#I just caught up on checking new followers I actually found a t*rn this time I’m sickened absolutely sickened

[thinger-strang]

no one dies and everyone's gay au

Nancy finds Barb when she gets stuck in the Upside Down when she's in the forest with Jonathan (don't ask me about the logistics) and so Steve ends up finding Jonathan and Barb in Nancy's room? And he's confused because at first he'd just seen Jon and thought Nancy was cheating but then he saw Barb walk into the room? (traumatic sleepover time! except Jon stays on the ground and Barb and Nance cuddle on the bed bc they're best friends and BARB WAS MISSING FOR LIKE TWO DAYS I THINK? she deserves snugs)

But Tommy and Carol started talking about how Nancy was probably sleeping with both, everyone knew Barb was the biggest d*ke in Hawkins, Nancy probably got curious about the other side!

He doesn't necessarily agree but still doesn't stop Tommy from spray painting the theater (because Nancy still lied to him? Lying generally meant there was something? going on? idk Steve's just confused and a little hurt rn)

The rest of the season goes pretty much the same, Barb's just there trying to not die and trying to help the Gang™ find Will and fight this bitch ass demogorgon (I don't think she's really be part of the Nancy and Jonathan luring it to the house and fighting it, she'd help with set up and the plan but I think she'd fuck right off when it comes down to facing it, she's had enough monsters for one life time thx)

But she'd so wanna help get Will out so she's there with Joyce and everyone talking to El while she's in the bath finding Will and talking Hop and Joyce about the Upside Down

(and she's been to the hospital, she didn't get a face sucking monster thing so she recovered quicker? idk don't ask logistics again lmao)

But she and Will end up getting along and sometimes when she's hanging out with Nancy and the party comes over she'll say hi to Will and like ruffle his hair

(also I want a little scene after the big monster hunting trip scene where a) Nancy and Jonathan explain everything to Steve and b) where Steve sees Barb again and pulls her into the biggest hug and starts like apologizing for not paying attention that night and for letting her get taken and even though she assured him it wasn't his fault he still feels guilty about it, it was his house, he should have helped her bandage her hand or something? idk but this right here is the beginning of the Barb/Steve friendship and the start of the "fall of King Steve")

cue s2

and so the four get really close, Jonathan and Steve are actually friends (idk what s2 was pulling but they're friends) and Barb talks to Nancy about Steve and Jonathan and Nancy ends up breaking up with Steve way earlier (bc you know none of that drama would have happened if Barb was there so)

But they're all still good friends, Steve's cool about the break up, and Nancy and Jonathan get together but it's not like right after? so it's all chill and they all went through a dramatic experience together so they remain close knit yeah

and Barb eventually comes out to them (everyone's supportive obviously) and Steve's is ready to throw down with anyone for her

cue Billy

the four of them are sizing up the new guy, Nancy doesn't really care, Jonathan thinks his hair is a little ridiculous (which I mean, that first day? when he steps out of the Camaro? yeah it was a lil rough), Barb can see right through his macho bullshit, and Steve? has a little bi meltdown. bc this kid has definitely had boy crushes before and knows he likes both (kid listens to queen of course he knew he was bi lmao)

blah blah blah s2 happens, Barb, Steve, and Billy have the same English class and Billys generally quiet during school, kinda stand-off-ish, only really bugs people during gym/basketball, but he literally sits in the back and does absolutely nothing during class and still somehow has the highest grade

(FUCK him and Barb get paired for a project and she fucking calls him out? like she's just like you're gay I'm lesbian you can cut the crap around me and they become...not friends? but they have solidarity, they're cool)

and I'm a slut for this trope but BILLY FIGHTS DEMODOGS WITH THEM lmao he hears Max sneak out and follows her and finds her in the junkyard armouring up a bus with fucking Harrington and a couple of nerds? and like the sun is setting and he needs to get Max home so he's like "Maxine! I don't know what the fuck this is and I don't fucking care, we gotta go!" and the four are like yelling at him to either leave or get in the bus! and he's so confused, I'm not here to play games Max! and Steve's running out of the bus with a FUCKING NAIL BAT WHAT THE FUCK HARRINGTON? And Steve's like behind you! and swings at a demodog. Billy has a borderline panic attack before he finds like a fender or exhaust pipe or whatever and starts swinging too

the dogs run away and Billy rounds onto Steve like what the living shit was that? and Steve has to explain everything with Dustin and Lucas interrupting and Max shrugging and trying to understand too? it's a mess

s2 continues with Billy and with HOPPER NOT BEING ABLE TO STAND HIM bc he's caught him speeding and underage drinking and shit and Billy's nervous as hell around cops which makes him mouthy and ITS A MESS

they're all at Joyce's (Barb's there too bc Will's possessed and they need to check up on her too? and she's concerned for Will anyway yeah she's in this too) and El shows up and Steve and Billy are just like what? another one? who the fuck? like Steve heard about her but this isn't a tiny child without hair??? idk it's funny

BILLY WITH AN AXE IN THE TUNNELS

(obviously Steve isn't passed out and the kids don't drive the car, it's Billy's awful impulse control that leads to them going into the tunnels)

okay I couldn't decide where to put Barb here? so I left her with Steve and Billy to babysit and she ends up in the tunnels too? and she's def handling it better than the boys are fuck yeah

Steve has his bat and is in front and Billy found an axe in the pile of shit from the Byers' shed and he pulls up the end

it's awesome

yada yada Steve and Billy end up becoming weirdly good friends by the end and he's good with him and Barb, idk about Nance and Jon but eh

s3 now

Billy ends up getting two jobs; lifeguard and cook at Benny's (bc he's alive too, fight me bitches this is the ultimate fix it) and Barb ends up working as a waitress there too (and working together builds the weirdest bonds so they are besties now)

everything in s3 is pretty much the same but with diner scenes too? and like all the Hawkins moms swarm Benny's too and leave lipstick stains on their kitchen tips and "send my compliments to the chef *wink*"

Billy eats it up but Barb can tell he also kinda hates it bc he's barely 18 and not even remotely into women and it makes him super uncomfortable but publicly he "loves" it (he starts wearing tank tops to the pool and tries to hide out in the kitchen but it really doesn't work)

he still gets caught up with the mind flayer but it's not bc he's about to sleep with Karen bc ew, idk why he's driving out by the warehouse idk maybe he's out on a drive bc he can't sleep yeah

anyway he gets caught up but like he knows, or kind of knows, what this is and calls in sick to both jobs and talks to Hopper bc WHAT THE FUCK isn't the gate closed? I got face fucked my an interdimensional monster so unless you know where the fuck that came from?? and they deal with it earlier (most of the shit still happens but it's less...messy? like Hop and Joyce are more involved in the Billy shit and Steve knows about it?)

Steve still gets caught up with the Russians (I don't think he'd have a chance to tell anyone (specifically Hopper) bc he finds out about Billy then the elevator stuff happens like right after and yada yada)

so for most of the season it's them trying to actually help Billy! and they end up saving a lot of people? (specifically Heather bc she was really nice to Billy and I want he to live fight me it's my au)

but enough people get melted and shit that starcourt still get destroyed blah blah blah!

but Billy makes it and so does Hop and Alexie (no one dies au) and they all end up doing the thing in the mall like they did in the shed with Will? like breaking Billy out? Barb talks about working at the diner and their secret and Steve talks about them hanging out and playing basketball and the tunnels and Max talks about Billy buying her a new board and them scream-singing along to ACDC in the Camaro and the kids mention him giving them rides and shit and yeah! El talks about his mom and that's it! Joyce and Hop close the gate while Billy's holding the one arm (he doesn't get stabbed in the chest, as cool as that scar would be, no...but he gets some on his hands and upper arms and his sides?)

(also Billy's drinking like bleach rn so they try and reverse that as much as possible while he's possessed so that he has a better recovery later bc no! chlorine is not good for you! and Billy tries so hard to not drink it but sometimes he can't fucking stop? idk but he has a support system now!)

and Robin came out to Steve and Steve comes out to her too? like kinda? he alludes to it vaguely bc he's so not ready to be out to anyone FUCK

And Billy comes out to Steve (he was planning on doing it earlier that summer but shit happened)

and Robin becomes friends with everyone (ITS ROBIN X BARB HOURS BITCHES)

(OKAY small like side shit? Benny and Hopper have known each other for years and Benny's like one of the only registered foster parents on Hawkins so he ends up fostering a lot of wayward kids while Hop figures out legal stuff (he hasn't adopted anyone yet but him and his husband (yeah Benny's gay deal with it) really want to? they just haven't yet, all the kids they take care of end up in their care temporarily) BUT Hop finds out about Billy and Max's home life (I know a lot of people write that Neil wouldn't hit Max but...nah son not how that works? idk but he needs to get them out? and Neil's bad to Susan too (he's the worst to Billy but still bad to Max and Susan) anyway Hop helps Susan leave Neil (it takes a while and Billy and Max end up with Benny for a little bit while the divorce is going down and all the legal shit yeah it's safer out of the house rn) long story short Billy ends up staying with Benny after everything and ends up getting adopted (they're like we know you're 18 and you don't need a guardian but if you want we can be your dads? and Billys like yeah sure that'd be nice and yeah) Hop ends up being a weird like uncle figure? idk like I said him and Benny are close and they both adopted kids so yeah? and Billy ends up considering El his little sister and he still visits Max and Susan and yeah?)

ANYWAY everything kind of calms down, Hop and Joyce get together (I just realized I forgot about Bob so...idk I guess this isn't an everyone survives au? no no that's weird um idk him and Joyce end up breaking up idk why) but yeah Hop and Joyce get together and like it's kind of fast but they've been in love for a long time so it's kind of fine? like idk but yeah

Barb and Robin get together (ITS FUCKING CUTE they go to aquariums and have paint dates where they sit on some old sheets and paint while listening to Robin's records ITS CUTE!)

STEVE COMES OUT TO EVERYONE! he definitely cries bc fuck he was scared! bc he likes both and he wasn't sure if that was a thing or whatever for a while and Billy's like oh yeah, like David Bowie or Freddie Mercury? and that's when Steve's cries bc oh thank God you guys get it and you're cool with it oh fuck and YEAH

UM Max is bi too, Will comes out as gay (listen I know none of this is like 80's realistic but everyone's gay and alive and happy, fuck off)

Um it takes forever for Billy and Steve to get together, it's awful. like Barb and Robin have to deal with their pining and shit? and like Robin hears about it from Steve at work and Barb hears about it from Billy at the diner and they put their knowledge together and make a Plan ™

it's like elaborate and dramatic (shut up they're all like 18-19) and shit? BUT LMAO okay one day they're all hanging out at Steve's (bc I've also hopped aboard the neglectful parents train sorry) and idk Steve and Billy are there before Robin and Barb are so the girls walk in on them arguing over whatever and like Billy's talking really fast and Steve's talking with his hands and idk what it's about but Billy ends up yelling that he loves him BUT THEY KEEP ARGUING FOR LIKE A SOLID MINUTE AFTER THAT BEFORE IT HITS THEM and Steve gets all quiet and is just like you love me? and Billy doesn't fucking know what to do?? he's like bright red and frozen and Robin and Barb are by the door trying to not like break the spell (bc it's been months guys) and Billy's like of course I do asshole and Robin thinks Steve's about to have a panic attack but he like rushes forward and cups Billy's face and kisses him senseless and it's like the best thing Robin and Barb have ever seen

and they're resting their foreheads together, Steve's still holding Billy's face and Billy has his hands on Steve's chest it's really tender but Robin's like yeah congrats and shit but you guys ruined our Plan™! and she gives them a long ass rundown of their elaborate scheme and Steve and Billy are like still touching and bumping into each other as they listen and Barb interrupts and says that this was better and Robin rolls her eyes but agrees

and they're watching a movie or whatever, cuddling in their respective couples and Steve fucking jumps up randomly and rounds on Billy like hey woah fuck I love you too, I didn't say that earlier! and Billy's looking up at him like yeah I know that asshole and yeah

#okay this is s u p e r long sorry #but also not #harringrove #robin x barb #fix-it #stranger things #the ultimate fix-it #pls ask me stuff about this im so down to ramble about this? #pls #fic #my stuff #also idk how to do keep reading thungs so sorry 😬 #also i barely mention nancy jon the kids or the adults #this is about my gay quad #buckland #bobin #my writings

[kinetic-elaboration]

June 25: Thoughts on Writing

So I’ve decided I want to do a bit of thinking on writing. The truth is that I actually don’t think about it that often anymore, and haven’t for several weeks, not since I realized I needed a break and declared a hiatus. I really did think I’d get over that hiatus in a couple days but it’s seeping into me instead. I told myself I’d take as long as I needed but… at some point, because creating is difficult, you do need to make a choice to just do it even though it is hard and you don’t feel ready. I’ve been trying to balance that—knowing that writing is good for me and good for my mental health—with forgiveness for myself. Something is telling me that I need a break. I’m not always great at listening to myself, the unconscious urges and instincts, so I am trying to do that.

I suspect a big part of this is that I’m inching out of the fandom. I never plan to leave or enter a fandom, I just go where I feel I want to be. But nevertheless… I am torn. A part of me doesn’t want to leave. That part thinks of all the good ideas I had and all the unfinished ideas, and wants to complete things, and to continue to explore. But another part of me just doesn’t care, doesn’t feel inspired at all. I’m not really inspired to write in other fandoms either (though I am toying with non-T100 ideas in a way I haven’t in probably about 3 years), so it’s not just that T100 isn’t an interesting place for me rn, and may never be again, but that is part of it for sure.

I could go into the other reasons but I didn’t sit down with the intention of dwelling on that. This is more about… what do I want, and what should I do? How much do I just content myself with other things and how much do I force myself to write, and in what direction? I could certainly fill my hours with other things, even other productive things. But being able to leave myself and my apartment, mentally, through writing is so important to me, and especially so now. I know that when I don’t write for long periods of time, my brain becomes stagnant and I feel dull. I already feel this happening. I’m not sure if it’s a chicken or an egg but I need the escape. I just don’t know how. I don’t even know my own instincts. What do I WANT, what’s the IDEAL, what should I be striving FOR?

So. There are a couple of possibilities.

One possible goal certainly is to finish things, to check things off a list. I love my lists and this part of me, the just do it part, has always been and will always be in conflict with the more creative part, which just wants to follow whims. Of course actually creating completed things of any sort does require discipline and forcing yourself when you don’t feel like it so I know these aren’t really incompatible instincts, but they do feel like it often. I have a lot of half-finished fics. I have a lot of ideas that have been haunting me for a while in an annoying way. And I have outstanding requests. So one thing I could do is just focus on those things that I most want to say ‘well that’s done now, good’ regardless of inspiration, and then hope that the joy of writing naturally follows, once I give myself time, space, goals, etc. The advantages of this are that even if it’s not as satisfying as I hoped, something will at least get done. Plus, I don’t need to figure out what I “really” want, or put pressure on myself to find the ‘perfect’ inspiration. It’s going to be hard no matter what, anyway.

The downside of this is that having a plan to get back into a hobby by making it the most like work as possible seems… dumb.

Another possibility is that I continue just writing fragments, individual scenes, free writes, etc., instead of pursuing stories, multi-chapter fics, or other longer projects. This is basically all I’ve been doing since finishing the AWWNH Interlude a month ago. The most story-like thing I wrote since then was Fifteen Miles, which did require a couple false starts, but which is still under 2k and pretty simple. I actually do like the scenes I’ve written and it feels good but not stressful. I have found in the past though that when I do too much of this kind of writing, it starts to feel… difficult in itself because each story is short but it’s also something I have to start from scratch. Of course it’s not like I have to do a certain number of them, so I can keep my overall output small while still not losing the writing habit entirely.

Option three: it’s not about writing, it’s about planning. To be honest, this is all a part of me wants to do. Outlines. Brainstorms. Sit on my couch with a notebook and hand write vague ideas I may or may not ever write. I haven’t actually been doing this, or at least not precisely and not much, partially because I just haven’t had the time/energy for ANYTHING recently, and partially because… I guess in a way I feel like I don’t deserve it. Like planning new projects is for when you’re done with current projects. I realize this is unreasonable but it’s the truth.

And finally, I could try to really, really detach myself from any care about what I “should” be writing, and just write whichever of my ideas most speaks to me in any given moment or, otherwise, something chosen randomly, since often it’s hard to tell what I’m in the mood for (again, creating is hard, and it’s always hard—doing nothing is always easier than pursuing even the best, most interesting idea). I don’t necessarily ever have to finish anything, and I can work for as long as I want or don’t want. Realistically, I’m probably not going to have much of an audience for my fics again, at least not in this fandom, so I might as well really lean into writing things for me. I don’t owe anything to anyone! If it’s not enjoyable for me and I don’t like the finished project, it is not worth it, and I should cease to care.

This attitude is not in my nature but I could use more of it.

The truth is I do want to be able to post things again and have people actually want to read them, to have them look exciting etc., because I’m only human and I love validation. But that’s beyond my control. So I can’t get caught up in it, or let it distract me in any way.

Realistically, I’ll probably do a combination of these things. I’ve been collecting a large document of current projects and ideas for a little bit now; it’s one of the few creativity-adjacent things I have been able to do and have liked doing. I’m going to continue with that, and I’m going to try to make time to write on the weekend. I’m going to put a slight emphasis on requests since I feel the worst about those being unfinished. And otherwise I’m just going to work on random projects, and try to be as little concerned with quality as possible, at least for now. I’m also going to make time to just plan stuff for fun, since that’s something I actually do actively want to do (and I know that it’s a lot harder than it seems… it’s still ‘work’ in a sense, still ‘productive’).

I’ve been really topsy-turvy this week and now that it’s almost over… I’m not sure what to expect from the weekend. I hope to get enough rest today and tomorrow that I can actually accomplish stuff on the weekend itself. I might be going out on Saturday… depending on the weather, just to sit outside away from my apartment. Might do some notebook-writing then. It’s demoralizing to spend a long time on something and get little in return, in terms of word counts, etc., but I’m going to try to gear myself up for that likelihood, and focus on what I need the writing for: to get out of myself, to deeply imagine another time and place and other people who aren’t me, and be in their heads. I would like that. I am going to try.

#the year 2020 #2020: writing thoughts

[voltedyoongi]

lee minho- neighbour au

(listen i’m imagining the apartments from big bang theory coz i’m binging it rn so if you dk what that looks like get on google)

-so you’d been looking for a place to live for a while now since your best friend had announced she was going to move in with her boyfriend leaving you high and dry

-after a month of searching, you’d finally found the perfect place and today was moving day

-said best friend was currently on holiday with said boyfriend and you didn’t want any of your other friends getting too close to all your stuff so you were all on your on

-you couldn’t afford a moving truck so you were spending the day driving as many boxes as you can fit into your car to the new apartment taking them up the stairs one by one before going back to your old apartment to repeat the process

-you had reached the third box moving escapade of the day when you bumped box first (literally) into a group of guys as you went up the stairs

-‘oh, shit sorry’ you apologise, ‘didn’t see you over the box’ you laugh lightly.

-‘it’s okay’ one of the two guys says, ‘where are you going to? can we help you?’

-‘4B, and it’s fine really if i put my back out i’ll have an excuse to lie in bed all day’

-the two boys smile at your comment, nodding, ‘well we’re across the hall if you need us’ the second one says, ‘just knock if you need any help, those boxes seem heavy. i’m ‪jisung by the way, and this is jeongin’

-you smile gratefully, secretly relieved you wouldn’t have to lug boxes all day if you really didn’t want to.

-and that’s what it came to, you were tired and moody when you packed the last round of boxes into your car and got to your new apartment block. you grumpily hauled a box of pillows up the stairs to your apartment before glancing at 4A nervously, where jisung had said he and jeongin would be.

-it wasn’t that you found them particularly intimidating, they’d seemed lovely, it was more the notion of interrupting the evening of people you barely knew to ask them for strenuous help.

-alas, you really couldn’t be fucked to drag up the remaining five boxes, one of which was filled with books.

-so you reluctantly skulked across the hall and prepared yourself to have to socialise.

-you knock on the door, your nerves on fire, only nulled by the fact you were constantly reminding yourself jeongin and jisung seemed like really sweet guys who wouldn’t make a fuss of carrying some boxes.

-the door swings open and you internally freeze.

-a handsome man had answered with cute dark hair and a loose white t-shirt.

-‘shit shit shit’ you think, had you gotten the wrong apartment? were you about to completely embarrass yourself searching for two random men who didn’t even live here? no, surely not...they had said they lived across the hall from you...

-he looks at you expectantly and you kick into action

-‘erm sorry i’m looking for jisung and jeongin, they said they’d help me move some boxes upstairs from my car and to come across the hall...’

-‘oooh’ he chuckles, ‘sorry they’re not in right now, jisung doesn’t even live here’ he scoffs.

-‘oh sorry’ you mumble, ready to trudge down to your car and break your body with the last of those boxes

-but before you can turn he’s marching out his apartment to the stairs, he stops short of the third step and looks at you expectantly.

-‘you coming?’ he asks, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world

-‘where are you going?’ you answer cluelessly, it not quite clicking in your head

-‘downstairs to your car, that’s where the boxes are right? unless you’ve parked on the roof.’

-‘ye right’ you retort, matching his tone dripped in sarcasm ‘i can park my flying car on the roof but i can’t carry five boxes.’

-he grins at you, before walking down the stairs prompting you to follow in his wake

-you don’t get a chance to interact with him on the way down as he’s marched ahead so the next conversation you share is once you reach the pavement outside your block.

-‘which one’s yours?’ he asks, eyeing the cars around.

-you point to your small red car across the street and he grins

-‘why are you smiling?’ you tease him defensively, he shrugs still looking at your car ‘it’s cute, but i don’t think you could fly to the roof with it.’

-‘nah not quite,’ you grin back ‘maybe just the fifth floor’

-‘i admire your ambition’ he plays along, but before you can reply he’s halfway across the road to your car and you’re trudging after him.

-you press the button on your keys and unlock the boot to reveal the boxes.

-‘here we are’ you sigh ‘if you could help me on two trips, we can both take two up and then i’ll run down and grab the last, that would be great.’

-he nods, looking down at the boxes before taking the heaviest one, the one filled with all your books.

-but he doesn’t seem phased at all by it’s weight when it’s in his arms, he’s either very strong or very good at pretending not to be in pain at the hands of your literary collection

-you grab another, lighter, box and put it on the ground to close the boot. you pick it up and then to see that minho stayed and watched you do so rather than striding ahead again.

-‘not so fast this time?’ you ask, as you two walk across the road back to your building.

-he shrugs, but you don’t miss the way he flinches slightly at the weight. ‘didn’t want you left behind unable to carry your stuff’

-‘hey!’ you exclaim playfully, ‘i’m not that weak’

-‘alright sure, you’re strong as the hulk, just stop pouting’

-‘i never pout’ you pout- prompting him to scoff, but smile.

-you’ve made it to your building's entrance now, meaning you’ll have to conquer the stairs next. there’s not enough room for you to walk side by side with the boxes, so you opt to go in front of him.

-‘don’t you want you falling on me when you collapse under the weight of the box’

-he doesn’t answer so you turn around to look at him as you walk up, he looks back up at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

-you gasp jokingly, ‘did you just check my ass out?’

-he sees red, and looks down at the box in his arms, ‘no’ he mumbles, but you can the tips of ears are tomato coloured

-‘you totally checked out my ass’ you grin, stopping walking to make him look at you

-‘so what if i did?’ he says in a tone yk he wants you to take as a sarcastic quip, ‘take it as a compliment and keep walking’

-you do as he says, changing the subject but grinning from ear to ear.

-you put the boxes in your apartment and then go back down, friendly banter bouncing between the two of you the entire time, he even goes down alone to get the last box to let you start unpacking earlier.

-you’ve opened up your box of books when minho brings your box in, he places it on the floor before coming over to you and the box of books

-‘let’s see what was so worth me almost breaking my arms to get up here’

-you chuckle and let him lean forward to inspect your collection, ‘hmm...’ he muses ‘i approve.’

-your first instinct is to make a sarcastic comment but instead you hold back

-‘thanks’ you smile

-‘that’s okay’ he smiles back ‘i need to go set up i have some friends coming over, but i’ll catch up with you soon yeah?’

-‘yeah...thanks for all your help minho’

-‘that’s okay y/n’

--

-surprisingly you were doing a very good job unpacking, normally you'd procrastinate doing anything till you absolutely had to or until you died...whichever came first

-but today you were oddly eager to see how your new apartment would look all finished, and it was going well

- a pile of empty cardboard boxes had cultivated on your floor so you decided now was a good time to take them downstairs to the bins.

-you were on your way down the stairs when you bumped into none other than jisung and jeongin

-’hey!’ they grinned at you, prompting you to grin back, in a good mood having unpacked so well 

-’i see you managed to unpack’ commented jisung, nodding towards the collapsed boxes in your clutches

-’yep’ you smile, and im almost all done unpacking my stuff too, i’ve done well’

-’maybe you deserve a treat?’ jeongin says playfully, to which you raise your eyebrows

-’i like treats’ you reply, pushing him to tell you what he had in mind 

-’we’re having a little get together in our apartment right now, once you've gotten rid of those old boxes you should join us’

-you ponder the idea before eventually nodding, ‘that would actually be really nice...i’ll be right up’

--

-you ran across to your apartment to change into something a bit more appropriate, a tank top and shorts weren't going to quite cut it today

-you slid on some comfy yet sleek jeans with a white crop top that highlighted you figure oh-so-casually

-you brushed your hair quickly and then made your way across the hall for the second time in a day 

-you knocked but before you could pull your hand away the door had swung open and you were met with an overjoyed jisung

-he grabs you by the arm and pulls you in shouting happily about your arrival, had he somehow managed to get drunk in the short time it took for you to change?

-he wraps his arm around your shoulder, a beer in his hand

-’guys meet y/n! y/n meet the guys’

-you glance around nervously, there were 8 other guys including jeongin and minho and a few had girls sitting on their laps who you assumed were there girlfriends

-there was a chorus of ‘heys and his’ in response to your introduction but you couldn’t help but notice that minho hadn’t said anything, instead sifting through the takeout container on his lap

-jisung’s breath stunk of beer as he howled out at the silent boy ‘minhooooOoooo say hello to my new frienddd’

-you stand there awkwardly before minho looks up smirking ‘oh, we've already met.’

-’you guys know each other?!’ questions jeongin, to which you nod

-minho pats the arm of the big armchair he was sitting on, still smirking at you, ‘come sit with me y/n, everyone else here is a little bit drunk’ he playfully whispers loudly, nodding towards jisung.

-you smile back at him, the banterous connection you guys had shared earlier rising to the surface. you awkwardly perch on the arm of his chair and he begins to quietly tell you everyone’s names so you don't feel too lost.

-as the night continued the boys and girls around you got more and more drunk, leaving only you and minho as the sober ones. normally you'd be drinking alongside with them but you felt weird getting drunk with people you barely knew, and it didn't really matter minho was there to be sober with you.

-the two of you stayed perched on the armchair together, chatting between yourselves happily and pretty much ignoring everyone else

-at one point one of the boys had knocked into you sending you toppling onto minho’s lap, 

-’changbin!’ he hissed at the raven-haired giggly boy who was tripping and giggling away from you two already 

-’sorry’ minho apologised, rolling his eyes but moving up on the chair so that you didn't have to get off. instead you had your bum on the cushion of the chair with your legs over his lap, and the conversation continued.

-eventually, the party died down, the guys with girlfriends were stumbling around with their mouths attached to each other most definitely pursuing something further

-’well’ you sighed, rising from minho’s lap ‘i’m gonna go back before babies start to be conceived.’

-he stands up with you, smiling at your comment. ‘not a bad plan, i’ll walk you to my door’

-you make your way through the pairs of people either making out or having ‘single person banter’

-’well’ you finish as you get to minho’s front door ‘it was very nice being the only sober one with you’

-’ditto’ he grins back, nodding along.

-’bye...’ you say happily, before walking across the hall to your apartment

--

-you were alone in your apartment for approximately half an hour before there was another knock 

-you trudge tiredly to open the door but wake up as soon as you see who it is 

-’minho? what’s up?’ 

-he stands there nonchalantly, but there’s hints of nervousness in hs demeanour

-’erm...’ he smiles half heartedly ‘you know how you said people in there were gonna be making babies? well they’ve kind of already started in my room...think i could crash on your couch for tonight?’

-’hmmm’ you muse playfully to which he grins and rolls his eyes, sticking his tongue into the side of his cheek to convey his annoyance. ‘of course you can’ you laugh opening the door and nodding him in ‘but only because you carried my books upstairs’

-’ah of course’ he plays along, walking inside ‘we’re even now’

-’well...i don't know, i think you still owe me one really’ you cheek, closing the door behind him.

-‘oh yeah?’ he quips

-’yeah.’ you reply defiantly 

-and then he’s kissing you.

-he’s clearly had something to drink since you left because you can taste the alcohol on his lips, but something tells you this isn't some tipsy fluke

-when you pull away he grins, nuzzling his nose against yours. ‘now we’re even’ he chuckles.

-he give you another quick peck before pulling away and walking to the door

-’wha- where are you going?’

-’oh, i lied about my bedroom i don't need the couch. i’ll see you tomorrow y/n’ he smirks before leaving

-and with that he was gone and you were alone with your thoughts and the taste of alcohol from his lips on yours.

it was getting a bit longgg but i can write a part two if y’all want lmao just tell me

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[nctzendreamz]

thin apologies/part 1

mark lee x reader x vernon

angst/fluff

authors note: mark lee my baby I love u lmaooo <333

he promised.

that was the only sentence you could force yourself to think at this moment. maybe it was because this wasn’t the first nor third time he had ditched you, or maybe because you were slowly becoming done with the whole ordeal. yes, this was date number three featuring mark leaving you all alone, but hey, at least you weren’t stuck in a restaurant waiting for him? or sitting in some random parking lot waiting on his manager to bring him to you. nah, you were chilling at your own apartment, and if he didn’t want to spend time with you he didn’t have to worry about it after tonight.

maybe you were overreacting, but did it really matter? in the stories, he’d come home and you’d complain, followed by the two of you arguing because “you’re not an idol how could you ever understand?” not this time. you were an idol, so you understood more than anyone how limited time could be. that wasn’t your issue. your issue was all of the thin promises he always gave you. why agree on something you know wasn’t going to happen? you didn’t understand.

you brought it up to him. his answer would be a simple “i thought I could make it...I’m sorry baby.” oh baby. hearing it from him could make any girl weak in the knees, especially you...previously you should say. now it was just annoying. how dare he see a stupid word as his scapegoat.

your phone vibrated, and you didn’t have to look to know that it was the famous text. either a “i’m running late.” , or a “baby I’m so sorry, but I’m going to have to rain check.”

when you looked at your phone, you were shocked to not see marks name on your phone, but instead vernon.

you and vernon had pretty much been close friends since seventeen debuted, you both being the English representatives of your groups and also your similar personalities. it wasn’t rare for the two of you to talk, but at this hour you weren’t expecting it.

hey wyd rn kid?? - vernon

disappointed, wbu?

disappointed? why? who do I have to fight? - vernon

your friend mark...he forgot we had a date...again lmao

“my friend” headass. don’t try to play me. - vernon

lmaoooo! what do you mean? ya’ll are best friends????

suddenly Vernon was facetiming you, and you answered without hesitation. you were still laughing

“you really think this is funny huh?” he said.

“absolutely.”

“yeah well you know what I think is funny...you’re alone right now.”

anybody else would’ve been offended, but this was the foundation of you and vernons relationship, teasing each other in serious situations to make the other feel better.

“ha ha,” you said sarcastically, “am I really this worthless? like be honest.” you questioned as you smiled sadly through the phone. vernon’s sweet smile went from a happy one to an upset pout

“don’t ever call yourself worthless. he’s the worthless one. if he can’t see how amazing you are that’s his problem and you shouldn’t just sit here and take it.”

“but...i love him.”

“yeah...that always sucks doesn’t it?” he said almost to himself instead of you. “i know it’s late, but how about I come keep you company y/n. you deserve to be happy for at least a few hours don’t you think?” he chuckled.

it wasn’t a terrible idea. right now you needed to be around someone who actually cared about you, and vernon was a clear candidate. “yeah let me just get dressed. I’ll come pick you up.”

“y/n did you really think I was going to allow you to leave your house this late?”

“well who else is going to get you here?”

“your ever heard of uber?” he was smiling through the phone. you could feel it.

“what if you get caught-

“i didn’t.”

he didn’t? was he already-

ding dong.

“vernon!” you yelled through the phone.

“are you going to let me in or is there a password?”

you ran to the door, still dolled up from the time you were supposed to be spending with mark. vernon quickly stepped in, taking his time to look at you.

“woah.”

“what? you just saw me on the phone vernon.” you laughed as you went into your kitchen to grab him a water.

“thank you.” he whispered as he took it from you, still not taking his eyes off you. “it’s just...you’re so...ugly.” he smirked before moving to dodge your hits.

“shut up!” you laughed, loudly this time. it was rare that being with friends made you forget about mark, but vernon was doing that right now. “you stay your ass right there and I’ll be back. i should probably take all this off.” you whispered while pointing to you and all your current glory.

“take your time.” he whispered, smiling at you.

“oh trust me,” you began walking in slow motion, “I will.” you laughed as you disappeared into the hallway. it didn’t take you too long to go back to your original form. your scarf was tied around your head, and you had on a T-shirt and some pajama pants because it was quite chilly in your house.

“awe.” vernon cooed as you dragged your feet over to him on the couch. he already had Netflix opened and found some snacks from your pantry to eat you had noticed.

“don’t awe me.” you placed the blanket over you, reclining your couch before staring up into the ceiling with a sigh. “thank you vernon.” you could feel him staring at you.

“ah, I haven’t done much. you’ve always been there for me.”

“not like this.” you said in a guilty tone.

“well no you haven’t surprised me with a big box of donuts and a new video game,” he laughed, “but you did what you could. whenever I was in a crisis you always called. plus, it’s hard to be as good as me.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his antics. you began to play in his hair out of instinct. “enough about me. what’s going on in the life of hansol?”

“nothing much,” he whispered, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his scalp while staring at the ceiling as you now stared at him. “i’m like a robot these days. i wake up, go to practice, go back to the dorm, sleep. every day.”

“well you didn’t do that today.” you smiled.

“yeah, i just slept.” you both laughed, “you know they say it’s unhealthy to sleep all day. it feels good, but it makes your body angry apparently.”

“too much of a good thing is always a bad thing.”

“not everything.” he said, still looking at the ceiling.

“okay, give me an example.”

“you.” he said, looking right at you now.

suddenly your heart stopped. was he flirting with you? “what about me?”

“i’m just saying people can never get tired of you. if anything, too much of you is too good.”

“yeah? well clearly mark doesn’t think so.” you said, checking your phone even though you knew there would be nothing.

“well mark is stupid.”

“i’m not disagreeing.” you chuckled sadly.

“i mean look at all this.” he said, pointing to the food you had cooked for you and mark that stayed on the table. “what kind of boyfriend doesn’t come home to this?”

you stayed silent, letting him voice his opinion.

“sorry.” he apologized. “me and jihun didn’t work out.” he said suddenly, switching the subject back to him.

“what! why? she seemed really into you?” you shot up.

“yeah, well she was really interested in mingyu too.” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“you’re kidding me!”

“nope.” he breathed out.

“enough about stupid people.” you said, reclining the chair on the same level as vernon. “here,” you handed him the remote, “you pick.”

he gasped in an over exaggerated manner. “who are you?”

“shut up before I change my mind.” you laughed before moving to lay your head on his shoulder. suddenly, vernon placed his arm over your shoulder so you could cuddle closer into him. you didn’t know why, but you didn’t mind it. you should’ve pulled away, but you couldn’t bring yourself too.

“is this okay?” he whispered so low you barely heard it.

“yeah...it’s okay.” you whispered.

from there the two of you laid like that and watched some movie that vernon put on, but you couldn’t focus. all you could think about was how you were laying in another man's arms and you felt your heart fluttering. that wasn’t supposed to be happening. your thoughts didn’t carry on too long, because soon after you felt yourself dozing off, and everything went black.

it was the wee hours of the morning when your phone rang, and then vibrated, indicating someone had called and texted you.

you and vernon slept through it.

baby❤️:

y/n i know you’re sound asleep right now, and even if you aren’t you don’t want to talk to me. i don’t even know what to say other than i’m the worst boyfriend in the world. i forgot about last night. i won’t even lie. please let me make it up to you tomorrow. i love you and when you wake up please call me so I can apologize the right way.

#nct #seventeen #nct scenario #seventeen scenario #nct127

[ohwhatamessiam]

All or Nothing  - Chapter 12

Summary: It’s been three years since she left him and Bucky is still trying to move on from their relationship. She survived his worst nightmare, but is it really over? And is there any hope for their relationship to begin again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Bisexual!Reader, Bisexual!Reader X OC

Word Count: 4.7k+

Warnings: Language I’m sure. Alcohol to cope with awkward situations. Some feelings to top it off.

A/N: Hi everyone! I know it’s been literally 6 months since I’ve updated this story and I am so, so, very sorry. Work has been quite interesting (I’m in the midst of literal retail hell rn) and my writing inspiration has severely wavered, but I’m still trying guys. I think I got everyone tagged that I could, since it’s been forever since I last updated this story, and many of you have new urls. A huge thank you to @fangirlisms-22​ for always using her free time to read whatever the hell I’m working on. Here’s the Spotify playlist for the entire fic. I love feedback, so send me your thoughts and feelings anytime! 

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This is the sequel to Give, so check out the first series here.

All or Nothing | Masterlist

The edge of my high heel tapped against the slick floors outside of Pepper Pott’s office. This was too big of an opportunity to pass up, but that didn’t stop me from being so nervous about it. I needed a job. I’d actually needed one since I’d finished healing. Since I’d stopped talking to anyone on the team but Wanda and Sam. Since Nikki and I had broken up.

A year had passed since I’d been in a building owned by Tony Stark, although I was pretty sure that Pepper actually owned all these buildings now. It was her company.

She knew about me, I knew she had to. The message she’d left me last week was too friendly for her to not know about me. Tony had to have told her what the team had done for me, and what I’d done to them.

I’d sent them on a year long mission to track down Ghost, and yet they still knew very little. There was no actual name for him, only a string of aliases he deserted after each use. He rarely met his employees or his clients in person, and when he did he always obscured his face or phased between corporeality and not. And his ability to hack was nearly unparalleled. Tony even hired better hackers than himself, and few could foil the guy. And when they did, it was only for a second before their computers tended to catch on fire.

What they had found was that he considered himself an activist. An anti-capitalist, targeting politicians and the government quite a bit. Which is why Tony and the Avengers had found themselves in his sights.

I’d been safe since Konstantin’s death. No one had bothered me back in Virginia, but my panic button still sat safely in my purse, clutched against my hip even today.

I glanced at my phone one last time and Pepper’s office door opened as my phone clock changed. Right on time.

“Hi (Y/N),” she smiled as she motioned for me to follow her through the frosty glass of her office. Pushing out of my seat, I tucked my purse under my arm and took a deep breath. I got this.

“Hello, Pepper,” I forced, trying make myself feel and look less stressed. I followed her into her spacious, minimalistic, and bright space. A full wall of her office was nothing but window, and for a moment I got caught on the fact that I could see almost all of Manhattan. She was on the 42nd floor, and although I’d never been afraid of heights, I could develop that phobia if I were to stay here too long.

I waited until she took a seat behind her glass desk, and the second I sunk into the plush chair across from her, I knew I’d never want to get up. Her hair was pinned back tightly, just more evidence of the tidy order by which she runs her life and her company. I almost laughed as I tried to imagine her and Tony having a shared living space. Him being so chaotic and her so organized. But then Tony probably paid people to keep his life together.

Pepper leaned her elbows on her desk as she watched me closely, her lips betraying the smallest smile. “Take some deep breaths, (Y/N). This is just a friendly interview, nothing too scary or serious.”

“Sorry,” I simpered. “I just really want this job.”

“Well luckily for you, you have some amazing references,” she winked and settled back in her seat. “So tell me why you want this so badly?”

“Uhh, the last year has been tough,” my eyes darted down to her desk, and barely caught the ring on her finger, but then tried to focus back on her face. “After what happened, after I missed all that work, my job was not waiting for me when I got back. It would be great to actually have a job that puts my skills to use.”

“That’s a good start.”

“And I’m not sure how involved the team would be with all this, but I don’t want to get this position from just my connections alone. I want my qualifications to speak for themselves.”

Pepper glanced toward the tablet on her desk that she had my resume pulled up on. “I knew you were qualified for this job before I even reached out to you. What I really wanted to talk to you about was how you feel about all this.”

“Oh, I’d be more than happy to take on this position.”

“But do you think you can separate the team from you needing to do your job?”

“I’d like to think I could, and as long as they’re not my direct clients, I stand by that. But I’m also completely aware that it’s a conflict of interest if they are my clients. They’re my friends and they’ve done so much for me. No matter how hard I’d try to be impartial and professional, I know I could never fully do that.”

Pepper’s controlled smile turned into a full grin. “And that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She closed out of my resume and stood up quickly. She reached across the desk to offer me her hand and panic shot through me. Did I just fuck this up? I took her hand as I got up, my pinched brows betraying my confusion.

“You’ve got the job.”

The team stepped off the quinjet, already peeling off their suits and hurrying to get a shower. It had been the first mission Tony had gone on in a while, and he was feeling a little rusty. He made a mental note to try to get Peter out of class next time something this last minute came up, and then he made an amendment to that note to only do it in a huge emergency.

Bucky pulled off his fingerless glove and popped open the snaps on his vest as he headed up the stairs. Tony jogged after him as the nanomites of his suit retreated to his watch. Tony’s fingers barely ghosted Bucky’s shoulder before he turned quickly, leveling Tony with a glare, “What Stark?”

“I uh, wanted to have a friendly chat,” Tony forced a smile, but it didn’t make it past his lips.

“We don’t do that,” Bucky answered, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re right,” Tony nodded and followed Bucky as he continued down the hall. “But I figured it’d be better for you to hear it from me, than to find out another way.”

“What is it?”

“So there was an opening within Stark Industries and Pepper needed it filled pretty quickly. After looking at several resumes that were-”

“Tony,” Bucky cut in.

“(Y/N) now works for Stark Industries.” Tony’s words made Bucky hesitate as he reached his door. “Her office is in Manhattan and she won’t be seeing any of you guys as part of her job, she’ll strictly be working with the Stark security team and the HR department, but as you know the security team often has individuals stationed here that don’t have to answer to the government or the UN.”

Barnes opened his door, keeping his back to Tony and he didn’t respond to his words. He stepped into his room but Tony stuck his hand out, catching the door before it closed. As eager as Barnes seemed to escape him, Tony still wasn’t done.

“We tried to figure out a way to keep her away from here for safety purposes, but I can’t promise that you’ll never see her around.”

Bucky’s fingers clenched around his door knob as he turned back to Tony, “Thank you for letting me know.”

He tried to yank the door closed but Tony pried it open again. He was never very good at being concise. “Also, we’re throwing her a welcome party at our penthouse in the city. The team will be attending, but I figured you might want to steer clear,” the way Bucky’s eyes bore into Tony’s made him nearly gulp, “or not.”

“Thanks,” Bucky answered as he forced the door closed.

Tony stood there for a second, stunned somehow by the coldness Bucky exhibited that barely hid his actual reaction. Tony had only seen Bucky this shaken once. When he’d found out (Y/N) was abducted last year. But maybe it was time for him to get used to a Bucky with more emotional range.

Bucky didn’t know how to process this. There were so many things swirling around in his chest. Happiness that she had a good job and would be closer to the team if she needed them. Trepidation because he might actually have to acknowledge her existence to the others. Fear that her being involved with the company would only continue to put her in harm’s way. Hope that he’d see her, even just in passing. Longing to do more than just see her. And the smallest tinge of anger that a year later, he still couldn’t promise her safety. And that maybe he never could.

It all bubbled up in him so rapidly that he actually had to reach out for the wall next to his door to keep himself stable. He’d tried so hard to bury all this. She’d been out of sight, out of mind.

He hadn’t said her name since right after she’d left a year ago. He hadn’t checked on her through the teams surveillance or connections. She’d even stopped frequenting his dreams. He was trying to move on.

He had actually gone on a couple dates a few months back. Of course Natasha had set it up, but it didn’t really go anywhere.

Sure, he hadn’t felt the same way about anyone else as he did her, and he was pretty sure he never would. But he’d made peace with that. After all the terrible things he’d done, it was okay if he couldn’t be with her. That only seemed fair.

But he didn’t know if he could see her around, just casually working, talking to Stark’s people. His ability to not think about her, think about how much he missed her, only worked if she was far away. Absent from his life, never close enough to see or talk to.

But that didn’t seem like a luxury he would have much longer.

The town car came to a stop at the end of the block, but I couldn’t force my fingers to move for the door handle. Of course Stark’s car service gave me no option, as the driver got out and opened the door for me.

His eyes caught mine and for a second, his professional facade dropped as he squatted in front of the door. “Need me to circle around the block a couple times?”

Would delaying this make it any less unnerving? Less uncomfortable?

Sure, these were my friends and acquaintances, but this whole night dedicated just to me getting hired felt weird and wrong. And no one knew that Nikki wouldn’t be coming. No one knew anything about my last year alone.

But putting this off or cancelling would only leave more questions for me to answer.

“No, but thank you,” I answered and he nodded. He pushed himself up and offered his hand to help me out of the backseat. I took it, using him to steady my steps as I tried to stand in my heels. I hadn’t worn a pair this high or this unsupportive in a long time. Match them with some restrictively tight undergarments to make sure my dress would be flattering, and walking had become near impossible.

The driver offered to help me into the building but I dropped his hand quickly. Of all the things I had to do tonight, walking in this outfit needed to be the easiest. But he stayed behind to make sure I got into the building alright.

After I pushed through the glass doors I looked back at him, letting him know I’d be okay. He gave me one last nod and finally walked back around the car. Another deep breath in, and I pressed the elevator button.

Would Bucky be here tonight? I knew Wanda and Sam were coming, they’d texted me congratulating me for getting the job and telling me how excited they were to see me tonight, but who else would be there. Obviously Pepper and Tony would be there, they were the hosts of this party, but would Steve bother? And would Nat show up? And if they did, wouldn’t they have told Bucky to stay away to make this easier for both of us?

The elevator binged as the doors opened, reminding me that I had somewhere to be. I stepped inside and immediately noticed the security cameras in the corners. As I pushed the penthouse button a woman’s voice spoke to me.

“We’ve been expecting you, (Y/N).” I pulled my hand back as the elevator doors closed and looked around the tiny space. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y. and I work for Mr. Stark.”

“Ohh-, okay.” I squeezed my hands together as I felt us ascend.

“Are you cold?” she asked. “I can warm the elevator up.”

“Uh, no,” I answered, noticing how my twitchy, clenched hands might give her that idea. “I’m just nervous. But I would take something to warm up my insides.”

“I do not have the ability to serve you a cocktail while you’re in this elevator, but I assure you there will be plenty of drinks at your destination.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. And I knew she was just AI, but I could imagine F.R.I.D.A.Y. smiling with me.

The elevator reached the penthouse as she left me with her last piece of advice, “Enjoy yourself tonight, (Y/N). This is a Stark party, and Tony loves a fun and inebriated time, you should try to as well.”

And with that, the doors slid open.

The open-concept space was a soft blue tone, and a gold banner that read “congratulations” hung from the ceiling. People were scattered around the room, seated on various couches and chairs. Sam jumped up first as I stepped out of the elevator. His warm smile greeted me as he yelled, “Congratulations!” and rushed to me. His long arms wrapped around me tightly, reminding me of his wings for only a moment.

Wanda approached us, but Sam’s arms continued squeezing me as he spoke into my ear, “I’ve missed you so much, (Y/N).” I hugged him back and he lifted me off the ground. My eyes grew wide with surprise as I made eye contact with Wanda. A smile graced her features and I knew she was doing her best not to laugh at me.

There was a group of people standing behind her, some I knew but several I didn’t, and I knew she caught onto the overwhelming anxiety running through me. Sam’s comfort might have kept me together outwardly, but my brain and heart were a different story.

Wanda reached out for a champagne flute as a caterer passed by and held it out to me. When Sam finally let my feet touch the ground, I patted him on the back and reached for her offering. Alcohol would hopefully make my brain quiet. She gave me a second to down it before her own arms wrapped around me. “I know this is the most attention you’ve had on you since last year, but I promise this room won’t be trying to cut you open or stitch you up.”

“Speak for yourself, I have a feeling some of these business people would love to do just that to me. And you know I would have been chugging champagne then if I hadn’t been on copious pain killers.”

Her laugh brushed my cheek as she pulled back, and I wished I could just stay locked into this private moment for another second. Wanda knew what I was thinking, what I was feeling. And she’d probably be the only person that night who understood what I was going through.

“It’s good to see you. And it’s even better that you’re in one piece now,” a woman’s voice snarked from behind me. Nat. She grabbed me before my fingers even left Wanda’s shoulders. Her hair covered my eyes and I pushed it away before I hugged her back. As I looked past our group, two familiar forms stood at the other side of the room.

Steve was one of them, his hands tucked in his pockets as he smiled at me, his head tilted forward in a greeting. The other sent a jolt through me.

Metal and flesh hands joined around a beer bottle, shoulders squared off, making himself tall. But his blue eyes met mine and then bounced away. Even after all this time away from each other, we still weren't at the place to pretend to be friendly. And god, how I wished we were already. It would make this night easier.

“Where’s Nikki?” Nat asked as she let me go.

I hesitated, not sure how they’d take this. Would they be happy I was single again? Would they try to push me back towards Bucky, if he was even still interested? Or would they try to play it off like it was nothing and tiptoe around the subject for the rest of the night? Or would Nat try to set me up with someone new, since she was well known for trying to play matchmaker.

“Oh uh, we… we broke up about a year ago.”

“What?” Sam asked, blinking as he stepped closer to me. “What did she do? Did she-”

“No Sam,” I shook my head and placed a hand on his arm. “It was mutual. We-, we weren’t the same people when we went back to Virginia as we were when we left.”

“I was really rooting for you two,” Nat cut in. “But sometimes it’s better to move on than stick around and be unhappy.”

A gentle hand rested on my shoulder and I immediately felt my mood perk up. It was Wanda, doing her best to keep me together. But she couldn’t stay attached to me the entire night.

“I’d really rather not talk about it tonight,” I managed a tight-lip smile. “I’m here to see you all and meet some of my new coworkers.”

“Then you’re gonna need another drink for that,” Wanda grinned. I nodded at her, and as she took her hand off me, every thing she’d suppressed came rushing back. My worry that this conversation about Nikki wasn’t over. Concern that this night would be a trainwreck, and that nobody would like me at Stark Industries. The fear that Bucky and I would get shoved together, and that I would only end up hurting him again. And the dread that maybe Bucky had moved past me. That maybe whatever part of me that still loved him, had always loved him, was just clinging to something I could never have.

I took one more deep breath as she handed me another drink, and then turned to the rest of the party with a forced smile.

“I’d like to make a toast,” Tony announced 30 minutes into the party. I’d barely made it through half of the Stark Industries’ representatives, and another drink. The crowd grew quiet though, and I was glad to turn away from the boring shop talk a couple of executives had roped me into. I didn’t even know what half of it meant, and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be important to my position either.

“You’re all here because (Y/N Y/L/N) tonight. She’s the newest addition to the Stark Industries family.”

“It’s a company, not a family,” Pepper cut in, knowing Tony might have been talking to the Avengers team and not actually her employees. “But we encourage you all to get familiar with each other. (Y/N) will likely have to review or work with all of you eventually.”

“But tonight’s celebration isn’t just to congratulate her on her new position. It’s also to congratulate her on her regained safety.” My heart jumped into my throat, drying out my mouth as I desperately tried to swallow the discomfort.

“Last year (Y/N) was placed in harm’s way and got pretty banged up in the process. But tonight, I’m glad to announce that the person who harmed her is in custody.” Tony’s eyes held mine and he nodded at me, reacting to my wide eyes. “He’ll be put in the darkest cell imaginable, and won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again. So tonight is to new beginnings for her within the company, and to shutting the door on a traumatizing experience.”

“I can’t wait to see how (Y/N) flourishes at Stark Industries,” Pepper added, rerouting my congratulations speech. “And I have faith that she’ll bring nothing but support, innovation, and balance to us.”

The crowd turned to me, their hands clapping, their faces smiling, but I couldn’t hang on that. Ghost was in custody. Ghost was going to be in prison. I was supposed to be safe, but I felt everything but that. If he was in custody, that meant that he was closer to us than he had been in a year. He was close enough to hurt anyone of us in person.

I forced a smile until the applause died down, and then I headed for the bar. Maybe alcohol would dull this overwhelming dread in my gut.

I’d heard the rumors about what Ghost could do. He could be invisible, he could walk through walls. He was known for never being caught, and him suddenly being in custody? That didn’t feel right. Unless he wanted to be in custody. What could he do from inside? Who could he hurt?

I couldn’t handle anyone being hurt or killed because they went after him. Because they wouldn’t leave him alone after what he had done to me. I wasn’t worth the trouble.

The bartender placed a whiskey in front of me, my second of the night, and I gulped it down greedily. She noticed and poured me another before I had the chance to ask. As I nursed the third, my limbs grew heavier, the liquor was starting to work so much that I didn’t recognize the quiet “Hey” that came from my left.

I turned to him. His blue eyes focusing on the drink in my hand, still avoiding my eyes. His dark hair had grown out and was pulled into a tiny bun behind his head. And he was dressed nicer than I’d ever seen him. From across the room, I thought he was in jeans, but I was wrong. He had on a nice pair of wool pants and a white button-down dress shirt. But he was never a formal guy. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he still had boots on, they just weren’t of the military variety. His metal hand held his own drink, an American brand beer.

“Hey,” I answered, the word coming out quiet and breathy. His eyes rose to mine, and whatever the alcohol had been dulling transformed into something even sharper. Heartbreak.

I thought we were okay. I thought we’d left things in a good place this time, but my heart hurt as I stared at him and he stared right back. It would have been easier if he was over me. It would have been easier if I’d lied and said Nikki couldn’t come tonight. But I hadn’t, and somehow he’d found out. There was the tiniest gleam of hope there. Hope that this might be our time.

But I couldn’t promise him that. And I didn’t know if I ever could again.

“Congratulations on the job. You deserve it,” he spoke, his voice low. He finally let my gaze go and looked back at his drink.

“I’m sorry that this-, this is how we’re having to do this. You shouldn’t have to see me at work. You shouldn’t have to talk to me at a Stark party. You don’t deserve that.”

His head turned quickly, a confused look pinching his brows, “What are you talking about?” That look pulled at my chest. He looked like my Bucky. But he wasn’t my Bucky, and he hadn’t been for a long time.

“I didn’t have to talk to you tonight. I didn’t have to come. Tony actually begged me not to. And Steve’s been offering to run interference so I wouldn’t have to talk to you for a week.” A soft chuckle curled his bottom lip. “I had to sick the kid on him to get him away from me.”

He moved to the side, revealing Peter excitedly talking to a politely interested Steve at the other end of the bar. I felt my own smile twist up my lips. And I saw his hope blossoming into something bigger.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”

“But why would you want to be here? I broke your heart. I left you.”

“I-, I know. But I can’t ignore you forever. We’ll have to see each other at HQ.”

“I figured we’d just keep it civil. Polite greetings in passing.” The alcohol may have stopped working on my emotions, but it certainly had loosened my mouth. I would have never admitted that to him before.

“I hope we can be more than just civil, (Y/N). It might, actually be nice if we could even be friends.”

After everything that had happened between us, could we be just that? Friends? I wasn’t sure, but I’d hoped we could try it out someday.

“I- I’d like that,” I nodded. We smiled at each other for a moment, and my own villainous hope started to bubble up too. I didn’t need to get his, or my own feelings built up to just get tore down again. I couldn’t do that to him again.

“(Y/N)! Congratulations!” a chipper voice whooped from behind me. It was Peter with Steve in tow, and I exchanged a private glance at Bucky. He rolled his eyes before turning to them. Steve still wasn’t giving up.

Peter threw his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. I’d met this boy once and I barely even knew anything about him, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. Plus, the overwhelming scent of liquor that came from mouth might have had something to do with his friendliness.

Steve’s hand came down on Peter’s shoulder, trying to reign him back in. He tugged him away from me and gave me a sympathetic shrug.

“I can’t wait to see you around more often! Maybe you’ll tell me about these guy’s personal lives, since they literally never tell me anything. But they know everything about me!” I couldn’t help but smile back at his goofy grin.

“You’re an open book Pete,” Steve cut in, trying to push Peter away from the bar. “It’s good to see you. And congratulations.”

Steve visibly struggled with forcing Peter to leave me alone, and he gave Bucky a panicked look. That soft, warm chuckle graced my ears again, nearly melting my insides.

“He’s a lot stronger than he looks,” Bucky added as he pushed out of his stool. I watched him use his metal arm to grab Peter’s other shoulder to force him forward. “I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”

“See ya,” I barely got out before Nat was sliding into the space Bucky had just left.

“Feeling a little fucked up yet? Because you absolutely should,” she asked as she ordered a refill of her cocktail.

“Ohh in more ways than one.” I glanced one last time over my shoulder at Bucky. A smile stretched across his face as he tried to get Peter away from the small dancefloor.

“I can’t help you with all of that, but I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

And she did.

After I finally got to thank Tony and Pepper for their kindness and generosity, Nat loaded us into a town car and took me back to my new apartment. Unsurprisingly, she knew my address better than I did. And while I didn’t remember asking her to spend the night, I woke up the next morning to her making pancakes in my kitchen, wearing a set of my pajamas that we’re way too big for her.

But even having her there only reduced the fear gnawing at me slightly.

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[gcbrielst]

a XAVIER SERRANO lookalike just rolled into new york city in his porsche gts. gabriel trevino just had a birthday bash for his twenty third. i doubt he’ll make it here in new york city since i hear he tends to be choleric, but on the other hand he is jovial. ( cismale & he/him )

wow hi ,,, it’s me, aj ! this intro is gonna be better than the first bc that was so bad but hey to the old/new members !! i’m looking forward to interacting with y’all ( again, if u’ve met my annoying ass before ) that i could just explode rn but i won’t fjgskl;j but yeah you can find out more about gabriel down under :’) & if u wanna plot give this a lil like & i’ll come thru the dm’s !

TW: death & drug use

GABRIEL’S BACKSTORY

anthony trevino & sofia costa originally met in madrid, spain having met as children through their families. the trevino family was well-known for owning several vineyards across spain, whereas the costa’s owned a few of their own in italy. it’s a cliche story, becoming best friends throughout their childhood and, eventually, started to date when they were 15. things were easy for them ( most of the time ), & it helped that both sides of the family supported & encouraged everything they decided to do together. not to mention that, well, the money they received from their parents helped, too. by the time high school graduation flew by for them, both the trevino’s & the costa’s decided to have their children be part of the businesses and named them official owners of all the vineyards. with this came plenty of traveling, meetings, events, wine exhibitions, etc. together until, eventually, they got married in their early 20s. you know the feeling of being on top of the world? that’s them to a T for several years after, even after knowing each other since they were little ones. however, it wasn’t until they reached the age of 26 when they finally felt as if things were truly complete: they gave birth to a little baby boy aka gabe!

from there, they tried their best to make sure their son grew up perfectly. never pressured him about opening up, always made sure he wasn’t feeling neglected, other things similar to that. it’s what made gabriel so dependent and close with his parents for so many years. the kind of love he’s witnessed from his parents was, & still is, something that he wants for himself. they’re the sole reason why he’s such a little romantic at heart despite coming off as the opposite to everyone. his best memories with them is flying out back to spain or italy, visiting his uncles, aunts, grandparents, & so on while checking up on the vineyards. back in the day, the trevino trio were inseparable. that is ... until he turned 13. one night in april 2007, gabe was staying over a family friend’s home while his parents went to a formal event. things were fine, everything seemingly normal --- until they received an unexpected call from a local hospital. unfortunately, it turns out that anthony & sofia were hit by a drunk driver on their way to pick their son up. sofia died on impact while her husband sadly passed in the ambulance. the news was heartbreaking, so much so that when gabriel heard of their deaths he spent the remainder of the night ( & the following week ) locked in the guest room of the house crying & blaming himself for what happened despite the fact that he couldn’t control the events that occurred. 

of course, their deaths would have a detrimental effect on their son. the family friends that were with him that night ( michael & caroline maher ) soon adopted gabe into their family, despite the sudden closed-off & destructive personality change as a result from the accident. he wasn’t taking things as seriously as before, which left him getting into the wrong crowd. by the time he was 16, he began getting into hardcore drugs ( e.g. coke ) because of the terrible influences of his so-called “friends” at the time and overall became a toxic person to be around. it was so bad, in fact, that he developed a hefty addiction. this went on for about a bit over a year or so with no one really recognizing this ( thanks to his ability to hide behind a facade so well ). it wasn’t until two years later, though, when gabriel just graduated from high school that he had been caught participating in these kind of activities by his adoptive parents; one day, while tidying his room, caroline found his stash inside his closet and immediately went hysterical. due to this, they forced gabe to go into rehab, not wanting to see the boy their best friends’ left in their care to disappear like his parents. he wasn’t overjoyed about this; in fact, he was in denial over the fact that he had a problem. though, seeing how distressed mike & caroline were over finding his coke had him feeling an immense amount of guilt. so, although reluctantly, he agreed. 

90 days later & fresh out of rehab, he’s feeling the best he’s felt in a long ass time!! he spends a few months with mike & caroline, wanting to apologize & thoroughly make up for his behavior over the years. he spent endless amounts of time trying to show just how grateful he was for the fact that they took him in & stayed by his side throughout everything. though, he wasn’t satisfied with just running his family’s vineyards; in fact, he always had strong feelings for music. so, impulsively, gabe started to take dj lessons. it was a lot of hard work & dedication on his part, but this was something he absolutely loved doing. besides, he always thought that dj’s were cool. he worked his ass off, practicing everyday to perfect his craft until, eventually, he started booking gigs. by the time he was 20, gabriel quickly became well-known in the music industry & moved out to new york as a way of trying to forget about the past in chicago & looking towards the future here. he moved mike & caroline out too bc he’s Soft for them!  since then, he’s been booking gigs all over new york and the world; not to mention he’s gaining more fans/recognition everyday. BUT FUN FACT: he’s actually juST started to do drugs again on the down low so :~) :~) 

GABRIEL’S PERSONALITY

because he’s doing what he loves, gabe normally has a pretty easygoing & friendly vibe to him. sometimes he has his moments of being in limbo, so to speak, but most of the time he’s approachable & loves a good conversation. he’s also a Dumbass so like LMAO, 10/10 would say something & it wouldn’t make any sense or it would just leave people going, “wtf??” but he cares so much for his friends/family, he would actually jump into the center of the earth for them. not only that, but if he sees someone down he’d go out of his way to cheer them up no matter what it takes. 

however, he isn’t always such a nice guy. he has a short fuse & gets irritated easily, though he tries very hard not to express it, but it’s possible for him to blow up at someone every now & then. as previously stated, gabe is also capable of putting on a front around people, too. he hasn’t really relied on anyone outside of his family ( besides a few childhood friends/best friends ), so the idea of being open with people he doesn’t know all that well or is just an acquaintance with isn’t his cup of tea. so is he a liar? to an extent, but only to prevent himself from being let down. that being said, if someone tries asking what’s going on in that head of his or how he’s feeling about something--he’s just going to play it off with a shrug & pretend he’s chill with everything. ALSO because he started doing drugs again after four/five years of being sober, he has his little sad moments & he can come off as a bit pessimistic & dejected because he’s lowkey disappointed in himself okay cool.

i’m not trying to make this section long bc i already did that for his backstory so feajkhljkl that’s the shorthand version of it!

WANTED CONNECTIONS

bad influence, roommates, exes either good or bad terms, fwb, ex friends, rivals/enemies, enemies turned friends OR vice versa, bros, squad, sibling-like friendship, drug dealer, skinny love, first love, LITERALLY ANYTHING I’M A PLOT H*E OKAY THX FOR COMING TO MY LONG TED TALK

#wealthyhq:intro #death mention tw #drug mention tw #believe it or not #this was actually 10+ paragraphs #but that's too much so i had to shorten it fejaklgh #i hate this i'm sorry for putting u guys through this #still love me tho thx

[subjectsilver]

5:05 AM on July 23rd

i absoTonight someone got stabbed over a god damn jul pod. 

but lets back up

I have been at school for a week.

I needed to get out of columbus... just like old times there was just nothing left for me there i was just killing myself because of how summer went and how i am and shit whatever. it'll be nice to temporarily go back in the winter and spring and even next summer and i can't wait until then but for now i need to not be there. I need school i need distractions i need people - i need people who are my friends but I'm not too close with - distractions are all i need right now so i don't hurt myself.  

I came back to Wake and literally the first day i was here i heard                       1-800-273-8255 - Logic 3 times by three separate people. Thats a fucking sign if i know it...ive never really heard that song until like that day and now i listen to it every single day...

Everyday i wake up and have running or lifting and i do that in the morning then i just sit and do nothing until playing pick up soccer at night which is kinda shitty bc fuck boredom and fuck routine but its a distraction none the less so its alright with me...

Im destroying my bank account because i have no meal plan so i eat out everyday which is like 10$ a meal cus life is expensive... but at least I'm eating i mean I'm still underweight sitting around 140lbs but I'm not getting any lighter. Tbh i was kind of getting comfortable being skinny because i love the way my baggy t shirts that are too big for me, fall on me when I'm underweight but i know inside i need to get my weight up to be healthy and like sane. but ill get there..i hope - eating as much as i can in hopes to gain weight anyway.

I knew i was forgetting something when i left -  well i forgot a lot but least of all i forgot my contact case so i was sleeping in my contacts for like 5 straight days and that shit killed my eyes but i finally got a case so last night was the first time i slept without them and if i sleep tonight it'll feel good as well.

I'm trying to think about what happened this week but nothing really happens during summer school it kinda sucks. I met all the freshman guys and girls and they all seem pretty cool I've been chilling outside with them  every night when were done with pick up and shit because i have nothing better to do and i like hearing conversation hearing them all talk and reading all of them. Half of them think I'm crazy because i only sleep like 4 hours a night and because my teammates tell them the stories that are my snapchat stories this summer. It is what it is ya know.

SIDENOTE andre keels is currently telling me about how he went on a date with this girl and he's low-key geeking out and its pretty funny, I'm happy for him he deserves the high that follows being low - i hope i get that eventually.

I had a really low night a couple nights ago where i just sat outside listened to jcole and smoked cigarettes by myself but i got thru it.. it just seems like when I'm doing absolutely nothing my mind takes over and i think about all the things that bother me with life or just life itself. its kinda shitty because it seems like when I'm not distracted its like a struggle to keep living like i don't understand the point of living or being alive or life in general so it confuses me why I'm here but i try not to think about it.

I thought i was a going to quit cigarettes but i literally need them not because I'm addicted but bc its something to do when I'm alone at night by myself... and i should prob get a jul pod or some shit but its so expensive and niggas are getting stabbed over it now and I'm just not about that lmao ........ I'm dying on my own terms if anything.

im not on social media really anymore. i check it every once in a while but very rarely except like writing weekly shit like i am rn or on snapchat. i guess like 5 albums came out or something and i had absolutely no idea. it's alright tho other people fill me in eventually I'm currently listening to tyler the creators new album. Its a lot better than i expected tbh.

 “5 car garage....full tank of gass but that don't mean nothing nothing nothing without u in the passenger”

took a little break to smoke a cig - I'm kinda nice at it now and hitting juuls tbh despite my efforts and much coughing in the past I'm finally getting nice. with my luck ill probably get cancer or some shit but thats alright i guess  (kanye hands)   

anyways down to business aka the most excitement of this week SOMEONE GOT STABBED OVER A FUCKING JUUL POD 

thats fucking lit and crazy and so disappointing of humanity but at the same time the greatest thing thats ever happened ever...

actually 2 people got stabbed but one kid got sliced in the finger so like that doesn't even count but the email i got said 2 people stabbed soon i mean i don't make the rules. I was chilling right i played like 2 games of pong and won both (ayeeeee) then i walked into this house and was staring out of a window i actually took a pic but this fight broke out and i turned around and everyone started leaving under the assumption cops would come... so i walked outside and i was trying to account for everyone that was there because DAD FOLDS came out and i was counting everyone and i thought i had it correct but this kid was like where is abby i think she's dead inside like passed out drunk soon despite hearing sirens i ran back inside and checked the house to find that she was not there which was good so i ran outside and started running with this kid named Sam.. so me and sammy for running through yards and bushes and shit but my shoe got caught in a bush (fuck me right) “sam go on without me live on  bruv” so sam started running away... i finally got unstuck and i saw like 3 cops chasing sam so i ran the other direction around this building and on the other side i saw 4 cop cars so immediately i dipped into these bushes where i hit my face on a brick wall and copped a gnarly scratch that will not scar which is disappointing... (incase u were wondering go had a black t shirt on and not the usual white so my shit was not stained or anything thank god) so i was laying there for a good 10 seconds and i got on snapchat and scrolled thru the stories for a brief moment when i heard “sir we saw you jump in the bushes please come out” i was like fuckkkk mee so i got out with my hands up cus a nigga not trynna end up like trayvon   and i backed up slowly and got handcuffed and then they patted me down found my wallet, luckily found my real ID and then put me in the car... i wait there for a little and scrolled thru snapchat behind my back and then they pulled me out and questioned me. I just claimed ignorance bc i actually didn't really know shit at all... my only lie was that i didn't know the only guy i was running with. Then they just let me go. They asked me why i was running if i didn't do anything and i was like “i wasn't trynna get stabbed and also cops these days shoot black people so i wasn't trying to be shot either” and at some point this cop was like do you have an accent where are u from and i was like uhhhh ohio? but they let me go and i walked back to campus and i saw all these freshman outside and i was like ooo go to bed y'all and we all went to bed.... then i laid there for like 2 hours before going back outside...talked to some people for a while who were out there and then skrrttted off to smoke and music and write..

present time  - its 5:48 AM and someone got stabbed over a juulie like 6 hours ago thats wild....................

tomorrow or today technically I'm going to play beer die (a drinking game) [google that shit] at like 3 and then go to a team cook out and chill. should be alright.

this tyler the creator album is actually kinda nice - i actually did find some nice songs on soundcloud tho today i found a really nice piano piece that kinda calms me down in the beginning then slowly gives me anxiety... I've had a lot of anxiety lately

it seems like I'm feeling so much shit now as opposed to being numb and feeling just so dead and all the feeling at once just scares the shit out of me or makes me heart want to explode but its kinda nice to feel shit sometimes... i still have moments days where i feel absolutely nothing but it is what it is...it can't all get better at one time... I've just noticed tho that like everything use to seem weird to me like literally “this is so weird” always went thru my mind but now EVERYTHING is so scary to me like even if I'm not paying attention and someone speaks to me and the sound catches me off guard it makes me jump. its weird - haha

its getting light outside i know i need to sleep because I'm trying to get 8 hours a night even tho it doesn't always happen but I'm trying. last night i laid awake for 2 hours thinking about magic tricks. card tricks that i will eventually try on people...i created my own card tricks in my head... i have zero decks of cards rn tho which is so rare for me never really happens.

anyways - another update will come next sunday and hopefully by then i get stabbed over a juul pod by then.  

6:00 AM   I FUCKING HATE BUTTERFLIES.

i love you good morning.

[mistydeyes]

OHSHC in the RFA

OHSHC members as the members of the RFA in Mystic Messenger.

Beginning: As a new student of Ouran, you are mysteriously given a note telling you to download an app and also to enter a particular room on the second floor. Sensing adventure but evil you cautiously enter Room 7. Once you walk in your phone starts buzzing and you realize it is the weird app on your phone. You open it and realize you’re in a chatroom full of odd members! After learning their names they explain that the app is used between members of the HFA or the Haruhi Fundraising Association which was originally developed to fundraise for school events and other endeavors. The room you’re standing in was the office as well as second home to the Fujioka Family. But due to the death of the family’s matriarch, the office is abandoned and their daughter, Haruhi does most of the planning on her own. They invite you to stay and possibly help the organization get back on their feet and throw a gala to establish themselves again. (Headcannons below the cut)

(In order from least to most involved:)

Hunny

Basically is Yoosung’s double

Once you enter the chatroom he asks you the most important question of all

“What’s your favorite cake?”

When you answered “Strawberry” he immediately gained your trust

After that he would talk to you whenever he could

Or whenever you would listen to him

He tells you that as much as he disliked Haruhi’s father, he stayed in the organization because of Mori and Haruhi

He eventually opened up about his family and brother, why he likes sweets and lolita things so much, and him wanting to act like a grown man

However he could to really act like one when he discovered Room 7 had a bomb in it and that there was someone trying to kidnap you

Literally tries to move you out 

“Like no, MC you need to leave with me right now. I’m trying to protect you.”

But you weren’t having it, all your work was there and you practically lived in that room

Eventually when Haruhi was going to confront and find the people that were stalking you, he decided to go

When he came back for the day of the annual host club party, you were so shocked

He had bruises and cuts and more importantly his eye was covered with a patch

You went to talk to him and whoa are you dipping and kissing me rn

That he was and you guys lived happily ever after (yayyyy)

Mori

In the beginning, all the members loved you except for him

You could no get a word out of him AT A L L

You even tried to learn the names of judo moves and tried to impress him that way but N O N E  O F  I T  W O R K E D

That was until you put Kyoya and Tamaki in their place when they were talking about how great of members there were

“Actually, Mori helps out with a lot of the work you guys. Give him more credit.”

Then the most amazing thing happened

HE SENT A BLUSHY FACE EMOJI

You were awestruck and then you both started bonding on how undermined you both were 

“I started coordinating for free and with a day’s notice. Can I get some appreciation here?!”

“Agreed MC, do you want to go get coffee to burn this off?

A N D  B O O M! First date time!!

Although your date was full of pettiness and sass

This basically became your routine well until the bomb thing pops up

“MC! Look at the chat, Haruhi is talking about you.”

Literally a second later

“MC!!! GET OUT OF THAT ROOM!”

That was the most emotion he ever showed to you

You convince him that your safe and he cautiously watches you like reeeaally watches

Anyways eventually with the tension building up between all the members, he eventually speaks against Tamaki and Kyoya about wanting a bigger role

“MC and I are doing all of the background work, we want to at least be mentioned at the party!”

It proves successful, although Tamaki and Kyoya are pretty pissed at first

But the party continues on and with you there, Mori walks up to you

“MC, will you be my business partner?”

AHH YESSS

And the end!

Hikaru

Asks you if you’re dating anyone

He literally invades and gets into your personal life

That was until he hit a note and now you’re spilling your life to him

“M-MC, shhh it’s okay. I’m so sorry..”

To repay you he tells you about how he and his brother were originally part of association

Immediately regrets this and acts very wary and distant for a few days

Then the worst happens

Tamaki calls him and says that you haven’t been seen entering Room 7 for the day

He springs into action and drives over to your apartment

Once he gets in the room however, he sees you surrounded by members wearing what looks to be like familiar attire

He growls at them to leave but it takes actually threatening to kill them for the group to rush away

You’re a sobbing mess by now

“MC, I have to tell you something.”

Now this is when the beans spill

“I need to tell you more about the association I’ve mentioned. Kaoru and I were part of it and it was led by this women who wanted to establish a cult bent on doing her bidding”

Basically sums up that Haruhi’s dad found both of them and brought them into the HFA with new names and identities

Now you are both crying

Back to the story, you both got out of there and stayed with him and Kaoru for a while until the day of the party

Once there, you got so many apologies from all of the members but Hikaru was still super cautious with you

Eventually it was time to give the speech and you were so prepared but Hikaru pushed you out of the way and gave one for you

“I would like to say that, through these last couple days of hell, MC has supported me and been strong through it. And I love her for it...”

With this he drops the mike and runs to you

Ends with lots and lots of kisses after

Kaoru

Basically in the same boat as his brother

Much like Mori, he did not like you at first

He just felt like you were acting nice to get something out of the members

Eventually you confronted him about what his problem was

“It’s not you! You just remind me of her!”

Welp now he has to tell you who “she” is

You sit there on the phone with him as he tells you about his time in this cult with his brother and all of that jazz

Then he gets into the deep recesses of his mind and tells you of how this new member joined the cult and took him under her spell

This poor baby fell in love with her but then she revealed to him that the “leader” wanted her to scout out the weak

Now his heart is broken and he is being brought out of the cult, kicking screaming

He then tells how he and his brother were found by Haruhi’s father

So now you understand (and are heartbroken too)

After this he decides that he can’t do anything he regrets even more

So you guys become better friends

The days continue with you planning the party until on the 6th day when Kyoya tells you of the bomb that’s in Room 7

Also did he mention that there was a stalker that’s been seen following you home?

Well now he did!

You, ofc, flip the hell out and run to Kaoru in fear and anger

He protects you the best he can, until someone breaks into your house

Kaoru walks home to find you in a choke hold with one of the members from that cul- oh crap it’s my old cult

Then proceeds to knock them away and brings you into his arms

You and him are collectively freaking out and Haruhi walks in to see all this

She immediately relocates you both after what has happened until the party

The day of the party, you have a horde of bodyguards surrounding you

Kaoru tells the members that he plans on moving you and him to a safe house 

You and the others are taken aback but then he does something you would never expect

He quickly kisses you as to somehow affirm your support and love

TO BE CONTINUED

Kyoya

He had taps on you before you even got to know him

So he knew everything that made you tick and turn in your sleep at night

But one thing legitimately caught him off-guard

“Do you think cats are allowed in Room 7? I would like to bring mine from home.”

W H O A, H O L D  U P

You own a cat?!

This is news to him and he immediately says yes but not before checking if the cat was domesticated first

He pulls up to Room 7 where he finds you moving yourself in.

He picks up a couple of your things and wow are these classic novels and business textbooks?

He realizes how cultured and educated you are

Maybe files aren’t always correct

Anyways, he stays for awhile and pets your cat while both of you drink wine and chat

When he realizes what time it it, he kisses you on the cheek and leaves abruptly

The next day you drop by Kyoya’s office and are stopped by a formal looking woman who just stares and rolls her eyes at you

You walk in to see him angered and flustered

“I cannot believe my father wants me to marry her. That witch!”

That came out of nowhere

You sit him down and discuss what happened when he tells you that his father tried to set the two of them up

You are shocked but convince him to shake it off and leave it at that

However as you’re heading home, a car stops and this group of robed people try to force you into their car

But suddenly you hear sirens behind you and are rushed to safety by guards

When you are brought to safety, you realize it’s Kyoya’s mansion

“MC I saw you leaving and got a bad feeling so I had my men follow you. Good thing they were there, you will be staying with me for the night until they can find this group.”

Nights turn into days and days turn into whEN CAN I LEAVE

Eventually Mori comes and basically slaps the sense into Kyoya

“She’s a human, not a changed animal, Kyoya”

Kyoya sensing your discomfort, admits on how sorry he is and that he doesn’t know how to deal with these odd stirrings that happen

Stirrings = LOVE TRAINNNNN

Back to reality, Kyoya lets you return to Room 7 (with bodyguards tho)

The day of the party you looked at a package in the room unsurprisingly, it was Kyoya and he had sent you the fanciest dress money could buy

You arrive at the event and are suddenly shuffled to him

He smiles and sneaks a kiss with you before walking to the stage

He summarizes his appreciation for the guests. Haruhi’s father, and also for you (noting your ability to make him feel loved and calm)

He then pulls you on stage and puts an affectionate arm around you and continues with the party

It gets really sad and dark from here. They also kinda mirror 707′s ending and the secret endings

Tamaki

A well-bred French boy who loves to brag about his various luxuries in life

When he first sees you in the chat room, he jumps the gun and asks what a beautiful girl like you is doing in the conversation

“Looking for equally handsome boys”

Heart eyes for days

Unlike the other members, you click immediately and soon he is bringing you lunches whenever he’s not meeting with his father

You guys chat while snacking on commoner’s food

These chats turn into long conversations which turn into dates

Dates include him coming by the room with champagne and roses so that he can cheer you up as you plan

All is going well and you both are slowly falling in love

That is until Room 7 is open and you’re not there

Full out freak out and panicking

He then hears small, muffled screams for help inside the grand piano

He rushes over and sees you with your arms and legs tied with a cloth in your mouth

“M-MC let me get you out of there!”

You shake your head furiously and nod your head behind him

Too late

An unknown assailant knocks you and him out

When you wake up you’re in a jail cell with no escape

You both try to scream and get yourselves out but with no luck

Eventually a guard releases you both and guides you to a large hall filled with members dressed in similar garb

As you further your way into the room, a small gasp comes from Tamaki

For there in front of you both is a middle-aged woman

Upon some contemplation, you realize how much she looks like Haruhi

“Well Tamaki, it’s nice to see you again. Have you been treating my dear Haruhi well?”

Tamaki scoffs and is replied with a slap to the cheek by the woman

“Now you always were a well-mannered boy, whatever happened?”

“We thought you were dead! How could you do this and kidnap me and MC?!”

He was now screaming and crying

“Tamaki dear, you never realized how much more I wanted the HFA to be, it was some silly school fundraising club but there was so much potential power with it.”

She walked over to you and dragged a finger along your jawline

"For example this one, if she was originally in this ploy we could’ve run the highest of corporations...”

You squirmed under her sudden touch and wished for a way out

Then you heard a loud crash from the wall behind you

You turned and were immediately knocked down by Tamaki as bullets flew by you.

“MC on the count of three run!”

One

Two

Three

RUN!

So you did exactly that as Haruhi’s mom desperately tried to cling onto you, you kicked her off and ran into the safety of the outside

Once out, you were guided by Tamaki towards a familiar family logo of the Otori family

There are the personal bodyguards of Kyoya who guide you both to Room 7 and eventually home

They explain how they found cultist and would order plans to interrogate them for information.

They also say that they were not able to locate the body of Haruhi’s mother nor any of the other cultists

“How do we tell Haruhi?”

“I-I don’t know...”

Haruhi

(Of course this is going to be long and the most detailed)

The minute you entered, you knew who the leader was

Haruhi quickly established her hierarchy of the group and demanded to know why you were in her conversation

“I am Haruhi Fujioka, the daughter of the founders of this organization. Now I demand to know who you are.”

You quickly replied your name and as to how your got in contact with her.

She tells you that she will keep an eye out for you

Which you accept with gratitude

As the days progress you run into plans that contradict each other and you implore someone to come and help

Eventually she leaves the safety of her home to go over plans for the party

As she is about to leave you both receive a message from Kyoya that Haruhi must stay with you in Room 7

Both of you are puzzled, but no one dare go against Kyoya

Haruhi spent that night on her laptop, contacting anyone who could’ve known what happened or who has any information at all

At 5AM she receives her answer, her home has been blown up

Kyoya explains that the extraction team found various debris that indicated the detonation

Haruhi is now a wreck and refuses to talk to anyone but her father who is away on business

You try to console her but she just pushes you away and runs into another room

She yells at you to leave her alone and you leave, disheartened

You find her hours later surrounded by papers

“Haruhi, what are you doing?”

“I think I found something...”

She explains that as she was lying on the floor she had noticed a small hatch under the bed. She opened it and found plans and coordinates for a building.

Following some research, you found that the coordinates led to a small patch of land in the middle of a forest

The next morning, Haruhi is determined to find the meaning of the craziness that has been going on

You go along with her, cautious as ever, informing no one of your whereabouts in fear of being stopped

As you ride to the destination, all is silent in the car until she speaks up

“MC, thank you for coming with me. I want you to know that I have enjoyed my time with you an-”

You cut her off with a quick kiss and she looked forward and drove until you arrived

“We’re here.”

You both walk out while maintaining a cover behind the trees

In front of you is a structure that symbolizes a castle

You keep a stakeout of the building until you hear a loud voice behind you both

“Keep your hands leveled and walk towards the entrance”

Both of you do as your told and are thrown into a cell

You sit wondering on how to escape but then Haruhi pulls out her phone and quickly messages Kyoya and Tamaki for help

You do not see the reply as you are abruptly being guided out of the cell into a large room

Haruhi stands behind you and you see a group of hooded figures around you

“Haruhi, it’s lovely to see you again”

She freezes and begins to shake

“M-mom”

“Oh honey, how are you? Have you seen this place, your mother and father are just marvelous workers!”

Behind Haruhi’s mother is her father who walks out with his head down in an apologetic manner

“Haruhi, I’m sorry but your mother was always my first love”

At this point Haruhi is having a full mental break and is lying on the floor with her head in her hands

“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”

She then pulls out a gun and aims it

“Haruhi, it’s MC, please put it down”

You are now crying and shaking with her

“Haruhi, mommy knew you were always a pathetic joke. I should’ve had Kyoya help me develop the world in front of you now. He would’ve known that the bomb in our house was really meant for you. He was always smar-”

BOOM

She falls to the ground and Haruhi’s dad rushes to her crying

Haruhi throws the gun down and hides in your arms, crying, screaming, shaking

At this moment, the door to your side bursts with various dressed guards who are arresting the other cult members

You are both picked up and brought to Kyoya who tries to comfort you both but Haruhi is far too gone

She refuses to let go and clings to you until the paramedics pry her off

Talking to Kyoya after, he reveals the plans of both of Haruhi’s parents and how they established the building

You hold your mouth and begin to cry, knowing how much this will break her

You go back to her once you’ve finished talking to him to find her rocking back and forth

“M-M-MC, just hug me for a while...”

“Okay, I’ll be here for as long as you need”

Whoa this was a long one. This is my first time writing headcannons so I’m sorry if they aren’t perfect! Also I’ll include the aesthetics that follow this, so don’t worry! Thanks again for taking the time to read this and I may possibly continue the last three hc! For now, au revoir!

#ouran high school host club #mystic messenger #Ouran High school host club headcannons #OHSHC AU #haruhi fujioka #tamaki suoh #Kyoya Ootori #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru #Mitsukuni Haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #feels #Written by Izzie