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Sunday 21st April
What a weekend 🥴
Yesterday was Matt's birthday so I made him breakfast in bed and we went for a lovely walk with Maggie, saw all her friends, had a great time 🥰
I went out and did a big grocery shop for my sister bc she said she had been really struggling with money lately as she's between jobs and will miss April pay cutoff at her new job so won't get paid until the end of May. She's also getting evicted from her house bc she's unable to get a mortgage to buy it, so the landlord is just giving it to her daughter instead which is shitty. So she's having a really tough time so I went and bought her just a load of food she can make meals with and stuff bc she said she had been sending the kids up to their dad's house for dinner bc she didn't have enough food in. Which fucking sucks. So got all that, finished off Matt's birthday cake - coffee & walnut, his fave. And then started on my nephew's cake! Which annoyingly I forgot to take a pic of when it was finished 😭
Matt's birthday card and mug from Maggie arrived
It has a photo from the day we got her, one of the funniest moments of her life when she got stuck between the sofa cushions, and one of them together on the side of a mountain and it says Best Dog Dad. He usually hates stuff like that but he loves it 🤭
Cleaned up the kitchen about 3 times after all the baking, realised it was 5pm and I had 30 mins to get ready, and we went out with Matt's family for dinner. We went to a Vietnamese place and it was so good. His parents were difficult as always but they left after food and we stayed out for a few drinks with his brothers and we had a fun night. He was really happy to have everyone together ❤️
Came home a little tipsy I think around midnight, got up early again this morning to walk Maggie so Matt could have a lie in. Thank god though, he woke up not long after me and offered to do the walk so I did all the housework that didn't get done all week. The house is finally sort of back to normal so I felt much better. Finished off my nephew's cake, and went over to my sister's to see him. We just had a few of his friends round and all the adults sat having a couple of drinks and eating snacks. It was lovely! I was so nervous to give my sister all the food but she took it really well, I tried to frame it as a working from home hamper bc her new job is full time WFH and I said in my experience you realise how fucking hungry you are when you're not out at work distracted by other stuff, but she didn't see all the meat, tins, fruit and veg in the bottoms of the bags so I really hope she isn't offended when she does. I know she's way too proud to ask anyone to help but it's not fair that she has to sacrifice having dinner with her kids. So I wrote her a little card and explained that I know she'd do the same for me. Haven't heard from her yet but she was super happy when I brought the stuff into her garage. Drove home feeling pretty icky (again! Wtf is going on with my body), I was shivering I was so cold and had the heaters blasting in my face the whole drive home and had an awful headache despite chugging water all afternoon. Curled up in my pjs when I got home, had a cup of tea and felt much better. Currently in a hot bath, ready for an early night. Think I'm just run down tbh, it's been a crazy busy few weeks.
Oh also! I got The Photo for the wedding thank you cards! Finally the sun was out and she was smiling and the crown stayed on her head for more than half a second 🙌
So I can order those this week!!
Hope everyone had a lovely weekend 🥰🥰
#personal#needless to say i didnt manage to work out this weekend lol#family#birthdays#cake#baking#Maggie#nic's wedding#personal fitblr
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Bane x OC
Part 1 enjoy
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(Y/n) had known Bruce Wayne since the day she was born. Her parents held her close in the pink baby blanket as Martha Wayne and her son Bruce strolled into the large hospital room. Martha had a large pink bag in her hands while Bruce hung onto the bundle of balloons tightly. "There she is, Bruce!" Martha Wayne beams at the newborn in her friend's arms. "She's so small," Bruce says as he stands on his tiptoes to see Lily. "May I hold her?" Bruce's eyes grew as he stared at the newborn. He smiles at her in his arms. His heart grew in size to make room for this new life. "If I can't have a sister, then I'm claiming you." The adults laughed at the 3-year-old. Bruce rang true to his word. The two of them are inseparable. At one particular gathering, Bruce was holding the child’s finger, as she took large steps, only learning to walk a month ago. "Careful, (y/n)." He warns as the two children maneuver through the crowd. Martha beams as she watches her son be so caring for the toddler. "He's a better nanny than the one we have."
Year after year (y/n) grew and Bruce was there every step of the way. He was at every dance recital, school play, and spelling bee, he even promised to be her escort to her formal.
(Y/n) parents had such an impression on the city of Gotham. For a while, it held. Her parents were really in love and he was a great father. There are several memories where (y/n) can recall where her father had been caring. However, it seems things always turn rotten in the city of Gotham.
Lily Richards noticed a shift in their family dynamics when she came home from school one day. The young lady waltzed into the kitchen only to stop in her tracks. Frozen in fear. "You say one more thing and I'll-" her father seethed at her mother, holding her by the hair. He had only stopped when their daughter appeared. If the empty bottles of whiskey weren't enough of a clue, his breath was a dead giveaway. He had made drinking a habit and it had now taken a toll on the once proud man. "Mom?" (Y/n) stared into her mother's eyes, tears threatening to spill. "Go to your fucking room." Her father demanded, slurring his words. Her mother nodded quickly. Lily ran up to her room and locked the door. She was terrified. All she could hear was her father's screaming insults and lies. Glass crashed on the floor and her mothers wept loudly.
(Y/n) prayed every time it occurred that it would be the last time, but it never was. Her father kept drinking and abusing her mother. For years her mother had to endure the pain. Nothing in the world made (y/n) more angry than her father. Just the sight of the man would make her bones shake with fury. Her mother deserved better.
On the night of her 21st birthday, Bruce was kind enough to host a party for her. "All smiles! It's the Princess's birthday!" Bruce yells as (y/n) blows out the candles on the large cake. It was a wonderful, lavish party. "Only the best for (y/n)," Bruce said time and time again.
"You didn't need to do this, Bruce. You know I would've been happy with a cupcake at midnight." "oh I know, but this is 21. I had to do something big. Plus I had to give you one big memory before I leave." (Y/n) furrows her brow at her friend. "Leave? Where are you going?" Bruce stays silent for a moment. She had known his internal battle. He struggled with Gotham. When his parents were murdered, she was the one who was able to make him smile. Only a mere 5 years old but (y/n) was able to comfort Bruce.
"You know I have to go." "I thought you were joking about this whole thing. Bruce, you can't leave." He shakes his head, "I made my decision, (y/n). I have to. I have to find some type of assurance." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him, her oldest friend. "Promise me you'll be careful." Bruce hums with a smile. "You know better than that."
Alfred drives (y/n) home that night. "Say hello to your parents for me, Miss (y/n), and a very happy birthday." Before (y/n) closes the door she smiles at Alfred lovingly. He had always been such a caring person. "Thank you, Alfred." (Y/n) opens the door to the large mansion. Stepping a foot inside the parlor, she could smell the blood. "You... fucking... bitch... I know... YOU TOOK THEM!" Her father slams his fist down upon his wife's face. Her unmoving body lay on the ground under him. (Y/n) felt the familiar rage consume her. She ran over to her father, pushing him off of her mother. "Oh my god." (Y/n) covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. "What did you do?" Her mother's face was beaten to oblivion. She lay on the floor completely unrecognizable. "She took them. I know she fucking did." She looked at her father. His eyes were wide and bloodshot and his mouth was drooling. He was clearly on another drug binge. He points his finger at his daughter, his limbs shaking. "You." He starts to crawl towards her. "You took them. DIDN'T YOU?"
(Y/n) was shaking in fear. Her father had just beaten her mother to death, and now he was after her. "What? No, I don't know what-" he pounced at her, dragging her ankles towards him. "WHERE'D YOU PUT THEM?" He sneered at her with rage. (Y/n) was crying, and screaming. Surely the neighbors could hear. Her father slapped her across the face once, and then again, he started pounding on her, just like he did to her mother moments ago. In a moment of freedom, (y/n) was able to grasp an object. One of the many on the floor. A large glass award her father had been bestowed upon. The most respected man of the year. Oh, the irony.
She whacked him on the side of the head causing him to roll off of her. She got to her knees and brought the heavy glass award down upon his head again. She couldn't stop. Screaming as she brought it down again, his head now mush, much like her mother's face.
Something in her broke. The final bit of innocence she had was separated from her soul as she saved herself. Darkness was taking over her heart, mind, and soul.
"GCPD! Stop right now!" (Y/n) turned around. The blinding light being shined in her eyes brought her back. Her arms dropped to her sides. Everything was in slow motion, two officers charged at her, pulling her arms behind her back and into cuffs. They hauled her into the GCPD. She was a sight for sure. Her face was wet with tears, streaks of makeup down her cheeks, her hands coated in the blood of her father, and surprisingly a soft grin on her face.
(Y/n) (L/n) was the talk of Gotham. The trail ran on for months. Lawyers fought for (y/n), Alfred Pennyworth even taking the stand to defend Lily's character. He claimed Bruce Wayne would do the same if he were here. However, with the impact her father had in the city, and the caring friendships her mother shared, (y/n) didn't stand a chance. She was viewed as the villain.
(Y/n) was sentenced for her mother and father's murder. Gotham claimed she was pure evil. Locking her up in the woman's correctional facility. There she remained for 7 years. Until her good friend came back to town.
"(Y/n)! Get your shit! You're going home." She sat up quickly, almost not believing what she heard. "Well, looks like it's your lucky day." Her cellmate, Selina Kyle hummed from the top bunk. "Stay out of trouble, Selina." Selina winked as the bars closed between the two.
The large gate opens revealing none other than Bruce Wayne. "What are you doing here?" She runs into his outstretched arms. "Well, when I found out you were in prison I figured I'd sign off on some things. You're on house arrest by the way. Only six months." Bruce dangles the ankle bracelet in front of her. "You don't... believe it?" Bruce opened her car door. "Not a word of it. Neither does Alfred. He knew what your father was like behind closed doors, (y/n). It's time for you to have the life you deserve."
Even if she was accused of her parent's murders she was still the holder of all of the assets when they passed. The house, the money, it was all hers. (Y/n) was determined to get a job. Even if she didn’t need the money, she wanted to be a regular citizen of Gotham. It was difficult to even find somewhere to hire her. Any large company in the city wouldn't dare allow her on. She was the crazy rich girl who killed her parents! It was an answered prayer that a tiny coffee shop hired her no questions asked! It took time, but Gotham gossip became too large to hang onto the tale of that murderous brat, (y/n). Gotham having dealt with people like Johnathan Crane and The Joker made her small tale look insignificant.
John Blake came one morning to get a coffee. Blake had recognized (y/n). Yet he didn't shy away. He found her beautiful and her fierce personality addictive. He had always been a caring individual. He could help heal the rest of her if he tried. If she would let him.
"Me?" She looked dumbfounded when the young police officer asked her on a date. "Yeah. I was thinking 8 o'clock?" "Um, sure." She couldn't hide the smile that crept upon her face.
It was at this time her dear friend, Bruce Wayne had revealed himself as the masked hero Batman. "You're joking!" She punches his chest. "You're not him." He stays silent, only staring at her with a smirk. "Seriously?" Bruce stands, and walks to the piano, hitting three different notes before entering a hidden path behind the bookcase. "Holy smokes, Batman."
Rachel and Harvey were abducted and placed into two separate locations. Bruce wasn't able to save Rachel. That killed him. He not only felt responsible, but he lost the woman he loved. Batman took the fall for the murder of Harvey Dent. Bruce then retired and locked himself in the west wing, and hasn't spoken to (y/n) since. That was 8 years ago.
#bane#dark knight#batman#batman bane#Tom hardy#bane imagine#batman universe#dc comics#bane x reader#bane fanfic
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My weekend vlog from this past long weekend.
We did quite a bit. I worked M,T,W and then Thursday I took the day off to get ready for our military ball. I ran out of time to do most of the stuff I had planned for Thursday but I tried my best to do my own hair and make up and was slightly..a little successful..people told me my dress was pretty. I felt pretty. Theres a strong drinking culture at these balls so I maybe partaked a little too much and felt awful the next morning but overall I think we had fun. Husband had helped organize the thing so there were some technical malfunctions that disappointed him a bit.
But then we packed up and drove to the Phoenix area to spend Easter with his family. He can't recount the last time he ever had Easter with them and they don't really celebrate it anyway but it was good. Had a lot of food. Did some small amounts of shopping. I didn't actually buy anything but they had lots of little cute stores at whatever mall we went to. I kind of regret not buying some stuff but I'm pretty good at talking myself out of buying things if others are watching me.
My MiL also made me a bajillion scrub hats with the amount of fabric I sent her. I will have to try and get a better photo of them later because I forgot. I took video but forgot to get a photo.
Now that I've cleaned up my art space though and can see all my paints in front of me I have a strong urge to paint something. I have to go back to work the rest of the week though (although I'm secretly trying to decide if I feel good or not or if I'm just being paranoid).
Our next trip is next month. We are going to Vegas for my husbands youngest sisters 21st birthday. She is going skydiving..I will not be but I am trying to shop for some cute-ish summer clothes to wear.
#artblog#artvlog#scrubhats#militaryball#armywife#milspouse#scrubs#registerednurse#artsupplies#organizing#artstudio#Youtube
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Always Wanted to Be |1| Sons of Anarchy
“Are you coming home for Christmas?” Donna Winston asked her sister-in-law who was in Tacoma attending college as a law student. “I don’t know D, wouldn’t it be awkward with Tara being around?”
“No, Jax is mourning you being gone. He hasn't done anything with Tara or Wendy.”
“According to who? Tig? You know he never tells the truth.”
“No sweetie, from your brother and you know that he never lies especially about you.”
Ryder looked at the framed picture of her, Jax, Opie, and Donna that was on her desk and sighed.
“We know you are homesick, just come home. You and I can watch Home Alone with an obscene amount of chocolate. And we can get those red flannel pajamas that Jax and Opie tease us about.”
Ryder laughed, cringing when it rang through the near-empty dorm suite. All of her roommates had gone home for the holidays and she was the only one left.
“I will come home. But don’t tell anyone.” She could hear her older brother Opie’s laughter in the background and she flushed.
“I mean it Op! Not a word to Jax.”
She already knew that once she was home, he was going to start the hard press, telling her again that Tara meant nothing to him and that she was the only one that meant anything to him. And deep down she knew that she wanted to forgive him, but she wasn’t ready, she didn’t want to get heartbroken again.
It happened way too many times since they had been together. She tended to place all the blame on Tara, that she was the homewrecker that destroyed Jax’s relationships with other women.
Mostly with Ryder. From day one when they met in Tara’s sophomore year, she didn’t like Ryder, they fought like cats and dogs. And fought like two cats in year-long fights. It had only turned physical one time. That was the last event that pushed her over the edge and she decided to go to Tacoma for school.
It was far enough for her to be distant but close enough for her to go home in case of emergency. And with the club, there were constant emergencies. And then there was Mother Gemma and she put a whole bunch more stress and drama on any relationships her son had, including the one that she pushed for with Ryder.
“Not a word.” Opie promised, “Drive safe.”
Ryder laughed at his comment, she couldn’t help it. She had a heavy foot and ended up getting pulled over more often or not. And had destroyed one cage driving home from a party.
“I will try. I will see you guys tomorrow afternoon.”
***
The next afternoon 12/23
***
“Is that my girl?” Piney asked, coming out of the house and seeing his daughter’s jeep parked behind his Cadillac.
“Yes, dad.” Ryder grinned as she heaved her backpack onto her shoulder. “Let me guess, Opie’s idea?”
“No, Donna’s. But Opie was in the background listening.” Piney nodded his head, he was glad that Ryder was home and that she wasn’t rushing to the Teller’s house to see Jax.
Don’t get him wrong he loved Jax and he wanted to have him as his son-in-law, he didn’t like seeing Ryder hurt. And she had been hurt way too much.
First by Mary, then by David Hale then by Jax. He wanted to protect her from any more hurt.
“I was going to send Opie up and get you if you didn’t come down on your own. Gemma is pissed that you missed Thanksgiving. And even more, so that Jax went up there to you.”
Ryder shrugged her shoulders, “When isn’t she pissed?”
Piney laughed and took the backpack from her.
“Let’s go inside.” Ryder grinned, she knew that there was going to be a bottle of tequila and straws waiting for them.
The last few months at school because she was days shy of her 21st birthday, she wasn’t able to drink, her roommates would have frowned upon her drinking, especially Samantha, the girl was from a small country town and the daughter of a pastor frowned heavily on the fact that Ryder’s parents were divorced and that she had stayed with her father.
And was associated with the outlaw club, Samantha put that together on her own after seeing the pictures that lined Ryder’s room and desk and seeing her wear the big baggy shirts with the logo across the chest that she wore to bed.
“What’s going on in that head kid?” Piney asked once they were inside.
“It’s a long story, Pop.”
“We got time girl.” He leaned over and pulled a straw out of the pile of papers that littered the coffee table and handed it to her, before handing her a bottle of tequila.
**
Jax Teller wasn’t in a good mood once again and hadn’t been since Ryder got up and left for school. And he knew it was all his fault, a majority of the time, he owned up to it.
And the rest of the time he blamed Ryder for leaving and blamed Tara for throwing herself at him numerous times. And blamed Wendy for the drugs.
Today was one of those days where Jax was beating himself about it. He had the small velvet box that carried the engagement ring that he had gotten Ryder in his kutte pocket, burning an angry hole in the leather. He had been tempted the night before to get on his bike and go to Tacoma and bring Ryder home.
Where she belonged. But his mother stopped him.
And for once Opie felt bad for his friend and was willing to risk the wrath of his little sister.
“Look don’t tell anyone I told you this, but Ryder is at Pops’ house.”
“She is here?” Opie nodded his head, “She got here a couple of hours ago.’
Jax dropped the wrench that was in his hand, “Why didn’t she tell me?” He called her several times last night and she didn’t answer the phone, in fact, the third time he called she sent it to voicemail and then he just stopped.
“She made me promise not to tell you, she is really hurt by what happened with Tara. And with Wendy.” Jax didn’t say anything as he threw the grease rag on top of the toolbox and went over to his bike.
His first and only concern at this point was seeing Ryder.
**
Hearing the bike pull into the driveway, Ryder put down her textbook and went to the door. Stumbling slightly from the tequila. Her father laughed from his spot on the couch. She had poured her heart out to him about the issues and the loneliness and then they proceeded to drink over half of the bottle of tequila.
“Jackson, what are you doing here?”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming home?’ He asked his own question.
“Because I wanted to avoid this.” She returned, “I didn’t want to face those feelings.”
“What feelings?” He was now standing in front of her after taking long strides to the porch.
“The anger, the hurt, the want to come home and forgive you.” She answered, “The need to beat the shit out of Tara and of Wendy. All of it.”
Taking steps forward he pulled her into him holding her close. His anger and hurt settled once she was close to him.
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I am sorry.” He said softly.
“Honestly Jax, I don’t think I believe it. You cheated on Tara with me and you cheated on me with her. And don’t get me started on Wendy.” Her voice was muffled by the material of his t-shirt, she had wanted to push away from him and yell and curse at him. Like she had wanted to for weeks but she couldn’t. The fight had left her body once he had pulled her into his arms.
He licked his lips before growing more serious, “I slept with her to make sure the feelings I had for her were gone and the feelings I have for you were true. What Tara and I had was puppy love. And Wendy, there are no feelings there whatsoever.”
His hand tangled into Ryder’s curly red hair, “I am in love with you. You are the only one that I could see being my old lady.”
She was silent for so long, he didn’t think she would actually answer.
“I love you too, Jax. I just don’t want to look like a fool again.”
This was the first time that he had ever said he loved her first. It surprised her, usually, it was her saying it.
“And you won’t.” Ryder closed her eyes and counted to 10 before sighing and giving in, “Okay.”
***
The next day- 12/24- Ryder’s 21st birthday
Ryder was woken up in the middle of the night by Jax pressing kisses to her lips, jaw, and neck.
“Mhmm, why are you waking me up?” She muttered against his mouth.
“Happy birthday.” He returned, causing her to giggle and kick her legs, moving the sheet and blankets off of their lower bodies. He laughed and pressed another kiss to her mouth, “I do have something for you.”
“Oh?” He nodded his head before going to where his kutte was laying haphazardly on her desk chair.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows pulling the sheet back up to cover her naked body.
He pulled out the small velvet box and went back over to the bed. “What?” She questioned when she realized he was staring at her. He shook his head, “Nothin’.” He returned before going over to the bed and handing her the box. “What’s this?” Ryder asked as she sat up fully, clutching the sheet to her chest. “Open it and find out darlin’.” Giving him a look she opened the box before gasping and dropping it onto her lap.
Tacoma, Washington
“Are you coming home for Christmas?” Donna Winston asked her sister-in-law who was in Tacoma attending college as a law student. “I don’t know D, wouldn’t it be awkward with Tara being around?”
“No, Jax is mourning you being gone. He hasn't done anything with Tara or Wendy.”
“According to who? Tig? You know he never tells the truth.”
“No sweetie, from your brother and you know that he never lies especially about you.”
Ryder looked at the framed picture of her, Jax, Opie, and Donna that was on her desk and sighed.
“We know you are homesick, just come home. You and I can watch Home Alone with an obscene amount of chocolate. And we can get those red flannel pajamas that Jax and Opie tease us about.”
Ryder laughed, cringing when it rang through the near-empty dorm suite. All of her roommates had gone home for the holidays and she was the only one left.
“I will come home. But don’t tell anyone.” She could hear her older brother Opie’s laughter in the background and she flushed.
“I mean it Op! Not a word to Jax.”
She already knew that once she was home, he was going to start the hard press, telling her again that Tara meant nothing to him and that she was the only one that meant anything to him. And deep down she knew that she wanted to forgive him, but she wasn’t ready, she didn’t want to get heartbroken again.
It happened way too many times since they had been together. She tended to place all the blame on Tara, that she was the homewrecker that destroyed Jax’s relationships with other women.
Mostly with Ryder. From day one when they met in Tara’s sophomore year, she didn’t like Ryder, they fought like cats and dogs. And fought like two cats in year-long fights. It had only turned physical one time. That was the last event that pushed her over the edge and she decided to go to Tacoma for school.
It was far enough for her to be distant but close enough for her to go home in case of emergency. And with the club, there were constant emergencies. And then there was Mother Gemma and she put a whole bunch more stress and drama on any relationships her son had, including the one that she pushed for with Ryder.
“Not a word.” Opie promised, “Drive safe.”
Ryder laughed at his comment, she couldn’t help it. She had a heavy foot and ended up getting pulled over more often or not. And had destroyed one cage driving home from a party.
“I will try. I will see you guys tomorrow afternoon.”
The next afternoon 12/23
“Is that my girl?” Piney asked, coming out of the house and seeing his daughter’s jeep parked behind his Cadillac.
“Yes, dad.” Ryder grinned as she heaved her backpack onto her shoulder. “Let me guess, Opie’s idea?”
“No, Donna’s. But Opie was in the background listening.” Piney nodded his head, he was glad that Ryder was home and that she wasn’t rushing to the Teller’s house to see Jax.
Don’t get him wrong he loved Jax and he wanted to have him as his son-in-law, he didn’t like seeing Ryder hurt. And she had been hurt way too much.
First by Mary, then by David Hale then by Jax. He wanted to protect her from any more hurt.
“I was going to send Opie up and get you if you didn’t come down on your own. Gemma is pissed that you missed Thanksgiving. And even more, so that Jax went up there to you.”
Ryder shrugged her shoulders, “When isn’t she pissed?”
Piney laughed and took the backpack from her with a lot of effort.
“Let’s go inside.” Ryder grinned, she knew that there was going to be a bottle of tequila and straws waiting for them.
The last few months at school because she was days shy of her 21st birthday, she wasn’t able to drink, her roommates would have frowned upon her drinking, especially Samantha, the girl was from a small country town and the daughter of a pastor frowned heavily on the fact that Ryder’s parents were divorced and that she had stayed with her father.
And was associated with the outlaw club, Samantha put that together on her own after seeing the pictures that lined Ryder’s room and desk and seeing her wear the big baggy shirts with the logo across the chest that she wore to bed.
“What’s going on in that head kid?” Piney asked once they were inside.
“It’s a long story, Pop.”
“We got time girl.” He leaned over and pulled a straw out of the pile of papers that littered the coffee table and handed it to her, before handing her a bottle of tequila.
**
Jax Teller wasn’t in a good mood once again and hadn’t been since Ryder got up and left for school. And he knew it was all his fault, a majority of the time, he owned up to it.
And the rest of the time he blamed Ryder for leaving and blamed Tara for throwing herself at him numerous times. And blamed Wendy for the drugs.
Today was one of those days where Jax was beating himself about it. He had the small velvet box that carried the engagement ring that he had gotten Ryder in his kutte pocket, burning an angry hole in the leather. He had been tempted the night before to get on his bike and go to Tacoma and bring Ryder home.
Where she belonged.
But his mother stopped him, saying they both needed space.
And for once Opie felt bad for his friend and was willing to risk the wrath of his little sister.
“Look don’t tell anyone I told you this, but Ryder is at Pops’ house.”
“She is here?”
Opie nodded his head, “She got here a couple of hours ago.’
Jax dropped the wrench that was in his hand, “Why didn’t she tell me?” He called her several times last night and she didn’t answer the phone, in fact, the third time he called she sent it to voicemail and then he just stopped.
“She made me promise not to tell you, she is really hurt by what happened with Tara. And with Wendy.” Jax didn’t say anything as he threw the grease rag on top of the toolbox and went over to his bike.
His first and only concern at this point was seeing Ryder.
**
Hearing the bike pull into the driveway, Ryder put down her textbook and went to the door. Stumbling slightly from the tequila. Her father laughed from his spot on the couch. She had poured her heart out to him about the issues and the loneliness and then they proceeded to drink over half of the bottle of tequila each.
“Jackson, what are you doing here?”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming home?’ He asked his own question.
“Because I wanted to avoid this.” She returned, “I didn’t want to face those feelings.”
“What feelings?” He was now standing in front of her after taking long strides to the porch.
“The anger, the hurt, the want to come home and forgive you.” She answered, “The need to beat the shit out of Tara and of Wendy. All of it.”
Taking steps forward he pulled her into him holding her close. His anger and hurt settled once she was close to him.
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I am sorry.” He said softly.
“Honestly Jax, I don’t think I believe it. You cheated on Tara with me and you cheated on me with her. And don’t get me started on Wendy.” Her voice was muffled by the material of his t-shirt, she had wanted to push away from him and yell and curse at him. Like she had wanted to for weeks but she couldn’t. The fight had left her body once he had pulled her into his arms.
He licked his lips before growing more serious, “I slept with her to make sure the feelings I had for her were gone and the feelings I have for you were true. What Tara and I had was puppy love. And Wendy, there are no feelings there whatsoever.”
His hand tangled into Ryder’s curly red hair, “I am in love with you. You are the only one that I could see being my old lady.”
She was silent for so long, he didn’t think she would actually answer.
“I love you too, Jax. I just don’t want to look like a fool again.”
This was the first time that he had ever said he loved her first. It surprised her, usually, it was her saying it.
“And you won’t.” Ryder closed her eyes and counted to 10 before sighing and giving in, “Okay.”
The next day- 12/24- Ryder’s 21st birthday
Ryder was woken up in the middle of the night by Jax pressing kisses to her lips, jaw, and neck.
“Mhmm, why are you waking me up?” She muttered against his mouth.
“Happy birthday.” He returned, causing her to giggle and kick her legs, moving the sheet and blankets off of their lower bodies. He laughed and pressed another kiss to her mouth, “I do have something for you.”
“Oh?” He nodded his head before going to where his kutte was laying haphazardly on her desk chair.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows pulling the sheet back up to cover her naked body.
He pulled out the small velvet box and went back over to the bed. “What?” She questioned when she realized he was staring at her. He shook his head, “Nothin’.” He returned before going over to the bed and handing her the box.
“What’s this?” Ryder asked as she sat up fully, clutching the sheet to her chest.
“Open it and find out darlin’.” Giving him a look she opened the box before gasping and dropping it onto her lap.
“You are the only woman that I would want to be my old lady and I figured why not make it official.” Ryder blinked several times before a shy smile formed on her face, “Okay.” Jax kissed her several times before putting the ring on her finger.
She wiggled her finger around watching the diamonds shine, smiling softly.
Despite the anger and hurt that she had, she had always wanted this.
She always wanted to be Mrs. Jackson Teller.
#ash writes#sons of anarchy fan fiction#sons of anarchy imagines#oc: ryder winston#oc: ryder winston teller#series: charming town
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Since it's my 21st birthday I can finally drink. My sister took me to an alcohol store to pick out some little mini bottles to try rather than committing to anything crazy. I grabbed a butterscotch vodka and man is that thing tasty I only put a little on my finger and tried it because I am already feeling a little wiggly brained from a previous 4 sips of a strawberry daiquiri. Not like a terrible amount but like enough to think that I would rather not for now. Tomorrow though that butterscotch vodka is mine. (only will drink some if I drink it all I'll die like actually the drink I had earlier was only 3.2 proof and the vodka is like nearly 50 proof)
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⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️⚠️⚠️ PHOTO OF MY SON ⚠️⚠️⚠️ How can it be 23 years Jack? It only feels like yesterday that you you were born quietly into the delivery room while a thunderstorm raged outside. While another year comes round, I wonder what you would have looked like. Would you be blonde haired liked your brothers and sister. What kind of attitude would you have had? Would you like football or dancing? Chinese or cheese? Would we have gone out for a drink for your 21st? Would you have had children now or gone into university…Did you sacrifice yourself for your sister to be born? All of these questions will never get answered and that’s something I live with every day. Not a day goes past that you’re not thought about. I kiss your box where your ashes are every night and will say goodnight. It’s my way of keeping you alive ❤️ You never said ‘I’m leaving’ You never said ‘goodbye’ You were gone before I knew it And only god knew why A million times I’ve needed you A million times I’ve cried If love alone could’ve saved you You never would have died In life I loved you dearly In death I love you still In my heart you hold a place No-one else could ever fill It broke my heart to lose you But you didn’t go alone Part of me went with you The day god took you home Happy birthday Jack.... Kisses in the wind until we meet again my darling boy. Jack Luke Angel 19.08.99 Love mummy x x https://www.instagram.com/p/ChbfEOOI5t2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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21 History Ancedotes for my 21st Birthday
So today I celebrate my 21st birthday and I have decided to gift you all with 21 of my favourite historical Ancedotes. Some are funny, some are sad and some are plain bizarre but I hope the make your day 💜
Mary Maloney, an Irish-born suffragette in England followed Winston Churchill around while he was campaigning for a seat in Parliament, drowning out everything he said with a very large bell and calls for him to apologise for his comments on women's rights and suffrage movements.
Clodius Pulcher was a well born Roman noble during the last day's of the Republic. He gave up his Patrician status to become Tribune of the Plebs (an office in which one had to be a Pleb) by being adopted by a much younger Plebian man who became his "father". Clodius was a bit of a riot, sneaking into religious festivals dressed like a woman to sleep with Caesar's wife, building a shrine to Liberty in the ruins of the Conservative Cicero, vetoed the last speech of one of the Consuls (who basically did nothing all year and was apparently going to roast Caesar) and burned down the Senate House with his funeral pyre (the Plebs who loved him literally tearing up the furniture to build his pyre). He was honestly the best fun.
When laying on her deathbed, Queen Caroline of Ansbach turned to her husband George II of England and told him he should marry again. George refused to ever wed again... But added he would have mistresses. Caroline said , likely with a roll of her eyes, "oh my god that doesn't matter."
Florence was a pretty cool city in the Renaissance until Savanorola came to town. He disliked the loose living artists that crowded the city, with their naked pagan gods and rampant homosexuality. He expelled them all with help of the French hoping to make Florence Holy Again. When the Borgia Pope excommunicated him and sentenced him to death, one man in the crowd was reported to have said. "thank God, niw we can return to sodomy." One Floretine man in the 1490s said Gay Rights.
So this list couldn't be complete without an entry of the only American politician I love, Alexander Hamilton who was just a walking entity of sass. I could go on about his sharp sarcasm or his disaster bi vibes with John Lauren's but my all time favourite Alexander Hamilton ancedote has to be this exchange with Thomas Jefferson "There are approximately 1010300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly explain how much I want to hit you with a chair."
Caterina Sforza was an Italian noble woman during the Renaissance. She was apart of the powerful Sforza family, which drew many enemies to her. One fateful day at Forli, Caterina's children were snatched as hostages. The besiegers threatened to kill her children if she did not cede the castle. Caterina refused, lifting her skirts and shouted to the besiegers that she had the means to make more children.
Hannibal Lecter's creator Thomas Harris was happy to end his great character's story with the original trilogy. However his publishers forced him to write an unneeded prequel explaining why Hannibal became Hannibal. Thomas Harris agreed lest he lose the rights to his character so he wrote Hannibal Rising, where Hannibal as a young man hunts down the Nazis who ate his sister with a katana.
Nell Gwyn is my favourite mistress of Charles II, mainly because of her sass. Once while trapped in the middle of a riot where Londoners swamped her carriage thinking she was Charles's Catholic mistress. She popped her head out the carriage and told the people "Pray good people be civil. I am the Protestant whore." She also dosed her rival Moll Davis with laxatives in order to free up some of Charles's time and she once flashed her underwear at the French ambassador after asking him why the Franch King did not pay her to spy on Charles because she was with him every night. A true Queen.
Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty of China once rose from his bed to go do some ruling when he realised his lover, Dong Xian was sleeping on his sleeve. Rather than disturb his lover, the Emperor cut his sleeve off at the wrist to leave Dong Xian nap. Nothing has ever been more romantic than that. Y'all could never.
Princess Margaret the sister of current Queen Elizabeth II was a socialable Princess and often tasked to visit the up and coming music stars of the day on behalf of the Crown. When meeting the Beatles one evening, she noticed George Harrison was acting a little odd. When she asked what was the matter, he replied "We arent allowed eat until you go." Princess Margaret laughed and promptly left so the Beatles could get some dinner.
During the Siege of Jadotsville, Irish soldiers under the flag of the UN were attacked and besieged by local insurgents allied with the Katanga Regime. The insurgents numbered thousands while the Irish only had 158 soldiers, all who were lightly armed. They radioed to their allies assuring them that "we will hold out until our last bullet is spent. Could use some whiskey though".
Napoleon was famous for writing raunchy letters to his wife, the Empress Josephine while he was away. She used to reply with really mundane letters or not at all. She really just could not be bothered with him.
Josip Broz Tito was so fed up with Joseph Stalin sending assassins to kill him, he wrote to Stalin personally to say "If you don't stop sending assassins to kill me. I will send one to Moscow and I won't have to send another." It didn't work but Big Dick Energy.
Successful Roman soldiers returning from war often got to march along in parades known as Triumphs. During this, it was customary for them to sing bawdy songs about their commander. One surviving one about Caesar goes like this "Romans, lock up your wives. Here comes the bald adulterous whore. We pissed away your gold in Gaul and come to borrow more."
Matilda, Lady of the English was a woman so badass that history cannot handle her. She was the daughter of Henry I who left his throne to her after the death of her brother. She was away in France when her father died and her throne was snatched by her cousin Stephen. They battled back and forth for years with neither side ceding any ground. Matilda was once besieged in a castle during a snow storm, with Stephen's men all around her. Instead of fighting her way out. She simply donned a white cloak and walked out of the castle. Just walked out without any of Stephen's men seeing her.
Pedro of Portugal once fell in love with a beautiful lady in waiting called Inez de Castro. For years, they lived as man and mistress, popping out a few kinds. Pedro's dad really did not like Inez and wanted Pedro to find a legitimate wife so he had her killed. Pedro returned home to find the mother of his children dead. Pedro went a little crazy. He had all his father's assassins killed, ripping out their hearts as they had done to him. When Pedro ascended the throne, he demanded the Pope legitimize his children by Inez. The Pope not wanting to upset the King, said he couldn't because Inez was never crowned Queen. Pedro dug Inez up and crowned her as Queen, having all the nobility swear loyalty to her corpse. The Pope had no choice but to agree to his request.
A famously clever general once saved an entire city with an ingenious stragety to sit outside the city waiting for the attacking army to come. The attack had come to fast for the city to ready themselves for a Siege so, the general had to move quickly. He evacuated the city and took his place waiting for the army to come. The enemy forces stopped and took one look at him and bolted, thinking he meant to lure them in one of his famous traps.
Michaelangelo was really badly treated by the Vatican when he was painting the Sistine Chapel. He constantly fought with the Popes over the design and his work, which he was paid peanuts for. Michaelangelo got his revenge in his work, painting the gates of Hell behind the Papal Throne and an angel flipping the ol' fig (the Renaissance version of the bird) toward the Pope's chair.
Peter the Great was not a perfect guy. He kept serfdom as a practise in his kingdom, he had his son tortured to death and he could be an unpleasant guy. But Peter was a dreamer. He wanted nothing more to build a fleet for Russia and bring Russia beyond its borders. Peter took a gap year from ruling Russia to wander around Europe. When he stopped in England, he was granted Leicester House to chill in while he did his shipwright studies. It was here that Peter found a new passion. The wheelbarrow. Cue Peter and his new found English buddies drinking in Leicester House, punching the artwork and rolling each other around in barrels across the house's Great gardens.
Diogenes is hands down a walking shit post. He was a great thinker in Greece during the reign of Alexander but a rather dry, sarcastic wit. He lived in a pithos/a jar because he shunned all vanities and values of society. He trolled other philosophers, attending their debates to heckle them and eat loud foods through them. When Alexander the Great came to fan boy over him, saying that if he were not Alexander he would like to be Diogenes to which Diogenes just said "yeah me too, now get out of my sunlight."
Cosimo de Medici was the son of a Floretine banker with a great knowledge and love of art. Cosimo wished for Florence to release its potentially and join the Renaissance. He hired Filippo Brunelleschi to finsh the Great Dome of Santa Maria del Fiore which had láin unfinished for over a century, a symbol of a failure of ambition. The builders had lost the knowledge of creating a dome so large so it remained unfinished. Despite much opposition from the other nobility and denouncers of the Renaissance, Cosimo's dream of the completion of the dome was completed, making it the largest brick dome in creation at that time. There is nothing like achieving your dreams and certainly nothing like leaving a lasting reminder that screams 'I was right and you were wrong' to stand for centuries.
#Instead of doing shots I decided to give you all a gift#History is our greatest gift#And it's filled with dick jokes and idiots#Anyway happy birthday to me#Go forth and enjoy this great gift#history dump#History Ancedotes#History bites: kinda?
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THANK YOU SO MUCH AT EVERYONE WHO IS INTERESTED IN THIS SERIOUSLY YOU CAN'T BELIEVE HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME MY HANDS ARE SHAKING (that's also why it took so long to post this akhdjwjs)
Baiko Omori – Ultimate Lucky Student
"My name is Baiko Omori, I am here as the Ultimate Lucky Student. The pleasure of meeting you is mine, my dear friends! There are actually quite many things that I'm talented at and hopefully, this academy helps me find my 'true Ultimate.'"
Birthday: March 11th (Pisces)
Blood Type: A+
Height: 165cm / 5'4”
Weight: 67kg / 148lbs
Likes: vintage 50s music, street food, grocery shopping
Dislikes: cockroaches, the smell of gasoline, betrayal
Baiko never means harm as he values life over everything else. He is friendly and considerate, always smiling. He offers help where he can, sometimes coming off as intrusive but never does something that would put him at a disadvantage. He has the habit of calling everyone his “dear friend” and is in general, quirky and a little detached from normality. When you're around him, you can't help but feel like there's something off but Baiko is too nice for you to bring that up.
Ei Hagakure – Ultimate Ghost Whisperer
"Name's Ei Hagakure, Ghost Whisperer. Sup? My gramps went to this school back in his days. Sadly didn't inherit his spiritual powers, so guess I'll substitute with a bit of science."
Birthday: April 29th (Taurus)
Blood Type: B+
Height: 177cm / 5'8”
Weight: 57kg / 126lbs
Likes: bad television shows, abandoned buildings, the pizza they have on Wednesday at her university's cafeteria
Dislikes: family fights, doctor's appointments, olives
Ei is a laid-back young scientist that leaves the world of academics in wonder at her more or less successful inventions. Her greatest goal is to prove the existence of ghosts based on scientific findings. Despite Ei's grand ambitions, she is relaxed and calm and just weird enough to get along with almost everybody.
Hideaki Yukiyama – Ultimate Mathematician
"Yukiyama Hideaki, Hideaki Yukiyama, Mathematician and the Ultimate at that! This class looks pretty alright so far. You shitwits seem like the type a smart boy like me can have fun with, hehe."
Birthday: May 2nd (Taurus)
Blood Type: 0+
Height: 156cm / 5'1”
Weight: 62kg / 137lbs
Likes: the feeling of chalk, messy notes, his own laugh
Dislikes: boredom, sitting straight, school uniforms
Contrary to what his talent might lead you to believe, Hideaki is actually a brat. Constantly in the search for mischief and entertainment, he likes to ridicule and annoy others. His genius lies hidden in his complicated speech and spectacular knowledge that he uses to confuse the people around him. All negativity and criticism towards his character simply bounces off him. It is not easy to befriend him as he believes that friends hinder him but deep down, he wishes for someone to get through his irritating personality to know him better.
Ichini – Ultimate Robotics Engineer
"My model's name is 1.2, that's Ichini for you. Ultimate Robotics Engineer. Be prepared to have that weirded-out look wiped off your faces, meatbags! Someday I'll drown this world in chaos and rule humanity with my machines!"
Birthday: August 13th (Leo)
Blood Type: 0-
Height: 210cm / 6'8”
Weight: 132kg / 291lbs
Likes: the smell of electricity, children's' shows, energy drinks
Dislikes: being photographed, asparagus, humanity
Ichini is a mean cyborg that has rejected humanity and all its aspects. Xe thinks xemself superior to everyone around xem because they are still human and will not survive the overthrow of the machines that xe is planning. Despite xir large, armed metal body though, Ichini is all bark, no bite and wishes to be more courageous and confident in xir choices.
Jun Nagao – Ultimate Escapologist
"My name is Jun Nagao, I'm the Ultimate Escapologist. There's nothing much about me, really. Sorry."
Birthday: September 25th (Libra)
Blood Type: AB-
Height: 171cm / 5'6”
Weight: 63kg / 139lbs
Likes: flower bouquets, art from the Romantic era, freshly laundered clothes
Dislikes: skin tight clothing, reading out loud, overcrowded subways
After his face was paralysed in a kidnapping incident, Jun has adopted the perception of him being emotionless and cold. As he usually dismisses others and their feelings, Jun is a loner. Because his talent stems from his continued abductions, he finds it distressing to be enrolled at Hope's Peak Academy but accepts his fate to ensure his own safety.
Kaida Tsutsumi – Ultimate Stock Broker
”Kaida Tsutsumi... Ultimate Stock Broker... That is all.”
Birthday: January 9th (Capricorn)
Blood Type: AB-
Chest: 82cm / 32”
Height: 153cm / 5'0”
Weight: 58kg / 128bs
Likes: coffee, Paganini, listening to the rain while falling asleep
Dislikes: the cold, bitter coffee, wool sweaters
Kaida is a small and timid girl, so shy that it is hard to imagine that she works at the stock market. Kaida is great with numbers and probabilities and rather spends time with diagrams and prices than with people. She only speaks as much as necessary and gives her answers clear and direct. Because of her reluctance to talk about herself, she is mostly seen alone but will get extremely attached to you the moment you show that you acknowledge her. It feels like she holds a secret that she can't reveal.
Kyo Kido – Ultimate Horror Author
"My name's Kyo. Uh, Kyo Kido, that's probably how you know me. I'm the Ultimate Horror Author? I'd offer to give out some autographs but my hands are kinda shaking right now cuz– Wow– Hope's Peak, y'know! So it's gonna look kinda ugly, ahah."
Birthday: November 21st (Scorpio)
Blood Type: 0+
Height: 180cm / 5’9”
Weight: 79kg / 174lbs
Likes: romance novels, romantic comedies, the clacking sound of typewriters
Dislikes: ink stains on his hand, sharp pencils, soup
Kyo is really just a normal teenager with a knack for writing; at least, that's what he believes. Like every other teenager, he is a little awkward and shy and, in contrast to his talent, not at all scary. However, Kyo's books manage to evoke such terror in his readership that it's dubbed and loved as 'Kido's curse'. Kyo is flattered but honestly can't handle the fame.
Maxis von Läuterbach – Ultimate Knight
"My name is Maxis von Läuterbach, wielding the title of the Ultimate Knight. It is not often that you see someone as wondrous as me, so my lieges, I am ever at your service."
Birthday: June 21st (Gemini)
Blood Type: AB-
Height: 182cm / 5'9"
Weight: 75kg / 165lbs
Likes: stained glass windows, historic castles, Belgian pralines
Dislikes: blisters, ignorance, ill-behaved children
Growing up surrounded by ruins of glorious pasts and with the wish to set themself off from their peers, Maxis chose to walk the path backwards and do everything in their power to become a historically accurate knight. Unfortunately, Maxis had miscalculated and noticed that a knight lives to serve, not to be served but there is no turning back now.
Shiori Ishimaru-Owada – Ultimate Team Captain
"I'm Shiori Ishimaru-Owada, proudly bearing the title of the Ultimate Team Captain! I'm excited to get along with y'all! Honestly, I don't really know why I'm at this academy, but as long as I make my Dads proud, I'm probably doing the right thing!"
Birthday: December 14th (Sagittarius)
Blood Type: AB+
Height: 185cm / 6'0”
Weight: 79kg / 174lbs:
Likes: racing games, exercise, cooking
Dislikes: reading, hospital stays, basements
Shiori is an intense and upbeat girl. She is a capable leader with strong beliefs that she defends well and at times, imposes on others without noticing. While not being truly talented at a singular sport, she has tried out many things and has always effortlessly attracted a group of allies around her, no matter where she went. She is kind and motivational and, strange for a teenage girl, very attached to her parents.
Tamae Shiroma – Ultimate Whistleblower
"I'm Tamae Shiroma, Ultimate Whistleblower. Pleasure. Before I get any complaints later: Know who you're talking to, alright?"
Birthday: May 21st (Gemini)
Blood Type: B+
Height: 159cm / 5'2”
Weight: 73kg / 161lbs
Likes: hot baths, spicy food, her sister
Dislikes: reality TV, sugary food, caterpillars
Famous for her small but well-placed leaks, Tamae is the tiny thorn in the side of many politicians. In the shithole that she considers the world, Tamae tries to find the truth as painful as it may be to some. She is wary and never fully trusts anyone, knowing that how dirty people play for their achievements. While talking to her, it always seems like she knows more than you've told her. That is probably true. At the cost of her anonymity, she is attending Hope's Peak where she is promised security. Her talent is her duty, whether she is happy with it or not.
Etsuya Iwata – Ultimate Opera Singer
"My name is but fleeting. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, a song of any other melody would sound as fine. For now, call me Etsuya Iwata, forever I am the Ultimate Opera Singer. Allow me to bring pleasure to your ears, my darlings!"
Birthday: July 9th (Cancer)
Blood Type: B-
Height: 174cm / 5'7”
Weight: 65kg / 143lbs
Likes: being on stage, tea, sightseeing
Dislikes: having to keep secrets, incompetence, boring drama
Etsuya is a charming lad that likes to bathe in the spotlight. He comes from renowned music schools and stages and he is aware the extend of his talent such as his vocal range, performance abilities, musical expertise or the languages he is fluent in. However, Etsuya is not arrogant, he rather aims to make people happy with his performances. It's easy to fall for his appeal and compliments but it's just as easy to notice that he is moody and picky and overall dramatic, and terrible at lying.
Rokuro Nakatani - Ultimate Fraud
"Rokuro Nakatani, sixth son of my generation. This school calls me the Ultimate Fraud yet there's no actual evidence for this claim. I fear they might have given me that title based on my sisters who were arrested for theft and forgery. Well, these are only two of my eight siblings, black sheeps aren't uncommon, right?"
Birthday: April 14th (Aries)
Height: 167cm / 5'6"
Weight: 66kg / 146lbs
Likes: lucky charms, rabbits, looking stylish
Dislikes: noisy places, manual labor, seaweed
Rokuro comes from a family of forgers and grew up in criminal ranks with limited contact to a normal life. He is used to being assessed and given a value and, just like everyone else in his clan, is a perfectionist through and through. His talent, artistic skills and his eye for detail all came naturally to him without much effort. Rokuro is the poster child of his family, earning him prestige and confidence but also pressure and envy from his parents and siblings. Towards others, he is condescending and belittling. Despite his standing in the Nakatani family and with his crafting abilities at hand, Rokuro often wonders if there is a way for him to create something original.
Miyoko Iwata – Ultimate DJ
"Miyoko Iwata, Ultimate DJ! The lil' hodgepodge I'm wearin' on my face isn't actually a laser or sumthin', it just helps me see. So no worries, I don't bite! Or at least, not that often."
Birthday: July 9th (Cancer)
Blood Type: B+
Height: 172cm / 5'6"
Weight: 68kg / 152lbs
Likes: bass, crowds, playing violin
Dislikes: the quiet, being lonely, salty instant meals
Miyoko is a young music producer that is known for her remixes and features and grew her large international fanbase through social media. With how many experiences she has made in so little time, she has matured quickly and developed a sort of maternal protection over those she holds dear. However, that protection often slips into violence. Miyoko lashes out and threatens people, sometimes pulling the knife she carries on her. There seems to be something hidden underneath her visor and neon clothes that Miyoko doesn't wish to talk about. She says that she is looking for something.
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Anni Törn
Anni Törn, 29 years old, was healthy, well educated young woman from Savonlinna. She had always loved writing about her life, so she did it in a form of diaries and her blog. Her blog surrounded a lot around her active lifestyle, and she had plans to compete in figure competitions. She loved to travel and experience different cultures, so she volunteered in Tanzania, where she apparently helped local orphans and visited schools. When she returned to Finland she started to study BBA in Mikkeli, but left to be an au pair in The Hague, Netherlands during the same fall. In 2017 Törn moved to Rovaniemi with her sister, because she started an internship in a local insurance company. After the internship ended, Törn applied for a job from the same company, but this time in Mikkeli. The man who interviewed her was 33 year old Jukka Hyttinen.
In March 2018 Anni got the job and moved to Mikkeli. She did not particularly like moving and living in Mikkeli, but she was satisfied with it since it was very close to her hometown Savonlinna. Törn’s boss was the same man who interviewed her, Hyttinen. They grew close and very soon they started dating. According to Hyttinen, they had good chemistry between them and the relationship moved ahead fast. Very soon they stopped using protection and tried to conceive. Törn’s family liked Hyttinen, even though Törn’s mother was a bit confused because the relationship moved forward so fast. Törn’s family described Hyttinen to be polite person who dressed neatly and was ambitious.
Törn and Hyttinen did not live together immediately, but they had plans on getting a house together where they could build a life. In summer 2018 they carried out with this plan and purchased a house from Mikkeli. During this time Törn also revealed to her family that she was pregnant. According to Törn’s mother, she was happy and thriving. The pregnancy was very happy news for Törn, and her friends were glad she had found such a good man for herself.
On 21st of July 2018 Törn and Hyttinen were invited to a birthday party. Hyttinen was quite new to all the guests present, but they welcomed him well. Törn of course did not drink any alcohol during the night, but Hyttinen drank even for her behalf. The host of the party also noticed how much Hyttinen drank, and according to him it was over 20 servings. After 12 am people started to leave from the party and the people left were Törn, Hyttinen, the one who’s birthday they were celebrating and his girlfriend. At some point the topic of the conversation changed and they started to discuss Törn’s ex boyfriend. Hyttinen got very upset because of this and asked if they could change the subject. However Hyttinen himself continued talking about the ex. Törn tried to make Hyttinen change the subject by talking about other things, but Hyttinen did not stop. According to people present, Hyttinen’s behaviour changed and he was very angry and uncomfortable. The situation escalated and Törn yelled at Hyttinen and slapped him. After this Törn was going to leave the party and suggested that Hyttinen should walk back home, not come with her car. Hyttinen however managed to get into the car and they left together.
On the next day Törn’s family got worried when they couldn’t reach her with a phone. Törn’s brother, Antti called Hyttinen who told that he is in Joensuu and couldn’t tell where Törn was. Hyttinen had fled the argument from last night to his hometown in Joensuu. Antti described the call as follows: “When Hyttinen called me and told Anni was missing, I knew he had done something to her, because I’ve been living in a world where I’ve witnessed horrible things to happen for so long. I wen’t to Joensuu and started to search for Anni.”
Antti and Törn’s mother made a missing persons report on a Sunday night approximately at 10:30 pm. Törn’s mother also called some hospitals and asked if Törn would be there. Antti searched for her from her previous apartment in Mikkeli, Hyttinen’s previous apartment in Savonlinna and from Joensuu where he met Hyttinen. He had been asking about Törn and noticed a bruise on Hyttinen’s hand, which had been bandaged. After this, Antti informed police of everything and they decided to search Hyttinen’s apartment and interrogate him.
Antti also wrote a post on Facebook about Törn’s disappearance. He wrote: “Anni Törn has gone missing on the night between Saturday and Sunday. Anybody who knows something of her movements, could you please contact me. And Anni, if you see this, my dear sister contact me. I’m dying of worry.”
When the police talked to Hyttinen, he told that on Sunday Törn had a meeting with a man who had been serving time in a prison. He apparently referred to Törn’s ex boyfriend who was currently in prison. The police contacted the prison and found out that the man in question was not on a furlough or anything, so he couldn’t not have been meeting with Törn. The police searched Hyttinen’s apartment but didn’t find anything. However they noticed that the shower curtain was missing from there. Törn was never late or missed her work shifts, so the police decided to wait til Monday to see if she would go to work. This didn’t happen so she was declared missing.
The police interrogated Hyttinen who told them about the argument and that Törn had woken him up during the night and told him that he had to leave. Hyttinen told that he had done that and left the apartment. He also told that Törn had started to show aggression towards him after she got pregnant. The police looked into Hyttinen’s movements and he indeed had left the apartment during that night. When they were searching his car, they found grass from his car’s bumper. This was suspicious to the police.
When the police talked to the friend from the party, they had told that Hyttinen had called them on Sunday. He had told that he and Törn had became reconciled right away after they arrived home. He told that he however couldn’t sleep, and that was the reason he had left the apartment.
Törn’s brother Antti took part in the search very closely since the beginning. He used social media, volunteered as a searcher and gathered other searchers as well. He noticed contradictions in the things Hyttinen told and sensed that things are not like Hyttinen has told. Antti had visited Hyttinen’s apartment and noticed weird blood marks in the staircase. Antti called Hyttinen and tried to find out about the blood. This is what Antti told about the call: “If something has happened, tell me now. I’ve thought of you being a person who has backbone, so I hope there is enough man in you to be honest with things.” Hyttinen had answered that he knows more than he has told.
When 4 days had passed of Törn’s disappearance, the police started to investigate it as a manslaughter and Hyttinen became their main suspect. On 26th of July 2018 Hyttinen called the main inspector of the case and asked if they could talk. Hyttinen was brought to police station, and while he was there, crime scene insvestigators investigated his apartment. Hyttinen’s bathroom was very clean and they could find clear remnants of detergent, which meant that during the cleaning, detergent had been used with large amounts. Even though the bathroom was cleaned very well, the police found Törn’s blood from there.
(In the picture above, you can see police arresting Hyttinen.)
Again Hyttinen told about the argument which had continued in the apartment. In the middle of the argument Hyttinen had wanted to take a shower, but Törn had prevented him of doing that. Hyttinen claimed that Törn had been kicking and hitting him. Hyttinen confessed that he had hit Törn. First once, then twice and in the result of the third hit, Törn had collapsed on the floor and lost consciousness. After that Hyttinen had called his friend and told that Törn is not alive anymore. Hyttinen had packed Törn in his car and driven to Joensuu. During the drive, Hyttinen had dropped Törn’s body off of a bridge.
The police searched the waters but they did not discover the body. The police started to suspect what Hyttinen had told so they contacted the friend to who Hyttinen had called after killing Törn. He told that Hyttinen had revealed that he will bury Törn in his parent’s property in Joensuu. During the interrogation, Hyttinen told the police that he had buried Törn in his parents property. The police started the investigation there, and very quickly a sniffer dog found the grave. According to the coroner, Törn had big bruises and sores in her head and legs. Törn had been laying on the bathroom floor, while she had been hit in the head and choked. Bruising from Törn’s body revealed that she had been kicked, hit and that she had been hit with a triangle shaped object. All this abuse had resulted to Törn getting a brain damage that resulted to her death.
Hyttinen didn’t really comment of the abuse, but according to some sources he had told that he hit Törn three times which killed her, and to other sources he remembered holding her down. He had tried to stop the blood from flowing with a towel, which he later threw away alongside with the shower curtain. At one point Hyttinen told that he had dropped strawberries on the floor, which was why he had cleaned there so well.
The trial
During the trial, Hyttinen only confessed on the abuse, but all the evidence from the body told otherwise. Törn had suffered hard and long lasting abuse and she couldn’t have defended herself. Hyttinen tried to defend himself by telling that he does not remember the situation so well, but he did remember things that suited him some way. The court was not happy about this, and were able to find out that Hyttinen had continued the abuse even after noticing that Törn wasn’t conscious anymore. Hyttinen told that Törn as well had been violent, but the police weren’t able to find any evidence from his body to back this up. Törn’s family had never seen Törn to act violently, and they don’t believe that she was violent towards Hyttinen. Törn’s mother told that Törn was that type of person who always tried to avoid conflict and not take part in arguments.
Hyttinen was sentenced to 9 years and 10 months to prison for manslaughter and violation of the grave. He complained to the court of appeals but the sentence stayed the same.
After
Törn’s funeral was on 1st of September 2018, where her loved ones ate her bravura, cheesecake. Törn’s sister Riitta wished that people would remember Anni for something else than just a victim of manslaughter. She described Anni to be brave, who was not afraid to make her dreams come true. Anni was very close to her family, especially her brother Antti and they were in contact daily. People said that if Anni ever got any problems in her life, she would always tell Antti first. Anni was people loving, cheerful and bright woman. When reading articles of her and the case, I got the general image of her being very kind and lovely person. I truly hope her loved ones can find peace in their lives, and keep Anni’s legacy alive.
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We’ll See About That (Elijah x Klaus x Reader)
Requested by anon. I wrote this two times cause my laptop decided to be an asshole and wouldn’t let me post it. Enjoy
(Y/n) was raised by her parents and the small pack of werewolves they belonged a few miles away from New Orleans. However she wasn’t a child brought to life as a result of a happy marriage, her mother married her father because of an arranged marriage, so s he fell in love with a warlock while being stuck at a toxic marriage. When (y/n) was born everything became worse, her father started to suspect and her mother took her stuff and (y/n) in the middle of the night and left, she was only 11 but she was thrilled to leave everything behind.
However, she never cared for the whole werewolf thing nor cared if she was a witch, she was spiritual yes, meditating and cleansing her house, having different type of tarot decks and aligning her chakra was something that brought her peace, but going in further was like dipping your fingers in the honey jar and expecting your hands to not get sticky.
(Y/n) studied abroad, once again leaving everything behind and making her own memories and decisions as a young adult. She knew that to “active” the wolf gene meant you have to kill somebody and she never had that intention, one night though when a man decided to follow her home and attack her, she lost control and had to not only deal with activating the curse but also dealing with the police and finding a way to keep her criminal record clean.
As graduation rolled around (y/n) decided to go back to the U.S.A, New Orleans to be exact. She could never go back to the pack her dad belong, she hadn’t talked to him in years and she doubted he would want to help,so her mother told her that a lot of different people have their home in New Orleans, so she decided to try her luck there.
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“A pretty woman like you alone? It must be my birthday”
It was (y/n)’s first night in New Orleans, so she decided to go and have a drink, maybe get an idea or two on how to find someone that is willing to help her. She was sitting peacefully drinking her cocktail when a tipsy and absolute douche approached her.
“Well go find a cake, cause I for sure ain’t giving you any”
“Too bad, i’m sure your icing taste great”
Her facial expression showed how disgusted she was by the vulgar comment, she was about to answer a man when she saw a man nudge the annoying creep and take her hand in his.
“My sincere apologies for keeping you waiting love, you look beautiful”
He brought her hand up to his lips and looked at her right in the eyes, the wink he gave her made her understand what his plan was at. She smiled brightly at the kind stranger
“No worries babe, let me introduce you to this absolute creep that tried to hit on me”
“Oh how amusing. Listen mate, you have two options, one is to keep going at this and force me into take actions that will make me your worst nightmare, second is go on with your night while your arms are still attached to your body. Choice is yours”
He didn’t even say anything, he just looked down and left, (y/n) could see his already fragile ego crumble right in front of her. She started laughing, finding the entire situation cut out of a comedy.
“Thank you so much, let me buy you a drink”
“I think it goes the other way around love”
“It’s the 21st century, also you deserve one for scaring him to death. I’m (y/n) by the way”
“Klaus, pleasure to officially meet you”
They ended up talking and drinking for hours on end, the conversation flowed effortlessly making them feel comfortable with each other. Klaus walked (y/n) home at the wee hours of the morning, oh how beautiful she looked as the first streaks of sunlight caressed her face. They hugged and made a promise to see each other again
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(y/n) slept until 3 p.m and woke up to her stomach demanding food after the back to back drinks she had last night with her new friend. She did her morning routine and decided into putting on a yellow sundress and placed her hair up into a quick updo, last was her moisturizer and sun screen, to protect her skin but also give her a nice glow and she was ready to hit the streets.
She got distracted by a very talented musician that played on the side of the road when she bumped into a mans back. As Elijah turned around all he saw was light, he couldn’t really put it into words but the woman that was standing right there looked like she was surrounded by the holy light and angels.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going”
If sirens every existed, she was one of them. Her voice sounded like little singing bells and those eyes, her gaze could stop the devil. He was so astonished by her beauty that he didn’t realized the human like fairy had stopped talking, making him look like he was mute.
“It’s alright dear, no need to worry”
“I got distracted, I am usually very aware of my surroundings”
“I understand, this town is full of distractions. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Elijah”
“Ohhh YOU are Elijah”
“Pardon?”
(Y/n) remembered the name from last night. Klaus had mentioned how him and his brother Elijah with his sister Rebekah came back to town. Of course Elijah was not aware of that conversation
“Your brother Klaus, I met him yesterday when he came to my rescue. I’m new here so he kept me company”
“What a kind and rare thing for my brother to do”
Of course Klaus would put his best foot forward when he meets a girl, well at least she was not hurt by him nor by anyone, such a shame for a miracle like her to get harmed. Regardless of that, Elijah got an incredible idea
“Well since my brother made a friend-which never really happens- I like to say that they are my friends as well, so would you accept my offer and accompany at our home for dinner tomorrow?”
“Oh you don’t have to, it’s fine”
“I insist, since you are new here someone should show you hospitality”
(Y/n) couldn’t really keep up with this whole thing, two handsome brothers coming to her aid and wanting to bring her over for dinner, it was almost too good to be true. She would dumb if she didn’t accept
“Fine, but i’ll warn you I have a big appetite”
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As Elijah informed his brother of the interaction he had with (y/n) and the invitation he gave her for dinner the brothers started to sharpen their knives. Both of them requesting specific dishes from the chef they hired, arguing over what wine goes best and what music should they play or if there’s going to be music.
The hours passed and (y/n) stood outside their door. Klaus was the one to greet her first, he was stunned when he saw her. Her hair was down and curly, she wore a satin maxi dress with a plunging neckline and a slit on the side that showed her right leg.
“You really outdid yourself love, you look ravishing”
“Why thank you Klaus, you look amazing in this suit as well”
Klaus had chosen a formal attire for the evening, a black suited he had tailored back in the 20s, you could never go wrong with a classic.Klaus offered her his arm and she linked hers with his, walking in the house that looked like it was cut out of a fairytale.
“(y/n) you arrived, I must say that you are breathtaking”
“Thank you Elijah, you look very handsome as well, do you sleep with a suit on?”
Klaus took the opportunity and pulled a chair back for (y/n), helping her and then took his seat as well.
The night passed beautifully,(y/n) felt so pampered and the brothers felt euphoric by being at her good graces, they also spend the entire night keeping mental notes on who (y/n) smiled more, who’s joked she laughed, what compliments she gave, what foods she liked and most importantly who she talked to more. As the night came to an end (y/n) insisted into taking her car, besides two glasses of wine were nothing compared to the tons of alcohol she consumed when she was in college.
“Thank you for everything tonight, it was truly amazing”
“Of course love, with a guest like you anything else would have been an embarrassment, right brother?”
“Yes that’s quite right Klaus, we hope to see you again then”
“For sure, I wouldn’t pass on tasting that delicious food again”
She hugged both of them and then they saw her disappearing into the night, leaving them both with the sweet taste of happiness that they got to dine with such a magical being, they had to agree that (y/n) was the most peaceful and calming human being they have met.
“Well brother, I am happy you bravely put on a fight but I think I’ll take it from here”
“We’ll see about that Niklaus”
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ldr ⊵ bang chan
Description: Distance definitely makes the heart grow fonder.
இ genre: friends to lovers, ldr, college au, angst?, def fluff
இ pairing: chan x reader
இ word count: 12.5k
warnings?: there’s alc, and a pretty mf hot chan
a/n: @changbeanie it’s been a while ´･ᴗ･` wow, just wow
↫ i ↬
“Chan, I need to spill the tea!”
He came to a halt, setting aside his unopened One Piece mystery figures. When he looked into the camera lens, his brows knit together in a little frown.
“No Y/N, you can’t spill the tea! The tea is hot, and if you spill it, you are gonna get burned,” Chan playfully scolded you and laughed shortly after.
“I’m serious Chan,” you whined, covering your face to hide your warm cheeks. Chan laughed even more. You didn’t know whether he was laughing at you or his joke. Maybe it was both.
He calmed down and leaned back into his gaming chair. Sighing in content, he looked at you from his monitor, smiling softly. “Go ahead, tell me,” Chan said.
“Can I really?” You removed your hands from your face and rolled your eyes.
“Yes, now go!” He chuckled.
“I caught Changbin on a date with someone!”
Chan faked a gasp, “Ahhh, no way.”
“Oh, so you knew?”
“Yes, but I’d like you to finish spilling the tea.”
“That’s all I wanted to spill,” you scoffed. Of course, Chan would know about Changbin’s love life, he was close to all his friends after all. Now, your reasoning for calling him went down the drain. Useless.
Chan shrugged, “He already told me his plan to confess to his crush a while back, so I’m not surprised. Ruby, I think that’s her name? Yeah.”
“Okay, goodnight then. I’ll call you later this week if I can,” you sighed in defeat, swiping your mouse pad to hang up.
“Wait, wait, wait. Y/N, you didn’t even let me finish opening the package you sent me. Don’t you want to see who I got?” His eyes lit up at his unopened One Piece figures.
“Not really, it cost me a fortune to ship it out to you,” you spun around in your chair, faking disinterest to the birthday boy, but in reality, you wanted to stretch the call as long as you could. You really missed him.
Chan had been studying abroad in Berlin for two months. You remember him speaking to you about it and listing his options in order: Berlin, Dublin, and Paris. When you asked why he placed Berlin as his first choice, he said its nightlife attracted him the most, which isn’t surprising, considering the night owl he is. And bonus, it was cheaper than his other options.
“Should I call Woojin to watch me unbox instead, then?” He cocked his brow.
“Do you really want him to watch you unbox it?” You pouted.
“Noo, I want you to watch me. But… I guess you don’t wanna,” Bang Chan shrugged.
“Ugh, you already know I do.”
“Then why didn’t you say so in the first place?” He teased further, enjoying his ability to easily earn a reaction from you.
“Are you coming back to Sydney for Thanksgiving?” You responded with a question.
“No, it would be pointless because I have to immediately fly back to Berlin for finals. Maybe I should stay here until the 22nd of December. Besides, I’m gonna miss it here. Oh-“ He excitedly tore off the wrap of his gift, “Tony Tony Chopper. I had a feeling I would get him,” he laughed.
“Oh,” you said in a small voice but quickly hid your disappointment and smiled. “I was hoping you’d get him.”
Inside, you were pretty bummed out. Not seeing Chan for over a month was torture. Whatever you wanted to try would have to wait until he got back: the new restaurant by the mall, going on a fishing trip, and using the remaining benefits of your favorite amusement park’s season pass. Most importantly, you chose to wait for him to come home so that the two of you could binge-watch the latest season of Stranger Things.
Chan had already caught the disappointment in your voice and put down the Tony Tony Chopper figure. Propping his elbow onto the desk, he used his palm to cup his chin, leaning into the monitor. Although he was ten thousand miles away, the gesture made him feel closer to you and Sydney. “You know that’s not what I meant. I miss home, my mum’s cooking, hanging with the guys, and cuddling with Berry. I get homesick at times, but I love it here.”
“I know, I’m just bored without you. I want to go bar hopping in Sydney again,” you groaned, feeling bad for making Chan explain himself when he didn’t even need to.
“Tch, you just want to see the guys drunk call their girlfriends again.”
“Not even! I only want to see Hyunjin drunk call his girlfriend, it’s so cute when he whines to her about wanting to be the little spoon. He gets so embarrassed whenever Jisung and I show him the recordings,” you cackled like a witch.
Chan shook his head in disapproval, chuckling at your words, “Y/N, You’re so evil. Just wait until you’re the one to drunk call somebody.”
“Who knows? Maybe I’ll have somebody by the time you come back,” you shrugged.
“Oooh, well, do you?”
“We’ll just have to wait until the next time we go bar hopping.”
“Then, you’re gonna have to wait for another two months,” he sang through the screen, his hand reaching for the mouse to select a song on one of his Spotify playlists.
SLANDER & Said the Sky - Potions (ft. JT Roach)
“It’s going to be a long wait,” you sighed, drumming your fingers against your desk.
“Every time you said a word, I was starin' at your lips. I don't think I've ever been so close to a love like this,” he sang along before taking a pause to say, “I’ll be home before you know it.”
Shooting him with a finger gun, you suggested, “Ahah! Are drinks gonna be on you?”
“Shouldn’t you be buying? I’m the one coming home.”
You scowled. “Ask the boys because you miss them.”
“Don’t worry, I miss you too,” Chan easily confessed, bobbing his head to the drop of the bass.
↫ ii ↬
“Gobble gobble gobble!”
“Shut up, we don’t even have a turkey,” Minho said, slapping Jisung’s ass when he took up the entire couch.
Jisung scooted enough for Minho to sit and used his lap as a pillow, “Hey, I told everyone to pitch in for our lovely Friendsgiving, but nooo! So, it ain’t my problem.”
“We pitched in for beef, that’s even better,” Hyunjin said, jumping back when the meat hit the electric grill, abruptly sizzling and splattering oil onto his hand.
“Gimme that, you’re going to end up burning the meat and your hand,” Jeongin took the metal tongs from Hyunjin, increasing the temperature of the grill and adding more slices of brisket.
“Haha, who are you trying to impress? Y/N?” Woojin joked.
Seungmin killed Woojin’s joke in an instant, “No, he’s trying to practice for his crush. They went out the other day and she cooked for him the whole time.”
Changbin stole the first slice of meat from the serving tray, saying with a mouthful, “Big fat rip, dude.”
“Hello?” Felix said after picking up an incoming call from his phone. He rolled his eyes at the person speaking on the other line, “Liv, I told you to always have your wallet on you. No, I am not going to drive over to drop it off. Just stop by the house on your way to the movies.”
“Your sister left her wallet at home again?” Jisung asked.
Felix shrugged, “Yeah, she always does that. I’m not gonna drop it off to her this time. Whatever, she said she’ll be here in ten.”
You wedged yourself between Felix and Seungmin on the couch, making yourself comfortable while Felix challenged Minho on Super Smash Bros. Jisung had just finished setting up his Nintendo Switch on Felix’s TV and tossed both controllers to the first round competitors. Felix selected Dark Pit whereas Minho did the random selection and got Ness.
“Nooooo! FUCK.” Felix screeched after Minho sent his character flying off the platform. You covered your ears but laughed at Felix’s loss.
Minho smirked, nodding to his opponent, wiggling his eyebrows. “Do you want to change your fighter?”
Rolling his tongue in his mouth, Felix shook his head, “No, rematch.”
The doorbell rang. Without a glance, too absorbed into his rematch with Minho, Felix asked you to open the front gate for Olivia. You left the couch and went outside to open it for her. When you opened the wooden gate, you found Bang Chan waiting outside instead of Felix’s sister. Your mouth went agape.
“You’re back...” You said, stepping aside to let him in.
Shock was still written across your face. He gently patted his carry on before leaning in to take a look at your face. Jokingly, he said, “I take it that you’re not thrilled to see me, should I leave then?”
Seeing him in person made your heart swell. You suddenly remembered how much you missed him. Overwhelmed by his presence, your eyes began to pool with tears and just could not stop. Without blinking, a big, fat tear escaped. Wiping the stray tear with the sleeve of your hoodie, you wanted to stop crying but wound up sniffling.
Chan reached for your other arm, gently drawing small circles with his thumb. He couldn’t help but laugh as he attempted to soothe you. “Hey, hey, why are you crying?” He cooed, throwing another joke, “Maybe I should just leave…”
“No, don't.”
Although tears kept on falling, you laughed back and patted your cheeks dry with your sleeve. Chan let go of the carry-on, spreading his arms wide for only one reason. You accepted his invitation, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his torso. “Don’t worry, I missed you too. But I didn’t expect you to cry so much,” he teased.
The vibration his laughter gave off, made your insides feel warm and fuzzy. Chan smelled like fresh laundry mixed with the familiar cologne he only wore for special occasions. He rocked you side to side, and you could feel the smile spread across his face from his chuckling. You wanted to hug him even longer but a notification went off, causing both of you to pull away from each other.
It was coming from the Apple Watch gifted to him from everyone for his 21st birthday. Chan checked the notification, disregarding it when it began to spam. “Let’s go inside,” he said, patting your shoulders to make you head in first.
“Finally! What took you so long?” Felix jumped from the couch to give Chan a hug.
Chan gave a nonchalant shrug, “My mum wouldn’t stop talking. If it weren’t for Hannah and Olivia needing a ride to the mall, I would’ve gotten here much later.”
“Christopher Bang, I have been waiting for you,” Jisung swooped in, giving Chan a bear hug. Then, weakly whispered into his dear friend’s ear, “If it was any longer, I would’ve died from starvation.”
You frowned all of a sudden. “Wait, all of you guys knew he was coming back for Thanksgiving?”
“Surprise!” Felix awkwardly laughed because he knew you were going to strangle him later.
“Yeah? Why wouldn’t he come back? It’s Thanksgiving,” Hyunjin walked out of the kitchen with the rest of the guys to hug Chan.
“You said you weren’t though,” you said, narrowing your eyes at Chan. He removed the black cap from his head, sheepishly running a hand through his... dark brown hair? There was no longer a strand of dirty blonde. “Oh my god, and you dyed your hair back to your natural hair color,” you gasped.
“Boy, I am starving,” he whistled, purposely ignoring your stare.
Jisung wrapped his arms around yours and Chan’s shoulders, inhaling the aroma of Seungmin’s freshly baked pies coming from the oven. “I’m so fucking stoked to eat. Let’s eat.”
↫ iii ↬ bh.pt.i ↫
Famous Dex - Japan
“Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan.”
Chan sang Japan by Famous Dex, pointing to Felix once they both made eye contact. Felix quickly caught on, finishing the chorus with a strong dab, “I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans. And she tellin' all her friends, I might put 'em on the Gram, aye!”
“I don’t know you two anymore,” you cringed at the pair. Once the song was over, they started singing to Lil Uzi Vert’s ‘XO TOUR Llif3.’
“Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes. She said baby I am not afraid to, die. Push me to the edge, all my friends are dead, push me to the edge, all my friends are dead,” they both sang, clasping each other’s hands and bobbing their heads.
“Ah shit, the Uber driver is gonna be outside in two minutes,” Felix cursed and ran upstairs to his room to grab his bomber.
“Hurry, or else we’re going to leave you!” Chan shouted towards the stairs, then, lowering his voice to tell you, “Let’s leave him.”
You rolled your eyes, and he cracked a smile.
After Thanksgiving, Chan had two and a half days left before heading back to Berlin. You wanted to spend as much time as you can with him. Not only you, but everyone else wanted to. And the perfect way to do it:
Bar hopping. (bh)
Jisung brought up the idea because he wanted to buy his friend a drink. It was a treat for Chan since he’s been away for nearly three months. But also, Jisung was anticipating to record any of Hyunjin’s embarrassing moments. For him, it was killing two birds with one stone.
“Thank you, sir, have a good one,” Chan said to the Uber driver, waving goodbye as he was the last to exit the backseat of the car.
Felix scanned the area, squinting whenever he saw anyone coming out of a shop. “Uh, we just arrived. Where are you- Oh! I see Woojin waiting in the front,” he hung up.
“I’m so hungry.” Your stomach grumbled.
“Yoooooo! Broski, over here,” Felix waved both hands in the air. The three of you approached Woojin, giving him a hug before entering the bar.
Everyone was already seated inside munching on some salted peanuts. Changbin tossed a peanut into the air, and Jisung caught it in his mouth, extending his arms in the air to gloat his victory. “Now buy me a drink,” he demanded.
“Fine,” Changbin scoffed but agreed.
Once the three of you settled down in the large booth, Woojin ordered a beer and a shot of tequila for each person. You were excited to drink but hated tequila. It was the first alcohol to ever give you a massive hangover. The taste was disgusting and a measly whiff could still trigger your gag reflexes.
“Alright, whoever finishes last needs to take another shot of tequila,” Felix snickered.
“Ugh, no,” Hyunjin groaned.
Chan leaned in to whisper into your ear, “Will you be able to handle it?”
You bumped your left shoulder against his right, “Of course, who do you think I am?”
Changbin knocked on the table, grabbing everyone’s attention. “3! 2! 1! Go!”
You chugged the beer while keeping your eyes open for the rest of the guys. Most of them started off with their shot of tequila to get it over with while you, Jisung, and Jeongin started off with beer. By the time you were halfway done with your beer, the tequila starters were beginning to touch their beers. Some were still making faces from sucking the complementary lime wedges that came with the tequila.
Finishing the last of your beer, Jisung slapped the table with his shot glass. Still sucking his like wedge, he pointed at you to hurry so you can come in second place. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grabbing the lime wedge in one hand and the tequila shot in the other, downing it in one go. “That’s so fucking nasty,” you whined and chewed into the lime wedge.
“Done,” Changbin said, sliding his empty drinks into the center of the table.
Next, Chan burped out loud, saying, “I’m done. Excuse me.”
When everyone finished, the order came out to be: Jisung, Y/N, Changbin, Chan, Woojin, Minho, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin, Hyunjin.
“FUck, this shit. I hate bar hop… ping,” Hyunjin complained, burping in defeat.
“Bottoms up, loser,” Jisung laughed.
“Drink! Drink! Drink!” Everyone chanted, cheering when Hyunjin finished the last of the devil’s juice. Already, his face was getting red as he lazily brushed his messy bangs away from his eyes.
Even though Jeongin was second to the last place, he was eager to move on to the next round. Rubbing his hands in excitement, he asked, “So what’s next?”
↫ iii ↬ barhopping pt.ii ↫
“We are just going to take it chill this round,” Seungmin cutely laughed.
The lightweight slurred, jabbing his index finger onto Seungmin’s chest, “No, you wanted to take it chill this round.”
“He’s trying to save you,” you slapped Hyunjin’s back, “But I don’t mind taking it chill this round.”
Already tipsy and spouting out nonsense like always, Jisung called you out, “Y/N, what’s with the getup today?”
He really emphasized the makeup and your fitted black off-shoulder top with dramatic John Cena hand movements. You grew embarrassed by the sudden attention. Now, everyone’s eyes were on you, especially Bang Chan’s. Your cheeks grew warm as you blushed, but that honestly did not matter because the lighting of the second bar was dark enough to hide them.
“Jisung, they’re just falsies,” you rolled your eyes.
Hyunjin cocked an eyebrow into your direction, “My girlfriend likes to wear them when she’s going out. Are you going out with anybody?” He put his head down and burped. “Keeping seCrets huh? uGH, I miss my girlfriend.”
“Nooo, definitely not…” You sighed, “I just felt like doing something different today.”
“Is it because Chan is back?” Seungmin felt like he cracked the Da Vinci Code. Ridiculous.
“You’re ridiculous, Kim Seungmin.”
Felix intervened, lazily karate-chopping his arm into the table. Thanks to him, he saved you from making a fool of yourself. “What about me? Didn’t you know anything different about me today?” He slurred.
“You’re drunk,” Seungmin pointed out the obvious.
“No, not yet. I got a new bomber, duh. Go ahead, touch it,” Felix suggested. He grabbed Seungmin’s hand, hovering it over his jacket. Then, Felix made him caress the smooth material.
Both you and Chan burst out laughing. Then, you both turned to look at each other. When your laughter died down, you glanced at his plump lips and looked away with a sigh on yours.
Why did you go out of your own way to put on makeup and wear your silver drop earrings? The top was a gift from one of your girlfriends. It’s been sitting in your closet for ages, but still, it was something different.
The guys began to plan for the winter break agenda and Chan joined in on the conversation. He remembered the video call between you and him. It was around the time of his birthday when he unboxed the mystery One Piece figures you sent to him... Did you ever find somebody?
For a moment, there was this unsettling feeling growing inside of his chest. Yeah, why did she look differently today, is what he thought. You were never ‘ugly’ in his opinion, you were just Y/N. Whatever you choose to do shouldn't matter, so Chan did what anyone would do: He brushed it off.
Chan glanced over, feeling a little taken aback when you laughed at something Minho said about Hyunjin. Whenever he was surprised, his eyebrows did this thing where they would cutely knot upwards and his eyes would light up. But this time, it was different. Yes, he was surprised but the expression on his face grew soft immediately after you made eye contact with him.
You raised the glass of your favorite cocktail to your lips, nodding in excitement when Jisung ‘secretly’ whipped out his phone and began recording Hyunjin. Then, you broke into a playful grin while biting into the black stirring straw before sipping your drink. Yeah, he thought you were really attractive right now.
For some reason, Bang Chan felt like his body was engulfed by flames.
You raised a brow, offering him to try your drink with a smile. Chan blinked back, totally aware he was staring at you. Luckily, you weren’t and thought he was curious about your drink.
Turning down your offer, he decided to lay off on the drinking for the rest of this round. It was the alcohol causing him to feel this way, or that’s what he thought.
If not, this was going to be a big problem.
↫ iii ↬ barhopping pt.iii ↫
“Last but not least, we are going to get hammered with soju and meat,” Jisung cupped Changbin’s cheeks, then, patting them like how Asian grandmothers would select the perfect watermelons.
Before Changbin could place him into a chokehold, Jisung clumsily ran into the restaurant to request for seats. He almost ran into one of the patio heaters in the process. “Come back, you fucking squirrel!” Changbin waved his fist in the air like an old man.
He adopts a sailors’ mouth when he drinks lol.
Hyunjin had an arm draped over Woojin’s shoulders. He’s already sobered up by now. “Let’s make sure he gets hammered tonight,” he said, then, pointed a finger at you, “And Y/N.”
“I say we should go for it,” Woojin supported his friend.
Your eyes widened. “What did I do?”
“He’s still salty you sent recordings to his girlfriend,” Jeongin teased Hyunjin, his eyes effortlessly creasing into the cutest eye smile. He reminded you of a baby fox.
“I didn’t, it was Jisung. Recordings were sent from his phone,” You shrugged and stuck your tongue out when Hyunjin mimicked you.
Jisung peeked at everyone from the restaurant door and caught Seungmin’s attention first, signaling him to bring everyone inside. Seungmin said, “Let’s go, seats are ready.”
“I already picked out the meats. Now, the hardest part is choosing the soju flavor,” Jisung looked at the drinks menu with heart eyes.
Changbin took the menu from Jisung’s hands, cockily skimming through it. “Leave it to me, I know what we should stay away from.”
When the waiter came by, Changbin ended up ordering two large yogurts, two fruit-flavored, and two original soju. Seven drinks. Everyone looked at him with their jaws dropped. “You’re actually insane,” Felix said even though he was at a loss of words.
“The frat boy mentality has sprung onto him. It’s too late, we can’t save him,” Chan cried, covering his warm face, dramatically tugging it downwards with both hands.
You sighed and lay your head onto Chan’s shoulder. You were still buzzed, but it was going to be a long night. Earlier, he put his jean jacket over your shoulders when some guy walked by and gave you a whistle. You were very uncomfortable from receiving the unwanted attention coming from a sleazebag and hid behind Chan’s broad frame.
You were getting tired but still wanted to have fun. Chan’s shoulder was a muscular pillow. Your eyes glanced at the sleeve of his black T-shirt. Then, your eyes trailed down to his arm veins, his hand, and the ring on his pinky finger. It was your gift to him for his birthday this year. There was this strong urge to place your hand on top of his and flip it over so that the palm of his hand would be open for you to entwine your fingers in.
Fuck, why is he so hot?
You didn’t actually do it though, you could not bring yourself to. When you tilted your head upwards, Chan was laughing at Woojin’s disaster story about his most recent blind date. He must’ve felt your gaze on him so he stopped paying attention to the story. Chan laid his eyes on you while you blinked back in surprise with a tinge of pink on your cheeks. His eyes held your gaze momentarily before trailing down to your lips, and so did you.
You were both waiting for something to happen. The tension-
“Drinks and meat are here,” Minho excitedly cleared the table for the waiter.
Both you and Chan looked away from each other at the same time. You instantly removed your head from his shoulder, and he cleared his throat. You were both left feeling embarrassed, however, Chan also felt nervous. You, on the other hand, felt a heavyweight on top of your chest.
For this last round of bar hopping, you both avoided any sort of eye contact or slight skinship with one another. It was too risky, making a nervous wreck out of both you and Chan.
“Let’s play Truth or Drink mixed with Never Have I Ever,” Changbin said, pouring a drink into everybody’s shot glass, filling it to the brim.
Minho scoffed but enjoyed the idea, “You’re just asking for everyone to drink.”
“That’s the point.”
“Never have I ever almost joined a cult back in high school,” Jisung tsked over to his friend, snickering when Hyunjin and Jeongin downed the shot in one go.
Hyunjin went next and glared at Jisung, “Never have I ever lived in Malaysia during my childhood.”
Jisung narrowed his eyes at Hyunjin, chewing on a piece of meat after drinking his shot. “Playing like that, I see.”
“Well, you started it.”
“No, you.”
“You.”
“You.”
Chan interrupted their bickering, and said, “Moving on, never have I ever… Cheated on an exam.” Everyone groaned, drinking except for him, Seungmin, and Hyunjin. Then, it was your turn.
“Er… Never have I ever blacked out from drinking,” you peeked around, raising your glass to everyone. Changbin, Woojin, Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix all clinked their glasses together.
“Alcoholics,” Minho shook his head, eyeing each person with false disappointment written on his face.
“Shut the fuck up, you have no right. You’re the goddamn instigator,” Jisung kicked Minho’s foot under the table.
“Stop playing footsies with me.”
“Oh, I can stop whenever I want to.”
“Can I go now?” Seungmin stuck a piece of rib finger into Jisung’s mouth. Everyone gave him the go, so he suggested, “Let’s do Truth or Drink this round, and the question applies to everyone. If you were a serial killer in a movie, who would you kill first? On the count of three, point your finger to the person. 3! 2! 1!”
“Wow.” And it wasn’t hard to guess who it was.
The rest of the night went by like that, playing more rounds of Never Have I Ever and Truth or Drink. More than half of the group was drunk and Hyunjin had his head down. He already knocked out and was drooling. You were drunk too but waited for Felix to take his turn.
Propping your chin in the palm of your right hand, you felt your eyelids become heavier the longer Felix took to ask his question. Finally, he asked everyone, “What are you the most grateful for?”
“I’m the most grateful for my cats,” Minho brought up his fingers and began to list each cat, “Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. Sometimes, I get hissed at but I still love them all.”
It was Chan’s turn. “Mmm,” he thought, “I’d say, my parents, because if they never gifted me with music, I wouldn’t be CB97 right now.”
“And there wouldn’t be SPEARmint and your one and only,” Jisung sluggishly pointed to himself, groaning, “J.One.”
“It’s SPEARB,” Changbin whined, hugging Jisung.
Chan was beginning to sober up and sipped on his half-full glass of water. Getting sentimental and smiling over to his rap unit members, his ears perked up when it was your turn. You had your head and arms sprawled across the table, earning a laugh from Minho when you palmed your forehead with a disgruntled look on your face. Your head hurt, but you continued, “I am grateful for a lot of things. My dog, meeting my ultimate bias, and having you guys in my life.”
“That’s so generic, be more specific,” Minho teased.
“Lix, I’m grateful for Felix. If my dad never met his dad in their twenties, I would’ve never grown up with Lix. My dad wouldn’t have almost accidentally run over him that one time when he was running away from Rachel.”
“Huh, I remembered that day. Rachel got so mad at me for reading her diary. I mean, she did leave it on the couch,” Felix reminisced, chuckling at the memory from long ago.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a little confused with what you shared. “Shouldn’t you be grateful for your dad meeting Felix’s dad? And not Felix?”
“Sure, but it’s Felix I am most grateful for. Because without him, I would’ve never met everyone else… and Chan,” you patted Felix’s bomber with your eyes closed and expected him to feel touched by your words.
“Why say it like that? What differentiates Chan from everyone else?” Jeongin asked with a small pout on his lips. Chan wanted to know as well. He didn’t know why you paused a little before saying his name. Was he special to you in any way?
Yeah. What differentiates Chan from everyone else?
“Stop asking me, and let’s move on to Felix. It hurts to think,” you complained.
↫ iv ↬
“Oi bro, today was fun. But I’m fucking wasted,” Felix burped. He leaned his head against the door frame while intensely staring at the door handle. Concentration was key, literally. Felix needed to press the correct keys or else you, him, and Chan would be sleeping in the front yard tonight. Nobody was home.
“You good there, buddy?” Chan asked with a concerned tone.
Felix entered the correct code and the numbers on the keypad lit up blue, making him internally jumping with happiness. “Ohh hell yeah. Uh-”
Then, he pushed through the door, startling Chan as he ran through the living room and into the kitchen to hurl into the nearest trash can. Chan quickly went after Felix while still carrying you on his back. “Bro,” he cringed at the loose chunks in the trash can and rubbed Felix’s back, “Keep throwing up, it’ll definitely make you feel better. I’m gonna get you some water. Just let me take Y/N upstairs.”
Felix waved Chan off and said he’d be fine. He was going to go straight to his room afterward, change into his pajamas, and chug the huge hydro flask by his bed. It seems like Felix planned for this to happen, so Chan didn’t have to worry much.
Chan carried you upstairs to the guest room and carefully unwrapped your arms from his neck when he sat on the bed. When he let go, you hit the back of your head against the headboard and whined in pain. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“Ugh, how long have I been out for,” you said, clutching onto the back of your head.
Chan shrugged, turning around to look at you. “Just the ride back home.”
“I’m not looking forward to a hangover tomorrow.”
You expected Chan to respond but there was no reply. When you peeked one eye open, he was gone. You sighed, rolling to your side to face the window. Why did you feel so puzzled all of a sudden?
“Are you asleep?” A voice whispered from the end of the bed.
It was Chan and he had a tall glass of water in his hands. You sat up, thanking him as you took the glass and greedily drank from it. When you finished, you placed it onto the nightstand before laying on your back again.
“Am I different?” Chan suddenly asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, am I different from the others?”
You lightly shoved his arm with your foot. “Other guys? Yeah, you’re CB97.”
He shook his head. It wasn’t the answer he wanted. “No, actually, never mind,” he said, changing his mind.
You frowned and sat up. Then, you nudged his arm, bugging him to tell you, “What is it? Tell me, Bang Chan.”
When you whined, even more, he softly chuckled, facing you with a smile. The only source of light came from outside’s yard lamp through the window slits. You held in a breath when he leaned in.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
↫ v ↬
“Y/N, why are we doing this? You know I can’t bake.”
Felix frowned at the baking instructions displayed on his phone. He was having a hard time converting grams to ounces because the mixer was too disruptive. It was annoyingly loud. For the love of god, he spilled some powdered sugar onto the counter.
“I need help, Lix. It’s hard to make macarons by myself,” you huffed, blowing a strand of your bangs out of the way.
“What’s in it for me? I could be sleeping in right now,” Felix scoffed but went to the cupboard to grab sugar, salt, and almond flour.
“You get to spend quality time with me for free. Also, you can eat delicious strawberry macarons. They’re your favorite.”
He shook his head, “No, they’re Chan’s favorite. I already knew your intentions the moment you asked to come over. And, I like banana flavored.”
“What’s with you and banana?”
“Don’t you just love the way it’s pronounced? Banana,” he smiled, thinking about bananas.
Handing Felix the electric mixer, you bossed him around, enjoying every moment of it, “No, now beat the eggs with the mixer until it becomes stiff peaks,”
“Y/N, If you like Chan, it’s okay to admit it. I won’t judge you,” he said, cracking a couple eggs into a large bowl, then scooped the yolks into a smaller bowl, “But I’ll make fun of you.”
You paused whatever you were doing to ask, “Why’d you say that out of the blue? That’s odd.”
“Look,” he paused, “When have you ever went out of your way to gift homemade cookies for someone? This is cute child’s play Y/N.”
“Never. But everyone is getting a share of this batch, so I don’t know why you’re quick to assume,” you nervously shrugged. Why were you nervous? There was no reason.
“But who were you thinking of surprising when you bought the ingredients?”
You eyed the egg whites sliding off the cracked eggshells in his hand as they slowly dripped into the mixing bowl. Cringing at his sloppiness, you told him to start mixing and less talking. “Why would I like him, it’d never work out between us,” you muttered under your breath.
“Just don’t complain to me when he comes back with a girlfriend from his study abroad program,” Felix annoyingly sang, hitting the power button on the electric mixer. You felt something inside of you sort of snap.
“What?” You asked.
“You’re not the only girl he’s friends with. You know that right?”
“Yeah, of course,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment. You were no special exception and it somehow made you feel more hopeless. Felix knew his words must’ve triggered something so he decided to tone it down.
“As your best friend, I know when you’re into someone. This time, it’s different. You may not think you’ve liked Chan for a long time, but trust me, I know,” Felix turned down the mixer to add some sugar with the whipped egg whites, “No matter how many guys you’ve liked in the past, you’d always set them aside for Chan. You don’t do things like having late-night phone calls, binge-watching One Piece, or bake fancy cookies for anyone else. Only Chan. Admit it before I knock some sense into you, idiot. You have a soft spot for him.”
“I do not…” You said in denial, but who were you trying to convince?
“Whatever,” Felix gave up and rolled his eyes. He adjusted the speed of the electric mixer, adding the rest of the sugar into the whipped egg whites.
When Felix finished whipping the egg whites, they became stiff peaks. He removed the mixer from the bowl, distracted by the mixture’s consistency and unwillingness to budge. “Hey, Y/N,” he tapped your shoulder before holding the bowl of stiff peaks upside down above his head, “Check this out.”
“YONGBOK WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You screamed his Korean name, hoping the mix wouldn’t fall onto his head and get on the floor.
“Look, it’s not falling hehehe,” Felix laughed, remembering how he saw something like this in a Tasty video.
You grabbed Felix’s shoulders in hopes of him putting the bowl down but then he placed it over your head and laughed. “Oh my god, if it gets in my hair, I’m gonna kill you,” you vigorously shook him.
Felix laughed and put you in a headlock, threatening to coat your face in stiff peaks. “You started it by calling me Yongbok.”
“Yongbok, Yongbokie, LEE YONGBOK,” you giggled when he locked you in tighter. His soft hoodie tickled your neck and you were scared of getting smeared with the cookie mixture.
“What are you guys doing?”
Felix dropped his arm to his side and placed the mixing bowl onto the counter. You stood up, fixing your now messy ponytail and awkwardly coughed.
Chan stood by the kitchen entrance with his arms crossed, looking somewhat displeased. You looked anywhere else but him. When you finally made eye contact with Chan, he quickly avoided it and cleared his throat. “I just came to say goodbye,” he said.
“But isn’t your flight at 5?” Felix glanced at his oven’s built-in clock, “It’s not even noon yet and you’re already leaving?”
“My parents want to have lunch with me before dropping me off at the airport. They invited my grandparents and other relatives, so it’s going to take a while.”
“Do the rest know?”
Chan nodded, “Yeah, I’m going to head back to grab my luggage after lunch, but I messaged them earlier and came to say goodbye just in case.”
Felix walked over to Chan and gave him the tightest bear hug, “Take care and stay safe. I’ll see you in a few weeks?”
“Yeah, and take care as well,” Chan smiled.
“For sure.”
When their hug was over, Felix said he needed to grab a charger from upstairs because his phone was about to die. You didn’t want to be alone with Chan because you were afraid of acting weird around him, then no one could save you. “What are you two making?” Chan nodded at the mess in the kitchen.
You shyly smiled, “Uh… Cookies? Hey Chan, are you going to stop by here again after your family lunch?”
“Maybe not, I’m not sure. I’ll call you if I do.”
“Hmmm, okay,” you nodded awkwardly, “I guess I’ll see you in a few weeks too.”
“Yeah, I’ll be back before you know it,” Chan smiled and began teasing, “Better not be a crybaby once I leave.”
You slapped his arm, “It won’t happen again, just let it gooo.”
“Hmm, nooo,” he laughed.
When Chan’s laughter died down, he stared at you with a small sigh. You were acting a little different today and he kind of had an idea as to why. He thought you sensed something unusual about his behavior, making you feel awkward towards him. He just wanted to board the plane right now and get his thoughts settled.
Chan wanted you to give him a hug like always but you refrained from doing so. By the time Felix came back down with his charger, he sensed the weird atmosphere and mouthed to you, ‘What did you do?’
You narrowed your eyes at him and Chan’s phone rang at the same time. It was Lucas on the other line, asking when his brother would be home since their grandparents would be arriving soon. Chan took that as a cue to be on his way, leaving you in the kitchen as Felix walked him out of the front door.
Felix came into the kitchen confused, “What happened when I was gone?”
“Nothing, we were just talking.”
“Do you think we’re going to finish baking these macarons by the time he leaves to the airport?” Felix scratched his head.
“I hope so,” you sighed. If you worked efficiently enough, it’s possible to finish on time.
Chan quietly sat in the back seat of the minivan with his younger siblings on the way back from the restaurant. He’d usually bug Hannah about her recent boy crushes or watch Lucas play Monster Hunter on his 3DS. This time, he stared out the window with his EarPods in. A lot was on his mind.
Chan felt sort of jealous, then stupid, then fine again. It was a cycle on his way back to the house. He knew Felix didn’t have any romantic feelings for you, but the tinge of jealousy would not leave his system. Chan let himself into the house when Felix had just finished mixing whatever. He was curious as to why Felix was up so early since his best friend tends to sleep in till noon during breaks.
When Chan heard your voice, his ears perked up like a dog. He felt excited to see you and walked into the kitchen, hoping to surprise you. Instead, Chan himself was surprised when he found Felix holding you in a headlock. You were laughing and squirming in Felix’s hold, making Chan wish he didn’t see that.
Not once have you laughed like that with Chan since he came back to visit. Chan thought you developed a crush on Felix but haven’t told him. But how could you not? You always tell Chan everything. He didn’t care if you liked someone… So what?
When they arrived home, Chan’s father pulled into the driveway. Everyone went inside to rest for a little while before sending him off to the airport. Chan still needed to go upstairs, so he could grab his things and load them into the trunk. After carrying his luggage downstairs and to the minivan, Chan popped open the trunk, halfway loading his things but stopped when his phone went off.
He picked up the call with his earphones, unaware of the person calling, “Hello?”
“H-have you left to the airport yet? Or are you still at home?” You said, heavily panting on the other line of the call.
“Y/N?” Chan asked surprised, “I’m still at home. I just got back.” He waited for you to answer but you had already hung up. “Hello? Y/N?”
“Chan!” You ran up to him, exhausted and a little sweaty. Then, you placed a hand on your waist to keep yourself up as you slowly regain your breath.
“Did you run here?”
“Yes.”
“What? Why?”
You stuck your hand into the inside of your denim jacket and fished out a decent packaged goodie bag. “I didn’t want you to leave empty-handed, so I made you these.”
You never fail to catch Chan off guard these days. He slowly unraveled the bag as if it were a delicate rose, and peeked inside to see a couple of pink macarons. Although several of them were cracked because Felix opened the oven midway into baking, causing them to deflate, there were some good ones.
“Is this what you were baking with Lix?” Chan asked. When you nodded, a smile couldn’t help but form on his lips.
“Yeah, sorry if I didn’t ask you to stay or say much. I wanted it to be a surprise,” you shyly glanced around him, hoping he’d try one of the cracked cookie sandwiches.
“Huh, I would’ve never guessed,” Chan laughed. As dumb as it sounds, he felt better knowing you were thinking of him.
You peeked into his goodie bag, “Are you going to try one?”
“Yeah, here,” he handed you one before taking a bite of his own.
You thought it was cute when Chan slowly chewed on the cookie. His eyes formed into crescents once he recognized the flavor. After finishing one macaron, he wrapped the bag, closing it and stuffed it into his pocket, “I’m saving these for when I wait to board the plane.”
“Here, eat mine,” you offered the uneaten macaron in your hand.
“You don’t like strawberries?”
“No, I do. But I know you like them more, so here,” you brought the miniature sandwich to his lips, smiling when he opened his mouth.
“Fanks, tho good,” Chan said with a mouthful.
“Ew, chew with your mouth closed.”
“Hmmm,” he swallowed the last of the macaron, “I said they’re really good, and thank you.”
Sighing in relief, you said, “Of course, I’m glad they come out burnt.”
“They came out kinda ugly though.”
You hit Chan’s bicep. “Then don’t eat them,” you held your hand out, “Return them.”
Chan laughed but reached into his pocket. Instead of handing the cookies back, he grabbed your hand and pulled you in for a hug. As his arms wrapped around your shoulders, he hugged tighter. You uncontrollably smiled, returning his hug and laughed at his sly move. Chan notices how he loves it when he’s this close to you. It makes him feel good to be around you.
He likes to do this thing where he rocks you back and forth in his arms. You remembered the first time he did it was when you were juniors in high school. You embarrassed yourself in front of a guy you liked at the time and felt down for the whole day. It wasn’t until after school where you were forced to tag along with Felix and Chan to eat pizza which made you feel better. Although you weren’t by the time you met up with them, both caught the sight of your glossy eyes.
Felix said he had to head back early because he needed to study for a bio test, but you and Chan both knew he would end up playing video games instead. Chan bought you a smoothie and walked you home since it was on the way to his. Before he let you go, he gave you a bear crushing hug, rocking you back and forth while telling you to cheer up and stop being a crybaby. His way of cheering you up always made you laugh and feel warm inside.
Chan was your big, swol teddy bear.
Fuck it, you liked him... It didn’t matter. You will deal with it later.
“Did you really think I’d give them back?” He playfully teased.
“If you did, I will never make you anything ever again. Ungrateful jerk,” you huffed, pretending to be angry.
“Nah, I’d never,” he said softly.
“When are you leaving?” You said, your voice a little muffled from being too close against his jacket.
“Pretty soon. We’re just waiting for my dad to get off his food coma.”
“Ohh okay.”
Still hugging you, Chan felt like he really needed to say it. You already know though and it wouldn’t change anything, but a strange feeling of realization hit him. As cheesy as it sounds, he wanted to give you a light kiss on your forehead. Wow, he likes you and he is finally sure of his feelings.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna miss you,” Chan took a deep breath, “I always do, so don’t be a crybaby when I leave.”
↫ vi ↬
Chan rushed back to his dorm, feeling a surge of inspiration out of nowhere. It was a pain to sit through the last half of class when he was so eager to leave. He was excited to hop on his keyboard to work on a mix.
Once he stepped into his room, he dumped his backpack onto the floor and stripped off his hoodie, tossing it onto the bed. Then, he pulled out the keyboard pad from his desk and began to set up his laptop and headphones.
It was perfect.
Chan was afraid he’d lose the beat or lyrics that came to his mind earlier, but he got it down pretty quick. Now, the hard part. He had to find a way for it to flow smoothly together. He hummed, his head bobbing to the new beat, but something was still lacking.
“Maybe if I move this here, the transitioning would be a lot better,” Chan clicked on his mouse and dragged one of the clips, inserting it into the mix. When he replayed the sound, he smiled in content.
CB97’s back, baby.
Just when he felt like he could add in another element, an incoming call interrupted his train of thought. It was from you.
He picked up the call and swiped into the clock app to check the time zone in Sydney. His eyes widened, why were you calling him 12:30 in the morning? Did something happen?
“Hello? Y/N?” Chan said to the other line.
“I’m bored,” you said.
He laughed. “Why are you calling me? Are you by yourself?”
“No,” you replied, shaking your head, “I’m with Lix, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Changbin. Eww, Lix just threw up in the bushes.”
Chan cringed at the sound of his best friend hurling on the other line. It reminded him of the last time he went bar hopping with you and everyone. Now that Chan knew you were drinking, it was obvious you were drunk too.
“Why’d you call?”
“I don’t know.”
He raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t know… Hyunjin started calling his girlfriend midway through finishing his drink. Then Changbin called his to confess how much he likes her. And don’t get me started on Jisung,” you tiredly watched Jisung rub soothing circles on Felix’s back.
“What about Jisung?” Chan chuckled, urging you to continue.
“He FaceTimed his girlfriend and said he loves her and misses her even though he knows she’s going to kick his ass for getting drunk,” you sighed.
“Then what?”
“Felix didn’t have anyone to call. He only searched up Momo on google images and angrily pointed at Heechul to treat her right or else he would fly to Korea to square up,” you laughed, starting to feel a little sick too.
“What about you? Did you have anyone to call?” Chan removed himself from his desk and plopped onto his bed.
“No, only you. There’s no one else to call, I don’t like anyone else,” you said truthfully.
“Wow, so I was your last resort,” he joked.
You felt liquid courage giving you a booster. Shaking your head, you sighed deeply as you watched Felix cough up the last of his partially digested pizza. “Never, I like you too much. I didn’t call anyone else because you’re the only one I want to talk to. So, no. Not my last resort, more like my automatic first choice,” you confessed.
“Sure.”
“No, I mean it. I love you so much. I just want to hug you all day long. You have no idea how much I miss you,” you whined.
Chan’s smile faltered and his heart began to race. There’s no way you meant that, did you?
“How much did you drink?”
“Enough to feel like throwing up but not enough to actually throw up,” you groaned at the unsettling feeling in your stomach.
“Will you remember what you just said to me when you wake up tomorrow?”
“Of course. I always remember! Remember, you said I would someday drunk call somebody. Well, you were right,” you giggled.
Boy, he hoped so. Chan was shaken but couldn’t do much because you were intoxicated. If you did like him, he wanted you to confess when you’re actually sober. That way, Chan would know you were being serious.
“Who’s not wasted? Can you hand them your phone?” Chan rolled in his bed while anxiously waiting.
“Hello?” A familiar raspy voice asked.
“Hey Bin, is everyone sleeping over at someone’s house tonight?”
“Oh, hey,” Changbin said tiredly, “Yeah, we’re going to head back to Felix’s soon. Just haven’t called an Uber yet because Y/N’s been on the phone. Everyone’s phones pretty much died.”
“That’s good,” Chan mumbled to himself, “Can you do me a favor and take care of Y/N for me? Just make sure she gets into a bed and drinks a glass of water before she sleeps. She’ll be fine by the time you guys get to the house since she sobers pretty fast.”
“Honestly, you should be here. She’s been talking about you all night long, but it’s Gucci. I’m gonna take care of everyone,” Changbin nonchalantly shrugged. It was no biggie to him.
“Just keep an eye out for her and everyone else,” Chan sighed.
Changbin nodded, “Yessir. I am going to order an Uber now, I’ll talk to you later. Oh shit, Y/N just threw up.”
“What? Wait-“
Although Chan’s heart was still pounding, he figured to leave it until tomorrow when you sobered up. He couldn’t stop rolling in his bed and suddenly felt more homesick. He didn’t know whether or not he should call you first thing tomorrow after his brunch with a classmate. Or maybe he should wait for you to say something?
Either way, you drove him nuts. Both good and bad.
The next morning, you stormed downstairs to look for the person who made you go out last night. He slept on the couch, snoring lightly and draped an arm over his eyes.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” you angrily tossed one of the couch pillows at a hungover Felix.
Felix tiredly rubbed his eyes. You woke him up and he palmed every spot on the couch for his phone. “What now?” He asked.
“I should’ve never gone with you guys. I’m screwed,” you said in distress.
“You’re so LOUD, I’m TRYNA SLEEP Y/N,” Jisung crankily got up from the couch and walked into Felix’s room to join Changbin under the covers.
“What did I do?” Felix asked again.
“I should have never gone drinking last night. I fucked up everything, I can’t bear to see Chan or even talk to him again,” you said, pacing back and forth in front of the TV.
Felix laughed, “Did you drunk call him and confess?”
“I think so, something along the lines of that,” you tried to remember your exact words but brain fart.
“Oh shit,” he chuckled.
“It’s not funny,” you began tearing up, “I messed up everything. It won’t be the same anymore. I don’t want Chan to avoid and stop talking to me because of these stupid feelings.”
Alarmed with your glossy eyes, Felix jumped from the couch even though he still felt nauseous from last night. He patted your back, holding in a laugh when you blinked away some tears. You reminded him of Jeongin. “Y/N, you’re worrying over nothing. Chan’s not going to do that to you, trust me. You know, confessions don’t mean much when you’re drunk.”
Sniffling, you asked him, “What do you mean they don’t mean much when you’re drunk? There’s truth to those words.”
“Being intoxicated makes you say a lot of things you would not choose to say if you were sober. One time, I even said Changbin’s arms were hot. Can you believe that?” He scoffed.
“Yeah, I mean, they’re pretty thick.”
Felix rolled his eyes, “The point is, confessions are meaningful when you’re sober. There’s something about being fully aware of your words and having the courage to say it without having to rely on liquid courage. Your confession was most likely taken lightly. You were just letting a friend know you miss him, like a lot, but that’s it.”
“So everything will be okay?”
“Yes, so stop worrying.”
↫ vii ↬
But everything wasn’t okay.
Chan kicked off his shoes and fell into bed right after his last final. It’s been almost two weeks since he last talked to you (you drunk calling him in the middle of the day), and he felt stuck. When he sent you messages and memes, you wouldn’t respond or would leave him on read. Sometimes, it’d be a miracle if you gave him short responses. Even then, the atmosphere was off and he didn’t know how to keep initiating without the conversation being cut short.
On days like this, it’d be perfect to compose something, anything. However, Chan kept deleting newly recorded beats, dissatisfied with its quality and flow. He gave up and quit all his open programs.
Without thinking about the different time zones, Chan went on Discord. His cursor hovered over your icon before he clicked on it. It’s now or never, he thought. Chan felt his heart pounding over a simple video call. He didn’t even know if you were going to answer. It’s better to not get his hopes up.
When the server rang, he anxiously clicked open some tabs to respond to Felix and check Facebook.
“Hello?” You asked, dreading the moment he called you.
“Y/N?” Chan asked, surprised you answered. He stared at the monitor, taking in the image of you working on something in your notebook.
“Hey,” you sighed.
Chan’s brows furrowed. He grew concerned at the time of your voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m just tired. You know, the same thing always happening at school and work,” you lied, avoiding his stare. His gaze was still piercing through a screen.
“Doesn’t seem like it. You usually talk about school and work, but you haven’t been doing so lately. Let alone at all,” Chan sadly stared at the screen as you pretended to be writing something important down.
“Sorry, I’ve been pretty stressed lately. I haven’t had the time to talk or call,” you apologized, feeding him another lie. Oh, but he knew you were avoiding him.
“You should’ve sent me a message or called me at least. It’s better to talk about it, Y/N. Keeping worries to yourself only make matters worse.”
“I’ll try to.”
Fed up with the tension, Chan frustratedly combed his hair with his fingers, “Cut the bullshit Y/N. I know you’ve been ignoring me. If it’s about that night you drunk called me, I’ll drop it. I know you don’t do homework at this time, especially on a Friday night.”
You dropped your pencil and stayed silent. Chan could only do so much on a screen. He stared at you, waiting for you to respond. It was dead silent because you could hear his hallmates talking in a foreign language as they passed by his door.
“Are you really not going to say anything?”
Finally looking up, you wiped off the tears that fell down to your cheeks, sighing. Chan sat up in his chair, worried he messed up. He thought you were going to end the call but held in a breath when you said, “What am I supposed to say? That, I’m sorry for having feelings for you? You say you can easily drop it, but I can’t.”
Chan let his hand cover his mouth, trying to hide his troubled expression. “Who said it was easy to drop it?”
“It’s not, but I screwed up… You’re aware of my feelings towards you. I can still remember that night’s conversation, and I know you do as well,” you covered your face, you didn’t want him to see you crying and looking like Rudolph, “It’s just going to be awkward for us the next time we’ll see each other. Everyone will sense it too. You’ll end up avoiding me.”
“Why do you say that? How can I avoid you? I’ve known you for years. That’s the least of your worries,” Chan said, frowning at your reasoning. He was utterly baffled.
You slammed your palms onto the desk. “How is that the least of my worries? I like you more than a friend would, Chan. I have feelings for you, but I feel like I’m on the verge of losing one of the closest people in my life, you.”
You were both practically raising your voices on each other.
He frustratedly started off strong, “What if you said those words to me when you were drunk but don’t actually mean it when you’re sober,” but finished in a small voice, “Then what?”
“But that didn’t happen, so there’s no point in bringing up another possibility,” you softly said.
“So what? Are you going to take back what you said? Because you can’t.”
Your heart dropped, and you wanted to bawl. “W-what?”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized and ended the call.
You shut off your laptop and sat in your chair crying. When you got into bed, you curled into a ball with a tissue box beside you. You felt horrible. Everything was a mess. After going through twenty-something tissues, the mini trash can by your desk was filled with snot balls and evaporated tears. Exhausted and too tired to cry anymore, your eyelids slowly dropped until a notification popped up on the screen of your phone.
It was a Surprise LIVE! from Monsta X.
You chucked your phone away and it fell off the bed and onto the wooden floor. As if you cared about watching them live right now. If your ultimate bias couldn’t cheer you up with his smile, nothing could.
You retrieved your phone to find a message from Chan. He only sent you a link directing you to Spotify playlist titled:
↫ viii ↬
“I’m back and you didn’t even come with Lix to the airport to come to get me? I’m so hurt,” Chan pretended to be offended. He placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt as you laughed at his attempt to be petty. Afterward, he excused himself to change into a more comfortable outfit and muted you on Discord.
When Chan finally unmuted the call, you blew a raspberry and stuck your tongue out at the camera. “I couldn’t, I was out of town. I just got back an hour ago,” you yawned, stretching your arms into the air. Then you spun around in your chair, coming to a complete stop when you saw him wearing a new sweatshirt.
“I knowww,” Chan dragged, taking a seat in front of his monitor again, “I’m surprised I’m not that jet lag.”
“It’ll catch up to you, trust me,” you rolled your eyes at the memory of your own jet lag experience. It was horrible. “Is that new? The quality looks expensive, what’s it made of?” You asked about his sweatshirt.
Chan touched the black fabric, pinching it between his fingers to emphasize his next words, “You can say it’s… boyfriend material…” He shyly laughed when you palmed your face at his cheesy joke, but you were laughing too. “I’M JOKING, ENOUGH,” he smiled.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be wearing that, Chan,” you teased.
He looked down at his sweatshirt, searching for any flaws. “Why? Does it look ugly on me?”
“Nope,” you said, shaking your head, “You’re a fraud.”
“For what?”
“As much as you’re wearing something that’s boyfriend material, are you boyfriend material?” You teased him again as he could only smile back at you. He took your hint pretty well.
Chan pretended to shrug and spun in his chair. He briefly stared at the ceiling, thinking of what to say next. When Chan looked into the lens, he chuckled softly, “Can I? Or shall I?”
“Can you what?” You didn’t get it.
“Be your boyfriend.”
You blushed and fell silent. Chan wiggled his eyebrows, feeling like he won this time. It was your turn to get teased by him. He was about to say something but you beat him to it.
“Ask me again in person,” you looked away from the screen of your laptop to hide your warm cheeks.
“Can I? Or shall I?”
“What?”
“Come over now,” Chan eagerly suggested.
It was obvious that he was super excited and wanted to see you in person. He was like a kid on a sugar high.
“Can I? Or shall I?”
When his joke was being repeated by someone else other than him, you, he tilted his head in confusion. “What?” He asked.
“Can I? Or shall I? Be your girlfriend.”
Bang Chan didn’t even have to think twice. “Yes.”
“Well, come on and get over here then,” you laughed.
“Be there in fifteen.”
↫ ix ↬
“Wow, that movie is so good. It’s the best one I’ve seen all year long,” Chan gushed as you searched for places to grab a quick drink before going home.
You both had just finished watching Parasite, a movie about a lower class family benefiting from a wealthy family. From the trailers you’ve watched with Chan, you both thought it was going to be some kind of horror movie. However, the plot was totally unexpected and kept you on your toes.
Chan paid attention to the road but felt your eyes land on him. You smiled, adding on to what he was probably going to say next, “I’d say it deserves a ten out of ten from me.”
You navigated him to the nearest boba shop. To Chan’s luck, he found an open parking spot a few shops away from the place. When you got out of the car, the strong breeze hit your face, causing you to scrunch your nose. Chan noticed, so he put your hood on and tightly pulled onto the strings of your hoodie. You squealed, leaning away as he laughed.
As you kept walking, you were tired of having your hand brush against his. So, you took his hand into yours, slowly entwining your fingers with his while holding them up to show him. Chan covered his face because he found you so cute. He wanted to give you a hug.
“Can I see your wallet?” Chan asked.
You didn’t know why but you gave it to him anyway. You were fine with it since he’s already seen your cringy IDs since high school. “Why, what are you going to do with it?”
He ignored your question and approached the cashier, leaving you in the booth by yourself, asking, “Hi, can I get two roasted rice milk teas? Yeah, and with boba too.”
Then, Chan brought his phone out of his pocket, using Apple Pay as you stood there in disbelief. He walked back to the booth, taking your hand in his and returned your wallet. “Wow, you’re sly,” you slapped his hand away.
Chan chuckled, playing with the order number at his fingertips, “You can pay next time.”
“Oh, I will,” you stuck your tongue out.
Once your drinks were out, Chan drove you back to your place. You sat in the car with him, getting nervous when he turned off the engine. “Do you wanna… “ He threw in a suggestion.
You didn’t even let him finish. “W-wanna what?”
Chan held back a small laugh, “I was wondering,” and he paused, “If you wanted to take a stroll around the neighborhood before we call it a night.”
You wanted to repeatedly slap your forehead for having inappropriate thoughts in the first place. When you didn’t give Chan an answer, he threw in another suggestion. “Unless it’s too cold outside, we can go back to my place and hang out with Berry,” he shrugged.
Your eyes lit up at the mention of Berry. Your love for dogs was the same as it was for boba, and you excitedly nodded. Chan shook his head and rolled eyes his at your childlike reaction. He started his car again, reversing to give him some leeway and drove into the streets. His place wasn’t far from yours, it was only a five-minute drive and a fifteen-minute walk.
After parking his car into the driveway, you bolted out of your seat and waited for him to catch up to you at the door. Chan teased you for being more excited to see Berry instead of him. When you said, ‘Of course,’ he stopped in the middle of unlocking the door and raised an eyebrow.
Chan leaned in to whisper into your ear, “You can find your own ride back home, then.”
He bit his lip to prevent a smile from forming on his lips when you linked your arms with his, saying ‘sorry’ while begging him to drive you back home later. Of course, Chan was going to take you back. He wanted to make sure you were heading into your house safe and sound. When he finally unlocked the door, Berry woke up and shook herself before approaching the familiar scent of her owner. You heard small footsteps and the bell of her collar tinkling as she walked up to you and Chan.
He petted her head, giving it a quick scratch before kicking his shoes off. You crouched down to pet Berry while she heavily sniffed your ankles and socks. There was a dog scent coming from you because you have a dog back at home too.
Chan flipped on the lights and went to the kitchen to dump his empty drink into the motion sensor trash bin. When he walked into the living room, you had Berry laying flat on your chest and stomach. Her head pointed towards you and she cutely blinked, slowly beginning to fall asleep until Chan sat next to you.
She got up, edging herself between you two and laid on her stomach, waiting for Chan to give her a belly rub. As he rubbed her belly, you looked around the living room and noticed the house was quiet. “Where’s everybody?” You asked.
“Hannah’s at a sleepover and Lucas went with my parents to see a show. So I guess it’s just you and me.”
“Oh.”
“Wanna see what I’ve been working on?”
“Sure,” you nodded, feeling nervous again. Chan carried Berry back to her doggie bed by the fireplace, giving her one last pet before heading upstairs with you. When you walked into his room, you rolled your eyes at the giant monitors on his desk. Chan turned on his computer, satisfied with its smooth powering up, and typed in his password when the login appeared onto the screen.
Distracted by his light-up keyboard and mouse, you weren’t aware of him asking you to have a seat on his bed. Chan shook his head, handing you the mouse. “Go for it,” he offered you to change the color of his setup.
When you handed back the mouse, Chan searched for a folder titled: CB97 and clicked on a file that opened into an audio clip. He played it for you, a soft smile appearing on his lips when you bobbed to the beat. “Do you have a name for this song in the making?”
“I’m thinking of… Hoodie Season?”
“I like that title,” you fell onto the bed as he played more clips for you to hear. When your eyelids were slowly beginning to droop, both yours and Chan’s phone buzzed. It was a Snapchat notification from Hyunjin.
You reached into your butt pocket, whipping out your phone to take a look at whatever irrelevant thing Hyunjin would send to you at this time. When you opened his message, it was a recorded memory from a couple weeks back.
“Yo, I’m sick as fuuu-“ Felix hyped himself until he threw up into the nearest bush outside of the local bar. Thank god the snap ended before you could see anything coming out, but it was still fun to watch.
You giggled and pressed onto the next video.
“I miss you, I love you, and I know you’re going to kick my ass when you see me tomorrow,” Jisung whined to his girlfriend on the phone, “If you kick my ass, you will regret it. Then, you won’t have a nice ass to look at and touch anymore.”
Then the camera pointed at you. “You’re so gross,” you fake gagged and took out your own phone to dial your crush, “God, I miss Chan.”
Before you could finish watching the whole thing, you internally screamed inside your head and quickly skipped that part. “What was that?” Chan asked, plopping onto the bed to watch the video when he heard his name being said out loud.
You immediately chucked the screen away, facing it down onto the bed, “Nothing.”
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Chan said, trying to peer over your shoulder.
Shaking your head, you tried to roll away, but he wrapped an arm around your waist, reaching for your phone with his free hand. You pleaded for him to not look, and he did exactly the opposite.
Chan watched your drunk self confessing to him on the phone from that night. No matter how hard you’d try to wriggle out of his grasp and steal your phone back, he was too strong for you to do so. When the part where you handed your phone to Changbin came up, Hyunjin flipped the camera back to selfie mode to display his face.
Hyunjin drunkenly pointed his index finger at the camera, trying to prove a point. “And that’s how you get back at Jisung and Y/N.” Several moments later, his eyes widened, “OH My GOD, Y/N.”
You guessed the recording ended when you threw up. Not a good memory.
Your mouth went agape. Hyunjin did both you and Jisung dirty.
“I’m going to kill him,” you said, clenching your fist.
“And I’m going to screen record that from my phone,” Chan laughed, extending his arm to the desk for his phone until you pushed his shoulders back down. He landed onto the bed with a light thud, wrapping his arms around your waist again. Chan stared at your flushed cheeks, softly chuckling at your persistence to prevent him from watching your most embarrassing moment in life once more.
You glanced down to his lips, admiring his prominent cupid’s bow and held in a breath. Chan stared into your eyes, his eyes trailing down your nose, and then to your lips lovingly. Grinning like a fool, he was happy to have you as his and in his arms. Chan bit his lip, stopping the softest smile from spreading across his lips. He knew he failed to keep his cool. While his grip on your waist loosened, he brought a hand to your cheek, gently cupping it with his smooth palm.
Chan leaned in, a small smirk quirking at the corner of his lips when you nervously gulped. You didn’t even have time to think because his lips were suddenly on yours. Chan pressed on slowly, grabbing your thigh to hitch you closer to him. You fluttered your eyes shut, savoring the taste of his lips as he took control. Chan loved the feeling of having your hands run down from his shoulders and to his chest. He’s honestly the master of the teasing game, lightly nipping at your bottom lip and flicking his tongue at the entrance of your mouth. Before he could deepen the kiss, he flipped you over, so that you’d be lying under him instead. Chan didn’t know where the night would take him and you didn’t either.
But it is what it is, so he made sure to lock the door, just in case.
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Head On Collision, Part 2
Splitting up the editing duties made things go by quicker, but it meant she had to finish her editing 10 minutes earlier than Byounggon. She’d agreed to pick him up before going to Nectar to finalize their documentary. As she was double checking on the working title card to make sure it was a hard cut and not a crossfade there was a knock on her door.
“I brought you eclairs from that French bakery you like!” she heard Piti’s voice say loudly.
“Hey sis,” she greeted once she’d gotten up to open her door. “What brings you here?”
“BX said you’re both busy editing, so I wanted to bring you some fuel.” Piti held up a square box with blue printing on the lid of the box. “I snagged the last of the eclairs.”
“Thanks,” she replied, walking to sit back at the kitchen table. “I’ll eat it when I’m done editing. I do appreciate it, but I have a lot of work to do. What’s up?”
“Would you tell mom that you and I are going to Las Vegas together next weekend?”
“No.” Her attention focused on her laptop screen.
“Suchin! Please? My friends and I just want to do a triple 21st birthday celebration. You know mom won’t get it. But if my responsible older sister is the one I’m going to Vegas with, mom won’t be checking in on me every 5 seconds.”
“I won’t tell her about your birthday celebration, but don’t make me lie that I did anything with you. Is that the only reason why you’re here? I don’t want to be a bitch, but I’m busy.”
“Sis,” Piti sat down next to her and took her hand, “don’t overwork yourself? Your stresses have made you impatient.”
“You sound like Yuta,” she replied mindlessly, typing a response to Byounggon on her phone. He had just texted to inform her that he finished editing and was taking his dog out for a bathroom break. How was it possible that he was ahead of schedule and she was behind?
“Oh, how is Yuta?” Piti asked, her voice sounding lighter than usual.
“He’s failing 2 classes, and he hasn’t even started on his final essay. What’s your point, Piti? I only need to edit the last bit.”
“Rush, rush, rush. Do you...um, like him?”
She paused, looking up to see Piti pulling out a fat chocolate eclair from the patisserie box. Piti took a large bite, staring expectantly at her. Suchin picked up her bottle of water before taking a drink. She and Piti didn’t talk about Yuta much - Piti was always more interested in her own social life which Suchin only ever half listened to - and Suchin didn’t quite believe whatever it was she had with Yuta would be considered dating.
“He’s fun to be around,” she said with a casual shrug. “Are you into him? I can put in a good word.”
“No thanks. Yuta doesn’t interest me. Wouldn’t it be something if you ended up destined together? That would make me, like, your fairy godmother.”
“Piti, I need to work.”
She chose to go with the simple route in dealing with her sister’s antics. If she wasted energy telling her sister to stop with the childish teasing, she would never get work done. It was easier to brush her off until Piti was bored enough to go back home.
It only took her another 5 minutes of semi-ignoring her sister for Suchin to get Piti out the door. As soon as she was alone, there was a phone call from Yuta. She tried her best to resist temptation and let it go to voicemail, but picked up. Piti was correct to say that she needed to relieve some stress, and Yuta’s stories were good distractions.
“Hey, I’m editing your concert into the documentary right now,” she said as a greeting, putting the call on speaker.
“I trust that you’ll make me look my best,” he said, his voice calm. “BX said you were the TA in Mrs. Nasri’s Metaphysics class-”
“-During my senior year for my undergrad,” she interjected. “Yuta, if you need help, come to me at the library while I’m working. I can point you to resources, I’m not going to help you cheat while I’m doing my own schoolwork.”
“It was worth asking.”
“Have you heard back about the 5 week tour in the South West?”
He’d auditioned to join a small indie tour during the middle of the summer months of June and July. The pay wouldn’t be great, but the exposure would be good for his music, but especially for his branding if he wanted to network with various brands interested in sponsorships. Most of all, he just wanted to live his life creating his music, and she couldn’t help but be supportive of his dreams.
“I’ll find out maybe next week.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Good. The sponsors told my manager that they liked my aesthetics. I think that means I’ve got it in the bag.”
As Yuta talked about his manager struggling with his desires to get sponsors with cannabis companies, she focused on the video editing, knowing Byounggon was the sound guy. He’d become confident with sound mixing and editing music. Yuta had connected him to some of his friends who worked in media. She glanced at the time and sighed. She had to leave for Byounggon’s soon.
“Is this a real story or are you making this up?” she asked, finding the brand “Stoney’s” a little too on the nose.
“Have you ever been to a dispensary?”
“I have. It’s a lot like a liquor store, but you know, it’s pot. There are a million brands, I can’t keep up. Stoney’s sounds too juvenile.”
“What do you think would make for a good pot brand, then?”
“Perhaps Green Mary’s? Keef N Things? Those have to be brands, already, right?”
“You should have gone into marketing.”
“Gross, Yuta. I would never.”
She packed her things as Yuta kept her on the line, trying to explain the premise to the latest manga he’d been reading. It was about a human-like assassin robot. His voice always seemed to take on a tone she could never get with him when they were speaking person to person. It only appeared when they would talk on the phone and she was doing research or editing, and he would talk about whatever was on his mind.
Letting him know that it helped her focus on work would inflate his ego so much she’d be able to charge people for hot air balloon rides. So instead, she picked up his calls and let him talk about whatever was on his mind. He knew that she found his voice comforting, sometimes uttering, “ASMR” very slowly until she cursed at him to stop messing around.
With their current conversation, he somehow shifted the topic to pancakes. One of his roommates had made some and she groaned as she locked up the door to her place, throwing her backpack over her shoulder. It would be easier if she hung up with him, but he was talking about strawberries. She didn’t want him to stop talking.
“It was so red,” he said. “A bright red! But it tasted like nothing, so Doyoung told us to sprinkle sugar on it.”
“Yuta, I have to let you go,” she said, walking toward her car. “Byounggon and I will have a late night session at Nectar.”
“You want company?” he asked.
“I want cheese and spicy tteokbokki, can you make it happen?” she replied, throwing her backpack into the passenger seat. They finally finished their call with each other as she started the car.
Byounggon looked comfortable greeting the waiter when they arrived at Nectar 20 minutes later. He found a large booth at the west end of the diner to set up his laptops. Lucas was tall and friendly, always one to ask Suchin if she needed a refill on her drinks. According to Byounggon, Lucas was musically gifted too but he was more interested in acting and opening a pizza shop one day.
“Do you want orange juice or water?” Lucas asked Suchin when she was setting up her laptop across from Byounggon.
“One of each, please,” she replied. “Is Yuta here?”
“Always thinking about me,” she heard him say from behind her.
“Bro, can you show me your cake slices?” Byounggon asked Lucas immediately. Suchin wanted to tell him to stop making her interactions with Yuta so uncomfortable whenever he was around them, but he never allowed her the opportunity. Lucas grinned from ear to ear as he looked from Yuta to Suchin, slowly following Byounggon to the front counter.
“Given that you’re one of the subjects to my documentary, obviously,” she said, shrugging. They learned to ignore Byounggon’s interruptions together. “Yuta, were you able to make the tteokbokki happen?”
“It’s happening,” he replied with a nod as he sat down next to her, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “The only thing is, if you want to eat it, I’ll feed you. You need to focus on your project.”
“You and Piti have been reading the same manga series, haven’t you?” she asked, feeling heat hit her shoulders as he gave her a gentle hug. “Don’t feed me.”
“So you want me to take you to a place where they serve creme brulee for dessert? Fine, I’ve made reservations for dinner at Olivier’s next Thursday. All I need is for you to accept my invitation.”
“I didn’t hear it in the form of a question,” she said, connecting her laptop to the diner’s WiFi.
“Suchin, will you let me take you out on a date?”
“So long as you promise not to feed me,” she replied, making him give a dry chuckle.
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The French restaurant, Olivier’s, had been good, and though they could have gotten creme brulee for dessert, Suchin opted for a slice of chocolatey Opera Cake. It had been a good slice of cake, so much so that Yuta ate the majority of the slice she ordered. She was licking the last bit of frosting off the fork in her hand when Yuta paid for their dinner.
“If I was to guess,” she said as Yuta gently wrapped an arm around her waist when she stood from her chair, “you’re in a rush.”
“What makes you say that?” he asked with half a grin, pulling her body closer to his as they walked out of Olivier’s.
“You’re walking faster than usual,” she said, half trotting in her platform heels. Yuta had parked near the front doors; there was no reason to rush.
“All that sugar in the cake is making me hyper,” he said, a bright smile appearing as he opened the passenger door for her.
“Can I drive us home?” she asked. Wordlessly, he held the keys to his blue Acura ILX out to her.
Amazed by Yuta’s trust with her, Suchin took off her yellow heels before adjusting the driver’s seat. Yuta placed her shoes in his lap when she started the car. Her dad taught her how to drive both automatic and manual cars, emphasizing that not all places will offer the luxury of an automatic shifting car.
“I had to swear to my dad that I wouldn’t use any of the lessons to teach my cousins how to become better street racers,” she said when they were stopped at a red street light.
“Your cousins are street racers?”
“This was when I was 16. They likely grew out of that phase. If they haven’t, we certainly don’t talk about it anymore at family functions. Did you learn how to drive in Osaka?”
“I did. My dad also taught me how to drive. It’s not a necessity but he loves cars, so he taught me.”
She’d pulled up to park at the front of her complex. Right when Yuta opened up a little about himself it was time to say goodnight. Even during their interviews for the documentary, Yuta hadn’t said much about his home life. He’d only talked about his father inspiring his love for football, and that his parents supported the choices he’d made in his life.
She turned to look at him and brushed the loose tendrils away from his forehead. As her eyes drifted to his lips, she knew that she wanted to kiss him. Unable to be brave enough to make the bold move, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. His hand touched her chin as he shifted to capture her gaze.
“I don’t expect anything from you,” he said, his eyes staring at her lips as he tilted her head up to bring their lips closer together, “but I want you so much right now.”
“Yuta,” she breathed against his lips, the heat from his breath sent shivers down her back. He released her chin, and she fell forward against his body, pressing her lips against his.
Her hand slid down the side of his body as she felt his lips capture her lower lip, sucking on it. His hands grabbed her wrists, breaking their kiss as she’d begun to push her tongue into his mouth.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, out of breath. She felt her chest heaving as she took in deep breaths. Her body was growing hot, and she wanted to pull her leather pants off as they made her thighs sweaty. The lace fabric of her bra was beginning to irritate her, and she squirmed as she felt an itch on her back where her bra strap was rubbing against her shoulder blade.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked in response. “You’re squirming a lot. We can stop if you want.”
“Do you think I’m a prude?” she asked, locking eyes with him. “I mean, I’m not as experienced as my sister, but once I find a partner I think I’m a good lover.”
“What’s your specialty?”
“You mean, what I’m most confident about?” The left side of his lips quirked up into a soft grin. His hold was firm and he was completely still as he waited for her response. “I’m good on my knees.”
Yuta directed her hand to his crotch, and he gave an audible sigh as she pressed her hand against his growing erection. She’d never had a partner so easily turned on. A sharp shiver rode up her back as he reached up to touch her face. She smiled and bit her bottom lip as she realized that the adrenaline coursing through her body was pride at turning him on in such a way.
“What’s your specialty?” she asked, pulling away from his touch. He grunted as she stopped touching him to sit up straight.
“My tongue,” he said, touching her hand gently.
“Bold,” she replied, out of breath, feeling blood rush up her head. She turned his car off and handed the keys back to him. “Put your money where your mouth is, then, Rock Star.”
As soon as they were inside, Yuta pressed his body up against her back, pinning her front against the front door. She moaned as she struggled to lock her door, his hands gripping her hips and his lips kissing her neck. He began thrusting against her in desperate, feral motions, no pattern to his thrusts. His hardened cock was heating up against her ass cheeks, and she shivered in anticipation of feeling him inside of her.
“Clothes off,” he ordered when she’d flicked the kitchen lights on. He took her hand into his as she tried to switch the kitchen lights off and turn the living room lamp on instead. He was less concerned about the lighting, so they sat in semi darkness as she fell onto her couch.
She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth. His hands groped her breasts for a moment before reaching down to pull her shirt off. When they broke their kiss she reached over to help him unbutton his shirt as he tossed her shirt aside. She shut her eyes as she licked his ear, flicking his earlobe with her tongue as her fingers popped his smooth buttons out from his silk shirt.
“What turns me on the most about you?” Yuta asked, taking her hands into his hold. He pulled them apart so they would look at each other. “Guess.”
“That I’m a smart ass?” she replied, unsure with what Yuta wanted. Her mind was focused on getting him naked.
He laughed, his smile so big his teeth shone in the illuminating dark. He had her stand between his legs, his erection pitching an obvious tent against his baggy jeans as he poked against her stomach. Their eyes were connected as he looked up at her, and she rested her hands onto his shoulders as she looked down at him.
The whites of his eyes were the only parts of his body she could make out clearly as his face was hidden in shadow. She pressed her body against him as she felt his fingers graze over her ass cheeks. He slid his fingers up toward the small dip of her back, and then back down slowly toward the curve of her ass cheeks. One hand squeezed her tight, kneading her ass.
“You’ve got a smart ass and a beautiful one,” he replied, kneading both of her ass cheeks with his hands. She felt blood rushing to her groin, making her squeeze her thighs together as she dug her nails into his shoulders.
“You’re an ass man?” she asked, smiling down at him. He returned the smile, refusing to break eye contact as he kissed the cleavage of her chest. His lips were wet and his tongue licked the spot he’d just kissed.
“I’m an everything man,” he said before nipping a soft bite against the exposed skin of her right breast. She jumped gently with a yelp as the pain felt like a shock hit her spine. She slapped his shoulder with a soft laugh. “But it’s hard to deny that it’s your ass that eats up my mind.”
She bent down and kissed him gently before reaching down to unzip her pants. It took both of their hands to pull her sticky leather pants off of her, her sweat causing her pants to cling to her skin. Blood rushed up to her head, making her dizzy as Yuta turned her around so he could get a complete view of her ass in her red lace hipster panties.
His finger hooked under the lining as he slid his finger down her ass cheek before pulling the fabric away and releasing it, letting it snap back against her skin. She shivered, her right hand holding onto the arm chair of the couch for support. His hand pet her ass cheek before his lips kissed the bare skin of her ass cheek. His fingers pulled her panties up to reveal more skin as he continued to kiss her ass cheek. His lips were soft and warm, and she licked her bottom lip before biting it as she felt his tongue begin to press against her skin.
“What do you want to do to me, Yuta?” she asked as he pulled her panties down, rolling them down her thighs to her knees.
He had her face down on his lap as he sat back on the couch, pulling her panties off before his hand slapped her ass in very gentle pats. “But harder,” he said as he cupped her ass with one hand, giving it a firm squeeze. His hand returned to caressing her ass gently. “We’ll have to talk about that later, but tonight, can I play with you?”
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.
He slid his hand between her legs and she moaned as she felt his middle finger tease the entrance to her cunt. His finger circled around her entrance a couple times, making her shiver. His finger slid up along her slit before pressing against her clit. She gave a soft sigh of approval as she felt his finger softly brush her clit and against one side of her labia, sending deep sensations of heat into her body.
“You’re so wet already, darling.”
She whimpered at the affection in his tone as he called her “darling”. None of her partners before could carry the sophistication needed to carry a pet name so adoring. Her face flushed in red heat, both embarrassed and proud at the way he was giving her affection.
He pushed his finger into her and she bit her bottom lip as the pressure of his finger invading her insides sent a new rush of heat up to her head. She could hardly feel the weight of gravity against her body as she felt like she was floating. She moaned as she felt his finger slide in deeper while the pad of his thumb rubbed her clit. She arched her back as she felt her slick heat rush out to coat his finger.
She reached her hand back to scratch his arm as he finger fucked her with one hand while his other teased her ass. His hand kneading her ass cheeks felt nice, and contrasted well against the pushes of his finger inside of her whenever she’d buck her hips against him.
“You’re leaving such a mess on my pants, darling,” he said as his fingers left her body. He pulled her up, and curled up in his lap, her ass gyrating against his lap.
“I want to come,” she said softly, grabbing onto the front of his shirt as she rested her head against his shoulder. “Are you going to fuck me, Yuta?”
“Fuck,” he groaned as she felt his dick twitch under her. He kissed her neck. Her hands slid under his shirt to touch his hard body. “That foul mouth of yours works well on my cock too.”
“Put that hot cock inside of me, then,” she demanded as she grinded her ass against him.
“Filthy cock tease,” he said with a guffaw as he shifted them around, throwing her front down onto the couch. “Let’s see how good you really are on your knees. Face down, ass up.”
Dutifully, she planted her knees down on the cushions with her legs spread out. She placed a throw pillow under her to hold onto as she rested her head to her left side. If she tilted her head just right, she could look behind her to see Yuta standing behind her. His eyes were focused on her ass as he sat down behind her.
She shut her eyes and panted heavily as she felt Yuta’s tongue push into her cunt, his hands massaging her sweaty ass cheeks. The sensations of his tongue licking along the walls of her vulva made her buck her hips gently. She moaned, feeling his tongue slide down toward the outer folds of her labia. The way he was eating her was new as she’d never been eaten out from behind. All that came out of her mouth was his name; the only thing her mind could focus on was Yuta.
His tongue was warming up her insides, and his teeth and lips found her clit a treat worth sucking on endlessly between wet licks. The feeling of his hands massaging her ass encouraged her to moan as loudly as her vocal cords would allow her as blood coursed deep into her groin. Her fingers hurt from fisting into the throw pillow beneath her as she tried to find her release in all the pleasures Yuta was giving her.
“Don’t stop,” she panted as she felt his tongue assist his finger in fucking her pussy. She thrust herself back into him as his tongue flicked against her vulva, wanting more friction.
“I have to fuck you,” he breathed out, his hands grabbing her hips as he got onto his knees behind her. He grabbed her ass cheek with one hand before releasing hold of her. She groaned as she heard him move around.
“Do you need a condom?” she asked, pushing herself up. “I have condoms in my bathroom.”
“Don’t take long,” he said with a nod.
Her eyes had difficulty leaving him as she stared at his firm body glow in the dimly lit living room. Yuta’s slender hips were wet with sweat, and his well toned chest and shoulders glowed as the fluorescent lights from the kitchen lit him up.
When she returned, she stood between his legs as he stood on his knees on the couch. She gave an appreciative sigh as she felt him wrap his arms around her body, reaching up to unhook her bra. His lips kissed her sweaty shoulder, and his tongue licked the sweat on her neck before sucking on her skin. She shut her eyes as she tried to focus on her fingers unrolling the condom down his shaft.
“Your focus is unmatched, holy fuck,” he guffawed into her neck as his cock twitched in her hands. Her fingers massaged his balls for a few moments, rewarding him for letting her cover him up.
“As a public servant I understand the importance in praticing safe sex,” she couldn’t help joking. They kissed, and she nodded as Yuta gently pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her sex tasted good mixed in with the taste of Yuta in her mouth.
“Filthy darling,” he called her before pressing his tongue against hers.
He broke their kiss to turn her around again. She got onto her knees with him on the couch, letting Yuta press his front to her back for a moment as one hand cupped her breast. Wordlessly, she fell forward, placing the throw pillow under her. She planted her knees shoulder width apart with her ass up in the air again.
She bit her bottom lip as she turned her head back to see Yuta’s eyes focus on his cock entering her from behind. He pushed himself deep into her, his grip on her hips firm as he pulled out and pushed back in roughly. She shut her eyes as he continued his deep, slow pushes, every motion of his cock inside of her lit her nerves on fire.
“Yuta! Please,” she moaned as she felt his hands grab her arms. “I want to come.”
“Are you getting tired?” he asked, a teasing smile appearing as she turned her head over to make eye contact with him. He licked his lips before he helped her up. “Lay against me and I’ll fuck you comfortably, darling.”
He kissed her arm as he directed her to wrap her arm around his neck with her back pressed to his front as they stood on their knees. She shut her eyes for a moment as she felt Yuta thrust into her from behind while one hand rubbed her clit with two fingers. Her whole body was filled with too many pleasurable sensations as he kissed her neck and his other hand wrapped around her body, gripping onto her breast as his fingers teased her nipple with gentle pinches.
“Yuta, I’m going to come,” she said through shaky breaths. It was a blend of his cock hitting her deep as his fingers flicked her clit in soft circular motions that made her come. His mouth sucking on her earlobe encouraged the orgasm to reach a higher peak.
It was a strong orgasm as he bent them forward, resting her front against the side of the couch. He thrust into her in hard, fast pushes. Hot flashes of unfiltered pleasure coursed through her body as his fingers continued to play with her clit, his mouth grazing against her ear as he muttered, “Come all over my cock,” in desperate need.
Every push of his seemed to drive harder into her as he chased for his own release, his hips snapping harshly into her from behind. His muscular body slapped loudly against her thick ass cheeks as she tried to focus on clamping her walls down against his cock as hard as she could. The high she felt was incomparable to any other orgasms she’d ever had, her mind was filled with such euphoria she could hardly let out a noise.
She could only manage his name out in weak pants when she felt him still, balls deep inside of her. He grunted before finally withdrawing from her. Before she could work up the energy to move, still standing on her knees, she felt Yuta sit back down. His hands were gentle as he pulled her onto his lap.
“Let me massage you where it hurts,” he offered, his fingers massaging her right knee before switching over to her left one. His touches relaxed the tension she felt in her knees, softening the ache on her muscles.
“That feels nice,” she said, resting against him. “Do you hurt?”
He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips.
“A little,” he replied, “but we can take care of each other in a little bit. I want to make sure you can walk, because if you can’t, I’ll carry you to your bed.”
“You’re not going to dip out like a jerk, are you?” she asked, running a hand over his chest. His musky scent was addicting. She was resisting the temptation to kiss the wet droplets of sweat off his chest and neck. “If you don’t want anything beyond this, you can leave.”
“Such a pessimist,” he said, touching her cheek. He kissed her. Her back shivered as his lips sent surges of sharp heat into her nerves.“If you don’t like me, just tell me to get out of your place.”
“I want you to stay,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. “It’s not my fault you NCT frat boys have that fuckboy reputation, you know.”
“I’m officially dropping out of my Masters program tomorrow,” he said. “Frat boy no more.”
She sat up and looked at him. Caught up in their lust, she’d forgotten about the rest of the world, including their own personal lives.
“You’re going on tour?” she asked. He nodded.
“Go with me,” he said, reaching a hand up to touch her elbow.
“Go on tour with you?” she said with a laugh. She hadn’t thought what it would mean to date Yuta as a musician. Their dating schedule was likely to be abnormal.
“It’s only 5 weeks,” he said with a serious tone, taking her hand to kiss it. “We’d get to know each other even better as we travel the South West. There’s a concert in Baja, Mexico, out of the country. That’d be romantic. It won’t be for weeks, so give it some thought.”
“This is your pillow talk,” she said, resting back against him. Planning a future, even a short one, with her had brought out the tone she’d never gotten from him outside of the phone calls. “I like when you talk to me like this.” He moved to kiss her. “I’m not saying yes to your road trip, but I am saying I’m interested in a future with you.”
They kissed before finally getting up to get more comfortable in her bed.
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End Part 2 | To Part 3
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c-could u write smth with solid? n him being best problematic pretty boy? 🥺🥺🥺 tyyyyy <3 (dies)
Ohohoh it would be my pleasure~
I think I was both meaner and nicer to Solid than you wanted me to be but here’s Solid on his 21st birthday
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On the morning of February 26th, Solid woke up with stars in his eyes. He dressed quickly and hurried to the dining room, sucking in breaths of air in search of the smells of his favorite breakfast. It wasn’t until the table came into view that he smelled anything at all, and when he did, it was only fresh waffles. No ham, or eggs, or even a quiche. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.
Nozel and Nebra sat at the table, browsing the paper over cups of tea and waffles. “Morning,” Nebra greeted, her pink eyes never leaving the paper.
“You’re up early,” Nozel observed in the same disinterested fashion.
“Yeah.” He padded into the room and sank into a chair. “I was expecting a big breakfast.”
“Oh? Why is that?” Nebra asked.
Solid glowered to stave off a hurt pout. “Don’t you remember what day it is?”
Nozel and Nebra exchanged a puzzled look, but didn’t dwell on the question long before returning to reading. “The Wizard King addresses the public today, but not until this evening, which definitely doesn’t warrant a big breakfast,” Nebra said. Nozel hummed in agreement.
Solid’s shoulders slacked. He picked up a waffle and drowned it in honey. “Yeah, I guess not.”
By the time breakfast was over, Solid decided that his siblings must be playing a trick on him. They’d never made such an error before, so there was no way that this faux pas was intentional. He’d bide his time, and wait for a surprise-- probably at work. Besides, surely his other friends would remember. This was nothing to lose his head about-- even if it was the most important day of his life in six years.
To his surprise, the Silver Eagles base showed no sign of knowing about his special day. He expected some cards on his desk, or a couple casual ‘Happy birthdays’ from other knights, but no one mentioned his birthday at all. There were no cards on his desk, and no presents delivered to his office. Not that he needed presents. He was royalty; he could have anything he wanted. But didn’t the Silver Eagles know how lucky they were for the chance to wish a royal happy birthday? Why wasn’t anybody saying anything? It hadn’t been this way on his last six birthdays, which were far less important.
Maybe he wouldn’t have felt as bad if he had anything to do, but of course this was the day he had no work to catch up on. So halfway through the day, he found himself sitting in his office, glaring at his desk while no one paid him any attention. If he thought it’d make a statement, he’d leave. But it seemed like at this rate, no one would even miss him.
Finally, he decided that this could not go on. His siblings were too busy to notice, and he could dismiss the other knights forgetting (but not forgive them). But there was one person that he was sure hadn’t forgotten. And it wouldn’t hurt to do a little prodding on that front. He pulled out his communicator and dialed Langris’ number. Rubbing the desperation out of his cheeks, he set the communicator to visual mode and set it on his desk.
His boyfriend’s lovely face appeared in a magical hologram above his communicator. “Hello, Solid. What is it?”
“Hello, Langris.” He smiled easily, confident in what he was seeking. “You kept me waiting, so I called you.”
“Did I?”
Solid’s brow twitched. Forcing his smile to persist, he replied, “Yes, you did. Don’t you have something to tell me?”
Langris stared at him until the silence grew awkward. Then, he looked away. “I don’t think so.”
His smile cracked like glass. “You don’t? Are you sure?”
“I’m very busy today. If you want something, just say it.”
“Are you sure that you have nothing to say to me?”
“I have to go. Goodbye, love.” Langris severed the connection, and the hologram vanished.
Solid stared, mouth hanging open in disbelief. Anger clawed at his throat, but only heartbreak pricked at the corners of his eyes. This had to be fake. This could not be happening.
He pushed himself from his desk, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. Solid had always cried easily; a quirk that he blamed on his affinity (even though Noelle didn’t share it with him). He slammed his door open and marched out of the base, straight past several surprised knights, including his brother and sister.
“Solid, where are you going?” Nozel called.
“I’m taking a long lunch!” he barked.
He decided that if no one else was going to treat him, he’d treat himself. He bought a large and luxurious lunch at his favorite restaurant, and wasted the afternoon eating it, alone, by himself. Although plate after plate vanished, he couldn’t trick himself into a good mood, and he couldn’t bring himself to have his first legal drink by himself either. When he was finished, he decided that he’d mope around until he was ready to go home. It was his birthday, and if he wanted to throw a pity party, by God, he was going to.
The evening loomed over him as he made his way back to House Silva. He plodded onto the estate without paying the servants any mind; their “Happy birthdays” meant little to him, and made it sting that much more that none of the people he loved had remembered.
He was nearly to his room when a servant stopped him with an announcement. “Master Solid, Lord Nozel and Lady Nebra are waiting for you on the back porch.”
“Tell them I’ve gone to bed early,” he grumbled, shambling down the hall.
“...My lord, they insist on your attendance. I fear they may grow angry if you keep them waiting any longer.”
Solid clenched his jaw. Angry tears prickled in his eyes. Of course they would do something like this; adding insult to injury. He turned on his heel and stomped toward the back porch, angry mana broiling around him. They wanted to forget his birthday and threaten him with their bad moods? Well, he could threaten right back.
The back porch’s French doors were already partially open, and his mana threw them open with a bang. His voice rose to a livid boom, and then broke mid-sentence. “Who do you two think you are, treating me like this!?”
Nebra and Nozel’s heads shot up. They sat at the table, a tall pitcher of iced tea and cups neatly laid out before them. Despite his dramatic entrance, neither of them looked shaken. “We think that we are your brother and sister,” Nozel replied easily.
“And-- And that excuses your behavior!?” he cried, throwing back his head. The tears at the corners of his eyes finally made good on his promise, and hot, angry droplets dribbled down his cheeks. “I will not stand for it! I deserve better!”
“Better than being royalty?” Nozel replied incredulously. Behind her hand, Nebra giggled.
Solid stared through tear-blurred vision; his anger couldn’t keep up with his hurt feelings. “Y-Yes! How could you forget?” His mana coalesced into looming tendrils of water to hide his tears, but it did nothing to mask his quaking voice. “I’ve never forgotten your birthdays! Don’t you care?”
Nebra and Nozel exchanged a knowing look, and Nozel shook his head. With a sigh, he pulled out and turned around the chair tucked into the table between him and Solid. On its seat was a pile of cards and presents.
Solid blinked until his vision cleared. The tempestuous mana around him slowly, cautiously, settled. “Huh?”
“Solid,” Nebra chided, shaking her head. “You really thought that we would forget your 21st birthday?”
He stared.
“You are so immature.” Despite the scathing tone of his voice, Nozel wore a smile. “This bit was supposed to last for at least another five minutes, but if you ran away crying…”
Solid pressed his hands to his cheeks as he turned an embarrassed red. He scurried up to the chair and rifled through the presents. There were gifts there from everyone; from distant family, to royal knights. He dug until he found an envelope with Langris’ handwriting, and he eagerly ripped it open. The card was simple in classic Vaude fashion, with a note written inside, along with a receipt for a reservation at a high-end ski lodge.
Solid,
I apologize for not delivering this personally, but your siblings would not allow it. Forgive me for the part they forced me to play.
Love,
Langris
Solid bit his lip, beating back a wild smile. He balled up the envelope and threw it at Nozel. “Why did you do this to me? Aren’t I too old for this now?”
Noze flicked the ball aside with a smirk. “I did this to Nebra, and I will do this to Noelle. You are not the exception.”
“Sit down with us!” Nebra laughed. She lifted the pitcher and poured him a glass of tea. “We can have tea and cake while you open your presents.”
Solid pulled out the fourth chair at the table. As he sat down, he took a big swig of iced tea, and nearly spat it right back out. He gagged down the gulp and squawked, “Ugh, what is this!?”
“That, little brother,” Nebra giggled, eyes flashing mischievously, “is Long Island iced tea.”
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Now, don’t misunderstand. This is a completely asshole move on Nozel and Nebra’s part. They even at their kindest, bitches. But they didn’t expect Solid to lose his shit. Hope you liked it!
For those who don’t know, the legal drinking age in the United States is 21, hence why Solid is so excited!
#Solid Silva#Nozel Silva#Nebra Silva#Langris Vaude#Black Clover#my art#Solid can be sensitive... at a treat#a treat to me
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Hiii, this is the old version of this chapter before I revamped the series because a lot of people have asked for it :DDD
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Jungkook was confused. He was confused about how you had gotten in, he was confused about why you had gotten and he was confused about who you were with. This was the most confused he had ever been and Jungkook took AP calculus. He ignored you however, opting looking at his phone instead. The date struck a chord in Jungkook’s head, finally remembering that it was your 21st birthday, and he missed it. Jungkook tried to tell himself that the boy was probably just a random friend, someone insignificant because you needed to fill the void he left. It was selfish, but he needed it to get him through the night. Everything was fine and under control. Jungkook wasn’t worried. Until, you went with the mystery boy to the dance floor, then Jungkook was beginning to feel his blood boil.
“Jimin, I can’t dance.”
“Nobody can, just follow my lead you’ll be fine.” Jimin spun you around into his arms and you playfully danced together (although it was mostly stiff swaying on your part). Jungkook was livid but before he could spiral further he was broken out of his trance when Mel whispered into his ear. “I told you so.” He turned around and glared at her before claiming he didn’t even care. Jimin noticed his look of disinterest, not sensing the ingenuity behind his facade. “Damn, it’s not working. We need to try harder.” You furrowed your eyebrow at him questioningly at his vague suggestion, you needed to draw the line. “I’m just putting this out there, I am not kissing you that is never happening.” Jimin laughed uncontrollably for a bit and you tried not to take offence, after all, you didn’t like the idea of kissing him either. “You literally remind me of my little sister, I wouldn’t dream of it.” You both stood there close to each other trying to come up with a way to make Jungkook jealous without actually looking like you were trying to come up with a way to make Jungkook jealous. “Oh, I’m a genius, come with me.” He grabbed your wrist and you followed him to what was a secluded area that had dim lighting and a few elevator doors.
“So, what’s the plan?”
“This is it, this is the plan.” You looked at him with astonishment, he could not have been serious. “This is a shitty plan, Jimin.” He ignored your pessimism and gestured to the couples around you, all engaged in borderline public indecency. You got the hint but you weren’t sure that Jungkook would. While you were scowling at the vivid displays of PDA, Jimin slightly peaked from the edge of the wall where he spotted his target. “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” You quickly turned to him muttering a hushed, “what?!?”
“He’s coming, he’s literally coming. Get into position.”
“What position? We never discussed any positions.” Jimin quickly trapped you between the wall and his two arms and it was kind of awkward because you were almost the same height. Whatever macho move he was trying to pull had failed embarrassingly. “Okay, now giggle like I said something funny.” All you did is glare at him. “This is ridiculous Jimin I-”
“Do you want revenge or not?” You tried not to whine because frankly enough this was not how you wanted to spend your birthday. You sucked it up anyway because Jimin’s scheme had no forseeable end. “Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“God forbid you ever become a spy, you suck at this.” You were about to reply before a cough had you both looking to your left at the origin of the sound only to find what seemed to be a mildly distraught Jungkook. “Sorry, do you mind if I borrow her for a second?” Jimin nodded a little too eagerly and if it wasn’t for his distracted mind, Jungkook might’ve picked up on the inconsistency. You weren’t the only bad actor. Jungkook gave you barely any time to think before he dragged you to an even more secluded corner next to the bar.
“What are you doing here?” Jungkook knew exactly what you were doing but he realised he needed a cover for randomly pulling you away, he couldn’t just admit he was jealous, that would be extremely hypocritical. “None of your business."
“When you’re underage it is.” He knew it was your birthday and that you were of legal age but he couldn’t possibly tell you that, not when you could barely look him in the eyes.. “Nope, it still isn’t.” Jungkook didn’t know what to say but he knew he didn’t want you to leave his side at all. You didn’t like the awkward silence so you made an an attempt to leave, but it was futile. “Now if you don’t mind I have to go find my friend.” Just as you are about to walk away from him, Jungkook rested his hand on your shoulder and you halted, your back facing him. “Look me in the eye and tell me you want me to leave you alone tonight.” You hated the cockiness in his tone, you shouldn’t have given in but you turned around to face him out of spite.
However, the moment your eyes interlocked with his, you were gone and the only thing you could think about was your lips on his. It didn’t take long for you to lose your resolve, in fact his lips were making their way down your neck before you’d even realised you kissed him. You gasped quickly under your breath when he began to suck on the lower part of your neck, he grazed his teeth over the same place afterwards before detaching his lips and smiling deviously at the mark he made, the mark you had no idea existed. “Have fun with friend tonight, Y/N.” And with those final words of false encouragement, he walked away. You stood there where he left you, frozen for a bit while blinking rapidly to try and comprehend what had just occurred right before you. You rushed to find Jimin.
“What happened?” Jimin’s voice was laced with concern at the sight of your teary eyes. “Nothing, Jungkook’s just an asshole.’”
“Details stupid.”
“I kissed him and he kissed back before running off with some bullshit ‘have fun with your friends’ You mimicked his part in a deeper voice that made Jimin chuckle a little, though he quickly stopped when he saw your neck. “Y/N he gave you a hickey.” You gasped loudly. “Please tell me you’re lying.” You ran your fingers over where he kissed your neck and winced when you felt a bruise. “Oh no. Now I have to wear turtlenecks everyday.” Jimin laughs at your now even sadder state. “Don’t you get it? He clearly did that on purpose to deter me. Sneaky, smooth, handsome bastard. You have got to ask him to teach me his tricks.” You looked at Jimin in disgust and he mocked your face before wrapping his arm around your neck. “Oh our little baby Y/N got her first hickey how amazing.” You elbowed him slightly again and he swiftly pulled your hair out of your ponytail. “You can use your hair to cover it up.” You hated having your hair down but he was right, it conveniently covered the hickey quite well. You went back to sit at the bar with Jimin but he excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Someone sat beside you and you had assumed it was Jimin but when you turned around you were met with Jungkook instead and sirens went off in your head like that scene in the movie inside out.
“Did I tell you that you could cover it?” You didn’t give much attention to what Jungkook had said, you forgive too easily and you weren’t going to let that happen again. Jungkook could see that you were uncomfortable and he hated the fact that he couldn’t comfort you or make you feel better. Hell, he was most likely a huge part of the discomfort you had felt lately and he regretted every second of it now. If he couldn’t bare to see you with someone else he wondered how badly he’d hurt you in the past by doing even worse. “Why did you lie to me?” You barely mustered the courage to ask him that question. He hummed in reply to your broken voice, not understanding what you had asked. “Why did you lie and say that you liked me when you didn’t?” Jungkook kept his lead low, trying to formulate an excuse, any excuse and yet nothing but the truth would come to mind. “I didn’t lie.” You scoffed bitterly, clearly not believing his answer.
“I hope you don’t go around hurting all the people you like, Jungkook.” He laughed lifelessly, swinging around his drink before chugging it. He decided then and there that he was going to tell you everything, every single worry that stopped him from being with you because the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like you were the problem.
“In high school, I fell in love with a girl named Ruby. She was absolutely beautiful, the kindest soul I had ever met. Senior year, she was killed in a public shooting. I swore to myself that I’d pursue law enforcement after that so I’d never be that helpless again. She’s the reason I became a cop. She’s also the reason I thought I could never fall in love again. Y/N when I first met you I didn’t plan to like you as much as I did, frankly I didn’t plan to like you at all. I’ve been alone ever since I was 16 and after Ruby passed away I never thought I wouldn’t be. It felt unnatural for me to do simple things like take you out on dates or even reply to your messages. I kept forgetting and fucking up the more I’d try and every time I saw you I’d feel more and more guilty because I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”
“All I wanted was you, Jungkook. I didn’t want all your time or attention, I probably would’ve been okay with one phone call a week but you were so inconsistent. You’d talk to me nearly everyday and then not at all. I’d feel like I was getting closer to you and then you would feel like a stranger again. It was exhausting and it hurt and I know it hurt you too. You need to stop denying yourself happiness. What happened in the past will never change, no matter how much you beat yourself up about it. Moving on and being happy with someone else doesn’t mean you’re forgetting her. It just means you’re not forgetting yourself.”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m such a horrible person.” You shook your head. “You’re not a horrible person, you just deal with your doubts and problems horribly. From now on, you have to tell me what’s troubling you. Show me the worst of you, and we can deal with it together.” If Jungkook wasn’t sure about liking you before, he was head over heels now. He hugged you, his head sinking into the crook of your neck. “I don’t deserve you.” You laughed a little at what he said.
“If you ever ignore me like that again. I’ll never forgive you.” Jungkook chuckled and pulled back from your embrace, looking you dead in the face now.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” You looked at him weirdly but you quickly dissolved into a smile. “So you did remember!” His face softened at your excitement, your sleepy eyes shining through though. “Come on, let me take you home.” You were about to agree but then you remembered your friend and you wondered where he went. “Give me one second.” Jungkook’s eyes visibly hardened. “Are you going to look for Jimin? Seriously Y/N?” You pouted with pleading eyes. “But he’s my best friend, I have to at least say goodbye!” Jungkook looked confused now. “I thought he was your date.” Your face fell when you realised you had just blown your cover. Jimin was right, you would make the worst spy. Jungkook was beginning to realise what had happened now and he seemed even angrier. “Y/N please tell me you didn’t do all of that just to make me jealous.”
“Well it worked, didn’t it? Let’s go now.” You were dragging Jungkook away mid-way through your question, you pulled out your phone to call Jimin and he immediately answered. “Y/N did you secure the bag yet?” You obnoxiously laughed at his horrible code name and Jungkook looked at you weirdly. “Where did you put my coat?” There was a pause that was prolonged by Jimin’s “ummmmmmm…” which eventually resulted in him telling you to wait and hanging up.
“I don’t think he’s coming Y/N, here you can have my jacket.” You rolled your eyes, he clearly didn’t like Jimin. “Calm down will you, it’s been like 40 seconds.” Jungkook clicked his tongue in annoyance, eyeing your dress cautiously. “Maybe if you wore something that covered you more you wouldn’t need a coat.” You started to giggle a bit. “It’s a pretty dress don’t you think?”
“No it’s hideous. You’ll throw it away once you get home and never wear it again, right?” You shook your head, wanting to tease him. “I like it, I think I’ll dress like this more often.” Jungkook groaned before pulling you towards him by the waist. “I’m going to get you a shirt that says “my boyfriend’s a cop” and you’re going to wear it everywhere.” You would’ve laughed if he hadn’t addressed himself as your boyfriend. You smiled nervously, you wanted to address it but you were scared he’d run away. Your nervous face made Jungkook worry. “You do want me to be your boyfriend, right?” You smiled sheepishly at his question. “Yes please.” You mumbled ever so slightly. He hugged you painfully close before kissing the top of your head. “I missed you, princess.” You didn’t know how to feel about the pet name, was he still mocking you or complimenting you? “I’m not sure if I like that nickname or not.” Jungkook laughed at your hesitancy to accept the nickname.
Jimin ran out with your coat, handing it to you and then looking at you and Jungkook with teasing eyes. You glared at him so he raised his hands defensively and went back into the club, blowing a kiss your way. Jungkook hailed a cab and opened the door for you. He then leaned down to speak to you which you found peculiar because you thought he was going with you. “I have to go back inside, the Chief’s there and I’m really trying to get a promotion.” The desperation in his voice made you belt out a bubbly laugh before you stopped abruptly at his pointed glare. He sent you off with a goodnight and gave the driver a $50 note before letting you go. When you were about to pay the cab driver he laughed and said your boyfriend had already paid and too much at that. You were about to correct him till you remembered, he really was your boyfriend, you went home with a huge, beaming smile.
I’m so sorry this is so late 😭😭😭 @p-jiminaa
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21
inspired by the song “21” by gracie abrams
warnings: this is my first story so the writing is probably really bad
“I missed your 21st birthday.”
21. Something Shawn had been looking forward to for a while. He was constantly working in the US and he hated the fact that there were 2 whole years he wasn’t allowed to drink there while he was legal back at home.
The both of you had been looking forward to his 21st birthday party. You knew he would be on tour in New York at the time and you’ve been working hard to plan a good party for a few months prior.
You had joined him on part of the European leg of his tour during your break. You loved to travel and Europe was your favorite place to visit, so you were having fun to say the least.
You went back home when your university courses started back up. It had been a few months and that’s when you got the phone call you never expected to come so soon.
It was Shawn, he told you that he wanted to breakup because he didn’t think it was fair that he would be gone on tour for long periods of time while you were stuck at home doing university.
Not long after, you started seeing pictures of the two of them together. You feared that the real reason he broke up with you was because he found someone else. Seeing him with someone else hurt. How could he move on so quickly after you spent 2 years together? Did he ever really love you?
That’s when it hit you. His 21st birthday was coming soon and you didn’t think he’d want you there. You’d spent months planning it and now you would never even get to go.
“Almost tried to call you, don’t know if I should.”
You wanted to call him that day. You were looking forward to it and you cursed yourself for forgetting to take if off your phone calendar. It’s not like you really ended on horrible terms, you just hadn’t talked to him since it happened.
You got as far as pressing his contact. His contact picture was still a picture of the two of you in front of the Eiffel Tower. You made a mental note to change it some time soon.
Your finger was hovering over the call button. You ended up deciding against it knowing that you wouldn’t know what to say to him once he actually picked up, if he even would.
“Hate to picture you half drunk, happy. Hate to think you went out without me.”
You tried to keep yourself busy all day and avoid your phone at all costs. You knew that pictures and videos of his party would be all over social media. You still had mutual friends and you were bound to see the pictures they posted sooner or later, but you didn’t have the strength to see all your friends having fun while you were wallowing at home in self pity.
You could picture the smile on his face. The goofy smile he always had when was drunk. He would be dancing and he would probably be too drunk to give a speech.
Imagining him partying and having fun without you hurt. You were always the sober friend. You barely ever had anything to drink. You would be the one to make sure that he never got too drunk or did anything that he might regret in the morning. You wondered if she was taking care of him that night the way that you would. You wondered if his friends loved her the way they loved you.
“I still haven’t heard from you family, but you said your mom always loved me.”
It was the next day, and you finally built up the courage to open Instagram. The first thing that popped up on your feed was a picture of Shawn and Aaliyah. You always admired how close Shawn was to his sister.
You wondered how she was doing. You became really close to her when you started dating Shawn and you even referred to her as your own little sister at times. You haven’t heard from her or the rest of his family members since the breakup.
You remembered the times you used to drive to Pickering when Shawn was on tour. The Mendes’ became your second family and you loved visiting and spending time with them alone while Shawn was away.
Karen was your second mother. She considered you her own daughter and often made you meals and care packages while you were studying for exams.
You missed them and wished that you could still visit them whenever you wanted to. Losing your second family was probably the most painful outcomes of your breakup with Shawn. You wanted so badly to just call Aaliyah and tell her that you missed her, but we’re scared of how she would react. You couldn’t handle the pain of being rejected by someone you considered your own little sister.
“When the night is over don’t call me up I’m already under.”
You spent hours scrolling to Instagram looking at all the pictures his friends posted of his party. It looked like everyone was having fun and you were glad that they enjoyed the party you planned even though you didn’t attend.
That was when you stumbled across the video. He reached his hand out and she gladly took it before kissing him passionately. You saw his mom smiling in the background. They were happy and as much as you wanted him to be happy, it still hurt. You felt your eyes start to tear up when you got a notification.
“The party was great! You should’ve been there.” - Shawn
That was a text you weren’t expecting to receive. You didn’t think he’d want you to come after what happened, but he never really uninvited you. Even if he asked you to come, you probably wouldn’t have. You couldn’t bear seeing them happy together right in front of your face.
You didn’t reply and decided to just leave him on read. You finally decided that you had enough of enjoying the party you planned through a screen. It sucked that you weren’t there, but at least you had the satisfaction of knowing that everyone had fun at a party that they knew you planned.
I hope you guys enjoyed my first story. I would love to hear any feedback or comments from y’all. Thanks for reading!
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The Five Year Promise: Visit From a Sorcerer (4/10)
Summary: Y/N Stark, 20 year old superhero, makes a promise with a 16 year old Peter Parker after being cheated on, that if she hasn’t found love in the next 5 years, they’d finally go on a date. Then the snap happens. Y/N is gone and Peter isn’t
Warnings: swearing, a little bit of angst
Twitter// BuckysLemons
A/N: this chapter is really long. I might add an extra part and make it an eleven part series if the next chapter is also too long.
The Five Year Promise Masterlist
Based on Avengers: Infinity War (2018)
It was 12pm.
12pm and you were in a lab, working on your suit.
It was a complex equation that was your suit, and you were still trying to figure it out. Yes, after one year of almost dying, you were still trying to figure out the secret of your suit.
“Which is velocity squared...” you trailed off, talking to yourself as you scribbled down the numbers. You then stuck the pen in your mouth, thinking of what to add now.
“Maybe the coefficient of kinetic friction?” You spoke, finishing out the equation. You were about to see if the equation was viable before your dad came in, scaring the hell out of you.
“Happy Birthday to you!” He yelled obnoxiously, wearing a birthday hat and a shirt with your face on it. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear pumpkin! Happy birthday to you!”
You stared at your dad with a ‘what the hell’ look. Your dad looked at you with the same look, shaking his head.
“What? You want me to sing it in Spanish?” He had asked, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, before your ungrateful self looks at me like I’m an idiot, I have made reservation for us, Pepper, Peter and Samwell Oshdorn.”
You let out a little laugh, folding the piece of paper containing the equation and placing it in one of the desk draws. “Dad, ‘Samwell Oshdorn’ and I broke up last week.”
Your father straightened up at the news. He was happy. Of course he was. He hated the Osborn kid. His father always competed with him and his son was equally as annoying.
“You got want you wanted dad,” you spoke out quietly, playing with your fingers. “You got what everyone else wanted.”
Your dad face fell at your sad tone. Despite your Dad’s perception of him, he knew you were just blinded by love.
Taking off the birthday hat, he placed it on the table and walked over towards you.
“Hey, pumpkin,” he spoke out, rubbing your shoulders. “You’ll get there one day. You’ll find love. And also, sometimes I am stupid, and you won’t hear me say that again about myself so don’t take this for granted, but your feelings matter more to me than what I think about someone.”
“Dad,” your voice cracked, shaking your head as a tear escaped you eye. “I just- I just want to know what I did wrong. I don’t know what- he just.”
You stopped shaking your head as tears cascaded down your cheeks. Your father embraced you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“Sweet pea you did nothing wrong, okay. I might be a little biased, but I think you are the most smartest and beautiful young lady in the world. He’s just an idiot who didn’t know what he had until it was gone.”
You sniffed, letting out a chuckle, giving your dad the tightest squeeze you can manage. You moved away from the hug, wiping the tears from your face. “Thanks dad. I love you so much. Like a lot. Like 2000.”
“2000?” Your dad faked being hurt, grabbing his chest. “I’m at least a 3000. I mean I have a shirt printed with your face on it, I deserve bonus points.”
You laughed at your dad, shaking your head. You then looked away from him, biting your lip. “Can I tell you something else dad?”
“Shoot”
“I miss Nat and Wanda,” you spoke, your eyes welling up with tears again, but this time you didn’t let them fall. “I miss having them around. I miss- I miss venting to them. This is the secound time that I’m not celebrating my birthday with them and it’s harder than the first time.”
Your dad let out a sigh, crossing his arms as he looked away. “You know it’s hard hun. Cap and I-“
“I know Dad,” you spoke, looking at your fingernails. “But one way or another, we will need them to come back. You and I both know there’s something big coming.”
Your dad nodded, getting up for the chair before placing the birthday hat on your head. “Get dressed, we’re leaving soon.”
You nodded, annoyed at how he changed the subject while placing the birthday hat on the table. “Sure.”
Your dad walked towards the door before halting. He turned around, pulling a little box from his pocket. “This came in the mail for you today.”
He handed you the box, giving you a final look before leaving the room. You ripped the brown paper around it before opening the box.
Inside it was a charm bracelet and a little note that said:
Hey mini me,
They were selling these at a little shop near Wakanda and I thought it’d look good on you. Happy 21st Birthday and remember; when you drink in front of your dad, make sure it looks like your first time ;)
With Love,
Your big sister Nat
P.S Wanda says she loves you a lot
You smiled at the note, placing the charm bracelet around your wrist. It had a bead that you assumed was made out of vibranium and engraved on it was a baby panther with an adult version panther.
You placed the note back into the box before placing it in the draw.
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“And then he told the terrorist his home address!” Pepper exclaimed, drinking a glass of water as she shook her head. “Terrorist! We almost died!”
Your father had rented out the whole reasturant so that you guys could get some privacy of the media. You were thankful, not wanting to get asked questions from the public about your relationship.
Pepper and Tony were sitting side by side, opposite you and Peter. Happy had tagged along, sitting where Harry would have been sitting. Peter had gotten an apple juice whereas you had gotten a cocktail.
This of course made Peter feel like a little kid, with him and Pepper being the only ones not drinking alcohol. But then he remembered the countdown on his watch.
‘I still have a chance,’ he thought in his head, playing with the straw of his apple juice. ‘Just need to make sure that neither of us find love.’
“I remember that,” you replied back, laughing as your dad put his head down in embarrassment. “He had shipped me off to the Avengers facility.”
“Excuse but I seem to recall it is Y/N’s Birthday,” your dad spoke out, titling his head to the side as he took a sip from his drink. “Meaning that we should talk about her most embarrassing moments, not mine.”
“I’m up for this!” Peter exclaimed, laughing as you gave him a look. “I’ll go first actually. It was when we had a mission to stop some drug lords in Colombia and Y/N-“
“Oh my god no,” you whispered, putting your hands over your face to cover your embarrassment.
“-And then she- she,” Peter couldn’t finish his words as he kept uncontrollably laugh. This of course had made Y/N laugh even more. “I l-“
“I sneezed!” You spoke laughing, as you smacked his arm, making his face turn red from the lack of air in his lungs. “I told you I sneezed!”
“But-But you didn’t!” Peter kept on laughing, shaking his head at you whilst pointing a finger. “The man grabbed you- and you- you-“
He went on a fit of laughter once again as you were already gone. Your laughs were silent and your stomach was pounding. “I- I did not fart!”
This comment made Peter fall on the ground from his chair, holding his stomach as he continued to laugh. You got up from your seat, bending down to smack his shoulder.
“Shut up!” You told him, tears running down your face as you kept laughing. “In the name of Pablo Escobar I demand you to shut up!”
Pepper, Tony and Happy watched on, smiling at the both of you.
“They’d make a great couple,” Happy spoke, looking towards Tony who smiled down at both of you.
“Yeah,” Tony replied, shaking his head as you guys kept on laughing. “Just give it time.”
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“Pepper,” you spoke, as you girls walked behind Tony, Happy and Peter who were in a deep conversation about nanotechnology and Peter’s Aunt.
“Yeah,” she hummed, holding her purse as you all took a stroll along a park. The birds chirped and it was a perfect day, not a single cloud on site yet a cool breeze was present.
The park was simple, surrounded by oak trees, benches and a backdrop of the city buildings. There were couples and singles jogging around, but not many on sight.
“I have a question,” you stated, pushing your hair behind your ear. Your cute little white French dress with frills was being blown back by the cool wind. “You didn’t have alcohol today. You had water.”
Pepper smirked at you, looking down at the pathway. Sometimes it amazed her how observant you were, sometimes the opposite of your father. “What are you implying little missy?”
You smiled at her, looping your arm around hers. “So it’s true isn’t it?”
“Yes it is,” Pepper nodded at you, instinctively grabbing her stomach even though there was no bump present yet. “I was planning to tell Tony later tonight.”
“Pepper, I’m happy you’re going to be my stepmom,” you revealed to her. She squeezed your hand in gratitude.
“And I’m glad to have you as my step daughter,” she replied back, giving you a warm smile. “Just a couple of more months, and you get to be a bridesmaid.”
You smiled, so happy your father had finally found love and was soon getting a secound child with his future wife. “What names were you thinking of?”
“I was thinking about Patience,” Pepper spoke, nodding to herself before looking at Tony who was a good 3 meters away from you guys. “Because being with Tony required lots of it.”
You giggled at her remark, making Peter look back at you. You smiled at him which he had returned before continuing his conversation with Tony and Happy.
“How about Morgan,” you told Pepper. “Like after that dude who does the voice over on Nat Geo. It’s a nice name.”
“That,” Pepper pondered, her face scrunched up in thought. “Is not the most horrible name that I’ve heard.”
The boys in front of you suddenly halted, looking back at you guys to make sure you caught up.
“Do you girlies want ice cream?” Tony had asked you both. You walked up next to Peter, nodding your head at your dad.
“I wouldn’t mind some ice cream.”
“Good, there’s a gelato shop a few blocks down that are still open we can-“ Tony stopped mid-sentence as a yellow-glowlike circle appeared in the middle of the path.
You pressed the button on your necklace, allowing nanoparticles to start spreading around your body and form your white suit. You were always prepared to fight the unknown.
Suddenly a 40 year old man came out of the portal that was formed, donning a red cape and a blue long formal shirt.
“Tony Stark and Y/N Stark,” the man announced, his facial expression remaining unchanged. “I'm Doctor Stephen Strange. I need you to come with me. Oh, uh, congratulations on the wedding, by the way.”
All five of you were understandingly shocked, looking at him like he grew multiple heads. This guy had come out of nowhere and requested you and your father’s presence.
“I'm sorry, you giving out tickets or something?” Your father spoke in his usual sarcastic manner.
“We need your help,” Stephen Strange spoke, looking at your father, you and Peter. “Look, it's not overselling to say that the fate of the universe is at stake.”
Your heart stopped when you heard those last words. You still had PSTD from Sokovia and New York, similarly to your father. You didn’t want another fate-of-the-world battle, although your anxiety always told you there was much worse than what you’ve been through.
“And who's "we"?” You had asked, crossing your arms. Your eyes suddenly widened as the man you always thought of as an uncle, emerges from the portal. A man you haven’t seen since Sokovia, which was three years ago.
“Hey Tony,” Bruce spoke, holding a blanket around himself as he emerged from behind the sorcessor.
“Bruce,” your father had gasped as he watched him walk over in disbelief. Bruce gave an awkward smile, as he pulled the blanket closer to his body.
“Pepper,” Bruce had greeted her too before looking at you. “Hey little rascal. Look at you all grown up.”
“Hi,” you and Pepper replied simultaneously, not believing your eyes. And why would you? This man was gone for three years. You guys thought you’d never see him again.
“You okay?” Tony asks, but Bruce gives Tony a desperate hug, not answering.
You knew something was up. Something was wrong with Bruce to have him shaken up like that, like he’d seen the devil himself.
Your hand instinctively reached Peter’s hand, scared to find out what had the fate of the universe in stake.
You then looked at Peter, your eyes still wide, pupils dilated in fear.
“You better suit up too.”
-
“At the dawn of the universe, there was nothing, then boom,” Wong had explained as you all listened intently, watching the visual representation. “The big bang sent six elemental crystals hurtling across the virgin universe. These Infinity Stones each control an essential aspect of existence."
“Space, Reality, Power, Soul, Mind,” Dr Strange listed as each stone glowed. Your eyes watched in fascination has he opened his necklace to reveal a stone emitting an emerald light. “And Time.”
You looked at your father to figure out his game plan. He looked at the demonstration intensively before speaking. “Tell me his name again.”
“Thanos,” Bruce spoke out, getting up from his seat and staring your dad dead in the eye. “He's a plague, Tony. He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki. The attack on New York. That's him.”
“This is it,” your father whispered to himself, as he rubbed his chin.
“Um Mr Dr. Strange,” Peter’s voice wavered as he lifted his arm up. Stephen gave him a nod, indicating him to continue. “What exactly is our timeline? Like today? Tomorrow? B-because we have a birthday to celebrate.”
“No telling,” Bruce looked at Peter, shaking his head as he gripped his blanket. “He has the Power and Space Stones, that already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands on all six Stones, guys.”
“He can destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of,” Dr Strange finished him. You shivered at those words as goosebumps appeared on your skin.
This is it. This is what you and your father have been prophesying for 6 years.
Your father leans against a cauldron, stretching like he's about to go for a run. “Did you seriously just say "hitherto undreamt of"?”
Dr. Stephen Strange looked at your father in ridiculousness as he kept stretching. “Are you seriously leaning on the Cauldron of the Cosmos?”
“Is that what this is?” Your father had spoke before Dr Strange’s cloak suddenly moved and smaked your father’s arm making him jump back.
“I'm going to allow that,” your father glared at Stephen, straightning up his jacket.
“Look this seems really dangerous and it’s getting out of hand,” you spoke, gathering all the men’s attention. “Maybe we should call the police.”
Your father snorted at that comment but the sorceress looked at you like you were an idiot. “Wha-“
“Or maybe the Avengers, idk,” you cut him off. You were stressed, and like your father, you made jokes when you were stressed.
Peter knew this so he decided to join along so you weren’t alone. “Or stick his stone in the garbage disposal.”
“Do you think if we auctioned it on Ebay, thanos will bid for it?” You turned to look at Peter. “Can you imagine him betting like 100 gold pieces. Or like paying with slaves-“
“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone,” Wong interrupted you both like you had offended him. Which you probably did. “With our lives.”
“And I swore off dairy, but then, Ben & Jerry's named a flavor after me, so,” your dad replied back, giving both the men a shrug.
“Quince Quasar is the best,” you shot back.
“Whatever,” Your father replied before looking back at the man in a cloak. “Point is, things change.”
“Our oath to protect the Time Stone cannot change,” the doctor had urged your father, looking at you too in seriousness. “This Stone may be the best chance we have against Thanos.”
“And still conversely, it may also be his best chance against us,” you spoke back, now standing up from your seat. “We are bringing what Thanos wants right under his nose. To me, that sounds fairly stupid.”
“Okay, guys, could we table this discussion right now?” Bruce had interrupted you guys. “The fact is that we have this Stone. We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone, and we have to find him now.”
“Yeah, that's the thing,” your father groaned out awkwardly. “He’s offline. We don’t know where he is right now.”
“Who could find Vision, then?” Stephen had asked.
“Shit,” your father whispered to himself, pushing his hair back. “Probably Steve Rogers.”
The doctor sighed in discontent, shaking his head frustration. “Oh, great.”
“Call him,” Bruce spoke out innocently making you sigh before you took your seat with Peter.
You smiled at him before leaning on his shoulder and tuning out the rest of the conversation.
“I hope this is a false alarm,” you told Peter. “Because frankly I’m scared of dying and also, we don’t have the rest of the Avengers so we’re screwed.”
You then looked at his watch.
1818 days and 3 hours
“I still have a lot to live for,” you then replied, closing your eyes. “I want to graduate MIT. Buy my first house that isn’t in the Avengers compound. Have 6 kids and name them after the infinity stones.”
You snorted at the last part, wanting to slap yourself for being so annoying.
“Hey,” Peter spoke, watching as your father spoke to the Bruce and the two sorceress. “You will. Except the last part. That last part is where you sort of went downhill.”
“Shut up web man.”
“Say, Doc,” your father had spoke, making you look at him. “You wouldn't happen to be moving your hair, would you?”
Dr. Strange looked up at his forelock fluttering in confusion. “Not at the moment, no.”
You looked up at the Hulk-made opening through the ceiling and see debris flying by outside. You then get up and walk near the door, seeing people running and screaming.
You open the door, your father and Peter following you close behind. A women runs into you as you stop her from falling. “You okay?”
The woman ignores you and runs away. The wind his blowing your hair everywhere and you are struggling to see through the debris that you almost miss the car hurdling towards you.
Peter, with his instincts, quickly webs the car into the wall before it hits you. You look at him, giving him a grateful smile that he returns.
Your father the puts on his sunglasses as you and Peter stood by his side, awaiting his intructions. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., what am I looking at?”
“Not sure, I'm working on it.”
Your father then faces Dr Strange. “Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!”
Dr. Strange moves his hands and now bands of spells were readied around his forearms. “Might wanna use it.”
A mechanical hum grows louder as you, Bruce, your dad and Strange approach the intersection with Wong following behind. As you turn around the corner, you see a huge circular ship floating over Bleecker Street.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., evac anyone south of 43rd Street, notify first responders,” you spoke as you readied up, your suit emitting a golden glow. “Make sure they set a perimeter 6 blocks from this area.”
“Will do.”
Doctor Strange throws some kind of spell that forms a strong wind over Bleeker Street before winking at your father who was begrudgingly amused for a split second.
The dust cleared and suddenly two aliens, one large and one small wearing a robe, exited the ship by what seemed to be a transmat.
The two aliens seemed emotionless and threatening as they spoke.
“Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now contributing to-“
“I'm sorry, Earth is closed today,” your father cut him off, echoing his usual sarcastic self. “You better pack it up and get outta here.”
“Stone keeper,” the alien spoke, looking at Doctor Strange. He then gestures to your father. “Does this chattering animal speak for you?”
“Certainly not. I speak for myself,” Dr Strange spoke, as he hit his wrists together and formed a magicial shield before stepping forward. “But you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.”
Wong copied his actions and formed shields around his fists. Peter got in an attack stance, placing a mask on his face whilst your suit begun emitting quantum energy more profoundly that your hair was floating up.
“It means get lost, Squidward!” Tony yelled at him. You saw your father’s fists clench and his whole body tense up.
Your father did not want a fight, you know that. He, just like you, wanted to continue your day without a worry in the world.
The alien looked displeased and stood his ground arrogantly. “You all exhaust me.”
He then turned to his bigger friend, lifting an arm up. “Bring me the Stone.”
The alien lets out three untranslated syllables. He drops his huge alien hammer and drags it along as he obeys his brethren.
“Banner, you want a piece?” Your father had asked Bruce.
“Cool!” Peter spoke excitedly, getting up from his fighting position. “We get to see the hulk?”
“When do I ever get what I want?” Bruce muttered to himself as he took a step forward. Bruce attempts to release the Hulk. Instead of Hulk coming out easily, the most that turns green is Bruce's neck. It almost looks painful to watch.
“Been a while,” your father had replied patiently, watching as the alien neared. “Good to have you back buddy.”
“I just-“ Banner stopped, trying to get himself to hulk out. “I need to concentrate here for one second. Come on, come on, man.”
“Are you okay Bruce?” You had asked him, walking over to him to rub his shoulder. “Because at this rate your more likely to shit yourself then hulk out and we don’t need that right now.”
“Me and Hulk are having a thing.”
“There’s no time for a thing!”
“Don’t you think I know!”
“Uh guys,” Peter spoke, pointing at the alien who was now running towards you guys. “I don’t think we have time for the Hulk to show up fashionably late.”
Bruce gives out a loud grunt, but fails to release the Hulk once again. Doctor Strange stares at your dad and Bruce in disbelief, making your dad face Bruce. “Dude, you're embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”
As the giant alien approaches the team, your father dons his nanotech Iron Man suit in the space of three steps. He grows a shield on one arm to protect himself, then grows a set of blasters that easily throw the giant back to his master who gestures and deflects his massive companion into some cars.
“Where'd that come from?” Bruce had asked excitedly. Your father smirked at him, showing off his suit.
“It's nano-tech. You like it? A little someth-“
Before your father finished his sentence, the alien creates a spike of earth that throws your father far up.
You feel anger bubbling within you as you clench your fist. “You’re gonna regret that.”
You fly over to him, your whole body emmitting a yellow bright light as you pulled your fist up, ready to punch him before Maw, the alien, lifts up his hand, throwing a car at you.
Before it hits you, your father returns and joins the fight, pushing a car thrown by Maw back at him. Maw cuts it in half and lets the pieces fly past him, untouched.
While he’s cutting the car in half, you let out a quantum blast, knocking him to the end of the street.
Your father looked at Stephen, his face now serious. “Gotta get that stone outta here, now.”
“It stays with me.”
“Exactly. Bye. Y/N, come with me,” your dad speaks before flying off.
“No. You, Strange and Wong fight off the beast and take Bruce with you,” you replied back in the comms. “Peter and I have got Voldemort.”
“Okay little miss bossy.”
You nod at Peter as Strange and Wong open a portal where both of them and Bruce disappear into.
“Just like we practiced,” you told Peter, as you saw Maw get up, dusting his attire. Peter nodded up at you, getting in position.
He shot an electric web at you, powering up your suit, before you shot a surge of quantum energy at Maw, blinding him.
You had five secound to attack Maw before the temporary blindness from the light would fade away. This had to be quick or else you’d both be at a disadvantage.
Peter grabbed you by the waist and webbed the surface of a building. He then swung over to Maw who was currently rubbing his eyes, letting out an incoherent sentence.
Peter made one final big swing before letting go of your waist. You swung your fist back, flying down with full speed as quantum energy surged throughout your body.
You punched Maw with full power, forcing him 3 meters down the earth’s surface. Peter then webbed you back up before throwing a timed-web bomb down the hole.
You breathed in heavily as Peter swung back to your side. “Don’t get too excited, he’s an alien. They usually need more than just a big hit to stay down.”
And just as you predicted, Maw surged out of the floor, using a piece of the road to levitate. “Let’s try this again shall we.”
Maw lifted up a finger, causing a massive rock to hurdle towards you. Peter quickly picked you up once again, and webbed you up into a balcony before the car would hit you.
“You sure do hate cars.”
Maw looked at you both angrily, getting sick of you guys. You gave him a little smirk before flying off the balcony and towards his direction.
You shot quantum blasts at him. While he was distracted trying to not get hit, you took a sneaky shot near the building next to him.
You got out of the way as the building started following towards him. But it was too slow. Maw had caught it his telekinetic powers, his arms up as he let out a groan.
Peter took this as an opportunity to swing down and kick him in the stomach but before he did, Maw quickly released the building and bended metal scraps around his wrists and ankles to the wall.
“I can’t move!” Peter spoke, trying to break free from the grips of the metal but failing to do so. What kind of power did this alien possess to have him stuck like this with metal scraps, he had thought.
“Can’t spiders shoot webs from their ass?” You yelled over to him while fighting maw at the same time. You moved your head to the side, narrowingly missing the pipe he threw towards your head.
“No I can’t!” Peter yelled back, not believing what you just said to him. “I’m not an actual spider!”
“So you’re a fraud,” you told him as you shot at Maw which he kept deflecting with various metallic items. “You’re Fraudelent man.”
“No I’m not!”
Maw moved both his hands up, now two flying cars surging towards you from either side. Before you could react, Dr Strange appeared, creating a portal behind you so that the cars wouldn’t go through you.
He then went over to Maw fighting him whilst you ran up to Peter. You drew your wrist back. “Close your eyes.”
Peter obliged and closed his eyes as you sent a blast at his wrists and ankle, setting him free. “There you go.”
“Well that was fun,” Peter had muttered to himself. “I thought today was just going to be lunch before we go back to the avengers compound to sing happy birthday, but apparently no.”
You see your father fly past you and over to Dr Strange who was being taken by the alien. It seemed like Dr Strange was unconscious and that Maw was taking him and the stone with him.
“Shit,” you whispered before looking at Peter. “We have to stop that alien from getting the stone.”
Peter nodded, rubbing his wrists before following you and your dad to where Strange was being teloported.
Peter webbed your foot as you flew up to the spaceship. You struggled to fly due to the turbulence that Peter caused from being webbed up to your foot.
“Pete, you’re making it really hard to fly!”
“I’m sorry if I want to save the world with you guys but don’t have wings!”
You put a little more effort to flying up, nearing closer and closer to the space ship. You felt the edge of the spaceship in your fingertips before quickly picking yourself up and holding on to the spaceship.
“I-I can’t breathe!” Peter gasped as his eyes was closing and opening his eyes. He ripped off the web from your foot and held onto the spaceship tightly instead.
“Unlock 17-A,” you heard your father speak to F.R.I.D.A.Y. You knew what 17A was. It was the suit your dad spent all night working on.
“Pete you gotta let go!” You spoke to him as you held onto the space ship yourself, feeling the wind pushing your hair around.
Peter didn’t want to let go. He was scared of heights. But he was forced to let go after losing consciousness.
Peter started free-falling, but not for long before the pod reaches him. It attaches itself to him, becoming the Iron Spider suit.
Now being able to breathe, Peter lands on a bottom part of the ship, standing up heroically. You smile at him, watching as he looked at the suit in surprise.
“Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!” He yelled over to your father.
“Happy trails, kid.” Your father had replied before speaking to his suit. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home.”
A large parachute extends from the new suit, snatching Peter free of the ship's hull and him spiraling back to Earth. “Oh come on!”
“You should go home too,” your father told you as he latches onto the hull and cuts a hole to board the ship, looking for wherever Strange and Ebony Maw went.
“Well I’m not,” you spoke back in defiance as you too looked for where the surgeon had been taken to. “We’re in this together!”
“If you don’t turn around right now I swear to Thor that I will-“
“Boss, incoming call from Miss Potts,” F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke, making your dad sigh before answering. You walked a little further, trying to give him some privacy and also find Strange.
You ran your fingertips along the walls that were made out of steel, with multiple pipes running along. The lack of insulation in the ship was making you cold.
It also didn’t help that you were in outer space, where temperatures were even colder. You put your arms around yourself, determined to heat your body back up.
The ship however, was quiet. Eerily quiet. And this ship had looked like it was going in a coordinated location due to the lack of motion.
You were walking around, trying not to make a sound.
And that’s when you felt it.
A sickening feeling in your stomach that told you one thing.
This was a one-way trip and some of you weren’t coming back.
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