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bonezisded · 2 years

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hey! i saw your vance/requests post and was wondering if you’d write anything about him? if so, would it be cool if you could do something where he and the reader really don’t like each other but something happens to bring them together?

thank you ! :)

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summary: vance has always disliked you. you've always disliked him. but he had morals, and he wasn't that bad of a person.

vance hopper x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: moose being an asshole and a creep, a crap ton of swear words,, ooc vance?? idk, maybe

a/n: im fr so sorry this took so long, i promise ill try and get the other one's out in a better timeframe

“here,” she started, as she walked towards her purse and shuffled through it, “i'll give you some money for you and your little friends so you can all get something from the gas station.” she pulled out her wallet and pulled out a $10 bill, “how does that sound?” she asked, as she smiled and handed it to you. her smile fell a bit when you said nothing.

y'know, you had really wanted to stay home today, but "no, going outside and getting fresh air is good for you," is what your mother had said to you, and that was final. it wasn't like you hated going outside, and it wasn't even like you never went outside. you did! all the time! you were always out and about with robin and finney! which is why you didn't understand why she wanted you out so bad. but, when you had explained the bad feeling you had all morning, she sighed.

you playfully rolled you eyes with a heavy sigh leaving your lips. why not, y’know? hell, you’ll even surprise them! with that thought, you gave your mother a wide smile, “fine, but let me call finney and robin before i leave.”

you should have listened to your gut. when you called robin and finn, you told them to meet you at the spot you always met at in an hour - they both agreed. with that you took your longboard, keys, wallet with a new $10 bill - which was an absolute score, thanks ma - in it, you said goodbye to your mother and left.

when you got to the shop, you saw him at “his” pinball machine. now, you weren’t gonna lie, vance hopper was definitely the prettiest guy you’ve ever seen in your entire life, but you absolutely despised each other. when you had first gotten here 2 years ago, you had no idea who vance hopper was, or that the - horribly beat up - pinball machine in some random gas station belonged to him? and of course, the one time you decided to play, your brain decided that would be the day to beat a record on something. not just any record in fact, but vance fucking hopper’s high score on a game he absolutely loved. even while this was all true, you had to admit he had a pretty shitty high score.

when he eventually showed up, he was furious. and it only got worse when he tried to beat your ass for it and lost. can you believe that? he lost? vance hopper doesn’t lose.

either way, you both strayed away from each other, only ever sharing glaring looks, and mean words, but had never actually fist fought again.

when you walked in, the sound of the bell ringing caught a few people’s attention, their heads turning to look at who came in before looking away. you could see from the corner of your eye, there was a boy still staring at you. when you turned and saw who it was, you almost groaned. you knew moose had a little crush on you, and even though you had rejected him a multitude of times, he was always so persistent.

you rolled your eyes, deciding it would be better to walk past vance rather than be anywhere near moose. when you walked past vance, you could see the mass of his hair shift towards you to look at who was passing by, before you kept walking to the soda’s in the back. when you opened the door, you saw one of finney’s favorites on the top shelf. you tried to reach for it but it was just barely out of your reach. you felt someone’s presence behind you, and quickly turned around all while stepping to the side to get out from in front of whoever it was. upon seeing it was moose, you swear you could have vomited right then and there.

“the fuck do you want, moose? can’t you just leave me alone?” although you wanted to put as much distance between you two, there wasn’t anywhere else to go, so you stood your ground. and maybe it was just you, though, but was that vance fucking hopper staring at you two?

you watched as a sick smirk appeared on his face before he opened his mouth to speak, “just wanted to help someone pretty that’s in need,”

you grimaced, your face staying contorted in a scowl, “please just leave me alone, moose. i’m not in the mood to deal with you today,” you paused, before opening your mouth again, “lord knows how many times i’ve told you no.”

with that, you could see his face contort in a look of anger as his hand reached forward and grabbed your wrist, “can’t you just be grateful someone’s actually looking at you like you’re worth something?”

now, you’re not gonna lie here, you could definitely beat this ugly motherfuckers ass, however, you were awfully tired, and just didn’t have it in you to deal with it.

you attempted to tug your arm back, but his grip was firm - you would definitely have bruises later.

“let me go, you fucking coward,” you growled, but it only caused his grip to get firmer. he opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by someone shoving him off of you.

you watched in surprise - and slight horror - as vance fucking hopper shoved him off of you and onto the floor, before climbing on top of him and relentlessly beating the shit out of him.

“you fucking dickweed!” as he yelled, he grabbed the front of moose’s hair and slammed the back of his head into the ground repeatedly, “they said no!”

as you were watching in surprise, the sound of moose’s head being slammed into the floor made you come to and jump forward and yank vance off moose. he gave you a glare and opened his mouth to say something, but you just pulled him along, speedwalking to the exit - while passing the cashier that was still on the phone with the police - and kept pulling him down the block.

when you were finally a safe distance - where the cops wouldn’t bother looking for him - you turned to him, “thank you for helping with him, but why?”

he gave you an incredulous look, and you paused, before continuing, “i mean, why did you do that? what was the point? i know you like, hate me and everything, so i just don’t understand why you defended me.”

the look stayed in his face, but morphed into something more like, ‘are you fucking stupid?’

“i don’t ‘hate’ you, but why does it fucking matter,” he scoffed as he spoke, rethinking everything that happened only 15 minutes earlier, “my mom would have me fucking carcerated if she found out i let some bullshit like that happen right fuckin’ in front of me.”

you were stunned, looking down at your shoes digging into the dirt as you thought about the situation you just got yourself into. and, you know, any - normal, and good - person would be upset, and maybe, possibly, intervene, but vance hopper? and standing up for you, no less? so you said the only thing that came to mind,

“oh,”

he laughed. he laughed. “’oh?’ that’s all you have to say?” you looked up, seeing the amused smile on his face. you felt your face get warm immediately, and looked down again.

“well, i don’t know what else to say,” you laughed, (and he laughed a little too, but tried to cover it up with a cough) before continuing, “we’ve never really talked before this. well, like, talked, talked. i’m not sure what to do at this point,”

“well,” he cleared his throat, seemingly a little nervous now, “we could just like, fucking get to know each other, instead of saying we fuckin’ hate each other or some stupid shit like that every chance we fuckin’ get,” you giggled a little at the amount of swear words the boy could fit into one sentence, “sure, i think that sounds like a good,” you paused for a second, before smiling, ”fuckin idea, vance”

“you gotta walk me to meet up with finney and robin though,”

“oh, do i?”

“of course, as repayment for me saving you from the cops and cleaning up your knuckles.”

“my knuckles?”

“yup! you are coming with after all, right? and it would be unfortunate for this med kit in my bag to go to waste, wouldn't it?"

he smiled a little, “sure, why fuckin’ not?”

#vance hopper x reader #the black phone #vance #vance hopper #bonezisded #the black phone 2022 #vance x reader #x reader #vance x gn!reader #vance hopper x gn!reader #this is actually so fun #im fr living my best life

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belles-big-lap · 2 years

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163 780 km

Okay okay – So now that I am not working (only for the last week) – I feel like I have waaaaay more stuff to share. Which highlights why working a 9-5 job 48 weeks a year can limit your experiences. So heres the highlights (please be proud of me and the amount of people I met – so this may be boring for anyone but me reading this but oh well) –

So the working week was a short week because I went to Tamworth on the Friday! But during the working week I:

Ø practiced my longboarding (not skateboarding – I got in trouble for calling it skateboarding

Ø hiked Burleigh heads (after driving 1 hour to hike somewhere else only to find that the road was closed – coincidentally the same road closure that Ollie and I camped at one night)

Ø watched NSW lose the state of origin game with Eden while we ate pizza and drank a bottle of red

Ø said goodbye to my lovely residences

Ø packed for Tamworth

Tamworth / Gunnedah

- drove for 10 hours on Friday – SAW MUMMA

- played 3 x games on Saturday. Got smoked in all three games but actually had so much fun. Our team scored two tries for the day – and I happened to score one of them. Therefore I scored 50% of our team’s tries. No big deal.

- Saw Carrissa and Al (Jack’s mates from UNE)

- Saturday night got on the piss in Tamworth and then drove to Gunnedah and did it all over again. Highlights: Walked back to the hotel with a random on my shoulders, challenged someone to a dance off and did the worm, two girls jumped in the pool in minus 4 degree weather, ate some nuggets.

- Had some lovely chats with a girl I knew from owls (Sus Cooke (like Sooz)).

- Drove 10 hours back on Sunday

Tweed

- Went out for breaky with Eden – so sad to say bye to that girl

Mt Tamborine : OMG – what a beautiful part of the world. It’s a small town on a mountain (obviously) with lots of small hikes and waterfalls to look at. In the two days I was there I did:

- Watched the sunset for 3 hours

- Curtis falls + Lower creek loop = super touristy to the falls but the rest was quiet

- Cedar falls – got there before anyone and it was magical

- The knoll section – beautiful views. Super muddy – RIP the girl doing it in her white locoste shoes

- Witches Falls Section – again – beautiful. It’s a walk through the forest to see a waterfall. More forest and a lagoon! At the Lagoon I met another solo female hiker named Sarah. She’s a biologist from the US. She’s been here for a few months doing her post doc studies on Zebra fish brains and how they find friends and also how they interact if they have autism. Very cool. I then invited her to come do the sky walk with me and I took her to see Cedar falls again.

- Bearded dragon hotel – just visited to find some reptiles but instead found 3 x baby goats climbing over an alpaca. (See video for evidence)

Brisbane – saw Bren-dog! We went for a scoter ride to pick up his car and then later went out for some Thai food with him and Sam. I also had a chat with his roommate Grace who’s a naturopath. Really interesting. I tried some herbs – and lets just say her saying “If you can shot tequila, you can shot this” right before I took it – was justified.

I also had to clean Maurice and scrub a mark that was left on him whilst it was parked for the Tamworth trip! They guy left a note and paid for the products though which was lovely! Then I got my eyebrows tattooed – painful at the beginning but fine otherwise. That evening I went for a walk and found a light house (no exercise allowed for 7 days post brows).

I also tried my shewee for the first time – I used it standing up (outside – in the dark) – and I definitely got some splash back. Might try just straight into a container or something next time.

Stradbroke Island – OH MY GOD - It was amazing!!! I caught the early ferry (stayed in the car park overnight – the security guard came up to me whilst I was cooking and told me that it was all good to stay the night and to get up quickly if I hear someone cutting my exhaust pipe – thanks mate).

I met a girl named Laura Lilly (cool name) on the ferry ride over there (also an American scientist who studies marine animals). She was heading over for a surf. Super lovely meeting her. When I got to Stradbroke – this is what happened:

- North Gorge Walk – got up close and personal with a little kangaroo

- Saw some whales and dolphins

- Walked out the deadman’s beach and frenchaman’s beach

- Saw a cool cave thingy

- Sat on the grass and watched a big group of people painting. I started talking to the guy there who runs the classes – and he said I had a very calm and patient presence and that painting is my calling. You heard it here first boys and girls.

- Met a couple named Mark and Kerrie with their dog Charlie. They let me borrow their binoculars and I saw the whales jumping out of the ocean and handing on their backs – soooooo cool

- Got some gelato

- Did the North Gorge walk again

- Came home – Met a beautiful women on the ferry who had her first day of work over on the island at the indigenous medical centre. If there’s an emergency on the island – they send a chopper.

Now I’m still sitting in Brisbane – heading to the sunshine coast tomorrow to spend some time there before starting work there on Monday!

Adios amigos!!!

Things I learnt:

- Salmon swim upstream

- Zebra fish have translucent bodies for the first 3 weeks of their life and you can see brain activity

- Toilets on busses can overflow

- Not being a leader in a footy game makes it more fun for me as I don’t take it as seriously

- That I am getting better at talking to strangers – even the ones I wouldn’t normally see myself getting along with – but apparently I have been judging a book by its cover in the past.

- Humpback whales have no teeth

- 30 000 Humpback whales are moving across the east coast of Australia right now

Things I am grateful for:

- My ability to talk to strangers

- My mum

- Honest people when they hit your car

- Compound liquid

- Binoculus

- Having a vehicle

Also only 2 more weeks until I get to see Ollie!!

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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Tend prompt w gray porfavor, thank you love you! :*

potentially romantic prompts

[ TEND ]: sender gently tends to a wound the receiver recently got. ( 'you're such an idiot' but lovingly??? yeah i'm weak-- )

Ever since you'd watched the boys long-board there was a part of you that wanted to try it out. You weren't one to just sit on the sidelines, you wanted to try it out too. But when you voiced it to your boyfriend he went into protector mode.

"No, no...absolutely not." Grayson stood with his arms crossed at his chest.

"Why not?" You looked towards him shocked, "You and Ethan do it, why can't I?"

"It's dangerous." He answered quickly, his stance unchanging.

"She could wear a helmet and pads, also don't have to go down a huge hill," Ethan spoke from the table. You looked towards him with an appreciative smile and perked up slightly.

"Yes, I can wear a helmet and pads." You looked towards Grayson with doe eyes, trying to get him to lean towards what you wanted. "And the driveway is a hill."

Grayson looked down towards you with a stern look, but as he looked towards you, he caved. His body sagged slightly and he nodded his head. You let out a small noise of excitement before stepping forward and hugging him.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

You kissed Grayson's cheek before heading out to the garage with both Ethan and Grayson. You could tell with the pout on his lips that your boyfriend wasn't fully happy with the decision, but was going along with it. He wanted you to do whatever made you happy - even if it made him panic a little inside.

Grayson worked quickly to gear you up with the correct pads along with tightening your helmet onto your head. You looked towards him intently as he began to explain longboarding to you.

"And if you fall try not to land on your hands too stiff, that's how you can break your wrist or arm." Grayson spoke, "Just keep knees bent ok?"

"Ok," You nodded your head before taking his hand as he lead you towards the top of the long driveway.

Grayson dropped the board to the cement before taking a step back, allowing you to get onto the board. Ethan stood at the end of the hill. You took a couple deep breaths before pushing off slightly, sending the board down the hill. You kept all the pointers Grayson gave you in your mind as you began to pick up speed. But what no one thought of what the cracks in the driveway catching the wheels of the board.

Everything happened quickly before anyone could react. Grayson felt like someone had reached in and squeezed his heart as he watched your body fly forward, the momentum causing your body to fly forward and the board stopped. The small scream that came from you before your body smacked against the cement made him feel sick. It didn't take long for the panic to set in.

"Fuck!" Grayson shouted as he ran down towards you.

You clenched your arm to your chest and tried to fight back the tears as the pain seemed to increase with every passing second. Grayson made it to you first and knelt down beside you, his eyes frantic as he looked over you.

"Oh my god, are you ok?" He asked, not hiding the panic in his voice. "I knew we shouldn't have done this."

"Dude calm down," Ethan spoke

"Calm down! Calm down? My girlfriend just flew down the fucking driveway." Grayson spoke, directing his anger towards his twin.

"Guys...please," You spoke with a whimper, pulling your hand away from your arm to see blood on your hand.

Grayson sighed, "I'm sorry baby, let's get you inside."

Grayson moved to pick you up from the ground before carrying you into the house. He walked you into the bathroom attached to your bedroom and sat you down on the counter. Ethan came in with the first aid kit before leaving the two of you.

Grayson gently grabbed your arm to see the concrete had caused a road rash across your arm. He flinched back remembering how he got his own from his long-boarding accident.

"It's probably gonna bruise by the morning," Grayson spoke as he cleaned your arm. You hissed when you felt the alcohol against your skin.

"Is this where you tell me, I told you so?"

"Of course not baby," Grayson shook his head, "You wanted to try something new, how could I be mad about that?"

He grabbed some gauze and wrapped your arm gently before moving to place a kiss over it. It brought a small smile to your face. Grayson walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a few aspirins before placing them in your hand.

"Take a couple of these and why don't we go and lay down on the couch or something?" Grayson suggested

"Sounds good," You spoke as he helped you down from the counter.

You limped only a few times before Grayson came up behind you to carry you out to the living room.

#grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan fanfiction #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan concept #grayson dolan prompt #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan x female reader #grayson dolan x you #grayson dolan x y/n #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins fanfiction #dolan twins fanfic

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kay-rot · 3 years

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yangyang skater au

pairing: yangyang x reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: bullet fic, fluff

warnings: strong language but that's to be expected

summary: when yangyang thinks he's a good teacher

a/n: i've had this idea since his skating video came out it just took me wayyy to long to write

Yangyang teaching you how to skate????

More likely than you think

This man would beg you to let him teach you

“I want to show you a part of my childhood,” he says with that puppy dog face he knows you can’t resist

And so, with a heavy sigh, you pack your stuff from the air conditioned Wayv dorms and head to a near-by skate park

(You receive a “don’t die” from Hendrey and a small wave along with a stressed smile from Kun on your way out)

The walk to the park isn’t long, and Yangyang swinging your joined hands together from excitement calms your racing heart a bit

He’s talking about all these different techniques he knows with terminology that flies over your head

“Do you skate goofy or regular? Would you prefer a regular board or a longboard? Actually, I only use a longboard so that’s what you’re going to use”

Once you arrive at the park, you both kinda realize what your doing

“Wow, this is where I die,” you think

Whereas Yangyang’s thoughts differ, “Wow, I’m going to be a great teacher.”

Coincidentally, both of you are wrong

The park is empty (thank god for weekdays) save for a couple of kids who decided to skip school for the day

With them taking up the other side of the park, the sound of boards scrapping on ramps and pipes fills the air, you and Yangyang occupy the “beginner friendly” side

“Ok, so, like, we need to figure out which foot you’re going to use to hold your balance, and which foot you’re going to use to, like, kick off with,” Yangyang says slowly as he sets the board on the floor

“Okay,” you respond, “how do we figure that out?”

He grabs both of your hands, holding them securely, “you trust me right,” he asks, face serious

“Of course,” you respond, “I would not be letting you teach me how to skate if I didn’t”

“Okay good,” he drops your hands, “I need you to turn around then”

“Why do I need to turn around,” you respond quickly, skeptical already of what Yangyang has planed

“Hey! I just asked if you trusted me,” he whines, “c'mon, I wanna get you on the board at least by sundown”

You huff out, “ah fine whatever,” and turn with your back facing him

“Listen,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, “I don't see what this has to do with me learning how to- WOAH”

You stumble forward, regaining your balance before turning around to look at Yangyang, shock evident on your face

“You,” you pause, “YOU PUSHED ME,” you shout, no doubt gaining the attention of the other skaters

“WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING PUSH ME WITH NO WARNING YOU ASSHOLE,” you continue to shout, marching your way towards him

Yangyang backs up with his hands in the air, “wait, wait, hold on,” he pleads, “if you can let me explain,” he says with a small smile on his face

“Ah yes,” you let out dramatically, “let the man who shoved me with no warning explain his actions, yes go,” you wave your arm out, “the floor is yours”

He lets out a small laugh, “god you’re even more dramatic than Ten,” he says, “ as I was trying to say before you started shouting at me, I was trying to figure out which way you would stand on the board,” he explains

“Again,” you reiterate, “why does shoving me help you figure that out”

“Because, the foot that you used to catch yourself is the one that will stay on the board to hold your balance,” he explains, “that foot holds most of your balance then”

You stay silent, analyzing his explanation, squinting your eyes at him you say, “you better be right about that or I’ll cuddle with Leon instead of you tonight,” you threaten

He lets out a dramatic gasp, putting his hand over his heart, “you wouldn’t dare”

You shrug your shoulders, “prove that you’re right than,” you challenge him, “what foot did I use to save myself with”

A blinding smile takes over his features, “your right foot,” he exclaims, pointing to it, “you ride goofy, exactly like me!”

Your head tilts to the side, a bemused look on your face, “and I assume that’s a good thing for you”

“That's amazing for me,” he exclaims, “makes it easier to teach you,” he shrugs, “now, time to put you on the board”

He bends down, making sure the board is facing the correct way, than stabilizing the board with his foot on top, “c’mon,” he says, reaching for you hand

You roll your eyes, “okay okay, let’s get this over with,” you say grabbing his hand, walking over until the board is the only thing between you

“Okay,” he says reassuringly, “I need you to know that I promise you will not fall while I’m holding you,” he emphasizes, “you won’t be able to learn if your afraid of the board”

“Yangyang I’m pretty sure I won’t be afraid of a long piece of wood on wheels,” you say confidently, “can I get on it now?”

He laughs, an amused look on his face, “yeah sure, okay hotshot hop on”

He holds his arms out, instructing you to hold onto his forearms in order to find your balance

With a deep breath, you place your right foot where Yangyang tells you to…

And you immediately feel the boards shift a little too much for your liking

With a small sound of distress, you buckle a little and tighten your grip on Yangyang’s arms, steading yourself on you left foot which is still on solid ground

“Not so confident now are we,” he teases, secretly placing his foot in front of the back wheels that he may or may not have forgotten to put there in the first place to properly secure the board

“Shut up okay,” you spit back, “unlike you, my face isn’t insured by a multi-million dollar company so I’d rather not break it”

He rolls his eyes, “my face is not insured,” he pauses, “at least I don’t think it is,” he furrows his eyebrows looking off to the side in thought

“Hey that's not the point right now,” you say, catching his attention, “I’m trying not to die here so could you please help me”

“Alright alright, quit complaining I got you,” he says quietly, “let's give it another try, just a little slower”

Taking another deep breath, you adjust your right foot, and quickly place your left foot behind it a little further down the board

With a death grip on Yangyang’s arms, you let out a shocked chuckle, surprised you have not managed to break and/or bruise anything yet

“See, you got it,” Yangyang praises, “how do you feel? good?,” you nod , “okay good,” he continues, “how about we try moving yeah?”

“Can we stay here for just a sec,” you say timidly

He nods, “yeah sure, no problem”

And so you do. You spend a couple of seconds, close to a minute or two on the board, getting used to the feeling of the board beneath your feet, softly swaying with every shift of your weight

“Don’t lock your knees okay,” he whispers, “you’ll fall if you do that, try bending them a bit, like you’re playing baseball,” he finishes, “yeah, just like that, perfect”

You squeeze his arms bit, letting him know that your ready to attempt moving

“Are you sure your ready,” Yangyang questions, “I don’t want you to be too nervous”

“I’m good,” you say, reassuring him, “let’s get a move on now, by the time we’re done I’ll be skating circles around you”

He lets out a loud laugh, one that builds up in the stomach and shakes the whole body

And unfortunately for you, he is was the only thing that is keeping you stable

The board shifts aggressively from under you, causing Yangyang to move his foot that is keeping the board in place so it doesn’t get completely run over

You barely register the board shooting forward when you panic and attempt to step off towards Yangyang

With a yelp, Yangyang stumbles backward, and with his grip tightening on your arms, he takes you down with him

You both fall onto the concrete below, Yangyang taking the brunt of the impact

Chest to chest, nose to nose, you lock eyes,,,,

And immediately burst into laughter

You rest your head on his shoulder, bodies both still shaking with small aftershock giggles

Yangyang puts his hand on the back of your head while you two are catching your breaths, trailing his hand down until its rubbing up and down your back

“Well,” Yangyang says still out of breath, “seems like you won’t be skating any laps around me anytime soon”

Smacking his chest, you lift yourself off of him, offering him a hand to help get him off the ground, “yeah sure, just you wait,” you say when he stands back up, “once I put in a little more practice, you’re gonna wish you never wanted to teach me”

With another chuckle, Yangyang grabs his board, “yeah yeah okay, I’ll believe it when I see it”

He turns to the sky, noticing the sun has gone down significantly since you’ve been at the park

“We should start heading back,” he says walking towards you, “I’ll finish showing you another time okay,” he finishes, holding his hand out to you

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say grabbing his outstretched hand

The two of you walk back to the Wayv dorms, with Yangyang swinging your joined arms back and forth, skipping away from the park, the sound of laughter circling around you

When you two arrive, you immediately crash on the couch in front of the air conditioner

Ten walks about of his room, “how was it,” he asks, but after seeing you laid out on the couch, he turns to Yangyang, “did you actually kill them”

“No,” Yangyang responds, “their just being dramatic-”

“Don’t listen to him Ten he almost killed me,” you cut him off

“You’re the one who fell on me,” he shouts back

“You’re the one who promised I wouldn’t fall,” you point out

“Okay okay,” Ten laughs, “c’mon we’re about to order food, let the rest of the guys pick their sides”

(Ten turns to you when Yangyang walks away, “I’m totally on your side by the way”)

And with that, your skating adventures with Yangyang begin

Not in the most perfect way, but as long as Yangyang is there to hold you, riding on the board doesn’t seem as intimidating

#liu yangyang #liu yangyang x reader #liu yangyang bulletpoint #liu yangyang fluff #liu yangyang fanfic #liu yangyang imagine #yangyang x reader #yangyang fic #yangyang x you #wayv x reader #wayv imagines #nct x reader #yangyang imagines #nct imagines #yangyang skater au

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vintagedolan · 3 years

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hiraeth part five - hoaloha

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“You seem miserable.”

“I am miserable.”

“Then just come home.”

“Kahua you know I can’t.”

He looked tanner over FaceTime. Or maybe she was just used to seeing more white people. She couldn’t really tell, but she caught herself staring at him as he rambled on, voice deep and strong.

She missed him. She missed home. It felt like her LA plan had turned into some sick joke, and she was patiently awaiting the cameras to appear and reveal it all.

At the top of her phone screen, a message appeared.

Tell me three things you like to do

Koa stared at her phone for a moment, chewing on her lip. It was the first non-work related text she’d gotten from him. Against her will, it raised her spirits a bit.

why?

Because we don’t know anything about you :(

If it wasn’t Ethan texting her, she wouldn’t have even responded. But she knew he was trying to make up for his brother’s shitty behavior, and in the day that she’d had to calm down and talk it out with Harlow, she’d realized she’d probably overreacted a bit more than she needed to. So, she answered as nicely as she could.

writing, surfing, existing, idk

“Bro, who are you texting?”

“No one.” It caught her off guard that she didn’t immediately tell him.

YOU CAN SURF?!

She must have smiled, because Kahua huffed. “Yeah, sure looks like no one.”

We’re picking you up in the morning at 7. Considering it team building

I’m from Hawaii dumbass of course I can surf

I don’t have a board though

Grayson has an extra

if you show up at 7 you better have coffee in that car

deal

She sent her address, having to rack her brain to remember the area code.

“Hello? Earth to Koa?”

“Sorry, it was Ethan. He wants to go surfing tomorrow. ‘Team bonding’ he says.”

Kahua frowned. “Why do you need to bond to write a book?”

“He’s just trying to get me back on his good side,” Koa muttered, and she regretted her words when she saw him stiffen. He was protective of her - to a fault.

“And what the fuck did he do to get on your bad side?”

“Nothing! Ethan’s a good guy, he’s just trying to cover his brother’s ass.”

“Okay, the what the fuck did his brother do to get on your bad side?”

The anger wasn’t lost on her. In her head she saw Grayson, his wide smile, the disappointment in his eyes when she’d stormed out.

“He didn’t really do anything. I overreacted.”

“Doubtful.”

“No really, he was just trying to be nice, I took it the wrong way, but he got the message.”

“Did he hit on you?”

She froze. “Huh?”

“You heard me.” His voice was more aggressive than she was used to - it made her uneasy.

“Uh no, he didn’t. He offered me a car actually.”

“He what?!”

“To borrow! Just to borrow, while I’m here.”

“Oh cause that makes it better,” he rolled his eyes. That unease came back into Koa’s stomach - she didn’t know this version of her best friend very well. It felt like a stranger on the screen.

“Alright hoaloha, I gotta go to bed, it’s late here.”

His own attitude seemed to register, and he frowned for a moment before he sighed.

“Yeah, I get you. Goodnight Koa. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

She wished she could sleep, but her mind raced even with her eyes squeezed shut. She even tried to bargain with herself - surely if she just kept her eyes closed, she’d fall asleep.

But the clock read 2, then 3, then 4, and she wasn’t even sure if she actually fell asleep before it was time for her to get up and get ready to surf.

She didn’t have the energy to put any effort into her outfit. It didn’t matter anyways... who was she trying to impress? She grabbed the first bathing suit her fingers touched and put it on, throwing her up in a bun and grabbing a towel, her wetsuit and a cup of coffee on the way out the door.

The twins were outside. She wouldn’t have known it was them if there weren’t 3 boards strapped to the top of the jeep. The windows were tinted enough that she didn’t know who was driving until she got in.

Grayson turned around from the passenger seat with a cup of coffee in his hands, face falling to a frown when he saw that she already had one.

He’d brewed two pots, since the first one was too bitter on his taste test.

“You underestimate me,” she teased, reaching out and taking it from him. It was still warm.

“Double fisting the caffeine, I like it I like it,” Ethan grinned, pulling out of the spot and heading for the beach.

“Hopefully the beach won’t be crowded so we don’t run into anyone on the swells,” Grayson mused just to fill the silence.

“If you’re good, you don’t hit people,” Koa said between sips, watching the palm trees fly by the window. The car was warm, cozy in a way as the sun began to rise over the ocean. It was no Hawaiian sunrise, but it would do for now.

He didn’t say much after that until they got to the beach. Ethan made small talk where he could, and Koa wasn’t unaware of Grayson’s eyes on her while she shimmied into her wetsuit.

“Need help zipping up?” He offered - his cheeks were bright red in an almost boyish way.

She could reach the long string and do it herself, but she let him as a sign of good faith, grateful that he brushed her stray hairs away from the velcro so it didn’t get trapped and stuck.

Koa returned the favor for him when he turned around. It took some tugging to get the neoprene to stretch over his wide back. She lingered for a moment as she took in his tattoo; three lions resting together, two young and one old, with the words above and below - others came before me, others to come. It made her pause for a moment, trying to understand. From what she knew of Grayson, it didn’t fit him, his personality, his arrogance.

But did she really know him at all?

“Is it stuck?” His voice pulled her out of her inner monologue, and it was her turn to blush.

“Yeah, sorry, hold on,” she lied, giving it an overdramatic tug and tapping his shoulder to let him know she was done before taking her board from Ethan and heading down the sand. The water was chilly, but she adjusted quickly, starting to paddle as soon as she could. The boys kept up with her well, which didn’t surprise her based on their biceps.

The separation came when the first swell came in. Koa surveyed it, eyes poignant to what was coming. When she recognized the way the water moved, she immediately turned and began to paddle. Three strokes and she should snag it.

Sure enough, the timing landed just right and she pushed up onto her board the way Amosa had taught her when she was three; press, tuck and push. The wave caught her in its grasp and pushed her forward, exhilaration pumping through every vein.

And on top of that board, headed towards the shore, she felt at home.

And in her ears, she heard Grayson.

Or Ethan. She wasn’t sure, but one or both of them were yelling behind her, cheering her on as she continued across the swell, steady and triumphant.

Grayson couldn’t look away. It sounded dumb, even in his head, but she looked majestic. He couldn’t think of another word for her as she floated across, as stable as if she was walking down the sidewalk. It made him gasp when she bailed to the side and tucked under the wave, but even that was graceful.

It took her a minute to get back to them, but the boys were still cheering. Ethan didn’t hesitate to pull her towards him, giving her a hug with wide eyes.

“You gotta teach us how to do that bro.”

“It’s all in the timing,” she explained, and then she was talking. Technique, and strategy and watching for the right ones, how to bail - everything she knew.

Grayson couldn’t get enough of hearing her talk, more animated than he’d ever heard her as she straddled her board and bobbed up and down in the waves.

“Help me catch one,” Ethan begged. She obliged him, watching closely as the next set rolled in.

“When I say it, no fucking around or you’ll miss it,” she reminded him. She saw one coming in quickly, gauged it in the same moment and began her instructions.

“Okay, go, go go go, now, up now!”

To his own amazement, Ethan caught it at the perfect time, feet getting underneath him more solidly than they ever had. He didn’t last as long as he hoped - it was no longboard, but still, he managed to ride it for a good 10 seconds before he bailed to the side. Grayson jeered at him with a smile, watching him bob back up and struggle to get back on his board to paddle out. He thought he could hear people cheering from the shore, and he hoped for a moment they hadn’t been recognized.

“My turn,” Grayson grinned, the butterflies in his stomach a product of Koa’s proximity or the waves, he couldn’t tell.

But when he turned, she was swimming away from him as fast as she could, desperate to get away from him it seemed.

The hurt came first, and then it was immediately replaced by panic. He put the pieces together quickly.

A woman yelling from the sand, running towards the water. Koa, barreling as fast as her arms could take her in the same direction.

And a small dot of pink, barely visible above the waves.

“That’s a kid, fuck, thats a KID!”

He swam as fast as he could, Ethan blindly following. But they were no match for Koa’s many years in the waves. She swam as fast as her board would take her, only slowing enough to ensure she didn’t hit the little girl. She was gasping, her blonde hair down over her forehead.

As gently as she could without wasting any time, Koa grabbed her and hauled her up onto the board, breathing for the first time when she realized the girl was okay.

“Hi sweetheart, are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s your name?” Koa brushed her hair back just as Grayson got there on his own board, panting.

“I’m Alice. I want my mommy,” she cried, shivering as she laid on the board.

“It’s okay baby, my name is Koa. I’m gonna help you get back to mommy, okay?”

But when Koa began to move, Alice cried louder, scrambling towards her and almost tipping the board.

“No, no the waves are too big! They’re gonna get us!” she whimpered, looking towards the shore. All of them could tell she was terrified, and Koa put on her most convincing smile.

“I know it! They’re pretty big, but guess what?”

“What?”

“Your mommy sent me to help because I have a special board, and it never tips over, no matter what. So we’ll be extra safe. And these guys are gonna follow us and make sure no waves get us, okay? We’ll be back to mommy so fast.”

She couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7, and Koa was glad. Children still trusted people. And Alice trusted her, her small hands grabbing onto the board as Koa began to kick them in with the boys following behind.

Ethan watched it happen, like the petals of a rose opening up for the first time in spring.

Grayson was melting. All it took was seeing her once in that light and he knew the reason why he’d sat outside of Monty’s, why he was willing to let her borrow the car, why it bothered him so much that she wanted nothing to do with him.

He watched her scoop Alice up and carry her to her mother, watched her accept the hug the little girl gave her in gratitude, and he knew that there was something about the stupid book deal, and Ethan being stubborn and her coming all the way from Hawaii that was meant to happen.

There was no going back from it.

It was done.

When Koa turned to look at him, she couldn’t read the emotion in his eyes. So she just looked; held his gaze and quirked her head a bit when it didn’t falter.

“What?”

“You just saved that kid’s life,” he said. “You’re incredible.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal, had to scoop up some cousins back home at least once a week.” She blew it off, but she blushed anyways.

“Says the hero. C’mon, I think that’s enough ocean for the day, let’s go get breakfast or something,” Ethan jumped in.

“You just don’t wanna let Grayson catch a wave,” Koa teased, nudging his shoulder. He bumped her back and Grayson watched with a smile as they all headed back up towards the car - he couldn’t care less about the waves he was leaving behind.

They got cleaned up and out of their wetsuits, and the best feeling came when Ethan tossed Grayson his keys and climbed into the back of the jeep over the frame, a silent push for Grayson to keep his momentum as Koa climbed into the passenger seat.

“Alright hero, what’s for breakfast?” He turned to her with a grin.

“Hmmm... bagels.”

“Bagels it is.”

#yes I am still pretending that ethan has the jeep okay ITS FINE LET ME LIVE #this was a good distraction #thanks for being patient :')#hiraeth

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friendofspidermannedleeds · 3 years

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Fictober Day 5

Prompt #5: “I’m not saying I told you so...” Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Characters: Peter & May Parker Words: 2159 Summary: Peter wants May to share his excitement about Spider-Man.

Avoiding the Issue

“Nope. Not happening.”

“C’mon, May—just once! It’s like flying, you’ll love it!”

“No, and that’s final.”

Peter doesn’t hear that tone often, so he relents—for now. But he’s not going to let it go forever, because he knows May would love swinging—and she’d see firsthand how safe and fun it is, and know she absolutely made the right choice a few months ago in fully trusting him to be Spider-Man.

Just before Homecoming, Peter was scared May would find him out and ban the superhero life altogether. But when she did know—when she found out, and freaked out, as he predicted—she’d conclusively given him permission to keep going. And after the initial shock of it all, Peter wondered why he’d worried about it in the first place.

May’s the most laid-back parent Peter knows. She’s always had less rules, less judgement, and less structure than most of his friends’ parents, so it made sense when she came around to Spider-Man in the end.

But after that first week, when he’d fully convinced her he wasn’t going to break every time he went out on patrol, May hadn’t asked about Spider-Man much at all. She wasn’t completely hands-off—she established loose curfews, reminded him to bring energy bars so he didn’t pass out, and helped patch up the cuts he came home with—but she never asked for many details about what he’d been up to. And frankly, with Ned always eager to hear the play-by-plays, Peter hadn’t felt the urge to elaborate.

Still, now that May knows, Peter needs to share this part of his life with her. He needs her to be excited about it.

May loves all the thrill-seeking activities that Peter’s tried—roller coasters, ziplines, longboarding down steep inclines—so he doesn’t see why she’s so adamant she’ll never give swinging a chance.

---

He tries again a few weeks later, after taking Ned for a swing.

“May—he loved it. And he’s back in one piece, so I can prove that it’s totally safe!”

May’s busy typing out emails and won’t even look at him. “That’s great, Peter. The answer is still no.”

Peter doesn’t want to let this go. She’s been denying his offer for weeks, and her lukewarm attitude to his Spider-Man-ing in general is starting to worry him.

“If I could just show you how cool all of this is, I think you’d really see—”

“Part of the deal with me letting you do this was keeping your identity secret. If people saw us—”

“No one saw me and Ned!” Peter insists. “Karen has a function where she can map a route where we won’t be seen at all, and we’ll go in the middle of the night—”

“No, thank you.”

“But I just told you how we could be sneaky! Could you just explain why you—”

“Peter. Please. I said I’m not interested, so you need to drop it. Now.”

And that somewhat foreign tone of firm finality has returned, so Peter drops it. Again.

But he can’t say it doesn’t hurt a little that she won’t tell him why.

---

On a Sunday afternoon, there’s an extraordinary amount of commotion at the intersection of Roosevelt and Main. Peter’s patrolling a few blocks away when his senses alert him in a way they never have before—he doesn’t just feel there’s danger he needs to follow, he feels like his entire world will collapse if he doesn’t make it over there as quick as he possibly can.

When he approaches the scene, he understands why. Some crazed maniac in green is flying through the air on a stupid saucer, the crowd is screaming and scrambling to get away from a hole in the center of the intersection that’s miraculously not taken down any vehicles, and, standing on northeast corner in the green guy’s direct pattern of flight, is May.

Peter jumps into action and scoops her up. She screams in his ear almost as soon as he starts swinging away.

“Peter Benjamin!! There are LOADS of people back there who need your help, what are you doing??”

“Saving your life!!” Peter replies, seeing her point but also fully confident that he could not have done anything else in the situation he was given. “He was about to barrel into you!!”

“You’d better put me down and go back there before someone gets hurt, or I swear—”

“I know I know just one more block, okay?” He’s thinking more clearly now, looking for a place to land that doesn’t have too large a crowd—his agreement to protect his identity fresh in his mind.

He finds a clear area and sets her down as gently has he can.

“You good May?”

“Go,” her voice is shaky as she whispers, “go get ‘em, baby.”

“I love you!” He yells as he takes off, trying not to acknowledge the tears he saw in her eyes just before he left.

---

In the end, the goblin guy wasn’t that hard to take down. He was what Mr. Stark would call a “bottom of the barrel villain,” probably the kind of jerk who’s below the Avengers’ pay grade. That made him perfect for Peter, considering he’d turned down a spot in the Avengers—something he won’t be going back on anytime soon, because even if he did change his mind, May strictly forbade him from joining. It was another one of her few rules limiting his Spider-Man activity.

He swings home from the fight feeling sweaty, sore, and exhausted. May’s already answered his numerous texts with reassurances that yes, she is fine and back at the apartment.

He enters to the smell of Thai.

“Yes,” he says, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, “thank you, May, I am starving—”

She interrupts him with a tight hug, and he can hear her heart beating more quickly than what seems reasonable.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She’s still not letting go. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” He wiggles his way out of her hug and grins. “That was all kind of fun, actually.”

May immediately turns away, walking to the cupboard to grab some plates.

“Why don’t you take a shower,” she says, voice a little strained, “and I’ll have everything ready.”

Peter frowns. “Um, okay, but…May? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Go shower.”

He realizes he hasn’t seen her face clearly since he walked in, and approaches from the side. Her eyes are red and puffy and her cheeks are wet.

“May,” he breathes, putting a cautious hand on her shoulder, “you’re not fine, I—I’m sorry, May, I’m sorry—are you hurt? Was that swinging too much, or—or was that fight not a thing you want me to do as Spider-Man? I—”

“Stop,” May says, her hands gripping the counter as she stands at the sink. “Go shower, Peter, please.”

“I…I don’t think I can,” Peter says stupidly, “I want to know that you’re…okay.”

May sighs and pushes off the counter, still not facing Peter as she walks to the living room. He follows, sitting next to her on the couch but giving her space.

Peter’s scared. He’s never seen May react to his Spider-Man antics like this before. Sure, she’s yelled at him for being irresponsible when she first found out, and they’d both cried a little in the heart-to-heart that followed the big reveal. She’d been upset he didn’t feel he could tell her; he’d been upset to share his superhero origin story was so closely tied to Ben. But they made it through, and May was—is—fairly supportive of his Spider-Man life.

But then he thinks about the events of the day, and her near-death experience with the goblin guy. Those sorts of close scrapes don’t really bother Peter anymore, but when you’re not planning to almost die on a Sunday afternoon, he can see why the circumstances are so upsetting.

“May,” he starts carefully, “I’m so sorry you had to go through that—almost dying and everything—I know it was really scary, and—”

“Peter,” May interrupts, and it’s barely above a whisper, “this is not about me, or about any close calls—it’s the fact that I saw—I truly understood up close what—what you’re—”

She covers her face in her hands.

He feels stuck. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” May grabs tissues from the coffee table, “you don’t have to be, okay? You don’t. It’s just—I didn’t want to understand. Spider-Man, I mean. I wanted to know just enough that I could be confident Karen kept you safe, and that’s all. I couldn’t imagine what it was actually like to fight, and to swing from buildings, and to take down villains, because I didn’t—I didn’t want to.”

“So—so you didn’t want to go swinging because it would show you how dangerous my method of transportation is, or…”

May snorts a little at his word choice. “Something like that, I guess. I’ve seen the videos, and it’s just…” she shrugs. “I don’t know. I know it sounds silly now, but not knowing how your swinging works was like a form of denial.”

Peter shifts uncomfortably. He’s pretty horrified with himself for not thinking of any of this before, but he’s also a little hurt—does May not trust him?

“I’m responsible out there,” he insists, “I am, I promise. Please believe me—”

“Peter,” he can hear the exasperation in her voice, “I do believe you—I do. You are capable and responsible and amazing, I promise you I know that. But you’re also—” she takes a pause to dab her eyes with a tissue— “you’re also fifteen, Peter.”

“Yeah…” He almost wants to retort that he’s a fifteen-year-old who can stop a bus with his bare hands, but he knows now’s not the time or place.

“Listen, I understand that you’re doing incredible things out there, and that your powers keep you pretty well prepared for anything that gets thrown at you. But you’re my kid, Peter. I kept thinking about you fighting that creep today, and getting hurt, or worse, and because I was there, I could picture it so clearly, and it’s—” she exhales. “It’s just a lot, honey. It’s going to take some getting used to.”

Peter feels like an absolute idiot. His interpretation of her actions and approaches over the past few months couldn’t have been more naïve.

He should have given this more thought. No matter how laid-back May is, she’s still a parent, and he’s still putting himself in danger daily, no matter how much she hates it. He’s been so busy wondering why May won’t come around to how fun Spider-Man is, he’s missed the fact that they’ve both been avoiding something deeper.

Maybe he hasn’t tried to understand what she goes through because he didn’t want to understand. Because it’s scary to imagine what she must feel, knowing people try to kill her kid every night when it hasn’t even been a year since the night Ben was killed.

He can’t think about what Spider-Man means for May, because he can’t quit. Not when it’s his responsibility.

He thinks she knows that.

“I’m sorry, May. I get what you’re feeling, I really do.” He scoots closer. “Is there a way I can help?”

May smiles for the first time. “You know what, I think I’m going to be okay—I think today’s fiasco actually helped a lot, and even though I’m an absolute mess right now, I—I think it helped.”

“Good, that’s—that’s great.” Peter grins back at her. He knows he probably shouldn’t say what he wants to say next, but after all this stress, the question is burning in his mind.

“What did you think about swinging in general, though? I mean, was it fun? Did you feel like you were flying?”

May laughs now, shaking her head in disbelief. “You know what? Putting my panic at your dangerous world-saving mission aside, it was pretty fun. Better than a roller coaster, really, if I wasn’t experiencing a mental breakdown at the time.”

“I knew it,” Peter celebrates, “I’m not saying I told you so, but…”

“Oh, you’d better not be saying anything snarky right about now. Go take your shower.”

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going.” He stands and heads for the hall. “Hey—May?”

She looks up, eyes less red and shoulders less slumped. “Yeah?”

“I…”

He wants to make some sort of promise, to reassure her that what happened to Ben won’t happen to him. He wants to say that he’ll be more careful while patrolling, that he’ll swear to never do anything too dangerous, that he’ll even stop being Spider-Man if she asks him.

But he can’t. He’s not sure he would mean a word of it.

“I love you,” he says.

He’s sure of that much.

#fictober21 #may parker #peter parker #spider-man #spider-man fic #my fic #fos fic #this one...got out of hand #so much for ficlets only #also not me tryna do a peter and may fic #from his pov for once #and then immediately being like #you know what would improve this fic?#may pov #ah well #too late now

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nakedmossy · 4 years

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Depth Over Distance - Part One [Rudy x Reader]

[A/N: I haven’t found a hometown Rudy fic yet soooo I wrote one. I have no idea where this story is going to go and I’m honestly finding it hard to get out of writing JJ and get into writing Rudy, but here we go anyways. I wanted to write something where the reader and Rudy were hometown friends before he moved to LA, and to explore the idea of how that would change/what it would look like when he comes back. Get ready for a S L O W. B U R N. my dudes. Peace and love, Mossy x]

The sky was grey and the air was wet - it had been raining for 4 days straight. You sat in your car with the heat cranked, your window down slightly so that the humidity didn’t fog up your mirrors. Living on the Alaskan coast was beautiful most of the time but horrible some of the time, especially when you had to waste gas just keeping warm and dry at 6pm in the beginning of ‘Summer’.

You had never lived anywhere else aside from the summer you spent in Vancouver with your cousin when you were 19. Now, at 23, you were working full time at the local bookshop that was an 8 minute drive from your house in the winter and a 20 minute walk/skate in the summer. Your car was parked street side, waiting for your friend Lizzy to finish her shift at the cafe. The smell of the rain and the Ben Howard song on the radio made you nostalgic about the times you and your friends from high school had spent hours skating down these streets, beers in your backpacks, no helmets, dirty shoes and clothes, no pressure, no responsibilities, no cell service...no worries.

Since graduation a lot of your friends had moved out of town, either to Anchorage or down to Washington, or further south. Your best friend Lizzy had stayed close to home, helping run her families business and working part time at the cafe. You had stayed local too...your dad owned a fishing guide business and your mom was an admin assistant for the MD in town, but neither made enough to cover all the medical bills you had racked up over the last few years. You figured once the debt was paid off you might leave...but you had no idea where you would go.

You missed all of your friends, but you missed the boys the most, aside from Lizzy you didn't have a lot of female friends, and your boys had been like brothers to you. You spoke to most of them every few weeks on FaceTime, except Rudy. He had gone to LA for awhile and had kept in touch loosely, but after the first few months he started to drift.

You felt the loss the hardest for Rudy. He had been your closest friend the longest, you had spent nearly every day of every summer together since you were 9, and every school year you worked the same part time job at the seafood restaurant on the water. Now, the last you heard, he was coming back for the summer to ‘reconnect’. You had low expectations and tried not to let yourself get excited, but truthfully, you wanted him to spend some time at home and be around his own kind again - he had always been a homebody and you were worried that being gone for 4 years would go to his head or change him.

Lizzy tapped on the glass, causing you to blink out of your reverie and smile at her. You rolled the window down and let her reach in and open the door from the inside (the handle had been broken since high school). She threw her backpack and skateboard in the back seat, climbing in and closing her door.

“Ugh.” She grunted as her teeth chattered and she rubbed her bare legs.

“You know its only May, you shouldn’t even be wearing shorts yet. The snow just melted.”

Lizzy glared at you playfully and put her hand out to do your handshake. You did it, then put the car in drive and started slowly down the street, windshield wipers moving rhythmically.

“How was the shift?” You asked as you checked your mirrors and wiped some humidity off the rear view.

“Same old” Lizzy leaned back in her seat and pulled the visor mirror down to fix her hair. “That old man Collins from the cannery keeps coming in and harassing me.”

“Jack? The one with the eye patch?”

Lizzy nodded dramatically as she held the bobby pins in her mouth and started to twist her straight black hair off her face.

“That guy-“ She finished placing the final pin and slammed the visor closed “-Is an absolute creep.”

You snorted a sarcastic laugh and rolled your eyes.

“He’s like...70. And widowed. Don’t be rude.”

“I’m not being rude. Im just...asserting my boundaries.”

“You literally have a 3 foot counter between you at minimum, at all times.” You looked over at her and raised your eyebrows.

“Whatever. All I’m saying is we need hotter men in this town. Like...soon.”

You nodded in agreement and felt your eyes wander all over the road, remembering the time you and Rudy had taken your longboards down it after a torrential downpour and you had crashed and gotten such bad road burn that he had to call his dad to come pick you both up because you couldn’t walk.

“Hey, Y/N, are you listening?” Lizzy cut back in, staring at you.

“No, what?”

“I said, speaking of hot guys, I heard Rudy is coming back for a few months.”

You pinched your face and looked at her then at the road, then back at her.

“Rudy is not hot. Rudy is....Rudy. What are you talking about?”

Lizzy looked at you disbelieving and closed her mouth, trying not to smile.

“What!” You repeated, smacking her arm.

“Hey!” She laughed, then shook her head and looked out the window. “Whatever you say man, I just think....” She grabbed her water bottle and began to screw off the lid “I just think...he’s not gonna be the same Rudy that left 4 years ago. He’s like...a movie star now.”

You couldn’t even begin to touch that one. You knew what she was doing...she was always harping on you about going on dates or taking trips with her to the mainland to hook up with the pilots during their layovers. You never went, and always insisted that you were just fine and were not interested. She never listened. Part of that was true...you were fine, and usually not interested. But sometimes, when the water was calm and the sunset was colourful and the fish were jumping and your beer was cold...you wished you had someone to share it with.

“I’m going up to Skagway this weekend with my dad” You said, changing subjects. “He’s short a guide and needs someone to drive the boat.”

“Lucky you” She said sarcastically, screwing the lid back on her bottle. “Another weekend spent with men twice your age who have zero ability to catch a fish and even less ability to smell nice.”

“It’s good money.” You said flatly, annoyed that everything seemed to revolve around men with her. “And in case you forgot I’m kinda in need of that at the moment.”

Lizzy licked her lips and put her hands up, dipping her head.

“Alright...noted. Chill out Kemosabe.” She giggled under her breath and looked out her window, drawing a small penis in the moisture on the window.

“Babe, seriously. You need to get laid.” You said, shaking your head.

“I know” She replied, working on the veins. “Trust me. Im in a state of national emergency by this time of year.”

Lizzy was absolutely one of the girliest girls (and most beautiful girls) in the south of Alaska, which was ironic considering the house she grew up in. Her dad was an overweight German restaurant entrepreneur who had opened a world class seafood restaurant in Juneau back in the 90s and had shacked up with her mother who was this drop dead gorgeous Haida warrior woman who you had literally seen kill and skin a bear with her own hands.

They had forged this chain of restaurants local to Alaska that people flew hundreds of miles to eat at, but still lived in an off-grid cabin that hadn’t been insulated since 1960 and used wood heating. Not really the type of family that screamed southern belle femininity - yet somehow Lizzy came out of that union with a pink bed set, refusing to ever wear camo or sweatpants, and still had never shot a gun - which her mother reminded her of weekly.

Lizzy had hit puberty at 10 and had used her breast advantage over every girl in your class for the next 3 years like some sort of distinction of better genetics, as if she needed boobs to prove that. Unlike you, she was naturally thin and tall (6ft to be precise), had long, thick straight black hair and olive skin, and perfect hips. You felt like a prepubescent boy standing next to her, with your uneven complexion and your frizz and your awkward thigh fat distribution. You were envious of her genetics - her mother graced her with the body of an athlete and the thick black hair, and her father had given her height and cheekbones that could slice through glass. You looked down at your arms, covered in freckles, pasty white from lack of sun, and cringed, looking back at the road.

You turned the corner leaving the main road and starting on the dirt road that led to your favourite part of beach access. Lizzy pulled her hoodie out of her backpack and took off her seatbelt, leaning forward to pull it down over her head. You leaned forward and looked up, this was your favourite part of the drive. The dirt road which was lined with moss and ferns and other foliage wound along the base of the snow capped mountain that was at least 1000ft in elevation. The mist and fog from the coast was thick and creeped through the tall cedar trees, black ravens and falcons flying overhead stark against the white mist. This was the most idyllic picture of northwest coastal living you could find.

When you parked at the trail head Lizzy slipped off her work flats and into her Teva’s, you grabbed your yellow Vans out of your trunk and slipped them on. You usually drove bare foot, a habit you had started in high school after Rudy had thrown your shoes off the dock at the restaurant and you had to drive home without any. You grabbed your sweater and your backpack which had the beer in it. As you were both gathering the rest of your things...beach blanket, hats, and rain cover, you heard a car pull up behind you. You stood up out of the trunk and squinted to see the car through the fog. It was a black ford pickup you had never seen before.

“Who’s that?” Lizzy chimed in from behind you.

“No clue” You said as you lifted your hand to wave once.

The truck had tinted windows and looked brand new. When it pulled up beside you, the drivers side window began to unroll, revealing Junior - your high school (ex) sweetheart.

“Holy” You said, eyebrows up, nodding. “Nice truck - where’d you steal it from?” He rolled his eyes at you dramatically.

“Whatever kid - its a rental. Got it to drive to the airport in.” His chest puffed out and his expression read so proud.

“Airport?” You said inquisitively. “Since when does Alan pay you to drive new trucks to the airport?”

“Since Rudy hired him for the pick up service and apparently is incapable of driving his own ass around anymore” Junior snorted and waved at Lizzy.

“Or he doesn’t have a car here anymore” You noted, rolling your eyes at him.

“Either way, I get this bad boy for the next 24 hours and I intend to give her the royal grand tour of our humble town.” He ran his hand up and down the steering wheel, stroking the new leather. “Wanna go for a rip?” He said, winking. You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Well I do” Lizzy piped up from beside you, walking closer to the window. She smiled at Junior and began to put her hair in a pony tail. She nudged your arm as she began to walk to the passenger side door. “Come on, granny. Let’s go!”

She laughed as she climbed up into the truck, but you shook your head again.

“I’m good...you kids have fun. Say hi to Rudy for me” You said to Junior, who shrugged his head and muttered ‘definitely wont do that’ under his breath.

Lizzy blew a kiss at you and waved once before Junior put it in drive and started to go up the dirt road north of you.

Junior and you had ended on okay terms, but he had concocted a theory that you had broken up with him because of another guy, and the unspoken suggestion was that that guy had been Rudy. Small town guys had a heck of a time with the idea of girls and guys just being friends.

You sighed and watched as the truck disappeared around the corner, and turned back to your own car. You grabbed your backpack and slammed the trunk closed, walking down the path alone. You weren’t mad at Lizzy for going with him - she was flighty and bailed on you at the bar all the time - but you were mad the beer was going to go warm before you could drink it all. Not that you should even be drinking 6 beers alone by the water when you had to drive yourself home. Doubtful the 2 cops in this town would even be awake to see you though. Whatever.

You reached the end of the path and rounded the corner, revealing the coast line and the rocky beach. It was your favourite place to sit and think, sit and smoke, sit and be yourself. The beach curled in a U shape, giving you a private spot where the rest of the shoreline was blocked from view and all you could see was the ominous cedar forest that stretched up the mountain, the snow caps at the top, and the horizon over the cold pacific.

You had intended to share the joint you had in your pocket with Lizzie, but...well, her loss. You spread the blanket out on the softest patch of sand and rocks you could find (which still meant you were guaranteed to get at least 2 rocks in the ass) and placed your bag down, kicking off your sneakers. You took a deep breath for the first time in a few days and lit the joint, taking one long, deep inhale. You felt it tingle through your chest and your arms and legs almost immediately, relaxing you. Being here alone always sent you into a spiral of memories and thoughts that you worked hard during the day to suppress. Most insistent lately had been thoughts about your health problems. You called them ‘health problems’ but in reality it was just an eating disorder. You could go 2, sometimes 3 days without eating anything, and never felt hungry. It started after graduation.

You had lost weight, dramatically, going from a stable 120-125 to 95 at most and 90 at worst, in the span of a month. And for the next three years you had never gained it back, you had stayed at a relatively stable 95, which still left you looking sickly and too thin at 5’3”. Your frame wasn’t built for that kind of weight drop, you were Scottish and Cree, sprinkled with a little bit of German and Irish. A classic northwest cracker mix. You weren’t naturally small, you always had a bit of something to grab onto, but it was normal to your body, healthy.

Some part of your brain knew that it had something to do with leaving school...and the pretence that came with that. The expectation...the responsibility. You were never that kind of person, and it never really bothered you, but suddenly it had. You never planned to go to University right away, but you had no back up plan. It wasn't something you and your friends really talked about. But suddenly Jacob had gotten into U of Washington, Dan had left to backpack Europe, and Rudy had not so graciously announced he was deferring his acceptance and scholarship to culinary school because he wanted to be an actor, and flew to LA the next month. You had been left behind, with Lizzy of all people, and it had hit you hard.

You looked around the beach, dragging on your joint quicker than normal, trying to knock the thoughts out of your head. An Eagle screeched above - scaring you - and you laid back on the blanket, closing your eyes. You needed to chill the hell out. This was the first time in a few weeks that you had gotten a night off from helping your dad with his guide business and you didn’t plan on wasting it riddling your brain with anxiety and worrying about your body.

You looked up at the sky and watched the mist and fog kiss the clouds, the sunset colours dancing across them. As it usually did, the rain had stopped just as the sun was going down, the clouds parting briefly and letting the smallest sliver of sunlight through, just enough to burn the grey light out of the sky and allow the pink and orange hues to fade along the horizon. You sat up and cracked a beer, enjoying the fresh smelling air and the rhythmic sound of the waves licking the shore line.

Two beers in you had put on your jacket and placed your Bluetooth speaker next to you on the blanket, blasting a playlist that Rudy had made you for your graduation party.

Three beers in you took the jacket off, standing up and dancing by yourself on the beach to the music.

Four beers in you laid down on the blanket, balled your jacket up and used it as a pillow, and started looking for shapes in the stars.

Five beers in you fell sleep.

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Many hours later, as the sun rose and was bright on the water and the early morning bird feed was in full swing overhead, you were drifting in and out of sleep to the squawking when a shadow came across your face, alerting you to groggily open your eyes.

“What’s up, Little Fern?” His voice had gotten deeper. Wait, what?

You opened your eyes and blinked, raising a hand to block the sun. There, in your very awake and very not dreaming state, was the unmistakable silhouette that you had spent the last 18 years dreaming about and 18 years being a friend to.

Rudy.

#rudy pankow #reader x rudy #depth over distance #nakedmossywrites #jj maybank #outer banks #obx

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patrick-hockstutter · 4 years

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Modern!Bowers Gang:

Patrick:

Really into cinematography and photography of the unsettling

Never captions his Instagram posts

Goes live on Instagram a lot, even though people really wished he wouldn’t

Makes art out of dead animals or animal bones he finds

Think Banksy, but with roadkill

He’ll take some (somehow) tasteful photos of them, post them, then leave the scene there for some unexpecting bystander to find

Has a nosering (fight me)

Never uses incognito mode

If someone happens to stumble upon his search history, he’s not paying their therapy bill

He likes reading smut more than he likes watching porn

A ps4 guy

Loves spooky games like Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Until Dawn and Death Stranding

He’s not really into school, but he surprisingly reads a lot when he’s alone in his room

Only about things he likes though

Abnormal psych, criminal psych, and sometimes some zoology (u kno y)

Watches serial killer documentaries like he’s paid to

Listens to grunge, nu metal, and 80s alt

Won’t admit it, but sometimes listens to Joji

He’s not super into emo music, but he’s the only one who will listen to it with Victor (he fckn vibes to Brand New)

Ironically uses a Zune

Has an Android but lowkey wishes he had an iPhone

Doesn’t have a computer, just jailbreaks/hacks the school issued laptop

Has a black line tattooed around some of his fingers, one of his wrists, and the shell of his ear

Has a foot tattoo

Has a fucking Juul

Watches LeafyIsHere on YouTube (tell me I’m wrong)

Spends too much time on Reddit

Wears flannels, skinny jeans, and Vans (a beanie if he’s cold)

Mostly cycles through the same three or four outfits

Wears the same pair of Vans every single day

Victor:

Big into aromatherapy

He uses lavender soaps and has an essential oil diffuser in his room

Uses incognito mode to watch Vampire Diaries

A Nintendo ass b i t c h

He has the gray Switch Lite

He brings his Switch with him everywhere (yes he’s that guy)

But what else are you gonna do when you wanna ignore Patrick?

Watches conspiracy theories about ghosts, cryptids, and aliens

Also big into podcasts (mostly true crime and conspiracy ones)

He listens to them on his headphones while he takes walks or draws

Posts his drawings on Tumblr

Does art streams on Twitch when he gets really bored

Has an eyebrow piercing (but it’s a small stud one, not a ring)

Has little tattoos on his hands

Wears bomber jackets, skinny jeans, joggers, army jackets, converse, and combat boots

The boy has style okay

Had an emo phase but still listens to the music (especially Tiny Moving Parts)

The emo phase was pretty short because Henry made fun of him so much

He just fucking liked MCR and Taking Back Sunday a lot, okay?

And Pierce The Veil and Sleeping With Sirens, but he doesn’t readily admit that

Now mostly listens to new wave, synth pop, and lofi hiphop

His favorite bands are Drab Majesty and Choir Boy (look up their new album btw)

Has a black iPhone and a space gray MacBook Pro

Uses Apple Music

Vapes, but only fruity flavors

Watches BoJack Horseman

Doesn’t really eat fast food but never passes up an M&M McFlurry

Paints his (and Patrick’s) nails black

One time Patrick caught him doing a facemask, so Patrick put one on and started chasing him around screaming as a joke

Cue: hmm… this feels kinda good tho

So now Victor and Patrick have secret mini spa days

Drives a Subaru

Belch:

Makes Spotify playlists like he’s paid to

He’s just really good at putting songs together

He tried to get into music theory, but he wasn’t one for actually making his own songs

Really into metal (obvi) but also likes some classic rock and punk stuff

Has records hung up side by side all around his room where the wall meets the ceiling

Still buys CDs

His Instagram feed is full of vintage cars and custom import cars

Fast and Furious is his favorite movie series

His favorite shows are Sons of Anarchy and The Walking Dead

But he also loves early 2000s comedies

Has a mini projector to watch movies on his room wall

Wears band tees, flannels, jean jackets, Carhartt stuff, d a d h a t s

Really wants a tattoo but always gets nervous

Uses incognito mode to watch porn and buy some of his band tees from Hot Topic

Only one in the gang that uses Facebook (Mama Huggins made him so he could keep in contact with family)

Follows a few meme pages but also some cooking ones so he can send his mom any cool recipes he finds

Victor lowkey makes fun of him for actually using the Facebook page

Invests money in really good headphones and car speakers

Has a black iPhone

It’s always at 20% battery cause it’s always connected to his headphones, Bluetooth speaker, or car stereo

Him and Victor FaceTime when they’re bored

Sometimes they won’t even say much, they just like the over the phone company

Doesn’t smoke, but sometimes hits Vic’s vape

A social vaper if you will

Watches Idubbbz and Filthy Frank on YouTube

His favorite fast food place is Wendy’s

Not really into video games but fucking slays at Guitar Hero

And when Rock Band came out nobody saw him for like two weeks

Has a black Hydroflask with band stickers on it

Henry:

He plays a lot of Xbox

Mostly Halo, COD, Destiny, any first-person shooter really

Baits people on Xbox Live cause he thinks it’s hilarious

He’s also a fucking cyberbully but we all expected that

Has Victor’s old iPhone

Never fucking charges it

He’ll text you back in 3-5 business days (if at all)

And if you try to call him he’ll block your number

Plays iMessage games like cup pong and 8 ball with Belch

The only social media he uses is Snapchat and Tinder to look at girls

In one of his Tinder photos he’s holding a fish (srrynotsrry)

Doesn’t really listen to too much music

He doesn’t dislike music, just usually prefers to do things in silence

His mind is chaotic enough, he doesn’t need background noise

But he will listen to Cigarettes After Sex and TV Girl on a really low volume when he goes to sleep

Uses incognito mode to pick and choose random soft or angsty songs that he likes to put into a bedtime playlist

Otherwise just listens to whatever Belch listens to

Has a tattoo on his wrist

Takes a lot of drives into the countryside/national forests/mountains with Belch

Takes a lot of scenery photos, but never posts them anywhere or shows anyone except Victor

Still smokes cigarettes (he thinks vaping is douchey)

Watches South Park and American Dad

If he’s willing to spend money to go see a movie, he’s going to an IMAX theater

Sometimes he likes 3D, but most of the time it just hurts his eyes after a while

Longboards everywhere

Needs prescription glasses but refuses to wear them

They’re mostly for reading, which he doesn’t do anyway

But he does listen to audiobooks sometimes

Likes Frappuccinos but will kill you before you find out

He orders them through Uber Eats under a fake name so nobody will find out

BONUS: all four!

Victor still has his childhood GameCube that they play Mario Party, Mario Kart, and Melee on

Henry is banned from playing Mario Party after breaking a controller while beating Patrick with it

Patrick only ever picks Waluigi in Mario Kart and everyone is sick of it

When they play Rock Band Patrick is on bass, Henry plays guitar, Belch absolutely slays the drums, and Vicky boy sings his lil heart out

One night a week they order a shit ton of Dominos and make a drinking game out of watching Vine compilations

Victor does everyone’s birth charts

They collectively made a fake Tinder account on Patrick’s phone and catfish guys with it

They all try to one up each other doing vape tricks yikes

They buy bags of chips and candy from Costco and lounge around eating them on weekends

They’re banned from the city metro busses because Belch’s car was in the shop for a week and that week was hell for every bus driver in the city

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Been awhile, Ope. May or may not have fractured my elbow on the same day he posted about breaking his nose the second time. Hope this isn’t too bad.

You had laughed when mark broke the bridge of his nose against a chair, yeah you made sure he was okay afterwards but it was still funny as hell.

It wasn’t as funny now as karma bit you in the ass.

It was actually the last thought you had as you went flying off the longboard, crashing into the pavement of the street on your arms- backpack flying off your back alongside you. A car stopped ahead of you, the driver coming out to check in as well as two people just walking on the sidewalks.

You assured them you were fine, a hiss leaving you as you got up checking what hurt and what didn’t. The driver grabbing your backpack for you.

‘Hey thanks man, appreciate it.’

‘No problem! Are you sure you’re okay? That looked brutal. I could give you a ride wherever you’re going if you need?’

You shook your head smiling lightly.

‘Again, appreciate it but I’m just going another block, I don’t mind walking it’ll help me ride through the adrenaline.’

The others nodded after making sure you seemed solid on your feet before you all went your separate ways.

Other than a few scrapes on your hands and probable bruises you felt fine and by the time you got home the stinging from those were basically forgotten.

—-

Seeing Ethan and Evans cars in the driveway you lit up excited to see what chaos they were doing today for the cryptic channel.

Coming into the backyard you saw Vixen Deville, remembering the old videos they had done with her, and the Arial hoop set up. The boys acknowledged you quickly before returning their attention over as you came up next to Amy to watch. As the video continued on you started feeling a dull throb in your elbow, not a bad pain but enough to be there and as you crossed your arms to keep it close to you noticed how it stiffened up more and more.

You didn’t have much time to focus on it as mark moved wrong on the hoop and face planted the metal full force, right under and into his nose.

You moved to follow the others to check on him but as you lowered your arm pain shot straight through your elbow causing you to hiss next to Amy who glanced over as you cradled it again.

Once they were sure mark probably broke his nose again and continued the video, Amy leaned over to you, curiosity still in her eyes.

‘Hey bubs whats up?’

‘Nothin nothin, I just fell off my board on the way home and my elbow hurts abit. It’s probably fine.’

She didn’t believe you and you knew it, but nodded regardless.

‘If it keeps up when we take mark to the hospital we can take you too, just to make sure okay?’

You sighed but nodded, knowing she would bring it up to Mark regardless and then for sure there would be no way out of it. They knew you minimized your pain on the regular, it was the reason you almost needed surgery on a broken wrist years back after waiting two weeks to tell them.

—-

By the time filming was done for the day and the other boys had left, you had minimal movement in your arm and while the pain wasn’t horrible, it was definitely still there and worse than before. Amy watched as you winced and when she heard Mark come down ready to head to the ER she caught him first.

‘Hey mark?’

‘Yeah what’s up?’

‘Would you mind taking Lukas with you? I think somethings wrong with his arm.’

He looked both concerned and curious as he trailed back into the living room, now noticing the swelling of your arm around the joint and how you hugged it to you.

‘Wanna tell me what’s going on buddy?’

‘I uh.. crashed my longboard.. when I was riding home.. it didn’t hurt much when it happened and I could still move my arm fine but as the days gone on it just got worse, but I’m okay it’s not like, it probably hurts less than your nose-‘

Noticing he was in front of you looking it over cut yourself off before he sighed gently, a worried smile on his face.

‘Alright cmon kid, lets go get ourselves checked out.’

The ride to the hospital was calming, conversations about random shit and music playing in the background. When you guys finally arrived a half hour later the nurse tried to tell you only one could be in the room but after Mark countered you were both there for broken bones and lived together she caved, allowing him to stick with you in the room.

Hospitals had never been easy for you.

Thankfully the visit went quickly, with a confirmed fractured elbow and broken nose between the two of you and by the time you were headed home it wasn’t horribly late.

You were however, anticipating the ‘lecture’ from Amy about how you needed to keep your sling on and not ride until the doctor cleared you.

#markiplier x brother!reader #markiplier x sibling!reader #markiplier x reader #amy nelson x reader #amy nelson x kid!reader

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sunny-flower-girl-01 · 4 years

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Ohana- A Hawaii Five-0 Fanfic Chapter Four

This chapter is super long, so I apologize in advance lol. I’m hoping to still have the next chapter up next week, but I won’t has as much free time to write at work like normally do. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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FRIDAY NIGHT STEVE MCGARRETT’S HOME STEVE’S POV:

“See, Gracie? You have to wait 4 minutes before you flip it, or it doesn’t get cooked on both sides.” I said, flipping one of the burgers over. She nodded that she understood, her arms wrapped around my neck to hold on since I had her up on my hip so she could see the grill better. We were just waiting on Thea and Nora to arrive, so I went ahead and started the food and asked Grace to be my helper.

Mindy, Kono, and Max were in the kitchen getting the rest of the food together. Danny walked up behind me, nudging me in the shoulder and holding his arms out for Grace. She grinned and jumped into her dad’s arms. “Are you teaching my daughter the incorrect way to grill a burger?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Daniel.” I said sarcastically. I flipped another burger and glanced back at Danny’s girlfriend that he brought with him today, Kari. “So, how is Kari doing?” She was nice, blonde, and a paralegal. She seemed to get on with all of us just fine, minus Grace. Which, in my mind, was more important than her being friendly with us. It was very obvious that Grace wasn’t a fan of the woman. She had stuck with me for the whole hour that she’d been here already and had already asked me 4 times when Nora was going to come. Kari didn’t seem to be that big of a fan of Grace either. She gave Grace an indifferent smile when she became the center of attention, and with our group, that was quite a lot. We all loved that little girl. Overall, I wasn’t too impressed with her and was sure Danny and I were going to talk about it tonight when everyone went home.

Danny shrugged. “She’s fine. She’s enjoying getting to know you guys.” I saw Grace roll her eyes and push away from her dad to be let down. I knew bringing up Kari around Grace like that probably wasn’t the best idea. Danny set her down and she immediately made her way back up to the house. Thankfully, he didn’t see her eye roll.

“I’m going to wait for Auntie Thea.” She said.

Before I had a chance to say it, Danny took a step closer to me. “Grace doesn’t like Kari.” He said quietly.

I tried my best to hold back a laugh. “I could have told you that, buddy.”

Danny sighed and smoothed his hair down. “God, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I mean, Kari is nice but Grace means more to me. She knew I had a kid and she just isn’t that interested in getting to know her.” He glanced over at the table I had set up across the yard where Kari was sitting with Malia, Chin, Adam, and Charlie. I felt bad for Danny. He had always told me that dating with a kid was difficult, but I had never seen him really struggle with it. It made me think about what it would be like with two kids. I tried to think about it but really the only person I wanted to be with was already having my kids. Since I found out that Thea was pregnant and we were spending some time together and we were talking more, I’ve really come to like and care about her than just the mother of my unborn children. And Nora has become really special to me like Grace has. I did invite her because the team wanted to meet her, but I also wanted her to get to know them like I know them. If I was gonna try and pursue this with her, I wanted all my ohana to get along.

“Danno! Uncle Steve! Nora is here! Look! We’re matching!” Grace and Nora came running out of the house hand in hand. They were both wearing the same romper outfit over their bathing suits, but Nora was wearing navy and Grace was in army green.

Danny and I both smiled at the two girls. “My two favorite girls, wearing my two favorite colors!” I said, scooping them both up into my arms causing them to giggle loudly. I looked up to see Thea walking out the back door with Mindy and Kono who were carrying bowls of food out. I smiled at her. She had on a blue and white polka dot dress. She smiled over at me, her eyebrows raising slightly when she saw me holding up both girls. I couldn’t help but grin at her. I loved watching her smile and seeing the dimples on her cheeks.

‘God, she looks amazing’

“Can we go play in the sand?” Nora asked, staring over at the beach. I remembered Thea telling me she loved the water. I set both girls down and handed the spatula to Danny to finish manning the grill.

“We’re about to eat so I’ll tell you what,” I said, looking at them. “After we eat, I’ll take you both out into the water. That way Danno doesn’t have to get his hair wet.” The girls giggled when Danny smacked me in the arm.

“Hey, it takes a lot of product to make it look this good.” He claimed.

Thea, Mindy and Kono walked to us. Nora quickly started to tell her mom about how we were going to go swimming after we eat. Thea smiled at the little girl who was practically bouncing. “That sounds great baby.”

Mindy and Kono set their bowls down on the table that was set up for the food. “Alright that’s all of it boss. Let us know when to come make our plates.” Kono nodded. Mindy made her way back to the table with Nora while Kono linked arms with Thea and led her over to the group over at the table. I remembered Thea telling me that she and Kono went to high school together. It comforted me a little bit that not everyone here was a complete stranger to her.

I watched them walk to the table and Kono started to introduce her to everyone. She had a smile on her face the whole time and took a seat right next to Malia. My family felt complete watching everyone sit and have fun together.

I must have been staring for a bit because when I looked at Danny after he obnoxiously cleared his throat, he had the burgers on a plate and was setting them on the food table. “Stare some more, I don’t think she noticed.”

“Shut up.”

“Seriously. Maybe it’s time to thaw your heart and tell her you want to be with her.” Danny said, grabbing two paper plates. He handed me one. “Alright Super Seal. It’s time for your Dad Training.”

“My what?”

“Your Dad Training.” He said. “You’re about to have not just one but two babies you’re responsible for. On top of that you’re practically in love with a woman who has a 7-year-old.”

“Hey-”

“So, do what I do and make Nora’s plate for Thea. The girls are going to eat at the table up on the lanai.” He gestured for me to copy him.

“This is ridiculous.” I sighed but started to make the plate like he was. “I’m going to assume you know what Nora likes to eat.”

He nodded. “She’ll basically eat everything but she’s allergic to onions. So, don’t put her food anywhere near onions.” He filled up the plate with a burger, plain with ketchup, mac and cheese, salad, beans, and the fruit salad. I did the same, quickly avoiding the small plate of onions that was set out for people to put on their burgers. I glanced up at Danny.

“Should these even be out?” I didn’t want to risk her eating them and something happening. I think Danny noticed my small moment of panic and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“No, idiot, she’s not going to go into anaphylactic shock by looking at them. She just can’t eat them or anything they’ve contaminated. She’s good about avoiding them or telling people she can’t eat them. Thea and Rachel both did give me a big speech about it the first time I had her over for a sleepover with Grace though. She always has an epi-pen when she isn’t with Thea- so get that nervous look off your face, it’s fine.” He handed me one of the plastic forks and turned to look over at the table. “Gracie, Nora! Come on time to eat, guys!”

The crowd was laughing as they made their way over to the food table. Danny and I went and set the girls plates on the smaller table closer to the house. Grace has pretty much claimed it as her table anytime she is over. There were marks all over it from craft projects she had done on it. “Grace, go show Nora where the juice boxes are. When we get done and clean up, we can go for a swim, okay?” I said to her and watched them run off into the house.

Danny rushed off to go make his plate with Kari as Thea walked up behind me. “Her burger doesn’t have onions on it does it?” She asked. She had that same nervous look on her face I’m sure I had a few moments ago.

“No no, Danny told me she’s allergic. I just put ketchup on it.” I said softly.

She looked a little shocked but smiled softly at me. “Thank you for making her plate.”

‘Damn that smile will be the death of me’

I put my arm around her shoulders casually. “Let’s go eat before our friends eat all the food.”

She laughed and nodded. We made our plates and sat next to each other at the large table. I noticed she constantly had a hand on her stomach, almost like she was nervous. Kono quickly pulled her into the conversation she was having with Malia and Charlie.

“Thea used to surf with us in high school. She could have totally been pro if she wanted.” Kono said.

Thea laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think so. I was good, but nowhere pro level.”

Mindy shrugged. “I don’t know, T. You definitely could have taken on Kalakaua.” She teased, causing Kono to throw the cap of her Longboard at her. I leaned back and watched the girls interact. Danny was having a semi-private with Kari. I couldn’t hear them, but I could tell from the look on his face he was upset, and Kari didn’t have a care in the world. I gave him a look, asking if he was alright. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head. He and Grace have that eye roll down pat. By the time we had both turned back to the group, the topic had changed.

“Oh, trust me, Danny has several things to say about Steve’s crazy behavior.” Chin laughed as he drank his beer.

“Crazy how?” Thea asked, turning to look at me and then over at Danny. I looked at Danny, silently asking him not to tell her anything but he ignored me.

“Oh, this crazy bastard got me shot our first day working together.” Danny said extremely calmly.

“You what!” Thea exclaimed, her eyes wide looking at me.

“Hey, I apologized! It was just an arm graze.” I said, putting my hands up to defend myself. “You were fine, you even punched me in the face.”

“Yeah that was after you put me in an arm lock!”

“Danny it was over a year ago, get over it.”

“I-” I cut Danny off by changing the subject.

“Anyway, anything else to talk about that doesn’t revolve around me?” I said, whacking Danny in the arm.

Malia spoke up. “So, do you guys know what you’re having yet?”

Thea and I both shook our heads. “No, we might find out in 3 weeks. Our last appointment the doctor said if they’re in the right position we should be able to tell.” Thea said while she stroked her stomach.

“Are you planning on having a gender reveal?” Kono asked. I gave a confused look.

“A what?”

“It’s where the expecting parents invite friends and loved ones to find out the gender of the baby, or in your case, babies, after the ultrasound. Typically, the parents don’t know either. It usually involves a mild, but colorful powder explosive or a pink or blue cake.” Max piped up from the end of the table.

“Jesus, why’d you have to say explosive?” Danny shook his head.

Thea looked at me and then Kono. “Uh, we haven’t really thought about it.”

“Do you want to do something like that?” I asked her.

She nodded. “I think it’d be fun, if you’re up for doing it.”

“Oh, he’s always ready to blow something up.” Danny chimed in. I rolled my eyes and told him to shut it. “Rachel and I did a cake for Grace’s gender reveal. White icing and a strawberry cake since it was a girl.”

“Maybe we could make two smaller cakes. One for baby A and one for baby B.” Mindy smiled.

“My aunt makes cakes for gender reveal parties all the time at her bakery, I’m sure she could do two for you.” Kono said. Thea just looked at me with a smile on her face.

“What do you think?” She asked me. I had never done anything like this, or even heard of anyone doing it.

I shrugged, leaning back in my seat. “It sounds like it could be fun. If you want to do something, we can.” I smiled at her. She turned to Mindy.

“Alright but you have to plan it.” She laughed. The conversation moved on while we continued to eat. Max went into a long explanation about his fossil collection before Danny interrupted him. Despite my trying to keep the conversation off the “dangerous” things I do for work, the team ended up telling more stories about me. I was nervous she was gonna get scared off by some of them. We did have a long conversation about my line of work and what it entails. I wasn’t gonna be home the same time every single night, I was going to be in danger, and I could get called in at any moment. She told me that she understood and as long as I was making an effort to be there, that was good enough for her. I had gotten a better understanding of her childhood out of that conversation too. Her and Nora’s father was almost never around, and their mom was checked out. I had gotten a bit more information from Mindy about her background. Thea basically had Nora from the moment she was born. Her mom was incapable of raising her and Thea didn’t trust her to raise another baby. Her mother gladly handed her off to Thea. I lost my mother at a young age, but to know she was physically here and not involved would have killed me, I couldn’t even imagine that.

After everyone was finished eating, the table was cleaned up and the food was put away. Everyone went on with their activities. Max, Charlie, and Chin were sitting and drinking longboards. Malia, Kari, and Kono were gathered around the fire pit that Danny had started up even though it wasn’t dark yet. I had gotten Grace and Nora ready to go in the water. Danny was standing about knee deep in, refusing to join us any farther than that. Mindy and Thea were sitting in the sand. They had both shed their clothes to sit in their bathing suits. It took everything in me to keep my eyes off of Thea and focus on the two 7-year old’s demanding my attention. I swam around in the water with the girls for a while, enjoying the intense game of Marco Polo they started and teasing Danny about not wanting to come join us.

Later after it got dark, everyone was gathered around the bonfire. I guess I wore the girls out because Grace was asleep in Danny’s lap and Nora was asleep, curled up at my side. I had my arm over her to keep her from slipping off the bench we were sitting on. Thea was on my other side, my arm over the back of the bench behind her. It felt nice having them both this close to me.

“Jeez Steve, you really wore them out.” Danny said, looking down at his daughter.

Thea shrugged. “It’ll make bedtime easier for Rachel, that’s for sure.” She said, yawning herself. Both their phones pinged at the same time. “Speaking of, I guess she’s here.” Danny got up, still cradling a sleeping Grace in his arms. He walked up the house. Kari followed behind him. Thea stood up and looked like she was about to take Nora from me. I shook my head and stopped her.

“I can carry her for you.” I said. I stood up and gently placed the sleeping girl on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. Her arms came up and wrapped around my neck.

“Are you sure?” She asked, looking a little nervous. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t scared of kids, and that I didn’t care that she already had a kid. Again, I was thinking about the comments that Danny had made about dating with a kid.

I nodded. “Yeah, I got her. You don’t need to be carrying her anyway.”

We walked out to the front of the house. Danny was putting Grace in the backseat. Kari and Rachel looked like they were having a stare down. Thea sighed.

“Here we go.” I heard her mumble before looking at me. “There’s already a booster seat in the back for her, if you’ll put her in, I’ll buckle her up.”

“I can do it.” I said, but quickly realized how demanding that probably sounded to her. “I mean, if it’s okay with you, so you don’t have to bend down-”

“It’s fine, Steve.” She put a hand on my arm and smiled gently at me. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.” Her eyes glanced down at her hand.

I took my hand that was on Nora’s back and put it on hers, squeezing gently. “Look, Thea, I don’t care to help out. With Nora or anything you need, okay?”

She squeezed back and nodded; her eyes looked like they were watering up but she turned away before I could really see. She went over to Rachel while I carefully placed Nora in her booster seat. Danny stayed bent down in the car to show me how to maneuver the seatbelt. I was shocked at how easy it was.

“Oh, don’t go thinking you’re a pro just yet, booster seats are easy. Just wait until you’re trying to put a squirming baby in a car seat with multiple straps and buckles.” He said, kissing Grace’s head and closing her door.

“You’re really helping calm my nerves about this Danny.”

“It’s what I do best.”

Thea’s POV:

I went up to Rachel and gave her a hug. I knew she and Stan were going to talk about a divorce tonight, that’s why Grace was with Danny this afternoon. I wasn’t sure if she exactly told Danny what her plans were though.

“I told him.” She whispered. I could tell she had been crying recently. “I told him and here I am having a staring contest with Danny’s girlfriend.” She rubbed her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater.

I rubbed her arms soothingly. “It’s gonna be okay.” I tried to comfort her. “We can talk more about it tomorrow after the apartment showing.” Rachel and I were finally going to look at some new apartments and condos for me and Nora. She nodded, sniffling as she gave me a hug. I pulled back to look at her. “Are you gonna be okay with the girls tonight? I don’t care to take them if you need to be alone tonight.”

She shook her. “No, I’ll be fine. I think some time with them might be what I need. Stan packed a bag and left after we argued, so he won’t be home.”

I walked to the car to kiss Nora bye even though she was still asleep.

“Are you okay?” Danny asked her. He probably saw how upset she was. I glanced over at Kari then looked at Steve. It was obvious he picked up on the anger radiating off of the blonde woman.

“I’m fine Daniel. I’ll call you next week.” She said shortly and got in her car. The four of us stood and watched her drive off. Kari stormed off to her car, Danny quickly following her. We could hear the argument starting so we headed back to the backyard.

“I’m gonna say bye to everyone and head home.” I told him. “Rachel and I are going to look at apartments tomorrow.”

“You’re moving?” He asked, holding the back gate open for me.

“Yeah, my apartment is only two bedrooms and the stairs up to it are starting to kill me.” I laughed. He looked at me like he wanted to say something. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just let me know if you need any help.” He said, giving me a smile. “I know you’re not incapable of doing things yourself and I’m sorry if I’ve made it seem that way. I just want to be able to help.”

I stopped walking and put my hand on his arm to stop him. “I know, and I really appreciate it. Just going to appointments with me and helping me with the doctors’ bills has helped more than you know. I promise I’m not over doing it.” I told him seriously. “Also quit listening to Danny about how scary pregnancy is.” I laughed. Steve laughed too, shaking his head.

“Yeah, Danny has been giving me advice.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, that Dad Training advice might come in handy though.” I giggled and walked towards the group. Everyone looked like they were getting ready to go. I heard Steve groan behind me.

“Oh, God. You heard that!”

After saying goodbye to everyone and giving a round of hugs, Steve walked me out to my car.

“Thank you for inviting us tonight.” I said.

He grinned at me. “I’m glad you had a good time. You and Nora are welcome here any time. I know she absolutely loved the beach, just like you said.”

I laughed. “Oh, yes, she’s my water baby for sure.” I got in my car and Steve closed my door for me. “Let me know when you get home, okay?” I nodded and waved as I pulled out and headed toward my apartment.

After my 10-minute drive, I parked and went to check the mail before slowly climbing the stairs to the apartment. I looked through the mail as I closed and locked my door. A large yellow envelope caught my eye. I set all my things down on the bar in the kitchen and opened it.

Peter Kenwood, Plaintiff

Theodora Kenwood, Defendant

Petition for Change of Custody

My breath caught in my throat. I reached for my phone and my first thought was to call Mindy. ‘No, she’s going home with Charlie tonight.’ My next thought was to call Rachel. ‘She has the girls, I can’t push this on her too’ I braced myself on the bar and sat down, dialing the number on my phone.

“Hey, did you make it home?” Steve asked me after he answered. I was silent, trying not to let my tears fall. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, they fell anyway.

“Can you come over?” My voice broke.

I heard some shuffling on the other end. “Thea, what’s wrong?” He asked, concerned.

“I-I just really need you.”

#Steve McGarrett #steve mcgarrett imagine #Hawaii Five 0 #hawaii five o imagine #mindy shaw #Danny Williams #Book Em Danno #danny danno williams #grace williams #rachel edwards #CHIN HO KELLY #Kono Kalakaua

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plutowatchesyou · 4 years

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melancholy nights | nct dream

a/n : heyy guys so i felt like making a retro sort of series with the dreamies (ot7), the vibe and the members hair colours and all that is gonna be from their ‘go’ era

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genre : fluff,, bad boy au, retro au, high school au

pairings : nct dream x reader

warnings : swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of drug usage

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btw this is a lil snippet of what to come, so tell me if you want more!

you bopped your head to the music that was blasting from your headphones as the night air blew onto your face. You pulled the jacket your brother leant you closer to your small frame. you had just finished your shift at the diner and was going to make a stop at the arcade before catching a ride. You knew Johnny wouldn’t be too happy with you coming home so late but you didn’t care, plus he was still in the city for uni, he wouldn’t be back until midday tomorrow.

the colourful fluorescent lights of the town’s arcade danced along your form as you skated closer to the door. There were a couple cars in the car park but not as many as there usually was in the day, it was 10:54 after all, the arcade closed at 11:30.

with your longboard in one hand you pushed open the glass door with the other. You were hit with warmth as the buzz of classic video game themes plays in the background.

“sup y/n”

you smiled and made you way over to the counter to greet Taeyong, Taeyong was your neighbour when you were younger and he has been close friends with your brother for years, which in turn made you and him close too. Now Taeyong lives with you and Johnny, and you usually catch a ride with Tae on nights like these when you finished work late and Johnny was out of town.

“hey Tae, how’s it going?” you give Taeyong a smile as you lean on the counter. “it’s aight, only the usual tonight, what about you?” Taeyong finished his sentence by giving you a pat on the head.

“eh, it was slow today. anyways i’m gonna go do my thing.” you stretched out, you started to leave when you were stopped by Taeyong’s voice.

“y/n, ughh i think you should give street fighter a break today and play something else.” your frowned, “um why?”

you could tell that Taeyong felt a bit uncomfortable as he kept glancing in the back corner where you knew your precious was stationed.

frown still present on your face you turned to look at the back corner only to deepen your glare when it falls on a group of boys surrounding the precious.

you let out a sigh that turned into a small growl as you saw one of loudest boys hit the street fighter machine. You knew who they were, i mean the town is so fucking small, most people knew each other.

there was seven of them and they called themselves the ‘dreamies’, you rolled your eyes the first time you walked past two of them spraypainting their ‘title’ on a brick wall of the local pub. They were supposed to be some sort of gang, you snorted at the thought, when the two boys realised that you caught them vandalising they looked terrified and booked it down the alley. You had a chance to look at what they were working on and to say the least it looked like a glorified tag.

as the towns infamous spray painter, you were disgusted.

you and the boys were the same age which means they went to the same high school as you, the only high school in the town. Since they were all pretty attractive and put on that ‘bad boy charm’ most of the girls at your school were drooling over the group.

now you’re not trying to pull the “i’M nOt LiKe OtHeR gIrLs” card, because frankly you knew too many of them and it is a bit exhausting whenever you have to interact with them.

You weren’t the schools loner, you had a couple friends, and you had a lot of people wanting or claiming to be your friend. You weren’t all that popular either, you were just there.

you didn’t really care what label people put on you, the best lable was probably ‘the druggie’. Though nobody ever saw you snort anything, they did see you frequently smoke around school, no you didn’t smoke weed at school. But that didn’t stop people thinking otherwise when you turned up to english one time looking like a wreck eyes bloodshot.

most of the wannabe cool kids tried to befriend you thinking they could get some of “the good stuff”, you spat out your water on one of the jocks that came and asked you that very question. you just laughed and waved them off as you went to get another drink.

you were not a drug dealer, you just got your brothers and roomates leftovers.

anyways, though you had never had a proper conversation with most of the dreamies, you were acquaintances with Jisung, the youngest in the group. Since you were both in year 11 (along with Chenle) and all the others were in year 12, you and Jisung were in the same homeroom, and in turn shared a lot of classes together.

though you hadn’t been asked directly by the dreamies, you had a middle man come and ask you for drugs on behalf of the boys. You just rolled your eyes at the kid and told him “piss off i’m working”

Jisung looked up from watching his friend trying and failing miserably to beat the high score you left on street fighter and his eyes locked onto your figure. You had a cute pout on your face as you talked with Taeyong.

When you looked over he waved at you and you waved back. You gave the boy a strange look and he turned away quickly as he realised he had just been staring at you.

end

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justtoarguewithyou · 4 years

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9/28: New Beginnings

day 10 of @swottypotter comfort minifest. something completely different from me. i’ve had so much fun. thank you, @swottypotter!!!

Sirius stood outside Remus’ house with a boombox, playing Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes.”

The first few times he’d played the song, he’d held the boombox over his head, like Lloyd Dobler in “Say Anything.” He and Remus had been to see that in the theatre three times that spring. Remus loved romantic comedies. Sirius loved Remus.

Sirius had put the boom box down, and sat on his longboard in the drive way instead, yelling at Remus to come out.

“Come on, Remus,” Sirius yelled. “I’ll stay here all night.”

Hope twitched open the living room curtains, and gave Sirius a small wave. Sirius was drinking from the bottle of water he’d brought in his backpack. He was trying to follow the shade as it shifted along the driveway. He’d been out there for 45 minutes. The song was starting for the 9th time.

Hope, who had started singing along under her breath, turned to her son. “Remus, I really think he would stay all night. I don’t see why your father and I should have to suffer through all that noise.”

She covered her burgeoning smile with her hand, and did her best to not sway along to the music. She loved Sirius, and all his grand gestures. It reminded her of her husband, Lyall, when they were young. And she loved her son. But she also knew her son could hold a grudge like no one else. She wasn’t proud that he had inherited that from her.

Remus stomped over to the couch and sat down with a huff.

“Remus!” Sirius yelled. “I gave you my heart! Please don’t give me a pen!”

Sirius had used his brother’s tape recorder held up to his own stereo to dub the song onto an old cassette single. With just this song on both sides, and no need to rewind, he could keep this up all night. Or at least, as long as his batteries lasted. He’d put in new ones, and packed extra, just in case. He also brought the power cord. Sirius had never been a Boy Scout. But he did believe in being prepared.

Lyall came to the window as the song ended. He gave Sirius a big wave. Sirius waved back.

“Hi, Lyall!” Sirius yelled, and then flipped the cassette over. He shrugged apologetically.

Lyall turned to Remus and said, “Tell me, son, what exactly did he do?”

Remus looked away from his parents and mumbled.

“Louder, dear,” his mother said.

“He came up behind me while I was working and grabbed me. I didn’t see him come in, and I wasn’t expecting it, so I screamed like a little girl in front of everyone. All the customers, and my boss,” Remus emphasized.

Remus was working at the mall that summer to help save up for his college expenses. Sirius’s Uncle Alphard was helping him pay for college, so Sirius was unemployed. He often loitered around the mall food court, waiting for Remus to take his breaks. He always had an Orange Julius ready for Remus’s lunch breaks.

“Did he apologize?” Hope asked, biting her lips together after asking the question, to keep from smiling. She knew she wouldn’t improve Remus’ mood by appearing amused.

Sirius answered as though he could hear her.

“I said I was sorry. Come on, Remus. It’s so hot out here…” Sirius lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off forehead. Hope sighed. She remembered when Lyall had abs…

“It was undignified!” Remus pouted on the sofa, his arms crossed.

Lyall rolled his eyes, and went to the kitchen to pour Sirius a glass of cold lemonade. He walked it outside.

“I think you’re breaking him down,” Lyall said, and sat down on the driveway.

“Remus!” Lyall yelled. “Come on out!”

Sirius gave Lyall a high five, and the two of them laughed. Sirius gulped his lemonade, and put the empty glass down in the grass. Lyall usually took Sirius’s side, as he knew his son could be very stubborn. Lyall remembered what it was like to be on the receiving end of Hope’s stubbornness. He swayed along with the chorus.

“You’re both off to college soon,” Lyall said, pulling himself out of the song.

“Yeah. I’m really looking forward to it,” Sirius said.

Sirius had been accepted to the California Institute of the Arts to study animation. His uncle had also put him in touch with some friends at Pixar, a relatively new company that was getting into computer animation. Sirius was excited about the possibilities.

“It won’t be easy, being so far apart,” Lyall said, with a sneaking suspicion his son was upset about more than the incident at the mall. Remus was planning to study math at UC Berkeley.

“No,” Sirius said. “But, I know I want to be with Remus. And we can write, and I’ve already bought us some long-distance calling cards so we can call each other, and we can see each other on weekends and breaks. Alphard said he’d help me buy a car.”

“I’m just not sure a long-distance relationship…” Lyall began.

“Mr. Lupin,” Sirius said solemnly, holding his hand out to stop Lyall’s train of thought. “I love your son. I know your son. I know he’s in there pouting because I embarrassed him today. I know I’ll probably be in your driveway for another couple of hours unless Mrs. Lupin can talk him into forgiving me sooner.”

Lyall groaned. The concrete was very hard. But he had chosen to cross the battle lines.

“But,” Sirius continued, “there’s nowhere I’d rather be. I know you think we’re 18, and we’re idiots, and that I sound like a moron for saying Remus is my destiny. But he is. I know he is.”

Sirius shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Lyall. What else could he say?

Lyall sighed, thinking Sirius sounded very young. And he looked very young, Lyall thought, as Sirius sat there in his neon green board shorts, and old white tank top. Sirius had let his hair grow long, and Lyall thought he looked like a surfer more than ever.

Maybe when Remus has gone, and he and Hope had time for themselves again, he’d take up surfing, Lyall thought. He’d had abs once. He wondered how long it would take him to get them back. He was still a relatively young man. Not even 40! He’d just turned 37.

Even though he’d never let on, Lyall Lupin was a firm believer in young love. He and Hope had married shortly after high school graduation, even with the threat of the Draft looming over him, and had Remus 9 months after that. They were still so happy together. He loved his wife, he loved his son. He loved this doofus, sitting beside him in “the light, the heat.”

Inside, Hope sat on the much softer couch with her son.

“Is this just about what happened at work?” she asked knowingly, pushing her son’s hair out of his eyes.

“No,” Remus said, curling into her lap.

“What is it, then, baby?” she asked her only baby. Maybe she and Lyall would have another. She was only 36. It had been so hard when they were young, working in a canning factory. Then, she’d had Remus, and had stayed at home with him. They’d never had that much money. Lyall joined the Navy, and they ended up in California. But she loved her husband, and her son. She was excited about his going to college—the first of their family to go.

“What if we go away to college, and Sirius decides he wants to break up?” Remus asked. Hope sighed. “What if we grow apart? What if he meets some devastatingly handsome surfer person, or some artistic soul and decides that they have more in common, and he doesn’t want a nerd like me who loves poetry and math?”

“Well, my dear, my crystal ball is in the shop. But I can tell you that Sirius must love you an awful lot if he’s been sitting outside in the heat for this long.”

“I’m scared, mom.”

“I know, dear,” she rubbed his shoulder. “I can’t tell you what the future holds, but I can tell you not to be stubborn and make yourself miserable for no reason. Believe me, baby. It doesn’t make your life any easy to hurt before there’s any reason to.”

She smiled at her kiddo. Her smart, stubborn, grudge-holding kiddo.

“Ugh, I love you so much. Just like me. Go on. Take pity on Sirius and your father. Let’s go get a burrito down the street. I’m not cooking tonight. And then we can go to the beach for a while. Okay?”

“All right,” Remus sighed, and his mother squeezed him tight.

“It won’t be easy, but you’ll be ok. Look me and dad. We’ve lived through so much. College will be a piece of cake.”

Remus smiled, and got up smoothed his shorts, and wiped his eyes.

Remus opened the screen door, and looked sheepishly at Sirius, who jumped up the second Remus opened the door.

“Hi,” Sirius said, turning off the boom box, and tucking his hair behind his ears.

“Hi.” Remus said.

“Thank goodness,” Lyall said, pushing himself up, and smiling at his wife. He picked up the glass, and put it inside the door. Hope came out with her purse, and their beach bag packed with towels, and a blanket, and sun screen. She jingled the car keys at Lyall, handed him the keys.

Lyall smiled at her, and kissed her cheek. “Stubborn, just like his mother,” he whispered in her ear.

They got into the station wagon, and rolled down the windows, and waited.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said, reaching out to hold Remus’s hand. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just knew you were about to get off work, and I was excited to see you.”

“I’m sorry, too. I’m just…”

“Hungry,” Lyall said from the driver’s seat. “Come on boys. Talk on the way.”

Sirius kissed Remus’s cheek, and Remus smiled at him.

They went to dinner, and laughed, and Hope and Lyall told stories about their being young and in love. Sirius smiled at Remus with all of his easy confidence, and Remus knew that he was a lot like his mom: patient and loving and strong.

“If you guys can make it through deployments, I think Remus and I can make it through a few semesters apart,” Sirius said, holding Remus’s hand under the table.

Lyall grinned at them. Dorks, the both of them.

They went to the beach after, and while the boys swam, Lyall pressed play on Sirius’s boom box, and the song started somewhere in the middle.

Lyall sang into Hope’s ear, and she giggled, as he grabbed her behind.

“In your eyes, the light, the heat, I am complete,” Lyall sang.

#10daysofhealing #wolfstarcomfortminifest #day 10: new beginnings #justtoarguewithyou

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peach-jaehyunie · 4 years

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The Descent

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x OC, (minor) Johnny Suh x OC x OC, (former) Kim Taehyung x OC

Rating: 18+

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content, implied drug use

Pt. I

Words 4,263

Genre: Fantasy, Fallen Angel AU, slow burn

Synopsis: Vada spends her days working in a restaurant, letting all the desires of her true nature remain mostly unfulfilled. Where passion had once been in her life she is left with only half memories—secrets of her past that haunt her heart. A man with blue hair catches her attention he and his friend begin to ignite the feelings within her that have long been dormant.

You had known a man like that as a sophomore in college. He had been your dorm roommate’s boyfriend, and he had radiated an unfamiliar energy. He was ethereal and his aura pulled you in. One time you asked how he got the two scars on his back “I had my wings ripped off,” he joked. He was gorgeous, but one day he was just gone and your roommate curled up in her tiny bed to weep over everything Kim Taehyung had taken and given.

He had made you look twice when you had first seen him a month ago. He rode a bicycle and his blue hair ruffled in the wind, you couldn’t help but look at him—the ethereal beauty you had seen before in someone else. It had become routine to see him as you walked to work: he would fly past, his shirt billowing, sometimes followed by a hooded figure with downcast eyes on a longboard. Eventually, his eyes would catch yours as he passed: they were deep brown and calming, there was always a twinkle of hope to be seen in them for a fleeting moment as he sped by. You noticed days you didn’t see him, they felt slightly emptier and work would be lacklustre.

“Vada?” You snapped to attention as your coworker said your name,

“Yeah, sorry, what did you say?” You quickly replied as you went back to whisking a pastry cream twice as hard.

“Katerina needs to know what to put on the menu for the desserts this week.”

“Oh, um,” Devo had caught you at a bad time as you were daydreaming about a blue haired stranger. “I made a white cake filled with almond pastry cream between the layers and an Italian meringue icing; I have blood orange panna cotta setting right now, which will be served with a blueberry sauce...oh! I’m making trifle with the leftover cupcakes, and I’m going to make a chocolate cherry mousse and serve it in martini glasses.” You noticed that Devo didn’t write any of this down and braced yourself for when Katerina would inevitably come and nitpick your work. You furiously whisked in the eggs yolks and were relieved that the cream remained perfectly smooth as it took on a yellow hue. You felt as though you could probably whip up a triple batch of pastry cream in your sleep, so thinking about the two men that chose a bicycle and a longboard as their methods of transport in a hilly city like San Francisco kept your brain busy.

A handsome man caught your eye for a second as you walked home with your bag of groceries. His eyes met your gaze and you felt unable to turn away. A chill came over you and you felt that his eyes were enough to suffocate you in the crowded sidewalk, every step drew each of you closer together. You fought back a grimace as the street narrowed and the mass of people were forced closer together. You were able to force your gaze from him, but the stranger’s arm bumped into your shoulder as he walked past. The hair on your neck prickled, your stomach felt like ice; he felt wrong. You couldn’t shake the feeling of repulsion even when you got home and set your TJ’s bag on the counter and began to unpack it.

“Hey, Vada,” your roommate greeted you without even looking at you as she breezes from the bathroom, through the tiny living room, and into her bedroom before shutting her door. You could hear two voices through the door; Brian must have been over and now they were getting ready for a night out. You considered an evening spent at home alone: you weren’t much of a Netflix watcher, and a string of bad first dates had left you in a dry patch romantically. You couldn’t go out with Ana and Brian, because you had fucked Brian first and now it felt awkward because he wasn’t quite your sloppy seconds; he just mostly was.

You ate the dinner you had brought home in a to-go container from work; it was delicious and the flavours were balanced, an array of textures should have been enough to excite your palate, but tonight it felt as tantalizing as eating cardboard. You picked up a book; any attempts to read it failed as you continuously got up to scour the cupboards and fridge for anything attractive. You spent the evening fidgety and almost...hungry. It was an odd sensation, a mix of physical hunger; for food, excitement, sex—anything to pull you from the mundane— and an even deeper hunger: a yearning. You thought of the blue-haired man on the bicycle, a warm and pleasant feeling filled you. It was the exact opposite sensation that you had felt from the other stranger while walking home. A streetcar outside the window clanged and you rolled over in bed, irritated by its sound.

The next day the blue-haired man was not to be seen on the way to work. A somewhat familiar feeling of unfulfillment took hold of you upon reaching your apartment at the end of the day. While you got ready to out to a bar with Devo you remembered someone else filling you with that feeling before: warmth, hunger, and insatiability that you couldn’t describe. You flinched like a wounded animal when you recalled the sharp grip of guilt that had clawed at you in punishment for giving in to such base desires.

“Here, you look like you could use it,” Devo said, sliding you his Manhattan as he ordered another.

“A Manhattan?” You looked at him skeptically.

“Sophisticated; like me,” he immediately quipped “No, but seriously, what happened in the two hours since I last saw you?”

“I guess I’m just kinda bored and very lonely.” You take a sip of your drink, already regretting the lasting taste the alcohol leaves on your tongue and the cloying aroma it will leave on your skin.

“What about your roommate?”

“She’s out with Brian,” you weren’t jealous, or at least not of the Brian factor, but no one would have possibly known that from the way you gulped down the rest of your drink.

“The one you fucked first?” Asked Devo.

“Yes,” you replied with a laugh in his direction, “The one I fucked-first. I’m very generous that way, you know, bringing people together like that.”

You and Devo’s friend, Adrian (boyfriend, but Devo’s parents don’t approve and, no, he doesn’t want to talk about it) must nearly carry poor, drowsy Devo back to his little bachelor apartment. It’s tidy but dark; there’s enough room for two men in love as long as lavish amenities like oxygen aren’t that important to you. The only pieces of furniture are a bed, two bean-bag chairs in front of a TV sat on the floor and a table in the kitchen area that’s used as an extra counter when Devo is experimenting with a new culinary delight at home.

“Vada, let me walk you home,” Adrian tells you right after you two have put Devo in his bed.

“Sure, thanks,” you tell him. You like Adrian, but he proves to be a slow walker and a fast talker on the way home. He asks you what Devo is like at work—Devo is the first guy he’s gone out with since moving to San Francisco from Ohio.

“What brought you out here?” He’s young and curious: Devo is the mutual friend, but no one talks about your past because the parts you make public are boring and you keep all the gritty and smutty stories to yourself.

“UC Berkeley,” you sighed, but not audibly. “My dream school; I dropped out Junior year, first semester.”

“Shit, didn’t like it?”

“Nah, it’s a great school, it just wasn’t what I wanted at the time.”

“What did you do after that, I mean before working as a pastry chef?” Damn, could he walk any slower.

“Just kinda bummed it on what I had leftover from student loans,” Liar. Someone had gotten you a lucrative job as a stripper in a club off of Broadway. You thanked Adrian and quickly left him out on the street as you hurried up the two flights of stairs to your apartment. There wasn’t a sound from Ana’s room, but empty takeout containers sat on the counter illuminated in the dark kitchen by a strand of lights that hung above the sofa. Your mouth felt dry as your senses were suddenly overcome with the bass of loud club music and a hint of chemical cleaner to cover up the odour of spilled alcohol. Your skin felt sticky with sweat and your hands felt grimy from money—but when you opened your eyes it was just a little two-bedroom apartment in a house with a blue facade staring back at you. It was not special, it was not grand; there were fairy lights strung up and a half-dead cactus (too much water) in the corner. You could close your eyes and remember a room for special guests who wanted a private show...after they inhaled from a blue balloon they were too out of it to do anything more to than slip a hundred into your g-string.

That night you had a dream (or maybe it was a nightmare, but it wasn’t all bad) that you were back in your Berkeley dorm. You laid in the bed and felt warm and full, it felt like happiness but there was a dusting of excitement: a *secret*—which is sometimes just a cute word for a lie. Your limbs felt tangled and you could hear yourself whispering, which was strange because you felt that you were alone until Ally came in and saw you on your little bed and started crying as she shouted and threw items from her side of the room at you. She didn’t want your apologies—were they yours? The dream began to feel claustrophobic; Ally wouldn’t talk, only cry and push away any comforting hands and you could feel yourself standing there...were you apologizing? watching? All you knew was that guilt was suffocating you.

You felt him before you saw him. For the first time, you were aware that you weren’t the only one who looked at him as he passed by on his bicycle. His gaze was as welcoming as a lover’s kiss and his eyes still felt hopeful and warm. You thought (foolishly? hopefully?) that he only looked at you.

You saw him again the next morning and you brazenly returned his gaze: his eyes were like a deer’s, you wanted to spend hours staring into them because they felt safe, welcoming, nonjudgemental. His sharp jawline made your mouth water, but the small smile that broke from his beautiful lips made you feel warm and happy.

Devo came to where you worked in the kitchen to complain about the new line cook.

“Does he ‘Yes, Chef!’ too much for your liking?” You ask him with a straight face.

“No—“

“Oof, he reeks of Axe—“

“No,—“

“Does he have mutton chops like the last guy? Those were gross.” Devo often came to you to complain about the new staff. You enjoyed listing off his complaints about coworkers more than you would like to admit.

“This dude just...creeps me out. Like, he seems nice and everything, but fuck, this sounds ridiculous, I just get this really bad vibe from him, you know? It’s like bad...energy.” You stifled your laugh because Devo was so earnest.

“Well, I feel like I have to meet him now.” You say wiping sticky sugar from your hands and setting a timer on your phone.

“He’s nice! He just makes my skin crawl,” Devo nodded and laughed as he said this before heading back to his prep station.

“Behind, oven door!” You said loudly as you stepped onto the line to put a sheet of rolls on the oven.

“Oh, hey, Vada?” The chef addressed you,

“Yes, chef?”

“This is our new line cook, Johnny.”

The tall cook turned to you and despite having not seen his face before today you knew, you felt that he was the man on the longboard.

“Hey,” Johnny gave a small wave “Vada...I like that name, have I seen you somewhere before? You look really familiar.” He looked at your face intently for a moment before you spoke.

“Um, no I don’t think so. I haven’t worked at many restaurants before.” Being under his gaze felt like a microscope, but...it wasn’t a bad feeling. He shook his head as if to get rid of a thought.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Vada.” Johnny offered his hand for you to shake. There was a strange and sudden internal pull when you grasped his hand and he must have felt it too by the way he smirked at you.

You couldn’t be sure that he was the longboard guy; when Johnny left work he left on foot to catch a tram. He was talkative and easygoing, behind his outgoing demeanour there seemed to lurk a sedate and tormented individual. You could only see it sometimes: it was there behind his eyes as he worked, sometimes it was written on his face for just a second before the jovial mask would return. Devo avoided him as best he could and Johnny (strangely) didn’t seem at all offended, regardless of how obvious Devo was.

“Drinks and staff night out at Gus’s tonight!” Katerina yelled into the kitchen as closing started. You quickly cleaned up your work station and grabbed a bucket of cutlery for polishing to help the servers get out faster. An hour later the group of you were turning out the lights and locking up, stuffing the split tips into a safe place to be spent later on. Gus’s Bar was a short walk and extremely casual and therefore suitable for a bunch of sweaty kitchen workers.

“First round is on me,” Katerina stated as she sat down at the bar and the old barkeep slowly approached while he was polishing a glass. He nodded and remained quiet as everyone placed their orders, never writing anything down, and began to make drinks more efficiently than you had ever seen in your life. The barkeep (possibly Gus) soon had a row of drinks up for all of you. As soon as Johnny downed his first in one go he exclaimed with a mischievous glint in his eye:

“Third round is on me!” He winked at you as you realized what that meant because no one had offered to buy a second round.

“I guess I’ll buy round two,” said one of the waitresses with a chuckle, her long, blonde waves shaking as she laughed. You felt pleasantly buzzed after round three, not really needing a lot more but also not anywhere near turning down an offer for another one. You ordered a whiskey sour—neat; this one you were paying for. You sat between Miles and Johnny at the bar: Miles was laughing at everything anyone said but paying you no mind because you just wanted to sit there and enjoy the feeling.

“I know where I know you from now,” Johnny spoke resting his arms on the bar comfortably.

“Oh yeah, where?” You grinned at him, unfazed.

“The Velvet Angel,” he said it loud enough that you knew you could only hear him, but you still felt that your heart stopped for a few moments. His eyes stayed on your face, but your thoughts raced and your mouth felt dry when you realized what this meant.

“How did you—“ you began licking your lips

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything—it’s our secret.” He assures you upon noticing your hands shake as you tried to bring the whiskey sour to your mouth. You looked at him, blushing at how kind and welcoming his gaze seemed despite the fact you felt nearly like drowning. You wanted to run away...but you couldn’t, not from Johnny. Everything seemed foggy, but you finished your drink and ordered another. Adrian came and you felt the brush of his hand on your back as he said ‘hello’ and you thought you must have said something back but you couldn’t remember. Miles fell asleep with his head on the bar as Johnny comfortably nursed a beer on your other side. Strangers came and went, and one by one your coworkers left until it was just the three of you—two if you considering that Miles was passed out.

“Do you know where he lives?” Johnny asked you as he finally finished his beer.

“No,” you had to clear your voice as it cracked from disuse. Why weren’t you more shattered, why did this not feel so bad to have Johnny know of your past life.

“I have someone in my couch at my place, can Miles crash at your place?” You wanted to ask Johnny if it was the blue haired man of your fantasies that was on his couch. That thought felt silly and hopeful, especially because you were nearly just operating off of a hunch.

“Yeah, I don’t think my roommate will mind. Wait—“ You grabbed Johnny’s arm as he moved to get up and, you thought, leave. “—I don’t think I can move him by myself,”

Johnny chuckled at your panic, and you felt your face heat up even more than just from the alcohol.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get him home for you; I won’t leave you.” He said as he gently patted your shoulder. Johnny went to help Miles up, but the young man turned out to be drunker than expected and your jaw dropped as Johnny picked up Miles easily and began to carry him out.

“Are you okay to carry him by yourself? That’s not what I meant when I said I couldn’t; I can help if you want!” You called after him, nearly tripping out of your barstool and trotting to catch up with his long strides.

“No, I’m fine, he’s light. Just walk us in the right direction.”

It’s quite a few minutes before you pluck up the courage to say anything to Johnny about The Velvet Angel. You choose your words carefully, wanting to keep the conversation lighthearted.

“No offense, but you don’t really seem like the type of person that would have frequented The Velvet Angel.” You finally say.

“A man?” Johnny joked after a moment. His breathing wasn’t laboured even though he was carrying another person up a hill.

“No, I mean, like that place had other stuff going on.” You began to feel uncomfortable, maybe you had completely misread him.

“Oh...you mean the private rooms and the balloons...well, I try to avoid that a bit now, but I haven’t always.” His voice was soft and low, you turned to look back at him and there was that sad tortured look again. You regretted saying anything.

“I think I deserve some credit for remembering your face, though.” Johnny suddenly quipped with a shy smile.

“Yes, that was very gentlemanly of you,” you replied sarcastically.

“It was the expression you wore on your face,” he began after a pause, “Some of the women...you could really tell that you were just paying to see their body, and some liked to play as if they were teasing you, but you—your face was that of a lover.”

“A lover?” You dubiously queried.

“It’s… You looked like someone in love, your eyes invited an intimacy if you looked closely enough. You didn’t look fake or cheap, it was all art and the beauty of love in your face.”

Your mouth felt dry, and your walking slowed down as Johnny spoke. Love, what did that even feel like? Did you remember, had you ever known it? There was a void where memories of feelings like that should be stored. All you could remember was guilt...disgust, remorse, and guilt. You had slowed to a stop without realizing it.

“Are you okay?” Johnny asked, worried as he stopped by your side. You looked at him, unable to form a complete thought until the building behind Johnny took shape in the dark.

“This is my house.” You finally manage as you lick your lips and think to take keys from your bag. You unlock the main front door and hold it open as Johnny walks in carrying Miles.

“I live on the second floor, I’m so sorry,” You grimace thinking of him having to carry another man up the stairs.

“I said not to worry about it, Miles is light.” And he easily carries him to your apartment where Miles is laid on your sofa with a pillow from your bed and a spare blanket.

“Thank you so much, I hope you don’t have too far to go.” You tell Johnny as he walks toward your door to leave.

“Nah, it’s fine. It would be faster if I had my longboard, but I can catch a bus.” He shrugged.

“You have a longboard?” You asked, hoping you didn’t sound too curious.

“Yes,” he turned to you and chuckled a little “But you already knew that.” He couldn’t see your blush in the dark. How could he have known that you suspected him?

“Vada,”

“Mhm,”

“If you ever want to meet Taeyong...all you gotta do is ask.” In the hallway, a streetlamp illuminated his face enough for you to see his grin and wink in your direction before turning around and trotting down the steps and out.

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The blue haired man is absent for the rest of the week, but on Saturday night you follow Johnny out the back door to shout after him:

“I want to meet him; I want to meet Taeyong.” Johnny sets his longboard down and pulls his phone out to check it before he answers you.

“Okay,” he looks at you with a slow grin, “I’ll find out when he’s free. Now get back to work, I gotta hot date I have to meet.” He winks at you as he gets on and rides off.

You feel giddy—butterflies like a schoolgirl when you get back inside the restaurant. You have trouble sleeping that night: trying to figure out every possible scenario as to how Johnny knew about your hunch; all the ways you could meet Taeyong, and imagining a first date in which you were overflowing with wit, intelligence, and good things to say; and also a terrible dread and anxiety that Taeyong was just some random person and not the man with the blue hair.

Your eyes are bleary the next day, the cookbook in front of you seems to keep going out of focus.

“Fucking shit!” You curse as you burn your hand on a cake pan, a silent stream of fucks threatened to be uttered by your tongue as you cup your tender wound. Disheartened, you peer into a mixing bowl of clumpy custard. It will need to be strained. Nothing is going right and you feel frazzled. You check the fruit purée in the freezer to see if they have set in their molds yet—they haven’t. You go up to the main kitchen and pour yourself a coffee with extra cream, avoiding the warmth of the mug with your burnt hand. It’s not a glamorous place to enjoy a coffee or a five-minute break, but the sun lights up the alley and even the dumpster doesn’t look too bad in this lighting.

He hops lightly off his bike as he reaches the alley corner, his frown is matched by your own. The hood of his sweater is up but it doesn’t stop the blue fringe from peaking out. He walks straight up to you with his bike, his frown softens and his eyes look like two inviting pools of melted chocolate.

“Is Johnny here?” He asks after a moment of you staring at him. You nearly choke as you try to speak and swallow your spit at the same time—

“Um, no he hasn’t come into work yet.” You finally manage after clearing your throat. The beautiful man’s frown returns and he almost seems to scowl at the back of the restaurant.

“He was off early last night, and said he was meeting up with a hot date.” You added, it felt rude but you were really unable to take your eyes off of him.

He looked back at you, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His expression was safe and inviting and you suddenly felt less bad for having been staring at him.

“He didn’t come home after his date, and I can’t reach him on his phone; so I thought I’d check here just in case.” His grip on the bike loosened and tightened. Finally, he shyly averted his eyes for a second before offering you his hand to shake.

“It’s nice to finally meet you; I’m Taeyong.” His eyes confidently search yours out when he says his name.

“I know—“ you want to slap yourself as the words fall from your lips, but your hand meets his and you feel a warm and familiar pull in your very core. “I mean, my name is Vada.” You blush as you stumble over the words.

“I know,” and a soft blush breaks out over his smooth cheeks, his grip on your hand never loosening.

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Accidental Trip

Monthly Prompts Day 16

August 16th - What is the time?

AU Used: None

Characters: Tanner, Lela, Mack and Brady (Teen Beach Movie) and Makana “Mick” Birch (OC)

The machine that brought Mick, her family and her friends between the real world and the movie world had always worked properly. She had used it for almost a year now and had never really had any issue with it apart from when the mechanism that froze time had been stolen. Mick’s dad, Brady, had designed the machine and, with the help of his daughter and wife, got it working for travel between the two worlds.

Everyone in Mick’s family had used it before and had seen both the future and the movie world of 1962. Not once did the machine malfuntion. Not once did anything break on it.

Why did it have to pick now of all times to act out?!

Mick had decided to leave early that day, wishing to spend some time with her cousin, Hudson, before he had to leave for his first year of college. She had gotten into the machine and closed it, waiting for the machine to begin whirring so it would take her from her boyfriend’s movie world to her world of modern day California. However, she could tell something was wrong when, after a moment of whirring, the machine let out a high-pitched screech and started sparking. Mick tried opening the door she had climbed into, yet found it stuck shut, effectively trapping her inside. The machine let out a noise so loud that Mick had to cover her ears and, within a blink of an eye, the machine made a loud bang and both it and Mick were gone.

When Mick opened her eyes, she found herself on a moonlight, sandy beach, high enough up on the shore that high tide most likely wouldn’t reach her or the machine she was still stuck inside. After quite a bit of pushing with her shoulders, Mick got the door to the machine open, the force of the door popping open threw Mick out onto the sand. Mick gave a huff, lightly kicking the bottom of the machine before using a nearby staircase to climb onto the top of the machine. She popped open the top where the wires and motor resided, checking on a few wires and reconnecting a few of them that had gotten knocked out of place somehow. As she looked around to see if anyone had seen her, Mick saw a couple of people with a long surfboard running toward a group of people that looked vaguely familliar.

“Oh, no way,” Mick whispered to herself incredulously. The people on the beach were the bikers and surfers from Wet Side Story, the movie world she had just left from. If her eyesight was any good, which it was, the people with the longboard had to be her parents just... younger.

Mick pulled her cell phone out of her shorts pocket and, sure enough, the date on the middle of the screen was September 23, 2017. She hadn’t even been born yet! It was three years before Mick would even be born.

Quietly, as to not cause any of them to look her way, Mick slid off the top of the machine, rolling underneath the staircase so none of them would see her. She wanted to see what was going to happen. After a minute of the group talking amongst themselves, Mick watched in horror as her friends, Struts, Giggles and Lugnut, began to sparkle. She had heard from her mom, Mack, that they only began to sparkle if the movie world was collapsing due to Lela and Tanner not being there. After a few seconds, the three of them were gone. Not long after, her best friend Miles and two of the surfers, Seacat and Rascal, began to sparkle as well.

Mick forced herself to look away as tears stung at her eyes. She didn’t want to watch Miles and her friends disappear; it would be like watching them die and that was far too much for her to bear. A moment went by and Mick heard CheeChee, one of Lela’s closest friends, let out her signature giggle before a loud *PING* was heard. While it sounded like a cartoony microwave telling someone that their TV dinner was ready, it gave Mick a sense of dread as she realized that the only ones left out of the group were Lela and Tanner and Mick’s parents, Mack and Brady.

The hidden brunette took a few deep breaths to calm herself before looking back to where the four remaining people stood. A few minutes of conversation went by before Brady helped Tanner set the longboard down on the sand and handed him something from his pocket. Mick stood up under the stairs, hoping that it would give her a better vantage point. Lela knelt down and started to help Tanner out with whatever it was Brady had tasked them with. Before Mick knew it, she watched as her parents ran off in the direction of Brady’s family’s old house. Mick inched her way out from behind the stairs, taking a good look around before deciding to run over to Lela and Tanner.

“Guys,” she called as she reached them. “Lela, Tanner, what’s going on? Where are we?”

Lela and Tanner looked up at Mick with confusion written on their faces. Lela scanned Mick’s face before giving her a small smile. “Do we know you?”

Mick gave them a pained look before righting herself. This Lela and Tanner didn’t know her yet. Nobody from their world knew her yet. Heck, her own parents didn’t know her yet. Mick took a deep breath, “Look, I have very little time, so I’m going to make it count, if that’s okay?”

Lela turned to Tanner and the pair shared a look before turning back to Mick and nodding. “Go ahead,” Tanner said, gesturing to a spot on the sand next to Lela.

Mick knelt down on the sand with them, helping them to pry the “Friendship Forever” flower from the top of the surfboard that Mick had loved since she was a little girl. “I’m from the future. I know you guys are from the sixties and you think this is the future, but I’m from this world’s future.”

After the flower emblem came off the board, the trio placed it to the side and Lela and Tanner focused solely on the girl in front of them. “So you’re from, like, tomorrow’s tomorrow?” Tanner asked.

Mick weighed out the question before giving a single nod. “Give or take a few years, but that’s fine too. Anyway, I’m here to make sure things go right, okay? Those friends of yours, Mack and Brady? They’re my parents.”

“Seriously?!” Lela gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. “I knew there was something familiar about you!” Lela gave Mick a tight hug before releasing her.

Tanner gave her a hug as well, adding in a little wiggle side-to-side. “You look like Mack, but you act a lot like Brady. That is so cool!”

Mick gave a small laugh in return, sitting back on her feet so she could see them both. “I hate to ask this of you both, but I need you to try doing something for me.”

“Anything,” Lela replied, taking Mick’s hand in hers with a bright smile. Tanner nodded in agreement, draping an arm over Lela’s shoulders.

“Whatever happens,” Mick started softly, “don’t change much when you get back to your world. I know you want to, but if I’m going to live at all, I need that world of yours to stay as close to the original story as possible. I’m all for changing it and making it yours, but, please, consider it. I don’t want to lose you all as my friends.”

Tanner watched Lela in anticipation, watching as her eyes filled with so many different emotions, he thought her head might explode. Lela swallowed thickly, her eyes glazed over with unshed tears as she met Mick’s eyes once more. “The whole reason I left our world was to find out who I could really be.”

“I’m not asking you to change who you are, Lela,” Mick said, squeezing Lela’s hand tightly. “I know that I can’t stop you from choosing differently once you’ve made up your mind. I’ve known that since before Butchy and I got together and that was a while ago. I’m not going to try to-”

“You and Butchy are together?!” Tanner and Lela hollered in unison.

Mick sighed, having not noticed her slip of the tongue before they asked about it. ”Well, I’ve said too much. Anyway, please think about it. I have to go before I get caught, okay? I will always remember you guys, even if you don’t remember me.”

Mick quickly leaned over and gave the stunned couple one last hug before getting up and bushing sand from her legs. With one last glance at her friends, Mick pushed herself into a run, making her way over to the machine as Mack and Brady returned to Lela and Tanner’s spot by the water. Mick hid under the stairs again, watching as the group quickly stuck the flower emblem to another surfboard and rushed off into the water.

The brunette decided she didn’t want to stick around any longer to find out what outcome her friends and family had made with their choices. Mick took a deep breath, climbing into the machine she had arrived in and taking a last look at her parents as they stood together on the beach, watching Tanner and Lela ride off into the ocean on a hydroelectric surfboard. With a smile at her parents, Mick closed the door of the machine and sat on the floor of it, watching the waves outside the machine and listening to the machine as it whirred to life. She wished it would either take her to the movie Lela and Tanner had, hopefully, returned to or to the shed in her parents’ backyard.

What she didn’t see, however, was her dad, Brady, watching the machine over Mack’s shoulder as he hugged her. Brady watched in astonishment as the yellow, tube-like machine began to sparkle, much like Tanner and Lela’s friends had. Brady squinted at the bright object, giving Mack a tight squeze as he did. He found himself studying the machine as the flower emblem, one that looked a lot like the one they had just glued to Tanner and Lela’s surfboard, pushed out from the top of the machine and spun, spinning faster and faster as the machine began to whir loudly.

Brady was able to catch a glimpse of the inside of the tube as it began to disappear from the top down, spotting a young girl that looked a lot like Mack, but was wearing the same necklace Brady himself wore. A necklace that Mack had made for him for their anniversary. He never took it off, how would another person, especially that girl, have it? Who could she possibly have been? How would she be so important to him if he decided to give her his favorite necklace? Brady didn’t have much of a chance to think on those thoughts as the machine disappeared, taking the girl and all of his questions with it.

With a curious yet happy smile, Brady released Mack from his tight embrace, giving her a small kiss. They picked up the old destiny board from the sand, feeling stunned as a glowing flower had appeared in the same spot the previous one had vacated. The couple shared a small laugh and another hug as they brushed it off and decided it had to be because of the movie magic Tanner and Lela had brought to their world with them. Hand in hand, the couple began their walk down the beach, hoping to return to the school in time to help clean up after the dance had ended.

Maybe, someday down the road, they would find a way to return to Wet Side Story.

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