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bingbongsupremacy · 10 months

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The Letter Pt. 3

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem! reader

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used

Summary: Ellie and Y/N are in two very different social groups at school. One day when Y/N's crush is cruelly exposed in front of the whole school, Y/N is brutally shot down. Finally, five years later the two run into each other again.

High School AU

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*Not Proof Read*

A/N: Day one is bad. I didn't know what to do for the first day. I just wanted it to look awkward af bc it's supposed to be super awkward and tense between Ellie and reader. Guys idk how good this is. I feel like I had an idea but idk if I executed it very well. I kinda just ran out ideas for this story. Lmk what you think. Also sorry for not updating yesterday. I just started a new job and shit's wack. I feel like whenever I go to work my body insecurities get worse, ya know? Idk why. Maybe it's the uniform or whatever but I just feel shitty whenever I show up. Anyways, ya'll aren't here for my life story so here's what you came for.

Also I changed it to only three days bc I couldn't think of enough things for them to do.

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Day One

Trixie's. Must be a new business.

I don't remember it being here before.

A cool breeze brushes past me as soon as I walk in. The first thing I notice is the large bar in the back of the room. What I'd give for a fucking beer right now...

We sit towards the back of the building. A waitress is quick to bring us some bright red menu's. " I'll be right with you two in a moment. " She smiles before rushing off.

Ellie and I are silent as we scan over the menu's. I don't think either of us knows exactly what to say. I mean, what the hell are you supposed to someone who caused you so much pain?

Just one hour.

Ellie sets down her menu. " Hey so, there's a fair coming through town this week. Do you maybe want to go on Thursday? " She asks cautiously.

I glance up at her. Bad mistake.

Fuck she's hot.

" Um, " Fuck I don't know. Do I want to go? Fuck. " Sure. " I shrug, setting aside my menu. " I mean we've got to do something Thursday anyways, why not? "

The rest of the evening seems to drag on. Small talk is quickly overcome with awkward silence.

How the fuck am I going to do this for 6 more days?

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Day 2

Here we go again.

I pull into the movie theater parking lot. People flow in and out of the building, smiles adorning their faces.

I spot Ellie waiting by the entrance, cigarette in hand. " Hey. " I greet with a tight smile.

" Oh hi! " Ellie smiles, snuffing out the bud. " Ya ready? " She asks.

" Yup. " I mumble. In an ideal world both of us will end up disagreeing on a movie to watch and end up splitting up to watch our own show. I doubt it'll happen, but a girl can dream.

" What should we watch? " Ellie asks while looking through the movies. " Oh shit, the Savage Starlight movie came out. " She mutters, her eyes lighting up slightly.

" Wait really? " I glance over her shoulder to look. " I thought it was coming out next month. "

Ellie nods. " Me too. Should we watch it? "

" Sure. "

At least something good will come out of this.

" That fucking sucked. " Ellie blurts as we walk out of the building. " Whoever made that needs to fucking read the comics. "

" Oh my god, I thought I was the only one. " I sigh. " They completely ruined the plot. "

Ellie nods in agreement. " And Daniela Star...fuck what the hell did they do to her costume? "

I chuckle. " They sexified it. Like bro, just let a girl live without having to show her tits. " I roll my eyes.

" Yeah. "

There's a moment of comfortable silence. No tension. No anger. Just two people bonding over a comic series. For a moment I almost things feel okay.

" I don't know about you, but I'm fucking hungry. Do you wanna grab something to eat? " Ellie asks.

" You read my mind. " I nod, pushing myself off of the wall. " Where are we going? "

Ellie and I walk down the street to a small pizza joint.

" I'll have the cheese pizza, please. " I say after examining the menu.

" Alright, your total is $4.50. "

" I got it. " Ellie pulls out her wallet before I can speak. She hands over a five dollar bill. " Keep the change. "

" Ellie. " I shake my head. " You've paid for everything so far. I can't let you do this. " I try to hand her another five.

Ellie backs up shaking her head. " No. I told you I was gonna make what I did up to you. This is the least I can do. "

We quickly grab our food and head outside.

" This shit is the best. " Ellie mutters between bites. " I don't know why I haven't been here in so long. I used to love this place as a kid. "

" Marco slips something in his dough, I swear. " I agree. " I haven't found another place with pizza this good. "

The sound of crickets fills the air. A small click captures my attention.

" That shit's gonna kill you. "

Ellie shrugs, lighting up the end of her cigarette. " At least I'll die happy. "

I roll my eyes. " You'll die hacking up blood. "

Ellie's nose crinkles slightly. " Thanks for the visualization, dad. " She mocks slightly. " I only smoke when I'm nervous or stressed. "

I purse my lips. " Ellie Williams, are you nervous right now? "

Ellie doesn't respond. Instead she takes a deep breath.

" What happened to you, Ellie. " I ask genuinely curious. " You used to be... "

" Perfect? "

" I was gonna say an asshole. "

Ellie chuckles. " I grew a fucking spine. I ended up cutting majority of my friends off and dropping out of college. Now I sell weed and work at a supermarket. " She says nonchalantly.

" Definitely a big character change. "

Ellie grins. " Speaking of weed. " She pulls out a blunt. " You ever try one? "

" Of course. "

Maybe tonight won't be so bad.

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Day 3 (Thursday)

" I will win that stupid bear if it's the last thing I do. " Ellie huffs in frustration. Her face hardens in concentration as she tosses another dart at the dart board.

" You really don't need to, Ellie. " I grin at her 20th attempt.

Ellie doesn't respond. A small alarm goes off as Ellie finally makes the final dart into the center of the board. " Fuck yeah, baby! " She cheers. " Told you I'd do it, Y/N. "

I roll my eyes. " Yeah yeah. "

Ellie accepts the large stuffed bear from a game operator who's obviously very annoyed with us. Yeah, we've been here a bit.

" Here, this is yours. " Ellie hands me the large brown bear.

" Are you sure? You spent like 40 bucks trying to win this thing. "

Ellie takes a sip of her beer. " It was worth the smile on your face. Keep it. "

The past couple of days have been...unexpected. I came into this fully expecting to hate Ellie when I leave.

Now I'm not so sure.

We make our way to our last ride of the night; The Ferris Wheel.

" God, Jackson looks beautiful up here. " I sigh while peering down at the bright lights.

Ellie hums in agreement. " It's a nice breather from the world. I feel like I can just...be. "

" It definitely is. " I glance over at Ellie.

She looks back at me. Her smile slightly falters. " I guess this is it. "

It's the third day.

Have I forgiven her? I'm not sure. On one hand, I don't feel like she's the same person. On the other hand, how can I be sure. I mean, I haven't been here in five years. She could be lying for all I know.

" I'm not sure about you, Ellie. I don't think three days is enough time to fix what happened. "

Ellie nods, gaze dropping to her lap.

" But I'd like to get to know you. "

She head snaps up. Confusion flashes across her expressions. She obviously wasn't expecting me to want to talk to her after this.

" Maybe I can...stay a little longer. "

A grin spreads across Ellie's features. " I'd like that. "

" Well then. To new beginnings. "

" To new beginnings. "

I don't really like this last chap. I might remake it if I can come up with some ideas for it. Hopefully some of you guys still enjoyed it.

Tag list (Sorry if I missed you): @octavias-next-meat-bite @ximtiredx @gold-dustwomxn @3lliesrifle @mokeysthings @mqddieas @elliesinterlude @ashlqyy @villainousbear

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chainofclovers · 2 months

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For the second time in two years I have bought a shirt on the internet that I did not realize was a crop top only to find out it was! The latest one was at least very cheap (marked down so low it's nonrefundable), an impulse buy tacked on to an order of a few nicer items (all of which work great, thanks very much). But like.......what the hell. I knew this top would be "slightly cropped" and I knew to size up because there were enough reviews saying it ran small, but everything about it online led me to believe it would be fitted and the type of cropped that looks good with high-waisted jeans. No one mentioned that if you've got a C cup or higher, this thing will basically look like a very modest bra with short sleeves. (The model looks like she has bigger boobs than me--I'm a C--but I could be delusional.) (On the bright side, had many laughs over this thing when it arrived last night, and when it ends up at Goodwill with the tags still on it makes me happy to think about the absolute journey some unwitting customer is going to go through when they stretch this thing over their chest and experience their body from a whole new view.)

Small victory: it was very cool of my brain that when I put that shirt on, my first thought was not "ugh my body is terrible" but was instead "oh my god this shirt is so wack and that is hilarious"!

I've been thinking a lot about my job and the way my relationship to it ebbs and flows dramatically. I'm in a period of really liking it right now. This could end at any time. And so could, I suppose, the job itself, although things seem relatively stable. Something that's been helping me ever since I went on my once-every-few-months Costco run last weekend is thinking about how my job is only fake important and I genuinely could see myself being one of the food sample people at Costco. I love talking to people, including small talk and random brief encounters. (Believe it or not, this was my favorite part of my years working retail.) I love giving people food. I would not have to think about giving people food at Costco when I was not at Costco giving people food, although I absolutely would. Maybe I will do this when I retire, and maybe I will retire today. :) :) :)

I am not going to retire today, but an exit strategy that is unrelated to writing feels so nice and silly and calming.

I've been having a fucking fantastic time writing lately, even as it is, as always, difficult and annoying. Writing! Yeah!

Also as always, the world is so bad and so good, and everything is going on, and being a person is so weird.

#this was so random #about me #personal

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krsonmar · 2 years

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You're all driving me wiggedy-wack thinking The Slap was the big clue in the Sire episode. You're so close--sooo close!--it's right next to it in that scene!! "Nandor's testing Guillermo hurr durr and his facial expression is him figuring out the hypnosis didn't work huuuurrrmpamcakes"…Nandor might once have been a military strategist, maybe…700 years ago, if his "strategy" wasn't just brute force (his epithet isn't Nandor the Subtle Manipulator, guys)…but these days our adorable himbo is a little more reminiscent of a menopausal church lady who just dropped the casserole she's been slaving over for a week right outside the Bible study group meeting room's doorway than a paragon of stoicism or gravitas, and when he can get up the motivation to rub two neurons together hard enough that they put a dent in his depression inertia, he comes up with stuff like the Doug Peterson hypnosis attempt. He's a dear and I love him to little bitsy pieces, but Ender Wiggin he is not, if he ever was.

The moment there that you need to notice is not Nandor's reaction to The Slap…it's Colin's. Yes, he's feeding off the drama, but in the moment of the attempt to entice The Sire with our favorite thirst-trap vampire-slayer's slick booty-shaking moves, Colin encourages him, "Yeah, Guillermo, shake your money-maker!"

So? What's that got to do with anything?

That, my friends, is a test coming back conclusive. That is a Chekov's gun being fired.

When the vampires think they're hypnotizing Guillermo not to hurt them, right before they finish the spell and break off the connection…Colin adds in that whenever he says Guillermo's name, Guillermo has to meow like a cat. He tests it as soon as Guillermo "wakes up"…and Guillermo plays along and meows to keep the illusion against them all going.

Gun on the mantlepiece.

When The Slap happens, the characters are all too shocked in that instant to put the pieces together…including Nandor, whose blood is not flowing into the head that's on his shoulders at the moment, if you catch my drift. But Colin has always been a little more "with it" than the bloodsuckers, and when he eggs Guillermo on later, he doesn't call him Gizmo…and Guillermo, busy with other things, forgets to meow.

Pow. The gun's been fired.

The interesting thing is that if Colin has indeed purposely tested the efficacy of the hypnosis here, he knows it didn't work…and he appears to keep it to himself. By the time Guillermo himself spills the beans to Nandor during the fight, Colin has conveniently been dead for an episode or so, seemingly taking the secret to his grave. Except, of course, that he doesn't have one, he reincarnates. And with that weird, middle-aged head on an infant's body, too! Which visually suggests some kind of continuity between Colin's lives; is he the same Colin, or a completely blank slate? Does some "essence" remain of his previous self? Or maybe…some memories? Will Colin 2.0 have any recollection that Guillermo is immune to vampiric hypnosis? If so, will he continue keeping that a secret? Why or why not? And if he did have this figured out prior to being rebooted in his meatspace form, why might he have chosen not to say anything? That could go either way: was he keeping that in his back pocket strategically, or out of goals that might not have been self-serving?

Never trust the accountant dude, guys…he keeps all the books and knows where everything does or doesn't add up!

#wwdits #wwdits fx #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #colin robinson #the slap #fan theories #fan speculation #wwdits colin robinson

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ashleycatchemm · 2 years

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1-14: Suspicious Minds

Part 14 of ??

Pairings: Reggie x Reader, Luke x Julie, Alex x Willie

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) has been able to see and feel ghosts ever since she was little, which made it hard to tell the ghosts from the humans. Everyone has always thought she was a bit crazy, even her best friends, Julie and Flynn. But when three ghosts with a love for music appear in Julie's garage, suddenly (Y/n) doesn't seem so crazy anymore.

Song: Suspicious Minds (Elvis Presley)

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I made my way through the school halls, chewing on a piece of gum as I walk. Humming a tune to a song I've been working on, I never really plan on singing it, it's really just something to help get my feelings out. I noticed Julie and Flynn talking in front of Julies open locker. Making my way over I was quick to state "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Reggie wanted to hang for a bit before I left, and we just-" Julie cut me off by finishing my sentence for me "..Lost track of time." She let out a small laugh while saying "Yeah, we know." Flynn looked at me, a small smirk sitting on her face in amusement.

I looked between the two, who seemed to know something I don't. I narrowed my eyes at the two of them, grabbing onto the only strap on my shoulder, pulling it up to fix it. "What?" I asked, leaving my hand on my strap, the two of them just shook their heads as Flynn asked Julie and I "So, how's the band? Still hot? Still talented?" She looked around us before leaning in and asking "Still dead?" Julie and I both let out small laughs in amusement.

"Amazing"

I nodded my head in agreement with Julie "Luke and I spent the whole weekend writing songs. Come on. You two wanna hear some of them?" A smile crossed all of our faces as Flynn stated "Duh!" And I said a quick "Hell yeah." Julie then turned to her locker, taking out the lock for it, closing it shut and locking it before hooking her arms around both of ours. The three of us made our way off to the music room.

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"...Like it was flowing through me like when I used to write with mom."

Julie stated as we walked into the music room, Flynn and I unhooked our arms from her as she made her way behind the piano to play. Flynn and I stood in front of the piano as Julie put down her bag and sat down on the bench "So, this is the first song Luke and I wrote." Lifting up the fall board she continued to talk, placing her hands on the keys "Here's a bit of the chorus." Flynn and I nodded our heads to the Chorus as she played the piano and sang "Cause we're standing on the edge of great, great, great" she stopped playing and waited for Flynn and I's opinion "Wow! I like it! Definite GaGa vibes." I nodded my head in agreement with Flynn while stating "Yeah, It's really good Jules!" Sending her a smile.

"Thanks! I think we have an anthem with this one. It's something my mom and I were working on."

I looked between Flynn and Julie, only to see Flynn giving her a supporting smile. "Luke and I finished it. Check it out." My eyes landed back on Julie as she started to play the piano and sing "and it's one, two, three, four times. That I've tried for one more night. Light a fire in my eyes, I'm going out of my mind." Flynn sent her a smile along with a nod of her head "That's...that's beautiful." Julie looked over at me and I smiled and nodded my head in agreement.

Julie let out a small chuckle in relief, only for Flynn to say "And my girls got a crush, and his name is Luke." This caused me to let out a laugh as Julie tried to defend herself "What? No. Luke's a ghost." Flynn argued her reasoning by stating "A cute ghost" Julie went silent for a couple of seconds, only for a smile to take over her features as she nodded her head "With a perfect smile." Another laugh only for Flynn to wack me in the back of the head. "Ow!" I stated as I rubbed the back of my head "And what are you laughing about? Miss. 'I have a crush on Reggie' " a blush was quick to overtake my features.

'Damn Flynn and her detective skills.'

I let out a huff before shaking my head and stating "I do not! He's...he's....dumb and annoying and has these stupid dimples." I now started pacing back and fourth, going on a rant about how I don't like Reggie "And his hair, ugh, don't even get me started it just, it's this shade of dark brown that just...it just...ugh!" I felt my heart beating faster, my cheeks warming up with every word as I couldnt find anything bad to say about Reggie, hell I couldn't bring myself to say anything bad about him. "And his...his laugh... is just... damn it! He makes me wanna punch his cute face!" I suddenly stopped in place, eyes widening, my attention shifted towards the two girls by the piano, only to see them looking as amused as ever.

Flynn stood with her arms crossed in an 'I told you so' sort of fashion as Julie just smiled in amusement while stating "Yeah, you totally don't like Reggie whatsoever." This caused a chuckle in amusement to come from Flynn as I rolled my eyes. 'This is the exact reason I didn't want them to know.' I thought as I shoved my hands in my pockets as I made my way back over to the two of them. "Yeah, Yeah, whatever." The two girls in front of me let out small laughs of their own, a smile gracing my own lips as they laughed.

"Well, obviously you two have a connection with those two boys. Everybody's wondering when you'll play again."

Julie and I seemed to have the same thought as I asked "Again?" The same time Julie asked "Play again?" My thoughts immediately went to Caleb feeling fear corse through me I was quick to try to calm myself down 'If he doesn't know, then I'll be fine.' Julie continued to voice her explanation "We don't have anything planned. Luke and I have just been focused on writing songs." Flynn then jumped in with a smile "Lucky for you, your marketing team has been way ahead of you." I raised a brow and let out a small chuckle "Marketing team?" I asked in amusement as Julie stated "We don't have a marketing team." Flynn was quick to pull out a flyer from her backpack.

Showing the both of us "Yes, you do! And Surprise! You're playing the school dance tonight, and I'm DJ-ing too." Julie had the poster in her hands looking it over as Flynn continued "I posted it all over social media. You have an excellent marketing team." Flynn stated with a smug smile. I grabbed the flyer out of Julie's hand and read it over " 'Julie and (Y/n) and their Hologram Band, Tonight at the dance!' ?" I shook my head while saying "I can't do tonight." Flynn looked over at me confused.

"Well, why not?"

I raised my brows while saying "uh, I have work" in a sarcastic tone. Flynn shrugged in response "So just tell your boss that you need the night off" I let out a small laugh in response to her statement "Uh, yeah, Flynn, you don't just ask my boss for the night off. It's more like he tells you when you can get the night off, and for me that's never." Flynn groaned in annoyance at the inconvenience, letting out a sigh, she turned towards Julie while saying "Well, at least we got the rest of the band" Julie shook her head as I placed down the flyer on the piano. "No. No. This is in front of the whole school." Julie put her hand on the flyer for emphasis as Flynns phone started buzzing.

Pulling out her phone she looked at the new notifications, only to look back at Julie and state "Sorry, but you already have 68 likes" Sending the two of us a smile she was quick to walk off out of the music room. Julie huffed while gathering her things before running off after Flynn "Wait!" She shouted as I let out a laugh and followed after the two of them.

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I laid across the couch in Julies music studio, tossing a ball up and down as Luke and Reggie stood by the grand piano, looking over the flyer Flynn gave to Julie and I earlier that day. "We're playing a school dance? Sweet!" I heard the voice of the boy I've grown to love, causing me to focus on him rather than the ball I'm throwing. "It's not exactly the strip." Luke dejectedly stated, Reggie was quick to respond with "Hey you're not exactly alive, so you should be happy we have our first gig" I wasn't paying attention, to distracted by Reggie's conversation, as the ball fell back down and hit me in the face "Ow." I grumbled as the three of them looked over in my direction. Reggie, being the concerned friend he is, was quick to ask "You okay?" I rubbed my nose while glaring at the ball that now sat on the floor.

"Yeah I'm alright."

I sat up on the couch while wiggling my nose around, Luke and Julie went back to the conversation. Julie watered the plants as she said "I wasn't in love with the idea at first either, but it could be a great way for us to build a following, right?" I suddenly heard the sound of a ghost appearing and Reggie's oh so familiar voice right beside me "Yeah. Yeah. We need to play wherever we can, whenever we can." I looked next to me, only to see Reggie leaned back on the couch with his arm resting on the back of it.

He sent me a smile, as I smiled and sent him a shake of my head in amusement, all while leaning back against the couch. "No, you're right." Luke stated as Reggie now went from resting his arm along the couch, to over my shoulders, pulling me a little closer to him. My eyes widened a bit as my heart beat quickened it's pace. Luke continued "Let's rock those kids' faces off and then play the clubs." Julie put down the watering can as she made her way over to the piano "And then record a single that gets a billion streams?" She asked with a smile, as she leaned on the piano across from Luke.

"I don't know what that is, but hopefully it gets us a manager and a tour."

"And then we release a bunch of hit albums."

Reggie decided to hop in, throwing out his idea as he pointed at the two of them "put out a country album that does surprisingly well." Luke and Julie looked over at the two of us on the couch as he shrugged his shoulders while stating "I shred on the banjo, so..." a smile graced my lips as I supported his dream "And I can fiddle" I stated. This caused a smirk to cross both of our faces as we stared down the other two across the room, Reggie held up his hand and I high-fived it, all while staring down Julie and Luke.

Luke shook his head, rolling his eyes and facing Julie as she let out a chuckle in response to our teamwork. "And before you know it, we're being inducted into the Rock'n Roll Hall of fame!" Luke hit his fists on the piano in excitement, causing me to wince. Reggie jumped in trying to predict the future "But one of us isn't there. Because we had a blow out in 2032. My money's on Alex. He's just so sensitive." He shook his head a little at the end of his statement, causing a chuckle to arise from me.

Luke was quick to ask "So what are we waiting for? Let's get rehearsing!" Wanting to get a jump start on his music career once again. "Uh...Where is Alex?" I threw my legs up on the other end of the couch, leaning back into Reggie as I raised my hand up "I can answer that one, He's with Willie." The three of them sent me confused looks as I put my hand back down in my lap. "Who's Willie?" Julie asked, only for me to close my eyes and lean my head back against Reggie, shrugging my shoulders in response.

"Alex's ghost friend. I've known him since I was little."

Reggie's arm tugged me a little closer (if that was even possible), I could feel the pull towards Reggie growing stronger and I tried desperately to ignore it for Reggie's sake. I didn't want him to have to deal with the heavy weight of being bonded to a witch. "You've been able to see and hear ghosts since you were a little kid?" Luke questioned, his voice held a slightly concerned tone to it. Opening my eyes and looking over at Luke "Well yeah, I've lived with it my whole life." Reggie spoke up, causing my eyes to be drawn to him once again as he spoke "That must've been awful. Not knowing who was real and who was a ghost." My head was leaned back to look up at him, only for Reggie to already be looking down into my (e/c) eyes.

That caused my heart to race, my cheeks growing warm, just from him looking at me with concern. Just knowing that he cares causes my heart to beat a mile a minute. Realizing how I was feeling, my thoughts suddenly kicked in as I widened my eyes 'I can't be near him, I can't do this.' Quickly getting out of Reggie's grasp I stood up and walked across the room. Far away from him, which caused my heart to calm down, but now a great pain sat in my chest as I pulled away. But I ignored it, my thoughts overpowering everything else as I reassured myself.

'This is for the best. He'll just leave anyway after he completes his unfinished business. He doesn't need the baggage of being connected to someone as broken as me.'

Clearing my throat I was quick to speak up, finding one of the chairs on the other end of the room, and sitting down in it. Taking a glance at Reggie I saw the confusion on his face from me getting away from him so abruptly, but also the hurt in his eyes from moving away so quickly. I dragged my eyes away from him, the scene only hurting me more, I cleared my throat and finally responded "Guys, it's fine, really. I had..." I paused, struggling to even bring up my grandmother. I could never bring myself to talk about her, it always hurt, knowing that the one person who I always turned to for guidance and friendship, is gone and never coming back. Not even as a ghost.

I continued the sentence, keeping things as vague as possible as to not drag them all into anything. "Let's just say, I had someone to help me through it, teaching me how to tell ghosts from humans." Reggie's voice could be heard, seeming to be desperate to know more about me as he quickly asked "Who was it? And how do you tell them apart?" I looked at the other two and could tell that they were both wondering the same thing. Looking over at Reggie, his desperate green eyes pulling me in, causing me to stare at him for a little longer than I should've.

Shaking my head out of the trance-like state I was in, crossing my arms protectively over my chest, as if my arms could keep him from reaching my heart. Looking down at the floor in front of me "Doesn't matter." I stated, looking up, my eyes darting between the three other people in the room, not wanting my gaze to be on Reggie any longer than it needs to be as I finished my statement "What matters is that I can tell them apart, so people don't think I'm insane." I forced a small chuckle to leave my lips, trying to convince myself that I found it a bit funny.

But I didn't, in fact I hated my powers for most of my life. Hell, I still hate them. All they have done is cause me pain and suffering. The only good that came out of this was Willie, and Reggie. But even then, I can't have him, once he completes his unfinished business, he's going to be gone. The three of them didn't laugh, Luke and Julie looked between each other before bringing there eyes back to me, concern written across their faces. While Reggie, well, he had a concerned look, only for it to quickly shift to worry. His eyes swarmed with so many emotions, and I hated it. I hated the fact that I could make Reggie feel like that.

My chest felt heavy, as if something was on it, preventing me from breathing. It hurt to see him looking at me like that, so I did the one thing I knew. Dragging my eyes away from the boy I love more than life itself, I got up off the chair while clearing my throat. "Anyway.." I started, making my way over to my rhythm guitar, which sat across the room.

My eyes staying glued onto the instrument, as to avoid all the stares from the three other musicians in the room. I finished my statement "We should probably get started, Alex can join in when he comes back later." Picking up the rhythm guitar, I put the strap over my shoulder and strummed it. 'The less they all know, the better. They don't need my baggage.' I thought as I made my way back to the chair I was just in. Having a better grip on my emotions, I sat down in the chair, and looked over at the three of them, a smile on my face.

"So what song are we doing?"

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achtung-attitude · 6 months

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CHAPTER 84: Achtung Attitude - Part 2

T’onga gasps. The pressure in her bleeding side suddenly lifts and she collapses to her knees. At last released from LONELY BOY’s power, she murmurs, “Ae-jeong… she…” Still clutching her lacerated side, she tries to stem the flow of her blood. Having already lost so much blood, her head is muddled. She stumbles her way through the mansion’s shattered ruin in search of something to help her. As she goes, someone approaches.

T’onga turns at once, weakly manifesting HOUSE OF PAIN to confront them. But rather than a would-be murderer, she lays eyes on Jerome with his hands in the air. “Whoa, whoa, it’s me! Relax!” he exclaims.

The former assassin blinks. “Wha-? C-King?! What the h- What are you doing here?”

“What am I-? I… I came to help. A-after the house came down, I didn’t know what was going on! I saw that All-Kill dude walkin’ on air n’ shit, and… and-!”

“Hey…” T’onga says.

Jerome continues. “W-When I saw him, I… I aimed my piece at him, but he didn’t…! I wasn’t even worth killing, so…!”

“Hey, listen-”

“But I got him in the end, God damn it!! HA!! I hit that motherfucker with a car!!!”

“C-King!!”

The rapper shudders. “W-what? I… I’m sorry, I don’t-”

“It’s cool,” T’onga says, “I’m actually glad to see you.”

“Y-You are…?”

“Yes,” she grunts, sinking painfully down to sit amidst the rubble. “I need you to give me a hand. I’m hurt pretty bad…” she gestures to her wound. “Actually, I’m bleeding out…”

“Oh…” Jerome utters, noticing the blood for the first time, “Oh, yeah, yeah, right! Anything! You name it!”

Shizuka’s mother raises one finger over her head and waves it in a general direction behind her. “All-Kill kept a first-aid kit in a utility room in that-ish area which should still be intact. It has bandages and iodine. Get it for me. And be fast, please, I am dying.”

Jerome goes pale for an instant, but then his features firm with resolve. “You got it!” With that, he runs off.

T’onga releases a deep sigh. Light-headed from blood loss, she busies herself with picking fragments of dust and drywall out of her hair. Abruptly, she feels something cold nip at her nose and looks sharply to the sky. “What the hell…?”

Pale snowflakes fall from the sky, landing on the rubble and dissolving on contact, covering the ruin in glistening dew. With such a strange and beautiful sight, T’onga forgets her pain for a moment.

But only for a moment. It soon returns, a low, rhythmic throbbing accompanying her brooding thoughts. “So little time… So much still to be done…” she thinks. “The only way I can be free of All-Kill’s power is if All-Kill is dead. My daughter must have won. We’re both… free… That should make me happy… but it doesn’t. All that’s left now… is what has to come next.”

Jerome makes his return right then, carrying the first-aid box under his arm. “That was fast,” T’onga remarks.

“I’m quick when I wanna be,” the rapper answers, laying the kit on the ground and handing her a dark brown bottle out of it. Shizuka’s mother grins at the comment, then hisses in pain as she pours the iodine over her wound. Jerome sits next to her, staring at the ground. “I let Kilo die…” he mutters.

“No you didn’t,” says T’onga. “Bandages.”

He hands them to her and continues as she wraps them around herself. “Yeah, I did. I failed him. I failed Shizuka. And Moya. I couldn’t do anything…”

“You broke us out of Sang-ok’s ability. You hit All-Kill with a car. You got me this stuff. You’ve done plenty.”

“Anybody coulda done that shit… The wolf, he took it. He took that disc outta Kilo’s head. Cause o’ that, that All-Kill dude got wack-ass new powers… I ain’t got a Stand o’ my own, but I can put two and two together… When it mattered, I failed…”

T’onga ties the bandages in a knot, winces, then raises her head to look at the rapper. They sit in silence for some time. “...You need to go,” she says. Jerome’s shoulders immediately sink, his chin touching his chest. “Wait, shit, no. Not like that, I mean… Fuck.” Pulling at her face, she explains, “Listen… We have maybe ten minutes before the cops are all over this place. You can’t be here when that happens. Ae-j- I mean, fuckin’ Shizuka would feel bad if you got in trouble over our mess.”

“But… I-”

“I know, I know. What happened to Kilo was awful, but it’s not up to you to take responsibility for. You’ve already helped so much when you didn’t need to. Let me be clear…” Leaning forward, she eyes him severely. “I wouldn’t have done this in your place. I would have stayed home.” Beginning to shakily stand, she concludes, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

The former assassin stumbles as she rises, only to be caught by Jerome. He helps her to her feet. “Thanks…”

“Yeah…”

Awkwardly, Jerome steps back. “So, uh… guess I’d better get outta here… Ey, could you pass on a message to Shizuka?”

“No,” is her blunt reply, looking around at the rubble.

“Huh-?!”

“You’ll see her soon enough. Tell her then.”

“Oh, yeah… Right, I guess…” The rapper pauses suddenly, turning to T’onga’s face. “Wait a minute… I gotta split to avoid the cops, but what about you? What’re you gonna do?”

“I’ll think of something. Stop wasting time and-”

“… you gonna abandon Shizuka again?”

The former assassin turns a glowering gaze the rapper’s way, but he doesn’t flinch. He meets her eyes with firm resolve. “No…” she replies. “Never. Never again.”

Jerome stares at her for a long beat, then swiftly turns to leave. “I’ll tell you now, I ain’t gonna forgive you if you make that girl cry again.” He looks back at her, showing his gold teeth in a grin. “You thought yo’ boss was scary? He ain’t got shit on me!”

T’onga’s eyes go wide, almost bulging from their sockets. After several seconds, she releases a dumbfounded “What…?!” The C-King responds with a two-fingered salute, then trots away before she can say anything further. Once he’s gone, she can’t help herself. Despite the pain in her side, T’onga laughs.

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A little time passes. On the wind, the sirens approach. Quiet now, but before long, they’ll be upon the mansion and T’onga. The former assassin sits and struggles to write on a sheet of paper. She retrieved it from All-Kill’s hard wood desk in his study, still intact despite having a ceiling dropped on it. Every nearby surface is too rough to effectively write on, so she has to write with the sheet in her hand. Her daughter’s voice cries out and she winces.

“Mom! Mom, where are you?!!”

“Over here…!” T’onga calls, standing and waving. Shizuka scrambles over the rubble, nearly tripping and landing on her face before reaching her.

“Mom! Mom, I did it! I beat him! I… I almost… B-But it’s fine now! I’m OK-!”

“OK, OK, good,” her mother says waving her down, “I can tell you won. Looks like things are just about finished…”

Shizuka blinks, cocking her head in confusion. “Uh… Y-Yeah, I guess they are. So, um… the police are coming… Should we do something about that?”

“Probably…”

“Right…” Neither of the women move. The approaching sirens become louder. “Why aren’t we doing anything?”

“I’m too weak to run, is why. It’s taking all the strength I have just to stand.”

Amongst the rubble of the Mulholland mansion, reality sets in. “...Oh,” says Shizuka. “What do we do now…?”

“You should run. Alone,” her mother advises, “Let me work things out with the boys in blue.”

“No,” retorts the girl, sounding almost offended.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would…” T’onga smirks, a hand on her hip. “You’re stubborn. Just like your dad. And me too, I guess… Turn around for a second.”

Shizuka looks askance at her mother, suspiciously. “Why?”

T’onga gestures with the sheets of paper in her hand. “I’m trying to write, but I can’t without a surface. Lemme use your back.”

“O…Kay…” the girl relents, turning around and moving her hair out of the way. T’onga presses the papers to her back and writes. After a minute, the pressure from the pencil lifts and Shizuka turns to see her mother folding up the paper. On the folded up sheet, she quickly scribbles a set of blocky Asian characters, then hands it to Shizuka.

“There, done!” the former assassin says, seeming satisfied.

“What is-” Shizuka begins, but gets cut off.

“Oh, one more thing: Moya mentioned something about loaning you a knife. You still have it? Give it to me, please.”

Her frown deeper than ever, the girl fishes for the weapon in her jacket and hands it to her mother, then turns her attention back to the letter. Specifically, the Asian characters on the back.

“What the fuck? Is this a pearl handle?!” complains T’onga, inspecting the knife. “Moya, that bitch! She always had nicer things than me!”

“What is this…?” Shizuka asks, bemusedly gesturing to the folded up paper.

The former assassin looks up. “Oh, that. That’s a letter. Read it later. That-” she taps the blocky characters on the back, “Is Korean. It says ae-jeong. It’s a little presumptuous, but it is technically your mother tongue.”

“My mother t- What does this have to do with anything?” Nearby, the sounds of tires rolling over gravel appear. Red and blue lights flash, and soon, figures approach through the rubble.

“Ae-jeong is you.” T’onga declares, extending her hand to poke Shizuka’s forehead. “It’s the name I gave you.”

All sound vanishes. Nothing exists apart from the two of them. The girl’s eyes bulge. “...What?”

“Gangak insisted I come up with it. I just said the first thing that came to mind. It literally means heart, but in context, it means something more like emotion or feeling. I know it’s sudden, so just keep it on you until you get used to it.”

“I… I don’t understa-” Shizuka begins, but again, she’s cut off. T’onga steps closer and strokes her face with her hand.

With a gentle and deeply sad smile, she murmurs, “No matter what happens, never forget that I’m your mother, and I love you more than anything in the world.”

The girl stares, bewildered. Tears spring to her eyes, blurring her vision so she almost doesn't notice the approach of several boot-clad footsteps. Someone shouts at them to not make any sudden moves and she turns to look in surprise. In that momentary distraction, she sees her mother move, but she’s too slow to react.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #achtung attitude #t'onga kim #c-king #ch84

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lilxberry · 3 years

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That’s My Wife - Scott Lang

Requested by: @iwazoomingouttahere

Can I have a kind of similar imagine to the one you just wrote?? It’s Scott x strongwife reader!

Hydra makes a replica of caps shield and the avengers find it and nick says it has to be destroyed so they all take turns and reader gets woken up from the noise and gets grumpy so she grabs the shield and destroys it with her bare hands then goes back to bed and scots like “I MARRRIED THAT WOMAN SUCK ITTTTT”

This is basically a sequel but I feel both this and my previous fic worked well together. Also, I believe you asked about being added to the Marvel taglist so, I’ll add you, just tell me if I’m wrong lmao

I also wanted to write this asap as I felt like I had a flow I didn’t want to disrupt with other fics between because I be wack like that oop

Warnings: Lil bit o’ language. Cute ass Scott (My God I love Paul Rudd!). Crank ass reader lmao. That’s pretty much it, I believe.

Words: 1,623

Pairings: Scott Lang x Reader (female reader) (wife reader) (super strong reader?)

(A/N: This is basically a sequel to That’s My Girl even though it came from a different requester and since I felt like it. Try fight me about it, I dare y’all. But yeah, imagine that some time had passed and that you two got married.)

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Frankly, you disliked when any form of resting was interrupted. So, the noise coming from the lab that’s usually preoccupied by Stark and Banner was certainly pissing you off.

Only 20 minutes prior did you climb into bed with the intentions of taking a well-deserved, well needed nap. Of course, it was never going to work in your favour. You tossed and turned, held the pillow over your head in an attempt to muffle the noise. It was fruitless.

You continued this repetitive rhythm as the racket continued until you could no longer take it.

Said racket was all due to the last mission the Avengers had been sent on. A HYDRA, unsurprisingly.

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“How the shit do we destroy this thing?” Clint asked when he and the others walked into the lab, earning a slap up the back of his head from Natasha and a muttered “Language” from the cap.

“What?! It’s a fair question!” Clint whined, rubbing at the back of his head. “If it is practically a replica of Mr. Cools’ shield, it’s gonna be pretty hard to destroy, I reckon.”

��Barton does have a point,” Sam agreed with the archer as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Tony, being the over-confident man he is, took the shield from Steve and marched over towards one of the cleared tables in the lab, placing the shield on top. Searching through the mess of the lab, he found whatever tool he believed would be of help, bringing them over to place beside the shield.

“Something’ll get it to break. We just gotta figure out what.”

And so, the onslaught of assaults at the false shield of patrioty began. Tool after tool, machine after machine, super soldier after super soldier.

Scott watched from the side-line, wincing each time something ricocheted off of the shield without leaving a scratch and making some of the loudest noises he’s heard in his lifetime.

‘Even Cassie hopped up on sugar isn’t this loud,’ he thinks to himself.

But he wasn’t concerned about the shield and its integrity, he was concerned about what’ll happen when the noise steals your chance away at a nap.

Your husband knew how tired you had been recently, in turn so did the Avengers, so no one protested you heading on up and leaving them to it. Although, it seems everyone par himself thought of the terrible noise the task would make.

By now, majority of the Avengers within the lab are drenched in sweat and panting, feeling absolutely frazzled.

Bucky turned towards the man who can fluctuate his size with a suit and scowled. “Why aren’t you doing anything?” he panted out, sweat rolling down his face.

The others look towards Scott with similar expressions, not understanding why he chose to sit out.

Scott deadpanned as he spoke. “You just had two super soldiers trying to pound that thing into oblivion at the same time and you expect me to be able to do something about it?”

Realisation seemed to dawn on everyone at that moment, all releasing a prolonged “Ahhhh.”

A silence engulfed the room, moments passed by where the only sounds were breaths being regulated back to natural states.

Then, Thor boomed, a bright, wide smile crosses his face. He seems to look extremely proud of himself. He gasped his hammer tightly, stepping towards the table with the shield on top in long strides.

“No shield can withstand the might of a God!”

He raised his arm, Mjölnir in hand. The others eyes widened in realisation, all beginning to protest in a panic, but it was all in vain.

With a hearty swing, he brought his hammer down on to the shield.

A thundering boom sounded through the entire compound, and the second Mjölnir made contact with the shield, everyone in the lab was sent back flying, near enough everything in the room being damaged from the large shockwave created; each and every window within the compound now shattered.

Fury was going to be pissed.

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You relished when the awfully loud noises coming from the lab seemed to cease.

A relaxed smile made its way on to your face and you closed your eyes once more, happy to be happing some peace and quiet finally. Moments passed where there was not a singular decibel of sound heard, moments you were happy to get.

Then, just like that, they were gone once more.

The loud boom, violent vibration throughout the compound and the windows within your bedroom which you share with Scott busting out completely caused you to jolt and within it, spike your frustration to an all-time high.

“WHAT THE SHIT?!”

Shouting in frustration and exhaustion, you threw the covers from atop your body and swung your legs over the edge, quickly standing and storming out towards the lab. Being in such a rage, you failed to realise you tore the door right off of its hinges as you swung it open.

“Whatever Stark is building in that damn lab better be a panic room ‘cause I’m gonna kill him.”

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The Avengers within the relatively destroyed room groaned and sat up, all their heads pounding from the harsh knockback and the deafening sound.

“Nice going, Point Break.”

“I did not think that would be the result of my quick thinking, I must admit.”

Everyone grumbled and slowly all began to rise to stand, heads still throbbing but overall bearable. Their eyes scanned the room , seeing the utter destruction Thors’ action had caused within the lab until finally, their eyes landed on the shield, still in one piece, just as shiny as ever.

They all groaned in frustration, even Natasha looked almost like a pouting child.

But as their eyes were all focused on the unscathed shield from the HYDRA base, they failed to notice your incoming form bursting at the seems with an anger no one would be able to subdue.

You slammed through the whatever remained of the doors before your voice roared out to the crowd.

“STARK!”

The billionaire let out a short, high-pitched shrill of a scream as he and the others jumped and turned to face you. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were just as frightened as the engineer, Sam, Bucky, and Clint would have found Starks’ reaction absolutely hilarious and burst out laughing.

“IT WASN’T ME!” Tony, in a panic, pointed over at Thor in an attempt to escape your wrath. “BLAME BLODIE!”

Your fiery gaze turned towards the Asgardian as he gulped audibly and smiled sheepishly, chuckling in an attempt to cover up that he was in fact, quite scared of you in that moment.

Just as you opened your mouth to verbally assault the God, your sweet husband Scott stepped in front of you, hands raised slightly in a calming gesture. “I’m sorry honey, we ruined nap, I understand. But it was with good reason!”

You raised your eyebrow up at your husband expectantly, your anger only subsiding in the slightest at the sight of Scott. He continued without hesitation.

“Fury wants that shield destroyed,” he pointed towards the shield before proceeding. “And we’re really struggling.”

Your anger had risen once more, now joined with confusion. “And why, do pray tell, does Fury want it destroyed?”

“It was HYDRA made, a replica of my own,” Steve spoke this time. “If they’re producing them, that means they’re close to being on equal ground with us. We no longer have the advantage over HYDRA if they have their hands on these shields.”

“So why not destroy them like Fury’s told you to?”

“BECAUSE WE CAN’T!” It was now Tonys’ turn to yell in frustration. He threw his arms up in exasperation which only annoyed your further.

“WHY NOT?!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT?! BE GUEST!” With that, Stark stepped aside, freeing up a path towards the shield for you.

With a hardened glare, you stomped past Tony straight towards the shield before picking it up within both hands and turning to face the group. With the cold, agitated look still engraved on your face, you raised your knee as you lower the shield quickly, slamming it down on to your knee, snapping it in half as if it were a flimsy, plastic ruler one uses for school.

Their jaws had dropped, and their eyes widened as Scott grinned like an excitable child, a strong feeling of pride washing over him.

You threw the two halves of the shield to the ground by Tonys’ feet, narrowly missing him. “If I hear ONE MORE NOISE from this lab, you’ll end up looking like that shield.”

You grazed past the petrified billionaire and weaved your way through the group. Just before you exited the lab, you called over your shoulder loudly. “And you best send someone to fix my damn window. AFTER I’VE FINISHED WITH MY DAMN NAP!”

Everyone seemed too terrified to move as you retreated back towards your room, all except Scott, who could no longer contain his excitement and adoration.

“HELL YEAH! THAT’S MY WIFE! I MARRIED THAT WOMAN!”

He began to chase after you towards your shared bedroom, calling for Clint to ask where on Earth he was doing. “I’M GONNA GO NAP WITH MY WIFE! Oh man, I can’t wait to tell Cass. THAT WAS AWESOME! HONEY, CAN WE HAVE SEX LATER?! THAT WAS SO HOT!”

As Scott finally disappear out of sight and out of hearing range, the others began to finally calm and relax, well, all except Tony and surprisingly, Thor.

“That woman terrifies me. She’s definitely on par with Pepper,” Tony quietly put out as Thor looked like a scolded child slightly, moody that some Midgardian had bested him in strength.

“This really isn’t fair.”

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I mean, I enjoyed writing this

Like, reader’s a big mood

But, yeah, that’s all I got

If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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Marvel taglist:

@thanossexual @iwazoomingouttahere

@bnhaxreaderquotes I thought I’d tag you since this had become a sequel to your Scott Lang request :)

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royalracha · 3 years

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jaded || 2

bang chan x fem!reader

a/n: here is part two of jaded, and hope you guys enjoy. still don’t know how many parts this will have so in the mean time I’m just going with the flow. feedback is greatly appreciated! - RR

if there was one thing you’d wish you could be doing right now, you’d wish you were in bed instead of hearing your psychology teacher’s voice, reading the information that was on the powerpoint. you looked down at your watch, seeing that you only had about a couple minutes left until your class was over. but the way your professor spoke slowly made time more dreadful for you.

sure, you could have just walked up and left. but not when you had a test coming up and needed to take notes from the information she was providing for the class. you just wished she would be more enthusiastic when lecturing instead of simply reading off what was on the board. then maybe you would have enjoyed the class a little bit more. but that was college for you.

letting a small yawn, minho had looked at you smirking. “y/n? yawning in class?” he whispered. “this isn’t like the little miss perfect I know.” minho teased. you glared are him, reaching over to pinch his arm. he slightly winced. “I’m tired of you hurting me.”

you said nothing, continuing to write your notes. minho on the other hand listened. he knew you’d always just end up sharing your notes with him. “alright and that is it, don’t forget about your upcoming test on friday.” your professor said, dismissing the class. you gathered up your belongings, zipping up your bag as minho waited for you. it was your last class of the day so you were quite ready to go home. “hey, come over.”

you looked up as you began to stand from your chair. “for what?”

“so we can study. and for you to let me copy your notes.” he grinned.

“just say you wanna have a study date with me, minho.” you smirked, patting his shoulder. there was nothing more that you loved than to mess with minho.

he gave you a disgusted look. “ew, no offense to you but you’re not my type, y/n.”

“offense taken.” you joked. “but anyways, I’ll come over. but you’re buying dinner. you know, since you owe me one.”

minho rolled his eyes at you as the two of you walked out of the campus and into the parking lot. “yeah, yeah. hand me your keys.”

you did as he said, handing over the keys of your car. that’s how it always was with you two. minho driving you around in your car. he knew your dislike in driving and he also did it because he always said how much of a bad driver you were. which you didn’t understand, minho drove more reckless than you did.

you remember when the both of you got your driver’s license at sixteen. it was quite funny that minho had passed on his first try when you had failed. he rubbed it in your face for as long as you could remember.

when you entered minho’s home, you had messaged your father about your whereabouts and that you would probably be home late. “where’s your mom?”

minho shrugged. “probably visiting my grandma or something. she didn’t mention anything to me.”

you plopped yourself right on minho’s couch, opening up your bag to take out your notes from psychology. minho sat on the floor in front of you as you passed your notebook to him. he began to write some things down until dropping his pen on his notebook. “and I’m bored.”

“lee minho, this is part of studying of course you’re bored but there’s nothing you can do.” you wacked him on his head. “continue the notes. or better yet. let me make you some flash cards.”

sometimes minho always needed the little extra push of motivation. you knew minho never wanted to continue after high school which is why he never cared for classes or tests. but with you, you made sure to help him out. minho was smart though. but he would rather be doing other things than school.

he thought it was a waste of time since he was only doing basic classes. but at least it was something and that’s what you told him. you did everything you could to help him out to not give up so easily.

“okay, well while you do that I’ll use the bathroom.” minho quickly ran off and just as he did so, the doorbell rang. “minho!”

“can you get it please!”

you groaned before standing up to answer whoever was at the door. only to be met with no other than chan himself. he raised his eyebrows when seeing you open the door. “didn’t expect to see the princess here.”

“you know I have a name.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “you can use it.”

chan only chuckled, ignoring you. “is minho here?”

“no.” “yes.”

you heard minho say from behind you. he got in front of you to greet chan and made him come inside. the two sat themselves on the couch while you went ahead and started on minho’s flash cards again. “what are you two up to?”

“studying.” you answered. which ended up being quite difficult to do. especially with minho and chan being awfully obnoxious. instead it was just you going over the flash cards that were suppose to be for minho. he didn’t pay any attention and if anything no studying was done with him.

you were a little irritated at the fact that the study date with minho was a complete fail. and this time you really had chan to blame. maybe minho too. “hey, why don’t we go out?” chan suggested. minho was quick to agree. “yeah! we should also grab a bite to eat. I promised y/n I would.”

“then lets go!” chan was quick to make his way to the door while minho waited for you to get up. “I’ll pass.” your words made Minho’s face drop. “minho I- we have a test that we should really be studying for.” you looked over at chan, him staring back at you. “but it seems like you don’t care, so I’ll just go home and study on my own.”

“oh, come on y/n!” minho exclaimed. “we still have a couple of days left until that test. we can always study tomorrow.”

you shook your head. “no, I know how you are. that’s not happening.” you grabbed your stuff ready to head out the door. you were passing chan and the two of you had locked eyes. “does the princess not know how to live a little?” he chuckled, which caused your blood to boil as soon as the words left chan’s mouth. “I do actually but not the way you do.” you snapped. clinging onto your backpack, you shoved his shoulder with his own. it made chan chuckle. “if you must go then I guess we can’t make you stay. I’m sure your daddy wouldn’t approve of this anyways.”

“leave my dad out of this.” you turned back to glare at him. minho could sense your change of attitude and went straight to your side. “okay, okay.” he said. “let’s just get something to eat and then you can go home.” minho had slightly pushed you out the door, chan following behind. “no-“

“you’re going.” minho cut in, taking your wrist and fully dragging you outside of his home. chan was following behind. you lifted a brow when noticing minho was walking past your car. “we’re not taking my car?”

“no, let’s walk instead.” minho insisted. which only caused you to want and drag him back. minho had already sensed how you were beginning to feel, so he tugged on you. “y/n, you have nothing to worry about.”

“thanks for the food.” chan said happily, patting his stomach. “next time it’s on me. you can come too princess.” he said, looking straight at you with a wink.

you frowned at him. “no thank you. I’ll pass.” the more time you spent with chan, made you dislike him a little bit more than before. and it all started with that night at the police station. but it definitely amused chan to mess with you.

minho only chuckled from seeing you frown. checking the time on your watch and seeing how dark it was outside now, you looked up at minho. “it’s getting late, I should go home now.” knowing you had school in the morning too.

“10pm is late for you?” chan snorted.

“yes when I have class in the morning.”

“or because daddy doesn’t want you out late.”

you rolled your eyes, scooting out of the booth that you sat in and began making your way out the restaurant with the two boys following behind. minho had caught up to you, swinging an arm around your shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he whispered in your ear. he knew you were upset the study date turned into a fail. you sighed, “it’s fine minho. but thanks for the food.” you were only in the mood to just go home and minho could sense that too.

except for chan. he had other plans when the three were passing by a closed park. he called out to minho and the boy instantly knew what chan was thinking. “let’s go here.” he said dragging you with him. you tried to stop him, but minho was too strong for your liking. “the gate has a lock, minho we can’t be here.”

“we won’t be here for long.” he told you.

“okay, well I’m not entering. plus how are you even going to go in?”

somehow while you were talking, chan had managed to pick on the lock on the gate and opened the door. “you were saying what now, princess?” he smirked.

the two had entered but you decided to stay back, shaking your head. “not happening. I’m leaving minho, with or without you.”

“y/n!” he called out to you when seeing you walk away. he rushed out the park and grabbed your wrist. “y/n, come back. you’re not going to be walking alone in these streets. especially at this time-“

“then let’s go! why are you doing this?” you said, motioning your hand in chan’s direction. “is someone scared?” chan joked. you only glared at him, not wanting to speak with chan at all. now, you could actually say you were quite annoyed with minho for the most part. you were going to say something to him but another voice had caught the three of you off guard.

“well what do we have here again?” the voice said, and who it belonged to came into view. the boy was smirking and he wasn’t alone either. having two others by his side. minho was quick to grab you and hid you behind him, while chan had gotten back to you two.

and by the looks of it, you could tell they already knew each other. “what do you want, changbin?” chan questioned, his tone now sharp. you gulped a little, trying to hide yourself as much as possible behind the two boys. you never been in such a situation before that you felt yourself getting nervous each second that passed.

feeling your heartbeat speed up, you clinged onto minho’s arm. he was one to never let anything bad happen to you and usually kept you away when it came to situations like the three of you were currently in. he knew how scared you would get and he definitely knew your father wouldn’t like the idea of his daughter getting into danger.

“you know what I want.” the boy, who you learned was named changbin, said to chan. he had an intimidating stare at said boy. “and I told you I’ll have it as soon as I can.”

“well that’s taking a little too long for my liking.” changbin tsked. “I’m sure you don’t want another repeat of the other night, now do you?”

you immediately knew what changbin was talking about. so these were the ones who attacked them, you thought. you swallowed hard when seeing the other three come closer. you didn’t know what exactly they were capable of. and whatever chan owed them, they sure seemed very serious about “minho.” you softly whispered while tugging on his arm a little tighter.

your stomach churned when changbin’s eyes had darted to you and he immediately smirked at you. “oh, looks like you have some company.”

“she’s cute.” he chuckled.

“hey, we don’t want any trouble.” minho said. “not in front of her.”

that made changbin laugh even more. “is she your girlfriend or what, lee minho?” of course minho telling him that only made changbin want to cause trouble. minho shook his head. changbin making eye contact with both guys on his side. they already knew what changbin was thinking and one came forward in chan’s direction, throwing in a punch at him. chan was quick to react and dodged him, punching him back.

“y/n, run.” minho pushed you away when the other boy came towards minho’s direction, ready to throw punches as well. but you stood there frozen, how were you just supposed to leave your best friend in that situation? you standing there distracted minho as he looked back at you and got punched in the face. “minho!” you cried, when seeing some blood beginning to drip out of his nose.

“y/n, fucking run!” he shouted at you when seeing changbin go to where you were standing. minho was frustrated at you to say the least. you saw changbin coming closer to you, and that’s when you finally made a run for it.

you felt awful leaving minho, even leaving chan to defend themselves. but there wasn’t much you could do. and you knew yourself there was no way you could actually help them with the two other guys. “don’t run, baby. we’re just getting to know each other!” his words made your skin crawl as you ran. you hid around some small bushes when you went out of sight from changbin, trying to calm yourself down and not make any noises when changbin had passed you without noticed where you sat on the ground.

your heart was beating way faster than before and all you wanted was for minho to pop up out of nowhere now. and you definitely wished you were home where you could be safe and sound.

thinking the close was clear and you could finally go back to minho and chan, you began crawling away as quietly as you could. you were still on edge with everything.

but right as you were crawling, a pair of shoes came right in front of you, making you stop your moments. looking up, your blood ran cold when seeing it was changbin looking down at you with an evil looking smile. “found you.”

you tried moving away from him as fast as you could, but you had no luck whatsoever. you were only a few feet away from him when changbin grabbed ahold of your hair and dragged you back down to the floor.

you ended up hitting your face against the sidewalk pretty hard, causing you to ache in pain. minho looked back at you once hearing your screams. “y/n!” he continued to throw punches towards the other guy, while chan looked back to see changbin’s hold on you. without a second thought, chan ended up throwing one last punch and knocking out the other guy cold.

he ran to your direction, “get away from her.” chan said, pushing changbin harshly away from you. he leaned down to see if you were okay, only to see tears coming down your face. “hey it’s okay now.”

chan didn’t know much to do, knowing minho knew how to calm you down. but he tried his best nonetheless. changbin was close to coming in again until hearing sirens come out. he quickly ran away along with the other guy who minho was still fighting with. he pushed minho one last time before running away. minho grunted but moved quickly to where you where you were with chan.

“move.” minho was quick to pick you up and began running with chan right behind. you peeked your head up to see an officer running out of his car, stopping right at the unconscious body on the ground and another one beginning to run towards the three of you.

your heart hadn’t stopped racing from the moment the situation broke out. all of it was scary and you didn’t understand how minho could live like this. if your father found out what just happened, you would have been in so much trouble. and minho knew your father wouldn’t forgive him for putting you in this situation.

chan ran up to an abandoned store, quickly opening the door for you and minho to go in. “hide down here.” he whispered, pointing at a counter. minho placed you down behind it, chan following too. he only poked his head up a little to see the officer run passed the store.

you let out a small cry and minho was quick to cover your mouth. “shhh, y/n. it’s okay.”

“no, lee minho. it’s not okay!” you said once he let go of you. but your outburst caused him to cover your mouth again. “don’t shout.”

he began to wipe your tears away and when he was doing so, he noticed the scratches that were on your forehead as well as on one side of your cheek. “shit.” he cursed under his breath. you being hurt was one of minho’s biggest fears. “please make sure dad doesn’t see this.” he said. the last thing he wanted was hearing your father yell at him.

you sighed. “take me home. now.” you looked over at chan, who was only staring back at you. “and let it be known this will be the last I ever hang out with you two. especially you.”

chan lifted a brow. “not even a thank you? for getting changbin away from you?” he scoffed. “if it wasn’t for me, those scratches wouldn’t be the only thing on your face.”

you stayed silent and minho could tell you were pissed. he grabbed on your hand, lifting you up with him. “this will never happen again.” he said. “I’ll make sure of it.”

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Love is a myth :: 03

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy. The taglist is open if you want. Taglist is now closed.

WORD COUNT: 4.3K words

MAIN PAIRING: musician! Yoongi X waitress! female reader

SIDE PAIRING/S: Jungkook X female reader ; Taehyung X female reader

GENRE: FWB! au ; Strangers to lovers! au

WARNINGS: Implied smut (Forgive me cuz I suck at writing it, no puns intended) ; Mentions of alcohol and smoking (I do not condone smoking) ; Profanity ; Mentions of infidelity ; Heavy angst ; Self loathing (Namjoon’s about to wack me in the head with his slipper) ; I apologize in advance if there’s any spelling errors.

SUMMARY: "You covered your bare form with the silk sheets beneath you, as you watched him walk out your door without a word." // "Love is a myth. All that existed between you two was pure lust." // "The last rule was if anyone of the two of you caught feelings for the other, the deal would be off."

SERIES MASTERLIST: Trailer » Meet the cast » Chapter #1 » Chapter #2 » Chapter #3 » Chapter #4

STATUS: Complete

It was a pleasant morning, and you thought it couldn’t go any better. At least that’s what you thought, before your luck was inevitably snatched away from you.

You heard a gruff voice clear their throat, in close proximity to you, before they spoke up, “Y-Y/N?”

You looked up through your round lenses, and your jaw dropped open at the sight. Your eyes roamed the man’s face, unwilling to blink. It took you a nice long 10 seconds, to find your voice, which still came out small and slightly wavered, “J-Jungkook?”

“Hi…” his soothing voice managed to mutter, his shocked expression mirroring your own.

“Long time no see…” you say with a heavy breath.

You observed his figure. His beautiful doe eyes were shining with the same sparkle as they did back when you both were lovers. His face had gone from being a bit boyish, or babyish as you liked to call it, to a bit more structured. His jaw had sharpened, although there were no visible wrinkles lining his face, except for some adorable smile lines beside his crescent eyes. His hair was far different from what is was back then. You used to call him coconut head, in owe to his soft brown hair that lay across his forehead. But now his hair was much longer, and a dark shade of black, lengthy enough to be easily pulled back into a man bun. His shoulders were broader and his body looked much more buff, and his arms were fairly big as compared to a few years ago. He was adorned in black trousers and a white button down, with the top 2 buttons undone, giving you a slight peak at the tattoo you had grown to love, on his right collarbone.

“Do you mind if I take a seat beside you?” his melodious voice asked softly, contrary to his rough exterior.

“Y-yeah sure…” you said, shutting your journal close and making room for him on the small park bench.

You lay your hands across your lap, unsure of what to say next. But he saved you the pain and spoke up first, “How have you been?”

“Good… you?”

“Great…” he said his gaze fixed on the playground.

“Still married?” you ask. You want to mentally slap yourself for letting such a question slip, before he interrupts your thoughts.

“Yes… you see her?” he says pointing to the playground. Your eyes search for a female, perhaps the same height as Jungkook, but your eyes widen at what he says next, “You see that small girl with pigtails on the swing?”

“Y-Yeah…” you manage to speak.

“Her name is Hana, she’s my daughter.” He says letting out a deep breath.

“O-Oh…” you didn’t know why you were surprised. He was married. It had been 6 years. Of course he had a child. You watched as the small girl giggled, as a woman with straight platinum blonde hair, a smile on her lips, stood behind the swing and pushed the little girl back and forth.

“And that’s my wife… Sana.”

“Wow… you got a whole family… nice…” you cringe at the words that left your mouth. You felt a twinge of envy. How did everyone around you have their life so put together? Were you the only one who would never settle down with a special someone? Were you only made to work and never love?

“Not the family I envisioned, but none the less, a happy family.” He whispered to himself. “So… you seeing someone?” he asks.

“Not at the moment no…” you speak, ashamed of your toxic lust-induced lifestyle.

You share a moment of silence, both of you keeping your eyes fixed on the playground. “Y-You still where that?” Jungkook spoke up.

“Huh?” you looked up to see him pointing at your fingers which were unconsciously playing with the band of your silver ring. “O-Oh yeah… umm… just— yeah I wear it… it looks cool…” you cringe in disgust at your word vomit, knowing he wouldn’t buy it.

But he knew better, and didn’t question it further. You laid motionless as you tried to keep your emotions at bay. You were mad at him. Infuriated even. He left you in the dust. But at the same time, you loved him dearly. He was the only one you could trust in this cruel world. He was the only real thing that happened to your young naïve 16 year old self.

You immediately froze in your spot when you felt a warm touch of skin on the back of your hand. You looked down to see Jungkook’s tattooed right hand laying over your hand, which was on your lap.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry for doing what I did and hurting you.”

Your eyes were glossy, tears threatening to overflow, as you fixed your gaze on the woman and the small girl in her arms, as they walked into the neighboring convenience store.

“We weren’t meant to be…” was all you could muster out.

“We were meant to be… I was a coward.” He says, his hand not leaving yours.

“Don’t blame yourself. It was my fault, I pushed it too far, by planning to run away.” You try sounding cold and stern, but it comes out as a whimper.

“The people were right…” he says, his finger absent-mindedly playing with the ring on your finger. “…the timing was wrong.”

You control your rapid heartbeat as you feel a tear slip out from your right eye, staining your cheek, as the drop slid down the length of your face. You hear the loud piercing sound of his ringtone, before he picks up the call and puts the phone up to his ear, his hand never leaving yours. You hear the loud voice on the other end.

“Baby, I got the diapers, I didn’t see you anywhere. Will you come to our car in the parking lot?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in 2 minutes.”

“Okay bye baby!”

“Bye.”

You here the beep of the phone call hanging up as you feel his figure shift next to you. You gasp as his hand tightens his grip on yours. You swear your heart stops when you feel his other hand turns your shoulder to face him. This is the first time you’ve looked straight into his eyes, in the last 6 years. He looks at you with the same warmth and guilt, as his large hands clasp your tiny ones.

“I missed you.” He huffs out.

“I missed you too. But you have a family to get back to.” You sigh sadly.

“I hope we meet again Y/N.”

“I don’t.” you mutter out too low for him to hear. It was too painful even thinking about seeing him again.

He stands up, his figure looming over yours, before you decide to do the same. He then leans in and wraps his arms around your waist, in an all-too-familiar manner, which breaks the last wall you’ve been holding up. You feel his breath skim the skin on your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine. You feel his warm cheeks brush against your collarbones. You try to hold yourself back from surrendering and dropping yourself in his strong arms right then and there. He slowly backs away from you before you could do so, “Bye Y/N…” he says giving you a sad smile.

You’re unable to form words, as your hands feel cold, needy to feel his warmth again. You watch his retreating figure, until he disappears behind the rows and rows of cars. You slam your journal into your sling and run back home as fast as your feet can carry you. You promised yourself, you would never let another man get to you. You’d never let another man, make you cry for him again. But you never expected the same man from your past, to break you a second time.

The first 10 minutes after you reached home, you just blankly started at the white wall in front of you. The next 20 minutes were spent with you cleaning up the mess after you broke a glass plate in anger. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You’d never been so devastated in the last 6 years. You’d learnt to control your emotions, and to not take love seriously. But when a certain someone had walked into your life for a mere 20 minutes, all of that had gone down the drain. You felt helpless. You felt powerless. How could a man have such an effect on you?

You were on the ground sweeping a few remnant glass shards, when you heard a soft knock on the door. You opened the door to reveal a smiling Yoongi, a rare sight you would’ve teased him for, if it weren’t for the horrible morning you’d had. His smile immediately dropped on seeing your red eyes, concern washing over his features, “You okay?”

“Yeah” you mutter out uninterested, walking back into your apartment. You watched him drop his phone and keys onto your shoe stand, as he took off his beanie placing it down, ruffling his soft hair.

“I was actually gonna ask you if you wanted to get an early dinner together, some friends from my college are meeting up. What would you like? Maybe ramen, ooo how about gimb—”

“You can go without me, I’m not feeling too well…” you say trying to stop your voice from cracking.

“You sure?” he asks again.

“Yeah…” you say louder than you intended to speak.

“O-Oh… ummm okay…” Yoongi says before you here the jingle of his car keys and the click of your front door. Yoongi wasn’t one to pressure people into doing things. He liked giving people space. As soon as he left, you let your tears flow. They were unstoppable. You were still wailing, as your form dropped to the ground, even though there weren’t enough tears to flow out.

It was 9 PM. Your eyes were puffy and your sinuses hurt from crying for the past 2 hours. Your head was throbbing and your empty bedroom was filled with the sounds of your sniffles. That was before there was a loud knock on your door.

You slipped out of your bed, still dressed in your pajamas, as you made your way to the door. You peeped through the hole and saw Yoongi’s form leaning against the door frame. You opened the door and made sure to turn around immediately in a feeble attempt to hide your mess of a face.

“Hey sorry to disturb I left my beanie here.” He said picking it up. His eyes narrowed as you walked back towards your bedroom. “You can close the door on the way out.” You say, failing to contain a crack in your voice.

Yoongi notices and closes the door, with him still inside. “Y/N, seriously what’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing, I just have a cold…” you sigh, your back facing him.

You hear his consequent footsteps getting closer as his hand lands on your shoulder, whipping you around. His eyes widen, as he sees your puffy red eyes, and distraught face stained with dried tears.

“A cold huh?” he says his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah…” you say softly, sniffling.

“What’s going on Y/N?” he says, his tone serious.

“Why do you care? You’re my fuck buddy, not my counselor!”

“I’m your friend, before any of that.” He says sternly, before he grabs your petite withering form in his strong arms for a tight hug. Your face collides with his firm chest and before you can overthink it, you wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face closer into his warm neck. His hand threads through your hair as he whispers, “It’s okay I’m here…”

You woke up to the sound of a phone ringing off the hook. You were quick to realize that it wasn’t your ringtone. Your eyes fluttered open as you realized the position you had slept in. Your arm remained draped over Yoongi’s chest, and you were snuggled into the crook of his arm. You were leaning into him, while he had slept partially upright on your couch. Your legs were covered by a blanket, while Yoongi’s feet were propped up on the coffee table.

It all came back to you. How you had cried onto his shoulder for the umpteenth time that night. How he had cuddled your shivering form and insisted to stay with you, afraid of leaving you alone. You carefully let go of his sleeping form, trying very hard not to wake him up. You reached over to see a phone call from an unknown number, and put his phone on silent. You checked to make sure he hadn’t woken up. You got up and pushed your hair into a neat ponytail. You blinked hard to get the remnant sleep out of your pupils, as you tried to decipher everything that happened yesterday. Yoongi had stayed over with you… why? It went against the rule you’d made in your agreement. You weren’t complaining though because you needed someone last night. And you were more than glad that it was Yoongi. You just didn’t take him to be the type to break the ‘cuddling’ rule.

You cleared your mind of all these thoughts, brushed your teeth and took a much-needed shower. By the time you were out of the shower, in your work clothes, you found Yoongi awake, sitting upright on the couch, his head hung low, hands cupping the back of his neck. You slowly walked towards the back of the couch and laid your hands on his shoulders, your thumbs extending to press into the back of his neck. He visibly flinched, not expecting your presence, but soon relaxed under your touch.

“I’m sorry, your neck must be hurting because of the uncomfortable position you slept in last night…” you say, with a guilt-ridden voice.

“No it’s okay…” he hummed out.

You make your way around the couch and sit next to him. Confrontation. It was the solution to every problem. “Seriously, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced you to stay last nigh—”

“I stayed… because I wanted to stay.” He says, rubbing his eyes. “What’s the time?”

“O-Oh… it’s 10 am.”

“Don’t you have to leave for work in 10 minutes?”

“We have to leave for work.” You say chuckling.

“O-Oh… I was actually thinking of not coming in today… ya know… my back hurts and stuff…”

You were suspicious of his stuttering but decided that you tortured him enough, and just let it slide. “Well I have to leave, you can take a shower if you want, you already know where it is, and please close the door when you leave, okay?” you say grabbing your purse and your coat.

“Yeah sure… hey Y/N?” he says.

You stop in front of the door.

“Are you okay?” he says sincerely.

“Yeah I am, thank you Yoongi…” you smile and leave for work.

While you were in your own little bubble, occupied at work, Yoongi, having showered and carefully locked up your apartment, was headed to a certain someone’s humble abode, on his day off. He stood before the wooden door, as he knocked, waiting for his doom residing on the other side of the door. The door opened to reveal a familiar female, long pink hair pulled into space buns, her lips chewing on a pencil.

“Yoongi… didn’t expect to see you back here after a month… come in…”

“Actually I’m gonna make it quick” Yoongi says rubbing his palms together. “Where is Maria?”

“Oh she actually had to turn up at work, they were understaffed today…” her pink-haired roommate said.

“Oh okay thanks for your help.” He says leaving the doorstep, headed back to the restaurant. He walked in, and his eyes immediately searched for you. You were nowhere to be seen so he assumed that you were probably back in the kitchen. Then his eyes searched for a female with a short black bob, in uniform and spotted her at a table, close to the washroom. He walked up to her and tapped her shoulder.

“Oh Yoongi, hey…” Maria said, surprised to see him.

“Yeah hey, can we talk?”

She smirked at his question, assuming that wanting to “talk” was code for a hook up. She latched onto his collar and pulled him discretely towards the washroom. Before Yoongi could protest she slammed him against the empty washroom walls.

Yoongi never got to say, what he wanted to, what he had gone all the way to her apartment for. His mouth was clasped shut when Maria’s heavily-glossed lips landed on his own. He struggled to push her off, but before he could pry her off of him, he heard the sound of a toilet flushing, and a washroom stall door creaking open. He finally pushed Maria away and met your eyes, widened in shock.

You stood there, horrified, as you watched Maria smirking at you, an eyebrow raised in a challenging manner. You looked over to see Yoongi panting, against the wall, his lips swollen and smeared with Maria’s red lipstick. You held your whimpers in, and merely walked, no more like rushed out of the humiliating scene.

You walked out the back kitchen door and took in a deep breath. You calmed yourself down and did not allow any tears to flow. He was kissing her. So what? You were no one to decide who he kisses, much less sleeps with! You both had mutually decided upon staying anonymous about your personal affairs. Then why did it hurt? Why did it hurt to watch another woman lunge herself at that man? Why?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Maya’s voice, “Hey ummm… the customers are starting to line up, we need your help.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” You respond facing away from her.

“Okay…”

Back in the washroom Yoongi watched you leave, his mind in utter chaos. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi asks in frustration, turning to Maria.

“You were the one who wanted to ‘talk’.” She says scoffing.

“Yeah I wanted to ‘talk’, literally talk.”

“Don’t lie to yourself Yoongi. We’re both hot and we both obviously have a lot of sexual tension between us. What would it take for you to let go off her puny ass for once and give us another try?”

“I already told you! When I slept with you a month ago, it was a mistake! We were both shit drunk!”

“What does she have that I don’t?”

“She has some god damn respect and dignity. She doesn’t just throw herself at me, when I say no. No means no. At least she respects my decision.”

“Jeez what happened to you Yoongles? You were never like this… like a lost puppy following around that bitch Y/N.”

“Don’t you dare call me Yoongles.” He says, his tone dead serious. “And look in the mirror when you call Y/N that.”

“You’re just as fucked up as she is.” She says scoffing.

“Just stay away from me. I’m never gonna come back to you and sleep with you. Give up already and find someone else to latch onto.” With that Yoongi leaves the washroom and exits the restaurant, feeling an unhealthy amount of guilt in his heart.

When you got absorbed into work, you couldn’t care less about Yoongi’s absence. But your eyes did drift over to the young gentlemen who was playing in Yoongi’s place today, and everytime you looked over, your eyes would drop down in disappointment of the person that met your eyes. Maria pretended like nothing happened and you went along with it. Confronting her would lead nowhere sensible.

Soon it was night time, well more like early morning time, and you were walking down the dark midnight streets, Jackie and Mark by your side. You had all decided to walk to a bar down the street and have a few drinks before turning in for the night. You needed to drown your misery in shots, and were more than happy to receive an invitation to accompany your friends.

“Y/N?” Jackie spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t be mad…”

“Oh no, what did you do?”

“I observed that you sorta looked sad today. And I wanted to cheer you up…”

“Oh no…”

“I’m afraid to say it, but yes… I kinda reached out to a good friend of Mark’s and set you up on a blind date for tomorrow night.” She finishes.

“What?!” you exclaim.

“I’m sorry okay, but I thought you needed to brighten up a bit…”

“First of all what were you thinking, setting me up on a work night? It’s Tuesday tomorrow for Christ’s sake!”

“It’s the only time he was free! He has a busy schedule okay?” Mark defends, looking up from his phone screen.

“Ohh Mr. businessman is busy. I hate boring people, I’ll pass.” You say rolling your eyes.

“He’s a model… wait for it… for Gucci.” Jackie says, eyes shining.

“Keep talking…” you said, suddenly interested.

“His name is Taehyung. Age 24, same as yours. Aspiring to become an actor. Currently a model for Gucci. Also… he’s a god damn work of art.” Jackie says.

“I should be jealous, but I can’t lie, he’s too pretty to be human.” Mark says pitching in.

“Hmm…” you quietly think to yourself.

“Please, just try it out once? Get out there, have some fun!” Jackie pleads.

“Why the fuck not? YOLO right?” you say chuckling, heading to the bar, to drown all your obsessive thoughts.

Unlike waking up to your neighbor’s baby screaming loud enough to summon Satan like always, you wake up to a throbbing in your forehead. Your eyes scan your surroundings and finally focus on the clock on your wall. 11 am! You had to be at work in 15 minutes. You ran around your apartment, your brush in your mouth, one hand through the sleeve of your white button down, the other searching your dresser for your hairbrush.

You were at work. Even though you were 15 minutes late, and looked as though you had just survived a hurricane, you were still present, and that’s what mattered. Luckily, Mark had taken care of inventory for you, so that left you with enough time to polish yourself in the restaurant washroom before the doors opened for business. The washroom brought back unwanted memories from a day ago, but you ignored those, and focused on fixing yourself up, trying to make yourself presentable enough to match the class of the restaurant.

You were in your pajamas, happier than ever, watching a really good kdrama, ‘Its okay not to be okay’, definitely recommend 10 outta 10. Your work shift had ended early. You all had gotten a call from the owner and manager Kim Seokjin, that there was gonna be an extermination. You couldn’t be happier as you relaxed into the comfort of your couch. It hadn’t been 3 minutes into the new episode, when someone knocked on your door. You groaned in irritation.

“Just as it was about to get good.” You huffed out and approached the door.

You opened the door to a rather dim looking Yoongi. “Oh hi… ummm… wassup? Were the only words you could form.

“Can we talk?” Yoongi asks rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sure come in…” you say stepping back and closing the door behind him.

“I’ll get straight to the point…” Yoongi sighs. “What you saw, it wasn’t what you think happened.”

“What’re you talking about?” you asked chuckling nervously.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Y/N.”

“Oh that… yeah right…”

“Listen, I just want to clarify that yes I did sleep with Maria a month ago, back when we never used to talk, when we used to ignore each other 24/7. But I haven’t slept with her since. What you witnessed today was me telling her to back off, but she kissed me without my consent, and you happened to walk in at a bad time.”

You let out a huge sigh and folded your arms. “And why’re you telling me this?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. To that, you poke again, “I don’t control who you sleep with or who you choose to date Yoongi. We had a deal. We don’t get involved in each other’s personal lives.”

“Well I’m sorry if I seemed to be ‘involved in your personal life’ after we told each other something that I thought was personal to both of us.” He speaks out, in irritation.

You looked down at your ring and remember how you had told him about your past. You remembered how you both had shared a moment, sitting at the piano, which reminded you of the fact that he had also shared his past with you. But you were scared, terrified even. You were scared to let someone close to your heart again, afraid of being left alone again. You were frightened that someone would finally get through the tough walls you’d put up around yourself, and steal your fragile heart, only to break it into a million pieces again. The pain was too much.

“Well maybe we shouldn’t have shared that with each other!” you yell out without thinking twice.

You heard nothing but silence on Yoongi’s end. It took a minute before he spoke up, “So you regret it huh?” his voice alarmingly calm.

“I-I- I don’t know…” you say, unsure guilt settling in your heart.

“Well that just about explains every fucking doubt I’ve been having about this relationship.”

“That’s not wha—” you protest.

“Save it.” He said sternly. “I made a mistake. I tried to get us to be friends. We should go back to our old ways. Just text each other when we’re needy, and ignore each other at all other times. Got it. If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.” He storms out of the apartment, slamming the door with a loud bang on the way out.

You felt a tremendous guilt envelope your heart. You didn’t want things to go the way they did just now. He was never the issue. It was you. You were the coward who had commitment issues. And you didn’t want him to waste his time trying to get you to open up. This was the only way. You were never suited for love. It was always lust.

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im-fairly-whitty · 3 years

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The Mortifying Ordeal of Caring: A DBH oneshot

Gavin and Nines have been working together for nearly a year now and dating for more than half of it, but the suggestion of moving in together has Gavin anxious about the bad habits he’s only just managed to kick and that he fears could come back at any moment.

To his own great discomfort he realizes that—unlike most things in his past—he cares too much about his relationship with Nines to just run away from it, leading him to hunt down a real life professional (android) therapist to give it to him straight and tell him once and for all if he’s too messed up to really be good enough for Nines in the long run. (Or if he maybe has a chance at actually becoming a better person.)

“Gavin Reed?”

Gavin stood up fast enough to wack his leg on the low waiting room coffee table, making him wince.

Luckily the sharp new pain in his shin was easily stuffed down underneath the sheer terror that had been rising in his gut since he’d awoken two hours before his morning alarm and been unable to get back to sleep.

“That’s- Um, that’s me.” He coughed, having to clear his dry throat halfway through the first word.

Was not being able to speak properly enough of a screw up to justify leaving? He could probably bear the shame of running out of the office now, right?

But the android just smiled warmly and held the door open for him. “Come on in Gavin, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!”

Gavin teetered on the edge on flight for another instant that felt like an eternity before gritting his teeth, ordering himself to man up, and stiffly walking back into the office with the same care he’d take entering an uncleared area with a reported active shooter on the loose.

But once inside the office he realized it didn’t look much like an office at all. He’d been expecting some clean lined minimalist space with the stereotypical red couch that cartoons had taught him to expect, but this room instead seemed...cozy.

There was a couch, but it was worn in and brown, not an ostentatious slick velvet red. A rolling chair was beside it, presumably for the therapist. On one wall was a collection of drawings scattered with stickers, and against the other wall stood a low bookshelf filled with baskets of toys.

“You, uh, you get a lot of kids in here?” He asked stiffly, gingerly sitting in the exact middle of the couch on the extreme edge of the cushion.

Beside him on the couch was a small novelty pillow covered with blue and purple sequins which he carefully ignored.

“I do.” The android said, closing the door behind them and taking a seat on the rolling chair, relaxing into it and leaning against one of the arms. “Most of my clients are adults, but many of the more complex situations I work with since the revolution are android children with human parents. Having toys for them helps ease things a bit when we talk, and I’ve found my adult clients don’t mind either.”

“Shit. I didn’t even think about kid androids.” Gavin said, eyes wide as he stared at the shelf. “Fuck, how does that even- uh, sorry about the swearing, I, uh...”

“While we’re here together I don’t want you to worry about censoring yourself.” The android said easily. “If you need to swear in order to best get your thoughts and feelings out, then I want you to swear up a storm. I know this is our first time meeting, and sometimes it can take a few tries to find a therapist that best meets your needs specifically, but while we’re here today I want you to feel as comfortable as possible.”

Right. Like feeling comfortable was going to happen.

It suddenly occurred to Gavin that she hadn’t pulled out the large notepad and pen he’d assumed all therapists scribbled away on during meetings.

“Are you recording this?” He blurted out, cheeks turning red as he tried desperately to think if that was an offensive question. “I mean, just, you don’t have a notebook and I know you probably gotta take notes, but if I’m gonna talk I’d rather you didn't record anything, you know? Or like, at least not without me knowing? Sorry if that’s a bad question or whatever, I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing here, I’m sorry.”

“Not a bad question at all, this is a new experience for you, so it would be unfair for either of us to assume you already knew everything.” She said gently. “I don’t record sessions unless I ask the client for permission first. I may make some notes after a session, but I generally prefer to be in the moment so that our conversation can flow more naturally and you feel like you have my full attention.”

“Okay. Yeah, that’s good I guess.” Gavin said, his gaze now trained on the floor.

“So Gavin, what is it you’re hoping to gain from our sessions together?” She asked, watching him.

At least her gaze somehow didn’t feel intense. That and Gavin had the feeling she would wait as long as he needed to get his words together, which was great since it took nearly two full minutes.

Usually when he was uncomfortable he could fall back on sharp insults or biting sarcasm to shield him, but he’d promised himself he’d give this an honest try after managing to drag himself in and that meant not resorting to his usual cop-outs.

“I have a boyfriend.” Gavin finally managed to spit out after a mortifyingly long silence of throat clearing.

“Congratulations.” The therapist said with a smile. “Can you tell me a little bit about him?”

“His name is Nines, we’ve been dating for, uh, seven months now I think? And he’s an android.” Gavin said, palms up and hands open. He found himself impossibly hoping that alone would miraculously explain all his issues to the therapist without him having to wrangle together more words.

“That does explain why you would seek me out as a therapist.” She said, her smile a little wider than it had been so far. “I haven’t had many new lone human clients since the revolution.”

“I wanted to make sure I got someone who really understood, you know?” Gavin said. “I didn’t want to waste time on some doc who still thinks androids aren't people or some shit. Plus I figure an android would be a better help for me getting better about...certain stuff than a human would. Better perspective on things, you know?”

“What model is Nines?” The therapist asked, nodding. “That’s always an important bit of context for me.”

“An RK900.” Gavin said, clearing his throat and finding himself watching the therapist’s LED, which indeed flickered yellow before she got it under control.

“I’ve never had the chance to meet someone who’s that model before.” She said, her eyes a bit wide.

“He’s the only one out right now, his series got put on hold after, you know, everything.” Gavin said, waving a hand vaguely. It felt much easier to talk about Nines instead of himself. “They released him to our precinct as a prototype since we were the ones who tested the first RK800 too, Connor. You’ve probably heard of Connor actually, he was all over the news during, you know...”

Another vague hand wave.

“Anyway, I got assigned Nines as my partner—I’m a detective by the way—which I’m pretty sure was because my boss hates me, and Nines and I hated each other too for like a month or something, but then we started not hating each other so much, and he’s really amazing actually, and you wouldn’t really think he’s caring since he looks so fucking scary when you first see him, and he can rip the door off a car door like no problem and everything too.”

He could feel himself starting to ramble out of sheer nerves, but found himself unable to stop now that the words had finally started.

“But he’s actually really caring and sweet and looks out for me without making me feel like it’s a problem? And right before we started dating he found this kitten in a rain gutter and took it in and we started teaming up to take care of it and whatever cause I’ve already got two cats. And anyway we’re dating now and I’ve never dated someone I care about this much before, and I feel like I’m always about to fuck it up, and the other day we were talking about maybe moving in together which I know sounds kinda fast but it feels right for us, and it sounded awesome when we were talking about it, but then afterward I started feeling like shit about it, and I’ve never really been good for anyone ever and I’ve got so many issues and I just don’t know how I can possibly be good enough for him long term, you know?”

Gavin rubbed his arm as he forced his ramble to an end, his panic having risen slightly the longer he went, sure the android was going to cut him off any second.

But instead she just nodded, eyebrows raised, but seeming understanding. “Sounds like you’ve really got a lot on your mind, Gavin.”

“Yeah.” He said weakly.

“Well first of all, thank you for sharing this with me.” She said very sincerely. “It sounds like you’re doing a lot of soul searching and feeling vulnerable right now, and I’m glad you trust me enough to share.”

“Well, I mean it’s your job, right?” Gavin shrugged, feeling somehow embarrassed at being thanked for spilling his guts. “If I’m working a case I want all the evidence I can get so I can solve it, I figure it’s the same for you and I’d be an idiot if I tried to keep it back, right? Be a waste of my money not to help you do your job right.”

She chuckled. “That’s definitely one way to look at it, though often most of what I do involves helping people solve the puzzle themself.”

Well that sounded like bullshit to Gavin, she wasn’t even going to fix his problems for him?

“So,” She said. “What I’m hearing is that you are currently in a relationship that you value very much with someone who you feel values you back, and now that you two are coming up on a big relationship milestone you’re starting to have doubts and feel afraid that you aren’t good enough for him? Is that right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Gavin said, not particularly liking hearing it said so plainly, but relieved at least to have communicated it well enough.

“What are some of the reasons that make you doubt yourself?” The therapist asked. “Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, and it sounds like maybe you’ve got some weaknesses you’re noticing more and wanting to improve if you’ve made the step to come in and see me.”

“Anger issues, rudeness, occasional insubordination.” Gavin said, reciting the most popular topics in his disciplinary file. He scratched the back of his neck, his gaze wandering to the bookshelf.

“And in your personal life?” She asked, clearly seeing through his strategy.

“I don’t know.” Gavin said, hedging as he unconsciously reached for the sequin pillow, fiddling with the edge.

He knew this was probably the part where he was supposed to say well doc, it all started with my dead mom and abusive, alcoholic dad... But despite his earlier claim that he wanted to hand over all the evidence, he found himself suddenly balking.

“I, uh, I don’t really date a lot.” He said, feeling like he was prying the words out of himself. “I’m more of a one night stand kind of guy. I don’t like people thinking I owe them anything.”

He scruffed his fingers through the pillow’s sequins, flipping them from blue to purple and back as he was silent for a long minute, letting his thoughts wrestle themselves out.

“I’m angry a lot.” He finally managed. “Sometimes I try working on it, like when I was in college or when I first joined the force. But then I get tired or forget I guess and I get just as bad again. Or, you know, something happens.”

Like when Hank had slipped into alcoholism after his kid died and Gavin had handled his old friend’s trauma in the worst way possible because of his own issues.

“Would you say that’s your biggest concern?” The therapist asked, considering him without an ounce of judgement in her gaze. “That you’ll revert to old negative behaviors as your relationship with Nines progresses?”

“I guess.” Gavin said, starting to scrape all the sequins on the left side of the pillow blue. “I uh.” He cleared his throat. “I think I’m extra worried because...because he’s an android. I was really...not great about androids before we met. He’s the one that helped me get my head on straight about it all, you know? So I guess I’m extra worried about going back to how I was because of that. He deserves better than that, and if it’s a lost cause I’d-”

He ducked his head, coughing and scrubbing at something in his eye.

“I, uh, I guess that’s why I’m here. I wanted to get a professional opinion on if I’m too screwed up or not. If I gotta...gotta let him go or whatever I need to do it before we’re both in too deep. I can’t move in with the guy and realize a week later that it was a mistake, I won’t do that to him. He deserves the best, and if I can be that I want to be, but if not I don’t want to hurt him. You know?”

The therapist watched him quietly with a softly understanding expression, her LED flickering blue.

“Have you talked to Nines about this yet?” She asked. “It seems like you two must have a strong relationship if you’ve already overcome so much together and work together professionally.”

“God, no, I haven’t.” Gavin shook his head, grimacing. “I mean, well, kinda? I mean, he knows about my issues obviously, and he knows all about my parents and everything. I think maybe he probably knows I’m nervous about moving in together, but he doesn’t know I’m here doing this. I mean, maybe he does, he is the world’s most expensive detective.” He said with a chuckle.

“Is there a reason you haven’t talked about it with him yet?” She asked gently.

Gavin felt himself blush a little, picturing Nines’ unimpressed but still caring expression all too well. “Uh, probably because he’d tell me it’ll be fine, that we’ll work through whatever happens together. And that he’s put up with my shit too long already to let me go so easily now.”

The therapist smiled at that. “It sounds like he’s as dedicated to you are you are to him.”

“I guess, yeah.” Gavin said, looking at the pillow.

“It sounds like your main fear is that you’re afraid that you’ll revert to a past version of yourself that you don’t like very much anymore, but it also sounds like you’ve already made some incredible personal steps recently that already put you far apart from the old Gavin, is that right?”

“Well sure, old me never managed to get himself in to see a shrink, no matter how many people told me to.” Gavin said wryly.

“Precisely. And it sounds like you have something and someone you value enough to really put in the effort to make a change. And most importantly,” Her gaze got a little more serious. “It sounds like you’re changing yourself because you are growing and realizing that you want to be better. Putting the responsibility on your partner to make you better is unhealthy, but working to improve yourself because you’re no longer satisfied with the status quo is admirable. Even just the fact that you would be willing to let him go if you wouldn’t make him happy despite how badly you want it to work out says a lot about your motives.”

“Yeah?” Gavin asked, for some reason feeling a little like he might cry.

“You’re right in knowing that change isn’t easy, breaking old habits and thought processes takes a lot of hard and consistent work, but genuinely wanting to change is the first and hardest step.” She said with a nod. “The fact that you’re here and willing to put in the work to make it stick is a huge deal Gavin, and if you are willing to put in that work then I have no reason to think that you won’t succeed. It’s never easy and there will sometimes be some setbacks of course, but you’ll have all the resources you need to work through it and succeed.”

“O-okay.” Gavin said, voice stupidly fragile. “That’s good I guess. Yeah. Good. That’s good to hear.”

“I think my first homework assignment for you though will be to talk to Nines about your concerns and be honest about your fears about this big potential change.” She said, her smile almost teasing, but not quite. “It’s normal to feel nervous about important relationship milestones, but it can also be an opportunity for both of you to grow closer and learn about each other. Does that sound fair?”

“Yeah, that’s fair. I can do that.” Gavin said, clearing his throat and pulling out his phone to make a reminder that he definitely didn’t need. “I guess talking about my feelings shouldn’t be that much of a surprise for therapy homework, huh?”

“Perhaps not.” She chuckled. “As for the rest of our time together today, I’d like to learn more about you so that we can start getting to know your old Gavin habits better. That way we can tackle them in the best way possible. For the rest of this session and our next visit I’d like to hear everything you feel comfortable telling me that you think is relevant.” She tilted her head a bit. “That is assuming of course that you choose to continue our visits, otherwise I’d be glad to refer you to some other android therapists you might be interested in visiting.”

“Yeah no, I’m coming back, don’t worry.” Gavin said hurriedly, in that moment realizing that he absolutely would be. “I'm not ditching you for another therapist, otherwise I’d have to do the whole almost crying thing again, right? What’s the point in that?”

“Well I'm happy to hear that, Gavin.” The therapist said warmly.

Gavin realized with a silent groan that he didn’t even remember her name, if he’d ever paid attention in the first place after looking up a nearby well rated android therapist online.

“And don’t hate me for this, but I forgot your name already.” Gavin said, trying to sound as not guilty as possible.

“It’s Amelia.” She said with a smile. “You can call me that or Amy if you like.”

“Amy. I can remember that. Amy.” Gavin said with a nod, forcing the name into his long term memory. “So, uh, where should I start?”

“How about you tell me more about Nines?” Amy suggested. “I’d love to hear more about how the two of you managed to end up together.”

Gavin grinned. “Now that I can talk about for hours.”

#dbh #Detroit: Become Human #RK900 #Gavin Reed #Reed900 #more swears than I usually write because Gavin is a gremlin who will not be overly censored and his therapist is supportive #wit writes #been wanting to write something for DBH for aaaaaages

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melliflovs · 4 years

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Tom Boy - Richie Tozier

Word Count: 1,280

Warnings: Foul language, minor fluff

Summary: Richie’s high score on his favorite game gets beaten by a pretty girl.

You can find the rest of my writing by clicking the link in my bio!

(y/n)'s fingers moved quickly as she navigated past her enemy and landed a solid uppercut to her opponents jaw, successfully knocking him out. She let out a silent cheer as 'You Win' flashed on the screen in big bold golden lettering.

"You beat the high score!" A voice yelled from behind in her shock.

Turning around she looked at who spoke, seeing a boy with curly brown hair and wide glasses. She eyed him warily as he shoved her aside to stare at the latest scoreboard.

"Yeah, it wasn't that hard. The high score was pretty shit if you ask me." She responded, slightly offended at how he had brushed her off like that.

His head whipped around to look at her in disbelief. His glasses almost sliding off his face, she wondered if he had managed to give himself whiplash. "I'll have you know, that I've held the high score on street fighter for seven months now." He said, defending himself and his previous title.

"Not any more." She responded smugly, crossing her arms. It took her one try to take him out of first place. Probably took him all summer. "Looks like I'm in first, and based off your previous score it'll take you while to beat it."

She moved forward past the boy, knocking into his shoulder roughly and pushing him back lightly.

"Good luck, you're gonna need it."

It had been two weeks since she'd seen the boy from the arcade, although it was obvious he was still attempting to beat her score. The score next to the name 'trashmouth' going up slowly every Saturday. (y/n) still wasn't worried, her first place slot secured by a three thousand point lead.

Summer was officially coming to an end as she stepped into the busy halls of her new school. Students rushed around in an effort to make it to their first class of the new school year, papers falling from their grasps and backpacks slipping off kids shoulder.

She'd seen it hundreds of times before, new school, new kids, same bullshit.

As she walked towards her first class she passed by a group of girls, a look of determination and anger across their faces as they made their way into the girls bathroom, glaring at her as they walked.

The rude look made (y/n) move out of their way, not willing to get caught in the path of destruction and stepping quickly to the right as they turned. Swerving she ran into someone.

Bouncing back off the strangers chest she looked at her feet. "I'm sorry I-"

"You!" He shouted with an accusing glare.

Immediately she felt the apology sink to the back of her throat as her face grew warm. A smirk took over her features as she looked at him. "Oh, it's you. Made any progress on beating me?" (y/n) said mocking him.

"Oh fuck you-" He began, his mouth curling into a snarl, his sentence cut short as a hand flew out from behind him and wacked him on the back of his head.

"Shut up, Richie. No one needs to hear it." A voice said as a head of curls walked up from behind him.

"Stan." Richie muttered to himself, annoyance coating his tone. The curly headed boy eyed her curiously before continuing down the hallway.

"So what, is his sole reason in life to shut you up; cause hes got great timing." She teased, praising 'Stan' quietly to herself.

"Yeah, yeah. Just stay out of my way." He said, adjusting his glasses and pushing past her into the regular ebb and flow of the hallway traffic.

(y/n) stood in the doorway of the arcade. It had been five weeks since they had run into each other in school, literally. But, for the past four weeks every time she would show up to go the arcade Richie would already be there plugging away at street fighter.

So, everyday for the past four weeks she would wait there for him to finish. Despite the tingle she felt in her fingers and the need to correct him every time he made a wrong move that resulted in the 'game over' screen she waited silently in the shadows.

After the second week, the itch she felt had disappeared and she found herself yearning for the times she spent watching him play then actually playing. (y/n) enjoyed watching his face scrunch in concentration in an attempt to land a hit, or how sometimes he'd get too excited and his glasses would slip down the bridge of his nose.

She smiled to herself as he landed a swift kick to his opponent, he was getting better. He let out a small cheer before getting lost in the game again, completely oblivious to her aura.

A light tap on her shoulder temporarily distracted her from Richie, the idea of looking away from him making her heart falter. Turning around she was met with the curly headed boy again.

"It's Stan, right?" She questioned with a small smile.

"Yeah." He confirmed looking behind her shoulder to see his friend and then trailing his eyes back to hers. "And you must be (y/n). Richie talks about you a lot."

Her cheeks blazed crimson at his confession.

"He talks about me?"

Stanley nodded at her, "Yeah he does, all the time actually. Richie says he only comes down here to beat you, but if you asked me I'd say it's to impress you."

"I-I thought he hated me." She said, eyebrows drawn in confusion as she turned to look back at him. Richie was still entranced in his game, unaware of the conversation happening a few feet from him.

"You thought wrong."

With that Stan brushed past her lightly and headed towards his friend, leaving (y/n) with a pit in her stomach and a tiny flutter in her chest.

Two days later (y/n) showed up to the arcade bright and early. Despite the wall they'd built up she was determined to knock it down, and she'd decided today was the day.

She had thought a lot about what Stan had told her and even though her head was screaming 'no' her heart was pounding 'yes' so when Richie walked through the familiar double doors she didn't hesitate to step into his path.

Richie let out a small groan when he saw her, "What are you doing here?"

Building up all the courage she could, (y/n) said what she had practiced so many times before hand.

"Would you be willing to share some Street Fighter tips?"

Richie let out a loud scoff before pausing, "Wait..what did you just ask me."

Her resolve began to fade away as she realized she would have to repeat it. It had taken all she had to say it in the first place.

"Well I asked if you would be willing to-"

"Share street fighter tips." He finished for her.

(y/n)'s nerves began to build again, maybe it wasn't worth it. "I-I'm just gonna go-"

"No!" He yelled before shaking his head again. "I mean yes. Yes as in I'd like to share tips, if you'd still want to."

"I'd like that." She confirmed, "As long as you don't mind getting beaten again." (y/n) said, a teasing smile gracing her face.

"I think I can put up with that as long as I get to spend some time with you." He said, a blush covering his face as he pushed up his glasses.

"What's that? Going soft on a tomboy like me already, Tozier?"

With a confident grin, Richie swung his arm around her shoulder. "Possibly."

#it imagine #richie tozier #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier x reader #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x reader #it 2017 #stranger things #it one shot

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artisticestheticreads · 4 years

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ROXANNE

A/N: So, I have been hearing this song every where and ending up downloading when I got an idea for this one shot. I think I saw a one shot by @hearteyes-for-killmonger (I could be wrong though. It was so long ago.) where Erik raced a woman but this is nothing like that. I was just inspired by the racing idea.

Warning: nothing...I don’t think.

Song Recommendation: ROXANNE - Arizona Zervas

Word Count: 1685

It was a very chill, basic night and Erik was of course in his flashy all matte black Jaguar. He was playing music from the late and great TuPac, bopping his head. Erik was stuck at home but decided to go out for a drive and maybe pull up to the Mexican Food spot.

He was stuck at a red light when a Lambo, all gold pulled up beside him on his left. He was giving the gentleman his props in his head since he couldn’t see pass the other car’s tinted windows. The other driver looked over at Erik as their freshly manicured hands gripped the wheel, revving up their engine.

“This nigga don’t know who he dealing with”, Erik chuckled as he did the same. As the green light flashed, they were off. They both maneuvered through traffic with ease and Erik had to admit he was impressed; Erik took a look at the driver’s license plate and read ROXXX. The other driver spun in a circle making them drive backwards as the top went down and what Erik saw surprised him even more. It was a brown skin woman with auburn hair, blow dried curls with a pair of cute cheeks, and full glossed lips and dimples.

The woman winked as she spun back around, driving ahead of Erik. Erik smirked slyly and caught; up checking her out more before they both stopped at the light. He leaned out his window on his arms and said “what you know about driving like that, little one?” She looked at him as her hands were 10 and 2, looked at him with lustful brown eyes and said “way more than you pretty boy.”

Erik smirked as they still waited; eyes on the lights. He spoke out loud and said “you should give me your number. So we can race again sometime.” She shook her head and said ”only if you beat me. Where ya heading to?”

“The Mexican food joint up the way.”

“Rosa’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Aight, if I win, you gotta pay for my food and I don’t give you my number.”

“What if I win?”

She giggled as she smiled and said “that’s if ya beat me, handsome.” She drove past him and he eventually caught up. They were neck and neck when he looked over at her. The street lights flowed against her exposed arms which were covered in numerous tattoos and look as if she was nude. Her eyes were on the street ahead in the zone when she turned left so he turned right. Erik couldn’t help but think about Roxxx. He barely knew her but wanted to get to at least. Her style in cars and driving techniques were phenomenal and he wanted to just pick her brain. How can a beautiful woman like that be so good at driving? I mean it was 2020 and woman could do anything men did but maybe even better. He also wondered what else she can ride.

Erik pulled up to the spot and noticed her car wasn’t around. He shook his head as he thought she left him hanging. He stepped out of his car fixing his tossed locs and Levi jeans with crisp white tee and all white Adidas. “Finally you got here”, he heard from across the street. There she stood, leaning on her car with arms and ankles crossed. Her shapely figure was covered by a white tube top, a pair of jean shorts and white Converse. Her thigh was home for a panther tattoo and cheetah print on her opposite calf. She threw her sunglasses behind her in the car and began walking towards him across the street.

It seemed as if they were in slow motion because he watched as the bounce in her thighs, chest and hair reflected the headlights of the cars who had stopped. He stood smirking to himself once she got onto the curb. He looked down at her small physique and said “you are a little one, huh?” She looked away smirking then back to him and said “at least I didn’t lose, big man. You own me some tacos.” She walked past and he got the perfect view of her behind. He bit his lip but heard “ya comin’ or you just gonna stare at my ass the whole time, chief?” Roxxx turned to him slightly until he started walking.

There they stood, side by side looking up at the menu. Erik looked at the 5’6 ½ woman and noticed her beautiful round face as she paid him no mind. She tucked her hair behind her ear and showed off her dagger tattoo on her neck right behind the ear. “Gah damn, this girl is fine as hell. Look at her all bronze and flawless and shit. It was worth losing to her. She probably make a nigga bow down to her Shit, I’m wit it”, he thought to himself. She looked down at her nails and around until she saw Erik who now looked at the menu. ”Hm, damn he is good looking as fuck. He can dress, keeps his nails clean. I don’t see ring on his finger. Look like he can break backs, necks and hearts if he wanted too. Beard full and I know he got a big d-“, she thought but was interrupted by the cashier. “Yeah, my bad. I want four tacos, with everything, carne asada and green chile salsa on the side. Oh and a large pina colada slushie.”

“I’ll get a wet chicken burrito, no beans, extra meat and cheese and salsa on the side with a root beer”, said Erik as he pulled out a roll of money from his pocket. “That will be $24.94” said the man in a think Spanish accent; Erik handed him the exact amount and they grabbed their drinks. She led the way out to the side tables and said on the bench; he sat beside her. “So, who taught you how to drive”, he asked sipping his drink. Roxxx sipped from hers and said “my god mom. She was racer while I was growing up until she got ill. She still around but she ain’t racing no more. What about you?”

“My damn self. I grew up by myself”, Erik said matter of factually. Roxxx pulled her straw in and out and she stirred her drink as he watched. “What’s her name”, she asked and Erik got confused until she said “ya car. What’s her name?” He chuckled and said “you asking my car name but not mine?” She rolled her eyes and looked at him. “Fine, what is yours then?”

“Erik but everyone call me Killmonger.”

“Killmonger? Like the ex vet?” He looked at her with a rose brow and asked “how you know that?”

“You cool with my god brother, D’Angelo. The dark skin with the dark hair and gap in between his teeth.” Erik smiled and said “awe shit. Yeah, I am. We go way back.” Roxxx nodded and said “yeah, I know. I mean you and I never met because I moved around a lot but D used to talk about you a lot until…”, Roxxx stopped at the memory of seeing her late brother murdered in front of his home. She still remembered the new reports saying how he was a blood but that was all fake news. D’Angelo was just a video game nerd who never held a gun outside of GTA. She missed him a lot but the tears wouldn’t bring him back. Erik nodded and said “yeah, I remember when his girl told me. I’m sorry for that.”

“Don’t be. Shit happens. D’Angelo actually thought convinced me into get Goldie over there. That’s was his name for her but I thought it was a cheesy name so I named him Angel”, she sipped her drink with a small smile and he did the same. “So, what you do”, he asked and she told him “nothing much. I race every once a week for tons of money. I usually get top three and get at least 200,000 for a race.” Erik nodded and said “that’s a shit ton of money.” She giggled and said “that’s why I do it, Killmonger.” They smiled at one another and soon ate when the employee came out. They talked more and after they ate, they did more. “So, you telling me Love and Basketball is wack”, Erik asked and Roxxx nodded. “It would still be good if they didn’t outplay that shit on BET.” Erik chuckled as they dapped one another and Roxxx watched him. “Does your girl watch it”, she asked making Erik smile. “I don’t got one.”

“Why ya lying” I know you got plenty of women on ya dick, 24/7.”

“Nah, I ain’t feeling it. What about you? With how ya looking, I know you got niggas drooling when you come their way.” She smirked and said “nah, I just let ‘em drool.” They began walking towards his car and stood there for a couple of seconds. “Thanks for the food. I’ll check ya around”, she said about to walk away but Erik pulled her back gently to him. “So, you ain’t gonna give me ya number”, he asked and she shook her head. He pressed his tongue against his cheek shaking his head and she smiled. “But I’ll take yours.” She pulled out her phone, unlocked it and handed it to him so he can put his number in. She looked down at the number and texted it with a car emoji. She shook his hand slowly and said “good night, Killmonger.” “Good night, Roxxx.” She saluted him and went to her car getting in and he followed; he realized something as she pulled away and followed behind. Both stopped side by side at a red light and he hollered “you never told me ya name.” She smiled, looked over and said “my name is Roxanne.” The both smirked at one another as she drove off heading home, leaving him with nothing but hope to see her again.

*𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊*

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Set In Stone - Go Back

If this is the first of this series you’re seeing click HERE

I put a read more so these don’t eat up my entire blog! Enjoy <3

“We have to go back Bart. I don’t know why I was given these powers but I was, and I can save lives with them, especially back at our home Earth, there’s a reason we were supposed to come here and it’s to know that we fight for a reason, for the family here and for the billions of lives that lived because of the way people like you, me, and Tim fight for what’s right. That’s the decision a true hero makes” Bart looked at you, a look of understanding flooding his face. “You’re right - damn you’re so totally right. Just give me time to say bye?” of course you agreed, waiting for him just staring at the beautiful future.

Children dressed in immaculate clothes chased each other laughing jubilantly while grandparents walked hand and hand down the street. The elders stopped, staring at you in disbelief. “My god you look just like Y/N you know the hero from my generation!” the older lady looked shocked to be talking to you. “Oh um, yeah. I get that one a lot!” you smiled, your heart warming knowing that you’d be known as a hero. “Ah she was a good one wasn’t she! She rescued me one time! She says “you look like Johnny Brooke” and I says “I am ma’am” and she just hugged me! I was no older than 10 - I still have the picture of us together!” the elderly man fumbled open his wallet, showing you a photo of an older looking version of you dressed in a deep purple suit, your arm around a little kid, the both of you beaming. “Johnny Brooke, great name!” you tried to take a mental picture so when you went back to Earth you’d know to look for him, time traveling was weird like that.

The couple parted ways and Bart came outside, his cheeks slightly wet from a tearful goodbye. After a quick stretch he was ready to go. You clung to his back and he turned to you one last time. “You sure about this? I don’t know if this will be our future” you thought about Johnny “I know this is the right thing to do, heroes right?” “Heroes.” Bart replied before taking off, the familiar energy crackling in the air.

This felt different than going forwards in time. In fact it felt so different you weren’t quite sure you were even time travelling. You peeled open your eyes to face a mirror image of you. “Hey girl! Looking good! Heh get it?” she cracked the same joke you would’ve made. “Am I dead?” you asked, confused as to why your hell or heaven was just another version of yourself. She looked happier, confident almost. “Oooh yea, bear with me cuz this is some wack shit okay?” you nodded, glancing down to confirm you still had arms and legs in this alternate universe.

“okayyy so! long story short the deity Fate chose me - well, you and me - us, to carry the burden of the ever changing future. Scary shit right! So like besides all the daddy issues I’m unloading on you I’m here to tell you that the whole Tim or Bart choices stuff is bullshit all just a big test to unlock some epic powers! Obviously you passed - that whole “we are heroes” speech was totes adorable also I totally want to know how the fuck you got to the future cuz I had a hell of a time finding you I mean damn girl what did you do? Meet and tell Bart the truth even though he is basically a child when we first met him? Anyways, you can test out the fancy powers later - there’s another y/n or well, us, that wasn’t given the opportunity to choose selflessness so we’re gonna go help her! Then you can go back to your shitty timeline where you trust people! Deal?”

“Extra powers? What do you mean?” were the first words that tumbled out of your mouth. “Don’t worry about it girl let’s go kick some ass!” You grabbed your own hand, leaping into a giant portal.

(to read the y/n & y/n team up to save y/n plot you can go to the masterlist or go back to the beginning and make new choices!)

“Wait so you met yourself, then went on a quick trip to save yourself?!?! I THOUGHT BART KILLED YOU” Tim screeched as you tried to explain the epic adventure you just went on. Bart was relieved when you returned home, he blasted into the present and then realized you were nowhere to be found. “Yeah it’s totally crash there’s like a multiverse of y/n’s and Tim’s and Bart’s! And since they all have futures all the Y/N’s can connect! We’re actually gonna go get coffee soon I think!” you explained and Tim just about fainted.

It would take a while for him to wrap his brain around what had happened, and it took you time to completely understand your powers and their limits. And all the reasons why you can’t go fall in love with another multiverse’s Conner Kent just because he wears a sexy spikey leather jacket and your Conner wears a black t-shirt. Life lessons. But it was worth it, the pain with using your powers was beginning to dissipate once you learned that the future changes, flowing with time not set in stone - once you learned to flow with the tide you stopped getting hit with waves. And you never stopped learning what being a hero meant to you, rooted in the selfless protection of your world you found yourself becoming a better hero and person every day. Plus the newly found daddy issues with Fate, but you had your infinite number of Y/N’s to help with that!

“So if nothing is set in stone you can pick one of us without the other dying - who’s it gonna be?” Bart waggled an eyebrow at you seductively while Tim looked up curiously. “Yeah! I wanna know!” he added. You rolled your eyes, “if there’s anything I’ve learned it’s that picking and choosing ultimatums only hurts yourself and others, why would I continue that trend after everything I’ve learned!” Tim shrugged in agreement, still hoping you’d go for him.

Bart didn’t get the message. “Wait so you’re saying threesome?”

“No!”

One of the best endings you can get - care to find the other good ones?

~ hey I really hope you enjoyed this series. It all started with me asking myself why heroes sacrifice themselves so easily, take Wally West in Young Justice or Superboy in infinite crisis originally I thought it was because of their relationship to the other heros or their family but then I realized that the best heroes do it because they see the life of others as so precious they’ll give anything for it - no matter the person. So I wanted to see all the ways selfishness can burden decisions, especially when it comes to love. I also wanted to show that not every ending to a story is inherently good or bad. This series has endings that end with love, death, secrets, lies, truths, and heroism and they can all mean something different to the person making the decisions. I’d love to know what you thought of this! ~

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miss-smrxtiee · 4 years

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-Unwanted Celebration-

MC (Riley Williams) x Drake

Liam, Maxwell, Hana, Olivia

Summary: Drake gets a little suprise on his special day. But much to his distaste, they’re not backing down.

A/N: I just REALLY wanted to be crazy with this because I had two cups of coffee and a lollipop my brother gave me so the sugar rush is REAL. P.S (MC is with Drake for this fic although I alternate between Liam and Drame because they are perfect)

Warnings: Swearing and a whole damn truck full o’ laughs and fluff.

Tags: (Ty for the support if you would like to be added or removed just DM me or let me know 💖❤️)

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BEEP! BEEP!

WACK!

Drake groans as he wacks his alarm. I absolutely hate the fucking weekdays. Why do I gotta wake up so unreligiously early...

He runs a hand down his face before rolling out of bed and walking to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth in the mirror and grabs his AirPod Pros to listen to Spotify in the shower. He steps out and splashes on his musky Sephora cologne that his girlfriend insisted he try out, he has to admit it was half bad, after combing his hair he changes clothes and grabs his phone but right before he walks out the door he looks at the calendar that was hung beside his mirror and his eyes widen.

Oh hell no.

He frantically looks around. What do I do?! They can’t find me. But before he could make a decision...

BANG!

The door was dramatically kicked open and Riley and Maxwell threw party hats at him playing Ayy Macarena by Tyga as well as jumping around him in circles.

Too fucking late...

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARSHMALLOW!!!!!!!!” Riley squeaked throwing her arms around his neck and Liam, Hana, and Olivia walking in behind the two with smirks.

“I told you I hated birthdays.” Drake growled at Liam for reminding them.

“Might of let it slide... oopsie!” Liam said with a smirk you could practically hear.

“WOOOOO MY MANS B-DAY BE 2DAY!” Maxwell said popping some champagne and plopping a tiny party hat on Drake’s clearly annoyed face while Riley laughs.

Riley attempts to pinch his cheeks into a smile but he glares at his friends and she fails. “Come on!!! Lighten up Marshmallow!” Riley said bouncing on her toes while Olivia takes a swig if her champagne and Hana tries to hold off her laughter.

“Please don’t tell me we are having a party.” Drake said, pinching the bridge of his nose while a headache creeps up. Hana and Maxwell are to busy doing the Macarena to the song that they didn’t hear them but Liam and Olivia walk up and explain.

“We mighttttt of reserved a VIP table at this popular club that I heard had great whiskey.” Drake lifts his eyebrows at the mention of good whisky and the two laugh noticing his mood shift.

“MY MAN.” Maxwell yells from the make shift ‘dance floor’ they had set up in the middle of his bedroom with a small speaker which was now playing Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO.

“Max, chill please my head is about to explode.” Drake desperately pleaded but Maxwell shook his head and started jumping around chugging his Champagne.

“WE GON’ GET LIT TONIGHT” Maxwell squeaked. Riley cheered and he shook his head before turning back to Liam who was practically dying from laughter.

“you are so fucking dead Rhys...” Drake said with a growl, only making Liam and Olivia laugh harder.

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Later that evening...

“You can’t be serious Williams...” Drake growled at her looking back at his outfit that matched with her dress. It was a simple black dress shirt and his usual jeans which was no problem but..

The damn party hat....

“It looks cute on you!!” Riley said adjusting it on his head before grabbing his hand and pulling him outside to the car where the rest of their group sat cheering.

“So you dragged the beast.” Olivia said with a smirk as he reluctantly sat inside.

“Oh shush.”Drake glared and everyone laughed. Maxwell turns his attention to Drake while the car starts and rolls down the palace driveway.

“DrAkeEe!!! You’re like, ancient now!” Maxwell teased and Riley slaps His shoulder. “Don’t be mean!” Riley said in a stern but still playful tone.

“Fiiiiiineeee, But you gotta at least have some fun tonight!” Drake just stared at him and Riley both as they used their best puppy dog eyes.

“...Fine, I’ll have. A drink or two.” He answered turning away while they all said ‘yay!’.

“Only a couple thought...” he clarified.

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20 minutes later...

“WOOOHOOO!!!” Maxwell yelled out on the dance floor taking his 4th shot with Drake.

Welp, screw a couple.

“Hey Baby! Look at this mechanical bull!” Riley squeake, Liam chose a western style pub that was close to the palace, he didn’t think it was that bad.

“You have to try it!” Riley said over the music.

“Uh-Uh, no way am I doing that.” Drake crossed his arms and tried to walk away but Riley dragged him to the enterance and his friends gather around to watch.

Ughhhh

“Pleaseeeeeeee” Riley pleaded, giving him a nudge toward the platform and Drakes shoulders slump.

When she looks at me like that I can barely think let alone say no to her.

“...Fine.. but only once!” Drake said and they all cheer as the bull starts rocking back and forth.

This isn’t soo bad

Faster...

Still not horrible

Faster...

Okay, I like a challenge.

Faster...

Oh yikes

Faster!!!

Drake suddenly falls off the bull and everyone starts cheering and laughing.

“Drake: zero, Bull: One” Maxwell said throwing back another shot and he laughs while Riley jumps up and down, excited he gave it his best.

“Max, I’m gonna have to cut you off soon.” Liam said while he and Olivia stand there like 2 parents watching over their kids do stupid shit on the playground.

“hEll naw Li Li, Im’ b whole new manz toNIGHT!!” Maxwell said throwing his arms around his shoulder. “I’m thinking Wellmax...” he stretches out his hand and moves it across their line of vision and Liam and Olivia laugh.

“That’s just a mixed up version of your name Max.” Hana said walking up.

“You just gotta chillax, like Drake over here.” He points at Drake.

“I’m not going to ‘chillax’” Drake said with a scowl.

“Sometimes, the people who deny the chillax, are the ones who need to chillax the most.” Maxwell commented while dragging Riley who dragged him out into the dance floor while they all danced to Conò by Jason Derulo.

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30 minutes later...

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVEEE!” Maxwell protested as Liam dragged him out of the pub.

“Nope, too much alcohol for you today bud. It’s time to go home.” Liam responded, placing him in the SUV.

“Weeeeee!!!” Riley squealed while Bastien rolls her into the back seat next to Drake while Maxwell is at his other said and the others make their way into the car.

“dRake. My MANZ. How whus the NIGHT, we got LIT.” Maxwell clapped his shoulder and Riley snorts.

“Yeahhhh lets get you two back to the palace...” Drake responded and Riley plants a sloppy kiss on his cheek and falls asleep on his shoulder.

“Daumn, that looks comfy.” Maxwell said, imitating Riley and Drake sighs in frustration. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Liam snap a picture.

“Hey!” Drake exclaims while Hana, Olivia, Liam, and even Bastien try to hold in their laughter and Drake just shakes his head.

“You are all insufferable...” Drake mumbles loud enough for them to hear it.

“Yeah but you love us anyways” Liam said batting his eyes at him dramatically and they all laugh.

“Yeah. I guess I do.” Drake answers looking down at Riley and kissing the top of her head and mouths ‘I love you’ keeping his mouth there. He feels a wave of exhaustion flow over him and in a matter of minutes he’s asleep with his head resting on Riley’s and Maxwell’s snoring completing the scene.

“Well aren’t they adorable.” Olivia sates with a smile.

And with the 3 drunk baby acting adults, they drive home, only to do it again the next time...

Thank you for reading! -💖Sol

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am-imagines · 5 years

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Got Moves. - Alex Morgan Imagine.

Requested by an anon: his kinda sounded better in my head buttt, could you do one where Alex and the reader are dating and the reader and the younger girls go out to the club while everyone else stays at the hotel for a chill day. And then the girls get really drunk that the reader starts dancing/twerking at the club and no one knew she could dance like that and posted it to social media. And they don’t remember what happened the next day. so then when the team reunites the next day, they tease the reader

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” You ask Alex.

The team is getting ready for a fun evening, but while you and some of the youngsters want to go clubbing, the rest are happy to stay behind and have some pool fun. It’s been some time since you had a drink, and even longer from the last time you had a chance to properly dance.

In all honesty, the team has never seen your moves. In a way, you’re grateful for that. No one knows what they would do with that intel, but you’re pretty sure the teasing would be endless. Maybe they would try to start some sort of competition between Sonnett and you. Not trying to brag but, you would win without a doubt.

“I’m sure. Have fun, okay? Don’t let them break the law.”

You chuckle at her words and nod.

Even when you’re missing her already, you understand she needs some time for herself after dealing with people day in and day out. As much as she’d like to have some privacy in town, she’s Alex Morgan; everyone wants a piece of her.

Media is exhausting as it is, and you’re not gonna ask her to sacrifice the little free time you have just for a drink.

“I’ll try my best.”

There’s a smile on your lips when you lean down to kiss her. Her arms wrap around your neck as she brings you closer. Truthfully, you could do that all day long. And you would; if Rose and Mal hadn’t convinced you to go with them. O’Hara doesn’t count like an adult when alcohol is involved. She would drink her way around a concussion if left unsupervised.

“Y/N! You coming?”

Lavelle’s voice breaks the spell. You pull back reluctantly much to Alex’s amusement. The fact she wants you to have fun doesn’t mean she won’t try to keep you there as long as possible. So, she kisses you again until you forget about the girls.

“Y/L!”

“Go,” Alex says this time. “You don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, leaning down to steal another kiss.

“Oh my God. Y/L! You and Janice can make up for this hard separation with sex when we get back. Now, hurry up! The car is here.”

With a sigh, you let Alex go as she chuckles with that mischievous glint in her eyes. That woman drives you crazy in all the right ways; unlike Kelley.

“Real classy, O’Hara!” You shout over your shoulder. “Have you ever heard of love?”

“I have, but that doesn’t mean our face holes are attached together all the damn time.”

You shake your head at that. There’s no way to win with an impatient Kelley. You should’ve known, but when you kiss Alex, it’s easy to forget everything else.

“Love you,” you mouth to Alex while you’re dragged away by a bunch of teenagers.

By the time you make it to the car, you start wondering if their ID’s are fake.

***

The club is packed, but there’s always space for the USWNT. They make space in a private area where the girls and you can do almost anything you want. You claim a corner of the dance club with a drink in hand, that’s enough for the fun to start.

The neon lights flash along with the music, and you follow the girls as they “dance”.

You’re basically jumping on the spot while moving your arms around; barely ducking in time before Sam wacks you in the face. It’s fun even when their rhythm sucks. Someone puts another drink on your hand as you keep fooling around. You enjoy the moment among the younglings of the team, and wonder if this is how it feels to be a parent.

The songs blend together, but at some point the beat drops. You can feel the bass in every single atom of your body, and you smirk.

The beat calls you with its sensuality, and before you know it, your body moves on its own accord. You wish Alex would be there. You would guide her back to your booth and give her a lap dance she couldn’t forget.

You would tease her with the dangerous move of your hips as you flow with the wavelength of the music around you. It fills your body with a different kind of energy; provocative by nature. It feeds your primal side, and you simply don’t have to think.

Your hips sway with that instinct as if luring a prey that isn’t there. The bass leads the way until you’re fully immersed in that moment; going down while your shoulders invite to the touch that won’t come.

It’s such a pity Alex decided to stay at the hotel. She would have liked this song.

Who knows? Maybe you could have convinced her to ditch the girls and go back to your shared room. Instead, you’re doing shots with Kelley until she’s wasted.

She’s laughing uncontrollably; trying to get into the table for God knows what reason.

Rose, Mal and Sam are on their phones, talking among themselves about something you can’t hear above the music. They don’t even notice when you approach, and that seems like a good time as any to call it a night.

Only then you realize you’re phone is nowhere to be seen. Thinking about it, you didn’t have it with you leaving the hotel. It’s probably forgotten somewhere in your room, and you blame Kelley for that. Yes, technically you were too busy kissing Alex to even think about the damn phone. But maybe you would have remembered if O’Hara wasn’t rushing you so damn much.

“Lavelle, can you call an Uber?”

“On it,” she says without looking at you.

“Damn, Y/n! You got moves! Can you teach me some of those?” Mal asks.

“Maybe next time,” you answer with a smirk.

“Oh, I bet certain forward would really really like to see them,” Kelley adds before winking with both eyes.

Totally wasted.

“O’Hara?”

“What?”

“Shut the hell up.”

***

You wake up groggy the next morning; not hungover but you’ve definitely had better days.

Alex is nowhere to be seen, but she left a note telling you she’ll see you at breakfast. You groan after reading it, and cuddle into her pillow for five more minutes. This would be the perfect time to cuddle with her instead of the pillow, but that can’t really happen now.

You leave bed, shower and change before starting a hunt for coffee, love, and food in that specific order. The slight headache reminds you exactly why you don’t drink that much anymore.

Everyone turns their attention to you as soon as you enter and you wonder what’s going on as you shamelessly sit down on Alex’s lap. She’s your girlfriend, she’s offering you a steaming cup of coffee, and they can suck it.

It’s not like Kelley is going to move when she’s slumped all over the table; probably half dead. And you’re not going to sit on Tobin’s; Press would probably try to murder you.

“Did I miss something?” You ask when the team keeps giving you weird looks.

“Oh, God. She doesn’t remember,” Rose mutters into her orange juice.

“Remember what?”

“Yesterday we went to a club.”

That’s extremely unhelpful and you roll your eyes at that. You turn to face Alex, but she won’t meet your eye. Oh, now you really want to know what’s happening if it makes Alex fucking Morgan act like that.

“Yeah, I know. I remember Sam almost gave me a black eye while we had to drag Kelley away from the table. Her dancing is not the kind that should be broadcast.”

Alex looks up at that; eyes darker than they were a moment ago. Interesting.

The girls laugh at your comment but still, you’re even more confused. Apparently, there’s something you can’t remember even when the night is clear on your head.

“Have you checked your Insta?” Christen finally throws you a bone.

“I don’t know where’ my phone is.”

After a soft kiss, Alex lets you borrow hers to check your mentions and sure enough; there’s a vid of a very specific dance you remember. What you can’t recall is; the exact moment they started recording.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that,” Sonnett chimes.

“Yeah, no offense, but that was the point.”

You poke Kelley’s side but she doesn’t react until the fifth time.

“What do you want?”

“Why the fuck did you record me?”

“Al deserved to see it.”

“You ever heard of DM’s?”

“With the way you hog each other in public, I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

You don’t have a comeback for that so you solely wait until Kelley is dozing off again before pouring half a glass of ice cold water into her head.

“What the hell?” She shouts jerking awake just to glare at you.

“I hate you.”

“No, you fucking don’t.”

“Shows us the moves, Y/n!” Ash interrupts your staring contest with Kel.

“Sorry, those are reserved for number thirteen only.”

“Do I get to see them now?” Alex whispers.

So, that’s it. You knew she would have liked that dance. And you don’t mind putting on a very private show for her. However, it wouldn’t be good for your reputation to give on so easily.

“Tell you what, win the scrimmage today and I’ll see what I can do.”

Appealing to Alex’s competitiveness is like playing with fire, but you plan to burn.

“Game on.”

“You two are seriously disgusting.”

“O’Hara?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll shut the hell up.”

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ryuuug · 3 years

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for @ughyeju, bc valentine’s day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Their first kiss happens at a wedding.

"One of my mom's friends' kids is getting married," Hyeju had announced about two weeks prior, and he didn't miss the way she spat the words like they personally offended her. Knowing how Mrs. Kim liked to gripe about marriage—and how her daughter absolutely-certainly-definitely must get married—that probably wasn't too far off.

So he tells her, "Yeah, okay," digging into his meal with a reminder that she shouldn't have bothered to wine and dine him for a favor, because he knew exactly what she was asking, and he did commit himself to playing her fake boyfriend. "I'll go with you."

That's how he finds himself mildly—just mildly—shitfaced at a grand reception, doing his damnedest not to hurl all over the ballroom floor and make a massive fool himself. It doesn't help that Ryuu's a new face, and people—especially people that ran in the same circles as Mrs. Kim—lived to poke and prod at new faces, like rabid hyenas prowling for meat. (For once, he's actually scared of Mrs. Kim saying he's so cute shecouldeathimrightup). He's waving off an offered conversation and champagne flute for the umpteenth time when he finally spots Hyeju, marching past a throng of whispering onlookers, looking positively—

Livid.

Oh.

And he would have asked her what happened, held her hand as she walked him through it, maybe talked her into getting some fresh air in the gardens—because god knew how badly he needed a breather, too—but he doesn't have much time to talk when she hoists him by the lapels of his tux and says, "I'm going to kiss you," like a declaration, and—well, he can't say no, because who was he, really, to deny her anything?

He just wanted to cheer her up.

"Yeah, okay."

The last thing he sees is the glassy gleam in her eyes and her wine-stained lips parting, ever so slightly, to touch with his own. It's not even an actual kiss; just a quick, full-mouthed peck—but it has him blank-struck and flushed from the neck up, face hovering mere inches from her own, staring. He can feel her breath on his skin, on his nose, and—he just. Licks at his bottom lip, thinks of how nice she had tasted, like fruit and wine and just—nice.

But then he feels sick again, and he—he at least has half the mind to clap a hand over his mouth and grab her by the wrists, tugging her to the nearest washroom to give up and empty his stomach into a toilet bowl.

"That was smart of you," Hyeju says from her spot in front of the minibar, rifling through its contents. "Now everyone thinks we got all hot and handsy in the toilets."

From the bed, beneath the covers, he pumps a fist in silent celebration—yay! But then he thinks...

"Hey," Ryuu pushes himself up on his elbows. "Just so you know, it wasn't kissing you that made me sick."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I just had one too many drinks. You know I'm bad with alcohol," that makes her laugh a little, and it puts him at ease. Still, he considers his next words carefully, rolling them around in his head, his mouth. "I—think you're really cute, Hyeju, so. Please don't think that."

She snorts in response. "Okay, Ryuu-chan," and he wonders, briefly, when he started to become so conscious of the way her hair cascaded past her shoulders, or how her dress flowed along the curve of her hips, swaying with each movement. He shakes himself internally. "Thanks."

"Um, okay," Get your head out of the fucking gutter, Aoyama, what the fuck. "Good night."

He kisses her all the time in front of her mom.

Mostly on the forehead, because it's easy to reach, but his favorite, by far, has to be that one time he kissed Hyeju on the cheek, and Mrs. Kim just dropped whatever it was in her hands in surprise.

Their little spectacles have Mrs. Kim gasping every time, and Ryuu, ever the charming, blushing boyfriend, always, always goes, "Oh, Mrs. Kim, I didn't see you there!" pretending to be the loving, chaste man she'd always wanted for her daughter—and Mrs. Kim loves it.

He plays it so damn well they eventually invite him to spend Chuseok with the rest of the family, just like Hyeju had warned him, and so it evolves into, "They're going to start expecting you for every holiday."

"That's not so bad, is it?" he holds her close as they lean against the door, highly suspecting Mrs. Kim to be listening in from the other side. Ryuu ducks to press a loud, smacking kiss to Hyeju's pursed lips, biting down his laughter when he hears fumbling outside. Gotcha. "I really don’t mind."

Hyeju asks him, "Ryuu-chan, do you want to sleep with me?" and it's so—it's so out of left field, so fucking out there and his mind goes wack and his heart threatens to burst right out of his fucking chest. Holy shit. Holy. Shit. Whatthefuck.

He was not expecting that.

"What—no," Ryuu blurts out, and it's only when her eyes go blank and her mouth turns tight that he realizes how that must have sounded, and he hurries to correct himself. "Um, what I meant was—"

Not that Hyeju gives him a chance to explain, because immediately she's pulling away from the couch, trying not to look like she'd been burned (and failing miserably). "Oh, no, it's fine. I mean, like, I was offering, but—I get it," and then she shrugs. "Good night."

She doesn't bring it up again. Which should have been good—great, even, but somehow—

Somehow it's just worse.

He still feels bad, like, really really embarrassed and gutted by the whole thing, because that's not—that's not what he had meant to say at all, she just...caught him off guard? Who even asks other people if they want to sleep with them?

(Kim Hyeju, apparently, does that. God. She's just—too much. Sometimes.)

It muddles their dynamic, too. Bad enough to make Mrs. Kim worried that they might break up, after years of being convinced that he and Hyeju were endgame. Like, nudge-nudge-wink-wink, when-are-you-two-going-to-marry-and-give-me-grandchildren type of convinced. Ryuu knows he's messing it up—if him flinching whenever Hyeju so much as brushes fingers with him wasn't telling enough—which is why he excuses himself "to get some fresh air."

It's code for "we need to talk," and this might be the first time ever that he's used it with Hyeju.

He whirls on her as soon as they're out of her mother's sight. "Look, Hyeju, I—" he stuffs his hands into his pockets, feeling cold and clammy. God, was he literally shaking in his boots right now? "I just—I need you to know that I—you just—I was just surprised, when you asked me last time, but I—"

And then he has to stop, really, because he can feel his heart hammering in his ribcage, and he wants to look at Hyeju—properly, this time, after days of being unable to meet her eyes. His shadow is blocking nearly half of her face, but the light that hits her brings out the brown of her irises, the pink of her lips, and—god, she's really pretty, yes, yes, of course, he would definitely sleep with her, why would she even have to ask—

"Consent is pretty damn important, Ryuu-chan," Hyeju scolds, but there's no bite in her tone, not at all, not when he can see the laughter in her eyes and the tremble of her mouth.

He said that out loud, huh?

"Yeah, you did," she sounds way too smug all of a sudden, and he would have said something in retort if she hadn't stood on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. His mind goes blank. "Ready to head back inside?"

To which he nods, dumbly, silently, and this time she leads with her hands wrapped around his. Mrs. Kim is visibly pleased by this, smiling big enough for Ryuu to wonder if her cheeks didn't hurt from it, but he doesn't mind when he gets to touch Hyeju again without recoiling or feeling awkward.

(There's a spark of something else, too, something entirely different, but he doesn't have the courage—or clarity of mind—to name what it is.)

(Not yet, anyway.)

#.misc #@hyeju #anais in my chat talking about valentine's and i'm just #she has no idea what i have i have in store >:)#might fuck around and mess up the timeline......even i confused myself writing this sksksks #EDITED as of 02/16 :) i can never settle with any of my posts gdi

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