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satinsatan420 · 2 years

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Down the Drain.

TW: Fem!MC, MC!Melissa (Personal MC), Replaced!AU, blood, violence, cussing, pet names (Let me know if I missed anything please!)

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This is my first time actually posting a fic that I wrote. Not very good, but please let me know if I missed any TW's or anything! I hope you guys enjoy!

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It hasn’t been the same since the new exchange student came around. Diavolo decided that the exchange program was going so well that they should add more students. Sure, at first I was excited. There was going to be another human here with me. (Of course, Solomon doesn’t count…) Everything was great for a while. Ellie & I got along pretty well. But 4 months after she arrived, everything started to change.

“Hey, Asmo! Do you wanna-”

“Sorry, Melissa! Can’t talk right now. I gotta go help Ellie get ready for Diavolo’s party! See ya later!” Asmo cut me off. He didn’t even look at me, he just kept walking away. It’s been more common lately for Asmo to be dolling Ellie up. He never wanted to have our spa days, always saying he already had plans.

“Hey Beel, do you wanna go get some food before the party?” I smiled at him.

“No, Ellie made me a bunch of sweets to hold me over.” He replied while stuffing his mouth with some muffins. “Oh. Okay. See ya around then.” I walked out of the kitchen. Even Beel doesn’t want to spend time with me anymore. Apparently Ellie was a really good baker, and she was constantly making things for Beel.

As I was walking down the hallway with my head down, I accidentally ran into Satan. “You need to watch where you’re going, Melissa.” Satan said in a sour tone. “I-I’m sorry, Satan.. I’ve just had a bad day.” I looked up at him, and he scoffed and walked away.

I saw Lucifer coming out of his study, so I decided to see if maybe Lucifer would help me pick out something to wear to the party. “Lucifer! Do you have a minute?” I asked. I quickly walked up to him. “No. I do not, Melissa.” He replied. I looked him in the eyes with a pleading look on my face. “A-are you sure? It will only be a min-” “I said no. Go find someone else to bother. I’m busy.” I felt tears starting in my eyes.

It hurt. None of the brothers wanted to spend any time with me. ‘I know Mammon will wanna hang out!’ I thought to myself. And boy, was I wrong.

“Ya can’t just come bargin’ into my room like that! Who do ya think ya are, huh?!” Mammon yelled. We were always so close, and I knew that Mammon was in love with me. All I did was walk into his room, and he started yelling at me. I froze in shock. Why me? When I looked around his room, I realized why he was yelling at me. The picture frames on his wall that once had pictures of us and some fun times together, were replaced by pictures of Mammon & Ellie, taken outside of RAD.

Out of every one of the brothers, I thought that Mammon would always care about me. But I was wrong. I felt so small and weak. I was tired of trying to stay strong and pretend this was just some phase since there’s a new person around. I looked at Mammon, and he just rolled his eyes.

“What’dya want, human? There’s nothing here for ya, scat!” He said as he shooed me with his hands. I tried so hard to hold back my tears. I turned around and ran for my room. I laid on my bed for what seemed like days. I cried until I exhausted myself and fell asleep.

I woke up to hear my DDD going off. When I picked it up, I realized it was 10pm. Diavolo’s party started at 5pm. I overslept! But…. None of the brothers woke me up? Did they just not care if I was there? Looking at my notifications, I see a message from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Melissa, you are very much missed tonight. I do hope you start feeling better soon. Please, do not hesitate to let me know if there is anything myself or Barbatos can do to help you feel better.

I was confused. Feel better? I’m not sick or anything, so what did he mean?

Melissa: Hello, Lord Diavolo! I’m so sorry, but I am a little confused. What do you mean by feel better?

Diavolo: The brothers said that you had fallen ill, and that is why you did not show up for the party. Have you fallen ill?

My heart dropped. They told him I was sick? So they couldn’t be bothered to wake me up? I felt the now familiar pain in my heart. I knew now that everything I was scared of, everything that I had expressed to them with them replying ‘There’s nothing to worry about, Melissa. We all love and care for you very deeply. No one could ever replace you’ bullshit, was true. I was being replaced by a preppy show off bitch.

Melissa: No, my Lord… I fell asleep… I guess none of the brothers wanted to wake me. I apologize for being absent.

I laid my DDD on my nightstand, and changed out of my RAD uniform into a long, comfy shirt and some socks. I went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. Since no one was home, I figured it would be okay to go into the kitchen with my pj’s on. I made some Hell Fire noodles, and tried to quickly eat them before everyone got home. As I finished the last bite, I heard the front door open.

“MELISSA!!!” Lucifer yelled, he sounded livid. I flinched, and tried to sneak my way back into my room and pretend to be asleep. As I was creeping down the hallway, just inches away from my door, someone grabbed me from behind.

“Do you really think you could sneak away? Ha. Pathetic human.” Lucifer’s words were laced with hate. “W-what? No!” I replied. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, then started walking towards the living room. “Lucifer! Put me down! Where are you taking me?!” I screamed. I tried to fight. I tried throwing myself around to get him to drop me, but his grip just got tighter. “Keep fighting, Melissa. It’s only going to make this worse.” I immediately stopped.

‘This is it. He’s going to kill me.’ I thought to myself. Lucifer dropped me, and I hit my head pretty hard on the side of the coffee table. Everything was really blurry and my ears were ringing for a few moments. But as everything came back, I saw the brothers standing around the room and… laughing? I reach up to my forehead to find blood staining my hand. I looked up at Lucifer, who was now in his demon form and said “Lucifer… what has gotten into you?” He looked furious.

He practically spit in my face. “How dare you try to make me look bad in front of Lord Diavolo!” He spat. I curled myself into a ball on the floor and started crying. “I didn’t do anything, Lucifer!” I cried. He just laughed at me. All of them did. “Bullshit, human! Diavolo told us what you said! Ya told him we were liars and didn’t want nothing to do with ya!” Mammon yelled from the other side of the room. Sitting next to him was Ellie. She just smiled at me the whole time. I felt defeated. I knew this is where I come to an end.

“I never said that! All I said was that I wasn’t sick! I swear!” I yelled. I tried getting up to go get my DDD to prove it to them, but Lucifer knocked me back down. “Did I say you could get up, human?” I shook my head. I sat there, as each brother took their turn degrading me. Telling me how useless I am, how I could never accomplish anything, etc, etc. But what hurt the worst, was them telling me “Ellie is so much better than you. You could never be like her!” I sat there and listened to every hateful word they had to say.

Once everyone was done, I stood up and brushed my legs off. “Is everybody done?” I got hateful stares in return. “Okay, good. I’m glad you all got that out of the way. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be packing my things.” As I started walking towards my room, Satan grabbed my wrist. “Who said you could leave, Melissa?” He laughed. I tried pulling away, but it just made him angry. “Satan, let go of me dammit! What the fuck is wrong with-” Just like that, he slapped me and threw me across the room. My back hit the wall and I heard a nasty crack.

“Satan, what the hell dude! You weren’t supposed to actually hurt her!” Beel said. Satan laughed, he sounded so sinister. “What, brother? Do you really think anyone actually cares about this low life human?” He spat. I could feel the tears rolling down my face. Satan walked up, grabbed my cheeks and started squeezing. He pulled my face right up to his and he whispered “You have never meant anything to us. Did you really think we’d want to be around a stupid human like you? Now that Diavolo has brought a new and better exchange student, not even Diavolo will care what happens to you.” He let go of my face, then kicked me in the stomach. I started coughing up blood, but no help from anyone. Soon, everything started to go black.

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A/N: I'm working on part 2. Please let me know what you think!

Love you <3

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wishingyouback · 3 years

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are you home?

[08:10pm] in which you and minho get into an argument but all he wants to do is be with you, by your side and you feel the exact same way.

warnings: none, mentions of minho being angry.

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"what happened to you?"

minho didn't bother answering his best friend, moving straight from the front door to his room, through the main living area where both chan and jisung stared at him in confusion. the two didn't register what could've possibly happened for him to come home so abruptly, in a mood that they could only tell was sour, until hyunjin walked in after him, except much calmer.

when he sees them staring at him, he gives them a look as if to say they wouldn't believe the day he had as he drops his entire body onto the sofa, carefully placing his cup of coffee on the coffee table too.

"what happened?" chan asks this time, sitting on the other couch as the three fall into a conversation.

hyunjin sighs, recalling the day bit by bit until he gets to why minho is in a mood.

"he fought with y/n," hyunjin says. "well-- i don't really think fight is the right word. it's more like, they had a disagreement and it didn't end well."

"they fought?" chan furrowed his eyebrows. arguments in relationships, any kind, were normal -- healthy even and chan knew that. but the reason he was so perplexed was because even if the two of you had your bad moments, minho wouldn’t usually come home looking as ticked off as he did.

"how'd you know that?" han questions, turning his attention away from his laptop to his friend laying next to him.

"i was there," hyunjin runs a hand over his face. "oh my god i was there. i was caught up in the middle of it and by the time i wanted to excuse myself minho said it was time to go."

"damn," chan whistles. "it was that bad?"

"you have no idea." hyunjin groans. "but he called her a cab before we left. i don't think she knew."

"of course he did," jisung laughs.

"well just give him a few hours. there's not a lot we can do to make him less annoyed anyway." chan advises, tapping hyunjin's knee to comfort him when he hears a knock at the door.

"oh thank god delivery." jisung praises, passing chan the money he was holding. "maybe he was just hungry."

"he was definitely not hungry." hyunjin stated, eyes closed with an arm laying on his forehead. "he ate like two plates of cake when i got there."

"where even were you?"

"the cafe a few blocks away from here. we should go again, they have a good menu."

"guys," jisung and hyunjin's conversation gets cut off when they hear chan's stern voice. this causes them to look up in fear but when they see who's with him, they sigh in relief. "we have a visitor."

"you're so dramatic." hyunjin deadpans before smiling at you, "hey y/n, you feeling better?" he sits up and pats the empty spot next to him for you to sit. you're snuggled between the arm rest and him, but hyunjin leaves a small gap between you two.

"i'll be okay, i just came to drop off minho's scarf." you tell them when you unwrap the scarf around your neck to place on the table.

"wait wait," jisung sits up straight, "this isnt a we broke up type of dropping off right? like you know when couples break up they return their stuff-"

"it's not," you laugh at the worried look on his face but appreciate the concern nonetheless. "he gave it to me while we were out, i guess he just forgot to take it."

"he's in his room if you wanna see him," chan lightly offers.

you give him a small smile, nodding in acknowledgment before getting up.

"i think we both need to cool down but i’ll talk to him later, thanks chan." you explain softly. "i should go."

"wait no-- have dinner here!" jisung perks up. it had been a while since you visited the boys. not too long, but they always love having you over.

"yeah! you can even help chan whisk the eggs." hyunjin refers to a time when you chose to bake a cake with chan and ended up doing most of the work.

"hey!" chan threatens emptily. "i've gotten better now, but i could use the extra help."

"you guys just want me to stay for no reason." you laugh.

"not gonna deny that."

"we like having you over," hyunjin confesses nonchalantly. he laughs then stands up with his arms out. "come on, you can help me pick which side dish you want." he offers to take your coat and bag.

"are you sure you want me to stay?"

"y/n, we'd be insane to kick you out." jisung says seriously, making you laugh at how honest he was being.

"okay fine but after dinner i'm going straight home."

"i doubt that, but alright." jisung gives you a thumbs up. "hyunjin's cooking tonight so if you need help, or a fire extinguisher, just scream."

"you're lucky i'm in a good mood or i'd cook you with the food."

"look at that, it's going great already!" chan claps slowly, making you chuckle.

when hyunjin brings you to the kitchen successfully without throwing anything towards jisung, he gives you an apron and the two of you start to make tonight's dinner together. as hyunjin boils the water for him to make his lovely chicken soup, you set the table and place the side dishes into little plates for the boys to eat. like he promised, he let you choose from their fridge, even changing any prior ideas to suit your taste.

when you told him to stick to his original plan, he reluctantly nodded and let you roam around the kitchen. it wasn't a rare sight to find you in their dorm. in fact, it felt the most normal when you were around keeping everything in check. you were their best friend before you were minho's girlfriend.

hyunjin and you take two hours at most, to finish up the final dish and while you stand next to hyunjin as he stirs the chicken in the pot, you don't realise the figure that's standing by the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. compared to his previous frown, he has a grin plastered on his face as he scans your entire appearance from head to toe. you were still in the outfit from earlier today, but you still managed to take his breath away.

your phone buzzes in your pocket as you laugh at something hyunjin says. you pull it out, still in conversation with him when you see who texted you.

minho: are you home?

said boy, despite being a few feet away from you decides to retreat back into his room to not disturb you and hyunjin. meanwhile, you stood still in your spot as you read his text over and over again, not ignoring the butterflies that erupted in your stomach. this always happened. you always needed a second to recollect yourself to think of a response whenever he’d call, text -- sometimes even while the two of you were talking

he just had an affect on you, and it didn’t calm your heartbeat when you could read him so well.

you knew his brief text was his own way of asking if you were safe because unlike most days, he didn't get to send you home.

you: im not, but i promise im safe.

you: the boys invited me for dinner, i can leave early if you want me to.

you sigh when the usual bubble on the other end doesn't show up.

hyunjin realises and smiles apologetically.

"you know he'll come around," he tells you. "it's best to let him be when he gets annoyed. i think it's just his way of cooling down."

you know it is, and nod appreciatively. "thanks hyunjin," you give him a side-hug. "do you want me to stir it now? you're sweating so much right now." you laugh when you see how red his face is.

"yeah sure," you two switch places. "i have to grab something from my room but i'll be back."

you nod and let yourself enjoy the short moment of silence that he left you in. you can faintly hear the noise of chan and jisung's laughter coming from the living room, but you tune it out when you focus on stirring, finding the small yet simple task calming. after a while, it looks ready from the way it’s starting to boil so you stop and switch off the gas, about to turn around and walk away from the stove when you suddenly feel two pair of arms slide around your waist and pull you close to their chest.

you think it's hyunjin and at first, panic sinks in. but when you take in the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne, you physically relax and gently lay your head back onto his shoulder, letting him sway you gently from side to side. the two of you stand there, you don't know for how long but you stay there feeling content; safe and at ease.

there was no other way to describe the feeling you get with minho whenever you're around him; near him and with him.

he felt like home and you couldn't get enough of it.

when he nuzzles his face into the nape of your neck, you tilt your head to the side as a way to tell him you were okay with it.

"i'm sorry," he delicately placed light kisses from your collarbone, shoulder and neck. "i shouldn't have gotten mad at you. i wanted to walk you home." he murmurs into your neck.

you can't stop the smile that's growing on your face, finding minho's soft demeanour endearing.

"that's okay. i'm sorry too," you whisper back. "i know you didn't mean it." you turn to peck his cheek, feeling yourself grow shy a little when he looks at you.

he hums happily but carefully placed his fingers under your chin before pulling you in for a kiss. it's slow, passionate and full of so, so much love that you almost can't believe you were feeling so many emotions rush in, but it makes you happy. you feel whole.

minho pecks your lips one more time then walks to the fridge to get water for both of you.

"are you staying for dinner?"

when you make sure the gas is switched off again, you nod. you lean against the counter and watch minho from where you're standing, admiring how good he looks in a black tee and sweatpants.

"yeah," you nod. "your scarf is on the table by the way."

he chuckles, "you didn't have to bring it back, but thank you." he teases. "if you're staying for dinner then you're staying the night too, by the way." he shrugs.

the confused look on your face speaks for itself, but the smile that’s growing only makes minho chuckle. "what?" the laugh you let out sounds like music to his ears.

"stay the night," he repeats. "please?" his voice softens as he looks at you.

you let out an amused laugh at the cute look on his face, playing off the butterflies in your stomach with a smile.

"is that gonna make you happy?" you know it will, and you would definitely love to stay with him.

"maybe," he winks at you, "i just don't want you driving home so late at night."

you playfully squint your eyes at him, reading between the lines but not wanting to give in just for fun.

"i didn't bring any of my stuff."

"you can borrow my clothes. if you need anything else i'll go to the store and get it for you." he says it like it's obvious.

"you just wanna spend more time with me," you tease, one hand pointing at him playfully while the other rests behind your back.

minho walks over to you again, this time cupping your cheeks in his hands then pushing them together.

"yes i do," he pecks your lips. "and there's nothing wrong with that."

you smile in awe, admiring the look on your boyfriend's face then slip into his embrace as you tiptoe to kiss his jawline.

you hum in agreement, "there's nothing wrong with that at all."

you feel his chest vibrate when he laughs but miss the way he smiles as he kisses the top of your head, slightly inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"are you guys done yet or can we eat?" jisung yells from the dining table.

"oh my god," you chuckle while minho's blissful look nearly turns into a scowl, obviously not meant to hide his annoyance.

he rolls his eyes when they enter the kitchen, but when he feels you snuggle into his side, he keeps an arm protectively over you with his other hand tucked into his pocket.

"i love you two and i think you guys are adorable but i'm starving."

"just eat, han."

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authors note: if you've read this far, thank you so much <3 this was something i wrote on a whim and was surprisingly pleased with how it turned out. ^^

ily, always x

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Use All Of Me (P.3)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,382 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Notes: This relationship is going to go ~downhill~ from healthy really quick. Please do not read if that is going to offend you.

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Sweating, you brushed the sweat from your brow. Even though you had changed out of your original dress and swapped it for shorts and a tank, you were still hot. The club was packed considering it was a live music night, with Every Time I Die headlining in their home state. Thankfully the show had not been sold out entirely when you had shown up. You doubted it had stayed that way since the main set had started and it was after 10pm.

Keith yelled into the mic, encouraging people to come up on stage with them for the next song.

The shape of your data got me astral projecting But I think you and I, we need to talk

The room was alive, people crowding the stage as people began to find their way up there, headbanging around the artists before diving off the stage to welcome arms.

“I wanna do that!” you yelled over the music to Yua. The pair of you were further into the crowd than Natalie and your other couple friends. You were sure they were still standing by one of the tables up the stairs.

“Are you serious, Y/N?” she laughed, looking jubilant.

“You should!” the guy, Joseph, that had attached himself to yours and Yua’s side during the show encouraged you. He was cute enough, was not handsy – a huge plus especially in a huge crowd where people had been drinking or doing drugs.

You teased, “You just want to be one of the people holding us.”

He let out a laugh and said over the music, “If you think so lowly of me, maybe I need to prove myself a little harder!”

Yes, he certainly was cute. You beamed at him. Maybe you would not end up alone tonight.

“Here! Let’s go up!” Yua said, tugging on your arm. “Just make sure you don’t get punched in the face if you get too close to the mosh pit.”

The two of you shoved your way through the crowd towards the stage.

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Natalie craned her neck to look over the crowd to where Yua and Y/N had been. They were no longer there and she sighed. She hoped they were not getting themselves into trouble, mainly the mosh pit. Yua and Y/N both had suffered bruises before and still went back. They insisted it was fun; she saw nothing fun about it, she rather enjoyed watching the show from afar where she could enjoy it in more relative peace.

“What’s wrong?” Ada asked her over the music.

“I can’t find Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.”

Miriam asked what she said from across the table and Natalie repeated herself.

“They’re fine. They can handle themselves,” Miriam reassured her. “We’ve been in worse places with a far rougher crowd and they’ve managed.”

“Too true,” Natalie agreed.

Over the heads of the crowd, Natalie’s eyes came to rest on a familiar face. Her stomach dropped seeing Steve, who looked entirely displeased. He was searching the crowd and she had a great idea of who he was looking for.

“Shit,” she said out loud. She looked back over the crowd desperately. It was not going to look good if Y/N was still flirting with that other random guy. She was worried for that potential mess with someone like Steve.

“What?” Ada asked confused, following her line of sight. She of course did not recognize what Natalie did because she did not know who Steve was yet.

Leaning in closer to the pair, she explained, “Y/N’s date from tonight, yeah? The one that stood her up? He’s here.”

“What?” Miriam gasped, standing up trying to figure out who it was in the general direction Natalie had been looking.

“Found ‘em,” Ada feebly said, pointing out across the crowd towards the stage.

Natalie and Miriam looked to the stage and Natalie wanted to scream in frustration. Both Yua and Y/N were on the stage, dancing close to the edge of the stage. Y/N dove off the stage into the crowd, Natalie tracking the spot where she had fallen onto. Her stomach flipped seeing Steve was already on his way, the crowd easily parting for someone his size. She would not make it to Y/N before he did.

She just had to let that unfold, feeling a rock sinking in her stomach.

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A group of people helped you slide to the ground so you could land on your feet, even if you were a little unsteady.

Joseph was there. He held up his hands and said, “No touchy. I was just here to make sure you got down okay.”

“How gentlemen like of you!” you smiled at him, tapping him on the nose.

You let out a laugh and turned back towards the stage. You could not spot Yua, you thought she would jump in the same direction as you. You stood on your tiptoes still to no avail.

Suddenly you saw her and you moved to where she was, greeting her as she came down.

“See, I told you it would be fun!” you yelled to her and she nodded in agreement. She had a wide smile planted on her face as she tried to fix her hair. You slid off an extra hair tie and handed it to her as the song ended. “Let’s go back to the table! I want another drink!”

Turning to Joseph, you grabbed his arm. “You can come with us! It’s on me!”

He looked pleased, nodding. “Alright, cool.”

His arm intertwined with yours in turn to your grasp and the two of you turned. But just like that, your smile melted away.

Steve was there blocking your way, a vexed look painted on his face. His gaze dropped down to where you and Joseph’s arms were interlinked; you could see his jaw clench at the sight.

“Steve,” you said breathlessly. “What… what are you doing here?”

Joseph seemed to catch the situation and dropped your arm, uncomfortably taking a step back. Yua came to his side instead of you. He was staring at Steve in awe, no doubt recognizing him.

“Come on,” Steve ordered you sternly, grabbing your hand and beginning to lead you through the crowd away from the stage without waiting for you to respond. You shot a look over your shoulder at Yua, seeing the worried expression on her face. Joseph leaned in to speak to her and you were sure he was asking what was going on.

He did not stop until the two of you were outside, you struggling to keep up with his stride, even with people around. They seemed to move out of his way, which did not help slow down his pace.

“Steve?” you tried as the two of you began walking down the sidewalk past the crowd outside.

He ignored you.

Away from the line, halfway down the block, he came to a sudden stop and let go of your hand roughly.

“That was foolish, Y/N.”

He was scolding you? He was the one that had stood you up.

Defensively, you told him, “It was just a bit of fun. I’m not hurt.”

“You could have been. And who was the kid?”

Kid? Joseph was most certainly in his late twenties, early thirties. Although, you were sure with how old Steve was, anyone could seem like a kid.

“Just some guy that was in the crowd,” you shrugged, trying to play it off. “He made friends with us. We were about to go have some more drinks with him. He’s cool.”

“’Cool’,” Steve drawled. You nodded, not knowing what he wanted you to say. “Looked like you were getting quite close. Like it might lead to going home.”

Cocking your head, you challenged, “You don’t get to scold me because I was hanging out with him. You’re the one who ditched me.”

Steve’s tone was laced with annoyance, “I tried to call you. Multiple times. And you didn’t answer me.”

“My phone is in my purse.”

“Well, if you would have had it on you, you would have seen that.”

Frustrated, you exasperated, “You didn’t show up!”

“I know! And I’m sorry about that. I got caught up in work.”

“And you couldn’t even send me a text?”

“There was no service.”

You scoffed and Steve’s jaw tightened. “What? That’s such a bullshit excuse. Where is there not service in NYC?”

“Underground,” Steve told you as a matter of fact.

Oh.

You opened your mouth to ask what he was doing underground but he anticipated it, “I can’t talk to you about that. You know that or you should.” You closed your mouth. He took a step closer, peering down his nose at you, a dangerous glint in his eye. “So, let me ask you again… were you planning on going home with him? If it came to that?”

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence, you knowing he knew the answer already, but he wanted you to say it out loud.

Shrugging, you said, “Yeah, sure.” Steve gave a dry laugh and you told him firmly, “I thought you were done with me. So, excuse me.”

“Yes, excuse you. What the hell were you thinking? It was the same damn night you had a date with me, Y/N!” Steve snapped.

You recoiled a bit and he sighed loudly, putting his hands on his hips. He closed his eyes, swallowing sharply, taking a few moments. “Look, I’m sorry. I was just worried about you and I’m a little high strung.”

“Worried about me?” you asked disbelieving.

“Yeah, I drove by your place and it was dark. Seemed a little odd it being so early. And with you not answering your phone… So, I checked your location to see where you were. I did not know what this place was, so I came down here to check it out. To make sure nothing had happened to you. And if you were alright, I just wanted to tell you face to face that I was sorry for not being able to get a hold of you to let you know I was going to be late. I owe you that much for missing our date. I was looking forward to it.”

He sounded sincere and the anger melted a bit at his words. He was waiting for you to say something.

“So,” you started, licking your lip. The tension was waning on you and you wanted to move on from it, salvage what you could. A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Can I call you my boyfriend now? Since you’re so worried about me and all?”

Steve visibly relaxed, the tension leaving his jaw.

“Look, I’ll keep it in mind in the future you might be on some secret mission,” you told him, closing the space between the two of you, Your hand rested on his chest, playing with the edge of his leather jacket. “And I’ll keep my legs closed until I know for sure otherwise.”

“That’s a crude way to put it,” Steve responded.

“Fine. I’ll stay at home, waiting by the window, pining for you to return. Is that better?”

This drew a small smile out of him at least. He reached up to hold the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I quite like the idea of you pining. It paints such a pretty picture.”

“Of course you do. It’s an ego booster.” You tossed a look over your shoulder and if you were not mistaken, Steve’s grip on your neck tightened ever so slightly. “The bouncer should let us back in.”

Steve forced you to look back at him. “Not my scene.”

“Is it classical then?”

“I do enjoy that, but it’s not just that.”

Suddenly curious, you asked, “How did you get in anyway? I thought it would have been sold out.”

“It was. I spoke to the bouncer.”

“So, he’s a Captain America fan, then?”

“Something like that.”

There was something hanging in the air with that statement, but something deep down told you to leave it alone.

“Regardless, I do need to get my purse…”

“Right,” Steve said, his hand dropping to come to hold you around your waist, turning you around to walk back down the sidewalk to the door. When you got there, the bouncer saw it was Steve and nodded him through.

Instead of letting you go in alone, Steve went with you. He stood a few paces away as you grabbed your purse, assuring your friends that you were alright. You let them know you were going home with Steve and to not wait up for you. When you got back to his side, he leaned down, giving you a kiss on your forehead. His hand gripped your wrist, leading you back outside, leaving your friends behind.

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Steve’s house was enormous compared to your apartment. He had insisted you go home with him, promising you breakfast in bed. How could you say no to that?

You had been enthralled with the pool room – after you insisted he show you around the place. Steve had not been deterred when you suggested skinny dipping, ushering you along out of the room to continue the tour. When he brushed behind you in the process of doing this, you already could feel him through his slacks. No wonder he had been in such a hurry.

Steve moaned beneath you, his eyes hooded with lust as he watched you towering over him as you rode him. His hands gripped your ass, helping to guide you with more force. Panting loudly, your fingers dug into his chest. Steve lifted his head up to suck and bite at your breasts, adding to your sensation. Your lips crashed into his desperately as you felt the peak quickly incoming.

You cried out against his lips, convulsing around him.

“That’s it,” Steve rasped out in praise.

He increased his speed, pushing himself over the edge. You felt him empty himself as he gasped out broken praises for you and you alone.

Tucked into his embrace, your back to him, you relaxed.

As you slipped off to sleep, you felt Steve’s arm wrap around you, his hand caressing your abdomen.

~~~

Tags: @imsonick, @alexakeyloveloki, @kvzctam, @ironlady1993, @taintedgenre

#steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark steve rogers fic #marvel fic #dark marvel #steve rogers fic #my shit

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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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sleeping over at their s/o’s house for the first time [scenarios]

pairings: sakusa kiyoomi; hirugami sachirou; kuroo tetsurou x fem reader

genre: fluff and humor, as per usual

warning(s): n/a

notes: kinda popped off on hirugami’s part. couldn't help myself. not sorry bout it either. can’t wait til we get to see more of his cute lil face in the anime.

he is so painfully awkward I love him

will just stand in the entryway with his duffle slung over his shoulder, staring straight at you until you tell him when he can put his stuff

this literally isn’t his first time over at your house but he acts like it???

poor baby’s obviously nervous about ~ spending the night ~

immediately washes his hands

brings his own pillow

asks if you’ve sanitized all your surfaces recently/if anyone in your household has been sick lately

does he wanna play video games? not until he’s wiped down all the controllers.

does he wanna watch real housewives? no, but you put it on anyway because you know he secretly loves the drama

does he want a snack? possibly? but refuses to eat on your bed because lying on crumbs is nasty

all he does is get under the covers and hang out

only moves to brush his teeth and, of course, wash his hands

will do a face mask with you but only after thoroughly reading the contents of the bottle/package

wears his hoodie and sweats to bed

is asleep before 10pm

2/10. total party pooper who only gets points because he’s hot and dislikes the same housewives as you do

Moments after releasing a rather loud guffaw at a funny scene from the television show you have playing on your laptop, you hear a small groan echo from beside you. Turning your head to the source of the noise brings your attention to your boyfriend, whose tall form rested on the bed beside you, ensconced in your blankets. His eyelids flutter open and his eyes the color of charcoal fasten on you before narrowing in a small glare of annoyance from underneath the sea of black waves atop his head.

Maybe you would’ve felt even the slightest bit intimidated if his face wasn’t close to being absorbed by the yellow fabric of his hoodie--and if he hadn’t flattened his hair against his forehead by closing the drawstrings to secure his hood around his head.

“Kiyo!” you whine, crossing your arms in front of you chest, “Were you really asleep just now?”

His dark eyebrows furrow as he answers matter-of-factly, “Yes. You know I go to bed at ten o’clock, (f/n). It’s ten thirty.”

You roll your (e/c) eyes at him and protest, “But this is a sleepover! Would it kill you to stay awake a little longer so you can spend some precious time with your beloved girlfriend?”

“Lack of sleep can lead to sickness. Sickness can lead to death. So, yes, staying awake longer to spend precious time with my beloved girlfriend could kill me.”

“I hate you.”

He lets out a long sigh and reaches over towards your laptop to close it, putting an end to your Real Housewives marathon. Once he’s moved it off of your bed, one of his arms snakes around your waist and pulls your body down towards the mattress. His midnight gaze doesn’t falter as he says, “If you get sick, I won’t be able to spend time with you like this, so sleep with me.”

Your heart skips a beat at his tenderly spoken words, and you crawl underneath the covers so you can place your head on his muscular chest and curl up beside him. The feeling of his warmth surrounding you is enough to make you melt into his arms and forgive him for completely ditching you in favor of sleep.

“(F/n).”

“Yes, baby?”

“If you kick me off the bed, this will be our last sleepover.”

sweet boy who is very excited to spend the night at his girlfriend’s house!!

brings snacks and movies

he enjoys doing any activity with you, whether it’s watching movies, playing video/board games, or just cuddling on the couch and talking

not hard to please at all!!!

watches rom coms with you. secretly a hopeless romantic

you’ll probably spend at least ten minutes of your night trying to catch pieces of popcorn in your mouths

and another ten doing the same thing with m&ms

poor boy is too tall to fit under your blankets, so you have to give him an extra one for his legs and feet

bedtime attire consists of boxers with corgis on them, a sweater, and crew socks to keep his tootsies warm 🥺

brings you a pair of matching, corgi-patterned sleeping shorts bc he wants to twin with you

your parents are gone, meaning you can do chaotic activities...

... like baking at 2am!!

he loves to bake (and you can’t convince me otherwise). pls bake with him

wants to stay up all night with you but ends up passing out around 3am after y'all eat all the cookies you made together

11/10, best sleepover ever

Few things were more romantic than spending an evening with your boyfriend on your hands and knees, against the cold, tile floor of the kitchen, cleaning up the aftermath of the mess you’d created.

Lifting your gaze from the white goop coating the flooring, you glance over at Hirugami, who looks completely unfazed and unbothered despite his face still being decorated with dollops of whipped cream. Beholding this sight once more sends you into another fit of laughter that makes it hard for you to keep yourself steady.

“What?” he asks, a small smile creeping onto his lips at seeing you so amused.

In between breaths, you manage to ask, “Why’ve you still got whipped cream on your face?”

With a roll of his chestnut brown eyes, he uses his fingers to swipe some of it off so he can help himself to another serving. “Obviously,” he scoffs sassily, “I’m saving it for later.” His smart comment makes you snort rather unattractively, which, in turn, causes chuckles to pour out from his mouth. “I’m assuming that’s what you’re doing too, right?”

Your (e/c) eyes widen, since you thought you’d done a good job of clearing up the results of your whipped cream battle from your face. A glance at your reflection in the glass of the oven where the cookies were slowly baking soon proved you wrong. Instead of being irritated by this discovery, however, you let out another, wheezing laugh and fell onto your side.

To any outsider, the situation would’ve looked rather strange--an incredibly tall volleyball player dressed only in corgi-patterned boxers, a sweater, and socks, face covered in whipped cream as he fell about laughing with his girlfriend who wore a similar ensemble and was sporting the same whipped cream situation. However, in your defense, it was two o’clock am, and you were high on sugar.

"Come over here and I’ll get the rest off your face, then,” Hirugami suggests, extending his long arms towards you that beckon you closer to him. After you scoot closer to him, he pulls you into his embrace and starts peppering your skin reddened from laughing so heartily with kisses. With each press of his lips against your face, your heart flutters in your chest.

He only pulls away from you when the oven beeps, alerting you that the cookies you’ve been awaiting are finally ready. But he does so with hesitation, seeing as he’d been caught up in savoring the sweet taste of your lips instead.

“You ready to eat some cookies?” he asks with a grin.

Your reply makes him snicker: “Always.”

is fully prepared to stay up the entire night (spoiler alert: doesn't)

made an entire party playlist for y'all to listen to throughout the evening

expect lots of dancing, vibing, singing, and buzzfeed unsolved episodes

brings dance dance revolution over to your house and then proceeds to challenge you to a dance off

was not prepared for what you brought to the table

tries twerking to distract you but still fails

will go on a midnight mcdonalds run with you

is the kinda person to share deep, late night thoughts with

only with him can your conversations go from discussing the questions of human existence to debating which form of potatoes is the most elite

will 100% do face masks with you to keep his complexion lookin godly

INSISTS on watching scary movies

expectation: “don’t worry, babe; I got you!!”

reality: is visibly shaking underneath the covers, questioning all the shadows in your house

wears only a pair of shorts to bed even tho it’s cold af (he runs hot, if ya know what I mean heheh)

8/10. would’ve scored the last 2 points if he hadn’t stolen the blankets and made you wonder if your house was haunted

"(F/n).”

The familiar and gentle voice of your boyfriend rouses you from your semi-conscious state, and you hear the sheets of your bed rustle.

“I’m so tired, Tetsu... what is it?” you wonder groggily, not even bothering to open your eyes to see what’s upset him.

“I think your house is haunted,” is his response. Though he speaks calmly and coherently, his hazel eyes are wide with fear and darting around the dark bedroom.

“Oh, stop. I knew it was a bad idea to watch those supernatural Buzzfeed Unsolved episodes before bed.”

The bed sinks behind you, and you feel the warmth of the blanket he’d stolen from you earlier around your body as he pulls you towards him so your back is flush against his chest. While you appreciate his closeness to you, you can tell he’s far from relaxed. The grip his fingers have around one of your shoulders is tight, as if he’s using it as a stress ball.

You murmur his name with indignation and pry his cold hand off your shoulder, but press a gentle kiss against the back of it. “Baby, go to sleep.”

He noticeably stiffens when a quiet whoosh sounds from another part of your house. “What the heck was that?” he asks from where his face is buried in the back of your neck, too afraid to look around and risk finding something he might not want to see.

“The dishwasher.”

“Y-Yeah,” he stammers, “the dishwasher... of course...”

With a gentle groan, you lift your head so you can turn and press a gentle kiss against his forehead in an attempt to soothe him. As soon as you plop back down onto your pillow, Kuroo takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, desperate to get a wink of sleep.

The sound of a creak brings both of you to attention moments later, however, and your heart begins to race.

“That was the house settling... right?” you whisper.

He pulls the blanket over both of your heads, fully cloaking your bodies beneath it and says, “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go with that.”

At this point, you realize it’s going to be a long night for reasons other than those you’d expected.

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londonparker · 3 years

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Love Note

peter x reader

one-shot

Summary: peter wants to give

you a love not but is to scared

and somehow it gets to you…

~~~~~~~~~~~

*bell rings*

2 more days! That was it

2 more days till we had finished

school and we had summer break

I couldn’t wait too finally be done with

school!

y-hey peter!

I yelled from across the hallways

he looked at me and made his way

to me

p-hey what’s up?

y-oh nothing much, just reminding

you that we only have 2 days left!

p-yeah I know it’s crazy

y-mhm! What ya got next?

p-chemistry…

y-oOoo are you gonna make

some more web fluid?

p-hey! Keep it down

y-my bad…I got English

then I’m done for the day!

p-sounds good! I’ll see

you after class!

*bell rings*

~~~~~~~

PETER’S POV

I sat down grabbing my books

out of my bag ready to start

the lesson

As I looked through my stuff

I found a note…the note

I had written a love letter to

y/n, it describes how I feel about

her…it isn’t simple either it’s about

5 pages

I know what you thinking…why?

Or since when do I write love letters

It’s not my intention to ever really

give it to her it’s just something I wrote

I mean… who would like a guy like me

Nonetheless I took it out and put in next

to me while I did the lesson

~~~~~

t-don’t forget class! Tomorrow

you have an open book test….

dismissed

I packed my bags and headed to

my locker where Ned and pat me

on my shoulder showing me the

new lego set he had at home! Our

biggest one yet! 4000 pieces

I then received a text from y/n

to let us know she was outside!

p-come on let’s go!

We made our way outside to see

Aunt may taking us all back to our

place

n-hey y/n I got a new lego set

4000 pieces, wanna help me and peter?

y-yeah sure why not?

~~~~~~~

May drove us home dropping

off me and y/n and quickly taking

Ned to his place bc of course he forgot

the set at home

p-I’m gonna go take a shower quick!

y-okay, I’m gonna get some water and

probably watch a little tv

p-cool!

I made my way into the shower

washing my hair and body too

I got out and changed into some

loose pj’s and headed back out

I saw y/n watching ty but I just left

her, I made my way to my bag and

took out the letter looking for my

English book quickly needing to

finish off some homework

I took myself and the book to go

sit next to y/n who was snacking

on chips and watching her favorite

show

~~~~

m-we’re back!

That’s when I heard Mays voice

from the door

n-it’s here!!

p-let’s go dude

Me, Ned and y/n then spent

the next 4 hours building and finishing

the lego set and I tell you it looked awesome!

y-*yawns* damn…I think it’s time we

head home right?

m-I can take you quick if you like?

y-sure let me go pack my bags!

m-alright, Ned are you staying the night?

n-yeah!

m-alright , I’ll be downstairs waiting y/n!

Just then me and Ned made our way

to my room closing the door behind me

MAY’S POV

I grabbed the keys off the counter when

I saw an envelope with y/n’s name on it

so I took it with me to the car waiting for

her to arrive

Y/N POV

I quickly packed my bag running into

peters room and giving Ned and peter

a hug goodbye before running down

the stairs to meet may in the car

I threw my bag in the back and made my

way to the front seat

m- I think this is for you love

y-me?

She handed me an envelope with my name

in it

y-is this from you?

m-no I saw it on the counter at my house

so I’m not really sure who it’s from

y-oh okay…I’ll read it when I get home

~~~~

May pulled up on my drive way and

I made my way inside, my parents

are still at work, so I still had 2 hours

to kill until 10pm

So I decided to read the note I got

from may

~~~~~~~

PETER’S POV

Me and Ned were getting a little

hungry so after talking we headed

into the kitchen to grab something

to eat…we made our way there until

I noticed something wasn’t right

The note…..

My eyes went wide eyed and I was

in a state of panic

p-uh Ned do you know where the note

is?

n-the one you wrote y/n?

p-yes

n-wasn’t it in the-

p-counter but it’s gone!

n-uh oh….may was here earlier

do you think she…

p-oh no I hope not!

Then we heard her voice

m-boys I was thinking we

could go to the restaurant downstairs

for dinner bc I don’t really feel like cooking

p-may!! Did you give y/n an envelope?

m-yes it had her name on it, why?

p-no reason! I have to go

see her quickly! I’ll be back

I grabbed my jacket running out

the door hoping that she hadn’t

read it yet!

I ran for about 10 minutes before

reaching her house

I started banging on her door

loudly until she answered

y-Pete

She was crying…she

had the note in her hand

wearing an oversized sweater

and pajama pants pouting her

lip

She gave me the biggest hug,

it had seemed like she didn’t want

to let go

she pulled back to look at me

and in that moment she kissed me

but fully

The amount of passion and love I felt

in that moment was like nothing I’ve

ever experienced before!

It was magical and all I could say

was never in a million years did I think

this would be me

y-I love you too!

She burst out crying as I comforted her

y-this is the sweetest thing someone has

ever done for me!

p-omg, you like me back!?

y-mhm!

p-go on a date with me?

y-yes! I would love too

I picked her up wrapping her legs

around my torso giving her another

passionate kissing slowly letting her

back down

p-I can’t wait to make memories with

you

y-same spider boy same

~~~~~~~~~~

#comic #tom holland #tom holland x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker #love story #notes #love letters #soulmate

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ohhmyheart5678 · 3 years

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When in the streets of seoul (7)

*warning* this mentions death, murder, suicide, guns, and other gruesome and dark content if you are sensitive to these kinds of things do not read the it

Pairing: Chan x female reader

Word count: 1.8k

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Chris and I talk at yongsan for hours. It was the most time I've ever spent with him, and I can honestly say that I began to see him in a new light.

Everything changed from that moment on. I don't know what it was about sitting four hours in your favorite park in the fall time which the orange leaves that had fallen around as time passed that opened us up, but whatever it did was magic.

Chris had told me about his childhood and how his father was also in a mafia so it was inevitable for him, but when it was time for him to take over he realized he wanted to start his own.

That's when he found Changbin and jisung two lost kids not having anywhere to go, he needed people to join and they were talented plus they had nowhere else to go and saying no to Chris pretty much is never a real option.

From there he just kept taking in boys that needed a home but that would benefit him in some way. In a way I found it sweet, did they have an option? Maybe not but at least he was giving them a home. I hated to say it but something in me agreed with it, and suddenly my heart felt like it jumped out of my chest.

Was it Stockholm syndrome? It had to be just more than that right?

He told me he had lost his mom in a war between his dad and another mafia. It was a hard time for him and that's when he realized hat whoever he ended up with, he was gonna protect them with his life and that there was no way he was gonna let what happened to his mother happen to them.

"What about you? Anything interesting about your parents?" he says leaning on the bench for support. I could tell that he was fully engaged and paying attention. Chris always payed attention to details, to everything. That was one of his biggest strengths was reading people but to him,I was the hardest person to read.

" Besides my dad being a detective that's been on your case?" I giggled, I mean that had to be interesting enough right? "Besides that smarty pants!" He scrunched his nosed a little at me."Remember when I told you that I like coming to this park a lot?" Of course he remembers it's the whole reason he brought me here, but I needed a way to start the conversation. Chris hummed as a way of telling me to keep talking. "Well my mom and I used to come here every Sunday and eat ice cream ever since I was a kid" the Aussie just nodded his head and waited for me to continue.

"A few months ago actually a month before my dad was set on your case my mom committed suicide" this was something I really didn't talk to with anyone and the fact that I was sharing it with him took a lot but I needed to get it off my chest.

"She jumped off of Lottie world tower which was weird because she was always so happy, at least I thought she was" Chris's face changed and suddenly the atmosphere turned really dark. "Was you're mother's name Autumn Grey?" He leaned closer almost as if he needed to make sure he because didn't want to miss the answer. "Y-yah! how'd you know?" Did he know something about my mother's death I didn't know? I'm sure he saw that a million questions was running in my head because he was very quick to respond.

"Oh, it was all over the news. I felt sorry for her family" He couldn't stand my gaze, now it was my turn to read Chris but turning off his any signs of emotions was as easy as breathing for him. "Anyways maybe we should get outta here" Chris shoots up from his spot. He holds a hand out for me to grab and I grab on to it to stand myself up.

We're walking in Korea at 10pm at night, the air is freezing cold. Walking down the street with the gold and orange leaves crunching beneath our feet besides that, Silence was the only thing between us and neither of us cared enough to break it. Until Chris finally decides to speak up.

"Kinely there something I wanted to ask" He caused us to stop and stand in the middle of the sidewalk. "What do you think of when you think of me?" The question took me by surprise. It wasn't a question I was prepared to answer yet.

How could I tell him when think about him I think about not only power and smarts, wittyness and charm, I thought about love and passion, commitment. I thought about how fast my heart beats when I even just look at him.

"I-I don't know" I stutter, looking at the ground. I couldn't even look at him not now, not when he looks as amazing as he does right at this very moment. The truth is when it came to Chris I always avoided his eyes because when I looked into them I could feel myself sinking in.

"I wanna know what goes inside your head" Christopher grabs my chin to make me look at him. Now I had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

"I need to know what goes on inside your head because I need to know how you feel about me. I can read everyone like a book but when it comes you I can't tell a thing and it drives me insane. I feel something with you kinely, it's like I'm a whole other person when I'm with you and I don't know if it's a good or bad thing but I wanna figure it out with you. I need to know if you feel same way I do about you" With every word he spoke Chris would inch closer and closer to my face. Soon there wasn't any space left , his lips grazed against mine and a shiver went down my spine.

He looked into my eyes for approval and me nodding was the only thing he needed before he sealed the final space between us.

My whole body went numb, I almost couldn't feel anything anymore at this point. The only thing I felt was my heart jumping out of my chest and just how soft and delicate the kiss was. It was almost as if he felt that he needed to handle me with care.

When he pulled away it felt as if he had casted a love spell on me. Why was I feeling this way? "I- um.. let's go home shall we?" Suddenly the confident Chan , leader of stray kids was no longer with me. It was Christopher just a shy ordinary guy who was now amongst us. We continued to walk home both of us grinning from ear to ear.

As soon we got home Chris walked me to my room. "Thank you Chris today was... different, in a good way" we both awkwardly laugh as I tuck a strand of curly hair behind my ear. "Goodnight kinely. I hope we have more nights like this in the future" he crosses his arms behind his back. I only nod in response "Goodnight Chris" I give him a wave before closing the door.

I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. I put on my pajamas and head to bed. Tonight changed everything and little did I know that 'everything' was bigger than just my love life.

Waking up in the morning I sat there in bed to fully wake up. I look at the speaker and almost pushed the number on it when I realized I don't have wait for them anymore. I needed to figure out how to get to the kitchen even if it means getting lost but luckily on my way I ran into my favorite oranged haired boy.

"Well if it isn't my favorite Aussie in the world" I smiled at him and he happily returned it. "We both know Chan is your favorite Aussie " Felix playfully rolled his eyes at me. I assumed he had just woken up not too long ago as well due to the fact the his hair was all over the place and his voice was a little deeper and raspier than normal.

"Whatever! Hey can you point me in the direction where the food is?" I wiggle my eyebrows, Felix shook his head at me. "Just say the kitchen you weirdo" he walks down the hall and looks behind him once he realized that I wasn't following him.

"Are you coming? " Felix rubs his eyes with he back of his hands still trying to wake up all the way. "Right I totally was" he laughs at me knowing that I was lying but I then began to follow and he proceeded to lead me to the kitchen. Once we arrived there a few of the boys that were already there including Chris and Hyunjin.

Everyone was starring at me and Hyunjin looked slightly irritated about something. Changbin , Minho , and seugmin all had a weird grin on their face that I couldn't quite read. "Ow ya goin mate?" Chris greeted Felix bright and happy Felix just waved not really in the mood to talk at the moment. We both sit down at the table, me sitting next to Changbin and Felix next to seugmin. "Good morning babygirl" Chris greets and my eyes widen.

I wasn't used to him calling me that but I honestly didn't hate it. "Morning Chris" we both showed off our dimpled smile displaying it to eachother. "Morning guys" the boys greet me and Minho gives Chris a look. What is going on with everyone today? Felix noticed it too because he raised an eyebrow and looked between the both of us. "I wanna know the secret!! Did I miss something?" His curiosity got the best of him but all he got in return were smirks and shrugged shoulders. I just shook it off and decided to talk to my favorite brown haired boy. "Hey Hyunjin how'd you sleep?" I gave him a soft smile.

Hyunjin quickly stands up "excuse me, I'm not hungry. I'll just head to my room now." Was all he said before storming off. I looked at the other boys hoping they could answer my questions but they too looked just as confused as I was.

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simpsiren · 4 years

Text

closer to you

lee jeno x reader

main masterlist

the sequel

description. you’re in a 2 year relationship with jaemin. the two of you know very well that you arent each other’s soulmates but you still felt that jaemin was the right one for you. that is until you are celebrating your 2 year anniversary with jaemin that memories of you being with someone else in your so called “past life” starts coming back to you, as if wanting to make you realise that your soulmate is still out there.

genre. soulmate au, strangers to lovers au, fluff and angst

warnings. none? except for the fact that reader becomes violent in their words when they’re stressed i guess

a/n. literally got this idea from the flashback tiktoks thats been appearing in my fyp. like ive seen it so many times that i just had to write about it HAHA alrighty thats all enjoyy :D

when the idea of soulmates was first represented to humans, humans deeply believed in it, and would follow the idea of it religiously to find the one that they are truly meant to be with. however, now in the modern day, the idea of soulmates is slowly disappearing. people still believe that the number engraved on the side of their right foot is the time and date that they’ll meet their soulmates, but people of this generation start ignoring that fact, marrying someone that isnt even their soulmate. it left their actual soulmate to either die alone, or having to force themselves to love and marry someone else other than their soulmate.

and now here you are, surrounded by your friends with jaemin sitting next to you, your boyfriend of two years who’s number on the side of his foot does not match yours.

“blow out the candles already!” you hear johnny screaming. you and jaemin turn to look at each other at the same time, giving a smile before blowing out the two candles on the red velvet cheesecake that signified your two year relationship with jaemin.

you laugh loudly as everyone claps for the two of you. jaemin quickly places a peck on your cheek, making everyone smile widely. “i love you.” jaemin whispers into your ear.

“i love you too.”

“do you really not care who your actually soulmate is? you know very well jaemin isnt yours.” you purse your lips into a thin line as you find jaehyun leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom.

“does it look like i care? who the hell even cares? ill be with who i wanna be! i aint gonna follow some ‘oh you’re destined to be with this guy’ type bullshit.” you giggle to yourself as you took a sip the whiskey in hand, despite already being in a very drunken state.

jaehyun walks over to you and snatches the glass away from you. you whine and beg for it back, but you know all too well that jaehyun is not going to give you what you want. you let out a huff in response.

“my god, evaline. how drunk can you be?” jaehyun takes a seat on the chair that faces your bed, in which you are currently rolling on and mumbling to yourself about god knows what.

jaehyun sighs as he looks at you. he’s been your friend for almost forever yet he still cant get over the fact that no matter how hard he tries to persuade you that jaemin isnt your soulmate, you give zero fucks about it.

“i really hope he comes in your dreams or something. if i can’t convince you, then why isnt the world doing anything about it?” jaehyun whispers to himself, resting his chin on his palm as his elbow is placed on the arm rest of the chair.

you wake up with a sharp pain in your head. you wince as you slowly tried to sit up straight. you rub your eyes and try looking around your room. everything is normal, except for the fact that jaehyun is sleeping on your chair. you shrug your shoulders as you let out a long sigh and stare at the door in front of you, spacing out for a little. after at least five minutes of you doing nothing and staring off into who knows what, you gather up your strength to stand up from your bed. you stagger your way over to jaehyun.

“jae, wake up already. make me something to sober up- ouch!”

your foot suddenly hurt, making you stumble back and fall onto the floor. you flinched in fear when you realise the number on your foot is glowing. you scream in pain as you feel as though something thin and sharp is constantly stabbing your foot. the spinning in your head only made it worse. jaehyun wakes up from all your screaming and drops down on the floor to assist you quickly.

“evaline? eva! what’s wrong? wait why’s it glowing..” jaehyun eyes travel from your scrunched up face to your leg, noticing the number that’s glowing.

suddenly, your vision became blurry. you lost sight of what’s happening around you. you dont see your room and jaehyun in front of you anymore. you struggled as you try to squint your eyes to get your vision to be clear. it took awhile for your vision to come back. and when it did, something wasnt right.

it was like you were having a flashback. a flashback to a time you were unfamiliar with. you didn’t remember experiencing it at all. but the flasback looked like memories that you feel a sudden strong connection with.

the flashback was vivid. you couldn’t tell exactly what was going on. you saw a guy, estimated to be around your age, who’s smiling widely till his eyes form a thin line and holding up a polaroid camera to your point of view. you heard him laugh as snaps a picture and the camera’s flash shined your view. you soon focused your vision again onto the guy. he’s waiting for the film to develop. and that’s all you saw. a small snippet of a far distant memory which you arent even sure if it happened.

after that, you snapped out of your odd trance. you feel jaehyun shaking your shoulders with the look of extreme concern on your face. you bring your hand up to your head and scratch it slowly as you tilt your head in awe. jaehyun stops his actions as looks at you wierdly.

“what the fuck did i just experience?” you mumble to yourself, trying to process what you just went through. you look up from the floor to see jaehyun blinking his eyes rapidly.

“you saw what?”

you were this close to slapping jaehyun in the face.

“how many times do i have to fucking repeat myself?! i got a flashback of a memory of some random dude that i dont even know about!”

jaehyun’s mouth remains open in shock and confusion. it took him a few seconds to process your words. and when it did, he places both his hands on the table.

“its a sign.” your forehead creases as you look at him weirdly.

“the fuck you just say?” you pick up your fork and stab it into your freshly cooked fried chicken meal.

“is this the first time you experience it?” jaehyun asks you as he takes a sip of water. you took a moment to think about it.

“yeah it is.” you breathe out. jaehyun only nodded his head. he starts thinking about what he wished for that night had something to do with what happened to you.

“you know what? forget it. i need to meet up with jaemin for our date. ill see you around.” you finish what’s left on your plate, waving to jaehyun before leaving the restaurant.

jaehyun watches your back as you slowly disappear into the distance. “it cant be... can it?” jaehyun shakes his head and continues eating.

“hey, babe. how was lunch with jaehyun?” jaemin wraps his arm around your waist as he leans down to peck your lips.

“it was good. let’s get ice cream.” you give off a wide smile and dragged jaemin to the famous ice cream shop that you were dying to try.

by the time you were halfway to finishing your ice cream, it was already 8pm. you’re weekly ice cream date with jaemin never fails to be extended as your chats with him grow longer and longer with every date.

as jaemin was talking, your mind goes back to the time you had that odd flashback. you wonder what it meant, or whats the significance of it. why did that suddenly happen to you? what can you do to make it go away? because for all you know, you have everything you need right here, in front of you. you had jaemin.

“eva? hello~?” jaemin waves his hand in front of you to snap you back into reality. you shake your head vigorously. “oh shit im sorry jaemin what did you say?” jaemin smiles softly as he repeats over what he say.

it was about 10pm and you decided it was finally time to go home. you would have taken the train alone but jaemin insisted on accompanying you home and going back by himself after. you and jaemin were walking down the street that will lead to your apartment when jaemin sudden opens his mouth to ask you something.

“did you ever believe about the soulmate thing?” you stop walking and turn your body to face jaemin. jaemin does the same, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you shrug your shoulder and placed your weight on one leg. “i used to, but i slowly started to think it was ridiculous and that i should be able to love who i want, not someone im destined to be with.” you reply, slowly reaching your hand out to run your hand through jaemin’s hair. he smiles at your touch and pulls you in with your other arm, hugging you gently.

“im glad to be the one that you love, despite the fact that im not who you’re destined to be with.” jaemin strokes your hair and digs his head into the crook of your neck. you rub his back slowly. “me too.” you kiss jaemin on the cheek and pull away, smiling softly. “come on, we’re almost at my apartment.” your hands trailed down to meet jaemin’s, interlocking your fingers with his and you both continued walking down the long street.

however, for the first time, it felt as though jaemin’s hand didn’t sit right with yours, like his hand didnt belong to fit in yours. you look down at the interlocking hands. you never felt this way before. why did it occur to you only now?

“something on your mind, eva?” you hear jaemin ask. you shot your gaze up from your jaemin’s hand to his eyes, shaking your head as you faked a smile.

weird

a week has passed since that weird encounter of yours. you couldn’t get it out of your head. every hour of the day you’ll spare a few minutes thinking about it. why did you feel so connected to it? you felt eager to know about what i meant. why did a few seconds of experiencing a distant memory would be etched into your mind as you constantly replay what you saw that time?

you found it funny how you were already so deep in your thoughts early in the morning. you lay in bed looking through your social medias for awhile before getting out of bed to head to the living room.

you see jaehyun sitting on the couch, immensely concentrated on whatever’s on the television screen. you take a seat beside jaehyun, looking down, you see him munching on a bowl of popcorn.

“popcorn for breakfast. really?” you raise an eyebrow as jaehyun nods his head and offers the bowl. you take it regardless of your comment and stuffed popcorn in your mouth.

“you didn’t shower yet?” jaehyun asks. you only shrug in reply. jaehyun looks at you with a disguested look.

“i bet you didn’t shower either, now did you?” jaehyun kept quiet as his eyes widened yet still glued onto the screem. you observed his reaction and scoff, rolling your eyes. “idiot.” jaehyun glances at you and chukles, reaching out to take a handful of popcorn.

“what are you even watching?”

“a movie that i didn’t finish last night.” that explains the popcorn then.

you focus your mind on the movie, despite not knowing what it’s about. everything seemed normal until you see a couple suddenly come on screen. they’re apparently at a amusement park.

almost instantly, you lost sight of your surroundings. oh no.. it’s happening again. you shut your eyes tightly as your vision became blurry once again. you opened your eyes widely to find yourself at an amusement park. a flashback is now occuring, this time it was different.

the flashback. it wasnt a memory you’re unfamiliar with. its jaemin. you see jaemin come into view. it looked like you were taken back to your third date where jaemin brought you to an amusement park. you see him running in front of you happily. jaemin was about to turn around, and you remembered that exactly after that he smiled at you. but he doesn’t. you realise that its not even jaemin.

the one you’re seeing now is the guy from your previous flashback. the polaroid guy. he smiled the exact same way he did when he took the picture of you in the flashback. the guy reaches out to take your hand and you’re being pulled towards him. why does it feel like you’ve seen him somewhere? or maybe you haven’t, but feel like you would some time in the future.

“eva? god, evaline! wake up please!” you hear jaehyun’s voice.

“did it happened agai-“

“it happened again.”

you look around. everything was back to normal. you look at jaehyun. but his eyes were fixated on your foot, he looks shocked. you slowly tilt your head down to look at the number on your right foot. it changed. the number.. reshuffled themselves?

“you’re seeing that too right..?”

you nod your head slowly. its getting more weird. the number on your foot said that you’ll meet your “soulmate” on february 12th, 2020 at 7:06pm. but now, it changed itself to become december 6th, 2020 at 2:19am.

basically it went from 12.02.2020 19:06 to 06.12.2020 02:19

“did i space out again?” you look up at jaehyun as he nod slowly, still looking at your foot in shock. you couldn’t blame him. what happen? did it somehow extended the time you’re about to meet your soulmate? why did it happen? what does it mean?

you told jaehyun what happen. and he almost fainted. you let out a long sigh.

“im telling you its a sign. probably the guy you’re seeing is your soulmate.” jaehyun says lazily and he muched on some strawberry pocky.

“then why was jaemin in the flashback too? isnt it weird?” jaehyun nods his head quickly. he puts down the pack of pocky on his lap and blinks a couple of times. you see the gears turning in his head as you assume that he’s trying to come up with an explanation.

“maybe jaemin’s tied to the guy? like maybe jaemin knows him. or the dude’s from your past life and somehow jaemin is representing the guy in your present life.” jaehyun looks down to see his pocky was stolen from you. you nod your head and you continuously stuffed each stick into your mouth and eating them. “urgh i dont fucking know what to do about this!” you groan in frustration. suddenly, something hits you.

“wait. what’s today’s date?”

jaehyun lifts his phone up to check. “30th november. why?” jaehyun asks. “oh wait.”

“you’re telling me i have a full week until i meet my so called soulmate that i dont even know where ill meet him?!”

you scoff in disbelief. jaehyun doesnt respond, only staring at your face like he’s seen a ghost.

“can i somehow break someone’s neck and slam it on the wall for like i dont know, 5 hours?!”

no reply from jaehyun once again.

“oh for fuck’s sake i cant do this! im heading to johnny’s tea shop for my depression tea. meet me there if you want, i’ll probably be there the whole day as my head constantly spins.”

you quickly got up from the couch and get ready. jaehyun sees you coming out of your room with a hoodie and plain wide legged jeans. you only grab your phone and keys and waved jaehyun goodbye before leaving the apartment. jaehyun sighs.

“i might have set her temper circuit short.” jaehyun whispers to himself and sighs, getting off the couch as well to head over to johnny’s tea shop. “literally could have drove her there but oh well.”

when you enter the shop, johnny face lit up with a huge smile. he runs over to hug you but his smile soon fades away and into a confused look when he sees how pissed you look.

“that’s very... interesting.” johnny comments. you sigh and nod, fiddling with the teaspoon in your drink. “yeah well its not going to be fun once jaemin knows.” johnny stops in his actions and looks up at you. your eyes glanced at johnny before tilting your head up from the drink that wrapped around your hands.

“yes i haven’t told jaemin. i didn’t think it meant anything at first but now...”

“you have to tell him! soon! its a sign!” johnny exclaims. you smacked your hand onto your forehead lightly. “i’ve heard that phrase countless of times by jaehyun and now you too? can you please explain?” you whine, scratching your head vigorously as you argrily take a sip of tea.

you were stressed, very stressed. life was going so well until this happened. you dont know who the mystery guy is. you dont know why he’s “memories” with you suddenly come back, especially when you’re in a really intimate relationship with jaemin. the same question keeps repeating in your head over and over each day and it gets more stressful when you try to think of an answer for them.

“no no listen. it happened to my relative. she was 3 months away from marrying her boyfriend who’s number doesnt match hers. and then she started getting weird flashbacks and she said that the number on her foot changed so that she wouldn’t miss a chance to meet her soulmate in the future instead of the past. and the so called memories? they’re memories that you’ll make with your soulmate once you meet them. the world is trying to make you realise that the guy in your flashbacks is your soulmate and not jaemin.”

you kept silent. so what jaehyun said was right. it was a sign to encourage you to find your real soulmate instead of settling for the one you arent meant to be with. you let out a sigh of relief as you finally know the background information to your whole situation.

“that’s a lot to take in.. how am i suppose to tell jaemin?” you frown as you look out the window. you love jaemin, very much. but to be honest, for the whole 2 years of your relationship with him, everything felt perfect, yet something was off. you never managed to pin point what, until now.

“oh i texted him just now when you were talking to me and he’s coming since he wants to see you.” great. you arent mentally prepared to tell jaemin yet and he’s going to arrive here in 15 minutes.

“evaline! johnny texted me saying you were here and i immediately rushed over.” jaemin comes up from behind and kisses your cheek. you purse your lips into a thin line and you look to johnny leaving his seat. he nods his head, in a way to give you confidence to tell jaemin about the whole ordeal.

“jaemin.. i have to tell you something.” when jaemin takes the seat where johnny sat, you reach your hand out to grab his, slowly soothing your thumb over his skin. “mhm yeah what?” you look up from his hand to his face.

“ive been getting um.. signs lately. flashbacks. jaehyun told me that the guy, who’s always the main subject of my flashbacks could be my soulmate. and i might be meeting him soon, on 6th december.” you whisper to him, biting your lip.

jaemin swallows his own saliva, blinking at you a few times as he tries to process what you said. he lets out a long sigh and painfully puts on a soft smile.

“i knew it was going to happen to one of us sooner. ive heard about the flashbacks. its bound to happen sooner or later.” you nod your head in response.

“im sorry, jaemin. i love you very much-“

“its fine. i understand. im glad the world made you realise that you’re soulmate is still wondering around somewhere, and that it isnt me. im happy i got to spend 2 years loving you.. it made me feel good.” you interlocked your fingers with his, smiling softly before letting go.

you could tell jaemin was hurt. like a knife was stabbed into his heart. you see it behind his smile, his eyes. you knew him all too well.

“we’ll still be friends. and i hope you’re soulmate will come to you.”

jaemin only nods. you lean in and give one last passionate kiss on the cheek before hearing the bell above the door ringing, and noticing that jaehyun has arrived.

december 3rd, 2020. you’re three days away to meeting your soulmate. where? you werent sure.

“good morning, evaline.” you hear jaehyun say. you just got out of bed and you were walking to the kitchen when you see what jaehyun was doing. he’s reading a book. your vision went blank.

its another flashback. you start to mentally prepare yourself as yoh want to absorb as much information as possible on your soulmate in the small portion of the memories.

“the book’s is interesting.” you’re hearing your soulmates voice. you try to figure out if you’ve heard it or not, but shake it out of your head when yoh remember your goal of gathering information. you registered the tone of his voice.

he’s sitting on a bed with round gold glasses on, in his pajamas.

your soulmate laughs. the same way he did the first time. he turns the book to you and it showed his phone betweem the pages of the book, resting there. “just joking!” you hear him say. you take a look at the wallpaper of your soulmate’s lockscreen. it was a picture of him kissing your cheek. it looked oddly the same as the picture you and jaemin once took together. however, there was a text above the picture. evaline heather and lee jeno

lee jeno. that’s the name of your soulmate.

december 5th, 2020. you’re starting to mentally prepare yourself. you dont know where you’re about to meet him. you tried coming up with all possibilities. to be frank, you were more excited about whether the places you thought of might be the place you meet your soulmate rather than being nervous.

the three flashbacks you had. it felt all too familiar. like you’ve known this lee jeno person forever. you feel the connection each time.

when the clock strikes 12am, your mind unknowingly decides to go to the park. the park where you and jaemin first met. you dont know why. it felt like your body was urging you to go there. you lazily got ready and headed out the door, of course you told jaehyun about your outing before leaving the apartment.

you had your hands shoved into your pockets with your hoodie on as you yawned. you breathed in the night air, admiring it dearly. when you reached the park, a quick glance at your phone told you that its 2am. you sigh and took a seat on the bench mindlessly after walking around the park.

you sat there for a few minutes, looking up into the sky and staring off into the distance. suddenly, you felt a presence next to you. you turn your head over to see a guy.

“you seemed pretty lonely so i brought ice cream-“

that voice.

“what’s your name?” you interrupt

the guy pauses and smiles. his face, his smile. its just like the one in your flashback.

“lee jeno. you?”

you didn’t reply. its him. he’s your soulmate, he’s here.

“why does it feel like ive known you for a very long time..?” you slowly started to ask as your eyes looked at him up and down.

jeno chuckles. “maybe..” you see jeno taking off his slipper on his right foot and lifting up his foot. you see the exact number that’s engraved on your foot.

“im your soulmate.”

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sweetkyu · 4 years

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blue | sunwoo

genre: angst, fluff.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 3.7k

n/a: i was inspired by some of jaden's songs to write this fic, this is the first time i post something so be kind hehe

i lost the count of how long i was standing in the middle of my living room, watching the rain fall down through the balcony door, holding onto my cup of chamomile tea with both hands. my mind had already given all the laps around the world as i just stood there. eyes locked to the world outside. empty head, no thoughts. nothing but kim sunwoo breaking into tears when i decided to end our relationship, three months ago. every day has been painful and sorrowful like this, since then. of course sometimes i can manage to just take a deep breath and try to live a day without thinking too much about it. today is the worst day until now because it's the day we would complete five years of dating, that is if we were together. to celebrate it, we had plans of traveling to norway to see the northern lights, a dream we dreamed together since we were kids.

i met kim sunwoo way before he became the boyz' main rapper sunwoo. i could never think that i would be this crazy in love with him when we met, but we don't know nothing about fate, i guess. and me and sunwoo, we were destined to be together, made for each other just like adam and eve. we have so much in common, we share the same dreams, we want to achieve the same things. our moms were university best friends, we didn't have much contact as kids, until the day our mothers decided to put us on the same school to study together... but why would they do that? nobody ever thought we were going to fall in love with each other, but when it happened, to our families it was just perfect. however, ten years after the first day in school together and here we are, here i am completely devastated and drowned in regret, chasing for sunwoo in every place. i thought i would be strong after all these years of relationship, after all the silly fights and misunderstandings i thought i would be able to ignore everything and stay by him, for him. and still i didn't.

his fans knew everything about us, since we started dating before he debuted. i was always there, at all concerts, fanmeetings, music shows. whenever i had the time, i was there in the backstage. deobis were mostly okay with us being together, some of them had social media accounts dedicated for us, i would see everything... and by everything, i mean literally. especially the fans who would hate me and send me messages saying that they wanted me dead, that sunwoo would be better off without me and so much more. that was when i became weak and started to believe in them. that was when my life became a mess in all areas, i was going through a major crisis in my job, my father was sick, some close friends stopped talking to me for no reason at all and sunwoo was on a one-month tour in japan. i was feeling lost, lonely, and i had to do something.

it was raining just like today on that night. i was preparing another cup of tea for me, my third round that day, when he got into the apartment. sunwoo was happy that he was finally home, he would tell stories about the tour and i would just pretend i was listening to them. he could notice something was off and asked me about it. in a whisper i replied him, "i wanna break up". it got silent for long and hard seconds, until i collected courage enough to look at him. the most painful thing i've ever seen, little did i know that scene would be tattoed in my mind for months. beautiful round eyes that i adore so much locking the tears so they wouldn't fall down, he nibbled at his bottom lip before asking "are you serious?" and i took a deep breath before nodding my head as a yes. sunwoo, then, began with the questions, demanding to know where all of that came from considering that we were so happy together. i was rude in my answers, saying that i was tired of the relationship and that i needed some time for myself. moments later and sunwoo went out, slamming the door behind him after i claimed that was the end.

i've been living under this nightmare ever since, hating myself more every second because i was the one who put myself under this situation, who put sunwoo under this situation. for the past six months i had to just watch sunwoo through his work and social media, and sometimes i would know two or three things about him through chanhee, his fellow groupmate and best friend. chanhee was the only one who knew the truth about the break up and i made him swear he wouldn't tell no one, especially sunwoo, and so he did. in exchange, three months after, chanhee let me know about a mixtape sunwoo would release, mixtape which came out earlier today at midnight. i was kinda excited about this, it is his first solo work and i know how much he wanted to create something with his own touch, his own feeling. the mixtape is called 'blue' and it has only four songs, each named with every letter of the word blue. the songs tell a story on their own, so they make better sense if listened in order and all at once. in the lyrics, he talks about everything he had won as an artist and all that he lost because of that, all in a confused mix of feelings, sometimes full of anger and other times he would sound calm, and it's pretty clear that he is talking about me when he mentions a girl. since his group is now one of the most popular boy groups in korea, it didn't take long for his so waited mixtape to reach #1 in all digital platforms. i was so happy for him and so proud of his work, i even typed a text to send him but i just couldn't press the send button. instead, i expressed my happiness to chanhee, who was extremely comprehensive like always.

as expected, i spent the entire day of today listening to this goddamn mixtape. every time i would hear his painful words it was like someone was putting a knife into my heart and, oh god, why did i brought so much suffering into this boy's life? this question kept on hammering my head the entire day until i decided i wouldn't listen to it anymore. i finished my shift at work without listening to any music, the background sound would be enough to make me company. i got into the subway with my coworkers just like any other day, they would say something about going out since it was friday and i would pretend i had some other important thing to do. and now, looking at all this rain that is falling outside, i think it was the best i could have done. i look at the clock ticking on the wall and although it's not even 10pm i decide to call it a day. i turn off the tv, let the empty mug by the kitchen sink and drag myself to the bedroom, laying down on my bed, getting comfortable around my pillows and under my fluffy blanket, letting the sleep take full control of my body.

it's still dark outside when i finally managed to free myself from the dream i was having. a dream where everything was fine and i could be found inside sunwoo's loving arms again, feeling his heart beat against mine, smelling his scent, hearing his sweet nothings being whispered at me. but then, so sudden, i looked deep into his eyes and recalled that it was only a dream. i would cry so hard while he would just look at me with a smile on his face. it's been a while since i had dreams like this one. i woke up with tears falling from my eyes, body shaking from head to toes. it took me a while to calm down, when i finally did i decide to have a glass of cold water. after going to the kitchen to drink it, i find my forgotten cellphone onto the dinner table. once i unlock it, i find some unread messages from chanhee.

[00:14] choi chanhee: y/n, i'm sorry but i think it's better for me to tell you

[00:14] choi chanhee: we were at a bar, sunwoo was drunk and started talking about you, saying he had to see you and he left

[00:15] choi chanhee: anyways he is going to your place, we couldn't stop him i'm sorry

[00:15] choi chanhee: call any of us if he acts weird okay? he seems to be out of himself this days...

i let out a heavy sigh after seeing the messages were sent forty minutes ago, he will be here any time soon. to see sunwoo right now is what i want the most, surely, without any doubts. i miss him with everything that i have. but at the same time i don't feel ready enough for this, i'm not in my best moment, i don't know how i will react when i look at him; once it will be our first encounter after everything that happened between us. without noticing, i start pacing back and forth in my living room, feeling confused and nervous, anxiety growing inside me one more time that night and i feel my legs losing their strength, i sit by the couch as i try to take deep breaths in order to calm myself down again. this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this-- my thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell, followed by knocks on the door. i don't know how but i manage to get up and walk to the door with my jelly-like legs. i don't need to check before opening it. just like i had dreamed moments ago, sunwoo is right in front of me. dark circles around his beautiful eyes, the tip of the nose a bit red and he smells like he has been drinking and smoking for the past few hours. he is wearing black hoodies, black pants and black converse. all black, just the way he likes. i'm still giving no reactions, blinking at the sight of him, hoping for this to be another dream.

"hi" it’s all i can say.

"c-chanhee told me, y/n" he hiccups, taking a deep breath after "he told me everything" i look at him, trying to come up with a sentence but i just can't talk "a-about the haters and how that made you break up with me"

"sunwoo, i--" i stop in the middle of the sentence, couldn't finish because he literally jumped into my arms. a couple minutes later, i close the door behind us before readjusting his arms around me. with the head against his chest i can feel his heart bumping fast and his chin hovering above my head, and somehow it is recomforting. we stay like this for a couple moments, i stop feeling nervous and anxious as i feel his arms around me, calming me down, until his sobbing come into my ears "are you okay?" he nods, kissing the top of my head.

"i just..." i lift my head to look at him, red teary eyes looking deep into my eyes "why didn't you tell me, y/n? huh?" he holds my face with both hands "you can't do this, my love. how can you believe in what other people say when you know i'll love you forever?" he puts his forehead against mine and mumbles "please come back to me, i miss you so much"

"sunwoo..." i take a deep breath and whisper "i don't know..."

"please, my love, please... i do anything!" his breath smells like alcohol "if you want me to leave the group, i'll do that right now!"

"stop saying nonsense, you know you can't do that!" i shake off his hands away slightly and he seems pretty offended, getting some steps away and looking back at me with angry but still sad eyes, tears now running down his cheeks without permission. a muscle in his jaw twitches making him look scary, yet i'm not afraid.

"it isn't nonsense! it's the truth!" he shouts "how could you believe those words when i am madly in love with you?--" sunwoo paces around the living room, hands messing his hair as if he was having an attack.

"sunwoo, you're screaming--"

"i can't eat, i can't sleep! all i can think about is you!" he takes a deep breath “i have my own pride! you can’t do this to me--”

"it's late, please lower your voice--"

“you can’t just leave me sick like this!” i scratch my forehead at his screamed words “you can’t throw away what we had, not this way!”

“sunwoo, please--”

"why did you have to do this?” he goes on “we've been together for so long, how could you let us just fall all apart?"

"sunwoo..."

"i can't breathe when you're not with me, y/n! fuck!" he slaps the flower pot that once was on top of the table, making it fall into the ground and break into pieces.

"oh my god, kim sunwoo! stop acting like crazy! look what you did!" he stares at me, gasping. i feel my cheeks getting red at the sudden wave of mixed feelings.

"i'm s-sorry" sunwoo looks to the ground and sighs before dropping on his knees, hysterically sobbing "it hurts so much, y/n. you're my everything! i can't stay away from you anymore" he lets out while crying "now why... why would you?" i don't know what to do, but i still keep watching him while holding back some tears.

it doesn't take too much until i can't take this agonizing scene anymore. i know he is tired and confused and i'm definitely not on the mood to fight, that's why i kneel down in front of him and let my hands cup his cheeks. i lift his head, taking a good look at his face as i start to wipe his teardrops away, still fighting back my tears, feeling my heart break into tiny little pieces "why don't you take a shower so you can calm down and then if you're not too tired we talk this through, huh? what do you say?" he opens a sad smile and nods, softly leaning his head against my hand as he searches for more of my touches.

with a certain difficulty, i manage to get him back on his feet but somehow he lost his balance, hardly being able to stand on his feet, so i help him walk to the bathroom while he keeps on muttering that he is sorry for everything and that he wants me back, making this even harder. once we are in the bathroom, i help him with his clothes before pushing him under the shower, i open the faucet, letting the water fall on his head.

"ah! it's cold!" he complains in a hiss, hugging his now naked body.

"i know, but you need it" i close the bathroom shower door, hearing as he mumbles something about not having extra clothes, making me sigh at the fact that he had forgotten that he owns at least three drawers in my dresser.

i walk back to the living room and clean up the mess sunwoo made. when finished, i decide to have a couple more glasses of water to calm down. i still can't believe this is happening. i draw in a long breath as i walk to the bedroom, i open one of sunwoo's drawers, which is exactly the same way it was the day he left. i pick up some clothes for him and soon when i stop hearing the sound of the water falling, i get back into the bathroom to hand sunwoo his clothes. he shyly thanks me before i walk out the room to give him some privacy. few minutes go by until sunwoo shows up in the room, wearing the navy blue pajamas i picked for him, dragging his body to the bed, where i am sitting on.

"i'm sorry, my love. sorry i'm a mess up" he mumbles, stopping in front of me, just by the look on his eyes i can feel that he is completely exhausted, like he would sleep for an entire day if he could. i don't say much, sighing only before getting up to take his hand and sit him down on the bed. i take the towel away from his hands and start to dry off his hair. i feel his hand touch my waist lightly, his thumbs caressing my skin over the material of my shirt, touches ever so soft just like his voice when he whispered "don't be mad at me"

"i'm not" i quickly answer back.

"yes, you are. you're not even looking at me, y/n" he puts his hands on my hands, making any movement of mine stop and then i finally look into his now swollen eyes, all i can see is sadness and sorrow.

"i'm not mad, sunwoo. i just don't like seeing you like that," i try not to cry but it's barely impossible "it makes me sad and it's even worse to know that you're suffering because of me" he wraps his arms around my waist when i drop the towel to the bed, covering my face as i sob uncontrollably.

i find shelter in sunwoo's arms moments later, when he makes me sit on his lap. i curl myself up inside his embrace, snuggling my nose on his neck and feeling his fingers going back and forth on my skin, sometimes he would kiss my temper and whisper some words, reminding me that he was there with me, calming me down.

"i'm so, so sorry for all of this" i hear myself saying after long minutes went by, he holds my face on his hands, looking deep into my crying eyes "i was weak and made us suffer this badly" he nods at my words "i was in a bad place back then, i thought you wouldn't understand and got us all stuck in this even worse nightmare" he runs his thumb across my cheeks, wiping away some teardrops "i should've talked to you but i was afraid..."

"there was nothing for you to be afraid of, my love... we would have talked this through and find a solution together" i bob my head in comprehension as i feel his fingers put a lock of my hair behind my ear, tears falling silently this time "just like we will find one now, you are not alone. i’m with you, y/n"

"i'm so happy that you are here, sunwoo..." i let out in a whisper and i can watch his lips curve into a smile "i tried to text you before but i just couldn't" he nods.

"i understand, y/n. and it's totally fine" we grin at each other “and i’m sorry i didn’t call all this time and--” he is interrupted by a sudden yawn that makes us laugh, he apologizes right after "sorry, my love, i'm just feeling tired" he blinks lazily as i cross my hand through his hair.

"no, babe, i'm sorry for putting you up to this at this time, we should've talked in the morning" sunwoo shakes his head in denial, mumbling that it's okay "let's call it a day, shall we?" he nods once again that night.

"perfect idea, my love" i smile at him.

my hand fall from his hair to his chin as i put the other one on his shoulder. i lean myself and only closed my eyes after i saw sunwoo closing his, i get closer and closer until our lips locked. our kiss is small at first, slow and soft as if we were afraid of hurting each other but soon it grew bigger and full of desire. it was like my kiss had woken him up, his hands are now everywhere; first holding my cheeks then running down my arms until he got them on my waist, pulling me closer as if it is even possible. my own hands flew to the back of his head without me even notice and i feel his ones running up and down my spine, then holding me close.

"i love you, y/n" he mumbles in between our making out session, lowering his kisses down my neck and shoulder.

"i love you too, love you so much" i let out in a whine, panting under his caresses and this makes him smile. sunwoo stops all the kissing and leans his body backwards for a moment, taking his time to look on my face. good thing is that i can take a good look at his as well. he is gasping through his big and swollen red lips, black hair still a bit humid because i didn't make a good job at drying them, beautiful and swollen eyes that had stopped crying now stare at me with passion, making me feel like i am the prettiest woman on the planet, shirt all messy on his body and i swear this is the most beautiful scene i have seen, the dim lights from the bedside lamp only helping him to look even better.

"please don't you ever leave me again, my love" sunwoo prays in a whisper, one hand going up my cheek and i put mine above it "i don't know what i'll do without you" i lean my head to give his caressing hand a kiss.

"i'm not going anywhere" a smile dances on his lips and then he pulls me closer, making us fall on the bed and laugh together at it, before sunwoo kisses me again.

three months ago when he left, i could feel an emptiness growing inside of me, as if sunwoo had taken a piece of me along with him. but now i can assure that the hollow space i was feeling before sunwoo entered my apartment earlier today, that feeling is gone. kim sunwoo had always been that one source of happiness in my life and i don't know how i had the courage to doubt that nor how i managed to live all this time without him. again, we are like adam and eve. we are not perfect, we make mistakes, we are simply soulmates, born to be together. and i know that from now on i'm going to be fine, we are going to be happy.

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It was just another day at the Oowada household. The sun was shining through blinds in the smallish bedroom, birds chirping their usual song outside. It was an amazing day outside and anyone would be happy just looking out there. Everyone except one person.

It was the one year anniversary of Daiya’s death. The gang leader had died from a terrible accident. He’d been driving one day when a car, a self driving car, had hit him going 60 miles per hour. Even thinking about it made Mondo want to break down sobbing. Even all this time later. But especially that day.

The man tried to go back to sleep from a nightmare, even though it was nearly noon. Mondo heard the door to his room open, even more light flooding into his room. He grumbled something under his breath and remained under his comforter. A moment later, a hand gently gripped his shoulder, shaking him a bit.

“It is currently 11:49 am. It is time to get ready for today Oowada-kun.” a familiar voice said. Mondo sighed and sat up, rubbing his temples. He already just wanted to go back to sleep.

“Yeah, whatever tin man. Can you at least leave so I can change?” the biker said in a groggy, aggravated voice. He looked over at his android, Ishimaru.

“Yes, of course.” the android said with a small bow, leaving the room. He closed the door behind him and headed for the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Ishimaru had been Mondo’s android for a while. Daiya had brought him home one day and said he could help out around the house and such. That was Taka’s main purpose of course. Mondo seemed a bit skeptical, but he trusted his brother. The android had actually been a big help. Their apartment didn’t look like a pigsty anymore at least.

Ishimaru stayed and did his job, even after Daiya was gone. Things were definitely different though. He noticed how Mondo would come back even later than before, usually either hurt or drunk. Everytime Ishimaru offered to help Mondo though, the biker would just yell at him and say he was fine. Taka’s coding prevented him from doing anything more though, so he just had to watch all this happen.

There were some times though, usually when Mondo was drunk, when he would talk to the android about his pain. About how much not having Daiya hurt. And each time, Ishimaru couldn’t do much but comfort Mondo to the best of his ability. It usually didn’t go well though. ‘How can a piece of plastic help me?! You can’t even feel anything! You don’t know what it’s like!’ Mondo would say. Still, Ishimaru was always there.

After getting dressed, Mondo walked out of his room, seeing Ishimaru cooking in the kitchen. He didn’t pay much attention to the android though. The biker made his way into the living room, sitting down on the old sofa. When anyone sat down, you could hear the springs being pressed down with a “squeak!”

Mondo turned the TV on, watching the first thing that came on. The news reporter, seemingly a middle aged man with some grey hairs, started talking about the latest new story.

“More and more androids have been wreaking havoc in our cities. Many homicides and other shocking cases have been caused by cyberlife’s technology.” the man said in a serious voice. The screen cut to an interview with one of the cyberlife engineers, a reporter asking the employee a ton of questions. Ishimaru watched the television from the kitchen. His LED light flashed yellow for a moment before he focused on the food again. He put the pancakes, eggs and fruit he prepared on a plate, walking over to the living room.

“Your food is ready Oowada.” the android announced, setting the plate on the table. “I will bring your coffee over in a moment.” Ishimaru added, walking back over to the kitchen. Mondo didn’t say a word to the android, continuing to focus on the TV.

Ishimaru took the pot out of the coffee maker and poured it into a plain white mug. He also grabbed a fork and knife from the silverware drawer. The android grabbed a few napkins on his way back to the living room and carefully placed everything by the plate of food. Mondo gave him a quick “thanks.”

“Is there any other way I can assist you Oowada?” Ishimaru asked, his gaze set on the biker.

“No, that’s all. Now fuckin’ leave me alone.” Mondo said grumpily, glaring up at the android. Ishimaru simply nodded and started to clean up around the apartment.

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Ishimaru had just got done washing the dishes from dinner. The sun was nearly gone, but it was just as loud outside, cars honking at each other and such. It was almost 10pm and Mondo was still sitting on the couch, looking at the TV. He seemed so much more empty and angry than usual. That was understandable though.

To Taka’s surprise, Mondo got up from the couch and stretched with a sigh. “Are you going out again tonight?” Ishimaru asked the tall man as he walked out of the living area.

“Yeah. I am.” Mondo responded bluntly. He stopped at the kitchen area, looking back at the android. Mondo thought for a moment and then sighed, crossing his arms.

“Wanna come with me or somethin’?” Mondo asked the android. Oowada thought it would be best to bring Ishimaru with him. Just in case he got too drunk to call a taxi for himself. Plus he didn’t quite want to be alone, even if Ishimaru wasn’t a “real person”.

“I am not programmed to make my own choices. I only follow and obey orders.” Ishimaru replied. Mondo rolled his eyes and started walking away. “Come with me then.” he muttered, disappearing into his room. The android stood for a moment, then went back to finishing up the dishes.

A little bit later, Mondo walked back into the kitchen area, his hair made up in a pompadour. Ishimaru stood still, waiting for Mondo to speak, but he just grabbed his keys and walked over to the door. Oowada opened it and stood in the doorway, looking back at Ishimaru.

“Well, are you coming?” Mondo asked in an irritated tone, his voice a bit louder than normal. The android then quickly made his way over to the biker, following him out of the apartment.

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They arrived at a parking garage not too far from their destination, parking the vehicle in a free space. It was surprisingly busy that day. Mondo and Ishimaru got out of the vehicle and started walking. Ishimaru looked straight in front of him, not saying a word. Mondo thought the lack of conversation was getting a little awkward.

“Isn’t there anything you want to talk about? Or do you only ever follow orders?” Oowada asked, looking down at the android.

“That is correct. Androids don’t typically have much to talk about. We are not programmed to have interests.” Ishimaru responded, not looking at the larger man. Mondo nodded, and looked down at the sidewalk, crossing his arms. “That sounds pretty shitty.” the biker mumbled.

Ishimaru looked at Mondo curiously, his red eyes focused on him. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Mondo shrugged and looked back at Ishimaru. “Cyberlife or whatever brags about how human-like their androids are but they really only look like humans. You don’t act or sound like people. You’re just cool looking robots.” he explained. Taka’s LED light flashed yellow once again, looking back in front of him.

“My model at least is only made to serve people. There is no reason to include things like emotions. It’s considered a virus if an android like myself feels things.” Ishimaru tells Mondo.

For a moment, Oowada felt bad for Ishimaru. Of course he knew that machines feeling things could end up badly, but something about it still felt wrong. He shouldn’t feel bad for an android though. There was no point in doing so, right?

Soon enough, the two found themselves at the bar, the bright sign glowing on them. Ishimaru could see a sign on the door that read “NO ANDROIDS,” and stood outside the building as Mondo walked in.

The android didn’t really know what to do. For whatever reason, Mondo hadn’t taken him to an android station, and the man wasn’t giving him any orders. And so Ishimaru just stood there, looking around at his surroundings. Some people found him just sitting there a bit creepy.

After a half hour of sitting outside, Ishimaru saw Mondo walk out of the building with another man. They walked to the back of the building where they couldn’t be seen, raising Ishimaru’s curiosity.

Ishimaru walked around to the side of the building, looking at the two from the corner of the brick wall. He heard them both yelling profanities at each other, both their words slurred. Taka’s light turned yellow, continuing to watch the two men.

It was mostly just pointless insults and empty threats until they both started fighting. Ishimaru immediately came and walked over to the area in the back. “Gentleman, please calm down.” the android said in a serious voice. “Awe yer wittle android is here ta save ya huh?” the stranger snickered. Mondo looked over at Ishimaru and furrowed his brows. “Don’t fuckin’ move dumbass!” He yelled. The other man punched Mondo in the face, a sick grin present on his features. Oowada growled and fought back, punches being exchanged between the two. Taka wanted to do something, but he had to listen to Mondo, right?

Right?

Not even five minutes later, the stranger pulled out a handgun, pointing it at Mondo. “Don’t you dare fucking move or i’ll shoot’cha!” The man stated, looking Oowada dead in the eyes. “Does it look like I’m scared a ya?!” the biker said, glaring at the stranger.

‘What is he doing?!’ Ishimaru thought. Thought?

The android gulped and took a step closer. This made the man point his weapon at Ishimaru, making Taka stop. “Ya better not move either!” he yelled. Ishimaru looked over at Mondo, trying to seem calm.

“Mondo! Go! Run!” Ishimaru shouted over at Oowada. “No! I’m gonna give this guy the beatin’ he deserves dammit!” He replied angrily. “And you better not do shit!” he added.

Ishimaru had to obey his owner’s commands. It was in his code. So why did he feel the need to save him? Why did he feel the need to defy his orders? This wasn’t right, Ishimaru knew it. But he needed to keep Oowada safe.

The stranger had pointed his weapon over at Mondo, not wanting him to do anything. Ishimaru took this opportunity to act. He kicked the unknown man in the shins as hard as he could, making the stranger fall to the ground and drop his weapon. Taka quickly ran over to Mondo and put his arm around him, dragging him out of the area. “Come on, we have to go!” Ishimaru exclaimed as Mondo protested.

“I told ya not ta do anythin’, asshole! I could’ve handled myself ya know!” Mondo shouted at Taka, trying to shake out of his grasp.

“You were going to get yourself hurt. You already are hurt from fighting.” Ishimaru retorted, furrowing his brows.

“Still! Aren’t ya supposed to follow orders or whatever anyways?!” Oowada continued, looking at Ishimaru. Taka tried to ignore him, knowing this was not normal nor permitted.

Ishimaru heard the stranger start yelling at them again and quickened his pace, still holding onto Mondo. There was a bus stop just a bit away and he could see the bus approaching. Taka tried to go into a sprint with Mondo pushing and yelling at him at the same time. Right as soon as the stranger from before started getting close, Ishimaru got Mondo and himself on the bus. The doors closed and Taka turned to put Mondo in a seat.

“Ya shoulda let me at em’!” Oowada kept saying, still pretty drunk. Ishimaru sighed and sat in the seat next to Mondo, folding his hands on his lap. “No, I shouldn’t have. You would have gotten even more injured.” Taka repeated, looking over at Mondo. Oowada just grumbled and continued to complain.

Not even five minutes later, Mondo was passed out, his head leaning on Ishimaru’s shoulder. For some odd reason, it gave Taka a warm feeling. He smiled softly and looked out the window. He’d always enjoyed Mondo’s company, even if he was difficult at times, but this was...different. Ishimaru figured that he shouldn’t worry about it too much. His main priority at the moment was making sure Mondo would be okay.

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After having to deal with Mondo’s complaining and such again, Ishimaru got him back to the apartment. Taka unlocked the door and opened it, guiding Oowada to the bathroom. Once he got to set the biker in the bathtub, he went back and closed the door, locking it. He made his way back to the washroom and found Mondo starting to fall asleep again, mumbling incoherently. Ishimaru turned the shower on, cold water soaking Mondo’s clothes and ruining his hair. Oowada stuttered, processing everything.

“What the- why’d ya do that?!” Mondo stammered, looking at Ishimaru. “I figured it was a quick way to sober you up.” Ishimaru replied bluntly.

Oowada sat up a bit more and sighed, turning off the water. “Well you were definitely right,” Mondo mumbled, crossing his arms.

A moment passed, neither of them making a sound. Taka took it upon himself to fill the silence. “Do you remember anything that happened?” Ishimaru asked Mondo, sitting on the side of the tub. Oowada thought for a minute, looking down.

“Not really. I remember have a few more drinks than usual, getting in a fight and-” Mondo paused, his eyes going wide. He quickly skittered out of the bathtub. “You-you...I told you to…” the biker tried to continue, but nothing came out. Ishimaru knew what he was thinking about though.

“...Yes. I went against your orders. But I...I’m very sorry.” Ishimaru responded quietly, looking down. “I needed to protect you. You have fought so, so hard and I wasn’t going to let you die there because of some stranger!” Taka continued, his voice getting louder. “I care about you probably more than I should, and I needed you to be safe! I-” he cut himself off, tightly grabbing the cloth of his white pants.

“I know what happens after this. I know what happens to...to deviants.” Ishimaru stated, trying to remain strong. He felt scared though. About what his inevitable fate was. About feeling anything. “Before you return me, I want to say something though. It’s been-” Mondo cut the deviant off, grabbing the collar of his shirt. Tears were in the bikers eyes, rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m not just going to throw you away! You-you saved me dammit!” Oowada shouted shakily, sniffiling. Ishimaru looked at Mondo, shocked by his words. “Wh...what?” Taka stuttered, looking back at Mondo. His ruby red eyes were wide in surprise.

“But...I went against your orders. I went against my code. I'm defective. Why would you want a defective android?” Ishimaru asked, frowning a bit. Mondo growled, pulling Ishimaru closer.

“Because! You’ve been the only-only thing here for me! The only thing who seems to care about me anymore! You risked your life to save me from getting fucking shot!” Oowada replied, tears continuing to fall from his cheeks. Ishimaru was still silent, dumbfounded by the man in front of him.

“Are you still intoxicated?” Taka asked, not knowing what else to say. Mondo was quiet for a moment before laughing a bit. It had been the first time Ishimaru saw Oowada smile in a year. It made the same warm feeling as before return.

“No, I’m not drunk. Well, at least not as drunk as before.” the biker responded, letting go of Ishimaru. Taka’s feet connected with the ground once again, his gaze still focused on Mondo.

“So...you aren’t going to get rid of me?” Ishimaru asked, making sure he was hearing things right. There had to be something wrong with his audio processor. Oowada shook his head, slightly smiling at Taka.

“Nah, I couldn’t trash ya now. I’m too attached or whatever,” Mondo said with a small laugh. Ishimaru couldn’t help but smile a bit as well, starting to tear up. The deviant laughed lightly, wiping his eyes. He didn’t know what these new feelings were. It was all very confusing.

Mondo noticed Ishimaru’s teary eyes and panicked a little, giving Ishimaru a bit of a concerned look.

“Are you alright? Oh god did I say something fucked up?” Oowada asked worriedly. Ishimaru shook his head, a smile still on his face. “No, it is actually the opposite!” Taka said, looking up at Mondo. They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, just lost in the moment.

“I do hope you don’t think of me in a negative light now. I promise I do not have bad intentions.” Ishimaru said, looking to the side. “I know recently other deviants have been doing quite awful things.” he added with a small frown. Mondo shook his head, his gaze still on Ishimaru.

“It’s fine. I thought the old emotionless machine you was kind fuckin’ creepy anyways,” Oowada said with a small laugh, crossing his arms once again. Ishimaru opened his mouth to respond, but sighed. “I suppose you are right to a degree.” Taka admitted. Mondo chuckled a little bit.

“What do you think about emotions and shit?” Oowada asked Ishimaru curiously. Taka hummed and thought for a moment, looking back at Mondo. “It’s...confusing,” he started. “But I am sure I can figure it all out with you!” Ishimaru said enthusiastucally. For whatever reason, Oowada blushed ever so slightly and smiled.

“I still don’t know to handle me emotions if i’m being honest. I’ve had them for my whole life and it’s still confusing as hell,” Mondo responded with a chuckle. Ishimaru put a hand on Mondo’s shoulder and grinned up at him. Oowada didn’t think he’d ever see such a bright smile from an android. Before Mondo would think any further, Taka spoke up.

“Well, then we could figure it out together!” Ishimaru said cheerfully. Mondo felt his cheeks heat up a little more, looking into Taka’s rose colored eyes.

For the first time in a year, Mondo felt as if he wasn’t as alone. It was a bit weird to him, being this close to an android, but it didn’t really matter. He finally had someone to talk to. And Ishimaru had someone to figure out his newfound emotions with.

Oowada nodded, smiling even wider. “Yeah, I guess we could.”

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harringtonstudios · 4 years

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teenage dirtbag. (part II)

plot: somehow, you’re going on a date with your co-worker. part 1!

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A/N: i’m sorry this has taken forever! school’s been taking a lot out of me, but i miss you guys soooo :) lmk how it was loves.

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Closing never seemed to go by so fast. The minute the clock hit 10pm, Colson had walked over, locking the front door. Ensuring that no other customers were coming in, you both had broken down the responsibilities into two lists. You dealt with the back of the counter, covering all the food, stocking the pantry, and putting away any excess. He straightened up the front, cleaning up the slightly sticky tables and locking up the cash register.

Within twenty minutes, both of you were done. Pulling on your coat, you had called up your friend again, letting her know you didn’t need a ride. Usually, on closing shifts, she would pick you up, not too keen on letting you take the bus that late at night. On the phone, she teased you a little, and you laughed it off, trying to undermine the concept of a date, so you wouldn’t freak yourself out.

Dates were nerve-wracking on their own, and you didn’t need your brain to mess this up for you. It’d only been a few hours, but you had already gone through a series of thoughts that had left you a little more on edge than usual. The first one being that you and Colson were scheduled to work together for the rest of the month. If something went wrong, it would fuck up the entire dynamic and you had let that thought simmer until there was an anxious pit growing in your belly.

“Y/N, I’m gonna piss and then we out?” Colson shouted from down the hall. You nodded over at him, grabbing your purse from the hook. Leaving the back room, you went to go sit out on a table, fingers anxiously tapping on the blue tabletop.

A few seconds later Colson came out, wiping his palms on his sweatpants. You tracked his movement before looking away, cheeks flush at the idea of him catching you staring at him. He passed in front of you and you got up, following him out of the store.

Throwing you the keys, he grinned. Rolling your eyes, you locked up the door, making sure that it was fully closed. A couple of shifts ago, someone had left the door unlocked and your manager had a conniption over it. Passing the keys back, you reached into your purse, pulling out a stick of gum and pushing it into your mouth.

“So whaddya wanna do?” Colson asked, walking backwards, skateboard tucked under his arm.

“I don’t know, I thought you had something in mind,” you replied, watching him casually walk backwards towards the mall’s exit.

“Nah,” he mumbled out before stumbling a little. You reached out, grabbing his shoulders, laughing just a little.

“Shut up,” he laughed, turning around to walk the normal way. Reaching the exit, you waited for him to walk towards his car. Pulling on the handle, he unlocked the doors.

Throwing his skateboard in the backseat, he pushed open your door from inside, smiling up at you. Getting in, you grinned over at him as the engine rumbled to life. Putting an arm behind you on the headrest, he pulled out of the parking space.

You snapped on your seatbelt before fiddling with the radio, laughing as the station started playing your type of songs. As Colson drove out of the parking lot, you started singing along to the words, dancing a little in your seat.

He laughed at your enthusiasm as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, driving down the empty road. You knew the area around pretty well, having loitered around these very streets but within a few minutes, he was turning down the side of a road you hadn’t been on before.

Shifting in your seat, you moved closer to the window. Glass fogging up slightly as you let out a breath, you brought up your hand to draw a little smiley face. Turning back towards the driver's seat, you mumbled out, “So where are we going?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he responded, eyes leaving the street to look over at you. You let your head fall back against the headrest, sighing just a little.

You let the music flow in between the two of you, falling into the energy of the beats. A minute or two later, he pulled into an abandoned parking lot, cutting off the ignition.

All of a sudden, it’s too quiet. You know Colson, have worked with him for a while, but for some reason, this seems kinda off.

You turn swiftly to look at him, a little concern building in your chest before saying, “You didn’t bring me out here to kill me right?”

He snorts a little, then catches the fear building in your eyes and immediately backtracks. “No. There’s a skatepark back there, food truck that runs all night long. Thought we could get tacos?”

Your hand is on the handle of the door, fingers antsily gripping on the rubber. Moonlight shines through the windshield, illuminating his features, the curve of his lip, the softness of his hair, the calmness in his eyes.

You let go of the handle, move into his space. Watch as he leans in closer, until you two are inches apart, stick shift the only thing separating you.

“You okay?” he mumbles, looking down at you.

“Yeah,” you let out before pushing up on your hands, reaching your mouth to his.

His lips meet yours and it’s better than you expected. You’d been waiting all day for this moment, and you feel yourself smile as he softly pushes into it. Breaking off, you slump in the passenger seat, feeling a giddy smile break across your face.

He laughs looking at you covering your face as you giggle.

“C’mon, I’m starving,” he mutters, hand moving your fingers and gripping your chin as he pecks your lips.

“Tacos here we go,” you mumble, kissing him again.

“The door,” he mutters, letting his lips touch yours.

“You first,” you whisper, running a finger down his jaw, throwing in another kiss.

He belly-laughs, and you feel it vibrate through his body. A second later, his heat is gone, wind whipping in the car as he opens his door, grabbing his skateboard from behind. You huff a little, before opening your own and stepping out into the empty night.

The skate park is surprisingly full. There’s people sitting on benches, chatter lighting up the area around you as Colson leads the way to the food truck. There’s a line, and you both stand at the end, shuffling as the cold air hits you.

“Cold?” he asks, unzipping his jacket.

“Kinda. I’m good though,” you respond, reaching over to zip his jacket back up.

He snorts before opening it up again, and then wraps himself around you. His arms cross over your waist, and he rests his chin on the top of your head, leaning into you.

The line moves fast and before you know it, the two of you are waddling to the front, still together. Glancing at the menu, you realize there’s only two options, written on a chalkboard. Before you can really figure out what you want, Colson’s moving off of you closer to the window.

“Two specials please,” he grins, reaching down to grab two Coronas. You grab one from him, putting it back just to replace it with water. Someone’s gonna have to drive you back home anyways. In that split second, he pays for the food, ushering you to the other side of the truck.

“Hey, no! I was gonna pay,” you complain, as he pulls you back into the same position as before.

“I asked you out, so I pay,” he responds simply, chin moving on top of your head. You smiled at that, turning slightly to look up at him before saying, “So next time, I got us.”

He smirks a little before repeating, ”Next time?”

“Yep,” you respond, turning back around before either of you can change your mind. This feels right. A long day of working with him, waiting here for tacos just feels so right somehow.

Your order comes in and then the both of you are holding two full plates of good-looking food. He walks over to the quarter pipe structure, hesitating for a second before motioning to you.

“We’re gonna sit up there,” he declares, hand already reaching up to the ladder attached. You wince just a little, wondering exactly how you’re going to balance your food while climbing up a ladder. As if he read your mind, he starts climbing, getting to the top fast, even a plate and his skateboard in his hands.

He comes back down, jumping the last few rungs before taking your plate from you.

“M’lady,” he mumbles, tipping his head down as he hikes a foot back on the ladder. You let out a loud laugh, bringing a hand over your own mouth as he reaches the top again.

“You coming up or am I eating all this by myself?” he shouts and you get a move on, carefully making your way up the ladder.

There’s something different about the air when you’re sitting half-way above the ground, shoes dangling off the edge as skateboards wizz past a few feet away from you. It’s electric, buzzing deep in your skin, making you feel like you’re on top of the world.

Colson’s next to you, shoes knocking against yours. His skateboard’s tucked under one of his arms, as he digs into his tacos. You’ve got your own food on your lap, but for some reason you don’t really want to eat, instead you just wanna watch the skaters do their thing. Eyes wandering, you look up at the night sky, catching the twinkle of a couple of stars.

“Y/N, you good?” Colson mumbles out between bites. Bringing your attention back to him, you nod before laughing.

“You got, uh a little something over there,” you motion at his chin, covered in slivers of lettuce.

“Where?” he asks, hand already brushing at his face.

“Yeah, you got it,” you murmur and then you’re leaning in, kissing his clean chin.

Moving up just a little, you catch his lips with your own. Shifting, you turn your body towards him, forgetting about the food perched on your lap. Colson’s hand comes to your waist, keeping you steady as he pulls you closer, breaking the kiss only to start another one.

There’s a second of peace and then you move your leg. The food goes flying off your lap, and you push off of Colson to reach for it, only to see it smash onto the cement below.

“Fuck!” you shout into the wind and his grip on you tightens.

“Come back here. You’re too close to the edge,” he mutters, tugging at you.

“The tacos fell,” you pout, shuffling a bit back. Pulling in your legs, you cross them together, hands awkwardly feeling at the ground.

“Here,” he hands you his plate, one taco preserved in there as he stands up.

“Where ya going?” you ask, confusion etched on your face.

“Someone’s gonna fall off of that. I’ll clean it and come back. Stay here,” he says, wiping his palms on his sweatpants. Kicking up his skateboard, he walks to the edge, throwing you a wink before sliding down.

Your eyes widen, and then you move to peer over and watch the way he casually stops himself in the middle of the pipe. Grabbing the plate, he scoops up the smushed food before stepping off the pipe on the ground.

You move back, track him crossing over to the trash can. He gets on the skateboard again, and then he’s pushing himself up to the other side of the pipe, before barreling towards you.

Within seconds, he’s back, cheeks a little flush. You smile up at him and he grins back, your heart skipping a beat as he licks at his lips.

“Do that again,” you breathe out and he nods before turning back towards the edge.

Watching him skate between the two edges, the way the light catches his skin, the smile on his face, you feel yourself wanting something you haven’t in a while. The air feels clearer somehow, and you look up at the sky once more, catching a star staring right back at you. Whispering out a wish, you let yourself get lost in the moment, tomorrow will come soon enough.

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Saving Grace - Part 10

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

A/N- This was meant to be more of a filler part but then ended up at 2000+ words! 😂😂 im not even sure how i feel about this part but here we go! Enjoy 💕

The Wednesday before Bucky and I were planning to head to the cabin, he was called in for a mission that required the whole team so it must have been pretty bad. He promised he would do his best to get back in time so we could still go up there, but i knew we'd just have to let things play out and see what happened.

It was now Friday evening and he still wasn't home, i hadn't heard from him since the Wednesday evening and i just wanted to know he was okay.

At around 10pm i decided to head to bed to try and get some sleep, at least then i wouldn't be constantly worrying about Bucky and the team. Grace was fast asleep in her bassinet beside the bed and Harrison was star-fished on Bucky's side of the bed snoring slightly....I couldn't help but smile at the sight. When I heard a noise from downstairs I shot up in the bed suddenly alert.

"Buck?" I called out quietly so i didnt wake the kids, i knew he'd still hear me even with how quiet i was. When i got no response i made my way out to the hallway looking down over the staircase railing. My heart started racing when i saw two dark figures moving around down there. I turned and silently rushed back to the bedroom locking the door behind me. I grabbed my cell phone from the bedside cabinet and called 911 as i rushed to my wardrobe to pull out the lockbox that held our guns.

"911 whats your emergency?" A woman answered my call, i quietly told her what was happening and gave her the address. She advised she would get someone over ASAP. I hung up and dialled the compounds private number hoping someone would answer, maybe they could get here quicker!

"Hello?" A man answered on the third ring, i didn't recognise who it was.

"Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N...."

"Oh hi Y/N its Roy, the night guard"

"Shit.... Roy is their anyone there you can send to my house now!?? there's men breaking in.... are any of the team or any SHIELD agents around?"

"Oh.... erm I'm not sure. Stay on the line and i will check real quick".

It felt like he was gone forever when it was only a few seconds.

"Y/N???!"

"Steve??! Oh thank god! There's men breaking in!!"

"What?!!"

"Two of them that i saw. Ive locked myself in the bedroom with the kids"

"Im on my way sweetheart just stay where you are. You have your gun?"

"Yeah, please hurry!" I said hanging up.

I carried Grace's bassinet into the ensuite bathroom and then went and got Harrison and took him in there too.

"Mama what you doing?" He asked sleepily rubbing at his eyes.

"Shhhh baby, i need you to stay in here with Grace and be very quiet okay?"

"Okay" he nodded and sat on the floor beside Grace's bassinet.

"Remember to stay very quiet, and dont come out until i say so" i closed the door and took the time to check my gun over. Oh god, what i would give to have Bucky home right now, he would have taken them out already without breaking a sweat! It had been years since i had retired from the Avenging life, the day i found out i was pregnant with Harrison was my last day on the job. All i was worried about was my kids getting hurt, what if i was too out of practise to defend myself against these intruders..... my internal panic was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I heard one of the doors open, the guest bedroom probably as that was closest to the stairs..... then the bathroom, Harrison's bedroom and then they stopped outside my room. The door handle jiggled as they tried to open it "over here!" I heard a man say before a loud thump on the door where he was obviously trying to bust the door open.

I stood to the side of the door gun aimed ready to fire when they made it through, because lets face it they would get through eventually!! I clicked off the safety and took some deep breaths trying to calm myself down. Suddenly the door gave way and the first figure stumbled into the dark room looking around, i aimed my gun at his leg and fired.... he yelled and fell to the floor as the bullet hit him in the thigh. The second figure dived at me pushing my arms up so my shot missed him. He knocked the gun from my hands and punched me hard in the face sending me to the floor.

"You okay?" He asked turning to his friend who was laying on the floor holding his leg.

"No!"

While he was distracted i turned to try and crawl to the where my gun had landed only for him to grab my ankle and pull me away. He reached down trying to grab me by the hair but i twisted round and kicked him away. He stumbled back crashing into the dresser looking surprised that i was fighting back. I rolled to my feet again as he tried to rush me, i dodged him easily suddenly remembering my days training with Nat and Steve. I got a few good hits in before he got a hold of me and threw me into my vanity table where i crashed into the mirror landing in the broken shards of the mirror. The man walked over looking proud of himself and he looked down at me.

"You put up a good fight i give you that" he laughed wiping blood from his split lip "I'm gonna enjoy this"

"Please stop..... why are you doing this?" I asked, Grace started crying in the bathroom and i could hear Harrison shh'n her.

"Well well well, what do we have here huh?" He grinned and started to walk towards the bathroom.

"No!!!!" I screamed and launched myself off the floor diving onto the man "you leave them alone!!" i tried to fight but i could feel the shards of broken mirror digging in various parts of my body. He tossed me aside again giving me a hard punch to the gut winding me and sending me to my knees.

"Get away from them!!" i yelled as he carried on towards the bathroom.

Another figure suddenly charged into the room crashing into the man and sending him flying into the wall so hard he was out cold on impact! I breathed a sigh of relief realising Steve had arrived.

"Y/N!" He fell to his knee's beside me "are you okay?"

"There's another guy, i shot him in the leg...."

"Looks like he bled out sweetheart"

"Check on the kids" i said pointing at the bathroom hearing Grace screaming "i dont want Harrison seeing me like this...."

"Okay" he nodded and walked over to the bathroom opening the door.

"Hey pal" i heard Steve say to Harrison "you doing okay in here?"

"Where's mama...."

"Im okay baby, just stay in there with your dad for me for a minute okay?"

"Hi sweet girl, your okay.... sshhh" i could hear Steve as he cradled Grace.

"Police department!" I suddenly heard someone yell from downstairs......great timing!!

"I still think you should have gone to the hospital Y/N or at least to the compound. See Dr Cho" Steve said as he pulled another piece of broken mirror from my back. The police had taken the body of the man i shot and arrested the surviving intruder, i had refused to go to the hospital though.... id had worse than this before.

"Im okay, its not serious. Looks worse than it is" i said holding a towel full of ice to my face.

"Some of these are pretty deep, their gonna need stitches...."

"Then stitch them up!" I snapped at him "god Steve, its not like it would be the first time!"

"Your right it wouldn't, but we were in the field with no option but for me to stitch you up! Now we can get you proper medical care!"

I dropped my face into my hands as i began to cry, i couldn't hold it in any more. The adrenaline was wearing off and now the shock was setting in.

"I just want Bucky" i sobbed, i felt Steve tense up at the mention of Bucky's name before he carefully wrapped his arms around me.

"I know sweetheart, i've tried calling him and the rest of the team. I left a message"

"Where are the kids?"

"In Harrisons room, Grace is sleeping and Harrison was watching cartoons"

"I dont know what i would have done if they had been hurt!.... if you hadnt of showed up when you did Steve...."

"Dont think about that, i did show up and they are fine!" He said with a smile wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

"Thank you Steve, i mean it"

"You dont need to thank me sweetheart"

"Y/N!!!" I heard Bucky's frantic voice yell before his thundering footsteps on the stairs.

"Bucky" i sighed in relief. Within seconds he was in the room and pulling me into his arms, Wanda and Sam appearing seconds behind him.

"Ow Buck careful" i said wincing as his arm pressed into one of the shards still in my back.

"Doll why aren't you at the hospital!?"

"She refused to let me take her, you know how stubborn she can be" Steve rolled his eyes.

"Id be fine if you'd stop bitching and just stitch me up!"

"Okay come on, let me take a look. Wanda, can you check on the kids please?"

"Their fine Buck i made sure...." Steve started to say but she turned and went anyway.

"You wanna fill me in on what happened here?" Sam said to Steve looking pissed.

"Sure".

Once in the bathroom Bucky carefully removed my tank top to get a better look at my wounds.

"Baby some of these are really bad...."

Bucky said as his fingers gently traced over my back.

"Just do it Buck, I'm not going to the hospital! I can take it"

"Okay" he sighed pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder. Bucky spent the next 15 minutes or so pulling shards of mirror from my back and some in my left arm. He stitched one pretty deep wound, the rest he just cleaned and covered with bandages. Once he was done he wrapped me in his arms holding me close.

"I was so scared Buck" i mumbled against his chest "i just wanted you. I knew if you were here we'd be fine"

"I know doll, me too. When i got that message from Steve...." he shook his head "i could have lost you today, you and the kids.... i could have lost my family"

"You didn't though, we're fine"

"Your not fine! look at what that son of a bitch did to you!"

"It could have been a lot worse, i got lucky. I never thought id be so happy to see Steve again..... the guy was going for the kids Bucky and i couldn't stop him.....Steve just came out of nowhere"

"Im sure you did everything you could baby"

"I tried, but the truth is I'm out of practice. I haven't been in a fight or even picked up a gun since i found out i was pregnant with Harrison"

"You did good!" Bucky smiled leaning down and gently kissing me, i hissed slightly feeling the sting of the split lip from the punch id received and he quickly apologised.

"Guess this puts a stop to our weekend at the cabin huh? I cant even kiss you!" I moaned.

"We'll go as soon as you feel better i promise, we've waited this long right?"

"I guess so, i was just really looking forward to it"

"Oh me too! But i can wait".

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maljic · 4 years

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i have been working in the grocery industry practically my entire life. for many companies, and in many many positions. i’ve seen hurricane panic buys, i have seen post hurricane apocalypses, i have closed stores, and i have opened stores. i have been to backroom recoveries, i have worked small stores and big stores. i have seen h1n1, and i have now seen covid19. and even tho this is something unprecedented, all together it’s really not. the difference here is that it’s been going on for three weeks now and there is no end in sight. the duration is what’s so new.

so i’ve started making notes every day after i got home. just the overall experience, but also customer comments and new things being implemented. it’s a fascination change, and i wanted to write it down to maybe sometime in the future come back to this time and remember anew.

i plan on keeping notes for the foreseeable future, to keep writing a diary of sorts, to see if this ever levels out or escalates even more, if things change drastically or not at all. and if the fucking toilet paper situation ever goes away.

things started to change the first week of march. it was super subtle, i didn’t even notice it at first. it was just a steady increase in business. a solid 20% ahead in sales all across the board. and even tho the virus was already in the news it didn’t cotton on right from the start. or it did, maybe, but i wasn’t expecting it to escalate to such heights.

tuesday, 03.10.2020 9am - 5pm

people are making their own hand sanitizer by mixing rubbing alcohol and aloe vera. we’re out of both. lady is asking me by the sun tan section about the state of deliveries of aloe vera gel. we get to talking. i admit that i don’t understand the people’s need for hand sanitizer since the cdc and every doctor ever recommends hand washing first and foremost. Susan comes out and says, ‘well the only thing that really can safe us from all this is...” and i retort with, “washing your hands, right?” but Susan claps back with, “the lord jesus christ.” and i had to excuse myself real quick and leave her ass on the aisle, because why are you fucking here then trying to potion together your own hand sanitizer, Severus, if all you need is god?

a grown woman that’s working at the register is. coughing. non. stop. co workers comment on it to each other and to me, and i wonder if anyone has taken her aside to explain the current state of world events to her, and maybe asking her to cover her damn mouth. we’re all gonna die.

thursday, 03.12.2020 2pm - 10pm 11pm

parking is an absolute nightmare. i’m 10 mins late cause i can’t find a spot. welcome to hell. i ask my boss what the sales were yesterday and she says we’re 40% ahead of the forecast. which is ridiculous. at this point it’s pretty much a blanket permission for over time. we do not have the capacity to continue to run at this pace. people get worn out, we’re bound to get sick, and the customers are fucking relentless. truck is big. Karen and her brother Chad look at the soap section and wanna know when we get more hand sanitizer in.

this lady is looking at things in the cold and flu section and we get to talking about shit and she mentions something she’s read on facebook and whoops my filter went poofgone and i tell her that i hope facebook dies along with all this corona virus flu and have a good evening.

at the end of my shift after we’ve finished stocking and cleaning up, i stay longer because there’s still a fuck ton of people in the store but we only have two registers open. i check people out until 11 and then peace out. one dude dropped $650 on groceries.

friday, 03.13.2020 11am - 7pm

“where is the hand sanitizer?” Karen asks. i refrain from shouting at her to get outta my face. the store is absolutely packed. lines of lengths i haven’t ever witnessed. lines and lines of people with full bascarts of stuff. the end is nigh and we are here with a front row view of it. we have a small parking lot, and i have no idea where these people’s cars are? i didnt know we could fit that many people in the store. whats the fire marshall’s max capacity guidelines? someone should review those. meanwhile i’m trying to navigate around everybody and put things on shelves that don’t last very long.

the grocery truck arrives around 3 ish and paper products get thrown out first. usually, when the truck arrives it stays locked until the night crew shows up. we’re set up to always have a trailer at the store, so when the guy shows up he unhitches his trailer, and hitches up under another trailer which was the previous day’s grocery truck, which got emptied off groceries when the night crew stocks, and then got filled with stacks of empty pallets, paper bales, and other reusable thinks like plastic trays the meat comes in, or the eggs come in, or produce plastic trays, things like that. so now that we’re in the apocalypse of paper products, the day crew gets those pallets out on the sales floor asap. at this point we have reduced the quantities of things you’re allowed to take to 3. 3 packs of toilet paper, 3 packs of paper towels... also 3 of lysol wipes and 3 of hand sanitizers even tho we dont have any, calm down, Karen. paper products are gone within an hour.

my company makes an absolute killing that day.

saturday, 03.14.2020 10ish to whenever.

my boss said she was coming in (on her off day) so i said yo, mind if i sleep in a bit? i was scheduled 7am and if i don’t have to i don’t want to. she said ok. i rock up at 10:08. things stop showing up on deliveries. the diaper area is sad looking. people have started to buy us out of baby wipes. there’s a problem coming at us in about 2 months. you cant flush baby wipes but since the toilet paper situation is what it is, people will wipe their butts with wet wipes. have fun with that, dallas county utility department (or whoever messes with the water wastes).

displays are dwindling. we are not getting product, so we are filling the shelves in the aisles with the stuff that’s on displays. it’s a bit wonky looking. there’s half an endcap with shampoo and then the rest of it is filled with hersheys. its upside down world. but we have to keep things full. with whatever. empty shelves are bad bad bad, but empty endcaps are a cardinal sin.

people waste so much food when they’re shopping. now that the shelves are getting and staying empty, people will just put things everywhere when they decide against buying the items. bags of chips, six packs of beer, gatorade whatever. that’s not really waste. but we also see bags of salad, frozen items, meats. we are currently not in the position to walk the store every half hour and collect these things. these things are all now wasted and will get thrown out. not the chips, i’m talking about the temp controlled things. being cold to the touch is not enough. shit aint safe.

monday, 03.16.2020 8am - 4 pm 6pm

truck is gigantic. never ever have i seen a truck that big. so everything that my boss was fantasizing about me doing gets thrown out the window when the truck hits the backdoor at 11 am. everybody who is scheduled for truck is given the option to come in early. and stay until it’s all stocked. or until you’re exhausted. i help with the pharmacy stuff because that’s the biggest part. i stay until 6pm. then i’m out.

people would like to know where the hand sanitizer is, well, sugar, so. do. i. it’s the one item that has been out since the end of february, and people are absolutely gob smacked when you tell them it’s currently unavailable. i try to appease them with some hand soap, but, stupidly, people dont want to hear that. i’m thinking to myself that in about a week soap will also be unavailable, but to each their own. customers believe that we, the workers, know the exact day and time when lysol wipes will be stocked. but when you tell them that soap is getting scarce they look at you like you’re speaking a different language.

company wide, we are not allowed to order anything right now. which is huge. how it usually works is: our system knows at all times how many items we have in the store, as per bar code, and knows how much will fit on the shelves, how much we’re selling every day/hour, and then there’s the forecasting factor. so the system will order stuff based on sold quantities, automatically. all the time. if we need extra stuff for sales and/or displays and whatnot, we order extra.

the computer system wouldnt know, for instance, that there was a tornado in oct that wiped out our electricity and that of most of our customers, so we changed orders to reflect that. no frozen things, lots more batteries, ice, coolers.

a lot of things ride on added orders, which are now out

from here on in, everything is up to the system, and to the powers that be. if there’s soap in the warehouse, we will get allocated with every store in the area so that everyone gets equal amounts or close to. hoarding is, apparently, frowned upon at this level too.

tuesday, 03.17.2020 2pm - 10pm

i have come to hate the soap aisle. used to always be my favorite. so long, soap aisle, we’ve had a good run. tonight i’m stocking the pharmacy area (cold and flu, pain meds, tummy stuff, those sort of things). truck is small. super small. i try helping customers as much as i can, but most of my end of the conversation is no, sorry, we dont have any. backstocks are dwindling. the backroom is emptying out. we rely on truck deliveries for things to do and products to be put out. “do you have any [insert product here] in the back?” is the most asked questions. “there’s nothing in the back.” is the most uttered sentence all day.

people obviously do to not get what social distance means. every aisle is packed with shoppers. i’m wasting a lot of time trying to stay out of people’s paths, but people lingeeeerrrrr what the fuck. the mayor of dallas shut everything down to flatten the curve yet here all these fuckers are doing their god damn grocery shopping like it’s 3 months ago. get in, get stuff, get out. i try conjuring up some gas to clear the aisle, but the farts won’t come

go home, people. i wish i could.

somehow our store has become the hub in our area. we get trucks in the afternoon with produce and meat, and people from other stores around us show up in trucks and suvs to transport product between stores. i’ve seen so many people that i hadn’t seen in years because they’re coming by getting shit in the afternoon.

we lost one of our baristas. she’s retired but works with us the maximal allotted hours per week the government allows you before they yank your money. she’s living in senior housing (cause its cheap) and they’ve completely locked down and she is unable to come to work. her boss funnels her groceries. and they face time a lot. she’s doing ok.

wednesday, 03.18.2020 10am - 6pm

parking lot semi full, too full for a wednesday. toilet paper situation is unchanged. but alas there’s no grocery truck scheduled tonight so this is not changing until tomorrow. i’m talking to three separate people desperate for some toilet roll (lol, i love how this pandemic makes me learn new terms, hi, united kingdom, i see you - toilet roll, i love it). anyways, i explain to all three the truck schedule and how to best strategize to get some butt wipes: truck is 6 days a week, wednesday being the no truck day. when the truck arrives, usually what happens is that the paper products get stocked immediately, to make room in the back room and to alleviate the situations. be in the store at around 3ish? 3:30ish, and hang out. i explain that i don’t want to encourage anybody to spend their afternoon in the store for obvi reasons, but when you gotta go you gotta go. alternately, hang out in your car, and when you see a truck pull behind the store around mid day, chances are in about 30 mins you shall have paper. people appreciate the info.

i’m in the candy aisle trying to stock a case of twizzlers. we’re using shopping carts to stock, it’s way more flexible than lugging around huge stocking carts, especially now with the store being so crowded. this dude rocks up and asks me if i’m panic hoarding with all those boxes in my cart. he looks at me with a straight face and thinks he’s making a point. meanwhile i’m in full uniform and people around are starting to roll their eyes. i drop the box of twizzlers into my cart (its super heavy and dude is creating a scene). my box cutter comes out and i make a show of clicking the blade out while explaining to douche canoodle that i’m working here, excuse me, and cut into the tape of the box. moron.

there’s a few people that i’ve seen every day this week. and they’re all advanced in their age. i get that the store is your second home cause you’re lonely, but right now is really not the time. go home.

the question i hate the most is: when are you gonna get more soap in. the honest answer? no fucking clue, Karen. if i could predict the future i wouldn’t be working here.

thursday, 03.19.2020 10am - 6pm

there was no grocery truck last night so shelves are still as empty as they were when i left last night. still, parking lot is semi full. we’ve seem to have gotten a decent produce truck, bananas everywhere. great. my boss’s plan for me is to: whatever truck is back there, and then easter. which means i walk the back room, collect anything and everything that belongs to our department, and get it on the shelves. there’s nothing back there except a chocolate delivery which arrived on the dairy truck. a huge amount, by normal standards. at least people are still enjoying some candy.

by 3pm it’s made the rounds that one of the guys for our dept isn’t coming in: allergies. okay then. truck is not too big, i help out with that until it’s time to hit the time clock.

times are tough, and i’m a good-natured person that can dish out jokes and emphasize with you and cumbaja we’re all in this together and all the other bullshit we’re telling ourselves to make us feel better. but when dudebro comes down the soap aisle and bemoans the state of the shelves (empty) and then goes into a rant about his two parents, immunocompromised, at home, out of soap, almost getting loud and making it seem like its my fault that we don’t have what you want, then no. i’m all out of fucks to give. meanwhile, people of the free world, have you forgotten that hand washing soap does not only come in little pump bottles that you can cutsify your sink with but also LOOK AT ALL THE BARSOAP, back in the days we used that to wash our hands. calm down and take some irish spring to your parents.

grocery truck arrives. big time. in the good ole days of yester year we would get one trailer daily, most of the time not even full. we’ve been ramping it up to 2 most of the last two weeks. (and by we i mean we as a society, buying everything on the shelves and not being satisfied and always wanting more). today it was three. one of which with nothing but water. the others with lots of toilet roll and paper towels. and the usual stuff of canned goods and the likes. nothing will last tho, nothing is forever.

we have this one guy who works here who has, i believe, severe arthritis and is hygiene wise very challenged. he isn’t very mobile and does super light duty but he’s worked here a long time. i haven’t seen him in a few days. i wonder if he is just off, or if he said fuck it and stayed home.

the grown ass woman at the register is still coughing. and not covering her mouth. asswipe.

saturday 03.21.2020 7am - 3pm 6pm

“when do you expect more hand sanitizer in?”

i have no idea what you’re talking about, hand sanitizer was never a thing. lemme ask you this: is it berenstein bears where you come from?

people still want to shop brand loyal. i die inside a little bit every time someone turns their nose up at an alternative to their regular, “oh but we don’t use that brand.” dude didn’t you just say you needed vitamin c? was that a lie? here’s the damn vitamin c. it’s vitamin c, not, i don’t know, fucking coca cola. go home.

corporate finally came down and said we’re allowed to wear ppe now. like some of us haven’t since three weeks ago. i finally turned and went all ‘two by two hands of blue’ as well, and it’s really not as bothersome as i thought it would be.

weekends are now slower than weekdays. i have no idea why that is. and i’m not really sure if these past weekends have been slow, or just normal, and the weekdays are just crazy. i have lost all points of reference. it’s still busy. but is it the same busy it’s always been on a saturday and now we just have more checkers?

the company is desperately trying to hire more people. i don’t know if the new vigorous ad campaign is working yet? it’s a job, sure, especially in these times, but the starting pay is still barely above minimum wage so in any case people will collect unemployment which could still be more than they’d make working here i’m just saying.

the only real perk right now is that whoever works for a grocery store has first dibs on stuff. and if you believe we don’t have a “family and friends stash” in the back of all the items that are scarce then you don’t know how the world works. a friend of mine with health problems came to shop at our store today because we do have more stuff than what i’ve been hearing is going on in surrounding areas. and i was able to give her two cans of disinfectant wipes. another friend asked me if we had any loo roll, and they just came by my place to pick it up, cash on arrival.

we also extend (or well, i do extend) the stash to customers who always have been courteous. and believe me, after working in one location for a few years you know exactly who’s an asshole and who isn’t. we are essential, we are important, and we’ve been known that forever. we just never got treated like that. people are thankful that we’re working, that we’re doing our best (like if we could afford to just take two weeks off to self isolate, yeah right), and it’s good to finally walk the store with your head held high, to finally feel the appreciation. we are the kings of the toilet paper and it’s fucking fantastic.

the store manager (or the company, i’m not sure) bought lunch today for everybody. and there might be a texas rule of no gatherings of more than 10 people, but y’all should’ve seen the break room today at noon. we they feasted (i took two slices and went out back to enjoy) thanks for lunch, boss.

we still haven’t implemented “senior hours,” and i hate that.

hygiene challenged dude is back at work. so he just had his two days off.

monday 03.23.2020 12pm - 9pm

people keep insisting on shopping “normally” and it’s mind boggling. if you go to the store for 5 things or 50 things, it’s fine either way. but please make a list at home and roll with it. do not linger in aisles, do not pick up 3 different items and stand there to study the, i don’t know what the fuck, ingredients? country of origin? manufacturer? i have no earthly idea why you gotta look at a bottle of suave shampoo so intently and just. stay. there. reading it like its a new product on the market. go home.

people just waste so much freakin time in the store. they run into acquaintances and have to have a conversation right there when other customers have to walk around you. please stop, please please stop that. please. get in, get your stuff, and get out. if we dont have your fave available right now come back next week, it’s bound to be back unless it’s something like hand sanitizer or over the counter meds. please. go home.

the shopping pattern has changed. there’s all the action in the mornings now. tons of people, full parking lots, all in the morning. i understand it’s because people are under the impression everything gets restocked over night. which is half true. but whatever. i mean people shop all throughout the day and it’s still busy but the bulk is in the morning.

speaking of: senior hours finally!!! i’m stoked.

i feel like i’m getting fed up with customer questions so it’s usually short retorts and no eyes contact. one guy asked me where the aloe vera is and he asked very friendly and from a few feet away and i was sort of a dick to him. i felt bad immediately and rephrased my answer. yikes.

on the upside also, my work buddy was throwing water all day long. poor guy. he said something like 9 pallets of 24 packs. at one point they were replenishing a display and people grabbed water from the display instead of the pallet, and he was like, “you guys are killing me, man, please take it from the pallet and not the display. every pack you take from the pallet is a pack less i have to move.” a couple of dudes then took over stocking duty from him and threw the rest of the pallet to fill the display. how fucking nice. good eggs all around.

backroom looks like we got a crap ton of paper products. a crap ton. something like, i’m estimating, 12 pallets. so they’ve been staggering it throughout the afternoon but also kept lots in the back for senior hours tomorrow morning. it really looks like that part is getting almost back to normal. lmao fingers crossed.

no eggs tho, today. all gone.

hot shot trucks still show up in the afternoon with produce and meat. and other stores still come by to transfer stuff to their location.

company lunch today was from torchy’s taco. i abstained cause i had just eaten at home. but gatherings of 10 or more people had been had in the break room again. no idea if it was paid for by our company or if torchy’s was just getting rid of a bulk of their perishables.

some dude threw a fit about the limits on certain items. i think his beef was with water and how he’s seen someone take more than three. calm down, asshole.

tuesday 03.24.2020 10am - 5pm

it’s slow in the store. dallas county has a shelter in place ordinance right now and it’s just a slow and steady trickle of customers. the weather also has turned from grey and misty, to sunshine and 80ies. i hate it. i want my grey and misty back. and because it’s nice outside there’s a lot of people on walks and bike rides. there’s a trail behind the store and when i step out back i see people all the times. still keeping their social distance but people non the less.

we’ve finally got our hands on one of the people from the agency that has provided us with help. our girl is super nice and friendly and she works hard. i hope we’ll get to keep her in our department for however long theyre working with us. altogether there’s about 15-20 people in the store from the agency. they’re tasked with sacking groceries, cleaning shopping carts, cleaning shelves and helping to stock. it’s wonderful. they get paid $13, which is more than what you make starting out in the store.

it almost felt like it wasn’t a covid day. after what the covidiot in the wh said on monday, i was a bit unsure if non essentials would reopen (especially since the mayor just shut dallas down). it was weird. it seemed like customers stayed away because a) they went back to work or b) it’s too nice to grocery shop. but that’s prob only my stupid brain making things up.

there were two incidents, both of which weren’t covid related but needed security: a dude tried to walk out with two cases of beer (theft is a thing that happens in our store a lot) but somehow he had half the store chasing after him. i was outside taking my break when all the sudden this guy comes towards me with beer in each hand. where i was, there was no exit away from the store unless you wanted to jump the fence. and he sure did. launched himself and the beer over it. they chased him off (no one touched him, i wanna add, and no one would touch him too, even if we weren’t in the current time), but got their beer back. that was an adrenaline shock i didn’t need. the second one was a lady at the pharmacy not happy with the speed of the pharmacist and she got upset that her meds weren’t ready to be picked up. she made quite a scene with cursings and such so security was called. they are doing their best at the pharmacy but just like every other department they are swamped with prescriptions.

it was super slow and i left an hour early. went home and ate and passed out for 12 hours.

wednesday 03.25.2020 7am - 3pm

it’s probs the first time i’m on the road this early on a weekday during the self isolation period. it’s quite busy on the highway. but still no real traffic.

store is still slow but steady. i see a few customers with big bascarts and shopping lists going about their business urgent like. on the inside i was applauding their readiness and their commitment for getting it done. thank you dear customers. buy a whole cart and get the heck outta dodge. *chefs kiss*

help girl from the agency is with me today. i like her more and more. she gets it all done. baby wipes are still off and on, some days we have them, sometimes we’re out. we found 3 small cases of hand soap in the back (6 bottles each) and they are gone quickly. i’m working through shippers/displays (we’ve finally got a smattering in) but most of it goes straight to the shelves. i’m able to make some sense to one of the half shampoo/half hersheys end caps, and my eye finally stops twitching from the weirdness.

grocery truck schedule has changed and now we’re getting them also on wednesdays (for the time being). one trailer of toilet roll and paper towels, and one of canned goods and boxes and pantry stuffs. and maybe some lysol but who knows.

it’s still sunny and 80ies out, so more runners and bikers on the trail behind the store. still social distancing tho.

the news said someone from a grocery store of another chain was diagnosed. and then through the grapevine i heard that someone from our chain (not our store) also got diagnosed and is in the hospital. wash your hands. get in, get your stuff, and get out. stay safe out there.

friday 03.27.2020 9am - 5pm

there’s this lady in the store, little old lady, just wandering and shopping and whatnot for, i kid you not, 2 hours. what in the world? she’s wearing a mask, kinda like a “let me put this mask on cause i’m sanding something in the garage” you know that kind of mask. but it’s only covering her mouth? what is she doing. where is your family? do they know where you are and what you’re up to. seriously someone come get their auntie.

there’s stickers all over the floor by the registers “PLEASE WAIT HERE” reminding people to stay the heck away from each other. it’s working sometimes. people are patient.

this one lady asks me if we have this, and shows me her phone with a pic of the item like she is seriously standing 6 feet away stretching her arm as far as it’ll go. i appreciate it. she insists that the app tells her it’s in stock here. i ran out of ways to explain that the app doesnt keep up with inventory, only states that we carry it, not whether we actually have it in stock. it’s a surface disinfectant. we dont have it in stock.

rando people say their thanks that we’re working, that they appreciate it, thank you thank you. i have yet to learn how to respond to that. “youre welcome?” “oh sure!” “no problem” nothing feels right. me and my co workers all wish we could work from home, or take a few weeks off, without losing our jobs and benefits. it’s weird. how do you respond to that?

we’ve managed to stay in stock on toilet tissue all day long. one brand, one size, mind you. but! all day long! yes, toilet paper, on aisle 18!!!!

sales have leveled. business is returning to normal.

saturday 03.28.2020 7am - 3 pm

some lady lost her cool today and in her frustration she dead ass kicked over a display of gum. lmao, yikes.

every morning we have a little meeting in the store for all the department heads, or if they’re off, for whoever plays department head for that day. on saturdays that’s me. we call them huddles, although now we can’t call them that anymore because huddle doesn’t really scream social distancing. so now they’ll call it morning communication.

while walking the store today i found, get this, a bottle of purell. it was hidden behind other product. i immediately checked my surroundings (no one there) and then went and hid it in the back room. my immuno challenged friend had asked me for some for a while.

really nothing else going on. it was quiet in the morning and then a storm blew through, and then it was just gorgeous out. so the store got busier and busier. our truck was scheduled to be quite big, but it was late and i wasn’t gonna just hang around until who knows when.

monday 03.30.2020 2pm - 10pm

the break room is completely empty of chairs and tables. that’s new. just last week everyone crowded in, employees and management alike, whenever there was free lunch. and even tho one tells them, or points out that, hey, this is a bit more than technically should be in a closed space like this? all one gets back is, oh hahaha, yeah you’re probably right, but nothing changed. so now the break room is empty. only, i dont know, everyone here works on their feet, either standing (poor checkers) or standing and walking. for up to eight hours. there’s gonna be some people who will just have to sit down for 30 mins during their breaks. this was a company wide, or district wide decision, this wasn’t something our management came up with. and here’s the thing. admittedly, some higher ups in our company are seriously not the sharpest tacks in the box. and i’m not saying that you have to have a degree to make certain decisions, but it helps if you have some sort of, i don’t know, compassion, deductive reasoning, two brain cells to rub together. i, personally, will hardly be found in the break room, i don’t use it. but it’s absolutely clear to me that taking away the opportunity to let people rest is a recipe for disaster.

tuesday, 03.31.2020 2pm - 10pm

so, the owner of the dallas mavericks (basket ball) donated hand sanitizers to our company, for use of company employees. which, thanks, Mark, that was super sweet of you. no really. IF I SEE ONE CO WORKER USE THIS INSTEAD OF WASHING THEIR HANDS I WILL NOT BE MADE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS. wash your god damned hands people. hand sanitizer will never be able to do what soap and water can do. why is that such a big problem to understand.

the break room has a couple of chairs and tables in it now, and a sign on the door that reads “6 people limit, 6 feet apart.” yikes.

its the end of the month and people got paid so the store is getting busier. tomorrow is the first and i’m sure we’ll be packed. please take the following to heart: SHOP ALONE. don’t bring your wifey or hubby or roommate or kids. ok bring your kids if you have no one to watch them. do not use the grocery store as your family outing cause its the only spot you think youre allowed to go. it’s not. youre allowed to go for walks, in front of your house, in your neighborhood, heck, walk a circle around the store if you want, but don’t bring everybody into the store. social distancing is easier achieved if there’s less people to stay away from. be smart, think ahead. and if you think that shopping with two people makes it go faster? it’s not. cause you’re gonna argue over the choices made, you’re gonna veto your shopping buddies choice of beans and your gonna walk every aisle twice instead of once. and there will be more people touching more things and i could really do with less of that.

wednesday 04.01.2020 11am - 7pm

there’s a distillery in kansas who has converted their production to make hand sanitizer (or sanitizer in general) and we have received a shipment of, i think, two pallets. the fun part? they are the size and shape of vodka bottles.

they’re selling for $8 and we put a limit of 1 per family. they look super neat. it’s a plastic bottle, too. i don’t use hand sanitizer and i dont need it and there are people who need these i guess but i want one so badly. just as a, you know, reminder, a token, of these crazy times. i’m not gonna get one (but i kinda want one).

they have finally installed screens at the registers. and new rules came down from corporate: social distancing is the highest priority, hygiene is the highest priority. we are only going to operate 3 (out of 6) registers so that we can ensure that there’s enough space for everyone to feel safe. i have also spent 2 hours today thinning out displays that are cluttering up the sales floor so that we can encourage everyone to keep apart.

starting tomorrow, every employee will get their temp taken when they arrive to work. if the temp is too high you will be sent home (but paid for that day) and only be let back in to work if your temp stays normal for 72 hours without the help of meds.

pay has been increased by $2/h.

friday 04.03.2020 9am - 5pm

face masks everywhere.

like 80% of everybody started donning masks, scarves and homemade things to cover their lower face. face masks are a stark reminder that everyone should keep apart. it’s like an extra “hey, remember how we’re all potentially sick with something deadly? stay away.” i appreciate the effect it has.

there are about 5 different announcements over the PA, one about washing your hands and sneezing/coughing into your elbows, one about senior hours (which have changed now to tue, thu and sat morning), one about social distancing (about the length of two shopping carts!), one about “we’re all in this together” and one about us employees and how we’re doing so much more than our job right now.

ive stopped greeting customers. i smile maybe, since it’s something so ingrained into our brain, but i won’t speak unnecessarily.

the store is absolutely packed. the suggestion of staying away until the 3rd or the 4th that ive seen all over the internets seems to have cottoned on and now we’re slammed. with only 3 registers open now (to keep room between registers) the lines are down the aisles. one of the guys on the registers told me he loved it. it’s waaay less crowding around the registers, safer for the workers).

we have two entrances (the main one and a smaller one) and they closed the smaller one because it’s very tight there and doesn’t really work with trying to stay away from each other. it’s not locked, it’s just closed. no idea about the fire marshall code, but i have worked in bigger stores with only one main entrance so maybe it’s not part of any code.

i saw a woman with a vegas golden knights shirt and i miss hockey.

saturday 04.04.2020 7am - 5:30pm

my first day during senior hours, and admittedly we’ve only recently changed that but there are tons of people in the store and not a lot of seniors. but what do i know they all could be immunocompromised.

in our morning huddle communications meeting the store manager is spitting out a lot of numbers and percentiles and such, basically sales are still through the roof, even with the slower week we’ve had. it’s funny how there’s really no reference point anymore. forecasts and budgets have all been altered due to the situation but even those are still behind. the agency people aren’t with us anymore (since sunday) and i can see maybe 2 new people - but i’m not a reliable source for that because i don’t inter-mingle with other departments that much so i dont even know the regulars so i have no clue who is new. but we’re still running on basically the same people we’ve always had with this increased business.

aceotone is the new toilet paper. cant find it on the shelves, the warehouse is out and people are constantly asking for it. this one guy had me in stitches. he was shopping for the fam and had a list from his wife and you know, acetone, cuticle cream all the stuff you need to take care of your nails after you rip off the fake ones. i used to get my nails done so i gave him advice as best i could and pointed to some products, but no acetone. about five minutes later she finds me on the same aisle again and shows me a can of paint stripper with the word acetone in huge letters on it. i died. i told him that if his wife used that they are about to have a whole other set of problems. we both laughed. he had a great sense of humor. now go home, dude.

the side door that was closed on friday is open again. not surprised.

we are getting absolutely slammed with business. it’s a mad house. you can always tell when people start to park their cars on the fire lanes around the store. there’s just no more parking.

i do see a lot of single shoppers tho, which is so great. and then you got the families just sticking out like sore thumbs. and young college kids usually shop in threes or fours. but everybody is still taking way too much time. there was an article i read on local grocers and how some already reduced the people inside the stores and how every business is going to follow suit so we will see.

we ran out of eggs. and biscuits. and no significant numbers of paper products all week.

monday 04.06.2020 2pm - 10pm

fuck these customers, man

wednesday 04.08.2020 7am - 3pm

my company will not limit the customer count in the store. at least not in this state. when the whole thing started there was an email about store hours and they listed basically every division of our company and their changed hours - except, you guessed it, ours. i have a feeling they are going off of what other companies are doing around here, so unless theyre limiting people, we won’t. that’s my opinion. after work i realized i forgot butter and swung by a store (from a different company) close to home and they havent limited entrance either. they did have markings on the floor to encourage one way traffic down aisles, and i guess we’re gonna do that too. but nothing else. i did see smaller chains have started to limit people but not companies we’re competing with. so much for that. i guess first we need to have a few positive cases in order for them to change anything. the dollar speaks volumes, eh?

i saw this article a few days ago and i keep thinking about it. it basically sums up everything that’s going through all our minds every day. (i have no idea who this website is, i saw it and i read it and it spoke to me so dont come at me if it’s something weird - i just wanted to provide a source)

I manage a grocery store.

Here’s some things everyone should know

1. I don’t have toilet paper 2. I don’t have sanitizer 3. I run out of milk, eggs and meat daily 4. I promise if it’s out on the shelf … it’s not in a hidden corner of our backroom.

Those are the predictable ones, now for the real stuff

5. I have been doing this for 25 years I did not forget how to order product. 6. I did not cause the warehouse to be out of product/ 7. I schedule as much help as I have, including many workers working TONS of overtime to help YOU. 8. I am sorry there are lines at the check out lanes.

Now for the really important stuff:

9. My team puts themselves in harm’s way every day so you can buy groceries. 10. My team works tirelessly to get product on the floor for you to buy. 11. My team is exhausted. 12. My team is scared of getting sick. 13. My team is human and does not possess an antivirus… they are in just as much danger as you are. (Arguably more) but they show up to work every day just so you can buy groceries 14. My team is tired. 15. My team is very under-appreciated. 16. My team is exposed to more people who are potentially infected in one hour than most of you will in a week (medical community excluded, thank you for all that you do!). 17. My team is abused all day by customers who have no idea how ignorant they are. 18. My team disinfects every surface possible, everyday, just so you can come in grab a wipe from the dispenser, wipe the handle and throw the used wipe in the cart or on the ground and leave it there… so my team can throw it in the trash for you later. 19. My team wonders if you wash your re-usable bags, that you force us to touch, that are clearly dirty and have more germs on them than our shopping carts do. 20. My team more than earns their breaks, lunches and days off. And if that means you wait longer I am sorry.

The last thing I will say is this:

The next time you are in a grocery store, please pause and think about what you are saying and how you are treating the people you encounter. They are the reason you are able to buy toilet paper, sanitizer, milk, eggs, and meat.

If the store you go to is out of an item.. maybe find the neighbor or friend that bought enough for a year … there are hundreds of them… and ask them to spare 1 or 2. They caused the problem to begin with…

And lastly, please THANK the people who helped you. They don’t have to come to work!

#i dont know how to tag it i hate to tag it covid #i think it's gonna be #life in these pandemic times #thanks stumblingoverchaos

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I wrote this from the hours of 10pm to 3:30am

warnings: hurt/comfort(?), Toko's scars, non despair au, this was super self indulgent and if it's bad blame it on my insomnia brain, drug use(its just marijuana)

"I just have to do this,Toukocchi" the clairvoyant had brought Toko back to her room.

She wasn't known as a klutz or anything. in fact she almost never fell. But somehow as she was up at lunch that day her skirt got stuck and she hit her head on the floor. It wasn't enough to give her any severe head trauma but she did have a slightly open wound at the back of her head.

Yasuhiro had volunteered to help Toko.

He had confessed that he liked the author a while ago, but she dismissed it and (kinda of brutally) shot him down.

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"W-what do y-you m-m-mean you like me?" Toko was in a shocked and seemed disgusted

"Y-y-you're a liar. You're l-l-LYING!!"

"Why would I lie about this?"

"To hurt me! You wanna g-get my h-hopes up and then hurt me w-when I get vulnerable"

"Toukocchi, I-"

"YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM"

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While Hagakure was hurt that Toko thought that he would do something like that, he knows that it's not his fault that she thinks that way. He also knows that there's no way to change her mind so there's no reason to try.

But he could at least try to earn back her trust and be friends again. Well, acquaintances as Toko called them.

"You don't h-have to do anything" the purple haired girl stuttered

"Of course I do. Your head's bleeding and I don't think you can see it by yourself" Yasuhiro was calm as he spoke, deep voice sending tremers down Toko's spine. Not in a h o r n y sense or anything like that. He just has a deep ass voice. Like holy shit. like wow. you can cause an earthquake with that bass.

They sat on her bed back to chest

"I could have at least tried" Yasuhiro sat down the peroxide he picked up from the infirmary.

He also had cotton swabs and cotton pads. As well as bandages.

The tall one carefully traced the wound with a cotton swab to get the blood out of the way.

He was really close to Toko. Her face was no where near his chest but she could still tell

"You smell"

Hiro huffed some air out of his nose at that. She wasn't wrong. He did smell of lemony mint. He always had a small amount of weed on him in case if stressful situations.

"Oh yeah? Is it a good smell or a bad smell, Toukocchi?" He could feel her shoulders relax and he said that. He dipped a new swab in the peroxide. He didn't touch her wound yet though. He wanted to hear her answer.

"I-it doesn't matter! It's smelly"

"Hmm. Hey, aren't you the one who doesn't shower?"

"Shut up"

"Okay well. This may sting a bit" He cleaned her wound. Toko gasped at the contact from the cold liquid.

Silence.

"It's not that I don't bathe" Toko had suddenly spoken up

"Hmm?"

"I bathe. it's just" Hiro stayed quiet. He didn't wanna say something in case she wanted to stop her confession.

"I have to build up enough confidence to get in the bath sometimes it gets here to late". Hiro supposes that makes sense the water does cut off at a certain for billing reasons but

"Confidence?" It was a simple question. She didn't have to answer. It was less a question for her and more to himself. He kinda meant to only say it in his head.

"Well...My legs th-they"

"Hey, you don't have to say anything you don't want to. You know that right?"

"I need to say this otherwise I'll be by myself forever. My legs are c-covered with scars" Hiro was shocked by this.

But it was enough to bring him back to what he was doing before. He had totally forgotten to put a bandage on

He slowly pealed the protective layer off and spread it carefully at the back of her head.

"Are you n-not going to s-s-say anyth-thing?"

"I didn't realize you were finshed, my bad"

"Well?"

"Well, I think that you have real reason to not want to bathe. But, I'm kind of confused. Do you not want to reopen the scars or?"

"I don't like looking at them"

"I'm sorry to hear that, Toukocchi" Hiro didn't want to overstep his boundaries. But he did want to help

"Should I help you?"

"W-w-w-what!"

"So you don't have to look at them. I could wash you. Not in a weird way or anything! I just"

Hiro seemed to whisper that last part. He felt awkward. He wasn't tryna be pervy he really just wanted to help.

Hagakure stepped aside to the window in Toko's room and lit the pre-rolled blunt. He inhaled the lemony smoke and exhaled it through his mouth and nose.

Toko looked at the stressed man at her window. His long dreads in a ponytail

Bags under his eyes.

Ance scattered on his tanned skin

Blowing smoke

The sun shining on his deep brown eyes.

Elbow sitting in the window ledge as he brought the marijuana cigarette to he lips.

He looked beautiful.

But he also seemed sad.

Hagakure was embarrassed with what he had proposed to his crush. He just wanted her to feel safe... and clean.

"H-hey, Palm Tree?" This made Yasuhiro smile and he brought his face down and puffed outward.

"So I have a nickname now?"

"Do you promise to not do anything weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I let you help me. I-I wasn't gonna bathe today but If y-your o-offer is.. ya know"

"Toukocchi," Hiro turned to look at Toko who was still sat fidgeting on her bed, "I promise from the bottom of my heart, I would never and will never do anything to make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable"

"okay but... I don't. I. would it be possible for you to do this without you seeing my body?"

"Honestly I think that impossible. But it could be a bubble bath so I can't see under the water"

"t-th-that-that works. Also if you tell anyone about this you'll regret it. you already convinced me to tell you about my insecurities" she spoke in an angry tone but it was obvious she wasn't mad

"Actually if I'm not mistaken I believe it was you that pressured yourself into telling me"

"SHUT UP"

□□□

"Okay, Toukocchi, hop out" Hiro had looked away as he held an out spread towel in his hands for Fukawa to walk into.

Although he looked away she had subconsciously covered her chest until she got wrapped in the towel.

Hiro looked at her. Her long purple hair upbraided, cascading over her shoulders. He could see the little marks on he nose from where her glasses usually sit.

She's so gorgeous. I hope she realizes that one day.

"Can you get out so I can change?"

Oh shit. Right.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry" Hiro walked out closing the door behind him. As soon as he closed it he heard a locking noise.

He stood out in her room and looked around as she changed in her off room bathroom.

He saw her bookshelf. There were copies of her own books. Hiro was actually a big fan of her work. His mom had gotten him into romance novels. it's one of the things they truly bond over.

There were also some manga comics. Surprising considering Toko made a huge deal of manga not being real literature.

I guess we all have our guilty pleasure

The lock on the bathroom door had turned and the door opened.

Hiro's head and turned to see Toko in her underwear. He was awestruck but quickly turned his head back.

"I forgot m-m-my clothes out here" She quickly grabbed her clothes

"I'm sorry you had to see my ugly body" Hiro couldn't let that slide

"What are you talking about" He turned to look at Toko and his voice sounding of mild annoyance.

Toko was shocked

"W-what?"

"Ugly? Toukocchi, you one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen"

"I doubt that" She dismissed. awkwardly smiling. Hiro walked over to Toko. He looked at where her eyes are.

"Toko. I wouldn't lie to you. I would kiss your whole body if it would make you realize how amazingly powerful you look"

"y-you shouldn't k-keep empty promises, Idiot"

That's when he kissed her. Not on the mouth or anything. It was on the forehead. He held her in his arms.

"I love your skin. It's soft but rough at the same time. it compliments your aura so much."

He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed what was in his palm

" I love your hair. It's a beautiful color and it's so shiny"

"probably from how greasy I am"

"probably from how healthy it is"

He brought his head down to kiss her shoulders. He lifted her arms and kissed her hands and wrist.

"I love your hands. You've written such nice material with them and it shows. Sure they're callosed and rough but it just goes to show how much you care about what you produce"

He kneeled down so his face was to her tummy

"Is this okay with you?"

"mhm" Toko had covered her face from embarrassment. She looked like a rose.

" I need a verbal yes or else this feels weird, Toukocchi"

"I-I- I'm okay with this"

He kissed her tummy and she suddenly felt tense

"My- my legs"

He kissed her thighs. He kissed all over where he saw a scar.

"Your legs are beautiful. If you didn't have them right now you wouldn't have have anything to hate. I wouldn't have anything to make you feel better about."

He stood up and kissed her, on the lips this time. His hand held the side of her face. Her cheek leaned into his touch.

"I love you, Toukocchi" Her rose face was now a bright ruby. The brightest to ever be seen. She hid behind her hair

"You love me for my body? Or do you love me because you feel bad for me?"

Once again he chuckled at this.

"Toukocchi, I love you for so much more than that" He brushed her hair our of her face.

"I love how determined you are. Even if you don't feel like it or realize it. You really do more than what you're capable of if the task is important to you. You're sweet, and quirky and you're always there for the rest of us in your own weird way. I love the way you portray the world in your novels. I love the way you smile when you feel truly at peace. Ya know when you think no one is looking? it's that genuine and pure happiness. Even if it's small it really shows how much you care for all of us and enjoy being around us. Like we're all your family"

"Y-you said a lot of words just then"

"I know you don't like me back. And I'm okay with that. But please know that I will love you for the person that you are no matter what. And anytime you feel like you're ugly remember this moment and remember how beautiful you are"

"Yasuhiro, I-"

"Do you promise?"

"I promise"

#hagafuka #toko fukawa #Toko x Yasuhiro #touko x Yasuhiro #danganrompa #trigger happy havoc #touko x Hagakure #toko x Hagakure #Yasuhiro Hagakure #Hagakure Yasuhiro

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i don’t wanna be lost

So after all of our GIVE JASON EMOTIONS shenanigans, this kinda wrote itself. I won’t pretend it’s good, but I enjoyed myself lol.

Anyway, here’s the fic on ffn if you prefer

Summary: When Jason's past comes back to haunt him, he is forced to deal with the emotions he's been ignoring for years. Luckily, he doesn't have to do it alone. (Title from Lost by Montell Fish)

It was another average day at the antique shop.

The Odyssey Historical Society had just brought in a few boxes for Jason to appraise for them and he was in the back of the shop, getting ready to open the first one.

Jillian was lingering in the doorway between the front and back of the shop. She was supposed to be at the counter, but the shop was empty and she was curious about the boxes.

Jason opened the first box and started carefully sifting through its contents.

"Looks like old war gear," Jillian said distastefully.

He pulled out a helmet. "From the Vietnam War," he said, brow furrowed.

"How do you already know that?" She asked.

Jason shrugged, but his voice came out a little quieter than usual, "I used to study this type of stuff."

"Ugh," Jillian groaned. "U.S. troops shouldn't have even been in Vietnam. All of those soldiers were literally killers. They did such awful stuff. It's a stain on U.S. history."

Jason dropped the helmet back into the box and forcefully closed it. His chest felt tight, his breathing, shallow. "Can we not talk about this," he said through gritted teeth.

"Why?" Jillian asked, confused. "Don't tell me you're actually a Vietnam War supporter. The people who died there died for nothing. It was such a waste of a war. I thought you were good with history, Jason. You should definitely know about that."

Jason didn't respond. He was breathing heavily now. His hands were starting to shake. When he tried to stand up, he knocked his chair over, sending it crashing to the floor.

"Jason what's wrong?" Jillian reached out to put a hand on his arm, but he shrugged it off.

"I–I'm fine." He could barely speak. He felt like the walls were closing in around him. Everything was blurring. The lights seemed so bright they were blinding. His eyes were burning and watery. He staggered toward the door to his office. He tripped over something on the floor and stumbled into the wall.

"Jason?" Jillian asked again.

Her voice felt so loud. Like she was pounding on his ear drums with drumsticks. "Just stop!" He heard himself yell. He didn't even realize he was doing it.

Finally, he opened the office door and made it into the room, slamming the door behind him. Hands still shaking, he fumbled to pull his cell phone out of his pocket. It took a few tries, but eventually he dialed his dad's number.

"Hey, Jason!" his dad answered brightly.

So loud.

When Jason didn't answer, Whit immediately sounded more concerned. "Jason? Son, are you there?"

After what felt like an eternity, Jason finally made his lips move. "Dad, I need you," he said softly.

"Are you at the antique shop?" Whit asked quickly.

"Yeah," Jason croaked, unable to elaborate.

His knees buckled underneath him and he sank to his hands and knees on the floor. He must have dropped the phone, but he didn't really notice. He felt like a weight was slowly crushing him to the floor. It was crushing his lungs so he couldn't breathe. It was crushing his head so he couldn't think. All he could hear was Jillian's voice: "All of those soldiers were literally killers," repeating over and over in his head.

Jerry wasn't a killer. He wasn't. He would never.

Whit rushed into the antique shop.

Without a greeting, he turned to Jillian. "Where's Jason? What happened?"

"He's in his office," she said. "I don't really know what happened, one minute we were looking at some war memorandum–"

"Memorabilia?"

"Yeah that. One minute we were looking through the stuff the historical society dropped off, the next he was yelling at me and he shut himself in the office."

"What kind of war memorabilia was it?" Whit asked.

"It was from Vietnam. Dumbest war in history."

Whit bristled a little. "Is that what you said to Jason about it?"

"Well yeah, I mean that's pretty common knowledge."

Whit sighed heavily. "Jillian, have you ever seen the war memorial in McAlister Park?"

"No," she said hesitantly.

"Why don't you go take a look at it?" Whit suggested. "Read the names on there carefully."

"Okay, but I don't–"

"Just go, you can come back in a little while."

After Jillian left, Whit tapped lightly on the office door, "Jason?" he called softly.

The only response was the sound of a muffled sob.

Whit carefully opened the office door. None of the lights were turned on. Jason's phone lay on the floor, as if tossed carelessly to the side. Jason himself was curled up on the floor, shoulders shaking as he cried.

Whit knelt next to his son. "I'm here, Jason," he said. Tentatively, he placed a hand on Jason's back. When he didn't flinch away, Whit rubbed slow circles there, like he had when Jason was sick as a kid, staying quiet for a long time.

After a while, Jason rolled over to face his father.

Whit's heart broke to see the despair in his son's eyes.

"I– I don't know what happened," he whispered. "I didn't think I would react that way."

Whit nodded. "Sometimes grief hits when you least expect it. It can be over the smallest thing. But it is normal."

"But I've seen so much," Jason said, voice cracking. "Something so small shouldn't be able to take me down like that. I was trained to be better than that."

"Jason, you're not undercover anymore," Whit sighed. "The way you've been living for so long… it's okay to be honest again."

Jason nodded, but he found it hard to take comfort in that.

That night, Jason sat alone at a bar just outside of Odyssey. He shouldn't be here. He had been dry for months now. But after the day he'd had, he didn't know what else to do.

He had waited until his dad was asleep and then snuck out of the house like some guilty teenager. It wasn't the first time. He wished he could say it would be the last, but he knew he'd be lying to himself.

He'd started drinking when he was undercover as the Stiletto. At first it was just a drink here and there while he met with contacts in random, grungy bars where no one would give them a second look. He had quickly realized how much he liked the numbness that a couple of drinks brought. It made him feel like maybe he was doing the right thing after all. It's not like he had wanted to go back to his life as an agent, but somehow he always got sucked back in.

When he drank he forgot his guilt. The guilt of living a lie day and night for months at a time. The guilt of leaving Odyssey and never looking back. The guilt of leaving Tasha to think he was dead. But he also felt guilty for drinking. So he drank to forget that guilt too.

Eventually, the alcohol didn't work like it used to. He could drink the night away and never feel the light numbness that he desired. He didn't even enjoy drinking anymore, but he did it anyway.

One night his habit caught up to him. He was on a mission, but decided to drink a little beforehand. With his senses dulled ever so slightly, he had missed every warning sign in the book. Next thing he knew, he was waking up tied to a chair.

After his escape (though he didn't make it out unscathed), he had quickly worked to curb the habit he had created. By the time he moved back to Odyssey, he was back to only drinking occasionally. He wanted it to stay that way.

But then there were nights like tonight.

He knew he would just lay in bed staring at the ceiling for hours if he tried to go to sleep. He would be thinking about Jerry. About all of the times he had failed Jerry. How he had wanted to become an agent to be like Jerry, but instead he had become a liar and, very nearly, a killer.

Jerry wasn't a killer. He wasn't. He would never.

Out of habit, Jason had sat at a spot along the bar that gave him a good view of the door. Each time it squeaked open, he instinctively looked up. Once an agent always an agent.

He had just finished his first drink when the door squeaked again and he looked up to see just about the last person he expected.

He and Connie made eye contact almost immediately. They both froze, equally surprised to see each other. Connie sheepishly made her way over to sit next to him at the bar.

"Wasn't expecting to see you here," was all she said.

"I could say the same thing to you."

She sighed. "I shouldn't be here."

"Me neither," he replied.

Neither of them moved.

He turned to look at her, "so what brought you to this fine establishment at midnight on a Wednesday?" he joked.

She laughed a little. "It's about the only place a girl can just sit alone after 10pm without getting strange looks. And I would know a lot about sitting alone."

Jason raised an eyebrow at her.

"I went on a date tonight," she explained.

"Ah," he said, finally understanding. "Was it that bad?"

"No," she said after a moment. "But it wasn't good. It wasn't a good fit. I'm starting to think I'll never find a good fit."

"I know how that feels," Jason muttered.

"I mean all I want is a good Christian guy with some common interests. It shouldn't be that difficult."

"Try looking for someone with common life experience," Jason said sardonically. "It won't get you very far."

Connie laughed.

The bartender brought them each their drinks.

Connie and Jason fell into a comfortable, but heavy silence. The silence of two close friends who had mourned together more than anyone should ever have to. Friends who understood each other's pain and loss and loneliness more deeply than most.

When they'd each finished their drinks, Connie spoke up again. "I heard about what happened earlier."

"Yeah," Jason sighed, looking down at his drink.

The look of shame on his face made Connie's heart feel heavy.

"Jason, look at me."

For a second, she didn't think he would respond, but finally, he turned his head to face her.

"It's okay," she told him. "It's okay to feel that way. It's okay to fall apart sometimes. To tell someone when you feel like you're going to fall apart. You can talk about how you feel. To me or your dad or even Eugene. You have friends, you know."

Jason looked back down into his empty glass. His lips were pressed tightly together. His eyes were shining and watery when the light hit them. He took a deep shuddering breath.

Connie put a hand on his arm as Jason started to cry. She quickly pulled out enough cash for each of their drinks and left it on the bar.

With a hand on Jason's back, she gently guided him outside.

When the brisk night air hit her skin, she turned to look up at Jason's face. Tears were openly falling down his cheeks now.

Without warning, Jason enveloped her in a hug. Pressing his face into her shoulder.

She held him tightly and for a while they just stayed there. Standing outside of a bar that neither of them wanted to be at. Thinking about things they wished they didn't have to think about.

Eventually Jason released her from his embrace and wiped at his face with the back of his hand. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Don't be," Connie said firmly. He looked down at her and when they made eye contact, she realized they understood each other better than either of them had realized before.

A cool breeze blew between them and Connie shivered involuntarily.

"Let's go to my car," Jason suggested.

Connie followed behind him and got in on the passenger's side.

Jason started the car and cranked up the heat.

For a while they sat in silence.

"I'm so hungry," Connie finally said.

Jason laughed. "Me too."

"Where should we go?" Connie asked. "We can't go to our houses and everything's closed by now."

Jason thought for a moment. "Let's go to the shop, we can stop at the 24-hour gas station for snacks on the way."

Connie giggled, "let's do it!"

She felt so warm and happy sitting in the car with Jason. She knew some of that feeling was from the alcohol, but that wasn't the only reason she felt this way. She hadn't just spent time with friends on a late night in ages. Most of her friends were married and they all had jobs and responsibilities to deal with. She hadn't done something this spontaneous since her last picnic with Penny and Wooton; and she certainly hadn't been out this late since one of Penny's painting parties back when she still lived at the house.

They stopped at the gas station and bought a ridiculous amount of overpriced junk food. By the time they left the store, Connie was laughing so hard she was getting a stitch in her side.

Jason parked his car behind Whit's End and they hurried to unlock the door and bring their bags in before anyone saw them (not that there was anyone else in McAlister Park at 1am).

They turned on the lights in the kitchen and dumped their stash of snacks out on one of the counters.

They ate and talked, Connie laughing a little too much and even Jason being sillier than usual. They talked about everything from the important to the trivial. Connie told Jason about the woes of raising a teenager. Jason told her about a big auction he would be going to the next weekend. It felt nice.

Eventually they decided to bake some cookies. Connie knew she wasn't thinking straight at all by that point. Her low tolerance for alcohol combined with the exhaustion of staying up so much later than usual was making her act goofy.

At some point, Jason accidentally dumped flour everywhere, including all over Connie, and instead of getting mad like she would normally, she just laughed even harder.

They kept baking, but by the time the cookies were out of the oven, they had both decided they were too full from the junk food to try them.

When they both started yawning, they headed to the office, continuing to talk softly as they drifted off.

The last thing Connie heard before she fell asleep was Jason's low voice telling her about some mission he had been on once, but his sleepy, mumbled words were too difficult to understand.

Jason woke up disoriented and groggy. He looked at his phone: 5am. Then he remembered where he was.

He quickly hopped off the couch he had fallen asleep on. He and Connie were in the office where they had been talking until they fell asleep. He must not have been asleep for long, but if he didn't hurry up and get home, he wouldn't make it back to the house before his dad woke up.

He glanced over at Connie who was peacefully asleep and sprawled across the desk chair. Her head was hanging at an angle he was sure would give her a neck ache for the rest of the day and her mouth was hanging open just slightly.

He decided to let her sleep until he was ready to leave.

Jason hurried downstairs to survey the mess they had made in the kitchen. There was a sheet of cookies sitting out that he only vaguely remembered baking. He picked one up and tried it. Immediately, he gagged and spit the cookie back out. He had no idea what was in it, but it was awful.

He scraped the rest of the cookies off the sheet and into the garbage. He washed dishes, wiped down counters, and swept the floor. He took the trash out and then went back upstairs to get Connie.

She was fast asleep on the desk chair, flour still clinging to her cheek. He reached out and gently wiped it off with his thumb.

"Connie," he whispered.

No response.

He reached out and shook her shoulder gently, "Connie, wake up."

She stirred, grimacing as her eyes slowly peeked open. "Huh?"

"Sorry to wake you up, but we have to go if you want to be home before Jules and Jillian get up."

That woke her up. "What time is it?" She asked, quickly standing up and running her fingers through her messy brown hair.

"Ten 'til six."

She gasped, "we still have to go get my car."

He nodded, "let's get out of here."

They shut off all of the lights and locked everything up, just as it was before they had gotten there.

The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, the sky slowly changing from dark blue to purple to pink.

Jason wished they had more time to stop and enjoy it together, but they didn't have a second to spare.

They hopped in the car and Jason drove as fast as he dared back to the bar.

When they got there, he and Connie paused, neither of them really wanting to go home.

"Thanks for this," Connie said. "I really needed someone who… understands."

Jason nodded, smiling a little. "Next time we want to, you know," he tilted his head toward the bar. "We should hang out again. Without the alcohol."

She smiled, "Definitely. Call me any time."

She opened the car door and climbed out. "I mean it," she said before closing the door. "Any time."

He watched her walk to her car, get in, and drive away.

For some reason, he really hoped he would see her later that day.

When he got home, he unlocked the door and crept in as quietly as he could.

"Morning, son," his dad's voice called from the kitchen as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

He froze. "Uh, hey, dad."

"Getting some early morning fishing in?"

Jason walked into the kitchen. "Yeah," he said, but it didn't sit right with him. "Well, actually no."

Whit raised an eyebrow at him.

Jason sighed. "Dad, I need to talk to you about something. I need help."

#aio #adventures in odyssey #fanfiction #jason whittaker #connie kendall #john avery whittaker #jillian sucks

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