garreg mach cycling club

Ride 744: The last 800m!!

Pag 1

1: “Retirement..... race”....!!

2: That's right..... for those who are already third years this Inter High.... the club activities....

3: This race at this training camp....

4: So, Danchiku, I won't give up....

5: I'll beat you and become the sixth member!!

Pag 2

1: The sixth member!!

Pag 3

1: Sugimoto-san!!

3: There's 800m left!! He jumped forward in a downhill curve plunged into darkness!!

4: Even though we have the lights on

5: I can barely see anything!!

Isn't this guy scared!?

Pag 4

1: Is this resolution his strength!?

Pag 5

2: Sugimoto-san is attacking on the inside of the right side, with so little space!!

3: Ah

5: Kuaaaaa

6: ….. no

Pag 6

1: Even more on the inside, he's taking the curve running on the curb!!

2: If he slides even 1cm, he'll hit the grass, and if he falls this race is over.... and yet

Pag 7

1: There's 1km left until the finish line, and he's willing to attack so dangerously in such an important moment!!

2: Right now there's a 3m.... no, a 5m distance!!

Pag 8

1: He counterattacked and now he's heading straight for the final curve like that!!

Pag 9

1: Sis this what they mean

2: when they say “bloodcurdling”!?

3: Kuaaaaa

Pag 10

1: He's running and moving forward on the curb again!!

Pag 11

1: Kuaaaa

3: His rear-wheel slipped!!

Pag 12

1: But he's still pushing forward!!

Kuaaaaaaa

Pag 13

1: This guy... he's the real deal!!

2: He opened a 1m gap again!!

3: Incredible..... Sugimoto-san

4: You've gotten so strong you're making me shake!!

5: I'm racing against such a strong opponent?

Really.....

Pag 14

1: Really!?

3: Really!?

Pag 15

1: Alright, nice, I have no complaints about my opponent!!

2: 300m left!!

4: “I'll become the sixth member”?

I'm sorry but....

5: I'll become it!!

Bamboo....

Pag 16

1: Panda Shout X Hop Shot!!

I have no intention of giving up either!!

Pag 17

2: I see it!! Their lights

3: One of the lights went out for a moment so I thought they had fallen, on!!

4: They're going to settle this

I can feel their tension!!

5: Yes!!

6: Who of them will be worthy of becoming a team member for the Inter High!?

Pag 18

1: 200m left!!

Sugimoto is in the lead!! Danchiku is chasing!!

3: Another ten seconds and it'll be settled!!

Pag 20

2: Issa

Can you see it, Issa?

3: I'm sorry for having been so hesitant

4: There's something I finally realised these days

Intersection - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after not driving for a few months, you accidentally rear end matts car at an intersection.

contains: crying, swearing, comforting, angry!matt.

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i haven't drove in the past 6 months that i've been away in Florida, but now i'm back in Boston im slowly starting to get back into it.

8:37pm

i flick my left indicator, swinging round the corner as frank ocean blares through my small white car.

the road is slippery due to the weather recently, the small puddles on the concrete shining from the illuminating street lights above.

i hum to the song as i accelerate, pressing my foot harder on the small pedal as i keep a reasonable distance between the grey van in front.

i check my wing mirrors, there's no cars behind me so i speed up, closing the distance between me and the car ahead.

theres an upcoming intersection, the traffic light is green, i look down at my cupholder for a split second, my bottle of water splashing up out of the bottle with every rock i drive over, "shit.." i mutter, reaching a hand down and fiddling with the cap.

i gasp as i look up, the light is red and the car which is 3 feet in front of me has come to a complete halt.

my heart drops as my mind goes blank.

"oh my god." i shout as the front of my car smashes into this grey van.

i sit in silence for a few seconds, the van drives to the side of the empty road, i follow and park behind, my heart thumps as i drive in total shock,

i've never been in a car accident, not even close.

i instantly start to freak out, how could i not in this situation. i turn off my car, stepping out and wiping my face with my sleeve as i take in panicked breaths.

the door of the other car swings open, a man steps out, he's wearing cargo jeans, a grey crewneck and an assortment of jewellery.

i've definitely seen him on tiktok before..?

i walk over to him, "i'm so fucking sorry my insurance will pay for everything" i ramble, the brunette replies "i know."

his voice is stern, he's definitely mad. i bite my nails as my leg shakes on the spot.

"how the fuck do you not brake? you were a solid 5 meters behind me and yet your car rams the back of mine? are you fucking stupid?" the boy says, staring into my eyes.

"my water spilt and i thought the light was going to stay green, i'm so sorry." i say back, my voice shaking as i start to cry.

he stays silent for a few seconds, scanning my face which is now flushed everywhere with a couple of tears falling from my eyes.

"stop, just give me your insurance details and number" he sighs,

after giving him my number and insurance details i start again, "ill call you an uber, im really sorry." i say, pulling out my phone and attempting to turn it on, soon realising it ran out of battery an hour ago.

"dont worry about it, my cars driveable." he says, i nod. the whole front of my car is squashed, including the engine.

"you got a way home?" the boy asks,

"i mean uh- no but i can just walk." i say with a small sniff,

"come on, ill drive ya." the brunette says, taking my hand and walking me towards his van, the back of it has a medium sized indent, nothing too major though.

"you don't have to i swear its not a far walk" i protest, "i'm not gonna let you walk, honestly its okay." he says, climbing into the drivers side.

i get into the passengers side, he pulls out his phone "i'm gonna call someone to tow your car okay?" he says, his voice soft.

"yeah- okay." i reply.

-

i've found out this boys name is matt, i knew it was something like that, we're now pulling into my street after apologising thousands of times. aside from the whole 'ramming his car' we clicked well together.

i point out my house, matt jumps out first to let me out of his van, "are you okay now?" he asks with a small laugh, "yeah- i think." i reply with a guilty expression plastered on my face.

"can i have a smile?" he asks, i force a pathetic smile and matt nods.

"ill text you tomorrow, we should see each other sometime?" he asks nervously,

did he just ask me out?

"yes! yeah i'd like that." i say,

matt leans down, giving me a hug,

"i'm sorry for making you cry."

"what? no! i'm sorry for rear-ending your car!" i reply, pulling away from the hug and giving him a warm smile.

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I know that I should be networking at this intensive but the problem is that i have Anxiety

↳ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY // 2013. ᴥ

EP 1 .

CW// Yelling, idk it’s angst what do you want, aftermath of Simon dying and leaving you with a kid.

You pour two parts pasta, one part cheese, lined to the backing on the box. Shifting his little feet to lay along the leg wide holes cut through his high chair. “Luke give it a minute, honey.” He’s a thoughtless toddler, without a response. Bits of cereal to fling around on sticky floors, honeyed watermelon and carrot paste. He had been restless since 7 months. Peopled have stopped Inviting you to things, piled next to your water bill and oily napkin bunch. The large of you knew he didn’t deserve the butt end of it. Your nature is casted into stone. From loved, thought of and care for to distant and diseased. Hugged from time to time, yet no one’s trying to lay with crazy.

His father was a dead beat, not his fault. Not yours. His, the fathers, Simons, his fault. It was hardly and appropriate breakfast, now matted to the front of his cotton shark print top.

He’s zipped into the back car seat. You hope to see the day he’s attached to the booster, then left without one. Sad to see it from the front cushions, driving, give or take a new decade.

His school isn’t far it’s the drive that’s hard. One hand to his aid one to the front. Remembering which way to turn, if he was still breathing, did you buckle the left strap? How fast are you going?

The plastic of his fist sized shoes squeak under his foot. Slides past the front gate, squishy playground and over to where you could not see. You’re off today unfortunately. Meant to report to base and check up with whoever from 141 was left with the shortest stick. It was patronizing, the jut of the gas pedal and the stop for ID. You were no child meant for coddling, you just so happen to have a child, one of Simon’s.

”Doing any better?” The walk here made you sick, the air had a smell of dust and rubbing alcohol. Price’s hat made you sick, the pins on his desk slipped down your throat and jabbed you stomach. “How’s Luke?”

“Fine,”

“You should let me n’ Gaz take him out, yeah?”

“Oh then what after that Price?” “Listen,”

“Take my son out for a drink? Show him a few tricks in your big ass truck? Price? I want you to show my child how to load a gun, captain. You know what why don’t you just carry him off to the front lines while you’re at it?” He just sort of stands there, takes in a breath like he’s going to speak and readjusts.

“It’s my day off you know I don’t have to be here,”

“Yes you do,”

“On whose orders?” “Mine,”

“Right, Right the same ones that got Simon killed, it’s all clicking sorry,”

There’s a sort of prickle to those words, it tickles his face and makes wrinkles. “You knew damn well what you were gettin into,”

“Oh my god, how many times are you going to send for me just for us to have this same argument? I hate it, I hate it here. Theres that same goddamn picture that’s been up since our first date. And the fucking Gym still has the same equipment. How many times am I going to look at that stupid ass wall of yours and remember the time Simon put a hole in it? Like I can’t, I look at my sons skin and I worry just how long it takes till all of our grief leaves scars on it.”

Price finally lets go of that breath. “Look, the boys are worried,”

You were too, shifting to anchor yourself. No part of this was supposed to leave you gasping at night. To have your son set In a deep driven drudge of speechless resentment. To have him shielded yet still affected. Up asking why he couldn’t show off his dads sporting gear like Hunter could. Luke has no father, he never did. And that wasn’t your fault or his.

“I have to pick my son up,”

FIN. // EP 2. // MASTERLIST.

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still thinking about that text post i reblogged bc it articulates so well what some of the bad vibes i got from totk that i couldnt really pin point that well (and still cant put it in my own words lol); botw is all about trying to act out an old legend and it backfires severly, and i SO hoped the sequel would then move forward or try to explore the reason why clam gan could even come back at all (which isnt really done in totk bc tbh as sad as im to say this ganondorf really is kinda just clam gan but he talks now and looks hot, other than his first human appearance he isnt rly humanized in any way, might as well been an evil cloud talking)

botw left me with the intense feeling that now it would move forward, in the present, we must not keep looking at the past as its done now, move and rebuild (hmmmmm windwaker anyone??) together with zelda now and i wanted to see where it would go so badly bc exploring hyrule with zelda as your companion would make room for SO much character interactions and to me it just feels RIGHT, in botw you were seperated for so long and were finally back together with your best friend and one of the only survivors from the main people hit by the calamity at the end, now you tackle the next catastrophy together-

and totk just kinda reverses it all, whoop zelda gone again lol, no no we must look FURTHER into the past and exactly play it all out again, which doesnt just feel repetetive but also like its back-pedaling what botw was themed around bc in botw it went wrong and had to try picking up the pieces and save whats left to save; in totk its like yeah this is the RIGHT way to reenact the past and as a supposed sequel it just feels ... off its like, imagine windwaker ending with you sailing off to search for new lands and let the past rest like the game directly tells you and then theres a sequel where you are back and suddendly are supposed to bring back the old hyrule that was flooded at the end of the previous game actually if totk was that you had to go back to figure out ok how did it end up like this and how do we solve it now in the present so it wont just restart again yEAH!! and while the game may seem like its doing that on the surface .. it really isnt bc turns out how to solve it is just ... kill the evil guy but HARDER and the reason it got this far is ... he was always an evil guy and the only mistake that was made was the divine god king not stabbing him to death immediately

its all so hollow and with all the other stuff i have ranted about its just .. man what happened here

not consuming nsfw content doesnt make u smarter or morally better than people and its weird as fuck to be focused on the concept of "degeneracy" literally one step away from being a conservative christian catholic or one of those redpilled dudes who pedalled out degeneracy memes in tying them w racism. why are you constantly in fear of being a Freak just for jerking off lol or so focused on the concept of sex and nsfw stuff being solely for freaks. like yeah theres weird ppl in nsfw spaces as there is with anything ? it doesnt make it special for that. a lot of people ive talked too tht used tumblr have problems w repression of their sex lives from here because everything makes you a Freak when shit is just way more complex and nuanced of sex topics but ppl on here wanna have Moral upright kneejerk reactions to be the most pure. how do you not see something wrong with this weird obsession with trying to be so morally pure. just because you have lame sex with your boyfriend who has to have the exact 1 for 1 political morals as you or youll kill yourself seeing anything more complex and nuanced makes it so u cant even get off during sex/jacking off doesnt mean u gotta make that everyone elses problem. literally people on here still think its Yucky and abnormal and freakish for gay men to like feet or armpits absolutely insane the lack of experience and knowledge of gay lifestyles. and then these people want full say over everything gay dudes do esp afab lesbians is weird bro

yeah btw the 'cushioned staging' that crown advertizes on their machines is uh like 2mm of foam that is really only good enough to grip your shoes. it does fuck all. and one of your feet HAS to be on the deadman pedal during motion so theres no cushioning there. like remember that pedal is directly connected to the truck's brakes yeah? so in one leg you have effectively 0 cushioning. thats what i mean by WBV

“you look good with my hands around your throat” from the subtle prompts list for Matt Murdock, but for more of an innocuous set up imagine like- how Matt hears/feels singing? Like he’d be able to feel singing technique and his partner lets him try to feel it out more but obviously he doesn’t see it, he just notices how flustered they are. He does the- the- the you know- the head tilt with that smirk and- man. This prompt list goes hard

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ok i got a little carried away with this one but as a musician, i definitely felt inclined to write this and be a lil self indulgent with it LMAO

i also went ahead and closed my asks so i can answer the rest of these through out the week without spamming too much or letting my inbox get too full bc that easily overwhelms me and i think the amount i have rn is perfect!

matthew was always so enamored with your voice. it was partially what drew him so close to you- that and the fact that foggy’s heart rate had never sped up so fast before. hell, even karen’s heart fluttered when you first walked into josie’s bar.

you and your band had taken your time setting up, going through a short sound check and some rearranging of the stage before you stepped up to the mic. you gathered the attention of everyone to introduce each of your band members and yourself before starting on the first song. a few covers and a few original songs were played before your set was over and matt couldnt help but feel disappointed it was over so fast.

the whole bar seemed to be in love with you and it was lucky on his part that you suddenly appeared next to him to order a cocktail. he started talking before he even realized it.

“you guys sounded great up there, especially the lead.” he grinned, turning to face you a little more comfortably.

“oh, thank you!” he could hear the flutter in your heart as you looked at him.

“are you the lead? i uh… i cant exactly tell.” he laughed, waving his hand in front of his face for emphasis.

you giggled and nodded, taking your drink and stealing the seat next to him. “yeah, thats me! most people think addison is the lead since she plays the guitar. theres not a lot of lead bassists out there.”

the conversation had flowed smoothly, leading to him buying you another cocktail- your favorite, a salty dog, one he had never heard of but was inclined to try if it meant meeting up with you again. numbers were exchanged and a date had been set for next week by the end of the night.

he replayed that night at the bar as he listened to you humming to yourself as you sat cross legged on his arm chair, plucking at the strings of your bass. his apartment was slowly taken over by your things; mainly instruments and music theory or music history books, the occasional pedal board or guitar stand. his closet was split in half and you had filled up your side. he had already tripped over a few amps on his way to the bathroom at night.

you ran through the opening riff to a song matt hadnt heard yet, muting the note a little too early and shifting in your seat. “what are you thinking about?”

“me?” matt asked, turning his head towards you.

“yeah.” you laughed, setting your bass on its stand to come sit in his lap. “you have that look on your face. your thinking face.”

matt laughed, letting you settle down in his lap as he wrapped his arms around you. “my thinking face?”

“just answer my question!” you huffed playfully, tugging his hood onto his head and pulling the strings.

he swatted your hands away with a laugh, tugging the hood back open. “i was just thinking about when we first met.”

you inwardly cringed, thinking back to six months ago. “god, i sounded awful back then.”

“you did not!” matt laughed, pinching your side as you started to protest. “yeah, you've definitely improved over the months, i can hear it, but that doesnt mean you sounded bad.”

you squinted at him playfully, swatting his hand away as he went to pinch you again. “those vocal exercises have been working like crazy.”

he nodded in agreement, his hand settling around your throat to feel the vibrations as you talk. “your voice has definitely gotten more powerful. you have more control, too.”

you hummed, cheeks flushed as his fingers twitched against your skin. “yeah.” you breathed out in agreement, ignoring your heart pounding against your chest.

“you know, your voice feels nice.”

“it feels nice?”

matt laughed slightly, shrugging. “yeah. the vibrations when you sing? i can usually feel them. through the air or the floor, either way, it feels nice.”

“i always forget my boyfriend has superpowers.”

“they're not superpowers.” he chuckled, thumb rubbing slightly against the side of your neck. “can you sing for me?”

youve sang in front of matt plenty of times. you honestly sang more than anything else, but him asking suddenly had you nervous. not only do you have to sound good, but now you have to feel good too?

“you don't have to.” he said after a beat of silence, “save your voice for your gig tomorrow, i’ll hear it then.”

“you’re coming tomorrow?”

“of course, i wouldn't miss it for the world.”

you grinned at that, leaning down to kiss him as you felt giddy with excitement. he hadnt missed a single gig since you both started seeing each other, but the excitement of him being there never left.

his fingers tightened around your throat mid-kiss, causing your cheeks to heat up again as you pulled away. matt’s face was equally as warm, his head tilting as a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“you know, you look good with my hand around your throat.” he hummed, squeezing ever so slightly for emphasis.

“how can you tell?” you teased, your own hand subconsciously coming up to rest on top of his.

“i just know.” he chuckled, pulling you back down to kiss you again. “bedroom?”

wanna be yours, ch2

suna x freader , foxy boy

where in which two opposites fall in love

a/n: for everyone who commented on the posts youve been added sorry i cant reply <//3 if you're interested in being in the taglist send me an ask, i was thinking of making a playlist for the au would anyone be interested? lmk !! sorry if there are any mistakes or if its bad this is my first writing <3

ch1. this voice im hearing rn? , hey bestie

word count: 2,090

the first song- The Ghost of You- my chemical romance

second song- I Bet on Losing dogs- mitski

third song- Crybaby- destroy boys

pocketing her phone after reading tendous message, she opens the door waving to a couple friends and offers friendly smile taking her seat. a pair of pale green eyes follow her. after yesterday suna did a little research about her y/n y/l/n the bassist and youngest in the band called 4u, she has quite a big following on twitter, she's really nice and interacts with the fans. looking at her now you can't imagine her on stage suna thought. breaking away from his thoughts as the teacher walks in. spouting for about what feels like hours and the students taking notes, finally lunch approaches. y/n jumps from her seat grabbing her case she walks to the third year hallway. waving to her friends they walk to her, tendou wrapping his arms around her “y/n!!!!!! i missed you” laughing as she hugged him back “tendou!!! i missed you toooo.” she turns to the grey haired male, “semisemi!!” she says giving him a hug, he rolls his eyes and hugs her back “and ushi!!” she turns to the brunette to which he pats her head “good afternoon y/n.” as they go to the lunch room to grab their lunch, they walk to one of the music rooms they usually occupy. a beep from her phone grabs her attention seeing her friend atsumu asking if him his twin and their friend can join for lunch, “hey guys you dont mind if atsumu and his friends come join us?” she says setting down her case against the wall. “nah you can invite them, atsumu is our biggest hype man” tendou says, grabbing his drum sticks from his back pocket. texting him its cool she goes to unzip her bass. “oh ms lady ive missed you” she says hugging the instrument, “i can't believe you two and always wanting to play, dont yall have any other hobby?” semi says, grabbing the schools given guitar setting the speaker up for y/n. tendou gives a scoff “semisemi dont act like you hate hearing us play i see you listening to our covers alllll the timeeeee” he says “yeah semi besides we have a concert soon and it wouldnt be bad to have an audience” y/n says walking to semi to connect her bass to the speaker when the door opens, entering is atsumu in the middle, osamu on his left, and a mystery guy in the back. setting her bass down running up to the blond “tsumu!!” giving him a hug “y/n!!” he hugs her back, she waves to osamu, who shes met on an occasion. looking towards the dark haired guy she walks up to him, noticing shes seen him somewhere. “youre suna right? we're in the same class?” she says giving him a hand and a awkward smile, nodding at her words. “hope its okay im here” he says taking her hand giving a slight shake. “nah dont worry its nice to have a different face, seeing tsumu is getting boring” turning around to the male. “what she means to say is we could use practice in front of new people” the grey haired male says giving a small laugh when tendou scoffs at him, both guys walking towards the small group. “this is semi and this is tendou” she says introducing them. when the introductions are over the two males go back to setting up, y/n walks the newcomers to the sitting area “here you guys can sit, im sure you all know ushijima” on hearing his name he looks up from his name giving a small head bow. they all sit “any recommendations tsumu?” y/n says walking to her bass making sure everything was good, looking towards the small group. “y/n you know my favorites” atsumu says stealing one of his brothers onigiri. y/n laughs and rolls her eyes, turning to tendou “anything you wanna try tori?” tendou looks at her with a smile “y/n lets show semi whatweve been working on” hearing this semi looked at them “what do you guys mean? what did you two do” y/n chuckles at the grey hairs doubtful expression “mr semisemi you know your favorite mcr song” when she sees him nod she continues “me and tori learned it” she says pushing him lightly. semi looked at her with wide eyes then at tendou, looking at semi tendou flicked his drum stick between his fingers with a nod. “wow semi cant believe you, we spent so much hours perfecting a my chemical romance for your sap self and he doesn't believe us y/nie i might

” tendou says fake sniffing. the little group in the back beyond confused, atsumu clearing his throat “have you three forgotten us already, wheres our show” ushijima nodding his head “yeah why are you guys being so vague” tendou snickers “dont worry you three and wakatoshi we have decided to play a new song or well cover i should say” “yeah and its semi’s favorite band you know the one that he wears on his shirts?” ushijima looking towards the girl after hearing her statement he nods. “okay can we play now ive been waiting to show my skills and get our lovely semi's opinion” y/n says removing her pick, both boys giving a ‘yeah’. finally tendou does the countdown. suna looks at all three of them with slight excitement in his stomach, ‘is this a new song im going to hear?’ before he could think of anything else, semi started playing a few chords by himself and y/n starting to add her own strums then tendou adding drums. sunas eyes widen at how well all the sounds blended together, freezing in his spot when semi started singing, when hitting the chorus y/n joins him. suna looking at her, he felt like he had been put in a trance, feeling like theres a spotlight on her when she starts nodding her head seeing her tongue sticking out when stringing the instrument. towards the end you can see y/n lose focus and her eye twitches, ending the song she sighs. “hey sorry about the end” waving to the guys to her left with a frown. hearing applause from the group the frown doesnt last long. “WHOOO!!!!! THAT WAS MY BESTIES GO SEMI! GO TENDOU! GO Y/N!!” atsumu gets up and yells. “that was so good what the hell that was yer first time too?” he says going up to the group, high-fiving y/n. “i mean me and tendou practiced together but semi basically has every song by them memorized but together? yeah our first.” tendou getting up to get his water that was next to ushijima. semi joining the fake blond and the girl, patting her on her back “that was a good first for us i can tell you and tendou worked hard, we're definitely adding it to the set list.” getting a laugh from both of them semi walks to the small group. “hey man that was really good, you have a nice voice” suna says as semi approaches, semi turned to him surprised “oh thank you im glad you enjoyed, do you listen to our stuff?” he says taking a seat next to him. “ive recently just started, i hope that doesnt sound too weird” the dark haired suddenly getting a little embarrassed, chuckling “its not weird i promise, well its good you listen to us or im sure it would've been awkward to just be here” nodding along to what he said. tendou going back to the drums “are you cowards tapping out now?” “COWARDS?!?!” y/n yells back turning around “i am no coward tendou satori i'll make you eat those words semi get over here” she said grabbing semis attention and shooing atsumu back to his seat. chuckling as he sat back down, turning to suna “howd ya like em? theyre good huh?” suna rolling his eyes “im not going to help inflate your ego tsumu” “yeah tsumu yer big ego is not cute” gasping to their remarks “you guys are so mean to me, i introduce you to nice music and even the artists and this is the thanks i get” before any could respond tendou starts clicking his sticks. starting this one is tendou with a slower sound, y/n entering second then semi with vocals. y/n leans down to mess with something by her foot turning a notch noises like static come out adding to the music, coming up fast she starts adding her vocals complimenting semis. pressing on the box she leans down as more noises come out. atsumu leans over to sunas ear “thats a pedal that holds other sounds and can help stretch other sounds” suna giving him a nod. towards the end y/n reaches down to the pedal again adding a distorted sound before adding her last bit of ‘oohs’ before the song ends. everyone clapping as the members stay still for s bit before y/n dramatically bows “youre so welcome lovely audience” she says blowing kisses to them, laughing at her atsumu jumps up and down pretending to be a crazy fan “oh y/n you were so go

od i love you y/n!!!” y/n laughing at him. “hey atsumu what about me!” tendou asks swinging his hand “howd i do?” “oh tendou you were so good, i love you too tendou!!!” he says swinging his arm back. tendou satisfied with his response nods his head, “and with that lets play one more i still want time to actually eat before we play again later.” “yeah lets try ‘crybaby’ we haven't done that in awhile” semi says getting in position.“remember y/n you do the verses” y/n nods clearing her throat “go tori” she says and tendou starts the counting again. starting the counting fast he gets one beat then y/n starts off with singing, swinging her bass back she grabs the mic. suna cracks a smile nodding his head a little as he remembers this song on their youtube, atsumu whistling when y/n dips down her mic as she sings, letting the boys have a solo in between verses she bobs her head. the last few seconds of the song she swings the instrument back as she steps on the pedal creating feedback, as semi goes to vocals she starts getting a solo with tendou playing, y/n leans forward and her and semi sing the rest of the song. after the last note they all look out of breath. clapping for them again letting them catch their breath, y/n starts laughing “i forget how hard that song is towards the end” laughing with her tendou nods “its literally the last 50 seconds that get the hardest” “alright lets clean up” semi says laughing at both of their bored looks they send him. finishing up they all go to the group whove are talking among themselves. sighing as she sits y/n takes the seat next to suna, “so howd you like the songs?” she says with a smile “they were good though i only recognized the last one” he replies, “tsumu told me you started listening to us recently so i thought or well semi thought wed show off a bit with our best song being that” she says with a smile grabbing her bottle. a small smile appears on his face “oh hey tsumu told me youre like really good in your classes and i really need help in history and since we have that group project coming up do you wanna pair up?” she says setting her bottle down grabbing a bag of chips. “yeah i dont mind as long as you actually do something and i can help you study if your grade is that bad” he says. “thatd actually help me out a lot i really appreciate it” she lets a breath out. after that the two spent all lunch just talking, the conversation coming easy for both of them. hearing the bell ring y/n hugs her friends and walks with suna to their class, pairing up in the project the teacher had given them in their period. after class before y/n rushed out she passed him her number with a wink “text me for the deets foxy boy.” ‘foxy boy? suna thought to himself shaking his head texting her with a simple ‘hey its suna’ and heading home.

facts !

during lunch when suna and y/n we're talking the followed each other on twitter

semi was really touched they learned the mcr song

the 4u concert is at a small venue but no one really cares about the other groups going there

osamu and atsumu almost started fighting over the onigiri until suna said something about ushijima being right there

atsumu was watching suna and y/n talking

osamu actually really enjoyed being there during lunch

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you ever make some  Bastards? anfisa and valentine!  also the context of the little labels on valentine’s sheet is to like, number the parts of the story for me and my friend who’s working on this so we know when the hell in the story we’re talking abtsgddfg anyways more info abt them under the cut .. i love these bastards...

these two are in the same world as some of my other ocs - you can find them in my neontok tag under rum’s post for more information about the world nd stuff! if you do not want to look at it tldr its just me putting my more uh. “darker” concepts?? like these two! let’s continue into more info tho: so like, context! in this world, there’s this group of seven assassins who’s existence is.. very speculated. like, they’re a common myth. maybe not among all of society all around the world, but most people have heard folk stories of their existence at some point in their life. this group of assassins has existed for literal hundreds of years, and nobody knows how or why, so they just.. assume it’s a story. a myth. but it’s Not. the “seven” is actually countless people who have been trained throughout their family’s bloodlines as a tradition with every other generation’s first child - or in the case of assassins One and Two, the first two siblings. they’re all basically trained to do the exact same stuff as the original seven did, too. other than One and Two, the children don’t necessarily know each other, especially because usually they’re in completely different countries. anyways so, anfisa here used to be part of this. he was assassin Three, born and raised in russia, pretty much the only assassin of the seven to not be trained to be sneaky and quiet bc most of what he does is loud on purpose. he does know how to blend in among people normally and how to scramble away from people without getting hurt, but man. he is NOT graceful like the other six. he ends up defecting from the assassins (which is just him going. huh. fuck this <3) and leaving to not-america and goes. i will live a normal life now.          he ends up going. oh wait actually i hate how society is and how much of this city is controlled via bribes and crimes - what if i just. actively tried to cement myself in that world. what if i did crimes? i already did them before. he ends up gaining a mild following of people for this and they help him to do this.. the dude who runs the Local Crime Syndicate™ (at least, the largest one), jack, gets. very pissed off about this once anfisa’s group grows large enough scale. he employs this highly revered journalist bc in jack’s mind this goes. “oh, this guy is SO very good at picking people apart and getting into their business, and my stupid police force isn’t doing their fucking job right (lol), i’ll hire this dude. if he dies its barely any loss on my part. the journalist is valentine <3 idk his first name but he’s valentine and he is SO full of anxiety and has so much in common with anfisa about Hating Authority nd shit. this is a mistake on jack’s part who is blind as hell and cannot read valentine’s old articles + thinks he can bribe him with money to do whatever. valentine goes. <:( okay i will try i hate this but also money and also you are pointing guns at me and threatening to kill me if i Dont take the money and do this. valentine ends up joining anfisa and goes from anxious timid british (lol) bastard to mildly terrifying and willing to organize and command a group of people with anfisa who are actively trying to like, overthrow a straight up  crime syndicate organization thing that Also has quite a large hold on a lot of businesses and government related stuff in the city. and SUCCEEDS for the most part. he is very good at this and it scares the group so much esp with the fact that it grows from like 6 or 7 people to like, over 50 or more in like.. a year. shoutout to anfisa he intentionally picks on valentine bc he thinks this guy is cute. when valentine is lowkey stalking getting research on anfisa/the group, anfisa notices and goes. :) im going to make your life so very difficult but in an only slightly annoying way. you got knocked out one day so i stole your tie and then the next time you saw me on the news you saw me wearing it around my arm like a trophy. valentine is so very annoyed and takes all of anfisa’s mild friendly torment as This Little Man Hates Me So Fucking Much. Why Does He Want Me DEAD also shoutout x2 to anfisa for being great at working with machines and learning how to put foot pedals on his motorcycle so he can switch the seat around to like, a pedal control board and ride it like a skateboard. this is dangerous and very, very impractical. he does not care. he’s having fun ps. if you think valentine is similar to a certain someone you’re right. its on purpose. i “steal” canon characters all the time (see: idk, not often actually) with friends bc its very fun to see how you can reinterpret a character without it being basically an au of the original character. TLDr if you can make a connection with the other character; good! just know he’s still his own thing and its on purpose and i love him. ps. x2/bonus i named anfisa after cat no banana <3 also anfisa (анфиса) means flowering/blossoming. i have made anfisa allergic to bananas and have given him plant themed clothingLKJGFDLKJG

ps. x3 im planning on drawing the rest of this team and talking about them but i want to post them all at once. i honestly wanted to do that here but i havent posted in 9 days so i. went ahead and just posted these two and gave their info since its more than, yknow, nothing? ps. x4 (help i have so many notes) literally i never put any of my stories on earth but then dont make any effort to make the contries non-earth countries bc like. *gestures vaguely* man idk how to do that and dont have the energy to make new cultures nd stuff on my free time??? im not doing this for a professional story??? so like. yeah. anyways so anfisa is Not from russia. he’s russian. valentine is british. britain doesn’t exist. make of that what you will. anyways. that is all. thank you. i kiss you for reading this. if you have questions please ask me them i have so much information all the time and it shows me theres interest in this

the lesbian masterdoc is how we got users on here calling themselves lesbians but 3 posts into their blog they can be seen talking about wanting to suck some actors dick. And they think it's okay and doesn't contradict their lesbianism because "he's an inaccessible man"

yeah. look i said this back then and ill reiterate it now i dont really think a lot of these 14-18 y/os are to blame, or at least not solely. i think internet culture being what it is prioritizes identity over reality and then weird social mind games combined with generally some degree of sincere mistreatment cause them to conflate not wanting to be treated like shit by men, or not wanting to continue to have bad degrading sex with men, as not being attracted to men. and once youve 'come out' its not at all appealing to back pedal. especially here in some circles. dont get me wrong - i think at the point at which somebody is fully aware they are not gay and are intentionally lying abt it (sometimes while having an irl boyfriend lol) that is 100% morally on them. but theres a handful of older women on this site who definitely egg on this behavior in younger girls and have for the last 5 years or so. & i can appreciate how that compounded w the fresh reality of female exploitation at age 17 or whatever could make life confusing for you. but its bc they dont grasp that lesbians sincerely are not attracted to men. thats were the confusion is for these people and thats the underlying thesis of that stupid word doc and that shit is equal parts mindblowing and a little pathetic to me

with that said these kpop girls can fight their own battles i am not gonna even consider wasting my breath having sympathy for them. brain damaged behavior

Since ive been dogging on it so much i will compile my thots on the new deh movie. I don't know anything about music or theatre or movies so this is coming from my perspective as just someone who enjoys things. Some other things that are relevant given the context of the movie is I grew up poor with a single mom and i suffer from depression and anxiety. Okay okay <33 bulleted bc I REFUSE to write smth well thought out this list will be SO petty maybe if the movie was enjoyable i would be nicer <33

Warning for spoilers!!

First off. They cut out almost all the songs that gave insight into how the adults thought and felt. These are SO fucking important to the story as it fleshes the adults out as more than just set pieces. "Does Anybody Have a Map?" was so important because it introduced the Heidi and Cynthia and showed how they were trying their best despite it all. Cutting this out, alongside with "Good For You" trashed any chance we had at understanding either of the mothers. The one saving grace for Heidi was the fact that they left in "So Big/So Small" but it was not enough

Speaking about "Good For You"... GIRL. LITERALLY WHY WOULD YOU CUT OUT THE ONE SONG THAT SEES EVAN HAVING TO CONFRONT HIS MISTAKES???

About Heidi... Her relationship with Evan makes me mad. It always has. He is such a dick to his mom and its not even in a believable way imo. There is NO resolution to this. Heidi just offers him advice and sings a song and thats it. They didnt even really fight!! Evan just said his stupid line about how the Murphy's treat him nicer and they part ways awkwardly. Another nitpick about this scene? It didnt have the iconic "ugliness" of the version that im used to. What I love about that version is how the actresses voice dips and sounds so shaky. I love how she doesnt sound necessarily angry, but heartbroken. She sounds devastated. And while I LOVED the actress in the movie she just didn't deliver that same emotion. It felt forced. And the whole scene felt inconclusive.

Its hard having a mom whos always working I understand and this could have been such an amazing moment to showcase that there is no guilty party in this situation. Just a mom whos trying her best and a son who just wants to connect. BUT DO THEY DO THAT? NO. THEY LIKE TO THINK THEY DID BUT THEY DIDNT. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU OH MT GOD THIS ONE PART OF THE STORY MAKES ME WANT TO EAT TWIGS IT MAKES ME SO UPSET 😭😭😭😭

Another thing is that all the songs seen so Evan centric. He sings most of them and I can only really remember two songs that he wasnt apart of

Which brings me to "Requiem"... Which I hated. And have a BIG nitpick about.

First off. Its just shot bad. Theres this moment where it goes from Zoe walking down the hall at school to Larry walking between cubicles to Cynthia walking down a grocery aisle. I felt nothing. The only good thing to come from this is when we see Larry walking down the same way just to return home to cry in Cynthias arms. This is the one moment that got me. The one moment that felt emotionally weighted.

This song could have been shot beautifully. Switching between perspectives and each Murphy's relationship with Colnnor but it doesn't. It lacks intimacy. Even when Zoe is driving her car pedal to the metal driving down an empty road it fails to connect deeply, especially when this moment is never brought up or expanded upon. Also its stupid because at the speed she was going she would have needed a LOT more time to stop than just the split second she has when the light turns red

Another thing about this car sequence?? No stakes. There are no other cars on the road. It wouldnt have even mattered if Zoe hadnt stopped in time. This is one core issue with the movie: there are no consequences for any actions the characters take. I think that id Zoe had ran the stoplight she could have gotten a ticket and opened up a moment for connection between the Murphy's

On more than one occasion we are forced to endure a montage of events that occur without context that I feel are meant to establish that at least SOMETHING happened but what this does is rush character beats AND, especially, Zoe and Evans relationship

Now I LOVE "Only Us" but one cool song does not a relationship make!!

Also the reoccuring montage of Evan falling out if the tree.... 😐

Its such a serious moment but my friend and I laughed. Yeah.... Fail moment.

The way they depict Connor is fucking disrespectful and I hate it and also its fucking awkward. The only reason i sympathised with him at all during the movie was bc he wasnt evan.

Zoe and Evans relationship have no weight

Zoes relationship with her parents have no weight

Evans relationship with Heidi has no weight

No relationship has weight

Ben Platt makes an awful teenager. I dont care how iconic his voice is as Evan. Awful decision to cast him. What was once an emotional exploration of manipulation and acceptance is now a grown man standing in the middle of the hall pissing off frosh, soph, junior, and senior alike

Also the scene with him in the locker room... What the hell... GIRL what senior has a pe class and also??? How have you lasted that long in the locker room we have been doing this for seven years get with the program

What these sequences of Evan standing around looking like That do is NOT establish his anxiety issues but rather make me more likely to shove him in a locker. Seriously. Its borderline stereotypical and makes me embarrassed to have anxiety

I have not even touched on all that upset me but that is enough talking about the bad musical movie for now. If u disagree with me no you dont amen

Seductive Spin Class

Seductive Spin

My 4 p.m. Timberlake spin class is about to start and all I can think about is the path my life has taken. I, Benjamin, a once bad-boy with a fetish for bees used to brothel hop and go to matinees alone to use only the most buttery of popcorn to relieve myself in times when my flesh light was stolen. It wasnt until I hit rock bottom half way through what I thought was flight of the bumblebees, when I realized I was masturbating to Akeelah and the Bee and tearing up along with Laurence Fishburne as Akeelah correctly spells logorrhea, when I decided to turn my life around. Trading matinees for daily spin classes, I have devoted my life to healthy eating, exercise and the LA lifestyle. Although my life is now back on track I cant help but have cravings for large breasts, dripping pussies, and holding my cock watching it blow with the force of one thousand fire hydrants – now thats some good shit.

I eye all my clients as they come in the spin room – the environment not unlike one of a vagina—dark, moist, and pulsing to the beat of Justin Timberlakes voice. Looks like the normal group of spinners, until I laid eyes on her. She was the sturdiest woman I have ever seen. Hot like Megan Fox, but body strong enough to withstand a World War. Hair just down to her shoulders, breasts the size of a newborn baby and an ass that I knew that just wouldnt quit. She looked slightly Bulgarian – I love myself a Balkan who knows her way around a glass of Rakia.I looked up her name on the spin chart – Gaby.

Alright guys time to start spinning! Today were spinning along to Justin Timberlake! Just remember to pedal to the beat. DONT FORGET TO TURN YOUR RESISTANCE UP AND ENGAGE YOUR CORE!

As I pedal, I cant help but glance at Gaby, watching her tits bounce with every step. I feel my cock start to move around in my pants; it begins to harder and my semi-erect cock starts to push against the compression shorts Im wearing. There are so many things I could do to her right now. No one would know. I know I cant though; Ive cleaned up my act and one more slip like this….

COME ON LADIES LETS DO THIS!! SING ALONG, DIRTY BABEE YOU SEE THESE SHACKLES BABY IM YOUR SLAVE

I jump off my bike and round the room getting the ladies pumped. I get to Gabys bike and conveniently theres no one sitting around her. The Justin lyrics are starting to push me over the edge -- You see these shackles, baby Im your slave Ill let you whip me if you misbehave…

Hey Gaby, couldnt help notice your form, let me help you, I purr.

I start a slow gradual descent down her back, rubbing my hands down her arms until I reach her fingers grasping the handles of the bike. I can tell her grip is getting weaker as I kiss the back of her neck and rub my now entirely erect penis on her tail bone.

Benjamin what are you doing! There are people around!

I couldnt help notice you when you came in. You know youre the sexiest girl in here. Come on listen to Justin, get your sex on, I coo in her ear.

Gaby starts to moan as I move my hands down her back onto her butt, massaging every inch of her until I get to her dripping pussy.

Ohh yeah, okay but as long as no one else notices Gaby purrs.

The song switches to What comes Around Gos Around.COME LADIES STANDUP AND ENGAGE YOUR CORE, LETS GET THROUGH THIS ONE SLOWLY.

As Gaby stands up I slowly pull down her gym shorts while easing my cock into her pussy, and start to fuck her slowly. Her body begins to arch as I go deeper and her breathing turns into panting, becoming unsteady and exasperated.

Oh baby dont stop, she murmurs.

I look around the room and the other spinners have no idea whats going on. The rush of the secret fuck is making me so hard I need a hat for it. I pick up my legs and wrap them around her body, holding my feet on the handlebars for support. I can feel her trembling tight body and my cock swimming in her drenched pussy. She tries to turn around but I dont let her – it would be too obvious. Instead she kneads my thighs with her hands working her way up to my asshole. She licks her finger looking back at me tickles my puckering hole with it.

Im about to cum, she whispers.

Not yet, I want to keep going,

I slowly pull out and kneel to the floor, pretending to pick up weights. I start licking in the inside of her thighs and make my way up the juiciest pussy Ive ever seen. I start licking her clit and she cant stop quivering.

Gaby you have to stop trembling its too noticeable!

I cant stop. Benjamin your tongue feels so good, ohh dont stop oh dont fucking stop. Да! Не спирайте!

You Bulgarian tigress!

My tongue darts around, swirling and sucking, making sure Im getting every last drop.

Now you stop! IM about to come, come behind me, Gaby begs.

I go behind her and gently rub my mushroom tip on her crevasses, not going in but letting her juices drip right down to the floor.My pre-cum starts to spray on the bikes surrounding but I just dont give a fuck.

Oh Baby just finish me off PLEASE! ХАЙДЕ СКЪПА!

I ram myself inside of her.

COME ON GUYS LAST SONG. REALLY GIVE IT YOUR ALL, I yell as 4 minutes by Justin Timberlake comes on.

I grab her body and pull her in and out of me, grabbing her tits, and pinching her nipples making them so hard anyone in the room could see. I grab her pussy and start fingering her innards around my cock, playing with her lips making my way into her clit. As Madonnas verse comes on I know Im about to cum. With every stroke our bodies become more rigid and our hidden pants turn into loud yells.

OH YES FUCK ME BENJAMIN, FUCK ME.

My cock is swelling and about to burst, her hands are clawing at my thighs in anticipation. Our moaning and screaming became yells and as I was about to climax my cock had a mind of its own.

OHH YEAH we both scream in unison as my cock fires round after round of hot steaming cum into her pussy.Our bodies quiver as we fall to a silence, and look around us. Oblivious to our surroundings we realize everyone has left the class and the manager is standing in the front of the room. The Manager walks over to our naked bodies and looks us up and down.

Benjamin you are fired.

Needless to say Gaby was a fucking smoking hot woman and I regret nothing.

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Your pov:

“I’m so obsessed, my heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest, I believe in you, like a virgin, you’re Madonna, and I’m always gonna wanna blow your mind. HEY SOUL SISTER, AINT THAT MR. MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREO, THE WAY YOU MOVE AINT FAIR YA KNOW...” 

You were driving down the highway, windows down, blaring music and singing at the top of your lungs, at midnight. You hadn’t really been sleeping well since Harry had been away for work, but something about driving, fresh air, and great music, helped clear your head and remove the lonely feeling you had when you were at home in bed alone. You were really the only person on the highway this late on a Monday. There were a few other cars, but none too close to you which was nice, especially since during the day the roads were packed with people in a hurry. “Hey Soul Sister, I don’t wanna miss a single thing you dooo, tonight.” 

You smiled, and focused on the road in front of you as two cars raced ahead of yours. You had always thought racing was stupid and reckless, leading to injuries that could've been avoided had they been following the rules of the road. You slowed down a little, allowing them to speed past you and not include you in their antics. “The way you can cut a rug, watching you is the only drug I need, so gangsta, I’m so thug, you’re the only one I’m dreaming of you see, I can be myself now finally, in fact theres nothing I cant be, I want the world to see you’ll be with me.” The other cars also slowed a bit, before taking off in front of you once more. You heard your phone ding, and you looked for it, hoping to see Harry’s name, but it had fallen onto the floor of the passenger seat. You reached down, taking your eyes off the road for a minute and stretching to grab it. You finally reached it, sitting back up and continuing on with the music. 

Hey soul-” It was too late. You were head on with the guard rail. Time stopped, everything got quiet, and your vision went black.

Harry’s pov:

Harry was tossing and turning in bed. He never liked leaving (y/n), and when he was away, sleeping alone in hotel rooms, he had a hard time sleeping. His brain was always awake, wondering what she was doing, if she missed him, and most importantly he missed the feeling of her in his arms, stealing the blankets as she fell asleep, and the way she snuggled into him once she was asleep. His phone buzzed, and he answered without even thinking about who it could be. “Hello?” 

“Harry?” he heard her cry. 

“What’s wrong love?” His adrenaline was already pumping through his veins. She rarely cried. But it wasn’t just the tears that set him off, it was the fear. She was afraid.

“I-I got I got into an accident and and I don’t know what to do.” Her voice was shaking and Harry’s heart was pounding faster at the thought of her getting hurt.

“Are you hurt? Did you call for help?” Harry was already on his feet, packing his bags.

“Yeah I called....and I don't know I don’t think I’m hurt.”

“Just stay where you are until help arrives okay? I’m on my way.” Harry hung up and sprinted out of the hotel room. Luckily, he was only a few hours away from home working on the album in the studio for the week so he tossed everything into the car and got driving.

Your pov:

You saw the lights before anything, they were shining through the darkness on the highway. The officer helped you out of the car and suggested you be seen by the paramedics that would be arriving soon. You hugged your arms to your body as you looked at the car. It was totaled. The whole front end smashed into the guard rail. The windshield was cracked, glass from the windows was scattered around the floor and your airbags were puffed out. You were just lucky no one else was on the road that late and so it was just you involved in the accident.

You allowed the paramedic to escort you into the ambulance as you told the cop that you had simply lost control causing the accident. He took all of the details and said that there wouldn’t be a report since it was just you and you hadn’t been drinking or on drugs. They called a tow truck to get the car home, and you were taken to the hospital for further examination. Your body was sore, your head hurt, and all you really wanted was Harry. He just made everything better. He made you feel safe and secure, something you desparately wanted at that moment.

The doctor walked in with a smile, explaining they were going to be conducting some tests for a concussion and then wanted to do a quick examination of your body just to make sure there was nothing hidden that was a concern. You simply nodded, starting the process so you could go home sooner and get some sleep.

Harry’s pov:

Harry was driving down the highway at top speeds. He only slowed when he noticed the car being pulled off the side by a tow truck. It was (y/n)’s car, totally smashed and totaled. He gulped, he wasn’t sure how she was going to be okay when her car was in that state. “Please be okay....please be okay....” After passing the car and all of the glass scattered around the highway where the accident had happened, he pressed the pedal down and floored it to the hospital.

Your pov: 

You had pulled your shirt partially up for the doctor to examine your ribs when the door burst open. You froze, your response time slower from the concussion. You spun around, finding a teary eyed Harry standing in the doorway. “Sorry, you need to leave while we are examining-” the doctor tried to explain, but Harry rushed forward pulling you into his arms. He didn’t say anything, just held onto you tightly, stroking your hair. “Sir, I’m sorry but you need to leave the room, we are-”

“Are you okay?” Harry was only focused on you. His green eyes were full of tears and locked on yours, making you cry as well. “What happened?” He lifted your arm, looking for bumps and bruises. “Where are you hurt?”

“I-” you tried explaining but the doctor cut you off.

“We need to continue our evaluation now to actually figure if and where she is hurt so, if you don’t mind-”

“I’m not leaving.” Harry stepped away from you while keeping his hand intertwined in yours. He glared at the doctor, refusing to move. “I will be here with her throughout the entire evaluation.” he growled.

“Sir...” The doctor looked at you with a frown.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind him staying..” you confirmed looking up at him with a smile. “In fact, I’d prefer if he stayed as well.”

“Okay” The doctor took a big deep breath and shook his head. “Let’s continue then. If you don’t mind-” he looked at Harry and pointed at the chair in the corner “sitting over there. We can continue.” 

Harry nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek before taking his seat in the chair. You lifted your shirt again, pulling it over your head. You heard Harry gasp as you you tugged it off and when you made eye contact with him you saw the fear and pain in his eyes. You didn’t understand until you followed his gaze down your body. Your chest was black and blue in a bruise that followed where your seatbelt was. You also had a large bruise on your rib cage from where the airbag hit. The doctor moved toward you explaining he needed to feel the area around the ribs to make sure there weren't other problems. You nodded, keeping your gaze on Harry. His hair was tussled and messy, his tattoos peaking out from the rolled t shirt he was in. He must've been asleep when you called. You gasped as the doctors hand touched your side. Harry jumped to his feet and the doctor looked up. “Sorry....your hands were just cold.” you mumbled. He continued on and Harry sat down.

“Any sore areas?”

“Not really...I didn’t even think I would have these honestly.”

“It’s probably the adrenaline...you will be sore tomorrow so over the counter pain medication is going to be your best friend. As for the concussion, we will see you back here in two weeks for a reevaluation.”

You nodded and smiled. “Thank you.” 

“Good luck.” he waved as he walked out of the door. You pulled your shirt on and Harry came back over for another hug.

“Are you sure your okay?” he whispered, his lips on the top of your head.

“I’m okay...” you tightened your arms around his waist and smiled. “I’m glad you’re here though...”

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone after this.” Harry laughed. “Why is it that when I’m gone something always happens?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Maybe you should just stop leaving.”

“Maybe we should wrap you in bubble wrap.”

You winced as his hand moved to your side and he looked down concerned. “I’m okay really...I think the adrenaline is wearing off though..I’m definitely feeling it more now.”

“Well then lets get you home, yeah?” 

You nodded and held his hand as he walked you from the hospital to the car. He pressed his lips to yours before opening the door for you. “I’m glad you’re okay babe.”

“Me too.” you smiled kissing him again. Him being there, supporting you, taking care of you, and loving you was the highlight of your night. You knew you never wanted to get into an accident again, but were glad that if you did get into another accident that he would be there time and time again.

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A short blurb for a request. If you like this, check out my other car accident posts:

The Accident

Car Accident

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✹ PART NINE (DAMSEL)

HAWKINS, INDIANA

NOVEMBER 9, 1983

"Glendall, come with me." Lisa called out.

It's like she knows when I have history class. Maybe she's a guardian angel or a blessing in disguise. Of course though, the back of the class starts 'oh'ing. I'm really surprised that they don't know who Lisa is, seeing how small this town is.

"Someone's in trouble again." Carol comments.

I grab my books and stuff them into my bag. But this is not the time to be the bigger person. Not when the craziest shit of my life is happening. So I turn around to face her with a smile on my face.

"She's actually the college advisor, I wonder why you don't know that.." I trail off as I turn back and head to the door.

Lisa has a stern look on her face as I meet her. But as soon as we get into the hallway I can see a small smirk.

"I hated girls like her in my school. Always wanted to see someone knock a bully like that down a few pegs." She explained as we began to walk down the hallway. To her office I presume, since she came and got me. I don't know what other new she could have for me, but with her it's always good.

As we continue we pass by her office and an alarm goes off in my head.

Am I in trouble?

We walk up to the main office, where she opens the door and walks me over to the front desk. The lady there holds the phone out for me. Did they call my parents?! What the hell did I do to deserve that?!

"It's your brother." Lisa soothes my worries in an instant.

I take the phone and hold the receiver up to my ear. As I do Lisa and the receptionist go off to stand some place else to give me some privacy.

"Dayton? What's going on?" I ask a bit worried again. Why would he call me at school? That's a thing reserved for family emergencies.

"Hey Jessie. I figured this would be the best way to reach you without anyone else listening in on our conversation."

Why would that matter?

"Dayton you're okay right? Like you're not hurt or anything?"

"No I'm gonna be fine. I promise."

"So what's this about then?"

Do you remember on Halloween, when I called the house and you picked up?"

"Yeah and what about it?"

"I didn't tell you back then why I called. I want to now."

I bit my lip in anticipation. Oh this must be bad news. He's not coming out with it quick enough. He's taking too long. Dayton was always honest, but he was always bad with ripping the bandaid clean off. "Go ahead."

I hear him breathe out.

"I needed someone to talk to. About my relationship."

"Oh? You've found the perfect one then?"

I can hear him laugh. A genuine laugh. "Yeah I have. And it's going great- amazing."

"Okay then Romeo, so what's the problem." I look around the main office and see Lisa and the lady who headed me the phone talking to each other.

"It's uh, not- I'm not the only Romeo in this relationship."

Oh.

I clear my throat. I don't- what am I supposed to say? How am I supposed to react? How does he want me to react?

This is why he called on Halloween? To talk to me about his love life? And why he didn't want mom and dad around. Why he was so scared to tell me. Does he think that I'd hate him? That I'd snitch on him?

"That's not a problem for me Dayton." I put clearly.

I can hear a sniffle and a light chuckle. "Really?"

I can't stop the smile on my face. "Never would be. I'm happy that you're happy. That's all that matters to me."

"T- thank you so much Jessie. I- I didn't know how- I was just so scared of saying it out loud and I knew I could go to you."

At that, I giggle. "Of course. You're my brother. I'm really glad you trust me so much, even though your like hundreds of miles away."

"I might be away, but I'm still your brother. I love you Jessie."

"I know. Love you too Dayton."

-

I turn my bike around to face the parking lot, about ready o take off when my eyes fall on Jonathan. He's by his car and he's not alone. Theres a tiny gang of kids- and at the eye of the storm I can see Carol. I can see some papers in her hands.

No doubt some diabolical plan on her end.

I can't let him go thorough this on his own. Not after Will.

I kick up the stand and put my feet on the pedals to go over there. It does't take long, but it was long enough it seems. The pictures are on the floor, ripped. And there one of Carol's friends holding out Jonathan's camera in his hands. This is really not good.

I ride my bike to my friends side. "Hey what the hell are you doing?!"

"Stay out of this Chocolate milk." Carol snarls at me.

Chocolate milk.

And something in me just snaps. Her friend is still holding out his camera and it looks like he's gonna hand it back to Jonathan but it just falls out of his grip a little too early and it's face down on the concrete. I can hear the glass shatter.

I look up at the guy who did it. "You're such a fucking asshole."

"You don't know anything about this, why don't you just run on home." The guy beside the asshole oinks at me.

"I'll run my fist into your face." I threaten him as I drop my bike down.

He laughs, and looks like he's about to really let me when the asshole speaks up. "Come on, let's go. That games about to start."

I scoff as he walks away, my eyes landing on Nancy. She's just gonna stand there and let them do that? I knew she was friends with them but this is a different type of cruel. To be a bystander. To let it happen?

Carol throws pieces of ripped paper at Jonathan before she leaves too. I flash my middle finger at her but all she does is smile.

I bend down to pick up the paper- which is not paper as I thought, but pictures. Jonathan does the same, but quicker with is camera. I see Nancy bend down and pick up a single piece, she looks at it.

But then her asshole friend calls her.

Her hands grab a few more pieces before she stands back up.

I don't dare say anything to her. I'm too upset and I don't want to start something with her. If she hangs out with kids like that, who knows what she's really like.

The wind blows the pieces I haven't picked up away. That's when I look at my friend and see his deflated expression. I have no idea what this is about, but I know he didn't deserve this.

"Look, I don't know anything about this. But I can't leave you alone right now. We can just drive around in silence, whatever." I offer.

He doesn't look at me for a long while.

Not until I call out his name.

"Fine."

-

Riding around with Jonathan in somewhat complete silence has to be the weirdest thing I've done. Well- not really. But on the normal list of things it does.

I let him drop me off home after I got him to crack a smile to a joke. Told him to call me if he needs to talk, or to not talk, whatever he needs. He agreed but I really doubt that he'll take me up on my offer. He's probably just gonna sulk in his house.

Understandable.

I didn't even get to check on El.

When I got home, my mom was already there. She drilled into me about coming home with Mickey so late last night. And basically nailed me down to my room. I'm not allowed to go out after dark until Will is found.

She doesn't know that I'm trying to look for him as well. And I am not gonna follow orders like a good little girl.

I lay on my bed waiting to hear the door from the vibrations. Mickey needs to come home and tell me what he's been up to with the gang. I feel like I'm taking this very well seeing as none of the things that have happened make sense.

Maybe I'll breakdown about it later.

It's not until late that I can hear the door close. I get out of my bed and run out my bedroom door all the way to the steps and run down them like a maniac. When I reach the bottom I expect to see my brother but I see my father.

He looks at me- I can't tell whats' up with him. He's still in uniform so he must've just gotten out of work. Maybe he's just tired. It's not easy being s cop in a small town. I bet he gets a lot of calls.

He sighs, "Jessie, honey, I need to tell you something."

That doesn't sound good.

I take a step down to meet him on the same level. When I do he looks down instead of at me. It' s Will isn't it? It has to be him. What else could it be? I know my dad, and I know that if he's having a hard time telling me something it's because he's thinking about how it will affect me.

And he just came home from work.

The only thing the force is really tasked with is Will's case.

"Wait-"

The door opens and in comes my baby brother. He has tear marks going down his cheeks. His hands are at his sides, shaking a bit. The sister instinct in me, the human one actually, runs up to him and pulls him close.

I hold him in my arms, and he slowly wraps his arms around me.

"They found his body. They found Will."