with the regulars. But once you got your first two years of college done, you headed off to a big university across the country, staying there for about four years to get your masters. Then, you came back home with high hopes of achieving something great, something that made an impact, no matter how big.
Your dream had always been to be involved in dancing or music, specifically for Broadway. And as crazy and farout as it sounds, you knew you could make it there someday ─ someday.
The distinct smell of coffee beans and oven pastries filled your senses as you walked into the coffee shop you adored so much. People were too caught up in their own conversations to acknowledge your entrance, which was normal. A fuzzy feeling filled you when you took a deep breath and let your senses be bombarded by the homey smell. The sounds of clinking plates and brewing coffee and buzzing of light conversations about work, coffee, the need to finish a paper and get some sleep filled your ears, as well.
What you noticed out of all of that, though, was the echoing, familiar voice of someone you knew all-too-well. The voice was deep but soft, forming words that were so beautifully put together, yet only said because they worked with everything else he was singing about. This one was about working two jobs, brewing coffee, and still enjoying the life he was give. The optimism he had in his words was what seemed to keep the rest of coworkers going, smiling and giving him beats or backup vocals.
Winter Soldier? Yeah,” you scoff. “The scary assassin? Did you know him? What
does he look like again? All I know is that he has a metal arm.”
glared at his arms and hands, which have been covered with a jacket and a glove
every time he encountered you. Even when it was bright out and the sun hit his
body, he kept it on. You never noticed.
felt like yesterday when you received an urgent call from your mother, asking
if you were alright. She had been praying that you were safe as she dialed your
number into her phone. When you picked up, she sighed, happy that you picked up
her call. The Winter Soldier was a few miles away from your home and there were
a few reported deaths. You were oblivious to the situation until your mother informed
you. Once she told you, you turned on the news. Luckily, he never went by your
apartment, but at that moment, you immediately shut your blinds and locked
everything. You even kept a kitchen knife by your side because that was the
only thing that could protect you. What did the Winter Soldier have to do with
– Oh my
fucking Gosh! What happened to your boyfriend?
in Eva’s voice made her turn her head and then she saw him: Christoffer
Schistad, her boyfriend, was crossing the yard, standing next to William and
looking around, probably searching for his girlfriend. Y/n covered her face
with her hands. Chris’ face was covered in bruises, his left check was crossed
by a scratch and his right eye was black.
– I have
whispered and walked toward him. In the moment when Chris saw her, he smiled
and opened his arms to let her in.
ignoring his arms and gently touching her boyfriend’s face. He winced when she
slowly brushed her finger on his split lip. All the eyes were on them, as
always. The whole school was focused on The Penetrators all the time, Chris and
William in particular; from time to time, it was quite stressing to Y/n.
to his face and giggled looking at her.
to worry about.
and gave her a kiss on her forehead, she stepped back and looked at him.
you look like you have been kicked out of a Fast and Furious movie, would you
explain me who did this to your face?
crossing her arms and looking at him, he sighed and run a hand through his
– Do you
want to go somewhere else?
biting his lower lip. Y/n looked back at the girls and signed her to go inside
the school without her, they nodded and waved.
– I have
one condition: you have to be honest.
and he nodded grabbing her girlfriend’s hand. Chris’s car was parked just
outside the school, ready to take them away from the probing glances of the
sitting next to Chris on the bench, her boyfriend shrugged. The park was almost
empty, there were only a few people jogging or walking their dogs. It was a bit
cold, so Y/n caressed her own arms to warm herself up and Chris hugged her. She
caressed his hand before wrapping up her fingers to his.
– Who did
this to you?
whispered looking at him in the eyes, he brushed a lock of her hair behind her
ear and smiled.
there are these boys, the Yakuza boys. They are messing around with The
Penetrators. A fight happened last week, Jacob got hurt, we just couldn’t let
them get away with it. Yesterday night, things got a little bit out of control.
There was a fight and I have to admit that it went too far. But I’m fine,
really, luckily William was not there and Jacob is feeling a little bit better.
explained to her and she looked at him, patiently listening and caressing his
– I don’t
want you to get in troubles again, I appreciate what you have done for Jacob,
but please, be careful. I can’t bear the thought of someone hurting you.
and caressed his face, trying not to hurt him. Chris smiled and kissed her. The
scratch on his lower lip rubbed on hers and she opened her mouth to let his tongue
in. Chris grabbed her inner leg and caressed that zone, gently sliding up,
knowing how much that thing was able to drive her insane; she caressed the back
of his neck, running her fingers through his hair and connecting her body to
his while brushing her breast against his chest. They always used to play like
that, making each other craving more.
– Maybe we
should go to my place.
whispered on her lips, between a kiss and another. She smiled.
him touching his chest under his shirt, he shook his head and smirked.
with a raspy voice and kissed her once again before standing up and grabbing
know, I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but not even the fact that you
have been beaten up reduces your being fucking hot. I need you to fuck me so
while walking toward his car. Chris looked at her and smiled grabbing her by
the hips and pulling her closer. He loved her being such a bad girl in that
kind of situations. He kissed her before whispering on her lips.
– Love, just let me take you home and you will be pleased.
@milkandcookies528 requested: Could you do one where morgan is jogging with clooney and he sees the reader and wants to talk to the reader but doesn’t know what to say the reader so clooney purposely bumps into derek so that he has a excuse to talk to her. Thanks.
I hope you like it!! sorry it’s short ):
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It was no secret that Derek Morgan was fit. He worked out all the time to stay in shape. One of the ways that he did so, was jogging in the park in the mornings some days with his dog, Clooney.
As he was jogging, you caught his eye. You were wearing a tank top, workout leggings, and sneakers, and your hair was in a ponytail. He stopped jogging and pretended to be catching his breath and taking a sip of water to get a better look at you as you stretched your legs, as you always did before a run.
Clooney was not happy to be stopped, once that dog was running he didn’t ever want to stop. The dog tugged on the leash, Derek tugging back to get him to stop. Clooney disobeyed, the leash slipped, the dog ran over to you and jumped up to try to say hi. You smiled, petting the dog’s head, “Hi, buddy. What are you doing? Where’s your owner?” you always loved dogs, so this was a blessing. He was a sweetheart.
As you were about to check his tag to get a name, a man rushed over, grabbing a hold of Clooney’s leash and sighing heavily. “I’m sorry, he tugged too hard on his leash and ran.” he explained briefly. You did a double take when you looked up at him. He was hot.
He held his arm out for a handshake, and you shook his hand. “I’m Derek Morgan, and you are?”
And that was the beginning of someone new. After this first meeting, you and Derek jogged together multiple times a week, which blossomed into more than a friendship. A few years later, you bought (another) dog together. If it weren’t for Clooney, you’d have never met the love of your life.
FKA twigs and her fiance, Robert Pattinson, were photographed in Malibu, jogging today with their little dog, Solo. The pup recently
got a mohawk haircut for summer time. Good to see them keeping fit and taking advantage of the great weather in L.A. at the moment. Tuesday, May 9, 2017
likely that the pap who took these pics was a quarter to a half a mile
away, using a long lens. There are videos on YT showing how the paps can
be a great distance away and celebrities are not aware of them being
there at all.
Which one of the bros are dog people and which are cat people?
Just for the record I am personally 100% a dog person. I have two dogs, one of which is chilling on my lap at the moment. Lol. Now let’s see about the bros.
As we have seen, cats flock to Noctis. He’s like the Snow White of cats. He always had a soft soft for cats and always wanted one of his own. Unfortunately, his father never allowed him to keep one in the Citadel. I’m pretty certain that Noctis’s spirit animal is cat; kinda grumpy, likes fish, likes to sleep, introverted. Cats = Noctis. He always swore his first act as King of Lucis will be to get a cat.
Prompto. Both? Can I also add he is a chocobo person? Obviously. I’m pretty sure this guy absolutely loves animals of all kind. If he had a larger house versus an apartment that fits only one person, you could bet he’d have one cat and one dog (at least). If he had to choose between one or the other, he’d most likely pick to adopt a dog. They’re lovable, cheerful, and loyal. Just like the sunshine child himself.
Gladio would totally love to have a dog. Specifically, he would love to have a hunting dog. A Labrador Retriever would be right up his alley. They’re energetic, sporty, love the outside, and are wonderful hunters and retrievers. His dog would be his #1 jogging partner. Can you imagine the big guy taking his dog on camping trips? So sweet! <3
Ignis is totally a cat person. Cat’s are much lower maintenance than dogs. They don’t require much attention, you don’t need to take them out to go to the bathroom. It’s the perfect pet for a hard working man like Ignis. His cat would no doubt be the luckiest cat in the world. Fresh cooked fish? Yes please. Who needs store bought cat food when you have Ignis?
CAS can seem very overwhelming at first but in the end 150 hours over 2 years is very manageable if you spread it out. So here are some tips on what you can do to get CAS out of the way as fast as possible.
Fist thing is to get the hours out of the way. This way you won’t have to stress about getting it all done before the deadline. You will have to continue with CAS even when your hours are fulfilled but you won’t have to stress about getting everything done.
Do stuff during the summer! It could be anything really. Like waking dogs, swimming, jogging or renovating furniture. If you get one or two activities done during the summer you won’t have as much to do during IB12.
Try and do two or three activities per term. This way you will be done with CAS by the end of the first term in IB12 (since you need 6 actives total). And if you do two activities during summer you will have the first term of IB12 free too.
Join a school charity trip if your school has one. My school had a charity trip to Thailand during the summer between IB11 and IB12 for 3 weeks. The people that went got all of their 150 hours done during those weeks. They still had to do more CAS activities but they were done with their hours.
Do an activity during a couple of days. I was part of a Christmas Wrapping that my school organises every year and the money goes to a homeless shelter for kids in Senegal. I got 35 of my Service hours done in 4 days. *boom*.
See it as an opportunity to do something you’ve always wanted to try. If you’ve wanter to learn how to embroider try it! Whatever you want to do give it a try. That’s what CAS is all about.
Ask you’re CAS coordinator if they can be your supervisor. This way you can do an activity by yourself and send in pictures of your progress as evidence. You can teach yourself something new on your own terms.
If you’re running, use an app. Runkeeper is an approved CAS advisor which is amazing. So take a screenshot after your run (the part with all your stats on it) and have it as part of your journal as evidence.
Write your evidence journals after every time you do the activity. If you don’t do this you are very likely to forget what you did. It will become a lot to write in the end as well. If nothing else write them at the end of the week for the activities that you did during the week.
Get your CAS project out of the way. The faster the better. And it doesn’t have to be anything big. Hanna and I are running this blog as our CAS project and then we don’t really have a set schedule for when we write stuff.
Join school clubs (or create one). Another good way of getting your CAS hours. I joined my schools MUN club and I was part of it for a term. Some guys in my class created a table top game club. You can get quite some hours from doing it once a week.
Some stuff you could do for CAS
Live streaming a computer game and the money goes to charity.
Learn an instrument
Start a band
Volunteer at an animal shelter
Start a Studyblr
Clean local beaches
Try some Yoga
Help younger kids with their homework.
Play an instrument on the street and give the collected money to charity.
Christmas wrapping at a local mall.
I hope that some of these tips were helpful! CAS can actually be really fun and a way for you to get to know yourself better. It is also a great way to get some impressive stuff on your uni application. So make the most of it! :)