#oh and a pedal arm that fell off my bike WHILE I WAS RIDING IT last month. fuck what is this luck. stay with me my children.
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This is my first request ever so I’m sorry if it’s not making sense or whatever lol but could you do one where Elvis is teaching his little (girl please) how to ride a bike or something along those lines and she falls and gets hurt? Include Jerry please and all the pet names 🥰 thank you so much!! I love your fics and imagines!!
"Yeah baby, go go go!" Elvis screamed as he watched his daughter, Molly who just this morning requested Elvis take off her training wheels and teach her how to ride her bike like all the big girls in her class. Elvis couldn't say no to that! He even had Jerry there filming to make sure they documented this Big Girl milestone.
So the father spent the next two hours balancing her on her bike while Uncle Jerry filmed as she learned to pedal and then as she got better at that, he pushed her ahead and he ran behind her.
Molly was doing really well if Elvis did say so himself. Until she attempted to speed up and forgot how to stop. "Daddy!" She screamed, realizing she was heading straight for a big bush. "You gotta stop baby!" "I-" She was cut off just as she slammed her bike against the house and fell right into the bush. "Oooh shit!" Elvis cringed. Jerry sprang into action and put the camera down and both men ran toward the crying girl.
Elvis got to Molly first. "Okay, okay, can daddy see darlin'? Oooh yeah you're alright. It's all okay." She was wailing even though all Elvis could see was just a little blood and a scrape on her knee. "Oh it's okay, it's not to bad baby, just a little scrape." Elvis hugged her while Jerry sat in front of her and checked out her injury. Molly more scared than hurt screeched when Jerry tried to see if she got any rocks in her open scrape. "No touchy please! Owie!" Jerry immediately put his hands up. "Okay okay, I'm sorry I won't touch lovey. Can we take you inside and get you fixed up?"
Molly tried to act as brave as she could and wiped at her eyes. "Yes please." Elvis picked her up in a bridal carry and carried her into the house and into the downstairs bathroom. Elvis sat her on the counter of the bathroom and she smiled. "I feel so tall daddy!" She said. "You are so big baby!" Elvis smiled and booped her nose, happy she was a bit distracted.
Jerry turned the sink on and wet a hand towel. "Alright, you little miss are gonna be just fine but this may sting just a little bit. Can you hug daddy really tight?" She nodded and pushed her face into her daddy's chest. "Oooh you're so strong baby!" Elvis praised as Jerry wet her knee, cleaning up the blood and dirt.
"OWIE!" Molly yelled, her little voice still muffled in her daddy's chest. "I know sweetheart. Almost done, almost done!" Jerry said as he washed off her knee.
"Okay honey, which bandaid do you want, Peppa Pig or Strawberry Shortcake?" Elvis asked. Molly came out of her daddy's shirt to inspect her options.
"Peppa..." She whimpers. "Good choice love!" Jerry said as he opened the bandaid and put it on her scrape.
"There you go baby! You were so brave!" Elvis exclaimed as he picked Molly up and bounced her in his arm a bit. "I did very good job!" She yelled, giggling. "Yes! You did!" Jerry and Elvis confirmed.
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there we go! I tried to put some pet names everywhere I could! I hope you liked it! I love some dad elvis!
@yumm1-yuk1 @elvisthesillygoose @mooodyblue @arianatheangel-girl @vintagepresley @sillybookmarks
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The Bookseller & The Florist Chapter 8 (pt1)!
Yes this took forever, yes I am sorry, have some pure fluff and Lars being Confused(TM)
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“Are you sure this is safe?”
Abigail climbed up onto the handlebars, Lars holding the bike firmer to steady it. “Pretty safe, I only broke my arm once doing this with my brother”
Lars didn’t seem to think that meant safe at all, but Abby had insisted that taking the car would be too much work for just a few blocks and it was perfectly pretty outside. “We could just walk I really don’t-”
“You’re telling me you never did this with Emma?” Lars looked sheepish, sure they had, they had been at a friends Emma’s bike got a flat and they were supposed to be home before sundown. So their friend had promised to keep it in their garage for a day or so, so they could get home. But he wasn’t about to admit that to Abigail, so instead he just huffed and got on the bike.
“Please hold on tight”
“Actually I was thinking I’d wave to everyone we pass” she teased him, over his worriedness.
They got a bit down the street before the bike steadied, both getting their balance. Lars asked, “How often did you and Matt do this?”
“Matt and I..?” she seemed confused for a moment before laughing “oh! No, no, Matt would never let me. It was Jack and I who did this.”
“Okay, how often did Jack and you do this?”
“Maybe every few days”
“Why didn’t you ride your own bike?” It was Lars' turn to be confused on why they would do something so often.
Abby blushed a bit, embarrassed having to admit it. “oh um, I never learned. I fell once and never wanted to do it again, but I got used to riding with Jack, and Liam sometimes, so we just did that”
“You never learned how to ride a bike?” He was in disbelief, he couldn’t even remember learning to ride a bike, he just always could.
He moved out of the bike lane and onto the edge of the sidewalk, Abby gripping the handle bars tighter as the bike wobbled as it slowed down. Lars put the kickstand down and got off, helping Abby down while holding the bike upright.
“What are you doing?” she tapped her foot, as he fiddled with the seat, lowering it.
“Teaching you how to ride a bike” , the most obvious statement in the world to him, Abigail huffed a little. She hadn’t tried riding one herself since the last time someone tried to teach her in her mid-teens. She insisted she didn’t have balance, the same reason she quit the ballet class her dads had put her in when she was ten.
“I can’t learn, I tried and just fell over” she argued against the impromptu lesson.
Lars didn’t turn around, still trying to get the thing unscrewed; “I’ll keep the bike steady til you get a hang of it”
“We’ll waste our lunch breaks,” she added.
“I think the owners will be okay with us going over a bit” Even she knew that one was a stretch of an excuse.
“You’re bike is too tall for me,”
“The seat is adjustable” he looked back at her, satisfied with getting the seat lowered as much as possible, “No more excuses, get on the bike”
She looked upset, not actually upset, or even really annoyed by that matter. If anything she was finding herself trying not to smile; amused by whatever he thought he was doing teaching her to ride a bike.
Abigail supposes it wouldn’t hurt to humor him… she sighed, brushing his hand away and climbing onto the bike. Despite pushing his hand away she grabbed his arm, gripping it maybe even a little too hard, the moment it wobbled even a bit.
“I have you, I have you don’t worry”
Abby didn’t let go of him, but didn’t move to get off either: “you promise you won’t let me fall?”
“I promise. But you can’t go anywhere holding on to me like that” Lars was trying his best to comfort her and discreetly pry her off his arm.
“Right” she let go of his arm, putting her other hand on the handlebar instead; “okay what now?”
“Just start pedaling”
“I think it’s more complicated than that” she remembered the half hour long lecture from her dad on balance before she even got on the bike. He used a chalkboard and gave her homework for crying out loud… maybe her papa was right in saying he should have been a teacher.
“It’s not, just start pedaling”
Abby took a deep breath, just start pedaling, sure, easy enough. The bike started to move, slowly granted, and she could tell Lars was doing most of the work keeping her upright but…a little faster, she remembered what her dad said the faster you go the easier it will be to keep balance.
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She dismounted the bike, it had barely been two blocks but she had to catch her breath. Abby was giddy with excitement, she had ridden a bike, actually done it! And she hadn’t even fallen once, granted… Lars was holding onto her the whole time, but baby steps.
“Thank you!” she threw herself into Lars arms, the bike falling over as he dropped it in surprise.
He didn’t hug her back, not completely at least. “You’re welcome”
He prayed she wasn’t paying too much attention to the blush that was covering his cheeks over the surprise of the hug.
“I’m going to um,” he lost his words, as she let go, still smiling widely looking up at him. Lars shook his head, “I’m going to put the bike on the rack, you’ll get us a table?”
“Of course!” she nodded, “see you in a few!” and went inside. He let out a breath, Lars tried to process how excited she had been over something so simple. Small gestures such as that never really seemed that important. He would have taught just about anyone who asked to ride a bike if they had well… asked. Or, that’s what he had decided to tell himself.
He liked Abby, he was sure he liked her a lot. But he was having a hard time telling what was just her personality and what was indication she felt the same way. She was so open with everyone, she was so sweet with everyone, how could he be sure how she spoke to him was any different?
He really needed to spend more time outside of work with her…
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hi i’m back Windows fucking self-destructed
#seems to have divorced itself from C: so now it's REBOOT LOOP BABEY#still not sure what went wrong? i've determined that my hardware is fine; surprisingly; I thought it was heat damage but nope just software#I am operating from a bootable Linux usb in compatibility mode bc normal mode seems to have gotten a bit borgled during writing </3#wanted to reinstall win10 but uh I couldn't retrieve my product key via command line because Windows didn't know where itself went!#*googles diagnostics to run from command line on my nintendo 3DS internet browser*#maybe i should get a smartphone. nah I have more important shit to buy.#I used linux for a few years and LOVED it; it NEVER crashed. switched back to windows for software compatibilities/gaming#and oh you just love bluescreening and randomly failing don't you. how the hell does microsoft have so much $$$ and can't make a stable OS#well now I'm running tail between my legs back to old reliable!#idk which OS I want to keep... i think ideally i'd fix win10 and dualboot linux mint#worried my tablet drivers wouldn't work. drew this with mouse because I can't install drivers on compatibility mode LOL#anyway I've not had a computer for slightly over a week#real hell is come home from work -> try and fail to fix computer with only the world's least functional browser to help -> sleep repeat#I love fixing computers I hate fixing computers#the despair of suddenly losing a big part of your daily life. the power of figuring out what's wrong and correcting it. exhilarating.#downright SILLY amount of tech loss this year#1 tablet; 1 camera lens; 1 tablet pen; temporarily 1 laptop#oh and a pedal arm that fell off my bike WHILE I WAS RIDING IT last month. fuck what is this luck. stay with me my children.#along with having to fix other people's stuff bc I'm the family tech support#Sometimes life just kicks you while you're down! Over and over lol! life is hard life is stressful i need peace and tranquility etc etc.#lots of tumble to catch up on but crikey i'm exhausted tonight.#uhh art might take a while. given that I can't do digital art rn. at least my WIPs are alive I was worried about hard drive failure.#hope you all are having a smoother ride than i've been. thanks for listening :D#personal
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lay me down [maddy perez]
maddy perez x reader
requested: Can u pls do a maddy perez x reader were the reader saw maddy and nate kissing (btw maddy and the reader r dating) maddy saw him or her (which one u do refer) and tried to run after them but nate stop her. And the next day maddy tried to talk to them but they avoid her and they talk about it and the reader forgive her (idk if u smut but they had make sex) u finish it off.
*not my gif*
It wasn’t odd, you know?
Everyone always warned you. Stay away from Maddy Perez. She will never get over Nate Jacobs.
But you didn’t listen. You don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the fact that you were too fucking in love to keep your head on straight. Actually it was most definitely that reason.
And now every little thing in your body is telling you to that you should’ve listened the first time.
You were on a bike ride home with Rue, Jules, and Lexi when you saw them. She was leaning against the hood of his car and they were kissing. You were too busy looking at the two of them that you couldn’t see the trash can in front of you.
You crashed into the metal clanging against each other as you fell off to the side.
“Woah dude, you okay?” Rue asked, hopping off her bike to extend a hand out to you.
You looked at your arm to see a slight scrape, but other than that you were fine, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” the girls eyes landed on what you were looking it.
Was it just you or was it going in slow motion?
“Wow.” Lexi stated, “I really thought you changed her.”
“I’m gonna say something.” Jules said and you tried to stop her, but you know it was no use, “Hey dick face! You know that she’s dating someone right? You can’t go around and kiss other people’s girlfriends.”
Nate looked like the classic douche he was. With his ‘I could care less’ and his smirk on his face. While Maddy eyes just widened at the sight of you. She pushed Nate away quickly, but the damage was already done.
“And you!” Jules called out to Maddy, “I thought you were different. Despite everyone’s doubts about you and Y/N getting together, I stood by you. I was wrong.”
You hopped back onto the bike and waited for the rest of the girls to get on theirs.
“Y/N! Y/N wait!” Maddy called out and you turned to her with an empty smile.
You just shrugged, “It’s all good. We’re good. I’ll see you around Maddy.” her full name rolling off your tongue causing the both of her to wince. All you do is call her Mads or a pet name.
You pedaled as fast as you could away from the scene, letting out a deeper sigh.
“Y/N?” Lexi asked.
Trying to snap you out of the harsh memory of yesterday. You were sitting at lunch ignoring the girl you’ve been in love with for as long as you could remember. Lexi decided to spend the day with you instead of sitting with her sister and the rest of her friends.
“Sorry, yeah. What’s up?” you asked, running your hands through your face.
“Are you okay?” she said, her eyes filled with concern.
“Lex, you know I love you, but I don’t think that’s a good question to ask.” Rue spoke up, chucking to herself. While Jules looked like she was about to stab someone over there.
Maddy has tried talking to you all day. But every time you’d just walk away or shake your head unapprovingly or even Jules, Rue, or Lexi would stop her before she got the chance to speak.
Well that was working out well until all of a sudden you’re being pulled into a janitor’s closet.
“Woah!” you exclaimed as the door shut behind you. The small little light turning on to reveal the one person you were avoiding the most.
“Hey.” she whispered, softly. Her confident tone wasnt there, her voice was meek and you could tell she’s trying not to break. But you turned around and tried to leave, but she called after you again, “Please don’t go.”
You let out another sigh and faced towards her, crossing your arms over your chest. Patiently waiting for her to start talking.
“Oh, you’re waiting for me to talk. Um yesterday wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t kiss Nate because I’m still in love with him.” you still didn’t say anything so she let out a sigh before continuing, “I kissed him because I was scared. I was scared because of how in love with you I am.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “That makes absolutely no sense.” you pointed out.
“I kissed him because I went over there to tell him that it was over. That I wasn’t going back to him anymore. I wasn’t going to keep the on and off with him because I finally found someone who I love and loves me more than anything.” she whispered, cupping your cheeks softly, “It was a parting kiss. It meant nothing to me because at the end of the day the person I was going back home to is you.”
She brushed the hair away from your face, tracing shapes along your cheek bones, “I love you Y/N Y/L/N, please forgive me.”
You leaned in towards her pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I love you Mads.”
“Still?” she asked, a little teary eyed.
“Always.”
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skate rat choso
This is just a little drabble for skate rat Choso, I got inspo from a cute ass pic of him holding baby Itadori :) no content warnings for this, although I must say it might get cringe? I tried to be wholesome, so let's see how that worked out. Gender neutral readerrrr and idk if i need to say this but choso and reader are 18+ lol
It was finally the first warm sunny day of the season. Birds were chirping, sparse clouds dotted the sky and there wasn’t any pollen in the air to make Choso sneeze. It was the perfect day to go to the skate park.
“Got your helmet?” And of course he was going to bring his little brother Yuji along with him.
“Mhmm!” The excited six year old nodded, nearly falling over as he held up his little helmet covered in sparkly Kirby stickers. Heading out of the house, Yuji ran down the steps, leaving Choso behind to carry his bike and his own skateboard.
“Your backpack, don’t forget this!” Holding up the tiny bag, Choso shrugged his own bag on. Yuji’s didn’t have much in it besides a few bandaids and a bag of chips. Holding his arms up at the bottom of the steps, Yuji waited for Choso to put it on him.
“This is gonna be great!” As soon as he could, Yuji ran down the street with Choso taking longer strides behind him. The walk to the skate park wasn’t far, and they got there in no time to see a couple other people Choso’s age riding around.
“What do you want to do first, do you want to take off the training wheels right away?” Setting Yuji’s bike down, Choso dug in his back for the screwdriver he brought.
“Yeah!” Hopping on the bike, Yuji bounced up and down impatiently, already dreaming of how he was going to fly through the air on the bike. Tossing the now useless wheels to the side, Choso pressed his hand to Yuji’s back.
“I’m going to hold onto you for a little bit to make sure you don’t fall, okay?”
“I’m not a baby!” Yuji shouted, trying to shake off Choso’s hand.
“You’re my baby and I want you to be safe.” Gripping the back of his shirt, Choso stilled Yuji. “Now try to push off.”
Lifting his feet off the ground, Yuji let out a short yelp as he began to sway side to side. Nearly falling several times, he refused to give up and with an almost angry pout on his face he was able to push the pedals and get the wheels spinning forward.
“I’m doing it!” He gasped, looking down at his feet and the way he wasn’t falling over anymore.
“You’re doing great!” Choso jogged a bit behind him, ultimately letting go and watching Yuji ride around in a wide circle.
“Did you see me? Did you?” Coming to a shaky stop, Yuji leapt off his bike and grabbed onto Choso’s shirt, tugging on it.
“I did, you were awesome.” Scooping the young boy up, Choso gave him a big hug. Squirming out of his hold, Yuji picked up his bike again.
“Ride your skateboard with me!” Yuji didn’t wait for Choso to respond, already stumbling to a start on his bike. Tucking their things underneath a tree with a couple other people's belongings, Choso let his board clatter to the ground and stepped on it, pushing off and meeting up with Yuji in no time.
As they rode around, avoiding any big dips or curves, Choso let his eyes wander across the park. There were a fair few people here, a couple that he recognized doing tricks in the bowl and sitting on the sidelines. Later, when Yuji was tired from riding on his bike and he didn’t have to pay attention to him too much, Choso would do some tricks as well and see if he could do anything new.
“Look Yuji, another kid your age is here.” With a little mop of messy black hair, the scowling child had a tiny little skateboard in hand. His helmet was strapped to his backpack that no doubt carried all his protective gear as well.
“I know him, he’s a new kid! He just joined last month.” Stopping slowly, Yuji stared quite obviously at the other boy. “His name is Megumi.”
“Why don’t you go over and ask if he wants to ride around with you?” Choso pushed Yuji towards the boy, finding himself intrigued with the adult that was following him. Riding over to the Megumi, Yuji leaned forward on his handlebars.
“Megumi?” He called out and the boy turned, his eyes widening upon seeing Yuji and Choso. “D’ya wanna ride together?” Megumi was silent, his lips forming a tight line on his face. Glancing at Choso, Megumi scrambled behind the person with him.
“Sorry, he’s a little shy.” You answered, trying to tug him off your pant leg. Smoothing a hand on his back, you leaned down to Megumi. “Is this a boy from your school?” Megumi nodded silently. “Do you want to ride around with him? I bet he’d let you hold onto his handlebars to balance.”
Megumi mumbled something indistinguishable to Choso, but apparently you heard it and understood. There was a quick back and forth and a rushed promise that you’d stay close by, and then Megumi was slowly tiptoeing out from behind you.
“Okay.” Clutching his board to his chest, Megumi looked at Choso and his own board.
“How long have you been skateboarding?” Choso asked, smiling at him. Megumi held up a five and you giggled.
“He’s been doing it for five months now.” Answering for him, you unclip his helmet and plop it on his head. “Show him your board, baby.” Flexing his little fingers, Megumi turned it around, showcasing the underside of the board.
“Cool!” Yuji gasped, stepping closer and pointing at the large wolf painted across the bottom.
“Thanks.” Megumi whispered, smiling softly despite himself.
“You wanna see mine?” Bending down so both boys could see clearly, Choso flipped his over. The deck was horribly scraped and scratched from grinding on metal and concrete and so were the trucks, but you could still make out the dragon design that was once there.
“That’s really cool.” Running his hand along the bottom, Megumi’s eyes gleamed with wonder.
“I can teach you some skating stuff later if you want.” Standing up straight, Choso flicked his eyes over to you. He really wanted you to accept the offer, he wanted an excuse to try and talk to you.
“Y-yes please!” Bouncing on his toes, Megumi looked over at you. “Can he, (Y/N)?”
“Of course!” Giving him a big thumbs up, you fished out his pads from his little backpack. “You have to put your gear on first though.”
Megumi rushed to put his gear on and in no time he and Yuji were riding around the flat parts of the park, both wobbly and slightly unsteady on their feet. Choso sat next to you on a bench and watched them, letting the sounds of the other park goers fill the silence between you.
“I never introduced myself! I’m (Y/N)!” The abruptness of your voice surprised him, but Choso was glad you broke the silence first because he was too nervous to. Waving and smiling at him, you didn’t seem to notice the blush beginning to coat Choso’s cheeks. “I’m Megumi’s older sibling, we just moved to the area not too long ago.”
“Oh uhm yeah, Yuji said that Megumi was a new student.” Nodding dumbly, Choso smiled nervously.
“Yuji is your brother's name?”
“Mhmm! And I’m Choso.” He quickly tacked on, almost forgetting to tell you his own name.
“It’s nice to meet you, Choso. I hope our brothers get along well.” Taking a look over at the two of them, you smiled. “Well actually, I don’t think I have to worry about that.” Pointing over to them, you and Choso shared a soft laugh at watching Megumi and Yuji chase each other around, their wheels lying forgotten on the grass.
“I’m not surprised, Yuji is really outgoing.” Choso had to bite back the stupid grin he had wanting to bubble to the surface. His little brother's ability to make friends with anyone was unexpectedly starting to pay off. If Yuji could make a good bond with Megumi, Choso had no doubt he’d be seeing the two of you again.
“Have you been skating long, Choso?” Your hand skims the edge of the board resting on his lap.
“I started when I was Yuji’s age.” He could remember clearly the very first time he rode a skateboard and the first time he fell off it too. “Do you skate or anything, (Y/N)?”
“I could never!” Rubbing the back of your neck, you laugh, feeling embarrassment come over you at your next words. “I tried to ride Megumi’s little skateboard one time and fell right on my face!”
“Ouch, really?” Laughing a little as well, Choso fiddled with the wheels. “If you want, I can teach you too. It’s not that hard, you just have to balance a little and-”
“(Y/N)!” A sharp wail cut Choso off and you both looked over to where it came from. Clutching his knee, Megumi had tripped and fallen over a ramp. Walking over swiftly, it was a relief to see only a few drops of blood on Megumi’s knee.
“It’s okay, it’s just a little scrape.” Running your hands through his unruly hair, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Do you want a bandaid?”
“I have one!” Yuji shot up, running past Choso and grabbing his backpack. He had a handful of bandaids and laid them in Megumi’s lap. “I have spiderman and hello kitty!” Picking up a sparkly one with strawberries, he held it out to you. “This one’s my favorite!”
“Thanks.” Meguim’s voice wavered slightly and he sniffled a little, but he took the bandaid out of Yuji’s hand and gave it to you to put on him.
“Okay, you’re all better. Go play some more.” A few minutes later Megumi was back on his feet, making sure to stay away from the big structures sticking out of the ground. Sticking around a few seconds longer, you exhaled sharply and turned to Choso.
“So, what was that about teaching me how to skate?”
Choso had never been happier about his decision to come out to the park today. While he loved spending time with his little brother, more than anything else in the world, getting to know you was something that was beginning to rival it.
With his helmet slapped on your head, you looked adorably scared to step on his board. Choosing a corner where no one would skate by, you gripped a concrete column tightly and put a tentative foot on the board.
“I’m scared.” You whined, glancing up at Choso and then back down to your foot.
“Let go of that thing, put more of your weight on the board.” He beckoned you closer, holding out both hands for you to take. Pressing your foot more firmly, you slowly inched your way off the column.
“Oh shit!” Just as you were going to take your other foot off the ground, the board began to slide underneath you. Flailing your arms, you jumped off and a few feet away. “I almost died!”
“It’s okay!” Choso laughed at your dramatics, stopping the board before it could slide too far away. “Take my hand and step on again.”
“You better not let me fall!” Pointing threateningly at him, you took a deep breath and put your foot back on. Bypassing his hand, you gripped his shoulder tightly and shuffled both feet on.
“Bend your knees a little.” Choso’s hand was hovering near your waist. He wasn’t sure if he should grab it or not to help you balance, but you quickly made that decision for him by nearly falling as you leaned too far forward.
“Choso!”
“I got you!” Saving you from certain death, Choso hugged you close to him, putting his foot in front of the wheels to stop it from sliding back and forth. Your fingers were clutching his t-shirt tightly, leaving deep wrinkles in the fabric.
“I don’t think I can do this.” Shaking your head, you forced yourself to stand up straight.
“You haven’t even pushed off yet.” Keeping his hand on your back, Choso let you squeeze the life out of his other hand.
“I don’t know if I want to, you saw me almost die just now.”
“Emphasis on almost.” He chuckled when you swatted at his chest. “Just try it once and then you can say you did it.”
“If I break a leg my mom will be pissed.”
“Don’t break a leg then and you’ll be fine.”
“Shut up.” Giggling at his comment, you squared your shoulders and looked forward. “Okay, I’m going.”
Choso talked you through pushing off, telling you where to put your foot and how to balance on the board while you pressed against the ground. He pulled you along as well, trying to help build up enough speed.
“You’re doing it!” He shouted, trying to let go of you as you started to cruise. You laughed loudly and breathlessly, heart pounding in your ears and legs shaking terribly as you fought to control your body.
“I-I am!” Letting go of Choso’s hand, you slid up to grip his arm. The tiny breaks in the cement were nothing, barely making a dent as you rode over them. What did make a dent, however, was when Choso fully stepped away from you right as the wheels met resistance on a big crack in the ground.
Luckily there was grass in front of you that you could fall into, and you did so with a loud shout accompanying it. With your hands outstretched to break your fall, your knees met the dirt hard and the whole ordeal knocked the wind out of you.
“You okay?” Choso was hunched over you, eyes wide as he knelt down beside you. Taking a moment to roll over and catch your breath, you sat up on your elbow only to be knocked down by Megumi tumbling into you.
“(Y/N)!” Wrapping his arms around your neck, he smooshed his cheek against yours. “You fell!” Nodding at the obvious statement, you wheezed as he squeezed you a bit harder. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, baby.” Blinking hard as you tried to reorientate yourself, you saw Yuji with his bandaids out.
“Do you need one?” Holding up a large yellow one, he looked you over with the seriousness of a doctor.
“No Yuji, I’m good, not bleeding anywhere.” Patting Megumi’s back, you sat up straighter and eventually made your way back on your feet. “But I think I’m good for now on learning how to skateboard.” Brushing the dirt off your clothes, you glared at the crack you had tripped over.
“That’s fair.” Choso nodded, taking his helmet back from you.
“Don’t get hurt again.” Megumi chided, patting the parts of your body he could reach.
“Promise I won’t.” Hooking your pinky with his, you shook your hands together.”
“Hey Megumi, do you want to skateboard with me?” The question from Choso made Megumi immediately turn away from you, forgetting all about his fallen sibling and nodding so hard he almost fell over.
“Yes!” Megumi ran to grab his things, rushing to put his gear back on and meet Choso at a small ramp. You and Yuji trailed behind, choosing another ramp close by to play with. Yuji had gotten more familiar with his bike, only needing help stopping and staying balanced at times.
“(Y/N), do you and Megumi live close to the park?” He asked, doing circles around you.
“Mhmm, we do.”
“We live close too!” Yuji gasped, taking a second to look at you before going back to his task. “We come all the time, you should come too. And bring Megumi.”
“I have a feeling we’ll be coming by a lot.” You snorted, looking up to see Megumi going down a tiny ramp with Choso right beside him. Megumi was utterly enamored with the older man, completely focused on what he was saying and doing.
Hours passed of the four of you playing together in the park. Megumi showed off his ability to go down a ramp without falling many times, and he and Yuji raced on their respective wheels from one end of the park to the other. You also ate lunch together, Choso chatting you up when he could and ignoring the tingle of nervousness at the back of his mind.
“Ice cream!” As the sun began to set and the clouds were dyed a pastel orange, the shout from another kid alerted Yuji and Megumi, and the distinctive melody of the ice cream man flowed through the air.
“Choso!”
“(Y/N)!” Both boys gasped, looking between you with wide, hopeful eyes.
“I’ll buy.” Choso already had his wallet out and was getting up from the spot in the grass you’d chosen to take up residence in.
“Are you su-”
“Yay!” Jumping up as well, Yuji and Megumi ran to get in line for ice cream.
“Be back in a sec.” Choso didn’t give you the chance to argue about who would pay, already walking over to join them. In just a few minutes time, they were back with big smiles on their faces.
“Look, we got the same one!” Yuji announced to you, holding up the spongebob ice cream he and Megumi both got. “It’s got gum for eyes.”
“Here, we got you one too.” Choso handed you a frozen treat, munching on his own. “Megumi said you liked ice cream sandwiches.”
“You didn’t have to.” Taking a bite, a delightful shiver went up your spine as the treat came in contact with your teeth.
“I wanted to.” He shrugged, eating his ice cream quickly and crumpling up the wrapper. Choso was itching to skate a bit, try some new tricks and potentially show off to you, and now was a good time: there weren’t as many people left at the skatepark, most tired out from a full day and going home.
“I’m gonna skate around a bit.” He announced after gathering up the courage. Picking his board up, Choso made a point to put his helmet on. He wanted to set a good example for Yuji and Megumi and cracking his skull open on the concrete wasn’t the way to achieve that.
“You guys have to watch! Choso is really good at skateboarding!” Yuji was the best wingman Choso could ask for and he didn’t even have to tell him to do anything. Moving closer to the bowl, as you sat down on a bench, both Yuji and Megumi cuddled into your sides.
Choso started off slow, cruising and going over smooth inclines. He’d done many dangerous stunts before in front of a lot of different people, but having you here was making him a bit timid and as he did a kickflip he could only hope you found it exciting.
He refused to look at you as he did a few tricks, grinding down a handrail and popping his board up. A few times he fell or stumbled off and an embarrassed blush overtook his face, contrary to how he would normally brush off any mistakes he made.
“Choso go down there!” Yuji shouted, pointing at the large bowl encompassing the middle of the park.
“Okay!” He yelled back, riding over to it and dropping in with no hesitation. There wasn’t anyone else in with him, so he had full range to do whatever he wanted. Going as fast as he could, his shirt clung to his body from the force of the wind passing by.
“Woah!” Megumi shouted, lurching forward to see Choso carving across a curve and popping up, flipping his board in the air a few times before landing back down and skating away. “(Y/N) did you see that?!”
“I did.” As impressed as you were by the trick, Megumi was ten times that. Every single move, Megumi was inch further and further off the bench until he was right at the edge of the bowl and bouncing up and down in excitement.
“C’mere.” Hopping out, Choso lifted Megumi under his armpits and put him on the board. Setting his feet around Megumi, Choso dropped back in, holding the boy around his waist as they pumped up and over curves. Megumi let out happy squeals as they rode up ramps and along the railing of the bowl.
After both Yuji and Megumi had a chance to ride in the bowl with Choso, they were properly exhausted. Flopping onto you once more, they were almost too tired to watch Choso finish his run.
When it was time to leave, Choso was pleasantly surprised to learn that you lived in the same direction as him, getting the chance to walk you home.
“So uh, what’d you think?” He asked as you headed out of the park, Yuji half asleep in his arms. “Of my skating.”
“It was really cool.” You flashed him a smile, your own little brother walking slowly next to you. “And I know Megumi loved it too.”
“Awesome.” Letting out a quick sigh of relief, Choso rushed out his next words. “I should give you my number so our brothers can hang out again.”
“Totally! Yuji was saying earlier that he wanted me to bring Megumi back to the park.” Choso would seriously have to thank Yuji later. He quickly got your number, already trying to cook up a reason to text you that wasn’t related to his brother.
“You live here?” Coming upon your house, Choso’s brows rose. “We live just down the street, at the end of the block.” It makes sense now why there were moving vans here just a few weeks ago.
“Guess that makes us neighbors, huh?” Ruffling Megumi’s hair, you gestured to Choso. “Say goodbye, baby.”
“Bye Choso, bye Yuji.” Megumi waved, already shuffling toward the front door. Yuji barely waved back, snuggling closer into Choso’s shoulder.
“I’ll text you later, okay? Maybe we can get frozen yogurt or something?” You said, beginning to slide your feet across the pavement after Megumi. Choso was probably just projecting his own emotions but he could have sworn you looked a little nervous asking.
“That’d be awesome.” A light blush dusted his cheeks and he nodded like a fool. “I’m free whenever.”
“See you later.” Giving one last final wave, you closed the door behind you, leaving Choso on the sidewalk. Turning abruptly, he walked down to his house, keeping his head down to avoid anyone seeing the large, uninhibited smile on his cheeks. He was really happy he went to the park today.
#jujutsu kaisen#choso#choso x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jujutsu kaisen fanfic
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Jack had a tough childhood (father left, depressed mom, younger siblings to take care of) but he refuses to talk about it to anybody other than Bee because he thinks it'll make him less tough
thank you anon for jack's backstory!! here's one of the top 5 worst days of jack's life, i'm sorry.
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Jack Young was fine. He was fine.
Until April 27th. Freshman year.
He normally stuck to his room after school, after practice. He shared his bedroom with the washer and dryer, tucked away in his closet. He didn’t mind, really. His parents agreed not to run it at night, so he’s gotten used to the sound during the day. His mom was normally quiet enough unloading it on weekends if he was still asleep, and his dad never came down to the basement as it was.
It was better than sharing his old room with the little ones. Drew was always quiet for a baby, but the twins were in their terrible twos. They went more days with Mandy crying than not.
But on April 27th, both of his parent’s cars were in the driveway when he got off the bus. He hiked his exy bag further up his shoulder and wedged himself through the door, then stopped. Boxes lined the wall to his left, and three suitcases stood on the right. He set his duffle and his backpack down. He could hear his parents’ voices before he stepped inside, but they didn’t stop when he came into the kitchen, into view.
His or his siblings’ presence was usually enough for any arguing to stop until a later time. Normally, his father had enough control to table the discussion until he didn’t have an audience. He wasn’t subtle about it, and Jack knew there had been problems for years now, but he still had the mind to try and keep it concealed.
“-can’t just blame it on the fact that you’re sick up top!”
“What’s going on?” He stopped short at the end of the hallway. His dad stuttered to a stop. He was leant back against the kitchen counter with his hands bracing the edge. He wasn’t in his work clothes. “Did you take off early to see my game? It’s in an hour, Josh is already driving me, but if you’re going we can ride together,” he said. He wasn’t the reason. He made Varsity as a freshman and he was finally playing his first game in playoffs, but he wasn’t the reason his father took off work. He knew he wasn’t the reason, but there were boxes by the front door and his parents had been bickering behind his back for years. He was a realist, he thought, but he still didn’t want to think the worst.
Jack’s father stood straight, ran a hand down his face and scratched at his beard. “I- no, I forgot about the game, I’m sorry, but- no, no, I-I’m leaving.”
Jack’s face fell. “Where?” His voice was small. “Why? Are you going on a work trip?”
“No, Jack-”
“Well, where are you going?” His fingers were numb and twitching at his side.
Jack’s father slung a backpack around his shoulder, “Just- out of here, bud.” He slid past Jack, who grabbed his arm. “Jack.”
“Where are you going, Dad” He pursed his lips. “You can’t just say you’re leaving and not even say where to- is it cause Mom’s disorder?” His father paused. “Bipolar disorder. Bipolar one, I know about it.” He looked to his mother. “I’ve seen the pills in the medicine cabinet, I looked it up. You guys aren’t subtle- you’ve never been subtle. I know you fight when we’re not around, but-but you can still fix whatever’s wrong.”
His father sighed and pulled his arm out of Jack’s grip. “It’s not cause of that. Things have just changed, I can’t stay here anymore. Can’t fix everything.” He started down the hall. Jack didn’t know where the lying stopped and started with him.
Jack looked back to his mother. When she didn’t move, he followed his father out the door. Back and forth as he loaded boxes into his car. “You gonna help or what?”
The humidity caught on Jack as they walked from the door to the car. “No, I’m not gonna help you leave us. Are you crazy? Mom works all week and Saturdays, who’s supposed to watch the babies while I’m at practice on the weekend?” He grabbed his arm when he didn't answer. “Hey!”
His father spun around out of his hold. “I don’t know, Jack! Figure it out, you’ll be fine! Jesus, it’s one day, I need to get my shit sorted.” He turned to shut the trunk and made his way to the driver's side. “This is sudden for you, I know, but this is happening!” He slid into the car before Jack could get another word in and started it up.
“What about us!” Jack shouted. “What about me!” His father ignored him, put the car in reverse and turned his body to look out the back window. Jack pounded his fist against the window, and staggered after the car as it backed out. “Hey! Answer me, you coward!”
Jack’s mother wrapped her arms around her son to stop him from following the car but he thrashed against her. “No- No!” He blinked angry tears from his eyes and grunted as he broke out of his mother’s arms. “Why would you let him leave!”
She looked helpless. She was, it just wasn’t something Jack was able to notice in the moment. He was already fueled up on his own anger and helplessness. Confusion and devastation.
His mother shrugged with her arms out at her sides. “He would’ve left anyway, Jack.” She shook her head. “He would’ve left when you went to your game. He’s been planning on it for weeks, I tried to get him to stay, baby. I tried.” She turned as he shouldered past her. He came right back out of the house with his exy bag around his shoulders and snagged his bike from the side of the house.
“Oh, at least let me drive you-”
“No.”
He swung his leg over and started pedaling. His school was four and a half miles from home, but he couldn’t be in his house without his mother coming to bother him, and he couldn’t be in the car with her either.
The tears that fell onto his cheeks were cold, and the wind that whipped them from his face. The back peddle of the bike needed air. He wasn’t stopping to satisfy it.
“Fucking broken just like-” he gasped and swerved to the side to avoid being hit by a car screeching to a stop. There was a stop sign for both the bike path and the road, but Jack had gone right through it. “Jesus,” he panted. Not even wearing a helmet.
He dropped the bike against the rack in front of the school, just outside the gym doors. They were unlocked for the athletes coming and going, and in preparation for exy fans to come claim their spots in the stands ahead of time. The game wasn’t for another hour, but the student section usually filled up a half hour before serve. That meant he had maybe twenty minutes to himself.
Jack slipped into the locker room and into his gear, and gripped his stick tight as he walked onto the court. It was dimly lit. No one was supposed to be there yet. Good enough.
Jack only had a few balls, but he only had one drill in mind and a few were enough. It was a Raven solo rebound drill, nailing the ball in just the right spot that it would come right back to your net without having to move. Jack saw Kevin Day do it for all of maybe six seconds during warm ups when his friend brought him to a playoff game the year before. Ravens versus UNC, it was only an hour from them. It was spectacular.
He threw the ball until the lights flickered on, but didn’t stop until his coach called his name. “Nervous?” He didn’t answer, but collected his balls and headed for the door. His coach stopped him once he reached her side. “Hey. Don’t be nervous. You’re ready.”
All Jack could do was nod silently. This was the Varsity coach, she didn’t need his personal problems on her court. Not nearing the end of the playoffs.
So he stayed quiet until warm up, and he played so hard that he fell to his knees once the final buzzer sounded.
Lindsey Davidson, a senior and the team’s captain, curled her arm underneath his armpit and pulled him up against her. She was smiling, but her words were sharp in his ear. “You did good today, but I never want to see you blow out your whole body on the court again. That’s why we have subs.” He tried to lift himself from her side but she pulled him back close and walked him over to the others. “Can you walk?”
He nodded. He thought so, at least. “Um, I rode my bike here. It’s got a flat tire.”
“You can catch a ride with me and Bryce,” she said and passed him off to her cluster of cheering teammates.
Jack stood on his front porch for a good minute before he could step inside. When he did, his mother was waiting for him with dinner leftovers to heat up and his siblings all knocked out on the couches. “Spaghetti and meatballs, if you’re hungry,” she offered.
He nodded and collapsed at the table. His knees felt like they were creaking like an old door hinge. When his mother joined him at the table again he stared at his food. “What happened,” he mumbled. He looked up. “Why now? What happened that this was the last straw?”
She shrugged. Jack wanted to call her out, tell her to give him a real answer. Instead he looked away.
“You should have warned me this was coming.” She started to say something but barely got past the first syllable. “No. You said he was planning on leaving us for weeks. You knew the whole time.”
She looked defeated. Jack stood from the table with his food and left without a word down to his room.
#jack young#aftg#tfc#trk#tkm#the foxhole court#the foxes#freshmen#the one where someone doesn't know who kevin day is#kind of oc#palmetto state university#palmetto state foxes#exy#neil josten#andrew minyard#kevin day#bisexual kevin day#kevin day x dalton miller#oc: dalton miller
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Simple Joys of Life: [2] Auburn Cycle
(Spinel x Reader)
“WOOHOO!!!”
Spinel joyfully shouted out with her bubbly laughter following behind. Her twin pigtails ruffled wildly in the forced wind and her noodle like arms falling behind as well.
“Spinel! Slow down!” Your voice called to gem who is also more than a few yards away after descending the mountain roads. Luckily, this road was made for people to bike or hike for fun. “Bicycles can only go a certain speed!”
The handlebar shook at the lack of contact from Spinel’s hands, but she grabbed it before it could get more violent. “You worry too much!!! I’ve got it!” She winks back at you.
That caused you to roll your eyes and you began watching as Spinel stood up to move her bicycle side to side. You couldn’t see, but you can tell her smile was one of full happiness. Freedom.
Until she gets careless....
“SPINEL!!!”
The gem opened her eyes and panicked at the very sharp turn coming up. Her fingers reach for the brakes.
“Don’t pull the breaks!!!”
It is more dangerous if she were to pull the brakes at the speed she held on the bicycle. You had told her that before, but it’s reasonable that anyone would automatically reach for it in panic. Now, the action caused the bike to flip and launched Spinel through a thick group of trees.
You were glad you had held your speed to a minimum as you skid your bike to a stop with ease. Parting the leaves, you notice there’s a big pond and a small part of the surface was bubbling.
Suddenly, Spinel popped up and spouts out a stream of water from her mouth. A tiny fish had also fell out of her mouth. Her expression turned to comical shame, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
“Oh, thank the heavens you’re a gem.” You say with relief.
It didn’t take long for her to phase the water off her form and the two of you are now back on the road. Although, this time your strolling with your bicycles to your sides.
“That was so embarrassing.” Spinel complained.
You snickered, “I told you to be careful.”
Spinel puffs her cheeks and became defensive, “No, you didn’t! You said slow down! There’s a difference, (Y/n).”
With a gentle and playful nudge, you just smile it off, “Either way. I’m just so glad you didn’t get hurt.”
Her magenta eyes caught sight of your close eyed smile which made her gem swell with happiness. “It’s gonna take a lot more than small bicycle crash to take me down.” She boasts.
You hum in response and stop to mount your bike, “Yeah. I bet that poor fish was so thankful that you saved it from drowning.” With that said, you immediately pedal away in laughter.
“HOW DARE YOU!” Spinel began to pedal behind with a bright embarrassed face.
“You can’t stay mad at me for long!” You grin at her as she catches up and you’re riding beside each other. A thought crossed your mind at how a gem like herself had been complaining earlier that day and she said that riding a bicycle is boring. Maybe it’s because there had been a tiny bit of adventure while heading up the mountain.
Why was it a tiny adventure?
Well, it had been funny and worrisome when teaching the gem how to ride a bicycle, but she handled it faster than you thought. Plus when you two stopped at an old campsite to rest, a bear had been roaming around. Of course, you panicked and ran, this also made Spinel run with you.
“You’re a gem!!! Why are you running?!” You shout.
Spinel realized and giggled sheepishly, “Oh yeah!” She wrapped her arm around you while swinging amongst the trees and the along the way she grabbed your bicycles. Spinel lands on a ledge where nothing can reach you two and it so happens to overlook the entire tree land.
“Wow.”
That was the only breathtaking response from the pink hearted gem. She sits down as a gentle breeze rustled all the leaves of each tree, seeming like the sound of far ocean waves. “I didn’t realize that trees have their own waves.”
You pull out a small packed lunch from the basket of your bicycle. “There’s tons of surprises Earth has to offer. Unfortunately, most of the population can’t see the most prized and precious thing they’re given.”
From this view and somewhere between those trees, the small town that you and Spinel are staying at had a reason to call their town, ‘Auburn Well’. The trees are a mix of fall and spring colors, mostly autumn colors.
“I’m lucky then. Especially when the first surprise was you.” Spinel slowly tips to the side to lay her heading on your shoulder. Her eyes lock into a stare with your own before they close into a close eyed grin.
You feel your face heat up.
“Wanna know why?~” She sings and boops your nose. “Because I WHEELIE like you.”
Your eyes twitch and you fall back, laughing hysterically. She laughs with you and her cheeks flush brightly, seeming embarrassed. You start to snort and try to slow your laugh, “Almost... You almost had me.”
Spinel shrugs with a smile, “I tried. Give me some credit.”
You mount your bike and roll your eyes with amusement, “Nah, I’m just TWO-TIRED for this.”
“Oh-ho-ho!” Spinel laughs and springs up to hug your head. “That was bad. Leave the puns to the professional, Sweetie.”
That’s when it all lead up to both of you wrestling and nearly rolling off the edge to your rooms, if Spinel hadn’t sprung back up to the top with you. The lunch had been forgotten and the sun was nearing the late afternoon, so back to the present;
The sun is slowly disappearing and Spinel brought out the small lanterns to hook onto the bikes. A few cars pass by while heading onto the main road and you began to watch as Spinel started doing tricks with the bicycle. Bouncing it on one wheel, turning in midair in a 180, until she bounced the front wheel.
Spinel backflipped hard onto the leaf covered ground and a broken wheel rolling off somewhere into the forest.
At this, you face palm and let her ride on your bike. Her arms are now around your middle and you can feel your squeeze you gently like a long lasting hug as you start pedaling back toward town. Recalling all of Spinel’s fails today, you couldn’t help but snicker.
“What?”
“Ah, nothing. I just realized how much embarrassing fails you did today.” You muse playfully.
Spinel buried her face against your shoulder with a pout, “Oh quiet you.”
You giggle and take one of your hands off the handle to pat her hand that’s resting on her coil of arms. She softly squeezes you to show that she understood your playful manner.
Riding more slowly through town, the two of you stop at the bed and breakfast place that Steven’s dad rented for you and Spinel. Well, Connie and Steven were here too for Connie’s break from college. By now, it’s dark, but there’s still people out and about to enjoy this town’s historic buildings.
“There you two are! Do you realize how late it is? Seriously, how far did you guys take our bikes out riding?” Steven scold softly.
You park the bicycle as Connie waves from the top window while you wave back happily.
“Wait.....Spinel....where’s my bike?”
Spinel freezes as her pigtails stood straight up before they droop. She laughs nervously, “Well, you see, Steven. Your bike got TWO-TIRED and decided to take a stroll to find a new ATTIRE.” She jazzy hands and cringes at her joke. “Oh, that didn’t turn out too well. I’m gettin’ rusty. AH!”
Steven began chasing her around the block as Spinel just springs around with loony laughter at his lack of capture.
You watch them and take an auburn leaf from your hair. It laid there on your palm before a breeze swept it off toward the sky. It wasn’t long before Steven walks up to the door, giving Spinel a noogie to her head and she snickered.
“And you’re not getting of it either, (Y/n)!” Steven grinned playfully and pulled you into a headlock with his other arm. “You two took off with our bicycles when we had the day planned with them.”
You and Spinel glance at each other and smirk. “You know what they—“
“—The early bird gets the worm.” Spinel finished.
Both of you laugh and quickly hold Steven down to get him a noogie.
An Auburn Cycle through the autumn leaf mountains had been another amazing memory with Spinel.
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"Go go go go!" Osamu shouted as gunfire rained down on the pair, their backs to a flaming building.
It was a classic case of a mission gone awry, the two's incessant bickering alerting half the building of their presence during their "quiet" escape.
"It's your fault we're doing this in the first place! No we're gonna be here for so much longer," Chuuya snapped, his powerful legs quickly closing the distance between him and a random car parked on the curb.
Thoughtlessly, he smashed open the window while Osamu looped around the car, smashing the opposite window. The two quickly pulled the car doors open from the inside, slipping in and shutting the doors with a slam. Chuuya reached in front of him to begin the hot wiring process.
"Wrong side!" Osamu sang, his hands playing with the wires under the wheel.
"Hey! Let me drive you bastard!"
"No can do, we're out of time. Besides it's not like you could reach the pedals anyway," Osamu chuckled, slamming his foot on the gas as their pursuers hopped onto moterbikes.
Chuuya glared at Osamu's irritatingly smug face, ignoring the ear splitting shatter of bullets against the back window.
"You suck ass at driving! If those guys don't kill us, you will!" Chuuya shouted just before he was thrown against the car due to a sharp spin of the wheel.
"Yea well you drive like a grandma! Remember when you stopped at a stop sign while we were being chased?"
"There was a cat in the middle of the road! We're mafia, not heartless! I mean at least I can turn without the car going on two wheels."
"How is that a good thing? Where's the fun in having all wheels on the ground?" Osamu punctuated his point by drifting down an allyway, slowing down their followers just a little, "okay now shoot at them, it's a narrow road even you can't miss."
"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Chuuya pulled a handful of bullets out of his pocket, leaning out the passenger window and throwing them behind the car.
Rubber squealed as bullets punctered the tires of the bikes, sending their drivers careening into one another. Chuuya silently congratulated himself.
"Don't get too happy, we're still far from headquarters," Osamu nudged at Chuuya with his free hand, the car weaving down the empty road.
"If we even make it that far in this coffin on wheels," Chuuya gritted, his arms braced on the center console and door respectively.
"Awh, have a little more faith in me chibikko," Osamu pouted, the car flying over a speed bump, sending the riders and any object not nailed down flying.
A sudden bubble of air forced it's way out of Chuuya, alerting him of the nausea which had been lingering in his gut since entering this death trap. He clapped a hand over his mouth, shocked at the sudden intense feeling.
"Holy shit," he hiccuped, "Your piss-poor driving actually made me fucking carsick."
"That sounds like a you problem," Osamu retorted, turning away from the road to smirk at his passenger.
"It's gonna be an us problem when I puke on your smug ass."
Osamu's smile dropped.
"You wouldn't dare."
Chuuya fake gagged at the driver, eliciting a scream out of the latter. The car swerved precariously as Osamu took his hands off the wheel in favor of pushing Chuuya away.
"Dude! Keep your hands on the fucking wheel," Chuuya cried, using his hand to supress a gag.
"Keep your stomach in your fucking stomach!"
Seething, Chuuya turned away, instead trying to distract himself with the horizon.
"Just, drive a little softer... please," he requested, voice faint and genuine, completely unlike his usual tone.
Ignoring him, Osamu pressed down on the pedal faster- opting to arrive at the center of the city before Chuuya had a chance to get sick. Chuuya's mouth was downturned, his arms hugging his midsection.
His plan worked, as they usually do, and the car came to a squealing stop outside the main building. A man in a suit was waiting for them. Stepping out of the car, Osamu rested his head on the car roof to prompt the member.
"Boss would like to speak with you," he informed, deadpan.
Osamu cursed under his breath, already knowing what the meeting would be adressing. Putting on a smile, he drummed the top of the car, avoiding where bullets had sharpened the car.
"Well you heard him! We should go, it's bad to keep the boss waiting."
Chuuya groaned, the world still spinning around him as Osamu pulled him onto his feet and towards the familiar buidling. The former knew better than to protest, having experienced Ougai's silent rage towards whoever leaves the boss expectant. That feeling of shame was far worse than the nausea fiercely gripping his stomach.
The elevator ride was a living hell, Chuuya's stomach remaining on the first floor as the rest of his body travelled up. Seeing the city grow smaller through the glass walls was vertigo inducing, a feeling Chuuya had never felt even when meters in the air using his ability. Maybe it was due to the lack on control. When using his ability or driving, Chuuya never experienced a problem akin to this. Closing his eyes didn't help, the neverending movement only playing against his eyelids like a shitty projector.
After a truly painfully long time, the elevator stopped with a ding, it's doors opening slowly. Trying to present himself as best as possible, Chuuya crossed the threshold and into the boss' office with a straight back and one step ahead of Osamu.
His jaw was clenched at this point, respect and fear for the boss being the only thing holding his lunch in place. What would happen when that wore off? When the nausea came to a breaking point which loomed like a wave, large and close to break, what would Chuuya do then?
He didn't have long to ponder this, his body lurched forward before even being able to adress Ougai. Appauled with his bodys betrayal, Chuuya apologized. Osamu side eyed him, before speaking with Ougai.
"You called us?" Osamu prompted.
"I did. What happened today?"
"Someone," Osamu nodded towards Chuuya who was struggling to hold himself upright, "got too offended by a joke and started yelling."
"Oh, as if it's," he paused to stifle a burp, "my fault!"
"And how did that happen?" Ougai motioned towards Chuuya.
"This bastard never learned how to drive!" A retch tailed his statement, much to Chuuya's horror.
Osamu stepped away silently and Chuuya fell to his knees, hands in fists against the floor.
"And he never learned how to handle a couple bumps and turns!"
"Shut. Up," Chuuya demanded through his teeth, eyes closed with concentration.
The guards shifted uncomfortably across the room.
"Help him to the restroom," Ougai commanded, staring Osamu in the eye.
"What!" He all but yelled, "why me? He can crawl there himself!"
"Osamu. Now."
Scowling at Ougai, Osamu grimaced down at Chuuya before offering his hand.
"Is this," Chuuya paused to swallow down his nausea, "our punishment?"
"Only if you look at it that way," Ougai responded as Chuuya reluctantly look Osamu's hand.
Chuuya was able to hold his composure- or what shreds were left of his composure- until the pair made it into the hallway.
"If you puke on me I will put dried shit in all of your cigarettes," Osamu threatened through clenched teeth.
"Don't tempt me," Chuuya retorted through similarly clenched teeth. It's not that he wanted to get sick on his "partner" but the odds really weren't in his favor right now. Plus, it's not like Osamu didn't deserve it.
As soon as the bathrooms came into view, Chuuya peeled himself out of Osamu's hold and stumbled over to one of the sinks. Planting his hands firmly on the basin, he allowed his upped back to arch with a heave.
"You're disgusting," Osamu stated plainly from the entryway.
"Like you're," he gagged openly, "one to talk."
"At least I'm not retching like a cat choking on a hairball!"
"At least my hair doesn't look like an overgrown sewer rat wearing dollar hair extentions!"
"Oh hoh hoh, YOU'RE one to talk about hair."
"The hell is that supposed to me-"
His head was still facing towards Osamu when a final gag brought up a mouthful of sick.
Both their eyes went wide as they registered what had just took place. Osamu was mortified, looking at the splatters of illness on his finely polished shoes.
"Awh fuck! Go back over the sink!" Osamu jumped into the hair.
"Shut u-" a burp over took his threat, leaving his attempt at enounciation sounding more like a frog.
Another, far heavier wave came out, splashing messily into the sink basin. His fingers were dirtied with the foul substance, it's smell permeating the small room.
"This is your fucking fault you overrated, bland ass, one man Romeo and Juliet remake.
"You're buying me new shoes."
"Fat chance, JD"
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Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 4/5
(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)
genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy
summary: in which the yugi twins, kou minamoto and sousuke mitsuba went to find [name]
"The night without a single starlight, the path we walked on is lonely and regretful"
It was around 7:15 am when Amane woke up from his bed. He scratched his messy hair while looking at Tsukasa hugging his pillow with a tiny drool on the side of his lips. The older twin hopped off the bed as he made his way to his sleeping brother. “Oi Tsukasa, wake up we have to leave early!”
“Five more minutes” Tsukasa groaned against the pillow he was hugging. Amane's eyes twitched in annoyance. Yesterday, Tsukasa was the one pestering his older brother about being excited on the upcoming trip.
Amane lets out an exaggerated sigh, he smacked the back of his brother's head. “Ow! What the—” Tsukasa opened his eyes and rubbed the back of his head pouting. “I'm up!”
“Good.” Amane walks away from their room and went straight to the bathroom. Tsukasa rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. He stood up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
The shower room was a bit steamy since Amane activated the heater to produce hot water. He sighed, water droplets begin to trickle down from his hair to his skin. Amane placed his hands against the wall in front of him, his hair looked damped as it continues to drip droplets of water like rain.
Amane stepped out of the shower whilst wrapping a towel around his torso. He grabbed another towel to dry his hair and draped it around his neck for a little while.
After drying himself, Amane puts on his undergarments, then his oversized black shirt tuckdd in to his black cargo pants. He grabbed a belt and buckled it to his pants. Finally, he grabbed his white hoodie with a silhouette of a rocket ship as a design and puts it inside his bag.
“Tsukasa, are you done?” Amane asked, grabbing his black backpack nearby and putting on one of its straps.
Tsukasa came out, he's wearing a grey shirt with striped sleeves that has a smiley face on it. He's wearing black shorts, he doesn't like anything that covers his legs. “Yeah, I'm done!”
“Mitsuba and the Minamoto kid must be waiting for us.” Amane beckoned him to go downstairs to the doorway to change their shoes. “If we don't go early, we wouldn't be able to find her. [name] said to meet her in 5:53 pm so let's go!”
“We need some food too, Amane!” Tsukasa went to the kitchen and grabbed two packs of Lays. He stuffed it inside Amane's backpack. “Okay, that's all!”
‘I was gonna say that we're gonna eat in a fast food restaurant but that works I guess.’ Amane puts on his black chonky-soled boots. “Let's go.” he stood up as the twins went out of their house, starting their quest to find [name].
“We just have to ride two trains towards Sanaol Academy.” Mitsuba mentions. “We don't have to waste four hours of getting there.”
Kou looked over to Amane and sweatdropped. “Senpai, why are you dressing so casually? I thought we're supposed to find [name]?” he said.
“He's going to flex his fashion sense for [name].” Mitsuba smugs at Amane earning a smack from the latter, the pink haired boy is known for being a cocky bastard and a tease especially to his close friends.
“Let's go to the train station.” Amane tells the three boys who were glancing all over the place. They nodded as they followed Amane towards the nearest station to take the train towards Yokohama to [name]'s school.
The train ride took longer than they thought it would be. Tsukasa was sitting on one of the seats while texting with someone on the phone. Mitsuba and Kou were sleeping next to each other during the ride. As for Amane, he remained standing, clinging on one of the handles next to Tsukasa's seat.
Amane was listening through his headphones while scrolling through his phone. The train stopped for the people who are going to leave and the people who are going inside.
Amane has his eyes on his phone that he didn't even realize that the train was crowding with people. A certain girl wearing a fluffy jacket with a crop top underneath and a pair of cargo pants passed by the standing boy.
Then, he heard a sound that made his eyes widen. Amane looked over to the person who just passed by but they were already gone. “Amane?” Tsukasa called. “What are you looking at?”
Amane shook his head. “That was nothing.” he replied flatly.
What he did not know is that it was [name] who passed by.
Amane fell asleep while hanging on to one of the handles in the train. The train halted to its next stop making his eyes flutter open. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. “It's noon already.” he mentions.
“Wake them up.” Amane covered his mouth to yawn as he beckons Tsukasa to wake Mitsuba and Kou since they arrived to Yokohama.
The four of them stepped out of the train. Amane looked around for the person who passed by him that triggered a sound. He furrowed his eyes in confusion and shook his head. “You three want something to eat?”
“I mean, we’re hungry anyways of course we want to.” Mitsuba cocked an eyebrow at Amane as if the answer is obvious that they were hungry because of the train ride. Amane looked over to his phone, then pointed at the distance.
“There’s a fast food restaurant that we can go to.” He pointed out.
“Then what the hell were we waiting for? New Year? Let’s go!” Mitsuba waves his hands towards Kou and Tsukasa who were admiring the tall buildings and the roaming transportations. The four boys started to walk their way to a nearby restaurant.
After ordering their food from the counter, the four of them took some seats by the window. “Now that we’re here, when do we start looking?” Kou unwrapped the wrapper that was around the burger, then took a bite from it. “You said we’ll start by going to Sanaol Academy”
“After we eat I guess.” Amane sipped on the cherry soda he was drinking, looking at the window deep in thought. He was kind of nervous of meeting [name] like he wanted to make a good impression of her. “Hmm, what should I say when we meet?”
“Give her a pick up line!” Mitsuba suggested with a cocky grin but it turned into a look of disgust after that. “But not the corny ones of course. Ew.”
“Yeah, Amane!” Tsukasa added, agreeing with Mitsuba's idea. Truth to be told, Amane is a pretty charming guy and everything about him is godly so they're sure that he can initiate a pick up line. “Tell us your best pick up line!”
Amane slowly raised his hand and awkwardly smiled. “Hi...?”
Mitsuba sat there judging Amane with a look of disgust and cringe. Tsukasa's eyes twitched and he looked like he was gonna rant out on how he should make a pick up line. “Amane, you're never gonna have a girlfriend if you stick with that.”
And so when they got out of the restaurant, Mitsuba and Tsukasa gave Amane a lecture about flirting with girls. You can't blame him though, he doesn't have any experience with girls so he has poor knowledge about it. “Maybe you two shouldn't pressure Senpai like that.” Kou worriedly looks at Amane. “Just say hi and smile at her, talk about your backgrounds and stuffs.”
Amane smiled and ruffled his junior's blonde hair. “Thanks, kid.”
“Oi!” Mitsuba whirled around to the two. “We're here in Sanaol Academy.” he pointed out to the gate of the school.
Amane's heart quickened in nervousness, could it be that he was finally meeting [name] behind those letters?
The choppy haired boy saw a girl going out from the school, he decided to go and ask her of she knew [name]. “Ah, excuse me.” Amane called the girl.
“Yo!” she greeted back with a quirkful grin. “Whaddya need?”
“Do you know someone named [name] [surname]?” Amane asked while twiddling his fingers.
“[name]-san?” the girl rubbed her chin to think and then her eyes lit up when she knew. “Oh yes! She's from my dance class!”
“[name]-san is a dancer?” Amane tilted his head.
“Yeah, she takes dancing lessons after school.” She grabbed a lollipop and plopped it inside her mouth. “But she left an hour ago after the practice.”
“Oh.” Amane felt like he was relying on false hope.
“Are you perhaps her boyfriend?”
Mitsuba let out a plfft sound, Tsukasa tried his best not to utter an 'oop' and Kou stood there wondering what the hell is going on. Amane's face turned red till the tips of his ears. “N-No! I-I'm just her friend, that's all—”
“Drop the cap, Amane.” Tsukasa cocked his head and raised his enclosed fist. “We been knew you have a thing for her—”
“Tsukasa I swear—”
“But I think I know wheres she's heading.” The girl interrupted the two twin boys from talking. “[name]-san is always heading towards that abandoned ferris wheel that she's talking about.”
‘The ferris wheel that I keep seeing in my dream and the postcard!’
“Do you know where this ferris wheel is?” Amane handed her the postcard which contains the picture of the ferris wheel.
“It wasn't that far but it wasn't that near either, I'll let you borrow my bike for that matter. Oh and my name is Yiren.”
Yiren told Amane which way he should go to the ferris wheel. The choppy haired boy nodded at every word she says. “...And then you'll see the ferris wheel.”
“That's a long way to go...” Kou commented.
Amane gets on the bike and looked at the three. He gripped on to the handle and then sets his foot down for a moment. “Tsukasa, I'll go find [name]-san, you guys should go ahead.”
“Yiren-san, thank you.” And so Amane started to pedal towards his destination to find [name].
“So that guy was [name]-san's pen pal.” Yiren smiled, crossing her arms. She looked over to the three and grinned. “Wanna go to the arcade?”
“This is a pretty bumpy ride.” Amane kept his balance steady since he's going down to a steep hill. The sky suddenly turned into a mixture of pink, purple and orange, giving it a sunset vibe. The way the wind blows against his hair as it lifted his bangs up.
Amane tried hoisting his head up to get a better look until he saw something lose his balance.
The ferris wheel.
Amane wobbled as if he was going to fall at any moment but ended up falling off the bike. He rolled down to the grassy hill, writhing in pain at the impact. Then, it stopped.
“Ahck!” Amane hissed at the pain. There was a bruise on his arm because of the fall. He couldn't get up and felt tears pricking from his eyes.
Why was he chasing someone so far? Why was he desperate to find [name]? He was almost there, almost to the ferris wheel, almost there to meeting her.
But Amane wouldn't give up that easily.
He wouldn't give up because he loves [name], and he'd come so far for looking for her.
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yk so i was watching bmw (boy meets world :) ) while procrastinating an essay so oF COURSE i decided to write some more of my reverse robin au (that pertains to jason being the oldest of the batkids w/ him and dick growing up together) except fLUFF bc i cannot handle angst rn (oR cOulD I wE wiLL nEvER kNoWwwW)
oh and disclaimer there may be several medical inaccuracies so please feel free to correct me :)
jason often gets night terrors, ones that can get particularly awful when bruce goes on an overnight business trip. so one night bruce is in new york after being forced into it by lucius, with dick being adopted for some time now. dick was awake because he was having trouble sleeping, for no real particular reason in all honesty. he heard a short yell though, coming from the room next to him and he dashed over, tripping over his blanket and still gripping zitka tightly. he knew that he wasn’t supposed to fight yet, but he doesn’t really think about that as he yanked jason’s door open.
he then saw his brother laying on his side, turning back and forth, breathing heavily looking so visibly pained it was hurting dick. he rushed over to jason, his eyes darting around because he just didn’t know what to do. taking his chances he tapped jason’s shoulder gently, and he already felt like it wasn’t the right move but he sucked it up and tried again, only this time to some result. jason shot up, gripping on tightly to dick’s arm, his eyes hazy and unfocused and his chest heaving.
dick remained still, only slowly trying to push jason off of him and back into his bed. jason’s grip didn’t let but he laid back in bed, squeezing his eyes tightly as if he was trying to push away everything he had just witnessed. dick took this as an initiative to gently climb into bed, as jason fell back into a less violent but equally as stressful sleep. he placed zitka next to jason, who still hasn’t let go of his arm, and awkwardly sat up in bed, almost acting as a protector. slowly, dick began to doze off, feeling a lot more comforted in his brothers prescence then he had been in his own room.
jason on the other hand, doesn’t remember much of that night, as he rarely fully remembers any of his night terrors (only the scars they leave behind), but when he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn with a few fragments of something he would prefer not to remember, he puts it together rather quickly. he guessed it would happen, and he could’ve told bruce and he knew the guy would drop anything in a heartbeat, but that pissed him off, more so then it justifiably should. he wasn’t a child and he hadn’t been a child for a long fucking time, and it was stupid that he couldn’t deal with a single night without bruce. jason then turned onto his side, disgruntled with a new found rage directed at himself that he might take out on someone else, when he found dick, sleeping at an awkward position.
he was leaning on the headboard, but was slumped down and drooling a bit, which would have been hilarious blackmail material on any other given day. but today, jason felt a pit in his stomach. the only rational thought that his mind could conjure in its fear muddled frenzy was please tell me i didn’t hurt dick, pleasepleasepleaseplease. he quickly checked over dick’s face, cupping his checks and looking for any signs of a bruise. he had given bruce a particularly nasty one earlier in his tenure at the manor, after bruce attempted to restrain him while he was having a night terror so he could avoid hurting himself, instead jason kicked him in the jaw. he even felt bad about it the next day, which was an odd surprise for him at the time.
after checking over dick hasilty, he could see he wasn’t all that hurt, even though if he looked hard enough he could see inklings of nail shaped markings in dick’s right arm just under his shirt sleeve. jason felt a bit of bile rising up, as he gently shifted dick into a better sleeping position, and pulled the blanket up to his chin and slipped a pillow underneath him. dick opened his bleary eyes, mumbling jason’s name in question, and squinting his eyes. jason rolled his eyes but nodded, “yeah, it’s me. now sleep–why’re you shaking yer head? you don’ wanna sleep? too bad.” jason pressed another pillow onto the side of dicks face in a teasing attempt to smother him to sleep, but dick only proceeded to giggle, and snuggle closer to jason, who had sat up already. jason tossed the pillow to the side after a few seconds of play fighting, dick was going to be too sleepy to remember this break in the ‘teasing older brother’ façade. so, he ran his hand through his little brothers hair and laid back down, tracing soft circles into dick’s scalp absentmindedly. and feeling a rush of gratitude that bruce had brought this little circus boy into his life. he really didn’t know what he would do without his little brother. (needless to say, dick became a constant comforter in jason’s night terrors).
jason blames dick for everything. if a vase got knocked over, it was a dick. if the tv wasn’t working, dick had been playing with the satellite. if his phone was missing, dick stole it to play games. if his sweater had a stain, you better bet it was dick. the boy in question, of course, adamantly denies these facts and does have a way of persuading bruce (he is the golden child after all, jason could testify to that), but bruce also knows both of his boys are annoyingly good liars. so every incident is treated like a little miniature crime scene, and it never fails to make jason howl in laughter at dick explaining how he couldn’t have possibly used up jason’s shampoo because he has his own washroom with his own shampoo and so w h y jason w h y would i steal your shampoo. (jason’s usual response is a deadpanned ‘why wouldn’t you’, and that just gives bruce another headache as the two bicker on and on and on.)
the pair of them usually go biking together, and it’s usually quite tranquil to start. until dick makes a sly comment that jason’s old bones must be so tired from cycling, so why not take a break? jason snide reponse is how the fuck are you touching the pedals with your stubby ass legs. that’s really all it takes for them to delve into a full on biking race. it never really ends well, but the two always come out rolling in laughter so whose to complain.
dick thinks real housewives of beverly hills is better then new jersey, and jason is adamant that new jersey is superior in every shape and way. the two agree that atlanta is the absolute winner no matter what though.
jason is dick’s english tutor. and it’s safe to say that it’s an experience. dick already knew a fair amount of english growing up, his father had been a wonderful teacher but it wasn’t exactly up to gotham academy standards apparently (jason knew the feeling) and his accent was still quite prevalent to have him be considered an esl kid, so jason ended up being his tutor once dick started going to english class at school and after his time with an esl instructor. jason, who has an untapped passion for literature that not many can match, is absolutely dedicated to teaching dick, because fuck man this is genius! genius, dick! and dick isn’t exactly a fan, but he does secretly think jason should be a teacher, he’s better then any of the teachers he’s had that’s for sure (his father would’ve really loved jason too, that was also for sure). and dick is considering buying him a little briefcase with his little initials on it. ((it happens, and jason tries really really hard not to cry))
bruce is absolutely that parent that secretly takes pictures of every single moment possible. he isn’t a photographer, in any sense, but he likes to capture natural moments, and he has a series of pictures dedicated to the one trip him and the boys took to Barbados where he started this habit. he wasn’t and still isn’t a big fan of beaches, they’re hot, crowded and just too much for bruce to feel any kind of comfortable in. he remembers sitting under a floppy beach umbrella, feeling the knot in his chest sit heavily on his heart, fire ants scurrying across the underlining of his skin, burning under the side stares of those passing by. it wasn’t until he caught a glimpse of dick riding on jason’s little shoulders, as they trotted around waist deep in the clear ocean water, that the fist squeezing his heart like the rotten fruit it was began to ease. he glanced down at the camera that alfred had subtly slipped into their bag after dicks insistence, and lifted it up to fiddle with it slightly. then raised it up to take a swift picture. capturing jason mid laughter as he leaned back, in a joking attempt to shake dick off who was in the middle of a yelp but had entrenched his hands in jason’s mop of curly hair. it was hilarious imperfect, but bruce would not want it any other way. not at all.
(jason found it once. he saw the picture at the corner of his eye sitting by the keyboard of the ‘Batcomputer’ ((dick was so shitty with names, thank god he didn’t come up with flippy man as his code name )), and he hesitated for a moment before hastily grabbing it. examining it with an unexpected amount of gentleness, he rubbed his thumb against the glass above dick’s hands in his hair and felt something snake around his heart. slowly and methodically seeping into it until he felt like he couldn’t fucking breathe. then he heard damian trotting down the stairs as he explained the details of his anthropology class to dick who was hopping down behind him. jason shoves the picture back and grits his teeth together to ignore the sting that was absolutely not in his eyes)
aAAAND THATS ALL!! i’ve had these in my notes for a while so it’s relief to get them out there hehe so i really hope y’all enjoy ive legit been falling in love with this reverse au bC THERE IS SO MUCH POTENTIAL U G H IVE NEVER BEEN EXCITED TO WRITE SHIT UNTIL NOW SO Y A Y FOR INSPIRATION
Y A Y :)
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This is me again🥺🥺🥺 telling u more dad cal would be very very appreciated🥺🥺🥺
Y’all are hoes for dad calum, but you know what, so am I.
Today was your baby’s fifth birthday, and Calum had dropped her off with her favorite uncle, Ashton, so that you and he could go birthday shopping. Nothing was ever going to be good enough for her, you would give her the whole world if you could. However, she’s five, all she wanted was a new bike. It had surprised the heck out of you and Calum when that’s what she asked for, but you didn’t hesitate to start asking her if there was a specific one she had seen. She shook her head and ran off to play with her other toys, leaving you and Calum to just look at each other.
Calum’s hand was wrapped around yours as you walked through the store together. She loves the bike she has, but it was definitely getting to small for her. “Should we get her one of those ones that teach her balance? You know, the ones without the pedals.” Calum asked you while your eyes were focused on something that had nothing to do with birthday present shopping.
You peeled your eyes away and looked at Calum, scrunching your face and shaking your head, “No, she liked the little tricycle we got her. I think we should get her a big girl bike, she would love it.” Just as you said that you spotted a bike off in the distance. From what you could tell, it was the perfect size, and was all of her favorite colors: purple, pink, and blue. “Like that one!” You exclaimed as you pointed towards it.
Calum followed you over to the bike, his eyes lighting up as soon as you got up to it. His mouth feel open in a wide smile as he gripped the handle bars, “This is perfect, she’ll absolutely love it. Shall we get her a matching helmet?” Calum asked pointing to the helmet hanging just off to the side of where the bike was sitting.
You chuckled, “Well, of course. Safety first, babe!” As you smile, Calum handed you the helmet and he climbed onto the bike to pedal it to the check out. You laughed as he knees nearly hit his chin every time the pedal came up. He looked utterly uncomfortable, but he would do anything to get a good laugh out of you. As he continued to pedal towards the front of the store, you jogged behind him to keep up.
As Calum set up the rest of the decorations, you placed a big bow on the bike and hid it from sight. It wasn’t long until the rest of the group and their kids showed up, the adults helping to finish set up the party. Finally, Ashton showed up, your daughter running into the house to tell you all about the fun things Uncle Ashton took her to do. She took your hand as she pulled you to the side, a smile resting on your face as you nodded and reacted to every single part of her story. After she tired herself out from talking, she ran off and started playing with the other kids.
The party went off without a hitch, her face lit up as Calum brought the bike out, and all of the other kids telling her how cool they thought her bike was. It had been a week since the party, the house was relatively quiet, aside from the noise of the TV and your daughter off her bedroom playing with her toys. Your head was on Calum’s chest, his fingers absently running through your hair. Suddenly, your spunky five year old was standing in front of you, causing you both to freeze. “Daddy, will you teach me to ride my bike?”
You looked up at Calum as he raised his eyebrows. “Baby, you know how to ride your bike.” It was a statement, but by the look on his face, he meant it as a question.
“Without the back wheels.” She said, matter-of-factly.
“Oh,” Calum said, raising his eyebrows further. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go outside.” In one fluid motion, he sat up and so did you. He stepped forward and reached for his daughter’s hand. Her tiny hand fitting into his just as perfectly as your hand fit. You followed behind them, out into the garage where the bike rested. As Calum wrenched off the training wheels on the back of the bike, you lifted your daughter onto your hip, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her eyes focused on him, intently, as she laid her head onto your shoulder.
Calum stood and wiped his hands on his pants. “Are you ready, baby?” He asked towards the little girl who was cuddled into the crook of your neck. She nodded, her curly hair tickling your skin. You set her back on the ground and held onto her hand as you walked behind Calum, whose hands were wrapped around the handle bars as he walked the bike out. He placed the bike on the sidewalk and stopped. “Make sure you wear your helmet, okay?” She nodded, happily, as she took the helmet from Calum’s hand. Calum waited as she clipped the helmet onto her head. You took a step back and pulled your phone out of your pocket. You started recording as he talked to her. “I’m going to hold on until you tell me to let go, okay?” She nodded. “Alright, climb on.” She threw her leg over the seat and got herself comfortable.
Calum gripped the handle bar and the back of the seat and started running along-side the bike. She screeched in terror a few times, only to calm down when Calum assured her that he had her and nothing was going to happen. You continued to record everything as they continued to do a couple more runs. It wasn’t until the sixth run that she asked him to let go. He continued to run next to her, ready to catch her if she fell, but she pedaled laughing in happiness. You cheered and jumped up and down as she turned the bike and Calum helped her to stop. She came running up to you as you wrapped your arms around her, telling her how proud of her you were. As soon as she let go, and tackled Calum, you focused back on your phone, sending the video to everyone you knew.
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Bike Riding
Characters: Ajay Bhandari, Dylan Hayes, Rory Sliva and Layla Hayes (Mentioned)
Summary: Ajay teaches Dylan how to ride a bike
Taglist @daddyethanramsey @schnitzelbutterfingers @riana-drarry @rosebrightside @robbies-sutcliffe @princess-geek @his-real-name-was-blip
The summer had been a dream for Dylan so far. While he always had a lot of fun during his summer vacations, either hanging out with the gang or taking trips with his family, this one was shaping up to be the best by far.
Because he had a boyfriend to spend it with.
He and Ajay could spend hours together, every day. They didn't have school or theatre to keep them from each other. Dylan had even been allowed to stay over at the Bhandari house a few times
They did so many things together - hung out in the park, went on dates, went swimming in the river - it seemed like the possibilities had been endless. Ajay had suggested that today, they go to his house. He had a surprise.
"What is it, Mister?" laughed Dylan as Ajay pulled them through his living room and then to the garage.
"I've been wanting to this for ages," said Ajay with a grin. He dropped Dylan's hand and disappeared around his car. When he came back around, he was pushing a bright blue bike.
Dylan's smile fell.
"I have one for you, too," said Ajay with a smile. "I thought we could maybe ride around and then go to the park or something. They have swings and I know how much you love swings." When he finally noticed Dylan's expression, his grin fell somewhat. "Do you…not want to?"
"It's not that!" said Dylan quickly. He turned a bright shade of read and leaned up against the wall. "I don’t know how to ride" he said in one breath.
"I'm sorry, what?" asked Ajay, raising an eyebrow.
Dylan took a deep breath. "I don't know how to ride a bike," he said, still blushing. It was so…embarrassing. He was fourteen and didn't know how to ride a bike. Really. "I just…my parents tried to teach me, when I was younger, but then I kept falling and after awhile they stopped helping me learn how."
"Oh," said Ajay. He frowned and kicked up the bike stand, then walked over to Dylan, sliding his arms around his waist. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Dylan."
"But it is," said Dylam. "I mean, I never really missed riding a bike, but I mean, it was just a way I wasn't like Rory and Layla. They were always riding around on their bikes or Leah on her skateboard after school. I just stayed inside or rode on a scooter which couldn’t go as fast," mumbled Dylan, his forehead resting on Ajay's shoulder.
"Why don't I teach you?" asked Ajay brightly, pulling away from Dylan with a grin.
"I don't know" said Dylan eyeing the bike with distaste. The memory of falling down was still fresh in his mind, though it was over half a lifetime ago. "I just…when I'm in control of the bike, I panic."
Ajay had a thoughtful look on his face, then he snapped his fingers. "I know! We'll take it slow. Follow me." Ajay walked over, kicked up the bike stand and wheeled the bike out of the garage. Dylan followed, as he said, but hesitantly. Ajay lifted his leg over the bike and settled on the black seat. "Get on," he said with a grin.
"What?" said Dylan, his eyes wide. "Where?"
"On the bike handles," said Ajay with a smile. "You won't be control of the bike, I will, and I've been riding a bike without training wheels since I was 7. You can get used to the feeling of being on a bike, before you ride one yourself." Ajay still looked frightened, so Ajay reached up from the handle and grabbed his hand gently. "I'll take care of you, Dylan. Nothing bad will happen."
Dylan stayed quite still for a long moment before finally taking a step forward. He dropped Ajay's hand and walked to the front of the bike. He turned around and awkwardly pulled himself up the bike. Ajay helped him find his balance sitting on the small space on the handle bars.
"Good?" asked Ajay.
"I guess," sighed Dylan. "Just…please don't go too fast."
"Gotcha," said Ajay.
Then he started to pedal slowly down his driveway and onto the sidewalk. Dylan let out a small squeak as his stomach flipped from the movement. He reached back and clutched the handles tightly. He felt Ajay's hands cover his and Dylan slowly looked back. Ajay was smiling at him.
Dylan looked back to the front, grinning his teeth. The feeling of moving through there was new and scary. He could hear the clicking of the bike's wheels beneath him and Ajay's steady breathing behind him. In front of him, the world passed by quickly.
The breeze created by the movement was actually nice. It was a hot and humid summer day, obviously, but the wind made his blonde hair flutter on his forehead. Dylan closed his eyes and let the breeze tickle his face.
Right as he opened his eyes off in one of the nearby bushes were someone dressed in black which Dylan couldn’t quite make out whose face it was looking at him. As he looked away then looked back the person had disappeared from sight.
"Oh," said Dylan.
"You alright?" asked Ajay, a bit worried.
"It feels like someone’s watch me from that bush," whispered Dylan.
Ajay looked away from the sidewalk in front of him for a moment and up at Dylan. His boyfriend had a serene smile on his face and his eyes closed. His cheeks were tinged pink and he was beautiful.
“Don’t worry, I bet it was nothing” Ajay told Dylan with a smile forming on Dylan face seconds after.
Ajay laughed and pedaled just a little faster, Dylan didn't notice. He just giggled at the increase in wind.
Ajay rode the bike around their neighborhood, and then over to the local park. There were a few kids playing around on the far side, on the jungle gym. Ajay kicked out the stand and Dylan opened his and looked around. "Oh, we're here," he said.
"Yes," Ajay laughed. He stood off the bike and went around to the front, helping Dylan down. His legs were a little shaky and he fell against Ajay with a giggle. "So, how was it?"
"It was fantastic," said Dylan. "I might never want to learn to ride myself, though, riding with you is much more fun."
Ajay kissed him on the cheek. "I wouldn't complain about that," he said, "Now, ready for the swings?"
"Obviously," said Dylan
"Race you!" shouted Ajay, dropping his hand and running toward the empty swings.
"Cheater! My legs are jelly right now!" exclaimed Dylan from behind him. Ajay was already at the swings, jumping on the best one when Dylan was only half way. The other boy finally got there, his legs still shaking.
"I won; you have to push me," said Ajay with an innocent expression.
"You are a piece of work, Mr. Bhandari," teased Dylan.
"Hey, I drove us here, I deserve a break," said Ajay.
"I suppose," sighed Dylan. He stood behind Ajay and pulled the swing back by the chains. "Just a few pushes, then I'm getting on my own."
"I promise to push you later," said Ajay as he came back and felt Dylan push him gently on his lower back.
"Deal," laughed Dylan.
When Ajay was swinging backward a few pushes later, he turned his face to the side and kissed Dylan's cheek before once again swinging forward. When he came back, Dylan was gone, instead sitting beside him on his own swing. "Piece of work," Ajay heard him mutter again.
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Then there were two part 2
Hey, so the reaction i got from my first fic on here was insane, i appreciate everyone who liked it so i’m gonna write a part two :) so if you haven’t read part one : https://imsorrymom124.tumblr.com/post/617434984657092608/then-there-were-two
T/W: Language n stuff, drugs, panic attack, and mentions of abuse
It was almost 12 by time you woke up from your all-nighter with JJ on the beach, you were exhausted but couldn’t help but smile. You sat up and noticed your dad was at the door
“Late night last night, huh?” he said looking at his watch.
“Oh yeah, I was just uh- reading this really good book.” You say grabbing the nearest book to show you weren’t lying.
Your dad narrows his eyes in suspicion and you realize you were holding your little sister’s copy of Diary of a wimpy kid.
“I thought you were a bit more advanced than that, Y/N.” Your dad seemed amused that you were lying, you didn’t do anything that was overly bad or illegal so your parents trusted you.
“A walk down memory lane never hurt anyone!” you shout as you run to the bathroom to take a quick shower, to get the sand and thoughts of JJ off you.
~~~~~
You were eating a very late breakfast when you got a text from kie saying to get your ass in gear and come to John B’s for movie day. You had forgotten that you were supposed to watch a combination of disney and action movies with your friends (you can guess who picked which genre).
You finish your cereal and run outside to your bicycle and hop on to start riding to the house when you notice something up ahead. You hear an engine revving and you knew instantly it was Rafe. You felt your heart sink into your stomach, Rafe was the absolute last person you wanted to see right now. He pulled into your driveway and shut off the engine.
“Looking good Y/N.” He leered at you. You rolled your eyes at his attempt of flirting. You cannot believe you had dated him, he was a douchebag through and through.
“Listen Rafe, I don’t have time for this right now I have places to be.” You said while you begin to pedal away. He grabbed onto the handlebars and stepped in front of you.
“You can’t ignore me forever, you know what we had was the best thing you’re ever gonna get. I’m not a bad guy, Y/N.” He said.
“I don’t want whatever you call what we had back, Rafe. You were controlling and manipulative, you never trusted me.”
He pushed back his and angrily sighed.
“How could i trust you? You were always off with those dirty pogues!” He yelled.
“Those “dirty pogues” are my friends, and I don’t appreciate you insulting them anymore now than I did when we were together.” You said calmly.
He suddenly grabbed your wrists and got close to your face.
“You don’t know what you’re saying right now Y/N, you’re being irrational.” He whispered in your ear.
“Rafe, let go of me.” You said, barely audible, the panic and fear taking over your body.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re forcing my hand.”
You pulled free of his grasp and pedalled like hell as far away from him as fast as you could.
“You can’t do this to me! You are worthless pogue trash!” Rafe yelled as you got further and further away.
~~~
You arrived at John B’s house and threw your bike away as you felt your heart race faster and faster. You put your hand on your knees and tried to steady your breathing, but your mind was running a mile a minute as Rafe’s threats and screams echoed. I just need to calm down, calm down! you thought as your eyes started to fill up with tears.
“Y/N?” you heard a familiar voice call out
Shit, JJ
You wipe your eyes and take a shaky breath.
“H-hey JJ.” You say, still trying to calm yourself down.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, his eyes filled with concern.
“It’s nothing, I was just um, chased by a big dog, nearly lost my life.” You try to joke, a weak laugh escaping your lips. JJ doesn’t seem so convinced.
“You know, you can talk to me. As much as you’re there for me, I want you to know I’m there for you too.” He said stepping closer.
You know JJ would do anything for his friends, that’s just how he was. But, if you told him Rafe had confronted you and the things he said to you... JJ would kill him.
“I know JJ, just not now.”
He seemed to understand that, he nodded his head and pulled you into a hug. Nothing felt more comforting than being in his arms. You heard the door open behind you and you both jumped apart.
“You guys gonna stand there all day or are we going to do this movie marathon?” John B yelled out from his porch.
You and JJ walked into the house and saw Pope, Kie and Sarah sitting in the living room, they all greeted you and you heard popcorn popping in the kitchen.
“Y/N, you’ve been M.I.A all morning. Where have you been?” Kiara asks.
You and JJ look at each other and you put on a smile and reply,
“Late night last night, slept in.”
JJ looks down, knowing that was true but it wasn’t the reason you were late.
Nemo begins to play on the screen and you try to take your mind off Rafe and his words.
~~~
Somewhere in the middle of Terminator, you fell asleep and didn’t realize you had let your head fall onto JJ’s shoulder. You woke up to him shaking you lightly and whispering your name.
You open your eyes and once you realize what was happening you jumped up.
“Woah, where’s the fire Y/L/N?” JJ says while laughing.
“S-sorry i just was...” You trail off as you realize how late it was. You checked your phone and saw that it was 2 a.m and you had five missed calls from your dad and two from your mom.
“Shit! Oh fuck. Fuck!” You exclaim as you try and gather your bearings.
“What’s wrong?” JJ asks.
“I’m dead, I was supposed be home two hours ago!”
“Here, I’ll garb the keys to John B’s van and I will take you home.” He said, jumping up from the couch.
You hopped in the van and JJ came running out and got into the driver’s seat. You two drove in silence for a minute when JJ cleared his throat.
“I know it’s not my place, but I know that whatever happened today really messed you up. And, I can’t help but worry about you. So when you’re ready to tell me you can.”
He placed his hand on your thigh, which normally you would think was a move but you knew he was just trying to comfort you. You felt your eyes well up with tears as the memory of Rafe crossed your mind.
“It’s just...Rafe.” You manage to get out.
“Did he hurt you? I’ll kill him I swear to god I will-” JJ starts ranting before you interrupt.
“No, no he didn’t hurt me JJ. He just... scared me.”
JJ looks at you with those big blue eyes and you can feel the empathy has for you. You put your hand on top of his, and manage a smile.
“I have a big blonde guard dog to keep me safe, I’m okay.”
JJ seemed to calm down after that statement, even laughed a bit. You realize he was holding your hand, your heart fluttered.
“If he ever does anything to you, I want to know so I can kick his ass. It doesn’t matter if you think I shouldn’t but I have to.” He says protectively.
You pull into your driveway and JJ shuts off the engine. Some old cassette is playing from the radio and you braced yourself for the hell you would have to face inside.
“Your parents won’t actually kill you, they will yell and stuff but they know you’re pretty much a model daughter.” JJ says to relieve some of your stress
“Being seen with me won’t help your case though.” he jokes.
“The wild JJ Maybank has been cohorting with Y/N Y/L/N? What are we going to do with her?” You mock.
He feigns hurt and you tussle his hair.
“Hey! Hands off the merchandise!” JJ says while grabbing your wrists.
You giggle and then the car goes quiet. JJ is looking at you the same way he did on the beach, and suddenly you look at his lips. He brings your hands down and starts to lean in, your heart was beating out of your chest. You can feel his breath on your lips and you are mere inches away when you hear a door slam in front of you.
“Get the hell away from my daughter!” You hear your dad yell, as you jump back from JJ in shock.
God, why? You thought as you watched your dad approach the van.
You jump out of the car and try to ease the rage that your dad is about to inflict on JJ.
“Dad, stop. We didn’t do anything, JJ is my friend!” You plead, standing between him and the van.
“I wasn’t born yesterday, I know exactly what was happening. You’re out all night and now this boy is trying to get in your pants on my own damn property!” He bellowed.
JJ stepped out of the van with his hands up like he was about to be arrested.
“I’m so sorry Mr.Y/L/N, I was just trying to get her home and this won’t happen again.”
“You’re damn right this won’t happen again, I don’t want you anywhere near her again!” Your dad yelled as he started to drag you inside.
“Dad no, you don’t understand it wasn’t his fault!” you tried to reason, but it was no use.
You turn back and see JJ looks more crushed than you have ever seen him. And that was the last thing you saw before the door was slammed in front of your face.
#jj maybank#jj outer banks#jj maybank imagine#jj x y/n#outer banks#outerbanks fanfic#fanfic#john b outer banks#kiara outer banks
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Puzzle || Ink Prints JohnKun Chapter 3
Fandom(s): NCT (127 & WayV)
AU: Soulmates AU
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Relationship: Johnny x Kun
Language: English
Status: 5/5
Chapter WC: 2,971 words
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Bruises (someone falls of a bike), Divorce.
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Bruises (someone falls of a bike).
Summary:
“I think I saw something, but there’s only one way to find out.” Kun shook his hand, urging him to take it.
“Did you see it too?” Johnny asked, staring at his hand but not moving. He could see the silhouette of the horse on Kun’s elbow.
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Kun had always been an independent child. It was not that he didn’t want to be surrounded by people, but he didn’t need to be. His dad worked long shifts and was almost never home, and his father had to take care of the home and the little store they ran as a business. Because of this, he had learned to take care of himself pretty early on.
Among the many things he did for himself, he had learned to ride the bicycle once he started elementary school. The school was only a short ride away, so every morning he woke up by himself, ate the breakfast his father had prepared, got ready for school, and then left on his bicycle. After classes, he returned on his bicycle and did his homework next to the door that led to the store, just in case his father needed help.
The day he got his soulmate marks, he was pedaling back home. Before he could break, a puppy ran in front of his bicycle and he had to take a sharp turn to his right. He fell, scratching his right arm and leg. The puppy whimpered and ran away back to its owner, a little girl that looked even younger than he did. Kun assured her he was alright and continued pedaling home. The pain made tears spring up in his eyes.
When he got home, he put the bicycle away and sat on the little table to do his homework. The scratches hurt a lot, and his younger self couldn’t help but cry, but he kept it as quiet as possible so as to not bother his father. He was halfway through his homework when his father called him, asking for help. He left everything he was doing and went to the store, rubbing the tears off his eyes.
“Kun, help me arrange the products on the shelves-” his father’s voice cut off once he looked at him.
He immediately dropped everything in his hands and rushed towards Kun, kneeling in front of him and grabbing his face. He wiped the tears off before grabbing his arm and looking at the scratches and cuts. He clicked her tongue softly and pulled Kun towards the chair behind the counter. He told him to sit there and then went into the house to look for the first aid kit. When he returned he began tending to his wounds.
“How could you go do homework like this, hm?” He muttered as he cleaned the wounds with lukewarm water and a clean cotton cloth. Kun sniffled.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” he muttered.
“You’re my son, you could never be a bother,” his father reprimanded him lightly.
“But you’re busy,” he fidgeted on the seat, feeling slightly ashamed. His father’s eyes softened, and he grabbed Kun’s hand.
“I will never be too busy for you, never.” He kissed the back of his hand, and there was an explosion of black and light brown on his skin.
They both observed as the black foal ran over his arm, followed by a very small ball of fluff that seemed to be some kind bird. Kun looked up and saw his father’s bright smile. He smiled as well, having already forgotten about the pain on his right side.
“I love you, my child,” his father said, kissing his forehead.
“I love you too,” he replied, looking at his new soulmate marks with wonder in his eyes.
--
Kun opened his eyes in the water and then swam to the surface and towards the edge of the pool. He coughed before taking deep breaths. The water was lukewarm, thankfully, but now he was drenched and he didn’t know how he was going to get back to the dorms. More important than that…
Johnny emerged next to him and leaned on the edge. He pushed his long hair back, wiping the water from his face. Kun stared at him, confused, thinking maybe he had imagined what he had seen before. But Johnny stared back, and the look of doubt in his face told him they had both seen the same thing. They just had to confirm if it was real.
He hesitated for a second before extending his hand. Johnny also hesitated, unsure. Kun’s heart was beating fast, a mix of adrenaline from the fall and nervousness for the revelation. He wondered what was going inside Johnny’s head, but to be fair, he couldn’t even make out his own thoughts. For the most part, he was afraid Johnny wouldn’t take his hand.
“Did you see it too?” Johnny asked, staring at his hand but not moving. He could see the silhouette of the horse on Kun’s elbow.
“I think I saw something, but there’s only one way to find out.” Kun shook his hand, urging him to take it.
Johnny finally grabbed his hand, and the reaction was instantaneous. Kun observed the red panda scutter down Johnny’s arm and meet the horse in the middle. The horse was enormous compared to the little panda, and it made for a fun scene once they met on their fingers. They both stared in complete awe. Out of all the expectations Kun had had for Korea, finding his soulmate had not been one of them (even if, at some point, he had hoped it would happen).
“Oh my god!” Someone yelled next to them. Johnny looked to the side and immediately retrieved his hand, turning red on the face. “Johnny you have a soulmate and you didn’t tell me?!”
Kun stared at his empty hand in stunned silence before looking to his side. Jeonghan was staring at them and he looked mad. It was not Johnny’s fault. Neither of them had known, and they had literally met the day before. They had met maybe a good 30 hours ago and they were soulmates and maybe Kun was panicking a little bit. Johnny gestured in defeat and then shrugged.
“Can you get us some towels first?”
--
They sat on plastic chairs opposite to each other. Kun had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but it was doing little to actually dry him up. The night was warm, but the air still felt cold against his skin. Jeonghan returned with smaller towels and gave each of them one so they could dry their hair. Kun grabbed his and ruffled his hair with force, hoping it would get some sense back into him. Their host just stood there with arms crossed.
“Johnny, there’s no way anything I have can fit you, sorry man.” He turned to look at Kun, who kept rubbing his hair with force. “Stop that, you’ll end up bald.” Kun stopped and let the towel rest on his head. “I think I have something that’ll fit you, so come inside once you’re done talking about…” He gestured vaguely and then left them.
Kun could feel Johnny’s eyes boring into him, but he couldn’t look up. He didn’t know where all the confidence he had used while asking him to take his hand had gone. He couldn’t even begin to process that they were actually soulmates. They had met the day before, what were they even supposed to do with this knowledge?
“So…” Johnny began, but Kun put a hand up.
“No, don’t do this.” He stopped him right away.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Johnny frowned, taken aback.
“We’re not going to talk about this in the middle of a party full of drunk people,” Kun crossed his arms. “Besides, you were drinking too, I refuse.”
“Oh believe me,” Johnny scoffed, “I’m very sober right now.”
“Still, no-” Kun took in a sharp breath. His expression softened, as did his voice. “I really don’t think I can deal with this right now, and not in this state.”
“Oh…” Johnny nodded, understanding. “Okay, then… Why don’t you go out with me tomorrow after the meetings?”
“Like, on a date?” Kun’s voice raised half an octave, and Johnny shook his hands quickly.
“No! I mean-” He took a deep breath. “It doesn’t have to be a date. Let’s just- Let’s just talk?”
“Okay,” Kun nodded, relaxing a little on his seat. He willed his heart to calm down as he tried to process why on Earth he had decided to come to Korea in the first place. He told himself it would be alright, but one look at Johnny let him know he was wrong.
--
The next day, Johnny stood in front of Kun’s door, debating on if he should knock. He had sent a message to Kun explaining that he would pick him up so he wouldn’t get lost. The plan was very simple. Johnny would take him for a cup of coffee and they would talk and that would be it. There was no need to worry about anything. But he was worried. The whole event had been kind of sudden, and he wasn’t sure what impression he had left on Kun.
Kun was objectively handsome (although Johnny hadn’t actually asked anyone else what they thought of Kun, and maybe that was just his subjective opinion after all, either way…). He had a soft edge about him that Johnny found attractive even before discovering they were soulmates. And he also had a really pretty voice. He had already thought of asking him out before, but this discovery complicated absolutely everything.
Of course, being soulmates didn’t mean they had to be together, but it did make things harder when Johnny had already been thinking about it. Because then it meant it was too serious, and maybe Kun didn’t want anything serious. Maybe Kun was only interested in platonic relationships. Maybe Kun had come to Korea to run away from the possibility of finding his soulmate in China and now Johnny had ruined that. Maybe Johnny was panicking a bit too much.
They were there to talk things between them, and all he was doing was make empty presuppositions that had no basis on reality. He needed to knock the door and take Kun out for coffee. One step at the time, he thought to himself. If he built his own tragic romance in his head, nothing would ever get done. Soulmarks didn’t mean instant love, they were just the possibility of something blossoming. Everything would be alright.
He raised his hand to knock on the door, but it opened before he could even touch it. Kun stared at him with visible confusion, and Johnny put his arm down. He was a bit flustered. Johnny stepped back and let Kun out of his room. He was wearing tight fitted jeans, a white t-shirt, his hair was pushed back, and Johnny was losing a little bit of his sanity. He was not going to let that show though.
“Ready to go?” He asked, out of courtesy more than anything else. Kun nodded.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Kun smiled, and it helped him relax.
They took the bus to the cafe that Johnny had chosen as their non-date place. They talked a lot during the trip, a mix of their personal lives and fun facts about Seoul. They both turned out to be only sons. Johnny learned about what Kun’s fathers did for a living and how Kun missed helping out in the shop. Johnny told him about how much he missed his mother. Despite the nostalgia, the conversation brought them closer.
Johnny had already forgotten they were actually there to talk about serious stuff until they stepped into the cafe. He offered to order for Kun, and asked him to find a seat instead. The waiting in line gave him some time to figure out how they were going to talk about it. They knew a little bit more about each other now, and Kun was just so enthusiastic about being out there with him that it kind of gave him hope they would make things work. At the very least, he had faith they could start as friends.
He waited for the drinks next to the counter so he didn’t have to sit awkwardly in front of Kun with nothing to sip on. Once they were in his hands, he made a beeline to their table. Kun had chosen a table next to a window. He was looking outside when Johnny arrived and set their drinks on the table. Kun smiled at him and muttered a quick thank you before taking a sip of his drink. He let out a content sigh and Johnny drank from his too.
“So,” Kun cleared his throat. He was looking at his beverage, but Johnny couldn’t stop staring at him, even while sipping on his drink. “Should we talk about what happened last night?”
“Still straight to the point,” Johnny nodded, although he was smiling. He liked that Kun was straightforward. “Okay.”
“We’re soulmates.” It was a statement. And while it was no surprise to either of them, it still felt kind of shocking to say it out loud. And embarrassing, that too.
“That we are,” Johnny nodded. “How do you… feel about it?”
“I’m… Surprisingly okay, actually.” Kun took another sip of his drink. Johnny’s eyes were weighing him down, but he didn’t know how to tell him to stop staring. “I’m kind of shocked though. I did think about what if I found my soulmate when I came here, but I didn't think it would actually happen, so…”
That’s cute, Johnny thought. Except it wasn’t a thought at all, because Kun turned to look at him with an evident blush on his face.
“Oh god I said that outloud,” Johnny laughed, blushing himself and finally looking away. “I’m gonna be very honest with you: I was already a bit interested in you before realizing we were soulmates.”
“Oh,” Kun’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“Don’t say it like it’s an insult to like you!” Johnny reprimanded him. “You’re good looking, you caught my eye, I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” Johnny shrugged, realizing he didn’t know what to say.
“This is awkward…” Despite that, Kun was smiling as he grabbed his drink and took a long sip.
“It is…” Johnny agreed.
“You’re also good looking yourself, you know?” Kun muttered, causing Johnny to choke on his drink. He coughed violently, and Kun looked at him apologetically.
“Do you want to…” Johnny couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. He was still afraid of what Kun thought.
“Try?” Kun supplied for him. He was smiling, and that set Johnny’s heart off. “Yeah, actually. I think that would be nice.”
“Okay, yeah.” Johnny nodded. They looked at each other and then laughed together. Things would work out.
--
Johnny closed the door to his bedroom and let his head hit the door softly. Nothing was going to work out. The non-date with Kun (although perhaps he should start calling it a date, since they had agreed to try) had gone spectacularly well. After the cafe, they had gone window shopping, and it had been a marvelous opportunity to learn more about each other. However, something had been bothering him the whole time.
He sat in front of the small mirror he had in his dorm room and lifted his shirt. There was a small, grey bunny resting on his ribs. The fact was that he had another soulmate other than Kun. That was always an iffy subject. Not because it was considered a bad thing, but there was always the issue of not sharing the same marks. If Kun didn’t have the same bunny mark as him, then how would that affect their budding relationship?
He had wanted to tell Kun about the mark while they were at the cafe. If things were going to work, it was important to be honest and transparent about everything. However, his nerves and the fluttery feeling in his stomach had gotten the best out of him, and he had not been able to confess anything. He regretted it deeply, though, because no other situation would have been as good as that one. Without thinking it twice, he decided to call Jisoo and ask for help.
“Hello?” Jisoo’s English immediately made him think of home, and it brought him both comfort and nostalgia.
“I fucked up,” Johnny groaned into the phone.
“Already? Didn’t you meet him two days ago?” Jisoo’s voice sounded genuinely surprised, which hurt his pride a little bit.
“What do you mean already?” He whined. “Were you expecting me to fuck up?”
“A little, yeah,” Johnny could picture Jisoo shrugging on the other side of the line, and it made him frown.
“Rude,” Johnny huffed.
“Will you tell me what happened?” Jisoo chuckled.
“You know how I have two marks?” Johnny plopped on his bed, cell phone in hand.
“Let me guess, you told him and it scared him away?” Jisoo’s voice was as calm as always, and Johnny couldn’t tell if he was serious.
“I didn’t tell him…” Johnny muttered.
“Oh…” There was a short silence. “Yeah, I guess that does count as fucking up.”
“I should tell him, shouldn’t I?” He sighed, closing his eyes.
“Definitely, but I understand why you don’t want to.” Jisoo’s voice softened even more if it was possible.
“How did you make your relationship work?”
“Well the thing is, Jeonghan and I were already pretty attached,” Johnny could hear the fondness in Jisoo’s voice, and it made him smile despite himself. “It really was just a matter of convincing Seungcheol we weren’t going to burn his life down if he let us in”
“It sure was,” Johnny sighed. “It’ll be alright, right?”
“I’m sure you’ll work it out,” Jisoo affirmed. “Maybe he has the other mark too. Don’t worry too much.”
Despite the advice though, Johnny could do nothing but worry as he went to sleep.
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Heavenly
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The crickets were chirping their special tune as two bodies ran through the field of tall grass. One of them was cheering and howling at the top of their lungs, overall joy and happiness filling them up as they reached towards the starry sky. The other though, was swatting away the grass that tickled his sides.
"If you keep on doing that, we'll definitely be caught." Janus whispered as he elbowed away the grass that's separating he and Roman. The boy with golden brown locks chuckled at his worried friend's tone. "Roman, I'm serious. You aren't even supposed to be out here."
"Come on, J! Why do you think I'm so happy? I'm free!" Roman laughed as he thrusted his arms up once more towards the stars. Janus' frown melted into a soft smirk.
"You've were only grounded for two days, idiot. And I brought you some mochi for one of them." Janus said as they continued walking through the tall grass. He tensed at the sound of his phone going off. The phone slipped out from his jacket pocket and he read the text from Virgil.
Dude, where tf are you? We've been here for like thirty minutes and the pizzas already cold.
Shit. He completely forgot he made plans with Virgil and Remus tonight. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he chewed it nervously. Fuck fuck fuck-
"Hey," Janus flinched at the voice. He looked up from his phone to see Roman's knitted brows of concern. He released his lip as he glanced down at Virgil's text. "Is everything okay?"
Janus stared down at his screen for a few seconds before muting his phone and placing it in his back pocket. He reached up to adjust his mustard beanie and dark brown 'bangs' before straightening his posture. "M'fine. Let's go?"
The tension visibly disappeared from Roman's body as he gave Janus his award winning smile. His hand came up and snatched Janus' beanie before placing it atop his own head. He also booped his friend's nose to see his confused/irritated expression on that cute face of his. "Hey-!"
"Yeah, let's go." Roman smirked as he turned on his heels and disappeared in the grass once more. Janus huffed as he patted down his hair before following after Roman.
The grass seemed to grow more sparse as they neared the edge of the field where tiny daisies grew. Their view ahead became less grass filled as they saw miles beyond to where the daisies were continuous in going over the hills. Roman smiled at the sight as he slowly trailed past the daisies tickling his ankles. The other boy was staring at the back of his friend's head, his beanie rested atop brushed out curls that looked silky, yet tanged and frizzy at the same time. Janus sighed as he forced himself to look away.
"What did you do when I was grounded anyways?" Roman suddenly asked, throwing a look over his shoulder.
I realized something that will make you hate me. I already hate myself so please spare me. "I hung out with Remus and Virgil, also caught up on homework so," Janus said as he pulled out his Polaroid, taking it out of the pouch. He flipped it around and started wiping away the smudged fingerprints with his sleeve. Roman hummed in response as he shrugged off his jacket.
Janus brought the Polaroid up to his face so he could see if the fingerprints were gone. "I don't know how comfortable I feel with leaving my bike back at the fence. Y'know, the one that had a sign that said 'Private Property', and also had a picture of a gun under it?" Janus quipped as he continued to wipe at the lens. Roman rolled his eyes so hard Janus was afraid they'd stay that way.
"You're not scared, are you?" Roman smirked as he patted down his black Levi's. Janus raised a brow.
"Oh I'm sorry, I would just prefer to not be shot by a hillbilly with a fucking 22 Rifle, but be my guest if that's your thing." Janus scoffed as he crouched down to take a picture of the daisies. He stood back up to snap a picture of the daisies rolling down and over the hills further out.
"Jokes on you; it's not my thing," Roman mumbled as he sat down on his jacket. Janus winced when he stepped into a pothole, setting down his camera near Roman's foot so he can get his shoe free. "Holy shit," Roman said as he reached over and picked up the familiar looking camera. "This is the camera I bought you for your birthday. I thought you said Remus broke it at the movie theater?"
Janus got his shoe free and stumbled down beside Roman on the daisies. He winced but quickly shook it off as he reached for the camera. "Yeah I... I-I was saving up the money to fix it. I took it too Remy, but he did it for free anyways." Janus mumbled as he picked at the strap. Roman peered over his friend's shoulder.
"Does it have film?"
"Yeah, there's more in my pack too. We can take some pictures, if you wanted.." Janus added. Roman smirked as he practically gave Janus his puppy eyes. The boy flushed as he brought up his Polaroid with shaky hands. Roman immediately smiled for the camera and curled up to hug his knees. The flash didn't blind Roman cause his eyes were shut for the photo. Janus pulled out the Instax card and placed it on his backpack to develop.
"Maybe one of you looking at the stars? Just turn a bit and look up," Roman followed Janus' request and looked up at the millions upon millions of stars. He smiled softly as his friend shot more pictures. Janus slowly placed down his camera and just fonded over his friend's smile and sheer beauty. He barely contained himself from saying, "Perfect,"
Roman looked over at Janus with a shy smile, and grabbed the Polaroid with a smirk. "Roman-"
"C'mon, one picture." He snickered as he pointed the lens at Janus. The boy huffed as he hid behind his sweatshirt collar, then the flash blinded him. He squinted and pawed at his sensitive eyes before the flash frightened him once more.
"Alright, enough-" Janus smirked as he grabbed the Polaroid from Roman's grip, causing the other to burst out in laughter. "I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not exactly the photogenic one," He chuckled under his breath.
Roman's giggling faded as they sat their in silence, the crickets becoming the most prominent things they hear. "Hey," Janus looked up from the undeveloped photos of Roman on his backpack. He scooted closer into Janus' personal space and lightly brushed his fingers against the camera to place it beside his thigh. "I think you're breathtaking." Roman whispered under his breath.
Janus' cheeks flushed as Roman slipped off the mustard beanie and placed it back atop the other's head. Hands slid from his hair to cup his burning red cheeks. Roman's hands were soft and warm against his cool skin, causing him to shiver. It wasn't unpleasant, it was heavenly if anything. Janus leaned into the touch on instinct and sighed. "Yup, breathtaking.." Janus gasped softly when Roman's lips skimmed his own, and tensed up at the feeling uncontrollably. His eyes started fluttering shut, but it was quickly interrupted by a dog barking in the distance. They fell away from each other as they looked over to see a dog on a leash, with an angry owner attached to the end of it.
"Shit-!" Roman hissed as he quickly grabbed his jacket and backpack. "Come on, we gotta go." He grabbed the Polaroids and shoved them into his backpack. Janus scrambled to pocket the rest and snatched his pack right up. They started making a run for it back to the tall grass. It was safe to say they were both terrified of the dog that was surely chasing them. Janus quickly lost Roman as he ran blindly through seven foot tall grass. He grunted when he stumbled into a pothole, quickly regaining himself to keep on running. Swatting away the grass he went through helped alot, and soon enough he was out of the field and running to the fence.
"Janus!" Roman yelled from the other side of the fence. How the fuck is he already over the damn fence? Janus stumbled against the chained fence, throwing his backpack over and starting the climb. They both gasped when the dog and owner appeared from the grass, so Janus hastily jumped over, landing on his wrists. He whimpered as Roman lifted him to his feet.
"My camera!" Janus yelled as the Polaroid laid on the other side of the fence, the strap snapped in two. He fought Roman's grip to retrieve his previous camera but the other was too strong and determined to escape. "No- stop!"
"Fucking kids!" The man yelled as his dog barked and growled at them. The dog pawed and jumped on the fence, trying to get as close to the intruders as possible. "Private property! You're lucky I don't call the damn cops!"
Janus cursed under his breath as he ran over to his bike and Roman quickly got on while he hopped onto his handlebars. Roman quickly pedalled off onto the road towards downtown.
After ten minutes of riding, Janus just sat on the handlebars with a blank expression. "Fuck, that was close," Roman huffed as he continued to pedal down Stanford Lane. The lights were low but on, lighting up the street softly. It wasn't busy, but there was enough buzz for a Tuesday night. Cars reved on by while they simply rode the bike down main street. Roman chewed his lip at Janus' silence.
"I.. I'm sorry about the camera. We were gonna get caught I didn't know what to do..." He peered over to see the bruising on Ethan's left wrist. "Holy shit, is it broken-?"
"Just get to your house," Janus mumbled. "So I can get to mine." Roman frowned at Janus' bitter tone, but turned down towards his neighborhood anyways.
A few more blocks down and he turned them onto his street to the first house on the corner. His parents were home, great. The window it is.
He pulled them into his driveway, Janus getting off of the handlebars then Roman off the seat. He pushed down the kickstand and they both stood there staring at the pavement.
"I am, really, really sorry about the Polaroid. I wish you could've gotten it, and now you're wrist is probably sprained and I get it if your upset about that kiss, or whatever it was. Tonight was just bad and I'm- so fucking sorry." Roman poured out his apology in one go, while Janus still stared at his muddy shoes in a blank expression. Roman sighed as he adjusted his straps tighter for the climb up. "I'll... Night, J." Roman mumbled as he left Janus and the bike in the driveway while he went over to the side of his house.
He hopped onto one of the trashcans and jumped til he grabbed the edge of the gutter to hoist himself up and over. He grunted as he jumped over towards the ledge, scaling across the edge til he reached his window. Luckily, he always kept it open for this exact reason, so he simply slid the glass up and threw his backpack over to his desk then stepped through. His feet hit the carpeted floor not so gently. "You've singlehandedly fucked everything up. Good for you.." Roman sighed as he reached over to shut his window. His fingers brushed the sill as it started sliding shut, but a hand gripping his wrist caused him to stop in his tracks.
"What the f-" A hand clamped over his mouth, and soon he saw Janus' pleading eyes to not scream. "Janus?" He mumbled into the other's palm. Janus nodded as he removed his hand to grip the edge of the window.
"I-I'm slipping-!" Janus yelled under his breath as his grip faltered, but Roman quickly grabbed his wrist to pull him inside. Both of them fell to the ground with a loud thump. Roman groaned at the weight on his chest and stomach.
"Are you psychotic? What the hell was that! You could've been seriously injured-!" Roman gasped at how Janus connected their lips quickly. He laid frozen as warm, pliable lips grazed his. His eyes fluttered shut as he copied the movements, Janus straddling his thighs as he went in for more and more and more. Roman's hands were hot and delightful gripping his hips, keeping them close. "I'm still really upset with you, that was dangerous. And isn't your wrist sprained?"
Janus huffed as he leaned back on Roman's thighs. "Why did you think I was slipping? That was painful." Janus mumbled as he raised up his bruised wrist. Roman took his hand gently and kissed the inside of Janus' wrist. The boy winced but relaxed as the kisses trailed up to his palm, then to his fingers. His vision became cloudy as Roman kissed the tip of his fingers then grazed them against his lips. "Roman.." One finger slipped between those pillowy lips, and Janus sighed as he allowed his head to hang.
His tongue wrapped around the tip of Janus' index finger, causing the boy to shiver. "Fuck... Roman, you're insufferable." Janus mumbled, no real venom behind it. Roman simply snickered as he gently placed down the other's hand.
"What are you gonna tell your parents? Won't they notice their son's wrist is purple and broken?" Roman asked as he laid down beneath Janus, enjoying the weight atop his thighs. The boy huffed and stared at his wrist with a look of disgust. "I don't think they'll be very happy to hear we snook onto private property, then got chased out by a dog, and to top it all off-" Roman pointed at Janus' wrist, which was definitely swelling up.
"Yeah... I think it's my turn to be grounded for two days, or two years. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Janus sighed, settling back against Roman's thighs. He smirked as he leaned over, his upper half being supported by his good arm as he and Roman brush noses. "But you'll be there with me anyways, won't you?"
Their lips connected, Roman's hand going up to cup Janus' cheeks as the silence settled around them. The only noise was their quick intakes of breath, the occasional whimper, or the slide of glossy lips and tongue. Roman hummed as he lifted his hips and hooked one leg behind the other's, then flipped them to where Janus was pinned to the carpet. If he bumped his wrist, he showed no pain. Though he did wrap his legs behind the small of Roman's back. All Roman saw were glassy eyes and rosy cheeks before diving back in.
Janus whined when Roman abandoned his mouth to kiss his nose, eyelids, then where his discolored skin was, from his forehead all they down to his neck. He smiled softly, turning his head to capture Roman's lips once more. His lips were heavenly, his touch intoxicating, this, everything is so much, but in a good way.
Roman nosed at the side of Janus' neck, pressing a smile into the heated skin.
"Yeah, I'll be there."
"Good."
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london boy (pt. ii)
pairing: will x female!reader
warning(s): mention of alcohol, swearing
word count: 4.1k
a/n: part i can be found here / creative roadblocks aside, i loved writing for this tiny baby of a series way too much. i got to live vicariously through the reader in both her travels and endeavors if i’m honest. i hope you all enjoy x
Their feet moved briskly along the pavement in sync, matching the beat of the traffic, mixing in with the sounds of the rushing water from the boats along the river. Will took her right to the spot - a bridge with a blue iron railing between posts that overlooked the canal of Little Venice. Boats rested along the sides or moved at a slow pace, people in kayaks sloshing the water around, and the sun bounced off the ripples.
(Y/N) smiled, her hands gripping the edge of the railing before taking a step back and moving with Will. They walked down a tree-lined street, along the river, enjoying the slight breeze and any conversation that came to a head.
“You’re from California, yeah?” Will asked, hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket.
Her eyes left the river and landed on him, and she nodded. “Yeah,” she said, “I moved to Huntington Beach when I was young and really don’t know anywhere else besides there.”
“Typical of a lad from London, but I went to L.A. with a few friends a couple of years ago.”
“Yeah, like most people,” she sighed playfully, “I noticed that here, if you say you are from California they immediately think of Los Angeles. I don’t mind it because the place is so fucking big you can’t really be bothered to learn all the places.”
Will scrunched his nose. “Yeah, can’t be asked really.”
She laughed. “It’s fine. I love L.A. though. I was there every other weekend visiting friends at UCLA and stuff. I walked into a dorm room to see David Dobrik once so that was one of the better experiences.”
“Aw, no way man, that’s fuckin’ sick.”
“Yeah, yeah, he was a usual around there.” She brushed it off. “We used to sneak into clubs a couple of years back to see people perform.”
They dodged someone riding a bike along the path and then stepped back in closer together, shoulders almost brushing as they walked. (Y/N) heard the rustle of the tree leaves above her when the wind picked up just for a moment, carrying under her jacket, giving her a slight chill.
“We went to uh, I think it was Avalon? In Hollywood?” Will said, his mind swirling with memories from the brief trip. He drank so much he could barely remember anything other than the view from their Airb&b and the inside of a toilet bowl.
“Avalon is a good place.” She nodded quickly, remembering the nightclub name well. “I went about three years ago, and someone jumped to the DJ booth-”
Will paused in his tracks, eyes softening as he looked at her. (Y/N) paused a couple of steps later, turning around to look at Will, and he tilted his head to the side. “And the DJ kept him up there when security came for him, and the bloke played-”
“Dancing Queen,” she finished.
The two shared a second of realization before laughing. Who would have thought that years ago, they would have been in the same tiny club in West Hollywood. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was a test of fate.
When they began to walk again, they didn’t make it far before (Y/N) paused, pulling out her camera. She stepped up to the ledge near the railing and brought her camera to her eye, taking a few photos of the way the light hit the boat on the water, of the petals that slowly fell from the trees, marking the near end of summer. When the clouds covered the sunlight, she paused and her eyes searched for something else to photograph.
After moving another few feet and taking some photos, she spun around to look at Will to make sure she wasn’t annoying him by stopping every few feet. He was standing just behind her, his hands in his pockets while staring up at the trees.
She quickly turned her body to him, bringing the camera back to her eye, and taking a photo. Over the sound of scooters flying by, Will heard the shutter of her camera and he glanced at her to see the lens pointed directly at him. He laughed and his head turned to the side, an arm stuck out, shying away from the photos she had snapped.
“The guy who makes videos of himself for a living is camera shy?” She asked teasingly, dropping her camera and joining him on the cobblestone pavement once again.
Will licked his lips, still smiling. “Of course Marg ran her big mouth about that. How much did she tell you?”
“Just enough,” They began to stroll together, reaching the end of the street, but they turned to walk across a bridge. “She didn’t say much, only that you moved here for YouTube stuff, but I never went snooping.”
“That definitely saves me some embarrassment. Don’t think I can really explain some of the questionable things I have done.” He paused. “So you know why I’m here, but why did you decide to move here? Why London out of every other place in the world?”
(Y/N) hummed, watching the pavement move between her feet. “Well, besides it being the only option to study abroad in, I always wanted to visit.” She said briefly. “It’s so drastically different from the palm trees, beaches, warm weather I’m used to. So it’s refreshing in a way.”
“So it wasn’t the footy obsession and the Tesco meal deals that did it?”
She was versed enough in the culture to understand his jokes, so she laughed. “No, afraid not.” She said and watched him smile - the small dimple forming in his cheek, and she smiled too. “I love it though. I love the diversity, the architecture, everything about it. I still might be in the honeymoon phase with the city, but I don’t think that will change.”
They crossed the street of cars and immersed themselves between the trees of Regent’s Park. She held tight onto the side of her camera, feeling the urge to snap a photo, but instead she loosened the grip and let it catch around her neck. She was slowly learning to admire the moments she was living rather than photograph them and feel bittersweet about truly enjoying it later on.
Above them, the heavy overcast broke and the sun peeked through, covering the green grass, the trees, and fountains with light. While she lived in the constant summer of Southern California, she was appreciating the weather in different ways now. It was like how she once appreciated the rain, the snow on her previous holidays. She appreciated the London sunshine and her new life the same - like a breath of fresh air.
“Would you come back? You know, after you’ve left?” Will asked after a second as they began to walk along the manicured path of trees near the water of the small lake.
“Oh, of course,” she said quickly. “I can definitely see myself living here in the future too.”
“Well then, I have all the time in the world to show you everything.”
It was a sweet sentiment she was going to reply to before a loud shriek filled the air around them. Their heads snapped, following the sound to the boating lake where a goose had attacked a woman on a small pedal boat, the man next to her on the boat laughing as she fended off the goose from her head.
“Oh my God,” she said between quiet chuckles. “I would be so embarrassed. I feel so bad.”
Will ran his fingers through his hair. “Bloody ‘ell, imagine what a day you would have if a goose attacked you.”
“Think I would just pack up and go home after that.”
“All the way back home?”
“All the way back home,” she laughed.
“Well, before you do that, I think I have a couple more surprises up my sleeve for you.” She looked at him with a raised brow, and he didn’t even give her a chance to ask or to question him. “Just got to trust me.”
“I feel like I’ve been trusting you a lot today.”
“And it’s worked out well for ya, hasn’t it?”
She licked the inside of her lip knowing that he was right. Someone on a skateboard rolled by them and they picked up speed with their steps, and Will led her back onto the pavement off the park. Dodging traffic and across the street, they walked just a bit further before stopping at a small shop with a row of Vespa’s parked in a row in front of it.
(Y/N) looked at the scooters, then back to Will, and then back to the scooters, and then back to Will.
“We are not-”
“Oh, we absolutely are.” He said pulling out his wallet to prepare his ID and other information to rent a scooter for the remainder of the day. His eyes met hers and he pressed his lips into a smile. “Be back in a second,” and he stepped up and walked into the small shop.
No less than five minutes later, Will emerged back from the shop with two helmets and a smile that made (Y/N) shake her head again as she kicked herself off the wall to stand next to him. “Alright, pick your color, we got it for the rest of the day.”
“You are incredible. And I don’t know how to deal with it.” He chuckled.
As cars and bikes whizzed by, she stepped down off the pavement and to the Vespa’s, scanning over the range of colors, and she settled on the white one. She walked over and placed her hand on the black leather seat and turned to look at him. If she was going to ride on the back of a scooter with a random British boy in a foreign city, it was going to be on that one.
“This one okay?”
“Perfect,” he held the black helmet under his arm, handing out the shiny, cherry red one in her direction. “So where to now?” He asked, placing the helmet over his head, adjusting his hair under the front.
She hummed, plucking at the straps to secure under her chin. “Lunch? I could go for food after you made me walk bloody forever.”
He smiled at her words. “Bloody forever,” he teased and she rolled her eyes. “Already becoming one of us, yeah?”
“Guess you have a bit of influence on me.”
Will fumbled with the small key in his hand before throwing a leg over the bike and settling down on the seat. He started the scooter and a second later, (Y/N) stepped over, placing a hand on his shoulder for balance while she threw her own leg over and settled down on the back seat. She could feel the warmth of his legs against hers and she cleared her throat.
“So, where are you going to be whisking me off too?” She propped up her feet from the ground, finding footing on the side of the scooter, positioned right behind his.
He gripped the handles, but looked over his shoulder to her. “Have you ever been to a beer garden?”
“Nope, not yet.”
“Well, I know a place…” he said turning on the small scooter, allowing the engine to rumble beneath them. He adjusted his helmet and leaned back against her gently. “Might want to hold on.”
(Y/N) complied and tucked her camera into her bag, and she leaned forward, pressing her chest against his back, and she slid her arms around his torso, hands resting just below his chest. Her nose grazed his back and she smiled, raising her chin to meet his shoulder.
“Was this your plan all along?” Her eyes scanned over his side profile - from the gentle stubble on his jaw to his long eyelashes, and the way that his eyes crinkled when he laughed.
Will chuckled and walked the small scooter backwards and onto the street. “You know me better than I thought.”
(Y/N) laughed and felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through her body, from her head to her toes, as Will clutched the handle and sent them riding through the streets. She felt the wind slap at her cheeks, the air running through her hair.
When he took a corner a little sharply, she gripped the material of his shirt in her hand, and they both laughed.
Through the windy and packed streets, she admired the throngs of people, of tourists in their brightly colored clothing, she admired the way the sun bounced off the skyscrapers. It was experiences like these that she longed for, that she dreamed of when imagining her time in London.
And that adrenaline raced right to her heart and bloomed, making her feel alive.
***
The place that Will had in mind was a rooftop beer garden in the middle of the city.
Walking through the restaurant and taking the stairs up to the third floor, Will opened the door and allowed (Y/N) to step out first. Instead of stepping into a small greenhouse filled with wooden benches and iron chairs, greenery hanging down from the ceiling in baskets around a bar, and through the fogged glass, she saw the skyline of Central London at its closest.
The Culpeper was in Central London, and Will knew that she would love it. And she did. They sat under the sun at a wooden table on the roof, sipping draft beers in frozen glasses and sharing a plate, but (Y/N) couldn’t keep her eyes off the view around her - she admired Heron Tower, 100 Bishopsgate, and St. Axe Mary which Will told her was called “the gherkin” and she laughed, shaking her head.
“So,” she took a sip of the beer, her lipstick staining the rim, “where’s your place? Top of the Shard with that 360 view from that YouTube money?”
“Never been more clear that you haven’t watched my videos,”
Will craned his head around, looking in the direction of his place before turning back to her. He could see himself in the reflection of her red-rimmed sunglasses, he could see her eyes smiling back at him and he smiled too.
“It’s in Canary Wharf - back that way,” he motioned to where he was looking before, “but you can’t see the building for literally every other building in the way.”
“I’ve been to Canary Wharf once, but only in an Uber pick up Margot. She didn’t tell me she was at yours though or that’s where you lived.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Will took a sip of his beer, “I just moved to a bigger flat.”
She perked a brow, holding up a chip, “so the YouTube money is pretty good?” She popped the chip into her mouth.
“Ah, guess so,” he chuckled, “good enough to split rent with a flatmate.”
(Y/N) smiled at the group of friends that walked onto the rooftop and they shuffled by to another row of tables across from them and then she looked back at Will. “So who is your flatmate? Another YouTuber?”
“Gee is, fucks sake, don’t even know anymore. She hasn’t uploaded in about five months, but guess you can call her that.”
“Gee?” She questioned, her mind flickering back to a girl who went by Gee that was in her commercial editing course. During class introductions, she said she made YouTube videos but wanted to get better at editing in her free time. “Does she have blue hair?”
Will cocked his head. “You know Gee?”
“I think she is in one of my classes. She goes to King’s College?”
“God, how small is London?” He whispered under his breath and she laughed.
“Apparently a lot smaller than we both thought.”
They both paused for a moment - (Y/N) reaching out and grabbing another chip, Will, leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his hair. With the lunch rush, their hidden solace on the rooftop became hectic with larger groups coming in every few minutes, the traffic on the streets picking up, but they remained.
“So you’re doing that culture, media, and creative stuff too?” She nodded. “What do you want to do with it?”
“Always wanted to be a journalist, but now I don’t know, I’m finding a lot of open doors when it comes to commercial editing.” She swirled her beer in the glass before taking a sip, and then tsking with a smile. “If you ever need an editor though, I’m have some services to offer,”
“Really?”
“Oh-”
“Rah, I have been thinking about getting an editor, you know.” He leaned up to the table again, his elbows meeting the edge. Her eyes widened, fully expecting him to take it as a joke because well, that’s what it was intended to be. “Would that seriously be something you’re up for?”
She thought about her schedule, how she had a few free hours during the day and at the end, and if she really wanted to, she could make it work. Her school load would get lesser as the semester went on, when she had to start working on bigger projects, so she could make time.
“You really want me to see all your uncut footage?”
“As long as you don’t blackmail me.”
“Could never,” she giggled. “But yeah, I would have to watch a few of your videos to get a feel of how you edit, but I would be up for it.”
“How much you want a video? A tenner?” He saw her eyes narrow at him through her sunglasses and he laughed.
“Be careful,” she teased, “you’re the one giving me the blackmail material.”
“Ah, fair,”
He looked at her and he smiled, and then she smiled back, a laugh following from her lips. It was a sweet sound, to him, one that mingled with the birds in the sky, that felt as golden as the sun. He looked away bashfully with the same smile.
“Okay,” she leaned forward on the table with a smile, “can I tell you a secret?”
Will leaned in closer, smirking. “I’m honored for you to even consider.”
(Y/N) took another sip of her beer. “When I drink or get drunk, I adopt the accent of whoever I am talking to.”
He laughed, leaning back in his chair again. He wasn’t expecting that to be her secret, but he also couldn’t be surprised. “Alright, give it to me. Give me your best mockery.”
She cleared her throat and threw out what she knew was the most basic, stereotypical British phrase she could think of. “Oi, mate, we can go ridin’ around on my scooter...”
“Fuckin’ mate,” Will cursed with a loud laugh. “Is that really it?”
She laughed too, her shoulders moving as she found herself more than amused by his reaction. “Yeah, and what about it, mate?”
“I would have to say it was the cutest mockery of the British accent I ever heard.” He admitted, and when their eyes met, they both smiled.
A handful of minutes later, they were jogging down the stars of the restaurant’s inner lining, and they stepped out onto the busy street. With helmets strapped on and her arms around him, Will drove them out to the outskirts of London, to Walthamstow. The last stop on their bucketlist for the day was a hidden gem on the corner of a street - Gods Own Junkyard. They zoomed past cherry red double-decker buses and through the narrow streets between townhouses, landing at the base of a building disguised as a regular shop.
With a small thank you as Will held the door for her, she stepped into the room filled with neon, glowing lights. Pinks, blues, reds, yellows, everywhere she looked, in every corner. She beamed, feeling as if she had just stepped into outer space.
Will watched as she walked ahead of him, finding herself lost in the array of colors and the vibrating atmosphere, and he smiled, lingering behind with his hands tucked in his pockets. He liked watching her get excited about the things he found so minuscule. When she turned around and looked at him, pointing to one of the signs with a smile, he found a new way to look at it. What was a place he had once been before, he was now seeing through new eyes alongside her, and with a new appreciation.
(Y/N) held the camera up to her eye and she snapped a photo of the wall plastered with signs that read - LOVE & LUST and SEX DRUGS & BACON ROLLS along with red glowing hearts and the Union Jack flag around them.
Moving past the groups of people around certain signs, she found Will sitting on a small decorative chaise lounge against a back wall. It had a wicker table in front of it, a yellow fire hydrant to the right, and it was littered with Union Jack throw pillows, and another of the Queen’s crown. He smiled when their eyes met, and she noticed the glow of the blue sign just above his head - Love at Dusk, written in cursive blue lettering. He watched her slowly bend down at the knee, and she held her camera pointing directly at him, snapping the perfect photo as he laughed. For someone to make a living in front of a camera, he was shy when others were the ones snapping the photos.
“Oh, come on, don’t be shy now.” (Y/N) giggled, stepping around the table and falling onto the chaise lounge with him. He allowed her to sit close, his arm stretched along the back. “Look at these,”
She pulled the strap from around her neck, clicking the small buttons on the camera with the pad of her thumb and showing him the screen. Over the course of the day, she had taken at least a couple hundred photos of the river, the view from the rooftop beer garden, the streets, and of all the lights.
“And look at this one,” she sunk in closer, her hip resting against his as she showed him the photos and they laughed together at the blurry ones or mistaken ones.
Will looked at the screen to see a photo of him standing on the street in Little Venice, the bloomed trees above him as he turned his head with a laugh, a hand stretched out in her direction to stop her. A couple photos later, he saw himself again, this time at the beer garden. He was sitting across from her at the table, bringing his beer to his lips, and he could see her in the reflection of his sunglasses.
The last photos were of him - a zoomed-out shot of him taken just moments ago that captured his whole body as he sat on the lounge, but the last photo was zoomed in, capturing the way the blue light bounced off his dark hair and jacket, how it brought out the features in his face.
(Y/N) handed the camera to Will and he took it in his large hands, allowing him to look at himself and the other photos.
“Might have to tag you along as a camera operator as well as editing,” he said looking at the photos she had taken over the course of the day, “you’re proper good at it, you know.”
He handed the camera back to her and she looked at him with a small smile. “Well, it’s pretty easy when you have a great muse.”
He turned to her, perking an eyebrow, and they looked at each other for a beat. They both felt a surge of forwardness, of bravery given after spending the day together with flirtatious smiles and teasing in between. They were able to bounce off each other, to talk without stopping, which was something that made them think maybe, just for a second, that their new-found friendship could be more than that.
“Are you flirting with me, Miss California?”
Have been all day, she thought. (Y/N) laughed, her head tilting to the side, “and what would you do about it, London Boy?”
Will turned his body to her, their knees grazing, but his eyes never left hers. He cracked a smile, unable to hold it in as he leaned in closer, “guess yous just have to trust me.”
Under the bright blue lights hovering above their heads, Will tilted his head down as he leaned into her, her eyes flickered back and forth from his eyes to his lips and then back, her own head tilting to the side and meeting him in the middle where their lips locked.
It was sweet, a kind kiss that filled your heart with joy, and (Y/N)’s was overflowing. She thought of it like she thought of London, the sunshine - a breath of fresh air.
Will reached up and placed a hand on her cheek, holding her face, and she pecked his lips again before pulling back just slightly, the tip of her nose grazing against his and she laughed.
“Trusting you really has done me well.”
“I told you this tour would be worth it.” Will chuckled, his thumb resting at her cheek, fingers sliding behind her ear. “And if you’re willing to pay, it will be another five dollars added on for that kiss. It’s originally a tenner but you get that special discount.”
“So all it takes is a kiss to get the special discount?” She teased. “What do I have to do to get the whole tour for free?”
Will hummed, eyes squinting. “The accent was pretty cute, so if you do it again I might consider.”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “Alright, mate,” she heard his laugh and she leaned forward, kissing Will again with a smile.
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