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 Sully, Nate, & Elena

East of Eli concert in Rome with Chyler Leigh

Let’s start this recap by saying we only found out they were coming to Italy like two days before the concert itself. As Johann Frank too said on his twitter, this has been their most last minute show ever. It was amazing though, they’re all so talented and down to earth. I had such a good time and Nathan is so funny. When they took over the stage, East of Eli’s music managed to enthrall me completely. Obviously, seeing Chyler in person up so close (I was in the second row) was heart-stopping. I don’t know how it’s possible but that woman is even prettier in real life, damn! Nathan and Chyler made us laugh various times during the concert, so dorky and cute. I have a couple of videos I can share if anyone wants me to, either of them trying to speak Italian or of the live performances (Chyler’s voice ♥♥)

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When Jack met Phryne ... on the Ballarat train

Jack: “Constable Collins, I hope you’re not allowing civilians to tamper with a murder victim”

Phryne: “Hello, Inspector, how was your journey?”

Jack: “As uneventful as yours will be.  Back to your compartment, thank you Miss Fisher”

Jack: “So, most of the bruising’s around the neck”

Phryne: “But not a lot of jewellery, you’ll note”

Jack: “We’ll take that into consideration, Miss Fisher”

Phryne: “And I’d keep an eye out for a large faceted rose quartz and gold necklace and diamond cluster earrings and several exquisite…..”

Phryne: “Goodnight, Inspector”

Jack: “Alright, Miss Fisher!”

Jack: “Take a full description of the victim’s missing valuables, please, Constable”

Collins: “Yes, sir”

glawarelmagolben  asked:

Hey Joy! (I'm older than you so it would feel weird calling you Mom) I just wanted to say - since I'm currently suffering the pain of having horrible tooth with a rotten root canal taken out - that you have all my sympathies with your teeth problems and I'm sending you massive hugs. Because the tooth I just had taken out was my top right canine I am now imagining the whining and misery that this would cause Vlad (or any vampire tbh) and it's making me smile!

Oh no! I hope you feel better soon *offers hugs* (rotten root canals are the worst, I hope it heals well for you <3)

And for whatever it’s worth, it’s canon in my universe that the vampires lose their canines fairly often. They’re constantly growing teeth (an evolutionary trait, sort of like an elephants tusks in that they can get broken off during fighting or—in Vlad’s case several times throughout his life—biting into a highland toffee, but so long as they don’t break at the root they will keep growing back) that they need to file down to keep them at a comfortable length. They can also be quite brittle, so they can break during filing, so many of them wear yellow or white gold caps over them, both a practical solution, but also somewhat of an aesthetic status symbol to show that they are wealthy enough to have willing drones/servants who bring them food so that they don’t actually need their teeth to hunt anymore, so it’s not uncommon to go to a vampire ball and be surrounded by gleaming teeth. Literally.

One vampire Nathan meets through Vlad actually has diamonds on hers.

As you can imagine, this can be quite painful, but some deal with it slightly better than others.


“Don’t.” Ursula said, without even bothering to look up, and Vlad, hand halfway to his mouth, flinched. 

“I wasn’t—”

“You were going to prod your tooth,” she said, looking up from her book and giving him a level stare, “again.”

“It hurts,” he whined plaintively, contenting himself with bracing his face with the palm of his hand. 

Usually by now he’d be blitzed out of his mind, four bottles deep and several narcotics down the rabbit hole towards oblivion. But he’d been sober for just over a year and had no desire to give it up—pain lanced through his face and he cringed—yet

“Put clove oil on it.” Ursula told him, and Vlad rolled his eyes mournfully toward her.

“I have.”

“Put more on.”

“Put more on what?” Nathan asked, emerging from the other room, running a towel over his wet hair so that it stuck up at all ends. 

“He’s teething.” Ursula said, and Vlad glowered at both of them.

“I am not teething. My canine is regrowing.”

“So,” Nathan began, a smile tugging at his lips, “teething then.”

“Fuck off.” Vlad muttered, pulling his knees up and wrapping the throw over the top of his head and shoulders. He heard Nathan’s amused chuckle at his sulk, and curled further inward, refusing to be coaxed. He yelped a moment later when he felt the world shift, the couch dipping as Nathan sat down and pulled Vlad effortlessly into his lap.

“Oh, there now, no sulking.” the other man soothed, rubbing his hands up and down Vlad’s back.

“I reiterate my previous statement,” Vlad muttered, hiding his face against Nathan’s chest, “fuck off.”

Nathan chuckled again, the sound vibrating through Vlad’s bones. “Look up.”

“No.”

“Vlad.”

Vlad looked up, watching as Nathan unscrewed the top of his hip flask, upending it but keeping it stopped with his finger. “Open.”

Vlad opened his mouth, going cross eyed to try and keep Nathan in focus as his lover gently, oh so gently pressed his rum soaked finger to Vlad’s tender gum.

“Spoiled.” Ursula said beside them, though not unfondly as she reached out and raked sharp fingernails through his hair.

“I know.” Nathan crooned, quite serious in his dulcet indulgence as Vlad melted into him. “But we all need a little spoiling sometimes.”

Stardew Valley Headcanon

Harvey is NOT a hipster and he gets very defensive if someone suggests that he is.

“Hey, I inherited that turntable! I didn’t buy it on purpose!”

“Then why,” Maru asked pointedly, “did you leave work early to buy the Zuzu City Sound Experience’s debut album ON VINYL instead of downloading it?”

“Because I wanted to b…” He shook his head. “To buy it directly from the band so I could meet Nathan Elmwood.  He’s, like, the best trumpet player. Ever. In the entire world.” He sighed.  His shoulders drooped.  “And when I did meet him, I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just didn’t say anything.”

Maru chuckled.  “Okay.  But what about the PBR?  I totally saw you drinking a PBR.”

“I did that to be polite!  The farm girl bought it for me, it was when she first moved in, before she’d figured out how much I like my coffee!”

“Okay, let’s unpack the coffee thing!”  Maru reached under the counter.  “Fair trade, organic, dark roast…HIPSTER BLEND!  You’re a hipster!”

“It doesn’t say that.  Well, maybe the fair trade organic dark roast thing…”

“And can we talk about your sweater?”

“Yes, but please be nice, I knitted it myself.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah,” he said.  “The cable knit in the middle here was a bear to get right. See?”  He held the sweater out and Maru leaned in to inspect it.  “Is knitting sweaters a hipster thing to do?  They’re too busy going to bars and getting tattoos for that, right?  This took me nearly a year.  Every night, I’d go home, put on an audiobook or some music, get my yarn, and work on it for an hour.”

“That’s…actually really cool,” Maru said.  “I was gonna make some joke about a thrift shop, but you did that yourself?”

Harvey nodded.  “Yep.  I’m not a hipster.  Just a nerd.”

“But it’s so fun to push your buttons!”

“And it’s so fun to hide all the small gloves and cover all the pens at the nurse’s station with lidocaine…be careful who you mess with, Maru.”  

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Make it Black

Joyce kept an eye on the clock as she wiped down the main counter. It was already ten minutes past closing time. The grime and filth of a busy Friday clung to her skin uncomfortably and she wanted nothing more than to get home, curl up with David, and take a nice, long bath.

Though luck was never with her as the quiet yet persistent voice of a downpour hummed through the building. All she had to protect her from the rain was an eight year old umbrella that turned inside out when the wind got too rough. David was also working overtime at the docks, meaning she was going to have to wait by the bus stop and pray it would get there on time. She hated working overtime, but they were barely meeting ends—if they didn’t pay soon, their power was going to get cut off.

The clink of the doorbell followed by the squishing noise of wet shoes let her know she had forgotten to lock up. “We’re closed,” she said, frowning at a particularly stubborn stain on the countertop.

“Sorry.” The voice was young, with an odd nasal inflection to it. That got her to look up.

It was a teenager, probably no older than her daughter, completely soaked from the rain. A sopping mop of curly blond hair hung just over his eyebrows, dripping down his cheeks and onto a worn sweatshirt. His nose and the tips of his ears were red and blotchy, and he was holding his lower lip between his teeth, trying to keep them from chattering. But what really got Joyce’s attention was the dark, swollen bruise over his right eye and the bloody corner of his upper lip.

He was turning away, gaze directed towards his shoes. The sight broke her heart. “Stop,” she said, and the boy did, sparing her a guarded glance. Joyce didn’t know who he was or what happened, if it was a abuse or a scrap, but he was just a kid. Marks like that didn’t belong on a teenager, no matter the circumstances. She couldn’t turn him away. “Would you like some coffee?” She asked. He nodded. “Take a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

He chose a barstool, and sat hunched over the counter. His focus on a lone string poking out of his sleeve. His hands shook, she noticed. But she wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or something else.

“Cream and sugar?” Joyce called from the kitchen window, her hands busy pouring a cup. He nodded again.

It was a soft tanned color, more milk than caffeine, but what was important was that it was warm. She set the mug in front of him, watching as his trembling fingers closed around it. He took a sip and grimaced—a slight pinching of his nose, something most people wouldn’t notice—but otherwise didn’t complain.

“Here’s the menu, let me know if you want anything,” she told him.

He nodded, again. Not much of a talker. His eyes settled on an enhanced photograph of a stack of waffles. He licked his lips and pointed at it, not bothering to look at the rest of the items. “Waffles,” he croaked, then cleared his throat. “The belgian waffles.”

It amused Joyce that he would order breakfast so late at night, but who was she to deny him. She gave him a smirk and took his order into the kitchen. The cooks had already left, leaving her to be the only employee in the building. Though not a chef, she was an adept cook and set out to make the kid some waffles.

When she was done, she topped them off with blueberries on top, and brought the steaming plate to the counter. She could see him practically drooling at the sight. “Whipped cream?” Joyce asked, brandishing the can.

“Yeah,” he said.

Rather than do a simple swirl on the top, as was customary, Joyce drew a smiley face. It ran the risk of the teenager frowning and saying something about how he was too old for smiley faces, like Chloe would, but to her surprise she found the boy smiling at it. It was subtle, a slight upturn of the lips that would probably crack painfully due to the lip, but it was a smile nonetheless.

The way he ate was, well, exactly how you’d expect a teenager to eat. It was messy, and loud, and Joyce suspected he hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. That brought her attention back to the black eye and swollen lip, and she wondered if he really hadn’t.

Joyce grabbed a rag from her apron and began scrubbing the areas where his shaking had spilled drops of coffee onto the counter. “What’s your name?” She asked, casually, she hoped. It was like she had hit the pause button—he froze suddenly, fork hovering in the air in front of him.

She didn’t push. It was his right whether he wanted to tell her or not, and she wasn’t going to pry into his private life if he didn’t want her to. She kept wiping down the counter, gauging his reactions from the corner of her eye.

He set his fork down slowly. His gaze went from her, to the waffles, to back at her, like he was debating whether to tell her or not. Joyce waited patiently, keeping to herself in silence. In the end, he swallowed, rose his nose up and said, “Nathan Prescott.”

Oh. She knew he was watching for a reaction and she did her best to maintain a poker face. The Prescotts had the kind of reputation that would last generations. Engraved in the name itself. Animosity that was inherited by your parents, which were inherited by their parents, and so on so forth. Joyce would also admit to sharing that prejudice.

But he was just a teenager. A black eye and a bruised lip didn’t belong on a teenager.

“You can call me Joyce,” she answered with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Nathan.”

She could see the relief flood in his eyes. It hit her, then, that he wasn’t used to a warm reception after sharing his name. Talking to him was easy after that. Just smalltalk, nothing important. She talked about her daughter, about David, she even mentioned William for a brief moment, before she caught herself choking up and changed the subject to the busy day she’d had. Nathan wouldn’t say much more than one worded responses, but it kept his mind occupied as he finished his waffles, and Joyce could tell he appreciated it.

By the end of the night, his skin had gotten a healthy blush and his eyes looked brighter. The weather outside cleared up too; the downpour had lightened to a slight drizzle. Nathan’s calm expression quickly changed to one of horror when he felt around his pockets and realized they were empty. “I don’t have my wallet,” he told her. “But I’m good for it, I swear.”

Joyce suspected as much from any teenager caught in the rain in the middle of the night. “Don’t worry about it, hun. It’s on the house.”

“I’ll pay you back,” he insisted. Joyce didn’t argue, only told him to do as he wished.

As he left the diner she silently prayed that he would find a safe way home.


Saturdays were the worst. Joyce wasn’t against hard work, but she could feel the blisters forming in her feet and couldn’t find five minutes to sit down. But, she was used to it. The tips were good, at least.

They were up to their eyeballs in orders, and, to make matters worse, one of the coffee machines gave out, which meant Joyce had to walk to the other side of the kitchen to refill. She couldn’t keep herself from glancing at her watch every five minutes, watching the hand inch ever so slowly to her lunch hour.

She was bringing a customer his order for breakfast when he said, “Whose ass have you been kissing lately, Joyce?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, already used to the coarse language the truckers and sailors would have.

Another customer whistled in appreciation and Joyce was about to tell him off, until she realized that he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking past her, at her tip jar. It was full to the brim with—oh my goodness—twenty dollar bills? Among all the bills was a crumpled up piece of notebook paper.

The truckers whistled and cheered as she worked to unscrew the cap. “Who’s yer secret admirer?” One asked.

She fished out the note and unraveled it. There were only two words written in a messy, jagged script. “Thank you.” She smiled and the truckers cooed.

“None of your damn business,” she answered, slapping one playfully in the arm.

She managed to pay the bills that month.



A/N Merry Christmas! I know this isn’t much or Christmas-themed or anything, but I wanted to write how Nathan and Joyce met in Exposure. I know this won’t make up for the lack of recent updates but I hope you enjoy it all the same! :*

LiS Before the Storm - Cast Predictions

So far we know that Chloe and Rachel will definitely be in the Prequel. We have also seen Frank and David, but who is else going to be in the new game?

As far as we know the game is set 3 years before the events in LiS, which means that Max lives in Seattle and won’t be in the game in person. However I firmly believe that she will get some kind of shout out. Maybe someone mentioning her name or we will see something that reminds us of her or is foreshadowing her story.

We already saw David and Chloe so Joyce won’t be far away and maybe we get to see some more memories of William then just the accident. Frank is (normally) never without Pompidou. However he wasn’t with him in the Mill so chances are that Frank hasn’t saved him from the illegal dog fighting ring yet (hurry up, man!).  Thanks to Chloe we know that Victoria is already known as the queen of b*tches in Arcadia Bay and where Victoria is, Courtney and Taylor are not far.

If you pause the game footage at 19:05 you can see a blond male person running into Chloe and with the letter in the Mill chances are high that this is Nathan. I really hope that he is there and that we may even get a glimpse of his sister Kristine.

In the trailer we see that Chloe is still attending Blackwell Academy. So we will have a dome sort of reunion with Principal Wells, Mrs. Grant and Samuel. Maybe we can also meet some other Blackwell staff like Samuels wife, Max’s (possible depressed) English teacher Mrs. Hoida or the school nurse An-Marie Barenchi. However as told in the SquareEnix live stream Jefferson won’t be back. Same goes for poor Kate. But beside some new student some old will return as well. So maybe we will see more of Dana, Juliet, Brooke, Daniel, Alyssa, Warren, Stella, Evan, Luke, Trevor, Zachary, Logan, Hayden and Sarah. At the beginning of the trailer we see a skateboard. Chances are that Chloe and Justin are friends in the game and that we get to go skating with him.

If we go downtown we will no doubt pay a visit to the Two Whales Diner and be able to talk to the Police Cops, the Truckers and other customers. Maybe even the Homeless Lady or the Fisher outside?

As of other minor character maybe we see another book by Dr. Bill, get to meet Nathans therapist Dr. Jacoby or watch the Weatherman again.

If you remember the red folders with the name of the dark room victims and took a look at the room plan in the dormitories in Max’s nightmare you were able to read one name on both plates: Kelly. She was one of Jefferson’s victims and also lived in the dormitories in room 217 when Rachel attended Blackwell. Maybe we will met her as her room is opposite of Rachel’s. Another interesting character is Megan. She was Chloe’s friend in the alternative timeline and her name can also be found on the folders. It would be cool if we would get to see more of her. The rest of the dark room victims could also be new students at Blackwell  (Alexis, Ashley, Beverly, Brittany, Carol-Ann, Deanna, Kelly, Lucy, Lula, Lynn, Suzie and Tyra).

In the Mill we already got to meet Skeevy Guy and his Blue Hat Friend and they don’t look like they would forget the spilled beer anytime soon. So we will probably see them again.

And don’t forget the Raven! I got a feeling that he will be the new Blue Bird

anonymous asked:

If you take requests it would be amazing if you could do RFA+V&Saeran coming to MC with their friend and that would MC's abusive/mean ex? Just if you want, ofc. And I like your blog tho

omg this is gonna be angsty also thanks for liking my blog~ if you’re into MC seeing their ex lmao I got a funny headcanon where they Meet MC’s Ex. :)

P.S. I gave them names because y not??? don’t be offended when it’s ur name or whatever ok pls :( ily


Yoosung:

  • he was SO READY TO SHOW MC HIS BEST FRIEND ALLEN
  • they decided to meet at a nearby cafe but when he walked in, all he saw was MC standing in front of his friend
  • she had tears in her eyes, and coffee stains spilled down his friends white t-shirt
  • “MC? Allen? What happened…?”
  • his question was left unanswered
  • Allen grimaced at Yoosung apologetically
  • Yoosung looked at MC for an explanation, but her expression went dark, she looked at the floor and avoided his confused gaze
  • “MC, is everything-”
  • without another word, she ran out of the cafe with tears streaming down her face, pushing aside anyone and anything in her way
  • “MC!” he chased after her, but lost sight of her immediately after the door closed behind her
  • where did she go?
  • when he found her, it was already dark out
  • she was huddling against the wall of a back alleyway, shivering from the chilly winter air
  • “MC? Are you okay?” he approached her cautiously
  • “H- he’s my ex. The one I told you about. The one who hurt me every day like I was a pest under his control.”
  • he was so stunned he couldn’t speak
  • “Why did it have to be him, Yoosung? Why?”
  • MC looked like she was about to break
  • “It doesn’t. Not anymore, anyway. He’s no longer my friend. No one who dares to hurt you is my friend. No one.”

Zen:

  • he felt a little iffy about it at first, you know, introducing MC to his friend
  • sure, he was the one dating MC but his friend was good looking too
  • maybe not as hot as he was ;)) but still, he was a little insecure
  • so fast forward to the day of
  • MC was waiting at the park bench, where they’d promised to meet
  • and as she saw Zen approaching, she excitedly stood up to greet him
  • but as soon as she saw the guy next to him, her expression changed completely
  • “MC! This is Michael, the guy I’ve been wanting to introduce to you for…”
  • “MC, are you listening?”
  • MC’s hands were clenched into tight fists, shaking slightly with anger
  • “I know who he is. I know him better than you ever will.” her voice was low, it sounded as if she was choking on every word she spat out
  • “What do you mean?” Zen reached out for MC’s hand, but she flung his hand away; looking up at him, he could see her face twisted with horror, fear and pain
  • “He’s my ex, Zen.” 
  • Zen’s eyes widened at that statement, not before long, he realized what she meant by that - who she meant
  • without a second thought, he punched Michael in the face
  • with barely enough time to react from the blow, Michael was then pushed to the ground with a loud thud
  • “I can’t believe it. And to think I thought you were a good person. I must’ve been blinded by your face - but not anymore. Now all I see, is the ugliest person in front of me. You disgust me. Get out of here.”

Jaehee:

  • Jaehee was going through a few old photos of her highschool graduation
  • she was suddenly struck with a sudden realization
  • MC had never meet her best friend Sophie
  • “MC, come over here!”
  • she ran from the kitchen to join Jaehee on the living room floor with her stack of photo albums
  • “Look, this is was my best friend in college. She helped me through a lot of tough times. I haven’t contacted her a while because I’ve been busy with work, but I’m sure if I give her a text we could meet up some-”
  • “No.”
  • Jaehee was shocked at MC’s blunt answer
  • “It’s okay, she’s nice. And she’ll be so happy to hear that you and I’ve started dating!”
  • “No. No, she wont Jaehee.”
  • “But..”
  • “LISTEN TO ME. SHE WON’T LIKE SEEING ME WITH YOU. SHE HATES KNOWING THAT I’M HAPPY. ALL SHE’S EVER DONE… all she’s ever done is…”
  • MC was shaking, her eyes watering with tears who threatened to fall at any moment.
  • another word, and MC could fall apart
  • “Tell me.”
  • “She’s only hurt me from the moment I met her. I knew her back in college too, Jaehee. She was in my tutorial, and we hit it off right away but as time went by… she became exceedingly possessive. She hurt me because she didn’t trust me. She thought that leaving scars would-”
  • “That’s enough. I don’t want to hear anymore. I don’t want you to think about this anymore either. Let’s… let’s just go to bed, okay?”

Jumin:

  • aside from V, he didn’t have many childhood friends who lasted with him through all these years
  • there was, however, someone he really wanted MC to meet
  • and that was Chris, a nice guy who was outgoing but hardworking as well
  • “MC, tonight we’ll have dinner with an old colleague of mine, is that fine?”
  • “Sure, what’s his name?”
  • “Chris Lee”
  • MC tensed up at the sound of his name. it was surely just a coincidence… right?
  • when they arrived at the restaurant, Jumin began to approach the table nearest to the window that panned over the cityscape of lights and skyscrapers 
  • from afar, MC had already began to feel a wave of anxiousness twist her gut. Chris Lee. Blond hair, cobalt blue suit, black tie. 
  • It was him, and he hadn’t changed one bit
  • MC stopped walking as they passed by the bar
  • “MC? The table is up front, do you wish to visit the ladies room first?”
  • “Y- yeah.”
  • Jumin left for the table and had a nice chat with Chris, catching up on their business issues and other news
  • but soon, Jumin noticed that MC was taking an exceptionally long time; he was worried that she might have fainted
  • He asked a waitress to help him check the ladies room, but when she came back, she told him the bathroom was empty
  • Jumin ran outside and found MC sitting on the curb of road
  • “MC, what are you doing out here? It’s cold and not to mention rude for us to-”
  • “I can’t get any closer to him than this. Any further and I’d throw up.”
  • MC was wringing her hands, a sign, Jumin remembered, something she did whenever she mentioned her ex, Chris L… oh.
  • “I’m sorry, MC. Let’s go home. I’ll let him know dinner’s off, and so is our business deal.”

707:

  • most hackers didn’t have friends - only enemies and government authorities
  • but Seven was different. he did have a friend: Mason
  • Mason was his church mate, a friend who knew his secret, but kept it regardless.
  • Seven decided that a beach bbq outing would be perfect for them to get to know each other
  • they got there first, setting up all the food and cooking utensils
  • “MC! Mason’s here!”
  • just as MC was dealing with the grill forks, she watched his friend approach
  • the similarities between her ex and Mason were eerie, except for the different name, she would’ve thought it was-
  • “Hey MC, remember me?” Mason grinned
  • there was no mistake, that was Mae, the sly smile confirmed it all
  • MC held out the grill forks in defense, distancing herself from Mason as much she possibly could
  • “MC, what’re you doing?” Seven laughed at her off pose, “Put those down, it’s okay, Mason doesn’t bite.”
  • “Yes, he does, Seven. In fact, that was his specialty. He used to bite me when we were dating. He teased me relentlessly, but I wouldn’t even call it teasing. He bullied me, Seven. He made fun of me and my insecurities, he used my trust in him against me.”
  • “W-what?”
  • “It’s true, Seven. I won’t lie that I was an asshole, but she was a bitch too. She ratted me out to my mom about my drug usage and-”
  • “ENOUGH.” Seven’s mind was going on information overload, but all he knew was to take MC away before she seriously hurt someone or even herself with one of those forks.
  • when they got back into the car, Seven noticed MC’s upset expression
  • “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he did such a thing to you in the past. I won’t be involved with him anymore. You can trust me right?”
  • “Yeah”
  • “You won’t threaten me with grill forks?”
  • he got slapped on the arm for that, but at least MC smiled at his remark

Saeran:

  • he didn’t have many friends - given what he’s been through, but he met one at his recent job and he was a nice guy
  • he wanted MC to meet Nathan because he thought that they’d get along and MC could help him if he ever made him mad or something like that (human interactions weren’t really his forte)
  • he opened the apartment door and invited his new friend inside
  • “MC, I’m home. I brought a friend.”
  • MC was in the kitchen, and answered him through the wall
  • “We have a guest? Give him a seat, I’ll get him a drink in a sec”
  • they sat down in the living room and made small talk until he heard MC’s steps approaching
  • “Sorry, we don’t have much at home, do you want coffee or tea-”
  • before she could finish her question, she dropped both cups and the glass splintered upon impact with the floor tiles
  • “MC! are you okay? did you get cut anywh-”
  • “Get him out of the house, Saeran.” her voice shook with fear, eyes dilated to an unnatural size. She looked like a deer in headlights
  • “GET HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE!” she screamed, covering her ears like she was suddenly afraid of the shrill in her own voice. 
  • Saeran ushered Nathan out of the apartment and carefully examined MC’s state of panic
  • “MC?” he asked just above a whisper, “are you okay?”
  • MC had tears streaming down her face as she grabbed onto Saeran for support. 
  • Her body was shaking violently. she was having an anxiety attack from something much too close to home for him to not realize
  • she was traumatized from previous abuse, and there was no denying that his nice friend, Nathan, wasn’t so nice after all.
  • “Sorry, MC. I didn’t know. He seemed nice, but nevermind that. I’m sorry, I won’t work there anymore.”

V:

  • MC and him were going to go on a couple date
  • or.. more like couple photography session
  • he knew a guy who was just as good as him - Andrew
  • “Andrew and his fiance will be here soon, do you want to wait or we could start first?”
  • “Let’s wait, it’d be rude to-”
  • “Hey! Jihyun, we’re right behind you!” a voice called out from the distance
  • a voice vaguely familiar to MC, but she was unable to put her finger on it
  • as the other couple approached, she realized that this “Andrew” was also her “Andrew” from 2 years ago. 
  • “V, I want to go home. You guys can go ahead.”
  • “But MC, they just got here and today’s supposed to be a coupe photo-”
  • “I’M NOT FEELING WELL OKAY?” MC snapped at him unintentionally, but it had already taken effect. V’s face was evident of the painful shot he experienced just then
  • unfortunately, MC was louder than she thought, and Andrew had overheard as well
  • “Just let her go, Jihyun. This ass was always like that when I was with her. Complaining about this and that non-stop. I can’t believe you managed to seduce Ji-”
  • “SHUT UP! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO CHEATED ON ME, AND YOU’RE THE ONE TO TALK?”
  • whoa that was unexpected
  • MC stomped away, back towards their car
  • V chased after her at a loss for words
  • “MC, I-”
  • “Its okay. You don’t have to say anything. You didn’t know, and I over reacted. I’m sorry.”
  • “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve let you know who were meeting up in the first place, it’s my fault. This could’ve otherwise been avoided. Will you forgive me?”
  • MC pulled him in for a hug, “I’ll always forgive you. Will you forgive me too?”
  • “Of course, MC.”

LOL i was low key gonna write drabbles but ya gurl was also lazy so here’s a mix of em’ both

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so i travelled 14 hours in total to meet the woman who changed my life on monday, and it was absolutely worth it. i got to tell chyler leigh that she did in fact change my life and that she made me feel so much more comfortable about myself, and the way she looked back up at me when i told her was something i will NEVER forget. i told her i travelled from scotland and she was so genuinely grateful that i’d taken the journey to meet her and nathan. she hugged me THREE times, and i’ve never really been a hugger but let me tell you, i fucking held on for dear life. her hugs are absolutely life changing and she made me feel so loved. and nathan, oh my gosh, what a lovely human. his band were wonderful to witness live and the entire day was so humbling and inspiring. they say to never meet your idols but i couldn’t have asked for a better day. i’ll never ever EVER forget it.

anonymous asked:

28 + 26? Tom thing?

Fancy meeting you here.”

The voice seemed familiar but you had been drinking a lot and everything tonight was happening so quickly it all seemed like a blur. “Nathan?” you said, shocked. 

“In the flesh!” he beamed, bending down to pull you into a hug. “How’ve you been?”

You wanted to fire off all the incredible journeys you’d been on lately. Your recent move to London, a start to a new career, and an incredibly blissful relationship with you boyfriend, Tom. However, telling your ex-boyfriend how happy you are with your new boyfriend seemed a little too below the belt. After all, you were the one who ended things. 

“Well, I’ve been great. Good, yeah. Really good.” 

“Here we are, love.” Tom said, shuffling through some people with two drink in his hands. “You would not believe the line at the bar,” he continues, moving in to kiss your temple and then your cheek. 

You couldn’t blame him, before he went to the bar you were all over each other. A blooming hickie on Tom’s neck was evidence of that. Noticing your stiffness, Tom pulled away and finally noticed Nathan. “Hey, what’s up, man? I’m Tom, this one’s boyfriend.” he said cheerily, bumping your shoulder. You widened your eyes.

“Uh. Tom, this is Nathan….we, uh, used to date.” you said, motioning towards your high school boyfriend. 

“Oh, wow. Okay.” Tom said, leaning only slightly away from you. “I-I-” 

“Hey, no worries, dude.” Nathan said, and you remembered how cool he could be. “It’s not like I came here to confess my undying love for (y/n) or anything.” he laughed and you and tom exchanged an uncomfortable look. This look was followed by a heavy silence, which Nathan tried to break by saying, “I’m kidding.” But it backfired and only made you feel weirder. 

Well, this is awkward.” Tom laughed charmingly and extended his hand out to you, “let’s dance. Nice to meet you Nathan.” he said, pulling you away with a quick goodbye. 

“My hero!” you cheered in his ear once you arrived on the dance floor where you could continue your canoodling. 

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“You look pleased with yourself,” I say.

“I’m pleased to meet you.” He puts his hand up to his glasses and takes hold of them as if he’s going to take them off, but he doesn’t. “That sounds very English, doesn’t it? I’m very pleased to meet you, Nathan.”

And instantly I’m pissed off.

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