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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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buck x fem reader work together / secretly dating but they act like they hate each other and the team doesn’t know. reader is also bobby’s daughter (or niece up to you) and scared of his reaction (prompts 17, 37, 42, 81)

Unconventional

Evan Buckley x Reader

Prompts: #17: “We shouldn’t be doing this”, #37: “Uh why is your shirt inside out?”, #42: “I love you”, #81: “I can explain”

Warnings: fem!reader, worrying, vulgar/suggestive comments (kinda but not really ?), suggested sexual content, a few swear words, kissing, mentions of hospitals, surgery and injuries.

Category: fluff with a lil angst

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's Note: I wrote it as bobby’s niece, it just made more sense :) hope you liked it!!

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Evan Buckley was a pain in your ass.

He had been since the day you met him. His annoyingly attractive face, his stupid pretty blue eyes and his smile, not to mention how sweet he was. You couldn't help but hate him. Not in the typical “I hate your guts and hope you fall down a flight of stairs” way but in the “god you’re gorgeous and I want to marry you” way.

Did you plan on liking the ridiculously attractive firefighter ? Most definitely not.

Were you also planning on dating him in secret ? Also a no.

Hence why you were sitting in his jeep on a Saturday at 3 in the morning. The two of you had gone on a date to this little restaurant outside of the city but everything that could go wrong kind of did go wrong.

Buck’s shift was supposed to end at 6 but they got a call last minute so he didn’t get home until 7:30. You called to push the reservation back and when he did pick you up, you got stuck in traffic. By the time the two of you got to the restaurant, it was 8:30 and the woman said she called to see if the two of you still needed the reservation but there was no answer (she didn’t call but neither of you were in the mood to argue) - Now it's 9 pm and the two of you still haven't had dinner. Venturing down the block, there was nowhere that seemed appealing. The night really began at some random mom and pop dinner you spotted by the beach. Deciding to have your own little dinner date on the beach, it was now 9:30. Buck had a blanket in the trunk (you didn’t ask why nor did you really wanna know) and you sat on the beach and had dinner. Time flew by, it was around 1 when the two of you began wondering what time it was.

The date was now prolonged by Buck’s craving for something sweet so once again, the two of you were on a hunt but for somewhere to go. He googled the closest ice cream parlour but most places were closed, he searched until he finally found a place that was 20 minutes away. It was totally worth the drive considering it was some of the best ice cream you've had in your life. Which now brought you to 2:20 in the morning, the two of you were still sitting on the hood on his jeep, a container of half eaten ice cream between you.

Buck looked over at you, a smile on his face. “Did you have fun ? despite, you know, all the shit that went wrong ?” you chuckled, “I did.” Buck had a shift at 11 so it was time for the night to come to an end. One of his hands held yours and the other on the wheel, you were staring out the window as the breeze blew by.

“Something on your mind babe?” Buck asked you, glancing over at you as you turned towards him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this�� you mumbled, you didn’t want to end things with him but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have doubts about where this relationship was going. “What do you mean ?” he asks, his eyes on the road. “I mean how long are we going to hide this from everyone ?” your eyes back out the window, Buck sighed and the conversation dropped. There were a few minutes of silence and the tension filled the car, Buck finally spoke up “you were the one that didn’t want to say anything.” his voice came off a bit harsher than you expected, letting go of his hand, your body shifted towards the door and way from him. He noticed your change in emotion and seating.

“Babe, I'm sorry. It's just that you didn’t want to say anything and it’s entirely your choice. I get it but we can figure it out. One step at a time, okay ?” Buck looks over at you when he pulls into the parking lot. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine.” leaning over the console to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good night Buck, thank you for tonight” you give him a smile and get out of the jeep. Buck follows you, “let me walk you up,” he grabs your wrist, the two of you stopped in the middle of the parking lot. “That’s fine, I'll text you so you know I’m okay. You need to get home anyways, you have a shift and you need your sleep” shaking your head, you pull your hand away from him and head inside before he can ask again.

He was right, it was your choice not to say anything but you weren't sure how your uncle would react. This relationship wouldn't just affect your relationship with him but also his relationship with Buck. You didn’t- couldn't let Buck jeopardize his work life for his love life.

Shutting the door once you get into your apartment, you send a text to your boyfriend.

To Lover Boy Buck: I’m home, text me when you get home. Sleep well <3

From Lover Boy Buck: Just pulled in, goodnight babe

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Athena’s birthday was on Saturday and Bobby had planned a surprise party for her. With a little help from May, things were in place.

Bobby had taken Athena out for lunch at some fancy cafe that was impossible to get into and then to see a play. While they were out, you headed over to their place to help May set up. Upon arriving, you saw that Hen was already there as was Buck.

“Good afternoon my loves!” you shout as you walk over to the kitchen. “I come with coffee” you hand a cup to May and the other to Hen, the two are thankful for the coffee as you had a shit ton of decorating to do and only a few hours to get it done. Buck leant against the wall by the kitchen entryway, “where's mine?” he asked which made you roll your eyes. “Didn’t know that you were gonna be here, no one invited you anyways.” you reply, sorting through the packages of balloons on the table, you toss one and it hits him square in the face.

“Ow!” he shouts, rubbing his cheek.

“Oh did I hurt you ?” you ask, pouting at him mockingly.

Considering the weird note that the two of you left on during your last date, plus not being able to see each other that week left things in a bit of a mess.

May and Hen exchange glances, “Buck, how about you help put up the banner in the backyard ?” she practically dragged Buck by the arm and into the yard. May was in the kitchen icing some cupcakes that she and Harry had made the night before when she called for you.

“Why don't you get along with Buck ? I don't know him all the well but he seems like a good guy” May pleads his case unintentionally.

He is a good guy

“Ever meet someone and you just don’t like them ?” you ask, she hums. “That’s me with Buck” is what came out instead.

“I get it.” she nodded, she began telling you about a guy in her chemistry class that just got on her nerves all the time. You excused yourself when the doorbell rang. Chim and Maddie had arrived right as Karen pulled into the driveway with Denny and Nia. You let everyone in and they began helping too. About an hour later, Eddie arrives with Chris and the cake. You take the cake from him so he can help Chris with his jacket.

“Buck!” you shout

“Yeah ba- yeah ?” he corrects himself last second. Your eyes widen at the word that almost slipped out of his mouth. No one seem to catch it except for Chim who gave you a weird look but you just brush it off.

“Take this, I need to change.” you hand the cake off to him and head to the bathroom to change into your dress. A few moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door and then it opened.

“Hey! I'm chang- oh it’s just you” you mumble as he shuts the door. Buck’s back pressed up against the door. “Are you just gonna watch me or are you going to help me?” you turn, your back towards him now. Pulling your hair over your shoulder, you feel one of Buck’s hands on your waist and then the tug of the zipper.

“Must you always fight with me, y/n ?” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Must you always get on my nerves, Evan ?” you were looking back at him in the mirror, he flashed you a smile and nodded, a rather amused look on his face. “Yeah, it's kind of my job to irritate you” his arms loosen as you turn around to face him now, leaning back against the counter. “Well I guess then I have to fight with you” running your hand through his hair, he leans into you, his forehead against yours.

“You know, they say make love, not war” he whispers, his lips almost touching yours. A little chuckle slips past your lips, “is this your way of saying that we should stop fighting ?” you mumble as you press a kiss to his lips. Buck pulls you closer to him - which you didn’t even think was possible, “no, it’s my way of saying we should make love” he smiles against your lips as he lifts you up onto the counter and you let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. “Oops” a hand comes up to cover your mouth. Buck can't help but smile, you were adorable and all he wanted was to go out there and tell everyone that he’s in love with you, something he hadn't even told you yet, but at last, he could not.

“You’re cheesy, you know that right ?” looking up at him whilst you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “If you want to fuck me, just say so” he tells you to which you reply “you're so vulgar Evan” while rolling your eyes.

“Oh I'll show you vulgar” he chuckles and pulls off his shirt, his hand reaching behind you to unzip your dress.

Buck left the bathroom first, the house had filled up within the 20 minutes the two of you were in the bathroom. He ran his hand through his hair in hopes to fix it from the tugging that just happened. As he stepped out into the backyard, his sister’s voice called out to him.

“Buck!” she walked over, “you’ve been so busy I haven't gotten a chance to say hi yet” she pulls her brother into a hug. Maddie’s face screws into a confused look. “Did you try a new body wash or something ?” she looks up at Buck, his brows furrow but he shakes his head. “Why?” he asks, “you smell like mint” she informs him.

You step out into the backyard, a tube of mint chapstick between your fingers, being applied to your lips. Buck’s eyes were on you, watching as the tube rubbed across your lips, his mind back to those lips were moments ago. Chimney’s voice caused him to pull his eyes away from you and onto him.

“Uh why is your shirt inside out?” Chim asks him, brows raised. Buck looks down and his shirt is on inside out, “uh, I- uh I had to change.” he says, hoping they’d believe him.

“You had that shirt on when we got here.” Chim had a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh Christopher is calling for me, excuse me” Buck walks off before they could say anything. He did indeed make his way over to Eddie and Chris, you were on the other side of the backyard when your phone chimed.

From Lover Boy Buck: Couldn't you have told me my shirt was on inside out?

To Lover Boy Buck: And how was I supposed to know that ? I didn’t have time to look at you

From Lover Boy Buck: Oh really ? You had plenty of time a few minutes ago

To Lover Boy Buck: Behave.

From Lover Boy Buck: Make me.

You roll your eyes at his comment, May coming out and shouting that they just pulled in. Everyone stood by the backdoors, waiting for Athena and Bobby to come in.

Athena had a blindfold on as Bobby led her down the stairs to the backyard. “I swear if you did somethin-” he undoes the blindfold mid sentence.

“Surprise!!” everyone shouts, Athena had a huge smile on her face. She turns to Bobby, “you did all this ?” he smiles but shakes his head, “I had some help” nodding towards May, Athena walked over to her daughter to give her a hug. Bobby and Athena went around to say hello to everyone, Bobby coming over to you and Eddie, Buck and Chris were sitting beside each other. “Hey” Bobby smiled at the two of you, “hey” you smiled back before you gave him a hug.

“What do I own you for today ?” he asks you

“Nothing at all, I'm glad I could help.”

“Are you sure kid ?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I’ll let you know if I need something uncle Bobby”

He smiles and goes off to talk to Chim and Maddie. Eddie switches places with Buck, Christopher showing his father the trick that Buck just showed him. “You’re good with kids” you tell him, “yeah, I know” he replies. “You're also an arrogant asshole but perspective I suppose.” Buck chuckled at your comment, watching as you walked away.

It was a while before you sat down for dinner, you were in the house with Bobby, helping him bring stuff out while everyone got seated. When you returned, there were two seats left. One at the head of the table, which was where your uncle was currently headed, leaving you no choice but to sit beside Buck. “Pass me the green bowl ?” he asks you, “no thanks” you reply nonchalantly. Bobby gives you a look, “y/n, pass him the bowl” you sighed and handed the bowl to Buck who was snickering. It took all of you not to smack this man in front of everyone.

A hand on your upper thigh startled you, you coughed and Eddie looked at you from across the table, his brows furrowed. Your hand comes down to rest on top of Buck’s. Chris followed his father’s look over to you, “are you okay y/n?” he asked you sweetly, you smiled at him. “I’m okay buddy, thank you for asking” Buck bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile. Oh how he wanted to kiss you right now, but again, he couldn't really do that, could he? He settled for holding your hand under the table like teenagers for now.

----

8 o'clock and you were supposed to be there 20 minutes ago. Bobby was probably there wondering where you were. You were supposed to be having dinner with your uncle tonight to tell him about you and Buck. Buck offered to tell him but you felt like it was only right for you to tell him.

You dialled the number but it rang out. You assumed he was still driving or maybe he was ruining late too. The phone rang while you searched for something to wear. It was Bobby.

“Hey!” you answer, “I'm gonna be a little late”

“Y/n, we’re gonna have to take a rain check on dinner.” Something was wrong, you could tell from the way he answered.

“Everything okay ? Are you still at work ?”

“I’m at the hospital.”

“What? Why? Are you okay ? Is it Athena ?”

“Athena and I are fine. It’s Buck, he’s in surgery right now. I don't think I'll be leaving anything soon. I’m sorry about dinner.”

Your heart dropped when he said it was Buck.

“Did anyone tell Maddie ? Do you want me to pick her up ?”

“It's alright, Chim went and got her. You don't have to come, we’re ok-”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”

Grabbing the keys, you’ve never run down the stairs so fast in your life. The whole drive over, it felt like the world was moving in slow motion. He’d still be in surgery when you arrived but you needed to know what happened.

I love you Evan Buckley.

The 5 words replaying in your head over and over again. The 5 words you hadn’t gotten the chance to say to him. The team plus Maddie and Athena were in the waiting room. Bobby came over and gave you a hug, “is he okay ? Did you guys hear anything ?” you ask as you sit beside Maddie. “Not yet” Bobby returns to his seat.

“Mads, I'm sorry” you gave her a hug, she gave you a small smile. “It’s okay. Buck’ll pull through. He always does.”

3 hours later and still nothing, he had been in surgery 2 hours prior to you arriving, bringing it to a total of 5 hours. Athena and Bobby left for a few minutes to see if they could get an update on him. You looked around the room, Eddie was leant against the wall, his legs on the chairs in front of him, Hen stood by the window on the phone with who you assumed was Karen. Chim’s arm was wrapped around Maddie, her head resting on his shoulder.

Bobby and Athena returned telling everyone that there was no update other than he was still in surgery. Your leg bounced as you waited, Bobby rested a hand on your knee when he sat back down.

“You okay kid ?”

“Mhm hm why ?”

“You only bounce your leg when you’re nervous. You’re sure you’re okay ?”

“Yeah, I'm gonna go get some coffee” you announce as you get up. If you spent another minute in that room, you were going to combust, you couldn't take it. “Does anyone want anything ?” there were a few mumbles of no but Eddie gets up and says he’ll come with you. The two of you walk down the hallway to the other end. Slipping a bill into the machine, it buzzes and then nothing. Eddie watches as you push the button a few times. Frustrated and tired, your hand smacks against the machine. A few nurses glare in your direction.

“Hey, go get some air okay ? I’ll get the coffee and meet you outside” Eddie’s hand on your back, leading you to the doors.

“Eddie, I'm fine”

“Y/n, go. You’ve been in here for a while and honestly, I could use the air too.”

Not in the mood to protest, you step outside. It was a little past 11 now, it was dark and cold out. Your back pressed up against the brick wall, the coldness seeping through your shirt. A hand running over your face in an attempt to wake you up, you sigh as the door opens.

“Here” Eddie handed you a mug that didn’t look like it came from a machine. The mug read “#1 nurse” on it and his says “world’s best mom” your brows furrow, looking at the man standing beside you. “I sweet talked one of the nurses, it's fine. I promised to return the mugs when we're done.” he says casually, making you smile. You had always enjoyed Eddie’s company, he didn’t ask questions or poke around in your life, he just lived in the moment.

“Cute shirt” he chuckles, looking down at the blue t-shirt you had on. You hadn't realized that you left wearing it. “Oh thanks” you mumble, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s Buck’s, isn't it?” he asks, you almost choked on the coffee.

“Wha- why would you ask me that ?”

“It reeks of his cologne,” Eddie chucked. “I’ve known for months, y/n. The two of you aren't as slick as you think.”

“Who else knows ?”

“No one that I know of, Chim has an idea but he hasn't said anything”

You hummed, looking out at the parking lot in front of you. “Does Bobby know ?” Eddie’s eyes practically burn into your side.

“I was going to tell him tonight.”

Eddie’s phone buzzed before he could say anything else. “Let’s go in, the doctors are out.” Eddie followed you into the building and back into the waiting room. The doctor has just stepped in, she glanced back at you and Eddie, “Are you here for Buckley as well ?”

“Yeah, how is he?” Eddie asks, the two of you step further into the room. “He’s stable as of now, we managed to stop the bleeding. He’s asleep but he’s got a long road ahead of him.” the doctor inform everyone, you watch as Maddie lets out a sigh, her hand squeezing Chim’s. “I can take someone in, if they’d like to go in” Chim let go of Maddie’s hand as she went to follow the doctor down the hall. Eddie could sense the change in body language, you were relaxed until Maddie stepped out with the doctor. His hand rests on your back again, “let’s sit down. You can go in after” he whispered to you. To anyone else in the room, it would look like something was happening between you and Eddie but he was just comforting you. There was nothing happening.

The person you were in love with was laying in a hospital bed at the other end of the hallway.

One by one, everyone went in to see him. Chim went in first, meeting Maddie in his room. When they return, they let everyone know he’s awake. Bobby and Athena are next, they go in for a few minutes. Hen was after them, you could hear them laughing from the other end of the hallway.

It was so good to hear him laugh.

You and Eddie went in last. Eddie sat beside his bed on the chair, he and Buck having a conversation. Eddie looked over at you, you were standing by the door. “I think I'll go call Chris and let him know you’re alright” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder before stepping out the room.

Buck’s attention was now on you. “hey you” he mumbles, trying to shift into a sitting position. “Don’t move, you’ll rip your stitches.” you take a seat where Eddie was a few moments ago. Buck’s hand reaches for yours, although he was awake, his hand felt cold. Your hand rubbed against his, his eyes on you. Neither of you say anything to the other.

“I thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“You’ll never lose me, y/n” Buck’s hand squeezes yours.

“But I almost did and I hated every minute of it.” the tears welling up by your eyes, you blink a few times to get rid of them but instead a few slip down. Buck reaches up to wipe your tears, his hand cupping your cheek.

“All of this for me ?” he teases, “there was no need to worry, you know that, right?”

“You scared me you ass, don't do that” you sniffle, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something” his eyes were on yours, now you were worried again. “Okay, what is-”

“I love you” he blurts out.

“Oh Buck” you breathe, the soft expression on his face changes to a worried one. “Oh god, I'm sor-” your hand comes up and covers his mouth.

“I love you too” you smile at him, you can feel him smile against your hand. Moving your hand to his cheek, “you do ?” he asks, you nod. “How can I not ?” Leaning out of the chair, your lips meet his. Your hand is still cupping his face and his hand lifting off the bed to meet your waist. Shifting from the chair to the bed, you sat beside Buck, your lips still on his.

“Excuse me?” someone clears their throat, Buck pulls away to look at who's by the door. Bobby stood in the doorway, his arms folded in front of him and a rather amused Athena beside him. Buck’s eyes widen, you look over your shoulder to see your uncle standing there.

“I can explain. Bobby I-” Buck starts, but Bobby cuts him off. “It’s okay Buck, I know.” he steps into the room.

“You do?” the two of you say at the same time, both of you looking at him. Bobby nods, “I might be old - well older than you two but I’m not dumb” he chuckles, “if anything, you two are the dumb ones for thinking I wouldn't know.” he says

“I was going to tell you at dinner”

“I figured as much, I also figured you’d want to be here when Buck woke up”

“Thank you for calling” you smile at him, he gives you a nod. “Everyone is heading home, are you going to stay with him ?”

You hum, your attention back on Buck. You could hear Athena and Bobby whispering in the back and then the door shuts. Buck shifts slightly on the bed, making space for you. Laying on your side, beside him, your finger traces over the words tattooed on his forearm. The world had come to a pause finally, the things around you didn’t matter right now. Everything you cared about was beside you, the hospital wasn't the ideal place but all you cared about that he was okay.

“Tell me again” you whisper, your head on his shoulder. Buck turns his head to look at you.

“I love you y/n l/n”

“I love you Evan Buckley”

Turns out you did get to say those 5 words after all.

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98shawns · 4 years

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trusting you; trusting me. (t.c.)

dating in the workplace may be tough, but your new hopeless romantic of an assistant makes it worthwhile.

(coworker au, boss x assistant au)

chapters: one, two

words: 2500

warnings: mentions of nsfw (none in this chapter unfortunately, but def in the next !!)

a/n: long time no post !! i wrote this such a long time ago and it’s collecting dust so i might as well post without worrying too much about how it will do, right? lol, hopefully i can get to writing more !!

Keeping a poker face is easy until the new employee transferring into your department was the guy you’d just spent the night with.

You keep your expression contained as you make a beeline towards your office. This wasn’t the plan. The plan was for you to let off some steam with some good looking guy at the bar and then leave without a trace the morning after. He was nice. Style, charisma, and a boyish charm all wrapped in one handsome package. Just your type.

And you believe that you’d caught his fancy as well. He slipped his number written down on a napkin that sat wedged into your car’s sun blocker. (You’ve been pondering on whether or not you should shoot him a message all morning).

But as much as you enjoyed his company, he wasn’t supposed to be following you around.

‘I’m going crazy,’ You’re quick to frantically grab the file placed on your desk earlier this morning. Surely enough, Timothée Chalamet would be starting as your new assistant.

/////

“Fancy seeing you here,” is how Timothée greets you when you let him into your office. You bite your cheek as you frown at his words.

“Stop addressing me so casually. I’m your superior.” You lean back in your chair and offer Timothée a seat in front of your desk. His lips press into a straight line as he responds with a curt nod before eventually sitting down in front of you.

The atmosphere was heavy but you find yourself feeling somewhat relieved upon seeing the uneasiness in Timothée’s expression. It seemed like he wasn’t expecting an early reunion either.

“Let me get straight to the point,” you start, leaning forward and clasping your hands together as you rest your elbows on your desk. You see Timothée’s body visibly tense up.

“We’ll be spending a lot of time together from here on out. In regards to what happened last night, we can’t let it affect our practice here. While we’re in this building, we’re coworkers first. Got it?” Timothée nods in a silent agreement, and you try your best to not drown in how uncomfortable you had to make the situation for the both of you. It was protocol for situations like these, but you hated the thought of being professional to the man who sweet-talked you for the duration of all of last night.

“That’s all. I know it’s a lot for your first day, but try your best. Most of our coworkers are all great people so hopefully they can help you adjust. If you need anything, just ask.” You end the conversation with a send-off you once read in a self-help book about excelling in management. It was just a standard between a manager and a worker; hopefully a standard the both of you will be able to upkeep.

You eventually stand up and extend your hand to give your new assistant a handshake. He stands with you and clasps your hand firmly.

‘He has a good handshake…’ You think about how odd it was that you held this very hand last night. It was cold and fragile yet still big and protective when he held you. He had long fingers and surprisingly soft skin; his hands were noticeably beautiful. You told him so as you dozed off in the wee hours of the morning.

Your touch lingers a few seconds longer than it should before you let go.

“Thank you.” Timothée breathes a sigh of relief as he bids you farewell and you let yourself fall back into your chair after he closed the door behind him.

/////

You were always the last to leave, especially on a weekend. Even a few years ago when you were stationed at the cubicle in the back of the office, one row of fluorescent lights would stay illuminating your space.

You were a hard worker with big plans. Everyone in your relatively new branch was around your age so you were well liked, admired, respected, or at least acknowledged by your coworkers by the time you eventually got promoted to a managerial position. The youngest manager in the company. You deserved it, and you would make sure that you’d aim higher. Nothing would come between you and your performance.

Well, maybe nothing but the new assistant you accidentally slept with a week ago.

“Can I talk to you?” You jump at the sound of Timothée’s voice. He looked up at you as he sat on the couch outside your office with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder and his briefcase resting beside him. Your hands grasp the door frame as you check the clock on your office wall. He’d been waiting for the last two hours for you to come out.

“Of course! You could have just knocked at 5:00–“

“It... isn’t about work.”

By the time you turned back to him he’d stood up. He fidgeted with his hands, putting them halfway into his pockets before eventually folding them in front of his body. You think of all the possibilities that would play out if you said yes and you consider telling him to wait until Monday when you’d see each other at work again. In a professional setting. You knew along the lines of what he was about to ask, and now wasn’t the time to get caught up in your emotions. Not when you’d only been promoted two years ago.

But for some reason, something pulls at your heartstrings as you observe Timothée’s demeanour. He seemed so… innocent as he tried his best to be patient while he waited for a response.

You sigh and step outside your office, closing the door behind you. You stood still for a moment before caving.

“Have you eaten yet?”

When his face lights up, you realize that your new assistant may have you wrapped around his little finger.

/////

You don’t know why you chose to come to Denny’s to have this conversation with Timothée, but it somehow felt right. Eating mediocre breakfast foods drowned in maple syrup helped to mask the fact that the two of you being together like this was, well, wrong.

“Are you adjusting well?” You break the silence. Well, silence other than the sounds of forks and knives clanking against each other. Timothée swallows a ball of nervousness down with his chocolate chip pancakes and nods.

“You’re right, everyone at our branch is really nice.” He smiles politely and it makes you feel uncomfortable. He seemed so free spirited when you first met him, but that was when you were just a person at a bar. Not his boss.

“That’s good.” You smile back. It’s not like you weren’t guilty either; he wasn’t just a charming boy approaching you with a cheesy one liner anymore. He was your employee.The two of you sit in each other’s silence for a moment longer.

“Thanks again,” He starts. Your eyes avert to his.

“For what?”

“You’re not treating me any differently even though it must have been hard to stay professional for a whole week. You even let me keep my job.”

“You thought I was going to fire you?” You ask, somewhat in disbelief. The more you think about it, firing him would make sense if you were heartless. He nods casually. “I was 100% positive when you called me into your office Monday morning.”

You try not to express your concern towards Timothée’s confession. It wasn’t your fault you accidentally slept with your new assistant but it obviously wasn’t his either. As long as you stayed professional during work hours, what was the problem? It’s not like he wouldn’t be able to redirect your calls or organize your schedule. The last thing you’d want was for him to feel uncomfortable towards you; he was your employee after all.

Yeah… your employee.

You wonder if that’s why you take the extra liberty of comforting him, and before you know it words of consolation becomes friendly conversation. It’s alright if you spend the next two or three hours chatting about nothing and everything at the same time … you weren’t at work, after all. There was no need to be so stiff around each other.

“We should get going,” You check the time: 11:30 p.m. You should have wrapped this up hours ago. You don’t notice Timothée’s smidgen of a smile as he watches you gather your belongings. He eventually stands up to grab your trench coat off the coat hanger beside your booth. You scoff as he holds it up for you, eventually helping you slip into it before he shrugs on his own jacket.

“Together?” The monotonous waitress, who’d been taking care of you since you entered, punched a few buttons on the cash register. You noticed that she’d let her hair down and put on a sweater as you walk up to the counter to pay for your meal. She must be getting ready to go home as well.

“Actually–“

“Yes, please.” Timothée cuts you off by giving his card to the waitress, effectively stopping you from rummaging through your purse.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, watching Timothée’s face as he punches his card combination into the machine. He only smiles when he hears the beep of an approved transaction, and thanks the waitress before finally turning towards you.

“You paid last time.” He shrugs. You feel your heart flutter as he reminded you of the weekend you spent with him.

‘Oh no,’ You think, following him out into the parking lot and back to your car. This wasn’t going to lead to where you thought it was going to, would it…? He joined you for dinner, he listened to your mindless conversation, he helped you with your jacket, he paid for your food…

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

“Timothée,” As the two of you walked out onto the parking lot, he’d just opened the car door when you called his name. He stares up at you with a grin, his hand still resting on top of the car door. You swallow your nervousness. “what did you really want to talk about?”

The subtlety of Timothée’s faltering grin is hard to catch. He was well aware of it too, how tonight didn’t feel like a simple get together between two professionals… actually, it felt quite the opposite. Almost like a date.

“I like you.” He says, completely serious. You bite your cheek. “A lot.”

“We’re coworkers.”

“Can we not be more than just coworkers?”

You frown at his question. Maybe it was because he was young, but Timothée’s aggressiveness and passion makes your heart squeeze in your chest. You wanted to ask that question too, why couldn’t you be anything more?

“I’ve only known you for a week. I see you every weekday because I’m your boss. It’d be too much for us,” You start, finally stepping into your car and slamming the door shut. Timothée follows, and you keep on chewing at your cheek. You shouldn’t be so defensive; you had to stay professional. “at least not while we’re so young.”

“But we’ve got our whole life ahead of us, shouldn’t we at least try? We’re at the age where we can’t just waste our chances while they’re running out.” You let out a scoff at his words as you start the car, but you don’t say anything in response. You didn’t want him to know that his words resonated deeper within you that they should have.

You start the drive to his house in silence, and Timothée sighs as he lets his back collide with the seat of your car in frustration. Your relationship as coworkers was not coming to a very good start, but you suppose that it had to start somewhere. Plus if he was looking for a relationship with someone, there were plenty of great looking people at the office. He’d get over it and so would you.

“We’re here.” You say, pulling in the parking lot next to Timothée’s apartment building. Timothée turns to you one last time, and with a sigh, unbuckles his seatbelt.

“Thank you for the ride.” You nod and keep your eyes glued to your steering wheel, waiting for him to leave. You don’t see his gaze avert to your eyes, then to your lips. Timothée opens his mouth but says nothing, only pressing his lips together as he opens your car door to step out onto the pavement beneath you.

You feel yourself sigh in relief when he shuts the door. Don’t look back, you tell yourself. You wouldn’t be able to control yourself if you did. Instead you fiddle with your sun blocker to distract yourself.

Thoughts of Timothée swirled through your mind, especially what he had said before you drove him home. Don’t waste chances while they run out.

You let out a halfhearted scoff. You could only wish to think like that. To be impulsive and take chances as they arise but you can’t. Sure you were jealous, but you’ve got too much on the line… too much to risk.

You lower your sun blocker and notice a forgotten napkin slip out and onto your lap. Timothée’s number from last week. You frown.

You were just a coward.

Fuck it.

“Timothée, wait!” You call, practically jumping out of your car before running towards your assistant. You get as far as the front entrance before you see that he’d already gone inside and stepped into the elevator.

He only notices you behind the glass doors when he turns and looks up, just as the elevator doors begin to close.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, just after he stops the elevator from closing with his arm and runs towards you. He opens the door for you and you slowly walk inside, panting from your run over.

“I have to tell you something,” Timothée nods expectedly, and you rub the back of your neck.

“I really don’t think it’ll work out.” You start, watching the hopefulness in Timothée’s eyes die out. Just a bit.

“I barely know you– I liked you from when we slept together but that’s it. I was wondering where we were going to go afterwards as well, but when I saw you at the office last week, I thought I had my answer.” You step closer to him.

“But now I’m wondering… I really don’t know anymore. Maybe this isn’t going anywhere– I can’t be so sure. But when I’m looking back at the past seventy years, what’s the first week, really?” Timothée’s lips part as you look into his eyes, and you feel a warmth rising up to your cheeks. “Wanna go out?”

The corners of Timothée’s lips immediately upturn at the sound of your words, and his hand shoots up to his mouth to cover his smile. Though, you end up seeing it anyways as it travels to his eyes.

“If you’ll have me.”

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stusbunker · 3 years

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AGA: Word to the Wise

A Supernatural Fan-fiction Denny AU Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, past Dean/Jo

Other characters: Sam, Bobby, Cas, Mick, Ash, Jo

Word Count: 3000 (whoa)

A/N: Sam gets on Dean’s nerves and Dean ends up taking a late night detour. Big talks ahead.

Special thanks to my beta @cracksinthewalls who puts up with my whiny ass. Also grateful for @there-must-be-a-lock‘s insight.

The bowling league was in lean attendance due to a surprise snowstorm, but that didn’t keep Singers’ Slingers from mopping the floor with their competition. Dean ended on a spare in the last game, putting him just over his average for the night. State bowling wasn’t until spring, but if they kept up their momentum Dean was sure they could place well. And a weekend away would be a welcome break from his usual exhaustion.

Dean still owed Mick a rematch from last year’s trip. Mick drank him under the table and Dean didn’t want to lose two years running, he had a reputation to uphold afterall. Bartending had cut into his training time, among other things.

Ash was the first one to bow out for the night, knowing his side towing business would be busy with vehicles in ditches for however long the storm lasted. Cas bummed a ride with Mick, since his car had never done well in this weather and he was still dragging his feet on upgrading. Dean knew he had been hinting at shopping around, but Dean wasn’t going to push the topic and get dragged into helping or finagling with the salesman for the guy. Cas could figure it out on his own, and Dean was finally in a place where he felt comfortable letting him. Huh.

Sam had been quiet all night, but Dean hadn’t mentioned it, attributing the sour mood to post-break up blues. They bought Bobby his weekly drink, “team dues” as he called it and settled in along the bar.

Dean kept the conversation going, trying to keep the mood light, but Bobby was too tired to ham it up and Sam was not amused by his brother’s antics. Once Bobby polished off his last beer and headed home to Ellen, Dean was rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Fine, you know what, I’ll reel it in, don’t want to interrupt your sulking,” Dean muttered after another joke fell flat. Sam winced at Dean’s jab, which Dean instantly regretted. Though it did seem to shake Sam out of his funk, if minutely.

“So, tell me about Benny,” Sam brought up with elephantine grace.

Dean stared at Sam like he proclaimed he was quitting the law firm and joining the circus, coulrophobia and all.

Sam huffed. “What?”

“Nice segue there, counselor,” Dean grumbled. “What about him? Hmm, you want a new bowling bag? Because that was already on my list for you for Christmas.”

“Dude, you don’t have to do that. I mean, that’d be great, but no, I was kind of wondering what your deal was? Like do you hang out a lot?” Sam started fishing.

“Yeah, totally, everynight,” Dean deadpanned. “I mean I only work two jobs when I’m not moving your sorry ass back into Mom and Dad’s.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam said, waiting to figure out where he was going with this line of questioning and just shot in the dark.

“What I’m trying to say is, is this, like, a Cas thing?” Sam choked out, unable to put it any more delicately.

Dean burned with shame as his hackles raised in defensiveness. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Sam cocked his head and pursed his lips, unamused and unimpressed. “You know what I mean, man. Don’t make me spell it out.”

Dean wouldn’t budge, he dropped his beer with a thud. “Well, you’re gonna have to, because I have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”

“Dude!” Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“The fuck is your problem? You got something to say, just say it, Sam.” Dean fumed, daring him with a murderous glare. Sam inhaled pregnantly, face still inching towards bitch mode. Sam eyed the bartender who was trying not to listen and the late game bowlers who suddenly decided they could catch up lane side instead.

What Dean didn’t realize was that he needed Sam to say it. He yearned for it, for his truth to be spoken, and known without him having to say it himself.

“Look, I know this isn’t something we talk about. But, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Alright? In the beginning with Cas, it was like you were obsessed, man. And since he just always seemed to need something from you. I just want to make sure you’re not getting used, I guess,” Sam unraveled the heart of his concern without saying too much, which Dean was not expecting, at all.

Dumbfounded, Dean retreated, annoyance trumping any chance at relief.

“I think I can handle myself, thanks,” Dean spat. Petulantly, he took a sip from his beer, the cold glass solid in his hand, giving him something to clutch or even throw, if it came down to it.

“I didn’t say---,” Sam broke off. “Fine! You know what? You’re on your own. Just remember that I should have listened to you about Ruby and now I’m paying the price for my own stubbornness.”

Sam stood and reached for his money clip, tossing an extra five on the bar for the dramatics. He gave Dean one last chance to come clean, to own up to what they weren’t saying. Dean stared straight ahead, eyes unfocusing on the liquor labels behind the bar as if Sam had already left. So he did, just as he came: pissed and questioning his brother’s motives.

Dean didn’t go home after that. Instead he absently followed a plow down the main road until he happened upon a familiar turn off. Which he took slow and steady until it ended in a T. The little brick ranch at the end of the lane held a lot of memories. And it was more inviting than ever with its Christmas card perfection in the falling snow. Dean put the Impala in park and let the radio play, wishing he had a joint just for the sake of something to do.

He wasn’t there ten minutes before his phone rang, which he answered without processing the caller ID.

“You gonna come in or you just gonna sit out there feeling sorry for yourself?” Jo’s voice sliced across the line.

“Didn’t know if you were still up,” Dean bullshitted.

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Backdoor’s open,” her unimpressed reply. She hung up before Dean could make up an excuse to leave. He slouched out of the car and trudged down the long country driveway. As soon as he had stomped the snow off his boots, Jo welcomed him in with a firm hug and an appraising glint in her eye.

“Thanks, it’s a real mess out there,” Dean explained.

Jo just shook her head at him. “How’d ya bowl?”

“619 series, finished strong in the last few frames,” Dean answered. “Were you at your folks?”

“Nah, just know it’s Wednesday night, which means the boys were at the alley,” Jo smirked as she reached atop her fridge for the good stuff.

She held up the whiskey in offering and Dean nodded, bending out of his coat. He slipped it over the back of a chair and settled in at the vintage kitchen table. She poured him a glass and watched as he inhaled the first round like he had been outside for hours and needed to fight off a much deeper chill.

“Well alright,” Jo resigned herself to playing shrink and poured Dean another drink. “So, what’s got you stuck in your head, hm?”

Dean weighed his head from side to side as he let the whiskey roll over his tongue. He never got far into a pouting session when Jo was around, but he also didn’t know which chamber of his heart he could stand to prop open for her inspection tonight.

“How’ve you been, Jo? You still schooling those truckers on taking care of their own rigs?” Dean sidestepped with ease.

“You know it,” Jo confirmed. “Not a day goes by that I don’t have to put another asshole in his place. Pays good, though.”

Jo had followed in Bobby’s footsteps and became a mechanic, but two Singers were already one too many for the shop and salvage yard. So she took her skills out to the interstate and made a name for herself as the only female diesel technician in four counties. Dean used to hate it when she would fix something faster than him, but it had been more than a decade since her skills had made him feel inferior. Dean knew Jo’d be his boss someday, but he wasn’t too worried about those far off futures; Bobby wouldn’t retire unless Ellen made him or killed him first.

“How’s Rufus holding up?” Jo teased, knowing her dad’s old friend was getting worse for the wear, much like John had.

“Stubborn, and as glib as ever. Good thing your dad rehired him, because he’s a bit too mouthy for most customers,” Dean admitted.

Jo hummed with nostalgia. “I gotta swing by and bug you guys sometime, but it just keeps getting busier.”

Dean sighed. “I hear that. What’s it been? Labor day? No. I haven’t even seen you since the Fourth. Christ!”

“Yeah, well, you’ll see me next week for Thanksgiving, don’t get too sentimental about it now,” Jo quipped. She took a short sip off the bottle as Dean swirled the last of his second helping.

“I’m seeing someone,” Dean staggered the words, like he wasn’t sure if their meanings and sounds fit together.

Jo sighed dramatically, “Finally, the truth is revealed! What’s up? She’s not pregnant, is she?”

“No.” Dean had to bite back his guffaw. “Definitely not.”

“Okay, then why the sad face? Not pulling a Ruby on ya, I hope?” Jo tested the waters.

“No, it’s--uh--- it’s been good. Really good. I just, kind of need to make up my mind if I’m in it for the long haul. Ya know?” Dean clarified, relaxing with each little confession.

“Uh-oh it’s getting serious,” Jo mock whispered.

Dean rolled his shoulders. “No, well, it could be. I don’t know.”

Jo giggled. “I can’t believe you! You’re fucking twitterpated, aren’t you?!”

“Jo, if you start making Thumper jokes, I’m shutting up right now,” Dean warned with a pointed finger. “Care to top me off while you’re at it?”

“Okay, okay, gosh.” Jo rolled her eyes dramatically as she poured him another drink before pointedly putting it back on the fridge. “But you’re in deep. You’re all blushy about it.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m ready to go big. It just means they’re willing to put up with me until I say the word,” Dean tried to downplay his feelings and Benny’s confession.

“So do it! Bust out the grand gestures already,” Jo encouraged.

Dean scoffed, “I’m not built for commitment, you know that!”

“Except you kinda are! You’ve changed, Dean,” Jo insisted, head hung to pour her honesty from her eyes. “I don’t know when it happened, but you’re not that reckless boy that I knew. You’ve always been a good guy, but now?---- Maybe it’s been since Sam came home, I don’t know. But somewhere along the way you grew up.---- It’s okay to let yourself want something more, you know.”

Dean grumbled and rolled his neck, breaking the eye contact. She always could do this to him, just like her mother, see straight through his every defense. “I always thought it’d be you, you know?”

Jo smiled without teeth. “Firsts can do that to people. But, we’re not those kids anymore, Dean. So, if you’re asking for my permission or seeking my approval---?”

Dean dropped his head to his hands, thick fingers poorly hiding him from Jo. “It’s a guy, Jo. I’m--- I don’t know--- Bi? I guess?”

“Dean?” Jo waited until he stopped being sheepish and looked at her, even if it was only out of the corner of one eye. “You’ve been head over heels for Cas for years. If you dare tell me this is about him, so help me, I will throw you out right now.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh ruefully at that and toss back what was left of his whiskey. “You saw that, huh?”

She didn’t answer, waiting for him to work through it on his own.

“It’s not Cas.” Dean smacked his lips and held up his glass for a refill. Jo stood and brought the bottle back to the table. Dean poured himself three fingers worth and pondered the sloshing liquid before he continued. “Your mom know?”

Jo licked her lips, cocked her head, and sighed.

Dean closed his eyes and asked, “Bobby? Fuck!--- my mom?!”

“No one has ever said it out loud, Dean. I don’t know who knows, honestly. But we’re family, that doesn’t change.” Jo grasped his wrist firmly, he held her hand to his and then she slapped her other one on top. Time stopped long enough for Dean to accept that his secret was finally out, but also that it was safe.

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you, of all people.” Dean thumbed her knuckles, staring into eyes he knew as well as his own.

“Really? Who else would you be talking to about it? Sam? Ash, maybe?” Jo giggled. “I’m honored, actually. It means you stopped hating me.”

Dean pulled his hands away and took another drink. “I never hated you.”

“Okay, well, maybe it means you stopped hating yourself,” Jo corrected.

Dean’s brows crooked incredulously.

“Too much?” Jo asked apologetically.

Dean shook his head and sighed. “You are your mother’s daughter.”

“Now you’re the one being rude,” Jo muttered before taking a solid drink off the bottle this time.

Dean let himself relax, let the whiskey and conversation work into his muscles and set his worries aside. They talked like the old days and about the old days. Those in between years after high school and before anyone was ready to face responsibility. When half their friends went to college, they had just kept on working. After another hour, Jo leaned back in her chair and started scrutinizing him once again.

“You know how I know you’re happy with what’s his name?” Jo teased.

“Beh--- I didn’t tell you, fuck! Benny, his name is Benny. Goddamnit Joanna Beth,” Dean cursed through a chuckle; more details dragged out of him than he had planned on.

Jo cocked her head and considered the name.“Benny, right. You wanna know how I know?” Jo pushed.

“Fine, how?” Dean held up his hand, beckoning for her to hit him with her response.

“Because this is about the time of night you start giving me the lazy once over. But not tonight,” Jo proclaimed, chin out condescendingly. She had him, every few years they’d find themselves back in each other’s beds, for a night or a weekend and then they’d move on. He always thought of her as his home, his starting point. But maybe they weren’t the same thing at all.

“You still look good, Jo,” Dean replied, trying to save face.

“That’s not what I meant, Dean. Besides, I know!” Jo snarked, straightening her spine and tossing her hair over her shoulder. Dean couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore and it spilled out over a toothy grin, making Jo almost choke on her drink. God, Dean felt like anything was possible. That life was good.

After the hysterics had calmed down, Dean exhaled. “Thanks, Jo. I needed this.”

“You sure did, nobody else was gonna hand you your ass so kindly,” Jo agreed, standing and taking the bottle and Dean’s glass with her to the counter that held the sink. He whined comically, but knew her timing was right. She leaned back and smirked.

Dean grew quiet and Jo waited to see if it was exhaustion, the alcohol or something else. She didn’t have long to prepare.

“How’m I gonna tell my dad?” Dean asked, the pain and panic pulling at his face until she saw the telltale tears well up.

“Fuck ‘im. I mean it, if your dad can’t get his head out of his ass to see how happy you are, he isn’t worth your time,” Jo said adamantly.

Dean let his thoughts roll to the side of his head and licked his lips, biting against the tremor. He quickly wiped away the tears that escaped and inhaled wet and ragged. Jo slipped to his side and ran her hand through his hair, letting his face fall against her chest as he breathed through the onslaught. Dean couldn’t help but think how motherly the affection felt.

She pulled back to look him over at arms’ length.

“So what now? You want the couch? Or should I call you a ride? I’m sure Sam owes you one,” Jo asked, as no nonsense as ever.

“I’ll be fine,” Dean dismissed her concern, rubbing up his face to wipe off his nose.

“Well, you ain't driving.” Jo held up his keys. Dean blanched, feeling his pockets for them, fruitlessly. He stood to snatch them, but she had already skipped across the kitchen, too far to catch. “Nuh-uh, no way I’m letting you risk your baby. Or your thick skull in this weather.”

Dean put his hands on his hips, and blinked through the dizziness. He realized he hadn’t stood in a few hours. “Sam.”

“What’s that?” Jo prodded mischievously, ear leaning in as if she couldn’t hear him.

“Very funny. Call Sam, will ya?” Dean rolled his eyes as she scrolled through her contacts, murmuring the names under her breath. His keys were raised in victory, as if he couldn’t reach them above her head. He could have snagged them in an instant, if he wanted to.

While Jo woke Sam, Dean checked his own phone. Ignoring some texts from his mom and Cas, he selected the conversation with Benny. There were no new messages since that morning. Dean hesitated before relocking his screen.

“Sam’ll be here in twenty. You want something to eat? I’ve got chips.” Jo offered, opening the cupboard.

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hopesangelsprite · 4 years

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Denny’s (2) JJK

Pairing: Waiter/Boxer!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: After a fateul meeting with a hot Denny’s waiter, A young girl goes to a night club to see that very same waiter do what he does best. (LISTEN TO BELIEVER BY IMAGINE DRAFONS DURING FIGHT SCENE FOR EFFECT!)

I stare down from the balcony as the multicolored lights and loud music pulse through the night club. After Jungkook had decided to tag along, Candie chose to postpone our day plans so that we could go see Jungkook fight at his brother’s night club. So, here I was waiting in the VIP section at Club Cobain waiting for Jungkook’s fight to begin.

Suddenly, a hand makes its way around my waist causing me to whip around. Behind me stood a figure shrouded in darkness. I hold up my fist ready to swing on the bitch that decided to fuck with me when a familiar voice speaks, “Easy, princess! It’s just me.”. The fluorescent lights sweep across the VIP section, illuminating it briefly. In front of me stands Taehyung’s older brother Kim Namjoon. I sigh in relief and put my fist down. “Dammit, Joon. I was ready to swing on yo ass!”, I say as I wrap him in a tight hug.

He chuckles and hugs me back. “Tae invited me and Jinnie to see Jungkook fight! He told me you’d be up here, too!”, he informs while bopping to the song playing loudly in the club. “When’s Jinnie coming?”, I ask while bopping along to The Race by Tay K. He shrugs before taking my hand a leading me down to the dance floor. “Come on! This is JK’s entrance song! It’s about to go dooown!!!”, he cheers excitedly as we stop on the outside of the makeshift ring. On the right side of the ring stands a 6’5 guy dressed in a white and silver boxing robe. Then, I watch in awe as Jungkook comes in bopping dressed in red and black from head to toe.

The mediator, a pretty dark-haired girl in a bikini, steps in with a mic. “To the right in white we have Savage San as our newest challenger!!”, the girl announces whilst gesturing to the right side of the ring. At the sound of his title, the tall male removes his hood to reveal a very handsome face. The crowd cheers wildly as he raises his hands to wave. He looks in my direction and sends me a flirty wink before blowing me a kiss.

I freeze and turn to look in Jungkook’s direction to see that his hood is already off and… He. Looks. PISSED! Seeing this, the mediator smirks. “AND IN OUR LEFT CORNER, DRESSED IN RED AND BLACK, WE HAVE OUR GRAND MASTER… PRETTY BOY JK!!!!”, she announces causing the crowd to break into mass hysteria. Jungkook shrugs off his robe to reveal a toned, muscular torso. Both of his arms are covered in sleeves of inky designs. Across his pectorals, two dragons are coiled around each other in what looks like attempted strangulation. His tattoos and furious glare make for a very intimidating image. San, who’s still trying to catch my eye, looks utterly unbothered.

The mediator steps out of the ring to be replaced by the referee. “Okay, gents. I expect a clean fight. No scratching, biting, or foul play of any sort. You got three rounds to show what you’re made of. If one of you is unable to fight after any round, the win goes to the other by forfeit. If you tap out, the other wins by forfeit. Now shake hands.”, the referee says and gestures the two toward each other. Their hands connect and a firm handshake begrudgingly transpires.

They go to their respective corners and wait. Anxiety and excitement fill my chest as I watch the two. This is bound to undoubtedly be epic. A gentle nudge meets my side. “Who do you think will win?”, Namjoon asks. I shrug a mutter a worried “I don’t know…”. A scoff from my other side causes me to turn slightly. Jin, Namjoon’s boyfriend, stands with a hand sassily on his hip. “Wrong answer, love. JK always wins. My guess is, because of the funny business that San guy tried with you, this fight isn’t going to be long at all.”, he says matter-of-factly before lazily draping his arm across my shoulder.

“Round 1 begins in 3… 2… 1!! FIGHT!!!!”, the referee roars while waving a bright green flag. I watch in fascination as San swings at Jungkook’s left cheek only for him to duck and hit him with a powerful uppercut. San stumbles back in shock, but it’s short-lived. He holds up his fists in time to block a heavy blow from Jungkook. The two trade and dodge blows from each other left and right. San is sweating bullets in concentration while Jungkook’s body is only lightly covered in a misty sheen of perspiration.

The round has five minutes remaining and Jungkook looks about fed up with his opponent. As San goes to deliver a strong left hook, Jungkook dodges to the right and behind him before sending a sharp roundhouse kick to San’s lower back. Caught off guard, San stumbles to his knees.

Jungkook seizes this new opportunity and throws his left leg over San’s shoulder. I watch as Jungkook throws himself to the floor while simultaneously wrapping his right leg around San’s neck immobilizing him immediately. Jungkook is choking San with his thighs, and there’s nothing San can do about it. I watch in awe as San tries to break free only for Jungkook’s hold to tighten more. Just when it looks like San’s gone blue in the face, he slams his hand down three times signaling his forfeit. Jungkook holds on for a few seconds more before releasing a very delirious San. I stand in utter disbelief as I watch San crawl back into his corner. Pride swells in my chest and I find myself cheering wildly with the rest of the elated crowd.

The referee kneels to see if San is okay to which he responds by promptly passing out. Shock crosses the referee’s features before he stands and makes his way over to Jungkook. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, OUR WINNER FOR TONIGHT IS PRETTY BOY JK!!!!!”, he announces before lifting Jungkook’s arm in triumph.

Octavian and Skepta’s Papi Chulo begins blasting through the clubs’ speakers. Jungkook’s eyes meet mine and that oh-so-familiar smirk spreads across his features. He lifts his other hand before making a come-hither motion. The two guards on the outside of the ring part the ropes and motion me to walk forward. I sigh shakily before making my way under the ropes and into the elevated ring. Once I’m about two feet away from him, Jungkook catches my waist and jerks me forward so that my slightly chubby body slams against his strong, sturdy one. I find myself trying to look everywhere but those fiery chocolate eyes when his hand catches my chin to redirect my gaze. As our eyes meet, his smirk widens into a mischievous grin.

Before I could even process what was happening, Jungkook’s plush lips are on mine. I gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in. The crowd behind us is going insane. As Jungkook pulls away, he whispers, “Since you’re all mine now… how about those eggs?”. A heavy warmth washes over me and I look away. In the crowd I see Tae, Candie, Jin, and Namjoon cheering and nodding vehemently. I turn back to Jungkook and smile softly. “Sure, Pretty Boy.”, I say with heavy shyness causing him to chuckle darkly.

Without a moment's hesitation or warning, I’m being thrown over Jungkook’s shoulder and being carried out of the club. “Jungkook put me down! My ass is gonna be on show!!”, I hiss and try to wiggle out of his grip. There’s a loud slap and stinging sensation that follows on my left ass cheek. “Quiet, baby. No one’s gonna be seeing this ass but me!”, he announces as we make our way out of the club entrance. Soon, I’m sitting in the front seat of his black Corvette Stingray. The engine roars to life as Jungkook twists the key in the ignition. He leans over and buckles my seat belt before nipping at my ear. “Hang on, kitten! You’re in for a wild, wild ride!!”, he says as we speed out of the parking lot and into the bustling highway. I was in for a wild ride indeed.

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whumphoarder · 4 years

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¿Cómo se dice ‘I’m in Deep Sh*t’?

Summary: Due to unforeseen circumstances (and a bit of procrastination), Peter runs out of time to prepare for his Spanish presentation and ends up faking sick to buy himself some more.

He just wasn’t really counting on Tony being the one to pick him up from school.

Word count: 2,997

Genre: humor, fluff, whump

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A/N: Based on a prompt from @coconutknightshade!

Apparently it takes a village to write a story lol—thanks to @xxx-cat-xxx, @sallyidss, @fandomsficsandfeels, & @seek-rest for beta-reading and ideas, and @lunannex for Spanish help!

“What if I just like… fake my death?” Peter suggests as he hands his mentor a different sized wrench. “They can’t mark me down for not doing it if I’m dead, right?”

Tony, who is currently bent over their latest project (replacing the timing belt in May’s car), snorts. “As someone who’s been officially presumed dead more than once, can’t say I recommend it. Way too much paperwork.”

Peter sighs. “Can we stage a kidnapping then?” he says hopefully. “Or an alien abduction?”

Tony rolls his eyes. “It’s a four-minute speech, not the end of the world—though I have some experience with that too.” He holds out a hand. “Half inch ratchet.”

“A four-minute speech in Spanish,” Peter emphasizes, passing him the requested tool. “Which is a language I don’t speak.”

“Hence why you’re in Spanish class,” Tony counters. “With all the other kids who can’t speak Spanish.”

“But it’s also like ten percent of my grade,” Peter goes on as his mentor loosens the timing belt and removes it from the engine before handing it to Peter to set aside. “And I have to talk about what I do in a typical week, and it’s not like I can say I go patrolling or come over to the compound, so I’m gonna have to make stuff up—”

Tony interrupts, “Yo veo mucha televisión,” he says sagely.

“—and then what if I get up there and forget everything and just sound stupid?” Peter continues his rant. He groans and passes Tony the replacement belt. “Maybe I should just conveniently get the flu on Wednesday.”

Looking up from the engine, Tony raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you really this stressed about it? Because if you need to focus on school, I could just finish this up myself.”

Peter sighs again and runs a hand through his hair—he hadn’t meant to complain this much, he’d just kind of gotten on a roll after Tony asked him how school was going. “No, no… I wanted to come over—really. And I’ve got three more days to work on it, it’s just like… ugh. I should have taken German instead.”

Tony huffs out a short laugh. “Pretty sure they have to speak in German class too.”

“Yeah but MJ’s not in German…” Peter mutters under his breath.

“What was that?” Tony asks, elbow deep in the engine block.

Peter expels a breath. “Nothing, it’s fine,” he says a bit more audibly, trying to convince himself as much as his mentor. So what if the most observant and shrewd person in his year also happens to be in his Spanish class?

(And so what if he might have a bit of a crush on her?)

Tony chuckles. “You’ll do great, kid,” he assures. “Just make sure you practice.”

Peter forces a smile. “Right, yeah, of course.”

Practicing, however, turns out to be easier said than done.

With finals fast approaching, it’s crunch time for all of Peter’s classes. Whatever spare moments he has over the weekend are spent finishing up his Animal Farm essay for the English summative and cramming for his geometry test Monday morning. The upcoming Spanish presentation hangs over his head, but it’s more annoying than anything else. He figures it should be fairly simple to actually bullshit something and translate it if he just sits down and does it (which, ironically, somehow makes it easier to push off).

He’s intending to work on it Monday evening, but a winter storm hits that afternoon, dumping eight inches of snow and ice on the city. Peter spends most of his patrol assisting with minor traffic accidents and helping stranded motorists scrape ice from their vehicles or shovel cars out of parking spaces. By the time he gets home late that night, he’s too exhausted to do much more than sit on the couch with May and drink cocoa while she watches Grey’s Anatomy reruns.

Oh well. He’s still got time.

Peter tries to make good use of his study hall on Tuesday, but the period ends up being kind of a wash. He spends half the time attempting to come up with something to say that is both interesting enough to make him seem not totally lame while still believable enough to fool MJ, and the other half messing around on his phone and trying to recall the name of the annoying song stuck in his head.

(It was ‘Goodbye’ by The Spice Girls.)

He’s intending to finish the presentation Tuesday evening after he gets home, but then Ned throws an unexpected monkey wrench into his plans just before the final bell rings.

“So I gotta be there early for warm ups, but my mom will pick you up around six, okay?” he tells Peter as they pack up their book bags.

Peter frowns, confused. “...Pick me up?”

Ned tilts his head. “Unless May can give you a ride after all? But I thought you said she was working tonight, right?”

All of a sudden it clicks—tonight is Ned’s first band concert. He’d taken up percussion a few months back in an effort to beef up his extracurriculars for his college applications. Peter agreed to go to the performance weeks ago.

“Oh right right right,” Peter quickly covers. “Six is great. I’ll see her then!”

Ned beams. “Awesome! My sister and her boyfriend are coming too, so we might go out to celebrate afterwards!”

“Yeah, awesome!” Peter agrees, forcing a grin. “That should be really fun.”

(Oh yeah, he’s screwed.)

The concert was cool. Ned hit that triangle with all the required enthusiasm whenever his parts came up, and Peter flashed him loads of encouraging thumbs-ups from the audience. When it was over, they all went out to Denny’s for some mediocre late-night pancakes and the usual Leeds family banter. All in all, a pretty fun night.

When Peter gets home a little after ten, he opens his Spanish doc in one tab and promptly falls into a YouTube hole in another while looking for background music. He’s still grinning when he closes out of his fifth vine compilation video in a row until he checks the time a second later and the grin dissolves. It’s 12:03 a.m.

Oops.

Study hall Wednesday morning will be his saving grace, he’s sure.

So, of course, a fight has to break out right outside of the library.

It’s not too bad—the two instigating students are hauled away by security with a couple bloody noses and black eyes, and a few other kids are taken down to the office for questioning. Peter was far enough removed from the action that he doesn’t have to come along, but the whole debacle eats up all but the last ten minutes of the period so when the bell finally rings, he’s got precisely five words written down:

Hola, me llamo Peter Parker.

(Suddenly all those jokes about faking his own death are starting to sound a lot more appealing.)

Or if not my death, he thinks as he trudges down the hall in the direction of his Spanish classroom, cold dread pooling in his gut, then at least…

He stops walking, glancing sideways into the brightly lit office just off the hall. The elderly nurse is sitting at her desk, glasses half-way down her nose as she reads a paperback novel with the picture of a Christmasy log cabin on the cover.

No. He can’t. He doesn’t lie.

...Unless…

No. May’s at work. She’d have to leave early to come and pick him up.

Okay, but it’s not like you do this often, his brain counters. Hell, you came to school with a concussion and two cracked ribs last month and didn’t say a word about it. May can take one for the team just this once.

Peter slips into the bathroom across the hall and waits there until the bell rings to signal the end of passing period, and then an additional five minutes on top of that to add some credibility to his act. He splashes a bit of cold water on his forehead and around his neck, and then works himself up with some heavy breathing before exiting the bathroom.

Folding his arms over his stomach, Peter moves shakily across the hall back toward the nurse’s office, making an effort to look as unwell as possible. A passing student eyes him suspiciously and gives him a wide berth, so he figures he must be doing something right.

Steeling himself with a shuddery breath, he steps into the office.

“Hall pass?” the nurse asks without looking up from her book.

“Um, no, I don’t have one, uh…” Peter’s heart is fluttering in his chest. “I just… I’m not feeling good.”

Eyes still on the page, the nurse silently taps a finger to a sign on the wall just behind her desk which reads: PASSES REQUIRED FOR ALL STUDENTS.

Peter swallows hard. C’mon, Parker—commit. “Right, but, uh, I came from the bathroom.” He hugs himself a little tighter and looks down. “My stomach really hurts. I was throwing up and, uh… stuff,” he concludes, deciding that in this case, less is more.

The nurse’s expression softens. She lowers her novel and gets to her feet with a small sigh. “Well, there is a bug going around,” she concedes, gesturing for him to sit down on the cot in the back of her office.

Peter keeps his responses vague when she requests more specific information on his symptoms, mostly offering shrugs or short, mumbled answers. She checks his temperature and seems slightly suspicious at his lack of fever, but he makes up for it by getting up suddenly and darting into the nurse’s bathroom.

When he emerges—exactly seven minutes and two new levels of Candy Crush later—Peter makes sure to keep his eyes averted from the nurse’s gaze and his movements slow and a little unsteady, one hand hovering over his stomach. She gives him a bottle of Gatorade and a couple of crackers and tells him to lie down until May comes to pick him up.

“I got ahold of her,” the nurse informs, sounding more sympathetic now. She slides a small garbage bin beside the cot. “She says she’s just finishing something up at work and then she’ll be right over.”

“Thank you,” Peter mutters tiredly. He doesn’t even have to act for that part—between the stress of his upcoming finals and his last couple of late nights, he really is exhausted and he has a bit of a headache. It makes him feel just the slightest bit better about pulling May away from her shift that there’s at least something physically wrong with him, even if it isn’t what he’s claiming.

Under the thin fleece blanket the nurse gives him, Peter manages to drift off to sleep.

But it turns out, today is just really not his day.

“No fever yet, but sometimes with these kinds of bugs that doesn’t come until later,” Peter overhears the nurse explaining in a low voice. He’s lying curled up on the cot, face toward the wall. “If that happens, just remember that he needs to be fever-free for 24 hours before returning to school.”

“Oh, I have a feeling that won’t be a problem,” a familiar voice that definitely does not belong to Aunt May replies.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s eyes snap open fully and he sits up in a hurry.

Tony and the nurse are standing together beside her desk, chatting quietly. Tony turns to look at Peter, face straight but eyebrows raised in amusement. “Oh would you look at that—he lives,” he remarks. “Feeling any better, Pete?”

Immediately, Peter wraps an arm around his stomach and does his best to look ill. “Uh, no, not really... but, um wh-what are you doing here?”

“The hospital is a little short-staffed today and your aunt was having trouble finding someone to cover her shift,” Tony explains, keeping his expression perfectly neutral. “She called to ask if I minded picking you up. You know”—his eyes narrow—“since you’re so sick.”

(Peter gulps. He’s starting to wonder if maybe he’ll be sick after all.)

“So of course, I told her I would,” Tony goes on. “I mean, if you’re feeling this bad, we could hardly just leave you here...”

Peter has to force himself to meet Tony’s gaze. “Right. Um, thank you. That’s super nice of you.”

“Well, you know me, Tony Super-Nice Stark,” his mentor says with a small chuckle as he steps closer to the bed.

“Now, with stomach bugs, the biggest concern is going to be dehydration,” the nurse continues. “So you’re going to want to push fluids, especially if he’s having di—”

“Fluids, got it,” Peter cuts her off, feeling his cheeks heat up. He gets to his feet and starts moving toward the door, but Tony halts him by grabbing his arm.

“Hey, hey, slow down, kid,” Tony tuts at him. “You were just looking like you might pass out a minute ago.” He presses his palm to Peter’s forehead and glances over to the nurse, eyebrows pinched together in the semblance of concern. “He’s kinda flushed, right? Maybe we should check his temperature again.”

“It’s fine,” Peter mutters, barely managing to suppress an eye-roll. “I think I just need to go home and sleep.”

“Sleep is probably the best thing for him,” the nurse agrees, nodding. “But going back to dehydration, if at any point it’s been more than five hours since he’s last urinated—”

“Mr. Stark, c’mon…” Peter whines quietly, nudging the man toward the door.

Tony holds up a finger to shush him—there’s a twinkle in his eyes that’s honestly driving Peter mad. “Hang on, kiddo. This is all very important information. In fact”—he pulls out his phone and opens the notes app—“let me just write this down. So you said if he hasn’t peed in five hours…?”

The nurse goes on to happily share her wealth of knowledge regarding stomach viruses with his mentor. Tony nods along to her advice, looking genuinely interested the entire time, occasionally interrupting to ask pertinent questions. Meanwhile, Peter just stands there, quietly dying a little inside.

Finally, she concludes her little spiel and Tony thanks her politely, then asks, “You wouldn’t happen to have a bin or bag or something we could take with us, would you? I just got the car detailed recently—hate for that to go to waste.”

Peter lets out another low groan. “Mr. Stark…”

“Ah, I have just the thing!” the nurse says. She bustles over behind her desk and produces a plastic sand pail with assorted Paw Patrol characters on it. “I get these from the dollar store,” she informs. “They don’t look like they hold too much but you’d be surprised!”

Tony grins. “That’s perfect. Thank you so much, Alice.” Looking to Peter, he asks, “Need the bathroom before we leave?”

Rolling his eyes at his mentor, Peter takes the bucket from the nurse with a muttered “thanks” and strides directly out the door.

Tony doesn’t say anything for the entire walk to the car, but Peter’s mind is happy to fill the silence with dread and anxious thoughts as he imagines all the various ways his mentor might chew him out about this. Stupid Spanish presentation—he should have just winged it after all.

The moment that both he and Tony are seated in the vehicle and the car doors are shut behind them, Peter sets the bucket down on the floor and covers his face with a groan.

“Alright, let’s get it over with,” he mutters into his hands. “Lay it on me.”

“Just to clarify,” Tony begins, sounding a bit more serious. “You’re not actually sick, right? This was just to get out of your presentation?”

“Yeah, I dunno...” Peter admits, feeling defeated. “I was planning to work on it—I swear. Just, well, there was all this stuff due for my other classes, and then the snowstorm, and all these commitments just kept coming up, and I just kinda... ran out of time. Figured if I got sent home I could buy myself an extra day or two.” He sighs deeply, lowering his hands to look up at his mentor. “Are you gonna tell May?”

Tony huffs out a short laugh. “Honestly? I think you’ve suffered enough.”

Peter blinks at him, surprised. “Wait, seriously?”

“You listened to a school nurse describe the BRAT diet for three whole minutes,” Tony says with a snort. “I don’t think any lecture May or I could give would top that.”

“God,” Peter groans, running a hand over his face. “If I hear the word ‘binding’ used one more time…”

“But,” Tony says, holding up a stern finger as he starts the car. “As soon as we get back to your place, we’re finishing up that presentation in time for your miraculous recovery tomorrow, got it?”

“We?” Peter raises an eyebrow at him. “Do you even speak Spanish?”

Tony waves a hand dismissively. “I know French and Italian—close enough. More importantly, I am fluent in the language of bullshit, kid. I once convinced an entire board of investors that not adding a clock feature to the new Starkphone prototype was a philosophical statement about the ‘futility of time as a construct’ rather than an embarrassing oversight caused by deadline crunches, no sleep, and more caffeine flowing through my veins than red blood cells.”

“And how did that go?” Peter asks.

“Sold twelve thousand shares that day. And I got to meet the Dalai Lama.”

Peter just snorts.

“Oh, and there was this other time,” Tony goes on wryly, “when I helped my intern play hooky to get out of a school presentation by convincing the nurse he had the shits.”

Peter leans back against the seat with a heavy sigh. “I’m never doing this again, Mr. Stark,” he mumbles.

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amalee · 4 years

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// Shoot your shot not hoops //

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff || college au || Basketball player au ||

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: His sole purpose was to win his final game this season, the one he’s been training far too long for. It would be so much more easier if his eyes weren’t searching for her in the crowd every five seconds.

A/N: I know nothing about basketball so please don’t come at me.

Tae: i hope you’re ready

Tae: i’m coming to pick your lazy ass up

Me: what makes you think I’m coming?

Me: i have hw to do

Tae: come on, tomorrow’s my last game and I want to spend it with my best friend

Me: guilt tripping me, nice

Seen at 8:55pm

You starred at your phone for a few seconds clicking the lock button afterward. Of course Taehyung would unexpectedly show up outside my apartment complex at midnight with no reason other then “I’m bored.” Your ringer had gone off startling you, displayed was Taehyung’s name. Picking up, you put him on speaker.

“Hello?”

“We’re here, hurry and come out.” You heard him say. With a sigh you got out of your sofa and deciding that sweatpants and a hoodie were good enough to present outside.

“Yeah, okay I’ll-“

“I know you’re probably still on your bed or sofa so hurry your slow ass up.”

“Jesus Taehyung quit rushing me or I’ll really stay in tonight.” You said locking your door heading towards the elevator coming to an abrupt stop hearing another person laugh through the other side of the phone.

“God Taehyung, is Kevin Copeland in your car or something?”

“Uh, no. But Jungkook’s with me if you were wondering. Also who’s Kevin Copeland?” He asked confused.

“It’s a White Chicks reference.” You trailed. After not hearing a response from him you continued. “You know what, never mind. I’ll be there in a bit.” You said hanging up before he could reply.

Standing near the parking lot waiting for Taehyung and Jungkook to show up you noticed Jungkook’s fancy car roll up as Taehyung rolled down the window, being met face to face the first time this whole day.

"Took you long enough.” He grumbled a bit annoyed, he sat in the passenger seat while Jungkook was the one the driving. Rolling your eyes at him you got in the car.

“I had to do homework to do Tae-“

“You know you really sound like a nerd right now.” Jungkook interrupted chuckling. He probably heard what I said over the phone about his laugh.

“At least I have the decency to finish someone else’s homework.” Glancing up at Taehyung you continued, “You need to quit sending me your homework tae unless you wanna fish it out from my trash later.” You replied hearing a quiet chuckle from Jungkook.

“Tell me Jungkook, are you...perhaps still afraid of girls?” Taehyung silently laughed, cupping his mouth with his hand avoiding Jungkook’s hard stare at him.

“What are you talking about nerd?” His thumb tapping on the steering wheel had stopped noticing how your eyes were starring at his hands.

“Anyways where you guys taking me?” You asked suddenly interested noticing it wasn’t the usual path to Denny’s or iHop but than again it was Jungkook driving not Taehyung.

“Denny’s.” Taehyung replied cooling down from his laughing fit he had a few minuets ago.

“Then why the hell are we going this way? There’s a Denny’s right there.” You pointed at the window but no one was looking that direction.

“Calm down nerd, there’s one with less people since that Denny's is always packed.” Jungkook replied.

“Quit calling me a nerd, you loser.” You sighed out crossing your arms together.

“Nerd.” Jungkook said looking at the rear view mirror waiting for you to react to his words a smug smile plastered on his face as if he were proud of what he said.

“Loser.” You scowled.

“Ner-“

“Oh my god you two, shut up we’re here.” Taehyung interrupted peeling his eyes off his phone the familiar bright yellow sign displayed with the words ‘Denny’s' was seen.

Jungkook was right, this Denny’s was empty. There’s was only a couple customers and a few staff members seen.

“Order whatever you want, its not like any of you were willing to pay anyways.” Taehyung said eyes glued to the menu.

Your face beamed with excitement, “really?”

Taehyung slowly looked up at you with disgust as Jungkook smiled softly his eyes also glued to the menu as well.

“What are you smiling about loser?” It didn’t take Jungkook a while to reply back.

“I’m getting a free meal for Taehyung. Who wouldn’t be smiling at this?”

“Yeah, okay, whatever just don’t order too much, I’m really going broke guys.” Taehyung replied to Jungkook.

After a couple minutes passed you finally got your food. Jungkook ended up ordering the most as always.

“Are you not full? I’m dying from eating these pancakes.” I said gazing at Jungkook who continued to eat ignoring yours and Taehyung’s stare.

“Stop staring at me, it’s weird.” Jungkook finally spoke after a while, chewing slowly his cheeks puffed out from stuffing his food there. “Anyways I’m done.” He said throwing his head back stretching his arms in the air.

“Alright Taehyung, I know you want something from me, what is it?” You asked. This free meal means he defiantly wants something from you.

“What? I don’t want anything from you.” He lied, it was clear he was lying.

“Alright then, take me home loser.” standing up you waited for Jungkook and Taehyung to follow.

“Okay, okay, wait.” Taehyung panicked taking a hold of your arm preventing you from leaving.

“Can you wear my jersey?” He asked glancing up at me lips pursed together, he looks like he’s debating to continue talking.

“Is that all you wanted?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“And sit...with the cheerleaders?” He added.

“With the cheerleaders? I think not.”

“Please, you’re my best friend and I need the support,” his lips were out pouting, with a face of disgust you pat his shoulder lightly.

“You’ll always have my support Taehyung, just not from the cheerleaders seats.”

“Please, it’s my last game and I’ve never seen you sit in front at any of my games,” he frowned.

“Fine. But I’m sitting nowhere near those cheerleaders.” Crossing your arms together heading out the doors towards Jungkook’s car. Ignoring how his face beamed with happiness and Jungkook who stood there awkwardly waiting to leave.

“Send me home Jeon.” You said with a yawn deciding to sit in front this time having Taehyung sit back, “wait, where you taking us?” My face furrowed with confusion waiting for Jungkook to reply.

“Taehyung’s house is closer in this neighborhood.”

“Ah, you’re such a confusing dude.”

“What do you mean? I’m the least complicated person in the world.”

“Just hearing you say that, assures me that you’re a complicated person.” You snickered.

“Hey, you asked me to take you home and I am, I’m just taking Taehyung home first.” He mumbled chuckling noticing how Taehyung put on his headphones to block out our bickering.

“Okay, but my place was closer to that Denny’s than Taehyung’s.”

“Don’t throw me off Nerd, I know what I’m doing and where I’m going.”

“Whatever you say loser, just don’t get lost.”

After what felt like years passed by Jungkook stopped in front of Taehyung’s apartment complex.

“See, we made it perfectly fine at Taehyung’s place.”

“Yeah, but it took you an hour when it really should’ve taken half an hour, look,” You pointed at Taehyung who was sleeping peacefully in the back, “he’s already sleeping.”

“Okay fine you win, I was lost halfway there.” He admitted.

“I told you it was the wrong way,” You ushered him out of the car, “just hurry and wake Taehyung up.”

After a couple minutes have passed Jungkook finally managed to get Taehyung to safely head in his apartment complex. He came back in the car putting his seat belt on before driving off.

“So, I heard your ex girlfriend broke up with you?”

“Yeah, like five months ago.”

“Hey that’s when we became friends, oh wow, I feel like your rebound but as a friend.”

“You are my rebound.” He stated, voice laced with flirtation.

“Shut it Jeon.” You scoffed.

“How long have you been playing basketball?” I asked another question, this time genuinely curious.

“Since middle school, I met Taehyung during tryouts.”

“Really? I don’t recall you and I going to the same middle school.”

“I moved shortly after, then in high school, I joined again.”

“What inspired you to play basketball? I mean there are so many other sports.”

“Um,” he thought for a moment before continuing to speak, “my senior, Min Yoongi really inspired me at first, I looked up to him. He was always so cool playing basketball,” he explained, “what about you? No sports?”

“Nah, never really the type to play sports. I liked volleyball and I used to play, when I was younger I’d play with Taehyung but he took interest in basketball more,” You answered. “Hmm, what about relationships? Is there someone you’re interested in?”

“Well, I have someone in mind but I don’t know if she likes me back.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be stupid if she didn’t like you back.” You assured.

“Yeah, I guess, she doesn’t seem interested though,” he glanced at me before turning his gaze back on the road.

“So...what’s special about this girl?” You uttered out.

“She’s really cute and comfortable around me, she’s pretty open and very blunt, she’s also quite cruel towards me but that’s part of her charm,” he said with a shy smile.

“Seems like you pretty whipped for her,” You noted the way his eyes crinkled into crescent moons his dimples on display.

“I’m absolutely whipped for her,” he grinned with a soft voice, “what about you? Interested in someone?”

I pondered for a moment looking anywhere but him, “I, uh, I mean I have someone in mind, but I think he likes someone else,” I shrugged brushing it off. “Anyway. How long have you known this girl for?”

“Just a couple months,” he answered, “what about this boy? How special must this he be that you like him?”

“Quit overreacting Jeon,” You glanced over him making eye contact with each other for a split second before you turned your head away. “Keep your eyes on the road loser, you don’t wanna die before your game tomorrow.” He turned his head back with a sly smile.

“Come on, I’m waiting for you to tell me about this boy.”

Pretending to think for a moment you finally spoke, “he’s a pretty playful person and just someone fun to be around,” I snickered, “his humor isn’t dry either, I always get a good laugh from him.”

“Oh yeah? Who is it? I bet it’s Taehyung, you’re always laughing when he tells jokes.”

“What? No,” You denied, “but he’s a friend of Taehyung though, he also plays on your team.” Jungkook stayed quite nipping his lower lip.

“I think you should shoot you shot,” He replied after awhile.

“Shoot my what?”

“Your shot, you know, like confess your feelings for him.”

You laughed looking out the window, “that’s a stupid phrase.”

“But not a stupid idea,” Jungkook clicked his tongue, “I think I’ll shot my shot after the game tomorrow, it’ll be a good way to end my day.”

“Yeah? What if she rejects you? Ever thought about that loser?”

“If she does I’ll still be okay because at least I won the game,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“What if you don’t win? Will you still do it?” You asked.

“Hmm, I doubt we’ll lose tomorrow, I’m pretty confident we’ll win.” You looked over his way with a small smile.

“You better kick their asses Jeon.”

“I didn’t realize there would be this much people.” You whispered setting myself in the front section sitting closer to the opposing teams side so you could get a better view of Taehyung and Jungkook playing.

Tae: Y/n where are you?

Tae: you forgot my jersey :(

Me: no I’m wearing it right now

Tae: we got new jerseys

Me: ugh tae, i’ll come right now

Tae: hurry game starts soon

Me: how come I wasn’t aware of this earlier?

Seen at 7:37pm

Confused you looked at his jersey you were wearing hurrying your steps towards the locker room.

“Goddammit Tae, you’re making me look like such a fool running on the court just to wear your jersey.” You mumbled under your breath.

He stood outside the room waving his hands at me like a happy child waving at a puppy on the sidewalk, he motioned me to walk his way as if you weren’t walking his direction in the first place.

“Here.” He said as he threw the jersey you way, landing on your face, grabbing the material.

“Wha- Taehyung it’s the same jersey I’m wearing, you really made me run across the court to wear your jersey that I’m already wearing?” You asked baffled.

“Just look at the backside. Also give your friend the one you’re wearing right now.” He whispered in my ear nudging my shoulder, signaling me to go back to my seat. The referee blew the whistle before you could say anything back.

Walking back to your seat taking Taehyung’s jersey you handed it to your friend who sat next to you.

“Taehyung wanted you to wear it.” You shrugged putting the other jersey on. It was slightly bigger than the other one otherwise wasn’t any different.

“That’s nice and all but why are you wearing Jungkook’s jersey? I thought Taehyung wanted you to wear his?” She replied slipping on the fabric over her head.

“What,” you croaked, “Jungkook’s? As in Jeon Jungkook?”

“Yeah, Jeon Jungkook, the jersey says Jeon, number 01.”

“Are you sure it says Jeon? Not Kim?”

“I think I can read four letters Y/n.” She replied taking her phone out snapping a photo, “look.”

Looking down at the phone you saw the number 01 instead of 31. “See, Y/n, it says Jeon, J E O N,” she spelt out, “you can see on the front of the jersey, the number is 01, that’s Jungkook’s number.”

You took out your phone texting Taehyung even though you knew he wasn’t going to see until it after the game.

Me: i hate you

Me: fucker

Delivered

The bell rang indicating that the game was finally starting. It started off smoothly Jungkook and Taehyung passing the ball to each other and throwing the in to hoop. The opposing team was good, they’re good at blocking, good at shooting hoops, good at defending but weren’t good working together, surly that’s an advantage to us right?

The game went on. The score was 46:48 and we were currently winning by two points.

Taehyung passed the ball to Jungkook who caught it with ease looking at my direction for a split second before the ball was stolen away from him.

“Come on Jeon. Stop getting so distracted.” You were starting to worry, they’re amazing players but so were the Tigers.

The Tigers currently had the ball, the player, same guy who took the ball away from Jungkook shot the ball and it went in. The score tying.

“Are you kidding me? He was traveling, he clearly took way more than three steps without dribbling!” You yelled ignoring the amount of people from the crowd who disagreed with me. The game went on as your heart continued to beat with every step Jungkook took. He was blocking the player who held the ball and right as he was about to shoot he’d pushed Jungkook down.

“What was that? That’s a foul! Referee you better blow your whistle right now or I’ll do it for you!” You shouted face twisting with anger catching Jungkook’s attention, his eyes met mine for the first time the night as he softly smiled, the exact same smile that night we were at Denny’s. You smiled back screaming his name giving two thumbs up.

“Go Jungkook!”

This was it. The score was tied again and Taehyung was the one who passed the ball to Jungkook. He caught the ball dribbling it in the opposite direction towards the opposing teams side.

With less then ten seconds left on the clock he searched in the crowd again our eyes locked the second time that night. He grinned turning his gaze back to the game with only three seconds on the clock he swiftly threw the ball with so much confidence and so much ease the ball was heading towards the hoop. Everything went in slow motion as he threw the ball.

And just like that, he missed the hoop.

The bell rang and the game was over. Disappointed, people left the building. You stayed back until almost everyone was gone finally deciding to go to the locker room where Jungkook and Taehyung were. You hung outside the locker room waiting for either one of them to come out. Taehyung came out first with a sad smile.

“Good game, you did amazing.” You nudged his shoulder watching as he smiled a bit.

“Thanks Y/n.” He said trying to smile again but failed to do so.

“Come here,” You pulled him into a hug, “don’t sulk too much, player 31’s waiting outside for you,” He pulled away from the hug confused, “but I’m player 31.”

“I know but who’s wearing your jersey right now Tae, go sulk to her instead.” You nudged him away from me his box smile finally returned as he rushed off outside not forgetting to wave bye to me.

You watched as boys slowly walked out of the locker room, Jungkook’s face still wasn’t visible.

“Coach, is Jungkook still in there?” You asked as he exited out the room.

“Poor kid is taking it hard on himself, I told him he can play next season but he refused to.” He answered shaking his head.

“Well, I’ll see you later then.” You said to him as he walked off. Opening the doors to the locker room you walking slowly towards Jungkook who sat on the bench playing with his fingers.

“Jungkook?” His eyes shot up at me as you walked closer towards him. He was changed into a dark gray hoodie with his hair parted in the middle. You sat next to him patting his back softly.

“I messed up, I ruined the whole game.” He whispered his head was hanging low, looking straight at the floor.

“Hey, come on, you and Taehyung basically carried your team the whole game, don’t be so hard on yourself because you missed one shot.” You comforted rubbing his back.

“Yeah, but this shot counted, and I missed.” He sighed throwing his head back groaning, “I messed everything up, I practiced so long and hard for this.”

“Come here you big baby.” You pulled him into a hug to which he gladly accepted placing his head on your shoulder.

“You all worked hard for this, I know you had a lot of pressure being the last person to shoot the ball but nobody’s dead right? You didn’t kill anyone for missing the hoop,” You reassured. He didn’t say anything for a short while before you decided to speak again.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” You asked, as he pulled away from the hug, looking at me with a blank stare.

“Of course,” he said with a toothy grin.

“Denny’s?” Jungkook snickered from the passengers seat.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” You suggested looking his way.

“No, Denny’s is great.” He looked back at me with a smile.

“Quit starting at me, it’s weird.”

“I love looking into your eyes, they give me a sense of comfort.” Jungkook informed with a soft gaze a smile spreading on your lips.

You parked the car near the entrance as Jungkook held open the door for you.

“Why thank you, I feel like a princess now,” You joked watching as Jungkook’s face beamed. “Should I call you princess now? Does that better sound than nerd?”

“I like both nicknames,” You teased with shrugged.

“A girl with taste, I love it.”

We sat down across each other not bothering to look at the menu already knowing what to order. Jungkook pat his pockets frantically, “I forgot my phone and wallet in the car can you give me your keys so I can get them?” He said voice laced with panic.

“I’ll pay.” You offered as his attention went back on me, “but I’m supposed to pay for the first date,” he pouted scrunching his nose.

“Fine, go get your phone and wallet.” You let in throwing him your keys from your pocket.

“Thanks,” he caught the keys with no effort, “oh, can you order for me too, you already know my usual.” You nodded and ushered him to go. As soon as he was out of your sight you waved for a waiter.

“Hey, I found my phone but some reason couldn’t find my wall- what is this?” He pointed at the table that had things off from the kids menu.

“Just sit down, I think the waiter mixed up our order.” He followed what you said raising his hand up as the same waiter from before came over.

“Um, excuse me, I think you might’ve mixed up our orders with someone else’s.”

“No? This kind lady ordered off from the kids menu.” She replied as Jungkook cocked his head to the side looking back at me. “Did she now?” He said trying to refrain himself from grinning. The waitress left with an awkward smile as you covered your mouth with your hand trying to hide your laugh.

“You took my wallet didn’t you?” He poked his inner cheek with his tongue glancing down at the table before fixing his eye back up at me, as you slipped his wallet out from your pocket and onto the table sliding it his way.

“Don’t worry, I already payed.”

“When I told you to order for me I didn’t expect to get this,” he laughed, “Mini corn dogs with three chicken tenders? That’s all?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tsked, “don’t forget your Jr. Milkshake, oh,” You gasped, “Is that your Jr. Ice cream I see.” You pointed as the waitress set it down on the table. “Thank you ma’am.” You smiled at her turning your attention back to Jungkook who had a big grin on his face. He stretched his arms over the table fingers landing on both side of my cheeks pinching them softly. “Thank you,” he said as the grin on his face made you smile.

“Ouch Jungkook, you’re pinching too hard,” You said slapping his hands away, feeling a blush form on your cheeks.

“You’re just too cute,” he replied reaching to touch them again but you slapped his hand away. “Stop it.” This time you was the one frowning.

“Okay, okay, i’m sorry, let’s eat yeah?” He said picking up his mini corn dog and popping it in his mouth. He slowed his chewing, blinking his wide doe eyes at me.

“Do you...know anything about basketball? I heard you yelling in the crowd.” Jungkook snickered recalling the memory from earlier.

“Of course I do, who do you think taught Taehyung how to play.” You defended myself.

“Oh really?” Jungkook murmured amused.

“Yeah, of course.”

“How many players in a team?” He questioned.

“What is this? A speed quiz?”

“Just answer the question princess.” Your cheeks felt hot at the pet name he called you along with the emmbarasent from not knowing anything about basketball.

You covered my face with your hand, blocking his view of me, ignoring how wide he grinned, “nine?”

“Fifteen.” He replied smirking.

“Alright, alright, I’m uncultured, I’m sorry.” I held up my hands defensively. He replied back with a smile, dimples and all.

“Fine, what about volleyball? How many players in a team?”

“What? Now you’re quizzing me?” I nodded waiting for a response. ”9.” He replied with full confidence.

“12. If you’re including substitutes.”

“This is why I play basketball, and you play volleyball.” He chuckled.

“Hey, do you wanna trade my ice cream for your milkshake?” He asked his doe eyes staring deep into mine.

“Nah, your ice cream is melting, also it’s called a Jr. Milkshake and Jr. Ice cream, sir, please correct yourself.” I teased grinning.

He pouted crossing his arms together, “and to think I was gonna share my melted Jr. Ice cream with you.” He corrected himself crossing his arms together feeling betrayed.

“Aren’t you such a cutie, yeah you are.” I said in a baby voice squishing his cheeks together as he scrunched his nose smiling. I let go staying silent for a while admiring him.

“Let me take you to one more place.”

“I love this court. I didn’t know you knew about this place.” Jungkook’s face was plastered with happiness.

“I didn’t, I just noticed it when you took me back home from Denny’s that one night.” I replied opening my back trunk which was filled with unnecessary stuff. After searching for a bit I finally found my old basketball.

“Oh cool, I didn’t know you used to play.” Jungkook nodded impressed.

“I used to play a little with Taehyung and my dad. Obviously Taehyung followed the basketball route and I didn’t.”

“That explains who Taehyung learned basketball from.” He chuckled, I sheepishly nodded passing him the ball. He examined it briefly before walking to the court. He dribbled the ball a few times before shooting it in the hoop the ball falling in smoothly.

“I wish I shot it like that at the game,” he huffed running to pick up the ball from the floor. He kept shooting hoops as I watched from afar clapping every once in a while when he made it in. He turned his head my way with a smirk and a wink before shooting again and once more made it in.

“Come play with me, I’ll be much more fun than just standing there.” Jungkook was sweating and panting hard motioning me to come to him. I walked over to where he was standing which was in the middle of the court, he threw me the basketball.

“I’m a little rusty but I’ll give it a go,” I cocked my head to the side dribbling the ball a few times before aiming the ball to where the hoop was finally throwing it. A laugh left Jungkook’s lips as the ball went over the hoop. It was nice to hear him laugh but also embarrassing.

“You know what, let me try that again.” Jungkook ran for the ball and passed it my way. Once again I swiftly threw the basketball toward the hoop, and failing to make it in as it bounced on the rim. Jungkook laughed again running for the ball throwing it to me. Try after try I continued to miss each and every time I shot at the hoop.

“Hey don’t laugh, it’s not funny.” I pouted frowning with a sigh, "I give up."

“You said you were rusty at basketball not bad at it.” Jungkook joked. I scoffed throwing him my middle finger.

“Ha, ha very funny, now come teach me how to shoot hoops or you’ll be the new target.”

His laugh turned into a small smile as he walked over to me standing behind my figure, I realized how significantly taller he was compared to me.

“When you hold the ball to shoot make sure your dominant hand is behind the ball and your non dominant hand on the side of it.” He placed my right hand behind the ball and my left hand on the left side of the ball, “when you shoot the ball make sure you arms are bent as well as your knees, and when you’re ready to shoot straightened them both,” I nodded slowly mentally taking notes in my head as he guided me through the steps of throwing the basketball. I followed all the advice Jungkook gave and threw the ball.

“And you missed,” he chuckled softly, “I think you’ll have a better chance shooting your shot than hoops,” Jungkook grinned passing me the ball once again.

I threw the ball straight at him the ball bounced off his arm as he groaned in pain rubbing the sore spot.

“There, I shoot my shot.” I yelled at him smiling widely. He smirked before throwing the ball back at me with a soft grunt but instead of letting it hit me I caught it.

“I shoot my shot too, I think she like me but I don’t know.” Jungkook shouted with a shrug cheekily smiling.

"Don’t worry, she does likes you back." I shouted back using the things Jungkook taught me and ignoring it all shooting at the hoop, and sure enough I made it in. Jungkook stood there with a proud smile as a loud gasp left my mouth. “Did you see that? It was amazing!”

“You’re just full of surprises today.” Jungkook said with a proud smile walking over towards me clapping his hands together.

“Shut up Jeon.” I pulled him into a tight hug looking up at him, he hugged back kissing my forehead.

“I’m absolutely whipped for you,” he whispered. I cupped his face pressing my lips onto his, with zero hesitation he kissed back deepening the kiss, his lips were so soft, and tasted like the milkshake I shared with him earlier. We pulled away panting heavily placing our foreheads together not saying anything, just enjoying each others company.

Jungkook snaked his arms around my figure, bending down nuzzling his head on the crook of my neck placing small kisses all over as my arms wrapped around his nape playing with the back of his hair.

“Did know Taehyung was in on all of this?” Jungkook chuckled, “actually he’s the one who planned all of this. “I never realized you were wearing my jersey until now. He told me he was gonna switch it out with his but you were already wearing his." He sheepishly laughed.

“That little fucker, I love him.” I smiled content.

“You’re such a loser Jeon,” I chuckled softly, “and i’m definitely whipped for you.”

“Even though I lost today doesn’t mean you get to call me a loser, my pride is hurting.” He continued sprinkling pepper kisses on my neck with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

“At least tonight, instead of the game you won me right?”

“Hmm..” he mumbled agreeing, “I won you.” Jungkook repeated locking eyes with me one last time that night connecting his soft lips back on mine.

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Snakes & Butterflies | Part IX

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au!, Fluff, Angst, Smut (in the future)

Words: 3.3k

Warning: minor swearing,drug abuse, and angst

Note: I struggled a lot with this part, mostly because I lost inspiration and motivation with what direction I wanted to go with this. I want this story to be sort of long and I really want to go into depth with each character’s role and want to explore the universe that I am trying to create but I’m really scared of ya’ll losing interest. So I made a promise to myself that regardless of the feedback I get back, I will write the story that I want in my own time and to accept how long it will take. Once again thank you! and stay inside if you can! and stay safe. Wash your hands!!

Reminder: * conversations in Korean *

Seokjin

I really don’t want to be here, I must be getting too old for this

“Is it safe to say that this feels weird?” Namjoon says as he walks next to me. I nod in agreement. Jimin and the girl from the museum were ahead in line before us. She had brought a couple of friends with her that were trying to get acquainted with Taehyung and Jungkook. They were all really pretty but rave girls weren’t my thing, and I think Jungkook agreed with me there, from the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Hyung,” Hoseok says from behind us. “You mentioned that the professor is studying the origin of Neathandals?”

“Yea,” I said, already flinching from the sound of the bass of the techno music. I was gonna be deaf at the end of this. “That’s what Namjoon said.”

“It should be okay right?” Yoongi asked, his foot ticking nervously. “She knows him from school right?”

“She can take care of herself,” I sighed but I wasn’t really convinced myself. None of us were okay with it, especially Jimin, as much as he tried ignoring it. Before we left, Jimin was the last in the car, seemingly waiting for her to come out of her room.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined as we finally made it past security. “Can we go?”

“We just got here Kookie,” Namjoon said. “What’s the matter?”

“Noona,” Jungkook sighed. “Jimin...something happened right?”

We all stood contemplating, it was obvious Jimin was pushing Y/N away, but it was in a cruel way. He was using this girl, whom he never even bothered to introduce to us. Jimin had always messed around, that wasn’t anything new, but this time was different.

“Maybe,” I said rubbing Jungkook’s head. “We shouldn’t force it, we should let them decide for themselves.”

“But,” Jungkook sighs dejectedly. “Noona has been alone this whole time…”

“Hyung’s right Kookie,” Namjoon interjects and there’s the tone of finality. Jungkook drops the subject for now. “Now can one of you tell me what a ABG is?”

And he’s supposed to be the smartest one? Lord help me.

“Hey, Boss” I said into my cellphone as I was struggling to lace my boots. “There should be a guest staying there under the name Minho Lee, do you mind transferring me to his room?”

“Y/N,” Patricia said, her tone sounding a bit too fake, even for her customer service voice. “He’s actually waiting here in the lobby, do you want to talk to him?”

“Are you okay?” I said, already locking the front door, and heading out to my car. “Just tell him, I’m on my way.”

“OK,” Patricia said, her tone wavering. “I’ll let him know.”

She hung up, leaving me in confusion. Dread filled me though when I saw all her text messages.

Patricia[7:50pm]: YOUNG LADY WHY IS THERE A MAN ASKING FOR YOU HERE? OMG HE’S HANDSOME AF!! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE INTO ASIANS! YOU BETTER CALL ME!!

“I should have told him to meet me at Denny’s or something.” I sighed and I hopped into my jeep. I start to head to the hotel, once I’m stopped at a red light, I check to see how swollen my eyes were, hoping it wasn’t too bad as it was twenty minutes ago. “That make up trick really helped, thanks Jennie.”

Once I parked on my usual spot, I honked once and from the bay windows, I see Minho, look up from his phone, and he grabs his satchel that looks similar to mine. My phone chimes and there’s another text message from Patricia, saying to have fun with a winky face. I cringe and roll my eyes, as Minho approaches the driver’s side of my car.

“Hey, you’re a bit late,” He says with a laugh, I smile sheepishly and gesture for him to get in. “Are we still having barbeque with your guests?”

“Oh,” I said feeling a bit awkward. “Actually we can if you still want to? They actually went out for tonight, they probably won’t be home for awhile..”

“I was thinking of actually going to this restaurant, I frequent there a lot.”

“Oh okay, that’s fine.” I said, reversing out. “Tell me where to go, Prof.”

Hoseok

“What are all these white people doing?” Yoongi asked loudly. He clutched my hand tightly, afraid to lose me in the crowd. I felt a familiar chill run up my arm, and my mark felt hot, which any other time, I would be okay with it, but it was quite hot in here, but I get it these people are weird.

“They are ‘head-banging’” Namjoon answered reading something on his phone. “Humans are so weird.”

“They called us savages..” Yoongi muttered. “On second thought, look at this asshole.”

We both look at Jimin, whispering into the girls ear. She nods in agreement and they walk away hand in hand, towards a more secluded place.

“I’m actually glad Y/N went on a date,” Taehyung says sipping on a beer.

“It’s not a date,” Jungkook says. “He’s a professor from her department. They’ll probably discussing her experience, she was suppose to go to Mexico to study the Mayan pyramids.”

“That’s besides the point though,” He continues in frustration. “I thought the whole point of this vacation was so that we can hang out, not help Jimin get his d-”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung growls in warning. “Watch your mouth that’s our hyung.”

Jungkook glares at Taehyung, who glares right back.

“Enough,” I say and they both looked at me with wide eyes. I was a bit surprised myself, but this whole ordeal was getting annoying. There was no room to dance, these weird ‘ABG’s kept flirting with me and Yoongi, in spite of the fact that we are holding hands. Jimin is disregarding how we feel about being here. “Listen you two, I don’t condone Jungkook’s attitude but I understand where he is coming from. Jimin is being inconsiderate of us, hyung can you-”

“Already on it,” Jin-hyung says heading towards the exit.

“And Namjoonie,” I say looking up at him. His eyes were wide and he stood up more straight. “Text Jimin that we’re leaving.”

“But-” Taehyung protests.

“You are welcome to stay if you want,” Yoongi says, already pulling me towards the exit.

Taehyung doesn’t say another word and follows us, and Jungkook stays behind with Namjoon who is on his phone once more.

Jimin

You don’t even know her name, what are you doing?

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?” I whisper into her ear. She nods and her eyes are unfocused, hazy. When did she get so intoxicated? Before I could protest, she was pulling me somewhere more private. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me in. “Wait..”

“What’s the matter?” She slurs as she places my hand on her exposed hip. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

What did I want again?

“Or do you need some encouragement?” She asks as she bends down and I flinch away from her. “Relax, babe.” She commences to pull out a packet from her shoe, a packet of pills. Ecstasy.

Jungkookie make sure you don’t take any pills from anyone okay?

Her voice resonates in my mind and I gulp. I mentally shake her voice out of my head. I’m with a different girl, I shouldn’t be thinking about her. But no wonder this girl was barely able to talk, she had pills and alcohol.

“I mean I can do that too if you want,” she continues and she loops her fingers in my belt loops and pulls me closer. I look down at her, and I can’t help but compare her to Y/N. She had short black hair, compared to Y/N’s long dark hair. She had small lips compared to Y/N’s plump lips. I gulp and sigh in frustration. Not sensing my mood, the girl commences to undo my belt.

“How about you f-”

My phone rings causing me to push her away. She falls back on the dirt and she gives me an incredulous look. My phone continues to ring and I stumble to redo my belt and answer the phone.

“Hello?” I answer without checking the caller id.

“Let’s go,” Namjoon said sternly. “Hoseok hyung wants to go home.”

And he hangs up. I look at the girl and she is now standing with her arms crossed. Shit.

“Was it that girl?” She sneers. Her tone disgusted. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I cock my head in confusion. “That girl from the museum. The one you were talking to before you started talking to me!”

“Y/N?” I say in confusion. “How do you-”

“That’s her name,” She interrupts me and she rolls her eyes. “I forgot what that freak’s name was. I haven’t seen her since graduation.”

Freak?

“What do you only mess with girls that don’t have Soulmates?” She continues and I feel my face pale. “What you didn’t know? That she doesn’t have a Mark?”

Doesn’t have a Mark?

I felt my mind go blank and then all of sudden I felt my heart ache and tears sting my eyes.

In my dreams, for some reason I have a Mar- a different Mark

“Just because she doesn’t have a Mark, she thinks she can mess around with other people’s Soul-”

“SHUT UP!” A voice booms, causing her to flinch, I whip around and Jungkook was standing around the corner, with Namjoon behind him. He had his fists clenched and I never seen so much anger and hatred in his eyes. “‘Mess with other people’s Soulmates?’”

“Says the one who was on her knees?” Jungkook continues in a calm demeanor. “Do you think he even remembers your name?”

She whips to look at me and I can’t even make eye contact. My mind is swirling around like crazy. She scoffs and walks away, bumping into my shoulder as she does. Once she is gone, I catch Jungkook’s hand and he tears his hand away from me.

“Jungkook,” I gasp and he regards me with disgust that it makes me flinch. “Is it true? About Y/N’s Mark?”

“You sure know how to pick them Hyung,” Jungkook says rolling his eyes and starting to walk away towards the side exit. Namjoon stayed standing, seemingly in shock himself. I run after him, catching him on the street.

“Jungkook,” I plead. “Plea-”

“Do you really think it’s my story to tell?” Jungkook says with frustration.

“But you obviously know more,” I say frustrated as well. I feel the tears spill over and Jungkook stares in shock, but soon his expression hardens.

“I promised Noona,” He says. “I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“But she told you!” I roar, making him flinch. “Why does she always tell you everything? Why is it only you she remembers!”

“Ask your precious grandfather!” Jungkook yells back. I stare at him in shock. Namjoon goes ahead and waves his hand. Jin pulls up along the curve. “I only found out because I caught her off guard. That’s how she’s been living her life: on guard. Thanks to people like your side piece.”

I felt a sense of shame and wave a fresh tears sting my eyes. Without another word, Jungkook hops into the car and leaves me standing on the sidewalk.

“Jimin,” Namjoon says cautiously. “I know-I mean I can’t imagine what’s going through your mind right now...but this isn’t the place or the time, there’s too many eyes and ears. Too many humans.”

I look up at him and his eyes were shining and he rubs my shoulder to comfort me. I hop into the back and he follows after me. Jin, although confused, drives toward the entrance where the others are waiting. Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung also hop on and Taehyung turns around. I crouch with my face in my hands as Namjoon rubs my back. He looks at Namjoon with confusion and eyes also glossy. Namjoon just shakes his head and gestures for him to turn around. We head back home in another quiet drive.

“Have you been here before?” Minho asks as we hop out of my Jeep. I look up at the fancy building and shake my head. “Good! My friend says we have the place to ourselves, so we should have some privacy.”

I felt my face turn red in spite of me knowing that this isn’t a date. He leads me into the restaurant and he wasn’t lying, it was empty and the server was a handsome man that led us to a table in the center. This place seems a little to fancy for just a discussion.

Once we were situated, he placed menus in front of us and I realized that the prices were not displayed and I felt my face go pale. How much do I have in my savings?

“Don’t worry about prices,” Minho laughed at my expression. “My friend is doing me a favor.”

“It must be really expensive though,” I sheepishly said.

“It is,” the server said. “But I’m willing to make an exception for a beautiful woman such as yourself.”

“Don’t flirt with her Ben,” Minho said rolling his eyes.

“I’m the owner,” Ben replied once he saw the confusion in my eyes. “This is a first time, Minho has brought a date here.”

“It’s not a date.” Both me and Minho said at the same time. Then we both looked away blushing while Ben laughed at us.

“I’m just here to read some of his research,” I said fiddling with the cutlery. “Right, Professor Lee?”

“Of course, Miss L/N” Minho replied. “What do you want to drink?”

“Long Island Tea,” I replied reading something off the menu randomly. “I ate already, so I’ll just have the miso soup.”

“Right away, ma’am” Ben replied stifling a laugh. “How about you my good sir.”

“The usual,” Minho said with a slight annoyed face.

“Alright,” Ben cheered. “Coming right up!”

And he leaves us in awkward silence. I resist the urge to pull out my cellphone and scroll through instagram, like I usually do when I want to avoid conversations.

“So you seem sort of sad,” Minho says not meeting my eyes. “Is something the matter?”

“No,” I lied, forcing a smile on my face. “So do you mind starting your.. Lecture?”

“Yea,” He sighs. “I know we didn’t start off good, and you may feel slightly uncomfortable with me, but I do want to be your friend.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say smiling. It would be nice to have another friend. For some reason, the boys faces come into my head. I feel my smile drop and I look back down. “Do you have lots of friends?”

“I have a few,” Minho says. “Like Ben but I have mostly colleagues and coworkers.”

“Was it tough growing up?” I ask quietly, gesturing to his arm, where his Mark should have been.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I say hesitantly. “Did you get bullied a lot for not having a Mark?”

“No, I think we have a misunderstanding here.” Minho says in shock. “I recently lost my mark, like two years ago.”

“What?”

“Yea,” He said regarding me with unreadable eyes. “Forgive me for saying, but your father never mentioned when yours disappeared?”

“It didn’t disappear,” I answered confused. “I was born without one.”

“Strange,” He muttered. “Your father clearly stated that it disappeared…which I assumed you-”

“Had one at one point,” I finished for him. “No, I don’t remember ever having one.”

“Wow,” He says softly. “I’m sorry, growing must have been a bitch.”

“It was,” I said with a bit of bitterness. “I only had one friend, I still have only one friend.”

“Oh,” Minho says. “I thought Jimin mentioned you were childhood friends?”

“We aren’t exactly friends now,” I said feeling my heart ache.

“What about that tall guy?” Minho asked. “You guys seemed friendly?”

“Did we?” I asked cocking my head. “I’m actually thinking of putting some distance between us.”

“Why?” Minho asked incredulous. “I mean they are all adults, I’m sure that-”

“They are just here for the summer,” I say sadly. “I shouldn’t get attached. I have to protect myself.”

“I guess I could understand that much,” Minho sighs.

“Enough about me,” I say clasping my hands. “What type of Mark did you have?”

“I don’t think you want to know,” Minho says with a smile.

“Aww,” I said with a pout. “Please tell me, you’re the only I can ask without you asking me back.”

“Fine,” he mutters but still smiles. “It was a spider, a huntsman spider.”

I felt my spine stiffen. Another insect Mark? But how-

“I know,” Minho said sighing. “Spiders are creepy, but it was rare.”

“Here are you drinks and your soup, madam” Ben said setting my tea down. “I hate to ask this but you are over twenty one right?”

“What?” I ask confused, already clutching my drink.

“You do know that is a alcoholic beverage right?”

“Of course I do!” I laughed, feeling my face turn red. Shit. I took a sip and despite the warning I cringed away from the drink and both Ben and Minho start to laugh. Ben started reaching for my drink but I waved his hand away. “I can drink, it’s fine.”

And just to prove my point, I took to big gulps, almost finishing half of the drink.

“Are you -”

My phone starts to ring. I quickly apologize and get up to answer it outside.

“Noona,” Jungkook says his voice sounding tired. “I forgot my key, I’m so sorry.”

“I thought you guys were gonna be awhile..”

“Hobi-hyung got tired and said he missed you,” Jungkook says and I could hear Hoseok whining in the background. “So we came back.”

“Well,” I said sighing. “I’ll head there soon.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says. “Drive safe.”

I hang up and take a deep breath. I felt my head go a little dizzy. Oh no the alcohol.

“Everything okay?” Minho says startling me.

“I’m really sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“Do you need to go?” He asks and I nod. “Okay, I’ll drive you back.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s no problem.”

By the time we arrive to the cottage, the boys are all gathered on the porch. Hoseok runs up to my car with a big smile, but it disappears as soon as Minho gets off the car. Confused he runs to the other side, when I stumble out, the alcohol already making my legs feel like jelly.

“What’s wrong with you?” Yoongi asks as Hoseok supports most of my weight. I giggle in reply.

“She had a drink,” Minho answers for me holding my bag. “I can take her inside if that’s alright.”

“That’s okay,” Jin says grabbing my bag from Minho. “I can take care of her. Thanks for bringing her home.”

“Why are you drinking Noona,” Jungkook says as he hovers over me. “Especially with someone you hardly know?”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Minho asks offended. “I’m her professor.”

“Exactly how it sounds,” Jungkook retorts. “Do professors usually drink with students?”

“Kookie!” I squeal. “Be nice! Why are you so mad?”

“It’s okay Y/N,” Minho replies giving me a warm smile. “I’ll text you later, make sure to read over the documents I gave you, there in your bag.”

“Thanks for bringing me home!” I giggle almost loosing balance. “I’ll make sure to do the reading!”

“Thank you for bringing her home safe,” Jimin says bowing deeply.

“It’s no problem,” Minho said a bit confused with Jimin’s demeanor, but bowing back regardless.

Once Jungkook put me on the couch, with the boys surrounding me. Jin muttering about making me hangover soup and Namjoon eyeing my tattoo. I unconsciously clutched the nearest pillow to my chest.

“Listen,” Yoongi says pacing back and forth. “I don’t mind you drinking recreationally but you have to do it a comfortable safe environment.”

“I’m sorry,” I pouted. “I thought I ordered tea and I got embarrassed so I drink most of it before they could take it away.”

“Whose ‘they’?” Taehyung asks walking in with Jimin behind him. I quickly look away and in comes Yuki, but..

“Why are there two Yuki’s?”

“She’s wasted.” Someone says before the room spins and turns dark.

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sunsetsover · 4 years

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I really enjoyed tonight's episode too. The police and Raymond sl is interesting, I don't like Stacey but she was really good tonight and I'm loving the escalation of her fued with Ruby, her and kheerat is cool. I don't really get why everyone's so mad. Thanks for being a bit of lightness on this site 💜💜💜

anon mine and ur brains >>>>

im actually excited abt the police sl again after di thompson mentioning his ‘friend’ that got fucked over by the mitchells in the past bc that is obvious foreshadowing and also explains why he’s so dead set on getting phil !!! like this friend is def gonna come back or at least come up when this sl comes to a head. which i’ve got a funny feeling might be a Big Deal and we might get some big confrontations w di thompson (and/or maybe that friend) and phil. and i’m also loving the phil/denise sl tbh !!! jack suffering is just a bonus. i really liked the stacey stuff tonight too like this is super controversial and is probably gonna end up w ppl unfollowing me but those few scenes of kheerat and stacey >>>> kheerat and chantelle 😬

like just overall im enjoying the show like the jay/lola sl is finally coming back up jags is gone jack is suffering bobby’s knocking another sl out of the park so far. controversial again (ppl are really not gonna like me tonight lmao) but i’ve even found the recent gray stuff interesting. like completely fucked up and i CANNOT wait for him to get his comeuppance but it’s still interesting. and mick’s sl!!!! alongside the phil/denise stuff is probably my fave sl atm which sounds fucked up but i think they’re all doing a really good job of it so far.

tbh the most disappointing sl atm is the ian/sharon stuff like WHEN will she find out he’s the reason denny is dead and WHEN will someone put a brick through ian’s skull like ???? WHEN

but tbh not being on here constantly surrounded by negativity has made the show a lot easier to enjoy bc like i’d be enjoying stuff and then you’d see like 10 ppl talking about how much they hate it/how it’s terrible and i’d feel guilty bc it’s like ??? am i wrong??? but it’s like no it’s a soap its made to mindlessly entertain you. it’s not made to be picked apart the way i have done in the past.

there’s no need to thank me tho !!!! thank you for messaging me n being so kind!!! you’re always welcome to come to me and tell me what u loved abt an ep !!! this is a no (unnecessary) negativity zone 🙅🙅

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Do you ever find yourself worrying about things that probably won’t happen? I’m great at that. I mean, a lot of my worries are things that are certainly possible and have good reason to, but there’s things I worry about that might not happen or before I have a reason to worry. I just always assume the worst. Has your imagination ever made it hard for you to sleep? My mind is always going. Have you ever had a weird dream and obsessed over what it might mean? Yes. My dreams are usually quite weird and random and I’m just like... wtf? Or do you usually forget about your dreams? A lot of the time. Do you know your heritage? Only a little.

If not, would you ever try one of those DNA kits? Yeah. I am curious. Which languages can you speak? Just English fluently. Which language do you speak the most and why? English because that’s what I know. Which languages do you wish you were fluent in? Spanish. With films in languages you do not speak, do you prefer a dub or subtitles? Subtitles. Which cuisine do you like the least? Chinese. Are there any foods you dislike because of the texture? Oh yes. Canadian bacon, chicken with bone-in, jello, and pudding just to name a few. Which type of chocolate do you like best? White chocolate. Do you have a favorite kind of dog? I do especially like Labs and German Shepherds. Do you let your pets sleep in your bed? I would, but she loves her couch. Do any of your favorite musicians ever write music for/with other artists? Some do. What is your favorite collaboration between two different musicians? I have several. One that came to mind is the collab Linkin Park and Jay-Z did. Who are your favorite songwriters? Hmm. Do you like any of those oldies groups (like the Four Seasons)? Yeah, there’s several “oldies” groups I like. Do you know who Bernie Taupin is? I don’t think so. What are your favorite one-hit wonders? I have a lot of those, including but not limited to: Tainted Love--Soft Cell Relax--Frankie Goes Hollywood Maniac--Michael Sembello Too Shy--Kajagoogoo Take On Me--A-ha Don’t You (Forget About Me)--Simple Minds I Can’t Wait--Nu Shooz No Rain--Blind Melon Lovefool--The Cardigans Barely Breathing--Duncan Sheik Criminal--Fiona Apple Torn--Natalie Imbruglia Sex and Candy--Marcy Playground Closing Time--Semisonic Save Tonight--Eagle-Eye Cherry Absolutely (Story of a Girl)--Nine Days Butterfly--Crazy Town All The Things She Said--t.A.T.u. Collide--Howie Day

What celebrities, if any, have you seen naked? Alexander Skarsgard is one of ‘em. Have you ever seen anybody naked by accident? No. Have you ever wondered what somebody looks like naked? Maaaybe. Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about a celebrity? Lol yeah. Have you ever changed your clothes in the car? Yes. About how quickly does your hair grow? Pretty quick. Do you have to/choose to shave anything unusual? No. Do you groom (wax, pluck, or thread) your eyebrows? I pluck them. Most unusual thing you have worn in public? Uhh. I don’t know. If you wear makeup, what are your preferred brands? Elf, NYX, Wet ‘n Wild, CoverGirl, Maybelline. Do you use flavored lip balm? Sometimes. What about tinted lip balm? Sometimes. What is your favorite swear word? I don’t have one. Are you afraid of fireworks or other loud noises? I’m a jumpy person, so loud noises definitely contribute to that. Do you make your own iced tea, or buy it in jugs/bottles? I don’t really drink iced tea. I mean, it’s fine and all, but it’s not something I opt for. I don’t recall the last time I even had any. Have you ever made sun tea? My mom used to every summer when I was a kid. Do you use sugar or honey to sweeten your tea? I use Sweet’N Low. Do you ever put milk in your tea? I’ve used cream and sugar before. Oh, but I do like milk tea from this one Bubble tea place. Do you prefer powdered or liquid coffee creamer? Liquid. Did your school have somewhere for girls to get emergency pads/tampons? Yeah. Did you have to wear a uniform for gym class? I didn’t in my PE class. Did you have to take showers after gym before going to your next class? No. Were you in any extracurricular activities or clubs in high school? I was in a couple clubs. Have you ever picked up and kept a rock because it caught your eye? Yeah. My Nana and I did that together all the time when I was a kid, and nowadays where I live it’s a popular thing to do to paint and hide rocks around town for others to find and either keep or re-hide. I’ve found a few of those. Have you attended any rock (literal rocks, not music, lol) shows? ...No. Have you ever laughed at a scene (TV/film) that wasn’t meant to be funny? Probably. Do you think they should make a movie about Hatshepsut? I don’t know what that is? Do you think books are better adapted as movies or TV series? I’ve seen good movies based on books and TV shows. Just depends. I feel like with TV shows; though, you can do a lot more with it and stay close to the book because you have more time to work with than just a 2 or 3 movie or having to break it up in parts. Any great books you would recommend? Too many. Any great movies or TV series you would recommend? There’s a lot. Were you disappointed with Fox’s version of the Rocky Horror Show? I didn’t watch it. Have you ever seen the original Kinky Boots movie? No. What about the musical? Nope. Have you seen any Hannibal movies other than The Silence of the Lambs? Nope. Have you read any of the Hannibal novels? No. Do you like any Indie movies? Yeah. Have there been any movies you had fond memories of, but upon a rewatch didn’t like as well? Hmm. Possibly, but I can’t think of one at the moment. Do you like to go to the movies alone? No, I like going with my family. When you watch movies/TV with people, do you find yourself making sarcastic remarks to each other? Sometimes here and there, but we try not to talk too much during. Have you ever dried down any flowers to keep them? Well, they became that way on their own over time, ha. I still have my corsage from my senior prom, which is now over 10 years ago. It’s quite dry and crispy now. What is your favorite thing that you have made by yourself? Uhh. I don’t really make things. Do you like your natural accent (everybody has one)? I don’t like my voice. What accents do you find most pleasant? Some southern ones, British ones... Does it bother you when an actor in a musician biopic lip-syncs to a recording of the original artist, or is it better that way? I don’t care. Have you ever read about Dennis Nilsen? No. Do you ever go on murderpedia.org to read about murderers? No. Have you ever read about the Black Dahlia? No, but I’ve seen documentaries. Any other unsolved crimes you find fascinating? Yeah, that stuff in general is interesting. Do you care what color your socks are? Nah. What about your underwear? Nah. What part of a man’s body do you find most attractive? Hands, arms, lips, jaw lines, necks, V-lines... Do you think guys look good in makeup? I used to have a thing for guys in eyeliner. Do you like using clay and/or peel-off masks for skincare? I don’t use any masks. Have you ever had an asymmetrical haircut? Yeah. Have you ever made your own pillow or blanket? No. Have you ever made a pillow out of an old T-shirt? No. Have you ever tried lucid dreaming? (Where you can control your dreams) No. Would you ever want to try? *shrug* If you want to be cremated, do you want your ashes scattered anywhere? In the ocean. Would you ever have a deceased pet stuffed? No. Would you ever have a pet cremated? Yes. We did that with our dog, Scruffy. Brandie is buried in our backyard in a nice area under a tree. I wish we would have cremated her because one day we’ll move. :( What is your favorite sci-fi series, if any? TV Show: Twilight Zone. Movie: Star Wars. Do you believe in the existence of parallel universes? No. If you could run your own business, what kind of business would it be? I wouldn’t.

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Hacked: Part 4

You didn’t go to lacrosse practice.

There’s no point and you need the money, anyways, so you forgo fun and go to work. The boy watches you as usual, the bus runs late as usual, and you mop the floors of the hospital until they’re shining, muck the floors of the stable until the only thing on them is dust, and then you go home and prepare for two hours of frantic homework.

You used to live in a regular house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms, and now you live in a trailer with one bed, a couch, and one bathroom. How the mighty have fallen, except you weren’t all that mighty before your mom got sick.

“Y/n?” she calls when the door creaks open. You’d left your keys at home again, but it’s not a big deal because your mom always forgets to lock the door and anyways, if you’re really in a pinch, a good, hard shake of the door will have the locking mechanism popped out.

Good thing you two live in the scrubby backwash area of shining New York, the toilet of Queens, a blemish in the city. No one comes here of their own volition, and everyone dreams of leaving as quickly as they can. The crime rate here is as low as it gets because no one has anything worth stealing, and no one would rack up a big enough ransom to make it worth the kidnapper’s time. Plus, there’s cameras everywhere and we’re not rich enough to pay off the police if we get caught committing murder.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you call back, dropping your backpack at your feet and wincing when it thunks. You never welcome charity but don’t have a problem with stealing. What a fucked-up child you are. And the food in the bins was going to go to people who’re in the same trouble as you are, so what’s the harm? Worst comes to worst, you get caught and explain your position. Your boss would understand. “I got food.”

Your mom probably knows about how you get money, but she can claim ignorance as long as you don’t hurt anyone else in the process. She might have a conscience, but you don’t. It should bother you that you would steal from someone struggling like you if you were hungry.

It should.

It doesn’t.

It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and no one’s going to help you, so you put a smile on your face and steal from the stores no one else would bother stealing from and you take the cans out of a donation bin because your stomach is complaining. You raid food pantries. You Dumpster-dive.

You humiliate the rich and rack up the money.

Your mom appears in the doorway, looking as thin and ragged as ever even in four sweaters and multiple layers of pants. “Did you have a nice day at school?”

“Yeah,” you say absently, already typing an English essay on your computer. You know your world’s gonna end soon, but you don’t want to spend the entire time waiting around. You’ll do the work and not stress about the bad grades for once in your life. It’s freedom and it’s fun.

“My shift starts soon,” she says. “I’ll be back by the time you’re leaving for school.”

She has one job. You have four. You resent her for that, slightly, because it’s her fault the two of you are in this position, and she doesn’t even try anymore. Inside, you know you’re dying, but on the outside you can at least pretend everything isn’t going to shit. She’s not even giving you that much false peace of mind.

Once again you consider moving out and living with your friends. You used to love your mother, you know, but now you mostly feel blank around her.

She ruined your life. She’s not trying to fix it. She’s going to die soon and leave you with nothing and nobody except for the man who knocked her up and then left her, because she’s too stubborn to see around the issues she had with her parents.

You smile at her. “Don’t work yourself too hard, okay? I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” she calls while exiting the trailer, leaving you alone in a drafty tin can.

You race to the window to make sure she’s left before pulling up the research you really want to work on.

You’ve spent days trying to hack into Tony Stark’s bank account. It’s heavily protected and you’ve never seen a security wall quite like it, but you’ll get through it… eventually. You know nearly everything there is to know about Stark, partly because because he’s a celebrity, he’s got no privacy, but even the most private secrets aren’t hidden to you. You know his birthdate, the birthdate of Pepper Potts, the day his parents were killed, what road they were killed on, who killed them, and so much more.

Your laptop bings with an incoming video call. Stick’s face pops up onto your screen, scowling—as usual. Through the computer’s speakers, his voice is tinny when he asks if you’re in yet.

“Not yet,” you say, biting your lip a bit at the disappointment on his face. Even though Stick’s got no stake in your project, he’s still invested in it, wanting you to succeed just as much as you.

He’s practically your dad. You’d like him to be your father much more than Tony Stark.

“We can have Pom help you tonight, if you want,” he offers. You hesitate before shaking your head. You wouldn’t let Pom anywhere near your laptop even if your life depended on it. Stick’s actual daughter, and therefore your rival, is everything you want to be in life—smart, tall, tattooed, pierced, great at fighting and sneaking, and Stick’s daughter. The only thing she doesn’t have is a great personality, but then again, neither do you.

You wish you could get a tattoo—of what, you don’t know, but you’d like one, like a planet or a flower or a bird. And you’d also like second piercings.

More than once, Pom’s nearly gotten everyone killed on a mission because of her hot head, and you’d had to hack into some tech to save them. She hates being saved, so she hates you, and she’d do anything to sabotage you. Besides, you’re better at hacking than her. She’d probably announce your presence, chipping away at the shields.

You don’t hate her, per se, but you don’t go out of our way to be in the same room as her, mostly because she’ll start trying to pick a fight with you.

“What are you going to do once it’s released?” Stick asks.

You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant, but warmth glows in your stomach at his absolute faith you’ll be able to do it. “Run to Canada, maybe?”

“I’ve got contacts there,” Stick says thoughtfully. “I could probably still help you, all the way from here.”

“Maybe I could still save your asses on missions,” you joke.

“Pom would hate that,” Stick remarks. “Come over whenever. We’ve got booze.”

You gasp as a sudden thought comes to you. “Booze!”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d be so excited—”

“No,” you say loudly, “how much booze Stark drinks! It’s no secret he drinks a lot… what if I get records of how much he drinks and make an article questioning if it’s safe for an alcoholic to be leading the Avengers? I’ve also got records of all the women he gets—I’ve got, like fifteen half-siblings here in New York—he’s an alcoholic and cheating on his wife!”

“All those girls were before he got married,” Stick says, but he’s excited, you can tell.

“Well, they must’ve dated for awhile, right? I’m coming over. Save me some Mike’s. I need to check the dates with Dennis.”

“You got it,” you almost-father-figure says, amused, and ends the chat. You quickly pack up your equipment. Your end may be coming even quicker than expected.

You grab your second backpack from the compartment over the microwave your mother’s all but forgotten about and stuff your equipment into it. And by ‘equipment’, you mean ‘laptop, headphones, and USB drives’. Before leaving, you reach behind your refrigerator and pull out your hoverboard. Being friends with a tech genius sure has its perks, even if you can’t flaunt those perks anywhere but at Stick’s. Then again, where else would you need to flaunt them? The people there are the only ones that matter.

You click the ‘on’ button and step onto the board. You could also ride it on your bum, and sometimes do, but that’s not as cool. The stabilizing tech on this thing allows you to take sharp turns without the board ever getting more than slightly tilted, and ’d included a way to make the board’s surface latch onto your boots when it’s on, so you can’t fall off it either. Best part of it is that you don’t have to charge it—the tech’s regenerating and powered by light, including that of the artificial and moon variety.

You lean forward to start the board’s movement and press down harder with your back heel to gain a little height. You can’t go as high as you’d really like to, because it’s not super dark. You’d prefer to be riding above the trailers in your park, but now you’re just skimming along around the height of your knees if you’d been standing on the ground. The cool air laps against your skin like the ocean. You feel like you’re flying.

Once you enter the trees, you slow down a bit to navigate the different tree trunks and branches. The sounds of the party reach your ears before you see Stick’s base. The base is way into the forest, which doesn’t do much to muffle the sound all that well. It used to be a cabin but was abandoned before Stick found it and decided to claim it. You smile upon seeing it. When you were younger, you’d pretended this place was your real home.

A few people whistle when you emerge from the foliage. You grin and wave, dropping down steadily before turning your board off and tucking it under your arm. Dennis exits the crowd, a scowl on his face. He scowls a lot, just like Stick.

Just like his dad.

He’s got Stick’s dark hair and bushy eyebrows but his chin is more blocky, his cheekbones less evident.

“Stick said you wanted to run some dates by me?” he says immediately. He’s not one for greetings.

“Possibly,” you reply, smiling at a younger girl who’d just placed hard lemonade in your hands. “It’s just a hunch, and I’ve not even looked them up yet. It’s probably just a dead end.”

“Well, it’s better than nothing,” he says emotionlessly and you follow him into the house and up the stairs. The study is soundproof, so even during one of the parties you’re able to research.

Five minutes later, you lean back in your chair and let out a loud sigh. “Well, that was pointless.”

“Say what you will about a murdering alcoholic, he hasn’t once cheated on his wife,” Dennis says sarcastically.

You groan. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, let’s keep with the original plan, then. Wanna frame him for something?” Den offers halfheartedly.

You consider it for a second before shaking your head. “I want him brought down by his own actions.”

“Ooh, kinky,” your friend says blankly before cracking a smile when you giggle. “Oh, wait, have you seen the new YouTube videos? There’s this new superhero called Spiderman.”

“I’ve heard of him,” you say casually, taking a small sip of your lemonade, “but I thought he wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“Depends. He got lucky with Toomes a bit ago, but nearly killed everyone on a cruise ship by baiting some of our people.”

“What an ass,” you say lightly. “Is there a reason you’re bringing him up?”

“Am I not allowed to fangirl about the new superhero on our block?”

“It’s not really like you, no. How’s your boyfriend?”

“He’s still being smart and in Harvard,” Dennis shrugs. “You’d be surprised the number of students who’d give anything for some drugs.”

“We’re still doing that stuff?” You feel slightly put out. You haven’t been to the most recent meetings because you’d been working on your project, but you hadn’t thought you’d miss that much. Dennis should’ve texted you about it. It’s not like he no one else knows about your project; it’s literally your coming-of-age ceremony, so to speak.

“The lower people are, but some of us’ve taken over Toomes’ biz.” Den shrugs again. “I bet I could get Spider-boy in my bed.”

“You could get anyone in your bed,” you laugh.

“Except you.”

“That’s cuz I’ve seen you shit your pants when a rifle was pointed at you.”

“Unfair.”

“When did he ever load it? Never? You should’ve known it was an empty threat.”

“Well excuse me! There’s a reason Vin’s in Harvard and I’m not. Wanna go down now?”

You shrug. “Sure, let’s go.”

“It’s time for you to start training with Dennis,” a familiar voice says behind you.

You turn around, a wide smile on your face. “Stick! What’d you say?”

“It’s time for you to start training with Dennis,” he repeats.

Your grin falters. “Right now?” Normally you’d be all for it, but you’re pleasantly buzzed right now, all your senses dulled by a comforting blanket called ‘alcohol’.

“Den’s got a sobering pill,” Stick says, reading your hesitation correctly. “I let you have your fun, but you’ve gotta remember that you’re not safe as long as you’re continuing with the project.”

Your cheeks burn at his scolding. You set your drink down and follow him into the kitchen, where Dennis hands you a pill and a glass of water silently. After gulping it down, you follow him into the back, where a lone figure stands. The golden strands in her black hair give away her identity.

“She’s all yours, Pom,” Dennis says and goes back into the base.

“Seriously?” you mutter when he passes.

“I heard about your project,” Pom says after a beat. Who hasn’t? You ask silently. “You do realize no matter how incriminating the evidence is, people are gonna wonder how you got it?”

You scowl and say, “Why do you care?”

She flashes a surprised look at you, raising her pale eyebrows. “You’re my friend, of course I care.”

You squint at her. “What?”

Pom squints back at you, tilting her head. “What?”

“Since when are we friends?”

“Since you got me out of that jail,” she responds.

“That was a year ago,” you remark incredulously—around the same time she started trying to punch you— “and you never said anything about it! You just started trying to hit me when I wasn’t looking!”

“Yeah. For training. Is that not how girls do it?” She tucks her hair behind her ears. “That’s how Dennis makes friends.”

“Yeah, well, Dennis is a sociopath. You’ve seriously been thinking we’ve been friends for a year without me saying practically anything to you?”

“We fought,” she points out. “You’re not very good at it, though.”

“Oh, thanks,” you say sarcastically.

“We’re both helping each other, though, and that’s what friends do,” Pom says, sounding pleased.

You scoff, “How on earth could I help you?”

“I need to learn how to do the computer stuff,” Pom admits sheepishly.

You tilt your head at her before shrugging. She’d never shown any interest in hacking before this, but whatever. “I don’t think I’ll be very good at fighting,” you warn.

“That’s what I’m for. And I don’t think I’ll be very good at hacking.”

Turns out that you’re pretty good at punching, but not at dodging.

“Sorry, sorry,” Pom says again but she’s laughing.

You flip her the bird with the hand not used to pinch your bleeding nose.

“How ‘bout we call it a day? It’s nearly eleven,” she suggests. Your eyes widen.

“My mob!” you gurgle.

“I didn’t know you had a mom,” Pom remarks, then winces when she realizes how stupid it sounds. “What’s she gonna do after your project?”

You shrug. “Bot goba be here after. Cabcer.”

Pom winces, saying, “That sucks,” which is so much more refreshing to hear rather than ‘I’m sorry’.

“Doesn’t really batter,” you shrug again. “Don’t like her all that buch, really. That’s probably wrog, right?”

Pom shakes her head. “Blood doesn’t mean shit. Especially when they’re assholes.”

You hesitantly stop pinching your nose and wipe it on your sleeve. “She refuses to get in touch with by gradparets eveb though she’s leavig be a trailer wheb she dies. I’m workig four jobs a day and she’s got—” you hold up one finger.

“What a bitch,” Pom says with disgust.

“You bow what? Fuck her. She cab worry all she wants; I dob’t feel like goig hobe tobight,” you declare loudly.

Pom laughs. “Wanna make some trouble?”

“Let me clean up my face first.”

Peter’s sitting on a fire escape when someone on a motorcycle drives by, way too fast. “Excuse me, sir or miss!” he yells, shooting a web at a building next to them. “You’re going too fast!”

The figure must not hear due to their loud motorcycle, because they don’t even twitch. They just turn a corner into a dark alley.

“Stop!” Peter yells, shooting a web at the bike’s back wheel and missing narrowly. “You’re going to hurt someone! Karen, release the tracker. I’m going to try to get in front of this guy,” Peter commands, swinging into the alley way behind the motorcycle rider.

“Sure, Peter,” Karen says easily. A small metal spider detaches off the shoulder of Peter’s suit and leaps onto the motorcycle just as it turns another corner.

Peter sprints along the rooftops, using his webs whenever possible, until Karen commands for him to stop. Peter jumps to the ground just as the rider roars into the alley. He can see their eyes widen and they skid to a stop just inches away from Peter.

“Dude, you were going way too fast,” he scolds, scowling even though the person wouldn’t be able to see.

The person lifts up their helmet, revealing a pale, thin face and long dark hair. “Sorry,” she says with a rich voice.

“Be careful next time,” Peter says, deepening his voice. “You could’ve hurt someone.”

“Peter,” Karen says suddenly, “there’s a situation at a supermarket across town.

Peter jerks his head up. “Where?”

“To your left,” the girl on the motorcycle giggles. She kicks it into gear and zooms off, but this time her bike’s silent. Peter curses and shoots a web to the top of the building on his left. Sure enough, he can hear screams coming from that direction. He swings to the top just in time to see a flash of light. The girl’s motorcycle roars somewhere behind him, just for a moment.

There’s another flash of light, and for a second Peter swears that someone’s hovering in the air, like something photoshopped against a photo’s background, but when he blinks they’re gone.

“Karen, did you see that?”

“See what, Peter? Are you talking about the person on the hoverboard?”

“Yeah,” Peter says with relief. “That.”

“No,” Peter insists, “I swear, Mr. Stark! Karen saw it too!”

“Your A.I.” Tony’s voice drips with disbelief. “Well, send the video to me, kid. It was probably just a big bird.”

“Got it, Mr. Stark.” Peter hangs up the phone. “Karen, send Mr. Stark the video of the person on the hoverboard.”

“Of course, Peter.”

You and Pom are sitting on a fire escape on the outskirts of New York, eating the candy you’d stolen.

“I bet we could do a bank,” she suddenly says. The very thought gives your stomach that nervous weightless feeling that you get while missing a step going down, or going down the drop on a big rollercoaster.

“Probably,” you say cautiously. “But that would be a bit harder.”

“Oh, definitely, but we’ve done it before.”

“Not just the two of us.”

She shrugs. “We could get Dennis in with us.”

“Speaking of, how mad do you think he’s gonna be that we stole some of his mini-bombs?”

“He’s got millions. He won’t probably even notice, don’t worry,” Pom reassures you. You nod and look away, out at the skyline of New York, looming in front of you, massive.

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hello !! ^_^ aa how long has it been since i last sent u a message . . . i'm so sorry kookoo T_T a LOT happened in the time i was gone n there were a lot of changes around me !!! but enough abt me !! how have you been doing ? have you been taking good care of yourself n eating well ?? i can't promise daily messages since things r still *constantly happeninf* around me, BUT i CAN promise weekly messages !!! i love u so so so much n don't forget !! i want to go stargazing with u 1day heh ^_^ - 🍓

my strawberri nonnie !!! i was literally goin thru my anons tag n thinkin abt u last night , did u read my mind ? don’t be sorry , my luvie ! ik how life can be , n i hope all the changes around u hav been luvly ones !! n if they aren’t luvly , they can meet me in a denny’s parking lot !!! but i’ve been good !!! stressed bc i’m takin’ a semester off of school n i feel .. like a clown , but other than that !!! i’ve been takin okie care of myself , i think ! probably not eatin’ … as well as i shld , but am eatin’ n am okay !!! n i hope u’ve been takin’ care of urself n eatin n restin bunches too ?? pinky promise me that u are !! n pleathe ! any messages from u are very very luved by me , they make my lil babie heart flutter sm n i look forward to them all ! i luv u even more , w the entirety of my babie heart !!! cannot wait to go stargazing w u one day !! blow a kissie to the moon , okie , my luvbug ? it’s soso glowy n prettie for u tonight !!! mwah !!! ^♡^

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iwanttowriteyou · 7 years

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All I Wanted; C.H. 23

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22

A/N: I’m in the middle of exams again - so don’t expect another update this week (Saturday at the earliest). This is going to be the first week off I have since September. Please don’t ask me to update almost immediately after, or voice your unpleasance of me not updating to your liking. You have a life, right? So why wouldn’t I have one? I’m shit tired and the private messages I’ve been getting are actually killing my mood to write. The fact that I’m lacking updates is the nagging, there I said it. I am doing my absolute best and please respect that.

To everyone else that this doesn’t apply to, thank you for your patience, kindness and uplifting words. A double-as(s)-long update for you. Lots of love.

“And why do you need me here?” Luke mutters as he pushes past my opened front door. He seems exhausted, his face unshaven for quite some days now. “Because I’m quite uncertain about tonight. I can’t shake this feeling I have.” I shrug my shoulders as I follow Luke to my kitchen. I’m already dressed, make-up done and now the nerves are hitting me full force.

“I already told you, Calum really cares about you. And he can be quite romantic if he wants to so I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.” Luke chuckles at my nervousness as he drops onto one of the vacant chairs in my kitchen. “That actually calms me a little bit.” I laugh nervously as I fill another glass of water for me to chug down.

“You don’t seem like it. Even if this fails, then you’ve at least tried and go back to what you were before – whatever you were to begin with.” Luke seems so straight-to-the-point with this I’m actually rather jealous I can’t be like a male and be so nonchalant about this. “I guess you’re right.”

My phone vibrates on the kitchen island and I am quick to jog towards it. Calum’s name is flashing on the lit up screen and my heart skips a beat when I read his message.

I’m heading out now, will be with you in five xx

“Shit. Calum’s about to leave. You need to go.” My eyes widen as they skim over the text message again and Luke starts laughing. “Don’t want him to think you’re cheating on him with his best mate now, do we?” He raises to his feet and dusts his jeans off, grabbing his jacket off of one of the chairs.

“We’re not dating or anything so it wouldn’t be considered cheating – He is making this up to me.” I state matter-of-factly, rolling my eyes as I hear Luke scoff loudly. “Well, yeah. Anyway, I’ll probably hear from him how it went but I want you to let me know as well. Have fun.” Luke grins as he pats my cheek with his flat hand before he lets it curl around my shoulders to haul me into his chest.

“Yeah yeah, now scram.” I laugh as I push his tall frame away and towards the back door. “Be safe!” Luke lectures me one more time before he disappears out of the door and it slams closed loudly behind him.

Luke’s car hasn’t left properly yet or I see Calum’s pull up on my driveway. I feel the nervous butterflies erupt in my stomach as I see Calum emerge from his car and start up towards the front door. I don’t wait for him to ring my doorbell but instead I lock up and meet him halfway up my driveway. “Hi.” I smile brightly as Calum grins as soon as he sees me walking towards him.

“Hello beautiful.” Calum smiles as he holds his hand out for me to take. I let my fingers slide along his palm before they lock between his own and I let him guide me to his car. “Where are we going?” I decide to question as he opens the passenger door for me and I slowly get in the car. “I first need to go do something else, if you don’t mind.” Calum seems stoic, his jaw locked as he keeps his gaze trained on the road in front of him, rather than me. He is still grinning a little bit, but he seems different than usual.

“Uh, okay?” I can’t help but let my uncertainty be voiced, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Calum. His hand raises off of the joystick to land on my knee and give it a firm, yet reassuring squeeze. I didn’t pay attention to the road but now that I do, I can’t seem to recognize where we are. “I thought we were heading into town?”

“Yeah but I need to go to a mate of mine first.” Calum smiles at me before he retracts his hand and focuses back on the road. “Did you hear that Michael’s mum apparently walked in on him and Mer a few days ago? I think I would die of shame if that happened to me.” I chuckle as I turn my body a bit, facing Calum as he slows the car down in front of one of the smaller houses in this street.

“Just a second.” Calum mutters as he puts the car in park and exits, leaving me alone in his car as I watch him walk up the driveway and to the front door where a male is waiting for him, one I have never seen before. “This is madness. It’s Calum.” Why do I have a feeling I might end up murdered in a ditch and my body will be hidden for a week before someone finds me – because I sure as hell don’t know where I am.

Calum walks back to the car with another male behind him, someone I have never seen before. Instead of walking to the driver’s side, Calum walks up to my door and gently pulls it open as the unknown male lingers back. “Hey babe, could you - ?” Calum motions his head to the back and I just know my eyes are as wide as they can get, and I’m fairly certain my mouth is agape as well.

I don’t say anything – partially, no, mainly because I am so in shock. I get out of the car and settle in the back seat as the unknown person takes my primary seat. Calum gets in and fires up his car. It’s dead silent at first and I’m staring between the back of Calum’s head and the other guy, back and forth, until I can’t take it anymore.

“Who are you?” I almost immediately regret it as the words leave my lips when I see Calum shoot me a pointed look through the rear view mirror. The male turns around in his seat and his smirk is so unsettling I squirm in my seat. “Dennis. And who might you be?”

“Y/n.” I bite back, but that doesn’t mean my fingers don’t fiddle in my lap. “Ah, I’ve heard about you.” Dennis speaks as he chuckles lowly before turning back to the front of the car. Calum keeps dead silent and I think it’s wise of him to do so. It doesn’t mean that while I don’t like this Dennis persona that I won’t freak out on him for what he’s pulling here.

“Well, I haven’t heard from you, at all.” I can’t help but grin smugly when I see Dennis make a disgruntled noise as well as frowning almost immediately. I don’t know who he thinks he is, but I’m not going to let myself be taken aback. No, I want to go home and I’ll find a way.

“Where are we going?” I decide to question Calum. His gaze flicks from the road to the rear view mirror back to the road before he scrapes his throat loudly. “I thought we could go for a drink.” “We?” I can’t help but run my mouth and this Dennis figure let’s out a loud snort. I think I’m the only one that wasn’t up to date with the actual plans for the evening.

“Yeah.” Calum’s answer is brisk and dismissive so I decide to stay silent – and if it was my choice, I’d be completely silent until I had the chance to go. I’d be gone in a whiff. The two males make conversation throughout the entire drive, and rather cryptic too, if I may add. I’ve been racking my mind as to whom I could text, call, anything to come and get me from this disastrous date. My only option was Luke. And he wasn’t responding to my texts.

I hadn’t even realised that the car had come to a halt and both men were patiently staring in my direction – until I gazed up long enough from my phone screen to notice both of them. Again, I step out without another word. Dennis is walking ahead and at first Calum follows him – before he seems to realise he brought a date and he slows his pace so he falls into step beside me.

“Are you okay?” Calum seems genuinely concerned as he tries to throw his arm around my shoulder, but I’m quick to dodge it and walk a meter more to the left as I set the door of this deserted bar my goal. “I’m just chirpy, thank you.” I know my bark by now is much, much worse than my bite but if this is the way tonight is going to go – me being ignored on a date between the two of us with apparently another guy who thought it was fun to crash our date – I wasn’t so sure if I wouldn’t bite Calum as well by the end of the night.

Right as I’m about to enter, Calum large hand wraps around my upper arm and he pulls me back, with such force I almost go flying against his chest. I huff out loudly and rip my arm from his hold while raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. Dennis just got dumped by his girlfriend and he didn’t want to be alone – I didn’t think you would mind.” Calum shrug so casually, so nonchalant, that I somehow believe he really thought it wouldn’t matter. And now I’m questioning me ever saying yes to this – to him.

“Well, I guess you’re wrong there. Anything would’ve been better than this. But it doesn’t matter.” I brush it off easily, although I’m boiling inside. I turn around again and confidently walk inside, ready for the disaster date of my life.

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“Y/n? What are you doing here?” I hear his voice and the grin I immediately get is troubling to Calum, I can see. I turn on my bar chair, grasping the back of my chair as I widen my eyes at the sight of Harry. “Haz! Hey.”

I jump off of my seat and Calum raises as well but with a short motion, a rough push against his shoulder, he sits back down and I can hear the noise he makes – he isn’t pleased with me. That makes two. I hold my arms out for a hug and when Harry reciprocates, I step into his embrace and let out a sigh of relief.

“What are you doing here?” Harry whispers against my hair and I can’t answer quickly enough when he lets go of our embrace. “I’m here with Calum. And Dennis.” “Who the hell is Dennis?” Harry’s frown is very, very prominent as he lets his eyes wander to Calum and Dennis, occupying the seat beside him.

“I asked myself the same when he got in the car.” I smugly chuckle, but it’s more of self-defence right now. I’m laughing to keep myself sane. “Tell me you’re joking?” “Oh, I wish I was, Haz. But I’m not.” I smile tightly as I pat his upper arm, letting my gaze flick over to Calum who’s in deep conversation with his friend.

“If you need help, I’m right here.” Harry points to where his mates had chosen a booth in plain sight. A few of them I recognized and I wave in a friendly manner, receiving the same in return. “Who knows. It might be quite soon.” I laugh loudly but I know it, because I hear it myself, there’s desperation in my voice. I see Harry’s features change and it’s going to sympathy in a split second.

“I’m serious.” Harry states again as he starts going backwards, towards his friends. “I am too.”

As I retake my seat at the bar, I feel Calum’s hand land on my knee. “Who was that?” “A mate of mine. I promised I’d text him but I kind of forgot. Glad I saw him now.” I state as I take a sip of my coke, keeping my eyes trained on the empty glasses stalled in front of me. Calum had blown it. Properly.

“Why would you need to text him?” I’m swift in turning my head and glaring in his direction. “Are you seriously trying to be jealous right now? Because you have no right to, Calum.” “Oh, your lady is angry with you Cal. No sex for you tonight.” Dennis chimes in, laughing obnoxiously loud as he slaps his flat hand on the bar.

His lady? What had Calum been telling this guy? Calum was nowhere near calling me that – tonight was his chance to get back on the map and even that didn’t seem that important to him apparently. I remember Calum’s hand on my knee and I gently remove it, dropping his hand back in his own lap.

“Come on, don’t be like this.” I decide not to answer that, because that would mean we’d have an argument right here and now. And to be fair, I wasn’t in the mood for a handful of people hearing how Calum would cuss at me being a bitch that didn’t know how to chill – because I could hear him say it in my head.

I don’t know how much time passes, it might be only a few minutes, or half an hour… Or maybe even an hour. I’m getting more and more uncomfortable – and don’t make me start about my brain gnawing on everything that has happened and is happening and how much I want to slap Calum, maybe even much him in his nuts – as time progresses.

It isn’t helping either that since the don’t be like this, Calum had been almost completely ignoring me. He went on a smoke break with Dennis, getting up without even saying anything and leaving me there. I wanted to go and sit with Harry, but decided against it and just kept myself busy on my phone. That’s when I feel it vibrate in my hand.

When he comes back, we’re having a smoke break.

I sigh and I quickly glance to my right to see Harry already staring in my direction. I nod my head, letting him know it’s alright and I’ll meet him outside. As soon as the door opens and Calum and Dennis wander in, Harry raises to his feet and disappears outside.

I smile at Calum as he approaches me, but his face remains stoic. He’s listening to what Dennis is telling him, it’s still about his ex-girlfriend (seriously how long can you whine about a girl dumping you for crying out loud). I turn to Calum, letting my fingers trail along his lower, exposed arm. This is the last time I’m trying. If I don’t receive anything that seems hopeful now, I’ll find my way home. Even if it means me walking home alone at almost midnight where I don’t know anything. You can’t say a smartphone isn’t helpful these days.

“Calum - ?” I let his name flutter past my lips, but he, at first, doesn’t respond. After a few moments he turns his head half, still grinning at something his mate said, before he presses his lips against my temple – still without looking at me. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything yet.” I mumble, letting my hand drop from “Oh okay. Great.” Calum mumbles his answer as he swiftly turns back to his mate. I’m an accessory. Calum doesn’t grant me a second glance in the next minutes, which also means I’m not even trying on making up an excuse – I just get up and follow Harry outside. “Hi.” I smile as I let the door fall closed behind me. Harry is already lighting up his smoke and as he exhales his first intake, he holds out his open pack towards me. He helps me light my own and it’s silent for a few moments.

“There you are.” Harry starts and he takes another inhale, pausing the monologue I’m sure he’s about to pull off.

“I’m taking you home. I’ve been looking at you and your body language it’s so disturbing I’m getting stomach aches. Go get your jacket in a second.” Harry dismissively states as he waves his hand inside while taking a drag from his cigarette. I take a step closer to him, me still standing on the little step you have to cross before entering and throw my arm around his neck to haul Harry against my chest. “You’re a life saver, you know?” I whisper against his neck and I feel the goose bumps appears as I exhale.

“I’m just looking out for my friend.” Harry sighs as his hand lands on the small of my back. I let go of Harry and finish the rest of my smoke in silence. “I’m going to get my coat, give me a second.”

Calum looks up when I enter, eyebrows furrowed as his fingers curl around the bottle neck of his beer. “Where did you go?” He slurs. “I went for a smoke. Are you drunk?” I state and smile brightly – because I was leaving this dodgy bar. I don’t let his drunkenness get to me, I don’t even know if I can feel anything for Calum anymore. My hands were fiddling with my coat hanging off of the back of the chair as I wanted for Calum to resume his conversation. I didn’t need to give him an explanation, this evening was explanation enough.

I grasp my coat and Calum hears it, swiftly turns and discards his conversation with this Dennis guy completely. “Where are you going?” “I’m going home, Calum. This – whatever this is supposed to be, isn’t what I want. I didn’t know what you wanted but somehow I think you may have made it quite clear. I’ll see you later.”

He doesn’t say anything. Maybe he is too perplexed, as I was when he decided to let me sit in the back to converse with his mate about ‘what a bitch Sandy was’ – in which I think Sandy was that Dennis guy his ex – too stunned to hold me back and beg me to stay. Maybe he didn’t want me to stay. Maybe he realised that he couldn’t keep doing this to me. I thought handing out numbers was bad – this feeling was even better altogether.

When I come back outside, Harry is waiting for me. As soon as the door creaks, he looks up, grins and drops his cigarette on the asphalt. His boot crushes the small flames before he holds out his hand for me to take. I let my hand fall in his and we keep silent, until I’m safely in the car and know I will be home any moment now.

“I’m so glad you came here. You’re all I had been hoping for.” I sigh as I let my head rest against the leather seats of Harry’s expensive car as he drives off into the night. At least I knew I was going home.

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viewfromthedrumstool · 5 years

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View From The Drum Stool #54

USA and Canada ‘18

We pick up the tale in Port Huron, Michigan where our band of intrepid musicians find themselves on the I-69 headed west to a soundtrack of Glen Miller.

This is my third US tour. The first was with Man Without Country back in 2013 and the second being the Saint Etienne ‘Home Counties’ tour of 2017 (all documented in detail here on VFTDS!). Both were dominated by epic road journeys and it’s easy to forget how conveniently proximous major cities are back home in comparison to the spacious lay of the land out here. We’ll clock up a cool 400 miles today - the equivalent of driving from London to Glasgow - and that’s by no means a long one.

But it’s a beautiful country to travel in; the pastel tarmac, green fields, colourful outbuildings and blue sky...

In Kalamazoo, we check in at the Best Western (in true American fashion the rooms are obscenely huge and feature a kitchenette) and head straight out to the finest Italian this side of town: Erbellis!

We enjoy a round of radioactive Catalina Margaritas and contemplate the menu...

With easily hundreds of dishes to choose from there’s lots of contemplating to do and options include ‘Be Careful Not To Choke Pepperoni Shocker’, ‘Meat Monster Mania’ and ‘The Rhino’ which contains SEVEN different types of meat. (I can barely name seven different types of meat.)

I opt for the calmer sounding ‘The Greek’ (feta, tomatoes, olives etc.) on a Chicago style crust. What I’m presented with might be better described to an Englishman as a pie, only with pizza base instead of pastry and a topping of marinara sauce in place of the gravy. It’s as ambitious as it sounds and a more typically American experience than an authentic Italian one.

Nonetheless it’s an experience and in search of more of the same we head straight to the nearest bowling alley! Revel and Roll in Kalamazoo is a modern affair with half-price drinks and a scoring system that incorporates photographs of each players face into funny little animations between frames. It’s hilarious and a welcome palette cleanser after the gigs and travel so far.

Tour manager and bassist Joe opens the strongest taking victory in the first game with a decent score of 125. It’s only a shame he couldn’t stay for a second as I know he would have been proud to witness my impressive followup: a courageous score of 128! Three whole points more than his 125! Thus I win overall, and beat his best score.

(I’m not saying that I like to gloat but I’ll admit I posted a printout of the scoresheet under the door of his hotel room...)

The following morning and riding high on the sweet taste of my bowling victory by three points (“The real winner here is bowling” I lie), we reconvene in the hotel lobby and drive into Kalamazoo centre for a spot of brunch (at the Studio Grill - classic American diner fare albeit lacking a huevos rancheros).

Our next stop is the very reason we even chose Kalamazoo as a destination in the first place. (It’s not the longest train curve in America, although I hear it’s a big pull.)

As many musicians know, Kalamazoo is the birthplace and spiritual home of Gibson Guitars! We drive a few blocks over to the original factory, located beside a railroad on the northeast side of town.

Orville Gibson founded the company here in 1894 and originally specialised in building mandolins. The Les Paul, 335, Explorer, Flying-V and SG all followed and in the 80’s, having inevitably outgrown this original facility, they relocated to Tennessee. The few employees who didn’t fancy the move stayed put, founded Heritage Guitars, and still operate out of a modernised portion of the original factory to this day.

The majority of the building is now abandoned and boarded up however. But despite the dilapidated appearance it doesn’t feel like a sad place and it’s magical to think of the great impact on rock ‘n’ roll - nay popular culture as a whole - that the instruments which have emerged from this factory have had.

Alas one of Michigans lesser-celebrated fames is the poor quality of its roads and the journey to Chicago is at best bumpy, and at worse skull-shaking. Eventually, with a final rattle and jolt, we cross the state line - pick up Central Standard Time, gaining an hour - and moments later pass by Michigan City itself ... which strangely happens to be in Indiana.

Entertainment on-route is provided by the billboards of the I-94, my favourites including one for a strip club (’All the liquor, none of the clothes’) and another for a vasectomy clinic (’Buy one testis, get the other free’).

Eventually we roll into the beautiful Park End West venue just as Via Chicago by Wilco finishes in my headphones - what could be more appropriate.

We played here on the last tour, I loved the venue then and I love it still. The crew are friendly and professional, the gear is great and the comfortable backstage is packed with fresh rider and cool beers. It’s the perfect venue to catch a gig too with room at the front for those who wish to stand and dance, booths in the middle with waitress service and stools up by the cocktail bar. I could happily bed down here for a year, get a job on the bar and befriend all the locals.

(Pic by James)

A few weeks back while playing Victorious Festival in Portsmouth with Gaz Coombes, I got chatting to one Paul Von Mertens. Paul is Musical Director and wind player with Brian Wilson and mentioned that he was from Chicago. We chatted for a while, I told him I’d shortly be in town with Saint Etienne and he said he’d love to come. True to his word he came to check out the show and was kind enough to regale us with tales of life on the road and in the studio with Brian, Wilco and many others. (Appropriately the title of the Good Humor album that we’re touring was inspired by a picture of Brian Wilson...)

The following day we spend traveling and our party takes a plane down to San Francisco ahead of our penultimate show of the tour at The Chapel. The route takes us over the Rockies and the view through the window is another mesmerising one. I’ve said it before but America is one beautiful country from the air…

While the Northeast, Deep South and Midwest of America all have their charms, none quite compare to California for me and in particular the sparkling vibrant glorious dazzling sunlight which comes beaming through the cabin windows as soon as we descend below the clouds.

We check in at the La Quinta Inn & Suites in South San Francisco and dive across to Denny’s - it’s busy on a Friday night but they now serve beer so the wait is bearable. James and I fancy a nightcap and fortunately there are drinkeries just a couple of blocks north. Unfortunately - given the American tradition of driving everywhere - they’re totally un-walkable so we have to take a 90 second Uber instead…

The Armstrong Brewing Company are a friendly bunch but their output doesn’t amount to much and we found only one of their 10+ beers vaguely palatable. Most of their creations lack subtlety and are often far too strong to be enjoyable, although they more than make up for it in friendly hospitality and are eager for us to stay even after closing time.

Show day in San Francisco! I’m on the hunt for huevos rancheros once again and have high hopes for California based on reputation, past experience and proximity to Mexico. Once in the Mission District I head to San Jalisco on the recommendation of some Saint Etienne fans. It’s certainly an authentic experience - the food isn’t paired down for our taste and half the clientele is Mexican. There’s even a guitarist who provides an authentic soundtrack, though he’s not exactly Santana. Thanks for the suggestion folks.

I walk off the large lunch around the streets of the Mission District enjoying the glorious Californian light with my film camera. I’m not the only one and when I stumble come across our venue for tonight I find an elderly gent wandering down the street bearing a very old looking 16mm camera. His name is Nathaniel Dorsky - I later learn a much celebrated experimental filmmaker who has exhibited his unusual silent films around the world. We both have a love for film and share an inspiring conversation right there on the street that will stay with me.

The promoter at The Chapel is charming and not only does the epic rider contain some swanky desert pieces (and later cocktails), she’s even brought her dog along to help out! Some of us also receive a generous gift from a fan called ‘Adam’. Wherever you are, whoever you are, Adam I thank you for the four bottles of aftershave. I smell sensational.

San Francisco is always a great show for Saint Etienne and tonight is no different. The venue is packed out and the stage time is put back on numerous occasions because half the audience are still queueing up at the merch stand. When we eventually make it out, the crowd are rabid and one eager fan (is it Adam?) leans over to chat, shake hands and generally hang between every song. Which would be much more welcome if I weren’t in the middle of an indie dance show...

As per last year’s Home Counties US Tour, our final stop is Los Angeles and the Henry Fonda Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard. It’s an easy journey down by air and we’re back at the 101 Coffee Shop on Franklin Ave in time for lunch.

Their huevos rancheros are probably my favourite on the tour too. The 101 was the diner that first turned me on to the dish and it’s fitting finale fare for the final day of the tour.

Chuck E Weiss is in the house too, favourite of Tom Waits and the muse to the classic Rickie Lee Jones song ‘Chucks E’s In Love’. Listen out for the iconic drum part from Steve Gadd...

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Back to the Fonda Theater on Hollywood Boulevard. A familiar setting with a familiar crew, gear and backstage too. It’s a wonderful joyous gig and the crowd brings top energy to help us over the line.

As some may know, I periodically play drums with Gaz Coombes and as it happens a number of his band - including numerous VFTDS alumni - flew in this evening ahead of a TV appearance later in the week! The aftershow party was not just a celebration of the tour but also a reunion with familiar faces from both home and away. This Is Your Life!

Shout out also to Dan and Mike who not only attended the Chicago, San Fran and LA shows but did so in their homemade Home Counties suit jackets! Having seen them down the front every night it was great to finally meet them for a quiet and civilised chat...

While the rest of the gang head home (business class, naturally) I’m staying on in LA for a few days. Thanks for the good times USA! You’ve been great as ever. The gigs have rocked, the band has been great and the crowds buzzing with no exceptions.

I’m off to watch the Dodgers with some pals… see you soon!

Mike

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