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namjoonscoffeeshop · 2 months

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Dear Namjoon | 05

✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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once you woke up, you found that not just your lips were swollen due to how much namjoon sucked on them but your eyes were puffy due to you crying.

you go wash up, and come out with at towel wrapped around your body. you kept looking at the marks that decorated your skin in the mirror. and you felt dumb because deep inside you want him to touch you and kiss you. maybe friends with benefits is fine.

picking an outfit good enough to cover the marks , you then begin to pick up the clothes from the floor. only to find that he left his tie in your room. picking it up you get angry again and toss it into your closet inside your suitcase before shutting it

"asshole"

jimin and dad came home earlier, since jimin rushed him. not liking the idea of you being alone a whole night.

he walks into your room, you were laying in bed. "hey sis" he jumps on the bed hugging you

"hey mochi"

"did namjoon leave after dropping you off?" he lays his head on your lap, your fingers begin to brush his hair

"yeah, he said he had plans"

"nice, i owe him one for bringing you home" he closes his eyes and relaxes as you comb his hair

"i think he took it really serious when you said i was off limit"

"he better"

you chuckle at his words "why you bring it up?, don't tell me you like him" he asks

"no" you answer quickly

"i was just wondering why you said that" you bite your lip, hoping he'd tell you, he sighs

"he a fuck boy, he uses girls for his own pleasure and later on leaves them. i just don't want him to pull that shit on you. i saw how he looked at you"

"everyone was looking at me"

"nope, his eyes were undressing you"

"your so extra" you laugh

his arms wrap around your waist "let me sleep here, you don't know how much i've missed you" he pouts

"ok" he rolls over and gets under the blanket, you turn off the light, he hugs you.

"goodnight"

"night"

jimin fell asleep first that night, for the first time in a while i stayed up all night thinking about everything that happened today.

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when jimin woke up he looked at you for a while, at some point he hated his parents for separating the two of you. and thats why he tried so hard to keep a good relationship so he wouldn't become a stranger to you.

but right now it was time for revenge, for what you did to him. he snickered at how you always looked angry as you slept, and thought it would be funnier to just take a photo of you. grabbing his phone he opens the group chat with the other guys

BANGTAN CHAT - Jimin POV

y/n kicked me out of the bed yesterday

tae: that's the most random shit you have ever said

you don't understand it hurt like a bitch, but i can't do that to her. so i got other plans

hobi: and why are you telling us this

namjoon: cause he has no other friends

fuck you, and its cause of this

jimin sits up and takes a photo of you sleeping, sending it to the group chat

i might not be able to kick her off the bed but this is good enough for revenge. now i'ma wake this kid up so see y'all at school.

tae: did he just send us a photo of his sister sleeping

jungkook: she's gonna kill you, you know that right?

yoongi: someone show her the photo and if she kills him, no one help him. he deserves it

----

what jimin didn't know is that he just gave namjoon a photo of y/n. namjoon smiles at the photo

"shit maybe if it's her...it wouldn't be so bad" he saves the photo

i woke up to jimin sticking his finger into my ear and it was wet

"what the fuck, why is your finger wet" i clean my ear

"oh cuz i licked it" he laughs, jumping off the bed "get ready for school" he says with a smile ear to ear

once again you went with jimin to school, cause you were too tired to drive. today was weird because the guys just kept looking at you and jimin was acting cocky all morning

"do i look funny today or what" you were getting irritated at their stares, especially namjoon's

hoseok then walks up to you and jimin yells his name "hey you wouldn't" jimin points at him, and hoseok takes his phone out showing you the group chat. taehyung is holding back his laugh at the view of a very stressed out jimin. who is slowly getting off the desk.

you grab the phone and read the conversation until you scroll and see your photo. you look up at jimin with dagger eyes "you asshole!" you hand hoseok his phone back, as you walk to jimin, who's hiding behind taehyung

"you kicked me off the fucking bed" he yells

"bitch you stuck you nasty finger in my ear" taehyung is being pushed around. as you try to get a hold of jimin

your face was beet red at the thought they all saw the photo, but what made you blush even harder was that namjoon saw the photo. only making you wanna strangle your brother even more.

he pushes taehyung towards you as he runs for the door, you turn, trying to grab him but trip over your bag you had carelessly tossed on the floor.

namjoon quickly gets up and his arm wraps around your waist as he catches you. you tense up at his touch, but you stand straight and look at him. before you pick up your bag, sticking your middle finger at jimin. you leave the rooftop. leaving everyone but namjoon confused.

"shit, is she that mad?" jimin asks concerned

taehyung being his own curious self he was more into why there was a awkward tension between the two you.

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once it was lunch time, jimin said he had to go to a class for some help. and said to go make friends instead.

i was planning to just go to the rooftop before i got a message from namjoon. telling me to meet him in the same class from yesterday. hesitant at first. i decided i should go and hear what he has to say.

you walk the same hall as yesterday. making sure no one was looking at you as you enter the last classroom. you find namjoon sitting on the desk just like yesterday

"hey" he smiles

"what do you want?" he raises his brow at my tone.

"come here" he motions you to come closer to him. and you do, you stand in front of him. his hands reach for your waist pulling you towards him, as he leans on the desk. "i'm sorry alright"

you look away from him, with your arms crossed

"look i'm not really good at relationships. but if it's you it's worth giving a try" he gives your waist a little squeeze "what do you think?"

"i don't know you said i should listen to my brother more, and well my brother said your a fuck boy" you stare at him, trying to hurt him with your words like he hurt you but it didn't work

he just chuckles at your words "didn't i just say i'm not good at relationships, plus there were more reasons to why those relationships failed. but i don't gotta tell your brother everything" you just stared at him, angrily.

"come on babe don't be mad" he pouts

"don't call me babe" you frown

"why"

"because we aren't dating"

"but you like it when i call you babe or actually" he presses your body against his "or how you body reacts when i tell you your a good girl" he whispers by your ear making you tense up

putting your hands on his chest, you put distance between you both "you are saying everything except what you should be saying"

"oh yeah?, and what's that?" he tilts his head, making you more frustrated

"i'm just kidding, geez" he laughs

"wanna be my girlfriend"he presses his forehead against yours

"i don't know, let me think about it" you peck his lips, as you push him away. ready to walk away but he holds onto you tighter "i don't think so" he grabs your chin as he kisses your roughly

changing positions he sits you down on the desk, your arms wrapped around his neck. his hands propping himself up on the desk . enjoying the kiss, he smirks against your lips.

"you aren't gonna answer"

"hmm answer what"

he sighs "i gotta repeat myself?" you just stare at him in silence

"go out with me"

"alright" he smiles and leans in to kiss you but you pull on his hair making him groan

"make me cry again and i will tell my brother"

"did i make you cry" he pulls your hand away from his hair, giving it a kiss.

you don't respond at all

"sorry alright" he kisses you again and again. making you melt at his touch.

"you know it's gotta be a secret right" he presses his forehead against yours, "hmmm, does it?" he smirks

"yes! i'm serious namjoon"

"i like people knowing what's mine though"

"it's my brother, i don't think you need to be territorial with him"

"he said you were off limits, i promise i won't ever say it. i just hope you don't make us get caught" his dumb brushes against your bottom lip.

" we can meet here every time. no one uses this room" he smiles

"how do you know? fucked one of your other bitches here?" you bite his finger, making him grin

"don't be a jealous girlfriend, you gotta trust me. and you're not one of my bitches, so no i wouldn't take you to does places" "Plus I wouldn't be fucking you, I'lol be making love to you "

"it's just you from now on"

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after making out for a while longer, he says you guys should go already. and you followed him to the court yard where he read his book. and you scrolled through your phone

" i heard you guys will be getting fan mail"

"yeah, they said something about that" his eyes don't leave his book

"y/n, thats where you were" jimin enters the court yard

"i thought i told you to make friends, not to go hang out with namjoon"

"ouch, for your information i found your lonely sister sitting here alone. no need to thank me for giving her company" he shrugs, giving you a wink without jimin noticing

"you're a lost cause y/n" he sighs, sitting next to you. "namjoon you ready for later?" jimin says excited

"yeah sure why not" he response was rather dry, he didn't look interested

"don't mind him, when he's reading he doesn't pay attention to anyone" jimin sighs

"you wanna come along?" he looks at you

"yeah, i'll go" jimin nods.

you guys stay there until the bell rang.

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after getting to the club, you realize a bunch of kids from school were also there. jimin explained that were was some sort of concert. they left you alone once more as they went to go get ready for this performance.

jin sits next you, giving you a glass of orange juice. "how did you like our performance the other day" he asks

"i think your guys are awesome, what jimin would tell me over the phone doesn't give justice to how hard you guys work" you take a sip of the juice.

"thanks" he smiles, satisfied with your answer

your phone rings, and you take it out to find a message of namjoon, telling you to go through red doors near the bathroom.

"uh ima go to the bathroom" you put the cup on the table, jin smiles at you as you walk away. going through the crowd

you walk pass the bathroom, seeing a lot of red doors everywhere. taking out your phone your about to call namjoon, but someone grabs your arm and pulls you into one of the room making your scream.

they cover your mouth with their hand and you hit their chest

"it's me, calm down"

"namjoon!" you whack him again "what are you doing" he laughs

"i wasn't sure if anyone was out there, sorry" he gives you a hug

"i wanted to see you before we went up, jimin said he's taking you home after"

"oh.." you look around, seeing a lot of instruments everywhere, your eyes stopping at the violin

"you play?" he walks up to the violin, handing it to you

"a long time ago, i don't think i can even play a child song at this point" you chuckle

"who knows"

"lets hang out tomorrow?"

"when??" you place the violin where namjoon had picked it up from

"after school, the guys are all planning to hang out, jimin will be there. i'll tell them i got some plans, you just tell jimin that he should spend some time without you" his eyes crinkled as he laughed

"ok, but i think my dad is gonna be home tomorrow so.."

"don't worry you can come to my place" nodding, you guys hear the announcements, and you hear an angry jimin calling out namjoon to get his ass to the stage

namjoon quickly puts his hand behind your neck, as he leans in for a kiss "i need to recharge" he mumbles, he takes your bottom lip into his mouth and sucks lightly.

"fuck, i gotta go but. tomorrow alright!" he points at you as he walks out the door

waiting for a bit, you hear the music start. taking it as your cue you walk out and head to where the stage is.

you see multiple people in suits, they have clipboards and are looking up to them, two guys catch your attention. their heads bopped to the music. looking at the clip board you catch a glimpse to the name 'Bighit Entertainment'

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once they got off stage, many people went up to them with business cards. namjoons steps up and takes all of them as the other guys head to the back. jimin signals you to head to the back as well. you walk slowly as you also keep your attention at namjoon who was talking to all the men in suits

"y/n hurry" jimin calls out to you

"he's getting a lot of cards" you tell jimin

"i know, isn't it exciting" jimin smiles making his eyes disappears as he smiles, you nod. happy to see him so bright

"let me change and we can head home"

namjoon was good at not glancing at you or talking to you that it made you sort of uncomfortable. cause all you wanted to do was look and talk to him. instead you talk to jungkook seeing how his eyes twinkled as he told you about the song they were singing.

"your very passionate huh" my mouth curved into a smile, his happiness being contagious.

he nods "i just wanna be good enough, so i can go with them" and he looks up to the guys, your eyes follow where he was looking. "i think your great?"

"yeah but what if i'm not good enough"

"thats bullshit on a stick, if they don't want you then you go to another one. anyways they won't leave you behind" your brows knitted

"yeah, your right. that's why i'm afraid to be the one to hold them back" his eyes gleamed with sadness and you did the one thing you could think of

i karate chopped the back of his neck

"y/n what the fuck? that hurt" he gets up, massaging his neck.

"thats for thinking the way you are, you can't be negative about things." everyone was looking at you guys since jungkook raised his voice

"fuck but did you have to hit me" jungkook whines, only to get pinched by jimin "don't talk to my little sister like that"

"she's not wrong, if they want one of us they gotta take all of us"

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the next day you drove to school, instead of going with jimin. since you were gonna head to namjoon's place after school.

and just as planned you made sure to tell your dad you were gonna hang out with some friends, yes you hadn't made new friends. but you knew some people from before you moved.

and just like namjoon said, jimin asked if you wanted to go with him. but you told him to hang out with his friends without you. ever since you came to live here he takes you everywhere with him.

you told him you were gonna hang out with old friends and he didn't suspect you at all. namjoon texted you his address, and you head over to his place.

ringing the door bell, a smiling face greets you as he opens the door

"your here" he reaches his hand out, you grab it and he pulls you inside. your back is leaning against him as he takes off your jacket. only to hang it up.

"what did jimin say"

"nothing, he was fine with it" he nods, walking into the living room. he sits down.

he was wearing his glasses again, and you loved how he looked with them "do you use your glasses to just read?" you ask as you see the book on the table

"yeah"

you sit down next to him, a little distance between the both of you

"are you hungry? we can order something" he asks, taking out his phone. right now you weren't thinking about food, for the first time ever you were feeling horny over namjoon. you wanted him to touch you.

you glance at his lips "uh sure, what do you wanna get"

scrolling through his phone he isn't aware of your stares

"namjoon"

"yeah?" he answers without looking at you

I felt flustered at the thought that he suddenly didn't wanna have sex. i thought he invited me over for that reason.

you felt like he was trying to respect you but right now you didn't want him to respect you. gathering your courage, you grab his phone. putting it down. he looks up at you, as you get up and straddle him, placing his hands on your waist

"do you really wanna order food right now" he's shocked at your sudden acts but doesn't let it phase him

"well, i don't know...do you have something else in mind"

"i want you to touch me.."

"yeah?" he smirks

pushing him to lean back agains the couch you leave kisses on his neck, he doesn't react to your touch making you irritated. you begin to suck on his skin just like he did to you. his hands already groping your ass, as he rolls your hips against him.you feel at how he right away started hardening.

"you sure you want this"

"yes" you were greedy for his touch already. he presses your ass against his hardened length, making you bury your face at the crook of his neck. trying to hide your beet red face.

as he kissed you he kept tilting his face to try and kiss you but his glasses were getting in the way. frustrated he pulls away, taking off his glasses. tossing them tot he other side of the sofa. "they were getting in the way" you giggle

your body started moving on it's own at this point, this man makes you loose all your common sense.

"good girl, keep grinding on me" his voice sounds raspy, you fasten your pace, and he finally had enough.

he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he walks upstairs to his room. locking the door behind him.

laying you on the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head, you feel a lump in your throat as you feel the butterflies in your stomach again.

it's gonna happen for real this time.

he wastes no time to undress you, he stares at your body. especially all the marks he left on your body "it was dark yesterday in your room i didn't get a good look at you, but now i can see you properly"

"don't say that" you cover your face

"why not?" he kisses your stomach, as you squeeze your thighs together

"cause it's embarrassing" smirking at your words, he grabs your thighs. spreading them "i didn't mark here" he begins to kiss you inner thighs, sucking on the skin.

"wa-wait not there" you whimper as he nibbles on your skin.

my mind is empty, i can't think straight.

you feel him blow at your heat, making you moan "na-namjoon not there" his grip on your thighs tighten, not letting you close your legs

your core is aching for him. he's making you feel a way you've never felt before. "your dripping" his fingers rubbing against your clit

"your sure you want this? once i start, i won't be able to stop myself" uncovering your face you see his fingers in his mouth again, as he licks his fingers off.

you nod

"use your words"

"yes namjoon, just fuck me already please" you stare at him as he undresses completely, reaching into his drawer to get a string of condoms out. he rips one open, pumping himself a few times before putting the condom on

"alright, i'll be gentle" he positions himself between your legs, your feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit smearing the wetness at your entrance

"look at me" he says with his raspy voice. his hand is on your waist holding you in place, you feel the tip of his cock enter you and you whimper at the sudden stretch

"hold on babe, it'll feel better soon" he grunts, laying his head on your shoulder. trying to control himself from fucking you senseless. the rest of him sinks into you slowly, making you moan as your walls stretch around him. "fuck your so fucking tight" he groans, brows pinched together. his mouth agape. your pull him into a kiss, and he moans.

a completely new feeling appears inside your stomach, your walls clench around this thick length. you feel a sense of pleasure and the knot releases making you moan

"fuck" namjoon looks at you "did you just cum from me just entering you" his forehead has drops of sweat

"cum?" you whimper, your mind completely gone

"fuck you're so innocent" sitting up he grabs your hips lifting them up, he grabs a pillow placing it underneath your hips

"i can't control myself no more" you look at his abs, your eyes look down and you see him inside you. making you wonder how he even fit. your walls clench around him even more as you think about it.

"fuck do you want my cock that badly" he pulls out enough to just leave his tip inside you, just to thrust into you, your whole body shivering with pleasure

he increases his pace and your a mess under neath him. unconsciously you spread your legs even more. making him smirk

"its sexy that you're spreading your legs for me, do you want it deeper" he grunts, as he thrusts into you once more "don't worry i'll hit all your good spots"

you thug your nails in his back, as he fastens his pace. "y/n you feel so fucking good" the pleasure was immense, every time he touched you his body screamed with pleasure, everything about you made him delirious. like every other time he had sex was meant to be with you.

you feel the feeling in your stomach again "namjoon i-"

"cum for me babe" his lips meet yours as he kisses you eagerly, after a few more thrust you cum for a second time, i cry out as he continues to pounce into me, reaching his own orgasm. his thrust get sloppy, he growls at the last few thrust before he releases into the condom. letting out little breaths as he tries to calm down

he brings his lips to yours kissing you roughly, his hand makes his way to your clit, entering two of his digits into you. you whine at the overstimulation

"wait namjoon" you whimper

"what" he growls

"i can't anymore" you grip his shoulders. he takes his fingers out of you, sitting up. you see his cock hardened again.

he takes off the used condom, tying it up he tosses it to he bin next to the bed

"babe i didn't take out just one" he picks up the string of condoms, a smug look appears on his face

"i'm tired"

"please" he kisses your inner thighs

"one more time" you stare at his dick, seeing how it twitches and it makes you feel good that you could make him hard so quickly

"fine one more time"

"get on all fours"

"what?"

"just be a good girl and listen" he slaps your thigh, you get up. getting on all fours as he lifts your ass up more.

"fuck your so fucking beautiful" you blush at his compliments

opening another condom he puts it on, wasting no time he thrusts into you. his grip on your waist tightens as he thrusts into you again.

"where the fuck have you been all my life" his heart tightens every time he rolls his hips into you

you whimper at his words, your hands griping onto the bed sheets

"namjoon" you moan his name

"yes" he grunts

"harder" you say weakly

"what ever you want" and he does exactly as you asked pulling out, he thrust harder into you making you gasp for air.

"fuck this feels so good" you manage to say, eyes shut close as the pleasure rushes through your entire body

namjoon focuses at how he disappears inside you, he bites his bottom lip. fastening his pace

"wa-wait i feel like i'm gonna pee" you whine

"just do it" namjoon groans

"wh-what"

"don't worry baby just squirt" not being able to argue with him, you feel yourself cumming again

not long after namjoon shoots into the condom again, he pulls out and you fall flat on the bed once he lets your waist go

"fuck..i can't get enough of you" he kisses your back, sucking on the skin

"namjoon i can't no more" you whine

"once more please" he continues to suck on your skin

you look at the string of condoms seeing there are three more left

"i really can't move"

"don't worry you won't have to get up"

"fine"

changing his condom once more he lays behind you, spooning you "alright" he lifts your thigh giving him space so he can slip inside of you, hands cupping your breast. as his other hand rubs your clit

"n-namjoon" you moan, he continues to thrust into you, bitting onto your shoulder making you whimper. "fuck i wanna know how it feels to fuck you raw" he moans

and the idea of him inside of you without any barrier made your walls clench around him

"shit, does that idea excite you" you couldn't last long this time, cumming shortly after. he followed you too

"y/n.." he groans

"no namjoon, i won't be able to walk" you lay on your back, hand on your stomach, as you still feel as if he was inside you. looking at namjoon he's covering his face with his forearm. you look down and see his dick, hard and up against his stomach

"what the hell are you" you laugh

your phone rings, making you reach for your skirt that was on the floor, you see it's jimin's number

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piratekenway · 2 years

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26, 27, 30... GOD WHY ARE THERE SO MANY GOOD QUESTIONS.

Also I'ma do 15. My favorite fic of yours is that Tam Lin Widomauk fic which lives rent-free in my head all the time.

15. Tell the author your favorite fic of theirs. What’s your (the author’s) favorite fic you’ve written?

it’s a toss-up between we keep living anyway (Hamilton/Daredevil crossover AU) and there’s a ghost in my lungs (WS!Mollymauk AU). sadly both of them are incomplete, but one day I mean to finish them! they still have docs in my gdocs and I really like what I was going for with both of them. they’re also leaning on different favorite tropes of mine—HamDevil AU is an out-and-out crossover of two unlikely IPs and WS!Molly uses my all-time favorite movie (Captain America: The Winter Soldier) as a template. I have a deep and utter fondness for unlikely crossovers bc it makes combining the worlds into one a fun little exercise in making two disparate sources make sense, and Winter Soldier AUs combine amnesia and brainwashing and hurt/comfort into a fun neat little package.

(although I will say it’s a lot easier to come up with weird crossovers than Winter Soldier AUs especially for particular fandoms. a WS AU wouldn’t work in Ted Lasso or Our Flag Means Death, not for me as a writer, but it works in Critical Role bc there’s a faction we KNOW would not think twice about doing horrible morally bankrupt things to people’s memories.)

26. What’s your biggest distraction when writing?

video games and books. I read a LOT of books, and I’ve recently gotten really into video games—it makes the little serotonin machine in my brain go VROOM to hit things really really hard they fall down and stop moving in a video game. same with finishing a book before I have to return it to the library. ahhhh.

(but I do highly recommend reading, like, as a writer, and even outside of your preferred genres and comfort zones! note that I’m not saying you have to read like, genres or authors you absolutely despise—I hate Nicholas Sparks and I think JK Rowling can fuck herself—you just need to read stuff that isn’t something you would usually read. if you’re a romance writer/reader, it might be swell to read, say, a legal thriller. and you should def try reading outside of more well-known authors too!

as for video games, shit, go ahead and cheat whenever. I have infinite health on for Resident Evil and infinite oxygen for Shadow of the Tomb Raider and these have been absolute godsends for enabling, like, stress-free gaming.)

27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random?

I absolutely just shoot them in the face with it like I’m launching the fic from a T-shirt cannon. part of this is bc I’m honestly never sure what’ll be coming next out of my brain—it tends to latch on to somewhat unexpected ideas and fandoms and doesn’t like to let go.

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

Call it what it is: a hallucination, brought on by the sudden lack of maintenance, the scattershot memory, the closeness to a life that Leon doesn’t remember anymore. That being said, ghost just sounds better, fits better, because the voice that pulls Leon away from a routine background check he’s running on a new neighbor belongs to a dead man: Agent Leon Kennedy.

“Nice face you got there,” the agent comments, and Leon chokes on his response. He’s young, god, maybe twenty-five, and his eyes are a purely grey-blue, no trace of red in them. His hair is much shorter, cut in a curtain cut that makes Leon think of this heroic-looking knight on the cover of one of the fantasy novels he’s working through, courtesy of Chris. In his hand is a knife, and he throws it up and down with almost contemptuous ease. “Too bad you stole it.”

Leon closes his eyes. He’s hallucinating. He’s hallucinating, that’s all. He has brain damage from years of getting electric shocks directly to the head and god knows what else they’ve done to him, this is all just a hallucination, a dream.

“Maybe,” says the ghost, and Leon’s eyes fly open to see the agent standing now over him, looking down. It’s a familiar position and a familiar look, this, and Leon reflexively looks away, his gut tying itself into an anxious knot. “That doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

#grayintogreen #asks

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1337wtfomgbbq · 11 months

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Liebe auf Distanz and the bondage fic? 😇 (I'm predictable.)

Well, after the movie I watched last night left me totally devastated and before I get onto my true crime shit again (and get even more devastated) I'ma talk about something that brings me joy.

Lemme put it under a cut so it doesn't clutter up yall's feed.

The bondage fic is... pretty much exactly what the title says. It's about Jan and Bjarne trying bondage but it turns out that Jan is totally NOT fine with it. But because he is so eager to please Bjarne and has a hard time saying no he refuses to say No and Bjarne is left realizing they are making a huge mistake.

I'm still trying to figure out if it should be a short one shot or if I should allow myself to let this fic grow. That would involve stuff like Bjarne talking to the other guys to figure out if Jan had a bad experience with bondage or if he just generally doesn't like it. Before finally realizing that they can make it work, they just have to put Bjarne into bondage🤷

They don't talk that evening but Bjarne knows very well that they'll have to. The fact that Jan didn't want to tell him No, that he didn't tell him he didn't actually want this just because he didn't want to disappoint him is deeply concerning to Bjarne.

He looks down at the mop of reddish-blond hair that's being illuminated by the light of the TV. Jan had kept tossing and turning for about half an hour. Seemingly unable to decide if he wanted to be close to Bjarne or scoot away from him.

Finally Bjarne had asked, "want me to turn on the TV?" He hadn't sounded accusing or disappointed or anything, and if he did he didn't mean to, still Jan had flinched at his words, before nodding his head. So Bjarne had gotten up to turn on the TV. He had chosen a random channel, some nature documentary, and then he had returned to bed. When he lied back down he had given Jan a wide berth, a chance for his own space should he need it, without having to ask for it.

'Liebe auf Distanz', I have to laugh when thinking about this, but it was actually meant to be finished shortly after Jan and Paul went to California and met up with Lance after Christmas 2022. That's how long this has been postponed cause live has been living me.

Anyhow, this fic is basically just fluffy porn between two old rivals that are actually kinda sorta married. Ngl, I really like playing with Paul's character in this one because he seems like the type of guy that knows full well what's going on between Jan and Lance, even going so far as saying that it makes no sense to get Lance his own room because he'll just end up with Jan anyways, so why even bother. I also liked playing around with Jan and Lance's dynamic. Getting some of the more assured side of Jan out in the bedroom (just the way you liked it in the Tuscany porn fest).

A chuckle, maybe a snicker, and Lance looks up at his Jan. “Well,” he says, raising a brow at Lance. “Eins, zwei oder drei?” he asks, voice sounding strangely sing-songy; almost as if he is singing a song.

Jan tilts his head, cups Lance's cheek with one of his hands. His eyes have lost a bit of their intensity, the pupils aren't blown as wide anymore, and Lance can finally see the hazel color of the irises again.

“Drei,” Lance finally manages to get out. He still sounds so fucking wrecked. Jan smiles at him. His smile has lost a bit of it's edge too. He uses the hand that's still cupping Lance's cheek to pull him in close, and back into a kiss.

“Do you want to prep me?” he asks, whispers it right against Lance's lips. “Or should I?” For a moment all Lance can really do is pant against Jan's lips, and try to keep himself from rutting down against the leg Jan has somehow wedged in between his legs. When did his Jan become this confident during sex?

“I...” Lance stammers, swallowing thickly to try and get his tongue working. “I'll do it.” Jan nods, grins, then leans up to whisper something into his ear. “Right back pocket in my Jeans.” Lance's hips stutter to a halt and he stares down at Jan; Jan smirking back up at him.

#I'm sorry #I couldn't help but include big BIG chunks of the fics #feels like such a long time since i worked on those WIPs #especially Liebe auf Distanz I would really like to finish #I also feel like that one has the biggest shot of getting finished first #if only mr brain and I could focus our attention on it #*laugh cries *#junky writing #junky writes #If yall wanna ask #yes I'm being very self- and mia-indulgent in those fics #personal #ullrichstrong #ullriis

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pufflocks · 3 years

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Kuroo x bottom male reader, maybe readers riding him?

Summary: Honestly in my mind–, I believe if Kuroo had someone sitting on his cock I believe he would be so touchy. Touchy and impatient— Touching the readers curves and rubbing on his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. ♡

"You- You are so fucking tight- ugh, I love it." -T.K ❣

Warnings: Slight degrading • Groping • Cum eating • Proof read • porn without plot

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Kuroo Tesuro //Kenma Kozumane//

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It was an alluring Friday. Volleyball club didn't have another practice until next week. Leaving an eventful evening afterschool for a certain couple.

"Phew I'm fuckin' exhausted-" Tetsurou exhaled stretching out his long limbs. Many people, according to Y/N would kill for his height. Yet he was always saying how much he hated it. Words only to tick his boyfriend off – which it did.

The rooster haired male slicked back his sweat covered hair. "Oi, kenma I'm gonna head out first since my oh so handsome boyfriend wanted me to take him home early." Kenma nodded quietly, chugging his water down quietly. He gathered his belongings along with the other members of the team.

'I wonder why he needs a chaperone to walk him home..' Kenma sighed. Shaking off the thought since it was not his business. Besides that he started picking up some stray volleyballs. Faster he does this the faster he gets home to play video games with his boyfriend.

You however, was just about to get out of your last period. Thinking about some random things to get out of the fact you and nekomas volleyball captain sending eachother lewd glances throughout the day. One action led to another throughout the day.

You sitting in the back of class softly giggling to yourself once while at your phone and blushing at other texts. Some texts were cute flirts like "I can't wait to see you" or "Coach is being extra angry. He needs pop a chocky milk" Leading to a raging tent in your pants in your last class period when he sent a slick nude of a boner he accumulated in the past hour. Ugh— The clock nearing 3 PM setting you slight edge in your seat.

BRING !

'Thankfully the teacher didn't see me with my phone.'

Sighing tremendously you snatched up your bag that had a cheesy volleyball sticker in nekomas colors with a big number '1' on it. Gifted by your yours truly, Tetsurou Kuroo aka rooster bf. A small nickname you gave him in your guys' first year.

You chuckled at your own humor as you bumped into someone the way out of your classroom.

"Ah-!" You failed to finish your small mental comedy show as your overly tall boyfriend encased you in a nearly bone crushing hug. Lovingly of course.

Your not so obvious erection slightly catching contact on his muscular thigh. "You scared me tetsu- Come on lets go." You grab hold of the mans hand in dire need to fix your lower situation, pronto. One think you hated about your boyfriend was how much of a tease he so unashamedly was.

You both agreed, over text to leave early to do it after class since he didn't have practice today.

"What's the rush doll ? You were just teasing me with that I wanna ride you BS over the phone." He snickered. Face automatically bloomed red as you scoffed in face. Pushy bastard he is.

"Yeah yeah. Come on before people see-" And before you knew it. Your boyfriend took one glace down south to notice you weren't lying. Your small cock pressing up against the unformed pants.

'Cute how eager he is~' he mentally mused.

He took this opportunity to just drag you to an already emptied classroom. The school seemed to empty out earlier on Fridays, you thought. Slowly coming back to your own senses you see just how peckish he really was. Air thickening. Your noticable shudders of arousal not going unnoticed.

"God,, I need you right now." No other words were conversed between you two as he eagerly ripped and tugged the cloth off your smaller frame. Canines slightly nipping at now heated skin and grabbing wherever his hands could easily roam. Sloppy kisses to your neck making you gasp and make your penis twitch in gratitude.

"Please tetsu.. I want it badly~" You moaned wantonly as he was gripping some belly fat lovingly. Tetsurou grinned as if he was a wolf in the night howling at the moon.

Grabbing a nearby chair, after he let you go with a small peck to your nose he sat down and shrugged off his trousers. Hard organ slapping on his lean stomach. The sight making you purr in the presence of this 'wolf'

'I can't wait to fucking ride him..'

The sight of his cock made you rub your legs together eagerly. A small "Hm..~" erupting from your throat. Oh god did it not only have girth and a red bulge of its head – His length and overall cock had been mesmerized in your small pink hole.

"Wanna ride you Tetsu.." you mewled already palming the hard on in your now very tight pants.

He pulled you closer and gripped your chin to make you look at him as he stroked his cock teasingly, "Wanna ride me dry and see if you can come undone or vise verse but you blow me ? Which is it sweetheart ?" Darting dark eyes your way as he audibly purred. Kind to not so kind kisses being placed to your collarbone making you shiver as his cold lips met your hot skin.

New hickies you never minded showing off, just as much as he never minded giving you to show off.

The choices were hanging heavy on your tongue, now realizing his question. Almost obediently, in one swift motion you got down your knees willingly let him unravel you with his slim eyes.

"Such a lucky ass man I am~"

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

"You gonna blow me my pretty Y/N ?" He said stroking your cheek as if you were the most rarest diamond from his thief heist. To him you were not only rare, but valuable beyond his mind.

Grasping hold of his member you lick up his shaft kissing here and there. Making quick work to get to the main course.

Tetsurou smiled. His pretty boy serving his cock like it was something holy. Before he knew it you started gulping down his length. Slobber dribbling at the creases of your mouth. Pretty eyes of yours making their ways to your rooster headed lover.

"Fuck-! Baby I'ma fuckin' cum-" He groaned, head flying backward as you got off hearing him announce he was gonna shoot down your throat. Swallowing every. Single. Drop.

"Shit.. You gonna take daddies cum baby ? Yeah ? Where you want it ? Tell me babes." He was tapping his cock against your now plump and messy lips as he stroked himself off to your filthy face. Fuck, he was using your face for his own pleasure. You wanted him to know how much you enjoyed this.

"Mm- I want it in my mouth!~ please stick your cock deep down my throat daddy!~" You whined pathetically stroking your own leaking cock and using your own arousal for lube. The lewd squlching noises invading your ears.

He snorted at your poor attempts at getting yourself off and opened your jaw enough to shove all the way in down your throat. Tears prickling and threatening to fall down your face. You let out small gags leading to moans from the action as he shot down your throat. You swallowed his seed successfully, sticking out your tongue to show you did.

"Such a pretty boy.. Fuck such pretty boy." Tetsurou praised as he wiped the tears you ignored from your puffy eyes. Also unnoticing the ringing one of your phones was doing. You didn't care though. "We ain't done yet though. Get your sweet ass up here my prince." You joyfully obliged as he helped you off your knees seeing they were red. He started rubbing small circles and kissing your bare shoulders. A way of saying sorry for making you be on yourknees for so long.

'So caring~' You groggily giggled to yourself due to your throat being slightly sore from your guys' previous actions. Damn he was rough this time. Does being found out really get him this riled up ?

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's wrong ? Did a do something silly ?" He wore his signature smirk. The one you loved and hated. A calming and goofy aura being replaced with the once heated lustful one. All you could do was giggle again and cup his face in the moment. Just enjoying him.

"You're just so caring with me and I love you for moments like these." You confessed. Heart beating erratically as he chuckled kissing your nose.

"I know. I'm a big ass softy for my boyfriend believe it or not." You rolled your eyes jokingly. You loved this man, but you also loved his cock which by the way, still hasn't gone soft yet.

Turning around in his lap you wrapped your arms and legs around his form as you whispered alluringly. "Let me do the work cuz my dick is aching now and I needa cum stupid bad." You smiled devilishly. He once again for the umpteenth time, chuckled at your words and throwing his hands up.

"No hands my prince. No hands." You nodded. Knowing full well he would lose it half way of your quote unquote dominance.

You slowly and steadily began inserting his member inside. God, the stretch you fucking waited for was heavenly. Making it all the more nearly impossible to not close your eyes in delight.

Sucking through his teeth your boyfriend let out a long "Fuuuck..~" as groaned instinctively grasping onto your hips. On a loose thread of keeping his promise of letting you in control.

"God, you're so fucking- huge-! Testu~" You whined already grinding the rest of length into your now gaping hole. The feeling all too familiar to your body. Soon beginning to bounce up and down with pure greed. Not giving the slightest flying fuck if someone were to see you through the small class window as you were rolling your eyes back in ecstasy like a expert porn star.

"You- You're so fucking tight.. Ugh- fuck I love it !~" He moaned out aggressively as your bouncing only quickened at his words slapping sounds got louder. "Who's fucking cock are you riding Y/N ?" He growled and huffed bear your neck. His breath tickling the hairs in the area.

Noticing he didn't get any answer to his no rhetorical question, Tesurou slapped your ass harshly leaving a delicious itchy feeling rupture in the spot his heavy hand slammed on. You lost it as an almost unbearable amount of pre ran down your cock.

"You- Ah!~ Fuck it's you Testu!~ Your cock- Ah-!~ is hitting me in all the right places oh my fucking god!-" You shrieked small little tears making their way down your ruined face.

'This slut is really egging me the fuck on today~' Tetsurou mentally grinned.

Not only did he like the words coming out of your mouth, but he lived for those damn tears of diamond racing out the corners of your eyes. "

"Fuck it. I'm pounding the shit out of this ass." He mumbled to himself as he snatched you off of his body as if it was completely nothing and pressed you forward on a desk, your perky nipples grazing the cold school furniture.

He took a second to adjust his angle until ramming into your prostate directly dead on as you let out a high pitched warble. Anyone could mistake your voice for a females out of context. "Fuck-! fuck- MM— FUCK YES~" you moaned as your cock swung heavily in between your legs as Tetsurou began deep stroking every corner inside you. The feelings making your mind go numb.

"Baby boy I'm finna blow my load~ Who the fuck is fucking your shit up right ? Huh ?~" Testu's snarled in your ear. Snatching you up by your neck up to his sweaty hard chest. Your bodies creating an almost unbearable heat between you both.

You whined in a needy voice as the feeling of your prostate getting hammered repeatedly. "YOU DADDY~ YOU YOU YOU~!!! GOD LEMME CUM FUUUCK—" His grip on your neck did not falter as his pace only got faster. Quickly gripping your slick penis and jerked you off all the while placing delectable light kisses around your bruised neck and shoulders. You were nearly seeing stars with overstimulation and his contrast of touch.

"That's exactly what I like to hear my amazing boy~" Tetsurou hips stuttered as you came hard, your eyes rolling back and drool sliding down your jaw. Coming straight after your release he gave one last deep push cumming deep down in your tight little ass. "Fuck babe..- Fuck-" He panted smiling lazily, grip already faltering around your neck. He never would forgive himself if he accidentally choked you to death.

Since you guys literally just fucked in a classroom, aftercare had to be done differently. Slowly laying his head on your shoulder, rubbing your hips and doing anything to ease any after pain off your body. Maybe you'll let him try out a cream he uses on himself after volleyball. Eases the joints and moisturizes your body.

Such a loving boyfriend you bad.

"I love you so damn stinkn' much Y/N.. God I'm so fucking lucky I swear." You chuckled, 'cause he always seemed to be so emotional after you guys had sex. You thought it was cute coming from him. "Let's get out of here cuz' we already stayed here for half an hour." You stated pushing the tall male off your body, much to his unpleasant dismay. He only hummed in response.

"Your house or mine ?" He questioned after pulling up his pants and tugging his extra volleyball shirt on. You stretched while yawning a bit. Sex is tiring.

"Yours. My parents will automatically smell the sex on me and no cologne can cover that." Giggling softly at your statement your boyfriend nodding in a agreement.

"Let's just hope they dont find out we once fucked in your living room-" You glared at him as he stopped, snickering at how cute his boyfriend looked after being roughed up.

"Let's go so we can cuddle now please." You softly pleaded as you tugged his shirt tiredly. You know the first thing you were gonna do when you got to his house was instantly plop smack on his oversized bed.

"Let's go my prince."

Bees are pretty..

Zenna, no.

#male reader #hq kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #x reader #haikyuu smut #smut #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you

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hihellogoodbyebruh · 3 years

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I Know What You’re Thinking, You’re On My Mind (You’re Right)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Angel are in love and these are different moments in the span of their relationship.

Warning(s): Just a lot of fluffy goodness....okay some angst (it’s me lol) but mostly fluff

Word count: 2,526

AN: This is kind of a songfic, but also not really? I think of it as a bunch of drabbles loosely connected by random parts of a song. Song title and inspo from Come Close by Common ft. Mary J. Blige. The sweetest little fic I’ve ever written. Fat Black girls deserve to be loved loudly. This is for us. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

Smile, happiness, you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole, being is beautiful I'ma do the best I can do Cause I'm my best when I'm with you

The sound of a domino being slammed on the table caused several other park goers to turn their heads and see a striking woman jumping out of her seat.

“That’s domino bitches! Y’all really thought you could beat me in dominoes? Shoulda checked my credentials mofos!” Y/N shouted, a huge smile on her face as she talked shit.

The guys around the table all groaned and huffed as she celebrated her win. Coco swore up and down that he would be the winner and Gilly was just as sure that he would be the one. EZ just wanted to play and Angel kept his mouth shut knowing his girl had been playing dominoes with her father and uncles practically all her life.

“Whatever, Y/N. You not seeing me in poker.” Coco grumbled, though he was fighting to keep a smile off his face. He was impressed.

“Well this aint poker is it? Run me my money.” She replied, rubbing her fingers together before holding out her hand.

The men all pulled out their wallets and placed the correct amount of money into Y/N’s hands. She grinned as she fanned herself with the money before draping her body across the smirking Angel’s lap.

“Oh hey there sexy. If you’re nice I might buy you something with this considerable fortune I just won.” Y/N winked.

“You my sugar mama now?” Angel teasingly asked.

“I do taste sweet so I think I fit the description.”

“Damn right you do.” He smirked, before leaning down to kiss Y/N’s lips.

Santo Padre’s mayor, Antonia Pena, had put together a community fair to help raise money for the town and uplift spirits. It was also a great way for local businesses to showcase what they have to offer. Services and items were put into a raffle that everyone who attended the event got entered into. Y/N even managed to convince Felipe to have a little booth to show off his fine cuts of meat and how they could best be used in meals.

Angel was so in awe of her. She managed to pull even his grumpy ass father out of the house and she was constantly a source of light in his life. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he knew he never wanted to let her go. He loved her more than anything and he knew she felt the same about him. She never doubted him or made him feel inadequate. She understood even the ugly parts of him. Didn’t excuse or condone his behavior, but she understood it and always reassured him that she knew he could do better.

“Whatchu staring at?” She asked, after the kiss ended and he kept his intense gaze on her.

“My whole world.” He answered honestly and she felt herself get a little emotional.

“If you make me cry in public, I will hurt you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replied, nipping at her shoulder and making her grin.

I know in the past, love Has been sort of hard on you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit

Neither of them had the best track record when it came to relationships. Angel had an awful habit of doing things without thinking about the consequences of his actions. Impulsive isn’t a strong enough word to describe how he is. He runs on emotion a lot of the time. It frustrates Y/N to no end. She doesn’t operate like that. She rarely if ever acts on impulse. She thinks too much. Worries too much about how people will react to her and her actions. Her hesitance to engage in things before she’s run every possible scenario through her head makes Angel want to pull his hair out. He hates seeing her unsure of herself. He makes it his mission to help her just get lost in the moment sometimes. And she tries her hardest to slow him down and make him think more on things before he acts.

His lifestyle also guaranteed their love won’t always be sunshine and roses. The first time Angel got hurt Y/N thought she was going to pass out. The level of panic and fear she felt almost took her down. When she finally got to see him in the hospital bed, she burst into tears. Once he was healed, she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. The one time Y/N was verbally and physically accosted in front of Angel, he almost shot someone right in front of her. The need to protect her almost overrode his need to keep her away from the more violent side of himself.

The silence was deafening. Neither one was ready to take the first step and speak. The whole ride back home, Y/N never said a word. Not when Angel was getting chewed out by Bishop or when several people practically gawked at her even as they tried to make it seem like they weren’t. She was silent as she went through her nightly routine and prepared for bed.

It was as she sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to slide under the covers that Angel finally snapped.

“You’re really not gonna fucking say anything?” He practically growled at her, glaring at her from where he stood at the foot of the bed. He had on his usual sleepwear of a tank top and sweats.

She sighed, “What do you want me to say Angel?”

“Anything. Cuss me out, kiss me, or I don’t know, maybe thank me?” He suggested, sarcasm in his voice at the last part because he was clearly exasperated.

She cut her eyes at him fiercely. “Thank you? You want me to thank you?”

“Yes.” He stubbornly confirmed.

She shot up from the bed and spun to face him full on. She had never been so mad at him. “Thank you Angel for causing a bigger scene. Thank you Angel for almost igniting a war between two gangs over one stupid joke. Thank you for putting yourself in harm's way and almost giving me a heart attack. Thank you so much Angel.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. It wasn’t just a stupid joke. You think I care so little about you that I wouldn’t fuck someone up for you?”

“I’ve heard way worse..” She argued, so used to minimizing her pain. Her dismissal of the incident as something trivial made him even more pissed.

“I don’t give a damn what you heard. Aint nobody gonna disrespect you in front of me and think I’m just gonna let that shit slide.”

“You could have killed him.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.” He exploded, making her freeze and stare at him with her mouth slightly open. “You’re mine. I don’t know what kinda cowards you been dealing with before, but I don’t play that shit. There is no joking when it comes to you. Not from some hijo de puta who has the audacity to put his hands on you. He’s lucky the only thing I did was bust him in the head with my pistol.”

“Angel…..” She sighed, her eyes closing as she took in his words. She understood his point but was still uncomfortable with the methods.

He walked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers. He spoke only after she opened her eyes, “You can be mad. I already know you are, but I’m not apologizing for protecting you.”

She had to get used to being loved and protected so adamantly by someone. So often left to comfort herself and bury her hurt, it took her a while to accept Angel’s form of protection. A part of her kept her guard up waiting for him to turn it against her, but that day never came. Any violent outbursts he had in her presence were never directed at her and so she found herself trusting him whole-heartedly. Her love for him deepened as time moved forward.

You helped me to discover me I just want you to put trust in me

Y/N loved Pops and she enjoyed the family dinners with him and EZ, but she knew he was not the perfect father. He made mistakes and Angel still hasn’t completely dealt with the issues the mistakes left him with. Everything just got buried. She knew when he was starting to feel inadequate or like he didn’t deserve her because he would become even more clingy. He was already very affectionate with her, always having a hand on her back and kissing her head. She loved how open he was, but when he was going through it the touches would have a desperate edge to them. Like he was trying to prove something.

A new episode of Joseline’s Cabaret played on the tv showing off the Puerto Rican Princess’ latest antics. Y/N had on sweats and a tank top as she laid on your back and giggled at the fight on her screen. She doesn't know why she watches that show, but it was entertaining.

Her front door opened and in walked the man she’d been seeing for a year now.

“What did I tell you about leaving this door unlocked?”

“I knew you were coming over so why would I lock it?” She argued, tilting her head back to watch Angel toe off his shoes and take off his kutte.

“You’re so hard headed.” He slapped the outside of her thigh and leaned in for a kiss before lying in between her legs. His head rested on her stomach and her hands immediately began running through his hair. His hands ran over her thighs as he buried his face in her belly and just breathed her in.

“You walked right in so obviously I was right.” Her hands moved from his hair to slide down his back, feeling for any new bruises. “How was your day? Do I gotta kick someone’s ass for messing with my man?” She asked, a teasing tone to her words even though she was kinda being serious.

“I’m all good, mi dulce.” He responded, already knowing her touches were to comfort him but also give herself some peace of mind that he was with her and he was still whole.

It was quiet for a moment before Angel propped his chin on her belly and looked at her. She brought her attention from the television to him. There was a gentle look in his eyes, full of love but also a vulnerability that made her heart clench.

“You love me right?” He gripped her hips tightly as he searched her eyes for the truth in her words.

Her eyes widened at his question. “Of cour-”

He interrupted her. “Because I love you so damn much, querida. I know I’m not easy, but I try to be better for you.”

“Angel…” Her hand gently caressed his cheek as she softly smiled at him. “You are my favorite person in this whole world. You love me like no other and I’ll always love you. Never forget that. And when you do, I’ll be here to remind you.” She leaned forward to kiss his lips and felt his grip on her hips loosen.

The two shared loving kisses for several minutes before he pulled away and kissed her stomach before laying his head back down. His attention finally focused on the television. “What the fuck are you watching?”

She was unable to contain her giggles.

I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me

“Oh, is that funny? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not at all gorgeous.” His words and his facial expression did not match.

“Then why are you smirking? I’m as serious as a heart attack. If you miss the ceremony where I’m awarded for my work, we’re gonna have some big problems Reyes.” She threatened, not letting that smirk get to her as it usually did. The club pulled him away a lot but some things she just needed him present for.

“Mmhm…how big?” He asked, still joking around.

“Angel!” She admonished, striking out to punch him in the stomach and making him grunt.

“You know I love when you scream my name. Sexy as fuck.” He growled, before playfully tackling her to the bed. She finally laughed as he kissed and nipped at her neck. He pulled back to look down in her eyes. “Hey, come hell or high water Imma be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

The smile she flashed him was bright enough to light the darkest of nights.

I'm tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name

Dabbing her eyes with a napkin, Y/N smiled as Angel and EZ shared a heartfelt hug after the best man speech. She knew EZ’s speech would be beautiful and she thanked him for his kind words.

“You’re my sister for real now.” He responded, making her wanna cry again but she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Angel pulled her into a side hug.

“First dance time.” He whispered in her ear, taking her hand and leading her out to the dance floor.

“How does it feel to be Y/N Reyes?” Angel asked, his eyes taking her in. She looked so magnificent in her wedding dress. He wanted to rip it off, but also he couldn’t take his eyes off how good she looked in it. If he shed some tears when she walked down that aisle, who could blame him?

“It feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’m so beyond honored to be Mrs. Angel Reyes.” She responded, her eyes filling with happy tears but she refused to let them fall. She just felt so overwhelmed with happiness. Even though he’d long gotten rid of the jacket, she loved that he actually wore a suit. He hardly ever wore one and it was a damn shame. He looked so delicious she couldn’t wait for them to get back home.

Y/N found herself really taking the moment in. Their family and friends watched them with huge smiles on their faces. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Angel for long as he held her in his arms, his hands always making her feel safe. This was her life and he was her future.

Her eyes twinkled as she asked him, “Ready for forever?”

Come close to me, baby (Yeah, love) Let your love hold you (Let me hold you tonight, babe) I know this world is crazy (It gets crazy, but I'll be right here) What's it without you? (We gon' make it, I love you, I love you, I love you)

#angel reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #black!reader #plus size reader #angel reyes x black!plus size!reader #hhgbyebruh fics #i know what you're thinking you're on my mind

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apollo-writes-random-shit · 4 years

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The Final Heist

Final part fam!

Read it on AO3!

Word Count: 2,894

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (You’re here fam!)

She should have known something was up when Gavin kept staring at the jewels room.

Ignoring all the chaos in the dining hall, curtains parted a familiar face standing in front of the microphone in front of the small band. At first, her face fell as she saw everything going on, spotting a server being chased and tracked by the police. She should have known something was up when Gavin kept staring at the jewels room. In her mind, Gavin never suited the young man. Shaking her head, she opened her mouth and began to sing a favourite of the patrons.

Sometimes when I, wanna run away and hide.

Race grinned, hearing the soft cry of frustration as Sean lost him. He was sure anyone else would slow down to blend in more. After all, the cops were looking for someone who was running away but Race? He was smarter. Sure at the start, he'd been too cocky, letting himself slow down and blend in. He however quickly learnt that it was a bad move from both the police and Snyder.

When there's no one on my side, and all my pride had disappeared.

His experience as a thief had taught him a lot of skills, both good and bad. To others, being a thief was despicable in situations like his but honestly, he really didn't care. He loved the rush that came with his job. Yes, there were times where everything felt like it was crashing down and that he should run from the job but those moments were rare. At least that's what he liked to tell himself.

I take it off my mind and leave it all behind.

Race shook his thoughts from his mind as he spotted more of Sean's crew leaving. No doubt they were not just leaving the building to answer questions. They were also there to look out for him retreating with his prize. A smirk painted his face as he turned skidded towards a window, barely dodging Sean's hand, letting out a laugh as his fingers brushed against his jacket.

It was only then that Sean noticed where he was heading and he doubted the detective would try to follow him.

Nothin' left to do but try to take the leap and follow-through.

It wasn't the first he had jumped out of a window and he knew there was a chance that he might have to do it again. No matter the number of times he had to use a pane of glass to make his escape, he still wasn't used to the feeling of it shattering around his body.

And that's exactly what I'll do~

Had he meant to land on Sean's head? No. Did he? Yes. Was he going to apologize? Probably not. He certainly wasn't going to stick around. He had an important delivery, after all, one he could not afford to fuck up.

I know to you I don't seem very strong but I assure you before you can find me I'm gone.

Sean grunted as he stood up, already nursing a killing headache. He honestly didn't care that he had blacked out for a few seconds. Instead, he was more focused on catching up to the infamous thief. He'd yell at the person who had fired two warning shots later. In the chaos of attempted capture, no one noticed two men slipping away.

So come on and catch me you've still got a chance...But not for long~

His heart fell slightly as he stood in the door of the casino. There were multiple ways Racetrack could escape...Too many. "Same teams as last time! Remember his tricks and do your best to block off any place you believe he can use as an escape!"

He took off, hearing his trusted colleague and friends fan-out to look for their target. They all knew there was a high chance he could escape like always but they hoped that tonight would be the night. They were all sick of this game of cat and mouse but mostly, they were sick of Sean's obsession with the elusive thief. Sure they all wanted the cocky bastard behind bars but at times, they felt like that goal ruled Sean's life.

I'll be rollin' place to place, won't stop till I win the race!

Even Sean himself could admit that he wanted nothing more than to catch Racetrack and lock him away before moving on to other cases though he doubted he'd find any as interesting as the current case.

Although I may have crossed the line.

He knew he'd win eventually. Race may be the fastest person he has ever seen but even he had to slow down and finish at some point.

No time to waste on you.

Race hummed as he skated along, holding back laughter, hearing his competition ask questions to random patrons. Humming softly under his breath, he calmly hit a slot machine. After all, even grandmas needed a big win sometimes.

Idly, he pulled out the diamond, inspecting it for a few seconds. However, the second his back hit another one, he instantly regretted his action, watching with horror as it flew across the room.

I don't plan on slowing down, no I'll keep on going even if you think I'm in the wrong

He swallowed, ignoring the offended cry from behind him as he crossed the room, clumsily launching himself onto the pool table. "Come on you piece of shit." He bit his lip, holding back a cry of frustration as it slipped through his fingers yet again.

Just know that, although I may not think everything though I don't take back what I say or regret what I do.

He found himself unable to hold back a small cry of triumph as he caught it, even though he had hit the ground face first.

Race clambered to his feet, wincing slightly as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He sighed softly, shoving it back into it's hiding place before staring at the man in front of him, giving him a weak grin. "Well hey, Jackie boy. If you don't mind, I'ma just...Leave? Have a good night Sir!" Was he surprised at a hand tightly grabbing his collar? No. Was he surprised to be shoved into the wall? Also no.

He tuned out the normal Miranda rights speech all police gave, paying more attention to the light wind ruffling his hair. Yeah, he knew he had the right to stay silent or whatever but where was the fun in that? "Look. I get this is ya job and shit but eh. I don't have time for this." With a grin, he grabbed the curtain, using it as a cover as he jumped out of the window, ignoring the curses coming from behind him.

I know that some stay in line and they stick to the plan, but if you leave it to me I'll do whatever I can 'cause I know that's what I'm here for.

He was grateful for the short distance between the window and ledge. Knowing that the small team would have alerted the others to his trick, he took off running. He may be stupid at times but no way was he going to use his skates on such a narrow landing. The thief silently praised himself on his quick thinking as he found himself almost tumbling off the edge. A sharp turn later and he found himself jumping from letter to letter, thanking Pulizer for having such a large sign.

In the split second he took to come to a stop so he could catch his breath, his ears were filled with both an annoying and familiar tune. The whirring of helicopter blades and a voice coming from behind the blinding light. "Hand yourself in Racetrack! It's over."

A smirk overtook his face. "Can't hand myself over to you when I can't see you!"

"Oh for god's sake. Turn the light down Wiesel!" With a groan, Sean turned back to the smug thief. "There. Happy Mr Drama Queen? Now just hand yourself and the diamond over. It's not that hard."

"Not very professional are you Spot?" Race always liked the way he could annoy his rival with a few words.

I don't wanna wait around anymore, even if you can't see.

He pulled the diamond out of his jacket, flashing the annoyed detective an innocent look. "Do you mean this diamond?" A laugh escaped him as he stared at Sean's blank look. "Alright alright. Here." He hummed, holding it out. Sure this wasn't part of the original plan but he was used to thinking on his feet.

The good inside me...

The second Sean's hand touched the top of his stolen good, he slapped his hand over it, laughing yet again as he used his arm to swing across the gap between The World casino and the building next door. "Thanks for the hand Spot!"

The frustrated swear from his opponent was music to his ears. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light in the alleyway. He took a few moments to pull out a stashed briefcase, yet another step to the conclusion of his final plan.

A smirk graced his face as he jumped down, unable to hold back a chuckle as the two figures waiting for him. "Hello, boys~"

The smirk just widened as the pair spun around, posed for a fight. "So. Shall we get going?"

"First things first. Hand over the briefcase kid. We gotta check you have what you promised."

"Awwwww. Don't you trust me, Morris? I have the briefcase right here so naturally, I have what I promised."

Oscar huffed. "How do we know it's not empty? Open it and show us or we'll hand you over~"

"Oh, I don't think you will."

"Why not?"

The two brothers tensed as the thief pulled out a gun, grin wiped from his face, replaced with a schooled blank expression, his posture bored. "Listen here, boys. I'm not really in the mood to play around tonight. This job is important and all you have to do is drive me to the bridge. Remember, your dear ol' uncle is in tremendous debt and just because the boss is behind bars doesn't mean it's completely automatically cleared...Now. Get in the car and start driving." Race flicked the gun towards the car watching smugly as the two scrambled to get into the ute that was going to be used as his getaway vehicle.

They didn't need to know that the weapon was empty. He never liked the idea of spilling blood. The idea of snatching someone's life from them sickened him but he knew he didn't have a say in it. Sure he was Snyder's prized thief but he had morals. He wasn't like the other members of the gang. To him, human life meant something, no matter who's life it was. Yes, he had been told to get away and if needed, to kill his enemy but Race was never going to have blood on his hands. He would rather die himself instead of ruining the lives of people's loved ones. As far as he knew, he had never landed anyone in hospital and he always made sure it'd stay that way, even if it meant being yelled at by his boss.

I don't have the time to tell you why I do the things that I do.

The ride was silent, allowing Race to take a breather as he removed the wig he had been wearing all night. As fun as it was to 'dress-up' as Snyder used to call it, he found it better when he was allowed to be 'natural'. He allowed the wind to mess with his hair as he removed his contacts, putting them away happily. He wasn't the biggest fan of them, no matter how helpful they were...Mostly because he still poked himself in the eye a lot when he was putting them in and taking them out like an utter moron.

He smiled softly at the diamond in his hand. Soon this would all be over and he could relax in the first time in years. Sure he'd miss the rush he got from outsmarting the police but it would still be better than scanning the streets each time he decided to take a walk.

Before he knew it, the Brooklyn bridge was rolling under the wheels of his transport and with a soft smile, he tucked the diamond away, knocking softly on the window. "This is my stop boys! Money's in the back so keep driving until you get a chance to see it." The wanted man carefully jumped out from the ute tray, allowing himself to just roll as he stared at the view offered to him, ignoring as the car turned around to return to The World. He grinned to himself, wishing he could see the looks on the Delancey brothers' faces as they opened their 'payment'. After all, it had taken him a while to get enough Monopoly cash to fill the briefcase.

Just please hold on and soon you'll see that I'm not the villain I appear to be.

Shaking his head, he hummed to himself as he stared off at the police blockade in front of him, an annoyed police force staring at him. No one seemed more pissed-off than Sean 'Spot' Colon. The sight of everything just filled Race with joy. Now came the fun part.

Diamond clutched in hand, Race did what he did best and sped towards them, keeping an eye on each person in front of him, trying to guess the move they'd make before it even entered their mind.

Movin' along, no I won't settle down until I'm locked behind bars or I'm kicked outta town!

He managed to hold back a gasp as Sean attempted to hit him with his baton at his head before attempting to grab him. (Honestly who aimed for the head? What was he trying to do? Hit him in the temple and kill him?) While he was able to hold back the gasp, he couldn't stop the soft squeak escaping his lips as a bullet grazed his cheek. Like he gets it. They had to arrest him and if that involved shooting at him to force him off balance then they could do it. Still, being shot at was never a fun feeling.

"Jeez, Jojo. You'd think you'd know not to shoot at me by now but apparently not."

So you can keep on a runnin' around and around and around.

He winked at the flustered man as he stuttered out an apology before pausing. "Wait...Why the hell am I apologizing to you?"

"Because I'm just amazing like that~"

With a hum, he skidded to a stop by the railing, holding the diamond over the edge, watching as Sean threw his arms out. "Alright Race. Just hand the diamond over and hand yourself in."

"Dunno guys. That doesn't sound like fun but I guess I can be nice."

But you will never quite catch up to me!

He saw the way some of their eyes lit up in satisfaction but he saw the suspicion in Sean's eyes. With a hum, Race tossed the diamond over to his rival before launching himself over the group, laughing at the confused noises of the group. How none of them noticed him removing the top of the diamond right in front of him, he had no idea.

And I know you think I'm crazy.

Using their brief confusion, he pushed himself on, ignoring the footsteps chasing him, the calls for him to stop falling on deaf ears. Tucking away the real stolen good, Race jumped towards the gently swaying rope, allowing it to wrap around his wrist.

"See you around!" He blew a kiss to the frustrated group before pulling himself further up the rope, grinning as he popped his head into the helicopter's open door. "Money's with ya nephews Weasel~ See you around!"

He allowed himself to jump down onto the support beam, wincing ever so slightly at the feeling of cold steel against his body, his uniform doing little to protect him.

But I hope that maybe now you'll see why...

He took a deep breath and jumped to his feet. Pulling the small ball out of his pocket, he threw it into the air as hard, praying that his throw would be strong enough. He was a runner after all and rarely had to throw things in his job.

His eyes lit up with both joy and relief as the bomb exploded far in the sky, decorating the sky with a firework. Even the feeling of being shoved roughly to the platform couldn't take the relief away. He couldn't be bothered to question how they had even gotten up to the platform.

"You're under arrest Racetrack. You have the ri-"

Race chuckled, cutting Sean off. "To stay silent. I get it. It's been three years Colon. I'd say it's been long enough for us to be friends ya know? Besides, I think you just got rid of the fella known as Racetrack~ Can we move this along? It's cold out."

"You're being arrested...And your complaining about the temperature?"

"Looks like your ears work DaSilva! Anyway, I guess I should congratulate you all for this huh?"

"God, you're annoying."

All Sean and his team got as a reply was tired joyful laughter.

I had to try!

#newsies #race higgins #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #albert dasilva #snyder the spider #snyder #Morris Delancey #Oscar Delancey #wiesel newsies #weasel #jojo newsies #jack kelly

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anninhiliation · 5 years

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Motivation

Anon: Could you do a Joel X Fem!Reader fanfic based on Motivation by Normani? (idk if you’ve heard it but it gives me big “Fucking a Virgin” vibes and I always think of baby hoel)

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! You can check the song here

(This was half the reason why I asked this, by the way, the other half is yet to come)

Side note: for the youngins not in college yet no one asks if you want to dance anymore usually you're just grabbed and you either go with it or ya don't ksfdfsd

Masterlist Requests Close Nov 10

I'ma break you off, let me be your motivation

To stay and give it tonight

And, baby, turn around, let me give you innovation, hey

'Cause I do it so right

In just a crop top, shorts and fishnets I provocatively walked into what was probably supposed to be the dining room, as the bass shook the bones of the house. I held a red solo cup half-filled with jungle juice as I swayed to the dance floor. I let the beat of the music take over my body feeling the freedom of the alcohol run through my veins. As I danced with some friends a handsome guy with dark curls and olive skin caught my eye. He was awkwardly dancing by himself, swaying side to side and drinking from a beer can. He looked like a lost puppy in a crowded city and I just had to get to know him.

You got that good good, baby, don't you?

Got that good good, baby, don't you?

But you leavin' solo

Ain't regular, that ain't regular

I ain't gon' keep, keep fightin' for it

Ain't gon' keep, keep fightin' for it

'Cause you know this thing here

Ain't regular, that ain't regular

“Hey” I slurred as I approached him gaining his attention

His brown eyes locked with my (e/c) eyes as a small smile formed around his plump lips.

“Hey I'm Joel” He replied

“Y/N” I purred as I draped my arms around his neck and swayed to the music

I spun around and grinded on him pressing my ass firmly on him. My hands shot back feeling his toned chest, as I slithered down his body. The alcohol possessed my body as I slithered back up and met him face to face. Our lips were barely touching as I felt his warm minty breath hit my red lips. I closed the gap, locking my hands in his curls as he held my waist.

“Follow me” I whispered in his ear as I tugged on his lobe

I spun back around and held his soft hand as I dragged him off the dance floor and up the stairs.

Fallin' into the bed

Why would we ever do somethin' instead of

Fallin' into the bed right now? Yeah

I opened a random bedroom and shoved him to the bed as I locked the door. He sat at the edge of the bed as I seductively sauntered towards him. Joel had a nervous vibe to his body language as I crawled onto his lap. I hung my arms over his shoulders crossing my wrists behind his neck as I slammed my lips against his. Joel held onto my waist as I grinded my throbbing core against his hardening member. My smudged lipstick moved over to his neck as I searched for his sweet spot. Joel let out a moan as I marked under his ear. My hands tugged on the hem of his shirt until he let out a “wait” between his moans. I stopped dead in my tracks, pulling away and looking at him in the eye.

“Is everything okay?” I fuddled

“I’ve never done this before” He almost inaudibly whispered

“Do you want me to stop then?” I asked

“No it felt good but I don’t really know what I’m doing” He confessed

“Let me teach you” I smiled as I went back to his neck

I'ma break you off, let me be your motivation

To stay and give it tonight

And, baby, turn around, let me give you innovation

Hey, 'cause I do it so right

Think about it, ooh, I think about it

Think about it, ooh, take a look at me now

Hey, a little motivation, alright

I tugged again on the hem of this tee shirt and helped him pull it off. My lips trailed down to his shoulder and stopping at his collar bone, looking for another sweet spot. Once he let out another boyish moan I marked it. My hands feathered his abs as my lips trailed furter down his body until I was on my knees at the edge of the bed. I palmed his erection over his jeans as he grabbed my arms and lifted me up. I looked at him confused as he kissed my neck.

“Let me try to make you feel good.” He mumbled between the kisses

You got a bad one, baby, don't you?

Got a bad one, baby, don't you

And we both know there's no

One better, boy, no one better, boy

He spun me around and plopped me to the bed. His sudden dominance sent a wave of heat to my entrance as he hovered over me and kissed my exposed flesh. He pulled my crop top off exposing my bare chest. Grabbing my hardened buds Joel encircled his tongue around them while massaging the other. I tugged on his curly locks as he kissed the valley of my breasts and stopped where my fishnets started. He unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down slowly. He looked up at me like a lost puppy at this point, which made me smile.

“Let me direct you” I purred

Too late, won't make it, I'ma tell 'em (Yeah)

Get you naked, but I won't tell 'em (Woo)

'Cause you know that there's no

One better, boy, no one better, boy

“Oh fuck!” I moaned out tugging on Joels locks as he got the hang of eating me out very quickly.

My fishnets were ripped open giving him easier access to my wet folds as he drew figure eights against my nub and kitten licked my excess juices.

“Joel just fuck me!” I whimpered as my walls begged for more.

He took of his jeans and unrolled a condom we took from the nightstand. Joel aligned himself with me grabbing my leg and throwing it over his shoulder. His wrapped tip poked my hole as he slowly buried himself between my folds.

Fallin' into the bed

Why would we ever do somethin' instead of

Fallin' into the bed right now?

Eh, right now, now

I'ma break you off, let me be your motivation

To stay and give it tonight (And give it tonight)

And, baby, turn around, let me give you innovation

Hey, 'cause I do it so right

We switched positions so Joel was on his back as I took control. His hands stayed on my waist not really knowing where to place them but, helping me go as fast as possible. I bounced up and down creating a fast pace as Joel turned into a moaning mess underneath me. I moved my hips a bit until his tip hit my g-spot.

“Fuck Joel” I moaned out as I found the right angle.

The sounds of our moans and smacking flesh took over the room as we both chased our highs. I felt Joel twitch inside me nearing his first release of the night.

Think about it, ooh, I think about it

Think about it, ooh, take a look at me now

Hey, a little motivation, alright

Hey, oh

A little motivation

I'ma break you off, let me be your motivation

To stay and give it tonight

And, baby, turn around, let me give you innovation

Hey, 'cause I do it so right

Think about it, ooh, I think about it

Think about it, ooh, take a look at me now (ooh)

Hey, a little motivation, alright

“Joel cum for me” I huffed between the moans as my high was fast approaching

His head tilted back with a string of curses leaving his plump lips as his warm liquid filled the condom. I hit my high after him, my walls pulsated around Joel’s girth as my eyes rolled back seeing white. Panting, I removed myself from him and peeled the condom off throwing it in the overflowing trash basket. I grabbed his length and licked up to the tip. I bobbed my head, relaxing my jaw sinking down further. Joel grabbed my hair forming it into a weird bun as I gagged around him. I moved up, gasping for air as I sucked on his balls. Joel lost all sense of words at this new sensation. I massaged his shaft a little more before sinking my head back down to his member. As I gagged around Joel once more I felt him pulsate around me. I moaned in satisfaction as he finally released his warm load in my mouth.

“Tasty” I purred after I swallowed everything

“Fuck that was amazing” Joel panted on the bed

There was a knock on the door as a strange voice roared on the other side

“You Joel bro we gotta go, Chris, is throwing up again.”

“Ah shit” He hissed as he handed his phone to me “add your number?” He asked as he bit his bottom lip

I smiled as I took the phone and added my number as Joel scrambled to put his clothes back on.

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mjihkaaaa · 4 years

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Transcript: “Randy Writes a Novel” by Randy Feltface

I have transcribed this hour-or-so-long comedy piece. if I put the transcript on tumblr, it might pop up in the search results of some poor sod wondering whether it’s a thing that exists. fAiR uSe DiScLaiMEr or something, I’m making no money off of this and am posting it out of the goodwill of my heart, and also I sat down for two hours to make the transcript so it’s probably work. /original date of transcription, not that it makes a difference: 2019-07-16 /link: you can find the actual piece yourself or buy the dvd like a good consumer

||[Beard guy] Hey Randy? Yeah mate? ||[Beard guy] Ready to do this? (exhale) Yup! ||[Announcer] Please, without further ado... Welcome to the stage... The purple one... Randy! (Applause) YEEES! HELLO! THANK YOU! LOOK AT YOU ALL, MMMH! This is so EXCITING! This is my favourite bit of the show, this bit; The expectation - You don't know what to expect, I don't know what to expect. I've got high hopes for you people. I think you're gonna be fantastic. Some of you may have never seen me before, there's probably a couple of you wondering what the fuck is going on right now - couple of people up the back probably regretting smoking that spliff before they came in... "... ... ... the fuck is that?" it's alright, just relax. Throughout the show I'm probably gonna walk from about here, over to here. Any further than that, it's gonna ruin the magic, alright? And, um, this is pretty much what it's gonna look like for the next fifty-fix-and-a-half minutes, so just adjust your eyeballs to this shit accordingly. Looks pretty good, we did my tech rehearsal today, and we set this lighting stand and was like that looks good, that's good, and Stu, my lighting guy back there, said "iS tHaT iT?" and I was like ehh... eh... no, Stu, we can turn on the lamp as well, like this ... (lamp turns on). Yes. So we did that just to justify Stu's certificate for... in fucking... theatre production. GIVE IT UP FOR STU! UP THE BACK! (Applause) Who's having an alcoholic beverage this evening? (wooing) Ah-WOOO! I don't drink anymore, I used to SLAM that SHIT into my FACE like a WEAPON but I quit ... and nothing really changed, you know, I didn't notice too many differences between being sober and being a drinker ... UNTIL ... the first time I got pulled over by a cop, and had to do a random breath test sober. Because my physcial and emi-seeonal reaction was exactly the same as it had always been when I was a drinker. Which was ... - "OOOOH fuck I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked" - "wind down your window please sir" - "IIIII'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked" - "one long breath into the bag sir" - "NAAAAAAAAAA I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm- (blow) I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked I'm fucked" - "... you're free to go mate" - !!! ... oh yeah, I am, and the sense euphoria I felt was the closest feeling I've had to being drunk since I quit drinking. To the point where I now drive around on friday and saturday nights, LOOKING for cops. And if I get pulled over, I pretend I'm drunk just to get an extra rush... AHHH! Seriously, if you ever get pulled over, and you're sober, pretend you're wasted. Oh, the BUZZ! It's like shelving nine pills at once, it's fucking sick. Seriously, the next time the cop's walking towards the car, just be like - - "ohh, shush everyone he's COMING! act normal he's comin- put it down! put it down, he's coming! shush he's comi-!! he's here!" - "... ... ... Wind down your window please, sir." - "yeah, I'ma do that, I'ma do that, I'M DOING IT! ... Ah, it's electric. The button's in the middle 'cuz it's electric." - "... ... ... Have you had anything to drink tonight, sir?" - "NOOO ossifer [officer] not on a tuesday" - "It's a friday-" - "NO friday either mate!" - "One long breath into the bag please, sir." - "yes I will, you fucking champion ... y'know, people say youse are cunts but I don't reckon youse are, PBRRTT (blow) - WOOO! hahaaa..." (Cop checks bag, shocked.) - "Uh... You're free to go." - "FUCK YEAH! BRRRRRRRRR MEEPMEEP" (Applause) I took it so far once, I got down to the station for a blood test - ahhahaAA, gets addictive when you get to that stage... I've got track marks, it's out of control! and laDIES AND GENTLEMEN - you're very close, aren't you. Hello! (Shriek) Um... The reason we're here is because, didididii, didididi-didii, I wrote a book! Yes! Woo! Yeah, you can clap, but I'm concerned that it might be a bit shit. I don't know. It's weird - this is it here - I'm not sure if it's any good 'cuz I think I'm too close to it, y'know, I can't tell anymore. I'm concerned that it might be, like, an ugly baby that I'm looking at through the eyes of a loving mother? And it's not until I take it out for a walk in its little pram and people start screaming in horror and crossing the street to avoid me that I'll realize I've made a piece of shit baby? There's nothing worse than a piece of shit baby, is there... - "Ah, who's this little guy- WAUGH YOUR BABY'S A PIECE OF SHIT!" - "God... damn it..." But do I need to be told it's good to know that it's good? You know, that's how it goes with comedy; If I come up here and tell a shit joke, you tell me it's shit by not laughing, and I stop telling that joke. But with a BOOK I won't know it's shit until it's out there. Forever. Until I DON'T sell a million copies. Just wake up one morning, surrounded by towering boxes of unsold books, featuring on an episode of mentally deranged hoarders... We need to lay off hoarders, by the way. I think there's one too many television programmes "exposing the horrors" of people that like collecting shit. It's their house, let them do it! - "No we have to fix them!" No you don't, people are fucked up! If they wanna climb over a stack of cat shit stained national geographic magazines from the nineteen seventies to get to the kettle, fucking let 'em. THEY LIKE IT. - "Yeah but it's a mental illness-" Yeah, well, may be, but I would argue it's MORE insane to film them doing it, and then package it like a tacky microwave meal for one, so assholes can sit at home going "LOOK HOW SHIT THAT PERSON IS! They've got too many of the same thing..." ... Who's more insane in that sce-nario, I ponder... ANYWAY my book... My book is called "Walking to Skye", it's about a young man who walks from the southernmost borders of Scotland up to the Isle of Skye in the far north, retracing the footsteps of his great-great-grandfather and having a massive existential crisis along the way. It's a reeeeeeeeeeal HUMDINGER, and now that I've written it I'm terrified to let anybody read it, so what I've decided to dewwww, is; I'm gonna read bits of the book out, you're going to react, and then at the end we'll all collectively decide whether or not I should kill myself. Okay? Okay. Here we go. Hm-hm-hm. Ready? Everybody comfortable? No-one needs to go to the toilet, or get a drink, or anything? No? If you do, seriously, just go for it, because fucking... (waves hand in front of eyes). I'm not.. going.. to notice... Ahem, okay, ahem... Here we go. Alright. Here we go, here we go, okay. Khm. Blblbl. Okay. Phew. Alright. Here we go. Walking to Skye, chapter one. ... Phew. Okay. Khm. Blbl. Okay. Khm. Phew... (Sigh)... (Shivering) Read it... Just fucking read it... Come on man... Just... Son of a bitch... Pth... EHGgghhh... I'm too scared. (Audience goes "aww") No, fuck off. It's weird being scared for this, y'know, it's strange to be scared of something so intangible as JUDGEMENT. You know, I care what you people think, but taste is so subjective. Y'know, one man's "To Kill a Mockingbird" is another man's "Twilight" saga. Hello there, what's your name? (Matthew:) "Matthew." Matthew! N- where- right about there, mattie (adjusting line of sight)? Tell me, Matthew, what do you fear, what's your greatest fear, what are you scared of mate, we're all friends here, open up, unpack some shit, what are you-.. What's your biggest fear, Mattie? (Matthew:) "It must be rejection." Rejection? Same as me. <close> what do you know about my fear of rejection? </close> How old are you, man? (Matthew:) "Twenty-six" Twenty-six! The twenties are the time for rejection, my friend, it is the best time for rejection. Have you been rejected a few times? (Matthew:) "Quite a lot." Fucking rack it up, Mattie, rack it up mate, you just get- you wear those scars like a fucking warrior, mate! And then you get to thirty-six, my age, and you could not give a fuck, my friend. I'm telling you mate, rack up the rejection while you can, and then just.. fucking.. grab whatever's left. That's what you've got to look forward to. Let's hear it for Matthew! Yes! (Applause!) Rejection, eh? I think, actually, Mattie, Mattaroonie, Matterectomy, I think for me, Mattanoonles, I'm actually more scared of ... failure, in this case. I fear that I might've written a shit book, and as a result I'll fail, y'know. But I believe, Mattress, I believe it was Ernest Hemingway who put it best when he said "The first draft of everything is shit". And I often thought of that while I was writing my book, it's a great thing for young readers and young writers, sorry, to keep in mind, because it kind of lets you off the hook, y'know. And it makes you feel not so bad when you churn out something akin to Fifty Shades of Grey fanfiction. - "Every nerve ending in my body tingled as he boldly placed his swollen member directly onto my left shoulder ... and whispered into my ear ... 'tickets please' ... suffice to say, that won't be the last time I catch the bus to Broad Meadows." Khm. True story, true story. Okay, I'm gonna read the book - Broad Meadows, good suburb, Broad Meadows, good name! (Audience member goes WOOO!) Hahahaha, WEEEEEW! Has Broad Meadows ever had that reaction anywhere ever? How good is Broad Meadows- WOOOOOO! WOO! Wooing is one of few things you can do in a crowd. You can't woo when you're on your own, can you... You can't just be walking down the street like WOO! - "What's wrong with that person?" But if there's a group of you going "woo!" it's like, - "Naw, they're having a nice time, aren't they..." Wooing in- when you're in an audience is one of the few times you can get away with wooing. You can't, fucking- don't woo at the butcher's, y'know? - "I'll just have a ... 2 pounds of some sausages and uh, some pound of mince, and let me- six pound fifty WOOOOO!" - "I no longer wish for you to purchase my meat products." What was I talking about? Ah, Broadie? Yeah, Broad Meadows, it's a good name, Broad Meadow, like it makes sense, there was an expanse of just fucking... no stuff, there was some broad meadows, and they went "let's fucking build it here" and it was an honest name. All these new subdivisions now, they're all fucking, just... - "What are we gonna call this deserted swamp?" - "Um... Spring Valley Mountview Niceface." Fuck that! Name them honestly, y'know? - "Where are you living now?" - "Shitty water feature." - "Ah!" - "Where are you?" - "Stabbyville." - "Ah! ... How's that?" - "Yeah, it's good, it's close to schools, which is great, but um... We do get stabbed a lot though, it's a... You know, we knew the risks..." - "'Cuz it was in the name?" - "'Cuz it was in the name! yeEEeeAh." I like an honestly named place. I was Broken Hill recently, that's an honestly named place. - "We had a hill, we fucking broke it. Welcome to Broken Hill." Actually, Broken Hill have gone one further, they've named all the streets in the centre of town after elements. 'Cuz it's a mining town, they went thematic with that shit. So you're walking down Chloride, and you hit the corner of Bromide, or Oxide, I love that! That makes sense to me! I live in Collingwood - it'd be much easier to direct people to my house if I could send them to the corner of Soy Latte and Hipster Fuckwit. That'd take out all the guesswork ... When you're heading to Frankston, don't forget to check out the beautiful parklands on the corner of Bucket Bong and Pregnant Teenager. They are just enchanting. Alright. Gonna read the book. Blblblbl. You cool Matt? Sick. I'm gonna keep talking to you so you feel included. Therefore, not rejected. Khm, okay. Alrighty. Okay. Here we go. Alright. Shut up, I'm gonna read it. Okay. Phew. Walking to Skye, chapter one . . . Fascinating man, Ernest Hemingway. I didn't know a lot about him, but I kept thinking of that quote, "the first draft of everything is shit", while I was writing my book, and I started to think, "who are you to tell me my first draft is shit, Hemingway? What did you ever do that was sO fUckIng gOOd?" So I realized I didn't know anything about him, so I decided to do some research on him, and it proved to be an excellent means of putting off writing my book. And now I can tell you everything I know about him as an excellent means of putting off reading you my book, so... Swings and roundabouts, my friends, swoongs and rimbledibbledoodledoodoos, as they say in Scotland ... They don't say that. No-one has ever said that. Anyway, what I suggest we do, okay, is I'm just gonna tell you a little bit about Ernest Hemingway, bit about Hemmers, and then we'll just let the segway into reading the book develop organically. Like a runaway fungus at the bottom of a misplaced coffee cup. - "Aw, guys, how long has this been behind the couch? ... There's little people in it!" - "Save us! Save us from our porcelain prison!" - "wwWAAH!" (tosses cup) KSSSH - "We're free!" - (Running noise, tktktktktktk) - (Randy steps on the little people with an audible crunch) It's just for me, that bit, it's just for me!.. Okay. Okay, here we go, ladies and gentlemen, for the very first time I would wager in all of your living memories, I now am proud to present to you, the life and times of Ernest Miller Hemingway in approximately three and a half minutes. Go! (Background shifts) Born in Chicago in eighteen ninety-nine, son of a physician and a musician, reasonably uneventful childhood, decided to study journalism. Enlisted with the Red Cross during World War One, got blown up in Milan and spent six months in hospital with severe shrapnel wounds in both legs, fell in love with a nurse, they decided to get married. He came home to prepare, she stayed there and ditched him for an Italian soldier, which initiated a life-long pattern of him rejecting women before they had a chance to reject him. Take note, Mattie. Got a job as a foreign correspondent, fell in love with his roommate's sister, married her and moved to Paris. They hung out with Gertrude Stein, they kicked it with Pablo Picasso, he started writing in earnest, moved to Toronto, had a kid, moved back to Paris, published a couple of books, cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman, converted to catholicism ... ... ... Cut his head open after pulling on a cord thinking he was flushing a toilet, and instead ripped a skylight from the roof and smashed it onto his face, moved to Kansas City, had another kid, his dad committed suicide, he shot a lot of bears for some reason, had a car accident, had another kid, went to Africa to kill some wild animals and got dysentery - Karma! -, published another book, moved to Cuba, shot himself in the leg whilst aiming at a shark! Cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman, published "For Who the Bell Tolls", sold half a million copies in a couple of months and got nominated for a Pulitzer prize, cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman, became the self-appointed leader of a band of village militia outside of Paris, and was subsequently brought up on charges for contravening the Geneva convention and got away with it like a FUCKING CHAMPION! Got pneumonia, moved back to Cuba, and spent most of his spare time on his boat, tracking nazi u-boats with a machine gun and a pile of hand grenades - I AM NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP! Had a few more car accidents, three more concussions, got clawed while playing with a lion! ... Got depressed, drank, got fat, published a couple of more books, went back to Africa to shoot some more wild animals and barely survived two separate plane crashed in the space of twenty-four hours, winding up with a fractured skull, internal bleeding, cracked spine, ruptured liver, first degree burns, and a paralyzed sphincter muscle - Karma! -, won a Nobel prize, had a file opened on him by J. Edgar Hoover, left a bunch of shit in a safe in Cuba and moved to Idaho paranoid that the feds were following him, which they were, because he spent most of the nineteen fourties working for the KGB! AGAIN, NOT-MAKING-THIS-SHIT-UP! Suffered from hepatitis, nephritis, hypertension, hemochromatosis, anemia, and impotence - Karma! -, got committed, received way too much electroconvulsive therapy and came out all fucked up, started hinting at suicide so immediately got re-committed, received another couple of months worth of electroconvulsive therapy, got released, put both barrels of his favourite twelve gauge shotgun into his mouth, and BLEW HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF. WHAT A GUY!!! (Applause) Ah... That is all true! What a fucking unit! Hemingway is the quintessential anti-hero, the talented, charismatic, belligerent, suicidal, alcoholic genius that can't keep his dick in his trousers. And he still found time to write about fifteen books! I've written one, and it took me ages, because I procrastinate like a motherfucker! I only got this written by doing most of the work in my local public library, because it's very difficult to masturbate in the reference section without getting caught. It's... It's almost impossible, in fact ... Almost. I don't even enjoy masturbating anymore, I just do it to avoid other tasks. And if it's something I really don't wanna do, I can seriously just go back-to-back wanks, just AARGH, just 'till it's painful, like NAAAAAAAAH, like hurty cum, like MWOOOAAARGH, WOOOMMMHHH MHHHH MMHHMHMMM RMMMMMHHHHOOkay fine I'll do the fucking dishes. And you know the weird thing about books is that you only really need to write one to be considered to be a great writer. Until last year, "To Kill a Mockingbird" was the only book that Harper Lee ever published. One book in eighty-nine years. To be fair that one book did win the Pulitzer prize and sold over fourty million copies, so she didn't really need to do another one, did she... - "Hey Harper, you gonna write another book?" - "Nope! Did you read the first one? FUCKING NAILED IT! FUCKING NAILED IT! I'm just doing the one. Just doing the one." Imagine if I did that. Came up here, told one joke, and then stared at you for fifty-eight minutes. - "You gonna tell another joke?" - "Nope! Did you hear the first one? FUCKING NAILED IT! I'm just doing the one." There's not many jobs where you can just do the one, is there... Just... Writers, and... Suicide bombers. Hard to do two of those... Or maybe UFC fighters that get punched in the head so hard in their first bout that cerebral fluid trickles out of their eye sockets. - "Ohhh, that's fucked Randy..." It happens. It's pretty much the perfect example of why we're sort of festering in this evolutionary cul-de-sac, isn't it? - "Welcome to planet earth, there's approximately seven billion of us, as you can see there's quite a few of us that don't have any clean drinking water, OH! Here's a large group of us that get paid millions of dollars to knee each other in the face! Obviously still... Ironing out a few of the kinks." Martial arts, mixed or otherwise, should not be the domain of fat-necked roughians trying to stomp on each other's ballsacks. Just as yoga should not be taught by twenty-two year old gym instructors that did a one week yoga retreat in Bali and now get around in low-slung fisherman pants with a bindy and a plat talking about mindfulness like they've ever had any fucking life experience at all. I'm sorry, you can tell me to relax and center myself when you spend maybe ten or fifteen years considering what that actually means. Until then, go back to taking photos of the froth on your coffee and shut the fuck up. And I'm torn! I'm torn because I do yoga! I buy oragnic vegetables. I blindly sign internet petitions without reading the fine print, give myself a good old pat on the back and go back to downloading hardcore pornography... I'm trying to be a good buddhist, I'm trying... But it's even difficult to identify as buddhist in the current climate without coming off as some sort of new-age pompous twat dipping his toe into the "What does it all mean?" kiddie pool while holding a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and staring lecherously across the back yard at your cousin's tits. - "Geez, Tamara's grown up since last Christmas, hasn't she..." And I mean, Buddha was just a dude who found enlightenment sometime around the fifth century, and he decided to stick around and talk about it, y'know. But he made it clear that everything's optional, I guess, y'know, "here's the thing I've discovered, I think it's pretty nifty, but you can find your own way through it". He was kind of like a benevolent woodwork teacher, just overseeing the workshop, but allowing his students to discover for themselves which machine is most likely to cut their fucking head off. - BRRRRRRRRRRR-WAUGH! - "It was that one, Gareth, well done. A plus, matey, A plus for you." And there's been loads of other buddhas since, right, but they haven't necessarily felt the calling to stick around and talk about it. I guess they just become enlightened and fuck off. I think that's fantastic. But ... Are you only enlightened if you're able to share it with people? Y'know? If I write a book and nobody reads it, is it still art? What is the collective noun for monkeys? ... ... ... Seriously, does anybody know what it is? I was trying to think of it all day. Anybody? (Inaudible audience response) What? (Audience member:) "Gang" Gang? Gang of monkeys? Coming through on my gang of monkeys, we're a little gang of monkeys, ooh-A-A-A! It's not gang! Anybody else? If you come up with something stupid, I'll sing a dumb song about it ..? What else? (Inaudible audience response) What is it? (Inaudible audience response) ... Oh you people are fucked. Does anybody know what it is? It's not barrel, by the way. It's troop. What, what did you say, uhh... Gang. Who-what, what's your name, who said gang? Where are you? (Victoria:) "Victoria." Victoria? How are you, Victoria? (Victoria:) "Great." Thanks for coming to my show. Hey, Victoria, riddle me this m'sister, have you read "Go Set a Watchman"? Harper Lee's new book? (Victoria:) "Naw." Naw. Has anybody read it? (Audience member:) "Half." Half. That is the best book review ever. - "I read half." Has anybody read "To Kill a Mockingbird"? (audience responds yes) yEES we reAD IT at scHOOL, fuck off. For those of you who haven't- for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, "Go Set a Watchman" was the Harper Lee book that came out last year, right, and if you don't know the backstory, alright, I'll just fill you in. Victoria, listen up. Um... Basically, Harper Lee, right? So, Harper Lee, she had a stroke in two thousand and seven, and until she died earlier this year, she was in like, assisted care, she was in a wheelchair, she was deaf and she was blind, and her sister Alice had been taking care of all of her affairs, until Alice died in twenty fourteen at the age of one hundred and three, like a fucking boss... Anyway before Alice died she was pretty much the last line of defence between Harper and this 'lawyer' that had just sort of been loitering in the wings, right. And when Alice died, this 'lawyer' just happened to discover the manuscript for "Go Set a Watchman" in the locked safety deposit box in an obscure vault in a random bank, where it had been busy minding its own business for the last fifty-six and a half years, and according to the 'lawyer', Harper was delighted that the manuscript had been discovered, and suddenly reversed her life-long vow to never ever ever publish another book ever ever again, particularly not "Go Set a Watchman" which she actually wrote before "To Kill a Mockingbird" and didn't think was very good. Other people think that maybe the 'lawyer' was attempting to get filthy rich by brutally fist-fucking an eighty-nine year old stroke victim, but the question is; ... ... ... The question is, if "To Kill a Mockingbird" had've stayed in that vault, alongside this newly discovered manuscript, would it still technically be a work of literary genius? Or is it only when something's been evaluated by the world and possibly someone's made some cash off it that it's considered to be valid artistic expression? Is art only art once it's been witnessed? Acknowledged? If I don't take a bow at the end of this show, does it devalue the performance? Will you feel unsatisfied? Or rejected? ... I recently read that book "The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work" by Alaine de Button, and in it, he says; "we might consider art as anything which pushes our thoughts in important, yet neglected directions". Now, I'd like to consider what I do artistic expression, but that sort of poses the question - do people really need their thought pushed in the direction of old ladies being brutally fist-fucked? Is that my artistic legacy? Is that what I'm gonna leave behind? Y'know, "Randy... He was the old lady fisting guy, wasn't he? Eh. Very droll, very droll. Yeah." Because Ernest Hemingway is remembered more for his literary talents than for being an insufferable cunt with a penchant for killing shit and cheating on his multiple wives, does his artistic legacy outshine his tactless and unfortunate personal life? Is it better to be a mindful human that leaves no palpable remnants of artistry behind, or a violently unlikeable sexual deviant that shits handfuls of heart-breakingly beautiful sonnets and sonnatas out of his asshole before brunch? Because it's the image of the tortured, self-destructive artist that prevails nine times out of ten. Amy Winehouse was just a girl that wanted to sing some songs, do you know what I mean? So... Should I just keep my fucking mouth shut? And try to navigate towards enlightenment, leaving behind an intangible trail of good deeds? Or do I dive deeper and deeper into the inky, black ocean of self-destruction and self-indulgence until I nail my chosen art form, leaving an echo for the eternal wonderment of countless future generations that will just breeze over my asshole personality? ... it's what's keeping me up in the night times. Eh... (Pause) Y'know, from the moment we're born we become less than human? You know that? E-... E-hh... Eh... All the bacteria from our mother is passed onto us on the way out of the womb, and from then on, we just continue to collect shit, on the inside and the outside, until the day we expire. Occasionally, you get to choose what that shit is, but most of the time you have very little say in where it comes from or when. You just have to duck and weave your way through the shit for as long as you can, until the chunk of shit with your name on it finally-AAARGH! cleans you up. Look, I know this was billed as a comedy, but a-ha-ha-HAA! LET'S TALK ABOUT DEATH! Woo! There are some pretty fucking ridiculous ways to die, though- OH, like that guy, that scuba diver they found when they put out the bush fire! *oh my go-od have you heard this fucking sto-ory?* They put out, like, a bush fire, and they found a dude in full scuba gear, and they figured out that the water bomber plane or helicopter that scoops up the water to put out the fire accidentally picked up a diver and dumped him into the flames! What a fucked up way to go! It's pretty much the polar opposite of "He died peacefully in his sleep", isn't it? Just dumped out of a plane into a blazing inferno... with a highly flammable gas tank instead of a parachute strapped to your back? - "NOOoo!" (Explosion noice) "I just wanted to look at the fish..." What do you say to his family? - "Uhh... At least he died doing what he loved." Well, he was a firefighter that enjoyed skydiving and water sports, but I'm not sure he ever wanted to combine the three... That's better, isn't it? - "Tell more jokes you little purple fucker." I had a good joke the other day - How do you know if a hippie has been to your house? ... They're still there. Haa... How do you know if someone's vegan? ... They'll tell you, yes, ahaHAHAA! Hahahaha, I'm vegan. Um... I initially became vegan for environmental and ethical reasons, and now I just do it to give people the shits at dinner parties. Like, - "Get it away, I can't eat that, meat is murder, STOP HAVING FUN EVERYONE!" It's a funny conversation, the vegan one, you bring it up, people just go - "... shut up fuckhead" But it's funny, 'cuz you know you don't actually need to eat meat. You don't NEED it. Nobody actually needs it. Unless you're on hemodialasys and you have to inhale a rare porterhouse steak every three hours to stop your kidneys backing in, you don't actually need it. That makes it a choice, and it's your choice. As long as you understand that that choice is born from belief and that particular belief is called "carnism". It's an inherited belief system that sort of conditions us to eat meat, and the notion is so... pervasive, I guess, it's viewed as a given rather than a choice. But it's totally a choice. - "Where do you get your proteins from then you little poofter!?" PEAS! (Gasp) It's crazy. And I know it's easy to just lump veganism in with all the other food allergies and just go - "They're the annoying fuckheads that don't eat the good stuff" which I get, I totally get... We're having Christmas at my house this year, right? Three months out, my cousin calls me to discuss her son, my cousin's son, which makes him... Someone I couldn't give a fuck about, anyway; She calls me up, the first thing she says - she doesn't even say hello - the first thing she says is "Brayden can't have blue." - "What the fuck? - "BRAYDEN can't eat BLUE FOODS." Apparently this kid, if he eats anything with a blue food preservative in it, he just KLKH (imitates death) just taps out. That is bullshit! Firstly, don't call your kid Brayden. Secondly... secondly, blue is not even a natural colour for foodstuffs. It occurs very rarely in nature- name me one blue food. (Audience member:) "Blueberry." BLUEBERRIES ARE FUCKING PURPLE! I'm talking about mentos blue, like seven eleven slushie blue, what flavour is that? Fucking highlighter? - "Ah no Randy, blue means mint-" MINT IS GREEN- if you planted mint and it came up blue, you would SET that SHIT on FIRE. - "And that's cool! It's cool! it's like ice, it's like water!" Water is clear. The only time water is blue, is when there's billions of tonnes of it and it's all in the one spot. And then it's got all sorts of shit in it, like salt, and SHARKS ... BLUE MEANS SHARKS IN IT! don't eAt iT it'S gOT SHARKS IN IT! You know, when sharks eat people, it's fucked, but it shits me how they immmediately go out and kill the shark like - "awrH it's gONe roGUe. iT's gOnE rOgUE!" No it hasn't, it's just doing what millions of years of evolution have programmed it to do, fucking swim around eating shit. - "yeeeeeeeah but ... ... ... it came into our bit. thIs bit's oUR bit oF tHe ocEAn." No-see that bit there? That big fucking wet bit? That's its bit. This bit here, all of this dry bit here, that you're standing on with your legs, your legs that have evolved to stand on the dry bit, that's your bit. You go into its bit, you're going to get bit. That's the lesson. ... Paddle out next to a seal colony and wiggle your ass around like a slutty little ol' dove, complaining when you get munched. It's that weird disconnect, y'know, it's the same thing as carnism, it's like if I imagine a pig is just a pig, and all pigs are the same, then I can detach what is on my plate from how it got there. It's just how most of us are brought up, y'know. But if you saw someone slit the throat of a Labrador, and then string it upside down to die an excrutiating death just squirming and bleeding out at the end of a steel hook, you'd think it was a bit fucked. How is a pig any different? It's not. It's actually not ... I said that on stage in Rock Hampton, in Queensland about four months ago. I was like, "how is a pig any different?", and a man in the audience yelled out "BACON!". Touché, sir. You win this round. He actually came up to me after the show - I was standing at the merch desk not selling anything - and he-.. I saw him coming from the other side of the room, just this massive dude, like - (stomping noises) - "Ah, you're a large man" and he said - "I was the one that said bacon" - "fucking don't kill me" and he goes - "nah, you alright mate, you alright mate, you alr-" It's the most passive-aggressive Aussie male thing you can say to another- - "naah, you alright mate, you-" It basically means "I wanna punch your fucking head in, but I don't wanna upset me misses. You alright mate." Anyway, he goes to me, - "Mate, you're not gonna make any friends in rock hampton being vegan. Did you know that Rocky is actually the beef capital of Australia-" - "ah fuck I didn't know that" - "-with over two and a half million head of cattle within a two point five k radius of the town centre?" - "fuck I didn't know that either" - "And that is a fair wack of the thirteen million head of cattle in Queensland alone, seventy percent of which is bred purely for export. Few fun facts for ya matey, few fun facts." I said - "thank you sir I did not know any of that" Did you know that, globally, cows produce thirty-eight percent more greenhouse gas than every single car, truck, bus, boat, train, and plane combined each year? That breeding animals for food uses up one third of the planet's fresh water? Takes up fourty-five percent of the earth's surface, and is responsible for a whopping ninety-one percent of amazon destruction, making it the number one leading cause of species extionction, resource consumption, and environmental degradation destroying the planet on a daily basis? FEW FUN FACTS FOR YA MATEY, FEW FUN FACTS FOR YA! Now, I'm aware this is in danger of becoming a TED talk at this point... - "jesus, a lot of statistics, is there gonna be a test?" It's alright, it's fine, I'll read the book, alright? I'll read the book. Not forcing my opinions on you, I'm merely saying them with a microphone, and you're paying for it. LOCK THE DOORS-no, seriously, okay, here we go. Khm. I'm gonna read the book. Y'know we've got McDonald's home delivery now? Does anyone do that? (Audience responds) You... You do? You know you can already get it in your car? You can get it without getting out of your car, but what McDonald's have now done is they've removed the gruelling walk from the front door to the car, so you no longer have to do that humiliating - "BWAAAAAARGGGGGHHHHH- WUUUUUUUUUAHHHH! OOOOOOOAAAAARGGHHHH! Now I have to reverend carpool! Oh, God damn you, God damn you -click- MRRRRRRGHHHH! HMMMMMRGHH! MMMMOOUUHHH WHY CANNOT THEY JUST BRING IT TO MEIN HAUS?" Well now they can. I think it's a good thing. Keep the fatties off the streets, STOP 'EM HOGGING UP THE FOOT PATHS, if they wanna eat shit, let them do it in their own home- WHO'S WITH ME? (Audience starts applauding) Don't clap that, it's a horrible thing to say. yoU'RE moNSTerS! ... Okay. You all good Mattie? Sweet. Okay, here we go. Blblblblbl, okay, kh-hm, alright, here we go, buggedabuggedabuggeda, okay. Stop it! Okay ... Do you like my typewriter, by the way? Isn't it beautiful? It's basically here just as a prop, but occasionally I am always tempted to just go ... (humming). Eh? A few "Murder She Wrote" fans in the house? Heyo? Everyone else going - "What? What is that? Sounds like an old person's joke." ... it is! It is! It totally is! Alright. Here we go. Okay, fuck, here we go. Blblblblbl. Walking to Skye, chapter one ... I bought a bookshelf on Gumtree recently, um, it was an amazing experience, I'll quickly tell you about it and then I'll read the book, but- I found it strange, becasue it made me start to think about the way our, like, methods of communication have sort of changed over the years, y'know? In the old days, if you wanted a bookshelf, you'd just go see Gareth the Bookshelf Guy, 'cuz he was the dude in your tribe that made the bookshelves, he had a little bookshelf cave, he was REPUTABLE. Now any mad bastard can sell their shit on Gumtree, you know what I mean? As a species, we're sort of able to cope with knowing and gossiping around like a hundred, or a hundred and fifty people. That's like the limit of our tribe. Any more than that, it starts to get confusing, which is why we created abstract constructs like territories and deities to unite larger groups of people under an imaginary common factor. And it works the trick, because we only really gather en masse on special occasions, but I think like social media and mmmh... It's fucking all that up, y'know? I think we're able to deal with the thousands of people we're connected to on a daily basis, and as a result we neglect our immediate one fifty, y'know? That's why I never get invited to parties anymore. It's not 'cuz I ramble on about veganism and fisting old ladies, it's because I'm not on facebook and everybody just assumes you are. I am so behind on the births, deaths, and marriages of my friends that I feel like the time traveller's wife every time I go to a party, I'm like... - "This is Tim, he's our son, he's six now-" - "Fucking... Didn't even know you were pregnant." Anyway, you know smartphones, aren't they great? You know that, right, they're not, they're not that great, you don't need the internet in your pocket, you work at Cole's, okay? You're not working for the president, you don't need it, you don't need that much information. And also, what was the point of developing opposable thumbs for you to take a photo of your head, post it on the internet, and then just stand by for validation. No-one gives a fuck about your head! They'll only validate it in order to gain permission to post a photo of their own head on the internet and stand by for validation. The people who give a fuck about your head will at some point see it in real life. Fuck your head and the neck it rode in on. Your vanity is sucking up my bandwidth ... Anyway this is what's going through my head as I'm on Gumtree looking for a bookshelf, because- you know when you put something on the... on the... in like... in the search in booktree- in booktree? what the fuck- When you put something in the search on Gumtree - I'm having a stroke up here - When you put something in the search, right, and like, there's always a couple of things that come up in the list that are like the polar opposite of what you searched for, and like "get out of my head gumtree algorithms, CONSPIRACY!"? No but seriously, it's all you type, it's like "bookshelf", and it's all bookshelf, bookshelf, bookshelf, grammophone? Huh. Bookshelf, bookshelf, bookshelf, combine harvester? What the fuck? ... Huh, that's actually a pretty good price. Anyway, on this particular day, I found two bookshelves that worked for me, in terms of cost, and more importantly, geographical convenience, 'cuz I'd be fucked if I'm driving to Broad Meadows to pick up a bookshelf, right? So I type in bookshelf, and I see the two things, and I'm like okay, one seller is Cathy, the other is Morgan. I send them both the same text message, "Hello! I saw your bookshelf on gumtree, is it still available?". Cathy texts back straight away, saying - "sorRRY iT wENt thIS MorNING!" - "That's cool, Cathy, I'm sorry I gave you an annoying voice in the retelling of this story." Morgan's response came through a couple of minutes later, and simply read, - "It was my wife's bookshelf." ... HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO THAT? Aside from the fact that it doesn't answer my fucking question... His use of past tense in that sentence unnerved me slightly. I'm like, aahhh, I should probably just find another bookshelf... And then I noticed he lived in the suburb next to me, so I replied; - "Is it still available?" He responded with the letter Y. Just a Y. Is he asking me why I wanna know if it's still available? Or is it a Y for "yes", and he's so in the throws of grief that he can't manage the E and the S? I assume it's a Y for "yes" and respond, - "Cool! I'll take it. When's a good time to come and pick it up?" No reply for fifteen minutes, I'm like... ah he's forgotten about it, fuck it, I'll find another bookshelf, and then when his reply actually does come through I realize he spent those fifteen minutes crafting his response, because it's a FUCKING THESIS. He must've felt so bad about only using a single consonant in his previous text that he just massively overcompensated with this one. Also, for some reason, felt that the use of punctuation? Entirely unnecessary. So it's just one obscenely long sentence, which reads; - "You must come and pick up now I only have short time here at house and also it wide so bring van or trailer and there's stair but I can help you carry it down stair if you come park out front walk up path ring bell and I will help you carry it to trailer or van I only accept cash and if you do not come now I will sell it someone else" (Shriek) Again I'm thinking, ahhh, I should just find another bookshelf at this point, but now I am FASCINATED by Morgan, and I simply must meet the man. So I drive over to his house- before I left, I sent him a message saying - "Cool, I'll be there in ten minutes" and he replied "ok", but spelled it OK-A-Y which just fascinated me more, that he'll use four letters to spell a two letter word, but only one letter to spell a three letter word, MORGAN IS OFF THE FUCKING CHAIN! And as I'm driving over to his house, I'm trying to picture what he's gonna be like, y'know... His pidgin English might suggest ethnicity of some sort, but I don't wanna racially profile him; Maybe he's an old man who recently lost his wife and is not that very good at texting, or maybe, and I'm really hoping this is the case, Morgan is just batshit crazy. So I get to his house, and I go up to the- ehe, I park out front walk up path ring bell, and I... I brace myself for the door to be opened by like, an old man in a smoking jacket, wearing fishnet stockings and suspenders, just puffing on an opium pipe while a butler just creepily polishes a goldfish in the background, and then a tiny pugdog wearing a fez hat just trots up the hallway, sits on the mat, looks up at me and says "RELCOME TO OUR ROVERY ROME!"... And then the door opens, and I am thoroughly disappointed. Before me stands an average caucasian male in his mid-thirties, dressed casually, hipster sheek, stubble, glasses with designer frames, expensive watch - I immediately think "architect?" but the house is too cheesy for that - it's like a double story doll's house with bay windows - but definitely a designer of some kind? Maybe a graphic designer? He's too skinny for manual labour, but he's too hip for the public sector, BUT THIS CAN'T BE MORGAN. Because Morgan's text messages would suggest that he's not that technically savvy, and then the man standing in front of me says - "Hello my name is Morgan" AND THE PLOT THICKENS! He invites me in, shakes my hand, closes the door, and twenty minutes later, I will be witnessing Morgan perform some of the most aggressive acts of violence I've ever seen in my life, and I will be speeding away in my car bleeding from the face. Here's how this shit went down... I go into the house, and I notice two things immediately; One, this is a house in the throws of renovation. Nothing too extreme, but there's like drop sheets on all the furniture, there's freshly painted walls, there's a bathtub wrapped in plastic in the hallway, awaiting installation- someone's doing some work on this house. The second thing I notice, on the way up the stairs to the second floor, on the first floor landing, is a wedding photograph featuring a very cleanly shaven Morgan with a very beautiful bride. Very much in love! The photograph is very much on the floor, and the glass in the frame is very much smashed. She's not dead, she's left him, and THE PLOT THICKENS A BIT MORE FOR MORGAN! And as Morgan unceremoniously like, kicks the photo frame to one side on the way up the stairs, I really wanted to pry into Morgan's life and ask heaps of inappropriate questions... But he was clearly a broken man. He had this terrible air of sadness around him, so I didn't wanna intrude. Luckily for me, though, I didn't have to, because Morgan immediately began oversharing and told me the whole fucking story aaAAAH! Thank you Morgan! I shall hang off your every word and then retell your tale to two hundred strangers and record it for a fucking DVD! He IS a graphic designer -YES!- and he's really good at it. He does like massive rebranding campaigns for large corporations, he gets flown all over the world doing this shit, right? About four years ago, a woman hired Morgan to rebrand her florist business, and he did such a great job she married him. And he thought everything was just fine, until about three months ago. Morgan had to do a presentation in Sydney, right? But he was on his way home from overseas and got stuck in Dubai due to a flight cancellation, so rather than cancel the meeting, Morgan suggested to these businessmen in Sydney that they do a Skype chat, because he's so technologically savvy, despite his fucking baffling text message style. So Morgan checks into a hotel, cracks open his laptop, and starts skyping with this room full of businessmen in Sydney, who are all watching Morgan on a massive screen on their boardroom wall, right? And everything's going great, Morgan is totally nailing it, until about halfway through; He realizes that a file he wants to show these dudes is on the desktop of his home computer back in his home office in Melbourne. And he decides to live share the desktop of his home computer on the Skype chat. He knows how to do that, he can remote control his computer from anywhere in the world, it's not particularly new technology, but Morgan makes it sound so impressive. So this room full of businessmen are all watching keenly, like - "OOAHP! MARGARET, BRING IN SOME BISCUITS, THERE'S SOME NEW-FANGLED SHIT GOING ON IN HERE!!!" as Morgan clicks a few buttons and (click) brings up the desktop of his home computer on the Skype chat. Now, what Morgan doesn't realize is that his wife has been using the "Photobooth" app on that particular computer to take pictures of herself. To take naked pictures of herself. To take naked pictures of herself... doing some pretty fucked up shit. It's embarassing, to say the least, just as Margaret came back in with the biscuits- - "I've got you the b-WHUIEAAAAURRRHHH!!!" Now, those of you who are familiar with the Photobooth app will know that how it works, is it accesses the built-in camera in your computer and with the click of a button, (click) takes a photo of you when you're standing in front of your screen. And if you know that, you also know that if you leave that application open, the camera also stays open, witnessing whatever may be happening in front of the computer, in real time. Such as your wife, in your home office, fucking your best mate. OOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOORGANNNN... Nooooo... Morgan then goes on to tell me she's keeping the house, his former best mate is moving in, and while they're out for the day shopping for fittings, Morgan must suffer the indignity of moving his shit out, and selling the stuff they don't want on Gumtree to this guy. Ahhh... It's at this point of the story that Morgan starts crying, he breaks down, and I do not blame the man, it's fucking horrible and I just wanna give him a big hug and say "Everything's gonna be alright, Morgan", but I am holding the full weight of a BOOKSHELF halfway down a set of STAIRS and Morgan is the only thing stopping that bookshelf from caving my face in- I was like, MORGAN! MMMMORGAN! And Morgan managed to pull himself together ... for about eight seconds? And then just went BAHHH and let the bookshelf go. I fell backwards, it literally rolled over me, and took out the light hanging above the staircase, I'm now lying on my back getting showered in broken glass, as the bookshelf turned end over end and just went FONK right through a freshly painted wall at the bottom of the stairs. I'm like, AAH. aaAAAh. aaAAAAAAhhh. aaAAAAAHHH. I've got a tiny cut on my forehead which is just pissing blood, for some reason - apart from that, I'm fine. Morgan, however - he's not fine! Morgan is the opposite of fine. Something happened when the bookshelf lodged itself in the wall and his sadness just (click) went away in a second, and he started PISSING HIMSELF laughing. Hysterical. And he had the creepiest laugh I've ever heard in my life- I'm standing there like "this is weird" and he's like "mwhueHUEUEEUEUEUE! mhhwuEUEUEUE!" like some sort of demonically possessed baritone cookaburra, - "mwhueEUUEUEE, a-HOGUGUGUGAGAGAGA!" - "Um... Uh..." - "mwueEUEUUEUEUE" - "can I still have the bookshelf?" - "yuuEEEEAAH" We extract it from the wall - the bookshelf, incidentally, showing no sign of having just rolled down a staircase and smashed through a wall. We carry it out to my car- we had to stop about six times, 'cuz Morgan was like - "Hang on a minute, mwueHUEUEUEUEUEE" We got it to my car, put it on the trailer, and Morgan was in such a great mood he let me have the bookshelf for free. Ohh! Hahaha... Mm... And that's where the story SHOULD end. But there was something about the bookshelf going through the wall that flipped a fucking switch in Morgan's head, and he is now hungry for more destruction. So as I started tying the bookshelf down to my trailer, Morgan just strolls over to like an upright mailbox on the front lawn and just starts trying to wrench it out of the ground. Really putting his back into it. I'm like, "are you okay buddy" and he's like "YEAP" (struggling) HUAH! He pulls it out of the ground whereupon he wields it like a fucking battleaxe and just starts smashing up the front garden, just beheading the daisies, fucking up the lavender... I'm like, "uhh, hey Morgan, maybe you wanna stop and think about that" and he whirled around and looked at me like Jack Nicolson chasing Shelly Duvalle up the stairs in the shining and said - "WHY DON'T YOU MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS?" ... yep, yep, cool, man, yep, yep... Now, I like tying knots. I'm quite good at tying knots if I tie something down I take my time because I want it to stay there... But as Morgan nonchalantly strolled up the driveway, rolled up the garage door, and put the mailbox through the windscreen of an Audi!? I must admit, I kind of rushed my knot tying job. I got in my car, I'm about to drive off, I'm like, looking at the house going "ah, I'm sure he'll be fine" and then an armchair smashed out of an upstairs window and just went DOINK DOINK DOINK DOINK down the front lawn. I was like "... what's my duty of care in this situation?". I didn't want to call the cops on him, I didn't want him to trash the house, I'm like - "daw fuck I'm gonna have to talk to Morgan" So I got out, I walked up the driveway shitting myself- you know when someone does something really violent and you're just like "ah, fuck, we're not supposed to do shit like that!"? Yucky, just yucky feeling in my tum-tum- and I'm standing there, standing there in the garage and there's like an adjoining door in the garage that leads into the house. I can see in through the door into the house, up the staircase, it's like a wooden staircase, and I'm standing in the garage just going - "ah fuck..." (gulp) "morgaaaan. Morgaaaan!" Like I was calling a cat for its dinner? "Morgan! Moggie-moggie-moggie-moggie-moggie!" And then I notice a small trickle of water start to come from the top step. And then a little bit more water, and then QUITE A LOT OF WATER, just pissing down the stairs like shitty water feature, I'm like "aw that can't be right" and then Morgan appeared on the top step holding a hammer like this: - "BAAAH!" (jumps out) I was like - "WOAH!" and he's like - "mwhuEUEUEUE" Starts running at me wielding the hammer, like "UEUEUEUE", I'm like "aw no no I just wanted to buy a bookshelf..." he's like "UEUEUEUEUEUE-.. RRAH!" runs straight past me, I'm like - "Where are you going?" he's like - "UEEEH!" made a beeline for my car, I'm like - "NO, MAN! STOP!" he's like - "UEUEUEUEUUEUE" - "STOP IT! JUST STOP!" He spins around and goes - "I just checked my phone, she texted me fifteen minutes ago saying she'll be here in fifteen minutes, WE'RE GONNA GO!" and gets into my car! - "fucking... jesus... fuck me" I run down the lawn, get in the driver's seat, I'm like - "What was with the water?" he goes - "Ah, I put plugs in all of the sinks and turned all the taps on!" I'm like - "Oh that's fucked" He's like - "JUST DRIVE!" I was like - "AAH!" I took off so quick, rounded the corner of his street, and the bookshelf just went "mrrreeUUWh-BOOSH" and exploded against the guard rail, just exploded in a shower of badly tied knots and broken dreams... So me and Morgan just fucking left it there, like a little breadcrumb for his ex wife to find on the way home to her destroyed gingerbread house. I dropped Morgan at a train station. I have never seen him again. And that, my friends, is why I no longer shop on Gumtree. Thank you very much! Thank you very much. (Applause) Haha, ah, fuck... You know my favourite bit of that story? I just made it up. Yes, not true. There is no Morgan. MMMH! It's very unsatisfying, isn't it? - "But I saw him in my head. I saw Morgan in my head." ... ... ... Why is it we can feel so robbed when someone tells us a story we just heard isn't true, and yet so satisfied at the end of a fictional novel? Y'know? You know that? ... You know the other great thing about that story? First draft. FUCK YOU HEMINGWAY! ... (sigh) Can't end on that, can I? - "Those LIES? WE DID NOT COME HERE TO BE HOODWINKED, SIR!" The truth, eh? ... The truth is, I'm... I'm not an exceptional person, y'know? Nothing interesting really ever happens to me, I'm massively flawed, and I think I'm quite forgettable, if I'm being a hundred percent honest. And this isn't the shit bit at the end of the show where I get on the cross, I'm like "lOve mE on the wAY OUt thE doOr". It's not that, it's just that I don't think- on a scale from one to memorable, I'm not that memorable. Not on like the Morgan sort of scale, not on the Ernest Hemingway scale, certainly, y'know... But if I tell a great story, maybe people will remember that instead. Remember the card trick and just... pretend that they don't know how it's done, y'know? ... But must we leave a legacy? MUST we make an impact? Do we HAVE TO leave a footprint? Is it okay to just settle, seek safety, nest, y'know? Or must we constantly shake our lives up, or suffer the indiscriminate cruelty of having it shaken against our will? Must we try to carve a path through the tall grass, feeling as though no-one has ever felt how we feel? Terrified at what may be lurking low in the grass on either side of us, but just pressing ever on with that paleolithic instinct deep within our chromosomes that the only way is forward, that you HAVE TO keep going? That eventually you'll stumble upon the edge of the field, hitch a ride from a passing car, and meet up with the rest of the gang for tea and sandwiches at the old town hall? ... (deep breath) Do we feel like the path that we are carving through the grass is all our own? Only to finally float above the field with the sweet relief of expiration and realize that the field is insignificantly miniscule in size, and that there's only one path through the grass - the exact same one that every human has trod before us will ever after, just stumbling blindly along a tiny hyphen between the words "birth" and "death". And when reduced to that level of crisp simplicity, fear cannot exist ... So. (pausing, readying) Phew. Walking to Skye, chapter one: (Blackout) (Applause and credits)

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Touch and Go (Branjie) - Basketbop

A/N: I’m a bit rusty at this so all feedback would be greatly appreciated, this fic is also available on AO3

Summary: The four times they could have fallen back to each other, and the one time they finally do.

Vanessa flew into Lax at 12 o’clock running off of approximately 4 hours of sleep. She had taken the earliest flight her manager could find her on such short notice, it wasn’t ideal but she wanted to spend Easter with her friends. She wanted to spend it with him.

She hadn’t seen Brooke since press week, not because she was avoiding him but because they were never booked at the same gigs. She knew it was for the best, if they were seen together then it would be possible to notice that there not together. Hadn’t been for almost 4 months now. But Vanessa was at peace with that- at least she told herself she was.

So when an opportunity had arisen to spend time together she decided she would jump through every hoop necessary to make it happen. Brooke Lynn hadn’t been the one to invite her, Gia had, but Vanessa would take what she was given at this point.

“Look what the cat dragged in” Brooke had noticed her as soon as she had walked through the door of the bar, getting up to greet her in a hug. “Missed you” he whispered as he squeezed her tight.

“Missed you too, bitch” Vanessa said with a laugh as she pulled away and moved to greet the rest of their friends. Turns out Gia was already drunk having started on the bottomless mimosas at brunch earlier in the day. So she took up most of the conversation as she waxed on about what she wanted to do to the boy she had been texting. It wasn’t what she was expecting on the lord’s day, but it was exactly what Vanessa needed, a good time talking shit with a few of her good Judy’s.

She’s at the bar getting herself another drink when Brooke approaches her again. “So, how you been, big guy?” he starts, casually leaning on the bar like he doesn’t realize what using that name does to her, what it means to her.

“You know me, hustling, getting my coins. Feeding the children” she takes a sip of her drink, longs for the burn it provides. “How ‘bout you? Dancing your way into america’s hearts one Midwestern club at a time?”

“Oh, fuck off” he shoves her, and his eyes pinch together as he laughs. They continue their conversation, bantering back and forth with each other as they share stories from the road. They easily find that ease that had always came with their conversations. Talking like this was never a problem for them, it was when things started to get serious that you would see the issues start to come to the surface.

This should be awkward. Vanessa knows it should be, they spend far too much time flirting online and never actually talk anymore. Their ‘love story’ is being blasted into homes across America on a weekly basis. Currently, half of the country and all of their fans think they’re a couple. Think their in love. And as the alcohol starts to kick in the more just that begins to hurt. She almost wishes it was uncomfortable, wishes she didn’t look at him and just wish that things were different. Wish that the timing was different.

He grabs her hand on the bar, lacing their hands together like old times, and when Vanessa looks into his eyes she’s convinced that he’s thinking the same things as her. But he can’t be. This was what he wanted, he was the one that had ended it. Asked for them to be friends as he ripped her heart from her throat.

So she pulled her hand away and turned to join their friends on the dance floor. What she didn’t see as she turned away was the way Brooke’s face fell, the way his fist clenched on the bar where their hands were joined just moments ago.

She didn’t see the flicker of hope leave his eyes.

It was the night before the final filming and Vanessa was lying in the middle of Brooke’s bed in a bland hotel room in downtown LA watching the other queen with interest, and a bit of confusion, as she clipped two long chains on to her black pumps. Brooke was currently stood in the center of the room entirely out of drag except for a pair of thigh high latex heels as she demonstrated the ‘shoe reveal’ she had planned for the final.

To any normal person it painted a weird picture, a 6ft 3 man kicking a pair of heels of to land perfectly on pointe. But Vanessa was gagged, she was surprised Brooke had been able to pull it off. And she told he as much as he took the shoes of and carefully placed them in to a case by the door.

He came and flopped down beside her, the four inches between them feeling like a mile

“You nervous?” The words left Vanessa’s mouth before she could really think about it, of course he was nervous, tomorrow was a huge deal.

He hesitated before answering, as if he was deciding if he should be honest or not. “Not about the lip sync’s, I know I’m ready, that I’ve done all I can. It’s just, like, what if that’s not enough, you know?” He rolled onto his side as he spoke.

“Bitch, your one of the best performers I’ve ever seen and your track record is better than any of the other girls, you’ve got this” This was true. Vanessa didn’t feel any need to sugar coat the truth, if the show was fair then the crown was Brooke’s to lose tomorrow night..

“Plus, don’t tell Silky I said this but i’m putting my coins on you” this was also true. After everything they had been through together she still wanted him to win. Wanted the world for him, she wanted him to have everything she knows he’s worked his ass off for.

“Thanks Vanj, I really appreciate that” The way Brooke whispered the words made Vanessa want to lean over, cross the invisible wall that sat between their bodies and take him into her arms like nothing had changed.But they had, so she stayed put and they stared at each other for what felt like hours but in reality was probably less than a minute, in the end it was Brooke that broke the silence.

“We should probably talk about what we’re gonna say at the reunion” he coughed as he ran his hand through his hair and rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

Vanessa let out a soundless laugh as she copied Brooke’s cue and rolled on to her back. “If I have to hear another goddamn thing about that reunion I'ma seriously have to hurt a bitch”

“Tell me about it” He rolled his eyes “But really, do you think we just tell the truth? We dated, it didn’t work out but we’re still friends, we still have love for each other”

It hurt to have it laid out like that. The cause of all of Vanessa’s pain summed up in one short sentence. She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to have this conversation with him or anyone. Because once those words went out on TV’s across America it was really over. The hope she’d had that they would reconcile before they ever had to make their break up public, gone. So she changed the subject. “The fans are gonna hate us, you know? They still think we’re still together”

“I don’t care, I’m sure they’ll recover. It’s not like we ever actually lied to anyone” that was true. They had never confirmed if they were still together or not, the contracts they had signed made sure of that. But both of them knew they were guilty of feeding the flame online, god, sometimes even Vanessa let herself believe it was real.

Sensing that Vanessa wasn’t going to reply Brooke continued. “I do love you, you know that right?”

“Don’t play” Vanessa couldn’t do this right now. Brooke did this a lot and it was confusing as fuck. He would text her random compliments out of seemingly nowhere, kiss her cheek in greeting just slightly too close to her lips to be considered friendly, call her late at night when he was lonely and missing the comfort she used to offer him. She knows she should tell him to stop, knows it makes it impossible for her to move on. But she’s only human and she likes to live in the fantasy, whatever the cost of that may be.

“But I do, you know that’s not the reason this didn’t work” He kept his eyes glued to the ceiling as he spoke, as if making eye contact would physically hurt him.

She didn’t doubt that he thought what he was saying was true, but she had to disagree. She had loved him with her whole entire being while he had only loved her part way. Brooke not being able to fully give himself to her was the main reason they hadn’t worked, so while she didn’t doubt that he loved her she didn’t think it wasn’t the reason they hadn’t worked out. Because if he had loved her harder then their conversation tonight would probably be a lot different.

She didn’t say any of that though, she lived in the fantasy “Yeah, well you know I love you too” and while it would probably hurt in the long term to keep her mouth shut, right now, in that moment it hurt her heart less to just agree.

“Who knows, maybe one day when the timings right we can try again” it wasn’t phrased like a question, he said it like he was telling himself and not Vanessa.

“Maybe” The words left her mouth as a whisper, she’s not convinced even he heard her. So, Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling and crossed the wall they had created to link their hands. They fit, just like they always had.

It was nice, she let herself live in the fantasy.

The season eleven tour was going amazing, spending time with all the girls again was fun and the fans just got crazier at every stop. Her and Brooke had been getting along great, they were able to joke with each other again, create new memories together- As friends. That’s all they were now and it’s all their gonna be,at least for now. And, Vanessa was okay with this, she was happy with how they were. But some of the other queens liked to stir the pot, mess with the hype they knew came with her and Brooke as a couple.

See, she knew Asia didn’t mean any harm, she just liked to make jokes to amuse the fans. But sometimes she wishes she would just take a day off.

It all came to a head one day when they were on the bus traveling to the venue for the nights show. A fan had given Brooke a book the night before filled with fan art and letters for both Brooke and Vanessa, so they were taking advantage of the bus time to flick through it together. That was all. The situation was innocent, at least it was until Asia took it upon herself to post a picture of them pressed together to her Instagram story with some cheesy caption about #Branjie.

The picture looked romantic, it looked intimate, you couldn’t see the book, all you could see was Brooke staring at Vanessa with a smile as she threw her head back laughing. It was cute, the fans loved it. Vanessa hated it. This tour had been good for her and Brooke, they had finally been able to get to a place where they were at ease being friends. Things we’re good. The fans were even letting up online, but this just got them all started again. And Vanessa snapped, she’s only human and this was a sensitive topic for her.

“Do you think this shits funny, Asia?” she asked with a raised voice causing all eyes on the bus to turn to her as she held her phone up with the picture on the screen.

Asia just raised an eyebrow daring her to continue, but this just seemed to piss Vanessa off more. “ You know what this shit does, is my life a fucking joke to you? We ain’t some characters to play with, all of you know how full on the fans are about all this online”

“Jose” Brooke reached up to grab Vanessa’s shoulder trying to calm her down. But she was already to far gone.

“I get that you think your being funny, but fuck, this isn’t some wig gag or old drama off the show. This is my real fucking feelings, would you want someone putting you on blast with your ex 24/7 when your just trying to move the fuck on?” This seemed to strike the other queen and she put her hand up signalling Vanjie to stop.

“I get it, your pissed. And I won’t do it again” she said slowly, obviously shocked by Vanessa’s outburst. It wasn’t like her to lose her cool, she was normally down for just about anything. So this was different, but she was sensitive when it came to Brooke and their relationship. And it just rubbed her the wrong way when people threatened the delicate balance of friendship they had created.

Having seemingly lost all of the energy she had previously had to fight Vanessa uttered a short “thank you” before sitting down and shoving her headphones in. She felt Brookes hand come to rest on her thigh and it worked to soothe her anger further. She lent over to rest her head on his shoulder as she let out the breath she had been holding in. Brooke got it, she knew he did, it was hard enough being this close to someone you once shared everything with as it is without the other girls making it even harder than it had to be.

There were many points on this tour when she thought maybe they’d go there again, but ultimately now just wasn’t the right time. And the more she told herself that the more she started to believe it never would be.

“She’s back, back, back again” Vanessa yelled as she strutted into the werk room for all stars 6, she gave a brief pause before continuing “..again?”. She fluttered her lashes as she held her pose for the camera in front of her. When she turned to assess the room she instantly spotted Brooke Lynn’s smiling face.

She let out a big scream as she sped over to envelope Brooke in a hug. She wasn’t surprised to see Brooke here, if she’s honest, he’s the only one she was sure she was going to see.

It made sense to put them on another season together, logistically it should make good television. Two exes brought back together to the place they met to battle for the crown again. She got it, heck she would watch it. But if the producers are hoping for drama then they’re going to have to look somewhere else, she’s cool with Brooke now. They’ve been friends a lot longer than they had ever been together.

She pulled away from Brooke to hug the other girls in the room, throwing out compliments as she made her way around the work bench. It was a good set of queens this season, Nina, Asia and Jujubee to name a few.

Ever the one to stir the pot it was Asia that piped up with the question Vanessa was expecting and was happy to get out of the way. “So is this gonna be awkward for y’all?” she indicated between her and Brooke as if it she could possibly be talking about anyone else.

Brooke caught her eye from across the table where she stood holding a stupid little Canadian flag, just like last time. The nostalgia the image brought Vanessa didn’t hurt like would have a year ago. She had worried that walking into the werk room would hurt, that the memories they had created together would be scattered all over the studio. And they were, but it wasn’t painful anymore.

“Of course it’s not, Brooke Lynn is a good friend of mine” Brooke nodded in agreement as she spoke.

“Yeah, we’ve never been on bad terms”

“But I won’t hesitate to whop her ass if I see my name coming out of one of her titties” Vanessa punctuated this by raising a threatening eyebrow in Brooke’s direction.

She still loved Brooke Lynn, knew that she always would. There would always be a voice in the back of her head telling her that what they had wasn’t over. Of course she still had hope that they would get back together one day, that they would finally have the notebook experience she had longed for the first time around.

But now just wasn’t their time, this isn’t personal. It’s drag. She had learnt that from Brooke Lynn.

+1.

Brooke wins the crown. It feels right, he performed even better on All Stars than he had on season eleven. Vanessa is there when she’s crowned, smiling proudly from behind the camera that’s there to catch the top two’s reaction. She’s glad she hadn’t made it to the top two, she didn’t want to go against Brooke again. They had had that re-do on the show in a ‘lip sync for your legacy’ and Vanessa had beaten her, so she was at peace with that particular journey, they were even.

It was a few days after the crowing and Vanessa had offered to take Brooke out for drinks to celebrate her win. At this point it was coming up to three years since their breakup and Vanessa really values the friendship they had forged. She felt like she knew Brooke a lot better now, understood how he operates and why he does the things he does. The same quirks and character flaws that had broken her heart years prior now had new meaning to her.

Now she knew that the reason Brooke longed for freedom was because he didn’t have it as a child. She knew that it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t fully commit to her, that her being enough was never the issue, the issue lied within Brooke and it was his job to work on that.

Now, that wasn’t to say Vanessa didn’t have her own issues that she had to work on. She had entered every relationship she had ever been in with the expectations of a fantasy. She had set her standards so high that when the person inevitability let her down it hurt more than it should, so she had worked on that, she now knew the hardships of real life. She knew that she wasn’t living in a romcom, and she was at peace with that.

She had just gotten back from drinks and was about to take off her shoes when someone started knocking on her door, when she opened it she was surprised to see Brooke standing there. He was soaked from head to toe, it hasn’t stopped raining in LA all week, and she was about to open up the door and tell him to get inside, but something stopped her.

“Brock, what are you doing? Did you forget something?” She was honestly confused, they had had a good night, shared an Uber home. But Brooke was supposed to continue on to his apartment, and instead he was stood on her doorstep and the Uber was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m ready. I want to try again, I want to give you everything you’ve always wanted. I still love you, I never stopped loving you, I just, Shit Jose, I think we can make it work” The words rushed out of his mouth that even he seemed surprised.

Well fuck. This was everything Vanessa had wanted, everything she hadn’t let herself think about for a long time. He looked nervous, but he was standing sure, he didn’t look like he was about to change his mind and run his ass back to Canada.

Interest peaked, Vanessa stepped out into the rain and questioned him “What’s brought this on?” She was cautious, didn’t want to get her hopes up to soon.

“Winning the crown was everything I had been working towards all these years, and when I got it , I realized that success means nothing if you haven’t got anyone to share it with” he wrapped his hands around Vanessa’s waist and lent down to push their foreheads together before continuing.

“If you’d give me a chance I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make this work, I promise you things will be good this time. I’m ready to be the man you needed me to be three years ago” Vanessa was frozen, surely she’s dreaming. This was too good to be true, this couldn’t be real. Could it?

“Say something, Jose” He sounded like he was begging at this point, starting to think he’d read this all wrong. Maybe Vanessa didn’t want this anymore, maybe she thought they were better as friends, his mind was getting the better of him and he was just about to pull away when.

Vanessa snapped out of her trance and was quick to ease Brooke’s worry “Yes, yes, fuck yes. We can-I love you too.” She reached up putting her fingers through his damp hair, didn’t hesitate as she closed the gap and pulled him down into a kiss. There were no fireworks and the world didn’t stop like it did in the fairy tales her mom used to read to her as a kid. But it was perfect, it was home, it was Brooke.

“So we’re doing this?” He asked pulling away just slightly, the smile on his face clear as day in the lamp lit street.

“Yeah” she reached up and kissed him again “we’re fucking doing this”

Now she understood the saying that timing was everything. They were never going to work out after drag race wrapped, they were both at different points in their careers, Brooke just starting out post Drag race and Vanessa a year ahead of her. They wouldn’t of worked out if they had got back together on tour or the night before the final, they were in the middle of the tornado that was just speeding up.

But right now, as she stood there in Brookes arms in the pouring rain, she thinks that, yeah, this is perfect timing.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #basketbop #canon compliant #s11

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Pairing: TBZ’s Sangyeon x OC [Yeon] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 4,580 Summary: Yeon shows up to work on her first day already late, but more important she already made a bad impression on her boss. What’s worst is that now he wants her to write a report from last year’s information and she’s not sure if she’s gonna be able to keep the job.

Warning: none, swear words lol

just like Errands, this story is new and then again not new. it takes place around the same time as Errands as i had wanted it to be a two main character sort of thing, but it just never got completed or well thought out. i had originally wrote this with another idol in mind and had changed it to Sangyeon as i wanted someone else and he seemed to quite fit it. also, didn’t want this thing to be forgotten and not share. so i may or may not continued this into further like Errands and will just let it be for now. other than that, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"I'm late. I'm late. I'm so fuckin' hella late." Yeon muttered as she sped walk through the underground parking garage towards the elevators once she was dropped off by her sister, Seul, not that long ago.

"It's my first day on the job, and yet here I am already running late and shit. Fuck my life."

Yeon continued in slight frustration with her focus still on making to the elevators as fast as possible without paying attention to her surrounding as she was so focused on her ranting. This caused Yeon to be tunneled vision that she didn't notice or hear a car coming up just a row behind as the vehicle practically slammed its break immediately upon seeing her after she had passed the said row. The driver honked at her and although alert she was still in a flustered state, Yeon momentarily stopped in her tracks and stomped the front bumper of the car out of annoyance.

"Watch where you're going, Stupid Head!" She spat in disgust before jogging the rest of the way.

Sangyeon raised an eyebrow with a disapproving shake of his head.

"People these days have no self-awareness."

He looked left and right to make sure there was no other person in view so that he could drive on before Yeon had popped out of no where.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The elevator door opened and Yeon quickly smoothed out her clothing before exiting the lift and headed towards the receptionist's desk with a calm smile.

"Hello. I'm Yeon Lee and I'll be starting today." Yeon introduced herself while lifting her ID badge so the young woman could notice it. "I'm just not sure where to report to."

"Ah, just give me one moment, Ms. Lee."

The receptionist, Haeyoon, smiled at her before returning to her computer screen to type in the information.

"May I see your badge again please?"

"Uh, yes."

Yeon lifted the plastic item for Haeyoon to scan the barcode of her employee card before returning to her computer to look up the information. Yeon watched Haeyoon as she inputted the necessary information before printing out something and handing it over to Yeon.

"You're actually at NEOZ Group here and the one that you'll be reporting to will be with CREK.ERZ Group instead. " Haeyoon explained. "If you walk down that corridor, then you'll be greeted with a Chahee Park and she'll direct you to where you should be."

"Oh, okay. Thank you. I didn't realize there were more than one." Yeon thanked her with a sheepish smile.

"No worries and it's okay. For some reason a lot of people think NEOZ is the main entrance when there's actually four entrances in total."

"Ah, okay. Um, thank you once again, Ms. Park." Yeon thanked her after seeing her name placard to the side before heading to where she needed to go.

As she walked down the hallway, Yeon wondered how big this place that it had four entrances and two different companies within it. Anyways, when she finally made it to the other end and entered a different part of the complex she finally saw another receptionist desk. She walked up the area and spotted the placard with the name Chahee Park on it.

"Hello." Chahee greeted Yeon with a smile upon noticing her walk up. "How may I help you?"

"Hello. Um, a Haeyeoon Park from NEOZ Group gave me this." Yeon replied while handing over the piece of paper that she was given earlier.

"Alright, just give me one moment."

Chahee took the paper and read its content. She then inputted something into her computer and shot Yeon a patient smile before her attention went back onto the monitor before her. After a few more clicks, Chahee reached over to pull out a drawer, grabbed a file after sifting through it, and handed the manila folder towards Yeon with a smile.

"Alright, you're all set, Ms. Lee." Chahee stated before gesturing in the direction that she should head over to.

"If you walk along this way to my right and out through those doors and into another part of the building, then you'll be heading to the seventh floor and Mr. Lee will inform you about your position as I have already notified him of your arrival."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Park." Yeon thanked her with a grateful smile. "Have a great day."

"The same to you as well."

Yeon shot her another friendly smile before heading on over to the way that Chahee had informed her about. After exiting the doors of the previous building she was in and making her way along the pathway to the next building over, Yeon calmly psyched herself up as she headed towards the elevators. She pressed the button for the seventh floor once she was inside and let out a deep breath as random thoughts crossed her mind.

"Kwangin better not have set me up with some workaholic boss or something because if he did, I'ma strangle him when this day's over. That depends if I even get to keep the job as I'm still hella late."

A sound dinged indicating she reached her designated floor and on the other side stood Sangyeon already waiting for her.

"Oh, hello." Yeon greeted him with a smile. "You must be Mr. L-"

"Stupid Head." Sangyeon interjected with a smirk upon recognizing the female from earlier.

The smile upon Yeon's face diminished upon recalling that particular event that happened not too long ago. She groaned inwardly already knowing she just gave him a bad first impression of herself before she even officially started. Yeah, she was not getting this job at the end of the day.

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Sangyeon led Yeon around the department as he introduced her to the other staff and informed her about the office procedures. Yeon also learned that she would be working directly under him and assumed she would be just another worker like the others she had just been introduced to until she was led to the desk just outside his office.

"Staring today, Ms. Lee, you'll be working as my secretary." Sangyeon explained as she unconsciously let out her confusion of what he had just said.

"You're what now?"

"My secretary." Sangyeon repeated as he gave her an analytical look. "Ms. Lee, were you not aware of the position you were hired for?"

Yeon debated if she should lie or not and went with the latter as to not add more to her already bad first impression.

"Unfortunately no, I was not, Mr. Lee. I was only told that I would be working at KC Corp and nothing more."

Yeon watched as Sangyeon turned to the side to let out a few controlled breaths before facing her with a weird smile.

"Well then, Ms. Lee, luckily for you, you were specifically and personally handpicked for this position due to a very high recommendation."

Yeon didn't question it as she did have a funny feeling about this whole thing as she only filled out an application and didn't even get an interview. All she knew was that she was told straightaway that she got the job a few days later after giving her application to Kwangjin about two weeks ago.

"Now, Ms. Lee," Sangyeon gestured at the large pile of manila folders about a half a foot or so tall on the desk she would be occupying, "I would like for you to go through all of these and sort them out accordingly as the previous secretary was unable to do her job accurately."

"Okay. Anything in particular I should be looking for when sorting them out?"

"Yes. Write a report based on the information within these folders of the cash flow transactions of CRE.KERZ Group along with its association to the groups within KP Corp. Please compare the transactions from last year to now and a monthly break down comparison of this year's transaction. Afterwards, present to me your finding when you're done with that."

Yeon nodded as Sangyeon continued speaking.

"Hold all my calls for today. If any visitors, then please turn them away. I do not want to be disturb unless it's lunch time. Knock three times before entering."

Yeon mentally took note of it all with a nod indicating that she had acknowledged his words.

"Also, postpone today's and tomorrow's meetings and reschedule them at the earliest convenience."

Yeon nodded again for affirmation and was about to ask Sangyeon about the whole online software that kept all of the data that he had mentioned earlier, but her boss had already walked away and into his office with a soft slam behind him. She let out a sigh as she sat at her desk while staring at her computer screen.

"Crap. He didn't even tell me my login info.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Thank you so much, Chanhee."

Yeon thanked her new co-worker as the male had spent at least an hour in helping her with the program and logging in which was basically her employee number as the username and the password was the last digits of her social security.

"No problem, Yeon. Glad to be of help."

Chanhee smiled as he let Yeon back onto her computer as he lingered around her desk a little longer.

"Is there anything else you'll need help with?"

"I don't think so." Yeon answered while scanning all the contents on the monitor before remembering some things.

"Ah, could you help me out with a few things that Mr. Lee asked me to do?"

"Sure."

Chanhee answered her questions along with explaining how things work and how to operate it. He finally let her control the computer when she finally got the hang of it. Yeon opened up the e-mail page to send out the e-mails in regards of the rescheduling Sangyeon's meetings for today and tomorrow while also opening up a word document to work alongside her when she went over the stack of files before casting Chanhee a smile.

"Thank you once again. You're really super helpful."

"You're welcome and glad to be of a service."

Chanhee was about to walk back to his own area when he heard Yeon call for his name.

"Yes?"

Yeon opened the first folder she saw and it had so many numbers on it. She showed it to Chanhee with a hopeful expression.

"How good are you with numbers and do you think you can explain a little more stuff to me about the transaction and KP Corp itself?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yeon was in the middle of writing the report after much help from Chanhee when her attention was called away from the computer monitor to someone loudly knocking at her desk to get her attention. Yeon thought it may have been Chanhee or another co-worker, but her expression remained the same when she glanced up to see a young woman standing there instead.

"Hello. How may I help you?"

"I'm here to see Sangyeon." The woman stated with a slight haughty attitude.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Lee isn't seeing any visitors today."

The woman crossed her arms across her chest while giving Yeon a condescending look.

"Well, tell him that his fiancee is here to see him. He'll see me if you mention that."

Yeon found it odd upon hearing that as Sangyeon did tell her to turn away all visitors and didn't make any exceptions, especially for a fiancee.Yeon decided not to buzz it in to her boss and opted to do it face to face instead since she didn't want to get involved if something went down between her boss and this woman.

"Please give me one moment."

Yeon feigned a polite smile while standing up and making her way over to Sangyeon's office. She knocked three times and waited a second or two before entering. She closed the door behind her for more privacy so that the woman couldn't overheard anything.

"Yes, Ms. Lee?"

Sangyeon briefly glanced up from his work to gaze at her before returning them to the papers laid out in front of him.

"It's too early for lunch and I hope you have a good reason to be in here unless it concerns the report I asked of you."

"Um, it's not about the report, but your fiancee is h-"

"My what?"

Sangyeon looked up with a confused expression.

"Your fiancee."

Yeon repeated with a calm tone.

"I don't have a fiancee, Ms. Lee."

"Well the woman outside is claiming that she's your fiancee and would like to see you. She said that you would see her if I told you that."

Sangyeon abruptly got up from his chair and marched his way over to discreetly peeked through the blinds to see who this woman was. Yeon somehow found it amusing for some odd reason, but kept quiet and suppressed a laugh from escaping. She heard him let out a soft curse, but missed what he had actually said afterwards. He swiftly faced Yeon and she shied away from the intense look he gave her.

"Tell her I'm not in." Sangyeon told Yeon.

"That's not possible as I've been in here for more than a few seconds and she would know if you were in or not, Mr. Lee." Yeon remarked with a casual tone.

"Tell her I'm busy and having a conference call at the moment then."

"Okay."

Yeon was about to exit the office, but Sangyeon's voice had her turning around to face him again.

"Her name is Nayoung Im and make note of this as I will not repeat myself. Always turn her away and anyone associating themselves with her."

"Okay." She answered not really sure if this was gonna be a usual thing.

Yeon left closing the door softly behind her. She walked back to her desk, but didn't sit back down and stood behind it instead to face the woman to give them space if something should occur.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Lee is busy and in a conference call at the moment. I apologize for your wait, but he cannot meet with you today."

"Did you not tell him who I was? I'm his fiancee." Nayoung repeated with a urgent tone. "Tell him that a Nayoung Im is here to see and speak with him."

"Ma'am, I'm very well aware of that fact, but there's nothing I can do for you as I already let him know of your presence. Still though, he's preoccupied and I don't know when he'll be free to meet with you."

Yeon noticed how Nayoung clenched her fists as her jaw worked out of annoyance, but calmed herself down a few seconds later.

"I'll be back and he'll have to talk to me. Mark my words."

Nayoung cast Yeon a dark look before she turned away on her heels and almost looked like she stomped away in a tantrum-like fit. Yeon let out a sigh and shook her head hoping that she wouldn't have to deal with that woman ever again. She sat back down and resumed her work already wishing for the day to be over.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Luckily, the Nayoung woman didn't come back and Yeon was able to progress well on her workload. Of course she couldn't deny the fact that she had several of her new co-workers stop by and chit-chat with her. Majority of them being helpful like Chanhee while others were curious about how she ended up as Sangyeon's new secretary since it was a tough screening process. While the rest were envious and wished they could have been the one to be his new secretary, the others were not. Yeon just now knew to steer clear of those that wanted her position.

Just an hour before lunch time rolled around Sangyeon opened his office door and peered at the back of Yeon's head wondering when she was going to deliver his meal to him. He could have buzzed her, but he was slightly annoyed already as his new secretary was already ten minutes late with his food. Also he was wondering when he'll get the report. He figured she would have had it done by now with how Kwangjin praised her work ethics. Of course, she did have to deal with his ex-girlfriend and it was her first day on the job so Sangyeon let it slide for now.

Then again, Yeon wasn't as bad as his last secretary who always pestered him every fifteen minutes to check up on him disrupting his and others' working hours. She also matched her schedule with his to appear like they had some secret office romance going on when they didn't. It was seriously a hassle to deal with. Anyways, Sangyeon made his way over to Yeon and stood off to the side until she noticed him. Yeon didn't noticed him as she was too busy typing away at the keyboard to get the report done for him. Sangyeon coughed to get her attention a few seconds later, but he failed in capturing her attention. He coughed louder this time around getting her attention and she glanced over her shoulder at her boss.

"Yes, Mr Lee?"

"Do you know what time it is?" He asked as Yeon's attention glanced to her computer monitor for the time.

"Ah, let's see. It's eleven-fifty-three." She answered while resuming her typing without returning her gaze back onto Sangyeon.

"Your meal should be here soon. The usual delivery guy is out and they sent a different person. He just got stuck in traffic and so he's running a little."

As she finished explaining the situation the phone rang and she immediately picked it up.

"Hello, this is Yeon Lee of the Accounting Department of CRE.KERZ Group. How may I help you?"

Sangyeon watched Yeon indifferently while awaiting his lunch even though doing that wouldn't make time go faster and get the actual food into his stomach. It wasn't until he heard his secretary tell the person on the other line to send up the person to their floor. After the call, Yeon faced her boss with a polite smile.

"Your food is here. I'll be right back with it."

She went to fetch the items, returned shortly afterwards while setting her own order onto her desk, and presented Sangyeon with the other.

"So Kwangjin told me that you like sashimi and so that's what I ordered you."

Sangyeon eyed the items in her hands before glancing at the one she had set on her desk.

"What's the other one?"

"Oh, it's fried rice balls. That's for me."

"I'll take that one instead."

He picked up the dish along with the utensils from her desk and headed back to his office, but not before announcing, "I hope that report of yours is done for me to review when lunch is over," and he closed his door with a loud click.

Yeon frowned a bit annoyed at his behavior while shooting the sashimi a disgusted look.

"I don't even like this and I thought it was his favorite. Did Kwangjin tell me wrong?"

She let out a deep sigh just at that moment Chanhee popped up beside her with a cheery tone.

"Hey, Yeon, how about we go and grab lunch together? I'll introduce you to the others from the other departments and groups."

"Sorry, Chanhee, I can't." Yeon apologized while turning to him with a half-smile. "Not hungry, but you can have this though."

She then held out the bowl for him to take which he did with a puzzled expression.

"Enjoy the meal as I still have to finish up my report for Mr. Lee. Maybe next time?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. If you need any help, then please don't be shy to let me know."

"Thanks, Chanhee, and will do."

Yeon wave him off as she returned to what she was doing before her boss interrupted her about his lunch meal. While sighing she went to take a peak at her mobile device as it was technically lunch. She saw a messaged from her sister, Seul, with food for her and that she was on her way to the same place for a job. Yeon happily left her desk to grab the rice burgers that Seul had picked up for her along with a bubble tea.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Finally!" Yeon exclaimed as she hit the print button. "Took me another two hour than he wanted, but at least it's done now."

She made her way to the printer room to retrieve her report while carrying an empty folder she found while going through her desk. After punching holes in the pages to placed them into the said folder she made sure everything was all in order and not out of place. Yeon then made her way back towards her boss' office and softly knocked on it three times. She waited four seconds before actually entering this time around.

"Here's the report that you wanted, Mr. Lee."

Sangyeon glanced up at her briefly before returning to the document before him.

"I asked for that report two hours and nine minutes ago, Ms. Lee, but I originally expected it a little over three hours ago."

"But of course you did. Next time I'll make sure to deliver it on time, Mr. Lee."

She wanted to explained to him on why it took her so long due to the incompetency of his last secretary that had mixed up practically all of the files and even forgot a majority of last year's data entry. Luckily, Chanhee was able to explain and help her out a lot that she was able to get all the information needed. Yeon also wanted to mention about the influx of e-mails and calls she had to settled on his behalf. Which most of them were in regards to the rescheduling of meetings and holding of all of his calls. Still, Yeon refrained from doing so as it was her first day and it was new to her too. She opted on thinking to just place the black folder on his desk, but Sangyeon silently held out his hand for her to place it there instead to which she did. Just as she was about to bid him a goodbye, Sangyeon stopped her.

"Wait, Ms. Lee."

"Yes, Mr. Lee?"

"Please deliver these to a Yein Ahn in Sales."

Yeon waited as he finished signing the last page of the document before handing it over to her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She left his office to head on over to Sales, but realized she had no idea where that exact department was actually located. Yeon walked towards Chanhee's desk, but the male wasn't in sight. She slightly frowned as she looked for someone else to ask for directions and brightened up when she saw another helpful co-worker.

"Hi, Haknyeon." She greeted the male as Haknyeon gazed up at her from his own work with a smile of his own.

"Hi, Yeon. Need something?"

"Ah, yes. Can you tell me where Sales is? Mr. Lee wanted me to deliver something to a Yein Ahn there."

"Oh sure. There's two ways to get there based on your preference of which way to go."

Haknyeon grabbed a blank piece of paper and started writing something while explaining the two ways for Yeon.

"Okay, so the first way is to go back down to the lobby and pass the receptionist desk to the other building on the east side which is the B Building and head for the fifth floor. The other way is to take the elevator from here which we're the C Building to the third floor and cross this long hallway that connects all of the buildings together and then take that elevator to the fifth floor when you see building B."

"Which one is the quickest way?" Yeon asked not sure which route to take.

"The hallway one."

"Okay. Tha-"

"But it's the most distracting way."

"What do you mean?"

Haknyeon cast her a hidden smile.

"Let's just say don't bring your wallet."

Yeon regarded him a bit.

"Um, why do you make it sound like something illegal is going down there."

Haknyeon laughed upon hearing Yeon's words.

"I don't mean it like that, but there's a reason why it's a very long hallway that connects all the buildings together."

Before Yeon could question him about it, she heard her name being called from behind her by her boss.

"Ms. Lee, is there a reason why you're still standing here and not over at Sales like I've asked you to nearly five minutes ago?"

Feeling embarrassed she bowed to Haknyeon as a thanks while partially turning around to bow at Sangyeon in apologies.

"Going."

She scurried off without a glance back while Sangyeon cast Haknyeon a look with the latter just smiling innocently at him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Are you actually eating while working on the clock at the same time even though lunch time is over?" Sangyeon asked Yeon when he exited his office to return her report back to her and noticed the large pile of junk food on her desk.

"Yeah." She simply replied while still biting into her choco pie with one hand as the other slowly typed out a response for an e-mail. "Why?"

"Because it's against the company's policies, Ms. Lee."

Yeon was in mid-bite when she heard the tone of voice before registering it to be her boss. She slowly faced him as she finished the bite and slowly chewed the semi-chocolate and marshmallow treat.

"Is it? I don't remember you mentioning that earlier this morning."

Yeon ended up finishing the rest of her snack and turned her attention away from Sangyeon and back to her monitor. He knew that she had already eaten lunch since she came back with another meal after he stole her meal and gave the one meant for him to Chanhee. He also knew that Haknyeon had informed her about the vending machine hallway and how his secretary now ended up with a pile of snacks and drinks because of it. Sangyeon sighed, but didn't comment again about the snacking and instead placed the folder onto her desk.

"The report was thorough and informative. Easy to follow and comprehensive. Well done, Ms. Lee." Sangyeon complimented with a firm tone. "Now, if you could write up notes for my meetings that you've rescheduled in the same manner that would be great. I'll be looking forward to your progress here at CRE.KERZ Group."

"Uh, thank you so much, Mr. Lee." Yeon said with a nod. "I look forward to my progress here as well."

Sangyeon cast her a small smile before returning to his office. Yeon before slumping into her seat. She felt tired and tensed, but assumed it was all because of the first impression she had given to Sangyeon at the parking garage. Then again just now she felt relieved in knowing that he had appreciated her work and that was a good sign. Grabbing another choco pie, Yeon noticed her phone had a new notification and she quickly went to check on it as she wanted to see the progress of her sister's job interview. Upon reading it she was thrilled that Seul got the job that she messaged her back that they needed to celebrate on their first day. After that, Yeon went about writing out a detailed meeting itinerary for her boss' upcoming meetings with a chipper mood knowing that this job was secure for the time being.

#staytheb #tbzfics #the boyz scenarios #lee sangyeon

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Chapter 24

Eric

 "Mornin'," I mumbled to Deja as I walked into the shop with all of my equipment in my Nike duffle bag.

"Good morning. Issa fresh pot of coffee in the lounge if you need it." she said sweetly and I nodded, going about my business after mumbling a quick 'thank you' with a forced smile.

I wasn't in the mood to crack jokes or sip dirt, I just wanted to take care of my clients for today and head the fuck home.

After the week I've had, offing myself seemed to be the only solution out of it. But, I knew that would make for more problems concerning my loved ones.

I laid out all of my equipment neatly across my desk and mumbled along to Jaded while tryna get this day started. I had all my hair growing out, my weight going up and down, I ain't have the desire to eat no more, and shit just stopped making sense.

I checked out all the boxes on Robyn's checklist, I was the perfect nigga for her. She glowed up through me, man. I wasn't tryna force her into anything, our relationship was so organic, I felt like I was walking on glass to fuckin' please her while she kept breaking mirrors in the meantime, playing hard to get for no fuckin' reason. I mean, I know you been hurt the last three times but I wanted to be her testimony, I wanted to be that E Harmony commercial for her, I wanted to be set apart from those niggas but instead, she placed me right in the box, adjacent to all them fuck niggas.

"Hey, Toby just called and asked to reschedule ya'lls session. Tomorrow night cool?" Deja poked her head into my office and I nodded.

Sighing heavily, I tossed my tattoo gun back on my desk and sunk into my chair. The only shot I had at clearing my mind of this fuck shit was put on hold. I loved what I did, especially when I was going through something, making others feel joy that I could never obtain is what it was all about for me. This girl really got my head fucked up.

After Dej hung up with my client, she came back in and hopped on my chair, across from me and started examining my face. I turned away from her before she could notice anything and dug into my bag for my bottle of Henny. "Ricky." she spun me around and sighed, taking the bottle out of my hands.

"Please talk to me, if it's about what I said the other night-" I put my finger to her lips and mushed her face back. "You 'bout close as shit, ain't you?" I chuckled lowly and she gave me a smile filled with hope.

My happiness was always top on her list. I loved the shit out her gay ass, bro. Forever and always, ever since tenth grade. "Nah, yo carpet munchin' ass ain't got shit to do with this."

"Bitch," she slapped my hand away with a small laugh, and got serious shortly after.

"I'm worried about you, E."

"Don't worry about me, Deja. I'll bounce back."

"Not if you keep tryna handle this by yourself." I twisted my curls with one hand and laid back and let her words sink in.

"I ain't got nobody else. I know I always got you, D. But, reporting shit to you over and over get old."

"I'm willing to listen. You're self-destructing by the week. Each time I see you, it's worse. Talk."

"You know the situation with shawty."

"I do. I also know that you've never been going through such a drought over a girl. That's usually my role."

"How you and Shellz?" I asked and she sucked her teeth. "Fuck how me and her are doing. I don't care about that right now. All I know is that if I lose you, bro-"

"You not gon' lose me, Deja. You and my fam always gon' run through my mind before I think about doing some selfish shit." I kicked her softly when she got to getting teary eyed.

"You hear me?" I asked, still looking up at the ceiling. If I look at D when she crying, I was bound to start crying with her ugly ass. "Yeah," she sniffled and wiped her eyes gently so she wouldn't mess up her beat. "back to you and Robyn."

"Yeah, I loved her, still got love for her. I thought we had something real. I ain't classify her like a basic ass Memphis hoe. I'm hurtin' hard." I said truthfully. It finally felt like someone was removing the bricks from off my chest, one by one.

“I did all this shit just for her to gon' and get pregnant by a nigga she told me ain't built for love, ain't sensitive enough towards her." I wiped my eyes and shook my head.

"I'm sorry, E. Come here." she pulled me up and reeled me into her arms just as I finally let my tears fall. "The one time I let my guard down and try this love shit again, man. She gotta fuckin' baby on the way." I sobbed loudly and hugged Deja back.

"She tellin' me all this bullshit about her exes, for what? Making me wait for what? Defending her fuckin' honor for what? Bitch had me lookin' crazy, thinking I was about to start a family with her. I'm happy as all fuck, screaming out my car window on interstates, spreading fake ass news to strangers, thinking of baby names. Nigga, for what!?"

Deja consoled me calmly and wiped my tears which was all cool but, Robyn still fuckin' played me. Played the shit outta me and had me convinced that I was gon' be the nigga to heal her from all the wrong her exes did. I guided her in that direction of her self-worth and she started feelin' herself, treating me like I wasn't the one in corner from the minute her pretty ass walked into my shop. Two days fresh off the plane from NYC.

"Not like it's being brought up or anything, but you know that I'm always gunna be loyal to family, right? Not saying that my friendship with shawty is done because that's sis, but, I'll always be here for you. Whenever." I nodded.

"Now stop all this fuckin' crying before your chocolate ass melt in here, Tyrese." She said and I laughed so fuckin' loud, bro. I was so relieved to have a real one on speed-dial.

"It's still fuckin' with me though, cuz. We grown as fuck, how she still making these baby ass mistakes?"

"You see the way she looks at dude?" Dej asked and I shrugged.

"She loves the fuck outta that rollercoaster of a nigga. Sometimes when you go through hell with someone, you always gon' be curious to know if you ever gon' make it out that bitch with the same person. I'll personally let Shelby's ass burn but this ain't about me. Ya'll just wasn't the ones for one another and you gotta accept that,"

"I'ma try, dawg. This shit is still so fresh."

Robyn

After hearing a slight noise coming from downstairs, that turned out to be nothing, I've been trying to fall back into my deep slumber but I just couldn't. My baby and I were wide awake, frustrated, and hungry as fuck. I trotted downstairs and turned all of the lights on and went to search for something to eat but, my only options were; ice, mayonnaise, and wheat bread. I groaned aloud and hopped on the counter.

Every place that delivered was closed and I wasn't about to cook at four in the damn morning. I shot a few text messages to Deja, Winter, and Odell and finally gave up on their bum asses when ten minutes went by without replies. I'ma remember this shit when they need me to sew some shit up for them.

I blew air out of my cheeks and went teary-eyed, scrolling through my contacts for some hope. As if I wasn't emotional enough, this pregnancy turned out to make me more of a crybaby than I used to be. Jaylen's new nickname for me was Bubbles, shawty from the Powerpuff Girls.

It fucked me up because I couldn't even fight about it, she was my favorite one. I smiled as I thought about all the hell I put him through, he was still my best friend. The fact that I was about to co-parent with his extra ass always put a smile on my face. We're gunna be bomb ass parents.

I finally shrugged and just decided to call him, I always try to give him his space and not call him first and since he lives about a half hour away, but he always comes to my rescue, even if I do call him last.

"Robyn, the world better be on fuckin' fire, my baby better had climbed out ya walls, or you dead, my nigga. What. the. fuck. could you possibly want at four-thirty in the bitch ass morning?" He groaned in his sleepy voice. I involuntary blushed at the sound of his voice and played with the ends of my hair nervously.

"I'm hungry as fuck, Lenny." he sighed loudly and shuffled around.

"Go cook some shit, Rob, a nigga in here sleep. I just got in the crib like two hours ago."

"I haven't went shopping. I'm barely here."

"Pull up. I got some shit you could cook."

"I'm scared. You know I don't drive at night. Pleaseeee?" He got silent for a second until I heard his light snores in my ear. I sucked my teeth and yelled his name.

"You always have been long-winded as shit. Yo boring ass put me right back to sleep."

"Jay!" I whined and he cursed lowly under his breath.

"You at least have an idea of where you wanna go?"

"No." I mumbled sheepishly. "You choose."

"I AIN'T THE ONE THAT'S FUCKIN' HUNGRY!" He half-yelled and I started to apologize to him through sobs. "Aight, I accept ya apology man. Damn, this pregnancy makin' you act so fuckin' lightskin. I'm coming."

"Thank you." I smiled and wiped my wet face. "Your brat ass already knew I was gon' end up cavin' anyway."

"No." I mumbled while shaking my head yes. Not even on some manipulative shit, Jaylen has been giving me whatever it is that my heart desired. It was all mostly food. "Whatever liar. Gimme twenty minutes. Stay up!"

"Okay." he hung up and I smiled, hopping off the counter and going to lay on the couch while watching Dexter's Laboratory.

*****

I finally decided on Waffle House and took it to-go. It was too cold in there. Jaylen and I just sat in his car and ate with my playlist playing from his Bluetooth.

"Thank you." I grinned while adding sugar to my grits, looking over at him batting my eyelashes. He rolled his eyes and looked at my stomach. "Anything for ya'll, man." I laughed loudly and he smirked at how obnoxious and random it was.

"Why you laughing like that, nigga?"

"Remember the night I only wanted the milk from the Fruity Pebbles and I made you eat-" the more I told the story, the harder I began to laugh.

"Hell yeah, I remember that fuck shit. I can't wait till this shit over and you have my next three babies, I ain't gotta do shit else."

"Bye. No more babies for me." I shook my head and ate my breakfast. I could feel his eyes on me as the car went silent, and I tried my hardest to ignore it. His stares were so intense. Eye contact was a big thing for him; during conversations, sex, even arguments. That's what made me fall for him in the first place, his beautiful ass eyes.

"Is it good?" he finally said and I nodded while snapping my fingers to the throwback Monica song playing. "Want some?" I asked and he nodded. I opened another plastic fork and handed it to him.

We ate together and cracked some more jokes until dawn, I forgot how stressed I've been this week and he was wide awake now as we drove through Memphis, singing along to our favorite songs. His ass never told anyone but he was actually an amazing singer.

I stared at him with so much love in my eyes and he looked over for a split second and started rubbing my stomach. "You good?"

"Yeah. I just-, I'm-"

"Man, I love yo ass more, Rob. Issa big ass elephant in the room everytime we together. Sometimes I be up at night, thinking about you and how much I fuckin' love you. I'm cool right now without the relationship. At least I got you as my Ace. Still my homie, my ride or die."

"Same. You don't miss it though?"

"We toxic. Of course I miss yo kisses and yo fuck game but I ain't with all the extra stress and pressure of tryna be the perfect man right now. I just wanna be the perfect father and yo perfect support system. I don't wanna break your heart again."

I nodded. "I finally know what it feels like to be on the other side of that." I sighed.

"Whatchu mean?"

"Eric."

"Shit, I would've been threw myself off the Hernando Bridge if I was THAT nigga." he smirked. "Nigga lost the best bond ever. Issa W for me, he gotta gon' and transfer that L from Meek Mill's checking." We laughed loudly.

"Stop, I'm going to Hell for laughing." I mumbled, holding my stomach.

"For real. I couldn't imagine being around you everyday, thinking I'm about to start a family with you, only to have it all be a fuckin' pipe dream. Trust me, shit ain't easy tryna live without you. Dreams with you in them don't make reality no easier. Had my hoe ass crying with my pillow, listening to One Wish on full blast every night."

"I'm not the shit like that." I flipped my hair playfully and smiled.

"You is. We all got growing up to do as young adults, but when that glo up hit you and you out here handling shit like a boss. Can't no bitch touch you. Ain't nobody touching you now, I won't let them."

"I love you, Jay Bear." I pecked his cheek repeatedly until he turned his head and snuck a kiss from my lips. I gasped and hit him softly.

"You actin' like you ain't never kiss me before. Like you ain't never taste yaself off these lips. Calm down."

I blushed and sunk into my seat, finishing off my food. "We done, Dora the fuckin' Explorer? Can I go to sleep now? It's almost seven." he yawned and I yawned after him.

“Yeah."

"You sleepin' over, I'm not driving all the way back to East Cutty Bum Fuck right now." I smirked and nodded as he started to drive back to his place.

I fell asleep on his king-sized bed with his big ass dog, Zeus at my feet and he fell asleep on the futon right across from the bed just in case anything happened. Time was healing us and I was content with where I stood with him, a place that I thought I'd never see us standing in. Ya'll know I used to hate his mean ass at the beginning of our journey.

I scratched my head as I looked at all of the mess in this house from unpacking. Jaylen wasn’t here right now, so I decided to do him a favor and clean because I didn’t mind.

Making sure that all the boxes were empty before I threw them out, I came across a couple of pictures of the both of us. Pictures that I didn’t even remember taking. The fact that he still has them made me smile wide. Jaylen still cares.

I pulled my phone out, taking a picture of them and sending them to Jaylen.

what you doing with these 🧐 3:37 pm

why you in my shit nigga 3:38 pm

I was cleaning 3:39 pm

you da best 4 that 🏼 just don’t hurt yourself mama & you know how we rockin even when we not rockin. feel me? 3:41 pm

I laughed to myself, tossing my phone on the couch. I wanted to ask him where he was, but I decided to keep cleaning. Jaylen unpacked everything and moved all the new furniture in, but nothing was organized.

To set the mood, I lit up a few candles and turned on some music so time could go by faster.

It was getting mighty toasty in here so I put my hair up in a bun and went to go change in a comfortable maxi dress. Now I was ready to clean.

Between singing along to Whitney’s untouchable vocals, cleaning and organizing every room in this house, I definitely worked up a sweat. When I was done, I smiled at my hard work and grabbed a water bottle before sitting down on the couch and turning on Power. Jaylen was gonna be mad that I started watching it without him, but I’ve been dying to watch it.

“Robby!” I heard Jayla’s voice come from behind me. I turned around to see her running up to the couch. Jayla was just the sweetest little bundle of joy.

“Hey pretty girl! I missed you! What you been up to?” I smiled at her as I sat her down on my lap.

“I made you a bracelet! Look!” She pulled out a beaded bracelet from her pocket with my favorite colors on it. The fact that she remembered was really special to me.

“Jayla girl.. This is cayuuuuuuute! I love it, thank you! I’m never taking it off.”

“Pinky promise?” I laughed, wrapping my pinky around hers as she nodded.

“Man Jayla love the fuck outta you, she ain’t ever made me no bracelet. I’m lowkey jealous.”

“I adore her so much. Your dad ha-“ I stood up and turned around only to be looking at Jaylen and his father. I froze, because I never thought I’d be meeting his dad. Especially now. Jaylen wasn’t his father’s twin but they had similar features. His dad was really handsome though.

“Hi, Mr. Waters-“ I started to say as I held my hand out for him to shake. He paid my hand no mind, pulling me into a warm hug instead. God, his hugs reminded me of my dad’s hugs so much that I had to pull away immediately.

“Call me Jayceon, we family now.” He smiled at me genuinely.

“Nice to meet you Jayceon. I’m Robyn.”

“Oh yea I know, Jayla and this nigga right here don’t ever stop talking about you. This dude always in my ear telling me about how much you mean to h-“

“Aight, that’s enough talking for you old man.” I chuckled to myself, blushing. I was gonna have to pull his dad to the side later on and get him to spill some more tea.

“I gotchu later on Ms. Robyn. Just let me know.” He said referring to the tea he was just spilling. I laughed and nodded as I made my way into the kitchen to prepare some food since more people were here. I heard Boo’d Up playing from my phone and I had to start singing it. This was Jaylen’s song.

“Feeeeeeling! All ova my bodaaaaay!” I sang out loud as I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I would move them, but I was too into this damn song.

“You know how I like itttttt, ain’t gotta tell you what to do.” Jaylen sang in my ear as he rocked us from side to side. I had to snap out of it and stop singing, because it was getting hot in here.

While I stopped, I turned around only to have Jaylen still singing to me. I looked away, because I didn’t wanna smile. My eyes landed on Jayla who was standing there recording us on Jaylen’s phone.

“Cuties!” She ran away with Jaylen’s phone. My mouth formed in the shape of an O.

“How does Jayla know how to record?”

“My nigga 8, she ain’t 8 months.” I put my hand up pretending to back hand him, and he flinched making me laugh. Dude had a smart ass mouth. I bet his mouth got him in hella trouble at school.

“You lucky you pregnant, I’ll tackle yo ass.” I waved him off.

“How many times you got in trouble at school for that mouth of yours?”

“Boy, ion’ even know.”

“Damn shame.”

“My mama told me to speak the fuck up and never hold my tongue for a muhfucka and I’m glad she did. I got a voice, so ima use it.” He had a point, but he didn’t use his voice for the right reasons sometimes.

“Yea and she’s right, but you’re disrespectful with it sometimes.”

“Damn nigga, is you my therapist? I checked outta the center months ago.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“See!”

“I’m deadass. Tryna tell a nigga bout himself and shit. You just like my mama Robyn, I swear to God.” He snaked his arm around my shoulder.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Shit is different. You care for me like my mama did no matter how much shit I put you through.”

“Cause I love your stupid self.” I shrugged as he smiled.

“Y’all might as well kiss already, damn. I’m tryna watch Good Times but y’all over here acting out a scene from The Notebook.” I heard Jaylen’s dad voice causing me to jump. He made it extremely awkward for the both of us.

“Ima go shower.”

“I’m right behind you, cause this nigga mad nosey.” I laughed as his father flared at him while we both made our way to his bedroom.

“Bubba, Jassy’s calling you!” I heard Jayla say as I walked into the master bedroom that was Jaylen’s. I went straight to the bathroom because I didn’t want to hear their conversation. I guess that plan wasn’t so smart, because I could still hear her yelling from the phone all the way in here.

“Why you buggin’ like this?”

“Son, you’re out here on social media boo’d up with your fucking ex!” My eyebrows twisted up in confusion.

“Wait what? What you talking bout?”

“It’s all on ya snap dude!” I cursed to myself, because that’s probably what Jayla was recording.

“Jas, it’s not even like that.” I sighed, cutting on the shower water. This shit was already stressing me out.

I honestly didn’t even know she was his girlfriend now. I felt really bad. I guess this was gonna have to stop. Only time we need to talk is if it has something to do with our baby.

Just as I started to strip, Jaylen walked in and started looking in the pull cabinet. “Hey, could you take me home when I get out?” He turned around with a look of confusion on his face.

“Why? You bored or sumn’? I thought we wa-“

“We’re obviously getting too comfortable, and I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. You bought this house to raise the baby in, not for us to flirt and play around in.”

“Ion’ got no girlfriend, that’s m-“

“Ok, but you’re serious with her right?” He got quiet.

“Aight, I gotchu.” He said, clenching his jaw before grabbing his bottle of pills and walking out of the bathroom. I swear, every time I felt like our relationship was moving forward and getting healthier, shit would always go wrong.

Jaylen

“Bout gotdamn time.” I sighed, putting my back up against the wall. Man we done spent the whole damn week putting all of the furniture in my new crib. I was serious about getting this house here in Memphis. Shit was nice as hell.

If I ain’t have a life out back home, I’d definitely move out here. I couldn’t wait to watch our child grow up in this home.

“This shit dope. You might as well move out the condo and stay here bro.” Odell stated, as I took in his words. I felt that, and I actually wanted to, but I would lose hella money. Almost all of my clients are in New York... but I guess if they really fuck with me, I would just have to have my work shipped. I’d have to do some big ass promoting out here though. Ion know shit bout Memphis, but the country ass rappers. They hard though.

“I’m thinking about it.. I love the city though. That’s my home.”

“I feel you, but this a big change for you. You got a new beautiful ass home in a different state, baby on the way, and who knows.. God might have bigger and better opportunities for you out here.” This nigga had a good ass point. I couldn’t argue with that shit.

“Fuck you brah.” I laughed, as he shrugged with a smirk.

“What about you, Mr.Knowitall?”

“What about me?”

“Ankle healed, you been training, season coming up, you got Winter back.. where the ring and the baby at?” He sighed, making me laugh.

“Man, you make it sound so easy. I been tryna propose to her bald headed ass but there’s never time. I can’t remember the last time we actually sat and enjoyed each other’s presence. And you already know the answer to the baby part.”

“Tell her to sit her on the go ass down some where then.” This hoe Winter was always doing some shit and always on the scene whenever she wasn’t at work.

“I do-“

“Nigga, everybody knows you don’t. You probably try, and don’t take this the wrong way but sometimes you let Winter run over you bro. You need to tell her ass wassup.” He stayed quiet, stroking his beard while nodding.

“Hit her up.. right now.”

“She bus-“ I gave him a look and he waved me off, pulling his phone out his pocket.

I watched him click on her name and put her on speaker. It rang for quite some time, and he was about to hang up until we finally heard her voice. “What is it O? I told you not to call me during this time at work. You never li-“ We both started to tune her nagging out while I gave him to look. He nodded and started to speak.

“Nah, YOU never listen. Winter I been trying to spend time with you for the longest but you never wanna hear me out and you always blowing me off for shit. Ion’ give a fuck what you got going on when you get off work. All I know is you better be at my crib at 10 AM when I get back to NY in the morning. No if’s and’s or but’s. You hearing me?” I jumped up from the couch, dapping my nigga cause he finally grew his balls back. I taught my nigga well, man.

“But O-“

“What I say?” He asked, sternly as she sighed and stayed silent for a few seconds. Had that ass shook.

“Ok, I’ll be there..” I pressed the button to hang up as O stood up to his feet popping his collar. This nigga.

“My boy.” I smirked as we did our handshake.

“Aight nigga, now go do the same shit with Rob.” My smirk immediately fell, and I pointed to the door.

“I know you fucking lied.”

“I’m deadass.”

“Ion know what you muhfuckas don’t understand about the word TOXIC. Y’all want us to kill each other? I love that girl to death, I ain’t tryna hurt her again. She look mad happy without me. She making big moves, doing big things with out me and I’m happy for her. I wanna see her happy not constantly crying over me again.”

As much as I love the fuck outta Robyn, hurting her hurt me. Ion wanna jump back into another relationship when I already know I ain’t gone do right by her. We stay at each other necks and I’m just not ready for the stress and headaches again. Plus she pregnant with my child? Man hell nah, we do not need the stress. Robyn been fucking glowing, and I’d like to keep it that way.

“I know you hurt her before, everybody make mistakes. But everybody sees the way y’all look at each other. If you love her so much like you say you do, what the fuck is so hard about keeping her happy?��

I scratched my head.

“I ain’t shit and we both know I ain’t.” I shrugged.

“Talking to you is like talking to a wall, bruh.” He shook his head as he grabbed his things so that he could go to the airport. I ain’t feel like driving at all. I guess I go to Jas’ hotel and chill there for a few. I couldn’t wait to get in her shit.

Send me the addy and room # 7:56 PM

“So I got some shit I gotta break down to you.” She stopped eating her ice cream cone, and folded her arms. Sighing, she sat down next to me.

“If it’s bad news, I’m really not trying to hear it. I just got fired from my job over some dumb shit, so I’m really not in the mood for bad news.” She explained, as I started thinking while stroking my goatee. It wasn’t really bad news on my end.

“Just let me tell you. Ion’ want you to have to find some shit out on your own and then you gone be mad at me saying I never told you.” She sat quiet.

“Aight, so.. you know when I told you I could possibly be a father?” She had this uneasy look on her face.

“Yea..” she mumbled, looking down at the floor. I gently grabbed her chin, and made her look at me.

“Well I am.” The eye contact we once had was gone, and she started to look at the floor again, not saying a word.

“Jaylen, I migh-..” She sighed putting her face in her palms. Just as I was about to ask her to keep going, my phone rang. I didn’t answer it, because I wanted to hear what she had to say.

“What you was saying?” I tossed my phone to the side of me. She just shook her head and stood up.

“Never mind, I’ll be in the bathroom.” I sighed, picking my phone up to see who it was that wanted me. It was just Winter, but she was gone have to wait. I wanted to know what Jas was gone say.

I got up, going towards the direction of the bathroom only to see her leaning over the sink. “You good?”

“Could you bring me my sketch pad off of the table?” Jasmine asked as she gave me an uncomfortable look. She kept saying how her body was in pain.

Leaving the bathroom, I jogged in the living room of her suite and looked on the table for her sketch pad. She had a shit load of books on the table, so I was knocking a bunch of shit over. Almost everything ended up on the floor, so I had to look for it even harder now. I ain’t sign up for this shit.

Sighing, I kept looking around for her fuck ass sketch pad until my eyes stopped at a certain group of words.

Terminated Pregnancy Report

I realized that the papers were sticking out of a Manila folder, and the more I looked through them, the more my anger started to build up. Not Jasmine..

“Hey Jaylen, never mind I fo-“ she stopped in her tracks once she seen what was in my hands.

I closed my eyes and prayed. I prayed hoping that God would forgive me for what I was about to do to this girl. I prayed for him to give me some sort of knowledge to help me understand why the fuck this bitch would go behind my back and do some sick shit like this. She didn’t even tell me she was pregnant.

I plopped down on the floor, chuckling bitterly. “What the fuck is this, Jasmine?” She knew she fucked up, because she couldn’t say a damn thing.

“Man talk!” I yelled at her, getting up from my spot on the floor.

“What do you want me to say?!” She inched closer to me as she started to get teary-eyed.

“Man fuck them phony ass tears! Tell me why the fuck you would go behind my back and do some grimy shit like this! My nigga you killed not only one, but both of my fucking babies! You ain’t even let me know you was pregnant Jas, why the fuck would you do that?! Did you think about how I would feel?”

By now, tears were falling down from my face because I was fucking hurt. Twins might’ve been tough to handle right now, but I helped make them so it was only right that I help take care of them. My mama ain’t raise me to be a deadbeat. Ion even come off like that, so I’m still tryna process why Jas would do that shit.

“I-I.. I’m not ready for kids right now, Jaylen. You even said it yourself that you weren’t either.”

“So that give you the right to go and do that shit behind my fucking back?! You ain’t even tell me you was pregnant to begin with! We both was bein’ irresponsible having unprotected sex, so we was just gone have to deal with it!”

“I’m sorry, I didn-“

“Fucking murderer.” I looked at her with so much fucking disgusts. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to grab me, but I backed away from her, looking around for my keys.

“Where are you going?”

“Delete my number, and don’t ever come by my fucking house no more.” I stormed out, slamming her room door behind me. I could hear her screaming my name as I walked off and got onto the elevator but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit.

I was done with that bitch.

Before I flew out here to sign papers for the house and move in, I was spending damn near every day with her, meaning we was fucking damn near every day. Sometimes I’d be so horny that it wouldn’t even cross my mind to use a condom. I was on and off with them bitches. That’s where I fucked up.

She started throwing up at the most random times, and I didn’t pay no mind to it, because her ass got sick real easy. I started to put two and two together and realized she could possibly be pregnant. I asked her, and she told me no so I left it at that. I thought I could trust her, but I guess not.

How could you have it in your heart to kill an innocent child like that? That shit was foul as hell, and I couldn’t even think straight. My vision was getting blurry as hell, so I hope that I could get home as safe as possible.

I tried to take my mind off of this shit and just face the music. Right on time, Drake’s lyrics hit the fuck outta me.

No one to guide me, I'm all alone

No one to cry on

I need shelter from the rain, to ease the pain

Of changing from boy to a man

As I came to a stop light, I had an incoming call from Robyn. I didn’t wanna answer at all, but something could probably be wrong with her.

“W-what you need?” I sniffled as I rubbed my eyes.

“Hey do you wan- oh my God, are you crying?” She asked, concerned. I swear I just wanted to spill every last drop of this fucking tea to Robyn, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I just wanted to go home, smoke a wood, and go to sleep and not wake up, real shit.

“What you need, Robyn? The baby good?” I sighed taking the phone off of my face, forgetting this was a damn FaceTime call.

“Yea um, I just.. wanted to know if you wanted me to come bring you a plate because I cooked your fav...” She smiled innocently, as I shook my head no.

“To be real witchu’, ion’ even got an appetite right now. Ima fuck witchu’ later though.” I hung up before she could even respond.

After Robyn called, it’s like my phone started blowing the fuck up so I just powered my shit off. It took me bout 10 more minutes to reach my crib, and I couldn’t be more relieved to be home. I did some illegal shit to get here in just 10 minutes, but fuck it. Jail is the least of my worries right now.

Going straight to my bedroom, I decided not to smoke because I was way too tired anyways and my bed and pillows were calling my damn name. Swear my head ain’t even touched the pillow for 5 seconds, and I was already asleep. I ain’t ever been so fucking tired and drained in my life.

A few minutes into my deep slumber, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I opened my eyes, only to be met with Robyn sitting down next to me in my bed.

“Man I love you so fucking much, Robyn.” I mumbled, intertwined my fingers with hers, kissing her stomach.

“I love you too Lenny, I’m always here if you need me or wanna talk.” Was all I heard her say before she kissed my forehead, and I fell right back asleep.

#chrisbrown #chris brown #breezy #teambreezy #odell beckham jr #obj #cbfanfic #yodit yemane

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lethesomething · 7 years

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On Bakugou’s Pride

I feel like Bakugou is definitely one of the more complex characters in BnHA, absolutely the one with the biggest personal arc, the typical 'antagonist who is one of the good guys but also an asshole'. It's a trope, I'm sure. My initial idea was to make a single profile for him, but something like that would quickly become a full length novel because there's Way Too Much to unpack, so I'ma settle for a Whole Bunch of Smaller (but still Stupidly Long) meta's. Starting with: Bakugou's Pride, and his self-image. Also, since I'm far from the only person making BnHA analyses, shout-out to @saisai-chan who has posted just… so much Bakugou meta , and who has been very helpful in inspiring some of these ideas.

Bakugou's Perfect Origin Story

Let's start with how stories work in the BnHA universe. Horikoshi is writing a very self aware story. His universe is a modern one, in which marketing and imagery are important. You can see it in All Might. This is a man that clearly gets his inspiration from American Silver Age comics. He's flashy, just all-round GOOD and constantly spouting americanisms. And while he isn't necessarily 'fake' in the sense that Yagi's personality definitely matches, it is also just that: a meticulously crafted image. It even literally 'pops' when he's out of the limelight to reveal his true form. In this world, heroes are celebrities, as such they project a certain image. Even the kids know this. People like Kirishima are told that hero-ing is all about the ratings and the entertainment factor. This is a world in which Stories matter.

Bakugou knows this. I truly believe that Bakugou, being the smart sort of fanboy he is, is pretty damn genre-savvy. He's well aware of the importance of images and stories. You see, he had already decided upon his Perfect Origin Story, like, ages ago. From a very young age, he was destined for greatness. Everyone kept telling him so, of course. He didn't really have a reason to doubt this. He's shown as a kid sporting a bunch of yes-men and admirers. His teachers never seem inclined to curb that boastfulness. Before he arrives in UA, no one ever seems to try to take him down a peg. Like at all. He can be blowing up Midoriya in a classroom with the teacher still present and no one even attempts to stop him.

This, incidentally, is a pretty unhealthy way to grow up, and it did little to curb the crueler sides of his personality.

But he still wants to be a hero. He wants the money, the fame. He wants to WIN. Please note that right now, he wants to be a hero for all the wrong reasons. Where Midoriya has this compulsion to help, where Kirishima is looking for courage and some sense of manhood, Bakugou just wants to be better than everyone else. Because, at this point in his development, he's very much a selfish asshole.

And he's determined to do be the best, by also crafting the Best Origin Story. He's even made these rules for himself. 'I have to be the only one from this small local school to make it into UA', 'I have to be always on top, never be helped'. He's completely fixated on 'the right back story' because the fucker is a hero fanboy and he wants to Live the Life like the big heroes do it.

And Deku, bless him, is Constantly Fucking up that Plan. At least that's what it must look like in Kacchan's eyes.

But truth be told, Bakugou's Perfect Hero Origin Story has been falling apart since the very start of the series. BnHA may be the story of Midoriya becoming the strongest hero, but it is also very much the story of 'how Bakugou's self image got smashed into the ground over and over again'.

Once he's ready to enter UA, his Origin Story is already muddled. Instead of the right debut under the right circumstances, he's Sludge Kid. Instead of never being helped, being the only on in his class to go to UA, being destined to greatness, he finds himself, literally, a side character, an antagonist even, in Deku's story. And I honestly believe that Bakugou, at some point, realizes this. Everyone likes a good underdog story. Part of the reason Bakugou is so angry with Midoriya when he finds out about his quirk, is because he feels Betrayed. Like Midoriya hid his quirk all these years just to have a proper 'rise to power' story. It's a first crack in the perfect façade that Bakugou has created for himself. Right now, he still believes in his ‘destiny’, but it won’t be for long.

(this is 3.4k words long. I’m sorry)

Hero-in-training.

Bakugou's self-esteem takes a pretty big hit when he gets into the hero course. Suddenly, there's people like Todoroki, who are also, in many ways, destined to greatness. When he hits UA, Bakugou is the very definition of a big fish from a little pond, who gets moved to a bigger pond and finds, suddenly, that he's not that big or fancy. A similar thing happens to kids in a lot of schooling systems, where they're the smartest kid in class all through primary school, but then they move to a bigger school and are put together with kids their level and suddenly they're not the hottest shit in class anymore. It's a grounding experience and usually it's a healthy thing. It is also literally what happens to Bakugou, only with way more explosions and heartbreak. Because while he can probably deal with Momo and Todoroki, Midoriya just… baffles him.

Let's start with that first Heroes x Villains fight.

Here's Deku, the kid who has been a 'pebble in the road' for Bakugou since forever, suddenly developing quirks and Standing Up to him. Remember, he's never friggin done that ever. It's been a few months since the Sludge incident and suddenly here's this kid that has taken all his beatings for as long as he remembers, and he's Fighting Back. For Bakugou, this must be Very Confusing. He doesn't know what happened. At this point, he doesn't know about All Might and One for All and any of that shit. He just sees Deku, doing great at this hero thing. It pisses him off, but at this point, his narrative is still 'I'm the best'. Todoroki might be cool (heh), but he'll just work harder and WIN.

It isn't until after Deku actually beats him, for the first time in their lives, that things start really crashing down for Bakugou.

And then they keep crashing down. Like let's be real here. A LOT of bad stuff happens to Bakugou. He very much takes the brunt of the hits this series has to offer. And because of where he started, because of his belief in being destined for greatness, a lone idol above a sea of 'extras', everything that happens is an attack on his self-worth. Brick by brick, UA is pulling down his pride.

He's suddenly in an environment where his classmates are not afraid of him. Where he’s being made fun of. If anything, these kids are willing to call him out on his shitty behaviour, which is something apparently no one has ever done before. And honestly, this is probably a good thing. His inflated sense of self, his pride, it's one of his main motivators, but it's also what causes his downfall in a lot of fights. He's brash, he's overconfident and one of these days that will get his ass killed. This is the thread running through most of his fights, it's his pride that lets him down when he's in a tight spot. And you have to give him credit: he's dealing with it. He's starting to tolerate, for instance, the presence of Kirishima, who seems completely immune to posturing and who is unimpressed with random threats.

"Then the others are basically ok, right?"

Bakugou also develops, for want of a better word, Faith in his classmates. He recognizes that they're not weaklings. These kids in his class are not 'extras', they're not like the kids in his middle school, who were only there as background noise and voices of praise. They're more like named characters in his story. Sidekicks. For him, that's a pretty big step, ok?

Bakugou's Beat them All Narrative

So Bakugou's Perfect Origin story has failed him. He's no longer the only big fish in the pond. It stings him to all hell that someone like Todoroki might also be good and it stings Even More that Deku could be better, because, again, the Underdog is always a better story. What you see with the sports festival, is Bakugou trying to gain control of his own narrative again. And failing.

When he does that thing where he yells at other classes to get 'out of the way extra's', when he walks up to the mic and pledges to wipe the floor with everyone else. That's Bakugou abandoning his 'perfect origin story'. He's dealt with it. Deku exists, Todoroki exists. He needs something else to define him. Bakugou has, at this point, decided on another story, one that is just as close to his heart. Be the Best. Take your beatings and rise above. Again, he has reason to believe this could happen. He came first in the entry exam. If he stands alone above his class mates in an arena watched by thousands of people worldwide, that's a great way of getting back his image. He won't be 'Sludge Kid' anymore, he'll be 'the first year that won UA's sports festival'.

Be the Undisputed Champion. Be Number One. That's his new goal. Work hard, beat everyone else, overcome All Might.

Incidentally (and rather beautifully mirrored) this is the narrative that Endeavour has also chosen for himself. But, as always, it doesn't go according to plan. This, I think, is why he's so upset at Todoroki. Because bless that kid, in his efforts to deal with his father's plans, he ends up messing with Bakugou's.

Let's take a closer look at the Todoroki fight.

Bakugou is a smart kid. He's a sneaky kid. He knows all the shit Todoroki's going through with his dad. He's seen his opponent's fight with Midoriya and he knows, at this point, that Todoroki has leveled up. Todoroki had sworn to never use his flame side, but, as things always go when Midoriya is involved, he's starting to overcome that mental block.

So this is Bakugou's chance to become Undisputed Champion. He can finally fight Todoroki at Full Power. Only he doesn't.

Bakugou, I truly believe this, isn't a bad kid at this point in his development. He would never actually hurt someone outside of a fair fight. When he fights Ochako, this is his face when he suddenly realizes she's down.

He doesn't enjoy it and he certainly won't keep attacking. What he wanted, what made him LOVE that fight, was that he had an opponent he deemed worthy. As soon as she falls, he stops. He's a gentleman towards Tokoyami and Kirishima as well. He doesn't harm downed people. So what made him snap in the Todoroki fight? What was different? The simple fact that Todoroki didn't go all out and at this point that's all Bakugou wants. True Victory. To be treated, in a way, with the same respect as Deku. To face a Full Power Todoroki, and Win. That's what he needed out of that fight, and Todoroki didn't give it to him. As an aside, I don't think he would have hurt Todoroki at the end there.

That's his face when he notices the fight is over. That's shock, frustration, fear, perhaps. It is not Bakugou's basic I Will Blow You Up face. Furthermore, that bit where he sort of jiggles Todoroki around feels more like a pleading session to me. It's Bakugou begging him to give him a better shot at the victory that he craves so much.

If anything, Midnight making him sleep is a good way to stop Bakugou from hurting himself. You can see it at the podium scene. He's still not over it. He is so friggin frustrated that he can never be the master of his own narrative. The way UA treats him here, is, incidentally, pretty awful. Just want to put that out there. Here's a kid who has lost every bit of respect he may have gotten. This is the picture of him that enters the papers. Him chained to the platform.

This is the point where I head into Manga Spoiler territory.

The Villain's Pawn

So that's where we are now. In the intern arc, Bakugou has an internship with a hero that's a really bad fit for him, because what Best Jeanist is trying, is again to mould his image.

It's not too bad of an idea to teach Bakugou some inner peace, but with the way Jeanist is trying to do this, he's Highly Underestimating the amount of explosive fire in the kid's heart.

Bakugou knows that by dressing nicely he's not going to fix his narrative. He's also not just going to kumbayaah his way through life. Too much has happened. Yes, he's smart AF. Yes he's super powerful, he adapts, he's fast, he's strong. But that's not how the world of BnHA sees him. He's sludge kid. He's 'that guy that beat up a cute girl'. He's the winner of the Special Olympics that was chained to the platform. He is a possible villain.

Even Best Jeanist gives this as his motivation. Bakugou has both hero and villain in him. This is now Bakugou's Story. It's what he has to overcome. He doesn't honestly seem that surprised when he finds himself in the lair of the League of Villains.

It’s kinda cute that he has this need, right now, to emphasize one of his principles.

And as always in a crisis, he's calm. He's thoughtful. Strategic. But also, and that's what I love about this particular arc. He is vulnerable. Bakugou is still 15/16 years old. He's in his first year at UA and he's already seen so much shit. Placing him in this situation really brings home how young and fragile he is. How fucking scared he is. How, at this point, all that self-confidence and attitude is nothing more than a very thin film on top of a raging storm of fear and doubt.

You really have to give the guy credit for still being able to posture and fight. Because his ego is so very fragile right now. Since middle school, it's just taken hit after hit. He hasn't quite hit rock bottom yet, but he's getting there.

Look at him. This kid was So Scared. He is on the verge of tears. And he's trying so hard to pick up the pieces of his broken self-image. To keep them from rolling away any further. Him lashing out at All Might of all people seems more a way to convince himself, rather than anyone else. Here's his big hero saving him. Again. Surely he's not that weak. Surely he wasn't scared. He's supposed to be a hero himself. And then bad stuff keeps happening, because Bakugou cannot catch a break.

He is now a villain's pawn. That is, in the world of Bakugou Katsuki, like the worst thing he could be. A pawn is not the best piece on the board. It's not the hero. It's not the King. It's disposable. It’s, well, an extra.

Please look at those eyes. That is pure, frustrated desperation. Because he has enough strategic insight to know that All Might will always try to save him first. Even while All for One beats him up. He’s a Burden.

This is like everyone’s favourite panel, for a reason. This panel/page/whatever is the culmination of an awful lot of character arcs, all of which deserve their own long ass post. It speaks of Kirishima's friendship, of Midoriya's understanding of Bakugou's character. But also, this brings Bakugou himself back to what he was several stories ago: Faith in his Classmates. Or at least in Kirishima. That guy is ok.

The reason for All Might's demise

I would like to say that this is the lowest it gets for Bakugou. But it's not. There's the bit with the hero license.

Which I think really hits him hard. Because again, that was his pride, his brashness costing him. His attitude, his inherent sense of self, the way he deals with people. He's being told officially that this isn't hero-like behaviour. That to be the man he wishes to become, he needs to change. And as we see him slowly develop, I do think it's starting to trickle in. In a good way. Bakugou's a practical kind of guy, he could just start 'acting', and looking the part, Best Jeanist style, but this kid is not like that. In many ways he's too honest, he hates lying. He doesn't want to just look like a hero, he wants to BE one, he wants to Live the Life. And he has serious issues lining that up with what's been happening to him lately. But you already know which scene I'm going to cover next.

All this time, whenever Bakugou was being torn down, Deku was being propped up. Whatever their power balance was at the start, it's almost completely upside down now. What was once a pebble on his road to greatness, is now the big fish in the pond. Deku fights full power Todoroki, Deku gets his license, Deku has a privileged relationship with All Might Deku Deku Deku.

And somewhere in the back of his head Bakugou is still not over the fact that this quirkless kid is now the big hero. Dealing with that is… difficult.

Bakugou, I think everyone realizes, is not good with feelings. He can strategize, he can study, he's a smart kid. But god damn does he suck at processing or voicing his feelings. It takes him ages to deal with all the shit that's happening to him. And, to be fair, a LOT of shit happens to him. And when he gets confused about how he feels about shit, things literally blow up.

Which is exactly what happens in Midoriya fight. Hooo boy the Midoriya fight. I'm going to leave the Bakugou-Midoriya meta for another novel length post, but let's make it clear that this whole fight is a very visual representation of two people trying to come to grips with at least ten years of repressed feelings.

For Midoriya, it's all the years of bullying, of looking up to someone who thought he was nothing, of trying to save and understand Kacchan over and over again and getting rebuffed. For Bakugou, it's coming to grips with this kid who has always 'looked down on him', who messed up his narrative, his self-image, who now threatens to surpass him, if he hasn't already. Who is All Might's friggin Chosen One. What also comes to a head here is everything that has happened the past few weeks. Bakugou feels weak. He feels guilty. All his posturing, all this attitude he's always had, it's all blown up in his face. Who he is, who he has always been, his view of himself has completely crumbled.

His big idol, his hero, the person he admires most in the world, the one he wants to surpass. He feels personally responsible for his downfall. Never mind that it's not true. This is a kid who has seen his entire self-image fall down. From the perfect hero origin, the fated successor to All Might, tumbling all the way down to 'reason for All Might's end'. That hurts, man.

Healing

I really hope this is the bottom for Bakugou. I really, really do. He's not active in the current arc (chapter 144) which conveniently gives him some time to process things. We've been shown before that he always needs a bit of time. Change in Bakugou is slow, gradual, but it's there. And it is reassuring that his relationship with Midorya has normalized, or at least calmed down.

Lookit this little shit lowkey attempting to give Deku advice. It's a good start. When you've been torn down completely, there's only one thing to do, and that's to build yourself back up.

And I don't know if he realizes this, but everyone also loves a good Redemption Story.

Note: I have several of these meta thingies.

#katsuki bakugou #deku midoriya #all might #bnha #boku no hero academia #holy crap this is long #can you believe i was actually planning to shove this #and his relationships with midoriya todoroki and his teachers #all in one post #madness i tell you #he's such a good character #this asshole child #swearing

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staytheb · 5 years

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Pairing: SKZ’s Chan x OC [Yeon] Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 5,693 Summary: Yeon was peacefully watching a movie at home until her brother disrupted her. Then she finds herself going to the movies with her siblings and her brother’s friends. What can she do though?

Warning: siblings playful fight. some curse words. i think that’s it.

yo, hey! i’m sorry that it’s another SKZ story, but hey it is what it is. lol and if you haven’t watched Detective Pikachu, then please do! it’s so cute. i didn’t put any spoilers in here if you haven’t watched it yet. lol but yeah, that’s about it and so happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

revised 9.13.20

"Yeon. Can you leave and go hang out somewhere else?" Minho asked his step-sister while standing in front of the TV blocking her view.

She swerved her head to look around him while speaking and not paying her step-brother any attention.

"No. I was here first. You're blocking my view of Xiao Nai and Bei Weiwei who are about to actually meet in real life."

Minho stepped into her line of sight and blocked her view once again.

"Can't you be like Seul and watch it in your room or something?"

"No. Why can't you go into your room and do whatever it is that you wanna do in there?"

Yeon paused the film and finally glanced up at Minho awaiting his response.

"I can't. I have friends over and it'll be too cramped." Minho answered.

"That's not my fault." Yeon replied indifferently while hugging her large stuffed rabbit that she was partially lying upon and continued to watch her movie. "Besides, the parents told us that we weren't supposed to have anyone over."

"Yeah, they're not here and I can do whatever I want." Minho remarked just as he tugged her plush doll out from under her and began to softly hit her with it. "Move so that I can have the living room, Yeon."

"Ugh, fuckin' Minho. No and stop it. You're so annoying."

She blocked the attacks while standing up to get even with him. Minho slightly feared for his life as he knew that Yeon doesn't hold back even if the other person was the opposite gender, but continued to attack his sister until the two tumbled to the ground and Yeon was now the one softly hitting her brother with the stuffed toy.

"You little shit. I took care of your cats for free and this is the appreciation I get?"

Yeon gave her brother one final little hit before standing up while huffing and letting the rabbit drop on top of him.

"Little asshole. Next time ask someone else to take care of them and I hope they charge you a lot."

Once Yeon had gotten all of that out of her system and looked in a random direction to not stare at Minho's body, her eyes met with a familiar face among the seven other people standing there. Yeon quickly averted her gaze out of embarrassment because she didn't know that he was friends with her brother.

"Fuck my life." She mumbled to herself before glaring down at Minho who had turned on his side while petting the stuffed rabbit to cast her a slight smirk.

"Why didn't you say that they were already here, you jerk."

Yeon lightly kicked Minho's thigh as he just laughed at her not responding back.

"I'ma eat all of your strawberry ice cream and tell Dad that it was you who broke his bookshelf and not Doongie."

"Ah, wait, Yeon. Please don't eat my ic-" Minho called out, but Yeon rushed off not letting him finish his sentence.

"Um, you good?" Seul asked her sister upon Yeon entering her bedroom without a knock.

"Minho's friends are here." Yeon informed her, but not answering her sister's question.

"He knows that Dad told us not to have anyone over, right?"

"He does, but he doesn't care."

"Well, that's Minho for you. Lucky for him since the parents will be gone for the week. Anyways, is that why you're in here now? Because you think his friends are cute." Seul teased as Yeon rolled her eyes and sat on Seul's desk chair as the younger female was occupying her own bed.

"Not even." Yeon denied. "I just embarrassed myself a while ago."

Seul laughed.

"What did you do?"

"I beat up Minho with Maki while his friends were quietly watching it all go down."

Seul laughed louder. Yeon wasn't amused and rolled her eyes until her sister's laughing died down.

"It's not that funny."

"That's pretty funny because that's so you."

"Shut up, but the dumb part is that I know one of them."

"Oh?" Seul let out in surprised. "Who? Do I know him?"

"Bang Chan."

Seul perked up upon hearing the name with a teasing look.

"Ohh, the one with that Australian accent, right?"

"Yes." Yeon confirmed while narrowing her eyes cautiously upon noticing her sister's expression. "What about it?"

"I have a classmate that has an Australian accent, too. I wonder if they're related."

"Oh okay. Same accent must mean they're related."

"You never know since I hardly come across other people with another accent." Seul stated before returning back to the previous top. "This is the same Bang Chan that made you a playlist when y'all first met so that you can listen to something while studying and even to sleep better, right?" Seul cooed playfully afterwards while Yeon rolled her eyes soon afterwards with a bored look.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah, sure. It's been like what? Four years that y'all met?"

"Yes and I wasn't aware he Chan knew Minho. Then again, I never met any of Minho's friends. Also Chan and I only hung out at school, but it's weird because Minho attends the same one. Even you go there."

"Yeah, but I don't hang out with you at school either."

"True."

"Anyways, Yeon," Seul dismissed the current topic an went back to the previous one, "You can't hide in here forever. I have to run errands in a bit."

"What errands?"

"I need to get supplies for an assignment for one of my classes. It's due by the end of this week."

"Wow. Always last minute with you."

"Yeah, of course. You know how I roll. Anyways, do you wanna come with me then?"

"No." Yeon quickly declined with a disgusted look. "I hate shopping with you."

"Oh, c'mon. I hate going to places by myself."

"You're seriously just picking up stuff. It's different."

"Yeah, but I'll probably need help carrying the stuff."

"Nah. That's your fault. Should buy yourself one of those wagon things."

"You were supposed to get that for me for Christmas."

"Oh, right. I'll get it for you later."

"Mmhmm. I've been waiting for like two years now."

"You'll get it when you get it. Why not ask Minho's friends to help you out?"

"No. That's weird. I don't know them. Anyways, you wanna come or not?"

When Yeon and Seul were ready to leave the duo had walked out into the living room towards the door. Since Seul had walked out first, she happened to noticed one of Minho's friends who also spotted her before a goofy expression appeared on his face. The said male quickly rose from his spot on the floor before quickly making his way towards Seul. The rest of the boys curiously watched their friend stand up and headed towards the female duo. Seul with a small smirk pulled Yeon in front of her which resulted in the male to envelop the older sister instead within his embrace as his eyes had closed upon contact.

"Seul! I've missed you." He cooed with affection as Yeon silently freaked out and tried to squirm out of his hold upon the unexpected skinship from the random male.

"Sorry, but you got the wrong person." Yeon told him a second later causing the male to open his eyes and stared wide-eyed at Yeon apologetically.

"I'm so sorry."

Hyunjin instantly released Yeon causing her to stumble away from him before catching her balance and steadying herself a moment later. Hyunjin then faced the right person and pouted at her with sad eyes.

"That was not funny, Seul."

"Don't be such a baby." Seul said with a laugh. "You'll live, Hyunjin."

"You guys know each other?" Minho asked directing the question at his friend and little sister causing the two to turned their attention towards Minho.

"I'm her boyfriend." Hyunjin answered proudly with a large smile while Seul replied with a small smile and nonchalant tone. "He's a classmate."

Hyunjin's jaw dropped in disbelief as he faced his girlfriend.

"Did you just say I was your classmate and not your boyfriend?"

"Yeah. Technically, you are also my classmate." Seul stated indifferently before gesturing at a few of Minho's friends. "So is Felix, Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin."

"Hi, Seul!" The four greeted her happily while coming over to the female to give her hugs like they usually would do upon greeting each other.

"Hey, hey, that's my girlfriend. No touchy. Back away." Hyunjin huffed as he pushed his friends away with a playful smack once they got done hugging Seul and had move back to settling themselves in the living room again. "When did y'all become friends without me knowing?"

"Honestly, I didn't even know that y'all were friends. It's kinda weird now that I see all of you gathered in my home."

"You're telling me." Minho commented with a disgusted look.

Yeon shot Minho a look.

"Well, we wouldn't have to if you just didn't invite anyone over."

"Well, technically, I didn't, but now that I think about it you need friends, anyways."

"Wow, what a jerk. I have friends and it's weird if I become friends with your friends, too."

"My friends are a whole lot better than yours."

"You keep it up, Minho, I'ma tell Mom that it was you who made all the photo frames cracked and that it wasn't Soonie and Dori."

"Fine, Yeon, but I thought I could deal with one of them knowing my sister, but now five more of them knowing the other sister. Bleh. It's too much."

"You'll live. You have nine lives, anyways."

Seul brushed him off with a chuckle.

"Psh, I wish. Since when were you dating my friend, Seul?"

"I didn't know he was your friend. Actually, I've never met any of your friends until now."

"Yeah. I didn't know that this Seul was the sister you were talking about, Minho, that was the same Seul who was my girlfriend." Hyunjin commented as he clung onto Seul with a happy expression.

"Anyways," Seul interjected while letting her boyfriend hold her for a bit before directing her attention onto her brother, "Yeon and I are gonna go shopping right now and so we'll be back later."

"Oh, then buy me food." Minho tells them nonchalantly.

"Buy your own food." Yeon retorts with a narrow look at her brother. "Seul needs to buy school supplies and that's why I'm accompanying her since she hates going to places by herself."

"Oh. Is it for Mr. Heo's class?" Felix pipes from his spot. "I'll come, too, since I gotta buy stuff for his class, too."

"Go buy yourself." Hyunjin rejected the idea. "I'll go with Seul instead."

"Okay, cool. Go to the store with your boyfriend, Seul." Yeon stated with a smile. "I don't need to go now."

"Then you buy the food, Yeon." Minho repeated with a smirk. "You're the oldest and Dad left his card with you."

Yeon walked towards Minho while pulling out her father's credit card from one of her pockets and handed it to Minho.

"Just call delivery. I'll be busy."

"Doing what?"

"Watching Detective Pikachu."

"By yourself?" Minho asked with a judging expression.

Yeon cast him a 'duh' face.

"Yeah, obviously."

"Ohh, let's all go watch a movie together!" Jeongin exclaimed with a bright smile.

"I agree with Jeongin. Let's go watch a movie together." Jisung agreed with excited eyes. "We can finally watch Endgame."

"Hold up, Jisung," Seungmin interjected himself into the conversation, "I thought we were supposed to play games and hangout here?"

"We can do that another time, Woojin." A third person spoke wearing all black. "Let's all go watch Endgame since we're all free right now."

"Changbin's right." Felix said with a nod. "We can play games after watching Endgame."

"Ohh, yeah, I agree to what Felix says." Hyunjin inputted right after. "Let's do that instead."

"I'm going shopping, not to the movies." Seul stated giving her boyfriend a slightly annoyed look. "You can do that with your friends without me."

"We can go supplies shopping after the movies" He reasoned with a gentle smile.

Seul shrugged not minding it either way now that she thought about it.

"Sure, I guess."

"I'm pretty sure that Yeon said she wanted to watch Detective Pikachu and not Endgame." Chan reasoned giving them a curious look. "I don't think she wants to watch what we want to watch."

Everyone turned to face Yeon who at that moment had just turned to look over her shoulder to make sure that no one had noticed that she was trying to leave the place. She let out an embarrassed laugh upon being caught while catching the eye of Chan who shot her an amused smile who's been quiet this whole time.

"What?" She asked feeling like she had missed out on something.

"So what do you say, Yeon?" Chan asked her all of a sudden.

"Say to what?" She questioned now all confused upon not paying attention to their conversation earlier.

Chan smiled as he repeated the two options.

"I know that you want to see Detective Pikachu, but the other boys minus your brother wants to watch Endgame. So which one do you say to?"

"Hello. How may I help you?" The staff asked Yeon upon going up to the window at the cinemas although she glanced to her right upon seeing Chan standing there right beside her as well.

She ignored him and paid her attention onto the worker.

"Uh yeah, hi. Can I have eight tickets for Avengers: Endgame and two tickets for Detective Pikachu, please?"

The staff clarified the information before confirming the correct amount of tickets for said movies. Yeon handed her card towards the staff, but she also saw that Chan had also offered his as well. The staff looked between the two wondering which one to take. Yeon reached out her other hand to gently push Chan's arm away.

"This one, please." Yeon moved her card forward, but Chan did the same thing after getting his arm pushed away.

"Actually, this one instead please."

"Just choose whichever one." Yeon said in hopes that the staff would take her card in the end.

The staff didn't as Chan's card was taken instead to pay for the tickets. She shot him a look.

"Why did you do that?"

"My treat." He answered with a smile while taking back his card once the transaction went through.

Before Yeon could countered his reply, the staff spoke again.

"Here you go. Please enjoy the movie."

"Thank you and will do." Chan thanked the worker while taking the tickets.

He walked back to the group of nine as Yeon followed behind a bit reluctantly.

"So Yeon's watching Detective Pikachu and I'm assuming the other person watching it with her is you, Seul, right?"

Chan asked upon handing one of the two tickets for Detective Pikachu to Seul.

"Yup, that's me." Seul confirmed as she took the ticket from Chan. "Thank you."

"You're not gonna watch Endgame with me?" Hyunjin said to Seul with a pout.

"Nope," Seul shook her head with a smile, "But have fun with just the nine of you."

"Okay, but next time let's just come back when it's just the two of us."

"Sure, Hyunjin."

"Alright, lovebirds. Continue this another time when we're not here." Seungmin interjected a bit disgusted by his friend's lovey-dovey behavior with his girlfriend.

"I think it's cute to see Hyunjin like this." Chan commented with a dad-like smile.

"Okay, snacks time!" Changbin exclaimed happily as he rushed to the concession stand first with everyone else in tow.

Yeon told the group to order whatever they wanted and that she'll pay at the end when it was her turn. She even informed the other people behind them that they were a large group and to go to the other registers when they were free. After doing so, Yeon stood off to the side to hear everyone's order while memorizing all the items so that nothing was forgotten and everything ordered was there and be properly paid for.

Once everything was confirmed with everyone else getting a drink of their own while also sharing several of the snacks among them, Yeon finally stepped up to the cashier and put in her own order. It wasn't until a moment later when she realized that it was already paid for when a card and receipt was handed towards her as she hadn't had the chance to give her own card as payment. She stared at the items with a puzzled look before seeing a hand reach out to pluck them from the worker. Yeon looked over to see Chan smiling at her like earlier.

"When did you give them your card?" Yeon whispered to him while standing off to the side to await her drink and popcorn.

"Way before you went up just now and right after Jeongin." Chan replied with another smile.

"Chan, that was like six people ago." Yeon deadpanned with a frown.

"Cheer up, Yeon. It's fine. Remember, I told you it was my treat."

"But you already paid for the tickets, Chan. I don't get why you're treating in the first place."

"It's fine. C'mon, let's go catch up with the others."

Chan took her things with another smile while motioning his head to their large group who were waiting for them. Once again, Yeon reluctantly trailed after him with a sigh while becoming antsy with him already paying twice for their large group. Chan handed Yeon her items when she finally caught up to them.

"Okay. Since Detective Pikachu ends earlier than Endgame, we'll text you once it's over and meet up somewhere." Minho informed his sisters. "Sounds good?"

"Yeah." The sister's agreed with a nod and thumbs up.

"Okay. See ya later. Enjoy your movie!”

The two groups bid one another goodbye while parting different ways.

"Aww, Pikachu is so cute with his little hat and what not." Seul commented once she and Yeon left the show room. "That was a cute movie."

"I know right. He was seriously adorable." Yeon agreed with a chuckle. "I kinda expected what was gonna happen earlier in the movie because I read the synopsis of the game it was based on, but it was still unexpected at the end. So still good for a live adaptation of it. They did good."

"Yeah, they sure did. By the way, do you know what that one Pokemon was near the end. The pink one?"

"The pink one? Oh the big pink and fluffy one, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ahh, no, but I'll look it up later for you.'

"Okay, because I don't remember seeing that one and it was kinda cute. Reminded me of Jiggly Puff or that one that hangs out with Nurse Joy."

"It was cute and fluffy, but doesn't look like a Chansey or Blissey."

The duo stopped walking and stayed off to the side while looking about the mall. The pair wondered what they should do while waiting for the boys.

"So, what do you wanna do next?" Yeon asked her sister.

Seul shrugged before answering. "I dunno. Wanna get ice cream?"

"So, does Chan like you?" Seul asked Yeon once the duo settled at a table after ordering their ice cream.

Yeon almost choked on her ice cream, but recovered shortly afterwards.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he paid for our tickets and food."

"What does that have to do with him liking me?"

"Because you didn't pay even though you wanted to."

"You saw?"

"Mmhmm."

Seul then cast her sister a mischievous smile.

"I think he really likes you. I just feel it in my jellies."

Yeon rolled her eyes at the mention of the phrase, but a small smile graced her lips upon hearing it.

"Oh, I'll take that as a sign that you like him."

"What sign?"

"You just smiled."

"I was smiling about the jellies part."

"Yeah, sure. Anyways, do you like him?"

"And if I do?"

"Nothing." Seul said with a shrug. "It just make sense."

Yeon rolled her eyes and directed the conversation elsewhere.

"So, your little boyfriend is a friend of Minho’s. How do you feel about that?"

"It is what it is, but it is a little weird."

"I don't blame you. Anyways, let's go buy you your school supplies so that we can leave once the boys are done with their movie."

"Okay."

Yeon and Seul had just stepped out of the store they were in to be bombarded by a worrying Minho and Hyunjin coming up to them upon having spotted the female pair. Well, Hyunjin worrying more about Seul than Yeon.

"Yah! I've been calling and messaging you like crazy. Why didn't you check your phone?" Hyunjin asked with an exasperated tone directed at Seul.

"Oh, my bad. It was in my bag. I forgot to take it off silent mode." Seul answered with a neutral tone not feeling bad whatsoever.

"At least you could've text us where you guys were gonna be." Minho reasoned as Yeon replied him with a weird look. "You could've tracked Seul's location since you both have iPhones."

"I did when I remembered that."

"Okay, there you go. We're fine."

Yeon then reached into her back pocket, pulled out her father's card, and offered it to Minho. Minho took it with a puzzled look.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"Use it or whatever. I'm going home."

"Why?"

"I'm tired."

"Oh, then feed my cats when you get home."

"Feed your own cats."

"I'm not going home, but you are."

"Only because I was originally only suppose to come help Seul with her school stuff." Yeon reasoned with an annoyed tone. "Also because I don't wanna do anything else now that I finally got the chance to watch Detective Pikachu. Basically, my day out is over now."

"I'll be nice, please."

"Fine. Just because I'm nice and a good sister."

"Thank you, Yeon." Minho thanked her sincerely and she dismissed him indifferently.

"Yeah, yeah. You're welcome."

"Oh, since you're going back home then, Yeon, can you take these back for me?" Seul asked while handing her sister all of her shopping bags.

"Why?"

"Hyunjin wants to go on a date now."

Yeon cast Hyunjin an amused look.

"Really?"

Hyunjin nodded with a shy look.

"If you don't mind?"

"Why would I? Go on your little date then."

Yeon took Seul's stuff within her grasps as Hyunjin happily dragged Seul away somewhere, but not before thanking Yeon.

"Thank you so much, Yeon! I owe you one!"

Yeon just wave them off not really caring if Hyunjin did owe her one or not. The rest of the group watched the pair until their figures disappeared from sight.

"He's so in love and it's disgusting." Jeongin commented with a slight shiver.

Felix placed an arm around Jeongin with a nod.

"That it is, but I feel sorry for Seul though since she has to deal with him majority of the time now."

"True, but at least we now don't have to deal with his affectionate ass." Jisung agreed with a relieved grin.

"Anyways," Yeon interjected as all the males' attention turned towards her, "Y'all have fun and make sure that Minho doesn't lose the card or his ass won't be able to care for his cats ever again. Okay, later!"

Yeon cast them one last smile with a small wave before swiftly turning around and walking away from the group of eight with a slight bounce to her steps. Yeon was casually humming to herself until she felt and heard another presence behind her. She rolled her eyes, but didn't turn back already knowing who it was.

"Y'know, you're just making it even more obvious, Bang Chan."

She heard Chan chuckled from behind her before he matched her pace and was now walking alongside her.

"Making what obvious?" Chan asked curiously while glancing over at her every now and then.

"How much you wanna bother me now that we're outside school."

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm. First you paid for the tickets and then you paid for the snacks." She reminded him.

"I don't see how that's relevant though."

"It just is. Anyways, don't forget I remember how much you wanted to hangout outside of school, but couldn't."

"Because you always came up with an excuse on why we couldn't."

"Those weren't excuses." She shot him a slight glare before facing forward again. "They were legitimate reasons."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure they were." He agreed with a sarcastic and playful tone.

"They were." Yeon persisted casting him a look, but turning away shortly afterwards while mumbling to herself. "Jerk."

Chan laughed having caught the word, but didn't say anything as the pair excited the mall and were on their way to the metro station.

"So how was Detective Pikachu?" Chan asked Yeon a moment later.

"Good. It was a good movie. He reminded me of you." Yeon casually voiced out without thinking much of it.

Chan let out a disbelief laugh.

"Really? How?"

"Y'all are both cute one minute and then weird the next. Also, you're both clingy in a certain type of way that isn't openly obvious."

"So what you're saying is that you think I'm cute, weird, and clingy?"

"Basically."

"Wow, Yeon. I didn't know you saw me like that."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"I do know that you really enjoy the playlist I made for you on Spotify."

"Because you have good taste in music and it's versatile."

"Oh, thank you, Yeon." Chan thanked her as he wasn't expecting her to compliment him like that since he just wanted to tease her for fun.

"You're welcome. Thanks for making me one. It has helped a lot."

Chan suddenly turned shy, but still thanked Yeon while trying to brush if off.

"Ahh, thanks, but it's not a big deal. Glad that it helped out."

"Mmhmm."

The two grew quiet as they went about the metro station to find the right line to get them home and stepping into the right subway compartment. The two sat side by side one another before Yeon shot Chan a slightly annoyed look.

"So are you gonna accompany all the way home before you head back to the others?"

"Hmm, nope."

"Oh, then what are you gonna do after?"

"Chill with you until the others get back. Maybe we can watch a movie and relax."

"Oh?" Yeon let out with a suggestive tone until Chan slightly panicked with a chuckle and tried to explain himself.

"Ah, no, Yeon. I didn't mean it like that."

"Then how was it supposed to be meant, Chan?"

"Just chill and probably listen to music or watch a movie or whatever you feel like doing since it's your place. We can play games, too. Just those type of things."

Yeon laughed at Chan's flustered appearance as he explained himself before her laughter died down and she tiredly replied back to him.

"Anyways, Chan, I really don't wanna do anything with you or the others when they get back. I'm going to sleep when I get home."

"Aww, it's not even six yet and you're already retiring for the day?"

"Shut up, Bang Chan. I can do whatever I want. You're not my mom."

Yeon jerked her head away from him to lean it against the window like a child. Chan chuckled at her behavior before pulling his earbuds from his pockets and placing one airpod into his ear and the other in Yeon's ear. She jerked away from the item and looked at Chan weirdly before noticing what it was.

"Ahh, sorry, Chan, but I can't wear those. They don't fit in my ears properly." Yeon explained to him with an apologetic look. "They always pop out for some reason."

"Is that an excuse or an actual reason, Yeon?" Chan asked with an amused tone.

"It's a real reason." Yeon pouted without realizing it. "That's why I don't wear earbuds or something similar, but headphones instead."

"I don't think I believe you."

"I don't care if you do or not."

"C'mon, Yeon. It's a long ride and there's a new song I want you to listen to."

"Can't you just add it to the playlist?"

"Yes, but music always helps every situation and needs to be share constantly."

Chan still held out the other piece for her to take and Yeon let out a sigh before taking it in her left hand after moving the other bags to her right one.

"Fine, whatever you say, Chan."

Chan smiled giddily as he scrolled through his phone to find a song while Yeon placed the airpod into her ear, but kept her hand by her ear to hold the small item in place. She didn't want it to fall out along the ride and lose something that wasn't hers. The music softly started to fill into her left ear as Yeon's attention was drawn to the view passing by outside. She wanted to avoid looking at Chan since she felt like her face would reveal her shy demeanor upon being in their current position.

Chan fiddle with his phone some more before contently putting it away and glanced at Yeon a second later. He realized that she wasn't making up an excuse and was actually holding the airpod against her ear with her hand. As Yeon watched the view outside, Chan also glanced out the window to gaze at the now darkening view, but his eyes lingered every so often to admire Yeon beside him with a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Stop looking at me like that." Yeon mumbled only for Chan to hear upon noticing his gaze on her due to the reflection of the windows.

"Like what?" Chan mused not being phased about having been caught.

"Like you're admiring me or whatever."

Yeon tried to keep her tone neutral, but deep down inside she was becoming fluster by his constant stares and soft smiles. She still couldn't face him properly and only watched his reflection talk to her.

"What if I am?" Chan admitted still with the amused tone to his voice.

"Can we like not do this while riding the metro? It's weird."

"No, Yeon. It's easier because you can't run away."

Yeon swiftly faced him with a confused look.

"Run away from what? And don't tell me about it having to do something with my feelings for you, too, and all that lovey-dovey stuff."

"I didn't have to. You just did."

Yeon was about to deny it, but realized she did and closed her mouth. She decided to say something else to Chan instead before turning her gaze away from him.

"Shut up."

Chan laughed before speaking again when his laughter died down.

"So do you wanna watch a movie just the two of us next time?"

"Like in as a date?" Yeon asked for confirmation while turning her attention on to Chan.

"Yeah, like a date." Chan clarified.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because then you'll pay again and I won't be able to do so."

"Okay then, how about this. We alternate every time we go out."

"You really just want an excuse to hang out with me don't you?"

"Mmhmm, but it's not really an excuse if we start dating because I don't need an excuse to see my girlfriend."

"Ew."

Yeon elbowed him away as her hands were unable to slap at him. Chan laughed as he nudged her playfully.

"I know that made your heart jumped a little despite how you reacted."

"Shut up, Bang Chan, and just let me suffer in peace."

"Why suffer alone when we can do it together, Yeon?"

"Because I don't think you'll live to see another."

"I'll take my chances."

"Ugh. I wished I never sat next to you on the first day we met."

"Oh why not? I only passed that class because you shared your notes with me."

"You passed just like everyone else in that class because I was the only one who actually took notes for it that made sense for y'all to comprehend and shared it."

"To which I'm totally grateful for, Yeon."

"Whatever. Don't talk to me until we get home."

"Aww, but I thought we were just growing closer to one another just now."

"I can't handle you right now."

"That's just mean, Yeon."

"I'm gonna move to another spot and let you suffer by yourself if you don't stop."

"Okay, okay."

Chan relented with a defeated laugh as Yeon glared at him, but it softened into a playful glare a moment later upon seeing Chan's smiling face.

"Fine, Chan. We can have a movie date this weekend." Yeon said already giving in to the male.

"At a theater or one of our places?"

"Wherever as long as no one else tags along."

"Okay. An actual movie theater where I'll pay it is then."

"I didn't mention about you paying, Chan."

"I know, Yeon." Chan said with a smug look as Yeon just shook her head knowing she wasn't going to win with this whole thing.

"Okay, yeah, sure, fine, whatever, Chan. You win."

Chan laughed upon hearing her response before speaking.

"It was never about winning, Yeon. It was just about you acknowledging me."

Yeon didn't respond with a shake of her head in disbelief of what Chan had just said, but with a slight smirk and on impulse she quickly hooked their arms together before the airpod in her ear could fall out. Placing her left hand against her ear again, Yeon faced the window to stare at the scenery once more with a soft smile upon her lips.

As for Chan, his heart thudded against his chest at Yeon's sudden skinship before glancing at her. He saw how shy she looked after doing so, but didn't say anything. Instead a slow smile crept onto his face as he once again quietly admired her profile and the view of the night sky as it passed on by.

#staytheb #stray kids scenarios #bang chan

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