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dragonotaku-justineverything · 3 years

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Jaune was asked to be the photographer in Jessica's Cinder shoot, and he was more than happy to see her in a bikini at the Beacon pool. When they were done, her method of payment was laying back on a pool chair as Jaune fucked her breasts and splattered her face wit cum. The real Cinder was quite jealous.

So here’s my first attempt at a real smut/non sfw written piece with Jessica Nigri. I’m actually very nervous about posting this. I’ve been working on this for a while, constantly debating if I should even do it the entire time. I really hope this doesn’t make me look like a creep, but I also really wanted to finally try writing more raunchy stuff with Jessica Nigri.

But I put too much work into this to just NOT post it, so I guess we will all see how this first one goes and whether or not I’ll do anymore.

I’ll also be posting this to my Archive of Our Own account HERE.

So you all have been warned, what follows is a sort of one-shot (for now) smut piece of Jessica Nigri. You don’t enjoy stuff like that, you don’t have to read past this point.

*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*

The gorgeous Jessica Nigri stretched her arms out over her head and let out a throaty moan. She was currently standing waist deep in the pool in the backyard of her house. Her stretch also ‘unintentionally’ pushed out her chest, making her red and gold bikini strain to keep her well endowed chest contained. She opened her eyes, revealing that her irises were gold instead of brown, and looked over at Jaune who was so kind to offer to be her cameraman after her usual photographer bailed on her just that morning.

She ran her hands through her hair, which was now raven black instead of her usual blonde, and held that pose for the next set of pictures Jaune was going to take.

*SNAP* *SNAP*

Jaune, to his credit, did a great job at focusing on just taking the pictures and doing his job. It wasn’t easy. It got hard to maintain focus when Jessica started to pose more and more provocatively. He didn’t stare, but he had to check the pictures to make sure they were okay. With seeing so many sexy pictures, he couldn’t help the hard on that formed in his white swim trunks. He did the best he could to conceal it, but it was pointless.

Jessica saw the bulge forming from the start. She wasn’t offended or disgusted. She know the effect she had on guys and even some girls. She knew Jaune wasn’t a pervert, he just genuinely thought she was very attractive. That made her smirk a little proudly. It was nice knowing he thought she was pretty not just because she had big boobs.

*SNAP*

Jessica stopped posing and relaxed her body. She sighed and moved towards the stairs of her pool. As she started getting out, she looked to Jaune. “Alright Jaune, I think that’s plenty to work with. Thanks again so much for helping me out on such short notice.”

Jaune looked up from the camera screen, a bit startled by Jessica’s sudden voice. “Y-you sure? We could get a few more if you want.”

“Nah it’s fine. You’ve already taken at least 200 already. Put down the camera and I’ll go inside to get you your money.”

Jaune lowered the camera to waist level, but quickly waved his hand to dismiss Jessica’s. “No no, you don’t need to pay me. I was happy just to help out a friend.”

Jessica dramatically rolled her eyes at his dismissal. Seriously, he could really be too nice for his own good. “Jaune, I’m serious! You took four hours out of your Saturday off from Beacon to come down to Vale and help me with my shoot. I’m paying you.”

Jaune just sighed loudly. “Jessica, you don’t need to do that.”

Jessica grabbed a towel and started drying off her lower body as she fired back, “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”

“I’m serious Jessica.”

“So am I.”

The bickering between the two friends continued for a few more minutes with the same pattern. Jessica would insist that Jaune take money from her, and he would decline each and every offer.

Their ‘argument’ finally ended when Jaune yelled, “I’m not taking your money Jessica!”

Jessica just groaned in frustration. She was getting really annoyed now. How selfless (or stubborn) do you have to be not to accept money you did a job to earn?! She huffed, blowing a strand of her now black hair off to the side, and crossed her arms under her ample chest. When her girls got pushed up a little because of that, she looked down at them. Then she got a naughty little idea.

“Oh alright, fine Jaune. You don’t have to take my money.”

Jaune sighed in relief. He didn’t like bickering with his friends, especially over something as silly as this. He knows he did earn the money, but he just wouldn’t feel right taking money from his friends. “Thank you Jessica, I just don’t like tak-”

“You can just fuck my big tits instead~.”

Jessica had barely finished saying her newest offer when Jaune promptly froze and turned bright red. The camera slipping from his stiff fingers jogged some life back into Jaune. He fumbled with the camera a few times before getting a solid grip on it again. He rigidly turned to look at the beautiful woman who just made his heart stop. She looked very amused with Jaune’s panic. She wasn’t laughing out loud, but her golden eyes lit up while her upper body shook a little with laughter that she was holding back with tightly shut lips.

It took a minute, but Jessica finally reeled in her shaking and Jaune managed to calm down his blush a little. Now instead of it being his whole face, only his cheeks and ears were red.

Jessica spoke first, her lips in a wide and somewhat smug grin. “Wow. That was quite the-*snrk* reaction, ha ha ha.”

“W-well c-can you blame me!?” Jaune defended himself. “Y-you can’t just go making jokes like that! H-how did you expect me to react!”

“I wasn’t joking.”

…

Jaune’s head tilted to the side, the blush on his face being replaced with a look of confusion. “Huh?”

“I was serious. I’ll give you a boobjob.”

Jaune had zero idea how to respond to that.

So instead, his jaw just went slack and hung open in disbelief. Jessica did him a favor and stepped closer to him. She raised his jaw up with one slender finger on his chin to close his mouth. She slid her nail lightly along the underside of his jawline back towards his ear and then up towards his chin again, flicking her finger off when she ran out of track to follow. The small smirk still on her lips, she asked, “So how do you wanna go about it?”

Jaune sputtered while the red coloring flowed back to his entire face, before managing to speak. “Jessica! How could you say something like that?!”

“What’s the big deal?”

Jaune looked away sheepishly. “Y-you shouldn’t throw your body around like that. I-it’s not right. Your body isn’t something to use like a tool. Especially not for payment.”

Jessica’s brow scrunched up a bit in confusion, before her eyes lit up with realization.“Oooooh, Jaune you’re-” Jessica stopped herself and thought for a bit. He thought that she was offering her body just to pay him back for his help. ‘Oh for the love of-!…Jaune, why do you have to be so sweet and cute, but sooo dense! Okay, blunt it is.’ “Okay Jaune, how about this. I’m going to tell you, very clearly, what I meant by what I said.”

“O-okay?”

“I WANT you to fuck my tits.” Before Jaune could make a sound at hearing this new revelation, Jessica continued. “You weren’t the only one who couldn’t help sneaking a few glances.”

Jaune’s brow raised in confusion. “W-wha?”

Jessica grinned almost hungrily at him. She bit her glossy lower lip and moved her index finger to point down several times. “Those white trunks of yours aren’t that great at hiding anything~.”

Jaune’s eyebrows scrunched together a bit in confusion. He looked down to see what she was referring to, and promptly turned red.

Jaune had apparently gotten a bit distracted by Jessica because he had completely forgotten about the stiff problem in his trunks and stopped trying to hide it some time ago. Well that problem hadn’t gone down in the least. Jessica’s proposition hadn’t helped either. His boner had shifted and started pressing into the front of his trunks full force, making a bulge that no one could miss.

“So what do ya say~?”

Jaune’s attention shot back up to Jessica. While he was looking down at his own crotch, she had moved very close to him. So close they were almost touching. Jaune had to tilt his head a bit to look down at her. He accidently looked down a little too far though and ended up staring directly down her cleavage since her wonderful, bountiful chest was only an inch away from touching his.

As much as Jaune wanted to, he couldn’t look away.

Jessica noticed that he was staring again almost immediately. With a smirk, she quickly bounced on the balls of her feet several times, getting her tits to bounce and jiggle beautifully in her tight red bikini top. Jaune’s eyes stayed locked on them.

“You wanna see if my big girls can help out with your little friend down there~?” Jessica’s eyes had a teasing glint, not that Jaune noticed. He just nodded his head to say yes, or he was still tracking her bouncing tits. Either way, both were good enough for Jessica. She gently took his hand and led him over to the closest pool chair next to a small glass table.

Jessica turned around and sat down on the soft, yellow cushion on the chair. She had to admit it felt pretty nice against her ass cheeks since it was warmed under the sun all day. She brought hands up to undo the knotted string on Jaune’s swim trunks and gently slid them down. The white trunks dropped to Jaune’s ankles, the man’s breath hitching when they did, and it was Jessica’s turn to stare.

Jaune’s very, very hard cock sprung free, no longer being confined in those trunks that now looked way too small to Jessica. ‘How did they manage to keep this dick contained? It has to be a good seven inches at least!’ The seven inch monster in question stood directly out from Jaune’s crotch, completely rigid and with the head aimed directly at her face.

Jessica stared down the shaft of the huge cock, not blinking. She inched her face closer to it briefly, but she pulled back just before her lips touched it. As much as she might want to, that wasn’t the deal. ‘There will probably be another time for that anyways~.’ Jessica heard Jaune whimper though when she pulled away. She glanced up at him with a small smirk. “Don’t worry Jaune, you’re gonna get something else. I think it will be even better too~.”

Jessica swung her legs up onto the lawn chair and scooted back on it. She arched her back and pushed out her chest before laying down against the inclined backrest. She reached over to the glass table and picked up the bottle of sunscreen that was on it next to her scroll. She hadn’t used it for the shoot, but it was always nice to be prepared for anything. After all, she was about to get some great use out of it now.

She flicked open the lid and turned it over right above her tits. She stared directly at Jaune with complete confidence as she squeezed the bottle and felt the chilly white cream landed all over the top and into the valley of her cleavage. For a good five seconds, Jessica just kept layering up the sunscreen. Finally the long, white stream from the bottle ended with a small pouf. She closed the lid and put it back down on the side table next to the chair. She jokingly cleared her throat and looked back to Jaune.

With a smile, she grabbed her own tits, almost slamming her hands down on the soft D cup mounds, still covered by her bikini top. Jaune unconsciously let out a high pitched noise when he saw those big mounds flatten a bit under her hands. His eyes stayed locked on her big tits as her hands slowly began to roll them around. The large amount of sunscreen on top of and in between them slowly began to get spread around every inch of her flawless skin, especially in the wonderful valley between her boobs.

Her smooth, tan skin was soon covered in obvious white streaks from the sunscreen being rubbed in just a little bit. The bikini top she was wearing also shifted and Jaune could just start to see the darker skin of her areolas, and her hard nipples pressing against the fabric.

“That should be enough.” Jessica stopped playing with her own tits and ran her slightly messy hands down her slim waist. She laid back against the back of the lawn chair and pushed her chest out. “Well Jaune, feel free to start whenever you come back to your senses~.”

While Jaune was indeed very distracted by her erotic show just now, he was still very aware of what she said. He hesitantly took a small step out of his swim trunks and closer towards the chair she was laying on, his shins now touching the frame of it and completely naked. A part of him still wanted to decline, another part even wanted to say he’d just take the money now, but those were both very small in comparison to the part of him that wanted what was being offered right in front of him.

Jaune carefully raised his right leg and climbed onto the chair as well, his knees pressing down on the cushion on either side of Jessica’s thighs. He slowly scooted his knees forward and soon had his hard cock positioned above her chest. He looked down at her, then realized he was still holding the camera. With one hand, Jaune reached over and set it down on the same table that the sunscreen bottle was on.

With his hands now free, he grabbed the top of the chair’s back above Jessica’s head. He lowered his hips to position his cock at the bottom of her boobs under the middle bikini strap. He looked at Jessica to make sure it was okay. Their eyes locked and Jessica bit her lower lip as she nodded. Without any more hesitation, Jaune slid his cock head into her vast cleavage.

His cock head hit the skin in between her tits and slid up inside with ease, getting both of them to shiver a bit. Jaune pushed his cock all the way through and pulled his hips back. Within seconds, Jaune had started a steady rhythm of fucking Jessica’s tits. Jaune continued to hump into her cleavage, already loving the amazing feeling enveloping his cock from the incredibly soft pillows enveloping his shaft.

Jessica was also enjoying herself. She looked down from Jaune’s blushing face to her cleavage. She was greeted by the sight of the head of Jaune’s cock popping out, now slick with white sunscreen too. She was pretty impressed that it was big enough to do that. She could also feel just how hot and hard his shaft was. ‘Fuck, it feels like a metal rod! Let’s see how he likes this though~.’

While Jaune did already seem to be in paradise, Jessica decided to make it just a bit more… interesting for him~.

With a smirk, she moved her hands back up to her tits and pushed them together. Jaune gasped as the soft tits that were around his cock started to squeeze down, rubbing the cock between them even more. He stopped moving just to get used to the new tightness. Jessica chuckled as she heard the man above her gasp, letting her know that she made a good move.

Jaune started rolling his hips forward once again, this time needing more force to push into her slick cleavage. Pretty soon, his rolling turned into full on thrusting. Jaune was now literally just fucking her tits without a second thought, letting out small grunt and groans as he did so. His grunts almost drowned out the slick ‘plap’ing sound of his cock pumping in and out between her slippery tits as he thrusted away.

Those weren’t the only noises being made though. Alongside Jaune’s grunts, his cock’s slick ‘plap’s, and Jessica’s own moans and giggles as she watched Jaune eagerly thrust away between her sensitive tits, was a creaking sound coming from the rocking chair they were on. With Jaune’s harder thrusting, the chair had started shaking quite a bit. Jaune had also tightened his grip on the back of the chair, unknowing pulling it towards him with his thrusts. Jessica felt the rocking, but thought nothing of it.

Until Jaune pulled so far that the back of the chair slipped out of the slot keeping its back inclined.

“Aaaah!”

With a surprised yelp, Jessica fell back with the chair. She let out a small “Oouf!” as the chair flattened out. It now looked more like a skinny bed.

“Jessica?! Are you okay?”

Jessica, now laying flat on her back, looked back up to Jaune who was propped above her. He looked at her worriedly and had stopped his thrusting. She smiled and nodded. “Yup! I’m all good. Actually, this position might be better~.” Her hands squeezed and rolled her tits around Jaune’s cock, enticing him to continue. “Though, I still haven’t gotten your white stuff on my tits~. So keep going~.”

Jaune looked at her for a second, but once he saw that she really was okay, he started rocking his cock back into her cleavage again. A few seconds later and he was back to thrusting between her tits as quickly as he had been. The new position they were in was definitely making it a lot easier for him to fuck the sexy cosplayer’s tits.

Jessica didn’t stop helping her girls rub his dick either. Her hands still firmly pushing them around Jaune’s shaft, even sinking her fingers into them a little, making her moan along with Jaune. She glanced over at the table next to them, thinking about pouring some more sunscreen on to help things get really messy, when something else caught her attention.

She saw her scroll though the glass. Seeing that it was more within her reach than the sunscreen bottle, she quickly got another idea. She moved her hand off her left tit and reached over to the table, now using one arm to keep her breasts wrapped tightly around the meaty rod fucking them. She smirked as she started her naughty little plan.

Jaune didn’t see Jessica reach for the table because his eyes were closed, just enjoying his own little paradise at the moment. For a whole minute, Jaune was only focused on pumping faster and faster into her slippery cleavage, his cock still gliding effortlessly into her deep valley. It felt too fucking good to stop now, and he wanted as much pleasure as he could get.

His heavy balls were sliding along her stomach and slapping into her underboob at this point with how heavy his thrusts had gotten. Jaune scrunched his eyes shut even harder and let loose a guttural moan as he felt himself get right to the edge. He could feel his cock twitch and pulse as he finally hit his breaking point.

“Fuuuuuuck! Jessicaaa!” Before Jaune even finished shouting her name, he was already unloading ropes of cum. “Uuuughfuck!” As he continued to release ropes of cum out without care, he felt absolute bliss shoot through him. Nothing could have ruined how amazing he felt right now.

For nearly a minute, Jaune kept shooting loads of his thick cum. He felt them get smaller and smaller though, and soon came to a full stop. Jaune panted heavily, coming down slowly from his climax. The best best one he’d ever had too. He slowly opened his eyes finally and looked down, and his slowly softening cock nearly shot back to attention when he did.

Underneath him was Jessica Nigri, covered in his spunk. everything from her head down to the top of her breasts was covered in thick white ropes of his cum. The sexiest part of that though was seeing her happily lick around her lips and scoop up what cum she could into her mouth, all with a sexy smirk on her glossy lips.

Jessica took her hands off her tits and started using them to scoop up cum off her face. She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly pushed them past her lips one by one, sensually sucking them clean from cum. She moaned in the back of her throat, knowing Jaune was watching her now.

After all her fingers were clean, Jessica parted her lips slightly and pulled her last finger out of her mouth, pulling her bottom lip down a little as it slid out. She looked straight up into Jaune’s eyes and moaned in a sultry voice. “Mmmmmm~. Delicious~.” Jaune blushed when he heard that, getting a small chuckle from Jessica.

After waiting a couple of seconds to let Jaune calm down, Jessica started to sit up, prompting Jaune to back away from her and sit down on the long side of the chair. Jessica made sure that her bikini top was still somewhat fitted on her breasts as she sat up completely, then swung her legs off the chairs side to join Jaune sitting directly next to him. She stretched her arms up above her head with her fingers interlaced, letting out a relaxed sigh. Jaune didn’t stop himself from staring at her chest as she pushed it out.

Jessica’s arms fell back down to her side and she gently started to rub Jaune’s thigh with her right hand. “Mmmmuuuh that was pretty hot Jaune, you have fun~?”

Jaune looked over at her, and eagerly nodded his blushing head. “Yeah, t-that was amazing Jessica.”

Jessica kept smirking and patted his thigh twice with her hand. “Well, maybe that can happen again sometime. Whaddya think of that Jaune~?”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Well then, I guess we’re gonna have to try to get together more often huh~? But for now, I think I’m going to go take a shower and get cleaned up a bit. You did get me pretty messy~.” Jessica stood up and picked up her scroll. “If you’d like, I have a spare bathroom with another shower that you could use.” With that, she started to sashay towards her house with a sexy sway in her hips.

Jaune started after those swaying hips and committed them to memory. As Jessica slid her home’s backdoor open, Jaune stood up and picked up his swim trunks, covered his crotch with them and jogged to catch up to her. Jessica stepped aside and let him in first, admiring his fine ass as he walked by. ‘I’m gonna have to compare mine with his sometime~. Those are some firm cheeks~.”

With that thought, Jessica stepped into her home as well and closed the door behind them.

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Chime~

Cinder’s musing on her scroll was interrupted as she received a video message. She also groaned when she saw who it was from. “Uuugh. What does that bimbo want now?” Cinder was really tired of being annoyed by Jessica. Jessica had tried to be ‘friends’ with her at first, but now just seemed to just enjoy annoying Cinder whenever she could. Just the thought of her right now started to make Cinder feel frustrated.

“Whatever it is, it’s probably just a waste of my time.”Despite her better judgement, Cinder still opened the message from Jessica, though a bit begrudgingly. After a few seconds of loading, the video started to play and she was greeted by the sight of her ‘counterpart’ Jessica recording herself by holding her scroll out above her. Cinder could see her body was rocking slightly, but before she could even wonder why that was, the camera began to pan down Jessica’s body.

Revealing a large cock quickly pumping back and forth between her sunscreen covered breasts.

Cinder’s head recoiled back slightly at seeing such a thing on her screen. Because she was farther away from the screen now, Cinder finally noticed that there was a small caption in a tinted dark blue line on the bottom of the video.

[I hope you like trying to catch up Cindy~. I think I have a good step up on you~.]

Cinder scoffed after reading that caption. “What on Remnant is she talking about? What could I possibly need to catch up with…. her…. on…” Cinder’s question trailed off as the camera angle panned again, completely flipping around this time. It landed on the face of a man propped above her.

Not just any strange man either. But Jaune Arc. The Jaune Arc that she had been trying to get to fuck her for weeks, with zero results. And now here he was on her scroll screen, currently fucking this bimbo’s tits!

The video ended while Cinder was ranting in her thoughts. It started to replay on a loop, but before it played the first five seconds again, the screen went blank. Then started to show cracks as Cinder slowly crushed it in her grip. She abruptly stood up and tossed her scroll on to the bed she’d been on.

She straightened out her red dress and started to pace towards the door. “Fine. If that slut wants to try to steal what I want, I’ll happily make her realize her mistake. You wanted me to ‘catch up’ Jessica? Well, I’ll make you regret those words.”

With a determined fire blazing in her eyes, she left the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She didn’t pay any of the scared students she passed a second thought. She had to think of a plan of how her desired fucktoy to get back, and rub that bimbo’s face in it when she did.

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cyllaeth · 3 years

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Hi! This fic is heavily inspired by this post (i love you!) and wonderful @on-maars who agreed to beta-read this (she writes too! sooo go visit her blog and ao3 and show her some love!) Enjoy! ❤

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Itʼs a very boring, slow shift. Theyʼve been on a few ordinary calls, no dramas this time. Oh, theyʼre not complaining—actually itʼs nice and refreshing that LA for once seems to be careful. It doesnʼt happen often so the 118 really is grateful for this peaceful and sleepy evening. The station is silent. Theyʼd eaten Bobbyʼs macʼnʼcheese earlier (it tasted like heaven) and then most of the team decided to take a nap. Bobbyʼs sitting in the kitchen, talking quietly with Athena on the phone. Theyʼre planning another Grant-Nash family dinner because Athenaʼs complaining that David is working way too much and deserves to fully rest. And she wants to make sure heʼll be able to do it. Chimʼs sitting by the table, focused on his baby book; he takes his dad role very seriously and he wants to be as much prepared as he can. Heʼs still a little nervous because what if he will be a bad parent?, but most of the time he manages to shush these thoughts and focus on the bright side. Henʼs also deeply concentrated on her medical book although sheʼs sprawled on the armchair in a very odd position—she should probably get up and stretch her legs but she doesnʼt have the energy to do it and sheʼll probably regret it soon. She repeats quietly some words from time to time; it helps her remember things. Buckʼs on another armchair; heʼs spread out in an entirely different—and definitely more comfortable—position. Whatʼs maybe surprising for some people, he also has a book in his hands. Heʼs reading about love languages and it seems like itʼs a very engrossing lecture because thereʼs a wrinkle between his brows and he occasionally chuckles at something.

Eddieʼs nowhere in sight. That heavy, drowsy atmosphere at the station got to him very quickly and he went to sleep. It didnʼt go that well, though. He slept maybe for like 20 minutes but then he woke up and kept shifting positions. Itʼs like his brain just couldnʼt shut up. Lying in the bunk doesnʼt make sense anymore so he gets up and goes to the kitchen. Heʼs not surprised to see his closest coworkers sitting there. They barely notice him when he decides to take a bottle of water from the fridge. He comes closer and stands across the armchair Buckʼs sitting on. He knows his friend is aware of his presence but he still doesnʼt pay attention to him.

Eddie takes a sip from the bottle and then he clears his throat.

“I have this urge to do something stupid”, he says casually because he hopes his friends would understand.

“Iʼm stupid, do me.”

Thereʼs a sudden change of atmosphere. Itʼs no longer sleepy—itʼs almost cracking with electricity. Four sets of eyes are looking in Buckʼs direction.

Oh, shit. Has Buck really said those words out loud? Panic starts to creep up in his chest because he didnʼt plan to blurt something like this while his friends are here. Or never. Heʼs convinced he just fucked up the most important relationship in his life. But Eddie is not looking at him with disgust, but with disbelief and uncertainty—as if heʼs not quite sure Buckʼs serious or if heʼs just joking. His gaze is piercing, like heʼs trying to read Buckʼs mind.

Chim slams his book on the table and looks very exasperated.

“Really? In front of my baby book?”

He surely sounds irritated but his face is betraying him. Heʼs been waiting for so long for something like this to happen— maybe not this stupid — but something thatʼd push those two idiots to resolve this sexual tension between them.

Hen, on the other hand, looks very cheerful.

“Iʼm gonna be a hundred dollar richer”, she grins widely.

Bobby doesnʼt say much; heʼs completely fine with only being an observer. Heʼs perfected his poker face through the years so the expression on his face is unreadable. Deep down, he hopes that his boys will talk about whatʼs going on between them and they will get together. He doesnʼt even mind if he loses a little bit of money. As long as Buck and Eddie pull their heads out of their asses.

“Wait, why are you gonna be richer?”, asks Buck and he looks at Hen very suspiciously. He prays Eddie would say something and maybe stop looking at him like this because it makes him nervous and more embarrassed. Heʼs sure that his friend noticed already that his cheeks are probably red by now.

“Oh my sweet, clueless Buckaroo”, says Hen, looking at him with a rather fond expression. “Weʼve had a—”

The bell rings.

Buck has never hated the bell more.

— • —

The call—itʼs not bad. Itʼs not difficult, nothing that they couldnʼt handle. Just a couple of dumbasses at a party doing stupid challenges. They work almost as well as usually—synchronised, effortlessly, quickly—but the tension between Buck and Eddie is even more noticeable, less bearable than normally. Bobby decides to separate them; Eddie goes with Hen and Buck works with Chim. It doesnʼt help too much. Hen catches Eddie staring at Buckʼs ass and rolls her eyes. Chim claims that Buckley is the obvious one but he clearly hasnʼt seen the way Eddie looks at Buck now. And itʼs definitely not platonic. Hen may be the one who wears glasses but she definitely sees how they look at each other. She nudges Eddie softly to bring him back to reality and to finish their tasks. When theyʼre officially done with helping there, they go back to the firetruck. Buck sits across Eddie, their knees bumping from time to time but they donʼt share a word. They just... Let themselves glance at each other quickly only to look away just as fast every time their eyes actually meet. Chimʼs jealous of Bobby because he at least doesnʼt have to witness this awkwardness. He doesnʼt try to bring a topic to talk about even if Henʼs silently encouraging him to do so. They spend the rest of the drive in complete silence. Both Chim and Hen pretend to be asleep; Hen opens one eye a few times to check if either Buck or Eddie made some movements, maybe moved closer or, at least, looked at each other but no. They sit still as if someone froze them. Locking them in a closet is a very tempting idea (it was actually Maddie who came up with it) because all of the 118 and their friends are already so done with them dancing around each other for two years. Eventually, they arrive at the station. Buckʼs not in a hurry to leave the firetruck; heʼs nervous and he bites his lip quite hard, wondering if he should bring the topic.

“Eddie?”, he asks with some hesitation in his voice. Eddie finally looks at him and he only nods.

“Guys, can you—”, Bobby wants to hurry them up but heʼs quickly shushed by Hen.

“Leave them, Cap. Let them do each other.”

Bobby looks horrified at the thought. He eyes both Buck and Eddie very suspiciously and he points the finger at them.

“You two, no making out in the firetruck! And no sex either!”

Buck nearly chokes on his own saliva. This isnʼt something heʼd expected to hear. Especially from Bobby. He tries to explain itʼs not like that, itʼs not like theyʼre going to kiss each other. Buck only wants to apologize to Eddie for saying something this stupid and hopes itʼs gonna be enough for him. But Bobby doesnʼt stay, heʼs already going to the kitchen, Hen and Chim following his steps.

Theyʼre left alone and Buck finally turns around to face Eddie. His friend has a very weird expression on his face and Buckʼs not sure if heʼs able to read it right.

“Having sex with you in the firetruck wasnʼt my first thought when I said I wanted to do something stupid”, Eddie confesses and he starts to grin. He hasnʼt moved yet but Buck feels like heʼs so close to him heʼs taking his breath away. Okay, this is something he hasnʼt expected either.

“Then what were you thinking about?”, Buck asks. His voice is shaky, unsure but Eddieʼs smile is contagious.

“Iʼm not really sure. I didnʼt have anything particular in mind I think. But you really caught me off guard and I canʼt stop thinking about it since.”

As he says it, heʼs finally moving towards Buck. He stops when thereʼs barely any space between them. They donʼt break eye contact even for a second; Eddie gently cups Buckʼs face in his hands. He strokes the stubble on his friendʼs jaw with his thumb. They let their breaths mingle, their lips maybe an inch away from each other but none of them moves first.

Buckʼs mind is still trying to process what Eddie has said but itʼs hard to form any coherent thought when he can feel the other manʼs body heat and, holy shit, is Eddie hard because of him?

“If youʼre still thinking about doing me, I think it requires at least a little bit of kissing”, manages to say Buck. Heʼs still not sure if itʼs all real or itʼs just his imagination but he doesnʼt care. He retrieved his usual cocky attitude and he knows Eddie likes it.

“Smartass”, Eddie chuckles but then he captures his lips with his own.

Itʼs far from chaste, sweet or innocent. Itʼs very heated, rushed; the kind of kiss that makes your blood boil. Buck moans softly when Eddie tugs him closer by the belt and he rolls his hips over him. He hears the belt unbuckling and a Spanish curse when Eddieʼs struggling with unzipping his pants. His mindʼs all fuzzy because of all the touches, the kisses, the heated stares. Because, apparently, itʼs all very real and—

Thereʼs a loud bang on the window.

“I told you, no making out in the firetruck”, they hear Bobbyʼs voice but he doesnʼt sound angry or annoyed. Itʼs more amused than anything. And then, they hear footsteps growing quieter which means theyʼre alone again.

“I need to remind Bobby that no making out rule should apply to everybody, not only me”, Buck scowls.

“Wait, you saw something I havenʼt seen and you haven’t told me?”

“I once caught Cap and Athena kissing here. It was gross, theyʼre like my parents”, Buck exclaims, making a very disgusted expression.

Eddie laughs.

“I think we made sure nobody will try to kiss here again. So... What do you think about the showers?”

Buckʼs only response is to lead him to the bathroom.

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #buddie drabble #911 fic #lucy writes #lucy's attempt to write

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beelsbaby · 3 years

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yummy love | Beelzebub

Chapter Fifteen: I love you!

Summary: Everyone knows that Beel simps for you the most, even you, but you think Beel deserves better. Can Beelzebub break down your walls?

Note: I was supposed to post this a few minutes ago but as I was copying it I accidentally deleted it and I almost had a panic attack but I got it back and I’m okay 😊 I am so sad that the next chapter of yummy love is the last one, thank you all for the love you’ve shown me and the fic, I love you all 💘 ALSO! I’m posting a Megumi fic tomorrow, it’s super fluffy ahhh can’t wait for you guys to read it!!

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“You look amazing, Y/n!” Asmo squeals as you look at yourself in the mirror. Asmo really did go all out. You look incredible, even if it was just casual wear.

“Thank you, Asmo. You really outdid yourself!”

Asmo smiled at you, “What time will he pick up?” He asked. You glanced at your D.D.D, 6:50.

“Like 10 minutes... Asmo, I’m super nervous!” You sigh as you flop onto your bed. What if Beel changed his mind? What if you embarrassed yourself or something?

“Y/n, get up! I just styled your hair!” Asmo huffs at you, “And there’s no reason to be nervous! Beel is going to love the way you look. I mean, you could wear a potato sack and Beel would still love you! But it’s not about your look... isn’t it?”

You shake your head. “What if he realizes that he could do better than me? What if he gets bored of me?” You sigh.

Asmo takes a deep breath, “That would never happen! Because it’s simply not true. Y/n, you’re great— amazing even. You have changed all of us. You made us feel like a family again. You did that. You don’t even know the power you possess. Beel would never stop loving you. I mean that dummy’s head over heels for you and he’s never loved anyone but us. If he loves you, it’s because he knows how beautiful and special you are. Y/n! No stop crying! You’re going to get all puffy!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You giggle while gently wiping off your tears. “How do I look?” You ask.

“Perfect. Beel won’t know what hit him!” Asmo smiles, “Now come here.”

Asmo pulls you into a gentle hug. Ever since you came down to the Ddevildom, the brothers have made you feel nothing short of special. You might of changed their lives but little did they know... they changed yours too.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you hear a loud knock at your door, the loud noise causing you to jump away from Asmo.

“Lover boy is here. You ready?” Asmo asks you.

“Absolutely not... I feel a little nauseous.” You pout. Asmo laughs, “You’ll be fine! Now go to your bathroom.”

“Wait why do I have to go to the bathroom?!” You whisper-yelled at Asmo as he shoved you into your bathroom.

“It’s for the suspense, duh!” He whisper-yelled back at you, “I’ll get the door!”

He shut the bathroom door and went to open your bedroom door.

“Oh, Y/n, I thought you had changed your mind about— Asmo?” Beel looks down confusingly at his older brother. Why was Asmo in your room right your date?

“Oh relax, little brother! I was just helping Y/n prepare for your date. No need to get all jealous! Come on out, Y/n!” Asmo giggled.

Beel scoffed, “I’m not jeal... ous” Beel trails off as he sees you come out the bathroom. He always knew you were beautiful, but damn.

“Hi Beel.” You smiled up at him. He felt his knees go weak with the cute little bashful smile you gave him.

“Y/n... you look beautiful. Very beautiful.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. Geez, Beel could tell you a simple math equation and you’d still blush. You really have it bad.

“You look very good, Beel!” You yelled, “I’m sorry! I mean you look very nice, too.”

Beel laughs when he sees your frazzled face, “Thank you, sweetheart. Are you ready to go?” He asks while extending his hand. You feel like you can’t speak so you just nod and eagerly take his hand in yours.

As you both begin to leave your room, you turn back to Asmo and wave at him with your other hand.

“Bye, sweetheart. Have fun!” Asmo teases as he slowly closes your door. You roll your eyes and flip him off. A bad habit you’ve picked up from Mammon. You hear him fake gasp as you and Beel walk down the stairs.

“Sooo, where are we going?” You ask Beel as you guys walk out the House.

“You’ll see. Are you scared of motorcycles?” Beel asks you.

“Motorcycles? No, not really... why?”

Beel leads you to gate, where you see a dark blue and orange motorcycle parked.

“Well, I don’t have the best wings for flying, so Lucifer gave me this when he first came here. I guess he also knew I really liked seeing humans ride on bikes like this so he saw it as a win win... you don’t mind?”

You shake your head, “I don’t. Just be careful, yeah?”

“Of course, I have precious cargo.” He laughs as he passes you a helmet. You put it on with a small smirk, Asmo would kill you if he saw you right now. He’d say you ruined his hard work.

Beel gets on the bike and starts it. You stare at him for a second. You didn’t think he could get more attractive but he just proved you completely wrong.

“Well? You coming?” He smirks at you. You nod, and climb up behind him. You wrap you arms around his waist.

“Hold on tight!” He shouts as he revs the bike and kicks up the kickstand.

“Beel!” You yelp as you squeeze his waist tighter. You hear him chuckle.

He drives for a few minutes before he turns into a small park. The park was surprisingly full.

When Beel steps off the bike, he gently grabs your waist, picks you up, then sets you down in front of him.

“Beel! I could have gotten down.” You yelp.

“I know, I just wanted an excuse to touch you.” He grins at you, his hands still on your waist.

You take off your helmet and you fix your hair, “You know, I kind of like this cocky side of you.” You giggle.

Beel smiles, “Really? Good, because I didn’t think it was working.”

“Have you been trying to act all confident for me?” You asked.

“More like.. I’m trying to be more confident. For you.”

You smile, “Beelzebub. I like you just the way you are. I do like your confident side, but if it’s too much, be you. I like you, anyway.”

Beel blushes and pulls you to his chest by your waist.

“Thank you, Y/n. But just knowing that you love me makes me the cockiest demon in the Devildom.” He smirks.

You scoff, “Hey hey, I never said anything about love!”

“But you do!” Beel’s laugh was always so contagious, you had no choice but to laugh along with him.

He pulls away from you and lead you into the park. You see some demons sitting on the ground chatting, others playing sports, and the younger ones playing at the playground.

“Beel?” You ask him as you both take a seat on the ground.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Not that I’m complaining but what are we doing here?” You ask.

He points to the dark sky, “You’ll see in a moment.”

You look up at the sky and for a moment you notice nothing. If you seconds later the dark sky is illuminated by exploding flashes of different colors. It’s such a beautiful sight, you can’t help but smile and turn back to Beel.

“Beel! It’s so pretty! But why?”

Beel laughs at how loud you have to speak. “It’s a Devildom holiday today!” He yells back. You turn back to the sky watching the beautiful fireworks display. Beel, however, continues to stare at you. You might’ve thought the sky was a pretty sight, but he thought you were the best looking thing he’s ever seen.

“You’re beautiful.” He mutters to you.

“What?” You yell at him, not hearing him well enough.

“You’re beautiful! And I love you!” He yells back.

You smile up at him, I love you too!”

Beel’s eyes widen for a second. You said you loved him. You actually said you loved him. You didn’t say you thought you did, like the last time. He feels his heart swell with pure joy. He gently grasps you face with his hand, slowly pulling you in, slowly enough to give you a chance to back out if you didn’t want this. But you didn’t back out. Instead, you flutter your eyes closed and slowly lean in until both your lips touched. His kiss was full of love and passion. It felt like forever kissing Beel. But it was a forever you’d happily be stuck in. You let out a small whine when he reluctantly pulls away.

“Y/n... be mine... please? I want to do that forever.” Beel sighs happily.

“Of course, Beel. But you realize I’ve always been yours, right?” You giggle.

Beel smiles and pulls you onto his lap.

“And I’ve always been yours.” He says before pulling you down, kissing you passionately. You’ve never felt like you belonged anywhere, but in this moment you knew you were meant to be here with Beel.

“I...love... you!” He mumbles in between kisses.

You giggled, “I love you too!”

“Say it again.” He laughs.

“I said I love you!” You laugh as he hugs you tightly.

You lean your head on his chest and hug him back. You both never wanted to let go.

Suddenly, you hear a low growl coming from Beel’s stomach. You slowly pull away, giggling at the sound.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I thought I ate enough to last until we got back.” He sighs.

“Aw Beel! Let’s go back so you can eat.” You tell him, standing up.

“No, I feel like I’m ruining our date.” He pouts.

“We can continue it at the House! I’ll even cook for you~”

He quickly stand ups up, “I love you!” He smiles brightly. You smile back, “I love you too. Now let’s go back, your stomach growls are starting to get peoples attention!”

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Asmo is such a bestie 🥰

Beel on a bike ??? We stan 😳

I want a Beel 🥺

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cinnamonbunsenburner · 3 years

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A Witchy Situation *Oikawa Tooru x Witch! Reader University AU*

You were panicking. The cauldron you had ordered online was not going to make it for the full moon tomorrow night. Frustrated, you tossed your phone to the bed and threw yourself to the ground dramatically, throwing a tantrum like a kid.

‘It’s the moon’s fault, gods damn it! All this energy is making me fucking crazy and now this shitty cauldron wouldn’t make it for my ritual to rid myself off the bad energies this past month!!’, you vented in your mind.

You continued to weakly pound your fists on your bedroom floor when you suddenly heard the soft pitter patter of the rain.

“RAIN. WHERE ARE MY JARS?!”, you exclaimed out loud. You were internally thankful that your boyfriend wasn’t home because you cannot for the life of you stutter out a believable explanation on why you were gonna place several mason jars and bowls on your patio. It was enough that you convinced Oikawa that rain water was ‘healthier’ for your indoor plants *it wasn’t* rather than tap water.

You gathered some of your jars, which were empty because you recently performed a protection ritual in your shared apartment, and placed them carefully on the floor of your patio to catch some rain water that you were going to charge under the full moon tomorrow night.

As you went back inside, you decided to light some incense to smoke cleanse the apartment and your used tools. You spread them out on the living room floor, carefully putting some crystals to cleanse in a bowl that’s full of salt and the non-soluble ones in a bowl full of the last of your rain water.

‘It feels to stuffy in here ugh,’ you thought, grimacing as it might influence your behaviour even more. Looking at the clock, you still had about two hours before your boyfriend comes home from practice. You opened the windows and began lighting your incense with the intent of cleansing all the negative energy that roamed around. You started with your used tools and moved to the rest of the apartment. As you went into the kitchen you couldn’t help but stare at the several jars of herbs and spices decorated .. everywhere.

When you were beginning your craft *which was also the time when you and your boyfriend moved in together*, you suddenly felt the need to stack up on some herbs with different magickal properties despite not doing spells yet. Then came the hoarding of jars, crystals, incense, and of course, candles. But it was mainly herbs that you kept on buying. It wasn’t until Oikawa pointed out that you were wasting money when you could plant your own. And that was the birth of your obsession with plants.

Two years later, your mini herb garden influenced your hot as fuck boyfriend to also grow his flower and vine garden as well. It was the happiest day of your life when Oikawa brought home three different kinds of flowers and a vine of some sort, saying that you two are going to breath the freshest air with the amount of plants that you have. And you couldn't wish for something more amazing than that.

‘We’re plant parents y/n! Oh! We should name all of them.’

‘They already have names Tooru-’

‘Nonsense! Those are LABELS, y/n-chan. Our plants need more respect and freedom of expression!’

You eventually gave in and now all of the pots of all the plants have names. Yes, your idiotically endearing boyfriend memorised their names like the back of his hand.

You smiled fondly and shook your head. Sometimes you don’t know if Tooru’s secretly a green witch or something with the way he cares for each of the plants. But nevertheless, you loved it. You loved him.

‘Damn it, I’m simping so hard again. That's his job, not mine! Ugh I love my idiot so much’, you face palmed your most probably red face.

You finished cleansing the entire apartment and put out the incense, heading towards the bathroom for a shower.

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You were just finishing up with your night skin care routine *charged with a beauty sigil and positive intent, obviously* when you heard your front door open.

“Behold, your prince has come bearing food!”, Oikawa’s voice echoed loudly. It was a saturday so it was Tooru’s turn to buy dinner. It was something you guys talked about.

You two would always take turns in either buying or making dinner. Even if there was a misunderstanding between the two of you, that ‘treaty’ as Oikawa had put it, would always be followed. One time, there was a particularly large fight between the both of you *you can’t remember anything from it anymore but you two had definitely learned from it * that provoked the both of you to raise your voices at one another.

You both soon realise your toxic attitude in avoiding problems and bottling it up, letting it burst at the second it was too much to set aside. From then on, no matter how small the issue is in your personal lives, you talk it out while eating dinner. Sure, it might cause a slight disagreement but you two actually preferred it that way rather than letting it boil further into a huge melting pot that may risk a permanent tear in your relationship *yes, you two had opened up about this. And yes, Oikawa is indeed an ugly crier. But hey, at least your problems are solved sooner than later.*

You froze as you remembered that you had accidentally left your witchy stuff out in the open. You weren't particularly closeted but you weren't ready to tell your boyfriend. You were sure though that he already had a hunch once you hoarded some stuff that you normally didn’t pay attention to. And with his knowledge of extraterrestrials and the unknown, it’s going to shock you if he still doesn't suspect you of being a witch.

You quickly put down your brush and rushed to meet your now suspiciously quiet boyfriend. You found him crouched on the floor poking at the crystals in your salt bowl while holding your wand in the other hand.

“Tooru! You’re home! ahahaha, that’s nothing to be,” you closed off your book of witchcraft that was bearing a chapter introduction to blood magick. “thought about too much,” you said nervously, tucking your arms behind you as you stared off to the side. He looked up at you while his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

“..One of your crystals are kinda goopy and kinda melting there in the water y/n-chan,” Oikawa pointed at your bowl full of rain water.

“Eh?”, you stared back at him.

It was an awkward silence after a few moments, neither knew how to react. He blinked at you.

And you blinked back at him.

...

“...crap, my Selenite.”

“Uh.. yeah. It’s kinda dissolving so I think you should take it out”

You snapped out of it and quickly sat beside him to attempt to salvage your water soluble crystal. The said crystal doesn’t even NEED to be cleansed. It was partially dissolved and your eye twitched, thinking that this was such a rookie mistake and you were a stupid witch and now your boyfriend probably thinks that you’re crazy and-

“I have food. Wanna talk about it?”, Oikawa smiled softly, letting go of your wand and began arranging the food on the table.

You looked at him, surprised that he was taking these things lightheartedly. The man even had a smile on his pretty face and was humming some kind of happy song.

The two of you fell in a semi-comfortable silence as both of you ate.

Oikawa looked at you with an unreadable expression. It made a literal waterfall of sweat drop down behind your back despite the cool temperature. He put down his chopsticks and laced his hands on the table. The opening of his mouth to speak seemed like it was on slow motion and you were preparing yourself for the worst.

‘Oh gods, here it comes’, you thought, panicking more and more.

“Sooo... can you curse someone for me?”

“Eh?”

“I have this weird classmate who just kept on clicking his pen repeatedly during exams and it’s SO FRUSTRATING. Like-”

“Now wait a damn minute pretty boy,” your eyes twitched at his literal dismissal of the not-so-normal things that he just saw. “Y-you’re not gonna break up with me? Or like say that I should be burned while tied to a post??” At this point you probably blinked your eyes out at his unexpected reaction.

“Why would I do that? You’re still my girlfriend, right?” he tilted his head to the side before his eyes widened and he gasped loudly. “UNLESS YOU’RE NOT?!!! BAD DEMON. GET OUT OF MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL’S HOT BODY. I’LL GET THE SALT, I SWEAR!” Oikawa exclaimed while reaching towards the salt shaker on the end of the table *it wasn’t salt lol*.

“WHAT- NO YOU IDIOT! IT’S ME-”

“THAT’S WHAT DEMONS SAY AAAHH. Y/N-CHAN THERE’S A SHAPE SHIFTER DOWN HERE TRYING TO KILL ME. IT WANTS TO DONATE MY ORGANS FOR POWER.”

“DEMONS DON’T EVEN DO THAT. TOORU THAT’S NOT EVEN THE SALT, THAT’S SUGAR-”

Let’s just say it took a while to convince your overdramatic boyfriend that it was you.

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa imagines #witch au #au #haikyuu au #oikawa au #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru x reader #haikyuu witch

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twitchyglitchy · 3 years

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Goodbye Hand, Goodbye Gordon.

An AU I thought about a couple months back, but had forgotten to post about. I was originally going to make an animatic out of this. I might still do it, I don’t know yet. Depends on how much people want it.

Bear with me, this is copy and pasted from a Discord chat and I only looked over it like once or twice. This was more or less half explaining the AU half fanfiction.

Content Warnings: Major character death, bl//d, amputation, unsanitary, funerals, and a whole lotta angst.

So the AU basically starts at the betrayal scene, that's when things get different.

Gordon does his thing: Be skeptical about Bubby and Benrey but goes into the room anyways.

Lights go out, Gordon is ambushed and loses his hand, etc. Everyone scatters in fear, especially Bubby and Benrey for what they did. Bubby still ends up being taken to his tube.

Gordon is losing a lot of blood as you would when you get your hand severed. Getting chemicals, dirt and grime in the wound isn't doing much to help either. He wakes up in the trash compactor and narrowly escapes it, stumbling his way through the sewer drains outside until he gets to where Tommy is.

Being attacked by headcrabs along the way that were scurrying around outside, and the HEV suit's morphine isn't doing him any good, nor is the suit charged at this point so it’s lack of support is like an extra set of twenty pounds on his shoulders and back.

Tommy finds him when he falls from the sewer grate into the room, horrified to see his friend in such a horrid state. Despite how heavy Gordon is with the suit and his deadweight, Tommy helps carry him around through the facility until he finds the Coomer clones. Gordon is protected by Tommy to the best of his ability but is still greatly injured by the clones' attacks.

Soon all the clones are gone, bodies everywhere. Tommy celebrates their victory, but is quickly cut short when he turns to see Gordon lying on the floor, breathing shallowly. He rushes to his friend and tries to cover the wound where his hand was so it could clot, but it's so infected and lost so much blood at this point that his lab coat he tried to use to hold it is drenched. Gordon shakes his head and reaches out to Tommy with his good hand, holding his forearm since he couldn't reach his shoulder. "It's okay, Tommy... I should've seen this coming." Gordon lowers his hand, but Tommy drops what he's doing and holds it close to his heart. The 36 year old is panicked and distraught.

He can't- he can't go. He was the leader of their Science Team. He said he'd help them get out despite the circumstances, and he promised. Tommy feels Gordon's hand get colder, losing body warmth. Gordon set down his crowbar and smiled the best he could. It was small, weak, but warm all the same. The most genuine smile Tommy's seen from him since this whole mess started in the first place.

Tommy begs him to stay awake, saying that if the clones were nearby then maybe their Coomer was there. It was all too late by the time Coomer arrived though. He greeted Tommy who had his back turned on him, grieving over a body. His friend has never seen him so upset over a dead person this entire time with all the bodies they saw and caused. Coomer comes around Tommy to see what he's crying over. His heart stops for a few beats and his breath is caught in his throat. The world felt colder, and crept up his spine like a snake bite.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. This wasn’t meant to happen.

Gordon Freeman, he didn't make it..

Coomer stands there for only a few minutes or so in silence, both of them staring over the soulless body in the HEV suit. This can't be. The room with metal from wall to wall echoed and bounced with the sound of Tommy's loud cries. It was gross sobbing, but the young scientist didn't care. He didn't care about anything else right now. Not even escaping Black Mesa. He only cared about his friend. A friend who actually understood him and cared for him back. A friend who's. . Well, now gone.

It was a long while, what felt like hours, until Tommy's cries died down and had the time to actually catch his breath. Coomer had a hand on his shoulder and soon picked up Gordon's crowbar. He held it out to Tommy and set it in his lap.

"I think he'd like for you to have this." He spoke softly. Not like his cryptic whispering or his boisterous voice. It dripped with misfortune and despair that overcame the physicist.

Tommy hesitated, but took the cold piece of metal into his hands and hugged it close to him for dear life.

Tommy didn't want to leave Gordon behind, but they couldn't just carry a dead body through the facility. He doesn't even know how much further they have to go. Coomer could carry him, but only for so long, and he needs his fists to fight. Tommy leaned down and cupped Gordon's cheek, carefully sliding off his glasses with his other hand and tucking it into his lab coat pocket.

"We- We'll come.. We'll come b-back for you.. We'll come get you once we get out of here, Gordon." He stammered, lowering his hand from his face and staggering to his feet. Coomer adjusted Gordon's body to look more comfortable and presentable. Despite his bloodied state, it's only fair to do something nice for his body out of respect.

The two said their goodbyes to Gordon and soon left, taking his glasses and crowbar with him.

Later on, they meet up with Bubby, who's in his tube complaining. Tommy ends up going nonverbal for a bit, to which Coomer quickly takes note of and tries to lead the conversation. Bubby and Coomer go back and forth for a bit, Coomer showing sympathy, and decides to let Bubby out. It wouldn't be fair anyways, Bubby didn't know this would happen. It’d be best to break the news.

Bubby steps out of the broken containment tube and looks around.

"Where's Gordon? I thought he was with you."

Tommy's words are caught in his throat, tears threatening to fall again. Coomer's expression falters and soon does his own words. The silence was enough evidence for Bubby to catch on to what's going on. "Oh. . .He's not, with you, is he?" Tommy gripped the crowbar until his knuckles turned white. It hurt too much to talk, to think, to breathe. His head felt like it was pounding but a headache never came. His hands felt clammy but never broke a sweat. His eyes burned but tears never came.

Coomer nodded and told them that they should keep going, and that he'll explain later. Bubby for once had no quip or even a scoff to their words, he held his own tongue and decided to keep quiet.

They never did find Benrey. Wherever he went, he was long gone now. The journey was long and uneventful too. Silence wasn't ever awkward since everyone was trapped inside their own heads, thinking about their friend. They do meet Darnold though on the way to the Lambda Lab and take him with them, and he actually comes along with them until they escape. The military finally ceased their fire, and surrendered offhandedly. The US government soon came forth to offer them a full removal of their bounty and move on with their lives if they swore to never speak of the events. After some- or a lot of paperwork, The Science Team was free to just go back to their normal lives. It's not normal anymore though. Every single one of them had trauma and. .Oh god, breaking the news was horrible.

They had to tell Joshua, but telling a kid was enough to make all of them cry. He was too young to understand, but knew that he'd never see his dad again, and that was enough to break the poor child.

The funeral was private, and rather small, since no one could tell anyone how Gordon died under the agreement of their contracts. The government was kind enough to go retrieve Gordon's body from Black Mesa once all the aliens were dead and mostly gone. At least, to their knowledge. They probably just contained what remained of them.

The Nihilanth never came, and somewhere within Xen, you could find it's body gone, dead.

He looked so nice when they held the service, and was made sure they hid his cleaned and wrapped nub of a hand under the sheet he lied with. The casket was closed after everyone's goodbyes and was lowered. The whole thing hurt every ounce of their bodies, and not much could be said once everything was over. Everyone who attended said their condolences, their sorrows, their goodbyes, and dispersed.

Within a week, his tombstone was set, it was small but it was sweet. The all too familiar lambda was engraved below his name. Flowers decorated the barren space around the grave, and his crowbar was set right in front of it all.

Joshua ends up being taken care of by Tommy and his dad, who he sees as a older brother and Bubby and Coomer as his grandparents. Whenever they're busy, Darnold is around to take care of him, who is actually great with kids. At least Joshua is beginning to be happy again. After everything that’s happened that is. He still misses his dad a lot.

Slightly off canon Epilogue (as requested by previous readers)

Sometime later, someone approaches the grave, standing over it with a rose in their hand. These are good enough, right?

Benrey was there, in his still bloodied and dirty uniform, holding a rose and staring down at the grave. He kneeled down and rested the rose next to the crowbar and all the other flowers. Looked good enough. Hope he liked it.

"Uhh.. Hey, Gordon. I know you hate me, and- and all.. I just wanted to say my condol- con- I'm sorry. I didn't know, man. I just wanted them to eruh, toughen you up. I didn't think they'd go that far. You can't really forgive me now, can you? You're not here. I bet you're sooo mad at me right now. Yeah, I guess I deserve it. You can come haunt my ass or whatever if you want, at least we can talk then. I didn't mean half the stuff I said either. I was just coming up with an excuse to follow you around. I knew the cascade thing was going to happen, so I tried to get you to stop it. I guess I can't change that from happening either. So uhh.. I didn't actually write anything- I should've- should've done that.. I saw everything from the outer walls too, I should've used the... The heal beam thing. I don't think it would've worked though. Too big of aaa.. Hurt. Anyway, I'm sorry. I'll go now. Bye Gordon."

Benrey hears a gust of wind sing past his ears under the helmet, and leaves pass by his head. He turns around and sees someone there, wearing the same nice and fancy suit they wore earlier. They looked calm and even smiled a little. Benrey stopped in his tracks and just stared at them as they stood there with their hands held with fingers intertwined.

"Hey Benrey."

#HLVRAI AU #HLVRAI #Goodbye Hand Goodbye Gordon #character death #blood #amputation #unsanitary #angst

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browneyedhimbo · 4 years

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Bad Plan

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Prompt: “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” and “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

Summary: You notice Poe’s been acting a little off lately and it’s time to find out why

Warnings: slight angst if you squint, flufff, language, mentions of someone almost dying, mutual pining

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Based off this ask. Thank you to whoever requested!! Sooo it’s like 3am and I’m finally posting this...there might be some grammar errors. Anywho, hope you enjoy! 《MASTERLIST 》

Poe had been back from his mission a few days already and he was acting differently. He would hardly look at you, barely talk to you anymore, and would find some excuse to leave the room if you were already there.

At first it kind of pissed you off, you were one of his best friends. But after day 3 you started getting worried. You would ask him if he was okay and he’d either reply with, “I’m fine,” or just completely blow you off.

You tied racking your brain to remember if you had done or said something that unknowingly made him mad or hurt, but you couldn’t come up with anything. But thinking about it, the day he landed on the hanger, he didn’t greet you with the normal bone crushing hug. He had given you a smile and walked on.

A sigh fell from your lips, your heart felt heavy and your mind was cloudy. You missed your best friend. You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking over those two words. Best. Friend. You knew you had a huge crush on the pilot but you really tried hard to bury it deep down in order to not ruin your friendship. Was this why his cold shoulder hurt so much?

Making your way to the mess hall, you met up with Rose and Rey, acting as if nothing was bothering you. You three sat down at a table which was adjacent to the one Poe and the rest of the Black Squadron were sitting at. You laughed and smiled at the girls, trying to avoid looking in his direction.

“Hey, is something going on between you and Poe?” Rey wasted no time in getting to the point.

“What do you mean?” You chuckled, playing dumb.

“You two used to do everything together, and now you’re not even looking at each other.” Your heart dropped to your stomach. It was true, and stars did it hurt.

“I don’t even know anymore.” You took a sip of water, quickly scanning the room and noticing it mostly empty.

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me too.” Rose said, causing you to choke on some water out of laughter. You shook and smiled sadly at them, your thoughts just making your heart ache even more.

You sighed before slightly leaning more towards them, careful to keep your voice low. “Ever since he got back from that mission a week ago he’s just been distant. No matter what I do he won’t even look at me.” You sighed, running a hand over your face.

Unbeknownst to you, Poe was definitely looking at you. From where he sat at the table he had a pretty good view of your side. A longing look had made its way to his face as he looked back down at his food, poking at it with a fork.

“Hey hotshot, you good?” Jessika knocked on the part of the table by his plate.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He countered, but there wasn’t any conviction. No cocky emotion, no jokiness to it. His shoulders were slouched and his curls would slightly cover his eyes. This wasn’t their commander, this was a man who was hurting. Thus causing the group to turn their attention to their friend.

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” Everyone cast him a worried glance, waiting for an answer.

“I-” he sighed, “I can’t explain it.” He gave you one last look before getting up and heading outside. The team looked at him and each other before another conversation picked up again.

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It was late when you heard thudding against your door. You yawned and got up from bed, throwing on the nearest joggers and t-shirt you could find, wanting to look semi-decent instead of a hot mess from hell.

Opening the door you saw there was nobody there, you groaned and were about to close the door when rapid little beeps from below startled you. You looked down and there was BB-8. A small made its way to your face as you bent down to pet at the little droid.

“Hey beebs, what’s up?” You asked, voice heavy and laced with sleep.

“I need to tell you something about Poe.” Hints of urgency in his beeping.

“What about him?” Your mind jumped from worst case scenarios to best case within seconds, your heart hammering away in your chest.

“He almost didn’t make it. On the mission.”

“He what?!” Your blood ran cold at the thought of almost losing him, and then started burning at the fact he didn’t tell you. The droid started towards your door, almost as a beckon to follow it. You opened your door and BeeBee started rolling towards the hanger, you following close behind.

Upon entering, you heard clanking of metal and a drill, mumbled curses and sighs. You looked around and noted it was completely empty and mostly dark, except the part that illuminated one x-wing. And you knew exactly who it belonged to.

“POE DAMERON!” You bellowed, making him jump and a few tools fall.

“Maker, Y/N what the hell?” He gasped, turning around to give you an irritated look.

“Oh don’t you start with me Dameron!” You marched up to him. “You should thank your lucky stars, I don’t kill you myself!” You huffed, your anger getting the best of you.

“What are you talking about?” He practically whined, annoyance clearly radiating off him.

“Why the kriff didn’t you tell me you almost died?” You put your hands on your hips, your steeled eyes slightly watering with unshed tears.

“I...oh.” A silence fell over the hangar. Poe didn’t meet your eyes, his gaze glued to the floor as he tried to figure out what to say. But his mind drew a big blank. He bit his lip, eyes slowly racking up your figure. He took in your tense posture, the way your breathing was hard, how your eyes were glossy with tears. Wait, what?

“I’m sorry.” He finally let out, his voice tight, a lump growing in his throat. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I-I’m sorry I’ve been distant with you I just,” he inhaled a shaky breath, a hand running through his unruly curls. The sight broke your heart. You reached out a hand and he took it without hesitation.

“Why’d you do it?” You whisper, afraid if you spoke too loud your voice would fail you. His eyes scanned your face before giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Because I...I almost, y’know died, I just...I figured being distant with you would make it easier for when the day actually came.” He looked down again sheepishly, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks.

“So...let me get this straight.” You cleared your throat, your own tears cascading down. “The best way you thought of dealing with almost dying was to be cold and distant with me, so that in the unfortunate event you do die, it wouldn’t hurt me as much?” His curls bopped as he nodded his head.

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed, meeting your eyes.

“You do realize it'd hurt me no matter what. Right.” He nodded again and you felt the lump in your throat tighten. There was a beat of silence before he opened his mouth again.

“What’s going to happen to us?”

“What do you mean?” You tried to sound confused but failed miserably.

“Don’t play dumb Y/N/N, I know I’m not the only one who noticed there was something else there.” He squeezed your hand again, and you felt your heart lurch in your chest. A small smile made its way to your face, tears blurring your vision.

“I thought...I, but I thought,” you tumbled over your words. The possibility of Poe liking you back had never once crossed your mind. To say you were stunned was an understatement.

“You thought what, that I wouldn’t like you back? That I wouldn’t fall in love with you?” Your mind completely froze and went into overdrive at the same time.

“Did-did you just,” you point at him. A boyish smile makes its way to lips as he runs his free hand through his hair.

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, a blush creeping its way up his neck and settling on his cheeks. “Does this mean I can kiss you?” He asks so softly if you weren’t paying attention you might’ve missed it.

“I’ve honestly been dying to hear you ask that.” You smiled so wide your cheeks were starting to hurt.

“So..that’s a yes?” He chuckled, always enjoying teasing you.

“Yes that’s a yes!” You giggled. The interlaced your fingers and brought his other hand to cup your cheek, pressing a slow yet loving kiss to your lips. You felt a flutter in your chest and smiled into the kiss, unable to contain your happiness.

“This doesn’t change the fact that I’m mad at you for almost dying.” You said breathlessly as he pulled away.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” he smiled that charming bashful smile and pecked your lips once again. And he kept to his promise, making it up to you in more ways than one.

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 3

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

When Loki saw Mia the following day, a blush instantly graced her cheeks, making him grin. He went over to her and kissed her cheek in greeting, making the others around them all ‘oooooo.’ He glared at them in return.

‘The date went well last night then?’ Clint asked with a smirk.

They were in the kitchen having breakfast before starting their day.

‘A gentleman never tells.’ Loki said as he held his head high.

Mia went to sort out her breakfast, unable to stop blushing at being the main focus of the conversation within the team.

‘You’re far from a gentleman.’ Stark snorted.

Loki narrowed his eyes at him and folded his arms over his chest. ‘I’d beg to differ.’

Mia had her back to the group as she poured milk into her cereal. But she did speak up. ‘Loki was the perfect gentleman last night. More than rest of you are, that’s for sure.’

Loki grinned and looked rather smug. The team all laughed.

‘Oh no, his mischievousness is already rubbing off on you.’ Tony said as he put his face in his hands, then he looked at Loki. ‘Do NOT corrupt our sweet and innocent Mia!’

When Mia turned around, she met Loki’s gaze and he winked at her with a mischievous smirk. ‘I am making no promises.’

Because Mia’s job was to keep up their social media appearance, it meant she was often right in the action. Taking pictures of the team ‘behind the scenes’ providing it didn’t compromise any mission, as the fans loved to see what the superheroes got up to at times.

So she found herself in the lab with Loki, Tony, Bruce, Fury and Vision. She was typing some stuff up on her laptop in the corner, Loki kept glancing in her direction, unable to stop looking at her.

‘Oi, stop staring at your new girlfriend and concentrate!’ Tony remarked as he tossed a pen at Loki, but with his quick reflexes Loki was able to catch the pen before it hit him, glaring at Tony.

Mia had heard and she couldn’t help the big smile that spread across her face. She tried to concentrate on her work though, even if she could feel the God’s eyes on her often.

Later on, Mia disappeared to get something to eat from the kitchen. When she returned, she had food and drinks for everyone. Including Loki’s favourite flavour of muffins that she had baked a few days ago. When Loki thought about it, she often went out of her way for other people, especially him. She always seemed to get his favourite drink or food and would always beam happily when he thanked her.

The following day Mia was down on the training floor on the benches, watching Thor, Steve, Natasha and Clint training. She was taking a few pictures and posting onto their media. She was thinking about heading off, but Loki entered the hall and she decided to stick around for a bit. Smiling like mad when he waved at her.

He had his full armour on, like Thor, and jumped in to start training. Everyone knew he was deliberately showing off because Mia was watching, even she knew. But she found it flattering, and was always impressed with his skills.

But he was caught unaware.

He had just tricked the rest of them using his illusions and pinned Thor down with a dagger at his throat. When he got up off Thor, he looked over to Mia. He winked at her and grinned, but that’s when he was blindsided by Natasha getting him in a headlock with her ridiculously strong thighs and knocking him down to the ground with a loud thud.

Thor, Clint and Steve all burst out laughing. Mia laughed too and put her hands over her mouth. Loki got up, rather flustered as he flicked his hair back from his face and wiped the dust from his arms. He looked over at Mia sheepishly.

He wandered over towards her as she gathered her things up and stood to meet him.

‘Impressive.’ She smiled up at him.

Loki chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. ‘Aside from the end.’

‘Still impressive. Not many would be able to get up unscathed from being taken down by Natasha.’

‘True. And I was a little distracted by something rather beautiful.’ Loki reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingers along her jawline.

‘There’s uhm… the monthly Avengers interview coming up. I was wondering if you fancy doing it?’ She asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.

It was something new she had started doing, Tony was the first one last month. A small five-minute interview that Mia posted. Just to give fans a little personal insight into the team.

‘Of course. Give the fans who they really want.’ Loki smirked.

‘You do have quite the fanbase, actually.’ Mia laughed.

‘I do?’ Loki frowned, but was intrigued.

‘Oh yeah. They call themselves Loki’s army. Quite the army too.’ She grinned.

Loki titled his head, but he did look a little smug. ‘Well, they have good taste… Are you in my army?’ He raised an eyebrow.

Mia smirked, deciding to play a bit. Feeling brave again. ‘I dunno. Maybe I’m team Hulk.’ She shrugged.

Loki’s mouth parted in mock shock. ‘Well, I will need to work harder to get you on my team.’

‘Sooo… Is that a yes for the interview?’

‘Of course. Anything for you.’

Mia had asked Loki to meet her before breakfast the next morning in the living room, to do the interview. It would give her time to come up with some good questions.

But Loki decided he wanted to do the interview somewhere more private. So he went along to her room an hour before he was due to meet her.

He knocked and heard Mia call out to just come in. When he entered though, Mia was surprised to see it was Loki.

‘Loki! Hi.’ She stammered quickly, surprised.

Loki was also surprised, she was in her pyjamas. Light blue, with cute baby penguins on them. But his first thought was how adorable she looked, with her messy hair too.

‘Oh gosh! I was expecting Wanda. Sorry, I uh… Let me just get changed real quick.’ She said in fluster, practically sprinting into her bathroom.

Loki smiled and waited until she was dressed. That’s when his eyes were drawn to what she was watching. He was a little confused when he noticed it was on the cartoon channel. But he didn’t think overly much of it, until he then spotted something peeking out from underneath her pillow. Curious, he went over and had a look, it was a colouring book of Disney characters.

His first thought was, did she have a secret child here? But he shook that off, knowing it was ridiculous. He was slightly confused as to why she would have a colouring book. Then he just thought perhaps it was something she enjoyed doing in her down time.

Loki stepped away from her bed, just as Mia emerged from the bathroom. She was looking embarrassed as she stuffed her pyjamas away in a drawer.

‘Sorry… I uhm, should probably check who’s there first.’ She said sheepishly.

‘Not at all. I should’ve said it was me.’ Loki smiled and walked over to her, he rubbed her arm and then leaned down to kiss her on the lips, making her squeak a little and blush so hard. ‘I was rather hoping we could do the interview somewhere private? The others will be a distraction in the living room.’ He chuckled.

‘Yeah, sure. Where would you prefer?’ Mia asked, still slightly flustered from the innocent kiss.

Loki shrugged. ‘Here, if that suits you? Or we could go to my room if you’d rather?’ He asked.

‘Here is good.’ Mia nodded and went over to her desk, clearing some space.

During the interview, Loki couldn’t help but be besotted with her. It was a good excuse for him to be able to just stare at her without being called out on it from the others. He kept his flirting to a minimum, knowing this was going online.

Mia managed to keep her cool when she asked him questions, she had set up a camera to film him so it was more personal for the fans. They went nuts over the first one with Tony, so she hoped this one would be an even bigger hit.

Once it was uploaded, Mia showed Loki some of the comments. His fangirls were going crazy over it. Especially when Mia had asked him what he thought about having a fanbase. He’d replied in a charming way, saying he appreciated having so much support.

He read one comment: Heck, Loki can rule over me any day! I would kneel for him without being told to!

‘Quite a few say similar. Your, uh, attempt at ruling Earth is all over Tumblr and YouTube. Many have made fan videos out of them.’ Mia said with a laugh.

‘Really? I thought everyone would have been repulsed by what I did.’

‘Not everyone. I mean, I’d kneel for you.’ Mia said without thinking as she shrugged. Then she realised what it was she had just said. Her eyes widened.

‘Oh, really?’ Loki growled a little, leaning down closer to her as he was stood behind her, while she sat on the chair at her desk.

Mia cleared her throat and tried to ignore the fact she had just openly admitted somewhat a fantasy to Loki and that his breath was hot against her neck.

‘This interview is already a huge hit, more so than Tony’s.’ She said to try and change the subject. But Loki spun her chair around so she had to face him as he put his hands on the arms and trapped her in.

‘No changing the subject, pet.’ He chuckled at her doe in the headlights look.

‘I… wasn’t… really… I just don’t know what to say after that.’ She blurted out nervously, her eyes skittishly moving all over his face, unsure on where to look.

But she was saved by the knock. Wanda had arrived, which Mia was slightly relieved for. Though she had a feeling Loki would try and bring it up again later.

He left the girls to it, heading back to his room.

His mind kept wandering to what he’d found in Mia’s room. Or what he’d seen. He went to his laptop and sat down, after thinking for a moment he went to google to see if he could find some answers.

After some researching, he wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up on a kink site. But there he was, reading all about a Daddy Dom/little dynamic.

Some of the characteristics of a little suited Mia to a T. It really got him wondering if she was in fact a little. He then realised that while thinking of her in this kind of way he was slightly aroused.

He looked through a Daddy Dom’s characteristics and was surprised to find he fit a lot of them. When he thought about it, being in that kind of relationship with Mia was very appealing to him. And he thought how it kind of made sense why one girl actually called him Daddy during sex once… Perhaps he just oozed Daddy Dom appeal, he thought smugly.

But he now had to figure out for certain if Mia was into this kind of thing… or if it was just a coincidence. He could of course just ask her outright, but he didn’t want to scare her off if that wasn’t something she was into. He wasn’t going to lie, now he knew about the subject more and had thought about it, he would be a bit disappointed if she wasn’t…

‘Hmm…’ He tapped his lower lip in thought, deciding how to proceed.

After a lot of mulling it over, he decided that trying to coax it out of her naturally was going to be his best route.

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vansmaybeonthewall · 4 years

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The Ghost of Beacon Hills High||Part 4

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Part 5

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Posted 7/25/20

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The pack was curious, curious as to how someone who died could still be walking the earth. Before the pack met back at the school, Scott decided to take a trip to Deaton’s to discuss Gabby. He found the whole situation strange. The girl has been stuck at a high school with people pretending to set her free.

Getting to Deaton’s was easy, but explaining the whole situation would be...difficult. How does one explain that a ghost exists and you happen to know her? But he did his best, all Scott wanted to do was help the poor girl. He didn’t know how it felt being stuck in a place for eternity, and he certainly didn’t want to know.

“So you’re saying this girl was reported dead years ago, but she is stuck here and haunts the high school?”

“Basically. But I want to help her, I can tell she hates it there. I mean, all these years being stuck in a high school of all places. It’s just, how do we even help her? I know of werewolves and banshees, but a ghost? That’s one of the things I least expected to exist.”

“Well, I think I know how to help you. I’ve dealt with a ghost or two before.”

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Gabby didn’t know how to feel. She was finally about to speak her truth. Others may have tried to free her from her high school prison, but she told them lies about her death. She could always sense something off about them. But with Scott? She was sure she could trust him, he seemed so genuine. One thing she was sure about was the boy her age. He seemed kind and trustworthy, she trusted him the most. All he asked from her was her trust, he didn’t want anything from her. Not unlike all the others from the past. Speaking of said boy, Gabby noticed the pack walking towards her spot on the bleachers.

“You actually showed up on time,” Gabby commented. The air around them became uncomfortable. The pack didn’t know what to respond with. They knew Gabby had been through some rough times from her tone with Stiles, but they didn’t know how badly they affected her.

“Yeah, well, you can never pass up the opportunity to hear a ghost story,” Stiles tried to clear the negative aura. It worked as Gabby gave him a small smile.

“Just prepare yourself, it isn’t the happiest story you’ll hear. Sure I’ve had my moments, but the ending…” Gabby trailed off. She didn’t know how to warn them that her death wasn’t the most normal one. She could only hope they wouldn’t abandon her once they learned what happened.

“It’s okay,” Scott assured her.

Okay Gabby, you got this.

“Okay, as Stiles may know, I died kind of a long time ago. 2005 to be exact-”

“Wait, you’re supposed to be 20?!” Stiles interrupted.

“Yes, why is that so hard to believe? I told you I’ve been stuck here.”

“Fine, fine. Continue.”

“It was my freshman year, it was supposed to be my fresh start. And it was...sort of. I met some of the kindest people. But there was one person who completely took over my mind. He was the best, he went out of his way for me. And I thought we were meant for each other. But it was all lies, he was taking advantage of innocent little Gabby. She didn’t know, she was so excited that someone was finally interested in her. I was blinded by this so-called love. He took me to the forest on a “date”. Took me to this tree stump saying he found this secret room below it. I was an idiot and followed him in. Then he revealed himself.”

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“Cool isn’t it?” he asked.

“I guess so, when did you find this?”

“Oh, I’ve always known about it, just had to find the right person to bring. And you Gabby, are perfect.”

“Really?”

“But of course, you are the powerful sorceress everyone has been talking about right?”

“I-I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t be stupid Gabby, every supernatural is talking about you right now. They don’t want you here, you don’t deserve to have that power, so I was sent to get rid of you.”

“I don’t understand. Why?”

“Because why does a 14 year old deserve to be one of the most feared people on Earth.”

“Well, you’re 14 too.”

“Oh Gabby, you’re so naive. I’m a shapeshifter, I’ve been alive for hundreds of years. And with your power-”

“NO! I won’t let you.”

“But Gabby, it’s already been done. You’re here at the Nemeton, where I need you. And would you look at that, you’re here too! So I would say my plan worked perfectly.”

“But you forget, I am the sorceress.” The girl was surrounded by red swirling mist, her eyes glowing red.

“You’re cute.”

He charged at her, but she evaded him. She may be only 14, but she knew her strength. Red bursts were thrown at the boy, barely missing him. He easily overpowered her by shifting into her. Gabby was looking at herself and was thrown off for one second. That one second was enough for him to shift back and trip her. Gabby fell over the tree root, him pinning her down.

“You know, I was debating, if this was really worth it, you seemed like the sweetest girl. But they reminded me of your power and I couldn't resist. I would say I’m sorry for this, but I’m really not.”

With that, he grew claws and slashed at Gabby. Her screams of pain were ignored. The gashes on her abdomen and chest were oozing with blood. All of it was being soaked into the tree roots, charging the Nemeton.

She had no power left, the pain was too much. Her vision was blurring, her mind was clouded.

“Yes, yes, YES! Look at you great sorceress, dying. Ha!”

Gabby’s head rolled lazily toward him. “I hope you get what you deserve.”

“Aww, cute. How swe-”

“I hope your death is worse than mine.” Gabby breathed her last breath. The spirit left her body.

“Pfff, yeah okay. I have your powers now witch.” He tried to conjure the red mist just as she had, but..nothing. Again, he held out his hand and thought about the magic. Nothing.

“Oh come on.”

The Nemeton started to hum. The sound growing louder and louder.

“Stop, STOP IT!”

He looked over at Gabby’s body to see it disappear in a cloud of red., her blood being the only thing left of her. He grew scared. He wasn’t prepared to be denied her power, he thought the Nemeton would allow it. It was a damn tree stump. The humming was deafening. He had to leave, go far away. But he had to have a cover story about Gabby. The perfect plan, mysterious but believable. And then he ran.

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“He killed me, without mercy. He let me bleed, and for what? These powers? They aren’t the same. I mean, I’m dead for crying out loud. Everything’s different. His elaborate plan failed and he ran like a little baby. Then he created that fake story.”

“I’m...I’m sorry,” Scott apologized.

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. And it doesn’t matter, it’s not like I can be brought back.”

“Weeell..maybe that’s possible?”

Gabby stared at Scott, “Are you saying that you figured out a way to bring me back to life, created a plan that everybody knows without my permission?”

“Yes?”

“I like you,” Gabby smirked, “So what’s the plan?”

“Oh, oh! Can I explain? Pleeeasse?,” Stiles begged. The pack groaned.

“Go ahead Stiles.”

“Yes! Sooo, Deaton said we have to find your body, bring it to the Nemeton, chant some Latin. And boom! You’re back.”

“Sounds easy enough, but we have one problem.”

“What?”

“My body disappeared dumbass.”

“Oh, but you have a grave. Right?” The pack really wanted to slap Stiles, and Lydia did.

“Oww, what?”

“I thought you were some sort of detective. The body in that grave isn’t mine, well it’s me but it isn’t. I don’t know what he did to make it happen and I don’t want to think about it. You have to consult this Deaton of yours about my actual body. The Nemeton is way more powerful than it looks.”

“Trust me, we know,” Scott said, “and Gabby?”

“Yeah?”

“You never told us his name.” The pack felt anger towards the boy who took Gabby’s life away. They may not know him, but they wanted to tear him apart.

“Oh, well..”

“You don’t have to,” Liam jumped in.

“No, it’s fine, it's just I haven't said his name in years.” Gabby gulped, all these years he still scared her. “His name was Jason Fews. Now that I think about it, he really did have a terrible name.”

Gabby played it off, but the pack froze.

“What, you guys look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Gabby joked. But then she saw the seriousness in their faces. “Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just..” Lydia didn’t know how to tell the girl, so Kira did.

“A student with the name of Jason Fews transferred to Beacon Hills three days ago.”

It was Gabby's turn to freeze. And then she was filled with rage.

“Scott,” she said, “If there is a way to bring me back, you better find out.”

“Why?” He asked out of fear.

“Because I have someone’s ass to beat.”

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Slow Burn: Act I - Part 5

The Lip Sync Battle

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: Growing tensions between you and Chris overflow in the most musical of battles.

Warnings: Profanity, drunken silliness

Notes: Oh my fucking gosh, I fucking finished it! This part was a BEAST to write! It’s hella long so it’ll be in two posts. Before you dive in, set the mood with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! Read the previous part here.

“How about this one?”

“No, not neon enough!”

“Ok…” you hold up another top option, “this one?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Alright. This?“

“Uh—”

“Uggggghhhhh!!!” It’s been 45 minutes of trying to decide on an outfit and your patience is running thin. “I’m this close,” you put up a microscopic amount of space between your pointer finger and thumb, “THIS CLOSE to leaving in my pajamas. Don’t think I won’t do it!”

Your older sister, Lynn, laughs at your dramatics from her spot on the end of your bed in her guestroom. “Oooo won’t the paps love that! I just want to make sure you slay tonight! You never know what Hottie McDotties might be in there…”

You scoff, “I’m trying to be low key tonight and not draw any attention to myself. Tonight is not about me.” You look over to your sister who is distractedly sorting through the pile of clothes that’s accumulated on the bed. “Do you hear me?”

“I hear what you're saying… I just don’t care. Now c’mon, let’s find you something sexy! I know we’re close!” You and Lynn turn back to your almost empty closet one last time. “What about that furry, hot pink thing?”

“Oh, you mean the jacket I impulse bought with the birthday boy?” You laugh thinking back to that day. It was the day you first met Scott before filming. We were only supposed to go out for lunch, and damn near bought out the whole plaza!

“Yeah, that one! That could be cute.”

“With my black, skin tight leather pants…”

“Your black, sheer and lacy corset top…”

“And the black knee highs to top it off!” You two say simultaneously making you giggle like school girls. You settle into a comfortable silence as you pull out the pieces of your outfit.

“I missed this— these moments with you, big sis. Laughing, being silly— “

“Talking about boys,” she finishes for you. You roll your eyes, but smile in agreement as Lynn continues. “Me too… god, why’d we both have to be successful?” she says mockingly, making you both laugh again.

“Honestly, the real question is why'd you have to move to Boston?” You asked a lot less like an inquiring adult and more like a pouting toddler.

It’s Lynn’s turn to roll her eyes as she sighs deeply. “You sound like dad.”

“You’ve got some nerve,” she starts in a playful tone. “You’re literally the one who is never in one city for more than a day. You being here for these months is unprecedented.” It’s true; your touring schedule made it where you’d been any- and everywhere, except with family as of late.

“Now who sounds like dad.”

“Sorry, but you opened yourself up for it!”

You huff out a sigh, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Lynn hopped up from the bed and headed for the door, “Uh-huh. I’m gonna warm up the car. Be down in 20.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“I wasn’t asking. I was instructing.”

“And I oop— she said she’s being a big sister tonight!” you laughed out as you turned around to start getting dressed, hair and makeup already done. Lynn began to leave the room, rolling her eyes at you not taking her seriously.

Suddenly, you were met with a pillow to the back of your head. “What the hell!” The sound of your sister running down the hall and laughing maniacally fill the house. “Hey! Not the curls!” you yelled after her, closing the door.

Just then your phone vibrated with a FaceTime call. You went over to it on the dresser and tapped the screen to answer, the view fixed on the ceiling. The screen filled with a visibly excited Scott, his face a little red from excitement, face a little sweaty from dancing. There was music and loud chatter on his end. Shit! He’s already there! I’m late! “Heeelllooooo? Anybody there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you peek one eye into the frame, “I’m getting dressed. What’s up?”

“What’s up is that everybody is here, and you are not,” he tapped his camera for emphasis.

“I’ll be there soon. Beauty takes time, ya know!” Each sarcastic word accented with a huff and jump to get in your tight pants. “Whew!”

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott’s eyes peered with genuine curiosity as he sipped a fruity drink.

“I already told you I’m getting dressed.”

“It takes all of that?”

“Listen, as the great philosopher Beyoncé once said, ‘if you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain!’ Ok?”

Scott laughed, “OK, yes ma’am!”

“So… who all is there?” Scott knows just what you're asking; if Chris is there.

Chosing to play dumb and not give you defenitive answer, Scott asks. “Is there anybody in particular you’re looking forward to seeing?”

“More like who I’m not looking forward to seeing…” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” You said for a quick cover, Scott giving you a knowing look. “You know I’m looking forward to seeing your ‘Ma’; I love that y’all call her that. It’s so New England!”

Scott chuckles, “She’s looking forward to seeing you too. She calls you her ‘lovely lunch buddy’.” Being close with Scott on set meant that you’d gotten to meet his mom. She’d taken a liking to you after joining you and Scott for lunch one day, and started joining you as often as she could.

“Awwww, she’s too sweet! I’m gonna let you go now; I gotta finish getting cute for her.”

“Only her?” Scott said with a smirk. Please… Chris could kiss my a—

“Only her. I’ll see you later Scott, and happy birthday for the gazillionth time!”

“Thanks love, see you later!”

With one last fluff of your fro, pop of your lipstick, and once over in the mirror, and you felt ready. Collecting your phone and bag, you headed out for the night.

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“Sooo....” Lynn turned the down the music as she drove. “How do you feel about possibly seeing you-know-who tonight?” The eyeroll and groan that escaped you were almost involuntary. “What?! It wouldn’t be far fetched; it IS his brother’s birthday.”

“I know, but… do we have to talk about him? I just wanna have a good time tonight,” you whined, throwing your head back on your seat.

“You already know the answer to that.” You let out a long sigh. You hadn’t seen Chris since your game night tell-off a few weeks back, and as much as you tried to forget about him and how you lost your cool, not talking about it was starting to gnaw at you, especially knowing it was only a matter of time before you saw him again. “So, how are we feeling?”

“I…” you took a breath, “I can’t help but feel annoyed! Like, sure I ignored his apology attempts, but he’s the one that passed unfounded judgments on ME. How the hell does that make me a diva? God I hate that word! You know how that word just triggers me,” Lynn nods in response, letting you continue. “And you know what's the most annoying part of it all?”

‘What?”

“Mackie and Scott talk about him incessantly. How smart he is, how caring he is, how fun he is. I mean, I saw it, when we met in New York. But I haven't seen it since. We’re their friends, so I get what they're trying to do, but at some point, like, give it up. It’s obviously not working, nor will it ever.” You let out a sound of frustration, “I don’t know what to do. Do I keep it to myself for the sake of our mutual friendships, or—”

“Be the diva he thinks you are?” You know Lynn is joking, but that’s not a bad idea… I mean, he already thinks it of me, might as well have some fun with it… Lynn looks over to see you mischievously smiling into the Boston night and she begins to fear for the idea she’s just given you. “Oh God,” she mutters.

You look at her with a goofy grin and shrug. “What?” you try to say innocently.

“C’mon! Don’t actually consider that! Look, you weren’t expecting to see him last time, and that’s probably why it didn’t go so well. But now that you are, you can show up as the composed, level-headed woman I know is somewhere in that thick, thick skull of yours.” You give her no indication that you’ll heed her advice and she can tell. “Fine, just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she half laughs out.

The car comes to a stop in front of the venue and you check the time. 30 minutes after the invitation time, not TOO bad. You arrived at Majesty’s, a unique, swanky lounge in a trendy area of Boston you’ve never been before. I’ll have to come back and explore sometime. You lean over to give your sister a quick hug, thanking her for dropping you off, then briskly make for the curbside entrance, needing to escape the nippy Boston air.

Once inside, you’re warmed by neon lights that illuminate the otherwise dim room. To your right is a full-service bar with a plethora of drink options on the wall behind it. Tables staggered up the middle of the room lead to a medium sized dancefloor just before a stage. Velvet curtains hang at the back wall behind a neon sign of the venue's logo. The place is packed. It is Saturday night after all. Music and conversation buzz around you as you scan the room looking for your friends.

“Hi there!” a cheery hostess approaches, her face beat to the gods, making you wish you’d opted for more makeup yourself. “Here with Scott Evans’ party?”

“Yeah! How’d you know?” She gives you a weird look, as if to say, ‘you're joking, right?’. It dawns on you that she knows who you are, hence why she knows who you’re here to see.

“Right…” It’ll be awhile before I get used to people recognizing me.

“HeeeEEeey!! There she is!” You hear Mackie’s voice but aren’t sure where it’s coming from. The hostess points up to a balcony where Mackie is hanging over the railing, flailing his arms to get your attention.

The hostess escorts you to your party, leading you through the tables on the main floor. The walk there is spent with her talking about how “tonight is like the Oscars” because she’s “never seen so many big stars in one place” but she assures you she “isn’t a creepy fan” and that there’s a no recording policy for guests’ privacy. You smile and nod politely, but you’re not fully listening to her. You’re too in your head wondering if one of those “big stars” is Chris. You’re led up a staircase near the dancefloor that takes you to a roped off VIP balcony area where you can overlook the entire venue.

You give hello’s to the people in the section; some you know from set, but most are Scott’s longtime friends you’ve never met. Feeling a bit shy, you look for a familiar face when Mackie pulls you into a bear hug. “How ya doing, Kid? I’m glad you came out tonight!” You could be reading too far into it, but it feels like he means ‘glad you came despite the possibility Chris will be here.’ You suppress your urge to give a look of disdain and just smile and avert your gaze around the section. You notice that Chris isn’t there, or at least not yet, and you’re not sure if that makes you uneasy or not. Relax girl.

You still haven’t decided on what your disposition towards Chris will be tonight, but needed to choose quickly to get in the right headspace. Before you could process what was happening, you were whisked up into a hug by Lisa. Shit. I can’t be salty to him with his mother here. She’s so sweet. Ugh, guess it’s decided.

“How’s my lovely lunch buddy doing?” she asks with a genuine smile and kind eyes.

You chuckle at the title she’s given you. “I’m doing great! How are you?”

“Better now that you’re here! Now we can get this party started!” She does a “raise the roof” motion with her hands as she bobs her head causing you to raise your brows. It would be a sure way to embarrass her children, but just makes you laugh. “I should stop before the birthday boy kicks me out,” she laughs out.

“Where is Scott by the way?”

“Oh, he should be around here somewhere...” she scans the section, squinting her eyes with her index finger tapping her upper lip. “There he is!” she points to a corner on the other side. You follow her finger to see a glittery Scott, adorned in a birthday hat and sash. He’s in conversation with a brown-haired woman, the pair laughing and slapping their knees.

As you approach, you notice someone else on the velvet cushion with them, but not at all in the conversation. Sat next to them is Chris, eyes fixed on you, expression blank. It was a matter of time. You tense up, clenching your jaw and holding his gaze.

When you reach them, you embrace Scott. “You look great!” he compliments your outfit and you give a couple poses to show it off.

“Thanks, it’s just a lil somethin’, somethin’ I threw together! Remember this jacket?”

“Yeah! You blew, what? Like, eight hun—”

“Shhh…” you stop him before he could blow up your spot, “Let’s not talk about it. Not the best show of my judgement.” Everyone laughs, except Chris who just scoffs and shakes his head unamused, making your laughter dissipate.

“We all have those moments of weakness. Hi, I’m Shanna,” she greets with a handshake.

“Yes, she is my youngest, and this is my other son Chris. Chris honey, this is—“

“We’ve met, Ma,” he offers a fake but polite smile, one you just know he wouldn’t have if his mother wasn’t right there.

“Oh, really? When?” There’s a beat of silence that’s only uncomfortable for you and Chris as you both go through your brief, sordid history silently.

“At an industry thing not too long ago,” you offer, not meeting Chris’ eyes.

“Of course, I often forget that that world is even smaller than the real world,” Lisa chuckles. “I hope he was on his best behavior!” Chris looks up at you in panic, a look that says you wouldn’t rat me out to my mom, would you? You know she’s only joking, but the opportunity is too good to pass up on.

“Well, actually,’ you turn to Lisa as she looks at you quizzically, “He’s quite the rascal on the dancefloor; get a couple of Stella’s in him, could out dance the Rockettes!” the group laughs heartily, clearly knowing the truth of your words. Chris laughs nervously but is slightly relieved you didn’t reveal the truth of his behavior towards you since you two met. “But he’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman,” you say, looking at Chris with a facetious smile. He’s clenching his teeth into a pained smile himself.

“Really?” Scott says, ready to call you on your BS, “‘cos game night was kinda… intense. Or am I remembering it wrong?”

“Well, a little trash talk never hurt anybody,” Chris states while sipping his drink. And just like that, a silent pact was made between the two of you; to be cordial for the sake of all involved. Maybe there’s no need for the diva disposition after all…

“Right…” Scott is unconvinced, but is too in party mode to press on. Turning to you now, Scott asks, “How’s the soundtrack stuff coming along?”

“So great! I actually just got the final mix for the song I did with Miguel in New York, and I gotta say, it smells like a hit!”

“Oooo! And I bet it is! You’re literally a hit machine, am I right?” Shanna hits Chris’ arm seeking endorsement from him. He just raises his brows and shrugs as if to say, ‘yeah, sure, whatever’.

Scott isn’t amused by his brother’s disinterest. “Oh, don’t act so unimpressed! She’s literally an award-winning artist! Just the other day, you were literally—”

“Ok, Scott, that’s.... sheesh,” Chris interrupts what sounds like would’ve been a great story. “It’s not that, just that I don’t believe in creating to get awards; I believe you should create for the love of it.”

“I agree,” you chime in. “Even though I put my art out into the world for consumption, it doesn’t make or break me if others applaud it or not. What’s most important is that I do.”

“But you gotta admit it feels good,” Shanna taunts with a grin.

“Sure... but, I don't know… I love what I do so much, I'd do it even if no one gave a damn. Hell, I have for years! Only recently the recognition started rolling in. And, not to sound self-loathing or anything, but it’s been… a challenge dealing with it all. I kinda miss the days when nobody knew my name.”

Lisa nudges Chris with her elbow, “She sounds like you.” He was thinking the same thing. “How’s filming going? You guys are on Harvard campus, right?”

“Mostly, yeah. It’s kinda funny being back at a college. I kinda forgot what it was like, but memories of those years have just been flooding back.”

“All those fond memories of studying coming back to ya, huh?” Chris digs. Walked into that one.

Before you could form a petty rebuttal, Mackie called Chris over. Soon after, Shanna and Lisa excuse themselves, leaving you and Scott in the corner.

Scott checked his phone for the time, “Ooo it’s almost time for my performance!”

“Performance?”

“Yeah there’s lip syncing!”

“Lip syncing? Not karaoke?”

“I asked that too. Apparently the owner was tired of hearing drunk people screech and butcher songs.”

“Understandable. What are you gonna perform?”

“I’m thinking ‘Birthday’ by Selena Gomez, but then there’s also ‘Birthday’ by Katy Perry, so I’m torn.”

“Both great choices! And I’m fully prepared to join you for either, do a little back up, whatever you need.”

“Uh-uh, nope.”

“Whaa— why not?” you put your hands on your hips.

“Because you’re a professional performer. You will get up there and literally intimidate anyone else from giving it a try and having some fun.” A pout was all you could muster as a response. “Oh don’t look at me like that! You know it’s true. Take a backseat tonight, ok?”

“Fine, whatever.” It wasn’t fine, but you did want to keep a low profile tonight. Performing would be the exact opposite of that.

“Thanks, love!” Scott gave you a hug, which you didn’t reciprocate out of feigned annoyance. “So, what the hell was that? With you and Chris?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, hoping he’d drop it.

“Well, I know that you two had some... words, and you’re not super fond of him even though you won’t say it out loud, and—” he paused to collect his confusion. “You know what? Doesn’t matter. Tonight isn’t about you two acting hella weird towards each other. Tonight is about my favorite people coming together and enjoying being around each other. Even if they’re faking it.”

“Yes, exactly!” relieved you don’t have to talk about it any further.

“Wanna know something?” You slightly raise your brows. “The other day, I caught Chris not just listening, but dancing to your music. I mean full on rocking out to it!” Scott laughs.

Your face heats up at the thought, but you play it off like you don’t care. “So?”

“So, you’ve obviously been on his mind. And if I know my brother, I think he wants to make things right but doesn’t know how. He may just be nervous.” You just sigh and look over to Chris and Mackie across the way, roughhousing one another and laughing. If he was nervous, it’s not like you made it any easier with your actions toward him. “He’s a good man. Silly, and sometimes stupid, but good nonetheless.” Maybe we did just get off on the wrong foot…

Some of Scott’s other friends pull him into conversation, and you make your way to the bar to get some libations to sort out your thoughts.

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“And that’s when I said ‘Sis, what are you doing?’” The group crowded around drinks laughed at Jaden’s story from set, something about how you got stuck under some bleachers or something. Chris wasn’t listening. He’d long tuned out the cringey storyteller. Instead, his attention was with where you were with his mother across the way, deep in conversation.

You sat with your legs crossed, hands moving around animatedly. Chris looks you up from the heels of your knee highs, to your shiny leather clad thighs, your lacy corset that leaves just enough to the imagination and shows off your collar bone, any man’s subconscious weakness. Goddamn.

“Careful of those wandering eyes,” Chris turned to see Mackie handing him one of the two beers in his hands.

“I don’t remember asking for this.”

“It’s to quench your obvious thirst.” Mackie motions his head in the direction Chris had been staring for the past 15 minutes; in your direction.

Chris rolls his eyes. “I’m not ‘thirsting’ over her,” he takes a sip of the drink, “and I think you’ve been hanging out with those kids on set a little too much.”

“Maybe,” Mackie chuckles, taking a sip himself, “but you know I’m not wrong.”

“She’s not even my type.”

“‘Your type?’ Since when do you have a type?”

“I have a type,” Chris tries to defend himself. “Kind, humorous, humble…”

“She’s literally all of those things!” Chris just offers him a side-eye in response. “Look, I don’t know what happened between New York and now—”

“Cos nothing really happened! So what, we had a good time when we hung out once. Means nothing. Not to me, and obviously not to her.”

“You couldn’t be further from the truth my man.” Chris looks from Mackie to you. “She’ll surprise you if you let her.” I hoped she would.

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“Ladies and gentleman!” A loud voice, booms from the PA system, commanding everyone’s attention. You, Lisa, and everyone in your section approach the railing to look down to the stage where a spotlight had been cast on the speaker. “Here at Majesty’s, we don’t karaoke. We don’t want to hear you drunk motherfuckers screech!” The crowd erupts in laughter, but you look over to Lisa to see if the language offended her. She doesn’t seem to mind as she’s laughing along with ever else.

“At Majesty’s,” the speaker walks around dramatically motioning their hands like a magician's assistant, “We perform, we put on a show, we lip sync like you’ve never seen before!” There’s a chorus of claps, cheers, and ‘yass queen’s.

“We have a special birthday performance by the birthday boy himself! Everybody give it up for Scott Evans!!!” Your section filled with Scott’s friends and family go crazy cheering him on. I wonder what song he decided on.

Come and put cha name on it, put cha name on it

Come and put cha name on it, ya name

Don't chu wanna put ya name on it, put cha name on it

Come and put cha name on it, bay-bay-bay-bay-uh

“Oh my goodness! He would!” Scott surprised everyone with ‘Birthday Cake’ by Rihanna, and you have to say, he did it justice. Ansel and Jaden are his back up, twerking and being silly hype men. You look around to see everyone in hysterics and cheering, enjoying the clownery and having a good time.

In your scan of the section, you notice Chris standing beside you. You admire his profile; the way his eyes scrunch up when he smiles genuinely, the lucious length of his lashes, the sharp angle of his nose, the slack of his jaw when he brings his beer to his plump lips. Before he poured the liquid in his mouth, he looked at you from the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth quirking up around the neck of the bottle. You whip your head back to the stage below, kicking yourself for getting caught. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, but his cheeks take on a slight rosy hue.

When Scott’s performance is over, everyone cheers and claps for the guest of honor, who takes his center stage bow and makes his way back to the section.

You and Chris look at one another, both of you mid smile, gazing at each other. Your smiles fade and you clear your throat, readying yourself to speak, although unsure of what to say.

“That was...”

“Yeah, it was…”

“Cool…”

“Entertaining even…”

“Uh huh.”

“Yep.”

You both stand there awkwardly. You’re looking everywhere but at Chris, while Chris is rocking back and forth on his heels, swinging his hands in front then behind himself.

“What a riveting conversation we’re having,” you joke, hoping to loosen up the tension.

It seems to work because Chris breathes out a light laugh before testing some humor himself. “Going better than our last conversation, that’s for sure.” He peeks at your expression tentatively to see if the joke landed, and it seems so by the small smile you offer him.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right,” is all you could think to say. A lull enters your exchange again, but this time it feels a little less rigid, but still not comfortable or cozy. You both have the same idea to interrupt the quiet with a start of a sentence, then share a laugh for simultaneously speaking.

“Ladies first,” he says.

“No, you can. I don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Well, if we were thinking the same thing, you were probably gonna start with ‘I’m sorry…’,” he punctuated with a smile.

You, however, are not smiling. Your face is contorted in complete confusion. “What exactly should I be apologizing for?”

Now Chris is confused. Your face and your tone say that you are serious. He’s searching your face for any sign of humor, and when he doesn’t find any, says, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe for acting all high and mighty like you’re too good for a peace offering?”

“There wouldn’t need to be a peace offering if you weren’t judgemental in the first place!”

“Maybe, but my judgments weren’t wrong. You parade around like you’re queen of everything!” You glare at him as he continues his tangent. “‘OOooooOoO look at me, I’ve won a bunch of statues for my poppy-pop songs and spend my money on fufu jackets, but also don’t look at me cos I’m kinda awkward and might turn to putty at any given second.’” He mocks you in a high pitched, “woman” voice.

You scoff at his foolery and to feel enraged by his stupidly silly drunken display. “First of all, I do not talk like that!”

“Yeah, ok.”

“And secondly, I’m not about to apologize for being proud of my accomplishments that I worked really fucking hard to achieve. I’m not afraid to clap for my damn self. We can’t all be overly-humble and self deprecating and blessed with the ability to be great with everybody. I refuse to shrink myself for anyone any longer!”

‘Any longer’? What’s she mean by that? Chris’ expression softens, as does yours. You’ve realized that you've once again been brought out your box, by a practical stranger no less. The two of you share similar expressions; anger tinged with a bit of hurt. Before either of you could say anything else, not that either of you wanted to, a commotion coming toward the two of you takes your attention away from the heated moment.

Scott is making his rounds through the section, receiving celebratory high fives, kisses, and smacks on the ass. “That was incredible dear!” Lisa punctuated with kisses all over her his face, causing you to laugh at the affection she showed her grown son.

“Ok, ok, thanks Ma!” Scott said, removing his mother’s hands from either side of her face. As he proceeded to wipe off the lipstick from his face, he turned to Chris. “Bro, are you gonna go up there?”

“Nah, just gonna hang back tonight,” Chris says, sounding defeated.

“What? Why? You love karaoke!”

“This isn’t karaoke. Besides, I’m not really feeling it tonight.” That sounds a lot like what you told him as an excuse to leave the game night. You felt like he was baiting you. To bite or not to bite? That is the question. After some intense and uncomfortable pouting from Scott, Chris caved. “Maybe, and that’s a hard maybe!” Chris slurred and gesticulated as he said so.

Satisfied and then distracted, Scott wandered off to his other party guests, his mother following closely behind him. You, however, feeling particularly petty, were not satisfied with his answer. “Too cool for this, are you?” You instigate.

Chris scoffs and swigs his beer, eyes fixed ahead. “Why don’t you go up there? You’re supposedly a big shot rockstar,” you roll your eyes at the title, “and I’ve yet to see what you can do.” A lie, but only he knows that.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I would, but I’ve been told I can’t because I’m a ‘professional’ and will ‘intimidate’ others from having fun, so, whatever…” you say, mocking Scott’s request.

“Yep… sounds about right.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” The liquor made you bold, but Chris barely bats an eye at your brutish behavior. He only winks and walks away. You find yourself trying to manage the butterflies that arise at his slight act, the fluttering cutting through your irritation. What the hell body! We’re not supposed to feel this way towards him!

As you watch Chris disappear down the stairs, there’s a hand on your shoulder that you harshly shrug out of. You turn around to face the offender, but soften at the confused face you meet. “Oh, Lisa. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t expect you to. Not unless you’ve got eyes in the back of your head,” she chuckles. “Are you ok, darling? You look… pissed.”

You lightly laugh, “Yeah… no… I mean yes, I’m fine.”

Lisa looks at you with an eyebrow raised, unconvinced. “Uh huh… I won’t push only because it’s a party, but I want you to know you can tell me anything that troubles you.” Even if it’s your son? You nod, knowing she’s sincere. “So, Scott said that you all are free on Monday.”

“Yep, first full free day in a while!”

“Great! Well, I wanted to invite you to the art museum with me on Monday. There’s a new exhibit opening up and seniors and friends get a special viewing. What do ya say?”

“Aw, I’d love to, Lisa! What’s the—“

“Guys, gals, and non-binary pals! May I have your attention again!” Everyone returns to the railing to look at the host on the stage downstairs. “Our next performer is somewhat unsuspecting, however, a Boston boy through and through. Says he’s a huge fan of the Patriots,” there’s some “woops” for the home team, “and a big fan of singing some Billy Joel…”

“No, he’s not!” you look at Lisa confusedly, as she covers her mouth.

“Who’s not?”

“…and goes by the name of ‘Sassy Cevans’…” the host continues.

“Oh yes he is!” Scott says from your left, inexplicably giddy.

“WHO IS?!” Your question has yet to be answered as the song's guitar riff ripples through the venue. The performer explodes onto the stage, back to the crowd, air strumming along. They turn around as the first lyrics come in and your question is answered, but now you have so, so many more. What in the hell??

Part 5 cont.

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novannna · 4 years

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Little Demon

OK so this is the first fic that I have actually ever posted, plz enjoy some cringy bad writing:)

word count:4192

WARNING: Contains minor Supernova spoilers

Nova is pressured by Adrian into getting a pet to keep her company. Nodrian, lil angsty.

Nova and Danna walked around the corner, onto a busy street with lots of bustling shops and delicious smells. Nova tugged her jacket closer into her body as she shivered in the brisk autumn air.

“Thanks again for coming with me,” she told Danna. It was six months after the battle at the cathedral, and she and Danna had finally forgiven each other. It was rough for a while, but they were now on good terms, friends once again. Danna had agreed to go pet shopping with her. Nova had finally moved into a small flat by herself and Adrian was worrying about her mental health. Well, worrying more than usual about her mental health. He had finally managed to convince her to at least get a pet to keep her company.

“Of course! I’m sooo excited,” she replied. Danna rubbed her hands together. Their destination came into view. “Lucille's pets-the best pets in all of Gatlon city”. Nova snickered at the bright, garish banner hanging above the door. All sorts of sounds came from inside the shadowed shop. Nova could hear parrots and dogs and cats. The noise was so loud. Nova started to shake. She stopped walking and started to take in deep breaths. Even though it was six months after the battle at the cathedral, loud noises still overwhelmed her. She found her brain completely shutting down, refusing to think straight. All she felt was panic. She closed her eyes and listened to the blood roaring in her ears.

“C’mon, Nova. What are you waiting for?” Danna said to her. She saw Nova's expression, and the irritation left her face. “It's okay. You don’t have to do this. You are safe.” She held Nova's hand tightly. Nova nodded.

“I know. Just- give me a sec,” Nova said through a tight throat. Danna slung an arm over her shoulder and guided her towards the edge of the sidewalk. Nova leaned heavily against a wall. After a minute or so, Novas breathing became normal and her heartbeat slowed.

“All good?” Danna asked.

“All good,” Nova confirmed, still catching her breath and convincing her brain that her panic was irrational. Danna squeezed her hand and together, they walked into the chaotic pet shop.

Inside the shop it was much dimmer. Animals screeched all around them and there was constant motion.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Nova whispered to Danna.

“Hey, you don’t have to do this. We can leave if you want.”

“No. I’m fine.” They continued on.

“So what kind of pet do you even want?” Danna asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t really think about that. Definitely not a dog, I don’t have enough time. Not a fish, I want something I can actually interact with.” She shrugged.

“What about a cat?”

“I guess. I’ve never had a pet before. I like cats”

“Hi there! Welcome to Lucille's pets, can I help you out today?” A bright, cheery voice made Nova and Danna jump. A woman emerged from behind the checkout counter. She looked to be in her mid twenties and had bright blue hair. On her apron a nametag read, Lola.

“Hi. My friend is interested in getting a pet. She was thinking about getting a cat.” Danna responded. “Could we meet some of them?”

“Of course,” Lola replied. “Right this way.” She led them towards the back of the shop. On the back wall there were several cages. They all had cats in them. The cats were all different. Huge and tiny, old and young, so many colors of fur.

“What age cat did you want,” Lola asked, directing her question at Nova.

“Umm… probably a kitten. I don’t have a preference really.”

“Well all of our younger cats are on this side,” she gestured to the cages on the left. “Our adult cats are over here.” she gestured towards the other side of the wall. Danna bent down and reached her hand in and tickled a kitten on its chin. The kitten nuzzled its nose against Dannas hand and started to purr. Danna laughed.

“Oh, he likes you,” Lola said. “He’s a sweetie,” she paused. “Would you guys like to meet them outside of the cages,” she asked.

“Oh yes, that’d be great!” Nova exclaimed. Danna nodded vigorously. Lola set up a little pen and directed Nova and Danna to step inside.

“Which ones do you wanna see first?” Lola asked.

“I don’t know. I honestly don’t really have an opinion on the looks or behavior of the cats.” Nova said. Lola walked over to a cage and scooped a gray kitten out in one hand and an orange and white tabby kitten in the other. She gently placed them in the middle of the little pen.

“I have to go and stock the shelves now, feel free to look at the other cats. Just put the ones you have out back before you play with new ones, ‘kay.” said Lola.

“Great! Thanks.” Danna responded.

“Let me know if you need anything.” Lola smiled. She walked away humming a pop song.

“Aww. Hi,” Nova said to the little orange and white kitten playing with her shoelaces. “You’re so cute!” she smiled.

Danna smiled at Nova. “Are you all good now?” She was still worried about Nova after her attack a few minutes before.

“Perfect.” Nova picked up a cat toy and grinned as the two kittens tumbled after the colorful feathers. The kittens zoomed around, completely filled with energy. They kept falling over, full of clumsiness.

“You wanna look at the other kittens now?” Danna asked Nova.

“Sure.” she grabbed the little gray kitten while Danna picked up the orange and white one. They walked over to their cage and set them down inside. The kittens toddled over to their little cat bed and promptly fell asleep.

“Wow. I wish I could fall asleep that easily.” said Danna.

“You know… I could help you,” Nova joked, eyes gleaming. Danna glared playfully back. They both burst out laughing.

“Which one next?” asked Danna.

“I don’t know. You choose.” Danna walked over to the cage with the kitten that she had been petting earlier.

“Lets try these ones.” she picked up the black kitten that she had been petting and handed it to Nova. Nova hugged it to her chest and felt its whole body vibrate from the force of its purrs. Danna grabbed the other one in the cage, an identical black one. When she set it down, it immediately started sprinting in circles around the pen. Danna burst out laughing when it tripped over its own feet and sprawled into an ungainly mess on the floor. Nova shook her head and gently righted the small cat. It rubbed its head against Nova’s legs and then took off again. Nova looked up to see Danna smiling at her.

“What?” she asked, curious about the odd look Danna was giving her.

“It's just-,” she cut herself off and began again. “You seem so happy and peaceful with these animals. You look different.” she smiled at Nova.

“Yeah, I guess I really do like hanging out with these guys. Although, I don’t think these are the right kittens for me. They don’t feel right. I don’t know.

“Yeah. These ones don’t seem to fit you,” Danna responded. “You pick which ones we play with next.”

“‘Kay.” Nova shrugged. She scooped up the kittens and placed them back in their cage. She then knelt to get a good look at the other kittens. Nova opened the door of another cage and picked up a little brown cat. She handed it to Danna and knelt back down to see if there were any other kittens inside. She saw a bright white kitten pressed against the wall, ears pressed back against its head.

“Hey little guy. It's alright. I’m a friend, I won't hurt you.” she placed her palm out. The little kitten sniffed it and hesitantly walked towards Nova. She gently patted it on the head. It hissed and swiped at Nova with its claws. She yelped and quickly drew her hand back, looking at the bright red pinpricks of blood that welled up from the small cuts that the kitten had given her.

“Are you alright!” Danna asked, reaching out to touch Nova’s shoulder.

“Fine, I’ve had much worse. Just a little scratch.” Nova replied.

“Aw, shit. I forgot to tell you about that kitten.” said Lola, having emerged once she had heard Nova’s squak. “She’s a little grumpy, if you didn’t notice. We didn’t breed her, we rescued her. Some people had been throwing rocks at her and mistreating her. She is only just healed and doesn’t trust anyone.”

“It’s okay.” Nova said to Lola. “I’m a friend. You can trust me,” Nova said, now addressing the white kitten. “People have been assholes to you haven’t they? I get it. People have been assholes to me too.” she extended her hand out again. This time the kitten stepped out and rubbed her face across Nova’s palm. She sat still, suppressing a grin. The kitten stepped out a little farther, only a foot away from Nova’s face. The little kitten started to purr and Nova ran her fingers down the kittens back. She gently scooped the kitten up, being very careful not to make any sudden movements. Nova let a tiny pulse of her power flow through the kitten and her eyes slowly closed.

“Well I'll be damned. That’s the first time she has ever let anyone touch her. Even Lucille, and Lucille can talk to animals!” exclaimed Lola.

“I want to adopt her,” Nova said, allowing a grin to split her face. Danna grinned back.

“She fits you perfectly,” said Danna. Nova nodded her head.

“Do you have any toys or litter boxes, or things like that at your house?” Lola asked.

“No, I don’t really know exactly all that I’ll need. Could you show me?”

“Of course.” Lola led Nova and Danna to an aisle full of cat supplies, after they had put away the two kittens She handed Nova a litter box, a bag of litter and a plastic scooper.

“Here, You’ll want a cart.”she walked over to a shopping cart standing next to the cash register and pulled it over to Nova and Danna. Nova put the pile of things she was holding down into the cart. Lola walked her down the aisle, pointing out things that she would need and how to use them, occasionally putting things in the cart. By the time they had gotten through the aisle, Nova actually had a vague idea of how to care for a cat.

“I can go ring these up for you now,” Lola said. “Do you need anything else?”

“I think we’re good. Thank you so much for all of your help!” Danna told her.

“No problem. Let me get you a carrier and then you will be all set.” The girls walked over to the cages and Nova reached into the cage with the little white kitten. She was still fast asleep when Nova slowly picked her up and transferred her to the small cardboard carrier Lola had gotten them. As Nova shut the lid, the kitten woke up and stared into Nova's face with sleepy, confused eyes.

“Hello little one,” said Nova. “you are going to come home with me. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” The little kitten let out a small meow, then tucked its head back down and fell back asleep. She walked over to the cash register and paid for all the items while Danna called Oscar. They had walked here, but they didn’t want to walk with the cat. They were afraid that it might scare her too much. Oscar was the only person that had a car and was able to give them a ride.

“He will be here in 15 minutes, Nova,” Danna told her.

“Great. We’re meeting him out front?” Danna nodded. Nova grabbed the little kittens carrier and headed out the door . Danna followed, hefting a bag full of cat supplies.

Nova and Danna sat down on a bench stationed in front of the store. Nova let a big breath out and smiled.

“Thanks for coming with me. I don’t think I could have done that on my own.” Nova said to Danna.

“Of course I would. I’m your friend right,” Danna playfully pushed her shoulder. Nova pushed it back.

“Im serious though. I thought I would be better, that all the chaos wouldn’t still bother me. I mean I'm a goddamn Renegade! I shouldn’t have to keep falling apart whenever there is too much loud noise.” she trailed off. “Whatever. You really helped me get through that. So, thanks.”

“Anyday. Hopefully it will be good for you to have this little guy around to center you. Have you thought about what you will call her?” she gestured towards the cardboard box containing a sleeping kitten.

“I was thinking I would call her Feroce. It was what my father would call me.” Nova smiled sadly. “I think it fits her.” She leaned back against the bench and crossed her arms over her chest. Nova felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. She pulled it out to see a text from Adrian.

Adrian:Did u get a pet?!?!

Nova smiled. She had forgotten her promise to text him when she had made a decision.

Nova:Yes. I got a little white kitten

Adrian: :)))))

Adrian: I’m w/ Oscar, driving ur way. We’ll be there soon

Nova: Love u. See u soon

Adrian:Love u too<3

Adrian:Can’t wait to see your cat!!!!!!!!

Nova laughed at her adorable dorky boyfriend. ++++++

“Nova!” She looked up to see Oscar and Adrian waving at her frantically from Oscar's car.

“Nova! I need to see Oscar junior right now!” Oscar yelled to her. Nova laughed and got into the backseat of the car.

“She is asleep, and I’ll murder you if you wake her up.” she threatened as she opened the cardboard carrier. Nova showed Adrian and Oscar the tiny sleeping kitten inside.

“And her name is NOT Oscar junior, it's Feroce.” Oscar pouted.

“She's so adorable!” said Adrian.

“Don’t you dare even think of taking her Adrian Everhart!” she glared at him.

“I would never!”

“Uh huh. I saw your face. Don’t try to lie to me,” she said, skeptical.

“Nova, Danna, do you guys have anything you have to do today?” Oscar asked. Nova shook her head.

“No, why” asked Danna.

“If it's alright with Nova, we are going to go to her flat and hang out with Feroce for a while,” said Adrian.

“And if it's not alright with Nova, me and Adrian are sneaking in,” Oscar added.

“It's fine with me,” Nova said.

“Great. We’re meeting Ruby there.” Oscar gunned the engine and they drove off to Nova's small flat.

It was a short drive to her two room flat, only five minutes. She made Adrian carry the cat supplies and Danna carry Feroce while she unlocked the door. Nova pushed the door open and then walked in and collapsed onto her couch.

“Uh, Nova?” Danna said. “I think Feroce woke up.” Nova opened her eyes and saw Danna holding a hissing box away from her body.

“Shit.” Nova got up and grabbed the carrier from Danna. Adrian shut the door. Nova set the box on the floor and opened it. A hissing ball of bright white fur shot out. Feroce burst out and skidded across the room, her claws slid out, trying to grab purchase on the slick wood floor. She didn’t stop herself soon enough and crashed into the wall.

“Nova, that's not a cat. Thats a demon.” Oscar told her.

“She’s just scared. She has a bad history with humans.”

“Out of all the kittens you could have chosen, you chose the smallest, angriest one.” Adrian burst out laughing. “Nova, you are literally the same as that cat.”

“Shut up,” Nova scowled and threw a pillow into his face. She slowly walked over to where the tiny kitten was cowering. She held out her hand, letting Feroce sniff it. She crept forward a bit, ears still pressed flat against her head, but the hissing had ceased. A wet nose pressed against Nova’s hand. She glanced back and smirked at Oscar and Adrians dumbstruck expressions. She felt a small furry body worm its way into her arms. She scooped Feroce up and she snuggled deep into Novas chest. A low purr started in the center of her tiny chest.

“Still a demon?” she asked Oscar.

“I’m terrified of you and your cat. And yes, still a demon.” Oscar shuddered. “Do you have any food? I’m starved.”

“There are some chips in the cupboard. Help yourself.” she sat down on the couch, next to Adrian and Danna. She leaned against Adrians chest.

“You think getting a cat is a good idea?” he asked her. He had an insufferable smirk pasted across his face.

“Shut up. And yes, I will admit, I will be loads happier with Feroce here.”

“WHAT! Did the one and only Nova Artino admit that I was right!” he grinned down at her face.

“Don’t make me take it back,” Nova threatened him. He grinned even more. “Arse,” she grumbled.

A knock sounded on the door, and Danna got up to open it. She swung the door open and Ruby burst into the room.

“Oh my god Nova! Where is your cat?!” she screamed. She rushed over to Nova and immediately started to pet Feroce, before Nova could warn her. Feroce slitted her eyes and let out a small hiss, but did not attack her.

“Nova, your cat is broken,” Oscar exclaimed. “It hates everyone but you and Ruby. literally. Look.” he walked over to Feroce and extended his hand, similar to what Nova had done. Feroce flattened her ears and hissed up at Oscar. She swiped towards his finger with her paw, and he barely managed to move his hand away from her claws.

“See!” he said incredulously. Ruby and Danna burst out laughing.

“Feroce tolerates me, look,” Danna said. Danna traced her hand gently down Feroce’s back. The kitten growled, but didn’t attack.

“It is an actual demon!” Oscar said.

“Her name is Feroce?” Ruby asked. Nova nodded. “What does it mean?”

“It means fierce in italian. It's what my father would call me.”

“Aw. That's so sweet!” Ruby responded.

“El diablo,” Oscar muttered, inching away from Feroce. “Make sure she doesn’t come and attack me at night Nova. She hates me.”

“Not me,” Ruby chimed, ecstatic that the cat liked her more than Oscar.

“Do you want me to draw anything?” Adrian asked. “Like a cat bed or something?”

“Umm, sure. Do you wanna draw me one of those cat tower thingies?” Nova said. “I wanted to get one at the store, but I was too cheap.” Adrian pulled out his marker and started to sketch on the wall. Ruby and Danna had pulled out some of the cat toys Nova had bought out of the bag and were opening them. Feroce stood up and arched her back while yawning. She spotted the brightly covered toy Ruby was dragging across the ground and pounced on it. Nova smiled as she watched the little white bundle of fur race across the room, skidding on the hardwood floor. Adrian sat on the floor, drawing an elaborate cat tower, complete with scratching posts and several different rooms for the cat to sleep in. Nova slid off the couch and hugged her arms around his neck. He looked up from his drawing to smile into her eyes. She playfully kissed his neck. His smile widened, and then he stiffened as she nibbled his ear.

“Get a room,” Oscar shouted to them, still raiding Nova’s cupboards.

“Shut up,” Nova said to him while Adrian blushed furiously. Oscar just grinned.

“You know, you don’t have to make this so elaborate. I only got one cat,” Nova told Adrian, referring to the tower he had drawn.

“I know, I just enjoy drawing things like this. Besides, Feroce will have the coolest cat tower ever!” he said sheepishly.

“You're a dork.”

“But you love me,” he responded. He pulled her into a kiss before she could move her head. Oscar and Ruby snickered behind them. Nova raised her hand and flipped them off without pulling away from her kiss. This caused them to laugh even harder. Adrian gently pulled away from Nova and grinned at her face.

Adrian turned back towards his completed drawing and ran his hands down the wall. He pulled out, and the drawing came with him, now an elegant 3D cat tower, complete with at least five cat beds and scratching posts everywhere. Feroce looked up at the new furniture addition with curiosity. She padded over and sniffed it hard. It apparently met her expectations and she climbed to the highest level, turned in a circle and sat down. Then, she promptly fell asleep.

“Thanks for drawing it, Adrian. It looks so nice!” Nova said.

“No problem,” he replied. All of a sudden, Oscar’s phone let out a loud

ding. Ruby started and Nova whirled around.

“Chill guys, just my phone,” Oscar reassured them. “Looks like I have to leave. Adrian, Danna, Ruby, you want a ride?” he asked.

“Sure,” Danna and Ruby chimed, simultaneously.

“What about you, Adrian? You need a ride?” Oscar asked.

“Nah, I’m good. My dads said they would be happy to pick me up. Thanks though.”

“You do you, I’m outta here. Enjoy your time with the demon cat.” Nova laughed as Oscar glared at the tiny sleeping form.

“Bye Nova, see you tomorrow,” Ruby said as she walked out the door.

“Yeah, bye!” Danna said, getting up as well.

“Thanks for going with me Danna,” Nova told her. “See you guys tomorrow.” Ruby and Danna waved goodbye as they stepped into Oscar’s waiting car. Nova shut the door and turned back toward Adrian.

“I texted my dads, one of them is going to come pick me up in like an hour. They can’t come till then, I hope that is okay.”

“It's fine,” said Nova. She plopped down onto the couch, next to him.

“Tell me about today,” Adrian said. Nova’s therapist had been encouraging Nova to open up more about everything. Adrian had been strictly enforcing that, and so he made it a point every single day to listen about Nova’s day, no matter how boring or slow it was. Nova smiled and snuggled into his chest.

“It was mostly good,” she said.

“Mostly?” he wrinkled his eyebrows.

“I had a panic attack, right before we went into the store. It’s six months after the battle, and I can barely walk on a crowded sidewalk. I’m a poor excuse for a Renegade,” she said.

“Hey. You are an amazing Renegade. Even better than me!” Nova smiled a little. “Six months isn’t that much time, and anyways, you went through so much more than anyone. No would expect you to be fine after only six months.” he paused. “Give it time.”

“I know, I just feel like such a failure.”

“You are everything but a failure. I love you, Nova Artino.”

“And I you, Adrian Everhart.”

“Tell me about the rest of your day now.” Nova filled him in on every detail of her day. And he listened intently, only paying attention to her. He smiled and laughed and comforted her at the appropriate times, and when Nova was finished, it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. It always felt like that after she had talked to Adrian. She could talk and someone would listen. He would hold her, and tell her that everything would be okay when things were hard.

“Im lucky to have you.” Nova told him.

“Im luckier.” she smiled. His phone dinged. “Shoot, my dad is outside. I have to go.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Adrian stood up and walked to the door.

“Thanks for convincing me to get Feroce. I’m glad I can have someone to share my flat with.”

“Of course. Anything to make you happy.”

Nova pulled his head to hers and gave him a kiss on the lips. He blushed again, but didn’t break away. A horn honked outside.

“Sounds like someones ready to go,” Nova said. “See you tomorrow!” Adrian opened the door and rushed out to meet Simon, who was idling on the curb. Nova could see Max sitting in the back seat. She lifted an arm and waved to the two of them. Adrian got into the car and they drove away while Nova walked inside. She collapsed onto her bed, worn out. A smile played its way across her lips as she gazed at the fierce little kitten that was now hers.

“Hello little Feroce,” she said to the cat. Feroce opened her eyes to a slit, and let out a loud purr. Nova laughed and for once, in a very long time she was happy.

#nodrian #nova artino #danna bell #ruby tucker #oscar silva #renegades #renegades fic

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itsyabtsbitch · 4 years

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Hyung Line! Reaction to you being their Soulmate

Note: The Maknae Line Reaction is already up on my page!

Requests are open!

Kim Seokjin

You had a timer on your wrist and at the young age of 12 those numbers seemed to go on forever

Even when you became older it still felt like you would only meet him when you're 56

While you didn't like it, other people were jealous of you knowing when exactly you would see your s/o

,,You don't get it. I wish I could have the whole surprise moment..."

It was also kind of sad going out and knowing that nothing would happen while all of your friends were excited of it maybe 'finally being the day'

Over the years you started to pay less and less attention to the numbers counting down

If you were also good at math you could have realised that one faithful morning you were hours away from meeting your soulmate

But of course you didn't

After not finding any milk and or cereal, you knew you had to go grocery shopping

You were grumpy af, because you didn't get to eat any breakfast

Oh well

Just as you were rounding another aisle, you crashed against something or rather someone hard

You were ready to feel the impact of your fall, but it never came

Mr.worldwidehandsome reacted with precise skills and caught you

His eyes met yours and for a few seconds the world seemed to stand still...-until both of you realised how akward the position you were in was

,,Thank you for uhm...saving me. I will try to pay attention the next time." You hung your head in shame. The blinking of zeroes brought you out of your embarassment though.

,,Yes you really should...but I'm glad that both of us didn't pay attention today" the handsome man showed you his wrist, that displayed the same number of zeroes on his skin.

,,I'm Kim Seokjin."

Kim Namjoon

The first time you noticed your soulmate connection was when you woke up with blonde/brown/black hair (whatever you don't have now)

It was shocking but you honestly didn't mind, because it didn't look bad

You were also happy to know that your soulmate existed

But that happiness ceased very quickly when you realised that the chance of actually finding that person was pretty low

Like, there are a ton of people with that hair color?!

Well anyway

One fateful day your stupid boss just fired you without a chance to explain yourself...Like, you didn't mean to set the kitchen on fire, okay?

You obviously had to go and find a new job after that

Lucky for you, it only took you 30 min of searching through the internet, to find a open spot as a make up artist at a company called Bighit

Not thinking too much about it you sent your application and one day later you had an interview

It went really good

They called you 2 hours later and told you that you got the job

Of course you did your personal happy-dance that looked more like a bird trying to fly for the first time than an actual dance whoops

At least your neighbours didn't see you

Yeah uhmmm

One week later you had your first day at work

You were nevous as fuck and everyone could see it

But they understood what you were going through so it was fine

Your new chef introduced you to Kim Namjoon, a very attractive idol that you would take care of...make up wise ofc.

Thinking about being close to him made you even more nervous and when it was time to do his make up you were shaking

Namjoon didn't even blink an eye at that. He was completely calm and just told you to breath in and out slowly

On the inside he was freaking out about how beautiful you were though

About two months later you and Namjoon were a great team and even the other members started shipping you (*cue Joonie being a blushing mess*)

Since Bighit was pretty chill about their employees having special hair colours or tatoos, you decided that you needed a change

The fact that your soulmate also shared that connection with you may have affected your choice just a liiiittle bit

You were also tired of being single so you picked a colour that would be easy to recognize and let's just say...Namjoon was not too excited about waking up with purple hair...

But at least you both instantly knew that you were soulmates, sooo yay?

+ his grumpy additude disappeared the second he saw the smile on your face. Even the teasing of his best friends couldn't tear his new mood down.

Jung Hoseok

You were a fan of BTS for about 4 months

But somehow you managed to read almost every single fanfic about Hoseok in that time

Your favorite is the one where you have that special moment during a concert

Like: your eyes met, the lights dimmed..the crowd around you got silent and all that other shit

Just basic soulmate stuff that you would never ever experience...

Hah. Joke's on you.

Okay time skip for another two months

BTS announced a Tour in your city and of course you were freaking out

Thank god you tried to save some money for a vacation...that could wait anyway.

After aggressivly typing and scrolling on your computer you actually managed to get a ticket

You may have screamed a little bit too loud but whatever, right?

The only sad thing was that you would have to go alone

Brushing that thought away, you started to think about what you would wear and need

When the day of the concert came you were r e a d y.

So ready that your dumbass somehow made it through the line and got a place in the front row

Congrats to you

You didn't realise how close you were to the stage until the boys actually stood there

Like holy shit wow omg what

The first 30 min were a mixture of happiness, crying and (let's be honest) a little bit sexual frustration

Fucking Jung Hoseok and his black clothes. Ugh.

When 'so what' came on though...Hobi stopped right infront of your corner

Obviously everyone started screaming and calling his name

But you were too lost in the moment to actually react

Maybe that's why he noticed you...

Wait what?

The crowd around you seemed to fade, the music was barely recognizable and his eyes held a unspoken story in them that you would like to explore...

At least that's what you tell everyone when they ask you about the moment you met your soulmate

But deep inside you know that no words in the world could ever describe the way you felt when his eyes met yours...because it was almost magical (at least that's what Hoseok always said)

Well anyway

After getting out of whatever trance you were stuck in, Hobi talked to the security guards

They managed to get you out of the crowd (where at least 30 girls were watching you with a jealous death stare) and get you backstage

That's where you met your sunshine loving boyfriend for the first time

Min Yoongi

You were a music producer masking your identity under the name 'saltea' (lmao you know I had to)

At first your music barely got any recognition

20 views were the maximum for you and even though it may seem like a small number to some people, you were so proud

,,Mom! It just got 23 views! That's almost a whole class!"

Big uwu energy

You obviously continued to follow your dream, even when some of your 'friends' told you that nobody would really care about your music

Well screw them because your new music video got 50 views hah!

It went on like that for another 3 years until you were 21 years old

You somehow got the offer to collab with Selena Gomez after a particular song you posted

That was when your career did a whole 360 and went 📈

People started to follow you, like your music and ask to work together (Guys I'm so sorry but tumblr says I reached a limit??!?🤡 so you'll have to deal with pics now UGHHHH WTF SEND HELP :(

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amphtaminedreams · 4 years

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S/S 2020 Fashion Month: A Basic, Uneducated Fashion Heaux’s A-Z of Everything Noteworthy (Part 3/3)

Hi to anyone reading,

I’m finally at the end!

It’s only taken me, like, over 2 months but I’m finally about to review the last 5 shows I wanted to talk about from this year’s RTW offerings for S/S 2020. It’s very frustrating that I couldn’t include them in the last post and make this a nice, neat, equally sized two part thing but Tumblr was being difficult and so here I am. On the plus side, I guess I can also make this post a bit of a round-up of my ultimate favourite collections of this year and some of my absolute favourite looks!

To quickly finish my review though, I’m gonna start this post with Vivienne Westwood’s S/S 2020 collection!

And I hate to start the post on a downer but I wasn’t wild about it. The bridal look worn by Bella Hadid and the similarly structured red dress are the only pieces that I really love. The accessories are beautiful, especially the shell necklace, and the fitted corset upper halves are very flattering, however, there’s just nothing particularly exciting about this collection for me.

As for YSL’s S/S 2020 collection, my opinion is pretty similar. Don’t get me wrong, I personally love the embroidered pieces, and the jewell tones, and the whole art teacher/female Russell Brand vibe (I’m aware this is my second Russell Brand comparison of this review, don't @ me) but why does there have to be SO GODDAMN MANY FUCKING SEQUIN SUITS? I included a couple of the more interesting ones just for reference and can you believe that’s only about 1/10 of the sequin suits that were actually shown. I feel like they genuinely made up a good 33% of the show. It’s so boring and overdone from Saint Laurent, like you really can’t convince me that they didn’t do this exact same thing last year and the Eiffel Tower being in the background and the presence of the goddess that is Naomi Campbell and all the fancy lighting in the world isn’t a distraction enough because they DID THAT LAST YEAR TOO. It’s just disappointing from a brand like YSL who really has the money to take it to any wacky and inventive place that they want, and who has drawn on so many historical and cultural references in the past; the bohemian looks I am here for, everything else can go.

Next is Zadig and Voltaire, which is obviously more of a pedestrian brand than YSL, but still...disappointing.

I guess disappointing is the wrong word really because it’s not as if I had especially high hopes, it’s just that in comparison to a collection like Off-White’s, which was also a lot more of a “wearable” line, this is very Stradivarius/Zara/H&M/any member of the Inditex group. I like the ruffles, but we’ve seen them done in a much more interesting way in pretty much every other show and same with the blazers and suits. Even the styling of the teal faux fur coat, which I adore, is meh. Even Emily DiDonato can’t save it for me and that’s saying something because she honestly might be one of the most beautiful women on this planet.

On a more positive note, Zimmerman was beautiful. In a collection inspired by the ocean, the tranquil colour palette, the ornate, frothy ruffles and the flowing materials are dead on, and indulgently so. I can see most of these pieces having universal appeal and looking good on anyone, and yet this wearability doesn’t make the collection boring by any means; I think it really is a matter of having a clear concept and attention to detail that save more subtle shows from falling by the wayside.

And lastly, Zuhair Murad, which is always a designer I look forward to; I love a good princess dress and on that, he always delivers.

However, whilst there’s a similar feel and colour palette to Zimmerman, I’d say this collection doesn’t have quite as clear a direction. There’s definitely a lot of recurring themes of the ruffles and the high necks and the bohemian prints and suits that we’ve seen throughout fashion month, but this still doesn’t feel like the most relevant or current collection I’ve ever seen from Murad. It goes without saying that the dresses are beautiful but in the context of a red carpet where every dress is a princess dress, I can’t imagine any of these taking my breath away which is usually the case.

I really WANTED to end on a positive note, I’m sorry! And there were so so many amazing moments this season. In general, I’m excited for a lot of the trends that are seemingly going to be coming up: more of the milkmaid thing, peasant blouses, bohemian influences and a shit load of gorgeous suits!

I was going to try and do a top 10 but I honestly have too many favourites so I’m making into a...top 20. It sounds like a cop-out, but when there’s THIS many shows to go through I think a top 20 is perfectly fair.

1. Gucci

It has to be my favourite overall. The clearest concept, the most beautiful colours, and a whole range of interesting accessories and structures. Blew everything else out the water. Might make like Elsie Fisher in Eighth Grade and just start randomly saying Gucci out loud at totally inappropriate moments to express my love.

2. Marc Jacobs

Kooky and in your face but also thoughtful and delicate. Every piece is a statement.

3. Moschino

The intersection where art meets fashion is always my favourite place to lurk and so it’s not surprise that Moschino’s Picasso inspired collection ticked so many boxes for me. Aside from that, the structures are gorgeous and on trend and I love the accessories.

4. Valentino

So. Many. Heavenly. Dresses.

5. Mugler

Definitely the sexiest S/S 2020 collection.

6. Paco Rabanne

I mean, yes, it is a little primary school teacher-y (it’s probably the coloured socks), but a fashion-y, wear-it-to-the-club version of primary school teacher style.

7. Ralph and Russo

A prissy pastel dream that channels the Sandra Dee sleepover scene from Grease in the modern day, the only thing that could’ve added to the Ralph and Russo show would be a more diverse group of models.

8. Brock

There’s never going to be an appropriate moment to wear any of the garments from the Brock collection. Does that mean I’m going to stop thinking about it? Never.

9. Balmain

I know Balmain didn’t go down too well with the fashion critics but the noughties pop girls obsessed child in me loveddddd it.

10. Etro

Not the most high-fashion but I would wear.

11. Dion Lee

Dion Lee took corsets and suspenders and harnesses and turned that whole dominatrix trend on its head by pairing them with androgynous silhouettes, fresh whites and subtle nude tones, and I’m here for it!

12. Alessandra Rich

Eighties presidential candidate’s wife/sorority queen realness.

13. Dilara Findikoglu

Definitely my favourite of the more “avant-garde” shows we saw this year.

14. Oscar de la Renta

These dresses speak for themselves, do I really need to say any more?

15. Christopher Kane

Christopher Kane made galaxy print cool again for the first time since it was murdered by 2013 “hipster” Tumblr and then buried 6ft under by the plethora of £5 and under wholesale retailers who thought it would be a good idea to mass produce leggings with said print on.

16. Loewe

Delicate, purposeful and refined, Loewe put out a practical yet very, very pretty and season-appropriate spring collection.

17. Thom Browne

Thom Browne brought Marie Antoinette onto the runway. ‘Nuff said.

18. Louis Vuitton

I will never turn my nose up at anything 70s influenced and Louis Vuitton’s collection was probably the most authentic (and thus kinda ugly at times) that I’ve seen.

19. Simone Rocha

If I ever became part of some modern day witchy, forest-God worshipping cult, I would expect us all to be wearing Simone Rocha’s 2020 S/S collection and nothing less.

20. Vera Wang

Jenny Humphrey in Gossip Girl for the 2019 e-girl xoxo

SO.

3 parts and 3 months later, this is my review of fashion month 2019 coming to an end. I mean, it’s actually closer to A/W 2020 fashion week now than it is to S/S 2020 buuuut let’s just forget that little detail because I had NO FUCKING IDEA it would take this long.

If there’s anyone out there who read this to the end (and I highly, highly doubt there is and I don’t blame you) or even anyone that looked at the pictures (which is probably what I would do), please let me know! It got a bit long at times but I have generally reallllly enjoyed doing this and more than anything it’s got me sad that I’ll never see these shows in person :( sad times :( oh to be on the benefiting end of nepotism :(

Thank you sooo much!

Lauren x

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dvoz-alternate · 4 years

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Idol Room Scenario

Request: can you do a mingi x reader when the reader is their senior in a gg (kinda like bp, twice, etc) and both groups go to idol room for an episode 🥺

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AN: I have actually really wanted to make something like this for the longest time and now I’m able to make it for you! I am pulling some of my ideas from a post I made earlier this year! Also the Queen of Hearts is my favorite card in the deck and the group is based on a straight royal flush sooo…. For the sake of the fic you are born just a few months before Seonghwa, so Jan-Mar.

Summary: Part of an all girl group you are the leader of Royals. Both groups have heard of each other and seen each others works/MVs/live streams/etc., but have never met in person and happen to be fans of each other. For the most part all they know are names and faces. Royals and Ateez are doing a collab on an album and their companies thought it would be a good way to introduce each group through the idol room.

Word count: ~1500

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The MC looked over towards ATEEZ’s leader, “So, it’s true that you are going to be working with the Royals on your upcoming album?” “It is true and we are really looking forward to doing this collab. There is going to be a lot of new concepts between our groups,” Hongjoong said leaning forward slightly on his stool. The other MC spoke up, “And neither group has met in person right?” The group of boys all shook their heads. “Perfect than this would be a perfect time for us to introduce the girl group Royals to the set!” the MC gestured off stage to where you and four other girls entered from. Mingi’s jaw dropped slightly seeing one of his favorite groups join them for the episode. Yunho noticed the look on Mingi’s face and casually raised a hand to close his mouth. His eyes instantly locking on your form.

Smiling you walked onto the set with two of your members in front of you and two behind you lining up next to the MC who introduced your group. Glancing at the MCs and then to the boy group ATEEZ you sucked in a quick breath before quickly recovering your smile. Your members have teased you before about your attraction for the giant rapper, but now you were finally seeing him in person. Bowing you introduce your group flashing a stunning smile. You were partially dreading your personal introduction but you pushed on. “Hi I’m (Y/N), the leader of the Royals and the queen of hearts, and more specifically the queen of your heart,” you gave a wink and a finger heart to the camera and to the boys before immediately hiding behind your taller group members who chuckled at your embarrassment. Mingi and the rest of the group couldn’t help but remember their first person intros when they first started.

Sitting in the stools the MCs turned to view both groups, “Alright, so what do you know about each other.” You shared a look with Hongjoong and he nodded at you to take the lead, “In all honesty the most we know of each other is each other’s name.” “And position within each group,” Hongjoong added. Feeling eyes on you, you slowly moved your attention from the MC to where you thought you were being stared at. Seeing the flame colored hair you tilted your head slightly giving him a warm smile. Facing flushing from being caught Mingi ducked his head running a hand through his hair. “Well how about this,” an MC said looking between the two groups, “let’s have each of you guess who is older before revealing how old you actually are.” The other MC spoke up, “Seonghwa why don’t you try guessing?” Standing the dark haired male in leather went to stand in front of your group. Taking a good look at all of your features he came to a conclusion, “I think based off the music videos we have watched that you’re all at least born in 1999.” Your group all glanced at you giggling. “Was I wrong?” Seonghwa asked turning to look at his guys for help even though they were just as clueless. “I mean you were mostly right,” you offered teasingly. “Wait what?!” several of the boys jumped from their seats staring at you. “Wait a minute… who’s the oldest?” you asked as you clasp your hands together pointer fingers scanning over the group. “I am. I was born on April 3, 1998,” Seonghwa said raising an eyebrow at you. Eyes widening your jaw dropped. “What, no! This should be illegal!” you and your group stared gobsmacked at the eight boys in front of you. “I’m just a few months older than you,” you gestured to Seonghwa. “What?! You look so young!” Mingi’s eyes were comically wide. Everyone started laughing at how much chaos had broken out over this topic.

“Alright, alright. Between your groups, who holds the sex appeal,” the MC decided to move onto the next topic. Collabately from both ATEEZ and Royals everyone pointed at Wooyoung before they turned on you. “Wait no! No!” you quickly waved your hands around, “I’m definitely not the sexy one in the group. I’m just cute.” A choking noise came from Mingi and Jongho thumped him on the back. “Then what do you call this?” the MC pulled up your groups most recent music video which you covered your eyes with your hands. “I don’t know I just do that…” you called your words trailing off slightly embarrassed. Your crush however was watching the screen intently with cheeks slightly pink. “How and why are you the only one dancing in those heels?” Mingi asked prying his eyes away from the screen where you were dancing in ridiculously high heels. “Ah, I’m the shortest in the group so it was to help make me appear taller, and it fit the theme of the music video,” you shrug. “So you had to learn that entire choreography in those death traps?” Yunho asked. Nodding you explained, “Yeah it was definitely an experience. I learned the choreography beforehand and then had to relearn it in the heels.” “I can’t believe you actually did the splits like that though,” Wooyoung said as they watched the part where you go into the splits as you all point up and out in the opposite direction. “We have watched the reaction video of you on youtube when you saw you had to wear those heels, and it’s probably still one of the cutest things ever,” Mingi didn’t mean to call you cute out loud, but when he thought back to you staring wide eyed and mouth open like a fish he couldn’t help it. Cheeks burning from Mingi calling you cute you covered them with your hands.

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Each group performed their preferred arrangement in front of each other along with random dance play. You couldn’t help but jump in and dance Mingi’s part when Wave was played. Both groups intermingling knowing the dance to each groups songs.

“So we have one last thing to do before we end the show,” an MC said standing between each group. “Finally we will do a lyric battle between the groups, and to make it a little more even would one of you volunteer to join the Royals for the final game?” Sheepishly Mingi stepped forward rubbing the back of his neck. Your heart started racing as you held a hand out for him to join you. The rest of ATEEZ already knew about the giant’s crush on you so they decided to give him a hard time and something about “abandoning the group”. “I think we need to redo our opening,” Yeosang teased as they all recounted back to their time with Oneus. After they finished you wrapped your arms around Mingi, “You know if that’s the case then I might just have to keep him.” Mingi’s face darkened at your words with his blush now touching his ears while everyone “oohed”.

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Stepping off the stage together you and your group faced the boy group. “It was really nice being able to meet you all officially,” you told them your group bowing. “We look forward to spending the next few weeks working with you as well,” Hongjoong lead his group in reciprocating the courtesy. You and Mingi both seemed to have the same idea lingering behind the others as they started leaving. Brushing your hair behind your ear you looked up at the smiling giant. “I still can’t believe we actually get to work together,” Mingi said following behind you as you went to pick up your bag. “Likewise. You’re an extremely talented group of guys, and am a big fan of a certain rapper,” you turned to look at him as you adjusted you bag over your shoulder. The red haired rapper’s smile seemed to grow bigger for a brief moment before it disappeared, “Wait… do you mean Hongjoong?” Giving his shoulder a slight shove you laughed, “No, no. This rapper has red hair and a ridiculously deep voice,” you giggled as you watched his smile reappear and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh!” you started digging through your purse before tearing out a small piece of paper from a notebook and a pen. Mingi watched as you scribbled on the paper before you handed it to him. “Hopefully we can talk more than just during the project time period,” you told him tilting your head slightly. Mingi stared in shock at the small piece of paper. You had scrawled your number on it with a cute heart at the end. He also didn’t noticed that you had started to walk away before you called out to him. “Mingi! Come on! Our groups are going out for lunch!” Snapping out of his trance he pocketed the paper before running after you.

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#dvoz-alternate #ateez request #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #wooyoung x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #jongho x reader #idol au

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penmansparadise · 5 years

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Billy Hargrove Imagine - Something Special

* I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS POSTED* *CREDIT TO THE GIF OWNERS*

Okay, sooo it’s been a FAT minute since I’ve posted something. Being a full-time college student is just absolute shit. I know I have so many requests that I still haven’t written, but I needed to get my inspiration to write again back. I am hoping that I will get to some of the requests while I have this short break before my next classes start up again. However, I may end up writing another Billy imagine just so I can get my creative juices flowing, so stay tuned. I really hope that you all enjoy this. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!

Warnings: Mild language

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

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I clenched and unclenched my hands as I stared at the Blue Camaro parked in the driveway. Why Ms. Williams paired me with Max Mayfield, of all the middle schoolers in this rundown town, I had no idea. The stupid “Big Sister” program was straight bullshit anyway, but there I was, sitting in my car perched in front of the Hargrove/Mayfield residence. I blew out a long breath before getting out of my seat and walking to their front door.

Standing on the other side of the wooden door, I could hear Ratt blasting through the house. I tried my best to ignore it as I knocked three times. It wasn’t long before the door flew open to reveal the one person I was hoping would not be present during the visit. Sweat beaded on his forehead, causing his golden hair to stick together. He was wearing a worn white tank top that clung to his toned chest. Without even meaning to, my eyes took in every inch of him.

Billy was what most people called “popular.” Ever since he arrived in Hawkins, he had everyone turning their heads. I mean, honestly, it was hard not to. He quickly fell in with the “in-crowd,” and gained the title of “King of Hawkins.” Billy was the guy every girl wanted, and the person every guy wanted to be. He was the complete opposite of me. I was the quiet, good girl who got paid to write other people’s English papers. I always listened in class and was always home by curfew. Although there were many parties thrown, I was never in attendance. I never once thought for a second Billy would know who I was. But, he did.

Billy raised his eyebrows, and a small smirk fell onto his lips.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Y/N.”

Heat rose to my cheeks as I came back to reality.

“Yeah, well, same.”

Billy let out a chuckle,

“I live here.”

I shut my eyes tightly, completely regretting opening my mouth. I shook my head and brought my eyes to meet his again.

“Right, um, sorry. I know.”

He was amused at my inability to articulate my scrambled thoughts, but he was patient.

“I’m here for Max. I got paired as her mentor through the Big Sister program. We had a meeting today to talk about…girl things.”

His eyebrows rose again.

“Well, Y/N, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Max isn’t here.”

My stomach turned as embarrassment enveloped me. The red hue returned to my cheeks, and my eyes widened. I stood motionless and mute in front of Billy as he watched me.

“Okay,” I finally said, “I guess I’ll just go then.”

I quickly turned to leave and got halfway to my car when Billy spoke again, stopping me in my tracks.

“You could always stay and wait for her. She should be back soon.”

Something fluttered in my chest at his invitation, but I didn’t move immediately. I could see my car sitting on the curbside. It was beckoning me to jump in and drive home. The meeting could always be rescheduled; there was absolutely no reason for me to stay. But, for some unknown reason, I turned to face him. He stood there, leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. A small smirk played on his lips as he waited patiently for me to make my decision. I let out a breath and gave a nod.

“Okay,” I said before walking into the house.

I took careful steps as I followed Billy toward the couch. The TV, tuned to MTV, blared “Take Me to the Top” by Mötley Crüe. I watched as he bopped around the room, picking up miscellaneous items in a weak attempt to tidy up. A light laugh escaped my lips at the sight of Billy, Mr. Big-and-Bad, dancing around his living room.

“This is a great song and all, but I prefer “Live Wire.” It really shows off Vince’s vocal range, you know?” I said, looking at the photos perfectly placed on the beige walls.

Billy stopped and turned to face me with confusion written all over his face.

“You listen to Mötley?”

My eyes connected with his as I sat up a little straighter.

“I do, actually. I would have killed to see them in concert when they were in Indianapolis. My mom wouldn’t let me go though. She was worried I’d get kidnapped or something.”

Billy’s mouth was nearly on the floor as I spoke. I narrowed my eyes at him and let out a huff.

“Why is it so surprising that I listen to Mötley Crüe?”

He moved himself to the loveseat across from me and plopped down.

“I just assumed that someone like you would listen to lighter music, you know? Like Madonna or something, I don’t know.”

My jaw dropped, and my hand flew to my chest in mock offense.

“Mr. Hargrove, there is quite a lot that you don’t know about me.”

He smirked and placed his arms across the back of the couch.

“So, I am learning.”

The two of us sat across from each other for hours talking about music. Billy was shocked when I told him that I saw Poison live, and even more floored when I told him I flashed Bret Michaels’ bodyguard to get backstage. He laughed when I told him I had a massive crush on David Lee Roth, and I laughed even harder when he said he did too. We were in the middle of debating which Def Leppard album was better when Max finally came through the door.

“You honestly think ‘High ‘n’ Dry’ is better than ‘Pyromania?’” Billy asked.

A smile was spread across my face as I answered with confidence.

“Absolutely! I mean, ‘Bringin’ on the Heartbreak’ is amazing! How could you think any different?”

Billy was about to speak when Max pulled both of our attention to the door.

“Y/N?”

I sprang to my feet, heart beating loud enough for their neighbors to hear.

“Max!” I damn near shouted.

I cleared my throat and took a calming breath.

“You’re back. I’m here for our meeting. You know, for the Big Sister/Mentor thing.”

Her eyes narrowed with skepticism as she looked from Billy to me.

“Right.” She said, drawing out each syllable. “Let’s go to my room then.”

She took my arm in her hand and began dragging me toward her room. I sent Billy an apologetic look before Max slammed her bedroom door shut.

The meeting was longer than I expected. Max unloaded everything on me, something I was not expecting. I tried my best to listen and nod when appropriate, but I could not concentrate. Billy’s perfectly structured face was burning in my mind. From his deep blue eyes, and the way they held my gaze to the way his nose crinkled when he laughed. When Max finally realized I was not fully present, she decided to let me go stating she was tired.

She didn’t walk me to the door, but I didn’t mind. I made my way through the quiet house and to the front door. My heart nearly stopped when Billy grabbed the doorknob before me.

“So, I’ll see you next week at the same time?” He asked with a playful grin. “We still have to decide which Def Lepp album is better.”

I let out a small chuckle at his comment. Against my better judgment, I nodded.

“Yeah, same time next week; I’ll be here.”

He smiled before opening the door and watching me leave. I got in my car, trying my best to hide the wide grin spread across my lips. I gave a little wave before driving off with the thought of seeing Billy again playing in my mind.

From that day forward, it was a routine of ours. I would arrive exactly two hours before my meeting with Max was scheduled to spend time with Billy. We would sit in his room, me on his bed, and him on the floor, and just talk. It started out as small talk. He asked what my favorite color was, and I asked what his favorite season was. As the months rolled on, the conversations got deeper. He moved from the floor to lying next to me on his bed. He told me about his mother and how he tries so hard to make his father proud. I told him about my parents and how suffocating they are by controlling my every move. He told me he doesn’t like to fight, but he doesn’t know how else to express his emotions. I told him that I didn’t want to go to college, but couldn’t bear the thought of telling my parents. Slowly, but surely, we grew closer and closer.

Although our little talks had been going on for months, I still got excited about seeing Billy. When I pulled up in front of his house that day, I saw him waiting on the porch. It was different, but I tried not to look too much into it. Trying to mask the happiness bubbling over inside of me, I sauntered over to him. A wide smile spread across his lips at the sight of me, making my heart jump.

“Hey,” I said more to my feet than Billy.

He chuckled lightly.

“Hey.”

We stood in silence for a moment before Billy finally spoke.

“Can I take you somewhere?”

My mouth opened and closed with no words coming out at first.

“Um,” I began, “Yeah, sure.”

Billy’s blue eyes brightened at my response. He didn’t say anything in return, instead, he took my hand in his, and led me to his car. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with mine sent shock waves through my entire body. He opened the passenger side door for me before rushing to get behind the wheel. His nervous, jittery movements made me giggle. He was not acting like his normally cool and collected self.

In the car, from my peripherals, I could see him stealing glances of me. My heart pulsed in my chest, and I moved my hand to my face to hide my smile. “Faithfully” by Journey came from the radio, and molded with the sound of rubber over asphalt in perfect harmony. The windows were down, blowing the smell of Billy’s cologne and dewy grass into my face. I let myself look in his direction for a moment. His golden hair, whooshing wildly around his face, shined under the late afternoon sun. One hand sat perched on the top of the steering wheel while the other hung lazily out the window. His slender fingers drummed along to the radio. His eyes were glued to the empty road ahead of us. I bit my bottom lip as I let myself drink him up.

Billy turned the car down a dirt road, and shortly after that, we were parked under a large oak tree. There was nothing surrounding us but greenery. Billy got out first, and as I was taking in the view, he opened my door. He took my hand before guiding me to the front of his car. Standing in front of me, he gently placed his hands on my waste. He was closer than he had ever been. I could feel the warmth coming off his tense body. His hands gripped my hips a little before he lifted me effortlessly onto the hood. A nearly inaudible gasp left my lips at the sudden movement. He removed his hands from my body and sat down next to me. His arm brushed against mine, giving me shivers. The feeling of his body close to mine made my stomach tighten.

In a sad attempt to lessen the obvious tension between the two of us, I spoke.

“This place is beautiful, Billy. How did you find it?”

His eyes never strayed from the tree standing in front of us.

“I was driving one night to clear my mind when I came across the dirt road. It was probably kind of stupid now that I think about it, but I turned down it. I realized it was a dead-end, so I got out and sat for a while. From that day on, when I needed to just get away, I came here. It’s a good place to think.”

I took in the picturesque scenery in awe. With the sun setting, the tree coverage made me feel like I was in a fairytale. Billy cleared his throat, gaining my attention again.

“Can I, um, I need to tell you something, Y/N.”

He was fiddling with his hands, a nervous habit of his that I had picked up on. I gave an anxious nod to urge him to go on. His eyes were looking everywhere, but mine as he spoke.

“These past few months with you have been amazing.” He said.

My mouth fell slightly agape, not sure what to say in return. But, before I could reply, Billy continued in a rush.

“I’ve learned so much from you. Not just about who you are, but also about myself. I’ve learned that I don’t have to punch someone to get my point across, and it’s okay to walk away sometimes. You taught me that being a big brother isn’t as terrible as I made it out to be. Max is actually a pretty cool kid.

“I’ve learned that you love power ballads because they make you believe that people can really be in love. I also learned the hard way that you prefer the wall side of the bed.” He gave a light chuckle as he playfully rubbed the arm I hit months back when he tried to take my side of the bed. His eyes finally pulled away from the grassy roots ahead of us and met mine. He smiled and let out a sigh.

“You really are something special, Y/N.”

My cheeks flushed from the blunt compliment. Billy never ventured down the road of flattery with me before. Something had clearly changed between us. I gave a nervous laugh and waved him off.

“Oh, don’t give me that much credit.”

“No, really.” Billy began, “You’ve made me into a better person. I’m a better version of myself when I’m with you, Y/N.”

His steady gaze held mine as I hung on to every word that he spoke. I could feel the heat climbing up my neck again and quickly averted my eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I said with another nervous chuckle, “You’re making me blush.”

I looked back up to find his eyes still set on me. My hands began to sweat as I held onto my knees for support.

“I, Billy…” I trailed off.

His eyes began to gloss over before he finally spoke again.

“Y/N, I think I’m in love with you, and that absolutely terrifies me.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words. They echoed in my ears and embraced my heavy beating heart.

“Why does it terrify you?”

He ran his hands over his face before running them through his perfect mane of hair.

“I don’t know. I just, I’ve never felt this way before, for anyone. I’ve never known what this could feel like. The only other person I felt genuine love for walked out of my life without looking back. I’m afraid of putting myself in that position again. I’m scared that if I let myself be vulnerable again, you’ll leave just like my mother did. I don’t want to feel that kind of pain ever again, Y/N. I can’t go through that again. I won’t make it.”

“Billy,” I said, placing my hand on top of his, “I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not tomorrow, and not six months from now.”

He moved his gaze to meet mine again. With my eyes glued to his, I gave his hand a squeeze.

“You’re not the only person who has learned new things these past few months, Billy. I used to be a hermit who only left the house to go to school. You taught me how to embrace the world around me. You showed me that there is more to life than just math and science assignments. I’ve learned that taking risks is scary, but dammit it’s so worth it. Billy, you taught me how to live, and you showed me that even I am capable of falling in love.”

My hands were shaking, and this time Billy gave my hand a squeeze encouraging me to go on. I shut my eyes and let out a breath.

“I’ve never felt these feelings before. The way my heart jumps at just the thought of you. Or how your smile makes it hard to breathe. Billy, I’ve never craved another human being before. This is all new to me.”

I opened my eyes and met his cerulean orbs, full of anticipation.

“You’re not the only one who’s terrified, Billy.”

We held each other’s gaze for a moment, acutely aware of the other’s every movement. My heart was racing, and my breathing quickened with each passing second. I felt his hand leave mine, and slowly land on my right cheek. My eyes shut as I leaned into his warm touch. Every one of my senses was on high alert. I could hear his short breaths as he inched closer toward me. I could feel his other hand land softly on my left cheek. I could smell his coconut shampoo as his little ringlets brushed against my face.

Our lips were only inches from one another, and my whole body ached for him to close the distance. His thumbs drew small circles on my cheeks before he finally connected his lips to mine. My hands gripped his toned arms as I melted into the kiss. He pulled me closer until I was practically in his lap. I let my hands wander up his arms until they found the back of his neck. My fingers tangled in his soft curls as our lips moved together in complete bliss.

When he reluctantly pulled away, I was breathless. He moved his hands to my waist and hoisted me onto his lap. Straddling him, I placed my forehead against his and smiled. He gently rubbed his nose against mine, making me chuckle.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

Tingles washed over me at his words. With a cheesy grin plastered on my face, I leaned close to his ear, and whispered,

“I love you so much more, Billy.”

A low chuckle shook his body as he wrapped his arms around me. He trailed kisses up and down my neck before leaning back onto his hood and pulling me into another passionate kiss.

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MU || jinyoung imagine

In which you and Jinyoung aren’t officially dating, but you two just had a mutual understanding...right?

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Jinyoung only did one star at Thai restaurants because he couldn’t handle spicy food. If possible, he would get no stars.

He had an iced Americano every morning to start his day. He would never leave his dorm room if he had it his way. He isn’t the world’s greatest chef, but he can make leftovers feel like a Michelin-star meal by putting a runny egg on top. He’s perpetually tired from a lack of proper rest (he’s a night owl when it comes to assignments.) Though he’s known as the “smart one” of your friend group—a freaking direct admit into his major—he could be pretty dumb when it came to common sense things.

He could also be moody and seemingly agitated by others, but you knew he’d never be rude to people on purpose. He was only like that when school was stressing him out.

When it came to Jinyoung, you knew him better than anyone else.

Everyone knew that Jinyoung had no interest in relationships. Who has time for relationships when he was trying to make it out alive in the university’s most competitive major? But you knew better.

You and Jinyoung may not be officially dating, but you had an unspoken mutual understanding. He could be cold at times, but you knew how to get to the real him. The kind and understanding and vulnerable Jinyoung. You were the only one he’d ever show his true self.

“Noona, just ask him out already.”

If you weren’t tagging along with Jinyoung, you could often be seen lounging around the student center with Bambam, laptops opened on the table under the pretense of studying, when really you’d both be on your phones showing each other funny posts. During these “study sessions,” it was common for you to tell him something that happened with Jinyoung, hoping for him to confirm your hypothesis that Jinyoung liked you back. Today just happened to be one of those study sessions.

“It’s been three years of this,” Bambam continued. “Like you said and like everyone else has been saying, you two are practically dating. Just hurry up and ask him out already so I don’t need to hear any of this anymore.”

You shot him a dirty look across the table. “You know I can’t do that—”

“What about all that ‘mutual understanding’ crap you were talking about?” Bambam shook his head as he put his phone down, returning to his computer to work. “You wouldn’t be so scared to ask him out if you’re so sure he likes you back.”

“It’s not because I’m scared,” you argued. “I just don’t want to stress Jinyoung out with another thing. He has no time for relationships, remember? We’re comfortable as we are now.”

“Right.”

“Plus I’m not the only one who likes him. You saw the way Hyo Jin kept leaning on him during karaoke last week, she didn’t even drink that much. She would attack me or something of me and Jinyoung started actually dating.”

Bambam smirked. “How could I forget? You kept glaring at her, you were so jealous—”

“What do I have to be jealous of?!” Bambam laughed as you threw your water bottle at him. You were easily riled up when it came to Jinyoung and Bambam got a kick out of pushing your buttons. It was a wonder how you two never got kicked out of the center for being so noisy.

“Busy studying?”

The two of you were in the middle throwing crumpled up wads of Bambam’s failed assignments at each other when Jinyoung approached your table. He seemed exhausted—well, more tired than usual—with slight dark circles apparent under his eyes.

“Oh, hi Hyung,” Bambam greeted as he caught the last wad you aimed his way. “What are you doing here?”

“Had to study for an o-chem quiz tomorrow,” Jinyoung replied, narrowing his eyes skeptically at the both of you. “I’d ask what work you had to do, but it looks like you’re not getting much done...”

“Well, I would be studying but Bambam here keeps distracting me,” you interjected. Bambam scoffed, eliciting another dirty look from you ordering him to be quiet. “Are you heading back to your dorm already?”

Jinyoung nodded as he stifled back a yawn. “I still need to work on a math assignment but if I stay here any longer, my brain’s going to explode.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Jinyoung shook his head. “You wanna grab dinner?” It took everything within you to stop yourself from kicking Bambam under the table as he was visibly trying not to laugh.

Jinyoung looked conflicted. “But...that’s money.”

“Oh come on, you just got paid. I bet you don’t even have food at home. And you’re always cranky and can’t get anything done when you don’t eat.”

He gave a resigned sigh. “Where were you thinking?”

“Ramen?”

“But that’s so far! I’m not about to walk all the way over there!”

You scrunched up your face cutely, earning an eye roll from Bambam. “Pleeeease...”

Jinyoung sighed again. “Fine, but only if you stop doing that. And we’re taking the bus, I don’t want to walk up the hill.”

“But it’s only a seven minute walk!”

He smirked and shrugged, pretending to leave you. “Fine, I’ll just go home...”

“No wait, we can bus!” You scurried to pack up your things, almost afraid that Jinyoung would actually leave you if you took too long. Putting on your backpack, you were finally ready to head out. “Okay let’s go.”

“See you tomorrow, Bam.” Jinyoung waved his younger friend off.

“Bye Hyung, bye Noona.” Bambam just shook his head at you as you mouthed “mutual understanding” to him before you left. He laughed to himself and went back to studying (for real this time) as you walked off with Jinyoung, linking your arm through his.

“Let go of me, you’re so clingy.”

“But it’s cold outside!”

——

After dinner, you and Jinyoung headed back to his room to study some more. He was slumped over notes on his bed while you took over his desk. Unable to focus, you looked back to see Jinyoung engrossed in a problem. You sighed to yourself and attempted to get back to your paper, but you were at a complete standstill. Your paper wasn’t even due until next week. You had already finished all of the immediate work you needed to do, but you were supposed to be there to study.

You and Jinyoung hasn’t spoken in over an hour. Dinner was almost as quiet, as the both of you had been too busy gorging yourselves to speak much. Now that he was in the zone, the rest of the world seemed to disappear—he wasn’t going to talk to anyone unless they got his attention first.

“Look at this shirt!” You ran to sit next to him on his bed and showed him a dress shirt that popped up on your feed. “Ooh if I get this for your birthday, will you wear it? It would match you!”

He gave you a funny look before returning to the problem he was doing on the white board over his bed.

“Why do you keep trying to change me?” Jinyoung asked teasingly, not looking up from the board.

“I’m not changing you, I’m just enhancing your style,” you rebuttled, making yourself comfortable against his headboard. “You know how much I like dressing my guy friends. I’m tryna get y’all from a nine to a ten.”

Jinyoung just shook his head and rolled his eyes at you.

“You need to get a boyfriend.”

You nearly choked on your own spit hearing his words. Jinyoung had a tendency to stay quiet but get in a simple yet biting side comment that left everyone speechless.

“Why would you say that?” You tried to sound nonchalant but if Jinyoung was looking at you, he would’ve seen your face heating up.

“You keep trying to dress me like those singers you think are sooo cute. You basically want me to look like Bambam.”

“He does have the best fashion sense out of all of you guys,” you pointed out. “And you always wear that jean jacket I picked out for you.”

Jinyoung sneered to himself. “You got me there.”

“I just have an eye for fashion, and it brings me joy to share this gift with my friends.”

He finally looked away from the board, giving you the attention you’d been waiting for, only to say,

“Use that gift to dress your boyfriend, I’m not your boyfriend.”

He went back to his problem after that, unaware of your resigned stare.

“Right,” you agreed under your breath dejectedly. “You’re not.”

“What are you even doing here? Don’t think I don’t see you, you’re not doing anything school-related.”

“Just wanted to hang...”

Jinyoung groaned a little. “I don’t have time to hang out. I have way too many deadlines I need to meet and with all these annoyances and distractions, I’m just barely meeting them.”

Suddenly, you felt an aching sensation in your chest.

“Annoyances?”

“Yeah, I keep getting distracted so I can never get anything done when I want to.”

“Oh.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Not knowing what else to say and seeing as Jinyoung was back in work mode, you took the resumed silence as your cue to leave. You slowly got off his bed and started to pack up your things. As expected, Jinyoung paid you no mind through your motions.

You hesitated by his doorway, sparing him another glance before you left. “Well, good night...”

“Yup, see ya.”

He didn’t look up once.

Doubts flowed through your head as you walked back to your place. Did Jinyoung really think of you as an annoyance? Sure, you could be loud and overbearing but he never seemed to mind. You always thought of it as your thing—Jinyoung was the quiet and sensible one while you were the loud and energetic one. Even though you were different, people would say that you two completed one another.

But maybe you had it all wrong. Maybe you were reading into things and it was all in your head. Maybe you weren’t as close as you thought and Jinyoung was just too nice to say anything before. Maybe he had had enough of just tolerating you.

In the midst of all these maybe’s, one thing was for sure—there was no mutual understanding.

When you were finally home and got ready for bed, you began to spiral. What if everyone else felt this way too?

Annoyance.

Distraction.

Jinyoung hadn’t lashed out when he said these things. It didn’t seem like school was stressing him out enough to be agitated towards others, but it was the other way around.

You were stressing him out enough to be agitated towards school.

So as you got into bed, your heart as heavy as your eyelids, you vowed to be quieter and unintrusive. Doing well in school was very important to Jinyoung—it made him happy. If a lack of distractions and annoyances was what he needed to succeed, you were going to give him just that.

——

Jinyoung was having a great day.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he walked out of his bio class with the test setting the class curve in his hands. After being bombarded the last two weeks with test after test, assignment after assignment, he was finally catching a break. And with his only class the next day being canceled, Jinyoung was left with a three-day weekend. It was as if the gods were looking out for him.

Jinyoung wanted to celebrate, and there was one person he wanted to celebrate with.

“Bambam!” The younger boy was napping on one of the couches in the middle of the student center, his books and laptop set out on the table but none of them open. He immediately sat up when he heard his name.

“Oh, Hyung, what’s up?” Bambam stifled back a yawn and opened up one of his textbooks.

“I see your working hard as usual,” Jinyoung chuckled. He didn’t know how Bambam hadn’t been kicked out of school yet, the kid was never seen going to any of his classes. “I was wondering, have you seen—”

“Noona?” Bambam finished as he rubbed his eyes. “No, I haven’t. She isn’t with you?”

Jinyoug shook his head. “I thought she’d be with you.”

Bambam blinked a few times, giving Jinyoung a perplexed expression. “Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen or heard from her in a while.”

Jinyoung frowned. “You mean she hasn’t reached out to you or anything?”

“Usually she just finds me here after class, but I’ve been here and I haven’t seen her come through.”

“Interesting...”

“Why are you looking for Noona? Usually she’s the one looking for you,” Bambam inquired, not even trying to hide the smirk on his lips.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what his friend was getting at. He only pretended not to hear, but Jinyoung knew exactly what your friends were saying about the two of you. “Knock it off. I just finally had some free time and some money, and was going to ask her if she wanted to grab food.”

“I can grab food with you, Hyung! I don’t have any work to do.”

“I’ll pass,” Jinyoung joked. “But you won’t if you don’t actually do your work.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m doing just okay in my classes...”

As he left Bambam and got out his phone to message you, Jinyoung hit a startling realization: he had never actually messaged you before.

He was never one to reach out to anyone ever actually. If he was hanging out with someone, it was because they had reached out to him first.

Jinyoung scrolled up on his phone to see that the previous conversations had always started with you.

“Omg you need to watch this video, this is sooo YOU.”

“Dude, I’m starving! Have you eaten yet?”

“Can I come over? My roommates are being too noisy and I NEED to get this assignment in before midnight!”

He felt something strange in the pit of his stomach when he noticed his responses.

“I don’t get it.”

“Yes.”

“I guess.”

Not thinking too much about it, he reached out to you.

“Hey! What are you up to?”

Only five minutes had passed and he was already marching to your dorm. He had expected to get a response back from you within seconds.

But going to your dorm was a bust as well, as one of your roommates had answered the door instead of you.

“She’s always the first one to leave and doesn’t come back until really late. Even then, she doesn’t really explain where she’s been.”

He texted all of your mutual friends as well, but none of them had heard from you either. Jinyoung felt himself begin to panic as he roamed the halls of the university where you might have been. It was so unlike you to be so elusive. You hadn’t posted anything to your story, you weren’t seen on anyone else’s story either, and you’d been offline on social media for hours. Used to you initiating something with him every day, for once, Jinyoung found you inaccessible.

It was when he grew hungry from searching for you that he noticed a backpack with a familiar keychain on the ground next to a secluded booth in a corner of the dining hall. A wave of relief hitting him, Jinyoung made his way over.

“Hey stranger.”

“Oh! Jinyoung...hi...” The person you least expected to see that day was sliding into the seat across from you, a rare relaxed smile gracing his features. You immediately straightened yourself out, fixing your hair absentmindedly. “H-how are you?”

He smirked and gave you an incredulous look. “I’m okay, but how are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Yeah well, I’m just, um, getting some work done. Got a paper due in anthro.”

“I see...”

“Yeah.”

His eyes scanned your expression, attempting to make sense of you as you pursed your lips into a thin polite smile shortly before seemingly going back to whatever you were typing.

“Hey...” You froze as Jinyoung placed his hand over yours. You gazed up at him, not recognizing the look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed in...worry? “How are you really doing?”

You let out an awkward laugh. “What do you mean? I’m fine.” You plastered the best reassuring smile you could muster on your face, but Jinyoung looked at you doubtfully in return.

“No, something’s wrong. I’ve asked around and no one has heard from you in a while. I even talked to your roommate earlier, and they don’t even know where you go all day.”

You stared back at Jinyoung in awe. “You were looking for me?”

He nodded. “It isn’t like you to avoid people like that. You’re usually the life of the party. Now could you please tell me what’s going on? And don’t try to lie to me, I can tell when you’re lying. You’re awful at it.” He tried to play off the last part as a joke but you were far from laughing.

You looked down ashamedly, chewing on your lip as you wracked your brain for the words to say.

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

At first, Jinyoung began to laugh at your words but he immediately stopped when he caught your distraught expression. Actually, now that he was taking a good look at you, he noticed something was different about you. You seemed smaller, shyer. Your voice when you spoke was uncharacteristically softer and so careful. The usual sparkle in your eyes when you were excitedly telling him about something that happened to you that day was gone, replaced by a dullness. A sadness. You weren’t yourself.

Jinyoung frowned at this, worry settling on his handsome face once again.

“What do you mean by that?”

You sighed, wishing for the ground to suck you up completely and saving you from this embarrassment.

“That one time we were studying together and you said you didn’t have time to hang out because you already didn’t have enough time to do your work with all the distractions and annoyances. I felt...I felt bad for annoying you all the time so I stopped so you could get your work done.”

“Hey...you were never being annoy—”

“Jinyoung, this friendship isn’t reciprocal.”

His eyes widened, his mouth slowly opening and closing in an attempt to respond, but it was clear he was at a loss for words. Jinyoung grimaced to himself as your eyes gazed sadly into his.

“I realized that I was always the one reaching out to you. Even though we spend a lot of time together, I don’t know, I just feel like I’m always happy to be with you but you’re just being nice and tolerating me. I know being at the top of your class is important to you, so just let me know and I’ll just stop...annoying you.”

It was quiet for a moment, and you were ready to pack your things and excuse yourself so you could cry in the privacy of your dorm room, before Jinyoung got up and slid into the booth so he was now sitting next to you. He silently wrapped his arms around your shoulders (as he did in rare signs of affection) before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“What—what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” Jinyoung said, placing his chin on top of your head and holding you in his arms. “I’m sorry I’ve been crap to you. I’ve never thought you were an annoyance. I just meant all these unnecessary things I have to deal with that get in the way of my work. Like Bambam making me talk to our ethics professor for him so she’ll give him an extension on an assignment that he had plenty of time to do. Very annoying.”

You pretended to struggle out of his grasp in an effort to seem like you weren’t enjoying the sudden affection. “...But you’re saying I’m a distraction?”

“Of course,” he replied simply as he smirked into your hair. “How am I supposed to get any work done when you’re sitting all pretty at my desk pretending to work?”

“Jinyoung!” There he went again, another uncharacteristic comment that left you speechless. Your feeble hits against his chest only made him hold you even tighter.

“But really though, I’m sorry for making you feel this way.” Jinyoung gazed down at you, sighing with relief when he caught the glimmer in your eye. “I just always assumed we had this mutual understanding.”

You scoffed a bit. “Really feels more like a misunderstanding.”

You could feel his chest rumble as he chuckled to himself. “Despite you always trying to give me fashion advice, you never try to change who I am like everyone else does, even though we’re so different. And I do always appreciate you spending time with me, even if we’re just sitting in silence.”

Your face scrunched, trying to hide the fond from your expression. “It’s weird when you’re being nice to me.”

“You might just be rubbing off on me,” he replied, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “But do you know why no one ever reaches out to you asking to hang out?”

“Why’s that?”

“Because they always assume you’re already hanging out with me, your boyfriend.”

You hit Jinyoung in the bicep this time, but once again, it only elicited a laugh from him.

“Says the guy who tells me to get a boyfriend so I can stop picking out shirts for him!

“Why would you need to pick out a shirt for a boyfriend when you have me? Just focus on me.”

“Let go of my arm Jinyoung, you’re so clingy!”

“But it’s cold outside!”

——

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