#Pringles guy meets BET

[thewidowsghost]

Five - Chapter 3

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Sitting on the couch, Eleven is fiddling with the SuperComm and Five - who was settled on the floor beside her bed / fort - draws her knees to her, staring off into the distance.

Dustin, seemingly sensing Five’s distress, walks over and sits beside the girl.

Five looks over at the boy, blinking with surprise.

“Are you okay?” Dustin asks, watching as Five’s fingers drum against her knees.

Five looks over again and (E/c) and dark brown meet. Five smiles and nods. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she replies.

Dustin smiles in return, and Five tilts her head. “I have Cleidocranial dysplasia,” Dustin says and Five’s eyes widen at the complexity of the word. “It’s a disorder that affects how my teeth and bones grow. I don’t have collar bones.”

Five reaches over, poking Dustin’s shoulder. The boy laughs and Five smiles again.

After a moment, Dustin gets to his feet and walks over to Mike and Lucas.

“Just tell your parents you have AV club. That’ll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood,” Mike tells his friends.

“You seriously think that the weirdo knows where Will is?” Lucas asks, glancing at Eleven.

“Just trust me on this, okay?” Mike replies.

“Okay,” Lucas sighs.

“Did you get the supplies?” Mike asks.

“Yeah,” the boys reply.

“Binoculars . . . from ‘Nam,” Lucas says, pulling a pair of binoculars from his backpack. “Army knife . . . also from ‘Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana . . .” he pulls the items from his bag, “And the wrist rocket.”

“You’re gonna take out the demogorgon with a slingshot?” Dustin asks.

“First of all, it’s a wrist rocket,” Lucas says. “And second of all, the Demogorgon’s not real. It’s made up. But if there is something out there, I’m gonna shoot it in the eye . . .” Lucas grips the sling of the wrist rocket, pulling it back, and letting the rubber slap against the sleeve of his jacket at its release, “. . . and blind it.”

Mike sighs. “Dustin, what did you get?”

Dustin grins, grabbing his bag and spilling out the contents. “Well, alrighty,” Dustin says. “So, we’ve got . . . Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana, and trail mix.”

“Seriously?” Lucas says, looking at his friend.

“We need energy for our travels. For stamina,” Dustin argues. “And besides, why do we even need weapons anyway? We have them.”

“She,” Lucas gestures to Eleven, “shut one door! And she,” he gestures to Five, who looks up, meeting Lucas’s gaze with her own, “turned into a dog!”

“She closed the door with her mind! That’s insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do,” Dustin walks over, lifting Mike’s toy Millenium Falcon. “I bet . . . that she could make this fly. Hey. Hey.” He says and Eleven lifts her gaze from the SuperComm in her hand to the ship in Dustin’s. “Okay, concentrate. Okay?” he drops the ship. “Okay. Okay, one more time,” He picks up the ship again, and Eleven raises an eyebrow. He holds out the ship, and drops it, hitting the ground. Five smiles amusedly, and a laugh escapes her lips.

“She’s not a dog,” Mike says, picking the Millenium Falcon off the floor.

“Boys!” Mrs. Wheeler calls down from the top of the stairs. “Time for school!”

The boys scramble, grabbing their backpacks; Dustin and Lucas rush up the stairs.

“Just stay down here,” Mike tells the two girls. “Don’t make any noise, and don’t leave. If you guys get hungry, you can eat Dustin’s snacks.”

“Michael!” Mrs. Wheeler calls.

“Coming!” Mike replies. “You know those power lines?” Mike asks.

“Power lines?” Eleven asks.

“The ones behind my house?”

“Yes,” Eleven says after a moment.

“Meet us there, after school,” MIke says.

“After school?” Eleven echoes.

“At 3:15,” Mike says. “Three, One, Five,” Mike removes his digital watch, holding it out to Eleven.

Then, he darts up the stairs, his backpack swinging from his hand.

. . .

A little later, Five is watching her levitate Mike’s ship while she takes a bite from the apple.

Eleven turns her gaze away from the ship, and it drops to the floor.

Five chuckles and Eleven looks over, smiling at her sister.

“La-Z-Boy,” Eleven says.

“Okay,” Five says, getting to her feet and following Eleven up the stairs.

Eleven heads to the La-Z-Boy while Five walks over to the mantle, taking a closer look at the pictures there.

One photo catches her eyes. A young boy with a bowl cut and hazel eyes - Will, what she guessed was a young Mike, and a girl. It wasn’t Will or Mike that had caught her attention, but the girl. The girl had long (H/c) hair, and (E/c) eyes. The girl looked a little like Will - they had a similar nose and mouth shape - and Five wonders if they Will and the girl were related.

Eleven looks over at her sister’s silence, then walking over and placing a hand on her shoulder.

Five jumps, relaxing when she realizes El had been the one to touch her.

“Okay?” Eleven asks and Five smiles softly.

Five nods. “I’m okay,” she replies, though she was slightly unsettled.

. . .

Eleven and Five head outside towards the powerlines. Five, disguised as a golden retriever, trots beside Eleven.

“Three-one-five,” Eleven murmurs, pacing back and forth.

A cat meows and Eleven looks up from the watch.

The cat hisses as it tries to pull its paw out from the fence. Then, the cat turns his head to hiss at Five.

Looking around for people, Five shifts back to herself when she sees no one.

Eleven stares at the cat, though, Five, looking up at her sister, can tell that Eleven is lost in a memory.

Five focuses back on the cat, taking its paw and guiding it out of the fence.

The cat purrs softly, touching FIve’s hand with his nose.

Five pets the cat’s head before turning back to her sister. “Eleven?” she walks over, resting a hand on her sister’s shoulder and squeezing gently.

Eleven snaps from her memory, fixing her gaze on her sister. “I -” her voice quavers and Five wraps her sister in a tight hug.

Eleven tenses in the hug, but relaxes after a moment, returning the hug.

The sisters pull away after a moment.

Looking around again, Five shifts back into the golden retriever.

“El!” Mike yells, getting the girls’ attention.

Turning around, Five and Eleven watch the three boys wheel their bikes up the hill.

“You guys okay?” Mike asks, panting slightly from the weight of his bike.

Eleven nods and Five sits down beside her sister, her fluffy golden tail wagging behind her.

“Hop on,” Mike says, he and his friends turn their bikes around. He pats the seat behind his on the bike. “We only have a few hours.”

Eleven walks to the bike, jumping up behind Mike.

Neither Lucas or Dustin had a bike like Mike’s, leaving Five to run beside the boys’ bikes. Thankfully, the boys had slowed down a little, making it easier for her to keep up.

. . .

The boys are walking their bikes up a hill, and Five finally shifts back to herself. She reaches a hand up to swipe the blood away from under her nose.

Dustin shrugs his backpack off a shoulder and he pulls out a bottle of water. He hands it to the girl walking between him and Lucas.

“Thank you,” Five replies, smiling over at the boy. She unscrews the cap and takes a sip of the water.

“So,” Lucas says, and Five screws the cap of the bottle back on.

“So,” Five echoes, smiling at the boy.

“Can you only turn into dogs?” Lucas asks.

Five shakes her head. “I can only change into-” she pauses, searching for the correct word, “- mammals. I think that is the correct word.” She glances over at Dustin, who nods. “I can do cats, dogs, wolves, bears,” Five replies. “I have powers like my sister,” she adds. “But I can only piggyback.”

Lucas tilts his head. “Piggyback?” he echoes.

“I can enter people’s minds,” Five replies. “Radio or TV static. Or a tub.”

Lucas raises an eyebrow but he remains silent.

. . .

Eleven leads the boys and Five to a house just outside the woods.

Five studies the house, wondering if she’d been her before. It seemed familiar.

“Here,” Eleven says, turning to face Mike.

“Yeah, this is where Will lives,” Mike replies, glancing between the house and Eleven.

“Hiding,” Eleven argues.

“No, no, this is where he lives,” Mike replies. “He’s missing from here. Understand?”

“What are we doing here?” Lucas asks.

“She said he’s hiding here,” Mike tells them.

“Um . . . no!” Lucas replies.

Five shifts into a Newfoundland, lowers her nose to the ground, and sniffing for the scent of anything.

“I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing -” Dustin says.

“That’s exactly what we did,” Lucas replies. “I told you she didn’t know what the hell she was talking about!” he yells.

Eleven shinks into the oversized jacket she was wearing, and Five whimpers at the boy’s harsh tone.

“Why did you bring us here?” Mike asks Eleven.

“Mike, don’t waste your time with her,” Lucas tells his friend.

“What do you want us to do then?” Mike asks Lucas.

“Call the cops like we should’ve done yesterday!” Lucas yells.

“We are not calling the cops!” Mike replies.

Dustin’s distracted when Five’s ears perk and she shifts her weight nervously on her paws. “Hey guys?” Dustin says.

“What other choice do we have?” Lucas asks Mike, ignoring Dustin.

“Guys!” Dustin calls, finally getting the others’ attention.

The wail of sirens makes the others freeze, but Five breaks into a run, the boys and Eleven running after her.

Once they are out of the grass, the boys and Eleven jump onto the bikes, but Five is still faster, bolting down the road after the ambulance.

“Oh, Jesus,” Hopper gets out of his truck. The police chief pushes through to stand behind the firefighters. “Oh, God. Please tell me it’s not the kid.”

Five splashes into the water below the quarry; paddling over to the rescuers that were laying the body on a water stretcher. Five uses her large head to begin to push the stretcher to the land where more emergency responders wait to pull the stretcher out of the water.

Eleven and the boys toss their bikes down to peer around one of the firetrucks.

Hopper breathes heavily as the boy’s body floats towards the shore. Catching sight of the boy, Hopper tenses before he turns around and walks back towards his truck.

“It’s not Will. It’s can’t be,” Mike says softly.

The stretcher reaches the shore and Five’s fur is sopping wet. She resists the urge to shake the water from her fur, not wanting to drench the officers any more than they already were.

“It’s Will,” Lucas murmurs. “It’s really Will.”

Five fixes her gaze on the boy. She steps forward, sniffing at the body. She quirks her head.

“Mike . . .” Eleven says, her voice quavering. She reaches out an arm and Mike slaps her. Eleven flinches, taking a step back, looking wide eyed at the boy.

“‘Mike,’” Mike echoes. “‘Mike,’ what?” Mike snaps. “You were supposed to help us find him alive,” he pokes Eleven in the chest. “You said he was alive! Why did you lie to us?” Eleven’s eyes are still wide. “What’s wrong with you?!” Mike shouts. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“Mike . . .” Eleven says softly, a tear trickling down her cheeks.

“What?” Mike snaps.

“Mike, come on,” Lucas says, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Don’t do this, man. Mike.”

“Mike, where are you going?” Dustin asks. “Mike!” he yells.

Mike picks up his bike and hops on, pedaling away.

Five steps farther away from the officers, shaking the water from her fur. When she steps around the corner of the firetruck, out of sight of the emergency workers, and she shifts back into herself. Blood was pouring out of both of her nostrils and she swipes the blood away, but it continues to pour.

Word Count: 2007 words

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#max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x female reader #max mayfield x fem reader #eleven hopper x sister reader #el x sister reader #el hopper x sister reader

[raleightransplant]

If I have to mask up I’m going to make it work with my outfits. I don’t wear a mask to drive, I was wearing it as a demonstration.

#raleigh #north carolina #mask #Pringles guy meets BET #mustache

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤°~Let's Meet The Newbies?~°¤

"[Name]!" Yuki calls out to the female, who was sleeping in their plain room compared to miss protagonists. "Mhm, what's the haps' dudette.." The taller girl slurs out sleepily, her eyes still closed. "It's morning already, we have to get ready." The brunette whispers softly like a mother, shaking her friend gently.

"Ugh.." [Name] groans, finally sitting up. "Alright I'm up, no need to shake me like a blind bag." Yuki smiles at the fellow human, then the girls eyes peer at her friends pajamas. Surprised at the plainess of it, heck now that she looked around the other girls room.

It was a lot less dazzling than her own.

Yuki frowns a bit, she kinda thought all the guests room looked the same. Guess she was wrong.

"Are you waiting for a strip show or something? Cause if you want that your gonna have to-" Yuki squeaks at the idea and jumps off the bed. Her face aflame at the thought. "No! I just- I didn't!!" The gal sequels out like a mouse.

"... Pft!" The other human giggles, grasping Yuki's arm and pulling her into a headlock. Ruffling the brunettes straight hair into a frumpy mess. "I'm just messin'! But if you do want that sorta thing, ask Asmo. I bet he'd be down." [Name] replied thoughtfully. Yuki, finally having enough of the other humans teasing, nudges herself out of the headlock and grabs [Name]'s head pillow. Hitting the girl with fury.

After a the small pillow war, Yuki leaves to go fix up her crumpled state. Leaving the battle field as [Name] laughter follows her out.

-

Stretching her limbs out, a yawn escaped [Name]'s mouth. Descending down the many hallways of R.A.D. Uncaring if her fellow human was with her. Knowing fully well that the brown haired human had a slightly different class schedule than her. "Oh, it's you." Pausing in her foot-steps, [Name] saw the person who spoke to her.

"Hey, Rapheal. What's up?" The human asked with a cheesy smile. The angel stares at [Name] with confusion written on his blank face. It finally clicked on why he was staring at her like that. "Ooohh, your used to two humans. Not one. Welp sorry to burst your bubble. But I'm a single pringle at the moment."

Rapheal nodded, though he didn't seem down casted. Actually, from what [Name] could tell he looked pretty elated from her words. "If you want, you can wait for Yuki after her class. She'll be.. Uh, thrilled!"

The human stated, watching the angel like a hawk for any movement. But, the guy just kept staring before he stood beside [Name]. "Are you heading to class?" Rapheal asked. "Nah, I'mma' skip-" before the rest of her sentence came out, a loud and bubbly voice interrupted her.

"YO! If it isn't less average human!" Thirteen exclaimed, standing in front of the two. "Heya, what's shaken' bacon!" [Name] said, revelling in the chaotic energy as they do finger guns. Thirteen smiles devilishly, coyly giggling.

"Heh, not much, sayyy, where might you be heading?"

"Away from here." Rapheal said for [Name] bluntly.

Before Thirteen could snap back, Mephistopheles decided to join into the fray. "Fancy seeing you here, [Name]."  "Hey Mr. Gossip. What's on the agenda today?" The purple haired male chuckles at the nickname.

"I was thinking if you'd liked to do a small one-on-one interview with me for the R.A.D Newspaper club. "What's it like being a human in Devildom?" What do you say?" His green eyes kept her in place, waiting for her answer.

"Uh, yeah no. But I'm sure Yuki wouldn't mind. She'd love a interview, also she's a human too!" The radical human deflected easily.

Before any words were spoken further, [Name] started to back away from the new dateables. "You know what, I'm gonna uses the little humans room. 'Scuse me." Courageously walking forward like a bad bitch, than ran after they thought they were out of sight.

Thirteen vs Yuki!

"She's my best friend!" "She's my gal pal!

(Ta-Da! This was inspired by [The Idiot (Yandere! Obey Me x Reader)] It's so good check it out! If y'all are wondering yes I'll write more for Obey Me.)

#obey me imaginies #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me shall we date x reader #obey me mephistopheles #obey me raphael #obey me thirteen #omswd yuki x reader #omswd #omswd mc

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Jealous - Tierna Davidson X Reader

Prompt: Hi! I really love your writing so much. I was wondering if maybe you could write a fic where the reader and Tierna are best friends and R visits T while she’s with the national team. Maybe T gets jealous when the rest of the team or another player gives R attention?

Tierna aggressively slammed her cleats back into her bag, determinedly not looking to the other side of the field where Y/N was talking to some of the staff.

“You alright T?” Alyssa asked the defender, watching her throw her balled up socks into her bag too.

“Peachy,” she grumbled, slamming her bag down and zipping it up.

Tierna took a glance towards her best friend, watching as she made the staff all laugh at something she said, one of the trainers squeezing Y/N’s bicep. The defender rolled her eyes, standing and storming towards the group, trying to release her anger and force a smile on her face.

“Hey Tier,” Y/N shifted her whole attention to Tierna when she approached, bringing a genuine smile to the defender’s face.

“Hey Y/N, ready for lunch?”

“You bet!” Y/N smiled, turning to the group of staff, “great meeting you guys, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tierna gave her a strange look as they began to walk to Y/N’s car. Tierna had introduced Y/N to the team the night before, inviting her to supper, with her charismatic personality she hit it off with everyone. Players and staff stealing majority of Y/N’s attention the rest of the night, inviting her to watch the practice the next day.

“So, where we going for lunch?” Rose pushed between the two of them as they walked through the parking lot, she gripped Y/N’s hand, dramatically swinging their arms, Y/N chuckled at the midfielder.

“What do you feel like Tier?” Y/N looked over to her friend.

“Anything you want Y/N,” Tierna pulled away from Rose slightly.

“I could go for some Chipotle,” Sonnett jogged up, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Uhh sure,” Y/N creased her eyebrows, “Tierna had suggested some local place, but Chipotle works too. I didn’t realize you were coming with us.”

“Of course we are,” Lindsey pushed Sonnett out of the way, causing her to begin to walk backwards, both blondes smiling.

“Shot gun!” Rose let go of Y/N’s hand, pushing Sonnett out of the way and running towards the cars.

“You don’t even know what car is hers,” Tierna mumbled, Y/N smiling, watching the rest of the soccer players gently shove each other in attempt to figure out what car is Y/N’s.

“We’ll keep it a secret and you can have shotgun,” Y/N grinned, nudging her shoulder against her friend. Both laughing as the three pointed to different vehicles, looking back hoping for confirmation, running to different ones when there was no reaction.

The friends managed to get to the car before the trio did, Tierna slipping into the passenger seat.

“I called shotgun!” Rose pouted as she was pushed into the middle, sandwiched in by Horan and Sonnett, each smiling proudly.

As much as Tierna wanted to be alone with her friend, she couldn’t argue that being with Y/N was infectious and didn’t blame a single person for wanting to spend as much time with the woman as they could.

Tierna rolled her eyes, jaw clenching when Sonnett slid into the chair Y/N tried to pull out for her. Y/N giggled and slid into the chair next to her, tugging Tierna’s sleeve forcing her to sit next to her before anyone else could. The defender groaned when the restaurant door opened, and more player filed into the room.

For the entire meal, the players all monopolizing Y/N’s attention. Tierna became more irritated as the meal went on, her time was limited with her best friend, but since she had been introduced to the team, she hadn’t gotten any time with her friend. She had only introduced Y/N so she could have more time with her while still in camp.

Players all asked Y/N questions, drawing her into conversation, Y/N smoothly entertaining everyone, asking equal questions in return, giving them the chance to talk about themselves too.

Y/N tried to talk to Tierna in between conversations with players, sensing her growing irritation, stretching her arm out to rest on the back of the defenders chair, squeezing her shoulder.

“So, Y/L/N, how does the boyfriend feel about you hanging out with this motley crew for a few days?” Pinoe asked from the far end of the table.

“Ahh no boyfriend, so probably good?” Y/N chuckled.

“Alright, how does the girlfriend feel about it?” Ashlyn asked from next to her.

“Nope, no girlfriend either,” she shrugged, casting a shy glance to the defender next to her, none of the players noticing, all focused on the new information.

“You’re single?” Kelley clarified with a smirk, nudging a few of the younger players around her.

“As pringle,” Y/N grinned, laughing at her own joke, “single as a pringle, get it? It rhymes,” she clarified when she saw all the confused faces, awkwardly giggling to herself. Her smile grew when she finally heard Tierna let out a genuine laugh all meal.

“They’re trying to figure out if you’re gay and worth hitting on,” Tierna leaned over and whispered into Y/N’s ear, her smile dropping slightly.

“Oh,” Y/N blushed, biting her lip she fidgeted with her fingers.

“So whatcha say? Worth hitting on?” Kristie smirked from across the table, Sonnett leaning forward with her. Pinoe and Ashlyn watching intently from the end, everyone else listening for the answer.

“Oh, uhh, I guess?” Y/N looked shyly around the table, “I don’t really know?” she looked briefly to Tierna again, blush deepening.

“How do you not know?” Kristie leaned froward, waggling her eyebrows

“I just, uhh, do? People don’t really hit on me,” she shrugged again, hoping the conversation would be over soon.

“Alright guys, I think that’s enough, she’s not going to come back if you keep this up,” Christen stepped in, seeing how uncomfortable Y/N and Tierna were.

Tierna mouthed thank-you to the midfielder, Y/N smiling gratefully with a nod.

“T is oblivious that Y/N is single because she’s in love with her,” Tobin leaned over to Christen, whispering in her ear.

“Nope!” Ali giggled from the other side of Christen.

“And Y/N doesn’t see that Tierna is jealous of everyone giving her attention?” Ashlyn added from the across the table.

“Nope,” Pinoe said loudly, gaining the attention of the team, she just smiled and wiggled her fingers in a wave.

Conversation gradually resumed, several of the players trying to encourage flirty banter with Y/N now. Y/N oblivious to the flirting, continued to talk with everyone at the table.

Lunch came to a close, the veterans ushering the players out, reminding them of practice that afternoon practice in a couple hours.

Tierna was quiet the ride back to the hotel, staring blankly out the window in the back seat, Sonnett having won the race for shotgun on the way out.

Y/N glanced in the rear-view mirror while she drove, hoping to figure out what was wrong with her best friend. She bit her lip when Tierna let out a sigh, she didn’t have any idea why she was so upset; Tierna had been so excited to invite Y/N to camp when it was in her city.

“Are you coming to practice later?” Rose asked from the middle seat as they pulled into the hotel, the other two blondes waiting hopefully for the response.

“Oh uhh, not sure,” Y/N turned fully in her set once she parked, watching Tierna for some kind of reaction, “I don’t think so,” she followed up with the defender didn’t react.

Tierna looked quickly to Y/N, her eyes sad while they stared at each other.

“Ahh come on!” Lindsey shook Y/N shoulders over the driver seat.

“I really don’t want to overstay my welcome,” Y/N broke the staring contest, tapping her fingers ion the steering wheel.

Tierna didn’t know what else to say, but quietly got out of the back seat. The other soccer players following behind.

“Y/N is awesome T! Why haven’t you brought her around more?” Sonnett squeezed Tierna’s bicep as they walked through the hotel lobby, “any chance you could I could get her number? Or do you think she would take mine?” the blonde seemed a little nervous.

“Uhh I don’t know Son, maybe, I’ll talk to her,” she shrugged noncommittally.

“You rock T!” the blonde defender skipped ahead, giving a small fist pump.  

“Tierna!”

Tierna turned quickly to the hotel entrance, Y/N walking towards her. She tilted her head to the side, confused, “Y/N?”

“Is everything alright Tier? Are you okay?” Y/N reached out, gripping Tierna’s hand, running her thumb along the knuckles. Eyes soft while she watched her best friend.

“Yea, of course,” Tierna squeezed her hand back, trying to give her a reassuring smile.

“You were so quiet at lunch. Do you want me to leave? Did I overstep with the team? Or you?” Y/N looked so worried.

“No, definitely not,” she shook her head, “Sonnett even just asked me for your number,” she motioned vaguely behind her to where the blonde had walked, “so yea, theres that, yours if you want it.”

“Oh uh, I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you,” Y/N squeezed her hand again, trying to make eye contact with Tierna.

“I’m fine, really,” Tierna tried to reassure, pulling out her phone.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, eyebrows creasing at the sudden change.

“Getting you Sonnetts number,” she wouldn’t look up, focused on her phone.

“Damit Tierna, I don’t want anyones number, I want you!” Y/N pulled the phone from Tierna’s hand.

Tierna brought her eyes up to watch Y/N, waiting to see what else she would.

“I don’t care if the whole team asks me out, I just want to be with you. I didn’t plan to spend the week with your team, I planned to spend it with you,” Y/N tapped a finger to the center of Tierna’s chest.

“What?”

“She likes you,” Ali smiled as she walked past.

Tierna looked between the defender and her friend, Y/N nodding along, smiling.

“Tierna was pouting because she was jealous,” Christen added as she walked in behind as well.

“I wasn’t pouting,” Tierna stuttered out, blushing.

“But you were jealous?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Terna bit her lip and nodded along.

“I like you Tier, I have for a while, I was just too much of a wuss to ask you out,” Y/N blushed, looking away.

Y/N began to pull her hand away when Tierna started laughing at her. Tierna tightened her grip, stopping the movement, “me too Y/N. It killed me watching everyone fawn over you the last two day.”

Tierna let out a relieved sigh when Y/N stopped pulling away, both instead starting pull each other into a hug.

“What do we do now?” Tierna hesitated to ask as they pulled away.

“I don’t know, I think we start by not talking about it in the middle of hotel lobby,” Y/N giggled, both of them looking around to see most of the team watching, “but uhh, after that, I don’t know. I think we go on a date? Not much really has to change I don’t think.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Tierna agreed, nodding along, “how about dinner on my day off in a couple days? You can still hang around with the team if you want, but I want to be able to do this right,” her confidence growing the more she spoke.

“I want to do it right too,” Y/N smiled back, “now go break the news to Sonnett. I’ll see you later.”

The pair hugged one last time, both smiling wife before pulling away, Y/N leaving the hotel.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #tierna davidson imagines #tierna davidson x reader #tierna davidson imagine

[iknikblackstonevarrick]

Red Lightning (Part 2)

(Part 1)

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Honestly, this one was on The Director.

Lup doesn’t know what she was expecting when she told Lup’s brother and friends she had been sent on a secret mission without notice in the dead of night, but Lup could have told her it’d end with something like this.

This being Taako Magnus and Merle set up in the three cells on the wall across from Lup and Pringles after a botched jailbreak attempt, and the Director standing in the hall between them, a look of deep disappointment on her face.

“I really don’t know what I’m going to do with the four of you,” The Director said, looking between the former Reclaimers gravely.

“You could start by letting us out of the pokey?” Taako said like it was obvious.

“And telling us what the hell is going on,” Lup added, glaring at her.

“You- None of you understand the gravity of this situation.”

“Because you haven’t fucking told us the gravity of the situation!” Lup said, exasperated. “You can’t keep going on about how we can’t comprehend your dark purposes or whatever when you haven’t even tried to explain!”

“You want to know what’s going on?” The Director asked, her not-mad-just-disappointed facade cracking into what looked suspiciously like panic. “The- The Grand Relics have the power to destroy the entire world as we know it, and I have been working non-stop for a very long time to make the world safe from -them once and for all. I was so close, and now the only people in the entire world who can help me have decided they’d rather play spy and search for clues than deal with the impending apocalypse!”

“Whoa, whoa,” Magnus said, holding up his hands. “I know the Relics are really devastatingly powerful and all, but no one said anything about the apocalypse.”

“No one’s said a lot of things, lately,” Taako said.

The Director choked on a laugh. Then, she took a deep breath, and straightened herself.

“You’re right,” she started. “This… is one of the several things I have been hiding from you and the other fine people of this organization, for your own good. But if you must know, we have less than a year.”

Even Pringles, sitting in the corner of his cell trying to mind his own business, was left agape at that one.

“The four of you are the only ones in the world who can help me,” The Director continued when she was met with only stunned silence. “If we collect and destroy the three remaining relics before the Midsummer Festival next year, then the world will be safe. Please, whatever you think of me, this world needs your help. I implore you to consider it.”

“Director, that’s real flattering and all, but…” Merle glanced away from her then looked back. “I think you’re giving the other people in the world too little credit!”

“I tried for years to make any of the Reclaimers I sent out work,” she replied, shaking her head, “Nobody could do it. Nobody except the four of you. This is the only option.”

“If I may, Madam Director, I think he means keeping all these secrets,” Magnus chimed in. “We’re great and all, but you’ve gotta admit your sample size is really tiny. Maybe if you let the people of the world know the kind of danger they were in, they would step up to help!”

“You saw what happened when the people of this world knew the danger they were in,” The Director said, turning on him. “They made it worse. They let their hunger for power consume them until there was almost nothing left. No one in the world can be trusted, Magnus. I have to do this by myself.”

“Then do it by yourself,” Taako said, leaning up against his cell wall and checking his nails. “We’re not gonna do your goddamn dirty work for you while you sit up here all high-and-mighty thinking about how you’re the only one who’s good enough to handle the truth.”

The Director’s shoulders fell. He didn’t meet her eyes. She looked from him, back to Magnus, then to Merle, not seeing what she wanted in any of them.

“Lup?” The Director asked, a sliver of hope in her voice.

Lup looked into the Director’s eyes, her face not revealing anything.

“Four.”

The Director blinked, looking behind herself and then back at Lup.

“Forgive me?” The Director prompted. Lup laughed.

“You said there were three relics left to retrieve,” she said, “But there are four. We’ve collected three so far, and we started out with seven, so there’s four.”

“Of course,” The Director said. “I misspoke. You’ll forgive me for getting my numbers off, I’ve had a pretty long day today.”

Lup nodded along as The Director spoke, stopping only when she stopped. She looked her dead in the eye for a long moment. “Unless.”

“Unless…?” The boys spoke in perfect unison.

“There really are only three grand relics left to retrieve, because you have the last one right there!”

She motioned with her eyes to the staff The Director held in her hands. “These shields you keep putting up are pretty impressive. Stupid powerful. I’ve never seen-” she cut herself off and gasped dramatically. “Oh wait, I have seen something like this before!” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh shit,” Magnus said.

“You’re kidding me,” Taako said, narrowing his eyes at The Director.

“How- how dare you,” The Director said, clutching her white oak staff even harder.

“Oh, give me a break,” Lup said, “You go on and on about how people need to resist the temptation of the relics or they need to be erased from existence, but you’ve been using one the entire goddamn time!” She laughed humorlessly. “The audacity. Of you standing there when we gave you the Oculus talking about how ‘relics can’t be used for good’. What is it then? Can the Relics be good, or are you evil?”

The Director stood staring at her with wide eyes, so she continued, “You haven’t even been destroying the relics, have you? You think you’re the only person in the world who can handle their power. I bet you’ve just been fucking stockpiling them while you trick everyone else here into doing exactly what you want. Well not me, Madam Director. Not anymore. ‘Apocalypse’? My ass. I don’t trust a word you say. I don’t see why anyone would.”

And just like that, Lucretia knew she had lost.

Hours later she was in her office, writing. Paving the way for what would be her most excruciating redaction yet. Her hand pulled across the paper as she laid out the lives of two of her best friends, her family, before her.

They haven’t left me any choice, she insisted to herself, but the feeling of dread still welled up in her chest. Magnus and Merle were capable adventurers, but sending them after the final relics alone- into Wonderland, and everything in between then and now- she wanted to have faith in them, but she’s braved that place with only one person by her side, and that person will never see the light of day again.

But I don’t have a choice. The twins were the inciting factor in this pointless revolt. Without them, Magnus and Merle would have no reason to question her story. If it weren’t for the fact Taako knew his sister so well, she might’ve kept all three of them on her side.

Lucretia’s pen stilled. She looked down at the paper- two lives woven so irrevocably in tandem. She reached down and tore it in half.

“So what’s the big plan this time, Ocean?” Taako called out. “Bagging the boys outside sure did turn out great!”

“Hey, I figured out she was in here!” Magnus said. “You wanted to go straight to the Director’s office!”

“We do need to go to the Director’s office,” Lup cut in. “I- I can’t know the specifics, but that’s where she keeps all her secret shit, in a back room off of there. Isn’t that right, Robbie?”

Pringles looked up. He was swaying back and forth, looking at the four of them woozily.

“Does he still have the goods in here?” Merle asked.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lup said, craning her head to look at him even though their cells were next to each other. "Is it- you guys have gotta tell me, is it the Red-Robe-guy again? Does he looks possessed?"

"Don't sound too excited," Taako said.

"I don't want him to be possessed I just- I need to find-" What? "Wait. Where are we?"

"What?" Magnus said.

"Where- I needed to-- I need to find someone, right, that's what I was... thinking... what did I do? Why am I-?"

Lup felt like she was losing her mind, in the most literal sense, her thoughts, her memories, but not her feelings, and this feeling was frustrating and terrifying but above all else, familiar.

"Fuck!" She clutched the sides of her head. More and more of her thoughts were consumed by the static until it felt like it was down to what it was every night, the same vision of blue sky and cracked glass and blood, "No- Please-!"

Something inside her knew this feeling and it was clawing at the inside of her soul trying to stop it from happening.

"Whoa there sparky! I don't think that's safe with your hands on your head," Merle said as the red sparks flew from her hands, arcs of it crackling just above her face, but she was well past recognizing his voice. He was well past remembering her name.

“Taako, what’s going on, is this- this isn’t normal, is it?” Magnus asked, watching the blank look on his face.

“What, being in jail?” Taako shrugged. “Eh.”

Magnus furrowed his brow. “No, Taako, your-” he stopped. “Your….” He looked between the two of them frantically, mirror images with one coming apart at the seams and one completely blank-faced, trying to find the word. “She’s….” These people were his friends. They were friends. They were….

“She’s going to be fine, Magnus.”

His eyes lazily found the figure of a short human woman in an imposing blue-and-white robe. The Director? Yes, that was the Director of the Bureau of Balance, that was his boss.

"You- who..." Lup's eyes narrowed on the other woman.

"It will be easier soon," she said to Lup. "You should lie down." She tapped the white oak staff she held towering above her three times, and the cells holding Magnus, Merle, and Taako swung open.

"You," Lup said through grit teeth, confused and in pain. Her legs gave out after that, but she refused to crawl over to the prison bed.

“Follow me, boys,” The Director said. Taako swept up to her without hesitation, and Merle waddled behind. It was only Magnus who paused, holding his head in his hand.

“I-” He shook his head, looking from Lup’s prone form to the Director. “Help her.”

“I will.”

She took Magnus’s arm, and lead the three of them carefully back to the surface.

#taz balance #lucretia #magnus burnsides #lup #lup taaco

[jiminrings]

homebound

pairing: yoongi x y/n

glimpse: race car driver!yoongi is a tiny bit fond of pit stop crew!y/n, grumpy crew chief!jimin will be the bANE of your existence, and jungkook is ur saving grace for bumper stickers whenever u wanna surprise yoongi :D

wordcount: 21k

notes: ok if u know charlie leclerc from F1, he was the inital reason why i wanted to write this au with yoongi!! think of this as an au with a mix of F1-level type of class and racing, but with a NASCAR type of pit crew that only has five members instead of formula one’s twenty!! i also asked my close friend for info since she’s an avid f1 fan to add on to my prior knowledge!! this is a work of fiction and accuracy does nOt always result to fun so pls just enjoy this!!! i also made a poll to what i should write next and this was one of the options and tHEN d-2 dropped and i was !!! ok it’s settled then // pic is from pinterest but i just edited it since it looked like it was shot with a 3210 hihi

also: you can talk to my characters!!! send in an ask anytime :D

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jungkook, as a person, is an excellent one

he’s talented, he’s kind, he’s driven, he’s gonna buy you your meal when you don’t have enough cash on you and would say “yA PAY ME BACK LATER” but in the end, he’ll just wave it off and say “nah i was kidding it’s my treat :D”

he’s also h*ndsome but you won’t say that again and again because his ego?? his bragging rights?? what then

jungkook, as a friend, is a fun, attentive, food-inhaling and money-draining carebear that can be pERSUASIVE if he needs to be

he lets u have the last slice of pizza!! or the last pringle or the last pearl in the massive cup of milktea you split with two straws and a giant butter croissant

he holds the umbrella up for the two of you when it’s raining and you’re sharing it

if he feels extra kind then he’ll be in the side in which there are more splatters and puddles to go through

if he feels like a sAINT then yes he may piggyback u but only if u hold up the umbrella because he’s a saint not four-arms from ben ten

7/10 times that he screenshots what’s in his cart but wouldn’t checkout, he genuinely just wants to show you because he’s excited and when you dO decide to get it for him, whether it was an actual shock or he just kept sending you screenshots until you got the hint, he makes sure to hug you until you physically can’t breathe anymore

he once saw this you liked that didn’t become your boyfriend because it turns out you were just a bet and you’re only worth a month of fucking gatorade

you’re not the most confident person ever in the worls but you’re sURE

you are worth more than month’s supply of glacier freeze for a no thoughts, head empty football jock senior

jungkook was sure too

if ur gonna be an asshat that he’s gonna hate anyway, aTLEAST make it cool blue because that belongs to top tier

he made sure he went to TOWN on that punching bag while looking at that dude

whatever he did, jungkook did with much more power and intensity and he is still maintaning eye contact after the airhead caught on and recognized him

HE NEVER SAW THE DUDE IN THE GYM AFTER

jungkook, as an athlete, is a beast and u gotta admit that

he played basketball in college while u played softball!!!

you were handpicked by your coach if you wanna try out for this once in a lifetime career opportunity aND it was sketchy at first

u kept asking on what was it about but all she said was “that’s for you to know.,.,., if you wanna accept the offer :))” and you were eventually driven to the edge because you wanted to know so badly

and then it turns out u were the ONLY one in your softball team to be handpicked as she said and then u were instructed to go to the gym in which there were chairs lined up

oh god is this a cult

there were a couple other people too and you could recognize some of them from the swimming team and this girl from weighlifting and that dude from football

they too did not have any idea at aLL

you just decided to sit by the last row... y’know... just in case....

and then jungkook strolls in confused as fUCK but in the same time excited and he sits beside you because he’s thinking the same thing of what if this was sketchy shit!!

you just knew him then because he looked familiar and you may have seen him asleep in your calc class a couple of times

and also because his hair was peach

how could u possibly forget that aha

“oH i like your uniform!!”

jungkook immediately spoke what was on his mind and pointed to your softball uniform u were still in and then your response was to freeze

ok that might have been too forward and-

“i know right?? oH MY GOD!! i signed up for softball in the first place because the uniform was sO COOL!!”

“bro i joined basketball because i heard that tHE WARMERS WERE SO SOFT”

:D

and then a friendship was born

the both of you were not thinking anymore about the fact that you’re both in a gym with no instructions whatsoever bc you’re too excited to be talking about what’s happening!!!

you joined a sport jUST for their uniforms?? oh my god i did that TOO

turns out that jungkook was actually great at basketball and he just knew then

also turned out that u were a gifted natural in softball even if you didn’t fully grasp the mechanics at first

“but when do i oH IS IT MY TIME TO RUN??? no?? not yet?? oh aha yeah i guess i run that fast :D”

the two of you bonded so good that it was immediately decided that u are really meant to be friends with each other

sometimes people mistake the both of you as a couple and u know what,,, sometimes the two of you take advantage of that because a fREE DESSERT?? ice cream on the house?? celebratory cake because jungkook one time jokingly went down on one knee and proposed a ring pop to you that he just saw LYING on the ground???

don’t mind if u do :)))

jungkook, as a fellow pit stop crew member, is a really comforting (and sometimes annoying) presence

he doesn’t question when you get whiney from the fatigue settling in and instead? he just whines with you!!

the impromptu meeting in the gym? it was actually an orientation and introduction to try out for a pit stop crew program for this really really popular racing organization :D

athletes were in-demand because the discipline and the speed and the skills were needed

and you were filtered furthermore and it just ended up with only the handful of you

of course you could opt out but if you do pursue to go through, and if you do exceptionally good, then you might just be one of the two people they’re gonna hire as a part of the pit stop crew after you graduate!!

god training was rigorous and the practical test was even more nerve-wracking

you were put in pairs and in groups to see how the camaraderie and teamwork would show and bEST BELIEVE THAT YOU AND JUNGKOOK.,.,.

exceptional

breathtaking

best work

not to toot your own horn or anything ://

aha and those two positions? of course it went to the two of you!!

but jungkook, as a fellow pit stop crew member but for your oPPONENT TEAM is beyond irking

you see...

it was guaranteed that you and jungkook would be accepted into the organization

what wasn’t guaranteed, however, is that the two of you would be a member of the same pit crew

u found that hIGHLY confusing because what for... you guys saw how kook and i work together.... don’t you want that idk intact?????

“hobi-hyung’s gonna win this time. i guarantee you that. i bet you HALF of my food allowance”

hobi aka jung hoseok is a force to be reckoned with

you always see him in races and u know enough about him because jungkook just won’t shut up about how great he is!!

he’s a very giggly and joyful person and sometimes you just can’t help smiling when you see him getting interviewed over by their spot

kook’s introduced you to hobi a couple of times eagerly now and hobi does not!! forget!! names!!

it’s a lil conflict of interest for you and jungkook to be openly best friends while being in oppositing teams, but that doesn’t seem to stop heh

hoseok shook your hand firmly and eVEN added another hand so your hand is sandwiched by his and he has a permanent :D on his face

u immediately got why jungkook was so fascinated and happy to be working with him

“i mean nO offense to hobi, kook, and he’s like a rEALLY really great guy and a great driver and i have tons of respect for him also i totally get why you’re whipped for him bUT-“

“ᵒᵏ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ”

“he’s great, but not min yoongi great!!”

he already had that coming

how can jungkook not anticipate that when you have said that to him a million times already

that guy barely even talks to you but he’s so chatty with literally Everyone But You

he has a theory

theorieS actually

ok first one is that ur a guardian angel for yoongi

WAIT NO HEAR HIM OUT FOR A SEC

you just gravitate towards him!! you wanna be around yoongi as much as you can in non-stalker way but rATHER in guardian angel ways

you and jungkook are almost always in the same place at the same time given your jobs

also sketchy for kook because it could be seven in the evening and you’d call him using the hotel phone and go

“eY JUNGKOOK do u wanna come with me to this pub :) to celebrate yoongi’s win today :) do you :) please :) say yes pls :)”

“y/n baby hOW many time do i have to remind you that i am yOUR team’s opponent,,, jung hoseok is the OPPONENT of min yoongi,,,”

“... how many drinks do u want”

...

...

“fINE i’m gonna wear a hoodie again and i’ll get a cab to tail your team’s car and i’ll come inside the pub five minutes after again and tHEN i’ll pretend to bump into you. a g a i n”

plus you always have the heart eyes for yoongi no matter how blank he is with you or frustrated he gets after a sucky race

second theory: you’re not a guardian angel; you probably just have a crush on yoongi

:O

wait does th is mean that lovers are like angels, and angels are like lovers?

goddamn

omg he should’ve just become a poet or something

get those hands busy with typing up the same message but in different wordings and nOT lifting up cars under time pressure or change a wheel like your life depended on it

lmao maybe he should become a singer or something

“but it is true!”

“you use his name as an adjective now!!”

“lol true the sunset was yoongi today”

god jungkook’s thinking if it’s possible to drown himself in this glass of water because eW you’re so in love and for WHAT

“what’s tHAT supposed to mean??”

“beautiful!! c’mon jungkook think every now and then!!”

yoongi just isn’t a name in the game

he is the name of the game

his dad was a famous racer up until his retirement

and then his grandfather set the family name into racing because boi is he a legend too

AND THEN HERE HE IS

yoongi’s been karting ever since he was like what?? six years old??

ultimately ever since he was a kid, he knew he wanted to do racing too

he just didn’t want his family’s reputation preceding him

(he was also thinking of wAIT do i actually have skills oR do i just have “skills” because it’s expected from me)

plot twist he did have skills

he tried out and just had his name as suga

and then when he knocked out those officials and got them sTANDING up from their seats because they really needed what was happening to sink in, that’s when he just dropped the truth bomb

“oh aHA actually i’m min yoongi!! nice to meet you!!”

he was just talented like that

so talented that he almost went with moto racing instead because he knew how to drive motorcyles!!

rode a bike twice and he immediately went pSH give me a motorbike nOW PLS :((

one time he fell out of balance and dislocated his shoulder and yoongi then decided that will never do that again lmao

the thing is, you haven’t had a proper lengthy conversation with yoongi that had some substance to it

it’s your default congratulations and you’re “oMG you killed it out there you were a bEAST!!” and him just going “thanks!” and then walking off

you wanna call him nicknames

if it’s not yoongi, then either it’s sir or it’s mr. min

and it’s no fun :((

how come jungkook can call hoseok HOBI

you really just wish you were as close

sometimes if you’re lucky, yoongi gets your name right!!

it’s okay!! yoongi’s just a little bit reserved with you!! that’s all!! :)

it’s a race day anyway and you all just headed out to the circuit fairly early

yoongi’s sitting by himself wearing a white shirt underneath his racing suit and uWu he looks so comfy :((

normally in practice days and practice drills, he’d be also sitting by himself as he looks wistful staring out

but no not really

he would pull out his phone a couple seconds later oR pass out and wake up when he feels like falling because one of his talents was to fall asleep sitting

sitting.,.. the seat doesn’t even need to have a backrest.,..,

the season is about to end and you dON’T want to pass another season without atleast attempting to invoke some reaction from him with how much you interact with him

you smiled at him more than a hundred times already but he just goes :] and then walks off AGAIN

you’re gonna be proactive!! you’re gonna do these moves!! yOU’RE GONNA OWN IT :D

you’re striding very confidently to where yoongi’s sat and he doesn’t take notice because his back’s turned to you and you’re walking too fast and motivated that he probably doesn’t hear you

wait maybe you need to back-track a little

“am i — am i supposed to know why you’re giving me a pill and what is this pill?”

maybe you should have done a better way to do this aHa

“w-what?? oH nO NO it’s not — it’s a caffeine pill!!”

yoongi’s mouth forms into a lil :O and he tilts his head, trying to register and find your face in the memory bank for his pit crew

“i just — i just noticed aND uh y’know it’s not only me?? it’s just that i- we know that you drink coffee a lot and you aren’t allowed to drink it when it’s an actual game and not practice, because it’s gonna make you pee-“

maybe you shouldn’t be talking about pee

this is the longest (one-sided) conversation you’ve ever had with yoongi without him walking away and you’re talking about body fluids!!!!

it’s okay it’s cool

he probably knows what you’re talking about anyway

everything he wears is heavy-duty fire-proof material from his undies to his racing suits aND so does the pit crew

it’s gonna make you sweat a lot!! it was a given

yoongi doesn’t drink much water in the first place and he only gulps down liters of it when he’s officially done with his race

he doesn’t drink coffee before an actual race either because it just does these things to him

caffeine makes him focused but the particular one that he favors makes him tOO focused

and also coffee makes you pee more than any other!!

plus yoongi swears too that he’s nEVER peed in his racing suit ever and he’s gonna stand by that no matter how much stoopid questions he gets or teases

“point is, you can be a liTTLE bit out of yourself when you don’t have your fix a-and i mean absolutely nO offense yoongi sir aha mmmmh just!! here!! a caffeine pill!!”

he’s looking down on your palm and he takes into detail that the pill was lying snugly on a bed of pREMIUM tissue paper

hmmm this looks like those soft tissues from his hotel room???? is it just him???

you put it there not oNLY for presentation, but also because giving it to him with your bare hands that are gettin sweaty with how nervous you are is unhygienic

god ur struggles

“jungkook is this tissue tOO crumpled?? like does it look intentional crumple, or like an effortless cUte crumple???”

“are u out of your fucking mind?? oh my gOD no it’s too crumpled!! let me do it”

y/n!!

that’s it!! that’s your name!! you’re y/n!!

yoongi can’t believe that there’s this girl from his pit crew that is giving him a caffeine pill because-

“this is nice of you. very considerate.”

yo

did yoongi just talk to you

u have officially lowered your goals in life!! you can nOW perish peacefully knowing that yoongi has said something else to you besides “thanks” :D

he snatches your lil napkin bed and takes the pill and your other hand is a bit lonely because you’re holding a bottle of his special water and-

did he just

did he just swallow a pill dry

people who swallow their pills dry SCARE YOU

they are to be feared honestly

however there are exceptions hehe

tHIS ONLY MAKES YOU WANT TO KNOW YOONGI MORE!!

although you really can’t

not when you can literally hear your crew chief’s footsteps towards you and you’re just smiling through :D

you don’t know a park jimin

no you don’t aha :D

sometimes denial is the key!!!

“y/n, go do some stretches with your crew.”

sometimes u really really just wanna rattle jimin back and forth

he’s a grumpy crew chief!! a strict one!! one that wouldn’t let an ice cream man give out treats, because in his words, it is completely unnecessary

vernon got assigned as ice cream man and his feelings were HURT

jimin’s exceptional, no doubt about that

his strategies coincide well with yoongi’s and it contributes to the winning formula

what you just don’t like is how he’s grumpy with almost everyone else, but he’s extra grumpy with you

you offered a piece out of your packet of gummy bear ones

jimin just stared at you up and down, eyes narrowed as he looks as if he’s been offended big-time

“are you trying to woo me with your citric acid obsession?”

woo wHAT

yOU WHAT????

“jIMIN-“

and then he crossed his arms across his chest as you’re trying to reason out that you were just being considerate and nOt trying to woo him!!!

“aish. if you’re gonna woo me, atleast go for a proper attempt. a granola bar. that’s good. i’m gonna deny you anyway, but atleast that one isn’t laughable.”

you cannot

you seriously cannot comprehend wHY is jimin like this

he has this habit of clicking his tongue and shaking his head and THEN walking away

people walking away from you is a trend apparently

“but jimin i already stretched aND warmed up today”

he hums at that but you have a feeling that your words are just going through one ear and out of the other

you just love being chastised by your crew chief in front of yoongi <3

“with jungkook?”

wait who is jungkook

yoongi suddenly has more interest into this conversation because uh who is jungkook and why does the name itself kinda intimidate him

he’s kinda familiar with the name but nOT the face

:(

is this your thing

is your thing giving out caffeine pills?? this is just a normal occurrence and he shouldn’t feel this AWED at the sentiment??

“yeah!! and we did both our warm-ups!! tWICE if i might add!!”

jimin knows about jungkook tho

he knows how you’re best friends and opponents in a technical sense

he’s a little wary of that still but he guesses that it just can’t be helped???

there’s a lot of talk on the field with how great jungkook is as a pit crew member anyway!! they were surely a bit confused too on with how the two of you were separated but it’s for the better (?) anyways considering that you’re both aces

good for hobi

good for yoongi

bAd for jimin!!! and you’re his favorite

his favorite when it comes to scolding even when you particularly haven’t done anything

tough love

“.... hmmmm”

“mmmmmh”

yoongi feels like he has to add on to the conversation because he’s gotta admit that it’s somehow entertaining

he’ll ask jimin later about this jungkook guy anyway :))

“i didn’t see it though. do it again.”

smile thru da pain :)))

yoongi placed second in this race though and although that isn’t entirely bad, he is still kinda upset because that just means he’s second best :((

hobi placed first!!

he’s all cool about it and yoongi doesn’t wanna be bitter but he iS mad at himself for not getting pole position for this race

so for every race for the season, there’s three qualifying sessions to determine your position in the grid!! if it all adds up and you’re the one with the fastest times, then u become the pole-sitter

acquiring the pole position aka being the pole-sitter puts a driver at an advantage because they’re first in line!! aND they don’t have to weave in between cars at the back and fight for getting ahead

it’s cool that’s cool :))) yoongi’s got pole position more than a handful times anyway :))) he’s just giving out chances for the others :))) 

he’s kind like that :)))

[ yoongi is bURNING in the inside tho ]

there’s what?? like eight more races in this whole championship season?? yeah he could make this work no pressure

the caffeine pill,,, however.,.,.,,

“well?? how did it work out??”

jungkook is beyond impatient now because you keep getting into telling the story of how it went with yoongi but you jUST kept getting distracted

it’s only fair because yah the race just ended and you and jungkook didn’t opt to go back to the hotel with your teams so you could eat out from the stalls here after a really tiring day!! you deserve it!!

“okAy so like i was really nervous, yeah?? so i walked and then oOOOOOH CHEESY BEEF FRIES!! jungkook look omg cHEESy beef fries!! hold on lemme-”

you are aging jungkook and he swears by that

“nO no!! here!!! i already bought them!!! can you just oH my god!! y/n please stand STILL”

he’s holding you still with both of his hands grounding your shoulders wHILE his hands are still holding up his food and drinks and none of them are spilling?

that’s: talent

he’s been antsy ever since you texted him before the race started that you’re diving in head-first without a proper plan!! he was writing an elaborate plan in bullet points on his dotted notebook and tHen you’re telling him that you’re gonna dive straight in??

first of all how dare u

second of all pLEASE just tell him how it went

“five bites of fries, two minutes of telling how it went.”

ok he is a really great negotiator and also you’re already shoving like three in your mouth so this is more favorable than what he bargained for

jungkook does find you a pain in the ass sometimes like there is nO denying that absolutely

but he can attest to the fact that you are a GREAT storyteller

like damn your emotions?? hand gestures?? how you’d eVEN switch positions so he could get visuals of how it went down?? perfection like so good that jungkook feels so flustered because omg?? so tHIS is why you have a crush on yoongi aha

you’re not gonna lie,, jungkook sometimes decreases your lifespan for a solid seven months at the least

but you’re lying too when you say that he isn’t a dAMN good listener/audience

his doe eyes get even bigger and he is dang expressive and he’s never insincere and doesn’t exaggerate tOO much to the point that it’s obnoxious!!

and he doesn’t pick any story of yours!! he is vERY genuine!!!

[ sputters while drinking his iced tea ] “jimin cockblocked aGAIN???”

[ crouches to the floor when you went out to the mall alone because he didn’t want to and ended up meeting owen wilson, the guy who voiced lightning mcqueen ] “WHAT??????? YOU WHAT????? YOU’RE TELLING ME WHAT???????”

[ sobs because he didn’t meet owen wilson ] “i’m just so *wails* i’m just rEGRETTING every *heaves* single decision i made a-and *fans tears* i should’ve just went with you :(((”

[ giggles and shrieks continuously for ten minutes and keeps hugging you because you bought him those big boots that you call romper stompers for his birthday ] “you did nOT!! oh my god they’re really mine?? MINE??? you’re telling me that these are mINE now??? omg omg i could die rn y/n i swear i LOVE YOU!!! i’m not gonna step on u i swear :(( thank you thank you :(((”

yoongi couldn’t be anymore smiley

like sure enough, his mind should only stay in the game when he is in the game

he can’t think about what he wants for dinner later that night or let his thoughts drift because otherwise, hE’S the one that’s going to drift

but maybe

just maybe when he’s at the last stretch and hobi’s already crossed the finish line and the closest driver behind him is like lmao a kilometer away

he just can’t help thinking about you!! and the napkin bed you made for his caffeine pill!! and how he doesn’t get why he’s never talked to you before because like you’re cute n all :D

he’s never seen a pit crew member talk back to jimin like that before and yeah sure you’re playful but not overstepping it ya know

“so jimin,,, y/n, amirite?”

jimin’s a lil bit confused because uhhh yoongi has never talked to him

about you before but he’s not that bothered

“... yeah?”

...

...

“jimin this is the part where you tell me about y/n”

“how was i supposed to know? you only said her name!! is that like a signal or wHAT??”

“couldn’t i be anymore obvious??”

the bottom line is that yoongi got a crash course when it came to you and he couldn’t be any more grateful for jimin

he’s also confirmed that jungkook isn’t ur boyfriend but that’s kinda debatable because jimin added an “i’m not eNTIRELY sure though” and yoongi hates him for it!!

there’s just something about yoongi that you can’t shake off

and you don’t wanna fall that deep because it’s just a crush!! just a harmless crush and u know you aren’t probably gonna stand a chance :((

although you’re just gonna keep that to yourself because kook will probably lecture you for five minutes and THEN smack you in the head because you’re bringing yourself down again

jungkook knows you’re a natural ace like c’mon yoongi’s just gonna be a piece of cake!!

yeah sure yoongi doesn’t initiate conversation with your or barely holds eye contact and can barely remember your name, only recalls you as part of his team, and can be ignoring the things you’re doing for him bUT I MEAN THAT’S NOT ALWAYS THE DETERMING FACTORS, RIGHT??right??

pls say right

jungkook’s convincing himself as much as you’re convincing yourself that u have a chance with yoongi

you can’t help it :((

you love that smile!! that smile when he knows how good he’s done that he automatically could tell that he’d be getting an extra point since he’s the one who was the fastest on that lap!or that laugh when he pops out a cork of champagne once again and he’s getting the hang of it

his calm demeanor looks so cute even when he isn’t even doing anything in particular and how it could be so hot especially when his stare’s just rigid

you’ve been in celebratory going out parties in bars with your team to know that yoongi’s just boisterous and chatty when he gets drunk

he even gets cLINGY to whoever’s sitting beside him and it’s usually jimin and he can even make jimin yield to having oNE more shot with him :((

in meetings too!!!

yoongi’s personal style is just mostly black and sometimes when he’s feeling spicy, he’d add in some random pastels or perhaps even a small nEON detail

his cheeks tooyou just wanna kiss them so bad :(((

they’re so plump and full whenever he pouts and smiles and you have to gRIP your fist just to get rid of the l*nging in your system

YOONGI HAS PIERCED EARS TOO

MULTIPLE PIERCINGS!!!you’ve never seen him wear earrings tho and that’s saddening

jewelry, most especially on drivers, is just a big no-no because just in cAse the driver catches on fire or not, it’s still a big hazard

you once saw yoongi walking in the hallway just as you were about to exit the elevator to go to ur hotel room and he was wearing a wATCH

u almost went feral goddamn

you see yoongi again after your caffeine pill advance on him? a necklace, maybe? those thick chain bracelets like the ones jungkook wears? him wearing rings? it could be a blinged-out diamond band or a heart-shaped plastic ring from a kinder egg and you would sTILL GO FERAL

“i just wish — j-just wish that red string lovers exist in real life, y’know, kook?? do you get what i’m saying?”

jungkook wishes that was a real thing too

you’re just a bit vulnerable because u have some alcohol in your system

a little bit emotional

meanwhile jungkook is just straight up bland and is up for no fun

three-drink jungkook is boring

you should see five-drink jungkook!! hE’S A WILD ONE that could backflip with a 70% success rate of not throwing up after

“i do. i wish that red string lovers do exist. kind of like that movie, kimi no nawa. i love that movie.”

...

“... jungkook. omg a-are you saying i should like, tie a red string on my pinky and tHEN on yoongi’s pinky!! in this way, i could always be connected to him and we’re like never gonna stay away from each other!!”

...

“i believe that would be called stalking.”

“no i meant fIGURATIVELY”

this three-drink jungkook is no fun

what you’re gonna do is get him to drink more because the motto for pit crew members is “drink as if it’s your last because it IS!!!”

drinking kinda messes up workout routines and the semi-strict diet the members are put on to ensure you’re all strong and enduring

so drinking is just reserved for wins or when the crew chief allows it and MAYBE just maybe when you and kook decide to get a lil sip and sharing a can won’t hurt :D

“okay, okay. another one!! drink another one!!”

you have to physically make jungkook drink because he doesn’t wanna hold the shot glass claiming that it’s too dirty and before he gets iffy even more, you just bring the glass to his lips and even put a hand underneath his chin because you are tHAT great of a friend

sometimes you just need to credit yourself for being a really great best friend to jungkook

four-drink jungkook is a BUNNY

he’s starting to ascend to his five-drink state and therefore through the process, he’s crinkling his nose more

the nose crinkle and the smile that highlights his two front teeth has always been in effect but this one’s just more persistent

he doesn’t hop like a bunny tho or like even stand because that’s six-drink dance bot jungkook’s moves

instead

he just-

cHOMPFS

jungkook’s just biting down on your shoulder SOFTLY

the same gentleness of a golden retriever with an egg on its mouth!!he’s not nibbling or biting down or anything!! he’s just oMPH :D

there’s no rhyme or reason to why he’s doing this and you’re unsure either lmao you’ve told him before what he does drunk when he’s sober and he goes?? lol what i do tHAT???

you don’t mind honestly

you’re thankful that you’re wearing a black hoodie and it’s made with a fluffy cotton material!! it’s a win-win and u can even feel jungkook smiling

the alcohol isn’t hitting you JUST yet but u. r aware that you’re getting a tad more chatty now and then suddenly you’re telling jungkook a summary of this sugar stars episode in which they were supposed to make cupcakes for this luxury jewelry brand and in oNE of the cupcakes there should be like a necklace worth thousands of dollars bUT THEY FORGOT IF THEY ALREADY PUT IT IN THE BATCH AND-

“hey, is this guy bothering you, y/n?”

you hear a velvety voice interrupting you and it’s oddly familiar

said person extends his hand to put on your shoulder and you kinda jolt at the sudden contact and it’s just goosebumps“.... yoongi?”

:O

yoongi’s on your left side and u could clearly see him nowhE LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO SQUARE UP

i mean truth be told he wASN’T supposed to be here because after placing 3rd he just didn’t wanna go part because for wHAT and he wanted to go to bed instead

but them jimin called him and asked if he was sure because like... the entire team is here and the owner of the bar is a FAN and all drinks are on the house so,,,

he jUST got here and while he was looking for jimin, the first thing he sees is the back of your head (he’s memorized it hehe) and a guy bITING DOWN ON YOUR SHOULDER and yours hands are gesturing and shit

and so he’s beyond confused to see you confused over seeing him all confused and perhaps protective

“yoongi!!”

u practically squeal and ur not gonna hide that

although he just ignores that because he’s focused on some more pressing matters at hand

“man, seriously, what the fuck? can you just back off-“

yoongi is literally about to pull jungkook away from you because up to now this dude is NOT reading the room and the fact that he is 2 seconds away from decking him

“no nO yoongi!! it’s okay lol he’s my best friend! he’s not-“

there’s a delay on words sinking to jungkook’s ears so he’s just now reacting lmao

“mfhsIR thif if mY EMOFYONAL FUPPORT MFFSHOULDER”

jungkook’s angrily lifting his eyes but not his face with it so he’s-

oH THAT’S YOONGI :D

“this is my friend who’s kinda drunk and bITES my shoulder when he’s drunk aha jungkook!! say hi, gguk”

“hI YOOMGIIII!!! i’m jungmkook :D”

kook takes a quick second to lift himself off your shoulder to give an eager wave to yoongi

oH that face is familiar

jungkook?

jungkook jungkook oH THIS IS THE JUNGKOOK HE ASKED JIMIN ABOUT

whew

honestly he was kinda scared because when yoongi got a closer look when he was fuming, jungkook looked like a big buff guy and he was a little scared because-oh jungkook just went back to biting your shoulder ://

“i thought you weren’t gonna come?”

“i thought i was gonna fight sOMEONE”

hehe

you can’t help but feel a lil bit happy that omg yoongi cares for u

and although he’s mistakened jungkook as a pervert whose modus operandi is to bite at shoulders, it’s still the thought that counts!!!!

your right shoulder that has kook attached to it feels indifferent and your left shoulder that yoongi touched for a second is ON FIRE

be still, be calm. be still, be calm. be still, be — OMG YOONGI IS SITTING BESIDE YOU FUCK

“it’s jungkook, right?”

he, for sure, knows that it is jungkook alright but he just wants to ask u know

just to be sure

although you’re kinda oblivious to the fact that he’s directing the question to you more than to jungkook himsELF bc you’re very much swayed by his gummy smile

“yeah!! he’s jungkook, alright :D”

“this might be a stupid question to ask but uh i’ve just never seen him oR like maybe it might just be my memory but jungkook’s in our team, right??? or like nO?”

“o-oh aHA about that yoongi,, sir,, actually jungkook isn’t in our team, ya know? but he DOES support us and is like whoosh a fAN of you :))”

he is having too much fun with this one

“really? but i saw him in the box before, with you, i think? lol u silly goose if you have a boyf-“

“jUNGKOOK ISN’T MY BOYFRIEND! he never was!! yoongi trust me i am very single right now i mean it!! 100%”

“are you sure? like-“

“he’s just my best friend ever since college and we’re not a thing i sWEAR!! you see him in the box sometimes because he just needs someone to buy him nachos from the stalls aND he’s a pit stop crew member for jung hoseok-“

you’d like to think that you are diffusing this situation very well

“-and that tOTALLY doesn’t matter because pfft?! i don’t even know jung hoseok like wHAAAAAT does he uhm race or sth?? whew am i right lmao can i get an amen? ᵖˡˢ ˢᵃʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵖˡˢ”

yoongi already knows this bit of information and his eye does twitch at the mention of hoseok like how mr. bean is with mozambique but it’s COOL seeing you flustered is getting a really cheesy smile out of him

“do you rap?”

“no but do you want me to”

yoongi snorts and giggles at that and meanwhile you are getting THE nervous sweats because obviously you weren’t prepared for this

damn it :( you should’ve just kept jungkook sober so he could “wingman the fUCK out of you” in his own words

the only thing you could do that’s the closest to rapping is have jungkook beatbox in the background while u go bow chicka wowow bow cHICKA WOW :((

“you’re funny.”

yoongi’s still kinda dying at giggling throughout the whole interaction but he really means it sincerely ok

QUICK IS THAT A COMPLIMENT OR AN INSULT

“thanks :))”

fUck it you should’ve just said a one-liner or something, not a timid thanks or would that be trying too hard

you are getting too panicked and nervous now and the only out you see is-

“ggukie!! you want another drink?”

bless up

bless jungkook’s soul for immediately agreeing and before you know it, you’re lifting another shot glass to his lips with a hand underneath his chin

you’re gonna help him with his hangover tomorrow because he’s saving yOUR ass by easing the tension of how pATHETICALLY nervous you are with yoongi

yoongi’s persevering too because this jungkook guy has hands.. what?? does he drink his water from a formula bottle??? DOES HE NEED MILK

chile why is he getting jealous

it’s not like he’s become fond of you nor got attached to this girl that gave him a caffeine pill placed on a napkin bed after much observation of him and the sentiment behind it just makes him mushy

lol

couldn’t be him :))

:)

...

....

SIKE IT’S HIM THAT’S HIM :(((

“YOOOOOOONGIIIIIIIIIII!!!”

oh god 

oh no

it’s a drunk jimin :(

a drunk, happy, gIGGLY JIMIN

“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!”

you’re quite surprised at the sight because uH you’re used to jimin the grumpy crew chief

nOt jimin the giggly person who’s giggling at the little rainbows ur bracelet makes when the light hits it and who’s complimenting your hoodie sO HARD

mom come pick me up im scared

“y/n O-M-G where did you get those earrings because they r the bomb dot COM”

“jimin what did u drink because i am LOVING it”

“a pomelo gin mix or like fOUR of them.”

yoongi answers for jimin because he knows all too well

woop jimin’s hugging him now and his grip is tight o-okay i guess i’ll... keep you... still?

it’s not jimin’s fault :( he just likes pretty drink i mean could u blame him :(((

“aish those pack a punch for sure. you could barely taste the gin because of the juice-“

“-but it gets you drunk nonetheless no matter how much you drink it.”

:D

:D

you and yoongi are straight up CONNECTING right now vibing if u will

“yeah and some light it up on fire then take it out so it would taste smoother and seamless!!”

that’s it he’s had enough yoongi will propose to you rIGHT NOW he thought he was the only one who knew that fact

oR KNEW THE DIFFERENCE

or knew the reason for it that isn’t just to make it look cool

oh man you feel so sorry for pegging yoongi as just one of those “all beers taste the same” dudes in senior year :’’’)

“jUNGKOOOOOOOK!!!”

jimin kinda ruins the moment by opening his mouth being all excited as he points excitedly to look at who’s beside you

“YOOOOOOOOOONGIIIIIII!!!!”

“oh oh! shh!!! you’re not supposed to be here but it’s ok jungkooooook!!! i’ll just close my eyes!!!”

“h-hey guys *hiccup* have you seen jimin? because i can’t see him!!”

that’s not... that’s not how it works...

jungkook is giggling so hard and jimin’s gonna roll over anytime if it isn’t for yoongi holding him

“omg jungkook’s earrings look like windchimes :D”

“y/n omg jIMIN’S RIGHT! they do look like windchimes :D”

“i bet they also sOUND LIKE WINDCHIMES :D” jimin’s leaping out of yoongi’s hold eagerly and the both of u just know that this is gonna go bad

he’s about to faceplant because he’s slipping the moment he decided to break free

it’s a good thing you’re catching him and jimin’s embracing you now while

his legs are slack on the floor and jungkook the drunk dumbass thought it was an emergency

and in times of emergency apparently, jungkook’s move is try and hop on your back for a piggyback ride“okay, okay, time to get off y/n now!!”

yoongi chuckles as he pries jimin off of you and onto himself instead

jungkook sTILL won’t give up into having a piggyback ride from you hmp

“hey, wanna split an uber?

”you like that idea very much :D“who’s gonna sit with them at the back, though?”

“you can give me your number and i’ll volunteer tribute :))”:D

that’s good

this is good

yeah sure yoongi might’ve had to sit in the middle of jimin and jungkook that are messes

and has to endure it when young, wild and free by wiz khalifa came on aND

jimin went owo “young sound like yoongi omg”

and jungkook went and followed and the whole lyrics were yoongi wild and yoongi free

but that’s ok

that’s okay!!!

he had to say goodbye to you two floors early because that’s where jungkook’s room is and u need to tuck him in

the most he could do was walk you to the door while having a sleepy jimin use him as a crutch

all worth it though :))

“thanks for tonight, yoongi :))”

and there’s just this tentative silence because the both of you kinda felt dejected because you didn’t want tonight to end, truthfully

you press a tentative lil kiss on his cheek and

:O

“good night.”

yoongi’s cheek is tingling aHHHHHH HE’S ABOUT TO BURST

that’s so precious

YOU’RE SO PRECIOUS

alcohol doesn’t fix everything bUT ON RARE OCCASIONS IT COULD BE A BRIDGE

jungkook woke up with a killer headache because apparently when you and yoongi weren’t looking, jimin let him have a sip of his drink and he was immediately :O

but you did lessen it to an amount!!!!!

he could barely register what happened last night but what he did remember is yOONGI

just yoongi

aND THAT MEANS HE COULDN’T REMEMBER UR LITTLE CHEEK KISS :D

eventually you’d tell him but not now

jungkook’s all smiles when you were telling him on how you tucked him to bed and eVEN caved into giving him a piggyback ride

your explanation of you making him drink a full bottle of water and then some more is the reason to why he felt bloated and every time he moved in his deep sleep he was just sLOSHING around

although you didn’t get to do his skincare routine on him because he likes tapping his face

and tapping jungkook’s face while he’s drunk is like choosing death because he’d think that there were little ants on his face and he’d freak the fUck out

so you just took a makeup wipe to get the dirt off his face and put on a face mask!! minimal effort!! maximum results!! efficiency :D

yours and jimin’s dynamic is chANGING FOR THE BETTER he’s getting warmer to you now!!!

you did tease him one time about the pomelo gin drink and he glared at you

but then you whispered to his ear

“if it’s between your choice of pomelo pink gin and yoongi’s whiskey? i’d pick pink gin all the way :D”

jimin gasped out loud

friendship? bUILDING

you and yoongi??

safe to say that you’re on the closer side :D

i mean tECHNICALLY you aren’t on the commitment boat yet or like… you haven’t had a date yet…. or held hands…..

but you’re getting there!!! iT’S A PROCESS

you’ve always been his supporter in the sidelines but now u r a full-pledged cheerleader for him in the moments that you aren’t tending to his car or tending to work

practice sessions are held starting two days before the race

it’s literally just for practice and it’s for the driver to get familiar and to test out some things that may need to be tweaked furthermore

this is the only time the drivers get to drive the cars besides the actual race itself

and the race is held on sunday!!!!

two practice sessions on friday that last one and a half hours each

and a final practice session on saturday that lasts for an hour

obviously you’re there

bUT when you’re not in use, you just completely revert to cheering for yoongi by the barrier!!!“GO YOONGS!!!!!”

jimin sends you a look to keep it down because even though he has his headphones on he could sTILL hear you

you shut up of course but not without waving your hands in the air whenever yoongi’s car comes into your view :D

in qualifying sessions too!!! these are to determine the driver’s grid positions in the actual race

and eVERY driver’s goal is to earn pole position, the front-most and most advantageous position from the starting line!!!

pole position doesn’t automatically mean that you’re the winner but it does help the driver to ace at that closer!!!

you shut up in qualifying sessions because in fact, you’re nervous too there are six more races to this whole season and each one is important because yoongi and hobi?? they’re just neck-to-neck with their scores and although yoongi’s on the lead, he could nEVER BE COMPLACENT

yoongi’s pole-sitter undoubtedly with his performance and then could you breathe a sigh of relief :))

he’s stripping his racing suit slightly and by that he means taking off the velcro and getting the zipper undone and taking off his balaclava and

oBVIOUSLY his helmet

fact: race suits are extremely light but are sO HOT

yeah sure there’s been upgrades to it and that it has cooling properties now but u can’t exactly feel that when you’re gonna be in it for atleast an hour doing a proper race

his routine lately is going sTRAIGHT to you after he finishes whatever he’s doing

“you didn’t cheer me on :((“

“that’s because i was too busy rooting for you in my mind :))”

“well then root for me with your mOUTH”

“what”

“wHAT??”

yoongi’s just being a little petty and cranky, that’s all

it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t give much affection, he automatically doesn’t want to rECEIVE it :(((

admittedly, you’re kinda cutting off from the physical affection with yoongi lately because jungkook quizzed you and you’re pretty sure that you were in a default :O after

“who texts first?”

“me!! our schedules don’t exactly match up because he has a different trainer than our pit crew does but i just wanna wake up extra early to send him a text :))”

“who sleeps earlier?”

“yoongi!! lmao he loves resting whenever he can aND he even brings this diffuser with him whenever we gor from hotel to hotel!!”

“who goes to who more frequently?”

“oOoOhhh i love visiting yoongi!!! whenever i surprise him he just looks so shocked and eventually it sinks in to him”

“who exerts more effort?”

“kook i — oH.,..,.”

of course jungkook is so happy for you because look at you!! you went from admiring yoongi from afar to hanging out with him actively and even going so far as to have him kiss your cheek once!!

but no matter how supportive he is, he jus wants to be as realistic too because he doesn’t want you hurt

yes he admires how you are with him but like mAYBE you’re far in too deep and yoongi is not on the same level

and so you just came to the conclusion that maybe you were just being too enthralled in it to not see that yoongi doesn’t find the concept of you

and him together as desired as you found it to be

:((

and so maybe you’ve been detaching yourself lately

you stay in bed sleeping for as long as you’d like, and the only alarm clock you have is jimin ringing the bell on your door to let you know that training

was to start

jimin quickly catched on to what you were doing because he’s seeing less of you around yoongi??? surprisingly???

and he just couldn’t keep it in to not know what was happening so he asked jungkook

then jungkook was positively surprised and happy because jimin???? coming to him personally to ask???? omg he is gonna spill of course and so jimin was like eh… it’s the least i could do i guess….

five rings of the doorbell to wake you up

seven rings to let you know that training’s gonna start in ten minutes

ten rings to oPEN YOUR DAMN DOOR

you didn’t linger around yoongi unnecessarily and you weren’t sending those specifically niche templates you see on instagram that make you laugh

he doesn’t receive the “you’re a daughter of an astronaut and a swimmer and you’re not sure which aesthetic to pick because you’re too dizzy from accidentally inhaling chlorine in the big-ass man-made pool since you intern at nasa and u just need to lie down” lookbooks :(

he thought of it as nothing at first because eh they’re just little things!!! he barely notices anyway

WRONG

yoongi feels so devastated because why :(( won’t :(( you just :(( hUG HIM OUT OF THE BLUE LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO

these days he feels so on edge because aHa!! anytime now, y/n’s gonna hug me :D

but then you dON’T

yoongi put on extra perfume because you like burrowing your nose to his neck whenever you hug him and wHY aren’t you hugging him

wait maybe it’s the perfume that’s throwing you off??

nevermind he’s gonna buy another hundred-dollar bottle of a different perfume it’s ok nO WORRIES and sometimes you don’t join the team breakfast and yoongi’s all lost

because hMmM??? i got u these pancakes a-and i already put the butter and the syrup….. why aren’t you here…

you’re with jungkook and his team knows about your friendship and how it came to be and they’re all just eH it’s okay y/n’s cool anyways :))

hobi’s so kind

jungkook sits in the same table as hobi and therefore that means you sit beside kook and u have no choice because he WILL insist

not because you’re his friend but also because he’s too lazy to stand and get another serving so he’ll just steal some from your plate

hobi eVEN offers to refill your glass with orange juice because his is gone too and he’s gonna get more anyway :))

yoongi can’t go over it though and he’s just wallowing because first, hoseok’s aiming for his title that he wants to retain, and nOW HOSEOK’S COMING FOR HIS Y/N???

ok his might be a little bit of a reach because he hasn’t asked you out yet but he iS getting there

he swears that he feels so lost without u :((

and so yoongi’s persistent and he vouched his day-off to be aligned with your gym day aaaand he’s here now :D

he’s right behind you!!

“hiii.”

yoongi squeezes in on the space left at your side

well you dIDN’T expect yoongi today clearly“hi pls back up a little i mAY accidentally kick you :D”

you’re doing pull-ups at the moment and you’re getting the hang of doing them!! even if this used to be the bane of your existence in your workout program and you’d sell your soul just for jungkook to call you and cry on the phone and pretend he stubbed his toe or something to get out of training

so tHAT’S yoongi’s greeting??? :((

“i haven’t seen you lately”

“hmm? i see you everyday, yoongs”

“rEALLY??”

you’re only discovering now that while doing pull-ups, you can aLSO make and maintain conversation!!

yoongi’s a bit sarcastic because your full attention isn’t on him and he guesses that it’s a given when you’re working out bUt are you even hearing what he’s saying :((

“doesn’t feel like it, though.”

ok that one made you falter a little bit

“how can you say??”

he practically huffs at that and that also goes noticed

how can you not know that???

he’s a patient person but with you, he just gets sO eager and whiney and now he just can’t cope!!!

just when he thought you were finally go down because you were slowing your movements, you were oNLY doing that just to regain your momentum for another set AND!!!

fine then :))

yoongi’s jumping up and his hands wrap around the higher bar snugly, his body pressed to yours

he’s so close oh my god yOONGI’S SO CLOSE TO YOU

you’re suspended in air and a bit breathless and yoongi’s just hanging slack and he’s about to burst into a smile because uH success!!!

his lips look so kISSABLE and his cheeks are plump and his eyes are v enchanting and wHEW you’re sweating at this point and it’s nOt from working out

yoongi only tilts his head as he earns the reaction he wanted and more :D

“who’s your trainer? sehun?”

“y-yeaHh???”

“m’kay.”

he’s not content just yet and for a split second, yoongi tilts his face to the side of yOUR face and his lip barely brush to the shell of your ear

“i’ll pull you out of this one. eat lunch with me.” the sound of yoongi dropping back down to the floor makes you jOLT because oh.,., oh that rEALLY DID JUST HAPPEN HUH

what a menace

your heart is too weak for yoongi

you are sO whipped :’’’)

so whipped that you cave into jungkook’s demands

jungkook’s aLWAYS been your sticker guy

he just has stickers… that he either makes or acquires but he isn’t telling where from… and either gives or sells them to u

he has this label maker too that could print your name on or whatever you want to put on your stuff

he would even input little stars or little hearts or even lil dinosaurs if you want him to!!!

you don’t know how and why but wHEREVER you go, jungkook always has stickers on him

AND THIS IS REALLY SPECIAL OK

you specifically told jungkook to curate like a ten-pack out of the things you told him about yoongi

he has the reigns aS LONG as he thinks (and it better be) that it screams min yoongi!!

it’s just that you wanna give gifts to yoongi and you don’t need aNY occasion just to give presents

you were deep in thought and your head blanked and then went…

stickers…. get him stickers

snickers???

…. stickers ….

sNEAKERS???

…. stickers dUMB BITCH i said stickers!!!! …..

lol u love ur mind

and when you said that to jungkook, he fell both honored AND pressured like what if yoongi decides not to like you anymore because of your (his) sticker choices

what then

damn ur wrong for this

jeez jungkook’s becoming the backbone of your blossoming relationship ://

sigh but it’s cool,, jungkook’s used to becoming a fundamental part to society

jungkook’s ringing your bell so early in the morning because he just got done last night with completing his collection!! and you iMMEDIATELY need to see it as per his insistence

ok they r pretty cool

there’s yoongi’s name in a really cool yet sophisticated font that just screamed yoongi to you!!

there’s Agust D in a big bold formal font!! you remember that story of how yoongi was born and raised briefly in daegu then they had to move and he misses his hometown

he was about to use Agust D as his name when he first tried out for racing but the name itself made so many heads turn so he was just,,, too spicy,,,

i’ll make it suga

OMG YOUR INITIALS

jungkook’s wild for that one but omg you’re giggling because wow u like that

“clouds?? and the sky’s purple??”

“i think eVERYBODY likes clouds”

“well some pilots don’t”

“what makes them think that clouds like them back?”

wait

“a cat??… flipping me off???”

“lol ok funny story but yoongi flipped me off once LMAOOO”

“… he did what”

“i’ll tell u the story later but this, THIS — okay i don’t know if it’s just me, but yoongi looks like a cat, y’know?? like i sWEAR i could see cats in him, and then i see him in cats. do you get me??”

“gguk-“

“and he wears headbands, right? LOOK I EVEN DREW HIM A HEADBAND!! :D”

ok you aren’t gonna lie

this ten-pack goes pretty fucking hard if you may say so

“how much do i owe you, kook?”

“that would be fifty dollars :D”

“fifty wait wHAT?? FIFTY DOLLARS?? WHAT??? JUNGKOOK SAY SIKE”

psh atleast it was worth a shot

“fine. tHIRTY dollars.”

“THIRTY DOLLARS?????”

you know for a fact that these ten stickers aREN’T worth tHIRTY DOLLARS

the highest jungkook’s ever charged you is $10 for a pack of ninety-nine he even took one from the sticker booklet and he only said that after he sold it to u

you both know that these aren’t $30 :((

it’s always a take it or leave it situation because you know hobi is a sucker for stickers :((

“…. fine.” you pull thirty dollars from your wallet and that’s thirty dollars ur never gonna get back

jungkook’s a bit frazzled because wHAT

you actually gave him tHIRTY dollars??

they don’t even cOST _____ dollars!!!

it’s just awkward now when he tries to take back what he said

“… as a special gift.,.,. i’m gonna put them.,.,. in a nice envelope.,., that i uh doodled hearts on…”

quick if jungkook was a seller on redbubble, how many stars would you rate him

this better have a gREAT PAYOFF

spoiler alert: it did!!!

YOONGI LOVES THEM

“i mean i’m not saying you should put these on your race car because i kNOW every gram matters on it and like — sTICKERS!! u can stick them anywhere am i right :D”

:O

“do you uh,, do you like it? ˡᵃʸ ᶦᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ”

“y/n bABY ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? i love them sO MUCH!! like look aH OMG IT’S ME THAT’S — I’M SUPPOSED TO BE THIS CAT RIGHT???”

it went great!!!

above and beyond than what you expected

“thank you thank you dO YOU KNOW that you’re the best eVER :(((“

yoongi is so touched and awed over a pack of sTICKERS and it’s the little joys and you that make him the happiest

he’s so excited and pumped because he can’t pick on where to put them because they’re so precious and in the same time he doesn’t wanna use them because they’re tOO precious

yoongi’s about to kiss your cheek in the same time you wanna explain some of them and-

oh

he’s kissing the corner of your mouth

he only realizes when you squeak a little and he feels just so unexplainable with pure bliss that’s going through his body omg

and then yoongi pulls away to gauge your reaction because he was iNITIALLY gonna go for a cheek kiss but now that’s out of the bank because he wants more and-

oh god his cheeks are already on fire and tHIS WAS JUST A KISS TO THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH ACCIDENTALLY

it’s time to clear his throat and attempt to clear his mind“is uHhH sehun? 

sehun the trainer today?”

“yeaH it’s sehun…”

yoongi please say what i want you to say

pleathe

“i can — i cAN bail you out, if you want.,.. you uH ˢʰᶦᵗ do you wanna go karting with me?? like, right now??? it’s okay if you don’t wanna bUt i mean ᶠᵘᶜᵏ uhHhH-“

“yeah :)) i wanna go karting with you :))”

yoongi’s a mess and hE’S the nervous one now and he keeps scratching the back of his neck and he can’t maintain eye contact

he was about to explain that he’s not pressuring you wait dID YOU JUST SAY

“yes?? yeah?? oH that’s cool :D”

“do i need to get changed or-“

i mean you’re still in your workout leggings and a big black shirt jungkook has an aBUNDANCE of so u just stole one and tried out embroidery!!

it’s not the best aha

kinda ugly because it’s massive on you and u just take it off whenever the workout progresses to be harder

“no!! no!! don’t worry!! i’ll bring my backpack!! just take yourself, y/n, i’ll take care of you ʷᵃᶦᵗ ʷᵃᶦᵗ aHA!!! i’ll pack my shirts for you and water and like snacks omg i will be back in fIVE minutes!!!”

there’s kinda no protest since yoongi’s already dashing out of your hotel room and into his… and he’s leaving you alone and he swears that this will only take fIVE minutes

he’s a nervous wreck

but yOU are too

because wait

this is your first date!!

THIS COUNTS AS YOUR FIRST DATE

oh god you are gonna cOMBUST

it did take five minutes and perhaps even earlier!!

yoongi’s managed to even get a cap for you and sUNBLOCK

he has a driver hired and that’s kinda ironic because hE’S the driver but he doesn’t mind!!!

he’s sitting with you at the second row and you’ve never really properly been out the city ever since you got here because leisure trips aren’t exactly in your schedule

the buildings and the scenery are so cool and authentic and yoongi’s just staring at you as you stare out :(((

why are you so beautiful :(((

he’s envisioned taking you out for go-karting as your first date but nOT NOW

yoongi’s accidentally kissed you once on the corner of your mouth and he is now forever a changed man

his mind immediately went wOOP take y/n karting nOW

yoongi has a pinterest board with ideas for a first date

picnics are cute but there’s just so much aNTS and mosquitoes and flies would go to ur food when you turn away for a single second!!!

not to mention that he never checks the weather reports lmao

and grass with how soggy they could he eVEN if it didn’t rain???

disgusting

there’s always the option of dinner dates too

but sometimes they could be just SO boring and it’s a hit or miss whether you’d like the food because you don’t like overly fancy restaurants y’know

not to mention that they r overrated and the food isn’t that good to your taste bUT maybe that’s just you

he’s searched this place up a couple days ago and look!!! they have karts that have tWO seats on them

maybe he could rent out the place or pull out the “no it’s MIN YOONGI” card and he can drive you around and stuff :D

it’s postive to say that you’re vERY excited

“last one to cross the finish line buys the winner gifts for a whole week bYEEEE”

wait

that’s not-

tHAT’S NOT HOW THIS IS SUPPOSED TO GO

apparently this is how yOU want it to go

the idea of yoongi driving you around in go-karts didn’t cross your mind once

you thought that you were gonna race against him and gOD ARE YOU SO EXCITED

you work on cars not drive in cars

the closest you’ve ever went to karting is going on bumper cars when jungkook took you to the amusement park!!!

it’s not racing because all you and kook did was bump the other as mUCH as possible to the point that the attendant was :/// are they ok

you know how to drive!!!

not to flex or anything but u dO have a professional driver’s license aha :D

although that doesn’t mean shit if ur kinda being honest

do you know how to drift a car like what they do in fast and the furious?? probably yes

jungkook was “breaking in” his car and he took you to the dealership with him and the car just felt so sTIFF and then he saw an empty parking lot….

and well you didn’t exactly STOP him because it isn’t your car

how could you stop someone from doing something that you yourself wANT to do

can you drive as fast as yoongi?? possibly yes

will it be as clean and as easy as he makes it to be?? heck no

yoongi’s chasing after you because oh you are dEDICATED now to racing against him

you’re even scrambling to put your race suit on iN FRONT OF HIM and it makes him all flustered as he tries to keep up by turning and putting on his own

“now don’t go easy on me, okay???”

yoongi’s a bit confused because what did u just say

not to fuel his ego or anything but madame he is a race car driver and it runs in his blood and the skill is in his name

he loves u (although he hasn’t said that yet) but he doesn’t want to ruin all your hopes and dreams

“just race as what you normally do and i’ll do my oWN!!! :D”

o-okay

you’re fast!!!as fast as go-karts could go!!!

you even turned down yoongi’s offer of a ten-second head start because wHERE’S THE FUN IN THAT

you are as happy and as giddy as you could ever be

yoongi, on the other hand, is worried a ton

you’re still a bit cautious when it comes to curves and to turning and

yoongi’s heart physically stops whenever you go through them because now you’re starting to pick up the pace around them

you’re getting used to the curves as you go on and you’re starting to maintain speed aND go through curves smoothly

he’s happy that you’re happy but god he’s just tERRIFIED okay

the list of what could possibly go wrong is evading his mind and for god’s sake, he’s a rACE CAR DRIVER HIMSELF!!!!! with custom top-speed cars and not go-karts!!! and not once did this list cross his mind whenever he drives

it’s just now hitting him that his profession’s dangerous

but your profession tOO is dangerous!!!

you may not be the driver put you are a part of the pit stop crew that tends to the car the driver’s racing!!!!

fIRES!!! pneumatic torque guns that are sO DANGEROUS!!!! wheels!!!!! gas!!!!! the driver himself when he’s in a rush and could possibly injure people along the way!!!!!

yoongi’s going down on a spiral so harsh that he didn’t even notice that not only did you pass him, but you’re also farther away from him sIGNIFICANTLY and before he knows it, you finished first!!

:D

“yoongs yoongs did you see me dID YOU SEE ME?????? :D”

you jump up to yoongi the moment he gets out of his kart and he instantly catches you and puts his hands underneath your thighs to secure you

your arms are even around his neck and you are incredibly close to yoongi more than you could ever wrap your head around

“mhmmmm ‘course i did!!”

he mindlessly hums and he just takes the time to see you up close like this before you realize and yelp later on because ur flustered

god yoongi’s never cared for anyone this much before

he’s falling in so hard

and that’s not necessarily a bad thing, right?

the moment you stop talking and gushing is the moment you realize that yoongi’s been awfully quiet all throughout, making you look down and-

yoongi’s kissing you

for rEAL this time

god he is putty in your hands and he’s extremely mushy

your lips are sO soft that he feels like he could die a happy man

you don’t know if your getting this adrenaline from the rush you got from winning or if it’s just the desire to kiss him for so long that’s fueling you but either way

yoongi feels a little tug on his roots and that instinctively makes him kiss you a little deeper

his kisses taste so gOOD TOO

although you DO need to breathe every once in awhile

:D

yoongi has the biggest gummy smile on his face and his legs feel like giving out because he feels sO HAPPY

you don’t fight the grin on your face either because wow :D that was just wHoosh!!! the suspense built up to it was incomparable oh god the tENSION before

he doesn’t mind losing then :)

“one more? :D”

oh god u are rEALLY whipped for yoongi

and this puts the two of you on ANOTHER level okay

he’s gotten more affectionate and showy almost

jimin’s kinda concerned because sometimes he sees yoongi smiling out of the blue and he’s just…. what is this guy ON…..

jungkook’s so excited and happy for you!!!

he keeps pushing that this wouldn’t have happened if it isn’t for his overpriced stickers

he wants you to tell him EVERYTHING

“yeah?? and tHEN WHAT????”

he is a little jealous however because not all your time is spent on hanging out with him anymore

or how a particular someone would be joining your hangouts from time to time aka yoongi being a third wheel

…. or maybe jungkook’s the third wheel ….

lol impossible :)))))))

[ jeon jungkook continiously tries to deny the truth to himself as always ]

he could be nosy yes bUT he’s always curious

although

“so he’s finally your boyfriend?”

he makes sense most of the times

now that you think about it.,.,.

wait

oh

wAIT YOONGI ISN’T YOUR BOYFRIEND

you aren’t sure either if there’s a label already set?????

because as far as you know, kissing someone doesn’t automatically translate to gREAT UR MY PARTNER IN LIFE NOW

oh no

it’s all good!!!

all good!!!!

you could open this up to yoongi later!!!

oh wait he’s busy

tomorrow then!!!!

uH nope he’s busy

the other day then :))

yoongi keeps getting busy and busy as he explains to the point that you’re in the same floor but you aren’t even seeing each other

he isn’t lying to you, right??

this isn’t about the kiss, right?????

goddamn you jungkook :((

the gears in your head are turning because oh god what if yoongi’s realized that he doesn’t want to commit to you

or that this is as long as a free netflix trial and your time’s up and you need to gO

it also feels oddly sketchy too because yoongi’s only become suddenly busy and almost unreachable ever since the kiss

it is, in fact, about the kiss

god yoongi himself feels that he’s an asshole

he’s suddenly second-guessing his decisions

he’s went down the rabbit hole of thinking that mAYBE you deserve better than him

his name’s kinda big and some rumors follow him too, whether it’s inside or outside the track

yoongi has a track record of ex-girlfriends as what the media wittily dubs it aND HE WON’T DENY IT OK

he does have some ex-girlfriends and his lovelife isn’t talked about within the team because they just treat rumors as rumors and it’s yoongi’s life anyway

but what if news breaks out that you and him are dating

and his track record is brought up once again

aND NOT JUST THAT

because yoongi also feels like he isn’t worthy enough for you :((

he could be bland and too blunt at some points

as opposed to you :(( who’s sometimes too kind and always tries to understand situations and won’t also take shit from anyone

he’s not as spontaneous or charismatic as jungkook

he can’t be as spontaneous as jungkook who’s willing to go to a halloween party with him as mater and you as lightning mcqueen aND PERHAPS IN THE LITERAL COSTUME KIND OR SOMEHOW CLOSE TO IT

he’s not as avid in things that you like as much as jungkook is

he’s just yoongi :((

and he feels like the whole yoongi for y/n thing isn’t enough :((

you haven’t seen yoongi though

and since today’s for the practice sessions, this is the time that you’re sURELy gonna see him!!!

that’s the problem though

because seeing someone doesn’t exactly guarantee that they’re gonna pay attention to you

in other words: you think that yoongi might be avoiding you :((

he wasn’t alone as he normally was and just when you were about to approach him, that’s when he left to go get changed

you have no choice too since he goes straight to the track and that was it!!

you’re sneaking in to reply to jungkook who’s asking for updates because he’s as committed to this scenario as much as you were

this is the last practice session anyway

you just want to get this over with so you could go confront yoongi and fix whatever is this that’s happening :((

it doesn’t help, really

doesn’t help when the practice session is over and what yoongi does the first thing when he finishes is not go back to where the team is

or perhaps just hop over the box like he usually does

he goes to kim dahyun,,

kim dahyun

she’s a heiress?? a socialite?? maybe both???

she’s someone who’s known to be always in the front seat when it comes to events

she’d be placed courtside in basketball games and in tennis tournaments and by the side of the runway when it’s fashion week

no one for sure knows why

but her most recent appearances have been banked in these racing weekends and wherever she goes is where articles follow :((

she’s just something else :((

she’s pretty and she’s rich and she’s kim dahyun 

she’s wearing your team’s novelty shirt and she has it tied up in the front 

dahyun has her hair up in a bun and she has this ribbon that corresponded with your team colors wrapped around it

she has these perfect-looking gel nails!! gel nails!!! you could see the shine all the way from here when she’s flashed at the monitor and is in fact a couple of feet away from you!!

the jewelry too :((

gel nails and jewelry are things you’ve always wanted to try out but could barely wear due to the nature of your job

and although they’re just little things, it kinda drives you crazy because you can’t help but feel like you’re having a burnout with your profession

the fact that yoongi’s going to her for reasons unbeknownst to you is enough to make your stomach drop

even puts his hand at the sMALL of her back and-

oh

even does this lil cheek kiss and she does it back with him and they talk

they talk

min yoongi goes to talk to kim dahyun and greet her like that

when you can’t even get the bare minimum of even a glance from him

“aRE YOU SEEING THIS??”

jungkook texts you and it’s the only momentary relief you get because this way, your eyes aren’t focused on them and your heart briefly stops hurting

“yeah.”

you wanna go back to the hotel

you don’t even wanna look at yoongi

you retreat to the furthest area away and just sit there while all this fuss blows over and how there are even some cheers upon seeing yoongi and dahyun up on the monitor

cool

that’s cool

your cheeks feel wet and you’re just wordlessly setting up and putting back the things that were needed for this session

mingyu, the fellow pit crew member who’s aloft from you and the other ones for most of the times even noticed and he was just ???

“y/n, y’okay?”

you can’t even bring yourself to be in surprise that he spoke to you because you’re too busy being sad 

“dust :)) it’s just dust :))”

but it’s not.,., it’s not even remotely windy.,..,

jungkook crashes to your room later that afternoon and stayed with you until you fell asleep

you’re not exactly cHATTY when you feel your heart breaking and kook’s well-aware

just wordlessly puts on whatever’s trending on netflix and puts it up for background noise :((

orders room service and nudges you until you agree to eat 

even strokes your hair because he could see some tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and jungkook automatically presses you to his chest

damn yoongi ://

yoongi’s kinda missing the texts and the calls you’d usually bombard with him 

but this time his phone’s silent

he knows at the back of his mind that this may be about dahyun awhile ago but at the same time, he doesn’t wanna entertain the thought because it’s harmless,,,, right??

dahyun was a friend before she became his girlfriend and tHEN his ex

and now they’re friends again

that’s not exactly harmful isn’t it

yoongi’s eyes keep going back to check his phone every two minutes just to see if there’s a notification from you

and if he gets one? he won’t ignore it he sWEARS

just atleast give him a text

even a passive-aggressive one that just has a single period on it

and hE knows that all of this is building up because of him :((

he’s not quite ready to admit that to himself though

oh my god is this the end for you and yoongi???

you haven’t even started with proper labels aND you’re already over???

this isn’t exactly the high road you always try to go through

but yoongi’s just beyond confusing and angering at this point and is being really uNFAIR

so if he won’t be open no matter how much you try to coax him at his won pace and decides to be immature about it.,.,,,

well you’re gonna stop adjusting :D

today’s the third to the last race and just like any other, it’s heated

you support yoongi the driver but you’re not in the best terms with yoongi the loVER

not a bad start honestly

yoongi didn’t get pole position but instead the third and he was a more than bummed because usually, when he didn’t get pole-sitter, he’d lean on to you for comfort and you’re gonna soothe him throughout

but no that didn’t happen yesterday

jimin just sighed and patted him on the back and said “just do good tomorrow” and how is tHAT gonna be on par with how you comfort him

he’s through about 3/4 into the race

and gOD it’s going seamless

but some things are just piling up and it’s making him completely confused

hobi’s already passed him and at this stretch, he typically wouldn’t be able to because yoongi knows hoseok’s pattern

yoongi’s only had a pit stop once and that’s the strategy that gets him winning most times

but god something just feels odd

jimin comes at the right times as he speaks through the radio and yoongi couldn’t be any more lost

“yoongi you hAVE to box now”

and box equates to him having anOther pit stop when he usually wouldn’t because this isn’t it!!

this isn’t the strategy!!!!

“jimin iF i box now then that means-”

“yoongi!! listen to me!!! jung’s gonna pass ahead wHETHER you box or not. if you wanna save face and finish this race ranking atleast within top 10, box. right. now.”

fuck

his tires are thinning and normally he could sTILL go through the final stretch without another pit stop but fuck is jimin ordering him with so much ferocity

he has no other choice

and yoongi’s angry

he’s sTILL heated up because these circumstance have never happened before

then he finished 7th in this race

and that’s the lowEST he’s ever placed this season!!!

yoongi can’t exactly control his anger when it comes to situations like these and jimin’s very well-aware

he has faith in yoongi and his driving but tHESE technical reasons are what made him to go through this last-minute strategy

jimin’s crew chief and he stands by his decisions and his strategies

there’s no denying tho that he kNOWS yoongi’s gonna be heated

yoongi marches off the moment he finishes

and he’s looking for someone

anyone

you’re there by jimin’s side

and of cOURSE you were shocked by the sudden strategy and you just can’t help going to him to discuss it

you know too that yoongi’s gonna be mAD but after analyzing the situation with jimin when he explained and when you visualized, jimin did make the right call

before you know it though

yoongi’s already there

“Y/N!!!”

oh

this is the first time that yoongi’s speaking to you and you couldn’t be anymore shocked and confused at the same time

the two of you aren’t exactly alone,.,,

he’s had this sudden recollection of yoongi eating dinner with you in your hotel room and you kept asking him questions about racing and strategies and the philosophical aspect of it

and he delved into his strategies with jimin and retold them to you

you were in so much fondness too because he looks so focused and passionate when he was laying them out to you

“dID YOU TELL ABOUT THE STRATEGIES TO JUNGKOOK?”

what

wHAT????

yoongi isn’t level-headed right now and the story’s immediately flipped in his head of how this must have possibly went

jimin’s eyes are bulging at what’s unfolding, but even more so to the fact that you and yoongi aREN’T alone

and he’s here and the other crew members are here

and they can heAR YOONGI!!! loud and clear!!!

“yoongi wHAT are you talking about???”

“don’t play dumb!! you told them to jungkook, didn’t you???”

for a fact, you didn’t

you didn’t tell jungkook nor aNYONE else

what would you benefit from that??

what would yOONGI benefit from that??

“shut up!! you tOld about the strategies to jungkook and he told it to hoseok and nOW look at what happened!!! all of this, all of what i did, is gonna fall through just because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut!!”

jimin’s heart is dropping at this and he can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now

he knows to his heart that you wouldn’t do such a thing

or that all of this has to do with his decision and a series of coincidences that piled up for yoongi to mindlessly think that you’re the reason for what he’s pushing to be a leak

“yoongi, i would never-”

“dON’T TALK TO ME!!”

he’s burning

actually burning

so much so that he’s walking towards you and looking down on you

“you’re fired.”

wait

what the actual fuck

“yOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

“i can.”

jimin’s about to step in as he’s standing behind you and he’s already gripping at your arm

he needs to say something

and you know your standing with jimin isn’t the best but you’re just thinking about him

you know how he’s due for a promotion and a raise

and you know yoongi’s above and beyond gonna ruin his career if jimin dared to speak and atleast attempt to defend you and pin the blame on himself

“and i’m gonna get my father involved if i have to.”

that’s it

that’s the end of your career

you didn’t wait to get fired

knowing yoongi, he means what he says and so you didn’t waste a single second in packing up your bags and rounding up your documents

you already knew enough that yoongi’s dad have connections with the association and a single phone call could flip things over

so whether yoongi’s already made the call to his dad or not, you’re gonna leave either way

you’re making calls to your manager, the same one who came to your college and recruited you and jungkook, and had to explain as much as you can while pulling at all stops

said managers was saddened at the call and then she had to make that call to the ones in the upper positions so could aLSO explain as much as she can

honestly you don’t know either what’s gonna come out of this

either your name would be defamed wrongly, or nO one’s gonna notice at all and your sudden disappearance would have 99 versions and not one confirmed

they think it’s best to respect your decision of letting go and even if you’ve signed a contract, this “firing” is as good as official

also they think it’s best to relay the statement of you making an “indefinite leave” due to a “family emergency of grave importance” which translates to no this isn’t an indefinite leave but instead you’re leaving for good

it’s both a blessing and a curse that this happened far into the season

a blessing since there’s only two races left after this and that means less adjustments with the team dynamic and the news of your departure won’t be as focused on because yeah last two races

a curse since these last two races are critical and yoongi just couldn’t wait until the last one to blame you and then fire you

no worries though

there are always replacements

aka which just points that you’re despensable and it’s nOT helping your self-esteem

backups are there in case the event a pit crew member gets injured (or worse, incapacitated; and they’re familiar with the work and the dynamic so it would be just a seamless fit

and all of that got arranged in less than two hours :)) there was even a flight you managed to book within that time

you didn’t even get to say goodbye to jungkook :((

he had to know all of it by a short n simple goodbye and see you soon text you sent before boarding and by asking jimin what happened

he was cOMPLETELY bawling his eyes out because his best friend left him :(( and he counts on you so much and you help him stay sANE

he’s beyond angry at yoongi and didn’t even bother to bat an eye when he walked past him

jimin feels so guilty and sad

he was a shitty crew chief to you for the most part and after all that, you still went through this considering hIM and his job and his dIGNITY even if it means you lose all three things and you already did

jimin cried when jungkook’s lip started trembling and he lost it completey by then

yoongi’s lost and empty and oblivious to all of this

he figures that it’s better to let some hours pass so he could cool down and reflect

that’s his second mistake however

yoongi’s complacent

and three hours have passed and he knows that at this time you’re still awake so he walked over to your room and just rang the bell

oh

he’s rung it three times now and uSUALLY you wouldn’t even let it pass two when it’s yoongi by the door

that’s weird

yoongi’s about to pull out his phone to call you to open the door but before

he could even press at your name, the door already opens

… it’s a middle-aged man …

“yOU’RE NOT Y/N”

…

…

“wrong door, kid.”

but that’s your room

yoongi knows you’ve left the circuit earlier than everyone because of what happened

that much he knows

but not this

yoongi dials jungkook instead because for sure he’d know where you are but then another door opens and that’s jUNGKOOK!!! leaving jimin’s room that’s a couple of doors from your room

“yA. do-…”

jungkook literally just walks past him and into the elevator

what

what is going ON

then yoongi’s jogging to jimin’s door that’s closing then he manages to wedge into his foot before it closes

“where’s Y/N?”

little did yoongi know that the answer would make him regret even asking you don’t have the slightest clue on how could possibly bounce back from this

maybe take a break; a week perhaps

get a job that’s for sURE

ignore yoongi’s texts and calls

reply to jungkook whenever he contacts you as much as he could in free time that he gets

assure jimin that you’re okay and he has nothing to apologize for

be eternally grateful for your friends that have your back no matter what and help you stay afloat and even giving you a job

bless the kim line

jin, namjoon, and taehyung were your ultimate friends in college besides jungkook

they are the most awesome and sWEETEST friend group you’ve ever had in your life

you didn’t get to hang out with them as frequently like you did with jungkook since the three of them were in the business course and you and kook on the student athlete side

but that didn’t change the fact that you give are inseperable and wHOLESOME

you and jungkook ended up being crew members for a famous and multi-million team in formula racing but you’ve retired wAY too early lmao

the three of them

well

not to brag

but they’re the proud owners and the brawns and the brains of kim kradle

KIM KRADLE!!

it’s a one-stop shop for everything that automobiles could possibly need

but why kim kradle do you ask???

well first of all,,, jin, namjoon, and taehyun have the same family name which is Kim so write that down

kradle? aha well :D

so for babies, there’s cradles, right??

they serve kinda like havens, right??

wHERE was ultron from avengers: age of ultron made??? the cradle. although their shop’s vision and mission are wAY WAY different from ultron’s

and like why name it kim cradle

when you can name it kIM KRADLE

they’ve had calls when they were starting out asking if they were selling baby cradles and the answer is N-O

it’s now a huge successful shop that’s like an open warehouse type!!

basically, the kim kradle is divided into three major operations

general services to intensive repair of parts and basically what goes on internally!! jin is in charge and heads that sector!!

he could see your car for two seconds and go “hey man, did you ever ace your karate lessons? lmao you have a broken fan belt not a black belt”

carwashes and waxing and all that good stuff!! namjoon is a beast at thus and your car could be like from 1997 and he’d clean it so good that it would look like it’s from 2030

customization!! from leather seats to metallic foils to coating!! taehyung has an instagram dedicated to his finished works and ongoing ones and like wHAT?? he has half a million followers?? no big deal

kim kradle is on the massive side and is therefore separated to three floors

namjoon and his carwashes are at the basement in which you’d still get sunlight in because there are inclined pathways on the side that lead out to an outdoor waiting area

jin is on the 2nd floor and basically in the same ground level where the civilization is because his section’s more critical and it’s the obvious option

taehyung gets the 3rd floor, and one part’s covered and the other is like a car balcony so when he finishes?? you could see that sunlight hitting the custom coat he did on your car

either kim kradle is so good, the placement and marketing are perfect, or the owners are just sO attractive and unparalled as to why so many people avail their services and most go through all three levels

maybe the formula is all three of those variables

you came home without knowing a sINGLE thing and being alone in your apartment is appreciated but it gets eerie and so isolating

and you called namjoon late into the night because he always knows what to say and you ended up having more than what you hoped for

you just wanted to have some comfort and ease because also,, namjoon’s voice is really soothing and u miss hearing it

not oNLY did you get some peace of mind

you also got a job without even actively looking for it at the moment and you couldn’t be anymore fulfilled

namjoon said that you could come in at kim kradle anytime at your own pace and they’d still welcome you with open arms

also said that jin and tae miss you sO much and it’s a good thing that namjoon is the one you called because if it’s either from the other two, you wouldn’t be able to sleep and perhaps you’d get visitors to your apartment at 2 in the morning

and this is it!!!

for once, you don’t want to confront a problem to the core

you’re just gonna distract yourself and make your way around it aha :D

two days later??? you’re working in kim kradle now!!!

and you know what??

you eVEN get the overalls

the only three people in kim kradle that wear overalls are jin, namjoon, and taehyung themselves

and it’s to kinda highlight the fact that they’re the owners and the heads of their sections

the rest wear boiler-style like suits 

all their uniforms are cute

like sERIOUSLY

jin is in charge of the color and there are actually multiple ones!! a pale pink to a nice lavender and a dark navy blue!! the first two are kinda impractical because it’s impossible to not get dirty in this job but they ARE adorable and stylish though

namjoon pushed for this uniform and so he really searched and handpicked fabrics that won’t be tOO hot and in which u could actively move in them

but sometimes there are tasks in which involve the straps for the overalls sliding down so tHE next big thing????

namjoon sewing but actually it became tAEHYUNG’S job because he’s gonna poke himself with the needle multiple times before even getting to put a thread in

made a lil hook by the custom shirts down to where it draped by the shoulders and it could hook the straps so like wHATEVER the four of you do, the overalls won’t slip :D

innovation amirite :D

and then it was taehyung’s job to have kim embroidered in really cute cursive by the back and the initials of their first name in a lil formal font below it

and the first names are embroidered in the front!!! 

tae was the one who wrapped the overalls into a large box and you genuinely didn’t expect that you’d be even given one

and it’s just that you’ve been so much on eDGE lately and every little thing turns you emotional these days ever since that incident with yoongi

“is she,,, she’s,,, is y/n sobbing??”

taehyung sputters because oh my god did his gift wrapping throw you off?? jeez he kinda knew at the back of his head that the bright neon green with some balloons saying “happy birthday” even if it’s nOT your birthday looks REPULSIVE and he didn’t have any other gift wrapper left but he didn’t know that it would be too repulsive to make you cry :((

“did we do something??”

jin looks worried because oh god maybe it was the joke he did awhile ago about you suddenly working here now

although namjoon eased their worries and oH you’re hugging the three of them!!!

“i-it’s just that-...”

you were only supposed to thank them for the overalls and the opportunity bUT it took some turns and it ended up with you telling them the story and namjoon having to fill in some gaps when you get too pouty and too sad to explain

tHEY GET IT NOW

anyways

it’s very easy to be thrown in the spur of things at the moment because you’re just grasping at every opportunity to distract yourself!! :D coping mechanisms!!!!

you’re with jin in his section because that’s your work!! that is your work before you got fired and you just got to continue it

but this time with all the time in the world

not really but an hour is a lifetime for you and you’re just used to repairing things in mere seconds

in mere seconds and you have to train for it like almost every second of the day sO this is a nice change :D

“a wrench?? i’m gonna replace the tires using a wrench??”

jin laughs at that because you’re holding it in disgust as you stare down the car that just got brought in

they don’t have a flat tire or anything!! they just wanna get new tires that are as exaggerated as their very-embellished and exaggerated jeep with their specs :D

“they don’t teach you that in racing school????”

://

you know how to replace tires with a wrench and a jack of course

but it’s just hitting you now that oh god this is very alike and different at the same time with your past job!!!

“you dON’T have pneumatic guns?? yeah sure they mAY be expensive but like work would be done quicker and you’d go through more customers?? oH my god jin??? you know what, i’m gonna call jimin right now. let me get you some things!!!”

well then,,,

actually,,,

jin mAY have a pneumatic gun lying around but they don’t use it because a) it’s not as fast and as efficient as what yOU use in the track b) what for honestly,,, c) this is not formula racing and most people aren’t in a rush

but you know what

this is going good for you!!!

jin’s learning new things from u and the other way around and you’re not wallowing in sadness tHAT much anymore :D

and you do feel that kim kradle is doing so much good on you!! you’re constantly with jin but sometimes you spice it up an transfer from floor to floor :))

pressure-washing with namjoon is very therapeutic and having excessive knowledge now about how to properly give your car the shiniest wax ever in your lifetime??

it’s excessive knowledge you wouldn’t trade for the world

you even go work with taehyung sometimes!!! you help him plan out color schemes and pick out fabric with him and go measure dimensions and eVEN do 3D mock-ups

watching and aLSO being able to mix custom coats to go on cars is very satisfying ok

tae even gives you the password to the instagram account :))

he gets you to do the close-ups sometimes and eVEN tells you a thing or two on how he edits these clips to be as satsfying and pleasing as possible

today’s just a slow day

only three cars have come to the shop and to your floor in the past hour nothing from the three of them needed that much TLC

two of them just needed to get their tires’ air pressure checked and have them pumped to match

the other one was just towed here because it’s the nearest shop and just has a dead battery :((

you don’t know how you and jin could pass the time because there isn’t any tv in the area since sOMEONE (jin himself) got distracted too much by watching sherlock and he jUST wanted to know how sherlock pulled off operation lazarus!!!!

it clearly wasn’t his intention to keep pumping up the jack and almost have the whOLE car tip over because he had it up all the way

that was an accident :))

he didn’t even notice that so many of his boys were dashing for the side of the car to keep it from falling and when one of them called out his name, jin had the aUDACITY to shush him because there goes the climax!!!

wOOpS aha oh no what happened to the car :D

the next big thing that jin could do? ask you and catch up about all the technical stuff in formula racing so he could learn too ya know

“what happens if a wing gets dented or like dEFORMED?? how would that be fixed that quickly??”

“ooh!! good question!! actually-...”

that sound

you miss that sound :((

someone’s driving in your floor by the sounds of it and you don’t even need to turn your head to know that it must be a rEALLY cool car :((

it reminds you of the sounds you hear on the track and it’s one that you dearly miss

the growl of whatever car this is loud but like nOT obnoxious of pricks that just wanna show off in traffic and rev up their engine, y’know??

jin could only be so happy because fINALLY

another customer and another task to do to pass this day and it’s nOT a prius!!!!!!!

fucking finally

jin stands up immediately and you immediately follow him and this car’s getting attention from the other workers at the floor because whew

they all know to back off and go back to working on previous and existing projects because aH they see jin smiling giddily and almost jogging and you’re in tow from excitement

it’s a nice car!!!

a maserati granturismo in sleek black!!! jin’s only saw one of these come in the shop driveway but only for them to pULL out and it’s just because they needed to maneuver to go back to a u-turn

what a prick ://

he was excited that day and for wHAT??? someone to use their driveway just so they could reverse their car???? that’s just rude

the owner in mystery comes out and is aLREADY TALKING and- wait

isn’t that yoongi?

yOONGI?????

“hey man, could you check on my radiator real quick? the airconditioning’s a bit wack and i’m not entirely sure if it’s the radiator but i don’t wanna tweak it, ‘cause maybe it’s the compressor too. not sure. can you-“

that’s

oh my god that’s yOU

the season’s wrapped up like a week ago and the last races were tough so tough than he could’ve ever imagined and it was even harder without you

yoongi won the season

but he lost you though :((

he was so enraged at himself the moment jimin told him about the verdict you took and how you quit before he could fire you — for good yoongi has no one to blame but himself and god he’s just so mad at himself

even up to now actually

his pride was so enormous that he didn’t even tHINK that he might be the problem as to why he placed 7th in that race

and instead, he just needed someone, anyone, for him to blame and you’re the fIRST person he sees and he immediately takes his anger and frustration out on you

you would never do such things and he’s disgusted at himself for even tHINKING that you’d ever betray him like that

he was regretting every bit of his words and actions that he said and did out of blind spite

if he could punch himself he would GLADLY do that and knock himself out yoongi was both panicked and livid

had a hard time breathing too because oh gOd he just can’t stop thinking about you and the things he’s caused that are too late to bring back and reverse :((

he kept pleading to atleast follow you home even for just some hours and he’ll immediately go back to the hotel as if he never left

but he can’t do that and he hATES it

god this wouldn’t have happened if he wasn’t a big fucking aSSHOLE!!! throughout the whole week ever since you left the team, he was a gigantic mess

like he still is now

but he had dark circles under his eyes that were swollen from crying so much

his lips were set in a frown as a default

yoongi was doing well with the streak of not biting and picking at his fingernails and his cuticles but now tHAT’S broken alright

he’s tried reaching out to jungkook multiple times

he’s tried apologizing but he always gets a deadpanned response of how he isn’t the one he needs to apologize to

kook sees the sincerity of yoongi trying to apologize because he’s hurt you, his best friend, but that’s not the important issue here

you called jungkook unknowingly in the middle of his and yoongi’s conversation and the boy just almost jUMPS at jungkook to try and borrow his phone with his pleads and as much as his heart goes out (he still hATES yoongi ok), jungkook’s not gonna let him

he tries getting jimin to let him borrow his phone and call you and jimin won’t let him either because this is not his place and you’ve been through enough

the closest yoongi’s ever got to you??

jimin still feels so sorry and guilty to this day

and he’s conflicted and confused and a lil sad

but jimin did call you in front of yoongi on speaker :(((

and yoongi got to hear you answer with a chipped-out voice :(((

and he’s just so tempted to speak out loud but if he does that, then jimin will forever be mad at him too probably and he’s also promised that he’s gonna pretend he isn’t there

ask her if she already ate dinner

yoongi won’t stop typing in his notes tho and wave it frantically for jimin to ask you

and you’re responding truthfully because what’s jimin gonna do?? fLY to your home and cook you spaghetti?????

of course not

that’s what yoongi wants to do :(( if only he can :((

his win felt so empty and it just feels so dull without you here

also knowing that he’s drived out one of the only people that puts up with him and is always patient and is the reason to why he’s been so inspired lately

and one of these days

just one of these days, yoongi wants to drive to your apartment and camp out the door if he needs to just so he could redeem himself and earn forgiveness and try to mend what he’s broken

not today though

not today when the moment yoongi finally gathered the words and the courage to go to you, with the blessing of jungkook giving him his address but with a very sTRICT warning that scared the shit out of him.,.,.,

but also with his airconditioning broken and something just tells him that he needs to take it to a shop because it’s been awhile ever since he drove normal cars

and yoongi actually forgot the gravity of all this so he’s a bit nervous because maybe this is a more serious case with his car and it’s just the universe’s way of telling him to go to you tomorrow

or as soon as his car gets taken to the shop

maybe he needs to polish up some lines and try practicing them better from the heart

yoongi could go to jimin and have it fix it for him but like that’s tOO far of a drive and he just needs a quick fix

ooh

kim kradle!!! it’s the nearest shop to his place that has five stars on it

and he’s still a bit wary because his face and his name and win did land on the news and he’s been trending lately and like wHAT IF someone takes advantage of his car or scams him because they know who he is this car is his frequent and it holds a sentimental value to his heart ok

kim kradle is bigger than he’s pictured it in his mind

woah it actually looks cool and promising

christ it’s so hot inside his car god he needed to open up a little bit of his window but mosquitoes would creep in and tHEY’RE annoying and a real hazard to kill while you’re driving down the road

he wants to get this over with quickly

yoongi just needs to drive to your place and see you asap

“hey man, could you check on my radiator real quick? the airconditioning’s a bit wack and i’m not entirely sure if it’s the radiator but i don’t wanna tweak it, ‘cause maybe it’s the compressor too. not sure. can you-“

oh

that’s you

wAIT THAT IS YOU

“y/n?”

his hands are literally shaking right now oh my god

it’s been some twenty-seven days ever since he’s last saw you and here you aRE

here you are in a place he’s least expected to see you because he’s on the way to see you but actually yOU’RE HERE

“yoongi.”

you acknowledge him back and god you don’t know what to feel

jin immediately senses what’s happening and deep-down he is pANICKING alright

he’s been in contact with jungkook and in the back of their minds, they knew that yoongi won’t let this go without his ever-present persistence

and eventually like maybe yoongi’s gonna know that you work here and the last time that he checked, yoongi doesn’t even know kim kradle

bUT JIN DIDN’T KNOW THAT THIS TIME WOULD COME THIS SOON OK

he immediately steps in and insert himself in between you and yoongi that he’s trying to close the distance to you and that surprises yoongi completely

“airconditioning, right? keys please. i’ll check it out!!”

yoongi wastes no time in shoving the keys to jin’s hand and he couldn’t be anymore desperate to talk to you

he doesn’t wanna cross boundaries obviously even if jin’s already moved out of the way

you’re still glued to your spot trying to process the situation and your fight or flight response is not exactly working right now

is there a disbelief and yearning and standing in sadness and anger option in that fight or flight choice

“i haven’t seen you in so long.”

that’s what usually happens when you become an asshole yOONGI

god how are you supposed to react

“you too.”

there’s this awkward distance in between the two of you and it’s too deep to even get between 

yoongi suddenly forgets the words that’s been in his mind for the longest time,, just brewing and evolving and always changing as he just wants to fix the damage he’s done :((

he’s about to get closer but

“the cooling fan’s just clogged. it could be finished within like fifteen minutes man :D”

jin doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing but he ‘s dOING whatever this is ok

although that is factual

the cooling fan is just a bit dirty and there’s some debris in there that could be cleared quickly

but he just needs to do it extra carefully because this is a nice car ok

i mean he sTILL cares for cars in the same way even if not every car he gets in the shop is a maserati granturismo 

he’s just a lil bit nervous even thOUGH he’s an expert at this ok

“fIFTEEN MINUTES???”

yoongi’s freaking out and he’s gripping at his hair in panic because wHAT

THAT SHOULD TAKE AN HOUR

goddamn why does kim kradle have to be a five-star shop :((

“y-yeah.,, i can do it in ten if you’re in a hurry-”

“aha nO NO :D i’m not in a hurry at all!!! please, take your time!!”

oh god what does he do now

yoongi walks over to his car and that confuses both you and jin

because what

he has half of his body in the driver’s seat and it sEEMS that he’s fishing for something in his glovebox

it’s a lil swiss knife

bUT WHY

he kept it in the gloveboxes of his cars because seatbelts are not exactly fool-proof and you could be stuck in them and he’s scared of that

and also if he’s gotten a takeout of a burger and it’s too big and he’s driving with one hand so he’ll just whip out his lil swiss knife and cut haphazardly

“what’s your name, man??”

“jin!! kim seokjin :D you’re-”

wait

what the fuck is yoongi doing

oh 

did he just-

“also forgot to tell you!!! my tires are running flat and i tHINK they need to be changed!! so sorry man it just came up”

deadass

yoongi literally just slashed his four tires

jin’s sPUTTERING

and he’s looking back and forth to you and to yoongi and his car

“are you -- are you sEEING -- y/n tell me wait what the fuck iS YOONGI SLASHING HIS TIRES????”

whatever it takes

whatever to buy his time with you and so as much as he can

you’re quite taken aback because oh did yoongi just do that

jin has only known yoongi personally for like eight minutes and he could positively say that he is on aNOTHER level

yoongi’s approaching you again and it only hits you nOW

“have you eaten lunch already?”

your mouth is dry and you absolutely can’t look at yoongi because it just feels so unreal 

“no. hEy uh-...”

“no?? oh my gOD hold on just stay still, yeah? i’m gonna get lunch hOld on-”

yoongi’s immediately scarmbling for the exit

he has no concrete plan but he sure is hellbent in getting you lunch even though his car’s tires are slashed and he’s gonna be walking in an area he’s unfamiliar with

you really haven’t eaten lunch 

you were just about to say a half-assed reason of namjoon calling you just to exit this situation because you are nOT ready and yoongi’s already off before you could mutter it

jin’s gears are just on a frenzy

“oh so that’s min yoongi.,.,,. jusT slashed his own tires,.,,. that’s.... endearing.,.,,”

you’ve detached yourself from the situation and you couldn’t really stand seeing nor interacting with yoongi

you’ve cooped up yourself in jin’s office and the moment yoongi came back holding up take-out for boTH you and jin, his car’s already all-done

jin gives him a look that’s telling and yoongi gets it

“oh. that’s okay. just uh, just leave this for y/n, can you? there’s enough for the two of you. thanks, jin :))”

you need a moment

that one’s obvious

taehyung insisted that you come home early and you obliged because oh god you nEED a moment

you come into work the next day and sure enough, you’re all well-rested and this time they could ask about what happened yesterday

even hear jin’s point of view on how yoongi is just so wILD

taehyung is in alert and so in namjoon

they’re all ears ok

jin’s telling his story and tae’s nudging you discreetly and makes you look at a box!!!

a box he’s ordered online a couple days ago after he saw you breakdown and you’re looking in awe as you whisper because u don’t wanna disrupt jin

“gel nails???”

the same one you always wanted and it’s flashing back to when you saw yoongi talking to dahyun!!!

oh this is really happening???

“dO IT YOURSELF!!!”

taehyung’s grabbing your hand immediately as he opens the box and he’s sO pumped for this because he stayed up all night watching how to do gel nails yourself!!

he even bought a nice uv lamp for it!! he’s tHAT dedicated

this takes your mind off of yoongi for awhile

a car pulls up yet again and you’re getting the chills again bUt it just turned out to be jungkook

aND HOBI!!!

hobi finished second this season!!

they immediately flock to the lot of you and you’re not sure on who flocks who because everyone’s just genuinely happy to see each other

even the kim line meeting hobi for the first time is such a fun experience

jungkook immediately goes to you and he sEES taehyung doing something to your hand

he’s not sure what he’s doing

but he knows that he wants IN okay

he wants to these gel nails on your other hand

he doesn’t know shit on how to do them but he’s gonna learn along the way aND he is not backing down 

taehyung wasn’t aware that this is a competition now but apparently iT IS NOW :O

it’s not ensured that your two hands will look the exact same because you think they’re going for the what looks better competition and not let’S DO THIS IDENTICALLY because these are y/n’s hands y’know 

you’re about to fall asleep with how this is lowkey soothing

this is not the quickest manicure to do on anybody

especially if it’s someone’s first time and they’re really aIMING for it to be perfect

although it’s not easy because another car pulls up and you’re pANICKED that it might be yoongi 

oh nah it’s okay that’s not his car anyway!!!

you sometimes forget.... that yoongi’s a race car driver....

and there’s a possibility.... that he has multiple cars....

that’s yoongi alright

he steps down in a hurry and makes a beeline for you because he could immediately spot you!!! even in crowds!!!

you’re somehow ensured that yoongi’s gonna decide against going to you because you’re not alone

taehyung’s on your left and jungkook’s on your right and they’re not leaving your side until they finish their masterpieces for like another half hour

oH HE’S GOING FOR IT

“y/n, hI!!”

coming in strong but that’s ok

“jungkook :]”

he acknowledges kook and you’re not exactly up-to-date with how these two stand with each other 

but kook kinda just gives him a confused glance (jIN CALLED HIM LAST NIGHT) and nods back to yoongi

what

taehyung has his lips parted because what,,, why.,., 

yoongi’s about to open his mouth to talk to this guy that’s holding your hAND???

oh this is the part right

“i’m,,, kim taehyung.,.,.,”

“min yoongi. nice to meet you :))”

he sticks out his hand and tae blindly reaches for it and he doesn’t know wHY he shook it and he’s still confused up to to now

what is yoongi doing

wHAT IS HE DOING

you only realize now that yoongi has something in his hands and he’s looking dead straight to you and he doesn’t falter once

(he’s nervous on the inside trUST HIM)

“i know you’re not that comfy in seeing me and that’s tOTALLY okay!! i respect that!! it’s just uH i realized that uhm,.,., do you remember that time we were karting? and you won and we ki -- when you wON?? and you said that the winner gets one week of presents,,.,, and i just want to fulfill that.”

yoongi’s voice is wavering because oh shit this iS hard to swallow down

“even if i might be a little late.”

he wordlessly sets down a wrapped present by your feet, just in the middle of a sitting jungkook and taehyung who are listening all this time and have curious eyes on the neatly-wrapped present that’s been laid down

he leaves and stalks over to jin

“what happened now yoongi.,.,.,”

“my guess is that there are some rocks stuck in the wheel bearings. maybe even in the mags. four on the left, three on the right.”

....

hmmmm

“that’s nice, man. just a hunch??”

“yup :)) just a hunch :)) aLSO: can i have a stool?? i’m just gonna wait here, y’know :))”

yoongi’s not expecting anything from you

he doesn’t mind rejection or you ignoring him all throughout because he knows that he deserves it

he deserves it for sure

sometimes he sees you in the corner of his eye

or you helping out jin on fixing yoongi’s other car

or the other one

your own pace

your pace is what matters and yoongi isn’t gonna take any shortcut or undercut

this isn’t formula racing

this is yOU and him being patient until you feel like acknowledging him

of course he still apologizes

texts you even if you’re across the room

sees you open the text and you’d send him a look and you’d be giving him the slightest smile before you occupy yourself again

yoongi’s okay with that.

he keeps coming back

this is the third car and it’s nOT EVEN HIS ANYMORE

he’s just texting friends asking “yO do u need you car washed or fixed or something??? i’ll take it to the shop for you fREE OF CHARGE!!!”

he’s that invested in this and he doesn’t see himself giving up this is good for kim kradle of course but oh god this is aMUSING TOO throughout the week, yoongi hasn’t faltered either in continuing at giving you the gifts

the first one he’s given you?? a box full of trinkets he’s been collecting for every country that he’s visited ever since you gave him that caffeine pill!!

just random things he’s seen in malls or souvenir shops or airport boutiques that reminded him of you, all in a box with a single note

i miss you. - yoongi

you’re not gonna lie

you do miss yoongi too

but the things he’s done still make you wince when you’re thinking about it and even though he’s apologized in all ways but a face-to-face one

because you’re not that lax with him, the both of you know that this isn’t just a one and done thing

things take time and yoongi’s taking it at your pace and you’re grateful for it

warming up is always relative and so is forgiveness longing’s still there but it’s just a matter of suppressing it and yeah you dO miss yoongi

you’re lost without him too although you’re not gonna make that anymore obvious because that’s just devastating to think about you think he’s about to reach the end of his rope and it throws you in the whirlwind of oH

this is the sixth consecutive day that yoongi’s been coming to kim kradle yesterday was the first bIG interaction you’ve ever done with him

because since you don’t talk to him as much, he just takes his time as he waits for the services for the cars that he brings by making conversation with the guys

he’s gotten to know jin and joon and tae aND YEAH they like him but they do grill him separately though because they’re mad at what he’s done to you

but he’s also apologized to them and made promises that he’s gonna be keeping

jin doesn’t cook by the kitchen anymore because yoongi keeps bringing takeout or sometimes hE’S THE ONE WHO COOKS in his home and brings it to u guys

is it bad that he all bought you lunchboxes

is it bad that your lunchbox is the fanciest out of all of them and you have more portions and yours are always cut up like he did with the pork.,.,..

it’s not bad as lonG as you pretend to unsee the three kims stealing food from you and just go about to eating your food

but the big interaction did happen yesterday

and it was you suddenly calling out yoongi’s name as he’s sat by the car but he sTILL heard you and he swears he’s gonna cry

because oh god it’s been a long time ever since you said his name in that tone

“you’re not gonna eat with us?”

OH DAMN

he’s a mess

“uhm weLL do you want me too?? it’s oKAY uhm pls just-“

“don’t make me regret asking, yoongs.”

yOONGS

Y O O N G S

yoongi is instantly walking his ass to the little makeshift dining circle because oh my god YES

he doesn’t overstep tho and he just sits in between namjoon and

taehyung as he eats and every few minutes he sneaks a look at you and sometimes you look at him aND IT’S JUST LIKE the start all over again there’s the last piece of tteokbokki and everyone’s just feeling it out and looking at it

and yoongi

the bold man that he is

picks it up with his chopsticks aND

oh he’s putting it on your lunchbox

:))))))))

the night’s late and taehyung called yoongi to say that the car (it’s actually yoongi’s) he’s brought in for a ceramic coating and custom leather seats are all finished and wrapped up

and if he wants, he could go to the shop right now and pick it up since namjoon’s finishing up by the basement anyways and it would still be open then

and he does pick it up

he knows his way around the store

you could either take the stairs or the lift if you’re coming in into kim kradle without a car to go up and down the levels but he’s patient so he’ll just take the stairs

what he wasn’t expecting though

something that makes him cease his whistling as he goes up to the third floor to fetch his car

is you

rIGHT there

besides his car

and this is the only time that the both of you are alone and his throat is suddenly dry

you know this too though

you were intending to staying up late here just to finish on the car that’s been brought in two days ago with the broken engine that you think is worth salvaging

and you just wanted to see the view :((

reminisce to how you’ve been seeing yoongi in the flesh for six days straight and how you wanna tackle this conflict right to the head but you’re unsure to how :((

it doesn’t take a genius to know that yOONGI himself is right behind you

as you are aware too that this is his car that taehyung’s been working on thank u very much

“i want you to know that i’m not giving up on you.”

his words cut through the cold air and it surely gets your attention even if your back is still turned to him as you’re hunched over the balcony

“i’m running out of cars to bring, the one week of presents is ending, and

i’m so cLOSE to putting up a cot so i could sleep here.”

he’s serious about that one

seeing you just makes everything better no matter the circumstance it calms his heart and everything in him and he’s not gonna stop at nO matter what to try and make up for the things he’s done

“but you’re worth all this.”

yoongi dares to take a step closer and this time you could already see him by your peripheral vision

“you’re worth it,” and he needs a collective second to exhale the heaviness that’s sitting on his chest because oh gOd he was really an asshole huh

“i don’t know how long it’s gonna take, but i’m willing to wait.”

this is more nerve-wracking than any report card or championship results he’s been ever given and he’s not ashamed to admit that

“i love you, y’know?”

that’s the thing he’s been wanting to say for a long time he doesn’t know in the first place on wHY the hell was he scared because now that he says it to you, he feels like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life :(((

“good night, y/n.”

and the main purpose to why he’s here completely escapes his mind

he just misses you sO much that it’s so painful and all he could do is imagine scenarios and look back at all the pictures he’s taken of you half of it he’s sure that you never even noticed him taking

aND IT HITS YOU

something that hits you with the way that his car keys have the sticker of your initials on them

or the way when taehyung asked you out to help him with the leather interior for yoongi’s car and your scrunchie that you must’ve left is wrapped snugly on his handbrake

or how in the final checking for his car did you know that your playlist that you don’t even rEMEMBER mentioning to him is the one that’s on repeat in his radio

yoongi stops the moment that you call out for his name and god he’s closing his eyes because all the worst possible scenarios of you calling for him to stop this is enough to make him cry

you’ve also never been more sure of anything in your life

your hand just barely grips yoongi’s arm, staring up at him as you get to notice the features of his that you’ve always loved and missed all this time

yoongi’s hand’s open and so is your heart for all this

it’s the same keys that he’s went here for the first place, the ones with your intials on as he only realizes now that he’s done that

“drive me home.”

#feedback pls and thank u tHEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME :D #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi imagine #yoongi imagines #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi imagines #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #min yoongi angst #min yoongi fluff #yoongi oneshot #yoongi oneshots #yoongi fics #yoongi fic recs #bts yoongi imagine #homebound #yoongi headcanon #yoongi headcanons

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

My notes on Lethal White episode 3

As usual, my poorly sorted and not-really-filtered thoughts on “Lethal White”, episode 3. Continued under the cut because ALL THE SPOILERS!

We’re back with Robin and cling-wrapped Chiswell. Holliday plays Robin’s tenuously controlled panic very well. The subtle trembling, the tears she forces back. She’s so good. 👏🏼

A two-week jump. These always jar me. Did that happen in the book?🤨

Another mention of Strike talking with Wardle, and again we don’t get to see him. Dang. I really miss his leather-jacketed wry humour. 😔

Of course they’re meeting at “The White Horse”. Where else? *Rosmersholm vibes*

The reveal about the bones was a bit anti-climactic, wasn’t it? It had a better effect with the skull, in the book. And how do you “accidentally” shoot a horse, even when it’s a small one? How much more are we supposed to hate Freddie? (This episode is just full of terribly behaving men)

Who are the kids playing with the dog? Pringle and Pong? Were those their ridiculous nicknames?

And here comes the “Knives Out” scene. 🔪The Chiswell family is such a loving bunch. *coughs*

Did you see the playful tension between Raff and Robin? And that little disconcerted look Cormoran casts them? Bit jealous, Corm? 😏

Raff’s sarcastic little throw-in remarks are really making this scene more fun. Gotta give him that: he adds a bit of “black sheep” dash to the family!

“KEYS!” 😁 Cormoran is like the adult stepping between a bunch of fist-throwing kids.

Cormoran and Robin are staring at the Chiswell’s bickering as if waiting for one of them to actually start spitting and biting.

Raff: “I’m sure our charming hostess means to offer you tea at some point.” 🤣

Cormoran: “I’m thinking it might be suicide after all. He couldn’t face another family gathering.” 😂

*grunts* We’ve all been there, haven’t we? (And I don’t even want to start thinking about Cormoran’s family gatherings…)

Hah! 🙋🏻‍♀️ I guessed right from the leaked stills: it is the hospital Billy’s in! (Cookie points for me!)

That staff woman gives off very sensible and caring vibes. They picked the actress well.

And, god, Billy carved the horse into his own chest? 😟 Good god…

Vanessa! And she looks good! And - unlike in the first series - she smiles! And is really NICE! (Wow, what a beautiful woman.) 😍

That little lounge corner in Cormoran’s office is new, isn’t it? Very cozy. ☕️🍪

Goth Robin! She looks awesome! 😍 (Excuse me, but have we traveled back into the 80s? She looks like half the people in my school back then.) And look at Holliday playing her: she even moves differently! This season must have been a lot of fun for her as an actress.

I love the Wiccan shop. I had one of those salt lamps (and a lava lamp too), but don’t tell anybody… ☺️

Cormoran’s FACE when he sees goth Robin! 🥰The double take, the pleased surprise, that touch of awe… He is so proud of her! (What a contrast to Matt the Twat’s derogatory reactions to her disguises).

Cormoran: “You liking Raff then?” Are we a teensy bit jealous again, Corm? ☺️

When he asked Robin what she was doing this evening, I held my breath. WAS HE GOING TO ASK HER OUT? 🤗 He wasn’t. 😔 Everybody calm down. It’s not happening yet. Unfortunately. And probably never will. *very long sigh*

It’s so cute how he can’t stop looking at her! 🥰I love her confidence. And his twinkle-eyed, soft grin that doesn’t seem to want to fade. He truly admires her, for her competence AND for her looks. ASK HER OUT YOU FOOL! *headdesk*

Lorelei. With coffee. Apologizing for saying “I love you”. Ack. And then Corm says “I was gonna call you.” (You weren’t, admit it!). I didn’t know what to feel when seeing this scene for the first time: shocked that they were still together? Sympathy for Lorelei? Mad at Cormoran’s lackluster ‘yeah, alright, whatever’ attitude? Very mixed emotions.

Cormoran following Aamir along the South Bank. Watch me pointing excitedly at the screen because I’ve strolled down that same boardwalk way back when traveling was still a thing. *flails* *misses London*

Aamir’s place. Why is Cormoran talking about food again? Robin hasn’t fed him biscuits today yet, has she?

Cormoran’s always a bit unnerving when interrogating someone. He uses friendly words, but there is that tiny bit of menace about him, an intensity and pressure… SIB Corm. Tom does that so well. 😎

“You gonna butter me?” Smooth moves, ex-Sergeant Strike! 🥋 Oh, I love seeing him in action! 🤗

Robin hides the phone, and I am a nervous wreck worrying someone’s going to call and her phone isn’t in silent mode! (enneagram type 6 here, hello…) 😬

I was waiting for Matt to be an absolute prick when he sees goth Robin, but he’s actually not. And he’s had the Green Dress mended. I like how the show gives him a few shades and doesn’t paint him as outrageously hateful as the book does. (jftr, we all still hate you, Matt!)

But then, the way he rushes at her with his “That’s not true” - why does it somehow feel like a physical threat? And wow, Robin is COLD. Dude, your marriage is over. You just haven’t been notified yet.

So we’re ignoring Lorelei’s calls again, Cormoran? *eyebrow lift* Is that what we do as a gentleman? And then he calls off dinner and has no more than a lame “Sounds good, I’ll call you” when she mentions breakfast? If he’s not invested at the mention of food, something is clearly wrong…

Della Winn, and they picked a blind actress for the role. Good for them! ✔️

So, help me out here, native speakers: Della says she can hear the West Country in Cormoran’s vowels, but to me he doesn’t sound Cornish. Am I wrong? To my ears, Tom is speaking in some sort of self-made accent that I can’t place, but it doesn’t sound anything like the Cornish burr Robert Glenister gives him in the audiobooks. Opinions? 🤔

Rhiannon’s story touched me in the book, and it touches me deeply here. A revenge murder would’ve made perfect sense to me.

The party. We’ve apparently time-traveled again.

“What’s ‘Becca’ short for?” 🙄

Ah! The note was hidden in the maxipads box! I seem to recall that, in the book, Robin hid the Houses of Parliament bugging device in a tampon box. Cool parallel.

VANESSA! HURRY UP! 😨

The chase. Good thing this goth girl wears sensible shoes! Nice trick with the crouching and tripping. Take THAT, Jimmy! Robin’s learned from past experience, and I love the addition of the chase that wasn’t in the book. Robin’s no longer a helpless victim. She is a FIGHTER! And - BAM! Perfect timing, patrol car! 🚔

Cormoran: “How did you guess where she hid it?” (Because that’s where girls hide stuff, darling. ONE good thing all the menstruating is good for at least.)

Quick shout-out to Tom Burke’s freckles. They really should be credited as supporting actors. 🥰

Btw, the navy jumper is not a jumper but a cardigan! I bet Tom was pleased. (And my shippy brain can imagine him wrapping a freezing Robin in it 💙)

Enter Lorelei. Here be dragons.

“You know, if you want a hot meal and a shag with no human emotions involved, there are restaurants. And brothels.”

Oooohhhh... 😳

Need ointment for that burn, Corm?

And she’s entitled! Cormoran’s old school gallantry seems to have gone MIA when it comes to treating Lorelei with the respect she deserved. Especially since he had his chance at ending it decently and respectfully at their earlier little talk over coffee. I still don’t think he meant to hurt her. It was thoughtlessness. Which is no redeeming factor at all. He deserved this, even in front of Robin. #TeamLorelei

Well, at least he didn’t get smacked with an ashtray this time.

I LOLed when Robin simply went straight back to business without commenting. A real pro. 😎

Cormoran: “That was a bit awkward.” Was it, Corm? We barely noticed. *snorts*

And although Robin defends him a little bit, her suppressed smirk and her work-life balance remark tell us she’s enjoyed this a bit. And not just because Cormoran is single again.

Matthew calls: “Sorry, it’s a work thing.” (NO IT ISN’T AND YOU’RE A LYING, CHEATING [REDACTED] !!!) 🤬

Robin steps on Sarah Shaglock’s earring, and now starts a scene that makes me want to shower Holliday in BAFTAs. 🏆🏆🏆 Heart wrenching, painful, powerful. And Matthew finally shows his true colours. (And Kerr Logan deserves a nod for his acting too).

On a completely irrelevant side note: Matt stole that coat from Darius Tanz, only that Santi looked hot as hell in it whereas Matt just looks like an accountant who pretends to look hot. (Go and watch “Salvation” if you have no clue what I’m talking about)

Robin is so bravely holding it together, and - wow - her coldness towards Matt is pretty impressive, and at the same time she’s forcing herself not to cry and fights down a panic attack. It’s amazing how she puts every emotion and train of thought from the books onto the table and we can read it in her face and in her voice and body language. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼Best scene of the season, if you ask me. (Not that anyone ever asks me, but here it is.)

“I’m not gonna let you fail again!” 😡 Aaaand Matt tries to put her down again. To make her feel weak and in need of help. BUT IT’S NO LONGER WORKING. She’s got this. Oh, she’s got this!

They left out Robin saying that he “doesn’t even have a knife”, and I’m actually glad they did. This didn’t need to be about physical assault again. Matt wouldn’t go that far, and it wasn’t necessary to go there. They clearly showed how manipulative he is and how strong Robin has to be to walk away from him, and that is enough.

The minicab driver. I remember the actress as Mrs. Fitz from “Outlander”, and she’s the perfect motherly tough love type to crack that marriage joke. And to get our girl out of there with no further fuss.

Whoa. I had high expectations. And they were met 10/10.

What did you guys think?

#lethal white #lethal white episode 3 #cormoran strike #cb strike #bbc strike #recap #🚨 spoiler alert

[forevfangirlwrites]

I saw a post the other day about a guy from Brooklyn who saw a girl dancing on the roof of a building next to his own house and he sent her a drone with his number on it. His name is jermcohen on Instagram and he has been updating his story there. I was wondering if you could write some percabeth quarantined meet cute based on this. Btw, huge fan of your work. Can't wait for your next story!

The plus side of quarantine is rediscovering things that you forgot you had. For instance, a knock-off magic eight ball that was won at an arcade bar two years ago during his last year of college that had ended up between an old Pringles can full of candy and a clump of pens picked up from a job fair.

That and a drone.

Percy can’t believe he forgot that he actually owned one. Snatching it up, he proceeds to ask the most important question of them all, if his Uber Eats will deliver his Taco Bell before five’o’clock. Shaking it once doesn’t produce any results, and he remembers why he forgot it existed. The knock-off never gave answers on the first try. However, the second shake reveals the answer.

Don’t bet on it.

Damn. He was hungry. He shook it again, trying to think of other questions to ask: will this end soon, will he ever find love, is his cat secretly plotting against him?

Looking down, he sees the magic eight ball has landed on answer.

Undeniably.

Welp. He has no idea which question that’s for, but he’s hoping it’s not the one about his cat.

Moving on, he turns his attention to the drone. The drone that had been, for the better part of a year, sitting in the back of his closet, only used a few times before he had gotten distracted by something else.

He opens it up and takes it outside, onto the small roof of his equally small apartment building. As expected, there’s no one around, so he starts to mess with the drone.

Glancing around at the other apartment buildings, he catches a glimpse of yellow on one of the other roofs. He moves farther to get a better angle. What is that?

The better vantage point reveals a girl, on one of the neighboring roofs, clearly practicing some sort of dance routine. She’s actually pretty good and he finds himself unable to look away.

Once her song is over, she moves to get a water bottle and catches him looking at her. He feels his face flush and is about to stammer out a nervous apology when he realizes she wouldn’t be able to hear him and probably can’t tell he’s blushing.

In his moment of awkward panic, he waves.

The girl, who has a stunning shade of golden blonde hair by the way, waves back tentatively.

As if trying to prove he’s not a creep, his brain tells him to give her a thumbs up.

Great, now he looks like a creep.

Mortified and ready to run back in, he contemplates if taking his drone would slow him down.

Luckily, the girl just laughs and throws a thumbs up back, and he thinks that she must be the coolest person ever for not judging him right away.

But where do they go from here?

Realizing he should probably look away so she can keep dancing or whatever, he turns his attention to his drone and his brain helpfully supplies an insane enough idea that makes the other dumb moves he’s pulled so far seem tame.

What if he gave her his number via drone?

He wants to write it off as stupid as it is, but the magic eight ball answer looms in his head and his Taco Bells isn’t arriving anytime soon anyway.

Besides, she could just ignore him, and they’re far enough apart that even if she does ignore him, it’s fine and he’ll probably just never see her again.

Also, it’s quarantine and he’s bored out of his mind, and this and Taco Bell are the only exciting things to have happened in the past two weeks.

So he rips off a piece of paper of the front page of the instructions that only has a few non-important words, grabs a pen from his pocket and scribbles out his number, jamming it onto a small hook-like thing on the drone, hoping it’ll stay.

He glances back up to the other roof, where the girl is actually looking at him now. When she sees that he’s caught her, she gives a small wave. It strengthens his resolve.

Standing up, he picks up the controller and starts to fly the drone.

The first thing he learns is that it’s still harder to control that he thought (even after messing with it). The second thing he learns is that all his video game experience has led to this one moment.

Where he navigates a drone to give a cute girl his number who’s a roof away.

It’s a shaky flight, but somehow the drone makes it, the girl following it with her gaze and looking surprised as it lands (somewhat neatly) a few feet away from her.

Hesitantly, she steps up to it and bends down.

At that point, all he can hope is that she’s grabbing the piece of paper and not destroying his drone.

A second later she stands up, waving the paper with a big smile on her face. He won’t lie and say it doesn’t make him giddy to see that. In fact, he’s so giddy, it takes him twice as long to get the drone back to him than it did to get to her.

Just as the drone lands by his feet, he feels his phone vibrate.

Hoping to see a text from her, he’s only a little disappointed to see that it’s actually his Taco Bell that’s arrived. He picks up his drone, sends a wave back that he’s not sure she sees because she’s bent down tying her shoes or something and walks back in.

The arrival of his food takes precedence for the next ten minutes as he attempts (and fails) at eating slowly to savor it.

Maybe it’s the Taco Bell, or the excitement of seeing another face, or the knockoff magic eight ball he found, but it’s the first real good day in a long time.  

And for the first time since quarantine started that he doesn’t feel stuck in a rut, each day just barely passing by as he goes through the motions. He’s beyond grateful that he managed to force himself to actually do something today. Cleaning out his closet and ordering some food were the best decisions he’s made.

And the feeling only strengthens when he feels his phone vibrate once more.

And maybe in some weird way knockoff magic eight balls are truly magical because the text reads:

Hi from your neighbor on the roof :)

A/N: Hello and thank you so much for the prompt! I’m so so sorry it took so long, a lot of things have suddenly popped up in my life and have been pulling my attention...but I did finally get to write this! I hope you liked it! I know it’s not exactly what happened with the guy (I did look him up) but I thought I could take some creative liberties with the specifics and this is what turned out...I hope you like it nonetheless! And thank you again for your kind words (glad you enjoy my work :) and for sending in this really cool prompt!

#percabeth #percy and annabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth oneshot #first meetings #meet cute #percabeth au #qarantine #quarantine fic #my first one actually #prompts #writing prompts #ask #thank you!!! #fluff #oneshot #fanfiction

[loulougoingsolo]

A can of biscuits

I had to dig out my sunglasses today because it was a sunny day in my part of the world, but what really made my day brighter was today’s GMM. The guys were both wearing summy yellow, and I love it when they coordinate their outfits. My favourite thing about today, however, was the happy, positive energy. There must have been somekind of an HR-meeting after the previous Reverse Slow Motion episode, because today’s episode didn’t end up in a near-serious slap fight. But more about that later. Now, let’s get on melting things in reverse!

Starting off the game, it looks like Link is convinced he’s going to lose, like the last time. Instead, he takes an early lead with the first two rounds. I really want to go torch my crayons now, that looked so pretty! I don’t like taking sides, and yes, Link was a sore loser the last time, but I’m just really happy to see him score for once. And you know, a happy Link is much better than a crumpy Link.

If 30+ years of friendship shows somewhere, I think it’s in the way Rhett decides to handle the reverse karate chop. I bet if Rhett didn’t every now and then give in and let Link have his mind about trivial things, they’d be fighting all the time. Instead, he goes for the “I’m dead” move, or as he promises today, the silent ragdoll move. At least Link appears to be a little ashamed about what happened the last time. And Rhett is not going to go through with that for a second time.

“I refuse to be a part of a collaborative process of creating a slow-mo moment with this man.” Rhett, 2020

I believe, the moment when Rhett declared his willingess to be manipulated like a puppet was the exact moment when Link decided nothing was going to stop him from winning this game. (I mean, look at his face!)

I think Stevie is the one getting the most frustrated today. I admit I had no idea what the ice sculpture - water bottle - water balloon - ball thingy was either, until Stevie told us what we were watching, but I loved this round. Zero points for the guesses, but this is still perfection.

I just love the way Link’s brain works sometimes. A can of biscuits is such an unexpected guess for what, at that point, looked a lot like a Pringles can (which it was). In his defence, biscuit dough does come in cans, like croissant dough. Honestly, I wanted it to be a can of biscuits just because of the face he made when guessing. But no, Rhett gets this round.

I know what a croc is, but is kazoo that thing that makes a noise that gives me murderous thoughts, and guarantees I keep away from sports events? I’m glad it got torched, I hate those things. Link is trying really hard to stay happy despite losing two rounds in a row, and that shows true growth of character. And with a little bit of luck, and a few excellent guesses, he comes back on top at the end, and wins by a can of Sprite and one point!

But in the end, who was the real winner here? My vote goes to Rhett, who successfully made the best “I’m dead” move of GMM history, and you can’t lose with that.

The highlight of More was definately Link admitting he doesn’t dislike Rhett’s messy hair, because he clearly likes it. I’m personally fond of Link with messy hair, and I’ve definately complimented him for it over numerous occations, but seriously, his hairspray is too good. Somebody get the guys do something a little bit more physical, so that Link messes his hair up, too.

I didn’t get any of the reversed lines Chase read. This game reminds me of my highschool music teacher (who was, kindly put, a bit strange), who used to play us Beatles records in reverse trying to convince us, teenage kids, that their songs included satanic messages. I don’t think anyone bought that.

Now, possums may make the best friends, I bet they couldn’t make as entertaining an internet show as Rhett and Link. And they have so much less hair, too, and that is no fun.

#gmm #gmmore #gmm 1673 #rhett and link #reverse slow mo melting #reverse karate chop #the ultimate i'm dead move #guess the reverse line

[thekrazykeke]

I love this man. To be honest, I’ma hoe for all of them men in Black Panther, so it’s whatever. Every single one of them can get it, and I don’t even know who I want to take me first, Erik or T’Challa? ....Hm, both. Both is good. This chapter is potentially, likely, triggering for some people. Please read this with caution and know that my inbox and IM is always open, for anyone, at any time. 

You’re not bothering me. Never think you are bothering me.

Continued from here, boo.

The minute the apartment door swung open, your eyes snap to Nadia’s face, and you see it, the bruise the size of a fist swelling up her right eye. 

“Where is he?” 

“Let’s talk inside.” Nadia’s hand on yours is firm as she tugged you in, using her hair to shield the bruise from view; the motion too familiar, practiced. The organ in your chest throbbed with pain and you think you’re about to have a panic attack or something. 

"Where is that nigga, is he here?” Your hands clench then unclench, and you can’t focus on one thing, eyes darting around the room, categorizing how the living room is trashed; broken glass shards sprinkled everywhere, TV broken, a hole or two punched in the walls. 

It’s a mess. 

“Calm down, Y/N.” Nadia says, voice entirely too calm, nonchalant.

“Is. That. Nigga. Here?” You enunciate each word forcefully, eyes widened and crazed, angry. 

“He not here. Simmer down already, shit.” Exhausted already by the conversation, she flopped down on the couch. “I called you because I needed your advice.”

“Waterboard that no good ass nigga.” You immediately suggest, taking a seat beside her.

“What, no. That’s,” she laughs, “That’s crazy. Y/N, stop it. Be serious.” 

You aren’t laughing. “I’m deadass. I know somebody who know somebody. They’ll snatch that bitch nigga up off the street, rough his punk ass up, and--”

Nadia couldn’t listen anymore. “I’m the one who started it by spitting in his face!”

“...The fuck. Why would you do that?” Almost always joking, Nadia wasn’t somebody who deliberately provoked people, or at least, she didn’t start something she couldn’t slick-talk her way out of. “Spitting on people is nasty, yo.”

“He dared me to do it. And I was just...” Sighing explosively, she ran her fingers through her hair. “...I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom trash, and I know it ain’t yours. You barely here, for one, and I can’t see you or Erik being that careless.” 

And you had an IUD, but still. Making a motion for her to continue, "So the muthafucka got his side bitch pregnant, and you got pissed.”

For the next half hour, you listen to her with a sympathetic ear as she told you that for a long time, things had been rocky between Travis and herself. He had not intentions of settling down -- with her, though he loved to lead her on with a carrot-stick maneuver and saying he might, he might, he might, while fucking around on her. He knew about the hookup she’d had with Erik and all the other times, with other people, while they’d been on a break. According to Nadia, the guy even made fun of her naivety in thinking he’d marry ‘a woman whose legs were always wide open’. The hypocritical dipshit.

That’s why she spat on him. 

Couldn’t really blame her for that, not really. 

“The girl he got pregnant, she’s only twenty one, Y/N. Twenty one...”, Shaking her head, Nadia laughed. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” As tears stung her eyelashes and her voice wobbled, you reached out, pulling her towards you for a half hug. “It’s okay. Fuck that dude, aigh’t? I know people say it all the time, but you are going to find someone and be happy.”

“You don’t know that.” 

“I do. You are a phenomenal woman and someone is going to recognize you for your worth. Don’t let some idiot take that away from you. You hear me?” Hot tears warmed your shirt and you rocked her gently. “It’s okay. It’s okay, I promise.” 

“I ain’t got nobody no more...” 

“It’s okay...”

Honestly, after that whole experience, you were drained. The thought of going out and being sociable, it made the hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end. Nadia wasn’t hearing that though. 

“B i t c h! This is an important milestone in your relationship. Meeting a family member?” Shaking her head, an ice pack over the swollen area, she gave you a thumbs up and painfully sincere smile, “Girl, if I was you, I wouldn’t have even brought my thick ass over here to deal with my bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit, Nadia.” You interjected, for the fiftieth time. “You my friend and you needed me. Case closed.”

“Whatever. I’m good. I’m gonna sit here and try and figure out who I can pay off to try and fix these damages before the landlord see this shit.” Tilting her head back, she sank more comfortably into the couch. “Forreal, you should go. See what’s good wit Erik and this mystery family member, actually find out what Erik does for a living. I’m betting it’s something physical. His arms hella strong.”

“Bitch.” You elbow her gently.

“What? I’ma single pringle now, so I can look,” Nadia said defensively. “It’s not like he would notice me anyway. The nigga got eyes for you only. It’s cute as fuck, keeping it one hunned.” Although you didn’t want to leave Nadia alone, she took your cellphone and texted Erik to come get you. 

When he came to pick you up, she all but shoved you out the door. 

“You still gon do this wit me, right? Meeting my cuz?” Erik could tell what was up immediately. “I can reschedule, it ain’t nothing.”

And he would, you realized, he cared for your personal comfort more than what his cousin would think. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hands finding the nape of his neck, you tilt your head up and he took the hint, kissing you. “You don’t have to reschedule. So, where is this dinner taking place?” 

Turns out that it’s the Queen’s Cove, the most expensive hotel in the area. Some of the most important political figures and celebrities stayed there. Fuck, even Obama and Michelle had spent two nights there! You were internally spazzing out, mind going one hundred miles an hour, wondering exactly who Erik’s cousin was, who Erik was--

‘I’ll find out tonight. To-night. OMG. That’s not enough time! Holy fucking shit! Oh. mah. Gawd. Chill, Y/N. Just. chill.’ 

Calling up every ounce of zen in your body that you had, you manage to smile at Erik who’s eyeing you warily, probably catching the goofy, weird expressions you’d made while wigging out. 

"Clothes, we both need new clothes.” You say decisively. 

“I don’t really--”

“Nigga, bring ya ass on!”

“Aigh’t already, damn!”

After an exhausting rest of the afternoon spent looking for the perfect outfit, Erik dropped you off at your favorite salon to get your hair and nails done. It was a last minute walk in appointment and Chantay wasn’t the happiest seeing you -- until she saw the amount of money you were paying her. While she worked her magic, you and Breanna texted back and forth, with y’all going through potential jobs and reasons for all this mystery and secrecy that Erik was doing. 

Bre also promised that she would send Dre to put Travis in check asap. Then the topic changed once again when she sent you the link to an article about the Wakandan king, T’Challa. 

Apparently he was slated for a press conference tomorrow morning?

‘She so dumb, but I love her silly ass.’ Smiling faintly, you replied that yes, the king was pretty fione, but he was a little too lean for your tastes. You ain’t want a man that didn’t know how to handle all your thickness. You cracked up laughing when she sent you a poop emoji, murmuring an apology when Chantay told you to keep still.

Once that appointment is concluded, the two of y’all took note of the limo waiting outside. 

The. Limo.

GSLKDHFSKFLJSD!!!

“Y/N?” Neither of y’all utter a word. So he tries again, “Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you, ma’am?” The driver asked, professional and relaxed, unruffled, by the fact that he’s being gaped at.

“That’s me.” You reply weakly. He opened the door for you. 

“I got the license plate number in case you go missing.” Chantay whispered out the corner of her mouth. Placing a hand over your heart, you throw up a peace sign and she waved, removing a cigarette from behind her ear and lit it. 

Question after question flew through your brain. You wanted to touch everything but at the same time, it was important to show some class. He drops you off at the apartment where you quickly shower, moisturize, and change (Nadia is gone but where you don’t know and have no time to find out), and when you come back out, the few people lingering around eye you with appreciation, curiousity and lust. 

The drive to the Queen’s Cove is completely silent but you don’t care. This feels like some straight up black Cinderella-out-the-hood type stuff. 

The next time the car pulls to a stop and the door opens, it’s Erik who’s reaching a hand out to you. Without hesitation, you take his hand and he helps you out of the limo, appraising you with hungry eyes. Although your inner mantra is that you’re in public and this is indecent, especially for a place this fancy, you give him a once over too. 

“Damn baby, you lookin’ like a whole snack.” 

Cracking a smile, because regardless, Erik gon be Erik, you let him kiss the corner of your mouth, so close to your lips. “Mmhm, you look handsome too, baby. Let’s go meet your cousin.”

“You right, you right.” There’s a distracted air about him and he can’t stop looking at you. 

Admittedly, that swells your ego. That floaty feeling carries you through what might have been an epic freak out and meltdown because again, there were celebrities and politicians milling about, everything looked expensive. 

Fuck, even the air smelled rich!

The maitre d’ led y’all to a private booth/sitting area in the far back, not easily noticed by other people. And there, already seated... Is the King of Wakanda. T’Challa Udaku. 

“Cousin! There’s bobotie on the menu!” Eyebrows raising, you glanced at Erik pointedly, but he merely pulled out the chair for you. The whole ass king, T’Challa, put down the menu only to smile at you brightly, “Oh! I am so rude. Hello. You are Erik’s woman, yes?”

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Your Highness.” You said primly, about to raise up and possibly mangle an attempt at a curtsey, but Erik’s hand on the nape of your neck keeps you seated, the gesture effortlessly casual, but intimate.

“Please, there are no need for titles. Did you not tell her that, cousin?” Erik sat down too. “...Oh, Bast, he did not tell you that.” T’Challa, the king of an African nation, frowned. “N’Jadaka...”

“N-who?” Your brows furrowed.

T’Challa sighed and Erik eyeballed him, expression annoyed. “Bruh, don’t come at me like that! What with yo bitch ass Council putting that gag order on a nigga, what could I tell her but the kiddy shit?”

“Um...” You try to speak up.

“The conference is tomorrow, cousin. You could have informed her at least two weeks in advance.”

“You think I’m slow or some shit? Like I can’t read, muthafucka? Of course I know it’s tomorrow! I brought her down her to meet yo cornball ass, but we can bounce if you gon be on some other--”

THUMP! 

Slamming your fist into the table, ignoring the throbbing pain searing through the appendage, you glared at them both. “If both y’all grown ass men don’t start actin’ like y’all mofos got some sense and recognize we in public, right now...” You say through gritted teeth. 

“Sorry, baby.” Erik mumbled.

“My apologies, Y/N.” 

After that, the tension faded away. The dinner felt relaxed and normal, like you were eating out with ya man and another brother or something. During that dinner though, Erik explained that he was a prince, third in line for the throne to Wakanda. The two of them made some questionable quips and remarks that bordered on being too dark, and you were most certainly going to be talking to Erik about that later. 

Erik, that wasn’t even his real name. 

It’s N’Jadaka Udaku. 

There’s something beautiful about the way the vowels rolled off your tongue and N’Jadaka, likes when you use it. Oh, yeah, he definitely liked the way you say his name, if his hand on your thigh underneath the table is any indication, the slow circles he’s rubbing into the satin smooth brown skin, teasing you. 

“Hi! I’m Mitchell and this is Cassandra, and we--”

Oh. No.

It feels like the bottom of your stomach has fallen out. You are half afraid to even look up and see if they’re as close as you fear, but when you flick your eyes to the right, yes. Yes they are, right here.

Waiters. 

Ha! 

Right now, they’re pestering T’Challa, asking if he wants a refill of his drink, and you glance at ya man, trying to non-verbally signal to him that we had to get the fuck outta dodge before they noticed us. And either he was just horny or he got the message, probably the former, but he was about to get up when Cassandra turned and finally noticed us.

Shit!

“Y/N! Hi! Oh, goodness. This is such a coincidence, running into you and your beau again. I told Mitchell that I saw you at my other job and he didn’t believe me at all.” 

Somehow, you manage to smile, “Such a...small world.” 

There’s a pregnant pause. “Erik! Hi, hello!” Again, she offered her hand for a shake.

He ignored her outstretched hand. “This is a private dinner. Family only.”

Mitchell snorted, his handsome features twisting into a sneer. “Family? Y/N? No way. I grew up with the girl, that’s straight ghetto--”

Cassandra elbowed her hubby abruptly. “Honey.”

“Nah, let him finish his sentence.” Erik took a swallow of wine, finishing off the glass. “‘Straight ghetto’, what?”

“I was going to say that Y/N and her family are an...unscrupulous bunch.” Lying through his teeth, Mitchell plastered a smile onto his lips, though his eyes are bitter, cruel. Jealous. “It’s very unfit for her to be sitting next to, and dining with, royalty.” 

T’Challa raised a finger, “Forgive me for sounding uncultured in this. English is not my first language and I have not been to America often,” It’s clear, if only to you and Erik, that he’s downplaying his own intellect, he’d talked circles around you about a lot of topics and explained things without making you feel stupid. “But I believe you are insulting not only myself, and by extension, all of Wakanda, you are also insulting my own cousin, a prince, and his choice of female companion? Y/N is quite a lovely and intelligent, funny, woman, after all.”

“I agree! I so agree!” Cassandra nodded her head vigorously. “Y/N and I, we were friends once upon a time ago in college.”

Unable to stand all this double talking and hypocrisy, your mouth opened, “Bitch, when?” You sounded so done at the moment. “Is it after you caught a case of jungle fever and decided that you were finished fucking Tim, who went on to become a famous country singer by the way, and chose this light bright nigga to be your Negro husband? I bet you were very disappointed that the rumor of all black men having big dicks isn’t true.”

Cassandra paled, standing there, gaping at you. Mitchell, however, absolutely exploded. “You ghetto ass dirty hoodrat bi--”

One right hook and an uppercut and Mitchell hit the floor with a pained grunt. Erik put his foot on his chest, keeping him in place. “I’m from Oakland, California, straight up out the hood, my nigga. Erik Stevens, ask about me.” Grinding his heel into his chest for a few more seconds, he stepped over him, “Let’s get the fuck up outta here.” 

“Yoink.” You grab the bottle of wine, patting Cassandra’s shoulder ‘comfortingly’. “I’ll just take this for the road. Since we such good friends, you got me, right? Right. I’ll holla at you on Facebook, boo boo.” With a wave of your fingers, you accept Erik’s hand, smiling big and pretty, especially when he adjusted his grip so that his arm is around your waist, headed for the exit. 

“Bill me for any damages, yes?” Smiling a camera ready smile, T’Challa dipped his head in farewell to Cassandra, accidentally stepping on Mitchell’s hand and followed after his wayward cousin and date. 

Once y’all are outside, embarrassment overtakes you and you’re about to apologize to T’Challa but he only wagged a finger and smiled. “It was very good fun tonight. I almost thought you were too timid for my cousin but you have such a vibrant personality, Y/N.”

You look at the ground then away from him, unable to keep eye contact at the sincerity in his tone. “Careful, nigga, or you and me gon go round three for you flirting with my girl.” Erik joked, tilting your chin up a little to kiss your forehead.

T’Challa shook his head and chuckled, “Take care of each other and stay out of trouble, eh.”  

Then y’all go y’all’s separate ways. Erik and you get in the limo, while a fierce, bald lady opens the door to a sleek sports car, and T’Challa gets in that. Both vehicles take off in opposite directions. You reach for Erik’s hand and he holds your hand in his lap, his thumb tracing circles around the pulse point, a pensive expression on his face. You want to know what’s up but you also are afraid to know what’s bothering him, secretly figuring that it’s you and the drama that follows you around like a bad smell. 

When the limo drops y’all off at his crib, he immediately strips of the outfit, carelessly dropping the items of clothing onto the floor and elsewhere, motions agitated. You follow after him silently, carefully following his lead. The two of you shower together but he doesn’t touch you, or make any lewd comments. He gives you some clothes to sleep in and you think that y’all aren’t going to talk about the elephant in the room when he turns his back to you, and reluctantly, you turn so that you’re facing away from him too.

Only twenty minutes of this and you think you’re going crazy. 

You’re about to get the fuck outta dodge when he speaks, “I need...I need to tell you somethin’.” Heart sinking in your chest, you try to turn around but he holds you in place, apparently not wanting you to look at him while he tells you...whatever he needs to tell you. 

Pretty sure you were prepared for anything than what he told you about his life before he and you started sleeping together and became a couple. The uncensored version of who Erik Steven is...or rather, who he had been. 

Killmonger.

All of it. 

You’d like to think you were a tough as nails type of bitch, but that story had you crying hard as shit. Whether for N’Jobu, N’Jadaka, or T’Challa and his father. Or Erik’s victims...it’s a mystery. 

You just hurt.

“I couldn’t...couldn’t keep hiding what I done. I mean, I could, but tonight, if anything, proved that all that shit tends to come out one way or the other. And I wanted you to hear it from me, not nobody else.” He swallowed. “I ain’t gon be mad or, or, stop you if you choose to leave me. I understand.” 

The next time you attempted to turn around, he didn’t stop you. Legs on either side of his chest, hands resting on his abdomen, you stared down at him with red and puffy eyes. “If I got up right now to leave, would you choke me out, smack me, or shoot me in the head?”

He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly, eyes suspiciously bright, “No.”

“Do you have any plans to cheat on me?”

“Fuck no.” 

“Couples fight, they argue. That shit is normal. I might get mad and say some hurtful things, or you might be the one to do all that. We might yell at each other. That is normal. What I won’t accept is being made into Boo-Boo the Fool when you get mad and feel you have to prove what a man you are, then cheat on me with another bitch. 

I won’t be your punching bag or doormat. I am your woman, more than that, I’m somebody daughter, they sister. 

I’ve got too much respect for myself to let any of that foolishness go on. I will drop yo ass wit the quickness and cross the street to avoid speaking to you for years, if necessary.” Pausing, you take a breath, letting your words sink in. 

“Do you understand?”

Erik’s cautiously rests his hands on your hips. “I understand that, and I respect it. But I’m asking you to please, don’t throw that shit I told you in my face if you get mad. Ion care bout nun else but don’t do me dirty like that, Y/N. I’m tryin’ my best, baby girl.”

Baby girl. Oooh fuck, that nickname did things to you. You needed to get your hormones under control, bih, this is a serious moment! “’Kay.” You say, voice quiet, and you bite your bottom lip. 

He seemed to sense the turn in your attitude because he soon leaned up and kissed you open mouthed and nasty, squeezing your ass cheeks, the boy shorts you wore offering little to no protection from Erik’s groping hands, “You gon let me fuck you now, ain’tchu, baby girl?” 

Oh, this bastard. Moaning yessssss, you don’t resist when he yanks off the shirt you wore, accidentally tearing it a little before flinging it away, then yanked off the booty shorts, shoving his boxers down just enough to free his cock, teasing your wet pussy folds before pushing in alllll the way inside you. 

“You mines, you my baby girl, you gon stay wit me.” The words are quietly delivered every time he fucks up into you, and your eyes screw shut, breaths coming quick. “Say it.” A particularly hard roll of his hips punches the breath out of you, “I can stay like this all night.” 

And you know he can, he would, tease you, the both of you, until he gets what he wants. “I’m yours, your baby g-girl,” Erik sucked at your throat, intent on leaving a hickie. “I’m not gon leave you.”

It’s like your words flipped a switch or something because he’s switching positions so that you’re beneath him and he’s fucking you nice and slow. Then again, this doesn’t really feel like fucking. It’s not rough or quick, with spankings or some choking. Whatever it is, it’s intense, and the way he’s looking at you, the way he kisses your shoulder, murmuring how good your pussy feels, and other sweet, perverse things, eventually sends you over the edge. You don’t deny it when he mutters, “You my baby girl...” Right in your ear just before he pushes inside you as far as he can go, filling you with his cum. 

After all, it’s not like he’s wrong; you are his. 

#mcu #erik killmonger #mcu imagine #erik killmonger imagine #black reader #black panther #marvel #black panther imagine #marvel imagine #erik killmonger x reader #thekrazykeke

[notsugarandspice]

OKAY PROMPT: CUTE FLUFFY THING OF REDDIE BASED OFF OF “kiss the boy” by keiynan lonsdale PLEAASE

Kiss The Boy

WARNING: PURE FLUFF, TEENAGE BOY STUPIDITY

Read it on AO3.

“I can do it myself, I’m not an idiot.”

“Never said you were, Richard. But you know absolutely nothing about it.”

“Mom, I can go to the shop a town over. But come on! You’re going to call a guy my age to paint me a car? What if he goes to my school. I won’t live through that humiliation!”

Richie shoves a ham and cheese sandwich Maggie made him with aggression that leaves some mayo on the lens of his glasses.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine. Might help relieve you from the burden of that ego a little bit.”

Maggie lifts her eyes from a cutting board, eyeing her son with amusement. Richie just rolls his eyes and tries to stick some Pringles in the crevices of the mouth that aren’t occupied by the sandwich.

“Alright, I think I’m done here. Why don’t you bring this down to him? He should be here any minute.”

Maggie puts a plate with a large club sandwich and strawberry lemonade in front of Richie and has to slap her son’s hand away when he reaches for a layered triangle.

“Be nice, Richie. Don’t make me regret my decision.” She points the finger at him and lets it linger in the air as an eerie warning.

Richie eventually grunts and grabs the plate and the cup, and walks to the garage to greet the guy who’s going to do his job for him. As if painting a car is that fucking difficult. Yeah, right.

The door leading to the garage slams behind him as he enters the room, feeling the stifling heat from the opening. His mother’s old, beat-up circa 1970 Volkswagen Beetle is still in the middle, the silver paint worn and peeled in random places. Richie can see a red-cap covered head of someone bending towards the car on the other side, probably wondering whether he can salvage some paint. He can’t.

Richie is very grateful that Maggie decided to gift him one of the very first cars she owned, but he had a growth spurt Sophomore year of high school, and it didn’t help him fit into the tiny vehicle one bit. He doesn’t even care that the car is feminine; he simply can’t even sit down without bending his neck. Maybe he can ask the guy to do something about the seat.

Richie rounds the vehicle and steps in front of the boy who’s allegedly a car master of some sort. Maggie said his stepdad owns a shop on the edge of Derry, and apparently, the guy works there a lot. More like works out. The boy is bouncing on the tiptoes of white sneakers, peeling off some silver paint on the door of the car, the left tricep prominent and shifting as he moves the arm around. Richie can see that the shoulders are fit too because the guy is wearing a red tank top, and even the thigh muscles are bulging, revealed by the relatively short jean shorts. And Richie would say that they’re too short for a guy, but he likes the view a bit more than he’s willing to admit.

Richie clears his throat, and the boy looks up, but half of the face is still shielded by the cap. He leans on the knees to stand up, and Richie’s eyes get stuck on the movement of the bicep muscles as the boy turns the hat around, so the cap isn’t covering his face anymore. Richie lifts his eyes to meet the other’s, and his heart jumps somewhere behind his tongue. He’s met with a slightly tan, flushed face, covered in tiny dots of freckles stretching from one cheek to the other, several bigger ones perched on the small nose.    

“Is that for me?”

“W-what?”

The boy releases a soft chuckle and points the finger at the strawberry lemonade in Richie’s hand, and he is suddenly aware of the burning coldness in his skin, sweating droplets of the glass sliding down bony knuckles.

“Oh. Y-yeah.” Jesus Christ, did you switch bodies with Stuttering Buh-buh-buh-bill?

Richie reaches out the cup and blinks rapidly, an uninvited nervousness washing through him. The boy takes it, inadvertently scratching one of Richie’s knuckles, and he feels a shiver reach the bottom of his spine. They guy sips on the drink, the condensation running down his hand to the elbow, droplets falling on the uneven garage floor.

“You have something on your glasses.”

“What?”

“Is that your favorite word?”

Richie blinks and places the plate on the table next to the wall, taking the glasses off to see what the guy is talking about. And since he can’t actually put the frames into focus even if they’re straight in front of the eyes, he simply wipes them on the shirt. Which, apparently, only smudges the residue.

“Please tell me it’s not what I think it is.”

Richie is confused for several seconds, but then he laughs and points a finger gun at the guy. “It’s jizz, my darling.”

“Wow. Creative. You’re a real show stealer.”

“You bet.”

“Do you know what sarcasm is?” Richie wants to reply something witty, but he gets too mesmerized by the movement of dark curly eyelashes, only visible through the left lens.

It’s not until the guy grabs the glasses straight from his face, brushing a finger on each temple, that he recovers a bit. He watches the blob of red wipe at his frames furiously and hears the forced breathing, probably intended to help with the cleaning. Richie finally feels the glasses touch the tops of his ears, and he watches the concentrated expression on the guy’s face, brows furrowed and bottom lip trapped behind small teeth. He’s fucking adorable.

“Is it better?” asks the boy, still standing dangerously close to Richie. He smells like fresh baked cookies.

“Think so.”

They stand in the present position for several seconds, blissfully unaware of the passing time. Richie is looking all over the guy’s face, his eyes finally landing on puckered rosy lips, and he feels his neck tug down towards the boy involuntarily. But before he gets to even realize the implications of that, the boy coughs and steps back a bit, and the sweet scent of vanilla extract is gone.

“I’m Eddie,” says the guy, extending his hand for Richie to shake. The protruding vein on Eddie’s wrist distracts the tall boy for several seconds.

“Dick,” says Richie, grabbing the boy’s hand and shaking it with more enthusiasm than is probably socially acceptable. But Richie doesn’t give a damn about societal expectations anyway.

“Your name is Dick?” Eddie doesn’t seem to mind that his hand is still trapped between Richie’s pale fingers.

“Richard is my name, nicknames are my game.” Richie winks, and it inevitably leads to a quiet giggle and a barely-there blush. Jesus.

“You got one for me?”

Richie loosens the grip on Eddie’s hand a bit, making it go slack but still holding onto it, maybe a bit more gentle than he intended. He steps closer, leaning down to whisper. “Sure thing, Eds.”

Eddie squeals and pushes at the flat bony chest, effectively sending Richie tumbling into the table, the plate shattering on the dirty floor. Both boys bring hands to their mouth in anticipation of parental rage, but nothing comes, and terrified expressions are soon replaced with soft laughter. Richie leans down to pick up the small pieces of the sandwich that are scattered along with large ceramic pieces, placing it all in a small tower that he figures he’ll throw out by the pharmacy, so Maggie doesn’t know what he did. He shivers noticeably when Eddie’s arm brushes his own, adding the pieces that fell under the car. And when their eyes connect, Richie can feel his own face color resemble that of the boy’s, and he hasn’t felt that since… well, ever.

“You have a bag we can put all this in?” asks Eddie, standing up and walking around the garage to locate the needed item.

“No, but I have newspapers.”

“That’ll do.”

They wrap it in a large ball of Wentworth’s Washington Post, dated several months ago. Richie discards it into the trash bin standing next to the garage door, thinking that he’d remove it later to make sure Maggie doesn’t notice it. Not that his mother walks around peering into trash bins, but he really doesn’t want to disappoint.

“Sorry about your sandwich, Eds.”

Eddie smiles earnestly, and the warm feeling in the middle of Richie’s abdomen is almost overwhelming in the summer heat of Maine.

“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t come here for food.”

“Right, you’re here for the cold hard cash. I can’t believe you’d do this to me! I thought this was something special!” Richie drops down to his knees in front of the boy, animatedly sobbing, somehow pulling actual tears, and the guy laughs so hard that he doubles over.

“You’re terrible,” says Eddie, grinning wide and honest, and Richie is irritated that he’s too busy pushing his glasses to observe every movement of muscle on the boy’s face.

“You laughed though, Eds.”

Eddie suddenly rolls his eyes and throws his arms up in annoyance. “Don’t fucking call me that, dumbass.”

Richie stands up and moves to stand unnecessarily close to the boy, making the other crane his neck to blink up at him with twinkly brown eyes that make the corners of Richie’s mouth jump. But instead of sporting an irritated expression, Eddie simply smirks, lifting one of his eyebrows and crossing the arms, inadvertently touching Richie’s stomach, making him jump back with a whine he never even heard from a girl. Nice job, Tozier.

Of course, the boy just laughs at him and moves closer to the car. And Richie’s head is a jumbled mess of things he doesn’t yet understand. So instead of confronting the buzzing feeling in abdomen, he moves back towards the street and plops onto the bike.

“Where are you going?” asks Eddie, a note of disappointment laced through curiosity.

“I owe you some food, Eds!” screams Richie in response, pedaling away quickly towards the center of the town, his head a little light from the sudden rush of air he didn’t have in the small space.

He comes back forty minutes later, barely maneuvering the bike with one hand, holding a large vanilla cone in the other. The stifling heat makes the ice cream run down his hand, onto the handles, leaving a white trail from Smith’s to Tozier residence. He throws the bike onto the front lawn, unable to position it by the house. By the time he walks up to the garage, there are newspapers under and around the car, and Eddie is holding an electric sander, a mask hanging around his neck. Richie comes closer, the ice cream still dripping, and reaches it out for the boy to take. Eddie jumps when he turns around, his eyes going wide and breathtakingly pretty. Richie can’t get enough air again.

“What’s this? Oh my God, it’s dripping everywhere!”

Eddie grabs Richie’s wrist with the vanilla cone after he puts the sander down, and leads him out into the sun. Richie notices that the boy is no longer wearing the baseball hat, and the brown hair glistens with stripes of maroon and gold, smooth and wavy. Richie’s hand is shaking from nervousness, and he’s not even sure he can hold the ice cream much longer.

“It’s for you.” He reaches out again, a couple of vanilla drops falling on his toes, sliding down on the flip-flops.

“You brought me ice cream all the way from Smith’s?”

Richie realizes that he might’ve gone overboard, but when does he not? He can’t make a sandwich to save a life.

“Um. Yeah?” He smiles nervously, and he can feel his entire body flush with an intensity that reminds him of the time he saw Cillian Murphy on TV.

Eddie searches his face for several seconds, and Richie can see a cherry blush spread behind the tiny freckles. The boy fights a smile but eventually wraps his hand around Richie’s, gently taking the cone from his hand. He licks around the rim, taking care of the melted part of the small vanilla mound. He looks up at Richie who realizes that he’s staring at the boy with a mouth half-open, his whole body on fire. Eddie extends the arm, putting the ice cream right in front of Richie’s face.

“Want some?”

There is a silver glint in large browns again, and a shy smile that makes Richie’s legs shake a little. He wraps his hand around Eddie’s small one, covering it completely and for whatever reason leans down quickly, pecking the boy’s smooth cold lips. Horrified at what he’s done, he tries to retreat back, blood pumping in his ears but Eddie doesn’t let him, putting a small hand behind his neck. Richie has to breathe in harshly from his nose because he feels like passing out from the hot breath that escapes the boy’s mouth when their lips part to meet again. Richie can feel Eddie smile into the kiss, all warm cookies, and cold vanilla, and Richie thinks he understands what the fuss with kissing boys is all about.

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[swyllh]

[minghao]: i love you/that’s not my fault

title: undercover

premise: you and minghao have played a couple for undercover operations one too many times. police/detective au! (very brooklyn 99)

genre: enemies to lovers, fluff

pairings: reader x minghao, side!seokhan

word count: 3314

“darling,” you say, lips matte and unglamorously sticky, “get me another drink?”

minghao, now ‘trevis’, grins wolfishly. he slicks his orange, greasy pompadour back with both hands  and winks at your informant.

“sure, babe,” he says before swaggering off in that disastrous fuchsia combination.

suppressing a sigh, you turn back to wendy, who swoons, “what a charmer you got yourself there, betty.”

“yeah, a snake charmer,” you mumble, but not before letting out a girlish squeal. “of course, wendy, trevis has always been so… amicable!”

wendy raises an eyebrow at you.  lowering her voice, she leans in, “[y/n], no one says that word here. act more like barbie or something.”

“barbie’s a qualified lawyer,” you bite back. “not the point. do you see big rogers anywhere?”

wendy leans back and pretends to sweep her hair behind her shoulder. “oh of course, you don’t have to be shy about the bedroom!”

“wendy!” you snap, before realising what she’s trying to do. “it’s not my fault he can’t get it up!”

so that may or may not have been a little unprofessional; xu minghao is a colleague of yours, and since day one the two of you have been at loggerheads. you suppose it was your competitive streak that started the entire debacle, what with you announcing your first clear solve in front of him a little too excitedly. somehow a bet was placed, and the two of you are now competing for the first closed case of the year.

that being said, the captain of the precinct ordered for you two to go undercover as a sleazy, honeymoon couple. you think he’s in on the bet too.

“betty, honey, you can’t keep faking orgasms,” wendy says in a concerned, high-pitched trill. her mirthful smile, however, states otherwise. “you heard of eyecandy?”

you fake a gasp. “where?”

“i heard a guy called big rogers has it,” she says, and winks.

a man in a pink leotard slides into the bar stool next to yours. “hey, heard you were faking orgasms.”

you shrug, cupping your face with your hands. “nice to meet you too.”

“look,” the pink leotard croons, “i know big rogers.”

you quirk an eyebrow and exchange a look with wendy.

putting on your saddest pout, you ask, “will he help trevis get it up?”

the case is closed pretty quickly after that – minghao had burst out of nowhere while you were struggling with big rogers and slammed him down on the floor.

“it’s my arrest,” you snarl, pulling off your wig. “mine.”

“yeah, but who put the handcuffs on him?” minghao says, cocky, and you wonder if you can cover up a murder before reaching the precinct.

“i went through all that espionage while you were out kissing someone’s ass,” you say. “i call dibs.”

“call dibs,” he snorts, dragging our criminal to the lift. “what are we, five?”

you’re about to stamp your feet in frustration, but the twinkle in his eye makes you stop yourself. instead, you fold your arms and roll your eyes in the best portrayal of a tired, overworked adult.

“we were partners for this case, but you were missing for the large part of the chase,” you say, punching in the right button. “look, if we’re partners-”

“if i weren’t there, you’d have let him slip,” he concludes slyly. “is that what you’re implying?”

“well- hey!” you shout, just as the elevator dings.

the doors open, and minghao is purposefully striding forward, big rogers in tow. you briefly consider spiking his coffee with laxative, but bite down the urge to scream and instead catch up to minghao. on the way to the holding cell, you spot jeonghan with a box of donuts on his desk. he gives you a smile, which you can’t find in yourself to return.

“first case of the year,” minghao announces, closing the door on big rogers. “closed!”

you roll your eyes again, and march over to your desk, ready to type out whatever report is needed. jeonghan slides over to you in his office chair, a yellow smiley donut still perched on his hand.

“trouble in paradise?” he asks.

you shrug off your glittery jacket. “whatever – i’ll even the score out by the end of the week. hey, a donut!”

“back off,” he says, appraising his donut with heart eyes. “seokminnie made it for me.”

“that bakery boy?” you ask, snorting. “isn’t he straight?”

jeonghan rolls his eyes. “you know that’s not how it works.”

“right, everyone’s got a crush on yoon jeonghan,” you say, and then sigh.

minghao gets into his seat opposite you. “how’s it like to be loveless and unsuccessful, [l/n]?”

that hits home a little too hard, so you scowl at his orange pompadour instead. “what’s it like to be an irony?”

“what?”

“a dickless dick,” you spit, and jeonghan roars with laughter beside you.

“sir, with all due respect, i think you’re mistaken,” you say. “we do not have to work another case-”

captain choi looks up at you. “are you disagreeing with my orders?”

you bite down a retort. “no, sir.”

you can’t believe it, but you’re sneaking glances at minghao, hoping he’d back you up for this.

minghao looks unperturbed, so you continue, “it’s just that it’s the third time this month we’re posing as a couple, and i thought we might want to mix up group dynamics-”

“detective [l/n], you and detective xu have been showing far greater progress since you started working together,” captain choi says. “it is in the interest of the precinct that you continue.”

gritting your teeth, you can’t do much but nod.

minghao smiles. “yes sir.”

once you’re out of the office, however, you round up on minghao. what sick pleasure he derives from the two of you playing as a couple, you don’t know. maybe he’s just waiting for a chance to stab you and fake a manslaughter. poking into his chest, you narrow your eyes.

“look, i don’t know what it is you want –”

“crime rates are down, [y/n],” minghao says. “that’s what i want.”

the blunt statement takes you by surprise. “oh.”

he walks back to his desk, and you’re staring after his overly tall, lanky frame. a strange wave of guilt and admiration washes over you – maybe you’ve just been the only one taking this too seriously.

“and besides, you cringe up every time i call you ‘babe’,” minghao says, ruining whatever you might have felt.

he tosses you the case file, which you catch easily. hotly, you say, “thanks, darling.”

he grins, toothy and wide. “briefing’s in five, babe.”

jeonghan’s lounging in the van, lazily checking on your hidden cameras and mics. everything’s working out well, and you’re trying not to dirty the gown you’ve managed to borrow from irene.

“i don’t get what’s up with you and hao,” jeonghan says.

“minghao?” you ask. “he’s a dick.”

jeonghan tuts. “no, he isn’t.”

“he’s been nothing but a competitive, snarky, sneaky little snake, and somehow we have to do all our undercover missions together,” you whine a little.

“hao’s the sweetest person i know,” jeonghan says. “after seokminnie, of course.”

“oh yeah, how’s it going with seokmin?”

jeonghan purses his lips. “actually, i was going to ask for a favour.”

you perk up, sitting up straight and knocking into jeonghan. “ouch, wait, favour? the great yoon jeonghan is asking for a favour?”

jeonghan hushes you. you grin, giddy with the sudden rush of adrenaline at having jeonghan at your mercy. you must have saved china in your past life or something, or at least saved a dog from dying.

“okay, so you know how seokminnie loves love?”

you shrug. “that’s your boy we’re talking about. but yeah, whatever.”

“seokmin loves love. he adores it. it’s all he can talk about – which is why, can we do a double date?”

you choke on air. “a double date?”

jeonghan knows full well that you’re single as a pringle, and there’s no way you’re willing to settle down for a lunch and pretending you’re in love with some stranger. even if jeonghan has beautiful friends, like that model or that producer.

“it’s just,” jeonghan says, bashful. you’ve never seen him bashful. “you’ve been going undercover with hao all this time-”

a beat. you don’t entirely comprehend what he’s trying to say. the confusion must show on your face, because jeonghan rolls his eyes.

“okay, i’m asking you and minghao to pretend – for one lunch – to be in love, and go on a double date with me and seokmin.”

“are you kidding me?” you shriek, closing in on jeonghan. “no. no fucking way-”

jeonghan holds a finger to your lips. “okay, look, get this mission over with, and we’ll talk. all good.”

“you can’t just spring this up on me,” you say, but you’re already climbing out of the door. “you owe me one, yoon jeonghan.”

“is that a yes?”

you slam the door back in his face. faced with the ridiculousness of the situation, you start to laugh – you’re in a lilac gown eerily reminiscent of your prom dress, with a gun strapped to your thigh garter, and an unofficial undercover offer. as you turn around, breathing in and exhaling to assume the identity of isabel caven, you see minghao in a blue suit. it must be tailored to fit, you figure, because wow, he actually looks good.

michael chung, you correct yourself, michael chung looks good.

minghao glances up when you approach, and then does a double take. you wonder if it’s because irene’s dress is a size too small, or if it’s because of the awkward stumbling around. maybe it’s the beaded hairpin jeonghan had stuffed into your bun. you don’t know, but the strange stare he’s giving you is making you heat up.

“michael, darling,” you say softly.

he offers an arm. “i-isabel.”

you take it, hooking your arm around his. the fabric of his suit feels expensive, real, like it’s something he actually owns and not a costume. you don’t really know what to make of the weird flutter in your chest.

shaking the feeling off, you review your identities. isabel caven and michael chung are a young, newly-wed couple. they’ve been working for various news agencies as freelance photographers, and are currently attending the auction in place of isabel’s aunt, jessi caven.

as you walk up the stairs to the hall, minghao turns to you. “you look pretty tonight, isabel.”

you smile coyly. “you’re not too bad yourself, michael.”

“wait,” minghao says, and then pulls out a silver band. he slips it over your fourth finger. “there.”

you nod, throat dry. “right.”

as the party progresses, a couple of people approach the two of you, fawning over your ‘wedding ring’. you’re laughing into your champagne when a lady starts swooning over young love and honeymoons. you try not to break her spirit, and are entertaining her weird, vaguely-invasive questions. minghao drifts back to your side, and it only manages to get the lady more fired up.

“so how’s it like, the married life?” she says, and you wonder if she’s a little tipsy.

“uh,” you look over to minghao. “it’s been wonderful.”

minghao nods, though he’s scanning the crowd for your suspect. “absolutely.”

“you two are so reserved! why are you standing so far apart?” she remarks jokingly. “are you sure you’re married?”

minghao tenses, and the two of you try to diffuse some tension – he holds your waist cautiously, and you lean into his chest in some show of affection. quickly, he presses a kiss to your hair.

“oh min- michael,” you say, but the lady doesn’t catch onto you. “hey, isn’t that the host, we should go say hi.”

minghao nods, and the two of you escape into a corner of the hall. his arm still lingers around your waist, and it isn’t until you purposefully step away to get another glass of champagne from a passing waiter that minghao lets go.

“that was weird,” you laugh, scanning the room. it’s more an excuse than an obligation, however, because you’re trying your best not to look at minghao after that stunt.

“no, that’s perfectly normal, babe,” minghao says, but you can hear the tortured smirk in his voice.

you shrug. “sure it is, darling. by the way, seven o’clock. man in blue.”

getting the gun from your thigh garter is probably the hardest part of the entire mission. it’s only rivalled by facing the wide-eyed look on xu minghao’s face when he sees you ripping your gown and whipping a revolver out.

“so, you two are jeonghan’s colleague?” seokmin asks, sunshine on his face.

you can see why jeonghan’s so hung up on him – he’s always smiling, and he’s always so accommodating towards jeonghan. there’s also the awkward, shy way he passes jeonghan his food, as well as the lingering eyes. there’s no way this man isn’t into him.

“yep,” you say. “we’re dating.”

minghao gives you a look, but is immediately all smiles when he turns back to seokmin. “yeah, what about you and jeonghan?”

seokmin chokes on his hot chocolate. “w-what about me a-and jeonghannie?”

to be honest, you’re surprised that minghao’s taken jeonghan up on the request. you think it might just be the thrill of having yoon jeonghan owe you one.

“but anyway, how did you two meet?” jeonghan is quick to ask when it’s clear that seokmin’s still red and flustered.

you try not to roll your eyes. “we’re working together, so.”

someone kicks you under the table. you wince.

“well,” minghao takes over. “[y/n] and i were partners on a bunch of cases, and we got to know each other.”

you smile. “yep – minghao’s stubborn as a mule, so we had to spend a lot of time backtracking over things.”

“and you were so careless,” minghao coos a little condescendingly. “but that gave us more time to spend together.”

“that’s sweet,” seokmin says, soaking up what he mistakes to be love. “what do you love most about each other?”

there’s a thoughtful silence. you try to think of something, anything, but minghao beats you to it.

he holds your hand on the table, and the sight makes seokmin titter. “[y/n]’s always so determined. she’s careless, and uncouth, and – ow – busy, but when she’s passionate, it’s really admirable.”

you feel your hand start to sweat under his, but neither of you pull away.

looking into minghao’s relaxed, genuine face, you take a deep breath. “minghao’s… he’s always managed to rile me up, i guess.”

minghao laughs. “that all? man, all i do for you, and not a compliment.”

“i’m sorry i love you,” you say in a rush.

it’s pointed, sarcastic and equipped with an eyeroll, but your face starts to heat up.

minghao doesn’t look away. “that’s not my fault.”

“seokminnie loved you!” jeonghan exclaims, sliding towards your desk.

minghao doesn’t look up from his – the both of you’ve been avoiding each other since that lunch.

you fix your gaze on jeonghan’s lovely face. “what do you mean?”

“another date?” jeonghan tugs on your hands. “this thursday.”

minghao is still staring into his computer. “can’t make it.”

you try not to wilt too visibly as you nod. “yeah, we’ve got a stakeout.”

you’re kind of glad that captain choi hasn’t assigned another undercover operation for the both of you. you don’t think you can handle pretending to be minghao’s lover for a second longer. since the last date, your dynamics have been shifting – slow, but certainly – into something strange.

jeonghan frowns, but retreats back to his desk. you heave a sigh of relief, and turn back to your paperwork. minghao’s eyes meet yours. for a split second, you wonder if he’s got something to say. but just as soon as that sentiment pops into your head, he looks back down and you bite back a question. after all, it’s been so long since you’ve had some peace around.

now, you’re able to walk into cabinets or mistakenly staple different documents together without a snide remark. even your frequent bathroom breaks are without crude comments.

(that doesn’t make it any less unsatisfying.)

stakeout is boring.

it’s work, and you know you shouldn’t expect anything fun to come out of work, but still. there’s usually some weird banter or unsolicited advice on how to improve your personality.

the silence is a bit unsettling.

“okay, so,” you say, fingers tapping against your elbow. “so… nice weather tonight, huh.”

minghao grunts in the seat next to yours. what, did that awkward remark about the weather not even deserve a response? you’re a little miffed.

“look, was it something i did?” you ask, glancing out of your window.

minghao doesn’t respond immediately. “…no.”

you don’t really want to look at him, but everything’s suddenly so jumpy and uneasy and heck, you might as well just go for it.

so you turn to face him. “then?”

he shrugs. “nothing.”

“look, this is not ‘nothing’.”

“then what is this?”

“i don’t know! you’re ignoring me, and it’s weird, and-”

“-you always tell me to shut up-”

“-yeah but i can’t do that if you’re already shutted up-”

“‘shutted up’,” he snorts. “what are we, five?”

“then tell me why everything’s been so weird since-” your arms fumble awkwardly around for a gesture. “-since whenever!”

“it’s because,” he starts to say, but deflates quickly. “nothing.”

you’re on the edge of your seat now. “spit it out.”

“just leave it, [y/n],” he says. “look, you want me to go back to insulting you, i can do that.”

“why do you hate me so much?” you ask, and your voice breaks embarrassingly.

he snaps up, eyes wide. “hate you?”

“don’t act innocent,” you scoff. “you’ve been hating me since day one.”

“i don’t hate you.”

“then why are you so mean all the time, and why are you ignoring me now?”

minghao presses his lips in a thin line. “oh god.”

“oh god,” you echo, spiteful and ashamed and ready to lash out. “oh god, now you’re going to-”

“you were the one who called me a desk-job weasel on our first day at work after you closed a case,” he says. “i just assumed we were competitive. that our… friendship, whatever, was built like that.”

you shut your mouth. that much was true – you never were good at controlling your excitement.

“and now it’s just confusing, okay, because,” minghao sighs, “because i want to tell you nice things but we don’t do that.”

you pause, taking it in. “why do you want to tell me nice things?”

minghao’s grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly. “because i mean them.”

“what do you mean?”

a beat. you’re sure he’s going to turn on the radio to drown out this awkward conversation, or suddenly pull a camera out of nowhere to record your stunned look.

“you’re pretty,” he says. “and you’re careless, stubborn, immature, but you’re passionate. and i like those things about you.”

“so…” seokmin’s struggling to wrap his mind around this. “you’ve been undercover the whole time?”

you and minghao exchange a look. “kind of.”

“you were pretending to be a couple then?” seokmin asks.

jeonghan hastily interjects, “but it was undercover, and it was then. now they’re a real couple!”

seokmin narrows his eyes and leans into jeonghan’s space. “are you lying again?”

“no!” jeonghan puts his hands up. “aren’t we on a date?”

the statement makes seokmin flush – he’s still unused to the idea of being courted by the precinct’s hottest officer. he gives jeonghan an embarrassed, happy look, and starts stirring his own hot chocolate. ah, young love.

your own hot chocolate is almost finished, though. “hey, hao.”

“mm?”

“get me a refill?” you say, pushing the cup into his hands. “please? love you.”

he shakes his head. “that’s not my fault.”

#seventeen #seventeen ff #minghao x reader #minghao fanfic #minghao #the8 #minghao imagines #minghao scenarios #police au #detective au #enemies to lovers #im sorry ive been binging brooklyn nine nine #its a great show #alSO ANON I HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN IM SORRY #request

[athike2015]

3 Aug 2015

Welcome to my reliving of my 2015 AT hike.  I have decided to share my trip as a day by day memory.  Each day I will share my personal journal (what I captured while hiking the trail), my comments (thoughts about the journal/trail from present day), and pictures from the day of the hike.

Mile hiked (day / trip) - 20.2 / 400.3

Staying - Clarence Fahnestock SP

Journal

Got dropped off on the trail by the owner - who gave me directions on where the trail would go.  Such a nice family.

Ate breakfast at the place the owner suggested (0.1 AT E of hotel).  Good food.  Nice to have “real” coffee.

Hiked ~19.6 miles and pulled a dumbass moment.  I followed a trail AT East for ~0.5 miles looking for the state park.  Poor choice, it made me about 10 minutes late to be able to bet a burger and fries at the park grill.  Dumbass is as Dumbass does.  Oh well, still got two gatorades.

I think I’m starting to live off Gatorade when I can get it.  It’s been so hot (today was supposed to get to the 90s) that I am sweating so much.  Today at lunch, I crushed Pringles - I think b/c I was craving salt.

Now for a tale of when I stayed in Wawayanda (31 July).  Change text to italic.

Got into Wawayanda and the bugs were biting.  No-one in the shelter @ 7:30pm.  Decided to shelter tent (pitch tent in shelter).  Makes for easy clean up the following morning and blocks the bugs.  My version of a win-win.  A couple of hikers stop by and mention the tent and it’s a good bug blocker.

I go to sleep (at least I try - my feet were hurting and it was difficult to fall asleep) @ 9pm - asleep with the sun, up with the sun.  At midnight (I checked) a group of hikers roll in making a ton of noise.  Then begin bitching about the tent in the shelter - “who does that” - “it won’t protect against bears” - “stupid section hikers” - “even section hikers don’t do that”

I almost got up and tore down the tent, but decided I didn’t want to - I was OK w/ being a jerk.

A girl said something about setting up a tent and try to be quiet (only one to mention quiet).  The noise continued for 20 minutes.

In the morning, there was one guy in the shelter.  I left before he woke up.

 - Decided I won’t set up a tent in the shelter (it is kind of a jerk move by using a lot of space).

 - If I ever meet the late hikers, I’ll mention etiquette and let it go.

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In the Awol guide everything is listed as East or West of the AT.  This designation is irrelevant to compass direction.  The Awol guide assumes the trail goes north and south.  If you are hiking from Georgia to Maine, you will hike north the whole time (not true according to compass direction).  Therefore, east of the AT is always left when hiking north.  In Awol, towns, food, etc are designated as 1.1E (meaning 1.1 miles East of the AT).

Clarence Fahnestock SP provided free tent site to AT hikers.  Thanks New York.  I used the free site, took a shower, and cooked a fine meal of Mac and Cheese w/cheese sauce (not the powder).  I purchased the Mac and Cheese at the camp store.  That meal hooked me on Mac and Cheese w/the sauce packet.  It become my typical 1st night after a resupply meal.  So heavy and so good.

Using a tent in a shelter is not approved.  I shouldn’t have set up in a shelter.  I should have tent camped a hundred feet from the shelter.  Being loud at midnight is not cool.  Both sides of the tent camping had issues.  If I met the late night hikers, I didn’t realize it.  To the late night hikers - I’m sorry.

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[lalka-laski]

Do you add extra letters to words sometimes? (ex. haaaa) I did as a teenager. Though I have no clue what the point of that ever was?

Do you like the letter Z or Q better? I’m gonna go with Z because it’s in my name. Yes, that’s my logic and I’m sticking to it! Who would you like to be stuck on an island with? Whoever I know who could assist me in getting OFF the island. Perhaps my friend Tim who’s in the Navy? What’s your favorite quote? I love far too many poems, songs & book passages to ever choose one single favorite quote  Name one random fact about your best friend. Again, I have too many best friends to pick just one!

Do you like vegetables or fruit better? I eat veggies far more regularly, but fruit is great too!  What brand of shoes do you wear? Most of my shoes are Keds or just cheapo flip-flops  What’s your favorite smiley face? My favorite smiley emoji is the one that’s somewhat blushing and holding its hands up for a hug  Do you believe that if someone goes to bed thinking of u, u dream of them? That’s cute but if that were the case, I’d show up in a LOT of bizarre people’s dreams.  Have you ever snitched on someone for cheating? I don’t think so. I’ve been in the position where I really wanted to break the news but I decided not to. Do you own a Snuggie? I did in high school  What’s your favorite number? 7 Which of the 7 dwarves are you most like from Snow White? Sleepy, for sure. Although I share a lot in common with Sneezy these days too... 

What’s your favorite month? Oh, tough! I love October-December, but I also love July because of all the birthdays in my family (including my own). And I like March a lot too for some reason. 

Do you like the smell of campfires? Love it! If you could do one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? Raise a family while I write for a living Is there a song out right now that you can’t stand? I don’t listen to the radio but I can only imagine what kind of... gems are out there right now.  If you could stay one age forever, what age would you pick? I think I’d get bored and restless if I didn’t age What’s your favorite state? Despite the cost of living, I have a lot of love for New York & I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.  Have you ever went in public with your tag still on your clothes? I’m sure I have at some point 

Would you say your loud or shy? I’m definitely more on the quiet side. I don’t feel the need to talk just for the sake of talking. 

What’s your favorite symbol on the computer? Uhhh what? Are you afraid of clowns? Not necessarily but I don’t LIKE them, either.  Do you wear glasses? Mhm  Ever rode on a horse? Just once as a kid  Do you have trouble saying or spelling some words? I’m an avid reader so most of my vocabulary has been learned from books. This means that I haven’t heard a lot of words out loud & thus mispronounce them when I go to say them Have you ever thought something was just to good to be true? Often Do you like potatoes? I’m Irish & Polish, it’d be illegal not to 

Are you random? I’d say I’m more predictable than anything. I can  be impulsive, but even my impulses follow a pattern. Do you believe that aliens are real? In some form, yes.  Do you sleep with the TV on? Not intentionally but sometimes it just happens What’s the longest you’ve slept in? 5 pm? Have you ever seen a hairy toe? LOL yes? What’s the last thing you watched on TV? Catfish last night before bed  Do you have a song stuck in your head? WAP, actually.  Who do you talk to the most? Glenn and Kathleen When’s the last time you were sick? A couple weeks ago, although I still have some lingering symptoms 

Which is your favorite: Music, Dogs, Shoes, Books, Jonas Brother? Music: Alternative, rock, pop rock usually Dogs: None Shoes: Also none. But I guess flip fops Books: Domestic, “slice of life” fiction Jonas Brother: Joe? What color is your hair brush? Pink, of course Do you enjoy arcades? Not really. Even as a kid they weren’t my scene Have you ever liked 2 people at once? Yes Have you taken a nap today? Nope, it’s only 8 am. 

Would you ever want to be in a horror movie? As an actress? Yeah that could be fun  Have you ever been to Washington D.C? Yeah for a school trip in 8th grade. It was interesting although I was definitely too young to absorb and appreciate most of it Do you hate when girls have guyish names and boys have girly names? Nah, I love gender neutral names!  Have you lost or gained any weight since February? Lost almost 45 lbs, baby!!  Have you ever had to use a pay phone? Years ago Have you listened to music today? The office Pandora station is playing right now, but it’s hardly audible from the room I’m in.  Do you only drink bottled water? I don’t like water enough to justify spending money on it, so the only kind I drink is tap.  I bet someone is on your mind right now, right? I mean, now I’ve PUT someone there Do you like writing in pen or pencil better? Pen. I DESPISE pencils.  What’s the last magazine you bought? It’s been so long I can’t remember. Which is sad because I used to be a magazine FIEND.  Has anyone in your family ever forgot your birthday? I don’t think so  Was it any of your friends birthday in the past week? Nope  Is anyone else in the same room as you? Also nope Are you one of the popular people in your grade? I’m 28 years old, my friend 

What word best describes you in the dictonary? Anxious  Do you like Soy Milk? Bleh, no.  Where were you at 10:30am yesterday? I was here at work, reveling in my misery. And I have another 10 (now 8) hours of that to go! WOOHOO! Do you think ghosts are real? Mhm  Do you know anyone who has been attacked by a shark? Nope  What is your best friend’s mom name? I have several best friends  Have you ever made out in a movie theatre? Yep  What part of your body do you wash first? In the shower? My face or my hair, it can vary.  Do you have an innie or an outie? Innie. How do you think the dinosaurs died? An asteroid. That’s not really disputable is it?  What’s your favorite flavor of Pringles? None. Pringles are a disgrace to chips!  What was the last thing you got grounded for? As I said a few questions ago, I’m 28.  Did you go to a water park last summer? Sadly no!

What shoe do you put on first? Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure the right.  Finish the sentence: Girls.. chase boys chase girls

Have you ever had a song or poem written about you? Yes, that’s the ultimate expression of love to me.  Did you have a nickname growing up? Little Bit/ Libit, Lala, Enebis  When was the last time you played the air guitar? Ha, I’m not sure  Have you ever been dared to do something that you regretted? I hardly ever chose dares whenever I played that game  Favorite website? Twitter  Worst thing that has ever happened to you? .....  Best thing that has happened to you? Graduating college, getting my own apartment, meeting Glenn & getting engaged to him  Do you have a wii? I did at some point. I think my sister has it now?  Most used phrase on IM? Probably lol or lmao, I’m sure  Have you ever heard of The Beatles? Nope never  Have you ever wanted to give money to a charity? I try to frequently. I don’t have a lot of excess income but I can pitch in here and there. 

Would you ever want to have 14 kids? UH. NO.  Are you wearing any bracelets right now? Nope  Do you have any jewelry that once belonged to an old family member? Hmm.. I actually don’t think so Do you dream every night? Always  Give me on of your goals To get another paid writing gig  Do you like skinny jeans? It’s all I wear  Do you ever say stuff that you don’t mean? Hardly, I’m not afraid to be open and vulnerable  Have you ever said “I love you” and not meant it? I would never do that What is your dream guy/girl? Glenn Do you hate when people overract? Yes, although I don’t really have room to talk..  When was the last time you used the oven? A week ago maybe? Have you ever wanted to be free like a bird? I mean, sure?  Are you a worrier? It’s my greatest skill  Does your house have an attic? I live in an apartment  Are you going fishing this weekend? The answer to that question will never be yes 

[theartofwriting-imagines]

Memories PT.2 - Liam Hemsworth

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Words: 1009 Estimated Reading time: 5-6 minutes Pairing: Reader x Liam Hemsworth Warnings: Cheesy, Fluff A/N: Here it finally is, too bad it’s too short and too cheesy x-x TBH, didn’t really know where I was going with this *sigh*, well anyways, Hope you guys at least like it a little bit :D

‘’Y/n?’’

The familiar voice nearly threw you off the chair as you were pulled from your thoughts. A looming shadow towered over you and you looked up, eyes widening in shock as an almost heavy cloud of tension started to suffocate the individuals in the small space.

‘’ Liam!’’ You exclaimed, beaming at the man that was smiling brightly at you.

You launched for a hug and he didn’t even hesitate to return it.

The hug lasted a few seconds before you forced yourself to pull apart, but only to get a clearer look on his face that you had missed for ages. His eyes were the first thing you looked at, not missing the new shine that they had gotten throughout the years or the adoration that shone through them. Next were his chin and lips. So sharp and so smooth, probably soft too.

You shook your head, bringing your mind out of the gutter to pay attention to what he was saying, knowing that this is neither the place or time to think such ridiculous things.

‘’ It has been a long time.’’ He exclaimed, smiling brightly as his hands moved to your cheeks, tipping your head in different directions to get a clear view of all the new features you had gathered since last time.

‘’ It sure has.’’  You smiled, not even faking the happiness that radiated from you, not even as his hands left your face. ‘’ How have you been? Oh my god, you must have the time of your life since I last saw you! Tell me! Did you meet some awesome people?’’

Liam chuckled, his heart warming at the nostalgic feeling you gave him. You haven’t changed a bit. ‘’ I’m just great, at least now that I’m home again. It has been such a long time and even I get a bit tired of having camera flashing in my face every few seconds. It’s like breathing fresh air.’’

‘’I bet.’’ You giggled, not failing to notice that your hands were itching to touch his. You fisted them, feeling an anxious wave of dread wash over you. Even after all these years, he could still make you want to throw up in anxiety. He just made you so nervous and it made you even more anxious that despite the two of you falling right back into what you had,  he would still leave just as fast has he came.

‘’ So how are you?’’ Liam asked, grabbing your hand to take a look at it. ‘’ No ring?’’

You shook your head, chuckling. ‘’ No, no ring. Just as single as a pringle as you are.’’ You frowned. ‘’ Or at least I think you are. Has been some time you were in the gossip paper.’’

He gasped, placing a hand on his chest, faking a shocked expression. ‘’ You read the gossip papers. Oh my, I never pegged you for one to believe in such trash. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore!’’

You slapped him on his arm, making him fall into laughter. Rolling your eyes, you smiled. ‘’ Har-Har, laugh at me as much as you want. I just find it amusing how stupid they can be, the ones writing the paper that is. Not the celebrities in it. Of course, with an exception of you.’’

He blinked. ‘’ Did you just call me stupid?’’

‘’ Buddy, if you were stupid, do you really think we would be friends?’’ You asked, crossing your arms before smirking. ‘’ I’m stupid enough for the both of us. I was just teasing with you.’’

Liam chuckled, shaking his head. ‘’ Same ol’ Y/n.’’

‘’But for reals, the only reason why I have been reading the gossip papers is to know what you are up to. I’m a stalker like that.’’ You nonchalantly shrugged. ‘’ But enough of that. How long are you staying?’’

Liam glanced down and then at you. ‘’ How long will you have me?’’

Your mind went blank. Wait, what?

‘’ Wait, what?’’ You choked out, not even paying attention that you expressed out loud what you were thinking.

‘’ I really have missed you, y’know.’’ He scratched his neck. ‘’ I really don’t like how I ended things and I was stupid. I just needed to give a chance to my career, and with my brothers and all, things just got messy and you got caught in the middle of it. I know you have been reading the gossip papers, and I won’t lie and say that I didn’t try to move on, because I did.’’

Your mind were going rather slow, you realized, since the only thing it had processed so far were that he wanted to give the two of you another chance. The rest had just gone in and out. You clearly had also forgotten how blunt he used to be. He never used to beat around the bush when it came to something serious. If he had an opinion, he would state it.

‘’ After all this time, how can you know that I still want you?’’ You whispered, looking down at the floor before up at him, and only know did you realize that it had gotten silent in the room next door. Your fingers began to fidget and your knees were shaking.

Glancing at the door, you weren’t shocked to find your friends peeking out from the door, but what surprised you were that Liam neither seemed embarrassed by it, nor did he care. He was looking at you, and only you, and somehow that made a glimmer of courage spark within you.

You swallowed, feeling anxious and a small glimmer of happiness now that his words were settling in.

‘’Okay.’’ You replied, looking up at him with a small smile, making his face blank in both surprise and realization that you were accepting his offer. You were letting him in again. Words failed him completely and he could only blink as you continued: ‘’ Let’s start like this, you take me on a movie date and we see where it takes us.’’

He could only nod and reply as a dumbfounded smile spread out on his lips. ‘’ Okay.’’

You could hear your friends whisper behind you, but decided to ignore it, just for a few seconds more. A smile appeared on your lips and your stomach fluttered.

You don’t know what the future has in store for either of you and even if this whole relationship thing wouldn’t turn into anything, but atleast you got to know that you got a second chance.

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Secrets - SoA: Chapter 4

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 4: Normal day at the office Warnings: language, teasing A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, so SPOILERS Word Count:   2300 Tags: @telford-ortiz-teller  @sam-samcro  @tstieff  @yourcroweater  @kacilove26  @hiddlelove

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     The ride to TM was short and quiet. You could feel a noticeable change in Chibs. You supposed it had to do with appearing professional and not like he’d spent the night with you in his bed. He pulled up to the office door to let you off and he went to his usual spot to park. It looked like you were the first ones to arrive. There were no other bikes in the lot and you were fairly certain that the MC were the only ones that worked at TM. You stood by the office door as you waited for Chibs to come over.      “Dah’lin, are you going to need help with anything? I can get the prospects in to help,” he offered as he unlocked the door.      He let you step inside after he glanced around the office interior. The boxes seemed less daunting than you’d remembered. “It depends on how well it’s all organized. If it’s all neat and tidy, you won’t even need me to go through it. If it’s a mess, I’m gonna need at least one person.”      You opened one of the boxes marked “Inventory” and scanned the contents. There were some files that were in disarray, but not too bad. You checked the other boxes and that was when you’d made your decision.      “One helper ought to do. This isn’t bad. It’s not a big mess, but it could be better. Do you have a way to scan these in to the computer? It would be better to have this all digital. Paper files are difficult to organize,” you asked.      Chibs’ blank stare gave you all the answer you needed. Maybe you would need two people after all…      “Okay. I’ll get started. I’ll figure it out,” you assured him.      He looked relived for a moment and was going to start opening the shop, but you stopped him before he stepped out.      “Hey, Chibs,” you called. He turned slightly and looked over his shoulder at you, “What do you want from me?”      He let go of the handle and turned to you. “Wha’ do ya mean, lass?”      Jesus, you felt like a school girl with a crush standing in front of him like that.      “I mean the hot and cold from you. I may not understand what being “Bud’s daughter” fully means, but I’m a grown-ass woman with a mind of her own. I don’t have any hang-ups about you, could you just get over yours or let me be?” you asked.      He didn’t want to let her be, but she was right. He did have shit to deal with. Buddy’s girl had no idea what she was stepping into. It wasn’t fair to keep it from her, but he didn’t know how to tell her. If he could just get through her being there, she would be on her way and he wouldn’t have to tell her. Starting something up with (Y|N), no matter how much he wanted to, was not the best idea in the world. If Marcus found out who she was, he wasn’t sure if he had the manpower to protect her. Marcus could hold a grudge and he needed to find him and talk to him.      “I’ll talk wi’ ye about it later, love. First, I need to find someone,” he pleaded and went to look for Tig.      When he stepped out of the office, Tig had just rolled up. He strode over to where the bikes were parked to talk to him.      “Mornin’ Pres,” Tig greeted him.      “Tig, I need you to stay here with (Y|N) today, watch over her, help her with whatever she needs, alright?” it was more of an order than a question.      “Sure, Boss, where are you going to be?” he was curious.      He sighed heavily, “I need to find Marcus.”      Tig didn’t get off his bike, “Marcus? What the hell do you need to talk to him about?”      “Bud and Marcus had history, I want to make sure it doesn’t come back on her,” he explained.      Tig nodded in understanding, “You sure you want me to stay here?”      “Aye, I’m sure,” he said warily. “Maybe get Chuckie over here to help her. Just make sure (Y|N) isn’t alone.”

     You watched from the door as Chibs rolled away without a look back. You’d seen people act like that before. Tig was walking toward you as he talked on the phone. Your gaze didn’t leave Chibs until you couldn’t see him anymore, by then, Tig was done with his phone call.      “Tell me he isn’t going to do something stupid,” you said not looking at Tig.      “Oh, no. Chibs won’t, Happy will, but Chibs won’t,” Tig responded.      “That doesn’t make me feel better, Tig,” you looked at him now.      Tig put his hand on your shoulder to turn you back inside the office. “What are we doing today, sweetheart?”      You chuckled, “A shitload of paperwork. You good at filing?” The deer-in-headlights look told you all you needed to know. “It’s okay, Tig, I can manage. Will Chibs be back sooner or later?”      “No, no, honey, I’m here to help. Show me what you need me to do,” he said.      Tig was surprisingly good help and was willing to take orders from you and that, to you, said a lot about him. He stopped every once in a while to comment on the names on the paperwork and would make up little stories.      “Look at this one. Jacob Pringle. What the fuck. I bet he was one of those guys that went to church every Sunday and did freaky shit in bed as soon as he got home,” he’d said about one.      “He probably has a ball gag and likes to be dominated,” you offered.      “YAASSSSS! I knew there was something I liked about you!”      You just chuckled and continued getting the box you were in back to alphabetical.

     As it got closer to lunch time, you were starting to get antsy. Chibs wasn’t back yet and you hadn’t heard from him. You tried not to worry, but you did anyway. He’d been gone since you got to the shop and it was getting close to 12:30.      You put your file back in the box and went to the door to stretch. The big building at the end of the property had caught your interest for the moment.      “Tig, what happened to that building?” you asked.      He looked up to see what you were looking at. “Oh, had a fire a few years ago. We’ve been trying to clean it out, but it’s slow.”      “Gonna rebuild? What about insurance?” you were curious.      Tig changed the subject. “I’m gonna give Chuckie a call. He knows this system better.”      Tig pulled out his phone and made the call. Twenty minutes later, Chuckie came rolling up on a Vespa and it was all you could do not to giggle at the sight.      “How the hell did you guys pick up Chuckie?” you asked.      “We pick up strays,” he grinned, implying you were a stray, too. “He needed a place to fit in. Happened to be here.”      Tig went into the garage to do the work he was supposed to be doing that day and Chuckie settled in. Being a former accountant, he explained everything to you in words that you understood rather than, “this thing goes with that thing and the other one is what goes here.” Chuckie had been working the majority of his days at Scoops so he didn’t have much time to help out at TM as he would have liked. He apologized to you more than once that you were having to clean up the paperwork. By the end of the day, you and Chuckie had gotten through three, very stuffed boxes and were getting ready to call it a day when Chibs finally came back. You grabbed your purse and met Chibs at the door.

     His visit with Marcus wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. Thankfully, Marcus had been aware of Bud coming back when the club needed him and hadn’t sought retaliation. Relations between SAMCRO and the Mayans had been good over the last few years and neither Marcus nor Chibs was looking to ruin that. Diosa was doing well and both parties were pleased with the relationship. Though Robert was his brother, Marcus had long since put the mystery to rest, especially when he found out why Robert had ‘disappeared.’ It was Marcus who had told Chibs what happened all those years ago.      “There will be no retaliation from me or my club. I’d rather it not got around…what he did. Robert got what he deserved.” He thought a moment, “Tell me, homes, is she like her pops or her crazy moms?” Marcus had encountered Debbie Teller only once and it had been memorable, to say the least.      Chibs was sitting on his bike getting ready to leave. He thought a moment, “She’s quiet like her da and mostly like him, but watch out for Debbie. The lass has a mind all her own, though. Hard to pin down.”      Marcus grinned at his business partner. “She gonna be at the party? I think I’d like to meet her.” The look on Chibs’ face made him quickly add, “Just for social reasons!”      “Aye, I expect she’ll be there,” Chibs conceded, not entirely sure he could deliver, not entirely sure he wanted to. He started his motorcycle and made the long ride back to Charming. The story Marcus had told him was still fresh in his mind as he pulled into the lot at TM.

     You know that feeling you get, the one where your stomach jitters when you see your crush? The one where your heart races, your skin flushes and you want to just stare at them? Chibs was sitting on his bike, taking off his gloves. You couldn’t tell if he was watching you the way you were watching him. His helmet was next, his hair being pulled up with the helmet until the helmet lost its hold and his silvery hair fell about his face. His body shifted to the left and he rose on his foot and swung his long leg over the back of the bike. You watched him still as he took a moment to stretch before bending over to put his helmet in the hard saddlebag. My God, he’s actually got an ass. Unlike most guys.      He stood back up straight and made his way to where you stood.      “E’rything go okay?” he asked, trying to sound casual.      You squinted up at him, not just because the sun was shining in your eyes. He was hiding something.      “Yeah, Chuckie is a trip, exhausting, but a trip,” you said.      Just as the words came out of your mouth, Chuckie passed by you, “I accept that. See you tomorrow?”      A half-smile touched your face and you nodded your head a little, watching Chuckie leave.      “Did the chain get put back on your bike?” Chibs wanted to know.      Since Tig had left, around lunch time, you hadn’t seen him. “I don’t know, actually. He said he had work to do.” Chibs was going to walk into the garage, but you stopped him, reaching up to take off his sunglasses. “Filip,” his given name sounded foreign coming out of your mouth, “where were you all day?” You held his folded sunglasses between your index and middle fingers, waiting for a response. He didn’t want to tell you, you could see that easily, but you’d made a pact with him, no lies, no matter what.      “I went to see the president of another club,” he was doing his best to be honest.      “What about?” you were wary now.      He put his hand on the door jamb above your head and leaned in so close, you could feel his breath on your face.      “You.”      His mouth was teasingly close. All of this tension between the two of you was making you insane. You couldn’t look in his eyes, not when his lips were so close, daring you to close the distance. He raised his hand to your jaw, his finger tracing the line back to your ear then down the groove in your neck before his hand slid to the back of your neck, pushing your hair out of the way. He gently pulled you to him, your mouth meeting his. His hand on the door jamb dropped to pull you in tightly to his body, his other hand still on the back of your neck. You put one arm around his waist the other on his chest. His tongue grazed your lip and you answered by parting you lips. His tongue danced slowly, languidly, with yours.      When he finally broke away from you, leaving you breathless and in shock, he didn’t say a word, he just took his sunglasses out of your hand, put them on then took your hand, pulling you along with him. He pulled you over to his bike and pointed at the seat. You took your helmet out of the saddlebag and got on the bike after Chibs. Still in a daze and anticipating what was going to happen at Chibs’ apartment, you didn’t notice half the garage was staring at you as you rode off the property.

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