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aehyei · 2 years

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𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔

School’s almost over and you’re finally going to live as an adult in college. Also, you’re just happy that you won’t get to see your sworn enemy ever since childhood, Lee Donghyuck, anymore. There is just no way that you’ll be keeping any memory of him as you step in another chapter in your life—until he told you to smile for the camera.

PAIRING : enemy! skater!lee haechan x reader

GENRE : !crack, !fluff, !enemies to lovers!au, !senior high school!au, a little !idiots to lovers!au

WC : 1.87k

WARNINGS : cuss words, haechan annoying the reader purposely, not really funny jokes (i tried), reader being lonely and dense with haechan’s love signs, sarcasm

TAG LIST : @nikisimpsharon, @ishokenmei, @kristyxoxo, @forhaever, @kingjeno423, @furryllamas, @cheezbot, @glbyoon2k, @valentineyun0

AUTHOR’S NOTES : this story is requested. (anon: Can I request a haechan fic, preferably an enemies to lovers trope?, smut or not you can decide I’m in my donghyuck feels. No i love you more) and anon no i love you the most 😡😡😍🥰🥰😘

IT’S FUNNY, REALLY.

It’s comedy gold how people cry about how they’re gonna miss you and forget your name the next following day. Is it because you didn’t give them any memories that are worth to remember? Or maybe you did, but the ‘bad’ kind.

But whatever the reason is, you’re just glad that you have no one crying that they’ll 'miss’ you.

Why?

Simple, you weren’t part of anyone’s memories—bad or good—and it’s amazing(ly pathetic). Your high school life is nothing special; you talked to a few fellow classmates about projects or whenever they want to borrow a pen.

And that’s all.

Being invisible is as amazing as it is. You have no embarrassing memories to remember and tell your grandchildren about and you have no shame in telling everyone you have friends.

Are you being sarcastic?

Yes.

yes you are.

Being a fucking loner is the worst. You have no one to gush about when you find a cute guy and you have no one to cry to when you come to a point in life and realize how utterly pathetic you are. Basically, you lived high school watching teenagers around you fall in love and get their hearts broken and—

“Watch out nerd!” Haechan glided through the hallways in his skateboard, his voice loud enough for everyone including you to hear, but you being you, ignored his warning and Haechan being Haechan, he purposely angled to hit you.

—Of course, how could you forget the boy who made your life a living nightmare ever since daycare.

Lee Donghyuck—who also goes by the nickname Haechan—is the devil’s son who stole your candies every trick or treating and stole your homeworks to claim as his own.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, blowing off the hair covering half your face and hurrying to grab all the papers from the ground. “Woops, didn’t see you there, Y/n. Say, you still haven’t grown ever since 3rd grade.” The skater boy teasingly grins, ignoring the pain on his butt when he fell off from his skater from the impact. “Maybe open your eyes, Lee.” You hissed back, standing up properly and leaving to avoid anymore conversation with him.

“Wait! I have to talk to…you…” Haechan watch your figure disappear from his sight and sighed, eyeing the camera threatening to show from his backpack. Oh well, there are other more opportunities to approach (annoy) you before graduation.

Still cursing the same boy who bumped into you while walking to class, you couldn’t help but reminisce on the bad memories that maybe, keyword: maybe, you’ll tell your future grandkids about.

The memory of the kid who pushed you out of the swings, Lee Donghyuck.

Or is the title 'The memory of the boy who made fun of everything that you’re doing, Lee Donghyuck’ a better title?

Maybe you’ll settle in 'The memory of the man who made ruining your life a natural talent, Lee Donghyuck’.

“I know you’re all excited in being grown-ass adults,” The teacher, Mr. Yun chuckles seeing his students cheer from what he said, “But I want all of you to know that being one isn’t easy. I’ve thought you kids ever since you all entered 1st year of high school and I’ve seen all of you grow into what you are now.”.

“Don’t cry Mr. Yun! We won’t forget you.” One student teases, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. “Me? Cry? Over all of you? No way! I’m actually really happy I won’t see any of your faces next year.” The teacher chuckles, leaning his back on the desk and eyeing everyone’s faces as if it was the last time.

“Ms. Y/n, any plans for college?” Mr. Yun catches by your quiet figure by the back end of the classroom. Only less then half turned their heads towards you, looking genuinely surprised that you existed.

Giving them a 'What? Surprised that I exist?’ look, you decided to shrug it off and answer the teacher, “J-Just to finish college…”, you said, not quite sure what to say. Mr. Yun nods at what you said and taps his chin, “That’s all? I’m sure there’s more, isn’t that right?.

Plans…plans…plans…ah! You have some! To start your life, forget about the horrors you had in high school, finally get some friends, and most importantly: never cross anymore paths with Haechan.

“…Yeah, I think that’s all.” You lied through your teeth, clicking on your tongue and faking out a smile. “Alright. Anyone else who has plans?” Mr. Yun looks around the class. Your glad he decides to let you go because you didn’t know what else to say, your plans are simple and it surely is not their business to know.

Feeling someone’s eyes on you, you looked around and held an eye contact with the devil himself. Haechan dropped his left eye into a wink and let out a cocky grin seeing you roll your eyes and look away. Just to get into your nerves more, he rummaged to his bag and took a crumbled paper, writing on it with his lucky pen.

In no time, a crumbled paper has been thrown on the back of your head.

Clenching your fist, you glared at the man and picked it up, not even bothering to read the message inside and throwing it in your bag—making a mental note that you’ll throw it out in the trash later after class.

Haechan’s lips slowly turned into a pout seeing that he did not grab your full attention and sighed, resting his head on his desk table. When are you just going to notice that you were never alone to begin with and that someone was willing to give you a shoulder to cry on if you just give him a chance?

And lunch happens.

What do you normally see in lunch? Well, there are girls pouring juices or cold water on their enemies or couples making out in the corner or just group of friends trying to skip school, so like you just said, lunch is pretty normal.

Just like how normal days go, you sit alone on the empty table and eat by yourself like some idiot who doesn’t have friends.

Oh wait, your not like some idiot who doesn’t have friends, because you are some idiot who doesn’t have friends.

Well, that’s life.

Munching on the sandwich your bought, you decided to stop watching the daily normal activities high school students do in lunch and get lost in your own little world. “I could buy ramen and banana milk to treat myself and celebrate that I finally got to graduate,” you mumbled to yourself, planning the small party that only you are invited at later night.

“Y/n!”

Turning your head in surprise that someone actually knew your name, your blood ran cold seeing one of Haechan’s friends, Mark Lee, smiling at you. “You’re…Y/n, right?”, he asks.

Be cool. Be cool. It’s not like he’ll eat you alive.

“Y-Yeehaw?”

Congratulations, now you understand why you don’t have friends.

“Oh?”, Mark raised a brow, chuckling at your awkward stiff figure, “Hyuck’s right, you’re a unique woman”. Putting down your sandwich, you give him a confused look, “Okay, I don’t know if ‘unique woman’ is supposed to insult me or compliment me.”

“Take it whatever you will.” He shrugs before licking his lips, “Listen, I came here because Hyuck wants to talk to you but you’re avoiding him at all cost.”. Frowning at the mention of his name, you groaned and closed your eyes, god, when will he stop? “If you know Haechan, then you would most probably avoid him.”

Mark nods, agreeing with what you said but sighs after, “He’s not that bad you know. He actually cares for the people he loves a lot. Like, we don’t notice this, but he really does.”.

You slowly let his words sink in, “A-And, what does that have to do with me?”

“Come on.” He mentions you to follow him before climbing on his skateboard. You silently debated if you would come or not, but hey, it’s almost graduation and you won’t see anymore Lee Donghyuck, so why not give him a chance? “Okay,” you breathe out, standing up and following Mark to wherever your cute childhood sworn enemy is.

The first thing you see is Haechan trying tricks with his skateboard while Renjun takes videos of him. “I got her!” Mark announced to his friends, stepping out of his ride to show your figure behind him. Renjun smirks and turns the recording phone where Haechan walks over to you.

“Finally, I got your attention.” Haechan says in relief, his board tucked on his right arm and his back pack swung on his left shoulder. “So what’s this important thing you gotta tell me that it took to the point where you had to send in poor Mark.”

“First of all, smile.” Haechan says, reaching for his new camera and adjusting it’s lenses.

What?

“What?” You echoed on your thoughts, confused as ever. “I said smile.” He repeats, levelling the camera by his eyes so he could finally do the one thing he wanted ever since he saw how hidden you are in all school photo books. “A-Are you trying to take a picture of me?” You ask the obvious, immediately covering your hands on your face. Haechan took a moment to roll his eyes, “No. I’m trying to make you jump of a building. Of course I’m taking a picture of you, now smile for the camera.”

“Give me three reasons why I should follow you.”

“One, I noticed that there are no photos of you smiling. Two, you barely have any pictures at all. And three, Mr. Yun said I have to take a picture of my most favourite memory and take it with me to college.” Haechan reasons out, his neck and ears flushing while mumbling out the last sentence.

“Have you gone mad?”

“Madly in love.” Haechan once again says with a quiet mumble that isn’t really quite that silent as you were able to hear him. He cleared his throat after a couple of seconds, “come on now! Smile for the camera.”

You brain wasn’t processing when you unconsciously smiled, not for the camera, but at his words. Your cheeks too flushed into different shades of pink as you did. “Now that’s a winner’s smile.” Haechan chuckled, taking a couple of shots quickly before you could realize anything.

“What winner’s smile? I’m not smiling, asshole. I’m frowning, see? I hate you.” You try to mask up your oddly fast beating heart with a frown, just like what you said. “I’ll take it, Y/n. Good shot, I’ll see more of you at college.”, Haechan grins as he takes a look of the photos he took, gesturing his friends that they had to leave before he stops and glances at you, “Also, you might want to check the note I gave you.”

So you did.

Hey Y/n, your world seems dark. But don’t worry, I’ll be the sun who’ll light you up ;)

There’s only two things circling your mind. One is why haven’t you threw it out in the trash yet and the other one is holy shit, he really had gone mad.

“Lee! I want those photos!” You scream behind him making Haechan smile widely while he walks away.

Guess the title of the story you’ll be telling your grandkids in the future is ‘The memory of how I met your grandpa’.

#nct haechan #nct dream fluff #hyej4e fics #nct dream angst #nct dream imagines #haechan imagines #nct angst #nct fluff #nct scenarios #lee haechan #haechan fanfic #haechan fluff #haechan angst #nct #nct imagines #nct drabbles

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warmau · 4 years

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“so,,,,,,,where exactly did you find them?”

the boy infront of you scratches the back of his head, his eyes shifting nervously to the floor

“outside the skate park.”

“someone just put them there? in a box?”

“yeah, like i told you - one second there was nothing and i was you know - skating - and then i looked back at the same spot and there was this box with -”

he motions and you look down at the four baby kittens, all curled around each other, all matted fur and raggedy looking tails

“ok. and you brought them here, which was the right thing to do - um-”

you look at him for a solid moment, piercings in every ear, nose ring, oversized hoodie, beat up board under his arm

“yuta. my names yuta.”

“well yuta, if they’re not yours then ill be taking them in as strays.”

he straightens up

“are you going to ..... are going to take care of them? or are you going to-”

you get what he’s insinuating from the way his face pales a little with fright

you shake your head, no - this isn’t a kill shelter first of all, and also kittens are always in demand to be adopted so once they get in healthy shape a loving family will probably take them in

you explain this all to yuta, who fidgets in front of the counter, and then leaves without a word when you ask him if there’s anything else you can help with

you are a little ticked at the rude exit, but a small and hungry meow shifts your focus

maybe four days pass - when the door to the shelter opens again

you’re on night duty, the other volunteer - taeyong - is in the back working on some adoption paperwork processing

and so you stand up and expect someone to scurry in as usual, looking ashamed and embarrassed, handing you off their ailing cat or misbehaving puppy

which isn’t the animals fault at all - but usually the incompetency of a novice owner

but instead you see yuta. again.

“are the kittens ok?”

you register the question and narrow your eyes

“listen if you didn’t just find them and were actually their owner you can’t jus-”

“no, no - id never abandon them like that - i-if they were mine.”

his eyes blaze a little and by the way his voice goes higher you realize he’s probably telling the truth

he has the some board under his arm and the same old looking hoodie - this time his hair is more messy, as if he came here in a rush

“i just wanted to make sure they’re ok.”

you tap your fingers against the counter and sigh

“follow me.”

he breaks into a smile but you snap your fingers and point to the board

“that thing stays out here.”

he obliges, leaning it up against one of the walls and tailing behind you as you open the door to the back

taeyong only shifts an eyebrow at the sight of you too - but goes back to flipping through papers as you stop in front of an incubator

“two of them are in here because they were in a critical condition, but the other two are over there - probably romping around with the others.”

yuta looks through the opening and the light reflects back on his face, the worried look he had been wearing turns into a heartwarming smile

and he coos at them a little before you almost have to drag him away

back behind the counter, you watch him pick his board up

this time he thanks you before he goes and asks;

“are you the one taking care of them?”

“for the most part, but other volunteers do too when im not on my shift. why?”

he pushes the door open and shrugs

“you seem like you’d do the best job at it - taking care of them and all.”

before you can even respond, and you can’t because the shock of the statement kind of paralyzes you, yuta is gone

all you see is him get on his board and skate away through the window

we’ve met once - well twice - but it’s nice i gave you such a good impression?

you check your watch two weeks later when you’re on night duty again. there’s no way he’s coming, but this is around the time he stopped by-

“hey.”

you look up and yuta’s at the counter. no board this time, but the same hoodie.

if you had known each other longer, you might have realized he got another stud in his right ear.

“are you here to finally adopt them?”

you ask, because you’re genuinely curious, also what other reason would he have for showing up here a third time

he shakes his head

“no, i can’t take care of them - even if i wanted to.”

you are about to tell him that’s a lame excuse, but you hear him mutter after

“i have to figure out how to take care of myself first.”

so you don’t answer, instead you motion for him to follow you

this time, you let him play with one of the kittens and you see the way he giggles and holds them carefully, they lean into him and although skittish with most

they seem comfortable and almost serene in the palm of his hands

you know you shouldn’t really be letting him back in here, but the happiness painted across him in the moment washes away any caution you would have harbored with anyone else

when you have to say goodbye this time, you are surprised that yuta asks when your night shift ends

“6 am.”

“woah, isn’t it still dark out then?”

“it’s the middle of summer so the sun comes out while im on the train.”

he nods, waves, and disappears again.

when your shift ends - you pack your things - and say goodbye to the animals and taeyong

you shrug your bag over your shoulder and don’t even realize yuta is sitting on the curb outside until you turn in the direction of the train and hear him go

“hey - wait!”

you feel slightly weird, but not unsafe as he walks beside you

“how long were you out there?”

“not that long, i went back to the skate park - skated till like 4ish with friends then just went down to the beach.”

“is that what you’ve been doing with your summer nights?”

you mean it as a bit of a joke, but he nods - running a hand through his hair - “not much else to do.”

“isn’t anyone worried you’re staying out that late?”

“no. no one tends to worry about me.”

you think about that phrase on the ride home.

realizing that you should have asked yuta about it when you had the chance

so instead you show up the next day at the skate park

you look around, and then you see him

he’s leaning against the fence - his board on the ground beside him, with his hoodie pilled ontop and a half finished energy drink

he’s got a sleeveless black tanktop on, messily tucked into scuffed looking jeans.

some other skaters are talking to him and he’s laughing

but he has his arms crossed and even though he looks part of the group

something about him is defensive and keeping others at bay

you don’t meant to stare, and you start thinking this was actually foolish of you to do, until he turns his head and catches your gaze

he jogs over - some people from inside the park wolf whistle and he flips them off

“i know you didn’t miss me or anything, so what are you doing here?”

you narrow your eyes - that’s the first thing he thinks to say?

“well, i just was thinking about something and- well ill just ask.”

he puts his hands in his pockets and looks at you in a way you are not used to being looked at

like he’s searching inside your expression for truthiness

or maybe safety

“is that why you brought the kittens to us. because you thought like you, no one else would worry about them?”

your voice is low, almost a whisper and the look on yuta’s face softens

“yeah.”

he chuckles, but you can tell it is sad

“kind of pathetic, huh?”

“no.”

you reject

“taking care of others is never pathetic.”

a silence quilts the conversation, but you don’t feel like it is depressive at all

instead you suddenly announce

“ill do it.”

“do what?”

“ill worry about you, so for starters, stop hanging out here until 4 am and go home and sleep.”

he’s smiling when he asks and so it betrays what point he’s trying to make

“hey, i didn’t ask for you to worry-”

“too bad. im making the decision to on my own. also, if you want to see the kittens, come during the day.”

surprisingly, yuta takes you up on the order

he shows up the following week at a normal hour of the day and when he’s playing with those kittens again

the light on his face is somehow stronger

he waits for you again to finish work, this time you ask him why - it’s light out and you don’t need to be walked to the train

“oh im not here to walk you to the train.”

“then why are you here?”

“to take you on a date.”

the date is - as you might have guessed - at the skate park

where you wobble around on the board as yuta holds you steady by the waist

you keep almost falling over so in due time you just tell him to let you give up

the two of you can go spread out on a bench and drink something cold instead

yuta agrees, but he insists that with more practice you’ll get better. you just don’t think so.

and this little day, becomes an almost weekly endeavor

you work your job at the shelter and yuta picks you up

you two usually end up doing absolutely nothing together, just walking around and talking

and yet it feels at the same time that you are doing everything together

everything that people do to survive

eating, talking, breathing, touching

when yuta first kisses you it is on the steps leading down into the train.

he kisses with an intensity you have never experience from anyone else before

so much so that you get shy and stop him because you are in public and it is broad daylight

“are you suggesting we continue somewhere more dark and private?”

he tickles against your ear and you push him playfully away

escaping down into the train before he can pick apart your embarrassment

needless to say, it does happen - how can it not when yuta ignores you telling him to not wait around after your night shift ends

and he’s there, and the summer darkness is sweltering, and he is too

and taeyong is off on sick leave, no one else is there to watch the animals with you and the little office in the back is cramped but it fits two people just perfectly

you mutter when you’re both getting dressed again that you hope the animals didn’t hear anything

and yuta, with just his jeans on - prances out to check on the kittens

then the day comes - when a young couple stops in and decides they’re going to adopt all four.

it’s bittersweet to let them go, and it almost hurts to tell yuta about it later on

with you pressed into his arms. but he just squeezes you.

“im happy they find someone that’ll worry about them.”

you agree and then his lips speak against your hair

“im happy i found someone who will worry about me too.”

you pull back and yuta waits for your reaction you lean in and kiss him gently

“im happy i get to worry about you, yuta.”

he grins and mumbles that you can’t say things like that and expect him not to keep falling more and more crazily in love with you.

but that’s exactly what you expect, and you expect that he’ll keep feeling that way

because you do

even years later

when it’s both your turn to finally worry about something together

“can we adopt four?”

“no, only one yuta.”

“fine - but what if we find four kittens like i did when we first met?”

you roll your eyes, “that’ll be a miracle.”

you walk through the doors of the shelter and are greeted with a wave from the receptionist

“are you guys looking for a dog or a cat?”

“we’re looking for a kitten, do you have any?”

yuta’s arm is around your waist and you want to tell him to stop looking at you and pay attention when the receptionist brightens

“yes! we actually just got a whole litter, would you like to see them.”

you nod and catch yuta’s wide eyes - he mouths

“a litter? isn’t that more than four? are we about to adopt like eight ca-”

you pinch his cheek, tell him to stop dreaming, but he just nuzzles in against your ear

the receptionist giggles into her palm at the affection between you two and you mumble that gosh, looks like you already adopted a big kitten all those years ago.

#the way im not posting this weeks after his actualy bday win for me #nct scenarios #nct au #yuta scenarios #yuta au #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 au #nct #yuta #sfw

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primalsouls · 3 years

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white rabbit pt 3

langa hasegawa x gn! reader (pt 1 - pt 2)

anon: omg is there going to be a part three of the white rabbit ?? i liked it a lot but its ok if you dont want to write a 3rd part :D

⚠️ : mentions of blood (like from small cuts??)

theme: general

note: sorry if the part where they skated is badly written lol. ive not good with "action" scenes. 💀 anyway, here is part 3! i hope you like it, enjoy it, and thank you for reading! no proofread, sorry for any mistake. let me know what you think. :)

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Skateboards were lined up beside each other. Their owner stood on them with ease, readying themselves once the horns go off. The crowd watched with anticipating gazes. Whispers were thrown among themselves on who would beat who. Bets were placed. All eyes set on the young pair. Excitement and anxiety swim around the atmosphere.

Langa took a deep breath. His baby blue eyes looked over to his group of friends. Reki sent him a wink, mouthing "good luck" toward him. Miya and Shadow talked among themselves what the White Rabbit would do to Langa. Said boy was nervous, for the time during a beef. He was nervous. Going up against his crush. Was probably not the best way for first impressions. Maybe, just maybe a beef wasn't a good way to talk to his crush. At all.

Before the race start off, Langa turned to the other skater.

"[Y/N], good luck." Langa said, surprising them with a kind smile. [Y/N] blinked, repeating his words through their head before a click of the tongue was heard and their eyes narrowed.

"I don't need your well wishes." They started quietly, voice low and steady. "I'm gonna win and you'll be the one leaving S. Not me." Langa was taken back by their words. He picked up the broken tone on their last two words. "And it's White Rabbit to you and everyone else. We're not friends and we'll never be." As they spoke, the traffic lights above them, went on one by one. When it reached the third light and the horn went off at the same time [Y/N] said those last three words, they dashed away from the crowd and Langa, already starting to get ahead of him. Langa froze a bit, watching them skated away. His head repeated their words over and over. It made his heart stirred uncomfortably inside, a heavy feeling settled inside his chest.

"Langa! What are you doing!?" Miya called out, bringing the boy out of his thoughts. He glanced over to them. Miya's face scrunched in a pissed manner as Shadow and Reki stared at him confused.

"Ah... Sorry..." Langa mumbled before he prepared himself shortly and took off with ease speed. Reki watched with a frown on his face.

"What's up with him?" Shadow asked as they all watched the bluenette disappeared from their sights. Reki shrugged, turning to the other two.

"I don't know... He look upset for a moment there." Reki said, scratching the back of his head. "Langa," he started off, catching their attention. "He has a crush on [Y/N]." His voice was low, wanting to keep it between the three of them but Shadow was shock at the confess he repeatedly the sentence loud enough for the small crowd surrounding them to hear but Reki and Miya shut him off, whispers being thrown at him to quiet down. "You guys heard me right." Reki continued, pulling them away from the crowd and headed to the large screen displaying Langa and [Y/N] racing down the old mine. Langa was still a bit far from them it made the watchers believed he won't be able to catch up.

"A crush? On [Y/N]?" Miya started slowly.

"aka the White Rabbit of S?" Shadow chimed in.

"Adam's sibling!?" Reki jumped when they both yelled at him in unison, causing him to take a step back and held his arms up to defend himself. He nodded rapidly to answer their three-part questions.

Miya shook his head, disbelief written all over their face. Shadow crossed his arms, head shaking as he disapproved of Langa's crush on the other skater.

"That's absurd. Of all people, this slime likes [Y/N]!? Did he hit his head or something!? Not only that, what makes him think beefing them would get them to like him back?" Miya paced back and forth, hands moving everywhere as he rambled on.

"Heh. He probably wants to see if they were compatible. I mean, it's such a uncool way to talk to your crush. If it were me, I would have just show them my awesome tricks!" Shadow exclaimed but when he turned to the boys, he received nothing but deadpan looks. "Why are you looking at me like that!?" Shadow glared, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, please, you wouldn't have the guts to do that in front of the pretty florist manager. Much less talk without looking like a fool." Miya taunted, smirking. Shadow splurted out insults at the youngest. Reki chuckled awkwardly. The redhead turned to the screen, the camera set on Langa. His brows knitted down. Reki could see he focused on something else than on winning.

"Langa..." Reki muttered, fists clenched by his sides.

Langa turned a corner, catching up to [Y/N] and the skaters that watched by the sidelines down the narrowed racetrack cheered for him and the White Rabbit. Most of them demanding the skater in front of him to guide him through their thorned pit. Langa didn't want this. He realized that now. This won't get him anywhere aside skating against them. And from the way they spoke to him in that little time between them, it sounded like anger flowed through their voice. He wondered why. Has he said something wrong to them? Has he spoke to them in the past and pissed them off in any sort of way? Langa couldn't recall any moment approaching them. So, why did they acted cold towards him? Why did he felt hatred from them? It bothered him. It upset him.

[Y/N] clicked their tongue. They glanced over their shoulder and noticed the boy catch up to them with great speed. They won't lose. They won't leave S. They won't be strip off their title. Off their everything they built. [Y/N] won't allow Langa to win. They had to win. Their life was on the line. Just the thoughts of it eagered them to speed up. They lowered their stance, picking up speed. As another corner came to view, the rabbit swirled side by side a bit, bend slightly and turned the sharp corner. Their breathing quickened. They were anxious for the race to come to an end. They know they be should careful but they wanted to end the beef already and prove to Adam what they were capable of being S's White Rabbit.

Langa. It was all they heard from their older brother. It disgusted them. Made their skin crawled. When their eyes first landed on the bluenette and the way he skate, it left them stunned. [Y/N] never saw anyone skate like him before. And when they saw Langa go up against their brother that one night. The way he avoided his signature move, Love Hug had left them astonished. [Y/N] only got hurt terribly when his brother practiced Love Hug on them and when their aunts questioned the bandages and injuries on them, they lied by saying they fell down somewhere. Bruises were always left on their body from that move. And it envies them that Langa found a way to avoid it.

[Y/N]'s handa clutched into fists. They reached into their single pocket on the front of their hoodie. They pulled out a long rope. Small, yet thick enough to hurl it at someone. It was littered with small sharp pointers that resembled thorns. The rabbit turned half their body a little towards Langa. As he came up behind them, a few feet away, they threw the rope with great force at him.

"Argh!" Langa covered his face when the object was thrown at him. He felt small thugs on his sleeves. He ended up taking a step back, making him lose his footing on the board but Langa forced his body to calm down and steady itself. When he tried to shoved the object away from him, it scrapped small cuts on his cheeks. He pulled down his arms down, looking around. Due to his small step back, he slowed his speed down, creating distance between them. The boy looked down at his arms and noticed small tears on his sleeves. No cuts created on his skin, though. But he did felt a hint of liquid streamed down his cheeks. Langa figured he got some cuts on his face and blood trickled down but he was scared to see it. He didn't have time to faint at the sight of blood.

A smirk was visibled on their face. With Langa's fall back, there would be no way for him to catch up. They were nearing the factory after all. Where the tracks narrowed down with no room to move or do tricks. The thought of reaching the winning line clouded their mind, [Y/N] forgotten what Langa was capable of doing.

And speaking of the young man, Langa made a couple of shortcuts to reach the rabbit.

It was beginning to look more of a chase now.

A bluenette skater chasing a white rabbit with crimson eyes. The factory being their thorns of pit.

[Y/N] looked around. Their eyes widen when they spotted Langa once again catching up to them. "What the hell!? How!?" They exclaimed. Cheers were heard from around them in the factory. It pained them. They were supposed to cheer for the White Rabbit. Not a pathetic boy who followed the rabbit down the hole. With teeth gritted, [Y/N] faced the boy completely, a deep frown on their face. "I won't lose." They whispered, coming to a halt by the stairs the narrowed catwalk led to.

Langa frowned slightly, looking around and trying to come up with a way to avoid the rabbit. Yet the same moment, he wanted to see what they would do.

"Oh no..." Miya said. Reki watched with mouth gaped.

"They're gonna hurt him. Real bad." Shadow added in.

"Langa... Langa, careful!" Reki shouted out with both hands around his mouth.

[Y/N] reached behind their back pocket and pulled out two black containers the sized of their palm and shaped like the spade. A single outlined white rabbit drawn in the middle of the spade container. As Langa neared them, [Y/N] raised their hands and like the stopwatch the white rabbit carries, time seemed to slow down around the both of them. Langa's eyes widen as the arms were pulled down, fingers releasing the containers, watching them aimed down at the space between them both. Shouts were heard from around them. Langa looked down at the ground once the containers hit the floor. Right before his eyes and [Y/N]'s, who still stood by the stairs, off the board, glaring directly at Langa with hatred, the containers exploded. Langa squinted when he noticed black like-vines popped out of the containers. They were thick like the rope from earlier, covered in thorns-like pointers as well. But this time, they were a little bigger that it looked like a tangled mess around the catwalk.

The thorned vines decorated the rails. From a far, it looked like an arch entrance was created. Langa closed his eyes and covered himself as he skated through the vines. His clothes getting caught on the thorns that looked like were getting closer. They were shrinking. When Langa glanced up, [Y/N] was already skating down the track, more arched vines coming life around the rails. They were spreading like they had a mind of their own. Langa bit his lower lip back. If he keeps going through the narrowed path, he would be cover in cuts, badly. And once wrong move would leave him blind.

He was determined. He would catch the rabbit.

Langa picked up his speed, deciding to go through the vines until he could figure out what to do. Blood spilled around his clothes from the cuts that covered his exposed skin but he didn't care at the moment. His eyes spotted an opening through the vines. Langa took a deep breath and jumped with his skateboard on that opening, a part of the rails that wasn't cover by the vines and swiftly rotated on the rail. A breeze going through his hair. [Y/N] glanced at their side and watched in shock as Langa clicked the front of his board on the rail that hasn't been decorated with their vines and moved once again with the other side of his board and jumped to land in front of the rabbit, a few feet away from them. The vines behind them both now, still spreading but with no one caught in their webs.

The White Rabbit was in rage. Langa escaped their hole. Despite the damage he received, he managed to crawled his way out and get ahead of them. They couldn't do anything else. The finishline was up ahead. Langa and [Y/N] tried to gather as much speed as they can.

"No. No, no, no, no...." [Y/N] whispered, pushing forward.

Reki, Miya, and Shadow were at the finishline, cheered for Langa to keep going.

Friends. It must be nice to have them. The support one gets. Having fun with them. They didn't had many friends growing up. Always isolated to their bedroom. They weren't allow to attend school like their brother had. No even oversea school. [Y/N] was stuck doing homeschool. No one ever knew about the child who came from another mother. Their father made sure no information about them were leaked out. Their father only paid attention to Ainosuke, after all. Neglecting only [Y/N]. Their aunts' so-called love hurts them. They didn't like the way they disciplined them. It traumatized them. A "love" like theirs was no love. Images was all they care about.

It sucks. And it wasn't fair.

Life wasn't fair.

"No..." [Y/N] stopped right on the finishline. Hands limped by their sides. Cheers grew louder around them.

But they didn't cheer for them, the White Rabbit.

"You did it! Langa!" Reki yelled excited, running up to his friend and threw himself at him. Langa huffed as he catched him but winced in pain.

"Careful, Reki! He's hurt." Miya pointed out, running up to them with Shadow. Langa waved a hand dismissively.

"I'm fine..." He said, resisting the urge to look at the cuts. His friends sighed at his response, shaking their head in disagreement.

Langa only smile before he looked around, looking for the other skater. He glanced back at the finishline and spotted them standing them, skateboard still on the ground, one foot to keep it from slipping away. Their head hanged low. Langa picked up his brother and walked up to them, believing he could possibly talk to them properly.

"[Y/N]-"

"It's not fair..." Langa heard them, yet their voice was barely above a whisper.

"[Y/N]... Wha-"

"Congratulations, my SNOW!" a familiar voice announced, cutting Langa off. Said boy looked at the source of the voice. From the entrance behind the crowd, Adam waltzed in on his board. Like the first time they met. "You did it! You defeated the White Rabbit! How wonderful." Adam applauded, stopping in front of the two young skaters. "You finally caught the rabbit and dragged it out of its hole." Langa frowned. "And I'm sure that rabbit knows what happens when its loses." Adam glanced at his sibling. Their fists clenched together.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Reki called out, taking one step forward.

"The white rabbit leaves Wonderland. Forever."

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rubykgrant · 2 years

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(This one is RVB-themed, just for the heck of it~)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Church. Epsilon and Alpha, all both of him. I can’t pick who I like more between Alpha or Epsilon, not because they aren’t different from each other (because they ARE), but both of them have done so many things that I find equally hilarious/entertaining. Also, Grif and Simmons, who are lumped together for different reasons (they’re funny individually, but the humor levels increase by proximity... they’re just so stupid for each other, I love it)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Theta~ Listen, half my reasons for wanting to un-kill Church somehow is just so I can save ALL the AI Fragments, because I miss Theta the most. Awesome little skater dude, who is also super smart and clever, and he never did anything wrong, I know this and I love him. Also, Tucker Junior, who is LITERALLY a baby! Or at least, we’ve seen him since he was born, and he might be extra-big now, but he is still a good little guy, y’know? Baby boy, baby

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

The Flag Zeaolots... they’re endlessly entertaining. I guess they’re not TOO underappreciated, because who doesn’t remember these goobers, but man... it was beyond funny when they first showed up, and then it was really cool when they returned in later seasons... I feel like they had so much potential to be ACTUAL THREATS that wasn’t explored enough. I’ll also never forget the the line “Everyone, look unto me!” it just cracks me up. Oh, and Gary, when we only knew him as the talking computer! The fact that he just... hung out with Church for so long, who knows how long it really was, and it was evidently a trick, but all their little exchanges were so silly

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

That dude Phil who Wyoming killed. I just love his line “Stupid sucky wind” when he hears a noise. He sounded like such a pouty little punk haha. There’s a lot of other characters I like too, but they at least are in more than one scene; like the volleyball girl on Chorus, and Sharkface (because fire is COOL)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Hmm... that’s honestly tricky to figure out... I like a handful of characters who are kinda a-holes, but I don’t know if I’d call them “my poor little meow meow”. I guess, South, Maine AND the Meta; honestly, if other characters hadn’t pushed them into various corners, they wouldn’t seem so “bad”, but at the same time- I kinda root for them to win, even in the situations where they’re kinda being jerks (because they sorta deserve a win... and they aren’t like some of the other mean characters, South wasn’t gonna go on a universe-wide killing-spree, Maine had these little moments where we see he’s a decent guy, and even the Meta had intentions that weren’t “evil”... just had some extreme ways of going about it)

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

I almost wanna say Felix, but he’d probably enjoy it... actually, I like imagining all the characters in various stressful scenarios, but then I’m nice to them. Sure, I torment everybody, but eventually I make happy stuff happen. Oh, but I do like the idea of Gene surviving the volcano, returning and trying to be a solo-villain, and he just... screws up. He constantly shoots himself in the foot (figuratively and literally). He also just won’t STOP, so his suffering never ends. This amuses me~

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Dr Sadboy McDeadwife is probably already there, so... y’know what, Hargrove can just go there too. Plenty of room in superhell for them both

#red vs blue

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jiminrings · 4 years

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hi hannah! i may have a request 🥺 i've been watching too much tiktok and this two made me want some jungkook skater au 😳 like the reader saw him and went like love at first sight so she purposely buys a skate and goes everyday to the skatepark and start learning just to impress that hot tattooed skater that kinda looks like a bad boy but he's actually a softie. ♡

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late skate

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 7k

glimpse: jungkook would rather wash down his grip tape than spend another hour seeing you land on yOUR ass, a smitten y/n and love at first sight, and tae almost losing his bearings (in all aspects) <3 // gif is from pinterest :D

note: thank you so much for the request babie!!! also i’m sorry since i’ve done this a month late hee-hee bUT but it’s here now!!! fun fact: i used to skate but one time i fell on my ass so hard doing an ollie that i quit ( ˙-˙ )

there is nothing

there is absolutely nothing you hate more than walking home alone and at-

wait u need to shudder

night

times like these make you both angry and scared because fIRST of all

you’re angry because if oNLY (you’re still hoping that u win the lottery soon) you were born to wealth and ease (if you see park jimin one more time in a billboard you’re about to lose it), you wouldn’t have to worry!! or even work for that matter!!!!

you could have a car by now!!!

but you don’t have a car and you’re still saving up for that because you have to keep up with your bills and this nice and decent apartment that you’re living in right now

well if you’re being honest, you are splitting it with yoongi and that cuts back your expenses significantly but that’s besides the point

which is why you’re being extra thrifty!! save up all the money that you could so you could by yourself a car amongst other financial decisions and nOT be scared shitless when walking home

you’re working at the animal shelter most of the time and it’s very fulfilling because of cOURSE!! your job is to care for animals and give them a better chance at everything :D

the pay is more than decent but it’s not the highest sO what you do on your spare time is pick up any job you could!!

and the income that you need is more and more than decent because taking care of chimmy is not an easy feat

chimmy, your alaskan malamute!!! he’s the first puppy you’ve properly taken care of in the shelter and you’ve fallen head over heels for him

he kept bumping into the wall when he scrambles after you call for him but eH you love the clumsy giant still!!

so much so that you file your adoption form for him and run over to mr. kim’s office hurriedly :D

your boss seokjin’s pretty sweet after all but at the same time he’s intimidating!! too sweet and intimidating at the same time that when he approves your form without much question, you almost kiss his cheek

...

.... hehe

jin beat you to it and instead he gave you a side-hug with a very strict warning to take care of chimmy and provide everything that he needs

he eats 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓂 dog food and you could only assume the amount that he needs because of how he towers

the treats?? one time yoongi got overly-excited to take a picture of him and accidentally left the bag on the ground, and when he came back?? chimmy’s managed to inhale all of them

thankfully he’s only loyal to one (1) toy and it’s to this brown angry... entity..? with one tooth that yoongi’s made by himself

but he constantly has to replace the stuffing because chimmy nOTICES when it’s flat and unstuffed from his own doings

hehehe the grooming.....

you thank your lucky stars that jin gives you a discount to have chimmy groomed!!

one time you were about to have a breakdown because a $100 grooming session simply didn’t click well with your ongoing budget and you decided to do it yourself :D

spoiler alert: chimmy kept barking at you when you held up the mirror to his face because wOOF did you just... d-did you give him bangs.... how was that possible....

and then sECOND of all is that well.,.,.,

you’re scared and that’s it

there is every possible reason for you to be scared :D

you get off from work at 5!! but now it’s quarter to 8 and you totally should’ve booked an uber but it completely slipped your mind

normally, you wouldn’t walk home alone though because chimmy comes with you to the shelter, and then he serves as a therapy dog of sorts to help ease and calm down the new rescues!!

he even has his own little ID oh my god :’)

but he doesn’t come in everyday and well you remember,.,.

no actually, yoongi REMINDS you that today is his day-off at work and explictly implied that he’d very much love to cuddle with a giant alaskan malamute as he gets his well-deserved rest

and yoongs has been the reason to why you don’t unravel every single day and you owe him for your life so yea okay you can have chimmy whenever you need this giant pillow of support <3

but no

you don’t have chimmy with you and you don’t have anyone to bark and be willing to growl n intimidate any creepy dudes you could possibly encounter on this twenty-minute walk home

the extra coffee you’ve drank at 6 in lieu of dinner does not help at ALL

what if you just... run

that way you get home faster and you won’t have to be that antsy!!!

ok maybe just a light jog would do

you wanna go home so badly and take a shower and be sandwiched between your warm sheets and sleep all the way

you miss chimmy and yoongi and you just hOPE that he’d already cooked dinner and you won’t have processed food again for the third time in a week

and after dinner maybE you could treat yourself to online shopping because yoongs has also been pestering you to let yourself indulge once in a while

your thoughts are jumbled once panicked and it reminds you that yes you should definitely get a car and you know what??? you probably should-

wait fUCK

...

....

wait

hold on a second

did you just manage to narrowly dodge what seems to be a skateboard in mid-air??????

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

said taehyung is jumping down and crouching to pick up the deck at your feet and squeaks an “oop sorry ‘bout that!!” before going back and

well...

mr. “taehyung, you dumbass!!” is who you presume to be the speaker,, because well no one eLSE is in this skatepark at 9 in the evening,,,, is standing RIGHT underneath the light and is right at your line of sight

it’s as if the clouds are opening up and chimmy’s barking could be heard and everything you deem perfect is ringing right in your ears because god.... holy shit.....

he looks and probably feels like a warm-sized bed that smells of baby powder and fresh linen

he has a hoodie on with the sleeves scrunched up and you tHANK yourself that you’ve saved up enough to get lasik eye surgery because those tattoos...,.,. you r positive that they would be your demise

mr. TYD has a loose bucket hat on yet you could still see his features clearly and you aren’t lying when you say he is perhaps the most breathtaking thing you’d ever seen

even more breathtaking than seeing chimmy in the laundry room and having fished for your one good perfect bra in his mouth

huh

you’re pretty sure this is what love at first sight must feel like

suddenly, you aren’t anxious at all and you’re instantly gravitating towards the ramp without much complaint

there’s a bench conveniently placed in which you could see him but he won’t see you

you find yourself sticking around and smiling when you see him goofing around in all good fun

hopefully you don’t look like a cREEP because you swear you aren’t!!!! and hopefully they don’t notice you either and find out then and there that you’re here in a skatepark withOut a skateboard,,, just sitting,,, to see him

this may not be your best idea yet lmao yes you’re gonna admit that

but it’s probably the first and last time that you’re ever gonna see him so might as well watch him for awhile!! that’s all!!!!

ok wait

this is definitely a bad idea because yoongi calls you and you forgOt to put it on silent and it’s his voice that greets you very rudely as soon as you pick up

“y/n where the FUCK are you???”

oh lmao it’s quarter to 10 already

“jeez, i’m coming home!! calm down!!”

“yeah tell that to chimmy who’s been worried sick with me and won’t stop hOWLING!!!”

you’re scrambling to gather your duffel and sneak oNE last look at him and ur practically pouting as you say goodbye to him under your breath

:((

“... aw, you worry about me?”

you resume back to jogging on your way home and this time for rEAL

you’re gonna miss him

he’s like one of the random dudes you see in the mall that are sO breathtaking and you know you’re never gonna see them again

you didn’t even manage to catch his name :((

but whoever he is, he feels a little more different than a dude in a mall because this time, you feel like you’re gonna cRY at the thought of it

little did you know that jungkook could see you all this time and he’s sad to see you go

chimmy is the first to leap at you as soon as you come through the door

and if you didn’t anticipate the giant, then you’d probably be toppled over by now

yoongi finds it weird that there’s this lingering gentle smile on your face

well he shouldn’t be so shOcked because he sees you talking to yourself when you’re watching documentaries and cooking

(( he always checks if there’s a camera hidden somewhere in the kitchen and you were vlogging or something but nO!!! ))

it’s like you’re a third-grader again that goes fERAL at just the thought of their crush

you hope mr. tyd has already eaten breakfast and hasn’t had any injuries with his skateboarding

you’re trying to rationalize with yourself that it’s just a stOOpid and pathetic crush to harbor in less than a day and stop thinking about him

the universe must seem to hate aND love you at the same time because well would you look at tHAT

it’s 5 in the afternoon and you have chimmy beside you and you’re walking home

and that’s practically your routine ever since you’ve gotten this job

it would only differ if a situation like last night happens or when you’re too tired to walk home oR when it’s raining

but right now it’s your normal workday, and you’re walking home, and it’s sunny, aND THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU’VE SEEN HIM

this is also the first time that you’ve seen him in such a situation that you didn’t expect :O

the fact that you’ve mayhaps watched kimi no nawa last night with yoongi and perhaps 98 times before that, does not help at all

“you uh, y-you wanna go for a run on the grass, chim??”

there’s this mini field besides the skatepark and chimmy happily jUMPS at the mention of grass :D

aha oh well :D would you look at that :D your dog wants to go run on the grass that’s a couple feet away from the skatepark :D who are you to stop him anyways?? :D

chimmy’s more than happy to comply with your wish and vice versa because he’s having the time of his life clearly

he’s your pawman and the perfect variable so you wouldn’t seem like a third-grader with a helpless crush on anOther third-grader

it seems that hE’S more excited than you though because chimmy runs to the ramp instead of the grass!!!

and in the process he goes UP to greet a guy like he does with you whenever you come home!!! it’s harmless pouncing per se

but it’s not entirely harmless because it feels like chimmy knows EXACTLY what’s in your mind and what he’s doing

“chimmy!!!”

.....

...... of course

chimmy has to of cOurse pounce on him

jungkook wasn’t surely expecting a giant and overly-friendly alaskan malamute to pounce on him right when he was about to drop-in

it’s a pleasant surprise either because it’s-

wait

oh my god

is this yOU?????

listen.,.

jungkook was in the skatepark last night with taehyung and they took advantage of it because they were the only ones there!!

tae surely wasn’t kidding when he said that he was a novice because holy sHIT how was it possible that he sent a skateboard flying mid-air after a failed trick??

kook flinches when he follows it in his line of sight and notices that there’s someone down there who might be literally dECKED out of tae’s stupidity

he’s about to yell for this passer-by to dodge and-

time seems to move quicker because you’re already stopping yourself and flinching in place and then looking up

you’re rIGHT underneath this street lamp and jungkook sighs a breath of relief when he realized that you weren’t hit

but at the same time he’s gasping again because wow

t-that’s uhm-

okay

wHEW he has never felt this pressure in his chest ever since he joined a quizbee in 8th grade

would it be-

ok nevermind

WOULD IT BE TOO FORWARD FOR HIM TO SAY THAT HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU ALREADY

you’re really beautiful??? and frankly he has to look away for a second because you’re tOO beautiful that he doesn’t know what to do with himself

that’s it u are under arrest for being too pretty >:(

jungkook’s flustered because there’s just these types of people that put a knot on his chest unknowingly and he doesn’t know how to act normally

you are the equivalent of him not being able to look at the screen because the kdrama was that good and he feels unworthy to even watch it

it’s goosebumps all over his skin and he’d be lying when he says his cheeks are not heating up at aLL

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

his first instinct is to scold taehyung because what iF he ended up hurting you with his skateboard, hmm?? and tHEN what

he expected you to leave after that close-call and if everyone must know, jungkook has an incredible talent at being able to scope out things in his peripheral vision

he could look straight ahead and be able to see what you were also doing at the side

he doesn’t know if that’s a talent or uH everyone has it but whatever he can do that!!!

and you were clearly still there and in fact, even sIT down on the bench

he could see you smiling and giggling and a ginormous part of him assumes that it’s because of him

he prays to god that it’s NOT the guy who almost decked you with a skateboard ://

jungkook was acting weird and he kept smiling and laughing mORE than necessary and taehyung can see right through him

“bro all i did was walk towards you wtf are you laughing,,.,”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHHA tae you’re so silly XD”

alrighty then,, maybe jungkook just binge-ate his vitamin gummies which is why he keeps beaming for an unknown reason

koo was so grumpy literally just before he had his skateboard flying and now he’s ???? weird

jungkook was ultimately sad to see you get up and he knows he’s probably never gonna see you again ok alright time to mope

but this

this

he’s beyond surprised to see that said owner of giant dog happens to be yOU!! of all the people!!!!

it’s you!

“i’m so so sorry about him!! he’s just excited to make friends with everyone and i don’t have the sLIGHTEST clue why he came to you!!”

you pointedly look at chimmy and he has the audacity to howl before looking away

it hasn’t dawned on you that you’re talking and apologizing to him but it certainly did on jungkook which is why he’s charmingly laughing already

“no, no. it’s okay, i don’t mind!! his name’s chimmy, then?”

you’re blinking profusely because yes.. right.. HE is talking to you

“yeah, uh, correct!! his name’s chimmy :)”

“that’s cute. anyways, i’m jungkook :)”

aha :D

koo would like to think that he is smooth

and yes you agree

you immediately shake his hand tOO eagerly with a smile on your face as you’re trying to take this all in

“i’m y/n :)”

jungkook’s hand is bigger than yours and your hand fits sNUGLY right into his hold

he has some tattoos on his hands and there’s some peaking from underneath his hoodie

but even with ur lasik vision you cAN’T focus because omg are you seriously holding jungkook’s hand.,.,

jungkook as in THEE jungkook that you’ve immediately clocked and crushed on last night in an instant

your lil moment of just holding each other’s hands is interrupted when taehyung pops out of nOwhere

(( actually he’s been there for the past two minutes and he kept switching between cooing and laughing ))

“yO i’m taehyung!!! you must be y/n, i didn’t nick you last night, did i?”

he takes it upon himself to hug you right then and there

well he’s warm and he passes the internal vibe check yoongi’s hotwired into your brain so you reciprocate!! you like hugs anyway and taehyung’s just like chimmy but in human form

jungkook practically squawks and stammers in his place because w-why.. w-what...... no

chimmy bARKS at taehyung and koo is tempted to do the same too because no man you simply do nOt hug my crush that you know absolutely nothing about

“he’s asking for you.”

kook points to chimmy who’s obviously pouncing on you to come run with him

you excuse yourself so you could go satisfy the giant and jungkook felt like his heart was gonna fall out of his aSS

tae wiggles his eyebrows and has his lips pursed and it’s the shit-eating grin that he immediately flips off as soon as he sees it

“what was that all about?”

you are convinced

you are 100% convinced

your head is fully-set into the game and in no way are you gonna back out

“min yoongi!!”

ah there it is

yoongi’s having the time of his life playing fetch with chimmy! what could possibly be any more important in this world than that

“what did i do now?”

you only call out his full name when a) you’re agitated and when b) he’s ignoring you and you’ve had enough of it

he really doesn’t recall giving you the cold shoulder recently

and he certainly didn’t agitated you when all he’s done is play with chimmy and sleep!!!

“please click this for me pls. click. please. pls click.”

aH yoongi should’ve brought his glasses instead of leaving them on the couch

you’re holding out your laptop to him with your arms outstretched and he has to come really close to decipher and-

... huh

“a skateboard?”

pardon him but he’s really lost on this one ok

he is as lost as he was when walmart decided to completely rearrange the whole store

“... and what do you need a skateboard for? y/n when i said that you should get yourself a four-wheeler, i didn’t mean a skateboard-”

in what part does a skateboard look like an SUV

whY are you like this

“it’s for uh... it’s for fun purposes!!”

you’re trying not to raise any more questions in yoongi’s mind but his head is miles miles away now lol

???? you hate trying new things though ???

one time you traded in your beef ramen for pork ramen because the first one was out of stock and throughout the whole meal you kept thinking how much you regretted it

and besides, skateboarding would be the last thing you’d get into!!!

yoongi distinctly remembers that you’d rather choke on chewing gum rather than get your knees scraped

why was that?? because when your knees get scraped, walking and doing everything else?? impossible

nice try sherlock but the moment you do so much as to not stand up straight?? sIT down?? yeah your knees would give out

what has got to be something so special that you’d wanna get into skateboarding and risk yourself into getting your knees scraped??

....

omg is that what he thinks it is

“... it’s a crush, isn’t it?”

the way you instantly shut him down and practically have to beg him just to press the check out button.,..

aha

yeah yoongi’s gotten his answer alright :D

whatever this is

or whatever that’s going on

you’re sure that you’ve never felt this content for a long time

you now bring a change of clothes so you wouldn’t go skating in your uniform because that just honestly sucks

you may be too tired to walk to the skatepark which is why sometimes you’d book a ride, but no you’re never tOO tired to skate and see jungkook :D

it’s frustrating enough as it is

yoongi used to skate and that’s the reason why you’ve found this shortcut in the first place because this was where the park was!! you’d always think at the back of your head on wHY was yoongi struggling!!!

smh that’s so easy yoongs </3

joke’s on you now though because trying to balance on the board in the first place scared you shitless because hOW were you supposed to do this??

you can ride a bike and that has tWO wheels and this has fOUR bearings!!! how come you can’t balance yourself??

even managing to stand up on the board without panicking for more than ten seconds AND managing to shift from left to right even if it’s albeit shaky at first, took you a wHOLE evening

but you’re so proud of yourself and so is jungkook :D

jungkook finds it the highlight of his night when you’d hold onto him

yes he knOws you have it under control now and you barely hold onto him for support

“just so you won’t fall, that’s all.”

he always evades your eyes when you go look up at him dreamily like that because how could he not???

you’ve covered the basics of pushing yourself then simultaneously riding the skateboard!!

you do that for one WHOLE week and both jungkook and tae (and yoongi) think it’s time that you do something else besides skate in one straight line and occasionally to a left and a right

ok you’re kind of scared shitless because you already fell a couple of times but y’know what?? it’s time!!

society has progressed past the need of you skating in a straight path

the society NEEDS you to do tricks now

.....

........

confession time:

dear diary the kickflip is simply not kicking the board in an attempt to flip it by itself. it is not. it is not as easy as it sounds. it is the bane of my existence

it’s evident that you’re stalling out of your way with this one but you just need oNE success and that’s it!!! one win to woo jungkook from his feet and then you’d stop

tae has already shut you up too because you keep talking about how your day went when you already is set four times before that

and it must’ve been a lucky first time because you absolutely nAIL it on the first try!!!

you honestly thought you’d land square on your ass and see bruises on it later in the shower but N-O!! you’ve done it perfectly and-

jungkook’s not looking

he didn’t see your feat!!

or maybe he didn’t see it because he chosE not to!!!

maybe doing a kickflip is nothing impressive and it’s obvious that he’s a pro at this compared to you who’s even more of a novice that makes taehyung look like a god

you can’t have that :((

ok ok hOW can you impress jungkook

there must be something you could do to impress him!!

omg

that’s it

this is practically perfect!!

you’re gonna do your first drop-in at a pipe that is nowhere gOOD for a beginner like you :D

one, two, th-

“easy, doll.”

jungkook materializes out of nowhere and you expected him to be skating at the far end!! not mere inches away from your face holding your hANDS

this is the first time you’ve seen jungkook actually this close and you just have this urge to kiss his cheek

he has you whipped for him and he hasn’t even done anything to you!!!

“not the best idea to go down an eight-foot tall half-pipe for your first time, hm?”

he scrunches his nose at your absurd thoughts because absolutely wHY would you do that??

how could you fall in love with him even mORE

“do the two-feet tall one first. go have taehyung teach you.”

the grin in your face goes as fast as it came

no offense to taehyung but he’s not the one your head-over-heels for :((

practically everyone knows about your crush on jungkook BESIDES jungkook himself

you’re tapping tae on the shoulder to come and teach you while you just watch kook shred it at the other side of the park by himself

it’s okay!! progress is progress and you’re gonna get far with jungkook!!

going to the skatepark right after work is now your new routine

sometimes you even come with yoongi when he’s free and he takes all his time to gloat on how you used to make fun of him when he was skating avidly back then

that gives you a grand total of three (3) people teaching you how to skate and giving you pointers

jungkook also now holds conversation from time to time :D

he’d ask you how your day went and you’d have to pretend that you didn’t wait for him to ask so you’re not spilling detail after detail

he now does this thing of pinching your cHEEK when you get something right

your heart after doing an ollie goes bEEP when he pinches your cheek and tells you eagerly that you did such a good job

yoongi’s laid off his teasing for you and jungkook but god he can’t deny that he gets these weird vibes from him

eh it’s probably nothing

today you’re especially excited because it was an outfit that you just bought and you feel gREAT in it!!!

tbh your day was the absolute worst but jungkook is always a great pick-me-up to whatever day you could have :)

a tennis skirt with shorts already built underneath is the greatest save of ur life

it’s a little on the more expensive side because it IS a name-brand and those don’t come cheap but it’s ok :D it’s gonna be worth it :D it better be :D

oh uhm

jungkook seems different today.... ?

you were used to him looking intimidating and mad even if he wasn’t, but this time it just felt emphasized even more

taehyung’s here but he’s not the only one!!! there’s two guys with jungkook on the other side of the ramp

“those are his friends, i guess?? i don’t know, he hasn’t introduced them to me.”

so you’re nOT the only one who’s lost

jungkook will probably come around later and you could all hang out again :))

chimmy happily chuffs at your side and that just gives taehyung the most wonderful idea he’s ever had this day

“hEY which one of us do you think could out-skate chimmy???”

jungkook is utterly and without a doubt stressed

he knew that hoseok and namjoon would come over, but he didn’t expect that they’d visit him while he was in the park!!!!

and he already knows what they’re here for and that just makes him grimace :((

“why don’t you want to go pro?”

koo’s ears feel like bleeding when hobi asks him that for the nth time

god it’s always just the sAME question!! he could practically sniff the air on what they’re gonna say next

“jungkook, i think we all know that you’re more than qualified to be a pro!! look at you!!”

it’s the same conversation over and over again

the next things they’d say are that he’s a natural and he’s wasting all his talent doing this thing cASUALLY

he’s not the next tony hawk or anything like that!!! he’s not gonna book a sponsorship and a collaboration with vans!!! but hobi and joon kEEP insisting that he’s that good

“hyung, i think we’ve already talked about this-...”

“yes and you refusE to listen!! why can’t you just accept the fact that you have a much better future in this??”

jungkook’s currently a freelance graphic designer which means he works from home and he’s in charge of his oWN schedule

but it doesn’t necessarily mean that every single day he gets a new commission or anything grand like that

he’s gonna be honest and say that yES he has thought of being a pro skater!! but he’s trying to be as rational as possible about it

because not every competition would be a win and not competitions don’t happen as frequent as a typical job is!!

and what iF jungkook gets injured?? something of an injury that would lay him off from skating

and being unable to skate??? = he basically gets nOTHING

he feels pressures because hobi and joon are pro skaters already!! and that gives them all the more reason to make jungkook into one

not to flex but uh they’re both quite already kNOWN

and jungkook hasn’t even started his pro career but he’s already known!!! both by his skills and the fact that he’s friends with these two champions

“i literally do not care if you beat me!! just come take the leap and be a pRO already, jungkook!!! it’s a loss as it is that you still consider yourself an amateur.”

their words, not his

ok uhm what if

what if jungkook opens a skate clinic?? he can do what he loves and in the same time, earn money!!

... yeah

okay!

that could work!! and if he feels extra prepared, then yeah maybe he’d be a pro

or would a skate clinic be useless if he isn’t a pro by then???

oh my god

jungkook’s so frustrated with all this sudden bombarding and it makes him want to tug at his hair

as much as he loves his hyungs, sometimes they just can’t seem to know when to back oFF and realize that their nudging is more like shoving

“do something productive and worth your time, jungkook. stop babysitting.”

namjoon says with an edge and that tames jungkook

what makes it worse was what they were implying in the first place

hoseok doesn’t make it discreet to look at taehyung and you

“tae, tae, look!! i’m doing it, i’m doing it!!”

you’re saying over your shoulder because omg you’re getting the lead and chimmy’s slowed down for some reason

well actually taehyung’s took it upon himself to stop behind you

“guys?”

you get an immediate answer when you feel someone effectively hALT you still and you almost fall on your ass just by the sheer strength of someone holding you up

jungkook’s holding you down and his hands are quite heAVy on your arms

there’s this unexplainable look on his face but you’re positive that it’s not one of happiness

“you should probably stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing.”

to be honest you’re unsure of how to react

but the way that jungkook looks like he’s mad at you and retreats back to those two guys with a scoff in his step --

it’s enough

it’s truly enough for you to reevaluate every decision you’ve ever made

maybe it’s simply not just a bad day for you and a case of overthinking thigs,, and it’s perhaps the fact that he want you to stop

stop whatever that is happening

you probably must be frozen in place because chimmy bounds and pounces at you

you probably must’ve looked like an utter fool,, skating in a tennis skirt and trying to outrace a damn dog in a fucking skatepark,, right in front of jungkook and his friends

“y/n, you uh, y’okay?”

tae’s worried because there’s an instant shift to your mood and he could only assume what you were feeling

tears prick at the back of your eyes and that’s the signal for you to gather your things in a flash because the last thing you’d want is to cRY in front of him

“y-yeah! i’m gonna go home, tae. chimmy’s looking for yoongi.”

the dog in question tilts his head because w hat now,,,.,., wha t,.,. he is???

you learned that dogs could smell emotions and that makes you even sadder

chimmy was behaved the whole time; didn’t even try straying you around when he keeps seeing umbrellas on the street even if he loves them

you’re okay

you should be okay

....

there’s something definitely off

yoongi’s cleaned everything and did his share of chores

the tv is still mounted and the microwave’s clean!!

chimmy didn’t have a toilet accident because if he did, he would’ve already picked it up

there’s definitely something off with yOU

because first of all, why are you here???

“not coming to the park?”

if he can recall correctly, no matter how knackered you were after work, you’d still go to the skatepark!!

... not unless you were injured??

nah because if you were injured then you’d be whining to him now

“nope :)”

you’re lying on the couch where he usually lies nowadays because you weren’t around!!

and you’re drinking from your mug that he’s claimed as his mug

and chimmy’s squished in between the tiny gap of you and the far edge of the couch

“and why?”

he’s always had answers for everything but his mind’s bLANK for this

“wanna spend time with you guys :)”

okay

that’s gotta be the answer, right???

this is definitely weird

for starters, it’s already 11 PM and jungkook’s still in the skatepark and he’s not even skating anymore

he’s just waiting

weird... you aren’t here.......

aH it’s nothing :D you’re probably just tired and didn’t want to go skate

oh and.. you’re not here the next day

or the next

or the nEXT

jungkook spends almost the entirety of his time in the park

he goes there at 3 in the afternoon and comes home at 11 in the evening

no big deal

half of the time is just spent him actually skating and the other is figuring out wHERE you are

uh maybe you’ve started to take ubers now every time you come home??

you’re not walking home anymore and the car would pass by the skatepark and jungkook wouldn’t have a single clue where you are

it’s also this time that it dawns on him that he has no means whatsoever to contact you

he didn’t ask for your number and didn’t exchange socials so he could only gUESS

he can’t come over to your apartment either because he hasn’t walked you home and therefore he wouldn’t know your address

holy shit he’s so dumb and jungkook misses you a lot

like a whole whole lot

he misses you holding onto his shoulders for support and misses your excited grin whenever you nail a trick and had a perfect run

there’s nothing that jungkook could dO besides wait

and miss you so much

and mope

kook doesn’t want to give up and miss a day because what iF you pass by when he’s not there???

he can’t have that and he wON’t have that

he’s just so antsy and he hasn’t had his fix of chimmy bounding towards him and the malamute intentionally pouncing on him whenever he’d drop-in so he could lose his balance

he just needs to see you and your duffel bag and the precious yet beat-up wristwatch you have and-

WAIT

THAT’S YOU!!!

jungkook’s brought his perfume the past few days because he wouldn’t want to be aND smell sweaty when he sees you again

he’s wearing a shirt this time and nOT a hoodie and it’s actually a nice shirt!! the pale orange makes his tattoos pop

he’s also wearing a watch so he could look business-ish and composed and he kinda hATES watches because uhhhh you ever heard of a phone, buddy??

you’re walking striaght and paying no mind at all and to your surrounding and-

there’s suddenly this cRASH in front of you and it makes you recall in response because that came out of nowhere

... and this feels oddly familiar

only this time though, it’s intentional and it’s jungkook who literally tHREW his skateboard down on the spot in front of you

“y/n? wow, what a coincidence!”

you didn’t expect to see jungkook as soOn as you anticipated that he wouldn’t be here

he laughs nervously and he tries not to overanalyze the fact that your face is blank

“yup. totally.”

you’re avoiding his gaze and meanwhile he’s searching desperately for yours

what is he feeling and why is it hurt and longing at the same time

“can i walk you home?”

the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even ponder over them longer

“i uh, i rEALLY can’t believe i never asked to walk you home!! or even ask for your number!!! but uHhhh it’s late at night and to be honest i don’t have your number and i just need to know that you’re safe and-”

he stops his rambling right there because he realizes that he’s a stuttering nervous mess

you’re a bit speechless because normally you’re the chatty one but this one.,.,,. this one’s a pleasant surprise

“yeah, yeah. okay :)”

he can’t believe either that you agreed to it but he’s immediately gathering himself and swoops your duffel for him to hold

he’s not gonna entertain a single complaint <3

it’s not exactly the most tensioned silence ever but it’s definitely nOT comfortable

“why didn’t you come to the park?”

okay well sHIT you didn’t expect him to be this straightforward

wait no

you shouldn’t be surprised!! after all, he probably did mean what he said the last time you’ve seen him

what are u gonna say now

well you coulD say that you’re busy and he’d probably fall for it!!

or reiterate the truth that he’s implied and say it with a straight face

“oh. i started intentionally falling on my ass because i missed you,” jungkook spills out of nowhere while waiting for your answer and he now realizes that might’ve been a little awkward

after all he dID admit that he missed you

ahem

“did i uhm... did i say something?”

he rephrases his question and he knows that this was the more appropriate one

your coping mechanism is to kick on the ground as if there were leaves and there are absolutely nO leaves <3

“jungkook, you told me to stop.”

he blinks rapidly at that as he tries to digest your words

he’s trying to backtrack as much as possible and it wasn’t that!!

he simply doesn’t wanna see you hurt

“i can’t explain it but holy shiT i can’t see you hurt!! a-and i know that being hurt in skating is normal but for sOME reason i can’t stand it when i see you in pain o-or-...”

jungkook just can’t explaiN what he feels

“i just -- i just don’t gEt why you’d want to be hurt?? whY are you doing this to yourself??”

you find him ridiculous and this whole situation is just rIDICULOUS

“jesus christ jungkook i did it to try and impress a guy!!”

that earns you a snort and you immediately go defensive

he seems irked and his eyes are just beGGING to be rolled

“who?? taehyung?? the guy who would’ve wiped you out if he did end up hitting you on the head with the deck just a little harder??”

“what? taehyung???” you’re so confused and jungkook hates it even more, “yeah, taehyung!!”

“i like you, jungkook!”

o-oh

uhm

a.....ha

“me?”

he points to himself to which you eagerly nod your head to

“can you excuse me for one second?”

he barely gives you the time to respond because he’s already walking away and biting his arm

he’s actually sCREAMING

you throw your head back because omg did the two of you just basically admit that you liked each other

jungkook jogs back to where you stand a presses a hefty kISS right on your cheek

he’s on too much of a high that he holds your hand and practically drags you along with him because he’s almost skIPPING from how happy he is

“okay. good. nice. very good!!!” he could now sigh in relief because whEW that robbed him off his breath

“because i fell for you when i first saw you.”

jungkook basically has nO filter now and it’s adorable because god he’s just so soft and you now know what’s going and this wouldn’t be just whatever

“huh. imagine if yOU fell for me too at the same time,,,, that would make me piss my pants.”

he cackles because wow he dO be funny :D

he’s turning to look at you to gauge at your reaction and the waY that you’re holding your eye contact with him is all-telling for your answer

oh my god

jungkook is wrapped around your pinky :’)

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treasure-hwa · 3 years

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skate park

pairing: yeosang x neutral reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

synopsis: while trying to remember you are worthy good things, you meet a boy who will make everything feels better.

word count: 1.220

author's note: in general, Yeosang skater boy, because everybody deserves it. To the lovely @ateezstanlove, who said she was going away while I was in the middle of this imagine, then, came back few weeks later. Girl, don't do that to me again, thanks. Anyway, hope you all like this.

Another stressful day of dealing with fake friends, mean people and bad thoughts. Your energy was low, not the lowest, because you definitely had worse days, but low enough to make you stompe out of school and go straight to the skate park a few blocks away. Did you skate? No, you never even tried, but the skate park was a place that helped you relax, the sunset and breeze at the end of the day were irresistible and seemed to wash your worries and anger away.

Most of the times you went there, it was empty, only the sounds of kids playing on the playground beside it could be heard and they did not annoy you. This time, though, a boy was there. The boy carried a red backpack on his back and was agile on top of his skateboard, not vacillating once. You sat on one of the ramp curves and tried to ignore him, focusing on you, but the sounds of the skate wheels were quite comforting actually.

The sun, that was slowly beginning to set, sun hit your face, warming it, and the breeze made your clothes shuffle while you swung your feet. You started thinking about your day, going back to the mean things you heard and trying to reassure yourself about each of them. “Your problems are nothing like mine”, they are not similar, but both are valid; “Stop being an attention seeker”, you are not, you just wanted a simple “hello, how are you?”, to be included; “You can’t even do this right, how...”, it is okay if you are not good at something, that does not mean you are a failure; “Don’t you think you bothered them enough?”, if you bother those people, you are not meant to be together. Your mind was slowly healing, your soul going back to normal and...

— Hi.

A deep voice broke your moment of peace, scaring you, who would have fallen off the ramp if it was not for the boy’s arm in front of you, preventing your pathetic fall.

— I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you like that.

Turning to him, you took in his appearance. A light pink beanie hiding most of his brown hair, a small black earring on his ear, black sweater, earphones hanging on his neck and black jeans that hugged his thighs perfectly. The boy looked like a total skater one and was incredibly good looking, you went far thinking that he could probably be the most handsome boy you have ever met.

— It's okay. — You coughed, pretending you were not checking him out. — I'm easily scared. But hi.

The boy rubbed his nape with his free hand, giggling and thinking of a way to keep talking to you. He did not know why he walked up to your sitting place, but you looked cute enjoying your surroundings and swinging your legs like a little kid, you were not even paying attention to him, so he could not help himself, he needed to stop his skating and talk to you.

— I'm Yeosang. You? — When you told him your name, he repeated it quietly, as if making sure he would remember.

— You skate well — you complimented.

— Oh? Did you see that? Thank you.

You nodded a bit awkwardly. Understand, you were never the type to talk to pretty boys, let alone a strange one, so Yeosang coming to your side and starting conversation made you flustered.

— Do you skate? — He picked up his skateboard full of drawings.

— No, never tried. By the way, your skateboard is so colorful, it's cool.

— Yeah, I agree. My friend likes to decorate things and said once my plain white skateboard was boring, so he asked me if he could draw on it. I let him and the result was pretty amazing.

The object was black, but had all the important Adventure Time characters drawn on it.

— Is it your favorite cartoon?

— Yeah, I only asked him to draw something that matched me, so he did this. I really liked the result.

— Ahh, got it. It's beautiful. A friend of mine likes to decorate things too, so she did this on my backpack. — You showed him the straps of your backpack decorated with positive words, flowers and doodles of your favorite activities.

He gasped seeing them, then suggested introducing your friends, because they would for sure get along so well. You agreed on that, even if you both barely knew each other to be introducing friends and probably would not do that.

Yeosang was about to speak again, but a stronger breeze hit you both before he could, so you stood there, appreciating nature all around you. When it was possible to talk again, you both spoke at the same time:

— Do you wanna try skating?

— What were you listening to?

He giggled along you, heads turned to the side and a slight blush coming up to both faces. The boy told you to answer first.

— Maybe not today, okay? I really don’t want to fall.

Yeosang said there was no problem, already anxious to see you again, but masking it by talking about the songs he was previously listening to. That way, you spent several minutes talking as if you knew each other for months, not merely for an hour. The boy was quite pleasant to have around, his smile was cute and a bit contained, as was his laugh, but you felt so close and good with him already. You felt so secure that you decided to confide in him the reason you were there when he asked what you were doing on a skate ramp if you did not like to skate.

— This is… my safe place.

— Safe from what? If you don’t mind me asking, obviously.

— No, it’s okay. Here is safe from cruel people trying to bring me down, safe from thoughts that drive me insane; the nature around here calms me, it seems to understand my worries and heal my heart.

— That’s quite beautiful, you know? — You chuckled, shaking your head. — I’m being honest. I think it’s cool you come here and enjoy your surroundings while remembering yourself you’re worthy tranquility and peace. I barely know you, but I think you are worthy.

— How do you know that? I could be the meanest person in the world trying to gain your attention by creating another personality to myself.

— Are you?

— Well, no, but…

— Then that’s it. I trust you.

Chuckling again and looking down, you glanced at your watch, noticing it was too late, time to be home. The sun had set and the lamp posts around were on, however neither of you paid attention to it earlier.

— Yeosang, it was great to meet you, but I need to go now.

— Ah. Okay, no problem, but, maybe, we could… you know. — The boy scratched his nape, embarrassed to ask for your number out loud, so he stretched his phone for you and looked away. Fortunately for him, you giggled and took the phone from his hands, adding your contact and saying “send me a hi later, skater boy” before leaving him with a teeny weeny piece of your heart behind.

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merihn · 3 years

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Hello! Your writing is beautiful!! Would you be open to fluff prompt #27 "are you blushing?" for poly Alex/Luke/Reggie where Luke and Reggie are teasing Alex after realizing that he likes Willie too? ~

Got randomly inspired. This is utterly ridiculous, but I hope you like it.

Prompts filled.

“Willie said he would teach me how to skate if I wanted!” Alex was practically vibrating with excitement.

“You, skateboarding?” Luke asked skeptically.

“What?” Alex frowned.

“Well, remember that time we all tried to rollerblade and you fell down and skinned your knee so badly you swore off all wheeled things except bicycles?” Reggie put in.

“Yeah but that was ages ago, and I think Willie would be a really good teacher.”

Luke and Reggie looked at each other.

“Oh, you do, do you?” Luke said meaningfully. Alex frowned again.

“Yeah, he’s really patient and kind and -”

“Are you blushing?” Reggie interrupted. Alex’s blush deepened and he spluttered out a protest.

“He totally is!” Luke nudged Reggie to look at Alex as though Reggie hadn’t just pointed it out. Reggie giggled and nudged him back as Alex turned increasingly red and his words got more scrambled by his embarrassment.

“Do you like Willie?” Reggie asked coyly.

Luke put his arm around Reggie and pouted. “Are we not enough for you anymore? Have you grown tired of us? Are you throwing us away?” His voice got increasingly dramatic as he asked each question, and Reggie nodded along and matched Luke’s exaggerated sad face.

Alex rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “You guys are ridiculous. I don’t like Willie, he’s just a friend. Besides, he knows I’m dating you two idiots, although I’m not so sure why anymore.”

Reggie gasped and clasped Luke’s hand over his heart. “It’s true. He doesn’t love us anymore. He’s throwing us over for a long haired skater boy!”

Luke let out a sob and dropped to his knees in front of Alex. “Please don’t leave us for the beautiful skater boy. Whatever he has that we don’t, we can be better! We can try! Just don’t leave us.” He clutched at Alex’s pants pathetically.

“Oh my god, shut up. I’m not leaving you for Willie!”

“You’re not?”

They all turned to see Willie at the doors to the garage, clearly fighting to keep a smile off his face.

“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeeeeeene!” Reggie wailed, and Willie cracked up. He doubled over clutching his stomach, and none of them could keep a straight face anymore and joined him.

When he finally stopped laughing, Willie looked over at Alex with a mournful expression. “So all those times we hung out and I thought we had something special, you were just using me to make your boyfriends’ jealous!”

“What - I -” Alex spluttered and Willie, Luke and Reggie burst out laughing again. “I hate you all. I’m not dating any of you anymore because you’re all terrible people.”

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby.” Luke pulled himself up and grabbed Alex’s hips to pull him in close. Alex blushed again at the pet name and Luke pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. He felt Reggie sidle up next to them and moved his arm to pull Reggie into the embrace.

“We don’t really mind if you like Willie,” Reggie whispered, sliding his arms around both their waists. Alex didn’t say anything for a moment, biting his lip and staring at them seriously.

“Are you sure about that?” he murmured hesitantly.

“I mean, I already share you with Luke, what’s another person?” Reggie winked at Luke and Luke smiled softly.

“We know how you feel about us, and if Willie wants you too, well, we have each other to occupy us while you’re busy.”

“What are you guys whispering about over there? Is the joke over?” Willie looked a little bit lost, still standing in the doorway to the garage. He had his arms wrapped around himself, one thumb rubbing just above his other elbow.

“Sorry, Willie, we didn’t mean to leave you out.” Reggie smiled at him warmly, and Willie smiled back automatically.

“I thought maybe Alex wanted to try out skating today, but if you guys are busy I can come back later.” He took a step backwards.

“No, we’re not busy. He’d love to come skate with you,” Luke said, pressing another kiss to Alex’s mouth and then pushing him toward Willie.

“I - Ok,” Alex muttered. He gave them a nervous smile and walked over to Willie,who took his hand with a worried look in their direction. Luke wrapped his arms around Reggie and set his chin on his shoulder. They both gave Willie an encouraging smile and he let out a breath and disappeared with Alex.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Reggie asked.

“Yeah, I just want him to be happy, you know?”

“Yeah,” Reggie replied, and twisted around in Luke’s arm to draw him closer, kissing him soundly.

“Plus, Willie is really pretty, I don’t want to miss seeing that every time he comes around for Alex. Reggie laughed and kissed him again.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #completely ridiculous #and I actually tried to make it ot4 but idk it didn't happen #anyway #my fic #prompts #phoenixfidelity

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blacklister214 · 3 years

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Illusions

Having gotten absurdly obsessed with Julie and the Phantoms over the weekend, writing this seemed like the only option.

This is a Caleb Covington POV fanfiction, and I’m writing it from the viewpoint that he isn’t quite the villain he appears to be. I have many theories about Caleb that I will be working into the story if I choose to continue it. This chapter covers the night that band plays the Orpheum, starting from around the time Julie returns home. Weighing Options

L.A. 2020

Caleb stared into his dressing room mirror, barely noticing his own impossibly handsome reflection. They weren't coming. They really weren't coming. He glanced at the wall clock telling him it was ten minutes to midnight. Ten minutes before Luke, Reggie, and Alex would vanish into oblivion, or more accurately vanish into him.

The energy he'd been collecting from them for the past few days had had quite the effect. He wasn't sure he'd ever given such an electrified performance as the one he'd given this evening. The surges were coming rapidly now. Wherever the boys were, they were not enjoying themselves.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the link he'd forged so long ago. It had been an invaluable source of information thus far, alerting Caleb to all manner of fascinating tidbits. Perhaps even now the boys were regretting their decision and calling out for rescue. Naturally he'd provide one...though at this point he might demand some penance on their parts. A little groveling never hurt anyone. It was a bit demeaning the way he'd bent over backwards for a trio of children. Special children, he freely acknowledged, but still children all the same.

"-now! Go join Caleb's club! Please! It's better than not existing at all! Just go! Poof out! Do something! Please! Do it for me!" He knew that voice. Julie. Caleb grimaced. His...rival. How the mighty had fallen that he, Caleb Covington, found himself in competition with a teenage girl. At least she seemed to be conceding their little tug of war.

"We're not going back there." That was Reggie. Reggie, who'd been so enchanted with his club and all its delights. He'd chosen nothingness over Caleb. That was more than a little insulting.

"No music is worth making, Julie, if we're not making it with you. No regrets." Luke, who craved applause and an audience with a fervor matched only by Caleb's, had willingly surrendered both rather than join him. An unpleasant surprise to be sure. What of Alex? Was his silence implied solidarity or had he lost the ability to speak, choked with pain? Surely one of them had been moved by his performance?

Caleb shook his head. Pathetic, that's what it was. Of course Alex was in agreement. The boys were a package deal. He'd always know that. Convince two and the third would follow. Too bad he'd failed with all three. A swell of something unpleasant which he refused to name rose within him. Caleb pushed the feeling back down. Locked it tight in a box with all the rest the emotions he'd rather not confront.

"I love you guys." Julie's saccharine words were immediately followed by a curious sensation within his chest. Almost as if a rubber band were being pulled outward with the other end anchored inside his ribcage.

"How can I feel you?" Caleb paused in the middle of rubbing his chest. Feel him? Luke? Julie felt Luke? Luke was corporeal?

"I don't know." There was awe in the boy's voice. This was too much. Caleb needed to see what was happening. He focused on the doors outside of the garage the band called home. In a moment he was there, just out of sight. A voice drifted through the door.

"Alex, Reggie, come." He risked a peak through the window. All four figures within were far too distracted to glimpse him, immersed as they were in their group hug. A hug. It had taken Caleb decades and an enormous amount of soul links to achieve that feat. How had the boys managed in a few weeks? And...were they glowing? Not just in the "I'm a healthy teenager" way. In the "slap a halo on me, I'm an angel" kind of way. Caleb stepped back from the window. What was going on here?

"I don't feel as weak anymore." How marvelous for Reggie. Caleb, on the hand, was really starting to become uncomfortable. The sensation in his chest was only getting tighter.

"Me either. Not that I was ever that weak." Caleb felt a snap and three puffs of purple air rose from his shirt. His marks. Somehow Julie had overrode his marks. Yes, he'd been planning on removing them himself, but that wasn't the point. It was supposed to be Caleb's decision. The boys were supposed to know that it had been Caleb who'd shown them mercy despite their willfulness and general ingratitude. Julie had bested him, again. Would his humiliation know no bounds?

Caleb took a deep and calming breath. Yes, the urge to unleash some of his magic on the teens was great, but his self control was greater. He would need to regroup. He forced a smile and pictured the basement of his club. He came through in front of William's cell exactly as he'd intended.

"Hello William. Enjoying your timeout?" The skater immediately leapt up and ran over to the magically enforced bars.

"Is Alex alright? Did he cross over?" Caleb rolled his eyes, refusing to be moved by William's puppy dog like devotion. Sweet as the boy may seem, he had a short memory when it came to whom he owed allegiance.

"You do know that if the latter were true, I wouldn't be able to tell you the former." He examined his cuticles waiting for William's slow mind to process his words.

"Huh?" Precisely the response he'd anticipated. At least he'd been able to predict something accurately this evening.

"My dear William, it is fortunate you are so handsome. If the boys crossed over then no one would have any way of knowing if they were 'alright.' Something perhaps you should have considered before leading them down that ill-advised path." At this he fixed the boy with his most baleful glare. The teenager winced slightly, proving Caleb hadn't completely lost his touch.

"So...did they cross over?" Caleb pursued his lip, slightly irked he failed to totally intimidate the boy into silence. He supposed it was true what people said about love making young men bold.

He contemplated ignoring the question. What right did William have to an answer, after all the withholding he'd done in the past few days? Still Caleb had always been fond of the skater, perhaps been too indulgent with him. In a way the boy's unruliness was Caleb's own fault. He'd given the boy far too long a leash.

"I'll tell you, but only because I am the soul of generosity. No, the boys did not cross over. They are well for the moment. Though goodness knows how long that will last." Perhaps he shouldn't have tossed that last bit, but he was feeling frustrated.

"If you do anything to them I'll-" Caleb apparated to close the ten feet between William and himself. The boy tripped backward in surprise and lay sprawled on the floor gazing up at him.

"You'll what, William? Run over me with your skateboard? Oh that's right, it's not in there with you is it?" The look on the boy's face turned from scared to mulish in less than three seconds.

"I'm not sorry." Caleb raised his eyebrow. William may be developing a bit of a backbone after all. What inconvenient timing.

"Why would you be? It's not as though you completely and utterly betrayed the man who took you in and gave you a home. Who taught you all manner of tricks and even let you grind down the rails of his club." William crossed his arms, but the hunch in his shoulders demonstrated the boy wasn't entirely without remorse. Perhaps there was hope for him yet.

"It wasn't like I was damaging them." Then again perhaps not. Lord spare him the antics of petulant teens.

"The point is after everything I've done for you, I deserved a little more loyalty than what you've shown me." William sprung to his feet as quickly as he'd fallen, something in Caleb's accusation striking a nerve.

"You cursed my new friends and my...Alex. And why? Because they didn't want to join your house band? Why couldn't you have just left them alone?!" Caleb felt his lips thin. He HAD already deigned to explain to William why he couldn't simply let the boys waste their talents as they saw fit.

"I already told you, they are too powerful." It may not have been the WHOLE truth, but it was part of the truth, which frankly was more than most people got from him.

"So because you're threatened by them-" Caleb cut William midstream with a snort.

"I am not threatened by them." It was simply too much to let stand. The idea that with all of Caleb's many abilities, he was intimidated by three teenagers was laughable. Yes, the boys could, if they worked at developing their talents, one day learn many of the tricks he'd mastered. However, they'd need to survive the next few decades first, and their stubbornness and recklessness all but ensured they would not. At least not without his help.

"Then why?" A more complicated question than the boy realized, touching on secrets Caleb did not care to reveal.

"You'll be in the cell for the rest of the week. After that you're confined to the club until further notice. No skateboard." A fairly lenient sentence as far as Caleb was concerned. He'd certainly been harsher to other spirits for less. William opened his mouth, either to protest or to restate his question, but Caleb quelled him with a single raised eyebrow. The boy's jaw snapped shut. That was more like it.

Caleb vanished and re-materialized his suite. He paused a moment before heading to his end table and decanting himself some brandy. Ordinarily wine was his preference, but tonight he needed something stronger.

When he finished pouring, Caleb lowered himself into his velvet armchair. He regarded the liquor in his glass a moment before taking a sip. Of all the many skills he'd acquired over the years, the ability to manifest food and drink that could be consumed by ghosts was one of his favorites.

With a sigh he turned his thoughts to more pressing matters. What to do about the children? They needed to be saved from themselves. That much was clear. First Youtube and now the Orpheum. In this day and age, with every lifer carrying a camera in their pocket, discretion was more necessary than ever.

Did it really not occur to the boys there were reasons ghosts, which had been around since the dawn of humanity, still were considered myths? Did it not dawn on them that someone kept things that way? Yes, they'd been passing themselves off as holograms, but how long until someone saw through that charade? He was frankly shocked it hadn't happened already. They were calling themselves "Julie and the Phantoms" for goodness sake!

Julie. Even thinking her name brought a sneer to his lips. How had she gotten the boys to choose her over him? He supposed Luke wasn't so surprising. The boy was besotted after all. Reggie, though, who found the scores young women and meatball subs so appealing? And Alex, whose infatuation with a certain young skater was so great? It was quite frankly unfathomable.

Still, Caleb had never been one to surrender without a fight. Short term he had but one goal: Break-up their band. Separate Julie from the Phantoms, preferably in a way that didn't implicate him. He settled in to consider his options. It was going to be a long night.

#julie and the phantoms #caleb covington #jatp #jatp netflix #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms fanfiction

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petitmimosa · 4 years

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About overscoring and all that.

Real hard Nathan stans aside, is there really anyone out there blind to what the ISU is doing? They’re not trying to hide even a little anymore, so.

Don’t get me wrong, Nathan IS a good skater, a great jumper, he’s just not a complete FIGURE skater yet. Which is the name of the sport so unless you go and change the very name itself, you’ll keep having the same issues.

Skaters aren’t blind either. Obv Nathan is happy about the score, but boy himself is saying that components wise, he’s nowhere near where Yuzu is. Nathan isn’t blind, he knows his sport. He knows his PCs are way too high because jumps aside, right now his programs are, well, kind of empty. I really think he means it when he says Yuzu can do everything he does better than him. Because, as a skater who’s been doing this for the better part of his life, it’s the truth. Transitions? Better. Skating skills? Better. And so on.

Did you see the height of their respective 4lz? Nathan’s peak was around 65cm, Yuzu’s was 85cm. (at 25 azghr(tyezrethn boy is going to land a 4A that’s 1m high and we are going to die, bye world.) Do I need to compare their 3A?

Right now the ISU is holding onto Nathan because he’s a 20 year-old kid from the USA aka what they’ve always dreamed about having as their mascott. Also, Nathan’s reaction was so...lukewarm? The way Raf was holding his hand high up like he was some kind of boxer was... pathetic, to put it lightly. I’m not saying Nathan doesn’t take some kind of advantage of that, because let’s face it, he’s in it to win it. But you know what this weekend taught me? I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’ve made my peace with how corrupt all this is and won’t blink at scores anymore. As long as Yuzu’s happy with his skate, comes out stronger after every performance, I’m happy too.

Also, how funny is it that with a 4lz in the SP and shameless GOEs, Yuzu is STILL the WR holder? Even funnier, the 225+ 5 quads FS score under the new system is BARELY higher than Helsinki’s 223+ 4 quads FS under the old system, and only 6 points higher than GPF 2015 219+ with... 3 quads. Don’t even get me started on how 335 and 330 because I start laughing everytime. 2 more quads for only 5 points difference total when at the time Yuzu was only jumping 4S and 4T. The ISU works hard, but Yuzu’s ankles work harder. Sorry bitches. It truly is laughable.

Yuzu’s comment about how figure skating isn’t a jumping competition makes me think that maybe he’s started to realize what the ISU is doing? Idk. Boy is trolling so hard when he says that the gap in scores doesn’t bother him since he’s already won competitions this way too. The real tell will be when he truly skates CLEAN and they have no reason to underscore him, doing so will be so blatantly cheating it might just make him snap for good. I mean he already went for the kill at SC when he said OUT LOUD and STRAIGHT TO THE CAMERA “i hope the rotation was okay for the toe”, who knows what the heck he’ll say the day he’s done with the ISU bullshit.

The ISU must be losing their mind, trying to find a way to get him to quit. As much as I adore Yuzu and want him to keep skating, I can’t wait for the ISU to lose all their damn money the day he retires. Overscored skaters might help them for a season, but it won’t make people stick around and travel from across the world. As much as I think they’re hoping that they’ll get rid of the problematic part of the FS fandom, aka Fanyus, they’re just so certain people will stay and keep financing them.. it’s pathetic. Really pathetic. Sorry not sorry. I love figure skating as a sport, it's actually my favorite one alongside tennis, but i didn't spend that much money to go to Torino to watch FS live. I did it to see Yuzu. So.

They can try all they want to put higher and higher numbers, but as time passes, numbers fade. Scores are forgotten and what sticks is the performance. Seimei will live on forever, Hope and Legacy too. I mean I could name every single one of his programs because let’s face it, they’ll all stay engraved in everybody’s minds. R&J? Chopin? LGC? Phantom GPF14? Pistol pose in PW, that swagger at 18? People watch the Swan and cry. There is something to remember from every single one of his performances.

I keep showing footage of Yuzu to a friend who knows nothing about FS and she once said that you can see his “beautiful soul” when he skates.

That’s the power he holds the moment he steps on the ice, and that’s why, despite all the ISU’s efforts to erase everything he’s ever done, his legacy will live on forever. He’s touched so many souls, too many for his achievements to be forgotten. Ever.

#Yuzuru Hanyu #figure skating #overscoring #i dont give a fuuuuuck

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pug-bitch · 4 years

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That’s not why I’m staying (8)

The world at your feet

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and an inappropriate conversation in the first scene :D. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: about 3,500

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, during Michael’s last night at the cabin, starting with Drake’s POV.

*****

Drake comes out of Sav’s old bedroom, his arms full of party games. She had always loved entertaining the young ladies of court at the cabin, however mean they were to her. Sav never lost hope that she would, one day, fit in. Only Maxwell was loyal to her. Drake shakes the idea off. Soon, he thinks, he can reconnect and, hopefully, make amends for not being there enough.

‘Table topics!!’ Maxwell exclaims.

Drake smiles. ‘Yup. Remember?’

Liv sighs as she pours herself another glass of wine. ‘As if you needed inspiration on weird topics, Beaumont!’

Maxwell laughs. ‘You may be right but it’s a fun game! Come on guys, grab some more dessert and let’s GO!’

Drake steals a kiss from Amara on his way to grab another slice of the apricot cake she and Hana made. Dinner was a success and they were now on to the second part of the mini Bash, with games, music, and booze.

Not that the whole evening wasn’t filled with booze. Drake can barely stand without swaying around like he’s on a boat. Weird how treacherous margaritas are.

‘You ok babe?’ Amara asks, her words slightly slurred.

Drake puts his hand on her hip and brings her closer. ‘Better than ever.’ He gives her another kiss, deeper this time. ‘Well, maybe I’m drunk.’

Amara giggles. ‘Yeah, so am I.’

‘Guys, gather around!’ Maxwell yells out as he stumbles down on a cushion. ‘Bertrand, get some more wine, you filthy animal!’

‘Okay, okay,’ Bertrand concedes. ‘It IS delicious wine, Olivia. Thank you for bringing it.’

Olivia bows. ‘Of course. Anything to get you drunk, Beaumont.’

Bertrand blushes. ‘Oh well. It doesn’t take much,’ he chuckles.

They all gather around the coffee table, and Hana draws the first card. She immediately giggles. ‘Oh, that one’s intense!’ She clears her throat. ‘Describe the worst sex you’ve ever had.’

‘Wow,’ Drake chuckles. ‘Not pulling any punches, huh?’

Maxwell raises his almost empty glass. ‘I’ll start! It was my first time. It was horrible. I got confused, and I forgot how close I was to the edge of the bed. I fell down and hurt my chin on my belt buckle. I had a bruise for days!’

Bertrand shudders. ‘Good lord, Maxwell, that’s where that bruise was coming from? I’d rather not know!’ He downs his entire glass of wine at once, which Olivia quickly refills, an evil smirk on her face.

She asks, ‘So, I take it you want to pass your turn, Beaumont?’

Bertrand grimaces. ‘If it’s alright, yes.’

Olivia shrugs. ‘Yeah, it’s your one pass. I’ll go next. My worst fuck was this guy I met at the derby 2 years ago. The Croatian, remember, Walker?’

Drake frowns. ‘Oh yeah. He worked for the Ambassador?’

Liv nods. ‘Well, he didn’t work for me. He cried as he orgasmed and said ‘I love you’ through his tears.’ She takes a sip of her wine. ‘Weak bastard.’

Amara makes a disgusted face. ‘Yikes. Um, my turn, I guess. The worst sex I’ve ever had is when I studied abroad in Québec, and this hot guy I met at a party turned out to have a lot of trouble getting a boner. He may have been drunk, but it was still very pathetic and sad for me.’

Drake strokes Amara’s hair and says ‘What a loser, who wouldn’t have a boner for you?’

Michael snorts, ‘Um, brother in the room, thank you very much. I’m with you on that one, Bertrand, I think I’ll pass.’ He downs his margarita. ‘Im traumatized.’

Drake’s eyes widen. ‘Did I say that out loud?’

Amara nods. ‘Yes. And thank you.’

Maxwell wipes a tear from laughter. ‘You guys, this is so much fun! Drake, your turn, then you draw!’

Drake nods seriously, as he tries to focus his eyes on a static point. ‘Um, for me, it was that Italian woman I had met, and she kept calling me Daddy, and trying to get me to spank her. Which, coupled with the ‘Daddy’ thing, well…’ he laughs. ‘It’s pretty fucked up.’

Maxwell shrugs. ‘At least you don’t lose your boners like Amara’s Canadian. Ha!’

Michael shakes his head. ‘Too soon, Maxwell. Too soon.’

Drake laughs and draws a card. ‘Alright, here we go. What’s your biggest regret?’

Olivia snorts. ‘Deep. Alright, I’ll go. My biggest regret is to have been hung up on Liam for too long.’

They all cheer. ‘Amen, sister,’ Amara yells. ‘For me, I don’t want to spoil the mood, so I’ll just say that I regret not talking to Michael for so long.’ She holds out her hand, which Michael lovingly takes. ‘Also to have spoken about the Canadian’s soft penis in front of him.’

Michael takes his hand back abruptly and bursts out laughing. ‘You little bitch,’ he giggles. ‘Alright, same for me—to have withdrawn from people who love me, such as my lovely sister here, and also I regret my skater phase in high school.’

Maxwell’s eyes widen. ‘You were a sk8er boi??’ He gasps as Michael nods cheekily. ‘Michael, my biggest regret is not to have seen any pictures of little skater you...yet!’

Hana raises her hand, all giggly from too many margaritas. ‘My biggest regret is not coming out to my parents.’

‘Yet!’ Michael adds, as he squeezes Hana’s arm gently.

Hana smiles. ‘You’re right! I will do it one day. Soon.’

Amara nods enthusiastically. ‘Yes you will! You’re a strong woman who knows who she is, and if they can’t see that, well… they better take time to reflect upon themselves.’ She frowns decidedly.

Drake chuckles. ‘Yeah, babe, that wasn’t harsh enough. What Amara means is… if they can’t accept you for who you are, fuck them, Hana!’

‘Yeah!’ Hana chimes in, as she frowns adorably. ‘Ok, your turn, Bertrand!’

Bertrand sighs heavily, his eyes glued to the Walker family portrait on the wall. ‘Oh guys,’ he says longingly, ‘I have so many regrets. The one I can’t stop thinking of is—‘ Olivia sneakily refills his wine glass as Amara shoots her daggers— ‘thank you, Olivia,’ he adds, ‘what I can’t seem to stop thinking of, every day almost… is not telling Savannah how I felt. Letting her go, without a proper declaration of love.’ He sighs and takes a big gulp of his wine.

Drake feels as though he sobered up at least 3 drinks. He and Maxwell make eye contact, and he notices that Max looks equally sad. ‘Hey man,’ Drake says comfortingly, ‘it’s not too late. It’s never too late to tell someone how you feel.’

Maxwell nods and puts a reassuring hand on his brother’s arm. ‘Yeah, he’s right, you never know what the future holds.’

Bertrand shakes his head. ‘I don’t know, guys. She has been gone two years. I don’t think I’ll ever see her again.’

A silence weighs on the room. Drake looks at Amara, who is biting her lip and looks like she’s about to say something. Drake tries to shake his head at her discreetly, but she takes a big breath and blurts out, ‘I found her.’

*****

Amara can’t believe she said this. She certainly didn’t plan on it. Can she blame the margaritas, if she’s the one who made the margaritas? She’s gonna go with yes.

All eyes are on her, especially Drake’s, who are pleading her to stop talking. But she has to fix this, right?

She looks at Bertrand, who looks utterly destroyed by the news. She opens her mouth again. ‘I know how sad Drake has been because of his sister’s disappearance, and I wanted to make sure she was ok. We had very little leads, just an email address she had given her mom, and a bank account—‘ she stops in her tracks. She can’t betray Maxwell. She takes another deep breath. ‘That she had also given Bianca, and I found her. We’re gonna try to establish contact.’

Amara feels Drake relaxing next to her. She looks into his eyes, and he gives her a relieved smile. Phew, she thinks. She didn’t blow it all.

Bertrand gasps for air. ‘Oh wow. That is very impressive of you, Amara. You must be a wonderful detective. Um, Olivia, can I have some more wine?’

Olivia hurries to the bottle and empties it in Bertrand’s glass. ‘Of course,’ she says, in shock.

Bertrand takes a gulp and says, ‘Thank you for telling me. I hope that, when you do find her in person, she agrees to talk to me.’ He pauses. ‘In fact—no.’

‘No no, go ahead,’ Drake says.

Bertrand sighs. ‘Do you think you could give me that email address you were speaking of?’

Drake pauses for a second, looks at both Amara and Maxwell, and finally says, ‘Of course. I’ll give it to you tomorrow.’

Bertrand nods, determined. ‘Thank you. I have something in my drafts that is aching to be sent.’

*****

Table Topics died down with that second card—way too loaded, but also necessary, as Drake is starting to think. ‘Hey guys, let’s finish those chocolates, ok?’ He yells out on his way to the kitchen to refill his cocktail.

As he pours himself another delicious margarita, he feels Amara’s hand squeezing his arm. She makes her way into his arms and pulls him closer. ‘Oh my God I’m sorry, babe,’ she whispers, her eyes digging deep into his. ‘I have no idea why I blurted it out. I shouldn’t have.’ She bites her lip.

Drake’s heart melts. ‘I know why you did.’ He strokes her face gently. ‘Bertrand looked miserable and we have been withholding crucial info from him.’ He smiles as he cups her face. ‘I’m glad you told him. I’m also glad you kept quiet about the—‘ his voice grows quieter— ‘the baby. We want to talk to Sav before involving him.’

Amara lets out a sigh of relief. ‘I was so scared you’d be mad at me. I promise you it just came out….the poor schmuck was laying his heart on the table, like ‘she’s my biggest regret and now she’s gone forever,’ when we all know she’s not, and—‘

Drake squeezes her hand. ‘I know. My heart broke for him, too. Believe me, I get it.’ He hands Amara the margarita pitcher. ‘Here, have another drink. This sobered us up way too quickly.’

She chuckles and obliges. ‘You got that right.’

Drake smiles softly as he looks at Amara try not to spill her margarita. He would never think that love would soften him this much. When he looks at her, his heart turns into a gooey substance that alters all his senses and decisions. It’s frightening, yes. But it brought so much joy into his life, too.

‘What?’ Amara asks, amused.

He shrugs. ‘Nothing. Just thinking. If Bertrand really does email Sav, maybe it will convince her to come back. More than I ever could.’

*****

Liam pours himself another vodka. He’s never been one for hard liquor—much more of a white wine drinker—, but desperate times call for desperate measures. After spending the afternoon drafting a treaty with Greece, he had to go have dinner with his father, who had been in worse shape than ever. Liam shudders as he thinks back on his father’s weak movements, and slower speech.

He knows that Constantine is not one to admit weakness. He’s the King, after all. But if there ever was a time…

He shakes it off. He’ll think about all this after the Engagement Tour. Constantine is surrounded with the best doctors in Europe, there is no reason to worry as of yet. Right?

Liam found the perfect excuse to escape from Madeleine tonight. He has to work late on that treaty, and needs to get up early. So, unfortunately, no sleepover, darling, you will be better off in your own room. Madeleine had pouted and acted like she was disappointed, but he could tell that even she was relieved that tonight was providing her with an out. An out from this forced charade they called an engagement. Maybe, just maybe, if he could just convince her from sheer boredom and lack of chemistry, to just...let go, maybe everything could go back to normal.

But he’ll have to take the crown soon. There’s no out for that.

He sighs and downs his vodka. He pours another. In front of him, the business card he was handed a few weeks back. Should he…?

No. It’s almost eleven. It wouldn’t be proper.

She did say that he could write whenever… He takes a deep breath and starts typing furiously on his phone.

This is Liam. May I take you up on your offer?

He puts the phone down, and grabs his glass again. As soon as he takes a sip, his phone vibrates.

Of course. Is everything ok?

He lets out a sigh of relief as he starts typing again.

Just a hard night. Hope all is well with you. Would you be free for a drink? Unless it’s too late.

His heart races. It’s been a while since he’s made a new friend. Someone who really listens to him, and whose presence calms him down.

Sure. I just need to finish a brief. How about the Orchard Way Tavern in half an hour?

Liam types a quick response and speed dials Bastien. ‘Bastien, are you available to drive me downtown?’

‘Sure thing, Your Majesty, but I can call Thierry—‘

‘No need. Please pick me up in 15.’

*****

You were workin' as a waitress in a cocktail bar

When I met you

I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around

Turned you into someone new

Now five years later on, you've got the world at your feet

Success has been so easy for you

But don't forget, it's me who put you where you are now

And I can put you back down too

Don’t—Don’t you want me

Drake drunkenly looks on as Maxwell and Amara duet on Don’t You Want Me. They’re having the time of their lives, who needs a karaoke machine when you can just sing as loudly as you can over the actual singers?

Michael comes to sit next to him on the floor, and smiles at him. ‘This is awesome, Drake,’ he slurs. ‘I’m having such a good time. Thank you.’

Drake smiles back and clinks his drink to Michael’s. ‘You’re welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you here, Mike.’

Michael grows pensive, and Drake appreciate how much of a quiet drunk he is, compared to the others. ‘You know, I’m gonna have a hard time leaving tomorrow.’

Drake nods. ‘I don’t blame you. Wish you could stay longer and come on the tour. I would appreciate the company, and so would these two,’ he gestures at Maxwell and Amara.

Michael chuckles. ‘Yeah. Well, maybe it’ll be good for everyone to…’ he makes a calming gesture with his arms, ‘take some time. You know.’ He sighs. ‘Dammit. Is it that obvious?’

Drake shrugs, amused. ‘I didn’t say anything, man.’

Michael shakes his head. ‘You didn’t need to.’ He takes a sip of his wine. ‘I just don’t know what happened to me in the past few days. I feel… different. Calmer. More serene.’

Drake nods. ‘Yeah. Like you’ve made peace with some shit, right?’

Michael nudges Drake with his elbow. ‘Exactly. That’s exactly right. I’ve made peace with some shit. Some really deep shit.’ He chuckles. ‘Look at her.’

Drake looks at Amara. ‘Oh, I am. She’s a sight to behold.’

Michael nudges him again. ‘You love her. I love that. She’s so loveable, man, it’s unreal.’ He pauses. ‘You know, when I look at my kid, who’s the spitting image of Sergio, it doesn’t hurt. I love it, because he lives on. But for a long time, when I looked at Amara, it did hurt. A lot. Because not only is she basically the female version of her brother, but these two were so close. So fucking close.’ He shakes his head. ‘They were like twins, if twins could be six years apart, you know. This one over there, she’s an old soul. When I met her, she was a little eighteen-year-old, but she didn’t take shit from anybody, and she was already introspective, and observant, and good with people—all of it.’

Drake smiles. ‘That’s my Amara.’

Michael holds his hand to his heart. ‘Ugh, stop it, you guys are so cute.’ He takes another sip. ‘My point is, she’s such a complex and precious little soul. Always has been. And Sergio always told me how strong she is, but also, sensitive at the same time, because she loves so wholly, you know. She gives her all. Well, when we lost him—when this all happened, two years ago, and she withdrew into her own shell, it hurt so fucking much, because I knew, I just knew that it would have killed him even more, to see her like that.’ He pauses and bites his lip. ‘Nope,’ he adds, ‘I’m not gonna fucking cry on my last night.’

Drake puts his hand on Michael’s knee and gives it a reassuring squeeze. ‘It’s ok, man. I get it. She is getting better, now, and you can let go a little bit.’ He smiles. ‘She will be ok.’

Michael nods. ‘Because of you. Because of you, and Max, and Hana, and Olivia, and Bertrand… because she found people to love again.’

Drake has to make a conscious effort in order not to tear up as well. ‘Mike, I’m glad you’re here. And please tell me we can see you in New York when we go there after the bullshit Ball we have to attend.’

Michael nods furiously. ‘I’d love nothing more.’

*****

Liam fidgets with his glass of water as he waits. She insisted on getting the second round, not that he needed to drink more, but when the company is this nice, what can you say.

‘Here you go,’ she says as she puts his glass of wine in front of him. ‘Cheers!’

He clinks his glass to her martini. ‘Thank you, Ioanna, and cheers to you.’

‘So,’ she says as she sets her glass safely on the table. ‘You were saying that you’re totally into Amara Suarez, even though she has never given you any indication that she likes you romantically?’

Liam arches an eyebrow. ‘Did—did I say that?’

Ioanna chuckles. ‘Not in so many words, but that’s what I understood.’

He holds his hand to his chest, feigning being shot in the heart. ‘Ouch, that was harsh, Ms. Papadakis!’

She shrugs playfully, as she tugs a brown curl behind her ear. ‘Hey, you said you like honesty. I’m just trying to have your back.’

Liam takes a sip. ‘You have a point. Come to think of it, I may never have known what honesty is.’ He pauses. ‘You know everyone wants to kiss the prince’s ass.’

Ioanna snorts. ‘Classy, Your Majesty.’

He laughs. ‘You know what I mean. The only person who’s ever been honest with me—I think—is my best friend. And maybe Amara, well, I hope.’

Ioanna drinks quietly.

Liam smiles, ‘And, clearly, now, you.’

She nods, pleased with his response. ‘Well, you said it yourself. She was honest with you, she told you she doesn’t want anything romantic with you. Why do you choose not to believe her?’

He pauses, taken aback. ‘Um. Maybe because she barely knows me, and I’m still hoping that—‘

‘Forgive me for being straightforward,’ she interrupts, ‘but maybe it could be because you’ve always gotten what you want?’

He opens his mouth to protest. Gotten what he wants? Really? As he is forced to take the crown, as his father is dying, as his mother is dead and buried? He closes his mouth.

‘Liam,’ she adds, ‘I’m not saying you’ve never been through anything. I’m not. But you said it yourself, everyone is kissing your ass, so maybe you can’t recognize it when people are actually...not?’

Damn, he thinks, is she reading his mind? ‘Well, you got me there,’ he says, defeated.

Ioanna shrugs in victory as she takes another sip of her martini. ‘And don’t get me started on your plan to unveil your fiancée’s evil nature during the Engagement Tour,’ she adds. ‘This plan has more holes than gruyère cheese. With all due respect, everyone knows she’s not a very good person, and no one cares.’ Her eyes dig into his, deeply. ‘The only person who can break your engagement is you.’

*****

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hartigays · 4 years

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For the writing prompt, Harringrove 33 & 3? ✨

33. “What? No! I wasn’t staring…I-I was looking at something behind you!”

3. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

(we going ✈️ modern!au so boys can kiss in public)

at last count, dustin has fallen on his ass at least seventeen times. in the last hour, at that.

steve watches the kids ice skate from one of the picnic tables in front of the hot cocoa stand. he’d spent the first hour taking video after video to send to dustin’s mom. then he’d spent another hour scrolling through social media.

shitty thing is, he’s exhausted pretty much every social media known to man. steve wants to tell the kids that time’s up, it’s time to pack it up and go home. it’s just - they look like they’re having so much fun.

max is rosy-cheeked and giggling like a schoolgirl in love, zipping around the rink hand-in-hand with el. will, mike, and lucas aren’t far behind them, chatting animatedly about something steve still hasn’t quite caught.

dustin is the only one flailing about at the center of the rink, shouting at steve to take pictures and send them to suzie. pictures of what, steve isn’t sure. dustin looks more like a baby giraffe learning to walk than a olympic figure skater.

so, yeah. steve is basically stuck until he can muster enough ebenezer scrooge energy to rain on the kids’ parade and call it a night.

robin and heather have long since run off, most likely to go makeout at the christmas tree farm right next to the rink. leaving steve alone with his thoughts and dry as hell phone.

“well, don’t you just look like you’re having the time of your life.”

steve’s heart lurches in his chest. he looks over his shoulder to find none other than billy hargrove hovering behind him. he’s wearing his signature smirk, and there’s one loose curl that’s fallen across his forehead. he looks too damn good to be at some shoddy ice rink in hawkins, indiana. it makes steve’s mouth run dry.

“i’ve never felt more alive,” steve replies, monotonous.

billy laughs, a genuine thing that has steve’s heart pounding and butterflies fluttering about in his belly. he’s pretty sure every hair on his body stands on end when billy seats himself next to him, close enough that their shoulders brush.

“thought you had to work tonight,” steve says after a moment, arching a brow. “‘s why i’m stuck here watching a bunch of 13-year-olds ice skate instead of getting loaded at tommy’s christmas party, right?”

“got off early. boss man got his hand shut in a car door, broke almost every bone in the damn thing,” billy explains. “what, you’re not happy to see me, pretty boy?”

“that’s disgusting. and no, i’m not,” steve tells him. a bold-faced lie, but he can pretend. “unless you’re here to tell me you’re relieving me so i can get the fuck out of here?”

“no can do. you leave, i leave. i don’t do kids, remember?”

“helpful,” steve grumbles. billy’s smirk just widens.

they watch the kids for a while, chatting occasionally but mostly sitting in comfortable silence. it’s basically routine for them, at this point.

steve would be lying if he said he didn’t get sick of it. the shallow conversations and amicable silences, anyway. he wishes billy would just yank him in by the collar and plant one on him. but steve figures that if billy wanted to do that, he would have by now. the guy’s not exactly known for holding back.

not to mention, they’ve been friends since they were kids, and steve has been in love with him for almost the entirety of that time. his feelings have only gotten harder to ignore as they’ve gotten older. it doesn’t help that steve knows billy is the gayest motherfucker in hawkins. because billy knows steve is bi, so that means that if billy had any inclination to be more than friends, then they’d be more than friends.

they’re not. billy comes over to play video games or do homework or use steve’s walk-in shower. billy does not come over to kiss steve or fall asleep next to him or tell him that he loves him just as much back.

steve isn’t sure how long he can keep up this friends-only facade before he breaks. a long time, obviously, given that he’s been alive for eighteen years and billy has been present for thirteen of those. and steve hasn’t broken yet.

yet recently, things have felt incredibly strained between them and steve has felt uncomfortably close to snapping. maybe things are reaching a tipping point, or maybe steve is just tired of pretending all the time. that shit gets beyond tiring, you know?

it’s just that steve’s gotten the vibe that billy might just feel the same way about him. with the casual touches that have been greatly increasing in frequency and the lingering gazes and billy’s increased usage of particular pet names. steve is pretty sure billy has called him pretty boy or princess more in the last couple of weeks than he has in the entire time they’ve been friends.

the only problem with that is billy will do those things, then immediately shut down and revert back to that no homo bro state. so, steve really can’t gauge whether or not billy actually feels the same way, or if he’s just reading into things. it’s fucking exhausting.

“hey, earth to steve. steve.”

billy snaps his fingers in steve’s face. instinctively, steve slaps his hand away. his vision refocuses, only to find billy staring directly into his eyes, his brows raised. steve feels a little faint being at the center of billy’s attention.

“what?”

the other boy rolls his eyes. “you’ve been staring at me for like five minutes straight. i think you were drooling.”

“what? shut up,” steve mutters, his cheeks coloring. “i wasn’t - that wasn’t - i was looking at that, um. that.........incredibly interesting skate rental desk behind you.”

the look billy gives him is indecipherable. steve feels hot and cold. like he’s being crushed under the weight of possibly having been found out.

his breath catches when those blue eyes flicker down to his mouth. steve stops breathing altogether when billy inches forward ever-so-slightly.

“steve,” billy repeats, still staring at his mouth. “do me a a favor and shut up, yeah? i think you can put that mouth to better use.”

all the air rushes out of steve’s lungs at once. all he can manage to squeak out is a pathetic, “what?”

“christ,” billy groans. “would you just fuckin’ kiss me already?”

but steve doesn’t have a chance to process that request, or collect himself enough to fulfill it, or even breathe. because in the next moment, billy is tugging steve in by the drawstrings of his hoodie and kissing the lights out of him.

billy’s mouth is a whole hell of a lot softer than steve had imagined it would be. and he’s imagined it being very soft, very often. it’s like kissing a cloud, or cotton candy, or some other soft thing that steve can’t think of right now.

he can’t think about much of anything. his brain basically short-circuited the moment billy’s lips touched his. finally, steve lets out this pathetic noise of relief, before tugging billy in even closer, deepening the kiss. he has one hand tangled in the freshly cut mop of billy’s curls, and the other resting against billy’s cheek.

billy holds him by the waist, kissing him like he’s mapping out every inch of steve’s mouth. maybe he is. steve doesn’t really care, as long as billy keeps doing it.

steve is really butthurt about having to breathe. because it means he has to pull away from billy, has to stop feeling his lips against his. and that’s just a travesty, alright?

they’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other like they both have no idea what to do next.

“i’ve been in love with you for as long as i can remember,” steve blurts. he winces at his own confession.

billy just looks relieved. “good. that means you’ll finally go out with me, right?”

“oh my god, yeah, yes, of course - wait. what do you mean finally?”

“i’ve only been dropping hints left and right for the last, i dunno. five million years?” billy teases him, rolling his eyes.

“so you were flirting with me. noted.”

steve honest to god giggles before he goes to press another kiss to billy’s lips, but he falters when someone else speaks.

“fucking finally. it was starting to get really sad being around you two,” max says. she’s standing in front of them with her hands on her hips, el by her side.

billy and steve share a look, before they both burst out laughing. because it’s not like she’s wrong, right?

but it doesn’t really matter. all that matters is that they’ve finally made it here, and it’s better than steve ever thought it could be. all that other shit? that’s just details. steve has the full picture now.

and goddamn, was it worth the wait.

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star-birthmark · 4 years

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Living Through You: Ghiaccio X Reader

Ghiaccio had never been someone who could take criticism well. But someone has attacked the integrity of his stand, he wouldn’t just sit idly by. When a heated attack is thrown, he is asked to explain his side of the story. He had to defend his abilities and what they represent: his love for you. Hear the ice man tell a story from his past and learn why Ghia is the way he is. (4.1k words)

CWs: parental arguments, casual violence, reader death

“Do you guys ever wonder why we have the stands that we do?”

It was poker night at the La Squadra base, the whole team huddled around their dining room table, engaged in the heated card game. Pesci had already blown through most of his money (much to Prosciutto’s dismay), with the game quickly becoming a power struggle between Melone’s calculating mind, Risotto’s blank expression, and Sorbet’s cheating ways. However, all members stopped and took a pause when the oh-so tipsy but oh-so curious Formaggio asked all of them his question. Illuso thought about it for a moment before looking at his casual rival with a grin.

“I can think of why. I’ll bet a fatass like you wanted to be thinner so you got Little Feet.”

Formaggio growled. “At least I’m not so narcissistic that my stand would require me to look at myself in the mirror all day you prick.”

Prosciutto rolled his eyes and stuck his cigarette in between his teeth.

“You gotta be kidding me. A stand has nothing to do with someone’s personality. What? Do you really think Melone’s some kind of scientific genetic genius?”

He snickered, causing the masked man to dramatically gasp from his wounded pride.

“Oh yeah?! Well, at least I’m not subconsciously scared of my good looks fading Pros dear. I take good care of myself. You keep smoking and eating red meat and relying on your genes to stay fit, and you won’t even need Grateful Dead to look like a gross old man.”

Proscuitto grumbled, ready to stand up from his seat and give Melone a peace of his mind. Pesci, noticing his mentor’s ticks of anger, shook his head in protest.

“Hey what if we all just stop this? We all got pretty strong stands anyway, so what does it matter why we have them?” Sorbet rolled his eyes.

“Yeah obviously the man with the worst stand out of all of us would say that.”

Seeing Pesci’s hurt expression, Risotto placed a large hand on the boy’s shoulder and glared at Sorbet.

“Come Sorbet. You know how sensitive Pesci can get.” Proscuitto rolled his eyes.

“Whatever sir. He should learn to take it.”

“Wait for just a second now but I don’t wanna take it-”

“He should learn how to take it.”

Proscuitto eyed his mentee waiting for him object again. Pesci sighed, slinking back in his chair. Formaggio raised an eyebrow in thought.

“Wait a second… there’s still someone we haven’t really considered.”

He looked about the group before eyeing Ghiaccio sitting between Melone and Sorbet and Gelato. The curly-haired assassin sat silently, staring down at his cards with shaking hands. The rest of them had realized who Formaggio was talking about and turned to Ghiaccio as well. Melone leaned in towards his one true friend of the group.

“Well, you’ve been awfully quiet Ghia. You’d think since we’re all yelling at each other, you’d want in on the fun.”

“I’m alright.” The icy man nodded between teeth, still staring at his cards. Sorbet decided to pry as he usually does, unafraid to be truly hurtful.

“Oh come on Amico… we’re all men here. You know damn well we can take an insult. So what’s about it. How about you take a shot at us, you pathetic little figure skater? Little girl huh?”

“What the fuck did you call me?!” Ghiaccio exploded, slamming his hands down on the table, coming up to his feet. Sorbet chuckled.

“Alright alright calm down. Mad at me? Do something then…”

Ghiaccio bit his tongue once more, turning his head to sneer at his senior member. Melone was the first to notice the glossiness of his best friend’s eyes but didn’t want to hurt the assassin’s pride by saying anything. Formaggio was beginning to take notice as well, glancing down at the table to pretend he didn’t see how the tears were starting to build in Ghiaccio’s eyes. Proscuitto lit himself another cigarette for a distraction and placed a hand on Pesci’s shoulder to stop him from asking Ghiaccio what was wrong. Illuso fidgeted in his chair before getting up, claiming in his own falsely arrogant way that he was too tired to watch Ghiaccio’s and Sorbet’s pathetic stare down. Only Risotto was able to look at his teammate’s approaching vulnerability under the fellow murderer’s gaze, ready to step in case things got physical.

With Ghiaccio, they usually did.

His whole body trembling, Ghiaccio sat back down in his seat and looked away from Sorbet’s deadly gaze, causing the older man to howl in laughter, getting his boyfriend to join in with him in mocking their teammate. Noticing that final eye twitch from Ghiaccio, Risotto and Melone nodded to each other before getting up from their seats. But they were too slow; Ghiaccio had already stood up again in blinding rage and landed a hard punch into Sorbet’s nose, knocking both him and Gelato clinging onto him, backward out of their chair and tumbling to the floor.

“Ghia! Ghia stop it!”

Melone lunged, grabbing Ghiaccio from behind and struggling to hold him back. Risotto walked over to the two of them and placed a hand on Ghiaccio’s head, causing the young man to faint into Melone’s arms.

“Take him back to his room. I’ll handle Sorbet and Gelato.”

Melone nodded, dragging his unconscious friend out of the dining room. The other got up from the table with a sigh, leaving as they heard the couple’s loud cursing and cries of pain. The night soon went down in history as the worst poker night they’d had in a long while, all members silently agreeing to not speak of it for a while.

Until about two weeks later, when Melone and Ghiaccio were sitting in the ice man’s room talking. Mission briefings lay over the floor, along with paperwork that still needed to get done and styrofoam cups from the noodles they had just had. Melone eyed Ghiaccio at his desk from the other’s bed and finally opened his mouth.

“Can you please tell me why you punched him?” Ghiaccio closed his eyes, sighing.

“No. I don’t want to.”

“Oh come on. You told Ris.”

“Risotto’s our capo. I had to tell him or I’d be kicked out. You ain’t shit.”

Melone pouted and shrugged, muttering under his breath that he, in fact, was shit, but Ghiaccio only glared at him again. Melone rolled his eyes and opening his mouth again.

“You know, it’s wasn’t even that important of a question that Formi asked. ‘Do you guys ever wonder why we have the stands that we do?’. That was all. Then we had to get all dramatic about it and yell at each other. But of course you take it too far and you ruined your relationship with Sorbet by punching him, and you still won’t tell me why you punched him at all. Not even too mention you needed Ris to move all the blood from your brain for you to pass out since that’s apparently the only way to get you to calm down. Then I had to drag your sorry self back to this room without any than-”

Not surprisingly, Melone was interrupted by his friend slamming his fists down into his desk and screaming.

“Fine. Fine! You wanna know?! YOU WANNA FUCKING KNOW?!”

“YES?! I DO! THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!”

“FINE! I WILL FUCKING TELL YOU!”

“YES! PLEASE DO!”

Ghiaccio grumbled and turned away from Melone before beginning.

“You can’t judge me for this…” Melone could sense the seriousness of the situation but decided to keep it light.

“Do I seem in any position to judge anyone? Look at me.” Ghiaccio smiled a little before gulping, not wanting to tell the story.

“Look… I don’t know all this for certain. But I really do think I know why I have White Album. I’m not a hundred percent sure on it all. But I remember Polpo telling me a stand can have something to do with our past, something that we loved, someplace, even… even someone. And I think that’s what happened to me…Someone.”

The iceman bit his lip, getting mad at Melone that he was making him admit all this. Still, Melone, another prier of La Squadra, was still confused.

“What do you mean?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Dear, please! I don’t know what the fuck you want, Rafi! Please! You know I can’t control him! Can’t you help me?!”

A woman paced back and forth on the kitchen floor, wet sobs steadily streaming down her cheeks as she hid her face in her hands. The man sitting at the table away from her was smoking a cigar, his fist clenching and unclenching against the wood of the furniture, staring silently ahead of him with a sneer, his whole body seeming to quiver with hidden rage. The woman looked over at him from her spot, still shaking.

“Well?! SAY SOMETHING! He’s your son! You’re as responsible as I am!”

“Oh go away, dear… “

The man grumbled and took another puff of his cigar, causing the woman’s boiling rage to reach its critical point, and she exploded, swiftly walking over to her husband, grabbing his cigar, throwing it in the kitchen sink and soaking it in the running water.

“Hey what the fuck did you do that for?! Those are expensive!”

“You haven’t been here for him or me for so long it’s no wonder he’s so messed up! All his father does is smoke all day while he’s here and ignore us when he isn’t!”

“Oh please, it’s your damn fault the idiot’s the way he is! And what am I supposed to do?! We don’t have the money to keep bailing him out! His anger is out of control Marea, and I don’t know what to do about it either!”

The woman’s eyes widened and she soon began to weep once more, her pacing continuing as she watched the clock on the wall through her tears.

“Oh god… oh god what are we going to do? My baby… my baby… Oh, Santo Cielo! I don’t know how to help hi-”

A knock came to the door, the man quickly rushing to answer it as his wife worked to recollect herself, wiping her tears and straightening out her dress. The man opened the door, finding the exact picture he was expecting. A police officer stood alongside his teenage son on the porch, the man in uniform holding onto the young man’s handcuffs. The woman leaned out of the kitchen doorway, recognizing her son’s light blue curls, even as they messily blocked her view of his beaten and bruised face.

“Is this Rafael Bianchi’s residence?”

“That’s me…”

“He was caught starting a fight with some other boys in the town square. We had to keep your son downtown until we could confirm the boys would recover well in the hospital. The parents say you’ll be hearing from them over the coming week.”

“…I see… come on son.”

The handcuffs were unlocked, a young Giulio Bianchi stepping forward into the house, shyly looking up to see his father’s face and mother’s worried gaze. Once the woman got a good look at his face, her own turned to one of disappointment to one of worry.

“Oh my god! Dear, what happened to your face?!”

She came rushing over, carefully cradling her son’s chin in her hand and seeing the large bruise on his cheekbone and around his eyes. The young man growled before nudging out of her grip.

“Get off me…”

“Dear we need to take you to get that seen…”

“Just leave me alone. You didn’t even bother to pick me up from the station you bi-”

“Don’t talk to your mother that way!”

“Oh yeah?! And where the fuck were you old man?! A big tough guy like you didn’t come to pick me up either!”

“You said you were coming back from school.”

“I can’t believe you believed me.” The man sneered, clenching his fist before his wife took it in her hand for him to calm down.

“Please dear… we need to get that seen. It could get infected a-and get worse and oh god what if you die? Oh god-”

“God stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”

The woman reached forward and tried to hold onto her son, but he pushed her away, taking a step back. She sighed, shaking where she stood. She had no idea how many times she had cried that night. To think she’d given birth to such a devil. To think she and her husband had raised such a monster. The tears began to fully form once more, the helpless woman weeping into the man’s chest as he reached to hug her. He looked at his son with contempt.

“Alright… alright, get going. Go wash it yourself if you don’t need us. Go wash it yourself…”

The young teen headed back further into the house towards his room, slamming the door behind him and closing his eyes in the sudden silence. He leaned against his doorway before sliding down till he sat, up against the door. The seconds of silence soon became far too much to bear, as the young delinquent let out an ear-shattering scream, venting out his frustrations and sadness. He soon cut it short, the action hurting his bruised cheek. Giulio stood up from his spot and walked towards the window of his room, noticing that now more than ever, the snow was beginning to the fall over their little town, the beautiful white flakes trickling down to paint all over the grass outside. He stood there, watching the snowfall for what felt like hours, the slow, seemingly endless action working to calm down the young man. Distract him. From his parents. From the other boys. From school. From himself. A pull came over the young man, something drawing further and further to the snow, his hand rising from his side to the latch of his window. With one swift motion, he grabbed his coat from his desk chair and slipped his way out from his window, standing out in his yard and basking in the snow. Totally at peace.

Of course, the peace didn’t last long. Once outside, all the young man could hear was scraping. A horrible, distinctive scraping, coming from a few streets away. Like a blade against ice. He grumbled and went to walk towards the sound, ready to give the person a piece of his mind for interrupting his peace of mind.

That was when he saw you.

The pond by your house had frozen over, one of the rare moments that you could finally rummage through your closet to find your skates and perform for yourself out on the ice. And well, perform for him. But you didn’t know that yet. He was entranced by you. Watching you form lazy figure eights along the perimeter of the pond, before circling into the center to spin around at top speed, had his interests peaked. Hiding within the trees, the young man watched for almost an hour as you skated all over the water, his breath catching in his throat whenever you jumped up, never one hundred percent sure that you would fully land on your feet. But you always did. The more he watched you, the more the young man became aware of the heat rising in his cheeks, or the sweatiness of his palms, or pace of his heartbeat. When you finally stopped, it took everything he had to just leave without a sound. It was a good thing he had failed.

The rustling of the leaves and snow and the breaking of the branchers alerted you that someone was around. You turned every which way, watching for someone.

“H-hello?! Is someone there?!”

You called out, still looking around. He didn’t know what to do. Does he say anything? Does he run away? No. Giulio clenched his fist and turned around no longer hiding from behind the trees, his bruise out in the open, his curls blowing in the wind.

“H-hello… I was… I was watching you skate.” You look him up and down, scared for your life.

“Uh-huh… Is there something you want?”

“…Could you teach me?” You watched his face flood in embarrassment as he asked such a simple question. You couldn’t help but giggle. He frowned deeply at you.

“Hey don’t laugh at me! I’m asking you for real!”

“But I don’t even know you.”

“I just want to learn. I was watching you skate. It just… looks so calming.”

You watched his eyes grow melancholy as he spoke those last words. He looked in need of help. He looked like he needed calm. Looked like he needed something like this.

“Well… I don’t even know your name.” He looked up at you.

“It’s Giulio Bianchi… A dumb name I know.”

“I don’t think it’s dumb… my name is (y/n) (l/n). Would you like to come in? I could take care of your bruise…” His eyes widened before he shyly began to nod.

“Sure.”

From that day on, things began to change for the young man. Winter break had begun. You had let him borrow your older brother’s skates while he studied in university, thankful that the two men had the same show size. It was a bit shaky at first, figuratively and literally. He fell quite a few times and had to hold onto you even more not to lose his footing, but you didn’t really mind. When the day was done, the young man returned home, promptly hiding away the skates, to head off to have dinner with his family. Day by day, his parents observed that their son was getting more and more at ease with his surroundings, and had been blowing up much less, though for the life of them they didn’t know why. But they certainly weren’t complaining. Calls from the police station stopped, yelling within the house turned into a peaceful silence, kisses were exchanged between two young lovers, ‘I love you’s were said. Giulio kept getting better and better at his skating.

After weeks the two of you practicing, of him gaining his balance, of looping around the pond, and then the skating rink in town with you, Giulio felt a brand new man, and you could see it as well. Gone were the days of screaming at the top of his lungs every time he fell on the ice. Instead, he was now… civil. Loving even. You hurriedly untied your skates as you watched your partner make his final loops around the rink. You leaned against the railing as he came up to you. He watched you inquisitively.

“Hello. What are you staring at?” He asked.

“Hehe… you.”

“Oh yeah? Like anything about it?”

“A lot of it…”

You chuckled and leaned down to take his lips in yours, cupping his cheek that was scarred from the fight the day you two met took place. Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you, one hand taking through your hand with neediness. You couldn’t help but smile. He even loved in his own angry sort of way. And you have fallen in love with it.

“Come on… let’s head home…”

The walk back from the rink had been peaceful for the most part. Spring break was upon the town, with tourists coming to the north of Italy for the ski slopes and skating. You two huddled together in the chilly evening, chatting about the homework you both had due, how you were feeling a bit under the weather, him promising to bring over some of his mom’s homemade soup for you the next time it was made. All seemed at peace.

Until that peace was gone. A man came running up to the two of you, coming out of a side alley. He didn’t seem to notice you. It was all so fast-paced. Another man ran in your direction, not seeming to notice you two in the crossfire. When the first shot was fired, the bullet pierced straight into the opposite man’s stomach. The two of you tried to hurry away from the noise, running in the opposite direction, the shooter running with you away from the shot. With his vision blurry, his life draining, the wounded man went to take his foe out, aiming as best as he could, sure that he hit someone. It was too bad that he hit the wrong person. You came crashing down, your head knocking against Giulio’s chest, blooding spilling everywhere. In a hot flash, he grabbed the gun the dead man had left behind and aimed towards the fleeting criminal, but he kept missing in the empty evening street. It was all done. The original shooter had gotten away, the second shooter was now dead. And poor (y/n)… was gone. It was too bad that another woman saw the stark image of a young man standing over the two dead bodies with a gun in his hand. The Bianchi household would receive another call from the police that night.

Giulio wouldn’t know what would come of him for the rest of his life. The only person that understood him and managed to calm him down was gone, he was in jail for a crime he had not committed, and all of his raging had returned after so long of being gone. He had no idea what would happen until a tall, powerful man stopped by his cell.

“I can get you out of this. Is there anyone that would miss you?”

“Dunno. My parents disowned me. The love of my life is dead, I got nobody. What’s that got to do with you anyway? Who are you?” The man rolled his dark, void-like eyes and spoke.

“Stop being so dramatic. The truth is.. I’m starting something. A team of sorts. And someone without any hesitation to resort to violence, someone with such a short fuse, would be perfect for it. You agree to join me, I’ll make sure you are out of here and taken care of…” Giulio watched him for any sign of lying before nodding in determination.

“Alright… I will.”

It had been stressful to keep that flame on for 24 hours. But what was more stressful was what happened after the lighter went out. The dark presence, the shadows coming alive. The near-death experience, the sensation of being stabbed. Until he woke up the next morning with the light still on, sighing in relief to still be alive.

When Guilio first felt his stand, he felt a heavy weight be placed right onto his heart. As White Album formed around his body, the sharp skates forming at his feet, and the temperature dropping just as it did back home, the young man resisted the urge to cry. Polpo explained to him that stand can from many places in the mind, even from a person the user used to know. So that was it. Guilio, now Ghiaccio smiled when he first heard that. So it was you. You were with him. You and your beautiful turns on the ice, the way you protected him from himself, and your conditional love for him, they’d all be with him as long as he was still alive. You would live on through him, the love for the cold and ice that you both shared was now on his shoulders.

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“So that’s why I believe I have White Album. (Y/n) taught me how to control my anger through skating, and to this day it’s still the only thing that really calms me down. I got my love for it from (y/n), so when Sorbet mocked me for my stand, I couldn’t just sit there and take it. (Y/n) was everything to me Melone, and I had to defend (her/his) honor against him. So that’s the end of the whole story. That’s why I got so upset.”

Ghiaccio leaned back against his desk chair and glanced over with a shrug to his best friend dramatically wiping the tears away from his face and blowing his nose violently into his handkerchief.

“That was such a beautiful story! Ah! Ghia! I didn’t think you were capable of being so emotional!” Melone reached forward and hugged his friend, who immediately shrugged him off.

“Yeah? Whatever…”

“Can we go skating now?! I think there’s a rink near town! You can teach me!”

“Wait what?! No!”

“Oh come on! After such a story I want to learn as well!”

When the two friends finally arrived at the rink, Melone realized that his friend hadn’t finally agreed for them to go because he wanted to teach. He stood by the railing in his rental skates watching his best friend make the same lazy loops and figure eights on the ice that he so lovingly described. He watched as his friend closed his eyes, trusting that his feet knew where to go as if he’d memorized his rink from years of skating there. Melone smiled and rested his chin in his hand, wishing he had met this person that shaped his best friend into the man before him that day.

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All I Want | Tom Holland (pt 2)

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pairing - Tom x reader word count - 2,533 warnings - A/N - for the anon who requested a part 2!

summary - Tom woke up hungover and still heartbroken. Both of you are shit at handling feelings and communicating with each other, but you’ve got to find a way to work this out.

(part 1)

You woke up the next morning before Tom. Your limbs were tangled with his, your head on his chest. Your body moved every time he took a breath. As badly as you wanted to bask in the feeling of sleeping beside him (for the first time in so long), you forced yourself out of bed.

When Tom was hungover, he liked three things: cuddles, aspirin, and tea.

You didn’t know if it was smart to provide him with the former.

You focused instead on making him a cup of tea. You went in the kitchen and started the kettle. When you went in the cupboard, your fingers instinctively grabbed for Tom’s favorite mug. It was one your niece had made for him in her 5th grade art class when the two of you were dating. She had painted something that slightly resembled Spider-Man on one side and wrote Tom’s name on the other. When you broke up, you didn’t have it in you to get rid of it.

The water whistled soon, so you took the kettle off the burner and poured some water into Tom’s mug, adding the tea you knew he liked. You searched through the medicine cabinet in your bathroom and found the aspirin, getting the bottle out for Tom. Just as you were about to go back into your room and set everything on the nightstand beside Tom, he drowsily came into the kitchen. He wiped his eyes, then ran a hand through his hair.

“Morning,” you said, holding out the mug for him. “I made you tea.”

“Mm, thanks,” Tom hummed. He took the mug from your grasp and brought it up to his lips. He didn’t drink it, instead let the steam blow over his face. You poured yourself your own mug quietly, and Tom took the aspirin bottle from the counter. He quickly poured himself a glass of water, downed a couple pills, and made his way into the living room. You took a deep breath before joining him.

How do I do this?

You sat on the other side of the couch, pulling your knees up to your chest. You were both quiet. You knew one of you had to speak, and you knew it probably needed to be you.

“We need to talk about what happened last night,” you said softly.

Tom sighed, “I know.”

Still, you both stayed silent.

Okay. That was a start.

“Harrison said you got kicked out of the bar,” you said. Tom groaned and rubbed his face with his hand.

“Did I?” he said.

“Tom, what the hell were you thinking?” you asked.

“I don’t know!” he said. “I was just-”

“Being dumb,” you finished. “That’s what you were doing. You were being dumb. What if you had gotten in a fight and got arrested? Or what if the press saw you do something stupid, and you ended up on every magazine cover with a bad headline? What if you got hurt? You’re lucky Harrison came to your rescue.”

“How did I end up here?” he asked. “At your apartment?” You breathed heavily and shook your head.

“You don’t remember anything?” you asked. Tom shook his head no, and it was like all hope inside you vanished. You thought maybe he would remember the words he had drunkenly spewed to you and things would change. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up. This was still Tom. Tom who was too irresponsible to manage his time or his alcohol. If he didn’t remember it, he probably didn’t mean it. “Nevermind,” you mumbled. “Forget it. This is stupid. I shouldn’t have let you come here.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he said desperately, sitting up quickly when you started to move like you were going to leave him. “I’m sorry. Please, please talk to me.” You groaned and put your forehead in your hands.

Do I really want to do this?

“Harrison picked you up from the bar,” you explained softly, “and then he called me. Said you kept, you kept asking for me.” You saw the tips of Tom’s ears turn red, but you kept going. “I told him he could bring you here. When you got here, you were plastered. You just, you started to talk. I guess it was just absolute shit. It doesn’t matter.” You stood up from the couch. “Tell Harrison to come pick you up. I’ve got work.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I’m getting in the shower,” you said. “I need you to be gone when I get out.”

You left Tom alone in the living room and headed to your bathroom. You got in the shower and hung your head, letting the water drip down your hair and around your face. You didn’t want to cry. You refused to cry. You were the one who broke up with him.

I shouldn’t have told him I loved him last night, you thought to yourself. He’s clearly still not ready for something real. If he was, he would’ve talked to me about his feelings sober instead of shitfaced at 1:00 in the morning.

Then again, two weeks ago, you told him to stop contacting you. All he was doing was obliging to your request. Maybe the only way he could talk to you about his feelings was under the influence when you couldn’t blame him for what he said. Maybe you brought all of this on yourself.

Still, none of this made up for the fact that he didn’t remember what he said to you. If he really meant it, you were sure he’d at least be able to guess what he had told you in his inebriated state, even if he didn’t actually recall it. This morning, you had given him a chance to tell you how he felt, and he didn’t.

No. This was on him.

When you got out of the shower, you went into your bedroom to slip on some clothes for work. You worked at a cafe bookstore, so your outfits were pretty much whatever you wanted them to be. You slid on a black skater skirt and a sleeveless, jean button-up shirt with a tie at the stomach. After doing your hair and make-up, you left your bedroom, silently praying that Tom was gone.

And he was.

You were determined to brush this whole thing off. If you moved on and pretended nothing happened, it would hurt a lot less.

So, you went to work with a smile on your face. You greeted the regular customers and made their usual drinks, doing your best to make casual conversation seem effortless. Only one of your customers saw through you. Bob, an older gentleman in his lower 80s, came in every morning. He simply ordered a black coffee and sat in a corner chair by the window. After chatting with you for a few minutes, he would go to whatever book he was reading and stay for about an hour before he was on his way home.

“How’re you doing today, Bob?” you asked with a smile, pouring him his mug of coffee.

“I’m doing good,” he said with a smile, holding up his hand when he was content with the amount of coffee in his mug. “What about you? Your smile’s lying to me.”

You sighed, but gave him another smile. “Just boy drama. It’s nothing.”

“Any boy who lets you go is missing out,” he said.

“Thanks, Bob,” you said. “It’s just a little more complicated than that.”

Bob sensed you didn’t want to talk anymore, so he gave you a kind smile, thanked you for the coffee, and made his way to his usual chair. The morning rush had come and gone, so you finally had a moment to catch your breath. You leaned up against the counter and sighed, hanging your head. You finally let yourself think again about the night before and that morning. What good would all this thinking do? It didn’t change what happened, and it wouldn’t.

Your phone started vibrating in your pocket, and you picked it up to see who was calling. It was Harrison. You looked around to make sure there were no customers needing attention before you answered the call. “I’m at work,” you said immediately. “Make it quick.”

“What happened?” he asked.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” you said sarcastically.

“Tom’s all -I don’t know- not himself,” Harrison said.

“I can’t keep coming to his rescue when he’s feeling lonely,” you snapped. “He can’t tell me he loves me when he’s drunk and forget all about it when he’s sober. This break-up hasn’t been easy for me, but he’s not making it any easier.”

“You both are thick as shit,” Harrison groaned. “You both like each other, you both want to make this work, so why won’t either of you try and fix it?”

“If he can only tell me he loves me when he’s drunk,” you said, “then he must not mean it at all.”

“You’re making this way more complicated than it has to be,” he said.

“I’m not,” you argued. “I’ve just been down this road before with him, and I’m not doing it again. He needs to figure this out himself.”

You hung up in frustration, not giving Harrison a chance to utter another word. It wasn’t like you were playing hard to get or anything. You really didn’t think you were asking for too much. All you wanted was someone who loved you when he was sober as much as he did when he was drunk.

A few minutes passed, so you walked over to Bob and refilled his coffee cup. “Your boyfriend’s the fella who’d visit you here every once in a while, yeah?” he asked.

“Ex-boyfriend,” you said. “Yeah. Why?”

Bob pressed his lips into a tight line and nodded his head out the window. Just as you followed his eyeline, Tom walked into the cafe. He was holding a bright bouquet of yellow begonias -your favorite flower.

Stay strong.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, walking back behind the counter.

“I want to say I’m sorry,” Tom said.

“For what?” you asked, raising your eyebrow. Tom opened his mouth and closed it again. You were quite aware of the customers staring at you both.

“I, uh,” he stuttered, “for, you know. For whatever it is you’re mad at me for.”

“Oh my god,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re pathetic.”

“Jesus, (Y/N), can’t you see I’m trying here?” he asked.

“If you don’t know why I’m mad, you can’t apologize,” you said.

“If you could just tell me what happened last night,” he said, “I can try and make it better.”

You’re making this way more complicated than it has to be.

You let out a heavy sigh and bit your lower lip. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream, cry, or slap Tom in the face. You forced yourself to ignore the audience you had, and you were grateful no new customers had arrived.

“You know what?” Tom scoffed, throwing his hands in the air and dropping your flowers on the counter. “Fuck it. I love you. Alright? I still love you. That’s why I’m here. Because I couldn’t say it this morning because you were mad at me about whatever I did last night, and any time I tried to say anything, you shut me down. You’re so, you’re so fucking difficult, but goddammit, I’m here! I’m here because I love you. And I know I fucked up when we were dating, but I can try harder. I can balance my time. I’m done filming, and, and I won’t go out clubbing as much. I’ll hold you as much as you want, whenever you want. I’ll take you on holidays and weekends away and dates anywhere and anytime you want. I’ll be better, I swear. I want to love you with my whole heart-” His voice had gradually become more gentle as he spoke. “-if you’ll let me.”

Tom walked around the counter to get closer to you. He held your face in his hands and brushed his thumbs across your cheekbones. “Please,” he whispered. “Please let me love you.”

You felt tears streaming down your face and a wave of emotions flood through you.

Anger won out.

“You dickhead!” you shouted, giving Tom’s chest a little shove. Customers who weren’t listening before were surely listening now.

“What?” Tom said, a stunned and confused look on his face. “What did I do?”

“You told me you didn’t remember anything from last night!” you said. “You just repeated everything you said to me!”

“I did?” Tom said, his eyebrows raising. He cocked his head to the side, almost like he was impressed with himself.

“Course you did!” you said. “Don’t play dumb. You’re not that good of an actor.”

“I swear,” Tom almost laughed, grabbing your face again, forcing you to look at him. “(Y/N), I swear I don’t remember saying that to you, but I mean it. I’m sorry I told you the first time when I was drunk, but I mean it just as much now that I’m sober. I’ve been a mess without you, and I don’t want to be this way anymore.”

Tom leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes, feeling his soft breath against your lips. You both hesitated, neither of you daring to close the mere centimeter gap between you.

“Oh just kiss her already!”

You grinned softly at Bob’s outburst, and Tom let out a soft chuckle before doing just that. He pressed his lips to yours, and you laced your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. You never wanted the kiss to end, but the applause in the cafe snapped you back to reality. You smiled against your kiss with Tom and pulled away. You licked your lips and slightly patted his chest, pushing him away from you. “I have to get back to work,” you told him.

“Okay,” he whispered, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “When do you get off?”

“About an hour,” you told him, glancing at the clock on the wall. He nodded and took a step away from you.

“Text me when you’re out?” he offered. “We can go out for late lunch?”

“Sounds perfect,” you said with a nod. He smiled and placed a kiss to your cheek. “Take my flowers?” you asked. “Put them in some water for me?”

“At my place?” he asked, his voice soft. You shrugged and reached into your purse. You pulled out your house keys and handed them to him.

“Or at mine,” you whispered. Tom’s smile widened, and he nodded, taking the keys from your hand.

“I’ll be waiting for you then,” he said. You waved as he left the cafe, and you couldn’t fight the smile on your face.

As soon as he left, everyone in the cafe went back to their conversations, books, or cups of coffee. “So-” You looked up at Bob who spoke just as he was about to exit the cafe. He smiled. “-That’s your ex boyfriend?”

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