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simpsiren · 3 years

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description. you and your coworkers were intensely shocked and sent into an uproar when a large group of idols suddenly came in.

genre. is there even one?? MAMA 2020 AU I GUESS

warnings. nonee

a/n. i dont even know where to start cudndn i just thought it would be funny to vision how it was like when nct went to mcdonalds it’s not the best idea ever but i just wanted to write about it HAHAHA enjoy!! :D

Me working part time on a Sunday night went as per usual. Being a cashier at McDonalds couldn’t be any more easier. Well, except for unsatisfied customers and what not, but those were rarely seen at the McDonalds I worked at.

However, I got to know that today was a special day.

“We’re so lucky!” I heard my coworker and also the only friend I have while working, Julie, cried out with her face lit with excitement. I questioned her sudden thrilling attitude with a, “Exactly why are we lucky?”

Julie took in a deep breath. “MAMA 2020 is tonight and the venue is nearby!” She announced, hopping a little in her spot.

I still have yet to understand what she meant. I kept silent and stared at her to urge her to explain further. Julie groaned and shook her head while placing a hand on her forehead.

“It means that we get to see the MAMA participants passing through.” Julie leaned her hip against the edge of the counter where she would hand out the ready made meals.

It took my awhile to process what she said. With the use of my background knowledge, which is mainly Julie blabbering into my ear as well as what she posts often on her social media, I realised that what she meant was that we would be able to see K-pop idols going past to reach the venue of the awards show. I gaped my mouth open and let out an, “Ah...” while I nodded my head in affirmation.

“Wait but you won’t even be able to see them they’ll be in cars.” I added on, tilting my head with furrowed eyebrows as I gave it more thought.

What I said made Julie let out a disappointing sigh and frown. I patted her back when I looked behind to see my other coworker in the back wanting to hand the ready made food to Julie, signalling her with a jerk of my head.

“You think you’ll meet them? In your dreams, Julie.” I let out before attending to the next customer and getting their order.

After awhile, the place slowly got less crowded except for some groups of teenagers who apparently dont go home and could stay till very late.

I thought it was a pretty good time to take out the trash and asked Julie to fill in for me while I did so.

I brought out the bags of trash out of the store and to the parking lot where the large dustbins are at. I then narrowed my eyes and raised an eyebrow in suspicion as I got a clear look of the parking lot.

“Why the fuck are there a bunch of cars here? And people...” I muttered to myself under my breath as I looked at the people standing beside the cars. They look like regular people who were freezing to death due to the cold season of December till a few people step out of the cars wearing suits. I couldn’t exactly identify their faces but they seemed to be people of high class. Very high class.

I could only imagine what the people outside those cars feel like. It already looked extremely cramped due to the numbers of cars parked in the somewhat small parking lot. And they seemed like they needed to stay outside due to the people in the car. I wondered for a moment who could be so important in those cars that they couldn’t take turns being in and out of the car.

I shook my head in disbelief, wondering why I’m digging so much into a situation I wasn’t in. I quickly went back, not wanting Julie to ask me why I was out for such a long time.

“We’re open for 24 hours but the only people who seem to be coming in at 3AM are random teenagers who look like they got nowhere else to go.” Julie commented as I took my place back behind the register.

I exhaled sharply, puffing my chest out for a moment while I looked out to the wide windows of the restaurant that only showed me a dark blank sky. “At least we’ll still get paid without doing much work.” I mumbled as I leaned against the counter with my elbow and placing my chin on my palm.

I was casually scrolling through Instagram and Twitter while Julie was playing some kind of mobile game when I heard the bell above the door rang, signalling that someone came into the shop. I didn’t bother looking up to see who it was yet, since I was in the middle of reading an article.

What caught my attention suddenly though was the fact that I didn’t hear only one set of footsteps. I heard a bunch. Like a large group of people coming in one at a time with the bell constantly ringing as more people came in.

Getting irritated by the noise of the bell, I looked up from my phone with an annoyed huff. “What can I get for you-“

I couldn’t complete my sentence as I saw what was in front of me. I blinked my eyes rapidly in awe and tilted my head. They could probably tell I was either in shock or fear (or maybe both) when I heard the guy nearest to the counter said, “We’re sorry to shock you but-“

I placed a hand in front of me to signal him to stop talking as I suddenly heard a ruckus suddenly happening behind me. I turned around and raised both my eyebrows. What happened really added more to the shock and terror I was feeling. I could tell that my other coworkers are radiating the same energy.

“Why did Julie faint?!” My coworker shouted. As my coworkers were trying to see if Julie was alive, one of them turned to me with eyes of worrisome and said, “You go handle those customers.” I heard him say faintly as his voice was overpowered by the bunch of men chattering in the background.

I nodded my head furiously. I was concerned for Julie yet I knew we had to attend to whoever these people were. I took a deep breath before turning around to meet the eyes of the many... attractive men ahead of me. As I got a closer look of each one of them, my jaw practically dropped to the floor. They’re stunning, was I could think about.

“We’re stunning, we know.” Did he just read my mind or- My thoughts got cut off as I looked up to meet the eyes of a very tall man who had shoulder length blonde hair. I shivered at the amount of height difference between me and him. “Johnny can you please be humble I swear.”

“I mean it’s true.” The Johnny guy shrugged nonchalantly and folded his arms, turning to me and cocking up an eyebrow. One of them hits his chest, making him wince and glaring at the man. “I’m really sorry there’s 23 of us here and it might sound crazy but we need you to prepare 23 meals.”

I scoffed in amusement at his words as I looked away from the 23 men in front of me for a moment. “There’s no way...” I muttered as I scanned my eyes across the room, looking at each one of their faces.

“We’re NCT. You don’t know us?” Another guy came up to me. At this point, the amount of shock I felt couldn’t possibly be described with words. First it was because of the large number of attractive men in suits suddenly came in and now I just got to know that they’re the idols from MAMA 2020 that Julie was talking about. I guess that explained why she fainted. I could barely respond to any of their questions or comments.

I started to grow annoyed at the amount of chattering that was happening all at once. It felt overwhelming and it seriously stressed me out. As much as I like how suddenly a group of popular idols came in, the place couldn’t get any more chaotic.

“Okay whoever you are, please tell them to be quiet I can’t take your orders like this.” I said to the same guy who was nearest to me. He brought his head down slightly as an apology. “I’m really sorry o behave of them. I’m Taeyong by the way.” I nodded with a reluctant smile as I watched him turn around to get his members to quieten down.

I waited as Taeyong gets the orders of his members one by one. I assumed he was the leader of this NCT idol group since he seemed to be one that looks like he’s in charge and the most responsible. After literally 30 minutes of constant discussions and arguments that I honestly had fun watching since I felt that they were just being crackheads have passed that he finally came up to me with a piece of paper.

I took a look at it as exhaled sharply at the long list of very specific orders that me and my coworkers had to make. I glanced to the back, seeing Julie still unconscious while sitting on a chair with my coworkers surrounding her.

“Uh this might take awhile.” I turned my head back to the front and looked down at the piece of paper. “Just be quick. We need to get back to our cars soon.” My eyebrows furrowed at his words. “Wait so it was your cars at the parking lot?” Taeyong nodded his head furiously before giving me a bright smile. I blow out the air in my cheeks before telling him to be seated with his other members and going over to my coworkers.

“Alright. We have the orders. There’s plenty, and they’re specific. It’s going to get hectic. But we need to finish this quick so we can rest for the night. Okay?”

My coworkers exchanged doubtful looks to each other but soon gave nods of confidence before looking at me with subtle smiles. I gave a bright smile before I clapped my hands once. “Let’s get to work then.”

With that, everyone set out to do their separate jobs to get the meals done. One by one, the completed meals began to stack up quickly. Though I was only a cashier, I tried my best to help them out with small favours and also arranging the meals on top of the counter.

As I placed one of the meals on the counters, I took a look at what they were doing. I was definitely stunned by how many tables they filled. Some tables looked small due to the large physique of some of them.

“Here’s the drinks!” I turned around to see my coworkers carrying a bunch of drinks of various sizes. I quickly took it from him and placed it on the counter. I then grabbed the sheet of paper with the orders and checked the readied meals one by one. Luckily, there were only five meals left and there aren’t any mistakes in the completed ones.

I shouted to my coworkers in the back that they only had five meals left to do. I smiled to myself as I heard the cheers of my coworkers that encouraged each other to finish their work once and for all.

“Also just a warning.” I turned my body around quickly as I heard a voice. “What?” I asked, a hint of nervousness showed in my tone as I thought of the fact that they might be asking for more meals. “Um Taeyong told me to tell you that there might be another group coming in since they had to wait in the parking lot in cars like us and are probably hungry.”

“You got to be fucking kidding me-”

“Hey hey no swearing in front of Jisung. He’s still a baby.” Another man appeared behind him as he swung his arm over his shoulders.

“I’m not a kid anymore, Jaehyun.” The smaller figured man said, ending with a ‘tsk’ and a glare.

I could only raise an eyebrow at the interaction in front of me but felt a burden starting to rise in me as I thought of what he said. Another idol group? As large as them? My coworkers could literally faint. I turned around to see if Julie had awaken. She was standing up with both her hands covering her mouth.

“It’s NCT!” Julie shouted, pointing her index finger to the group of men sitting on the tables. “At least she knows us.” One of them said.

“Oh my god Haechan just talked to me! Holy shit!” Julie jumped in her spot while I raised my eyebrows in amusement. “Can I get Jaehyun’s signature, please?”

“Julie. Go help the others in the back first.” I told her with a stern tone. Julie suddenly grew quiet with a pout appearing on her lips as she turned to the back and started helping out.

Soon, all the orders have finally been completed. I looked through to check for errors one last time before calling them out. Taeyong came up and handed me his credit card. It was expensive but I wasn’t surprised since they’re idols and of course they’re rich.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for putting you and your coworkers through this.” He said as he carried some of the bags while he called out a few others to carry the rest. “Yeah, yeah..” I whispered softly under my breath, just wanting all this chaos to end.

“Wait I need Jaehyun’s signature!” Julie shouted. Jaehyun turned around and gave her a bright smile to her direction. I swore I’ve never seen her this happy But clearly you be this excited when an unreal situation by having your idols show up at your workplace becomes true,

Jaehyun walked up to Julie who had a pen and paper in her hand. “What’s your name?” He asked. “Kim Julie. Shit you’re so good looking up close.” Julie said with her hand covering her mouth again while Jaehyun signed on the paper she gave. Jaehyun chuckled as he completed signing and gave the paper back to her. She placed it against her chest and bowed her head down and thanking him profusely. Jaehyun gave a smile one last time before joining back to his groups.

I looked to see why they have yet to leave. I swear I was desperate for some air to breathe due to how crowded it was. I realised that Taeyong as counting the number of members before heading off. It made sense since I could only imagine how hard it is to keep track of twenty three members. It’s like a teacher taking his class on a trip.

“Nineteen, twenty... Wait where’s Lucas and Doyoung?!” I heard Taeyong shout to his members. The other started looking around with looks of anxiousness in their eyes. “Uh Doyoung’s here.” I couldn’t spot who said that but as soon as the members gave space. I see a guy who looked extremely weirded out at where he was. “Wait aren’t you from Treasure-”

“Where’s your leader?”

“Guys Lucas is here.” I turned my head to where the toilet was to see a guy pulling the other by the collar while he shouts in defense to let him go. When the two finally got back to the group, the others looked at him with a suspicious look. “What were you doing in the toilet the whole time?”

“Uh a VLive..?” Lucas raised his both shoulders. “In the toilet? My god.”

“Okay okay! I got a call from our manager he said we won an award! We need to get going!”

“What about Doyoung?”

“Which one?”

“The one from Treasure. I don’t even know how he ended up here.”

Taeyong walked up the guy and placed both hands on his shoulders. “I’ll tell your leader that you’re here to come pick you up, okay?” He nodded and took a seat one.

While one of them opened the door to finally get out, all of the let out gasps of shock and instantly took a bow to whoever was outside.I could hear them exchanging ‘Hello’s while the people outside made way to allow them to come in. I seriously felt like fainting when I see another large group of people walking in.

“Doyoung you’re here!” Doyoung stood up to greet his members while one of them went up to me. “We need you to prepare 12 meals, please.”

I’m really going to snap someone’s neck.

#nct #nct 2020 #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct ff #nct fluff #nct imagine #nct scenarios #nct angst #nct blurbs

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fredweesleyismyslut · 4 years

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Why Can’t I Have Both? Spencer Reid x reader

A/N: I got bored and instead of doing Spanish homework guess what I’m doing? You guessed it writing fanfic about Spencer Reid because he’s my baby and I literally love him. Anyways, let me stop fangirling so you can enjoy. Also, whoever’s reading this I love you and I hope you have a great day/night whatever the heck it is just know that it’s alright and it’ll be fine. Now, bye because I seriously have to sleep so I can make my friend his birthday present.

You and the team had recently gotten back from a job as you set you things down at your desk. As you were writing your paperwork, you noticed a couple of the early goers leaving Rossi and Spencer, currently your ex-boyfriend whom you were still friends with and still madly in love with. Then, left Garcia, Emily, and JJ as they waved bye to you. Last to leave was Derek who usually finished way after you, “Wow, you got somewhere to be, Derek? You finished up so quickly I almost thought we had an imposter. Give us back our chocolate thunderrrrr!” You jokingly shouted as you slapped his shoulder as he responded, “Yeah, Yeah. Don’t get used to it, I’m meeting up with a couple of friends tonight.” Nodding you waved your hand to him before going back to your paperwork. Looking at the time, you stretched, joints popping as the air-popped from them. Yawning you started to put things up, deciding that you would just finish it up in the morning and have JJ or Emily help you if needed. Leaving the work you waved at a couple of the people before getting onto the elevator as your phone dinged, Hey, you finished yet? The text read, from JJ, replying back you chuckled to yourself, Yeah, I finished most of it but I’m beat for tonight. Why? The reply came back almost instantaneously, Nothing just curious… You read it again, “What does she mean?” you said to yourself out loud, before forgetting about it moments later as you got into your car to head home. Once at your apartment, you pulled your keys out, unlocking the door as you heard the satisfying click, ready to toss everything onto the floor and pass out. As the door opened, the lights turned on as you heard a simultaneous, “SURPRISE!” Looking up, as you finally got over your shock you saw your team members, all with party hats on and a cake held by Penelope in the middle, as confetti fell in front of you. Scanning the room you saw Spencer, as tears flooded your eyes. Running out you ran to the elevator, trying to get the thing to hurry up.

As the elevator doors opened you heard footsteps behind you as the door to your apartment closed. “Sorry, maybe we shouldn’t have done that, today’s case was pretty rough,” said Spencer’s all too familiar voice. A hand touched your shoulder as you quickly wiped your oncoming tears, “It’s not that…” you responded, voice raspy from trying to hold the tears and emotion that kept welling up, “I just wanted to have a quiet birthday this year...especially after we-we broke up.” Looking up at him, your voice broke as you continued, shoulders shaking, “I-I can’t do this anymore Spence.” His face contorted with confusion, “Do what?” He fumbled with his hands slightly, clearly not sure what to do with them and how to comfort you. “I still love you, you idiot. I honestly don’t know how someone so smart can be so stupid sometimes.” you laughed at yourself a little as you stared at the ground, picking at the skin of your nails, “I’m trying so, so hard to keep my feelings in check so you don’t feel uncomfortable and when you do things like this..” you waved your hands around, “it makes it so much harder to not love you. Now each year for my birthday, all I’ll think about is this Spence, and you won’t be there.” Finally cracking under the pressure you choked back a sob as the tears came rolling down your cheeks. You watched as Spencer’s shoes came into view of your blurry vision, his finger swiped under your eye as he pulled you closer, “I will be here, y/n. We all will. We love you...I love you, y/n.” He gently pulled your chin up to face his deep gaze, full of worry, “I’ll always be here for you. I just...You know why we broke up, y/n.” his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, “I don’t want to hold you back. You want to work somewhere else and I don’t want to be the reason you stay at the BAU and not reach your dreams.” Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as he watched you sob harder, “But why can’t I have both, Spence? I don’t want the job if it means I can’t be happy with you.” You choked as you buried your face in his chest, “You think that you’re doing this because you care for me but in reality you just don’t want me to get hurt, worrying about you every night thinking maybe an unsub finally caught up to you guys.” You hit his chest softly, “In reality, you’re just selfish, Spencer. I don’t care if I have to stay up till 3am every night if it means I can sleep in the same bed as you as you tell me random things. I don’t care about anything as long as it means I can hear your voice, your laugh, or see the face you make when you’re thinking about something. As long as I can be with you every living moment, then I don’t care, Spence because I’m seriously in love with you.” His grip tightened on your shoulders as the tears fell from his cheeks, he opened his mouth to say something but words didn’t come out as he looked you in the eyes and leaned closer, breath tickling your cheeks as he softly kissed your lips. His lips were slightly chapped as they usually were because chapstick was the last thing on his mind and you usually reminded him. His eyelashes fluttered as he met your gaze, “I-I love you, y/n y/l/n. I’m seriously, deeply in love with you, and every moment I get to breathe in the same space as you is like heaven to me.” His hand grazed your cheek as his thumb and forefinger pulled your chin up, “If you would, then I’d like to formally request to be your boyfriend, y/n.” You smiled softly, as you kissed his cheek, “If that’s the case then you’ll have to give me a written request in MLA font with an intro and conclusion, Spence. I’m going to need a whole ass contract so you don’t try to run away from me for my own good.” He laughed as you linked your arm in his, “Let’s go enjoy my birthday.”

Stopping at the door you looked at him, “Pull some shit like breaking up with me to not hold me back again and I’ll formally kick your ass, got it?” He nodded, kissing your forehead, promising “Never again.” As you walked in “Whoo” ing sounds insured as Penelope shouted out, “Our favorite work couple is back together! Guys, I’m so happy for you.” “You guys heard everything?” you asked, as Emily came around with slices of cake, “Well...most of it if you mean from the part where you confessed your undying love for boy wonder here and till you walked in...then, yes we heard everything.” You laughed at Penelope’s response as the team crowded around, all giving you hugs and birthday wishes. “You really need to keep that one, Spencer, she’s a keeper,” said David, to Spencer, before walking up to you and giving you a hug as well. The night couldn’t have gotten any better as you chatted with your friends and what do you know, Spencer actually did write a 1,000-word essay with an intro and conclusion formally asking you to dinner that weekend, wouldn’t expect anything less from the boy genius.

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astralhugs · 4 years

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RFA with an MC who doesn’t sleep because she’s on her phone too much

There are two types of people in this world, one who goes on their gadgets too much and the other, liars.

Enjoy~! Sorry I didn’t post last week D:

requests open~

YOOSUNG

* okay aside his gaming addiction, this boy rarely goes on social media.

* Probably has a facebook account just to login to LOLOL easier or sumn.

* Would usually use his phone for cooking recipes and lolol

* But you were the opposite

* You were on the phone 24/7.

* When he’s asleep, you’re on your phone.

* You’re at a theatre with him? You’re on your phone.

* At first he was just doing some positive thinking like, “Oh, maybe she has work or something.”

* But then when you guys went to bed a bit late, you promise you’d go to bed right away.

* Woo its 3AM and you’re up.

* On your phone

* And guess who caught you.

* Dearest Kim Yoosung.

* “Mc, sleep. Going on your phone too much will damage your eyes.” he worriedly said.

* You pout but then he gave you those darn puppy eyes and you cant say no?????

* In the end you gave up and slept

* It honestly felt good.

* Yoosung tells you about how he feels like he’s being ignored whenever you’re on your phone too long.

* “I’m not saying to not go on your phone, but um...its not good to go on it too long, you know?” he says.

BONUS :

* To my lovely readers who are students, Yoosung has something to say to you~ (will be doing this for the whole RFA mwah)

* “Hiii!! Its Yoosung~~ I love you so much but please don’t go on your phone too much! You should study hard but also take breaks, not only study breaks but breaks from your phone as well, I’m a student as well so I get you TT, if you go on your phone less I’ll kiss you~ hehe, i love you stay safe~”

ZEN

* FIRST OF ALL

* HES JEALOUS OF THE PHONE RIGHT NOW

* SECOND

* He never really realized because of practice and stuff until he saw that you were up???

* Watching netflix???

* On your phone???

* WHYS THE BRIGHTNESS SO HIGH OMG THE RADIATION

* “MC.” he grabs the phone gently, surprisingly you didn’t say anything to him. He then realized you were asleep.

* He was wondering how long you’ve been doing this.

* The next day he’d definitely ask you about it though.

* You’d explain your reason and stuff.

* “I understand but staying up until 3AM? Babe, do you know how bad the radiation from your phone is to your face?” he asks.

* Would try to make you go to sleep early with him.

* ‘No phone hour’ is set one hour before you both go to sleep.

* You both would just chat and have fun like maybe doing facemasks together and doing each others hair and such.

* Loves the attention he’s getting from you whenever you’re not on your phone.

BONUS :

* “Hey babe! Is it very late at your place? If yes then WHY ARE YOU STILL UP? LIKE I SAID ABOVE, DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD RADIATION IS FOR YOUR SKIN????? If its morning and you’re still in bed, get up and do some exercises! I would do some with you but I have practice, you know lying in bed all day isn’t healthy so you should try doing some stretches to keep your body healthy during all of this pandemic thing. I hope you take care, see you soon, love you, mwah<3”

JAEHEE

* Stays up till 3AM

* Doesnt really mind

* She got coffee for both of you.

* You’re answering guest emails (secretly watching netflix oop) while she’s doing all of Jumin’s piled up work.

* Zen’s at the back frustrated about how both of yall aren’t getting sleep.

* But on Fridays, Jaehee and you would try to stay away from gadgets for at least an hour before bed.

* “MC, its almost 2 we should head to bed soon.”

* Its either her who reminds you about the time or the other way around.

* Yall got each others back its no problem lol

* But fr yall both seriously need sleep

* Who am I kidding its 11.42PM rn

* In the morning, she’d prepare coffee for both of you so yall good.

BONUS :

* “Hello MC, I hope you’re having a lovely day, I know that you‘re having trouble going to sleep and honestly, I can say the same, with all the piled work Mr. Han gave me, I’m suprised I’ve even gotten at least 3 hours of sleep, but please don’t be like me. Sleep is important, I’ll sleep right after you sleep, promise! Take care!”

JUMIN

* Its either he sleeps early as fuck or he doesnt sleep at all.

* Ya know being director of C&R tingz

* Anyways he sees that you’re still awake

* ‘I thought she finished replying to guests the other day?’ he thought to himself before entering her office

* Yes you have your own office in Jumin’s place, we been knew.

* “Darling, its almost 1AM why are you not asleep?” he asks worriedly.

* Well you explain it and if it was a stupid reason like about a series then he isn’t having any of your bullshit and takes you with him to bed.

* If it’s reasonable he’d understand but wouldn’t recommend you staying up at ungodly hours.

* Sometimes would see you popping up in chatrooms and he’s like??? tf???

* Would recommend you to see a doctor to see if there were any problems as to why you weren’t sleeping well.

* Would stay by your side when you’re in bed and is asleep.

* In the end, he’d definitely recommend you not to go on your phone half an hour before going to bed so thats that.

* TURNS ON SCREEN LIMIT ON YOUR PHONE.

BONUS :

* My love, is it late there? If it is, please get some sleep soon. I wish I could cuddle with you right now and help you go to sleep but I’m out of country. I hope the body guards are keeping you safe and I hope you’re staying indoors. My love, please wait for me, I love you.”

SEVEN

* OKAY

* FIRST OF ALL

* saeyoung ilysm

* BUT HE HAS NO RIGHT TO SCOLD YOU HERE

* HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE A SAY IN THIS

* MAN STAYS UP AT UNGODLY HOURS ALL THE TIME

* AND EATS AND BREATHES CHIPS AND PHD PEPPER

* HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO SCOLD YOU, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND

* nah he’d still scold you though.

* He doesn’t care if he stays up for 287373 hours

* But you????

* No.

* Its bed o’clock MC time for bed.

* Has robocat set up to put you to sleep.

* Like it would remind you to go to bed and once you’re in bed it would play some soft music.

* Sometimes, it would also play Seven talking like ASMR.

* If robocat sees you on your phone it would send a notif to Seven immediately so thats that.

* I still think hes not allowed to have a say in this.

* But wbk seven loves mc more than he loves himself :(

BONUS

* “drum roll!!!! ITS ME! Your lovely 707! MC! Why are you not asleep? I know, coming from me it sounds stupid but you should be sleeping because its not good for your health! I wish I could cuddle you some more but I’m on a mission right now! But don’t worry~! I’ll go back soon and we’ll cuddle alot! Stay safe and I love you!!”

THANK YOU FOR READING!! If you guys like this, I’ll try post V’s, Saeran’s and Vanderwoods :)

Requests are open please send some~!

Have a great week <3

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riotfuckery · 4 years

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Love takes some work

A/N: Hello it’s me, your neighborhood big tiddy goth gf and lowkey weeb. Uhhh I just want to thank all of you for reading this and I hope you enjoy my trash writing! Anyways, enjoy my Shinso fluff . Also shoutout to some but not limited to my fav writers to help me get inspired to write again after many years. Sending lots of love and good vibes to all of you @ikinabi @kiriwhore-sama @shinsouzone @adoringwords @birds-have-teeth @kingtamakimurder @meganshinsou-tm @trafalgar-temptress @queensynderella @lady-bakuhoe

Shinso Hitoshi was in love. Madly and irrecoverably in love. From your shiny (h/c) hair to the ugly cackle you have when you laugh at your friends antics. He loved everything about you with every fiber of his being. But life isn’t so kind as to give us what we want, we have to work for it.

His love for you started one late night in the common area of the dorms. He was up with his usual bout of insomnia and took a break from looking at memes on his phone to make himself a cup of tea in the kitchen. That’s where he found you waiting in the kitchen for the water to boil to make your own tea. You heard his footsteps and turned to face him.

“Hey Shinso, what are you doing up so late?” you asked softly, as to try not to wake anyone up but still loud enough for him to hear across the kitchen. You were dressed in a fluffy pair of cat pj pants and a oversized black plain shirt.

“I should be asking you the same question” he asked, his tone more gravelly than normal but not missing the sass.

“That’s fair, well I’m making a cup of tea since I can’t sleep, how about you?” You answer especially interested in hearing his response.

“I was actually about to do the same thing so I guess I’ll wait till you’re done so I can make mine” he said

“Well I put in enough water for two cups so come on over and pick your tea” you smiled at him while you turned to get your own choice of tea and mug.

He gave a you a shy smile and put a hand to the back of his neck before he walked till he was next to you. He chose a simple green tea with a cat mug and set it down on the counter next to yours.

“So what’s got you up so late?” You asked. Your lidded sleepy eyes and slightly messy hair from rolling around in bed made his heart beat a little faster than normal.

‘What the fuck? Why is she so cute? Also not hesitating to answer as well’. His mind was racing a million miles an hour but just pushed it off as being sleep deprived.

“Oh, ya know the usual bought of insomnia” he replied with a slight grin. You on the other hand were looking at him in the same way, little to his knowledge. The amethyst eyes that were excentuated by his seemingly permanent dark circles and even messier bedhead put you in a daze where you could only focus on him.

You snapped out of it quickly, much to your dismay when you realize you had to reply to him. “I feel that” you giggled quietly. “It’s actually nice having someone to talk to late at night instead of questioning my own sanity at 3am” you looked up at him with a gentle smile. Just then the electric tea kettle clicked off, signaling it’s done it’s job.

You gracefully grabbed the tea kettle with a hum, pouring Shinso and yourself water into the mugs. He said a small thanks and went to stir his own tea while you did the same. You were humming “everything stays” from adventure time while you put in your add ons.

Shinso was silent, quietly listening to your humming with a small genuine smile on his face. You stopped humming and turned to look at him shyly “hey uhm, if you don’t plan on going to bed immediately, do you wanna hang out for a bit?” You asked him, suddenly being painfully aware of how attractive he really is under the low lighting of the kitchen. You cursed yourself for being nervous and cursed the small blush you can feel on your cheeks while taking a sip from your tea to hopefully hide it.

Saying he was caught off guard was the best way to put it. He was hit with the tidal wave of realization that you, the cutest and kindest girl in class 1-A who didn’t hesitate to speak to him despite his quirk or his class wide announcement that he wasn’t here to make friends, just asked him to hang out?????

He hesitated for a moment, thinking it was some kind of prank or get at him to do a favor for you but when he looked at your shiny doe-like e/c eyes that held no bit of maliciousness or hate toward him, the walls that he put up to protect himself from getting getting hurt started to crumble.

Crack

“Sure if that’s alright with you” he responded in his signature deep and lazy tone. Your eyes twinkled for a moment and he swears he could hear the cracks the cracks in his walls getting bigger.

Crack crack

“Of course it is Shinso, I always thought you were really cool and you seem like a great person so I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to” you smiled up at him. His heart rate that had seemingly just calmed down came back with a vengeance. He was wondering if you could hear it from where you were.

He blushed at the comment and shyly put his hand on his neck once again. He was thankful you hadn’t called him out on it. You started to walk over to the common room couches and he followed. You plopped down then patted the space next to you on the couch with a playful smile.

It was from then on, your late night couch talks with tea and whatever dumb show on the lowest volume setting possible became special to him and you. You were always waiting in the kitchen with the kettle going when Shinso showed up. The more you talked the closer you became. He could practically hear and feel his walls crumbling down whenever you were around him.

Crack

It was soon that you exchanged numbers and even sooner that you considered each other best friends. Talking about everything to horror movies and tv shows to the meaning of life. But no matter how much you were together, the late night couch talks were always your guys’ favorite. You both even indulged in platonic cuddle sessions while hoping the other couldn’t hear the racing hearts and see the small blushes that were happening.

Soon enough he couldn’t go to sleep without some sort of physical contact from you. So when one night you were MIA from your late night couch talk and cuddle session, he sent you a text asking if you were okay and when he got no response he panicked. He sneakily rushed his way to your room and knocked on your door softly. When he got no reply but only heard the sounds of sniffles is when he hesitantly tried the door to see it was unlocked.

He stepped in quickly and shut the door behind him quietly. That’s where he saw you curled up on the floor trying to hide your sobbing from the world and himself. He quickly rushed over and sat in front of you. You gasped and looked at him with dull eyes for a moment before looking to the side away from him. His heart was aching at the sight of your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. He himself wanted to cry but he held it in for you.

Your quirk, ghoul (shoutout to Tokyo Ghoul) was considered very powerful but very volatile. It would go haywire whenever you were angry. Your eyes turning black with a red pupil and red veins around it. You would also sprout bright blue wings made of what looked like water tended to spread and shot arrow like darts to take down opponents. Your nails would sharpen to claws and teeth would sharpen into fangs along with a boost in your strength, speed, and reflexes. After years of training and you have great control of your wings but not your eyes and nails.

He knew what people said about your quirk as people said the same thing about his. He knew that it would get you down sometimes but you would always brush it off with a smile while always defending him in return. They called you a demon and a monster. One look from your black and red eyes had most people snap their mouths shut. He’s never seen you like this though, so when he saw you looking so broken his heart shattered for you.

“H-hey kitty, what’s wrong?” He cursed himself for stuttering and panicking in front of his crush. The tears were still freely falling while you were trying to hold in your sobs. He moved his hands to your face while wiping away the tears with his thumbs. You still refused to look at him. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself.

He tried again “Kitty, you can tell me what’s wrong, I’m here for you okay?” You took a deep breath and held his hands on your face, nuzzling into them for a second before you looked at him. Your eyes were in ghoul mode and your nails were sharp as the tears were still streaming but you were no longer sobbing. He lovingly stroked circles on your cheeks and looked at you patiently with a small smile on his face. He didn’t flinch or widen his eyes at your change.

You took another deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. “Some kids called me a monster and that no one would every willingly love me without being simultaneously being terrified of me, they said I would be alone for the rest of my life. And I know they say that all the time but today it was just too much. I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life and I especially don’t want to scare you away because you’re my best friend and I can’t imagine my life without you Toshi” the fear in your voice was breaking through and by the end the tears started again.

You could see him getting angrier but not at you, at those dumbass punks. He never stopped wiping your tears and he waited patiently for you to finish.

He was angry, so incredibly angry by the way his muscles tensed and his eyebrows furrowed. But the soft and loving look in his eyes never waived from yours. “Kitty, you’re my best friend and I plan to stay in your life forever. So you’re stuck with me till you kick the bucket okay?” He relaxed when he saw you smile shyly and nod your head a little. He was never great with words so he did what he did best and used his actions to say what he needed to say.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead which caused both of you to blush. Thankfully it was dark so both of you couldn’t see pink tinting each others cheeks. He moved his hands from your face and held one of your hand with his, interlacing your fingers together. “Cmon kitty lets go to bed, I’m sure you could use some rest.” He spoke gently. He guided you to your bed and pulled you down with him.

He released his hand and you moved so your head was on his chest. He put his arm around you and held you closer while playing with your soft hair, gently combing through it and petting it. He laid his head back on your pillow and reveled in the feeling of you so close to him, your hair smelled like f/s and felt so silky in his rough and calloused hand. You intertwined your legs with his on instinct and wrapped your free arm around his waist sleepily. The gentle (but fast) steady beating of his heart lulling you to sleep almost immediately. What you said said next make his pink cheeks red and the tips of his ears burn.

“Thank you so much for everything Toshi, for being you being you and for pulling me out of my meltdown. I love you so much.” Your voice was heavy with sleep and it sounded like music to his ears. He didn’t have the time to say it back as he heard your soft even breaths and your light snores. His chest was about to burst from the joy and relief he felt. Tiny happy tears stung the corners of his lavender eyes and he took another deep breath of steady himself as a wide grin overtook his face.

SHATTER

The walls had broke fully now, all his love for you came pouring out like a broken dam. His dreams of being with you now having a chance to become real. He kissed your forehead for the second time that night, the grin still on his face now down to a sweet smile. “I love you too kitty, I’ll be here in the morning when you wake up. I’ll always be here for you” and with that he kept petting your hair until he too fell asleep. And it was some of the best sleep he’s ever gotten.

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itsanerdlife · 4 years

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Bad For You 17/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

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It was the first big, big party, since he and Y/N started dating. Music vibrates the house, people packed into the big ass Frat house. He’d been making the rounds, while looking for her, but so far he had no idea what she even came as. They didn’t do the whole couples costumes, the guys had picked theirs when they announced the party. The girls apparently had their own idea for the night as well.

Buck wades through the people towards him. They dressed as old school robbers, black beanie hats, black jeans with black and white stripped long sleeves. They each had a pouch, Steve, Clint and Peter had the largest, and Howie, Buck and Sam carried smaller ones. They were out to rob hearts, only Howie was going for one and only one.

“You seen the girls?” Clint laughs when Buck joins them.

“My girl?” Howie lifts a brow.

“Fuck yeah and her girls.” Clint laughs.

“No, why? Where are they?” Howie’s brow pulls down.

“Look for the signs.” Clint announces, walking away.

“The fuck?” Bucky looks over at him.

“Head for the kitchen.” Howie laughs, starting towards their kitchen.

“How.” Steve laughs. “Come look at this.” He waves them over.

They manage to get to Steve, he points into the crowd. Four girls, dressed similar, but different colors. Oversized button downs, pressed colored shorts, and knee high socks. They’re wearing ball caps turned backwards, and two of them are wearing loose ties.

On the back of their shirts are what look like big stickers. Shaped like text message bubbles. Each has something different printed on it.

“You’re the only one I talk too, promise.”

“Come over baby.” -3AM

“Send Nudes.”

“I’ll make you see God baby.”

The three of them laugh loudly. Howie scraps his hand down his face, shaking his head. His girlfriend has “Send Nudes” on the back of her shirt. Honestly it was probably the best costume he’d seen.

“Are they fuckboys?” Buck laughs.

“Frat boys?” Steve asks.

“Should we be offended?” Howie laughs.

“How.” Peter appears next to them.

“You see the girls?” He asks his brother.

“Mhm.” Peter nods but isn’t looking away from the girls.

“What?” Howie chuckles.

“Who’s the red head?” Peter asks, jerking his chin towards the girls.

“I think that’s MJ? She’s in their study group.” Howie shrugs.

“Anyone know her?” Peter wonders.

“Want me to introduce you?” How lifts a brow.

“I mean,” Peter scoffs, shrugging. He drops his gaze looking down.

“Come on, Mr. Smooth.” Howie laughs, heading for the girls. When he reaches them he laughs. “Should we be offended by your choice of costumes?” He asks. Y/N laughs, reaching up to kiss him. She’s dressed in teal shorts and a blue button down.

“The former you should be.” She smirks.

“Damn what’s that mean for the rest of us?” Peter laughs.

“Shape the fuck up.” Nat laughs.

“MJ, right?” Howie asks, putting his hand out to the red head. She runs red in the cheeks.

“Yeah. I know who you are.” She laughs a little.

“Well, how about my brother? Peter, MJ. She apparently knows me.” Howie grins at his brother.

“Who doesn’t know the Stark brothers.” MJ admits with a flush.

“Well you have me at a loss than.” Peter grins at her.

“Why?” She blinks green eyes at him.

“Cause you know me, and I don’t know you.” Peter flashes her a grin. Y/N’s mouth opens, Howie slips his hand over it. Her eyes cut up to his, glaring. He winks at her, she rolls her eyes.

“If it helps, they’re not flattering things. So maybe it’s only fair.” MJ smirks, she finishes what’s in her orange solo cup. “I’m getting another. I’ll find you.” She locks eyes with Y/N.

“Whoa, that’s just rude. I might not be what you hear.” Peter points out.

“Or you might be that whole, ‘Come over baby.’ At three in the morning.” She laughs, slipping into the crowd. Peter’s head drops back and rolls to the side, looking at him and Y/N.

“Bro.” Howie smirks.

“Damn.” Peter winces.

“Since when do Stark’s not chase down the poor girl?” Y/N snorts, taking a drink. Peter and Howie exchange the same look.

“Proceed to chase brother.” Howie laughs.

“I’m offended by your costume, but give me something, please?” Peter grins at Y/N.

“Peter, she sassed you and walked. She’s waiting to see if you’re up for the chase. Run bitch.” Y/N waves him off. Peter does exactly that, pushing into the crowd.

“Wait, you sassed me and walked away.” Howie looks down at her.

“Yes but you assaulted me first. I wasn’t looking for you to chase after me.” Y/N snorts.

“Still won you over.” He grins at her. She laughs, her fingers grip the front of his shirt.

“Come on, I need another drink and I swear this costume was not meant to get me this much attention.” She grins.

“Well damn, told you.” He puts his arm over her shoulders. Heading for the other end of the kitchen.

“What?”

“You’re always hot as fuck.” He laughs.

She leans against the counter waiting, while he filled both their glasses. When he looks over, there are a few girls approaching her. He pauses watching, waiting. She smirks when they get close enough to talk to her.

“So it’s true. You and Howie?” The one asks.

“If you’re asking if we’re dating. Yes, it’s true.” She laughs a little.

“You really managed to tame a Screw Crew member?” Another asks.

“I guess, so.” She shrugs, but a smile on her lips.

“How did you do it?” The other asks, overly interested. He steps up behind them.

“She slapped me.” He smirks when all three turn looking up at him with wide eyes and ajar mouths. He hands her cup to her. Keeping his hand out for hers. “Have a good Halloween ladies.” He chuckles, pulling her away with him.

“You’re like a God to them.” She laughs.

“No. You’re a God to them, baby girl.” He winks at her. “You managed to do the one thing nobody thought was possible.” He shrugs.

“Tame a Screw Crew member?” She asks.

“Fuck being tamed. My ass is hopelessly devoted to you. I didn’t think twice about giving up my ways. I had already given them up the day you slapped me. I didn’t even notice till the guys pointed it out.” He leans down kissing her quickly.

“Howie!” Clint calls standing on the bottom step to the upstairs. His eyes cut up, Howie takes notice of Peter and Steve pushing in from other rooms. The four of them exchange a look, something happened.

“I’ll be back. Find the girls, stay put and go easy till I get back.” He orders her. She nods slowly, looking confused, he takes off. Pushing through the people, to the stairs.

“We have a big fucking problem.” Clint hisses, when the four of them are together.

“What?” Peter asks. A cold chill rips through Howie as his gut lurches.

“Someone broke into the office.” Clint explains.

“Fuck.” The three of them whisper. Everyone shoving as they rush up the stairs. They stumble into the office, Bucky and Sam already in there.

“Anything missing?” Howie asks.

“Desk was cracked open.” Buck holds up the notebooks.

“This is fucking bad.” Peter scraps his hands down his face.

“Are any of them missing?” Steve asks.

“No they’re all here. But that doesn’t mean someone didn’t take photos or copies.” Sam shakes his head.

“How do we know they fucked with the notebooks?” Howie asks, fear licked his veins and a cold sweat breaks out on the back of his neck.

“They’re all out of order.” Clint explains. “They’re stacked according to person. The drawers been broken open and they were just tossed around like they were looking for certain ones.”

“This is really bad guys.” Peter’s hand grips the back of his neck.

“That’s serious blackmail.” Steve looks around.

“I gotta find Y/N.” Howie mutters shoving out of the room.

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withyounct · 5 years

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What’s wrong kid? (2)

Reader x Single dad!Jaehyun

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.6k

Prompt: You notice a child crying at a school playground. You decide to see what’s up and meet an extremely stressed/extremely handsome father.

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A/n: There is a slight Reader X Jaemin moment for like 12 seconds. Enjoy!

Watching Hyunjin was not only the easiest job ever it was also the funniest. She had such a ray of youthful exuberance mixed with an odd amount of maturity for her age. It was Friday night and you were putting her to bed when she hit you with a comment that completely threw you off.

“I hate this.” Hyunjin pouted, eyes brimming with tears. You immediately panicked. You were reading her favorite bedtime story. She was surrounded by her favorite plushies, her favorite star nightlight was on. Everything was downright perfect.

“You hate what Hyunjin?” You treaded cautiously while pulling her closer to you on the bed.

“You’re always gone when I wake up.” She admitted sadly, holding onto your side. You thought about it for a minute. For the past week you two spent every late afternoon and evening together. You would put her to bed and, in her mind, disappear until the next afternoon.

“I'm sorry. But you get to see your dad in the morning.” You reminded her hoping it would make her feel better. She just pouted more.

“Why can’t I see you both in the morning?” She asked innocently. The implication of staying over made your face hot, so you ruffled her hair in hopes to distract her from your slight panic expression.

“Well I don’t live here.” You laughed. You reminded her that you guys get to spend all of Sunday together. She accepted this begrudgingly and fell asleep after two more books.

You wandered into the living room to find Jaehyun on the couch reading through some documents. He looked up upon your arrival and sent you his signature smile, dimples and all. You stared at him questionably. How long has he been home? Why didn’t he say goodnight to Hyunjin?

“I didn’t want to interrupt. She would have been too hyper if I came in and its really late.” He answered before you could ask. You nodded understandingly and took a seat by him.

“It’s your house and daughter. You wouldn’t be “interrupting” anything. Plus, I wish you would have.” You added letting your head lean on the back of the couch. Jaehyun placed down the stack of papers and copied your movements.

“Why?” He turned his head in your direction and for the second time that night you had to hide your panicked expression. This close up you could see just how handsome he really was. You scanned his face and couldn’t find a single flaw. The raise of one of his eyebrows brought you back.

“She’s upset because I disappear before the morning. I sucked at explaining it to her; your input would have been helpful.” You blushed being caught staring dumbly. He smiled and turned his head back forward.

“You probably did a good job, but I’ll talk to her in the morning.” He reassured. You hummed and silence fell between you. After a few minutes he let out a heavy sigh.

“I’ve been so busy; I'm starting to feel like a shitty father.” He confessed. You were taken aback. In the week that you’ve know him he was anything but a ‘shitty father’. You sat up and nudged his leg.

“A shitty father wouldn’t wake up at the ass crack of dawn to prepare his daughter’s lunch and make breakfast. He wouldn’t take his time out of his already busy day to make sure her hair was done nicely, and her uniform was ironed. He wouldn’t care if she’s with someone that she actually liked watching her. He wouldn’t bust his ass day to day to make sure she has a happy and secure life. Jaehyun you’re nowhere near being a shitty father.” You ranted more concerned than you need to be.

There was a silence that engulfed you two unlike the first and you felt that you might have overstepped your boundaries. But, you weren’t going to apologize for being right. He looked at the leg that you nudged then at you. You saw a smile make its way across his face and he laughed.

“Has anyone told you your kind of amazing?” He asked while in a laughing fit. If your face wasn’t hot before it was then.

“Several times a day.” You lied, slightly turning away from him.

“Thanks.” A calm smile replaced its former. “I really needed that.”

“Anytime.” You softly smiled.

Since it was Friday you stayed longer than usual. You talked Jaehyun into putting his work away and to watch a movie with you. You, being the horror fan that you were, suggested The Conjuring. Jaehyun told you that he didn’t believe in ghost, which you thought was funny given how many times he got startled by a jump-scare.

Saturday rolled around and you were hanging out at Mark and Haechan’s apartment. Haechan had called you over to help him pick out and outfit for the party that night; the party you had no interest in going to.

“Mark ‘I never leave the music building’ Lee is going, and you can’t because?” Haechan grilled, throwing clothes on you while you laid on his bed. Mark shot a “I can hear you’ from the kitchen, but neither of you paid him mind.

“I got other shit to do.” You picked up a plaid shirt and threw it in the ‘no’ pile.

“Being what? You disappear more than I do nowadays. Which is fine, but we would like to know who you’re ditching us for.” Mark asked walking into Haechan’s room. You looked between your friends and saw a hint of concern in their expression. You asked if this was a common concern across everyone, including Kun and Ten, and they nodded.

“I've been babysitting this really cute girl.” You stated simply. They looked at each other then back at you.

“You like children?” They asked in unison.

“Meh, but she’s really adorable and fun to be around.” You confessed. They looked at each other once more and shrugged, accepting your explanation. Mark pulled out his phone to text the rest of your friends and Haechan went back to throwing clothes at you.

About 30 minutes later you felt your phone vibrate.

“I’ll be right back.” You announced to the two.

“Jaehyun, what’s up?”

“Y/n, hey. My friends and I are taking Hyunjin to the aquarium, so you have the day off.” He informed happily. You could hear Hyunjin screaming in the background about fishes with another male voice; you guessed it was Johnny’s.

“Okay have fun.” You smiled.

“We will.” You heard Hyunjin and Johnny? scream ‘dolphins!’ before Jaehyun hung up. You chuckled to yourself and turned to walk back into the room. There you were greeted by a nosy Haechan leaning on the door.

“Oh man what a bummer, it looks like your plans are cancelled. So, you’re going to this fucking party.” He let out a cheshire smile. You always had a hard time saying no to him so after an hour of begging you gave in.

“I'm gonna go home and change.” You rolled off his bed and attempted to grab your keys. Mark got to it first and shoved it in his pocket.

“As if. We let you leave, and you’ll just lock yourself in your room till tomorrow.” He smirked. You squinted at him, but said nothing because he was right. Haechan pulled out his phone and dialed Ten.

“Hey, can you do me a favor and pick Y/n out and outfit for a party? Yeah and can you bring it and her makeup bag here too. Thanks.” You heard Ten yell “fuck yeah’ on the other end before it went dead.

Ten and Kun brought over the stuff and took your car back to the apartment. You begrudgingly got ready. The outfit screamed ‘Ten picked me out’ a red crop top with a lace bralette under, high waisted ripped black jeans with fishnets, and black boots. You finished up your makeup and stole a few of Haechan’s accessories when Mark announced it was time to go.

Since you had no intention of going you had no idea whose party it was. When you pulled up at Hendery and Xiaojun’s house you were surprised. They were friends of Yangyang and acquaintances of yours. They both came from fairly wealthy families, so they rented out the biggest and nicest house off campus.

“Holy fuck you look hot.” Jaemin greeted when you entered the house.

“Thank Ten.” You blushed at the sudden compliment.

You were suddenly dragged by Lucas and Xiaojun who demanded you do shots with them. Somewhere between the jello shots and real shots you were pulled to the dance floor by Hendery. To say you were having fun would be an understatement. You had a comfortable amount of alcohol in your system and you felt light as a feather.

More partying and shots later, you found yourself in an intense make out session with Jaemin. It was a mutual thing. After dancing for what it felt like hours, you drifted to his side on the sofa. The two of you were talking about nothing when lips met. He pulled you onto his lap and you carded your hands through his hair. You guys were going at each other for a good 5 minutes when you were interrupted.

“Umm.” Renjun’s voice broke you two apart. You looked down at Jaemin then back at Renjun and Jeno. You slid off of his lap and opened your mouth to say something, anything, when they both just walked away. Jaemin glanced down at you and the two of you squinted at each other. You were the first to break into laughter. Jaemin soon followed suit. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the kitchen to do more shots with your friend group.

It was nearing 3am and you were beyond tired. You found space on one of the couches upstairs and was leaning on Lucas’s side when Jeno appeared.

“Y/n you okay?” He asked sweetly.

“Mm tired.” You pouted.

“Where’s Mark and Haechan?” Lucas asked while petting your head.

“Fucking it up on the dance floor. Y/n, here let me take you home.” Jeno, being the angel he was, pulled you up. You waved bye to Lucas and was gently place in the passenger seat. The drive was mostly silent since Jeno was the comfortable silence type.

“You don’t have to answer this, but do you by chance like Jaemin?” He asked suddenly at a red light. You weakly turned your head from the window to him. You could see the worry on his face.

“Not like that.” You answered, way to tired to elaborate. You rolled your head back to the window and sighed at the coldness on your warm face. When you arrived at your apartment you dreaded the walk up the stairs. While you were complaining in your head, Jeno got out the car and opened your side.

“Here.” He unbuckled the seat and scooped you up bridal style. You could have protested, but you were happy you didn’t have to make the walk and possibly trip and die. You informed him that Kun had your keys, so you both waited until they answered the door. Jeno passed you on and left. The last thing you remembered was Ten and Kun taking off your make up and putting you to bed.

Waking up the next morning sucked. Jaehyun had a full day so you had to be there by noon. You slammed your alarm off and sat up. You had a few sitting minutes so you pondered if you should text Jaemin, but decided to give your brain time to process what to say. So, you texted Jeno thanks instead. On your way out the door, Kun handed you coffee and Ten sunglasses.

“Did someone party to hard last night?” Jaehyun joked when he opened the door.

“You have no idea.” You muttered taking off your sunglasses.

“You can tell me over coffee. You look like you need more.” He said leading you to the kitchen. You smiled at his offer and tried to forget about his hands on your shoulders.

He placed a mug of coffee in front of you and you laughed at how much cream he put in it.

“So, spill.”

“I made out with one of my friends and had way too many shots.” You sighed. You noticed the shock spread across his face and another expression you couldn’t quite place.

“Oh, um well. Do you like this friend?” He asked awkwardly and you were a bit thrown off, but kept your face neutral.

“No. Not like that, but what if he likes me and it makes shit awkward.” You worried. Jaehyun’s face looked, what you would consider, relieved. But again, you kept your face neutral because there was no way. Right?

“You should talk to him. You guys are friends, so I'm sure it’ll be fine.” He ruffled your hair in reassurance.

“Wise words from a wise guy.” You joked. He cringed at how lame it was and you two talked until he had to go.

Hyunjin was taking her afternoon nap when you decided to suck it up and call Jaemin. Before you could get anything out, he spoke.

“Fam. You’re one of my best friends and I love you, but not like that. You just looked really hot, not to say you don’t look hot all the time I pride myself on having the hottest group of friends and I don’t know what happened, but I'm sorry. Are we cool?” Jaemin pleaded. You laughed because he was also lowkey freaking out.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. We’re good.” You smiled.

The day with Hyunjin was filled with its usual fun and adventures. You two spent some time in the garden and had an intense hide and seek battle. You got done putting her to sleep when you heard the door open. You looked up from your spot on the bed and saw Jaehyun smiling holding up a box. You carefully snuck out the room and followed him to the kitchen.

“Hyunjin told me your favorite dessert is cheesecake.” He smiled holding up the box proudly. You went to retrieve plates and told him about your conversation with Jaemin.

“Wise guy is always right.” He noted, placing a piece of cake on your plate.

“You can’t use my lame joke against me.” You laughed poking him with your fork. He smiled softly at you laughing and went into his pocket.

“Here. You can use this freely.” He placed down a key. You glanced down at it and picked it up. You were happy that he trusted you this much, but it seemed a bit fast. He must have picked up on your hesitation because he closed your fist with the key in hand. Your pulse jumped by a thousand at the sudden touch.

“Hyunjin is really good at sensing people to the point where it’s kind of scary. She trusts you as much as she trusts me even though she hasn’t known you for long. Please take this key for emergency and non-emergency purposes.” You saw the pure sincerity in his eyes and hooked the key to your keychain.

“You’ll regret this when I eat all your food.” You murmured trying to hide your growing blush.

“I doubt that.” He smiled.

Jaehyun slowly opened Hyunjin’s door and made his way over to her. He smiled down at the dolphin plushie that Doyoung bought her squished between her and the bed. Carefully, he petted her head. Despite his efforts, her eyes slowly opened.

“Did I wake you? I'm sorry.” He spoke softly.

“Daddy.” She smiled. “Y/n’s gone?” She asked. He nodded and noticed her sad expression.

“You really like her?” He asked more than stated. She sat up and nodded quickly. She proceeded to tell him everything she thought was amazing about you.

For the first time in a long time, Jaehyun wasn’t sure if his heart was swelling because of his daughter or you. But he did agree, he thought you were amazing too.

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Found a Missing Tape

“Okay, okay! Are you ready for the big adventure Fred?” he looked at his friend with excitement, his body jittered with joy, as he was like bouncing off the walls.

“Yes! Now can we need to hurry up Ben, I don’t want it to be too late” his friend rolled his eyes as he got a cam recorder in his hand.

Both guys were excited to film their first YouTube video. It was 2009 and Youtube only started to become popular They packed their rucksaks with food, extra batteries , torches, lights that’s attached to the recorder and tripods to take epic pictures. Even tho it was middle of Winter in January, they were still rearing to go. For a while they had their own Facebook page to take abandoned photos of builds, the eerie lifeless of buildings, gave it a creepy surprise. Like it was from a zombie movie. Both guys were best friends since highschool and they do everything together. Fred was tall and skinny, at least 6.2ft, his hair was brown but curly and he hardly brushed it, everyone called him ‘bush’ but since leaving school he like his own name, he had a skater style along with Ben. Ben was Chinese but he spoke English fluently and could only say a few Chinese words to pick up women, even tho it never worked. Ben was 5.8ft, an average looking guy, but love to wear black, even tho had the skater heart. Brown hair, brown eyes, with a tan too match, compared to Fred, he was a pastey white boy. They were still best friends without a doubt.

“Okay I’m all set” as they got into Ben’s car, stopped by the gas station before they hit to their destination. “Heyy Fred, Do you think it’s still abandoned? I’ve heard stories about that place man? I don’t think we should go?”

Fred ran back and jumped into the car, shouting out through the window “dude! It’s going to be awesome! We are going to take wicked sick videos and pictures. And anyways, our friends been there before you know, that big party they had but we were sick. It should be okay”. Ben just nodded as he finishing up the tank and paying it on his card. They drove into the distance, early hours in the morning.

Hours went by, soon as they came across the building, they parked up and hiked to the place where they were going to film. Fred and Ben were infront of the camera “heyy guys! It’s me Fred and Ben! Coming to you, to this abaoned location. Now this place is so old and so creepy, we had to see it! It’s an asylum but was going turn into a hotel. But now abandoned! Ain’t that cool!”

Ben smiled and using hand gestures “dude it’s going to be fucking cool! So I looked into the buildings history! We are in Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in West Virginia. This place was said to be haunted! Cool right! Apparently they tested on their own patients and did lobotomies, where the doctors used an ice pick and went through your brain, from your eye. Dude that’s creepy”

Fred interrupted “and and and, local people are still saying, the patients who died here along with doctors and nurses, are still here. Spooookkyy!”

Bed interrupted “so we are here! Going inside and look around! Ain’t that cool dude?”

“So cool” replied Fred, with extreme anticipation.

Ben was holding the camera will Fred was looking around, both followed into the dark rooms and the light lead them the way. Each find of a wheelchair, an operation table was well documented. The paint was peeling off and the green mould was growing in the corners of some of the rooms. Each of them had this sadness that they couldn’t wait to be here. Fred insisted Ben to hold the camera while Ben was doing the entertaining and giving out more history stories.

“So, this room I bet is where they did the lobotomies...” then suddenly they both got interrupted by a sound near by. They both went quiet and tip toed to the noise.

11 years later.

“Omg I cannot believe you found this place” Bailey flirtatiously teasing her boyfriend John, their friend Ivan couldn’t wait to leave. Bailey a typical girl with died red hair, black shorts with a grey tank top and John wearing his jeans with a graphic tee that had on ‘Rick and Morty’. Ivan was wearing something similar to John since they were friends. All three in college and a few YouTubers visited the asylum too; then all went to this Building in Virginia because they all went to college near by. They all got bored during summer break and before they head back home, they wanted to do some exploring. Searching on the web, Bailey wanted to go to an Asylum to cross off her bucket list.

After a few minutes of guessing on google maps, they finally found it. All derelict and no one around, the only sounds are the birds cheeping in the distance. It felt peaceful, they tried to go inside the asylum. The doors were falling off and the black mould growing up the walls in the hallway. As they approached a dead end since the building was falling apart, they decided to head home. As they were walking, Bailey shouted “wait a minute guys, I think I see a cam recorder” John grabbed Ivan and they both followed Bailey. The room was an old office and nothing haven’t been touched for decades. The papers were still there along with documation of the patients that stayed. John grabbed them and Ivan followed, he went into the filing cabinets and took as much information as they could. Bailey put the cam recorder in her bag and all of them headed to the car.

Driving back to the college, she said “most of this tape is fried and slightly damp. Do you think Paris can take a look for us?”

Ivan replied as he was driving on the highway “I don’t see why not. What do you think is in there?”

Bailey handed over the cam recorder to John “whatever is inside, it’s been there along time. Strange that something like this is in there”

They all headed to Paris, who was the head at the media department. For a teacher, she had piercings on her lips and ears, tattoos all over her body. For a 42 year old, she looked 10 years younger. “Wow I haven’t seen something like this in 11 years! Back then, this was state of the art! Still working just the tape is a bit damp. Maybe tomorrow it will be finished. Where did you guys find it?”

Bailey shrugged and was nervous to talk “we found it at the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum”

“You fucking what! That place is bad news! How did you even go there?” Screamed Paris as she folded her arms looking at John and Ivan. They both shrugged and looked down with disappointment.

“Do you know what... fine I will do it. Only because I’m curious myself” Paris held the cam recorder and took out the tape which was slightly damaged. The three of them walked out and closed the door behind them.

3am the next morning

*Ring, ring ring* “ugh... hey babe, can you get that” muttered John as he woke up Bailey. She muttered, picked up the phone from the bed night stand “yeahh, this is John’s phone. What the fuck do you want at this... yeahh. Wait now?! .... Do I have... okay... yes we getting dressed.... fine I will get Ivan too.... yes we will be there.... okay, bye” she poked John till he got up. She put on a black dress with her blue sparkley converse on. “John get up” as she took the covers off him “we need to get up now. Get ivan, he needs to come too”

John still in his pjs, he went next door to his dorm and got Ivan. Ivan was in his sweat pants and no top on, luckily he worked out and had a six pack to show off. All half asleep expect for Bailey, she was anxious and her nerves were running high. They both got into Paris’s office and she had beer cans all over her desk; including empty beer cans in the trash that was piling over ready to burst at any moment. Her room was dark and musky, the blinds drawn as you can see the sunrise appearing through at any moment. She got spair chairs from another class room and the three of them sat down, huddled over the computer. “Okay this is fucking creepy and I’ve already called the cops, they are coming in the morning. But you need to see this” as she opened up another beer can, Ivan felt uncomfortable as her breath stank of stale beer. She pressed play as she saw two guys in the video.

Fred and Ben were having a blast, recording everything they could find, even the old theatre. Suddenly they both screamed as the door flew open and a bird flew past them. The guys were laughing their heads off. A few more minutes in, they saw something in the hallway, they ran after it “omg do you think someone else is here” Fred panting to Ben.

“Well whatever it is, it’s fucking cool” then they both stopped. A gastly apparition was following them back, they started to scream. Ben dropped the camera and Paris, John, Ivan and Bailey saw a black face starring into the camera with red eyes. Then black. Suddenly the cam recorder was switched on, Ivan, Paris, John and Bailey all held each other close tight, as they saw something carrying the camera. The background noise was heavy breathing, walking around the asylum as if nothing happened.

Paris pressed stop “that was was fucking freaky”

John was built well and had a deep voice, but it cracked “what the fuck”.

“What was even is that?” Bailey looked over at Ivan as he was in a fetal position, rocking back and forth.

“It doesn’t stop there. 4 years ago when the building was going to change into a hotel like everyone had been promised for fucking years. The builders found the mummified remains of the boys in the basement. It was all over the news, apparently they were missing for years!”

“Omg I remember that... but how did they die?” John asked as he was biting his fingers.

“No one knows, but maybe this video will help” as Paris brought up the screen again with the black face starring at them on the computer screen.

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‘Lovely Guardian - CH 1’

「pairing: baekhyun x reader」

「genre:mafia!AU racer!AU & little bit of university!AU」

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Being early october meant there was rain and cold wind. It was fall and it’s one of your favorite seasons despite you not like being cold. You liked being able to wear warm and big baggy hoodies and the rain made you nostalgic, you thought about the man with the jade green eyes.

You usually stay up till 3AM mainly because you just can’t bring yourself to sleep so easily. I guess you could say it’s insomnia or sometimes you just think too much before going to bed. Last time you thought about having a dragon for a pet and then in the morning you ended up trying to do some witchcraft on a cat, which resulted you in chasing a cat. And no you didn’t get the cat but you found a convenience store that sold some good noodles.

Right now you were sitting at a kitchen island, with all your papers, sketch books and sketches laying around but you were sound asleep. You were just resting there ever so peacf-

“Xeno! Wake the fuck up! Your class starts in 12 minutes and i’m not driving you there!” You felt something smack the right side of your face and as you look up you instantly jumped off the stool you were once sitting on as there was a flying a book headed your way. If you could go back in time, You would’ve rather much gone back to your apartment then to have knocked on this crazy girls door at 3am.

“Damn..be a little nicer, it’s barely 7-” You quickly turned around to check the clock on the living room wall, “7:18..” You scratch the back of your head then taking a small glance the person who kindly interrupted your small sleep, which was the one and only, Kim Joy. A while ago you decided to crash at Joy’s place since tonight you didn’t want to be home alone. You and Joy met when you were in high school, 5 years ago during sophomore year. At that time you thought you met someone who was fully capable of being responsible, sadly enough you bumped into the next big hot mess and here you both are. Surprisingly still alive.

You started to pack your things into your backpack when you decided to actually look at the girl. There she stands tall and beautiful from the roots of her black hair to the very bottom of her heels, dressed in a tight black dress with a brown coat gently falling off her exposed shoulders. You had the urge to brush back the hair falling down, framing her angelic face. Its when you hear her that you snapped out of your thoughts.

“Just take a picture and get over with it.” You look up to her eyes just to see her wink. She’s always been confident in herself, either her body or her face. She never failed to show off her looks. Of course she wasn’t cocky about it, she just liked the attention.

You felt a small chuckle leave your lips and you turned around heading towards the door, “I’m good, Later.” You softly mumbled as you pulled on your old black boots and swung your bag over shoulder.

Opening the door you felt the cold air touching your face and then you heard Joy yell out from inside, “I PUT AN ORANGE JUICE BOTTLE IN YOUR BAG AND DON’T COME BACK LATER CAUSE IM NOT OPENING THE DOOR FOR YOU”

The door slams shut right behind you with a small smile adorning your face as you make your way to your first class of the day. Reaching into your pocket to take out a cigarette from its packet and you lit it up with your pink pocket lighter. Lowering your pale hands you inspect the glitter polish chipping off your nails, you puffed out a cloud of smoke without removing the cigarette from your lips.

You could say you enjoyed dressing up and looking stylish. Occasionally you’d do your makeup and nails. Some days you end up walking out barefaced and still be dressed nicely but now you could care less, with your pink oversized hoodie, over your black ripped jeans and your dirty black pair of boots.

Feeling your body get colder you cover your honey colored hair, then placed your cold hands in your hoodies pocket, you hoped the day would be better than yesterdays.

Although you already knew not to expect much from life.

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Your classroom felt warm and comfortable but looking outside you saw raindrops dripping from out of the sky onto the sidewalk below. Luckily you managed to make it to class on time, and now you were just heading out to get some coffee on this cold rainy day. Walking out of your class you saw a couple of students walking around with their umbrellas. So pulling up your hood on, you walk forward and under the rain.

“Hey Xeno! I thought you said you were quitting school?” You turned around to look at the owner of the voice and the hood on your hoodie slides off your head exposing your head to the cold rain.

You look up to see his soft brown hair falling over his dark orbs, you quickly notice his simple outfit, black jeans and a light grey hoodie under his jean jacket and the open umbrella loosely laying on his shoulder. You looked up to meet his eyes and his boyish smile, “Oh Sicheng..” Returning his smile you walked over to him and you grabbed his hand to pull him after you.

You started mumbling a response to his earlier question, “I did say that, and I was going too..but Seulgi said she’d buy me food for the year if I stayed..” Your face scrunches up as you turn to smile at him, “and well you know me.”

A fit of laughter erupted from his chest as he pulled you back and placed your hood over your head. He then turned you around grabbed your bag and gently pushed you forward, “Why am I not surprised” He muttered as he walked behind your small skipping figure, watching you step and splash in puddles.

Rain was a happy thing for you, because it reminded you of the man with jade green eyes. You and him used to play outside in the backyard on rainy days, and even though you got sick the next morning you never regretted it. Sicheng being someone who grew up with you knows this, so he let you be. Sicheng was always like an older brother to you, He held your hand when you were scared, he helped you when you struggled to do things on your own, and he always peeled your oranges because you just never could. He was legitimately the brother you never had. You and Sicheng met when you guys were little, he was your next door neighbor and since then you’ve always been together. Him and his family weren’t the closest or the best and because of that he adored you more since you never pushed him or blamed him for shit. Life can be a cruel ass, especially to those who have already “fucked up”.

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“Aye, Xeno want to come with me to the repair shop with me?” Turning around you saw Sicheng fixing the bags on his shoulders.

“Sure! Is Seulgi there?” You tilted your head watching him start walking in another direction, you began to skip behind him.

“Yeah actually, They’re all most likely there since it’s friday the shop is closed. Meaning they’re taking this time to modify their own cars.”

“Are you going to make me help you?”

“No, Last time I did that you almost broke Yeol’s window”

Your face turned bright red at the horrible memory, In fact what Sicheng said is true you sort forgot to focus on what you were doing because of Toben, Chanyeol’s dog. He was running around and nudging your legs for attention, you shuddered at the memory of Chanyeol threatening to make you into Toben’s chew toy if it were to have happened, “Yeah uh, Maybe that is a better idea.”

Sicheng emitted a small chuckle, “Well no shit, Sherlock”

You walked beside him under his black umbrella, looking up you saw a glowing galaxy drawn all over the place. You drew those for him because you were criticizing him for being “basic” and in the end he challenged you by telling you that you couldn’t do better, which resulted in a glow in the dark galaxy right over his head on rainy days.

You pulled your hood lower on your head turning to look at the steps you take, “How’s Taeyong?”

“I actually haven’t seen him in a while. He’s probably selling drugs again.” Sicheng released a sigh as he looked down at his feet too.

You knew these boys belonged to the world of “bad”, the world where there’s illegal races, drugs, violence, sex, murder, so on so forth. It didn’t bother you, You knew these boys since you were young and even if you knew your life was in some sort of danger for knowing them.. You didn’t really care. You yourself smoked, but never drank or did any xanax, heroin or any sort of drugs. You also never went to one of their illegal races. They never forced you to come but they did ask if you wanted to tag along to which you usually always refused.

“Do you think he’s taking them again..?”

“I hope not, even if he was I doubt it make any difference”

“What's that supposed to mean ?!” You turned to smack his chest.

“Nothing! Nothing! aH! I'm being attacked by a dwarf!” Sicheng pushed your hands away and closed him umbrella and started running away from you.

“Get back here you muffin top!” Running after him in the rain while your boots splashed in every puddle your small foot landed in. With a bright smile on your face you declared a race, and of course the loser buys lunch.

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“Hey Win! Can you pass me the T9 on the front counter”

Confused by the new voice you frown up at Sicheng.

“Who’s that?” You reach out and grab the umbrella from his hands.

“Kai, He’s been a racer of Suho’s for a long time but Chanyeol just brought him here in the garage a couple weeks ago” He turns around taking off his jacket and tossing it on one of the chairs nearby. “He’s pretty chill guy you might like him, but there’s this other guy that I know you’ll be happy to see.”

Right as he finished his sentence a white cloud ran alongside Toben, barking and jumping at your feet.

“Viví~” you cooed at the white puffy dog. Crouching to their level you patted their heads and rubbed their bellies. You picked up Viví and cradled him in your arms.

Standing up you walked behind Sicheng as he made his way over to this Kai person and girl when you saw this man it’s like you saw a literal god. With his honey skin, his well defined face and body, he looked like an actually god, but your mind only thought of one thing..

“Woah, Its Fancy Squidward from Spongebob!” You heard Sicheng snort and look over to see Chanyeol dying of laughter right besides his yellow Mustang GT350.

Your eyes widen in realization, “Oh! I'm sorry, did I say that out loud?!” You buried your face into the dog in your hands as you walked back to hide behind Sicheng.

That’s when you heard laughter coming from “Fancy Squidward” himself. Peeking over Sichengs shoulder you saw the boy reach over to grab the screwdriver from Sicheng’s hand.

“That was a very lovely first encounter” He looked up to meet your gaze. “Hi” He smiled at you, “Im Kai, or Jongin”

“Y/N,” Sicheng moved out of the way to start working on his car, “Sorry about that I didn’t mean to say that loud�� You bent down to let the Viví play with Toben.

“You’re all good” He giggles, “Oh! That’s right uh that’s Sehun” He pointed to a black Aston Martin Vanquish right behind him. Tilting your head you noticed another tall guy standing besides the car. Instantly you recognized his face and ran towards him.

“Sehun!” You jumped up to hug him and he quickly responded by wrapping his arms around your waist as he laughed into your shoulder.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” He placed you down and pinched your cheek, “Still short as ever”

“Hey! You know what go back from where you came from because I am not liking your attitude” You slapped his hand away and crossed your arms.

“You guys already know each other?” You turn around to look at Kai and nod.

“Yeah me, Sehun and Joy met in high school” You turn to look at Sehun, “He’s just older” You stick your tongue out.

“You know he’s the same age as me right?” Sehun pats your head, “tear tear” He starts teasing you by making his fingers in the shape of T’s and imitating your pout.

“Im taking Viví!” You watched as he walks towards the car he was working on.

“I hope we become good friends” With that Kai patted your head and strolled after Sehun.

Grumbling to yourself you walked towards Chanyeol who was sitting on the floor fixing his cars tire and draped your body over his back releasing a sigh. You look at what he was doing and saw his hands skillfully move all over the place, Sometimes he grabbed his notepad and pen and wrote a few notes down. It’s like if he was so engulfed at his task in hand, he blocked out what was going on around him.

“Is anyone using the upstairs room?” You poked his cheek and waited for a response while skimming through all the tools he was surrounded in.

“No, I think it’s empty,” He placed one of the tools on his leg and started fixing a few things with his hands, “Let me guess you’re tired already?” You felt his back vibrate with the sound of his laughter.

“Yeah” You hopped off his back and made your way towards Seulgi, “Hi sexy!”

“Hey Xeno, brought me anything today?” She stood up from where she was inspecting her motorbike and turned to at you. You noticed the faded bruises decorating her face. There was a small cut on the corner of her lips and a small stitch on her forehead.

“Hey what happened to you?” You walked up to her and grabbed her face.

“Just a little rough play” She looks down at you with her a slight sad expression and when you looked at her eyes it’s like if there was some sort of unspoken words, and she just wanted to spill but instead she lightly slapped your hands away, “Go rest”

With that she turned around and started working on her bike again. Seulgi never really acted that way, She was honest and blunt with her words and always spoke up about what she wanted, You were concerned about Seulgi’s behavior but you didn’t want to push it, if she’s not in the mood, sometimes it’s best to give her time, you kind of learned that the hard way. Slowly walking towards the stairs to head up stairs you saw that Sicheng wasn’t to far from there so you strolled over to him.

“Hey Winnie, I’m going upstair.. Im kind of tired” You placed your head on Sicheng’s shoulder and scanned over the motor he was trying to work with.

“Okay, Rest well. Call me if you need anything” He looked over at you as you pulled away from where standing and made your way up the stairs with Viví and Toben trailing behind you.

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The sound of a roaring engine and an argument was heard making it way towards the garage. Chanyeol immediately stood up grabbed his gun and walked towards the big doors. Everyone also felt kind of iffy about the atmosphere and got ready to attack.

“It’s just Irene and Taeyong at it again,” Sehun yelled out towards them, being the closest one to the big doors he was able to peek outside and see who was causing the commotion. “and I think B’s car”

Him and Chanyeol walked over to the big doors and pushed them open allowing a red Lexus CL500 roll into the garage, with an arguing pair following behind. Behind those two were 5 others trying to split them apart before they’d scratch at each other’s throats.

“It’s the same bullshit with you!” Irene glared at Taeyong from where she was walking.

“Well what else was I supposed to do! What could I have possibly done when there was literally 5 guns pointed at me!” Taeyong gripped at his hair looking at Irene as she walked around the red car mimicking him.

“Hey I’m talking to you!” Taeyong walked up to Irene and pulled on her wrist and lord have mercy on him because that was the worst decision he could’ve possibly made.

That was enough to piss Irene off, she grabbed his arm and twisted it to turn him around and she pushed him against the closest wall, “Don’t you ever lay your fucking hands on me” She slammed him into the wall again and before it could’ve gotten worst Seulgi ran up to her and pulled her away.

“You ruined it all! You put her in danger again! We have been keeping her safe for more than half of her life and this is where you get us!” Irene trashes in the arms of Seulgi and soon Sehun and Joy are running up to her in an attempt to help keep her in place.

“I’m not mad about the fucking time we spent! I’m mad that you can’t be her fucking friend and think about where your decision brought her!” She managed to rip away from their grips and ran towards Taeyong punching him right on the side of his face.

“Irene that’s enough!” Everyone started shouting and trying to pull each other away from each other. They weren’t aware you woke up and started watching from the top of the stairs.

Everyone except one.

Your eyes met another pair. His eyes were in a slight glare but droopy enough to not crease his forehead. His lips seemed to be a natural pout, and the strands of white hair slightly falling over his eyebrows.

He looked ethereal despite you knowing he wasn’t anywhere near pure.

You broke out of your trance and glanced towards Irene as she kept trying to attack Taeyong. You didn’t understand the reason behind the violence, using your words can be strong enough to bring a point however whenever someone deeply upset violence seems to be the easiest way out.

You made your way down the stairs drawing a bee line in your head to where Taeyong stood. Without realizing it, the white haired boy had his attention on you since you met his gaze.

But just as your foot touched the floor a gunshot erupted from a gun and echoed through the garage.

With wide eyes you saw Taeyong falling to the floor, as his body touched the ground a small pool of blood started forming around his side.

“Fuck! B, get her out!” The sound of gunshots erupting from different guns, the sound of shattering and yelling soon become white noise as your mind goes blank and the bad memories come rolling to your head like a bullet train.

After all these years you seem to never forget those jade green eyes fluttering close.

“Honey, I’m here. Always.”

You felt a soft hand slightly tug you down behind the red car and as you looked up you saw the boy with white hair.

“I’m here, so don’t panic. I need you to listen to me so I can help you.” His dark eyes look right into yours as he pulls your hood over your head. Tugging on your arm closer to the cars door.

He takes out ,what you assume, is his gun from his pocket and in one quick motion he opens the door and slightly pushes you inside. As he does this he tosses something towards the garage doors.

And just as it touches the floor a cloud of smoke appears from the small item and everyone scatters to their own cars.

Before crawling to the other seat you managed to see Taeyong being picked up from the ground. You released a sigh of relief as you saw that the one picking him up was Sicheng.

You made your way to the other seat as the white haired boy closed the door behind him and turned on the engine.

The sound of the engine was followed along with a few more, you peeked out the window to see 3 vehicles. Chanyeol’s yellow Mustang GT350, Sicheng’s white Toyota 86, and Seulgi’s purple Suzuki GSX250R.

You felt the boy leaned over your body, so you turn to come face to face with him, his eyes met yours as he felt your lips slightly brush over his cheek.

Immediately after meeting your gaze he pulled the seat belt quickly buckling you in and speeding out the garage.

“Here.” You look over at him, seeing he’s looking up ahead, your gaze slowly trailed down to his hand extended out towards you. Grabbing the earphones from his hand you plug them into your phone to tune out the sounds around you.

And from the corner of your eye you see him smirk while taking out his gun.

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You feel a light tap on your shoulder waking you up from your sleep. Sluggishly you pulled out the buds and slightly turned your head to look at the person who just woke you up.

You see the boy slightly turn his head towards you, but the darkness outside catches your attention. And like you weren’t just asleep about a while ago you quickly looked outside the windows to be met with twinkling stars and empty fields.

“You aren’t kidnapping me right..” You slightly turn to look at the boy besides you who is seemingly entertained by your comment, “..Please don’t kidnap me.. I have yet to try cheesecake and- and I- I still haven’t tried the new coffee at the gasoline station across the street from my home so please don’t kidn-”

The boy besides you suddenly chuckles and the sound erupts some sort of feeling inside your stomach because of raspy and deep it sounded in your ears.

“I’m not kidnapping you, besides Win is right behind us.” Your gaze fall to the side mirror and you notice the white car behind you instantly recognizing the cars plates.

“O-Oh sorry.. my names Xe-“

“Aiko. I know it’s Aiko.” Your eyes widen as you hear your given name.

You didn’t hate it. It just always scared you cause it seemed to always bring you wrong attention. You were afraid that what happened to the man with jade green eyes.. would happen again. You were afraid of losing someone again because of that given name.

Yoon Aiko.

The name Aiko meant “Love Child” in other words “child who will be loved” but it’s meaning felt foreign to you. So you changed it to Yoon Xeno, Xeno meaning “foreign” or “strange”.

“How do you know my name..?”

“You’re the daughter of..” He turns to look at your eyes and seeing how they looked confused his brows furrowed in confusion as well, “Do you know who you are?”

“Yeah I’m Yoon Aiko..Why?”

“No. Do you know who you are? Your background? Your family? The place you were born in?.. Do you know Sir Lyeth?”

Lowering your gaze to you hands on your lap, your mind repeating the last question.. Do you know Sir Lyeth…?

“No, I don’t know any of these things. But if you do.. You have to tell me.” You look up at him with determination.

Of course you know Sir Lyeth, He was a friend of the jade green eyes man, and when he passed Sir Lyeth was your caretaker. But one day he suddenly disappeared and you were forced to move elsewhere, leaving you to where you are now.

“I can’t do that, It’s not my place. It would be better if you heard it from Win or Taeyong maybe even Irene or Suho but not me.”

“Why not you?” You see him change the gears while steering with his other hand.

“Because I’m Byun Baekhyun and I’m the last person you’d want to hear this from”

“I’d rather hear it from you, It hurts less if it’s the actual truth.” Stars twinkle outside and all around making it feel as though it’s falling right onto you.The car’s engine can be heard running and the gears being changed can be felt and heard from inside the car.

“There’s no going back now princess.” He turns to look at you with a slight frown.

“When you were born, everyone working for your parents feared for your life. You we’re your parents first and an only child, You were a miracle because your mom wasn’t capable of giving birth to you on her own but you made it. To everyone's surprise you were a girl, they wanted to keep you but they knew your life was endangered. Since well,” You heard him take a deep before he turned to look at you, “You’re the child of one of the biggest and strongest mafia groups out there”

And just with, that your world had stopped. Suddenly the sound of the engine and the sound of the running tires behind turned into silence. You could almost feel your own pulse and the blood slowly running through your veins.

You.. are the daughter of a mafia.

。・゜ ♡ ・。。・゜ ♡ ・。。・゜ ♡ 。・゜ ♡ ・。

✎ᝰ┆I was so nervous to post this, I will be going through and fix some errors ( ・∇・) It’s kind of sloppy forgive me, I was really nervous :’) But any who I hoped you enjoyed!💘

ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ¹⁰/²¹/¹⁹

#baekhyun imagine #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun series #mafia!baekhyun #racer!baekhyun #exo imagines #multifandom #byuniieo #lovely guardian

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leejeongz · 6 years

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Stray Kids ask you to the dance

😅admittedly I did read the ask wrong I’m so sorry! But I think it would have been hard to come up with unique scenarios for each member😅

Bang Chan:

Chan was worried that you thought he was too old or mature for your school dance but he wanted to prove you wrong. He knew you’d look amazing and he didn’t trust to crusty guys at your school for a start. When you returned to his dorms where you’d stayed for a few nights, he was busy occupying himself in bed on his laptop. When you came into him room, he put his laptop beside him and patted the space next to him so you’d sit with him. With your backs now propped up against his headboard, you and chan didn’t stop talking till 9pm. When you decided it was actually time to hit the hay, that’s when he popped the question. You had just got up to go brush your teeth when he grabbed your wrist.

“oh y/n I meant to ask you, do wanna go with me to the dance? You don’t really have a choice but yeah, my suit is navy by the way”

In response you scoffed but you were really so happy.

“And will you be my bf/gf too?”

Needless to say you went to that dance as a couple and no other boy even looked at you while he was around.

Woojin:

Your birthday was coming up and your best friend Woojin wanted to make it special. Coincidentally it was also on the day as the annual dance at school. Woojin knew what he had to do to make this a birthday you’d never forget. You’d explained to him hundreds of times that you didn’t want to go to the dance but he had an offer that would make you change your mind in a flash.

“I know you don’t want to go to the dance, but I’ve also heard that there’s someone you really want to go with”

Shit he knew. You told a friend in your class about your crush on Woojin but you didn’t expect her to tell him, especially since they never usually spoke.

“So what if I asked you to come with me?” He asked knowing exactly what your answer would be.

When you responded he smiled shyly. He didn’t really know where the confidence came from but when he was around you he was comfortable to say what was on his mind.

Lee Know:

Dance was Minho’s life, he never stopped dancing. After your school day he invited you to watch one of his dances that he choreographed. You happily agreed and thought about it all day. You knew he’d look handsome and you weren’t wrong. Sweaty Minho was the best thing you’d ever seen. The dance was amazing, of course it was, there was never a doubt that it wouldn’t be.

“Is this for a new song?” You asked, getting excited for his group’s comeback that was happening soon.

“Nope, it’s for the dance at your school, I agreed to perform there with the boys but I guess I need something more from your school for me to fully commit. It’s kind of shaming if I don’t have it since I’ve told the boys how much I wanted it for so long” he said making you pretty confused

“What do you want from them? They won’t pay you Minho”

“Oh it’s not that, you go to that school right? So I guess I want to go with you... and obviously you’ll agree”

(My minho biased self is shaking at this gif take it away)

Changbin:

You never saw Changbin in a tough light like he’d always made himself out to be. Especially not when he wore a baby pink hoodie to your house that was fluffy inside and out just so that you could wear it. He took it off and handed it to you with a suspicious smile on his face. You slipped it on and immediately felt its warmth, even more so since Changbin has worn it before you. His scent was imbedded onto it and it made you the happiest person alive. You quickly slipped your hand into the pockets at the front but took them back out again after feeling a small folded piece of paper. You handed it to him but he rejected it, telling you to read it with a hopeful look on his face.

“My dear y/n, I wouldn’t normally do this but because it’s you I don’t care. Will you go to the dance with me?” The note read.

You screamed internally before throwing your arms around him exclaiming “yes” very loudly.

Changbin turned shy afterwards but soon snapped out of it when you told the members that you were now gonna keep Changbin under control like they needed.

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin were working on a class project at your house. Your parents were out and your siblings were doing something that you didn’t even want to ask about. There was supposed to be 3 of you but the other called sick, claiming they’d been throwing up since 3am when really Hyunjin told them that he wanted to be alone with you. It was almost finished as you stuck the final pieces to the colourful poster when your hand accidentally brushed against his when reaching for the glue spreader. You thought he didn’t noticed and continued to glue down the paper when he looked over at you.

“Y/n, you just made my heart explode and you didn’t even make a fuss, rude”

You stood puzzled for a while then realised that this was his confession. A vibrant shade of red now found its way to your cheeks as his blushed just the same.

“Hyunjin, what if we tested us out first, I don’t want to rush” you asked not wanting to seem too forward even though you wanted to kiss him there and then.

“Go to the dance with me then? After I bust my moves you’ll fall even more in love with me I promise” he explained not faltering once.

Han:

You rarely got to see Jisung at school anymore. He was busy working with stray kids or just on his own making sure everything was perfect for their next comeback. You decided to surprise him at the studio one Saturday with food and your notes so he wouldn’t fall behind. You’d never seen him so tired. His eye bags were extremely noticeable and he looked as if he’d been crying. As soon as you walked in he got up and hugged you like never before. There was so much emotion in just a simple hug.

“What’s wrong Jisung?” You asked, concerned for him while his head was still buried in your neck.

“I need a break, it’s becoming too much. I can’t even see my friends anymore” he broke down, something you never expected to see.

“What would make you feel better?”

“To go to the dance this Friday, with you” to that, you couldn’t say no.

Felix:

You messed up the pizza cooking, again. All you had to do was put it in the oven since ordering pizza is wayyyy too expensive, but that was obviously too much difficult. No need to worry however, Felix to the rescue. He cut off all the burnt bits and squeezed out the right amount of dip and whilst he was doing that you waited by the counter and watched. He was so beautiful. He finished the fixing work and presented it to you. You went to grab the tray with the pizzas on and you accidentally grabbed his hand. He looked up at you, still not letting go of his hand in pure shock and laughed slightly.

“Well this is awkward” you pointed out while laughing slightly.

“Hm get used to it y/n, you want to go to the dance with me, I know” he confidently stated, puffing out his chest. “And when we dance we have to hold hands”

“Well you’re not wrong” you admitted and started to walk into the living room where all the boys were sat watching wherever just unfolded between you two.

Seungmin:

Pacing his room instead of studying, seungmin thought of casual but inventive ways to ask you to the dance. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, he knew you wouldn’t enjoy it and realistically neither would he. He thought of inviting you to the dorm but no doubt Jisung would mess it up. Instead he showed up at your door at 10pm. You didn’t mind because well the guy you liked was thinking about you at 10pm who would have thought it? He asked you to sit outside with him but it was too cold plus your parents would probably have killed you so he just settled for standing by the door. He refused to go in incase your parents were there and he had to ask you in front of them.

“So y/n,” he said, swiping his foot across the floor “about the dance”

“What about it Minnie?” You questioned knowing where it was going but needing to hear it from him.

“You wanna go... with me?” He finished with a sweet smile that got that little bit sweeter when you agreed.

Jeongin:

The idea of going to his final high school dance was daunting enough, all the social interaction and the tears and everything but was even more daunting was asking you to go with him. You were complaining to him a few days ago, since you were so close, that you didn’t have a date. Sure a lot of guys asked you but you only wanted 1. Today was the day Jeongin had planned to asked you. He didn’t even eat his breakfast he was so nervous. When you met at school he was more excitable than usual, pretty much jumping up and down on the spot. At lunch time he spotted you sitting alone, saving a seat for him with your bag. He removed your bag from the seat opposite you and started to giggle.

“Y/n don’t freak out but will you go to prom with me?”

At first you didn’t reply out of pure shock. Your crush just asked you out wtffff.

“Yes Jeongin of course I will”

After this he let out a huge breathe and slowly relaxed and started to engage in a normal conversation for the first time that week.

(Wow changbin SAME)

Gifs aren’t mine

#stray kids imagine #stray kids reaction #stray kids #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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khadij-al-kubra · 6 years

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I’m Still Here (a songfic oneshot)

Pairing: None (maybe Moxiety if you squint)

Characters: (Human AU) Virgil, Logan, Patton, Roman, Dr. Picani, Duncan (Deceit), Jamal, Dariana, Alma (OC)

Warnings: mentions of considered suicide, self hate, abandonment

Summary: A year ago, Vigil couldn’t have imagined himself being alive, let alone accepted as he was and happy. But here we was, and on the anniversary of the day he decided to start truly living, he plans to show it to his little corner of the world.

Author’s Note: Hey friends! I’ve had this idea in mind for a while and really just wanted to get it out there. I’ve always loved the film Treasure Planet and the main song from it, but it wasn’t until recently when I heard the song again that I realized it could tell another kind of story. I tried to do as much justice as possible but I am not myself trans or part of the lgbt community. So if I got anything wrong or could’ve done anything better please let me know. As always feel free to leave a comment in the messages or reply if you have any notes or constructive critiques. I’m always open to writing advice. Enjoy!

AO3

Knowing who you are and coming to terms with it is one thing. Actually getting to be who you truly are without fear and loving yourself is a whole other, much harder thing. As far back as he could remember Virgil had always known two things about himself with absolute intuitive certainty: that he was an anxious mess and that he was a boy. Even without being consciously aware of what gender was specifically, he always felt that way on the inside. It wasn’t until he was five or six and his mom kept forcing him to wear too tight pigtails and poofy dresses that he realized the rest of the world didn’t see him that way; that his outside didn’t match the inside. He hated it and himself.

As he got older he allowed himself small acts of defiance. He insisted on wearing pants when he could and cut his long black hair short. He always insisted on people calling him ‘V’ instead of ‘Victoria.’ His parents weren’t trilled about their child being an introverted sarcastic tomboy that played guitar all day instead of a polite, sweet, studious young lady, but they still loved him. Or rather, they loved Victoria. Virgil learned to hide who he really was, got good at keeping quiet and playing the part as long as it kept his parents happy and himself safe. It was a miserable time in his life. He hated his body, hated his mind, and hated himself; that he longed to have the simple luxury of being his true self, knowing it was impossible. One day, Virgil decided he didn’t want to live this way anymore.

That had been two years ago.

“Yo, Virgil! You still with us man?” Jamal asked, breaking Virgil out of his thoughts.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry ‘bout that dude,” he said to the keyboard player.

“No worries. You just don’t usually get all spaced out like that during rehearsals.”

“Guess I’m trying to channel my inner Ziggy Stardust,” Virgil said, smirking at his band mate.

“That’s not exactly our usual sound,” said their drummer Dariana. She was sitting in Jamal’s lap, lightly scratching the back of her boyfriend’s fro. “But hey, I guess it kind of works for this particular song.”

“Just make sure your head stays in the music,” Duncan droned as he adjusted the strings on his bass. “After all, you’re the one who insisted we do a cover of this song for the talent show instead of one of our own songs. Or begged is more like it.”

“Easy Duncan,” Jamal warned the other musician. “I’d like to get through one rehearsal without you two going at each other.”

“I’m just saying the talent show is this Friday. If our fearless leader is going to make us learn a whole new song in so short a time,” Duncan threw daggers at Virgil with his brown and green eyes, “the least he can do is stay focused during rehearsal.”

Virgil fought the urge to hiss at the Nirvana t-shirt clad teen. The guy was a sarcastic snake in the grass at times, but there was no denying his musical skills. He was an important part of the band, so he tried to keep the peace most days. And to be fair, he wasn’t wrong in this instance. Virgil has been so adamant for them all to learn this song in time for the school talent show. The least he could do was put 110% of his focus into practice.

“Yeah, yeah. I gotcha. No more daydreaming ‘till we’re done.” Virgil promised.

“And hey! We’ve nearly got it finished,” said Dariana as she returned to her drum set. “And it’s only taken, what, three hours?”

Virgil smirked at her subtle call-out to him. He knew she was tired, as was he. Still, his anxiety at possibly being off key or hitting a sour note the night of the show made him push them all to practice even more than usual. This performance was too important to him.

“Alright, let’s pick it back up from the bridge, run through the song two more times and then we’ll call it quits.” said Virgil.

“After we do our ritual for good luck,” Jamal said. “It is the night of the full moon. Gotta get as much of that good energy as we can from Gaia.”

“Of course,” said Virgil. He already had the three spell candles, quarts and incense in his backpack. “Can’t forget that.”

He waited for Dariana to count them in. She clicked her drumsticks together, “One-two-three-four!”

Virgil lost himself in the music as he always did, giving his band mates full attention. After the four Wiccan teens completed the small ceremony they went their separate ways. Well, save for Duncan, since their rehearsal space was in his garage. Yet another reason Virgil tried to keep things civil with him. It wasn’t his fault their personalities clashed harder than a cymbal.

On the long bus ride to the apartment he now called home, Virgil put on his large headphones to block out the rest of the world. It was the easiest ways to relax and not let the anxiety of being in a crowded public vehicle overwhelm him. As the music played and the streets passed him by outside the window, Virgil found himself looking back on where he’d started. He almost couldn’t believe it sometimes. Two years…Two years since the night he wanted to end his life and the same night where a chance encounter had convinced him not to…

…That night Virgil had waited till his parents were fast asleep. Not that he thought they’d miss him (he was never the daughter they wanted him to be) but still, he wanted to spare them the unpleasant sight. Sometime between the witching our and 3am he snuck out the bedroom window and made his long walk to the high wooded hill on the borderline of their small town. He didn’t go there anymore, but at the time that had been Virgil’s safe retreat where he could go to think or cry. He and the occasional summer potheads only ever occupied it. It had been a crisp autumn night and the stars were in their full radiant splendor. He’d at least wanted something beautiful to see in his last moments on Earth.

When he got the top of the hill, the last thing he’d expected to find was someone else already there. It was some guy around his age, and he had been sitting just a few feet away from the cliff’s edge. In all honesty, at the time, Virgil was both surprised and thoroughly pissed. He had been trying to avoid witnesses. Virgil must have stepped on a branch or something, because suddenly the guy was alerted to his presence. When he turned around Virgil froze. Even with only the light of the half moon he recognized the dark hair, piercing blue eyes and glasses. It was a classmate of his from school. Since he was still just a freshman Virgil had never plucked up the courage to talk to him, or anyone else really for that matter. Plus the guy always seemed to be stuck nose deep in his studies. Yet there seemed to be a look of recognition in the others’ face.

“Good evening,” he said, like some figure straight out of a gothic novel.

“Uh…hey,” said Virgil. He pulled up the hood of his purple sweater.

“I hadn’t expected anyone else to be out here tonight, let alone know about this spot,” the guy said, pushing up his glasses. He didn’t seem annoyed however. If anything he sounded curious, yet there was something soothing about his deep voice. “Would you like to join me?”

Virgil watched him pat the spot next to him. It would’ve looked weird if he refused, since he clearly came up there with a purpose. So Virgil opted to sit down for the time being. Besides, given how late it was, the guy was bound to leave at some point.

“You’re in my chemistry class, right?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” said Virgil.

“I thought so. Yet I don’t believe we’ve ever properly spoken before. I’m Logan Sanders. And you are?”

Virgil looked down at the held out hand. How could a guy come off as so formal yet open at the same time? Not wanting to be rude, Virgil took his hand, cold from the night air.

“I’m Vic—“ He gulped. Well, if this was gonna be his last night, might as well let himself be honest for once. What’s he have to lose? “…Virgil. Virgil Yang”

Logan didn’t let go or look at him in disgust, but his eyebrows did shoot up. Virgil pulled his hand back, not aware of the softening look on Logan’s face.

“Ah. I see. Well then, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Virgil.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I don’t look and sound like a typical guy—“

“Perhaps your biology may not match your gender. However that doesn’t negate how you perceive yourself to be on a soul level. If you say you are a boy, which I assume so given the masculine name, unless you are non-binary, then frankly it’s no right of mine to refute it,” Logan said matter-of-factly.

There were a lot of words there, a few of which had confused Virgil at the time. But the basic gist he gleaned was that he had been honest about who he was, and instead of receiving disgust or hatred, Logan had taken it in stride. No one had ever treated Virgil that way before.

“I’m a guy.” It felt like such a stupid response, but saying it out loud had felt like a boulder being tossed off his chest.

“Well then there it is.” said Logan with a small smile.

Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat. “Y-yeah I guess…Thanks.”

“Of course. So I realize this is none of my business, but out of curiosity might I ask what brings you up here tonight?”

Jeez, he really did speak too old for someone his age. “I should be asking you the same thing.”

Classic deflective technique. Logan scrutinized him but didn’t press. In his eyes, there was almost a silent yet pained understanding.

“Fair enough. I happen to enjoy coming out here from time to time to look at the stars and wait to make my pre-dawn prayers. It’s quite relaxing to do so in nature, especially before the weather becomes too cold.”

“Pre-dawn prayers?” Virgil asked.

“Indeed. My faith requires Muslims like me, although mind you I am only a recent convert, to perform five daily prayers so as to facilitate a constant mindfulness of God in our daily lives,” Logan explained.

“No offense but I wouldn’t have pegged you as the religious type. Not that I’m judging or anything!” Virgil added quickly. “I mean, it’s not something I vibe on myself, but if it’s your thing, that cool I guess. You just seem all scientific and logical and stuff.”

“Valid assumption, but false. On the contrary, it is possible for science and spirituality to go hand in hand, so to speak. After all, science is the study of the structure and behavior of the physical world around us, even to the unseen subatomic level, and adequately submitting to it. And what is faith other than the study of and submission to an unseen divine force greater that oneself?” Virgil caught the gleam of excitement in Logan’s eyes as he spoke. “Additionally, some of the greatest scientific minds emerged from the Islamic world. For example, did you know that one of the greatest astronomers in history was a Muslim?”

Virgil perked up at that part. “Astronomy?”

When he told Logan that astronomy was his all time favorite subject, the guy went into full-on nerd mode. They started talking about their favorite constellations and the stories behind them. Logan talked about his favorite astronomers and Virgil listened with wrapped interest, captivated by the other’s enthusiasm. Somehow this led to Logan telling Virgil about his theories on how God was actually a They/Them/Their and not an all powerful cis-white He or even a She since God was beyond the human concepts of gender, race, or sexuality. It was so out there and beyond anything Virgil had ever been exposed to, yet it was just so damn wild and interesting to listen to Logan ramble on about it. The more they talked the less Virgil thought about the reason why he’d gone up there in the first place.

Even when Logan stopped to pray, using the small rug he’d brought with him, Virgil didn’t move from his spot. He watched Logan pray or looked back up at the stars. They really had been beautiful that night. Not even that, however, compared to the otherworldly beauty of when the sun finally started to rise. It wasn’t like Virgil had never seen a sunrise before, but something about that one was different. Like the volume on the world around him was turned up yet there was a comfortable silence to it all as well. It broke the walls inside of Virgil’s heart and released the toxic black flood that had been swelling up inside of him for years.

When Logan, having been long done with his prayers, saw Virgil cry he didn’t say anything. Didn’t try to cheer him up or pull back in confused discomfort. Instead he placed a still yet gentle hand on Virgil’s shoulder and sat with him until he’d cried himself out. Even after Virgil calmed down Logan didn’t try to get him to open up about why he’d suddenly started sobbing. Instead he only asked if Virgil felt better. He had. Then Logan offered him a ride back to town on the back of his bike. To his surprise, Virgil took up the offer. He no longer felt as tired as he had on the climb up, but he had felt physically exhausted. He longed for his bed and a good breakfast of rice and eggs with some kimchi. Virgil had taken one last look at the cliff before following Logan down the hill. He could always try again if he needed to, he had reasoned. Death wasn’t going anywhere.

It was because of that one chance encounter that he’d lived to see another day, and more to come.

After that night on the cliff Logan started to talk to him more at school. As nervous as he was at first, Virgil slowly allowed the logical nerd into his small world. They sat together at lunch in comfortable silence, or occasionally got into debates that were admittedly pretty fun. They were both freshman so they had a lot of the same classes. They’d hang out in the library after school or do homework at Logan’s house where his mom would invite Virgil to stay for dinner. Sometimes when Virgil was having a panic attack Logan would be able to help calm him down. They never brought up the cliff again, yet Virgil knew without asking that –if he wanted him to–Logan would be there to listen. One day Logan suggested, albeit in his straightforward way, that Virgil join him at the school’s LGBTQ Club meetings after school. That was also the day Virgil learned his Muslim friend was Bi. The club was also where Virgil would meet his other soon to be two best friends, Patton (the pansexual club president) and Roman (the gayer than the Yule Tide vice president).

It was because of Logan that he’d found a community and his first real friends.

The more Virgil went to the LGBTQ Club meetings, the more he got to understand the part of his identity that he’d tried to hide away for so long. Virgil was especially drawn to Patton, who’d been the first to welcome Virgil with open arms. Not only was the guy super frigging cute (not that he’d ever admit it out loud) but also the curly haired freckle faced boy was so incredibly warmhearted! Everything about him radiated comfort and kindness and understanding. Perhaps it was because he’d been born blind, but Patton had a way of seeing people (a pun the guy used way too often) for who they were beneath the surface. He slowly got Virgil to open up more about his parents and himself. Patton was an ever-patient listener. The practicing Buddhist had even started teaching Virgil meditation as a way to help calm his thunderstorm mind, and it did help. Later on Patton convinced Virgil to talk wit his father, who also happened to be the school’s guidance councilor, to see if maybe he could help with some of the things he had been dealing with for so long on his own.

It was because of Patton that he’d found hope.

Roman had taken longer to warm up to, since there were both so similar and different at the same time. However, once they got past the snarky banter and discovered a mutual love of Disney and Sondheim, they’d become great friends. When he officially came out as FtM transgender, Roman had been his biggest supporter. Anytime some idiots gave him a hard time in school or threatened him, Roman was there to defend him and tell the others off. He’d convinced his parents to let Virgil stay at his house the first week after being kicked out. Granted, Roman hadn’t told his Sephardic Jewish parents why his skinny goyim friend from school needed a place to stay (he wasn’t exactly ‘out’ at home yet), but they didn’t press. All they knew was that their son’s friend needed help and lots of big meals. So they welcomed Virgil until he’d found a more permanent place to stay. After that, Roman and Virgil had become brothers. Later on the actor introduced him to other musicians, artists, books and plays that were all LGBT centric in an attempt to help him through his trans journey. (“It’s important to keep up with fellow gay icons, especially when you plan to be the next NPH.”) For the first time Virgil saw himself in other’s, saw that he wasn’t alone. He began to think that, hey, if other people made it through okay –had even made an impact in people’s lives– maybe he could too.

It was because of Roman that he’d found his self worth.

Once the drama king had learned of Virgil’s interests and talent in music, he convinced him to be part of the band for the school’s musical. That was where he’d met Jamal, Dariana and Duncan. After learning they all shared a love of punk rock music and were each practicing wiccans, the four teens decided to form their own band. Of course Virgil had been nervous at first and never failed to get stage fright before performing. Yet whenever he got up behind a microphone, guitar in hand and started to sing, he felt a strange sense of calm. When he performed, Virgil couldn’t be anywhere else but in the now and he loved that. On top of that, because he had not only a good voice but also a fairly low one for someone of his, uh, biology, he passed easier as a boy in the audiences’ eyes. Over time the Children of Hecate found their sound and became local favorites. Sure they’d only played at school dances and local open mic nights, but it was a start. This one guy Remy who owned a coffee shop down town even paid them to perform twice a month to get in a younger crowd.

It was because of their band that he’d found his voice…

…The shuddering jerk of the bus shook Vigil from his memories. Good thing too, or else he would’ve missed his stop. Really gotta work on not zoning out on public transportation. The last thing he wanted was to end up in some part of town that wasn’t familiar. His nerves would never survive.

The apartment was only a block away form the bus stop. He climbed up the stairs (elevators freaked him out too much), got to the door, took out his spare key and went inside kicking off his boots. The smell of garlic pasta and cookies welcomed him, as did the sound of jazzy Studio Ghibli music renditions. The Picani household never ceased to be a warm and inviting safe haven for him.

“I’m home,” Virgil called out.

“Hiya Virgil!” Patton said, popping his head out from the kitchen.

Virgil noticed he was wearing an apron. Must’ve been helping his Ren out in the kitchen again. It always made Virgil nervous thinking about Patton being in the kitchen when he couldn’t properly see the appliances or the stove. Yet Patton insisted, and admittedly has proven, that he’s perfectly capable of cooking so long as someone else is with him.

“Hey Patton. I’m at the door,” said Virgil, letting the other boy follow his voice.

Patton didn’t need his cane when at home, and he maneuvered around the apartment like a pro. He reached out to Virgil and enveloped the young musician in a big hug.

“How was band practice?” asked Patton when they broke apart.

“Went pretty well. The song’s coming along good and Duncan and me only snapped at each other once. New record.”

“Helloooo nurse!” Shouted Dr. Emile Picani as he popped in from down the hall in all his pink haired glory. “Glad to see ya got home safe Virgil.”

“That makes two of us Doc,” he said.

Virgil set his bag and guitar case down before letting himself be caught in a big hug from the school guidance counselor. Even his hugs were as animated as the cartoons he loved.

“Did I hear you two talking about that new song you’re planning for the talent show? I hope it’s the Disney one you were obsessed with a while back?”

It had been sometime last month when Virgil, Patton and Picani had sat down for one of their Disney movie marathons. They’d put on Treasure Planet, which until then Virgil had never seen. Not only did he love the protagonist, story, and animation, but also the song just spoke to him. Even though the lyrics weren’t about the struggles he’d gone through necessarily, they still spoke to Virgil on a personal level. He’d listened to it on repeat for weeks. That’s how he got the idea to sing it with his band for the talent show after he found out the date.

“Yep. The very same.”

“Exellent,” said Picani in a semi-good Stewie Griffin voice. “Such a great song from a highly underrated movie. I mean seriously, it’s about pirates in SPACE! HOW is that not more popular?!”

“Oh dear,” said a bright voice from the kitchen. “When my partner starts going on a Disney rant is when I come to the rescue.”

Patton’s Ren came out of the kitchen, wiping their hands with a dishrag. Virgil squinted to see the pronouns necklace they wore. Today was a ‘she’ day. As much as she teased the grown man about his cartoon obsessions she really was no better. The long blue winter skirt, black legging and white cashmere sweater she wore made her look practically like Belle incarnate. Save for the cropped curly blonde hair that Patton shared.

“Hello Vigil, welcome back,” she said, pulling him gently into a hug.

“Hey Alma,” said Virgil, returning the embrace. The Picanis were the only people that Virgil let hug him. “Dinner smells great.”

“Thank you! Should be ready soon. If you could help me set the table after you wash up I’d really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” he said. Helping out was the absolute least Virgil could do.

“Oh I can’t wait to hear your band play this Friday!” Alma said. “I’ve got the perfect suit to wear for your special night and everything. Even found myself a nice galaxy tie to go along with your space song’s theme.”

“I’m sure you’ll look killer Alma.”

“Don’t forget, Roman’s gonna be in it too,” said Patton. “We’ve gotta show him our love and support also.”

“Well now that goes without saying sweetheart.”

Suddenly Patton started sniffing the air. “Uhh Renny, did the timer go off? ‘Cause I smell smoke.”

“My cookies!” She rushed back to the kitchen. Virgil, Patton and Picani barely held back their giggles.

Virgil really owed the Picanis more than he’d ever be able to repay. When Patton finally convinced Virgil to start seeing his dad for counseling about his anxiety issues, it opened up a new door for him. The hilarious, fun loving, yet surprisingly wise Dr. Emile Picani had given Virgil tools to help manage his mental health issues. Not only that but over time he gave him even more. His office became a safe haven when he had panic attacks or just needed quiet. Picani got Virgil to open up more about his sexuality and body dysmorphia after revealing he was non-binairy (although he tended to favor he/they pronouns). Pretty soon Virgil saw the man as a second father figure. After Patton had told his dad about how Virgil’s parents kicked him out and he was temporarily staying with Roman, Picani immediately told Virgil to pack his things and that he was more than welcome to stay with them. No room for arguments. His partner had been equally as welcoming to Virgil after hearing his story. She even went out and bought Virgil his first binder for his birthday. The Picanis went the extra mile to researched ways for him to get testosterone shots after he revealed he wanted to start transitioning. They gave him a roof, food, comfort, and a place of belonging.

It was because of them that he’d found his freedom.

They spent dinner with the usual boisterous chatter and laughter, Virgil chipping in with his own quieter comments every now and then. Afterwards he and Patton cleaned up and worked on homework together. Then they watched cartoons with Picani before Alma told them to get to bed. All three of them. They whined but did as they were told.

Virgil lay on his futon and stared up at the ceiling thinking. In just a few days it will have been a year since Virgil came out. A year since he started transitioning; now he was more than halfway through the treatments. A year that he found himself happier than he ever would’ve dreampt possible. He fell asleep repeating one thought in his mind like a prayer...I’m Still Here…

* * * * *

The next day at school went by as usual. Virgil and Patton got a ride there with Picani, Virgil tried to stay awake during his first two periods, and Logan nudged him awake during third and fourth period classes. To all of their delight Logan, Roman, Patton and him shared the same lunch period this year, so the four juniors sat at their usual table. Logan and Roman got into some debate or other, Virgil sat back to enjoy the show, and Patton threw in a couple of puns while also reminding Virgil to actually eat his lunch. Then they split up and Virgil went to spend his free period with Picani in the councilors office. Afterwards he spent the last two classes with Roman. All in all, it was a pretty solid day. That is, until the last bell rang.

“Oh come on! Okay, I’ll admit you have a point about the dark undertones of Sleeping Beauty and Peter Pan and Snow White, but it can’t be possible for ALL of the Disney films to have sinister hidden messages.” Roman said, slamming his locker next to Virgil’s for emphasis.

“Come on Pricy, have you ever read the original fairy tales those movies are based off of?” Virgil asked as they walked down the hall. “It’s some seriously dark shit!”

“I’m telling Patton you said a bad word,” Roman said in a teasing sing-song tone, dramatically draping his red letterman jacked over one shoulder.

“Don’t you dare rat on me to Patton.” Virgil gave his best black eye-lined glare.

“Aww what’s the matter chemically imbalanced romance, afraid of getting on his bad side?” Roman teasingly ruffled Virgils purple dyed hair, knowing he hated it.

“If he even has one,” Virgil muttered, smiling softly at the thought of his sweet and wholesome friend.

“You know Virgil, one of these days you’re really going to have to tell Patton that you like—“

Roman shut up suddenly. Virgil was grateful for it, because Patton and Logan were both coming their way from the opposite hall. Logan’s black and blue flannel clad arms were loaded with three our four books and Patton was tapping his walking cane along the hall.

“Uh-oh! Guess you’d better start calling me Beetlejuice, ‘cause I swear I heard my name three times,” Patton beamed. “Hi Roman! Hi Virgil!”

“Salutations again you two,” said Logan.

“Hey guys.”

“’Sup?”

“Did we interrupt your conversation?” asked Logan.

“Nah, just the usual banter,” said Roman.

The four of them walked out the school together, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. The leaves had already turned a multitude of red and orange colors. There was a slight chill in the wind that felt sharp in Virgil’s lungs every time he breathed. He was grateful for his usual attire of skinny jeans and his favorite hoodie.

“Jeepers, I’m gonna make myself a nice hot chocolate when I get home,” said Patton to Virgil. “My knees are freezing!”

“I told you it was too cold for a skirt today Pat,” said Virgil.

As usual Patton was clad in one of his soft slightly oversized sweaters. However, instead of his usual jeans, that morning he’d opted for one of the knee length skirts he occasionally wore. Ordinarily Virgil enjoyed seeing Patton in a skirt every now and then (even if it did make his gay brain short circuit), but this time around it was definitely not weather appropriate and he was worried about Patton catching a cold.

“Well it was pretty warm this morning, and I really felt like wearing something cute and comfy that I could twirl in,” said Patton. “I didn’t think it’d get so cold.”

“On the contrary Patton, it shouldn’t be all that surprising given that it is currently 53 degrees out and mid-October,” said Logan, adjusting his glasses.

“Sheesh Logan, you can’t ever let me skirt around a subject, can you?” They all laughed save for Logan, who groaned at all of Patton’s puns.

“I keep telling you, listen to the weather reports the night before,” Roman said.

“I guess, but why bother when it’s easier to just stick my head out the window every morning?” asked Patton.

“Because that’s how you end up with cold knee caps,” said Virgil.

They all laughed good-naturedly at that. Patton tried to pout but he could never keep from smiling very long and laughed along with them. Virgil soaked up every second of it, never letting himself forget just how close he’d come to missing out on moments like these. He smiled at his best friends.

“You’ve been in a rather good mood today Virgil,” said Logan.

“Yes, I noticed that too,” said Roman. “Far less brooding than usual.”

“Guess I’m just looking forward to this Friday,” he shrugged.

“Ah yes, the talent show! I myself shall be performing in it as well,” said Roman. “I plan to do a dramatic reenactment of Lewis Caroll’s brilliant poem The Jabberwocky. It shall be epic!”

“I’m sure it will,” Logan said, rolling his eyes. Virgil snickered.

“And of course I’ll be back in the audience in time to see you and the other Children of Hecate perfume Virgil.“

“As will I.”

“Yep! I can’t wait. Dad and Renny are gonna be coming too don’t forget. So save us some seats.”

“Will do Pat.”

“Speaking of performances, I’d better get home so I’ll have time to practice before my mom and nana rope me into helping her cook again,” said Roman.

“Hey tell Nana Reina I said ‘hi’. Oh, and that I miss her cooking,” said Virgil.

“Will do. Farewell friends,” said Roman, heading towards the buses.

“Speaking of parental units, I’d better be going,” said Logan. “My father should be here to pick me up soon. He’s promised to take me to the planetarium after school before he leaves for his business trip. Farewell.”

“Bye Lo!”

“Later.”

Virgil was happy to see his nerdy friend so excited, but the mention of quality bonding time with a parent made him cringe. When was the last time he’d ever had quality time with his own parents, even before that painful night.

He only came out to him because the LGBT Club and sessions with Picani had filled him with foolish courage and hope. After all, they were his parents and loved him. They’d never been unkind or strict unless it came to school. He didn’t expect they would understand, but maybe they would still accept him. How wrong he had been.

Not only had his parents looked at him like a stranger, like a thing, but his dad told Virgil he’d have five minutes to pack his things and leave. That Virgil was no child of his. Virgil could still remember tasting his own salty tears and the stone-cold tight-lipped glare on his father’s face. His mother hadn’t said anything against Virgil; she hadn’t said anything. But she didn’t defend Virgil or stand up to his dad either. Only looked at him with confusion and disappointment. That was enough. Did they even ever miss him? Of course not. They hate you, otherwise they would’ve invited you back home a long time ago. Virgil sighed, knowing that the thoughts in his head were probably right this time.

“You okay Virge?” asked Patton, his brow creased with worry.

“Yeah Pat. Stellar. Come on, let me walk you to the car. Your dad’s probably waiting for you there,” said Virgil, gently holding the other’s elbow.

“Aww that’s sweet of you Virgil, but don’t you have to get to band practice?”

“I’ve got a few minutes to spare.”

They walked to the parking lot together in comfortable silence. That is, until Patton spoke up again.

“Alright kiddo, what’s really eating at you? And I know something is. I hear you sighing,” said Patton.

Virgil sighed. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

“I might not be able to tell when your lying the way Toph can with her feet, but I’m not as blind to you as you think.“

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Ugh. You’ve been hanging around your dad too much.”

Patton giggled, but then grew somber. “Seriously though Virgil, what’s wrong? Is it about your parents?”

Virgil stopped in shock, nearly tripping up Patton. He turned to his friend, looking into his light milky blue eyes. “H-how did you—“

“I heard you sigh the first time after Roman and Logan started talking about their families. And I know Friday is the anniversary of the day you came out to them. Wasn’t hard to piece together after that.” Patton gently reached for Virgil’s hand and gave a squeeze. “Are you still thinking about inviting them?”

Virgil let out a groan/sigh combo. He immediately regretted telling Patton about that. It had been the briefest of thoughts. It was weird and painful because, as much as he never wanted to see his parents again, Virgil also missed them. They were his family after all. And he thought, maybe if they came they would change their minds. Or at the very least he could spite them. But two weeks had gone by since telling Patton about that and Virgil still hadn’t emailed either of them an invite.

“I don’t know Patton. Maybe it’s a bad idea. It was stupid of me to want…”

“I understand Virgil. I know that they hurt you, and I’ll be honest…I hate them for that.” That caught Virgil by surprise. “But even so, I know you still miss them. I hear you crying for them in your sleep sometimes down the hall. So maybe…maybe at least extending the olive branch would do you some good. Give you some peace of mind again.”

“Maybe you’re right. But I just…don’t know if I can forgive them. They don’t deserve it.”

He turned and saw Patton giving him a pained look of sorrow. He was guiltily glad that his best friend couldn’t see him cringing beneath that look.

“Maybe not,” Patton said after a moment. “But you do.”

A staccato car horn oddly in the melody of the Spongebob theme song sounded from a distance. They both turned to the source. No surprise, Virgil saw it coming from a volxwagon. Picani waved to them from the window.

Patton sighed loudly. “That’s my dad. We’ll see you at home later. Well, they’ll see you at home. I’ll hear you. You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, i’ll be fine. See you Pat,” said Virgil.

Patton gave him one last hug before heading off. His dad met him halfway and guided him to the car, helping him fold up the cane and buckle up. Virgil watched them drive away. Then he pulled on his headphones and blared the Treasure Planet theme song before going to meet Jamal, Dariana and Duncan at the bus stop. He needed to escape into some music.

Rehearsals went really well. Virgil was actually feeling pretty confident, and they still had two more nights left to rehears. On the bus ride back home however his mind circled back to what Patton had said. Forgive them for yourself… Maybe it was the healthier way to go but honestly, Virgil didn’t want that. He wanted to stay angry and bitter because that kept the sadness at bay. Or at least covered it up. It hurt to still feel that way and, frankly, he didn’t know if he was strong enough to forgive his parents even if he wanted to. Let alone send them an invite. It was easier just to stay bitter and angry. Virgil spent the rest of the bus ride doing his meditative breathing exercises. The last thing he needed was a panic attack in public.

When Virgil got back to the apartment after practice he was met with the usual welcoming arms. He didn’t join Patton and Picani in the tv room for cartoons, insisting he had a headache. Alma seemed like they’d wanted to talk to Virgil, but ultimately gave the teen his space. Virgil went to the rooftop with his backpack, hoping to distract himself with schoolwork. No luck there. He tossed the notebooks aside (he could get the notes he needed from Logan the next morning) and instead opted to give reading a chance to take his mind off things. He pulled out the worn out copy of Angles in America that Roman had let him borrow. He was nearly through Peretroika and it was getting good. But when he got to a line by the drag queen Belize he paused. Virgil sat up straight and re-read the lines about nine times. Then on the tenth, he read them aloud:

“’He was a terrible person. He died a hard death. So maybe…A queen can forgive her vanquished foe. It isn’t easy. It…It doesn’t count if its easy…It’s the hardest thing.” Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat before reading on. “Forgiveness. Which is maybe where love and justice finally meet. Peace, at least…”

He just sat there staring at the words on those yellowing pages, all to aware of his own breathing. Virgil may not have believed in some singular all-powerful God like Logan did, but he sure as hell believed in signs. After several long moments Virgil’s jaw set firm. He grabbed his things, went back downstairs to the Picani’s family computer, and typed out the hardest email of his life.

* * * * *

Friday rolled around and with it came the night of the high school’s talent show. Big surprise, Virgil was really anxious. Even the band’s pre-show ritual and meditation with lavender incense hadn’t helped to steady his nerves. They were dressed in their usual all black attire for performances but Virgil had kept his purple hoodie wrapped around the waist. He was fidgeting with the sleeves so much his fingers were starting to hurt.

“Virgil, relax! That pacing is making me dizzy,” said Dariana as she fiddled with the small crystals braided into her afro.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just—“

“Nervous,” said Jamal as he checked that their equipment was ready to go. They were the last act but the musician liked to be prepared. “We know. You always get like this before a gig, and we always kick ass anyway.”

“Yeah, and it’s not like we haven’t been rehearsing for weeks,” said Duncan. Yet even he cast the emo guitarist a sympathetic glance. “We’re bound to at least not suck.”

Virgil took a deep breath. “Thanks Duncan.”

“Whatever.”

It wasn’t just the usual pre-show nerves this time though. Virgil had done the unthinkable. He actually invited his parents to the show tonight. He honestly hadn’t expected them to show up (that had been his one consoling thought) but low and behold, he saw them in the audience from backstage. At least, he was pretty certain it was them. There weren’t exactly a lot of Korean parents in the audience, so who else could it have been? His mom had been shifting nervously in her seat, and beside her was his dad. Arms crossed and stone faced, yet there seemed to be hints of annoyance that shone through the chips in his armor. Yeah, not exactly thrilled about this either dad, Virgil thought bitterly. Still…they’d come.

As had the Picanis and Logan. They were all sitting together in the audience. Logan was reading through the cheaply printed playbill, Patton has his head slightly bowed so he could better listen to the different performances, and both the Doc and Alma had their eyes glued to the students on stage. It was as though they were proud parents of every one of those kids even if they weren’t their own. He could only imagine how they’d be when it was his turn. It warmed Virgil’s heart and made him smile for the first time all day.

Virgil was just finishing tuning his guitar when he heard applause from behind the curtain. Guess they really liked Roman’s enactment of that poem after all. To be fair, the guy was a gold star performer. Virgil had caught glimpses of it from backstage and it honestly was a pretty cool show.

“Children of Hecate, your on deck,” said a kid with a clipboard and wearing a Steven Universe t-shirt.

Roman burst through the curtain and came straight to Virgil. “Virgil! Did you see that? I had the crowed eating out of the palm of my hands.”

“Great job Roman. Seriously,” he said.

Roman’s smile faltered when he saw how nervous the rock musician looked. He placed a firm yet warm hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Hey, don’t sweat it Virge. You’re going to do great! I know it.”

Virgil smirked and clapped him on the back. “Thanks man.”

“I’m going to head into the audience. Hopefully Logan saved he a seat. Break a leg!”

He watched Roman go and then went back to his breathing exercises. The next act went by but was cut short when the kid tripped on his own juggling balls. At least whatever we do won’t be worse then that. Finally, they were up.

“Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals,” said the kid from backstage.

Virgil saw his dad cringing at that line. Screw you too.

“Here is your final act of the night. Give it up for Virgil, Duncan, Dariana, and Jamal; a.k.a. the Children of Hecate!!!”

The younger audience members who’d seen them perform before gave the loudest cheer (Roman was loudest of all). The other adults and strangers gave a polite applause. Virgil’s parents hadn’t even bothered with more than two or three stiff claps. Virgil stepped up to the mic and took a shaky breath. He did a test strum letting the strings vibrations ground him. You got this Virge. Remember why you’re here. Do it for you. He took one last breath before signaling Dariana to count them in.

Then, they played. The drums were like a steady grounding heartbeat, the rhythm of the base like a pulsing metronome in his mind, and the keyboards flowing melodies like the blood in his veins. His own guitar strings felt like thick blades of grass against his calloused fingertips, their music gently rooting him in the moment. When they played through the intro Virgil got close to the microphone and sang.

“I am a question to the world

Not an answer to be heard

Or a moment

that’s held in your arms.

And what

do you think you’d ever say?

I won’t listen anyway.

You don’t know me

and I’ll never be what you want

me to be.”

Virgil’s anxiety faded away into the music. He felt the vibrations coming off the state through his boots. Could hear his fellow band mates getting caught up in the swing of the performance, just as they always did. The muse of music was certainly with them all tonight.

“And what

do you think you’d understand?

I’m a girl, no, I’m a man!”

Virgil thumped his chest in emphasis on this line. It took a lot for him to make that small change to the lyric, but he was glad he’d decided to after all.

For the next part of the verse, Virgil looks directly at his parents. He pours all the hurt and betrayal built up over the past two years into the next lines.

“You can’t take me

and throw me away.” His dad’s face remains stony as ever, but Virgil catches his mom’s wince.

“And how

can you learn what’s never shown?

Yeah, you stand here on your own.

They don’t know me

‘Cause I’m not here.”

Virgil couldn’t bear to look at their faces anymore. So, he turned back to the audience as a whole, losing himself in the music.

“And I want a moment to be real.

Wanna touch things I don’t feel.

Wanna hold on

and feel I belong.

And how

can the world want me to change?

There the ones that stay the same.

They don’t know me

‘cause I’m not here.”

He turned towards where Roman, Logan, Patton Dr. Picani and his partner were sitting in the audience. Virgil knew the blind boy couldn’t see him, but he hoped that his friends could still feel him through the music. Moreover, he hoped Picani would understand how grateful Virgil was to him for everything the man had done for him.

“And you

see the things they never see.

All you wanted, I could be.

now you know me

and I’m not afraid.” Not anymore.

“And I

want to tell you who I am

Can you help me be a man?

They can’t break me

as long as I know who I am!”

Virgil did know who he was. That’s what got him this far, and even though it was hard, he hadn’t let the world break him. It came close, but thanks to the new friends in his life Virgil emerged stronger than the world. It’s like Picani was always telling him: Self-love is the greatest form of defiance.

“And I want a moment to be real.

Wanna touch things I don’t feel.

Wanna hold on

and feel I belong.

And how

can the world want me to change?

There the ones that stay the same.

They can’t see me

but I’m still here.”

Everyone could see him now for all that he truly was. And sure, there were still bigoted haters and idiots. Yeah, he was still pretty terrified a good 25-60% of the time. Even so, he wasn’t alone anymore.

Virgil gave the signal for Jamal and Duncan to get ready for the key change coming up after the bridge. That had been Dariana’s suggestion, since Virgil actually had the vocal range to pull it off, even with the testosterone shots shifting his voice. He took a breath to steady his nerves before picking the song back up again.

“They can’t tell me who to be…” Duncan played a short bass solo.

‘Cause I’m not what they see…” Dariana killed her drum solo.

Yeah, the world is still sleepin’ while I keep on dreaming for me…” Jamal rocked his short sharp chord progression.

“And there words are just whispers

and lies that I’ll never belieeeeve!”

Virgil couldn’t fight the smile that climbed up his face now. Not only had they nailed that key change, but also nearly the whole auditorium was cheering now. For a moment Virgil felt like he was standing on the edge of eternity, but instead of falling he was flying. He was happy. So impossibly happy! Virgil felt the tears slipping down his cheeks but managed to hold it together for the finish.

“And I

want a moment to be real.

Wanna touch things I don’t feel.

Wanna hold on

and feel I belong.

And how

can they say I never changed?

There the ones that stay the same.

I’m the one now

‘Cause I’m still here.” Virgil played a few quick yet slick guitar licks.

“I’m the one

‘cause I’m still here.

I’m still here!

I’m still heeeerrre….”

The song ended. He was in tears and no doubt his eye shadow was kind of a mess (although it probably added to the goth punk aesthetic). His heart soared even higher when the whole audience stood up in a wild applause and cheers. He spotted his friends and Picani being the most exuberant cheerers of all. Even Logan had abandoned his usual composure out of pride for his friend. The only ones who weren’t cheering so much were his parents. In fact, they weren’t even in their seats anymore. Virgil looked to the back of the auditorium and saw them talking to each other at the door. Virgil looked away. Yeah, it stung. But honestly, he didn’t care. He was happy. So unbelievably happy because he had done this even though it was hard.

“Well, guess we know who won the show,” said Duncan over the applause.

Virgil rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement, even smiling at the guy. They all took a final bow before the Steven Universe kid (oh right! That was Thomas from drama club) closed out the show. Virgil clambered off the stage and was immediately caught in a patented Patton hug.

“Virgil that was AMAZING!!!” Patton said with a squeal.

“We’re super proud of you buddy,” said Picani, joining in on the hug.

“You are kicked butt up there, sweetie,” said Alma as they added onto the hug.

“Thanks guy…but uh…need to breathe!”

“Oh, sorry!” They all said letting go.

“Seriously though Virgil, you sounded amazing,” Patton said as he squeezed Virgil’s hand, “I could practically hear how happy you were up there.”

“Patton,” Virgil held the boys hand in his own, grateful that Patton couldn’t see him blushing. “That may just be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Patton gifted him with the warmed of smiles. Virgil practically melted.

“Honestly Virge, I’m not even mad that your band won the show instead of me,” said Roman. “You all gave an Oscar worthy performance. Grammy? Either way, you kicked ass.”

“Language,” said both Patton and Alma.

“Indeed. While I don’t quite understand theatrics that was undeniably a fantastic performance,” said Logan. He clasped Virgil on the shoulder and gave a rare soft smile. “Tremendous job Virgil. You’ve really come so far.”

Virgil smiled back. “Thanks Logan. All of you, I—“

Someone cleared her throat and stepped into there little circle of light and love. Virgil stiffened, holding tight to Patton’s warm hands to ground himself.

“Mom?” he said, voice trembling.

“Hello Vic—Virgil,” she said. “I’m Mrs. Yang. Are you all Virgil’s friends?”

“Indeed ma’am,” said Logan, his eyes cold.

Roman took a protective step in front of Virgil. Patton, having now picked up on the sudden shift in the air, seemed to get the gist and did the same. He practically held his walking stick like a spear.

“Hey, hey, hey. Hakuna matata boys. I’ve got this,” said Picani.

He stepped in front of the teenagers and put on polite yet icy smile. Meanwhile Alma stood behind Virgil, their hands resting protectively on his shoulders. Picani extended a stiff hand towards Mrs. Yang.

“Do you how do? My name is Dr. Picani. I’m the school’s guidance councilor and, for the past year or so, your son’s guardian.”

To Vigil’s surprise, standing before the other adult, his mom looked…small. Not height wise but like on the inside. To her credit she politely, albeit awkwardly, shook his hand.

“I’m glad to know that my child’s been looked after,” she said.

“Well someone had to,” Alma said. Virgil had never heard so much venom coming out of their mouth before.

“May I speak with Virgil alone?” she asked. “Please?”

After a pause and a loud breath, Picani said, “Of course.”

“Dad!” Patton said.

“Come on fellas, lets give these two some privacy,” said Picani, corralling the reluctant teens away from their friend. “Virgil, we’ll be right over by the bake sale table if you need us.”

Virgil nodded to him, still a bit in shock. “Thanks Doc.”

Alma kissed the top of his head before going over to join their partner. Now that they were alone together Virgil felt the bitterness starting to creep back into his heart again. Despite this, he couldn’t help noticing just how nervous his mom looked. She was even fidgeting with her fingers in the same way he did. When did that start happening?

“You were wonderful up there,” she said finally. “I’ve never seen you so happy.”

Virgil scowled. “Yeah well, you haven’t exactly seen me in a while.”

She winced at his words. He hated how it made him feel both guilty and glad at the same time.

“I thought you were leaving with dad,” said Virgil.

At the mention of him, she stiffened her spine. There’s the mom he remembered.

“I told him he was free to leave on his own. I also told him that he should leave with his things and that he’s not welcome to come back home. Not until he was ready to live under the same roof as you.”

That took Virgil by surprise. “W-wh-what?”

“I want you to come back home Virgil,” she said, a sad smile on her face. “Everything’s already made up the way it was before. I mean, I-I added a few more, um, male intended furniture and re-painted the room so that it wasn’t so, uhh, pink. You still like purple, right? I didn’t expect you to say yes right away. I’ve been planning it for a while but I never—I-I didn’t know—but after seeing that email you sent I hoped…I even cleaned your room up today just in case…”

Virgil was speechless. Someone might as well have dropped kicked him in the gut, he would’ve been less surprised. He swallowed the cotton ball in his throat and managed one shaky word.

“Why?”

“I-I told you, I want you to come—“

“Why now!” Virgil seethed. It cam out sounding more sad than angry. “Why now?”

He hated just how desperate he sounded. Then again, his mom looked just as desperate, if not more. Hell, she looked about ready to cry. That quelled some of the embers in his temper.

“Because I’d rather have a happy son than a suicidal daughter! I miss you Virgil. Ever since that day the house—my life—has felt so empty without you in it. I admit, when you told me about…you…I was confused. I didn’t understand it, and quite honestly I still don’t. But you’re my child and I love you more than anything. I’m willing to bend and try to understand. I made a mistake and I’ll be spending the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Virgil, baby, p-please come home? C-can you ever f-forgive me?”

For the first time ever, Virgil saw his mother start to cry. He tried to ignore the stinging in his own eyes, just barely keeping a straight face. He took a deep breath, looked her in the eyes, and nodded his head yes.

Relief painted his mother’s face, as did a fresh wave of tears. She stepped hesitantly forward, arms open, and he filled the space between them. Virgil hadn’t realized how much he missed being held by his own mother. That did it.

“I’m still mad at you,” Virgil cried, “but I love you mom.”

“I love you too Virgil,” she wept. “My son.”

They held each other for the longest time. Over her shoulder Virgil looked at where Picani was watching concerned. He gave the councilor a thumbs up and the grown man visible sagged with relief. He nodded and smiled proudly at Virgil before talking to the others. Virgil would fill his friends in later. For now, he just wanted to be in the moment.

It wasn’t going to be easy starting over with his mother. Then again, when had anything in his life ever been easy? Even so, no matter what the world threw at him, Virgil had proven himself stronger.

He was alive, he was happy, and he was still here.

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reveriequill-rai · 4 years

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Blood Candy Chapter 6

(AH so sorry it’s been a minute lol)

Good news: I did actually wake up that morning.

Bad news: I missed the bus.

The first thing I did was check my phone. Well, this was standard procedure for me, but instead of checking Twitter, I checked my messages. My mom texted me at around 5am with this message:

“Hey, sweetheart. I know you’re probably asleep right now. I got in the house (I know you told me not to, but the cops said they’d be there around the time I would get back and I wanted to meet them there) and, of course, the first thing I did was check on you. I’m sure the relief I felt when I saw that you were alive is obvious, but that’s not the point of this message. I don’t mean to alarm you, but we got here at about 4:30am-ish and we couldn’t find Seb anywhere in the house. The police launched an investigation throughout the area.”

Before leaving the house, I took one last look around to see where Seb was.

It was only when I began closing the door to the guest room did I notice that the closet door was cracked open, the padlock released. It wasn’t broken, I noted when I went to examine it, but there was a black key on the floor next to it that I had never seen before.

I immediately grabbed my stuff, locked the door, and ran to the elevator of the apartment, checking the time. I only had a minute to get to the bus stop, so I opted to take the stairs instead. I ran down all 4 flights of stairs and made a beeline for the bus stop—only to find that it had already taken off.

I took an Uber to school that day. The entire time, my mind raced with possible theories as to how Seb had gotten out.

I hated every single one of the conclusions I had managed to come up with.

I arrived in class 10 minutes later. Fortunately study hall was my first class, so I decided I would take that time to get an extra nap in and make up for the lost hours of sleep. To hell with the Dracula essay, I thought. I can make it up later.

I looked around the classroom for a seat and found my friend Akira, the researcher for AkiSeb Theories. She was fairly easy to spot in a crowd; she always wore that same dark gray anorak jacket with a thistle-colored, heart shaped patch that she had woven onto her jacket sleeve after it got torn one day.

Thank God, I thought. I really needed someone to talk to.

I had met Akira in seventh grade. She was surprisingly social, despite having a relatively small amount of friends. We became fast friends, although we never really became too close until freshman year of high school. One day, she suddenly asked to sit with me and Seb at lunch, clearly distressed. Curious, but deciding not to intrude, I said yes.

Throughout these two and a half years of being close friends with Akira, I had eventually come to the conclusion that she was basically the middle ground for Seb and I. She was analytical, but also imaginative--the mind of an ace detective, and perfect for a conspiracy blog. She wasn’t too idealistic to the point where she would sound like a maniac trying to explain one of Seb’s theories to a normal person, but also not too logical as to rule out Seb’s theories entirely. That’s why I suggested that she join Seb as the researcher for his website when he first started it in eighth grade (my mom helped him set it up when he was over at my house one weekend).

She was tying her short, black, undercut hair in a ponytail. Her laptop was out, probably writing notes for a new conspiracy for the blog.

“Akira!” I said.

Akira turned to me with a tired smile.

“What’s up, DK?” she teased.

“I told you not to call me that,” I sighed.

“And I told you to start your essay early,” Akira retorted, finishing the ponytail and going back to her work, “but here we are. I’m assuming you stayed up till 3am working on it again?”

“For your information, I stayed up until 1am working on it. I ended up actually going to bed at 3:30-ish because Seb tried to kill me last night.”

Much to my annoyance, though I wasn’t surprised in the slightest, Akira laughed. Anyone who knew that me and Seb were incredibly close, which a lot of people did, would never have guessed that he would ever try to kill me for real--not only because he was my best friend, but because the dude couldn’t even lift his own laundry basket.

“You really let a skinny little kid like him get the best of you?” she joked. “Didn’t you tell me you always used to kick his butt when you guys were play fighting when you were, like, 6 years old?”

I shot her a glare. “I’m serious. Plus, he’s seventeen. He’s not so weak anymore.”

Akira froze, the teasing smile dropping from her face.

“Come again?” she said.

“Okay, it’s a fairly long story but…” I said, taking a deep breath, “y’know how I got my blood drawn yesterday? Yeah, I got this doctor named Jasper Kermit who gave me this red candy thing after the bloodwork to ‘keep my energy up’ but I gave it to Sebs instead because you know I’m not one for sweets but when Sebs ate it he started acting weird and his driving skills seemed impaired and he kept getting into crashes almost so I took an Uber and then he tailed us home and then when we finally got home I yelled at him and--“

“Okay, okay, slow down,” Akira said. “Breathe. Start from the beginning.”

I took another deep breath, retold the first part of the story more slowly, and then continued.

“I came to the conclusion that he may have been sick or something. There was no way he’d get us into a crash on purpose, right? Sure, Seb’s a little bit of a reckless driver, but he’s not that bad. Anyway, I went out for a walk and tried to schedule another appointment—“

“Not at the same doctor’s office though, right?” Akira asked.

I paused.

“Uhhhh…” I stammered. Akira facepalmed.

“Dakota, you know I love you, buddy, but you can be a real moron sometimes.” She sighed. “That candy was probably drugged. Actually…maybe you’re good. As long as you got another doctor.”

“That’s the thing,” I said, my voice quivering slightly. “It was Jasper that picked up the phone.”

“The one that spiked the candy? Great.”

“I asked him about it and if there were any allergens but he was being all cryptic…” I fidgeted with a pencil on the desk.

“Did anything else happen?” Akira asked, her once skeptical look turning softer.

“Yes.” I continued to fidget the pencil, only faster this time. “That night, I worked on the essay and fell asleep at midnight, and I woke up to find Sebs just…caressing my wrist with a knife in his hand…”

“…oh God…”

“…he tried to…” I took another deep breath. “…he ended up cutting my finger instead, and he…he licked my blood off of the knife.”

Akira’s dark eyes widened.

“He ended up cornering me at one point…” I continued, “…but I managed to fend him off. I ended up KO’ing him with a baseball bat, and I trapped him in the closet for the night. I barely managed to get any sleep…I’m so tired, but also still shaken up. I’m drifting between falling asleep and being unable to sleep.”

Akira stood up and embraced me in a tight hug.

“You can stay with me and my parents for the time being, if you’d like,” she offered.

I nodded, returning the hug.

“That doctor told me if I wanted to know about the candy, I’d have to go in and find out myself.” I clutched the pencil tight. “But I don’t want to face that dude again.”

“You don’t have to, y’know,” another female voice said. “At least, not alone.”

Akira and I let go of each other and turned around to face the famously lavender-clad, infamously enigmatic Kaveri Vigil.

Now, despite being in this school for four years now, she hasn’t managed to make many friends. At least…not any close ones, none except for Akira. I only met Kaveri once, and that was when I ran into her and Akira at the mall in freshman year when Kaveri dyed her hair for the first time. She was...fairly quiet around me, but as the pair of friends left, the raven-haired girl was talking up an absolute storm--though nothing bad about me, I assumed. In all honesty, if I hadn’t had Seb, then I would’ve been rather envious of Akira and Kaveri’s close relationship.

Rumor has it that she became a lot more anti-social after a ‘family emergency’ that dismissed her from school for the rest of freshman year--around the same time, actually, that Akira started speaking to me more. When Kaveri came back in the middle of sophomore year, she refused to speak to anyone unless she absolutely had to. She even cut several of her classes. It was a miracle she hadn’t been suspended, or worse, expelled. When I asked Akira about her, she refused to speak on the matter. At one point, when I tried asking her again, she seemed to have no clue who I was talking about.

To Akira, Kaveri was practically a stranger. Akira was never the type to make enemies, and it didn’t seem as if Kaveri was either--so for Akira to greet her so venomously was...more than just a little jarring.

“Vigil,” Akira hissed. “I thought you were a recluse. Why come to a pair of unknown loners now?”

Kaveri ignored Akira’s attitude and said, “Don’t get it twisted. I overheard your conversation, and I think it may come in handy for my own theory I’ve been piecing together.”

“…you think you know what’s going on with Sebs?” I asked.

“Maybe. And if we’re lucky, we may be able to save him. However, I’m going to need some help.”

Akira shot Kaveri a glare.

“Oh, now you need my help,” she snapped. “What would you know about this kind of stuff, anyways?

“More than you could ever know,” she answered bitterly.

Akira only shot a glare at her in response, looking like she was biting back the urge to say something else.

“Like I said, don’t get it twisted. I’ll go back to ‘shutting myself out’ once I get to the bottom of this,” Kaveri continued with a rather sarcastic tone toward the end.

I looked at Akira and Kaveri. What’s their deal? I wondered.

“I’d be glad to have some help,” I said. “Let’s meet after school, okay?”

Kaveri nodded, and walked away without another word. I turned to Akira, who had an annoyed expression on her face. She looked back at me, softening a little.

“Do yourself a favor,” she said, “and please don’t ask.”

I didn’t. I understood the value of privacy well.

The rest of the day, I could barely focus in class. If I wasn’t falling asleep, I was doodling stuff from last night—Seb’s spiral eyes, Jasper’s cunning grin, a couple of vampires...

All day, the same question crossed my mind:

If Jasper did, in fact, do this...what in the world did he put in that candy to make Seb want to kill me?

#blood candy #fiction #urban fantasy #original story #vampire

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thejokersenigma · 7 years

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Joker x Reader - Deadly Voice Part 39

Ok guys, next part is ready!

I'm going to apologise now if this chapter makes no sense! I had two ways to go with the Bobby character in my head, neither of which I was hugely confident with so I just went for it! Sorry if this chapter makes no sense, I vaguely understand what I'm trying to get at so I hope it comes across right!Any questions let me know!

Once again, sorry Frost isn't really in character, i'm not very good at writing him because I don't really know his personality vey well (I literally know about him from the few scenes he's in from Suicide Squad movie!)

Anyway, hope you enjoy! :) I really appreciate the comments I've been getting recently so thank you soooo much!

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A knock behind me made me jump, immediately silencing my sobbing. I silently scrambled to my feet as someone hammered on my front door.

Had the Joker actually followed me home?! Oh God. Did I answer the door?

No, at this point that was probably suicide!

But if it was the Joker he’d find a way in anyway if he really wanted to!

All the time I was whirling through my options the knocking at the door had stopped and I stood staring at the door, daring the noise to return, trying to keep my breath silent, hoping whoever it was would think I wasn’t in.

The hammering on my door started again and I felt my heart racing under my skin. “[Y/N]?!” A voice called loudly from the hallway on the opposite side of the door. I froze. I knew that voice. But what –

I quickly wiped my eyes with the back of hand in attempt to remove the traces of my tears before I pulled the door open, “Bobby?” I sniffed in surprise at the woman before me.

“Oh [Y/N]!” She cried, waving her up and out wide as she wanted to hug me but held herself back. “You’re alright thank goodness!”

I frowned in confusion at her, “Um – yeah.” I paused, “What are you doing here?” How did she know where I lived?

“Well, when you failed to notice my obvious waving in the club I tried to reach you after rehearsals to warn you about the Joker,” She explained, “But then I saw you two together and – oh [Y/N] I was so scared – I wanted to help, but to be honest that guy scares the creeps out of me!” Bobby had managed to get herself into quite a state and seemed to nearly be in hysterics.

“It’s alright Bobby!” I said, holding my hands out towards her as if she was a frightened animal as I tried to centre her back to some sense of calmness, “Breathe.” I commanded, “I’m fine, see?”

She looked me up and down, her eyes still darting around frantically, “Yeah,” She agreed, nodding, thought she still seemed a bit frenzied.

“Come on.” I told her, gesturing her into the room and closing the door shut behind us. I led her to the living room area of my flat and she seated herself on the two-seater sofa, her arms crossed, hugging them into her body. I was worried she was going to start rocking back and forth soon.

“Do you need some tea?” I asked concerned for her mental state. She nodded vaguely and I moved into the kitchen to make some, all the time wondering what to do with the slightly crazed punk girl in my living room.

Once I made us both a cup I placed them on the centre coffee table and took a seat in my arm chair to the left of the sofa. Bobby thanked me and took the cup in her hand blowing at it and taking a sip. “I’m sorry [Y/N],” She apologised, cupping the mug between her hands, “I came here to check on you and now you’re the one looking after me.”

“No worries.” I said, brushing off her worries.

“It’s just that the Joker really gets to me ya’ know?”

“Yeah, I know.” I said vaguely, looking down into the mug.

Bobby didn’t notice any change in me, too caught up in her own problems at the moment.

We sipped our drinks in silence for a bit, each lost in own minds.

“[Y/N]?” I looked up from my mug to meet Bobby’s eyes but she was looking over her shoulder at my front door, “What is all that confetti by your door?”

I glanced to where she was looking, though I already knew what she was referring too, “Oh, um, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” I dismissed, not wanting to have to explain such a complicated story.

She looked at me and I could see she was still intrigued but she dropped it, clearly sensing my mood.

We sipped at our drinks in silence, neither sure what the best thing to say was in the moment.

“Can ask why you work for the Joker if he affects you like this?” I broached, intrigued.

“Only if I can ask you the same.” Bobby stated, looking up from her own drink.

I frowned as I contemplated this. It was a good question. “I guess there’s something about him that keeps me sticking around.” I said deep in thought, “Maybe I still haven’t made my mind up about him.”

“No offense hun, but I think you need to.” Said Bobby seriously. “This whole thing seems a bit messed up and is clearly taking its toll on you!” She gestured up and down at me as I sat there and I frowned, wondering if I really looked that bad, before I remembered that only a few moments ago I had been blubbering over a photo and I still hadn’t sorted myself out. I must look like a state.

“And sweetie, whichever you choose you’ve gotta stick with it and embrace it” Bobby told me earnestly, “That means if decide you don’t like him you’re not around him. At all. Period. Best to leave if you can.” She confessed.

I sat there in thought at her words. I wondered if the Joker would truly let me leave – he said he wanted to see me smile, would he let me go if that’s what my smile would cost?

“But if you’re staying,” continued Bobby, “you need to truly be with him and embrace that – even if it’s means letting go to what you’re holding back.”

I looked at her, confused what she meant by this but she met me a steely, determined look in her eye that told me that deep down I knew what she was saying was true.

We fell back into silence, both sipping our now luke-warm tea. I rubbed absently at my sore eyes and I suddenly remembered how terrible I must look. I placed my now-empty cup down on the stained coffee table, making excuses about freshening up, before I then disappeared into my ensuite to escape the awkward silence.

Safely hidden in my bathroom, I splashed water on my face, letting the coldness calm my red cheeks and rid some of the puffiness from my eyes. I ran a comb through my hair which stood up on ends where I had run my hands through it and gripped it in my earlier frustration.

Just as I was trying to touch up my foundation to hide some of the redness around my eyes, there was a knock at the front door.

I frowned at the bathroom door confused who that could be – why did everyone want to see me tonight?

I quickly finished up what I was doing - now feeling much fresher and presentable – and headed back to Bobby, only - when I re-entered the main living space of my flat - Bobby was nowhere in sight.

The knocking continued at my front door and I moved toward it whilst I glanced, very confused, around my now empty flat - where had Bobby gone?

Was it her at the door? Why was she outside?

“Bobby?” I asked, pulling open the door.

"No.” Came the deep male voice and I froze as Frost appeared behind the door. He attempted a small smile of greeting at my surprised expression. “Good morning [Y/N].”

“Morning?” I asked confused.

“It’s 3am.” He clarified. He looked very clean and fresh for 3am in the morning, his facial hair trimmed to a very exact shape and not a single crease in his usual shirt and suit. His hands were folded neatly over one another in front of him as he waited patiently for me to invite him in.

“Oh – right.” I said, still trying to get over the confusion of Bobby’s sudden departure and now Frost’s sudden appearance. It was like grand central station here. “Uh – come in.” I stammered, stepping back to allow him to enter.

Frost stepped into the room, eying the torn scraps of paper on the floor with a hint of bewilderment.

“Your gift.” I informed him and he lifted his eyes to me as I closed the door behind him.

“[Y/N] I –“

I held up a hand to stop him. “Just don’t – I don’t have the energy to deal with it now.” If we started talking about that now I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t break down once more and I couldn’t find it in myself to go through it all again.

“Can I just ask why you bothered though?” I asked him, folding my arms over my chest and fixing him with a hard stare.

He regarded me in silence for a moment, clearly planning his response, “I had hoped to cheer you up” he eventually confessed.

“Why does everyone think it they’re job to cheer me up?!” I demanded, releasing my arms and pointing at myself and then him, “If I am feeling down it’s for me to deal with not you, not Bobby and definitely not the Joker!”

"Well that was my thought to start with.” He admitted nonchalantly as I angrily pushed past him, striding into my flat till I stopped on the other side of the living room space. Frost turned so he followed my movements, his eyes not leaving mine, “However you have seemed to be ‘down’ for a long time now and don’t appear to be helping yourself.” He informed me.

I hmphed at him to show my displeasure, I knew I was still annoyed at him but now I couldn’t think of a good reason why. It just confused me why he cared enough to try.

“What are you here for?” I demanded, turning my annoyance to another matter as I glared at Frost who still stood in the entrance way to my flat. He moved forward at the question, heading past me to the sofa where only a few minutes ago Bobby had sat. I frowned again at this thought, where had she gone?!

“The Joker sent me-“

“Of course.” I muttered, already bored of the conversation.

“-to check on you.” Frost finished, not taking notice of my interruption

“Yeah right.” I muttered. “Look, if you can’t tell me - if you’re just here to spy on me or something - then just say it. No more lame excuses.” I told him, too tired to play our usual game of trying to draw the truth from one another.

He didn’t say anything to this, but his silence spoke volumes and I growled in annoyance, throwing myself down into my armchair, my nearly empty cup still sat on the coffee table in front of me.

Frost followed behind me slowly, sitting almost cautiously on the side of the sofa the furthest away from me.

At least he understood about personal space.

Frost eyed Bobby’s mug that sat opposite him on the coffee table, “[Y/N] can I ask?” He started gingerly and I glared at him in response. He ignored my attitude and continued anyway, “Who is this Bobby?”

“Why’d you wanna know?” I snapped back.

“The Joker has shown some interest.” He told me. I scowled at him, how did the Joker even know who Bobby was?

“Tell him not to be jealous.” I taunted back snidely, “She’s just my friend from the club.”

“How’d you meet?” He questioned and I looked at him suspiciously.

“Why the third degree?” I asked back.

“The Joker has –“

“Shown some interest, I get it.” I droned back at him, nodding my head slightly to show my boredom at the standard learned response of his.

I sighed loudly to show my annoyance at the situation, “She’s the bartender - she’s the only member of staff that talks to me.” I added.

Frost raised his eyebrow at this, “The others seem to be afraid of me, probably because I ‘work’”, I quoted with my fingers, “for the Joker.” I explained, Frost nodded his understanding at this, he knew how the club game worked around here better than I did I imagined. However, he seemed to be mentally taking notes and I was worried all my staff were about to be fired or at least graced with a pretty nasty encounter with a thug at the least, if not Frost or the Joker himself.

They’re all nice though,” I said hurriedly, hoping to save them even slightly, “They just don’t approach me much. Unlike Bobby who maybe lacks a bit of respect.” I muttered before remembering who I was talking to, “Uh – not that she’s a bad person, she is – she’s just not afraid to talk.” I defended quickly.

Frost looked away from me with an expression of puzzlement. “The bartender doesn’t strike me as someone to run her mouth.”

“Well she doesn’t run her mouth as such…” I trailed off lamely, still attempting to defend Bobby if I could. “Hang on, when have you been in the club?”

Frost returned his gaze to me, “We have the occasional person stop in to inspect the establishment. We have also set up cameras around the club which are monitored.”

“Cameras? Really?” I asked in disbelief and Frost nodded as if this was completely normal. It wasn’t like I was ashamed of anything that had been happening in the club but still, I didn’t think I was being watched 24/7. “Everywhere?” I verified, thinking back to my office where I often got changed into my outfits for my performances.

“Mostly.” Answered Frost.

“Even my office?!” I questioned in alarm.

“No.” Said Frost, “The Joker insisted on that one.”

Now that I was surprised about and I filed that nugget of information for a later date. For now I breathed a small sighed of relief.

“This Bobby character,” Began Frost, picking back up on the earlier conversation, “You say she talks to you unlike everyone else? Why?”

I was taken aback by the question, “Uh – I dunno.” I stuttered, why did she? “Guess she’s not afraid of the Joker? But God knows what drives Bobby - she seems to have quite a unique mind.” She’d certainly prattled on about some odd stuff before and I often wondered where her mind was at.

Frost frowned, “Really? The girl always appeared quite reserved, very quiet for a bartender. She also seemed quite scared of the Joker when I interviewed her before she started working for you.”

I furrowed my brow at him in confusion, were we talking about the same person, reserved? Quiet?

“What’s reserved about a punk rocker?”

“Punk rocker?” Frost asked, furrowing his brow in bewilderment.

“Yeah,” I said, “Bobby, with her pink hair and fingerless gloves…” I trailed off when Frost looked at me like I’d lost my mind and had no idea who I was on about. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“[Y/N],” Frost said cautiously like I was insane, “I’ve looked at nearly all the tapes from the cameras, there has never been a girl fitting that description. I also certainly never okayed someone like that to work in the club.”

I looked at him, my eyes widening at what he was saying. That was impossible, Bobby couldn’t just not exist. “You’re lying.” I excused him, but my voice was shaky and lacked any conviction.

“No [Y/N], I’m not.” He told me straight fishing his smart phone out of his pocket and flicking through it. “Here.” He handed the phone to me and it showed a video of the club, the camera positioned so that to give a clear view of the whole bar.

I cringed as I recognised the person sat hunched over the bar as myself, a folder of paperwork in front of me – I hated seeing pictures or videos of myself. I quickly glanced at the top of the screen where it stated the time and date – it was the day me and Bobby had chatted before the club opened when our conversation had turned to the Joker and I had explained our history.

Except, as I watched, I went through all the actions I could remember of the night, yet no Bobby ever showed on the camera.

I had jumped catching my breath, but there was no one there. I could just about make out my lips moving as I spoke, but there was none one to talk to. I watched as I straighten up on screen and I recalled how ‘Bobby’ had accused me of me of moping over the bar.

I continued to watch the screen, awe struck as my pixels just stared at the wall opposite and spoke to thin air. Eventually the video finally showed myself getting up and leaving, but I still didn’t draw my eyes away from the phone screen and, shortly after I left the view of the camera, a young woman in a black skirt and plain T-shirt came out from the side of the shot with a cloth and cleaned up my glass before she began washing down the bar.

Now that I remembered her. Georgia was it? I had never really spoken to her except from when I greeted all the staff and had completely forgotten what she said her job in the club was – after haven listen to 20 other people before her I had stopped caring really and begun to blank some of them out.

“No.” I breathed in disbelief as I finally tore my eyes away from the screen and let my hand drop. Frost reached over and took the phone from me, easily prying my numb fingers off the device as I stared blankly ahead of me.

Oh my god.

Had I finally gone insane?

But Bobby had been here this evening. She had sat in that chair. I thought glancing at the empty seat next to Frost on the sofa. She had drunk the mug of tea. I glanced at the empty mug on the table only to find it full of cold tea.

No.

I’d made a cup of tea for someone my insane mind had made up.

What was happening to me?

“[Y/N],” Frost started again, trying to bring me back to the real world, back to myself. I looked at him blankly, my mind still whirling through what I could only see as impossible.

“Frost,” I breathed, “What’s happening to me?” I whimpered, scared that my mind could play this sort of a trick on me. I didn’t trust myself anymore, was Frost even here or was that just my messed-up mind wanting company? “Frost are you real?” I mumbled.

“I don’t know how to prove that, but I am.” He tried to reassure me. I must have looked ridiculously pitiful to him but I needed any comfort I could get at the moment. He was right though; he couldn’t prove it, my mind could just be making him say that and in fact he wasn’t truly here.

How could I trust anything anymore if my mind could make up this elaborate an illusion, if it had managed to trick me for over a week now that a whole person existed who in fact had never stepped foot in this world?

How much of my life had been my head messing with me, how had I got this bad? Was anything I had done real or had it been a weird dream. How could I prove anything was true?

How did you prove a dream wasn’t real? Usually because it’s surreal, but all this was to realistic. What else?

Touch. In dreams, I always found I couldn’t touch anything properly. And I never touched Bobby.

I reached out and gripped Frost’s hand tightly. Warm, rough, solid. Real.

I breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly retracted my hand, folding it with my other in my lap, very aware of what I had just done. “Sorry.” I apologised quickly, “I just wanted to check.” Frost nodded mutely in understanding, dismissing the act.

I breathed deeply, my breath wobbly as the shock hit me. “Frost?” I asked, down at my hands, “What is happening to me?” I looked up at him squarely in the eye, genuinely wanting an answer this time.

He studied me, clearly unsure what to say to the mess of a girl before him. “I can’t be sure.” He stated and I dropped my head again in defeat. “I’ve spent my fair share of time around those in Arkham though,” he told me, “And I’ve seen similar things, though generally more severe cases.”

“From what I’ve gathered, it’s generally seen as a more developed version of voices in the mind. I believe Nigma may have suffered from it at one point.” Frost explained. Great I thought, I’m just as sane as the Riddler.

We fell back into a moment of silence as I processed the fact I should probably be in a mental asylum. I suddenly sat up, “Hang on, you said ‘at one point’, does he not anymore?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“How’d he stop it?” I asked desperately, clinging to any hope I could get that I might still be able to be normal.

Frost eyed me warily, clearly reluctant to tell me. “[Y/N], has this ‘Bobby’, ever told you to do anything?”

I frowned in confusion at the odd question but thought back on it anyway, “Uh, no, well, she – it – told me to make a decision. About the Joker.” I added quickly, “Whether to leave or to pursue it.” I admitted quietly.

Frost nodded, “Sound’s like she was talking some sense.” I shot him a dark look but he ignored it. “Anything else?” Frost pushed.

“I guess some of our chats were a bit odd, some I guess were even quite dark.” I mumbled. I had always put that down to her bad-ass personality and I often found her bubbliness mitigating what she said. I hesitated, lost in thought, “Like, she’d often tell me about what she’d like to do to a few choice people, but I’d always take it in jest and I always kind of agreed with her – all in a hypothetical sense!” I quickly added when Frost raised his eyebrow at me again.

“Did these conversations happen when you were particularly annoyed or angry at someone?” He asked and I couldn’t help but feel like I was in a therapy session already.

“Well – yeah,” I admitted, looking back at it, “But I just figured she was being a good friend, ya’ know? In a sorta - you annoy my friend, you annoy me kinda thing. All hypotheticals.”

Frost eyed me again, thinking through what I was saying and clearly seeing something I couldn’t.

“What are you thinking?” I asked quietly, intrigued by the look of concentration on his face.

He hesitated a minute before he spoke, still thinking through his response. “Nigma got rid of his delusion” I flinched at the word, “by embracing it.” Frost told me with a grim look on his face, knowing that wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I frowned, what did he mean?

Frost continued on, “I believe you are very similar to the cases I’ve seen. I’ve noticed recently that you seem to have two distinct personalities within you. The side you have previously always shown - the generally good member of society who knows what is acceptable and expected of her - and then the more recently established one. The one probably triggered by the Joker’s influence and interactions with you that has shown you the true chaos and entropy in life and the side that now wants to explore it and push the boundaries the other side knows you shouldn’t.

“Your minds been fighting these two – probably longer than you realise. I personally noticed it ever since you admitted to wanting to shoot that girl over the newspaper article months ago.” Frost told me. “From what I gather from the inmates at Arkham, it would seem that the mind can no longer take the battling within it from the 2 sides and instead finds a less painful way to deal with the opposition by creating a new ‘person’ to portray these darker thoughts. That is Bobby.”

I paused to drink this in, “You’re saying that ‘Bobby’ is just my ‘bad’ side?”

“Not ‘bad’ as such…” Trailed off Frost, “Just maybe more… rebellious.” He suggested.

I leant forward resting my elbows on my thighs and burying my face in my hands letting out a groan. Frost sat watching me, unsure what his best move was now.

“Just be glad that you have only 2 ‘people’ in your mind, I’ve heard that some people can have 12.” Frost informed me.

“If you’re trying to comfort me it’s not working.” I told him through my hands.

Frost clearly got the message, “I’ll make you a drink.” He suggested and I watched between my fingers as he pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the empty mug in front of me and the other full mug made for my delusional mind. I hid my eyes at the thought, not saying anything to Frost.

How can my mind be so messed up?

After a few moments, I felt a presence above me and a soft tap on the coffee table. I lifted my head weakly to see that Frost had placed a small tumbler filled with a clear liquid in front of me. I picked it up and sipped at it, immediately regretting it as I contorted my face into a grimace as the strong liquor hit my taste buds.

I had expected water, but I guess I couldn’t be surprised that Frost’s idea of a comfort drink was alcoholic.

“Frost?” I mumbled, staring into the liquid as I twirled it around in my glass with one hand, the other handing limply as I rested it on my leg. I could hear him wandering around behind me and a part of me wondered what he was doing, but at the moment I mainly didn’t care.

I took another sip of the disgusting liquid, happy with the burn on the back of my throat and I threw the rest of it back, setting the now-empty glass on the table. “’Bobby’ also mentioned something else.” I paused, as I felt a wave of a headache come over me - maybe I should have insisted Frost gave me water instead. I carried on anyway, absently rubbing the aching section of my head. “She insisted that the Joker wanted to harm me. That because I ran from him and left him he would want revenge.” I paused, the pain in my head escalating. I let my head fall once more into my hands as I clutched at my forehead, my brain feeling like it was physically pounding against my skull, drowsiness and nausea washing over me. The silence from Frost was unsettling me, surely, he could see I was in agony, “Was she right?” I asked, no able to manage more than a whisper.

Suddenly an arm was around my neck, yanking me against the back of the chair. Before I could even gasp a damp cloth was placed over my mouth. I closed my eyes as I had been pulled backwards and now I couldn’t seemed to find the energy to open them. I tried to yell through the fabric but it was suffocating me and I couldn’t seem to even open my mouth anymore.

The last thing I could remember was being glad the pain in my head was finally starting to numb.

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kor-knight · 7 years

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Darkness Prevails ch 6

Love is a beautiful thing.

Its the smile on her face when he makes a joke, or the feel of her arms around him. The look in her eye when they’re sitting in the booth at Pops. The same vanilla scent that seemed to symbolize her.

But, love can also be a dangerous thing.

It can pull people apart, or make others attack in the declaration of it. It can be hiding the truth from the one you love for fear of hurting them.

Or it can be the girl you’re in love with asking you an impossible question.

“No.” Jughead didn’t register his mouth opening, or even trying to talk. But his voice rang out, alarm bells ringing.

Through the tears, Betty’s face morphed into that of confusion. “Why not?” was all she asked, pulling out of his arms.

Scoffing, Jughead reached forward, cupping her face. “I just got you back Betts. Please don’t make me lose you again. Please”

Choking on a sob, Betty closed her eyes, nodding. “It’s so hard though Juggie… The rumors, the names, the touching-”

“Touching?” He cut her off.

“It’s just so hard, I can’t deal with it.”

“You are so much stronger than the white noise. And if you’re crazy? So what? I am too.” She smiles through the tears, sniffling. “Don’t give up Betty, please. “He pulls her forward, placing a kiss so full of emotion on her quivering lips. Trying to convey the thoughts he can’t quite express in words.

And it must’ve conveyed something, because even as her body still shook from the assault of her emotions, she smiled nonetheless at the boy in front of her. Whose eyes so full of life and love, protectiveness and respect. Most of that directed at her.

“I don’t deserve you Juggie..”

“Don’t do that. You deserve the world Elizabeth Cooper, but I will try my best to give you even the smallest piece.” Placing a gentle kiss on her temple, Jughead pulled her close. “I know I’m not a white knight in shining armor, more so a black knight in leather?” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing Betty to giggle. “But maybe I can lend you my shield – if you would have it?”

Pulling away slightly, Betty’s confusion evident on her pristine features. Smirking, he yanks his serpent jacket off his shoulders, and reaches for her hand. Slowly, careful of her fresh wounds, he pulls the cool leather over her arms. Securing the jacket around her shoulders, he pulls it snug and places a kiss on her nose.

Pushing invisible dust off her shoulder, Jughead just smiles. “There. Now you have my shield. May it bring you peace and comfort.”

Betty just smiled, nodding a thank you.

Cleaning up her office quickly, they head out to Pops, ordered takeout, and spent the rest of the evening at his trailer watching Netflix. After the 4th episode of Criminal Minds finished, Betty stifled a yawn and cuddled closer to Jughead, nuzzling her face into his neck.

Sighing, he traces small circles on her shoulder. “I wish I could protect you Betts. I’m sorry I live on this side of the tracks.” Betty just stayed silent, breathing calm, the telltale sign she was out cold. He gazed at her sleeping figure, eyes trailing the curve of her hip.

A different kind of hunger coursed through his veins as his eyes trailed over the exposed skin of the angel beneath him. His mind wandered to places his hands have yet to discover. The valley between her breasts, the soft skin of her hips, the sensitive center he longed to delve into. His heart raced at the thoughts, of the idea that this beauty was his to touch.

He was the luckiest guy on the planet.

No, in the entire universe.

His mind wandered to all things Betty as he laid his head back and shut his eyes.

He awoke again, the trailer dark. Stiff and sore from the unnatural position, he groaned. Fishing out his phone, he hissed at the blinding light assault on his still sleepy eyes. Taking a second to adjust, he looks over at it again.

3:34am

“Shit!”

Jughead jumped up, woozy for a second before switching on the light. A groan surfaced from beneath a blanket, signaling Betty wasn’t too pleased at the rude awakening.

“Betts” he leaned down, shaking her gently. “Betty you need to wake up. It’s 3am. Your mom is going to kill me. Then you. Then me again.” He laughed nervously, but she still didn’t budge.

“I don’t want to be there. Can I please stay with you tonight?” Her voice was quiet, thick with sleepiness.

“What about your mom Betty?” Jughead was trying to convince himself otherwise, fully on board with the idea of her staying.

“She doesn’t care. I’ll just say I was at Ronnie’s.” She cuddled up in the blanket again, smiling tiredly up at him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Betty Cooper.” He laughs, placing his arms under her legs and on her back, picking her up bridal style and heading to the bedroom. Setting her down on the mattress, he shed his beanie, jacket and jeans.

Before sliding in beside her, he asks, “Are you content with sleeping in that?” He looks pointedly at her hoodie, jeans and socks still on. She bites her lip, and unbuttons her pants.

“W-What are you doing?” He felt his face heat up, looking away quickly. Then her hand was entwined with his, and he was getting dragged down to the bed.

“You’re pretty nervous for someone who took my virginity Juggie.” She cooed, moving his arm to snuggle in close to him.

“It was quick, and you don’t even remember it. So we could say it doesn’t – what are you doing with your legs?” He could feel her silky legs rubbing up and down his, heating them up.

Her laugh filled the small room. He failed to reciprocate it, only letting out a breathy wheeze. His face reddened, eyes lowering to her collar bone. Placing a gentle kiss there, he heard Betty gasp. Encouraged, he placed another just south of the previous, eliciting another gasp to escape her lips. Shifting to lay above her, putting weight on his elbows, he traveled further down, each kiss bringing new and exciting sounds from the goddess below.

Smirking, and with newfound confidence, Jughead nipped and sucks on the sensitive skin between her delicious mounds. Betty all but screams at the contact, tangling her fingers in his messy curls. Her breathes shallow, legs squeezed together, she was squirming below him so much, you’d have thought he was tickling her.

He sucked a little harder, before she forcefully pulls his hair till his face lined up with hers, smothering him with a kiss.

“Please Juggie...” Her hooded, desire over every one of her perfect features. Jughead just smiled, kissed her soft lips and complied.

When Betty awoke the following morning, stiff and sore, sitting up she recalled the events of last night and smiled. Welcoming the tension in her muscles, she stretched and got out of bed. After putting on Jughead’s discarded flannel, and her jeans, she rushed to the tiny bathroom to make herself slightly presentable.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she head out to the main room; in search of her beloved. As she rounded the corner to the kitchen, she spotted him perched on the tiny table. Feet up on the chair, laptop balancing on his knees, his back facing her. Circling around the counter, Betty reached out and covered his eyes.

“Guess who?” She bite her lip to keep from giggling.

“Gee, I don’t know.” Discarding the laptop and spinning abruptly, he wraps his arms around her waist, “My gorgeous girlfriend? Or should I say benevolent housemistress?” Wiggling his eyebrow, Betty just laughed at his remark

“I’d like to officially point out that this-” she throws her arms up, twirling around “-is a trailer, not a house.”

“Fine fine grammar nerd. Benevolent Trailermistress. Better?” She nodded her approval before wrapping her around his neck, kissing him.

Jughead’s hands rub her lower back, then shift to her ass, squeezing gently. A gasp emits from her, and he takes advantage, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She deepens the kiss more by tangling her fingers in his hair, tilting her head slightly.

They break apart a few minutes later, out of breath and disheveled. “If you keep that up Betts, you won’t make it to school on time.” He’s still panting.

Betty just shrugs. “Maybe I won’t go. Not like anybody will miss me there.” She untangles her limbs, and heads over to the couch.

“Betty.” His voice isn’t demanding, just laced with concern. He plops down beside her, pulling her in to his chest. “Remember what I told you yesterday? I gave you my shield. Use it.”

She looks up at him, a small smile on her lips. “Do you think I’d be allowed in the school with it on?”

“Only one way to find out.” He challenges, standing up and pulling her with him. He reaches down quickly, and places the cool leather in her hands. “You might want to wear your own clothes though. People might talk...” He looked pointedly at his shirt hanging on her shoulders, smirking.

“Let ‘em talk.” She giggled, before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him again.

They arrive at Riverdale High within the hour, both dressed- Betty still wearing Jughead’s shirt though- and ready for the day.

Before she gets out of his dads truck, she turns to give him a kiss goodbye.

“Remember what I said baby, if anyone gives you trouble. Call me.” He winked at her, and watched her walk up the steps into the school.

“God she is sexy.”

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thelittlestkitsune · 7 years

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Night Shifts. [Smut]

A/N; I am so sorry that this took me ten million years to write. This wouldn’t have been possible without the bad influences in my life! ( @we-are-like-a-timebomb , @writing-obrien . @dumbass-stilinski and the wonderful @mandylove1000 <3 ) Enjoy! xoxo

Pairing: StuartxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,716

Listen to this.

Working the night shift on a Saturday night was not ideal. All your friends were off working throughout the week but you were stuck at school, working strange hours in a shop to afford tuition. You don’t know why you still stayed in the job, the hours sucked, the pay was next to nothing and your customers were some of the biggest assholes you’d ever encountered. There was this one guy who would come in during the rush and only pay in coins for a full shop; An older woman who always smelled like medical cream would always confuse you with someone she knew when she was your age. 70 years ago. You wanted out of that job but there was nothing you could do about it. You were stuck here at least until you’d finished college, then maybe you could do what you wanted to do. Maybe. Your phone sat in your locker, undoubtedly ringing as your friends rang you from whatever club they had gone to that night as you worked the shelves restocking and serving cigarettes to people who really should quit. You couldn’t complain too much though, there were some saving graces such as occasionally there would be some of your friends in, who would stand and chat before they disappeared out the door and into the night, leaving you stranded in your own personal brand of hell.

One night though had changed night shifts for the better. There was this guy who would come in, beanie clad with thick rimmed glasses. He would always come in late at night, eyes glued to his phone as he stuffed his basket with multipacks of red bull and red vines. He would always smile at you when he checked out, his long fingers scratching at his face as you told him the total. He was a fine piece of work and you often found yourself thinking about him long after he had left the shop. He’d been coming in more and more, sometimes multiple times over the course of one shift. You’d been too nervous to talk to him, he was far out of your league or at least so you thought. You’d been stocking the shelves as per usual when you heard the door go off so you peeked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone stood at your register. Surely enough you looked around right as beanie boy walked over to you, his smile wide as you bumped into him. The cans he was balancing precariously in his arms went flying, the metal warping as it hit the ground, spraying everything in it’s vicinity in sugary stickiness. You jumped out of habit, reaching for the can as it coated you and beanie boy apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry! Is there anyway I can help at all?” He flailed as he reached for the can, effectively not helping at all.

“No, honestly it’s fine! You can put your stuff on my register I’m just going to grab a mop and try and clean this up before everything becomes a sugar trap!” You laughed as you carried the busted can to the bin, dropping it in as you grabbed the mop. You looked down at your uniform as you sighed, noting the giant wet patch on your shirt. Great. You wheeled the bucket over only to find beanie boy waiting near the puddle on the floor. He was covered in drink, his shirt clinging to his chest as your eyes trailed over him. “I’m sorry for that, I’m so sleep deprived I barely even saw you standing there.” He raked his fingers over the back of his neck as his shirt raised up showing a hint of his stomach and the happy trail that resided on top of it. This boy was going to end you. “It’s okay, you can stop apologizing! This kind of shit happens all the time, usually no one apologizes so this is already fine!” You swept the mop over the liquid, draining it off before trying again. “Yeah but I’m still sorry. I’ve been swamped at my new job and this is like the only night that I get to do all my other projects. I usually come in here to help myself, I didn’t mean to ruin your night!” You snorted as you looked at him, your grin giant as he pouted. “I’m stuck at work on a Saturday night, this is going to be the highlight of it. I don’t think it gets any worse than that.” He smiled, his eyes lighting up beneath his glasses.

“I understand that. Most of my friends are out right now. They wanted me to come with them but I’m swamped and I don’t have the time” You nodded as you finished cleaning up the mess. “My friends are probably texting me right now, telling me everything that I’m missing out on. But alas I need to get paid so I can finish college.” You gestured around to the shop, your posture defeated as you leant on the mop. “Then I guess I’ll work in hell itself until I do so.” He smiled as you wheeled the mop to your register, putting it in the corner before walking back to him. “What do you study? If you don’t mind me asking?” He was a nosey little fucker but you didn’t mind, you enjoyed the company. “Dual degree in teacher preparation. I want to teach.” You blushed as he looked at you in open shock. “So you’re training to be a teacher yet you work in a store at 2am. When do you sleep?” You covered your mouth as you laughed, raising your brows as you pointed to his mounds of energy drink. “Probably when you do!” He shrugged. “Hey! Don’t judge!” You laughed again as you leant against the shelving behind you. “I’m not judging! So what do you do that has you up all times of the night?” You probed, your own curiosity peaked. “I work at Google. I work in a team encouraging new businesses to sign up for advertising. I do other things too though, it’s kind of an all round job” He smiled, a blush creeping along his cheeks.

“Sounds hard.” He looked up at you through thick lashes, his eyes catching the wet patch on your shirt. You crossed your arms over it, self conscious of his gaze. “It’s not so bad, just a lot of free time is spent doing other things I like too.” You licked over your lips as you replied, unaware of his eyes tracking your movements. “Like what?” You asked, rearranging the cans on the shelf you rested against. “Oh you know, coding websites for people, video games and talking to pretty girls.” Your stomach flipped at his words, your skin hot as you smiled. “I’m guessing your girlfriend isn’t a massive fan of that last one?” You probed, your fingers metaphorically crossed as you hoped for him to say that he didn’t have one. “She would.” Your heart sank as he spoke. “If I had one. I’m not very good at the whole social thing.” You bit back the smile that threatened to spread across your cheeks. “Oh, I thought you would have one.” You spoke quietly, unsure he’d even heard you. He laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Nah, I work too much and I don’t finish work till super late sometimes. I’m not talking midnight I’m talking 5am.” His gaze caught yours, as you swallowed thickly. “Yeah I know how that feels, I won’t be finishing till 3am and that’s if my shit brain co worker actually get’s here on time. He never does and it drives me crazy.”

Beanie boy looked over you, his eyes burning into your skin as he touched his jaw, an action you found your eyes glued to. “So what are you doing after work tonight then?” He asked, his lips pressed together in anticipation. “You.” You blurted out, your inner thoughts taking over your body. You covered your mouth as the words slipped out but the damage had been done. He laughed nervously as you wished for the ground to swallow you whole. No such luck came as he moved towards you. You backed further against the shelves as he licked over his lips. “I’m so sorry, I mean I don’t even know why I said that. I barely know you and oh my god, I guess I’ll just die now okay? Okay.” You babbled nervously as he stood there frozen his lip caught between his teeth as he stared at you. You ran your fingers through your hair as you begged for god to come down and smite you personally. He laughed nervously as all the colour drained from your face. “Yeah, it’s okay, I mean I know you probably didn’t mean it. We barely even know each other and I spilled energy drink all over you and ruined your night.” He smiled, his eyes kind of defeated as you surged forward. “Oh god no! I didn’t mean it like that I mean I totally would. You’re just my type, I mean I may or may not have had thoughts in the shower. Oh god, shut the fuck up Megan. What I meant to say is it’s not like I wouldn’t, cause if you gave me the word then I’d drop my panties right here and now.” You gulped as your eyes widened. “I really need to work on shutting the fuck up. I am so sorry.” You gushed as he raised his brow, his tongue darting over his lips.

You shook nervously as he closed the space between you. Up close he was even more beautiful, his jaw and cheeks were smattered with moles and his eyes were that kind of golden brown that you could drown in. His hands found your waist as he pulled you to him, his body flush against yours. “Well this is me giving the word” He whispered in your ear as his hands coasted over your ass. His fingers trembled as he gripped your skirt. “You don’t have to apologize. You don’t have a clue how many times I’ve been tongue tied trying to talk to you because my brain can only imagine you bent over that till, cumming until you can’t even walk.” Your knees buckled as he whispered. “Or how I’ve imagined you on your knees, your lips around my cock.” You bit your lip as his words trailed over your skin, his breath fanning over you sending a shiver down your spine. “So you better get your ass over to that door and lock it up before we get interrupted.” His lips pressed against your neck as you trembled, reaching for the keys in your pocket. You could barely manage to pull yourself away from him, your body hot as you turned the sign onto closed, the key turning in the door.

You adjusted yourself as you walked back, finding him waiting where you left him. He walked up to you again as you smiled, his hands cupping your face as he pulled you near, his lips crushing against your own, his tongue darting between your lips. You moaned into the kiss as his hands trailed down your chest, long fingers leaving heat in their wake. He crushed you to him, his fingers pulling at the material of your skirt, hitching it up your legs. You shivered at the cool rush of air but it was soon replaced by bolts of heat through your veins as his mouth left yours. You stuttered as his lips moved over your jaw, leaving hot wet kisses on your skin. Your eyes closed as you sank into his touch, all your inhibitions gone as his body ground against yours. Fingertips toyed with the skin on your thigh, patterns half finished as he continued up, the feel of lace beneath his palms. He gripped your ass as he sank his teeth in, a moan escaping your lips as you melted. Heat pooled within you, a wanton need growing with every touch he laid on your body. Your hands trembled as you traced across his back, his muscles tensing as you grabbed his hoodie, forcing it down his arms.

“Not here.” You choked out, his touch moving across your thighs, a wave of pleasure rocketing through you. “Where to then baby girl?” He responded, his voice deeper than before as he looked over you with lust blown eyes. “Follow me.” You cleared your throat as you walked off, your legs trembling with every step. “Gladly.” He spoke, his hands reaching out to smack your ass. You stopped, waiting for him to catch up. He was on you within seconds, his hands moving your hair out the way to kiss your neck, his cock hard on your ass. “You still with me?” He nodded. You broke away from him again, the slickness between your thighs making it harder to walk than you thought. You walked till you reached the door you’d been looking for. You reached for the keypad, his hands gripping your hips. They reached forwards, fingertips brushing your clit as you struggled to enter the code. You bit your lip as his hands dipped beneath the band of your panties, rough fingertips brushing your clit once more. You closed your eyes as you leant against him, moans falling from your lips as you breathed slowly. “Code-” You stuttered as he reached for the keypad. “4579-” You gasped, his fingers picking up speed as he entered the code with ease. “You’re good at multitasking” He laughed, the vibrations rocketing through your body. “You have no idea.”

You pulled open the door, your hands shaking as he continued to tease over you. He broke from you as you walked forward, lifting your soaking shirt over your head. His eyes tracked over you, leaving you shaking as you stood in the middle of the warehouse. He moved towards you as you bent over, pulling your skirt slowly down your legs. He bit his lip, a groan rising in his throat as you looked at him, his fingers unbuttoning the shirt he wore. You walked to him, pulling him further into the warehouse. “Can I help?” You asked in a small voice, looking at him through your lashes. “Yeah, you’re wearing too many clothes still.” He winked at you as you felt a twinge, your body squirming under his gaze. You reached for your bra straps, pulling them down your arms slowly before undoing the clasp at the back. You heard it fall to the floor, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. He continued to stare as you hooked your fingers in the band of your panties, turning away from him as you bent over, pulling them down your legs. You heard him groan as you felt his hands on your ass. “You shouldn’t have done that. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”

Your breathing hitched as his hand came down on your ass. You bit back a squeal as your legs shook, your chest heaving as you panted. “You can do whatever you like to me.” You whispered in a small voice, your body screaming for relief. “Well if that’s what you want I'm more than happy to help baby girl.” His voice was smooth as he left your body, rustling around with something behind you. “Don’t look.” He spoke as you turned to see what he was doing. “Okay.” You spoke in a small voice again, your legs shaking as you felt the rough side of zip ties on your skin. “Zip Ties?” You questioned as his warmth hit against you again, his hands smoothing over your shoulders. “You really are smart.” He chuckled as he gathered your hands behind your back, wrapping the zip ties around the skin there. It pinched slightly but you ignored it, instead focusing on the fire that raged through you. “It doesn’t hurt does it baby girl?” You shook your head, his hands on your hips as he guided you forwards. You stumbled as he moved in front of you, your head resting on his shoulders. He steadied you as he licked over his lips.

You stared at him through lashes as he brought your lips to his, his shirt long abandoned. You looked over him hungrily, smattered moles across his chest and a trail that you wished to see the end of. His lips were insistent on your own a need ignited within him. You moaned against his touch, his hands wandering over your waist and hips. “You are definitely the sexiest teacher I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispered as his lips left yours. He left trails of kisses down your body again, his hair brushing your bare chest as his tongue traced over your nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. You mewled in pleasure as his teeth grazed your skin, your head rolling back as he trailed over, repeating his actions again. You struggled to keep your balance as his lips grazed your stomach. “I’m not a teacher yet, but you wait and I’ll give you a lesson or two.” You breathed as his lips pressed against your hips. “You want to learn a lesson then baby girl?” You nodded, unsure of whether he had seen or not. “It’ll be an oral presentation and I need your utmost focus.” He spoke again, his hot breath fanning over your thighs. You squirmed as his hands parted your thighs, his mouth moving closer to where your fire burned. “You paying attention babygirl?” You moaned quietly as his tongue darted over you. You shook, your balance knocked by the ties on your wrist, your knees buckling over the pleasure rocketing through you.

His hands anchored your hips, his biceps bulging as he supported your weight. He pressed kisses along the inner of your thigh, his tongue eventually licking across your heat once more. You shook as moans rocked through your body. His tongue flattened against your clit as he hummed a broken melody that surged through you. You mewled again as you bucked against him, desperate for more of what he had. His tongue sped up, lapping against you as you shook, your legs like jelly beneath you. “Pleas-” You didn’t finish your words before his tongue sped up again, moving over you at a rate that had your heart pounding. You squirmed as the tip of his tongue moved over you, dipping inside only to run over your clit again. You moaned, pulling at the ties that restricted your hands. You wanted nothing more than to run your hands through his hair, to grab fistfuls as his tongue moved over you.

Your breathing was staggered, barely audible over the profanities that fell from your lips as the fire within you burned hotter as he teased you. You bit back cries as his mouth left you, his fingers snaking over your hips and over your ass. You shivered as bolts of electric ran up your spine at the lightest of his touch. His fingers trailed over your hip bones, nails raking the skin there as he continued down, his rough fingers dancing over your clit teasingly. He smirked as his fingers dipped between your folds, eliciting a moan to rip through you. He paused as he circled your entrance, your body surging forwards to meet his. You waited with baited breath as he dipped two fingers inside you, scissoring them apart as his tongue rolled over your clit again. You cried out as fireworks sparked behind closed eyelids as his tongue flattened over you once more. Your body was on fire as he held you still, his fingers pumping against you as pleasure rolled over you. The coil within you tightened as you fought against the zip ties around your wrists. They dug into your skin but you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his hair as you fell from the edge you were hanging on to.

His fingers sped up as you fell, your body limp as you bucked against him, his tongue never giving up as you collapsed to your knees, his dark eyes meeting your lust blown ones. “Did I do a good job baby girl?” He smirked as his tongue darted out, swiping the remains of your slickness from his lips. You sighed as you battled to regain your breath, your chest heaving as you furled your legs beneath you. You nodded to him, too lost in your own mind to reply to his question. “If I had to grade it? You’d pass with flying colors.” You breathed, your voice airy and small. “Good.” He winked, adjusting his glasses as he looked over you hungrily. “Now do you want a real lesson or not?” You asked as his brow shot up, his look appreciative. He nodded as he sucked his lip between his teeth. “Well first of all you are far too dressed for this presentation.” You flirted, staying on your knees as he stood. His fingers trembled with the button on his jeans, before he pulled them down his legs. He stood there, looking over you as you nodded for his boxers to follow the jeans. He pulled them down, his cock springing up as he stood straight. You bit your lip excitedly, you’d imagined big things but big didn’t even cover it.

You smiled up at him as you inched towards him, his cock twitching in excitement. You leaned forwards, your tongue rolling over the tip of him as his head rolled back. You smiled as you sucked him into your mouth, your tongue following the vein on the underside of his cock. He moaned as his hands snaked through your hair, gathering it in a makeshift pony as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him further into your mouth. He shook as you slowly lowered yourself until his cock was hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed quickly, his moans strangulated as his hips canted forwards, his hands gripping tighter on your hair. You pulled from him, your eyes flickering over his chest as you found his gaze staring at you. You smiled innocently, batting your eyelashes as you licked over his head again, never breaking eye contact. Curses filled the air as he bucked his hips towards you. You moved slightly, your tongue rolling over the side of his cock as he groaned, desperate for the feeling of your mouth once more.

He whined, his hands guiding you towards him. You licked over your lips before taking him into your mouth once more, bobbing your head as your tongue flickered over him. His spare hand found the one latched in your hair as he thrust into your mouth. You closed your eyes as you took him to the back of your throat once more, his thrusts getting faster with every passing moment. You ran your tongue over him eagerly, as he came, his hips jarring against you, his hands letting your hair run over your shoulders. You swallowed him, pulling away from him as you licked the remnants of his cum from the tip of him, his eyes heavy as he watched over you. He exhaled, his legs shaking as you struggled to your feet. “Now do you see what a real lesson is like?” You winked, your lips curling up in a small smile. He nodded as he tried to catch his breath, his hands reaching out to help you up. “You’re going to be a fucking fantastic teacher.” He said breathily as he pulled you to him. “Well a teacher is only as good as her students. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Ah fuck it who cares. Are you ever going to undo these ties?” His eyes went wide as he remembered the zip ties that bound your wrists. “I’m not done with you yet.” His voice turned to honey as his hands washed over you. “I have so many more things I want to learn” Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed to your collarbone, teeth grazing the surface as he sucked harshly, purple welts marring your skin.

You moaned as you rolled your hips against his. His cock hardened against your hips as his lips trailed over your chest. He smiled against you as his fingers trailed over your waist. You shivered as electricity ran rampant through your body, igniting another fire deep within you. His fingers continued their trail down your body, drawing circles on your hips as you bucked against him. Pleas fell from your lips as you begged for his touch, for relief, for something more. His eyes were molten as his mouth left your chest. “What is it baby girl?” you panted as he whispered, his nose still lining your skin as he spoke. “Please. I need more. I need you.” You whispered, your voice hoarse. “Well since you asked so nicely.” He smirked, his jaw clenching as he crushed his lips to yours. He walked you back as you stumbled over long forgotten clothes. Your back hit concrete, the surface mottled and cold against your burning skin. His chest pressed against yours as his fingers danced over the skin of your thighs. You moaned against his lips as he hooked his hands beneath your knees, his muscles flexing as he hoisted you around his hips.

Your legs crossed his hips, feet latching together as his cock pressed against your core. He teased you, entering slightly before pulling from you, the sensation leaving you breathless as curses fell from your lips. He pushed forward, his hips slotting around your perfectly as he buried himself within you. You cried out as he paused, your body craving more as he slowly started to rock against you. You moaned, the sound muffled as you hid in his neck, your eyes screwed shut as he canted within you. He groaned as he bottomed out inside of you, his grip on you tightening. You kissed along his mole smattered skin, your lips barely touching his skin as his hips sped up, his cock hitting spots within you that made you see stars. You shook as your teeth sunk into his skin, his hips snapping against yours. The coil within you tightened as you clenched around him, he paused regaining his breath before slamming back into you, a cry echoing through the warehouse you found yourself in. “How badly do you want to cum baby girl?” His words vibrate against ear as he thrust into you; stars appearing in your peripherals. “You have no idea” you choked out as breaths became more labored. “Are you going to work for it?” You nodded, your hair brushing against his skin as he slammed forwards. “Willingly” your voice was quiet as his fingers released your legs. You struggled to the ground, your hands still bound behind your back.

“Turn around and stick your ass out for me?” His tone was demanding and you shook at the deepness of it. You did as he said, your shoulders hitting the concrete as you struggled to balance. His hands came down on the bottom of your spine, pulling you back to meet him as his cock teased over you. One hand left as he pumped himself, his cock trailing over your sensitive clit. “Please” you begged as he gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him. “I didn’t quite hear that baby girl.” you licked over your lips as he filled you once more. “Please. Fuck me.” You spoke louder, his cock stroking spots within you that you didn’t know existed. “Do you need to cum baby girl?” You nodded, your hair falling over your face as his hips hit yours, the coil in your stomach getting tighter with every thrust. “Yes.” You managed to coax out as his hands moved over your thighs. “Do you think you’ve worked hard enough for this?” His words teased you as his hips picked up speed, pleasure rocking through you. “Yes.” Your words were barely a whisper, drowned out by the chorus of moans as his fingers found your clit, rough fingertips rubbing figure eights over sensitive skin. You clenched around him as your orgasm crashed over you, your fingers lacing together as every muscle in your body on fire as they tightened. You cried out, fingers drawing patterns of indescribable pleasure over your clit. “Fuck baby girl. You feel better than I ever fucking thought.” Your body shook as you came hurtling down from your peak, your body sensitive and weak. His hips staggered as you arched against him, your body coming away from the wall you anchored yourself against. His hips slotted against yours as he bottomed out again, his breath coming in bursts as his orgasm crashed over him. A chorus of moans echoed through the warehouse as he fell against your back, your hands trailing against his stomach.

He paused for a moment, regaining his breath before he pulled from you. You stumbled bleary eyed, your legs weak as you found him again. “Careful” he warned as you saw a glint of silver. Scissors. He reached behind you, snipping the ties as you flexed your numbing fingers. “Thanks” you nodded as you stretched, your muscles sighing at the innocent gesture. He didn’t speak a word as you both dressed, faces blushed red. You were pulling your shirt back on as he shrugged off his hoodie. He crossed the space between you to wrap it around your shoulders. “You have a stain, plus your shirt must be cold” You smiled as you zipped it up, breathing in his scent, grateful for the warmth. “Thank you!” you sighed as you walked to the door, hesitant to go back to work. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing so I don’t know the etiquette” He spoke as you turned around, his hands buried deep in his pockets. “I don’t either. So I'm as clueless as you!” You laughed, watching his face light up in smile, mirroring your own. “I guess I should get back to work?” you nodded your head towards the door as he crossed the room following you out the door.

“You still want your red bull?” You asked as you reached the tills again. “I think I'm going to need it. I want to get you one too, you’re going to need it more than I do.” He winked as you scanned through the items. “Thanks!” He blushed as he paid, turning to walk out the door. “Um, I'm kind of locked in here, can you let me out?” He asked as you scrawled on the back of an old receipt. “Yeah sure but you should take this, just in case I'm on a night shift again or you decide you want your hoodie back” You came out from the till area, sliding the paper into his pocket. “You should take my number too, you know just in case.” he delved into his wallet, producing a business card. “So that’s your name? Stuart?” You smiled as he shyed away. "Yeah, so now you know what to moan in the shower” He winked as you felt something twinge inside you. He really was going to be the death of you. “Smooth Twombly” you winked as he hid his face. You took the keys from your belt, unlocking the door as he stepped out. He stepped back, cupping your face as he kissed you one last time. “Have a good shift baby girl” He spoke one last time, disappearing into the night, leaving you at the door.

Your shift ended and you went home in a daze, collapsing into bed. You woke to your alarm, alerting you it was time to go back to work. You made it there in record time, only to be turned away at the door. “Sorry but we’re going to have to let you go. Some CCtv footage was recovered at the request of a customer and we cannot let something like this happen again. It would be unethical of us as a company to let someone close down the business for her own personal gain.” You protested, knowing it was all in vain anyway. “I’m sorry for what I did and honestly I understand why you are letting me go.” You turned away defeated, reaching in your pocket for the business cards Stuart had handed you last night.

You rang the number, butterflies in your stomach as the dial tone stopped, Stuarts silky voice gracing the line instead. “Hey baby girl what’s wrong?” he cooed as you walked away from the store you once worked at. “I still have your hoodie.” You stated, a smile in his voice as he responded. “Keep it, looks good on you” You bit back a smile as he spoke. “One other thing, you wouldn't happen to know any jobs going?” He paused as he tapped his pen, your phone barely picking up the sound. “Funnily enough I think I know the perfect position.”

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