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jungwoniics · 3 years

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heartbreak anniversary. — n. riki

↦ pairing: nishimura riki / niki x reader

↦ synopsis: You and Nishimura Riki make the busiest couple in school. While you always had time for him, he barely had time for you due to his dance trainings. You start questioning your relationship and although he constantly tried to assure you that the two of you would figure it out, you ended up deciding to break off the relationship. However, year after year, you find it harder to live life without him.

↦ genre: fluff, angst

↦ rating: pg13, sfw

↦ w/c: 1479

↦ warnings: breakups

↦ a/n: hey everyone! i hope you’re having a great day so far! it’s the school holidays now so i might or might not be more active depending on what i’m doing that day HAHA anyways i hope y’all liked this!

↦ event: ❦ 7 hearts ❦

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It was no joke when people said you and Nishimura Riki were the busiest couple in school. Naturally, being in the Prefectorial Board meant you constantly had duties such as planning school events and maintaining order in the classrooms. Riki, on the other hand, was part of the dance club. Being a part of the dance club was a big commitment as they took things really seriously, constantly having training for long hours to ensure that their skills were up to standard for competitions.

With all your commitments, you didn’t spend much time together. But that just made the two of you cherish every moment even more. Besides, you could always make up for the time you didn’t have during the school holidays.

Or so you thought.

When the school holidays do come, you and Riki start making plans to hang out together. You were getting ready for your date with Riki to the movies when you suddenly received a call. Grabbing your phone, you pick up the call. “Hi Riki! Are you excited for our date? We’ve been planning for so long,” you say enthusiastically.

When there is an awkward silence, you get goosebumps. “Riki, is everything all right?”

You hear a soft sigh from the other side of the phone. “I'm really, really sorry, Y/N. Jake just told me that we’re having dance practice again.”

Your heart drops. This keeps happening. Will they ever be able to spend time together? Why doesn’t Riki say anything about the constant training? Does he not care about your relationship?

“Y/N?” Riki’s voice brings you back to reality.

“Oh, yeah, It- it’s fine. We can just go another time,” you tell him. Before he could respond, you hang up.

Looking at the movie tickets lying on your desk, you decide to call your best friends, Jaehwa and Hyejin. Even if you’re not going with Riki, there’s no way you’d waste your money on the tickets and not go anyway.

“So what happened to your date with Riki?” Jaehwa asks you as you were looking for your seats.

“He had dance practice. As usual.”

Hyejin scoffs, “You know, the least he could do is try to get them to cut down on the number of trainings just a little. At this point, they have nothing but dance in their lives.”

Taking a seat, you nod. “I've talked to him about it a couple times. But he just keeps saying that we’ll figure it out. I'm starting to wonder if he actually cares about us.”

“I'm sure he does. He just doesn’t know how to handle all these commitments,” Jaehwa tries to lift your spirits.

But you had already made up your mind. You had to do something. You couldn’t continue living like this.

You were lying on the couch when the doorbell rings. Groaning, you get up to answer the door. You’re surprised to see Riki standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lit up when he sees you.

“Y/N, I’m really, really sorry about today. I promise you I'll fix this.”

“When?” you say, trying to ignore the look in his eyes.

“It's been six months, Riki. And we haven’t been able to have much quality time together. I thought we’d be able to make up for our busy schedules during the school holidays but you’re always at dance practice.”

“Y/N, I can’t control when they have dance practice,” Riki tells you.

You shrug nonchalantly, “But you could’ve tried telling them that life isn’t just about dance. But you could never do that because dance means more to you than anything else in your life. Me included.”

“Y/N, you know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it though?”

“I'm sorry, Riki. But this isn’t working,” you say again after a moment of silence.

“A- are we breaking up?”

Hesitating, you nod. “Yes, we are.”

[ 1 year later ]

A year has passed since you broke up with Riki. You decided to invite your friends over to get your mind off him for the day.

Aftering waiting for roughly 15 minutes, the doorbell rings. “Hey!!” Hyejin and Jaehwa greet you as soon as you open the door. Their hands were full with snacks. “I am so ready for this sleepover,” Jaehwa says as she places her bag onto the floor.

“I can't believe you guys brought this many snacks. I guess we’re stocked up for the night,” you chuckle softly as you eyed all the snacks on the dining table.

The three of you spent the whole day on the couch, watching movies and playing games. But everyone knows a girls’ sleepover is never complete without: boy talk. And that was exactly what you were trying to avoid.

But you failed.

“So how are you holding up?” Hyejin suddenly asks.

“What do you mean?” you ask despite knowing exactly what she meant.

Hyejin sighs, “you know exactly what I mean.”

“We know you can’t get him off your mind,” Jaehwa adds.

“You’re wrong. I'm completely fine,” you lie.

[ 2 years later ]

- Riki POV -

“Riki, what’s going on with you? You’ve messed up in this one practice,” my dance instructor tells me.

I was exhausted, sweat trickling down my neck. I just couldn’t get my head in the game. Today marked the third year since Y/N and I broke up. And frankly speaking, it was the worst day of my life.

“Let's take a five minute water break,” my instructor says again.

I walk over to the side of the room to get my water bottle, completely aware of my friends who were following me. “What is it?”

“Why won’t you go to her house to talk to her? You obviously want her back,” Jake tells me.

“He's right. she probably wants you back too,” Heeseung says.

“And what if she doesn’t?”

“You won’t know till you ask,” Heeseung shrugs.

I shake my head, “Not now.”

[ 2 years later ]

It's been five years since you and Riki broke up. You decided to head to a cafe near school. It was actually the place Riki had asked you to be his girlfriend. When you walk in, you bowed your head to the owner who was standing behind the counter. You used to come here regularly before you became a prefect.

As you were sipping your coffee, you look up as you heard the door open. Seeing the person who entered the cafe made your heart skip a beat. What was he doing here?

He immediately caught your eye. He slowly makes his way to your table before taking a seat across from you. He gives you a small smile, “Hi.”

“Hey”

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

You shrug, “I was bored. I guess this was the first place that came to my mind.”

Riki lets out a small laugh, “Yeah, me too.”

“No dance practice today?”

He shakes his head, “I haven't been really focused during practice so the instructor gave us a day off.”

You nod slowly. Had he been thinking about you like how you had been thinking about him?

The two of you sit in silence for a couple minutes after Riki had bought his drink. Suddenly he looks up at you, “Y/N.”

“Hm?” you hum as you take another sip of your coffee.

“I'm really sorry for not being there for you five years ago. I know I was a really terrible boyfriend and I really wish I could turn back time and make things right.”

Hearing riki apologise made the tears that you have been holding in for five years finally pour out. Dumbfounded, Riki looks at you worriedly. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I'm so sorry, Riki. I know I wasn't understanding your situation with the dance crew at that time. And I definitely shouldn’t have ended things just because it wasn’t going the way I wanted it to,” you cry out, hiccuping from crying so much.

Riki takes your hand in his. “Y/N, it’s not your fault. Please don’t cry.”

“C- can we t- try again?” you sob.

Riki nods with a reassuring smile on his face that gives you comfort.

After leaving the cafe, Riki offered to walk you home. The two of you talked about the things you’ve missed out on during the five years. It felt nice to be with him again.

Walking up the steps, you stop in front of the door. Riki gives you another smile. He's so cute. You pull him in a warm embrace.

“I really missed you,” you whisper.

“I missed you too,” you could hear his smile.

I'm glad to have you back in my life.

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broadstflyers · 3 years

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A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fic! It's really just an idea I've had for months, and then wrote, and then couldn't figure out which hockey boy it fit, until some mutuals were kind enough to help. I settled on our boy Barzy! It's inspired by Taylor Swift's "Gold Rush", and I really wanted to do my best in reflecting the beautiful imagery this story creates for me. I hope I did it justice. It's a little terrifying putting my writing out there, but I hope people enjoy it!

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Two curse words, it's really just internal conflict within the reader

Summary: You're celebrating your dad's 50th birthday with some friends and family at a dinner party. You happen to land your eyes on a beautiful stranger, who you can't seem to get out of your head. You spend the rest of the night wondering, should you go up to him?

Or do you let him walk out the door?

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They say when you first lay eyes on your soulmate, time stands completely still. As you gaze into their eyes, it feels as though you’ve known them for multiple lifetimes. It feels like home. Is that even remotely true?

You start to take a sip of your drink and turn your head slightly to take in your surroundings. Your eyes dance around the room, until they stumble upon another pair of wondering eyes. Your eyes lock, and you’re instantly sucked into the mysterious yet intriguing twinkling grey-blue color that compliments his navy blue suit. Suddenly, your breath hitches in your throat, every part of your body stiffens, except for your lips that part slightly and eyes that widen. The drink is long forgotten, you’re even struggling to keep it from practically falling out of your hands and onto the wooden floor. The party is now just a blur, the noise? What noise? The world is muffled, as if someone stuck your head into a hundred pillows. Images stream through your mind like an endless movie reel wrapped in shimmery gold. Endless laughter on a first date over coffee. Him rubbing the back of your hand as you take a stroll through the park. Holiday mornings, exchanging gifts. Would he participate in the tradition of opening small gifts first, or would he want the biggest gift right off the bat? Ice skating and him catching you as you stumble on a pesky track in the ice. Him tossing you into the pool while you’re trying to put up a fight in a losing battle. A sweet and quiet proposal where he promises his forever love. A kiss at the altar in front of all your friends and family. Chasing after rambunctious little kids trying to get them to nap. All these gold dripping images of a pure love plow through your brain. Your heart is the unmovable object. They are the unstoppable force.

You and him only shared a look for what was probably half a second, but the thick air that seemed to only be affecting you made time feel like it stood completely still.

You burst back into reality with the help of a slight head shake. “Woah,” you quietly whisper. You blink a few times and finally get around to taking a sip of your drink to quench your parched throat. Did you just see a whole future...with a stranger?

“Hey, are you okay?” Stella asks. Her hand gently touches your arm as she cocks her head to the side. Her brows are furrowed in what can only be described as pure confusion. Did you really space out that badly as she was talking? What were you guys even talking about?

“Oh,” you say as you gently shake your head, “yeah.” You chuckle, “yeah, I’m just fine.” You wait a beat then say, “Hey, I’m going to use the bathroom really quickly, okay?”

“Sure thing,” she nods. “Do you need me to come with?”

“I’m totally fine, I promise,” you reassure with every bone in your body while giving her your drink. You really just needed to be alone to calm your racing mind that has now turned a complete stranger into a romantic interest with the power of a golden montage.

You make your way over to the exit of the dining hall and push the creaky open with your shoulder, and the amount of force you had to use honestly hurt. Your heels click down the tiled hallway of the golf club to find the bathroom door. The rectangular bathroom mirror framed in an intricate gold design holds your reflection. You slightly tilt your head as you take a look at your face. It’s like someone took the color of a clown nose and colored in your face with it. Jeez. You shake your head and sigh. This isn’t good, and deep down, you know that. You hate when you’re like this, all flustered over someone who just happened to lock eyes with you. His eyes. They were gleaming and just all around beautiful. What were you thinking again?

Oh, right.

Well, it’s pretty obvious he has this power over you, and you don’t like that. Now is your face going to become red everytime you see him? You check your phone. There’s still two hours left, plenty of time to possibly see him again. You can’t tell if that’s necessarily a good or bad thing.

You pace around the bathroom trying to reason with your begging heart. He was pretty good looking, which means that so many people naturally want him. Who was he even talking to, anyways? You gasp and stop in your tracks, blood running cold. “He was talking to a girl,” you mumble. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t sound completely and utterly crushed. In the heat of the moment, you completely failed to realize the blonde standing next to him. You lean over the counter, the cold marble feeling on your arms making your arms break out in goosebumps. You take one last stern look in the mirror at your face. “See, this is why we can’t allow ourselves to fall that hard,” you whisper angrily, “everyone wants him, and I just...I don’t like a gold rush like that.” You shake your head again and take one last deep breath to shake out any other thoughts. You can see yourself standing barefooted at the bottom of a hole looking astounded at how tall the walls have grown, and how distant the light looks. It feels like you soared lightheartedly into the sky, just to fall and crush every bone in your body.

You roll your eyes to yourself while slightly cursing yourself out. Pushing the bathroom door open, you step out into the hallway and make a beeline back for the dining hall. Your purse starts spastically vibrating, so you hastily fish your phone out to put an end to the obnoxious noise. Scanning the text, you read that your mom is asking where you went, as the cake for your dad’s birthday is going to be cut soon. You sigh as you text, “I’m hurrying back now.”

That’s all you see before you feel a slight brush tickle your bare shoulder. Your eyes don’t dare move from your phone screen. You reason that it’s not someone you know, as they would have said something to you. Your hands shake as you put your phone back in your purse.

“Oh, sorry,” the voice trails off as he continues to walk down the hallway after he brushed up against you.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, without turning around, which is admittedly ridiculous.

As soon as you can judge his footsteps are far away enough, you make a quick glance behind to see if it really was him. And judging by the navy blue suit, it was.

Suddenly, the golden montage flows through your mind once more, showing an image of yourself wearing an old shirt of his, maybe one from when he was in high school for whatever sport he played, if he played one. Your feet feel the coolness of the wooden floor of the supposed home. The home both of you share? It’s so tangible, so real that you almost reach out to touch it. It’s right there...

Your head jerks yourself out of the vision once more, or rather the fact that you’re now faced with a white wall in front of you. You sigh a long frustrated sigh. I can’t believe I really walked by the entrance, how embarrassing, you think as you turn on your heels to backtrack. Why does this stranger have you so wrapped around his finger? No one else has been able to even come close to doing that. You feel your face with your hand, and it’s burning. I’ll go in there looking like a tomato, it’s fine.

You do your best to quite literally shake off those thoughts as you push open the dining room hall door. “There you are!” your mom says. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, we’re going to sing happy birthday to Dad.”

“Can’t wait,” you beam. After all, your dad only turns 50 once, and this night is about him, afterall. You follow your mom to a table with a white tablecloth resting on it.

Stella pops out from behind your dad to approach you and whispers, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You resist the urge to gently shove her in front of everyone. “Yes,” you pleadingly insist, “now stop asking me in front of Mom and Dad, they’ll think something is wrong.”

She side eyes you with an attitude. “Fine.”

“They’re my girls,” your dad says with a smile.

You and Stella laugh while leaning into him for a quick hug. “Hey dad,” you both say in unison.

The room completely dies down, people could hear a pin drop. “Ready?” your mom asks the guests. The room takes a collective deep breath.

And so the melody of Happy Birthday rings joyously through the hall, you can see the mystery stranger out of the corner of your eye. Heat radiates off your skin, it’s almost like you can feel his eyes boring into you. It takes all the willpower you can muster, but you resist the temptation to look over at him all throughout the song.

When the song is over, the room breaks out into obnoxiously loud clapping. You, Stella, and your parents share loving looks and warm smiles.

Eventually, everyone proceeds to return to normal chatter at the one rectangular table of two that they’re sitting at, and so do you, Stella and your parents.

You pull out your seat next to your sister near the middle of the middle of the table and sit, fixing your dress.

“Ahem,” Stella says in an ill attempt to cover her suspiciousness with a clearing throat noise. Queue whatever accusatory question she’s got.

“Let me just set something straight,” she starts.

“Go for it,” you say as you reach for some water.

“It’s definitely that guy a few seats down, isn’t it?” She smirks. She’s got you trapped in her little web, and she knows it.

You may or may not have fought back choking on your water or pulling a ridiculous spit take on the nice white table cloth.

You lean in and harshly whisper, “Well you didn’t have to say it that loudly.” You glance over at the mystery stranger and see his hand wrapped around his glass as he goes to drink it. He has a thick silver ring on his pointer finger?

“Hello?” Stella shifts her head to selfishly cut off your view of him.

“Okay,” you sigh in defeat, “yes it’s him. Happy?”

“Very,” she says, very satisfied because she finally pried it out of you and got you to admit it. Someone else has you wrapped around their finger. She didn’t even have to know all the details of the montages to know. She could tell by the way your eyes glossed over and how your lips would slightly part like you were in a hazy daydream.

And you were.

“Who is he anyway? And why don’t we know him?” You ask.

“I don’t know, honestly. A little strange, isn’t it? Why don’t you ask mom who he is?” She suggests, but her cheshire smile suggests that she will somehow find out, with or without your mom’s help.

“But mom’s going to absolutely harass me until I say something to him. Just you on my tail is enough,” you say with an eyebrow raised as to say ‘don’t test me.’ And Stella knows you’re right.

“Alright, fine,” she concedes, “But why don’t you, I don’t know, talk to him?”

“I did,” you nonchalantly float.

Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an “O” from disbelief. Did you really not talk to people that much?

“Really?” she practically squeals.

“Yeah, he brushed by me and said, ‘Sorry’ so I said, ‘It’s okay.’” Okay, now you get why your friends and family get mad at you for refusing to talk to people. But cracking this joke was one you could not pass up.

Her face scrunches up and she exhibits the biggest eye roll you have ever seen. She opens her mouth to start saying something, probably to scold at you, but you open your mouth to cut her off first.

“Alright no, I haven’t. And do you know why?” As you’re about to get your thought out, you’re interrupted by a fit of laughter down the stretch of the table. Your eyes scan but freeze on the stranger, whose nose is adorably scrunched up as he laughs with multiple, yes multiple, people about goodness knows what. And there’s that other blonde that you still don’t know, laughing with him. You tear your stare away and focus back on your sister.

“Look, that right there. That’s why,” you say, anger burning through your chest.

Stella raises an eyebrow in her own judgemental manner. “He talks to people? You know people do that right?”

Now it’s your turn to return the favor of a judgemental eye roll. “No, Stella, I mean just look at him and the people he’s surrounded by. It’s so obvious that everyone wants him. Just look at that girl with him. I’m not the only one who wants to love him.”

Silence ensues between you two. She picks up her phone and shoots a quick text. After a moment she says, ��Well, I think if you just talked to him, you’d be pleasantly surprised with what could happen. I have to help mom with distributing gift bags. You stay here,” she instructs.

You can only assume you’re not being called to help because Stella graciously told your mom that you’re potentially working up the courage to talk to someone that’s not one of your three friends or your family. How generous of her.

A few friends of your dad stop by your seat to say goodbye before they head out. The noise slightly dies down enough to scarcely hear some other conversations. You hear nothing out of the ordinary, just a girl talking about getting into her dream school to some guy. Your ears slightly move as you pick up on a voice that sounds like the one in the hallway earlier.

“Yeah dude, but did you see the fake out on the goalie on the second goal? That had to have been the best part.”

Out of instinct you open your mouth to interject, but quickly shut it and put it under lock and key. You blink in disbelief. Hockey? Did this man just speak on hockey?

You circle the rim of the coffee cup and stare at the brown liquid. In a different universe…

In a different universe you would have actually kept your mouth open, and maybe even squeezed some words out, too.

“Actually, that seamless stretch pass down the neutral zone from the defenseman after a pretty difficult forecheck set up the play pretty well. I’d give him a lot of credit, too.”

He’d probably look a little shocked, as do most guys when you interject your two-sense about hockey. But maybe he’d break out into a small smile and offer a rebuttal. Yeah, that sounds nice. Maybe one day…

Maybe one day you’ll be sitting next to him on the couch, watching a game while cuddling and brushing the hair out of his face. Oh who are you kidding, you’ll be up and screaming at the TV. It’s your staple.

A noise of someone dropping something behind you slightly startles you and pulls you out of your once again golden daydream. You finally stop mindlessly circling the rim of your coffee cup to take a sip, but only to find it’s now ice cold.

This is why you hate looking through a pair of rose colored glasses. It distracts you from enjoying things. You glance over at your dad who’s still talking to one of his good friends that lingered after festivities. You’re supposed to be celebrating him right now, but instead you’re literally stuck in this cursedly pure golden daydream that is almost too good to break.

You can see him. He’s still there, at the end of the table, chatting away with some dude. The blonde left at some point, though.

“Well, I gotta head out, man, good to see you. My sister needs help with packing her stuff for college tomorrow, so we’ve got a busy day coming up.”

Could that girl have been his sister?

“Congratulations to her on getting into her dream school by the way,” the guy says. “I talked to her when she was here earlier, and she seemed super excited.”

A wave of cool relief washes over your body, remembering the conversation about college you picked up on earlier. It was his sister.

“Yeah she is, she worked really hard, and it also involved a whole lot of crying,” he chuckles.

Ain’t that right, you think to yourself.

The table shakes as he pushes out of his chair. Your eyes remain glued to your coffee cup no matter how much you want them to move. You just can’t gather the courage to say something, and you’re cursing yourself for it. You don’t want to sit here and dream about him anymore. You want to actually let these things happen, for once. You want to just unleash all these swirling and sickeningly sweet emotions from your body and drown him in it. You want so badly to leap up and say something, anything. Step on those voices taunting you and mocking you saying that it could never happen, it could never be so it will never be. He’s so inviting that you can’t resist any longer. You go to reach out to him, but the door shuts before you know it.

And just as fleeting as he came,

He’s gone.

Fuck. It feels as though a brick is sitting on your chest, suffocating you. You really let your worries control you, and this time it feels as though you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. You just can’t believe you let it happen when your mind was begging you to talk to him. You always do-

“Shit,” you mumble. In your frustration, you knocked over the remnants of the coffee onto the not-so-white-anymore table cloth. Tears prickle up in your eyes, your throat closes, and your nose begins to sting. You quickly swallow these emotions down your throat and begin to use a napkin to soak up the excess coffee. Drinks have really not been your friend tonight.

For the first time, you notice as you clean that it’s just you left in the room, besides a few people cleaning up on the other end. You’re not sure where your family has gone, but you haven’t received any texts prompting you to leave yet. It’s so silent that you can hear some muffled chatter down the hall.

Suddenly, you hear the same creak of the door open with an “oof” that doesn’t quite sound like your dad. Your blood runs cold and you freeze mid press into the tablecloth. You glance up without turning around to see a lone jacket hanging on a chair suspiciously close to the chair he previously sat in. Your eyes widen and dart around the room, but you dare not move, waiting to see what he does. Even after cursing yourself out for ten minutes while cleaning up spilled coffee, you still haven’t learned to make the first move. His presence feels like a forcefield, you can feel it heavily pressing into your back.

But he isn’t moving to grab the jacket, no.

A pointer finger with a silver ring taps your shoulder.

“Hey,” the clarity of his voice rings in your ears like a bell. Your heart is racing so fast that it feels like it’s going to burst out of your rib cage and run its own 10k. You slowly crank your head around to meet his eyes for the first time-- face to face.

And you must say, his face is really pretty when you actually talk to him face to face. Maybe you should do this more often. You take in his golden features, and struggle to hide a small smirk creeping up on your face. His messy hair falls perfectly into place on his head, and his kind face makes you feel as though a mess of metallic gold swirls are playfully swirling and dashing around you both. You’ve found him in this lifetime.

“I’m Mat, can I help you clean up before I grab my jacket?”

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Sam Winchester: Disney

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Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Sams

Warnings: fluffy!Sam, The reader having an addiction to Disney movies, movie night, Sam quoting Disney movies, ( I think it's like one word) swearing, quick interaction with Dean.

Summary: Movie night rolls around and this time it's just Sam and Y/n. Letting Y/n choose pretty much just turns into them watching Disney movies. And maybe Sam knows a few quotes from each movie.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers Bingo Challenge. I'm so excited o be a part of this writing challenge.

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If you keep sliding on the floor with those damn socks on, you're going to land on your ass, Y/n" I finally said after watching her pass by the library at least ten times within five minutes.

Y/n huffed and crossed her arms dramatically, but stopped. Standing there for a few moments, before once she thought that I wasn't paying attention she continued.

"Shit" I heard Y/n in a rather loud voice. So, I got up from my library seat, closing the lore book I was reading through. "Did you fall?" I asked as I rounded the corner.

Seeing Y/n sitting on her ass. She looked up at me, doing the thing I taught her. "No, No puppy eyes. I told you. I told you that you were going to fall on your ass." I said putting my hand out.

In moments like this, I noticed how much bigger my hand was compared to Y/n. She gripped my hand and I lifted her up from the floor. "Hey, you two, y'all okay?" Dean asked passing by the two of us in the hallway.

I knew he was going out; it was Saturday night and we were home at the bunker. "Yeah, we're fine. I was just sliding on the floor with my socks." Y/n said patting down her sweatshirt that used to be mine.

"That must have been the 'oh shit' I heard. We should totally do that, I'm heading out." Dean said. "Don't have too much fun," I said interlocking Y/n and I's fingers together.

Dean skipped up the bunker stairs and was gone within minutes.

"Babe, can we do something fun?" Y/n asked dragging me into the kitchen. I let her drag me into the kitchen before answering her question.

"I guess so since you've dragged me into the kitchen," I said, not letting go of Y/ns soft and small hands clasped around mine. "Well since we are in the kitchen, can we get some snacks together?" She asked.

Y/n had the tendency to always ask before doing anything around the bunker. It sometimes made me feel as if she was my student in school, and I was her jailer of a teacher.

"Y/n, honey you don't have to ask me every time you want to do something. This is your home, your home to do as you please, get snacks as you please. You aren't a student here and I am most defiantly not your teacher." I said, wrapping Y/n in a hug from behind.

"I know, but still I don't like the idea of just doing without asking," Y/n said leaning her head back up against my shoulder. We stood like this for a while, in the presence of each other was nice, it was always nice to just be together.

Nothing trying to get in the way, no Dean trying to tease me, no monster ruining dates, anniversary, or having to hunt monster worried about each other safety.

This was the most normal we could get. The most normal we would ever have. "So what are the snacks for?" I asked Y/n as she started to release herself from the embrace we had.

"I thought that maybe we could have a movie night since Dean is out," Y/n said rummaging through the cabinets and through the fridge. Her shorter stature giving her a problem as she tried to reach things on the higher shelves.

"Do you want some help? Also, what are you looking for?" I asked coming closer to hear what she had to say. "MMMH," She said, her face pensive and thoughtful about what she was going to say.

"I was trying to grab some popcorn for me, and some more healthy choices for you, but as you can see, I've failed miserably." Y/n said shrugging her shoulders.

Taking a moment to get an idea of the hand situation at hand. “You haven’t failed, and if I’m honest with you dear, I'm in the mood to snack on junk food and be lazy.” I spoke. Grabbing junk like food off of the shelves and from the fridge.

I’m rather glad that just a few days ago we needed to go shopping because Dean tends to pick up the junky food and tends to forget he has such an abundance at the bunker. Throwing a pint of ice cream on to the kitchen island, gently placing a twelve-ounce bottle of soda-pop, Y/n had already put out the over flow of candy that we had, so all that was left was really just making the popcorn.

“Movie night is going to be hella fun!” Y/n said dancing around the kitchen, as I looked for a clean useable big bowl for the popcorn. I think she noticed my struggle because she stopped dancing and come over to me. Taking the popcorn out of my hands.

“Just nuke the popcorn’ she said placing the popcorn bag into the microwave and pressing popcorn, ‘see now you can go look for your bowl” She said finishing her sentence and backing away to let me continue trying to look for a bowl.

Once that entire process was done, we migrated towards the Dean cave which had just turned into a living room slash movie room at this point. Not that either one of us would ever tell Dean that what it’s used for now.

We ended up having to make multiple trips back to the kitchen since we honestly did have a shit ton of food. But once we finally had all our food and snacks placed out in front of us, we sat down, well it was more like we sank down into the couch.

Dean was a rather lazy person and didn’t like to spend money which never made much sense to me seeing as we used fake credit cards, or the very bold answer which was credit fraud. We could have totally gone out and bought a brand-new couch, but instead Dean just saw this one and decided on the side of the road that he had to have it.

So, like I said we almost every time sink into the couch.

“Since it was your idea for a movie night, I’m giving you the honors of picking the first movie we watch!” I said handing her the remote that I had just fished form between the seat moments ago.

“Aww, you’re so sweet baby.” Y/n said kissing my cheek before she went on and searched through Netflix. After only a short time, I heard a frustrated groan come from Y/n. After being with Y/n for as long as I have, I’ve noticed different groans, and huffs have completely different meanings.

The groan thought meant that she was about to give up, frustration taking over her mind and her body. “Honey, is everything okay?” I asked deciding best to intervene before the remote ended up stuck in the TV screen. My girl has one hell of a throw.

“No nothing is fine!” She said huffing rather louder. “Give me the remote and tell me what you want to find.” I suggested. Plopping the remote into my lap Y/n crossed her arms and leaned in to the back of the couch.

“Baby you gotta tell me what I’m looking for, or should I already know?” I asked. I feel like I was poking a bear, or maybe a balloon just waiting her to explode. But she never did, I could hear her taking a deep breath in and then exhaling. “You know me enough to know that you let me choose, so Disney movies and I’m sorry for getting so upset so quickly.” Y/n said fidgeting with her finger nails.

“It’s okay love. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Now let’s see about watching some Disney movies.” I spoke.

I ended up having to go to Disney plus which held all of Disney's movies. “I’m figuring you want to watch their princess collection first, right?” I said, I received a hum in response.

Watching the movies in order for Y/n was the most important thing, so we started off with Snow white and the seven dwarfs. Watching through Y/n sang almost every song, and would sometimes nudge me to join in. I’d deny and she give me her doe eyes and I'd join regardless. Once the movie was over, I clicked around trying to find the next movie.

“Lips red as the rose, Hair black as ebony, skin white as snow.” I repeated as I looked around for the movie CInderella. I was interrupted before being able to click on the movie title. “Hey, that’s the phrase that the mirror says the queen. How do you remember that?” Y/n asked.

I honestly think she was totally surprised. “Because in a way it reminds me of you.” I said winking and clicked on the title of the movie. Cinderella played through, I had to pause a few times letting Y/n tell me when she was a young girl how much she wanted to be a princess but not just any princess she wanted to be Cinderella, and how her parents had bought her Cinderella dresses and she wear the plastic glass slippers and clink around her house.

Somethings you just always forget. Somethings like that are worth forgetting though, just so she can retell the same story and have the same cute and exciting look on her face. That was why I was okay with sitting down and watching Disney movies with her, because they made her so extremely happy and that’s all I needed to be happy.

We watched through that movies. “On the stoke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before.” I spoke. “Who said it though?” Y/n said questioning me. “Cinderellas fairy godmother!” I spoke.

I hadn’t realized how much this was now turning in to a game between Y/n and I. The next movie in our now marathon was sleepy beauty, so far, I had quoted every movie at the end.

So, this time Y/n was ready for it, “Now father, you’re living in the past, this is the 14th century.” I said a little laughed came out. “Oh, come on, there are so many better ones to choose from!” Y/n said dramatic.

“Yeah, like which ones? "I said, knowing Y/n knew a lot more about Disney movies then I did. “I’m awfully sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, Make it pink, Oh dear, what an awkward situation. And that to name a few.” Y/n said totally sassy me, but whatever. This was her guilty pleasure. There was no reason to tease her about it.

We watched through ariel, I only stopped the movie once since Y/n said she need a peep break and I most defiantly needed a good stretch. When she came back, I said “Don’t underestimate the importance of body language!” I said as I shimmied my hands down my sides and winked at her as Y/n sat down on to the couch.

“Haha, very funny. Come on now. Sit with me.” She said giving me grabby hands. I sat down and we continued our watch through, unfortunately we only made it another two movies seeing as Y/n had fallen asleep with her head in my lap and a blanket covering the rest of her body.

Beauty and the Beast was the second to last movie we watched before Y/n fell asleep, she had cuddled closer and reminded me that she sometimes thought of this movie when she saw us together. “Take it with you so you’ll always have a way to look back... and remember me”

She cuddled in closer as I quoted that and looked for the next movie. Yawning I asked Y/n “Do you want to stop? We can always pick up tomorrow.” I said She shook her head and said “Please continue.”

Looking for the next movie, I found that was a musical now about the movie, Aladdin was the next movie, this was an upbeat movie. I remember vaguely seeing this as a young boy, something that Dean had taken me to do, while he sat in the back making out with whatever girl he was with at that point.

“Y/n, I do love you, but I gotta stop pretending to be something I’m not.” I said kissing Y/n temple and shutting off the tv, and the lights before grabbing the underneath of Y/n knees and carrying her to bed.

Compelted on: 04/15/2021

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snowgoldwaylon · 3 years

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Whisper of Roses - Raul Menendez X Reader Chapter One

You never really expected to find the love of your life while walking the streets of Nicaragua, until you accidentally stepped on the foot of Raul Menendez.

A/N: This story is written in a universe where Black Ops never happened, and you both live a normal, CIA and crime free life. Just a couple teenagers falling hard.

You never really got involved with many people. For as long as you could remember, you were very antisocial. Socialization never came easy, so you always were known as the 'Quiet One' to most.

You had friends here and there, but you really only wanted and needed one person in particular. And he was your best friend!

His name is Arlan Davila. You met him one day on a field trip in the 3rd grade. You both had been attached to the hip ever since! He was definitely one of the real ones, and always had your back.

You were sitting in your room, getting ready for the big day! You were also singing your heart out to the radio. I Ran by A Flock of Seagulls played loud, but not as loud as you could sing.

"AND I RAN, I RAN SO FAR AWAY!" You sang, gluing a rose to your cap with a hot glue gun.

Today was the day you finally escaped school for good. Graduation!!!! You danced in your spot just a little bit, knowing it was going to be over soon.

After a rather smooth sailing high school career, you finally did it. The tassel was most definitely worth the hassel. Now all you had to do was show up, grab the goods and get out!

Of course, you being you was decorating your cap last minute. You kept putting it off and putting it off until you ran out of time. Now, you were just hours away from graduating.

Your luck, sucked. Right as you went to glue the last sunflower on, you ran out of hot glue for the glue gun. You pulled back and looked at it, pressing the trigger a few times. Surprise!

It yielded nothing. With a sigh of frustration, you turned it off, unplugged it, and sat it up right. You looked at your cap with some big, sad eyes. The cap just wouldn't look right without this stupid sunflower.

You knew you now had to walk about maybe 10 minutes down the road, to the nearest craft store and pick up glue. You quickly threw on shoes, a coat, grabbed your wallet and headed outside.

You began the 10 minute walk, sticking to the sidewalk for good measure. It was about 4 PM, only a few more hours until you went back to the school. So you know you REALLY had to make this quick, or else you were going without any hair or makeup.

You looked over at all the trees, which were slowly coming back after a long, and harsh winter. You saw how vibrant and green they began to look again. The skys were a brilliant blue, and the clouds were perfect. The breeze that was going set it all off.

After walking more, you finally made it to the store. You walked in, and a bell went off. This signaled the workers that a costumer was here. You quickly went right over to what you needed.

You grabbed a package of sticks of glue, and headed straight for the cash register. After a small, polite interaction with the kind old women working the store, you quickly left.

You walked back home. You were coming up to crossing the small bridge, and that's when your bag decided to rip. It must have already been ripped, it probably just went unnoticed.

Your package of glue sticks took you off guard. It rattled you so bad, that the initial loud 'THUMP' it make upon smacking concrete, you gasped and stumbled.

And of course, you stumbled right into a man walking in front of you. You fell straight to your butt, and had never felt more embarrassed.

The man in front of you quickly stopped, and turned. You didn't even dare to look up. Since the packaging busted on the bag ripped, you quickly scrambled for all the glue sticks while rambling an apology.

"Sir I am so sorry, I'm just in a huge hurry, I'm so stressed out and my anxiety is out of the roof. If I dirtied anything of yours, I'll pay for the cleaning fee." You went on.

The man crouched down, and began to help you. You were suprised by this kind action, and paused as he spoke.

"Oh Miss, please don't worry about it. It sounds like you are already worried, you didn't ruin or dirty anything of mine. Don't fret, here let me help you up, yes?" He spoke, sticking a hand out.

There was something about his thick accent that was just so attractive. And the way on how nice he was to you? You had never felt any more warmness and kindness from a single soul before.

You looked up, and locked eyes with the most handsome man you had ever seen. He had the most perfect and beautiful tan skin tone. His skin shimmered gracefully in the sunlight.

His hair was a brilliant black, slicked back with the finest looking grease. It wasn't oily, but it was thick, and not a single hair out of place. And finally, your ultimate weakness in a person,

His eyes. The windows to the soul, as they say. The way they sparkled and just lit up as soon as you looked at him directly, you felt your heart suddenly begin to dance as if you were on a tv show.

You both were in a shock and awe as you gazed in each other's beauty, and grace. Finally, the young man, with his hand still extended began to speak and it brought you back.

You quickly took his hand, and boy did you feel the sparks. He helped you up gently, and gave you a bag from his pocket. He securely put your glue sticks in, tied the bag and handed it to you.

"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I am. Thank you for being so kind. What is your name? I'd love to get to know you." You asked with a smile.

He flashed you a dazzling smile, and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm Raul, Raul Menendez. And it's mutal. Now, who do I have the honor of speaking to?" He asked with a cool tone.

This made you blush, big time.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N. I'm a student at Moravian High School, I actually graduate this evening. I don't think I've seen you around." You said.

Raul nodded his head, and slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, I graduated a couple years ago. But, I went to school there. And now, I think I have a reason to watching the graduation tonight, if you wouldn't mind." He said, sending you a wink.

You smiled big, and nodded.

"Yeah of course, I'll definitely make sure to talk to you afterwards. I'd love to become good friends with you." You said.

He suddenly had a small pink tent to his cheeks, and looked down. He kicked the ground slightly and looked back up.

"Of course, how about dinner on me tonight? If you don't have any wild plans?" He questioned.

"If going home and playing poker with my friends is wild, than I should be locked away!" You laughed.

He laughed with you, and looked back at you.

"Wow crazy lady! Watch out!" He joked.

"Well, I better head back. I'm working on my cap. I just need one more sunflower and it's done!" You exclaimed.

"Why don't I walk you home? Looks like I'm heading your way anyway." He said.

You nodded, and you both began walking back to your neighborhood. Maybe your luck wasn't as bad as you thought.

To Be Continued....

#black ops #call of duty black ops #call of duty #raul menendez

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estrxlar · 3 years

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The Ghost Of You

03 - Music Room 3007

Chapters songs:

*Dagger; Slowdive

On The Level; Mac Demarco

F song; Strawberry Guy

^^^ when including * in chapters next to a song, that means it is a song that will be performed in the chapter.

———

— Y.L. Perspective

"Sunshine girl is sleeping. She falls in dreams alone," sings Toruku in a calming tone into a microphone, along with the strumming of a guitar. "And me, I am her dagger. Too numb to feel her pain."

"The world is full of noise, yes. I hear it all the time. And me, I am your dagger. You know I am your wound." I join in, adding onto his

The words we sang were truly upsetting. About a boy, a lover, who is aware he's hurting the girl he loves. I couldn't compare any relationship I'd ever been through to those lyrics.

Although one had always caught my eye: "I didn't really lose you, I just lost it for a while." It was easy to automatically think of the boy I was duetting with when we covered this; for some time now, Toruku has had small feelings for me.

One of the things that repelled me from a relationship with him was the idea that it would end horribly, and that it would potentially ruin our relationship.

Not to mention how much drama that would cause for two other unproblematic teenagers who were only trying to make a living off of their talent: Hikishi and Giki.

But today wasn't about what would happen between the two of us— today was her day.

"I thought I heard your whisper, it happens all the time." And with that, the song is brought to an ending, followed by my gaze met with the blonde boy.

"That was, once again, better than before. But I feel as if it's missing something." He explains, as he removed the wooden instrument from his arm and leaned it against the bean bag he sat in.

Music room 3007 contained the following: I couple of bean bag seats, a coffee table, a vending machine, almost every instrument in existence in an extra storage room, tools used to record and analyze music, and posters + records we kept throughout the years.

Truth is, music room 3007 wasn't even really a part of the school anymore. Sure, it was still on maps and the district still paid the electricity, cable, and water bill. But barely any students or teachers paid much attention to it, for it was stuffed behind the gyms, which were two large buildings that would block out any view of the smaller one that stood behind it.

'I hope Sugawara won't have any problem with finding this place.' I think to myself, as I stand from the chair to turn the camera and microphone off.

We would set up different amps, microphones, and cameras when recording a cover of a song. This time, it was a basic acoustic from 1993, named 'Dagger' by Slowdive.

After turning it all off, I plop back onto the cushion. "I think we've don't this quite enough times already, 'Ruku. We should upload it already and get on to the second song. I mean, we've been here a whole hour trying to perfect 'Dagger'." I say, removing my uniform's blazer, and throwing it across the coffee table. Next came my tie, and I unhooked the first two small buttons of my white collared shirt. The music room got hot when so many electronics were in use.

"Maybe you're right. We should probably get onto another song." He replied, running his hands in the bridge of his nose and down his neck.

I quickly stand up from my chair and stand behind him, leaning onto his shoulders. "I think you're just tired. Are you sure you wouldn't wanna go home?"

Toruku runs a hand up my arm, patting my shoulder, then sighs heavily. I couldn't imagine how tired he must be after today. His thoughts must've been wearing him down. "Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I don't wanna leave you all alone."

"No need, Sugawara will help me get home, remember?" I ask him, followed by a moan of protest. It worried me that Sugawara and Toruku most likely wouldn't get along, especially since both seemed so compatible at first.

Both his hands leave mine and lay in his lap. "And what's with this Suga guy, Y/n? Is he your buddy?" His voice echoed through the band room, stabbing the back of my brain while I think for an answer that wouldn't sound suspicious. I would say no, but who knew what the future could hold.

"I dunno. But he means no harm! At least I think so.." Tired from squatting, I lift to stand on both feet properly. Toruku slides his hand away from my figure and brings it towards his face. It covers his mouth as he once again sighs. "You seem tired after today, Ruku. Is it because of Moku?"

Hopefully, I hadn't overstepped any boundaries with what I had said. Hopefully, I was remotely correct about why he looked so down. "Yeah, it is. I won't act as if it doesn't bother me because I know it bothers you too. Although it's been three years, I still feel very guilty for going on without her."

'At least he knows I'm here with him.' I thought, moving to the bean bag I had been in just a few moments ago. By her, I meant Torukus passed girlfriend, and my best friend: the reason I practically stopped living at the age of fifteen. Honestly, Toruku and I weren't even really that close. I knew her as her boyfriend and he knew me as her best friend. And as close as we were to her, we were never friends. Moku's death only brought us closer to each other, stirring up the beginning of a rock band.

"I know what you mean. I do. Thankfully, this birthday of hers went better than the last two, wouldn't you say?" I ask, leaning on my elbows that sat on my knees.

"Definitely. The previous ones all ended up in fights and long makeups. I guess we're just more laid back about it now," He explains, getting up from his seat, and browsing the instruments that were hung on the wall. His fingers wrap around his belt loops as he stands. "I feel bad for getting over her so quickly."

"I know exactly what you mean. Never forget that I'm right here next to you, Toruku. That we've gotten through this together instead of alone. Although I wish you had talked to me more when it had first happened, I was all alone!" I chuckle at the last part, even if it wasn't funny at all. "I think the life we made out of our relationship has turned out for the better. Look where we are now: moving to American in about a year to sign to a label. Wouldn't she be proud we've gotten so far?"

"Maybe you're right," Toruku says, leaning against the back wall. His hair danced over his eyes barely, as they stared right at me. "Maybe you should hit up Toru and Hajime, ask how they're doing. They went through this too, you know."

"Yeah, I know. I haven't because I'm afraid of what they'll say, or if they even say anything at all. They're both a part of a very different social class after all. If anything, I'll probably get a simple thumbs up on my message." My voice grows low, expressing my tiredness from this conversation already.

Toru and Hajime were two other people that used to be in my friend group with Moku throughout our childhood. Both were loud and expressive and played volleyball, but they were also very kind and friendly towards Moku, Toruku, and me. Once middle school had started, the five of us grew closer and closer by the second. We joined volleyball clubs, hung out at our houses practically every day, and grew popular throughout the years. But once Moku had passed, we all fell apart. She was what held us together after all.

Both Hajime and Toru decided to go to another high school, and Toruku and I went to another. After that, we hadn't heard a single word from them.

"It's worth a try, Y/n. We wouldn't want to seem inconsiderate." Toruku says as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pockets, as well as a lighter. After lighting one, the smoke leaves his mouth slowly, as he continues. "I wish you would at least try to make amends between them. You were closer to them than I ever was."

"I'll try. Just not now."

———

After another hour of practice with Toruku, the two of us stood silent on our phones while we waited for Sugawara. Something told me that he had gotten lost. Either that, or he just forgot about me, which I wouldn't blame him for.

But right when I was about to tell Toruku that we should go home, a message from an unknown number had shown up on the top of my phone screen that alarmed me.

[Text Message: ###-###-####]

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on the school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

[Reply to ###-###-####]

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

After the second the message gave me a preview, I fully entered the screen. It had a profile picture, but not a contact name. Although, that was my very first-year-like of me to be irresponsible. [Sugawara] read the title after I'd edited it, and nothing more. Only a few brief messages that we had just sent to each other.

Sugawara

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

Actually, right number! But seriously... I have no idea where the hell you are. Is it off-campus? I might just cry if I don't figure this out. I've been at it for a solid ten minutes.

Ten minutes?? Damn boy, you could've just asked to meet me in the cafeteria or something. Toruku and I have been waiting here for a while as well.

Sorry!!

No need to apologize.

- you have started sharing your location with {Sugawara}-

Thanks. See you in a bit.

After discussing where I was hanging, I decided to look more into this saved contact. 'Had I really been so close to him as to have discussions with him?' I think as I decide to read a few more messages above our most recent convo. They only consisted of homework answers, tutoring questions, and a few more comments about school festivals and such. A good ten invites to a volleyball game were stored in there as well. I hadn't realized how much he had meant to me just two years ago. Time flies, taking most of your memories with you.

A few more moments went by before a knock came upon the room's entrance door, as well as the voice of someone behind it. "Uhm— hello..? Is this the right room?"

"No, go away," Toruku replies in a deeper, scarier voice as he shuffled towards the door to reveal Sugawara standing there alone with a frightened expression.

Suga sighed, putting a hand over his chest while he smiled. "That gave me a heart attack." He says, fixing his eyes towards my sitting figure. "Ready to go?"

I nod, lifting from my seat and stretching out my arms while yawning loudly. "God, I'm tired," I mumble to myself, gathering my bag and the tie and jacket I had taken off, before slowly walking over towards Sugawara. "Isn't it after practice? Shouldn't you be all tired and worked out?"

"Oh, no. Today was only focused on the new players, which honestly didn't go so well." He explained, finishing with a soft chuckle. Though I could tell it was filled with disappointment, for the way he looked down on the floor was purely depressing.

But quickly steered the conversation another way to distract him from it; that was the least I could do. "Oh, well, today it was just Toruku and me. But thankfully we just recorded some extra vocals so we didn't have to record the rest of the teams' jobs."

Sugawara distracts himself, taking small glances around the room as I explain to him what we did. He observes the different colors and pictures on the walls, the furniture we helped ourselves to, and the instruments gathered onto the wall. "It looks quite comfortable in here. To be honest, I'm surprised that the school even lets you decorate this place all by yourselves."

"They didn't, they just don't know about it. It's quite convenient if you ask me.." I mumble, shuffling from one foot to the other. What I said was no lie, we were truly blessed to have had a room to ourselves here on campus. If it wasn't for the band teacher who had shown it to us, we probably would've spent our practice time in a garage where there's no AC or comfortable floors.

Meanwhile, Toruku explained to Sugawara the reasoning behind each decoration, I check the timing. It was 6:00 PM, just in time for my mother to get home from work.

"Should we get going?" I ask the grey-haired boy, as he's brought back to reality. He and Toruku sharply turn, pausing their supposedly intriguing conversation, as he nodded to my question.

"I guess so. Well, thank you for showing me this place, I never would've discovered it if it wasn't for you two." Sugawara states, bowing towards the blonde boy with a cigar.

"Alright, I'll catch you later, Y/n. And it was nice meeting you today, Sugawara." After I have a small hug to Toruku and said my goodbyes, Suga and I were out the door.

Our walk began with the two of us climbing down a few stairs, and jogging towards where the sidewalk actually began. From there on, it was easy getting towards the main part of campus, and walking home would be a piece of cake. For Sugawara, I mean.

"So, do you walk home every day?" I ask, tightening my hands around my bento box. The silence between us rested heavily on my chest; not a single word left his mouth.

But it may have been because he was stuck in his own little world, for soon after my question, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and cleared his throat. "Oh, no— not really. I only walk after practice when I stay late. But on free days, like in the morning, I ride the bus."

Nodding, I explain my way of getting to and from school as well. "Me too. Well, usually my mother would drive me before school even started. Either that or I would ride my skateboard and hide it in some gutter. You know how angry the school gets about skateboards." I laugh, hoping he'd approve of joking with school rules. But knowing Sugawara, he probably already knew I bend some.

"Ah, yes. That's convenient. But how far did you live before moving into [Neighborhood]? Surely not too far, right?" He questions, looking down at me for an honest answer.

I widen my eyes at this, making my answer to his questions obvious already. "Uhm.. no! Just a mile and a half away, not a big deal.." My head turns the other way while I giggle at Sugawara's shock. It wasn't a big deal for me at all, I didn't mind getting the few extra steps in the morning. As for him, he must have not had to walk that far every day to understand. I didn't blame him for being so surprised. It wasn't every day you find someone who voluntarily walks that far.

"Oh— that's.. that's a lot! I'm sorry that you had to do that. It must have been hell! But thankfully you have someone to join you on transportation, right?" Sugawara gives me side-eyes, as a smile appeared on his pale face.

"Yeah.. you're right." My sentence runs low in the cold, shaking as I shift from the sidewalk to the road. The pavement felt hard and slippery due to the transition from winter to spring, yet it was still freezing outside.

"You know... it was strange bumping into you today. To be honest, I feel like I'm fifteen again. I think that's just how you make others feel, you know?" My words come out abruptly, but I didn't mind. After today's long day all I wanted was one honest conversation.

Thankfully, Sugawara felt the same I did. "Spending time with each other must have brought back lots of memories, even if they were small." He says to me, observing the way my feet jumped from the curb to the street.

The feeling he brought was like a scent from years ago when you're a little kid. Whether you're reading by a window, or running through a meadow, you'd forgotten it ever even tickled your senses.

"It's kind of strange. Even if we weren't best friends, you still meant a lot to me. I'm wondering whether or not you're still the same, and if that could be brought back." I explain, drawing out my arms to make a tree-like pose while I played hopscotch with the roads. The keychains that hung on my badge made a 'clunk!' noise against the ID, meanwhile, I discussed. "We've both changed so much, Sugawara."

"You're right, we have. But for the better, you know? I think at the moment I'm mentally healthier than in the past year. And as for you, I think anyone can see that. I don't mean that your time of grief was a mistake, but I'm happy that you've been nicer to yourself."

"Yeah, me too." My words stutter, interrupted by the loud engine behind me. Sugawara and I quickly turn towards the noise, widening our eyes at how close the vehicle was. Suddenly, an ear-piercing honk is signaled from the driver, and I'm quickly pulled from in front of the car to under a streetlight in one's arms.

The action is hasty and happened in just a split second, but enough to save me from being run over. Barely comprehending what had just occurred, I freeze in place just like the slippery road. And as the car honks off, I'm left, once again, alone with Suga. Only this time, uncomfortably in his arms.

Lightning travels down my back once I realize I was being held by a stronger, warmer body. Both my arms were being tightly held by his, and my body barely being separated from his by an inch. I stared right into his eyes, as he did so as well.

"Y/n, you. you've got to be careful. Be careful."

Sugawara's words ring in my ears, as I rapidly blink to regain consciousness. Immediately after, a scatter to search for my school bag, which was thrown only a few feet away from me. After retrieving it, I quickly stand onto my feet and turn to Suga, who's already prepared to continue our walk.

"I'll be careful."

With that, the two of us continue our journey towards home in silence once more.

I've gotta be careful with Sugawara.

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kenmasgameboy · 4 years

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PIPSQUEAK

a kuroo x gangmember!reader

summary;

" you like to cause a bit of trouble, pipsqueak?"

" pipsqueak? seriously?"

Life for you got turned upside down after your first year at Nekoma high. Realizing it was too dangerous, your parents sent you back to live in Miyagi and attend Karasuno with your old friends. Kuroo Tetsuro, the Police Chiefs son, comes into contact with you in the most unexpected way possible, bringing trouble wherever you both go.

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Prologue.

High school was never that interesting to you. Though, you'll admit that it was a good way to help the days pass. You always found different games to help.

At first, games to you meant sneaking out of the house, slashing tires, almost getting arrested, going to parties. You had a bad reputation. You had been mixed up with all the wrong people before at your old school. But now you were going to turn your life around. Even if that means that now games to you would mean studying. Kind of.

The closest you'd probably get to your new life would be getting in trouble for minor things at school. For example, falling asleep in class was a specialty of yours. Truly, an art form. Waking up to that sweet slap of a ruler against your desk was better than any alarm clock you'd ever hear. The rush in your chest, the heat to your cheeks, the sweaty palms. Incredible. But that is it. You promised your mother that this year you would be making her proud at Karasuno. You wouldn't be hanging out with those "thugs" as she liked to call them. You would keep up, maybe pay attention, and maybe make some more real friends.

The truth was that school never felt like a real challenge to you. Sure there were plenty of difficult subjects that made you feel stupid but you always kept out of the drama, minded your business, and kept your head down. It was fine. There really was a target on your back now that you were the new girl at school though, and you had adjusted week by week meeting new people and reuniting with some old ones, too. But ultimately you decided the social system just wasn't made for you. There wasn't really a good place for you to fit in, or maybe it just wasn't comparing to the kind of family you made before.

Today was one of those days where your motivation was at its peak, you were taking good notes. Studied for a quiz, been overly diligent. Then that sweet beautiful sound of the lunch bell rang, you pulled out your food, grabbed your skateboard, and left the classroom in a bit of a hurry. As you were leaving you started to hear a conversation:

Dude, don't worry, I have it completely handled. Watch...

"(Y/N)!" Narita, your classmate called for you once you exited the room and into the hallway. He stood next to Ennoshita who looked like he would explode any second. You knew Narita, him and Ennoshita were in Class 4 with you and you really didn't have that many real friends at school but you wouldn't mind calling them that. They were some of the friends you were reunited with from middle school, they were a big comfort to you when you transferred in.

"Hey, how's it going?" You slowly walked over, trying to find your excuse to leave and take a nap without seeming impolite.

"Great, good. Thanks, yourself?" Narita answered for him and Ennoshita. He also seemed in a hurry for some reason but was much worse at covering it up.

"Pretty tired, but uh, for the most part—" You started but your sentence didn't last long.

"You should come to my party! Uh— Our party. We're having a party it would probably wake you up. It's in Tokyo! I mean—" Narita came in strong.

"Nice, buddy. You really do got this handled." Was all Ennoshita followed it up with, "Gotta go, see you guys in class."

"A party?" You laughed a little, just because these guys were anything but the partying type. You started walking and Narita was following you like a hawk, "Don't you guys have volleyball practice or something?"

"Yeah, of course. But not this Friday night! I mean technically we do but we'll be done at 6:30. Party can start at 7:30." Narita followed up, "All the volleyball guys will be there, too. We have a summer training camp in Tokyo starting on Monday so this is kind of the only day we can get everyone together. We already had our friends from Nekoma invite pretty much everyone they knew."

"N-Nekoma, huh?" Your smile wavered, "That sounds like it'll be really fun for you guys. Thanks for the invite, but I don't really know anyone on your team. Plus, I can't get to Tokyo by 7:30." You said, declining as well as you could without making your answer too suspicious.

"Well, yeah about that. Um, by 'it's in Tokyo' what I meant to say was Tokyo guys will be there. They're volleyball players, too, actually." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck and adjusting his satchel, trying his best to act cool and lean against the vending machine you were using.

"So, it's a Volleyball mixer with you guys and a bunch of guys from Tokyo but it's not in Tokyo? Where is it, then?" You asked for the elaboration, kind of liking this dancing way to get to the point.

"Yes, well and other schools in Miyagi, too. It's a lot of schools, I mean I'm talking Nekoma, Fukorodani, Aoba Johsai, Johzenji, Date Tech, Shiratorizawa.. maybe.. Inarizaki.. and more.. again maybe. But it's at Kinoshita's house. Which is still kinda far, but it has a pool! His family is loaded and they'll all be gone this weekend." Narita finally got to the point.

"Sounds like it'll be a good time for you guys. I'm happy for you, sounds like you've made a lot of friends from other schools." You cheers'd your milk to him and started walking again to find a place to eat.

"No, no. Girls will be there, too. It's kinda the whole point."

"You really have to work on your pitch." You said plainly.

"Please, I need your help (Y/N). I was put in charge of getting girls to come to this party." Narita begged, you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his desperation. In all your years of knowing him and being in the same classes you had never seen him talk to a single girl who wasn't in a group project or something related to it.

"Why you?"

"It was either me or Tanaka."

"Oh, then definitely you are the better choice." You agreed, having known just from the previous stories he's told you. "Interesting proposition. I'll think about it."

"You'll think about it and say yes?" He tried, "Every time I talk to a pretty girl I feel like I'm going to throw up, I can't talk to groups of girls and invite them to a party. But you're likable, more well known now since you're the new girl."

"First of all, rude that I don't make you want to throw up. I'm pretty, sometimes."

"Fair."

"How about, I'll say yes if you tell me who it is you have a crush on, which girl you most want at this party then I'll help out." You offered. Narita thought for a minute as you started eating your lunch.

"Fine." He nodded, "This is my duty to my boys." Then he leaned into your ear and whispered the name of the prettiest and smartest girl in your class: Ichika Yua. Ichika was going to be a tough sell.

"Alright. A deals a deal. You've given me a secret and I will do what I can do. How many girls do you need, anyway? Are we going for a 1:1 ratio or..?"

"No, these guys need a much higher chance I think. Let's try a 4:1 ratio."

"Yeah, actually you're gonna take what you can get."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now give me the rundown on your team. I don't really know any of them and I need to know for my pitches I have to do this week. And don't think because I'm doing some work means that you can slack off okay. I really only know 2nd-year girls, if you want 3rd year or 1st you have to go to them. You need to try too. Also, will there be alcohol?" You listed off your demands and were straight forward. Narita made a slow nod,

"Oh, I almost forgot. Do you know any girls from Nekoma who could come?" He asked you the dreaded question.

Yup, you were originally supposed to spend your high school years at Nekoma High School. When you were entering high school your dad got a job offer in Tokyo, forcing you to move out there after middle school. Then after everything happened, your Mom knew it was too risky to let you live out in Tokyo still and she shipped you back here to go to Karasuno and live in a small apartment by yourself. You have family friends who come to check on you and your parents visit when they can. It's not horrible, at least now you get to come back to streets more familiar.

"Um, I think the girls I knew from Nekoma aren't exactly the girls you want at a party. Besides, you should just ask your volleyball brethren to ask some girls and pull their weight. Or are they too pretty for you to talk to?" You teased Narita and knocked his head.

"Hey, girls are girls." Narita held his head from where you knocked it.

"Sure, if thats the case then the next time you see me I better be seeing some chunks."

You and Narita continued to eat lunch together that day. Until you realized you only had a limited amount of time left and had to use the bathroom before class so you excused yourself. You skated away around the outside of the courtyard with a bun in your mouth and around some of your other classmates, waving.

"Dude, uh. Who was that?" A guy with an aggressive appearance walked up to Narita, having walked past a few minutes before but stayed just to gawk.

"Huh? (Y/N)?" Narita clarified, innocently.

"(Y/N)... wow. What a beautiful name." Tanaka sighed in simp, "Is she our year?"

"Yeah, man. She's in my class. You never noticed her before? I'm surprised she was the talk of Karasuno guys for like the whole first week of this year." He laughed. "She is technically new to Karasuno this year. But she's from Miyagi, I've known her since grade school."

"My babe sensor has been reserved for Kiyoko only recently. Trying to be loyal." He humphed, "You guys a thing?"

"What? No, no." Narita laughed, "No, we've just been friends for a while. She's helping me get girls to come to the party on Friday."

Tanaka jumped up with optimism, "Yes! This is going to be the best party of our high school lives!"

"I hope so." Narita rubbed his neck to try and tame his nerves again.

"(Y/N).." Tanaka sighed again, "You know who's gonna go nuts when they get a look at her, right?"

"I know."

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thoughts-of-a-stagemanager · 4 years

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Hi! Yeah so I'm student directing this year, but the last idk 3 years I've just been an actor with everyone else. Now I'll be semi in charge and I'm afraid of burning bridges and being too bossy or being totally lame and not doing a good job. How do you bridge that gap between actor and student director??

Hi Anon,

Communication, communication, communication!!!!!!

Meet with your SM BEFORE the 1st production meeting, auditions and rehearsal.

Ask them how they like Production meetings run

Inform them how you want auditions run:

(ex: I want one actor at a time for a ten minute slot)

Are walk ins welcome? Is it sign up only? Is it only open to members of your school?

How you like rehearsals run?

Do you want a time check every 30 minutes? or do you want a sharp cut off to move on to working another scene?

Tips on how not to piss off a Stage Manager:

Don’t get a power trip. Respect is a two way street.

I have seen many first time directors have the power of controlling their show go straight to their head. You can get the vision you want without being rude.

DON’T call them out in front of actors or crew if you see something they are doing you wan’t done otherwise.

(Ex: Pull them aside to tell them you would like them to wait until after notes to find actors to sign up for costume fittings. Don’t yell to the SM across the theatre: “Don’t talk to the actors right now.”)

They are not your personal assistant:

An SM is not there to bring you coffee or run to your car to grab a book. We have so much on our plate already, so unless we offer, don’t ask us to do personal errands for you.

Respect their time:

A lot of theatre’s don’t let the SM leave until EVERYONE has left. (So if you are having a talk with an actor about cupcakes, perhaps talk outside the theatre.)

If the Stage Manager sends an E-mail or text message, respond to it as soon as humanly possible.

If you want to schedule a special out of rehearsal meeting, ask the SM if they are available first before sending an E-mail out to all the actors.

Remember for about every hour you spend at rehearsal the Stage Manager spends an hour of that outside of rehearsal working on the show.

Show up to rehearsal’s on time, use breaks wisely.

We are human beings too:

We need breaks too, so don’t expect us to reset the entire stage during a break.

Understand the sacrifices we make to be at rehearsal every night.

Listen to our concerns and knowledge.

Don’t be a know it all:

If you have never worked on lights, sound, sets, costume extensively, perhaps trust your SM’s instincts and experience’s with something.

(Ex: I once had a director try to convince me that it was possible to wet down a dance floor and NOT have it be a slip hazard for actors.)

Don’t be afraid to ask a tech related question

(Ex: Do you think we could have a light reach this far back stage?)

Tech Week:

Meet with you SM before tech week to ask them how they like things run

This is where your SM gets to fully drive the bus. You get a say in what streets to turn down but let your SM do their job.

Don’t spend 10 minutes looking at a light cue, if you like it move on, if you want something adjusted, speak up.

Stay out of the way of crew.

Don’t go back stage to talk to crew and ask them to fix things, they listen to the SM. If you want something fixed tell the SM.

Only hold a dress rehearsal if something is WAY off. Not like a cue 2 seconds late, that’s what notes are for.

Run of show:

Don’t hover.

Trust your SM.

Don’t go into the booth during the show (this includes intermission).

Let the SM handle the show

I can promise you there is a 95% chance the SM knows if a cue is late or early.

However, that doesn’t mean you can’t be around.

The last show I worked, I had the director want to lead warm ups every night. She showed up, lead warm ups, maybe gave me a note or two, then left or sat quietly in the house to watch the show. Worked great because she stayed out of everyone’s way.

Actors:

Most of what is above that doesn’t apply straight to stage management.

Respect their nerves

Respect their trying

They are people too

There is a very fine line of being a hard ass and being too nice.

Sometimes it’s better to be a hard ass in my opinion. I am a very blunt person, the very first rehearsal I tell actors that so they don’t get offended. I am straight forward and to the point and not a lot of actors like that. I have a lot of actors who prefer to work shows with me because I can be a bit of a hard ass but I “get things done and keep things moving”. However, I am well past the age where I care what people think about me (except close family and friends of course)

Sometimes people get mad at you for petty things and there is nothing wrong with that. I once had an actor get mad at me because I wouldn’t let her leave strike because she wasn’t wearing closed toed shoes. She is still salty about that.

If things get sticky or out of hand, consult someone above you who can help sort things out or act as a mediator.

Just respect everyone and try to go into things with an open mind and you should be fine.

Best of luck!

~Admin :)

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katsukisbeatingheart · 5 years

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if you want

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he has a bit of a difficult time being patient.

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pt. 2

It was a little untoward but did as good a job as any.

A blush burst like confetti in a rage rash across his cheeks; and if you didn't know any better, you'd think the mighty Katsuki was actually maybe a little embarrassed.

"Well?"

He shifted in his place, trying—and failing—to maintain a façade of a complacent blasé boy just casually asking out a close friend.

"Close" was a bit of a stretch for you. Yes, you found him quite brash and obnoxious and a little insensitive; but you couldn't deny what he meant to you. At least, you thought highly of him, and you were sure you could tell him anything—but you weren't positive that was reciprocated.

Was he one of your best friends? Yes.

Would you even dare to ask him how he felt about you? No.

You! Didn't! Want! To! Ruin! What! You! Had! It had taken what seemed like ages for him to finally warm up to you, without, like, actually exploding—and if you think you'd run the risk of watching that go down in flames? You considered yourself an idiot.

However, unbeknownst to you—Katsuki thought you were the world. If he could put it to words and send them out through that angry trap cursing everything to hell—he'd say you were a force of nature. A worthy rival, a trusted partner, and a kind and wonderful friend.

Except all he's got are angry bees and a tornado in his brain, at all times. As such, anyone he admired, he felt the need to challenge. On all levels physical, he planned to annihilate them. Which wasn't necessarily the case, well, in your case.

Although, there were—a few physical levels— He shook that thought away. That's an idea for a later date. The blush flared. 'Much later.'

But really, he loved provoking you. Only because you're so cute and intelligent and warm and messy—so, so messy—and he got a serious kick out of that. You're complex and human and alive. Despite your faults, you refused to let anything stop you in the end game—you refused to let that keep you from what you wanted. He watched you grow, and evolve and adapt to those weaknesses, and suddenly the line between strengths and not began to blur. He even dared to call you one of his personal heroes.

Thankfully for him, no one in the class noticed for the longest time.

Unsurprisingly, Kirishima was the first.

Bakugo would casually watch you walk into the room, head in his hand, eyes trailing each step you took. A silent Ejirou, sitting beside his best friend minding his own business, would look up startled—at the now fuming boy with a hand to his temple, or rubbing the back of his neck.

"You alright there, man?"

"Stomachache."

The dear boy would stare on in confusion, but keep to himself—a man's business was his business. Puzzled, he witnessed Katsuki all but sprint out the door, noticeably more red than his usual complexion. Then, minutes later, Katsuki would return, smelling notably more of burning sugar, and looking like he'd run maybe half a mile. Kiri wouldn't question it. Until, after that, across the room you'd laugh at something Denki or Ochacko had said, and Bakugo would stand right back up again.

"What's wrong?"

"It's back again." And that'd be the end of that.

It became a reoccurring thing throughout the weeks, when finally—bewilderdly—Kirishima would come to the conclusion Katsuki had been stubbornly avoiding. He popped the question a few weeks later.

"You like someone, don't you."

Class had taken a recess, and his best friend took the liberty to gravitate toward him with a pencil and notebook in hand to work on an upcoming assignment—hopefully without being disturbed, which already wasn't happening.

Bakugo's whole body twitched. "I– you– what– you weirdo what is that supposed to mean?"

Kirishima blinked owlishly at his friend. He wasn't sure what to say next, as he honestly didn't think he'd get this far.

"Well... you've been acting kinda strange lately... around someone in particular..."

Bakugo raised his eyebrows defensively. He hoped that did a good job of masking his expression, because he suddenly had a pretty good idea as to where this was going.

"Well, I mean..." Kirishima dragged a path along with his eyes, coming to a stop at an angle, gazing at you covertly through his lashes. Katsuki rolled his eyes, trying really hard to keep his heart from racing anymore than it already was. He pointedly looked back down at his paper, a tighter grip on his pencil.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

Eijiro couldn't keep a grin from crawling across his smug face.

"Oh, but I think you do."

After that, the secret couldn't keep to itself and the rest of the class began to trickle into the loop. Much to the surprise of everyone, they weren't all that surprised because they thought you're quite wonderful. But Katsuki? And a crush?

He couldn't help it; the guy seriously respected you.

With all of the determination rivalling theirs to become professional heroes, the class set to work on making this happen. They split up and rearranged classroom chores, made up excuses as to why they couldn't make it to study sessions where you and Bakugo attended, and shut out any outside obstacles—curfews, misplaced lunch seatings, Mineta.

"Oh, no, it's okay! You go ahead, I've got this," you chirped, in a positively upbeat mood. It was so absurdly warm, Kaminari felt guilty about moping the entire day to get out of his after school tasks. He'd managed to convince you he had a sick baby bird at home to tend to, before having to return to the dorms later tonight. Of course, that was a lie.

'It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause.' Denki knew he was a simpleton; but he'd be damned if he didn't have his moments.

"Are you sure? I'd really hate to trouble you, ya know," he offered, conjuring his best solicitous veneer, silently hoping he wasn't overdoing it now.

"No, yeah! Go on ahead; I heard you mention you had some personal things to take care of—you sounded really stressed about it." Denki had to will himself from openly clutching his chest and bursting into tears.

'Attentive and kind as always! I would expect nothing less of you.'

He opened his mouth to reply with something a little more heartfelt, but the burning gaze of Mina—probably stealthily situated peering through the windows facing the hall—stared holes into the back of his head. Kaminari's mouth snapped shut, and he took that as his cue to bounce. "Great! Awesome. Noice, thank you—" he rambled in an absolutely-not-guilty-at-all lilt. At the door though, he paused, throwing a suggestive smile over his shoulder, "—you kids have fun."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, not yet having received the eight new text messages from your other friends, conveniently busy with their own matters, as well.

After a while, Katsuki came to realize that this dancing around his feelings business was getting to be a little old. He felt pathetic, ordinarily used to tackling things head on. It took some serious convincing, on his part—but he knew what he wanted.

He tried small things, at first—microscopic, all considered, but this was Bakugo. Katsuki began propping doors open for you to pass by if you were walking together, like a real gentleman would.

He dropped snacks by your desk;"You forgot your money again, didn't you, dumbass?"

Always kept an extra water bottle on hand with your name on it; "Don't need you passing out during class, idiot."

He even gave you a little star sticker he had "found" on his way back from an orthodontist appointment; "It was stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I don't want it, you take it." It was in too perfect condition for that to be true.

By then he felt silly, recognizing that this probably wasn't going to be enough to get his point across; even if his friends, at least, noticed the small attempts (trying very hard to keep their mouths shut, all the while).

Katsuki didn't know where the fire was, but eventually he'd had enough of himself. This was going to happen, and it was going to happen today.

After an afternoon of mulling and seriously suppressed grins, Bakugo approached you with an imperceptibly wavering stride. He could launch himself into the heat of a fight no problem, but Katsuki Bakugo was not perfect—no matter how arrogant and prideful he was to admit that.

"Hey. Come practice with me."

You blinked in surprise, running your fingers along the hem of your uniform almost self consciously. It was nearing the evening, and you'd figured he would've joined everyone in studying back at the dorms.

'Although, I suppose sparring is a form of studying,' you reasoned with yourself.

'But... why me?'

He brought you to a secluded clearing, amongst the woodlands surrounding the campus. It wasn't so deep in as to hide evidence, but it was free enough from prying eyes and ears—he made sure of that, with a totally justified menacing promise on his classmates' lives. The overhang of leaves, swooping branches, and glistening waters—complete with lil frogs leaping amongst the moss—made this probably one of the best places he could think of for this exact situation. It was definitely the most fairy tale thing he had ever seen, which said a lot—his mother had dragged him and his father to TDL on many an occasion when he was a child.

Of course, he supposed it was just his stupid, newly developed romantic bastard brain romanticizing everything.

Setting the scene was the trick—because if that had gone wrong, then this would've been glossing near "patronizing", and would probably be much closer to a threat. In a way, you wryly wondered if it really was.

"Hey," he nearly barked. "Anyone home?"

You'd been standing in a silent stupor long enough for Katsuki to grow nervous-impatient. He'd put his hands in his pockets and kicked a little bit at the ground beneath him, trying to maintain some sense of calm. The glower in his eyes gave him away.

Your lips popped open in a fish face motion as you grappled for your words. "I–I– I'm really– I–" Your tongue stumbled over itself. Katsuki gave you an expectant look and you felt your cheeks turn a brand new shade of red.

"I just– I can't– I don't–"

You tried so hard, trying to find the right words. They stubbornly refused to appear, wrestling with each other in the deepest part of your gradually dizzying consciousness. Your hands trembled, waving around aimlessly, making a point you hadn't even begun to form yet.

Bakugo suddenly felt as though he had hit a wall. An invisible one, because this was exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. It grated at his ego and he was slowly getting more and more agitated, his deepest insecurities writhing under his skin. You stuttered and gestured, wringing your slicked palms on your clothes.

After a long, silent moment, his face fell into a stone cold stare you'd never seen directed at you before. It morphed from uncertainty, to a grimace you associated with catching a bad smell, and into an equable scowl. Your heart thumped to the pit of your stomach.

A forcibly steady breath through the nose. "Fine."

He straightened his posture.

"I get it."

The dark look stared down at you, something you were sure was one of his special moves. "It's whatever. It doesn't matter, anyway." Except it did.

Your eyebrows knitted, your pulse quickening. "Katsuki, I– that's not–"

Biting back a sneer, Bakugo seethed through his teeth. "Save it," he hissed. "I don't want to fucking do this if I'm the only one giving my all."

The shock that came to you is what you assumed being struck by lightning felt like. You wanted to laugh, and tell him that was such a Katsuki thing to say in a situation like this; but he was already stomping away, taking strides to double yours.

"Katsuki, wait!" You called out, feeling coming back to your legs, and made to move in after him. "Katsuki!"

His silhouette gradually disappeared into the leaves that had initially felt so welcoming, like they promised something.

You went as quick as you could, mindful of the roots and pockets of earth at your feet.

As Bakugo slid out of reach, his words were a deafening whisper in the hushed world around you.

"Just—leave me alone."

{a/n: hello!! i have this split up bc i wanted to write a few more scenes under the same premise... plus!! having something extra to do gives me a little more motivation & inspiration to make new things; thanks for reading<3}

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Tommy & Meena

Tommy: [Late enough that the clean up is done and she could've potentially heard about some of the drama but not late enough that if there's a mcwalsh party whereby Ali gets knocked up that he wouldn't already be drunk at that feels like a starting point] Tommy: Cá mbeidh tú ag fliúchadh na seamróige? 🍀🧡💚 Meena: I was about to go down to the restaurant, just hang out there Meena: Caleb and Drew were going to some party but I was not invited so 🤷 Meena: What are you all up to? Tommy: 🍻🥃 Tommy: but the vibe's more drinking ourselves to death, doubt you want an invite either, like Meena: I think that's most people's vibe but they sound happier/more in denial about it...? Tommy: Yeah, it's casually cultural Meena: Yeah? Tommy: You're not feeling patriotic today? Meena: I don't really vibe it any day Meena: but that's not important Tommy: that's a no for the Irish dancing then, alright Meena: We can try Meena: I look even taller when I'm not allowed to move my upper body though Tommy: 😂 Meena: no leprechauns here Tommy: any 🌈💰? Meena: no more than normal 💔 Tommy: I'll be right there then 🌈✨ Meena: That's your superpower Meena: I don't know how 🍀🧡💚 Gus has gone, you'll probably feel more at 🏡 where you are Tommy: It ain't feeling very 🏡 but 💌 received Tommy: I'll stay put, feet & upper body Meena: Why not? Tommy: long story Tommy: you'll hear the short one at 🏫 probably Meena: You don't feel like telling it, understood Meena: is there anything I can do? Tommy: I don't know how to, more like Tommy: you'd redraft it before you were done with the 1st for being too Tommy: unreadable Meena: Nonsense poetry is my specialty Tommy: Yeah? Tommy: maybe you should've been there to roll out the welcome wagon for my new sister Meena: New sister? Meena: Oh, do you mean your mum's baby Meena: not baby now, from before Tommy: she definitely ain't a baby now Meena: So, she came and it went bad Meena: I'm so sorry, Tommy Meena: how bad are we talking? Tommy: bad as it gets Meena: Is your mum alright, I mean Meena: stupid question, but Tommy: It's a fair question & I wish the answer was yeah Tommy: or there was fuck all I could do Meena: That's terrible Tommy: I've gotta go back to school, how can I? Meena: For them Meena: sometimes all you can do is give everyone a small sense of normality Meena: even when you don't want to, or think you can't go on yourself Tommy: Ali can't hold down the fort all on her own, alright, she probably can, but she shouldn't have to Meena: She won't be Meena: she has Carly, and me and Ro and, loads of people, really Meena: I promise we'll all do what we can Tommy: Don't start me on Ro, she wasn't even there Meena: Where was she? Tommy: Fuck knows Tommy: I thought she might be with you Tommy: or your brother Meena: She wasn't with me Meena: maybe Drew but I doubt it, he's been out and about everywhere all day, obviously Tommy: she'll be at home then Meena: Oh, that's a bit Meena: I understand under normal circumstances the pub on St Paddy's is not her ideal place to be but as it was Meena: anyway, that's all to say, you don't need to worry about Ali, she has a good support system to support your parents and take care of Rocky Meena: do you have people YOU can talk to and lean on at school? Tommy: yeah, Carly's ace with him & Ali to have lasted this long, like Tommy: I ain't telling anyone at school about this, loads of 'em already think I'm trash Tommy: or come from it Tommy: they've got a point now Meena: No, they don't Meena: your family are some of the best people I know Meena: you're not anything to be ashamed of Tommy: Everyone around here knows that Joe would be your brother's best customer except he don't carry the right stuff & now loads of 'em also know she's as bad, nah, worse Tommy: & that together they're Tommy: I can't even fucking go there Meena: People shouldn't judge him by that, never mind you as his family Tommy: They do though Tommy: keeping my mouth shut about it at school is my best option Meena: as long as you can express yourself and have an outlet through your work, I can't say I blame you Meena: you don't have to tell everyone everything Tommy: or anything Tommy: 🩰 will do Meena: I shouldn't say anything against words, given who I am and what I want to be but Meena: a comfortable silence can be preferable to words you're unsure of, words that hurt, or that you don't want to speak into existence Tommy: Yeah, I'd take an uncomfortable silence over that too Tommy: everyone's hurting & unsure enough Meena: if it's good enough for Maya Meena: 🤐 Tommy: I didn't mean with you Meena: You can always talk to me Meena: no matter the quality or quantity of your words Meena: you know that Tommy: okay Meena: but no rush on it Meena: obviously Meena: and I won't fill the silence with total nonsense, like Tommy: but those poems are your speciality Tommy: self proclaimed, like, but still Meena: Rude to doubt me Meena: 🥬🐢🐌👑 Tommy: Gimme one then Tommy: best shot Meena Though some at my aversion smile, I cannot love the crocodile. Its conduct does not seem to me Consistent with sincerity. Meena: 🐊💔 Tommy: He is basically a 🐍 with feet Tommy: You 🖋 that? Meena: Sadly not Meena: I'll try to write something as appropriate scathing for your brother Tommy: Or as 💔 for me, yeah? Meena: Of course Meena: what could be better to cheer you up? 😏 Tommy: as a feel good goes it's obviously unrivalled even by 🍻🎵💃🕺 Tommy: that's the level of your talent Meena: You're either that drunk or you wish you were...code red either way Meena: you could come to the restaurant though, if you actually wanted Tommy: Get ahead at waiting tables for when the West End fucks me off & over Tommy: good thinking Meena: Please Meena: your name is already in lights, I can see it Meena: 🤩 Tommy: as you said please, I'll come Meena: manners maketh the man do what you want? Meena: interesting Tommy: works on this one Tommy: how much of a man I am is up for debate, usually Meena: People are idiots Meena: and too invested in stuff that doesn't affect them whatsoever Tommy: like you said, practically a local celeb at this point Meena: still, what's going on in your tights is just not their business Tommy: that's such a you way to put that Meena: I'll choose to take that as a compliment on me having a consistent voice Meena: though the alternatives are 🤔 Tommy: take as I miss you Meena: Are you back for long? Tommy: Nah, they ain't that patriotic either Tommy: I shouldn't even be here, wouldn't have been if she wasn't coming Meena: That's shittier Tommy: maybe JC is trying to keep me humble before I get too 🤩 Meena: It's Patrick that needs to make a second coming to banish your brother 🐍🐍 Tommy: he's already done that himself Meena: Oh, that was the purpose of today then? Meena: I get it Tommy: if he had one Tommy: might have just been out of his 🧠 on whatever 💊💉🥄🚬 Tommy: or worse so 😍 over her that's all that he gives a shit about besides the above Meena: Wait Meena: he's what? Tommy: you'll hear about it soon as you get back to class, they were doing it for everyone to see Tommy: her purpose given what it did to my ma Meena: Jesus Meena: that's Meena: you're right, no words Tommy: at least he one upped Fraze, I guess Meena: does make that situation seem totally run of the mill in comparison Meena: I have heard it happens Meena: when people who are related but estranged meet Meena: it's like a thing™ Meena: not that that helps you personally, obviously Tommy: Really?! Meena: [sends articles like nerd] Tommy: fucking hell Meena: It's crazy Meena: like you know there should be some strong emotional response but you kinda get it fucked up or something Meena: I don't know, science isn't my forte Tommy: nor mine, but if anyone would get those kind of wires crossed, it would have to be him Tommy: Jesus Meena: at least he didn't have a wife and kids to leave or something like some of these people Meena: it's really sad Tommy: you didn't see her though, she's like Tommy: terrifying Meena: I don't think they have to be a hottie but it probably helps in some cases Tommy: 😂 Meena: how so though? like what was she like Tommy: Alright so if they were putting a modern twist on Frankenstein's monster for the stage she could play that, but she'd need serious anger management first Tommy: electroshock wouldn't be far off, funnily enough Meena: Okay, that does sound scary Meena: even if looks can be deceiving, is the moral my own life has hit home hard, sounds like the insides matched so Tommy: It was like if you took every teenage horror story my ma has told us, scraped off the sugarcoating and then mixed that with the worst shit Fraze has ever done when he's on one, you still wouldn't come close to the mark Meena: I know the sort you mean Meena: no matter how well Drew and Caleb think they do with protecting me, I've had plenty of people approach me asking for them, messing with me Tommy: this once I'm gutted you know what I mean then Tommy: 'cause fuck that Meena: mostly it's the former and it's stupid little kids who want some weed or pills, that's just annoying but yeah Tommy: you know boxing's footwork is dead easy, I could teach you what my dad taught me Tommy: any time you want Meena: thanks Meena: at least my height would finally work in my favour, right? Meena: better reach Tommy: bigger 🎯 too remember Tommy: you have to keep your guard up to protect that face Meena: sounds like you're saying I'm 🌚 Tommy: 😮 Tommy: that's awkward Meena: *frantically googles how to shrink head* Tommy: nah, it's awkward 'cause you grew into your head ages ago & I didn't throw you a 🥳 or anything Tommy: must of happened all of a sudden or without me realising Meena: grew into it?! Meena: so I was a bobblehead before, thanks so much 😂 Tommy: only slightly Meena: I'm only slightly 💔 then Tommy: don't be, it was endearing Tommy: you were a cute kid Meena: okay 👵 Meena: no need to patronize me Meena: my head is only literally big, not metaphorically Tommy: come on, a 🍭 is a great look Meena: Better than a pea-head Tommy: or a 🍐 head like I've got Meena: it's distinguished Meena: be gutted you don't want to be a character actor Tommy: nice save, you can teach me ⚽ when we're done with 🥊 Meena: Sounds good to me Tommy: 👍 Tommy: [show up boy cos the restaurant can't be that far from the pub surely] Meena: [have a nerdy but more chill time, Gus loves everyone he's a good egg, I say you should go to this party for the drama of it all sod it] Tommy: [agreed x 2 the restaurant would have such a nice vibe when Drew and Caleb aren't there which they obviously aren't rn and then yeah we can get more messy with it] Meena: [okay so the plan, we having a lovely time (given the circumstances tonight lol) then her boyf shows up] Tommy: [I just picture her bf being so underwhelming like no offense but he'd have to be someone that Tommy didn't clock on socials so when he realises he's like oh and then dials his campness up to 1000000 being that gay BFF stereotype which she would pick up on immediately cos that's not how he is with her except when he's hiding behind it cos things are uncomfortable between them. I just imagine him raiding Ali & Carly's makeup and wardrobe and making the gayest cocktails he can and getting Meena involved and stealing her attention] Meena: [he wouldn't be and he's also lowkey an arsehole as per her type so he wouldn't be all ❤ on her socials anyway, but all this can be a thing 'cos not seeing the gay boy as a threat and probably wants to get drunk so] Tommy: [don't beat him up Tommy you don't want her to think you're doing it for Drew and Caleb like reasons] Meena: [at least we know you two are distracted] Tommy: [thanks for also getting Carly and Ali involved in your gay antics because we all need whatever fun we can get] Meena: [until you gotta go pregnant Ali] Tommy: [lord, I hope Tommy has left by then] Meena: [lordt] Tommy: [casual 3way with your missus and the less attractive drug dealer in town] Meena: [thank god your genetics are solid underneath that mess boy] Tommy: [and we know Rio looks like Ali anyways] Meena: [you do alright out of it kids] Tommy: [it could be so much worse] Meena: [blame your dad for your insecurities grace] Tommy: [and your evil nan] Meena: [junie is just #unique like no one looking like you boy, the closest is fraze as your uncle] Tommy: [unless he looks like Caleb's dad because we don't know him] Meena: [who can say baby] Tommy: [anyway take a moment to appreciate all the Tommy and Meena dancing everyone, giving you that for free] Meena: [love that] Tommy: [soz shit bf he is a threat because their chemistry especially when they are dancing is ridiculous goodbye] Meena: [deffo gonna get mardy at that and go off to have an argument] Tommy: [are you happy now Thomas? Thought not] Meena: [awkwarddd] Tommy: [get drunker boy that'll totally make it better and not worse] Meena: [cry in the bathroom that's a mood] Tommy: [ruin your make up, oh babe] Meena: [everyone else is so wrecked you'll fit in] Tommy: [by not doing drugs you're one of the least messy] Meena: [exactly dr phil] Meena: [the next day] Meena: Have a safe flight back Tommy: Cheers, I'll probably just 💤 Meena: Can't blame you Tommy: did you get any? Meena: Yeah, I'm fine Meena: had to get up early to clean the restaurant though so not as much as I'd ideally want Tommy: had another 🌱🍏🍈🥬🌿🍐🥝🥒🌼 juice, yeah? Tommy: that's pretty patriotic, you know Tommy: better late than never, like Tommy: throw 🍊🍑🥕 in there too & you're sorted Meena: Yeah, I bet EVERYONE in this fair nation is starting a juice cleanse this AM, not having a fry-up, nah Tommy: 😏 Tommy: green eggs & ham would keep you in theme Meena: 🤢 Tommy: fair 🍳🥞🧇🥓🥐🥯🍞 then Tommy: take your pick Meena: are you gonna post it to me? Tommy: be messy if you're having 🍳 or 🥞 but saves me having to use any words Meena: Probably best to stick to non-perishables Meena: best option for us both, like Tommy: Yeah Meena: How was it, this morning Meena: before you left Tommy: how you'd expect Meena: Yeah Tommy: Bea has to leave too so Fraze's dramatics will take centre stage for a sec but Meena: Distraction is probably the best technique for right now Tommy: worked last night Meena: I bet the parties you have in London are even better Tommy: only 'cause we 🩰 ain't supposed to be partying Meena: and what's more fun than prohibition, sure Tommy: forbidden 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍋🍌🍉🍇🍓🍈🍒🍑🥭🍍🥥🥝 juice is my fave, can't lie Meena: 🙄😏 Meena: enjoy Tommy: you're not supposed to give me your blessing, sucks the fun right out Tommy: forbidden, remember Meena: I'm not a teacher Tommy: yeah you are, whenever Anne needs you Meena: Okay, smartypants Meena: there's nothing I could teach YOU Tommy: not with THAT attitude Meena: 🤨 maybe next time Meena: bring your own 🩰 Tommy: & 🥊 Meena: a look Tommy: the 🩳 are too Meena: what do you wear on your top half though Meena: leotard? Tommy: lads don't usually wear anything to show off 💪 Meena: Who are you showing off to? Tommy: The other lad of course, name a sport that ain't homoerotic Meena: not when you come back here Tommy: when I come back here most of all Meena: no boys in my classes Tommy: Anne's been a letdown from the very beginning, what can I say? Tommy: you're on your own, Meeps Meena: I'll survive Tommy: I know

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leelee10898 · 5 years

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Fast cars and freedom: Papa don't preach (1/?)

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature on all counts. Young eyes look away.

Word count: 1, 458

Summary: Ellie returns home and struggles with keeping the past behind her.

This is my take on ROD, and AU where Ellie (MC) leaves for college, taking more then just her luggage along. After 6 years she returns home and struggles with her past. As always if you would like tagged. Lemme know!

Also a special thanks to @riseandshinelittleblossom, @brightpinkpeppercorn @katurrade and @blackwidow2721 for the push to go for it.. you guys rock!

Ellie sat back with her eyes close against the airplane seat. Luca soundly sleeping in the seat next to her. Her nerves getting the better of her the closer to L.A she got. Ellie worked hard to build a life on the East Coast for her daughter and herself. Making the dean's list every semester, graduating on time despite the statistics of a single mother. Everything seemed to be working in her favor that is until she lost her job due to economic downsizing. She had two options, take the job that had been begging her to work for them since before she graduated or settle for something else in the area that barley kept them afloat. Her father refused to relocate, and the fact he was getting older and living alone helped her make the choice.

So here she sat, in an airplane headed back to the one place she dreaded going back to. She knew where Logan was, or at least what he was doing these days. He promised Ellie he would turn his life around, and he did. He started working for a racing company, it wasn't long before they made him a driver and he was quickly becoming quite famous.

Colt on the other hand she wasn't sure what he was doing these days. He left before she did, without so much as a goodbye. The events of everything hitting him hard. She had hoped he went back to school, got his life together and stayed far away from the lifestyle he was born into, the one his father tried so hard to keep him from.

Her mind took her back. She had just been dropped off for a date with Logan when a cocky jerk on a motorcycle started talking to her. He was annoying and arrogant but he was hot, and something about him made her want to know more. She fought the urge to push farther as Logan approached saving her from herself.

“see you around, sweetheart.” the man spoke, and she silently prayed she would.

“come on Ellie, let me show you around.” Logan took her hand as they walked through the cars and bikes. “Wow! This is amazing, I never knew a place like this existed.” She gawked at the sights around here. “It's the only life I've ever known.”

“Well, I'm glad you're comfortable sharing it with me.” She winked.

“Helps to be good at it too. Gotta earn respect out here.”

“You don't have to prove anything to me Logan.”

Logan arched his brow “Sure I do. I have something to prove to everyone, especially you.”

“Oh really? And what do you have to prove to me?”

“Well, I have to prove I'm worthy of another date. You hungry?” Ellie smirked at his words “More than you know.”

She followed him to a food truck surrounded by a ton of people. “Logan, my man. How you been? Haven't seen you around in a while.” they slapped hands and hugged. “Ellie, this is my cousin Vaughn, Vaughn Ellie.”

“Nice to meet you Ellie. Logan doesn't bring girls around here, so you must be special.”

His words making her blush. Was she special to him? She hoped so, the kiss they shared the night before still heavy on her mind. He was fun, carefree, Dangerous and sexy, all the things her father warned her to stay away from, but she couldn't, she got a little taste and she craved more.

After eating and Logan's run in with Kaneko he pulled her onto the makeshift dance floor. The base and lights pulsating around them she looked hesitantly into his eyes. “I ah. I can't dance like this, I don't know how.”

“I somehow doubt that. Let me show you Ellie.” He pulled her flesh to him, their bodies moving with the music, she was still hesitant. “Relax Ellie, I've got you.” she heard his deep voice in her ear. The music changed to a slower Rhythm, she let herself get lost in the feeling “where did you learn to dance like this?” She questioned.

“Around.”

“Around, like girls?”

“Sure, girls played a role. Mostly clubs, get togethers. Dancing is one of the only legal things i'm good at.”

“I'm surprised dancing like this is legal.” she giggled.

“Just because it's legal, doesn't mean it can lead to trouble.” he pulls her closer his fingers trail across her sides, across her stomach and back up to her jaw line. Their eyes locked on one another, she couldn't look away, the things he was doing to her, she wanted more. He leaned down his lips capturing hers slowly. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she melted into the kiss. Everything seemed to disappear, the music, the cars, the people. His hands gripped her hips as he pressed against her. She could feel his hard length straining against his pants. “Mmmm Logan.” She gasped as his hand slipped under her shirt.

The song ended, the sound of loud exhaust pulling them from the moment. She pulled away a smile on her face, she looked just past Logan as her her eyes locked on a set of dark brown eyes watching her. He smirked as he walked away.

******

“Mommy. Mommy.” She felt tugging at her shirt. “What? Im awake. Im awake.” she shot up banging her head against the overhead compartment. “Ouch.” she sat down holding her head. “Are you ok mommy?”The small girl giggled. “Yes. Mommy is ok, what's going on?” she rubbed her forehead.

“the man on the speaker said we're in California. Are we here mommy?” Luca bounced in her seat.

Ellie looked out the window. Sure enough there it was, she was home.

They exited the plane, and grabbed their luggage. They walked out to the pick up area her eyes scanned the crowd until she found him. “Grampy.” Luca squealed as she took off running. “There's my sweet pea.” He threw his arms around her squeezing her tight.

“Hi daddy.” she leaned in to hug her dad. “Ellie, sweetheart. Welcome home.” it had been a year since she seen him, he had finally retired from the police force. After the brotherhood he was never the same. Her father was a good, honest cop, seeing the amount of corruption hurt him more than he let on.

They pulled up to the house, it was just as she remembered it, The same with the inside. Her father had not changed a thing. “Thanks for letting us stay here until we find a place, dad.”

“of course, stay as long as you like, stay forever if you'd like.” he spoke with excitement, his smile reached his eyes. She hated being away from him for so long, she missed him terribly and Luca love her Grampy. “I know, no matter where I am, this will always be home. You know, as long as there is plenty of Bacon and pancakes for breakfast.” she joked.

“Pancakes and bacon. Yaaay.” Luca jumped up and down cheering. “of course, only the best for my girls.”

They got settled, and ordered pizza for dinner. Ellie got Luca to bed in the guest room her dad set up for her. Since they would be living in L.A he wanted her to have a room at his house for whenever she stayed. Ellie found her old photo album from senior year. She picked it up, running her fingers down the leather spine, before sitting it down. She walked down the stairs finding her dad in the kitchen. “Not tired yet?” He asked scooping a bowl of ice cream. “Na, jetlagged I suppose.” she grabbed a spoon joining her dad on the couch. They settled into a comfortable silence, just sharing the bowl of cookie dough ice cream, just like they did when she was a kid.

“So, since you're here in L.A, you gonna finally reach out to them?” Her dad spoke, still eating his ice cream. “Dad. We've talked about this.” She dropped her spoon into the bowl.

“Yeah, and you always said you lived there, it wasn't that easy. You're here now El, everyman desrves the right to know hes a father, and Luca has a right to know who her father is. And so do you.”

She ran her hands down her face. “I'll think about it ok.” She got up, kissing her dad on the cheek. “I'm gonna head up, good night dad.”

“Good night kiddo. I love you.”

She made her way up the stairs. She would go to bed, but her dreams would be haunted by the two people she tried so hard to push out of her mind for 6 years. Her dads words running through her mind. Luca had a right to know her father, if only she knew which one it was.

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#choices rod #logan rod #ride or die bad boy romance #choices ride or die #colt kaneko #colt x mc #logan x mc #fast cars and freedom rod au

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mvsas · 5 years

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Musa's Chat, June 2, 2005.

admin says:Hello all, welcome to our chat room.

admin says:Glad everyone could join us today.

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admin says:Everyone here is really psyched to get to meet her and chat with her.

admin says:I hope you all are too.

admin says:Musa is here now, she's just going to log in.

admin says:She's asked that we refrain from asking her any personal questions about her family.

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admin says:Welcome to our Magix chat Musa!

Musa says:Yo!

admin says:we're so excited to have you here.

Musa says:It's great to be here!

Musa says:Thanks!

admin says:I'll open the floor to questions now. Lauren, go ahead.

lilhaert14 says:y do u like reven

Musa says:Hi -- well -- I totally crushed on him this last year

Musa says:y'know - the bad boy rebel 'tude

Musa says:it kinda got me -- but I couldn't get a read on him

Musa says:and I am kinda thinking of giving up on him y'know

WinxKitty5 says:Hi! What is your favorite color?

Musa says:I think Red totally rocks!

Tgirl725 says:Musa, Who is your best friend at Alfea?

Musa says:Well, I hang out with Flora and Tecna a lot

Musa says:don't get me wrong, I think all of the Winx club are my bestfriends - but I'm tight with Tecna and Flora

nicole2005 says:what type of music do you like?

Musa says:I love all types of music, really - but the thing that gets me groovin' is an awesome beat

Musa says:beatboxin' and hip-hoppin' make my day

pokemonpetz says:wats ur favorie magi spell?

Musa says:I dig using my subwoofer blast!

Musa says:I think it is one of my best ones!

rockin-CJ says:Musa do you think I have Winx too?

Musa says:Yeah - totally! Everyone has some magic inside them. It's what can make your dreams come true!

Dreamer13 says:What's your favorite thing to do (besides listening to music)?

Musa says:Umm.... I like to hang out with the Winx

Musa says:but I also dig dancing, and I like to do yoga and meditate

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:what is your favorite animal

Musa says:I dig dragons -- I think they're way cool

admin says:I like Lions! {smile_smiley}

Musa says:though some are pretty hot! - hahahaha!

Musa says:Lions huh?

Musa says:Yeah - they're cool!

chibimoonemem says:Do you like the site and how it works so far?

Musa says:I love it! I think it's pretty awesome - and I love the boards.

Musa says:I really like seeing what everyone is thinking about

Musa says:and I like how so many people have made friends...

Musa says:and I think Lauren and the Mods are doing a rockin' job!

Catrina says:What's your fave food?

Musa says:sushi!

Tgirl725 says:Musa, I play the piano without lessons. Do you think that is cool!?

Musa says:Totally! I think that's a great way to develop musical talent

Musa says:A lot of really good musicians can play be ear...

Winxgirl112692 says:Musa, Do you think the witches have gone to far trying to steal Bloom's Dragon-fire and Stella's Solaria ring?

Musa says:Man -- they're always pushing the boundaries

Musa says:I really wish they would cut it out -- but they're so hooked on getting more power for themselves - I don't know if they'll ever stop!

spunky4444 says:what is your fave insterment

Musa says:Well -- I like most of them (as if you didn't guess that!), but I have a set of pan pipes that are kinda like my lucky charm

Musa says:and I like the drums too - I've got a little set in my room that I take down and play a lot

silkdog8116 says:what do you like more flying or walking

Musa says:Flying is way cool - but it can be more tiring than walking - so I think I'd say walking

blue_magic_duckieHey there Musa. Do practicing your jams ever bother the other girls?

Musa says:well they used to -- I mean when I get into it - I just let it rip y'know

Musa says:but then I learned some cool soundproofing spells....

Musa says:they made me a lot more popular with my roommates

princess_nova777i think your the best fairy! i love making winx books! you usaly are the star! {typing_smiley}

yasminbratz says:When did you get to Alfea and how did you find your powers?

Musa says:Well I came to Alfea for my freshman year

Musa says:as for my powers - I've always had them.

Musa says:Every one of the royal family had magical powers, so I got mine just by being born

Musa says:I didn't think about it a lot until I met Bloom

Musa says:who had no clue she had Winx...

Musa says:I'm glad I've got Winx though

WinxKitty5 says:Do you like beatingthe witches? Do you feel sorry for them?

Musa says:Well -- I have to say that it is great to keep my friends safe. But man, you gotta feel sorry for someone who can't figure out better things to do with their time....

popular christina says:is the head teacher still scary

Musa says:Ms. G?

Musa says:Yeah - she's downright freaky - especially if she catches you in the halls after lights out!

Musa says:Eep!

iamsassy says:who is your fav is your fav earth singer?

Musa says:I'm just learning about earth music right now

Musa says:again, thanks to Bloom - I've been thinking about earth a lot more

Musa says:I think there are some really good ones - but I don't have a fave... yet!

WinxKitty5 says:Musa, Is Alfea hard, or is it just like a regular school?

Musa says:well -- I'm not sure what Earth schools are like, but there are some classes that are pretty hard.

Musa says:But I know that's what makes it a good school -- they push us because they know we can do it,

Musa says:and that it will make us better fairies

chibimoonemem says:Have you ever been to Earth?

Musa says:No -- not yet -- but I think it would be pretty cool. Maybe I'll get to go this summer

genenedp says:Which witch do you think is the meanest??

Musa says:Icy really gets under my skin -- She thinks she's all that - but man -- she's just sad

storm19 says:what is your favorite claas

Musa says:I think transformations really rock.

Musa says:I love being able to become something else for a little while

dark evil gurl says:wich witch do u think has 'more style?'

Musa says:Well -- likie I said - Icy is not my favorite - but I do have to admit that she is pretty stylish - though Darcy is not far behind

blue_magic_duckie says:What's your favorite thing to transform into?

Musa says:well -- as a kid I used to transform into a cricket all the time.. and I still like doing it

chibimoonemem says:What did you think of the other girls chats?

Musa says:I thought they were pretty awesome1

Musa says:I know everyone was nervous before they came to the chat - but they all said it was very cool

Musa says:and that everyone was really nice, and pretty supportive

Musa says:that makes it a whole lot easier

GirlsRoc333 says:What is it like being a princess?

Musa says:It's cool -- like I always say - Royalty Rocks!

lovetoshop78 says:who's you're fave teacher?

Musa says:I'd have to say WixGiz - I think he has a pretty good sense of humour

yasminbratz says:What's your favorite season?

Musa says:I think every season has something good about it... I do love summer and hangin by the pool

admin says:Just a reminder to everyone that Musa can't answer everyone's questions. We'll do what we can. Just keep asking good questions.

rockin-CJ says:Musa do you think everyone has Winx?

Musa says:Yeah - I do -- I think a lot of people don't realize it

Musa says:they have no idea of what they can do until they try

Musa says:the important (and very hard) part is believing in yourself!

Chandra says:What's your fave song Musa?

Musa says:'Make or Break' by the group Fresh Magic -- do you get them on earth?

Musa says:They are cool

B-L-O-O-M-R-U-L-E-S says:What advice would you give a girl who's parents are in a divorce?

Musa says:man -- that's totally hard

Musa says:I think that it is important to know that it's something about them -- and not about you...

Musa says:and I know people say that all the time, but it is really true. It doesn't mean that they stop loving you.

Musa says:I also think it's important to have close friends to talk to - and talk to your family - 'cause even if they don't live together -- they're still on your side

kattymac says:what's your fave thing in magix?

Musa says:The Tower at the top of Alfea ... oh and I love the lake

winxgirl 818heay musa! do you share a dorm room with any of the winx girls

Musa says:Yeah -- I room with Tecna

Musa says:and she's pretty cool to live with

Musa says:she's pretty neat

yasminbratz says:Did you ever get in trouble at Alfea, Musa?

Musa says:oh yeah -- we totally got busted for coming in late after my birthday party

Musa says:Ms. G caught us and we had to do the whole school's dishes!

Winxgirl112692 says:Do you ever get annoyed with Stella?

Musa says:Yeah -- sometimes. But I mean - even your best friend can get on your nerves a little some times.

Musa says:It doesn't mean that I don't still like her.

Musa says:and I'm sure that I make her mad too

Musa says:I know I'm no picnic

chibimoonemem says:Are you a neat freak or super messy? Or in between?

Musa says:I think I'm in between.

Musa says:Though rooming with Tecna -- it makes even a little mess seem huge

Musa says:Now there's a neat freak!

Dreamer13 says:How was your B-day?

Musa says:It was really great! We had a terrific time!

rockin-CJ says:Musa do you think Brandon is Cute?

Musa says:Yeah -- I think all the guys are cute in their own way.

Musa says:But I'm not about to go after my friend's guy though!

rockin-CJ says:Musa I think your great

Musa says:Thanks -- that's totally sweet!

yasminbratz says:When is your B-day?

popular christina says:i forgot your birthday musa u maybe hate me by now

Musa says:It's in May -- the 10th -- so it just passed

Musa says:Hey no prob -- I don't expect everyone to remember my birthday!

Musa says:Though I have to say that the party on the boards was really sweet! Thanks

Winxgirl112692 says:On a scale from 1-10, what would you rate Riven on the cuteness scale? {tongue_smiley}

Musa says:Ok -- I think he's like a 8 --

Musa says:he would be hotter - but I take a point off for the indifferent attitude

Musa says:and almost no one is a 10 -- so he's right up there on my scale

Musa says:I haven't ever met a 10 in real life

sheatabb says:What is your fave drink?

Musa says:Gotta love the smoothies in the summer

Musa says:I think they're my all time fave

Musa says:I dig healthy stuff and also like doing my own juices

Musa says:Flora and I have come up with some really awesome recipes

b>rockin-CJ says:i like strawberry smoothies

Musa says:Yeah - strawberry ones are great

Musa says:I like pina colada ones too

princess_nova777 says:i luv ur smoothies from the fairy insider

Musa says:Thanks -- They're some of our faves too!

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:musa have you ever been to hawaii

Musa says:no -- I haven't been to earth -- but I have seen some pictures and it looks awesome!

Musa says:I think I'd like it there

chibimoonemem says:Can fairies catch the flu? Or other stuff like that? (I did)

Musa says:Yeah -- we get sick just like everyone else

Musa says:Having the flu is awful!!!

Musa says: There's a ginger juice that I make that is aawesome for the flu

princess_nova777 says:musa, u have good karma all around u

Musa says:Cool!

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:musa can you sing

Musa says:Yeah -- and I do it a LOT!

MagicQt13 says:o u mean ginger ale

Musa says:Oh -- actually it's a ginger carrot apple juice

rockin-CJ says:Musa I need glasses and Im embarssed

Musa says:oh -- don't be embarrassed -- I think they look totally cool!

MagicQt13 says:hey glasses are not to bad i had them and to think i am a goth most times

Musa says:And Stella says they're a total fashion statement

yasminbratz says:What's your most embarresing moment?

chibimoonemem says:I have glasses and they're fine.

Musa says:Ummm ... Well -- I was on a roller coaster once with this guy I had a crush on -- and I had too many slurpees and cany apples before I went on....

Musa says:well -- I was a little freaked out...

Musa says:and I went to scream...

Musa says:and (I'm sure you can see where this is going)

Musa says:And I hurled all over!!!!!

Musa says:It was totally gross -- and probably my most embarassing moment!

winxgirl 818hey musa what would you say 2 girls who are afraid to get braces lik me

Musa says:Don't worry about the braces -- I know lots of people who have had them

MagicQt13 says:I HAVE BRACES!!!!

Dreamer13 says:Braces aren't that bad. I've got them now.

Musa says:it's not so bad --

GirlsRoc333 says:ME TOO!

Musa says:In fact they get to have elastics and they can pick the colors on them

Musa says:so it looks really cool

princess_nova777 says:i need braces i want red

Musa says:they even do different colors for the holidays

Musa says:it's cool!

GirlsRoc333 says:Musa, do you know how to cook?

Musa says:Yeah -- I can cook -- I have a few favorite recipes

Musa says:Like enchiladas....

Musa says:I like things that aresimple to make

blue_magic_duckie says:Musa, do you like having Kiko around? Does he ever get into things? (I'm sorry to ask questions more than once, but I can't tell if they are being seen. My computer is a bit off today)

Musa says:Yeah -- Kiko is cool! He's pretty sweet and also kinda funny-- I think Flora had more trouble than I have ever had

Musa says:but I don't have a garden in my room either....

Solaria550 says:Musa,What kind of food do you not like?

Musa says:ummm... I'm not totally into escargots

Musa says:You know -- French for snails? Uhh... I just can't get my head around putting one in my mouth

chibimoonemem says:What's your fave flower?

Musa says:Sunflowers and black eyed susans -- I just think they look really neat

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:musa tell bloom and tecna and stella and flora and kiko i said hi and my name is alexis

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:bye musa musa i will miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ahhhhhh omg i love you

Musa says:They'll all be reading this later -- so they'll see everyone who was on and assume that they said hi

winxgirl 818yo M! whats your fav color?

Musa says:Yo -'sup? Red really rocks my world!

sheatabb says:What is your weakness?

Musa says:I uh.... I have a bit of a temper...

chibimoonemem says:I can restrain myself no longer. I must know. (You know what's coming admin.) Have you ever taken a look at the Starbucks thread?

admin says:There she goes again with the Starbucks thread. ;)

admin says:I love that thread!

Musa says:yep -- saw it! Thought it was a dangerous place to be....

Musa says:and I thought I had a temper!!! LOL!

mewichigotomboy says:have you gone on a date with riven

Musa says:sadly - no.

Musa says:I mean I'm not sure that he's that into me...

chibimoonemem says:You know you love me admin! {laugh_smiley}

admin says:That I do

princess_nova777 says:do u have some camoflage capris?

Musa says:yeah -- I left them at home though. I should have brought them to Alfea

Musa says:they're my fave pair

princess_nova777 says:do u think that this site is kool?

Musa says:Yeah - it ROCKS!!!

yasminbratz says:What do you like more pants or skirts?

Musa says:I think pants -- but skirts can be cool too

Musa says:it's just that pants are a little easier to sit and lounge in

Musa says:at least for me

princess_nova777 says:camoflage is my fave thing since my brother in law left 4 2 whole years {flush_smiley}

Musa says:wow -- that's a long time!

Musa says:I hope he's back soon!

dragonfire_girl says:Musa I'm alot like you except for some differences. my hair is short snd is always in pigtails that sick up on my head. My friends tease me about them.my style is the same as your's and I love music. I listen too it all the time.

Musa says:that is cool -- you know that they say everyone has a twin somewhere -- maybe you are mine!

GirlsRoc333 says:Hey Musa!! What's your favorite flavor of Ice Cream?

Musa says:Tiger stripe!

Musa says:by far!

admin says:Sorry everyone, we're out of time. Musa needs to leave now. We have time for one last question.

Musa says:yeah -- sorry I gotta bounce! so One last one!

jethechidna says:Are you excited about next year?

Musa says:Yeah- I'm looking forward to it. I just hope exams go okay...

Musa says:I'm a pretty good student, but sometimes they have really hard ones y'know.

admin says:Thank you Musa for taking the time to chat with us.

Musa says:Thanks! This was really fun

admin says:and thanx to everyone for coming out and making this another great chat.

chibimoonemem says:Bye Musa!

princess_nova777 says:bye!

Princess TruBye {bye_smiley}

Musa says:see ya! I think you're all da bomb!!!

Bailey8546 says:Thank you Musa.

SolariaPrincess says:Bye Girl!

Musa says:*smiles and dances out of the room!*

Musa says:*waving*

admin says: Keep your eyes open on the website to see when our next chat is and with whom.

#winxclub #winx #winx club #winxmusa

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7 - Houston, I have so many problems (days gone by - nct)

Days Gone By masterlist | main masterlist - ao3 link

warning: excessive use of italics in this chapter because apparently I felt like it and I've only worked on this during night hours and honestly it probably doesn't make sense because it isn't edited properly okay love you bye now, enjoy the chapter (:

Mark drowns his sorrows in T Swift, Grey's Anatomy and Ben and Jerrys and we talk about Johnny a whole lot and the pressures of school and life decisions.

I’ve got a hundred speeches thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

Yeah, after all this time, I’m still into you

Johnny was a good brother, just not exactly role model material. He was protective, but still let you do all the dumb stuff you thought of - like jumping fully clothed in the lake during winter or staying out past curfew because ‘mum will never know, not unless you tell her anyway’ - he was the one there to laugh with you, cry with you, encourage you to do stupid things because you have to live your life. Mark never really understood when Johnny would go on some philosophical rant about how you only get one life, if you aren’t enjoying it then you’re not doing it right.

He wasn’t constantly thinking about what to do next, how if he did this or that then this would happen. Mark was confused by it in all honestly, he couldn’t comprehend that Johnny studied for fun, wanted to do well not because he felt he had to but because he wanted to. Mark never felt like he made choices purely for himself, he did it for other people or because that’s what he was supposed to do. It wasn’t just academics, Mark was nice to everyone, he it his tongue when he really wanted to correct someone on their opinions (everyone is entitled to their own opinions but the guy was just plain wrong, zero factual basis for his arguments). Mark liked being in control of his own thoughts and feelings, he liked dictating his own life, for once. He just didn’t know how to regain control. He wanted to stop doing things for others, he wanted to be a little selfish – wanted to make himself happy first. He didn’t realise there was absolutely nothing selfish about that at all.

And then, as stupid as it may sound, Mark started binging Grey’s Anatomy. The medical drama was a major turning point for the sixteen-year-old (at the time), taught him about how he wanted to help people, how he wanted to make a difference to people’s lives. He remembers sitting down and talking to Johnny about it, about how he felt like he’d found his calling. Sure, if anyone asked him now, he’d tell people that he fell in love with medicine as a young child, always playing doctors with his teddy bears and seeing his mum go to work every day, not that Sandra Oh being the magnificent actress she is, made him want to learn more and more about the field, thus he pulled an all-nighter googling different medical pathways and finding what was right for him – and how.

Johnny was there for all the big decisions in his life. Johnny was there when Mark didn’t realise you were supposed to ‘come out’ if you were anything but straight (frankly, he strongly believed in the idea that no ones sexuality should be pre-determined and that no one should feel the need to define who they are - like that clip in ‘Love, Simon’ which prompted Jisung, Hyuck, Renjun and Jaemin all telling him to shut up when he went on a rant about how assuming someone’s sexuality is wrong and how coming out shouldn’t just be for the non-heterosexual) and in the midst of his first full-on breakdown over his burgeoning crush on Daniel from year 10 maths, Mark had said ‘he’ around thirty-two times, give or take a few (yes, Johnny had counted just to be sure), and only then had it truly dawned on Johny that this was it, this is the closest Johnny was getting to an ‘I-am-gay-and-this-is-me-coming-out-to-you’ moment. Honestly, it’d made Johnny quite proud - his mother was an avid supporter of the community and they’d grown up completely aware that any and all love was love, nothing wrong with any of it and those who believed otherwise didn’t deserve a lollipop (sue him, he was only eight and that was their mum’s way of describing people who were arseholes without calling them bad names). Johnny was there when Mark, sweating nervously and disgustingly clammy-handed, told them how he wanted to follow in their mothers (actually Meredith Grey’s, not that he was going to tell his mum that) footsteps and become a doctor too. Why he was so nervous, he’ll never really know nor understand.

Especially not when Johnny picked him up and twirled him around in a hug shouting about how his little brother is going to be a doctor, Johnny always was one for theatrics, their mum on the other hand gave her usual warm-hearted smile, said she’d support him no matter what and wrapped him up in one of her bear-hugs. She always gave the best hugs, they simply felt like home, like no matter what you’d be safe.

Jisung smiled, too young to really care and didn’t understand why Mark had made some big deal about it – “it’s just a degree, you could buy one online for like a hundred pounds instead”. Yes, Jisung spent too much time on the internet, Mark really didn’t want to know what the majority of his time on there was spent doing. Honestly, Mark had him pegged as some sort of edgy Tumblr teen running an insanely successful blog for a book-turned-tv-or-movie series so the majority of his time was probably devoted to reading (that Mark knew) and watching and then reviewing the episodes. It was somewhat worrying the amount Mark had thought about this, was he a multi-fandom blogger or did he just stick to one? What was he watching? Shadowhunter’s? Harry Potter? Sherlock? So, many, questions. But hey, it wasn’t Marks business to know. If he’d just asked Jisung he’d be aware of the youngers multiple blogs, one dedicated to his love of kpop and idols with dimples, the other dedicated to reviewing and just general chatting and fan theories about his favourite book series turned movie/TV shows, Mark wasn’t as far off as he’d like to believe.

With everything that was happening with Hyuck, or rather lack thereof, Mark was desperate to feel at least somewhat in control of his life. Desperate to feel like he was doing something that mattered, like he was working toward something. One thing Mark could always rely on is that all of his friends and family, among other things, would describe him as a workaholic. As much as Mark loved to attempt to dispute this, he couldn’t. It was the truth and being the emotionally constipated teenager that he is – what better way to deal with your emotions that not doing so and instead throwing yourself into schoolwork? Mark was a broken human in many ways, in many ways he was just normal. Just like any other teenager feeling like they didn’t have their lives under control, feeling like they had to make life altering and affirming decisions at the age of sixteen or seventeen. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t feel fair at least. It didn’t feel fair that he couldn’t have some cute teenage love story like in the movies, didn’t feel fair that he had to submit his university applications by mid-October when everyone else got to wait until December, didn’t feel fair that everyone else had their soulmates or were finding them left and right but he was stuck.

It was stupid and selfish but he wanted to feel upset. He wanted to feel like he’d lost something rather than just admitting the plain truth that Donghyuck just didn’t like him back. Not every love story was straight (oh the irony) out of Wattpad and not everyone got their happy ending, at least not yet. So, a very stressed Mark was free to wander mindlessly around his home, mind too occupied with some parallel universe where there’s no such thing as soulmates and everyone possess the ability to fall in love with whomever they wish. Not that that would change much in Mark’s case, but let the guy dream okay? Okay.

Johnny was a good brother. But Johnny was still his brother at the end of the day.

A brother who comes home for the weekend unexpectedly and so his seventeen year old brother believes he’s able to be singing his heart out to wildest dreams by Taylor swift, I break from crying over Mcdreamy’s death, with a pot of Ben and Jerrys fish food (yeah he was in full blown sad mode) in hand and the most over-sized hoodie he could get his hands on, actually wearing his glasses for once and well… Mark was a mess, in peace, but Johnny took the initiative of filming Marks current endeavours before making his presence known by snorting obnoxiously and crumpling into a ball (well as close as Johnny could get to folding his over six foot body into something remotely small) on the floor of their kitchen unable to breathe normally for at least ten minutes and unable to look Mark in the eye for the next two hours while keeping a straight face, as every time it resulted in him wheezing again and managing to get out a “Y-you, you listen,” another wheeze, “to Taylor, the Taylor Swift,” another, stupid, wheeze, “like queen of break up songs when you’re sad? Oh, Mark, where did I go wrong with raising you.” Yeah, not the most pleasant of experiences for Mark, his bright red ears clearly displaying his emotions.

He should be allowed to drown his sorrow in peace, listening to Taylor Swift (and Adele but Johnny didn’t hear his rendition of ‘hello’ so #MarkFirstWin) eating his ice cream and dancing around the kitchen. We’ve all been there and anyone who says they haven’t done some sort of version of this is a down right liar, or just really, really, lucky and hasn’t experienced any form of heartbreak ever.

Nevertheless, this is the same Johnny who then slaps you so hard on the back that it winds you, and then tells you with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, “Hey! You know what would be perfect to distract you?” No Johnny, he was taking the Taylor Swift route. Mark just shook his head, his ears tinting red at the memory of Johnny catching him again (yes it was three hours again) and how he would definitely be relaying the message to others. “Well, your uni applications are in, nothing you can do right now to change that. So, I wasn’t going to invite you because I knew you’d say no but now I’m leaving you no choice. As it’s Winwin and Yuta’s birthdays, they’re having a party tonight and you are coming with me.”

“But-“

“Yeah, no buts. You’re coming. Yes, everyone will be there – it’s a family affair. Even Jisung is coming for a bit but I’ve already bought him chocolate milk and put it in the fridge at Yuta’s place.”

“And you’re really going to let me drown my sorrows in alcohol after my birthday party?”

“Sure, after all, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Like Mark said, Johnny let you do the dumb shit. He’d help you pick up the pieces later.

Hyuck. Alcohol. Jungwoo. Alcohol. Yuta. Alcohol. Winwin. Alcohol. Jaehyun. Alcohol. Soulmates. Black-out drunk.

#markhyuck #nct fic #markhyuck fic #nct #nct fanfic #nct fluff #dojae #nct donghyuck #nct haechan #nct mark #nct oneshot #nct fics

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justdrarryme · 6 years

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do you have any shorter fic recs? I love longfics, but I've gotten to the point where I can't really handle reading fics over 10,000 words. it'd be great to have some good fics to read that aren't too long for me!

Certainly do :) Not too sure what you’re after Trope wise etc so I’ll try to mix it up a bit.

School for Magic of Seduction by skriftlig (Explicit, 5.2 K)

Summary: Harry gets a gift certificate for the School for Magic of Seduction. He’s not keen until he sees his instructor.

Divination For Dickheads by Seefin (General, 6.9 K)

Summary: It doesn’t actually turn out to be the worst birthday present he’s ever been given.

Pack Formation by Blunette (Hoshikuzu_san) (Teen and Up, 5.3 K)

Summary: In which Draco makes it his duty to protect Potter, and drags the rest of his friends into it. Of course, he’s only doing it for the sake of winning the game, nothing personal.

Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by loveglowsinthedark (Explicit, 6.2 K)

Summary: Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating.And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me.I drag Potter to bed.

Luck Is What You Make It by starlillie (Teen and Up, 7.6 K)

Summary: Liquid Luck. Warning! May cause giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence.Draco should really read the labels on these things.

Cold Like Fire by QueenofThyme (Mature, 11.9 K)

Summary: Head Auror Harry Potter had no problem with mandatory consent training for his team. He’d actually been looking forward to it, that is, until he discovered who the teacher was. Now, he had no idea how he was going to get through the training without throwing a hex at Draco Malfoy. Or a punch.

Ten Thousand Reasons Why Not by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) (Explicit, 8.4 K)

Summary: Harry and Draco are stand-ins for the usual witch who gives the workplace harassment and sexual consent talk to the Auror trainees. Or, a little tale in which Harry consents to be sexually harassed by Draco Malfoy.

Seeing Stars by glittering_git (Explicit, 6.7 K)

Summary: In a game of Truth or Dare, Harry chooses Dare and ends up having to Floo-call Seeing Stars, the wizarding version of a phone sex company. Draco loses a bet and has to work at Seeing Stars.

It’s Joggers Season (or so the Muggles say) by carpemermaid (Explicit, 10 K)

Summary: Everything about Draco’s life since May has been one bloody long exercise in subverting everything he’s known, that’s expected of him, in an effort to get as far away from the mistakes he’s made—the wrong choices he was forced into. He’s returned to Hogwarts to take his N.E.W.T.s and everything is different—namely, Harry Potter strutting around in clingy joggers that Draco can’t get off his mind.

Aural Gratification by birdsofshore (Explicit, 10 K)

Summary: Harry’s not gay – he just likes listening to exciting stories about Aurors. It’s not his fault that the narrator’s voice is so smooth, so expressive… and really rather hot.

Back to You by aibidil, gracie137 (Teen and Up, 8.5 K)

Summary: The eighth years make Harry and Malfoy go head to head and back to back in a question-and-answer drinking game. The worst that can happen is they end up drunk, right?

Kill, Fuck, Marry by lettersbyelise (Explicit, 12.6 K)

Summary: Malfoy leans toward him with a baleful look. “I do believe Pansy Parkinson, my best friend, paid you to spend the evening with me. It’s my birthday, Potter. So you’re going to get off your Gryffindor arse, and you’re going to dance with me. I want to dance. I want to win. I want that bloody trophy on my shelf before the end of the night.”

And then there’s this one, hot off the presses…

Sexplanations (Of the Horrible Sort) by bixgirl1 (Explicit, 7 K)

Summary: Harry’s willing to put up with a certain amount of injury, as long as he and Malfoy can keep doing… whatever it is they’re doing. Maybe. Mostly.

Especially if there might be more to it than sex.

Based on a tumblr headcanon.

Yeah, I might have gotten a bit carried away, lol. I hope that you haven’t already read all of these, love to you Xxxx

#drarry #drarry squad #draco malfoy #hp #harry potter #draco x harry #harry potter x draco malfoy #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #fic rec #justdrarryme #ask

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byrdwriter · 6 years

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The smoke curled upwards, billowing back and forth with the wind that pushed it. A stark contrast to the wildly dancing flames of the fire. The smell of charred and burning pine hung heavy in the air. The mountainside giving a view of the ocean, the sea breeze bringing with it the scent of salt and sand. The rocks on the ground were, squishy. Soft. Wrong.

Wednesday's daily post will be either an excerpt of a WIP I'm working on, or a writing exercise that I've done. This week is a Flash Fiction piece that I wrote a while ago, enjoy!

What Matters Most

“No! So close! Alright, alright, come on, show me where the problem is…” Sam’s muttering trailed off as he stopped the hologram, refocused, and descended again into the code scrolling across the control panel.

After a few failed solutions, and mounting frustration, Sam sighed and pushed back in his chair. Defeated, he went to find his wife.

“Did you get the problem with the fire worked out?” Mara asked, looking up.

“Yeah, but now I’ve got squishy rocks that I need to fix. And so far the things I’ve tried led to melting trees and the fire smelling like peppermint.”

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart! But you know that the boys would be okay with squishy rocks. They would be happy to go camping with their dad, even if the camping was just a tent in your workshop.”

“I know that, but I want to give them the kind of trip that my dad gave me.”

“I know,” raising herself up on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.

Stepping closer to his wife, his arm around her while they walked, Sam continued “I just have such a clear picture in my mind and know that I can give it to them. I’m sorry that I had to drag you and the boys out here. I should have just come by myself, you’d have more space, the guys would get a proper childhood, –“

“Sam, we’ve been through this. Besides, it would kill me to think of you up here by yourself, working alone while they grew up without you!”

“Elementary school drop off!” a tinny voice interrupted from a speaker on the wall. Two little figures that bounding excitedly into the room to each happily hug a parent. Ben and Jeff were identical twins, six years old, with energy that never ran out if there was something new to do or explore.

“How are my favorite boys?” Sam said laughing as he swung them in a circle, happy squeals were the only answer he got. They were best friends, partners in crime, and top members of the bedtime and dessert negotiation team.

“Okay, come on guys, let’s go.” Sam chuckled as he helped his boys up from where they had fallen, dizzy. After everyone was seated the twins eagerly started reporting on the day at school

“It was awesome!” Ben started, “Teacher One fell because Nate spilled a buncha pens and didn’t pick’em up and so it got hurt and that made it mad, well, as mad as robots can get. Anyway. So we almost got in trouble, but Teacher Two didn’t fall and so they started arguing over the trouble that we were gonna get and then—“

“Andthentheprincipalcamein!”

“Jeff!“ Ben complained, drawing out the syllable for emphasis, “I was gonna say that!”

“Well I said it first! So the principal came in and started talking to us about responsibility and picking up pens and a lot of other things happened like during lunch today when Suzy got her cupcake taken away by Teacher Two.”

Sam and Mara sat quietly. Eating, nodding and laughing while the boys continued to talk.

“Hey Dad,” Ben asked in “do you remember when you took us to the market on the top deck? That was awesome!”

“Well, hey Dad!” Jeff countered “Do you remember when we got to go with you to watch the spacewalk as they fixed the antenna? THAT was awesome!”

“Oh yeah? Well hey Dad! Do you remember that time we met your boss and he let us see the bridge and stuff? THAT was AWESOME!”

“Yeah, that WAS awesome!” Jeff agreed wholeheartedly.

“Yeah, I remember guys, why do you ask?” Sam said, perplexed at the timing of the questions, but happy that they remembered when he had tried to give them something special. He tried, but you can only do so much on a space station. So Sam did what he could, but always felt it wasn’t enough.

“Because we were talking about who has the best Dad in school today with the other kids and we both thought it was you – “

“And we were talking about when you had told us stories and played games with us and tucked us in and stuff and wanted to know if you remembered those times,” they both replied matter-of-factly before moving to the next topic. Mara looked at Sam, a little teary-eyed, and mouthed, “Told you so.” Sam nodded and smiled back, a little misty himself as he made up his mind.

“Okay guys, you’re done? Go get your adventure packs, I’ve got a surprise!”

After a stunned silence the boys the yelled their “Thank you!” behind them, running to their room to grab their backpacks.

“You aren’t waiting for it to be perfect?” Mara asked, holding her husband close.

“No Honey, they need you. Now go get ready, before they leave without you!” Late that night, after a few hours exploring, setting up camp, making s’mores and telling stories around the fire, the boys were asleep. Sam sat with them, the smoke lazily wafting upwards, the fire dancing, the pine logs crackling, and played with a squishy rock.

“No, you were right. They don’t need a perfect trip, they just need something that they’ll remember as a perfect trip. They need another memory.”

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