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ktheist · 3 years

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girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses. Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

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pynkhues · 3 years

Note

I hope you post your c & c Christmas fic! I am having a horrible Christmas alone bc of covid 19 and could use a little cheering up.

I’m so sorry you had a horrible Christmas alone, anon! And I know this is a few days late and a few dollars short, but I hope the first scene (and it’s a doozy of a scene at 3k words haha) from it helps?

I’m trying to finish the fic now, so fingers crossed I have it all up by tomorrow. It’s ended up being really long, haha, so hopefully people still want a monster Christmas fic four days after Christmas! 😊

“No.”

And damn, if Rio doesn’t pop an eyebrow at that.

“No?”

The question is enough to make Jane’s bottom lip wobble as she rocks in her galoshes, the sound of her wet socks squelching inside them making somethin’ in Rio’s head twitch, because shit – he’d tried to get her out of them at the back door. Tried to pick her up and cart her upstairs to the tub, ready to wash the snow Kenny had shoved down the back of her parka off, but she hadn’t wanted that neither. Had been content to dart beneath his arm the second he’d lugged Marcus up with his other; even more content to leave a trail of sludgy footprints behind her through the kitchen like she wanted him to follow, and he hadn’t exactly.

Or y’know, he had until she’d dashed past him again and he’d gotten a hand into the hood of her jacket.

“So you don’t want to get in there with him, huh?” Rio asks now, jerking his head back to where Marcus is already sprawled out in the tub, fuckin’ blissed out, his skinny arms slung over the rim and his body submerged in the steamy, sudsy water ‘til he looks like some eight-year-old mafia don. It’d make Rio grin – does – until he meets Jane’s look again, her bottom lip still wobbling as she furiously shakes her head, her rabbit beanie slipping down her icy wet hair.

Rio frowns.

“You ain’t cold?”

And shit, he knows she is.

Knows it because the second he’d pulled up to Glenvale Elementary School today to pick ‘em up, she’d been cold. A last-day-of-school snowball fight havin’ ballooned out until the faculty were left frantically trying to dry off forty shivering kids, and whatever, Rio had thought. It was good for them. Work hard, play hard gotta start somewhere, and he’d plucked Jane and Marcus’ tooth-chattering selves out of the fray and blast the car heaters the whole way home, but the second they’d tumbled out of the car, Kenny had thrown a snowball himself, and a fresh fight had begun.

And okay, maybe he should’ve stopped it sooner than he did, but he had Mick on call and the last drops to organise before the holidays, because apparently people buyin’ up supplies of prescription drugs as gifts for sick family members is a straight up thing (and call Rio Father Christmas, because damn if he ain’t deliverin’ on the fuckin’ miracle. Ain’t even price gouging, although that’s more because Elizabeth had turned a particular shade of purple at the prospect and he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he’d bloated prices, but - - damn, it would’ve put at least two of the kids through college.)

Point is, maybe he meant to pull ‘em in after half an hour, but by the time he finally got back outside it’d been close to two full hours and the kids were all red-nosed and tremblin’, their clothes soaked through, the evening just starting to yawn above them to swallow the last of the light whole.

“No,” Jane repeats now, sullen this time, and Rio feels his nostrils flare in irritation as he stares back down at her. At least the room is warm enough, he thinks, watching the steam curl the ends of her wet hair, the ebb of the heating warping the air as it pours from the floor vents. The kids’ bathroom is one of the rooms they’ve refit over the last year – a pet project of Elizabeth’s that Rio had found himself involved in, mostly because he almost got as much of a thrill out of inventing organisational systems as she did. The big, low white tub set back against the wall with polka dotted wallpaper above it, gold light fittings and a long, deep blue vanity that had as much storage as they could ever need. Still – it didn’t stop one of Emma’s bikini’d Barbie’s and a fuckin’ deluge of rubber sea animals from taking up space around the room.

“I’m a grown up,” Jane adds, sniffing wetly, pulling his attention back, and Rio’s second eyebrow raises to meet his first. “Grown ups don’t have baths with boys.”

“Om has baths with daddy,” Marcus says helpfully from the tub, and Rio gestures back at him, taking in the way Jane just huffs out a breath and stomps her little foot against the white honeycomb tiles and it figures, Rio thinks, that one of Elizabeth’s kids would end up with the fuckin’ stubborn powerball in that genetic lottery.

Figures it’d be Jane too.

“That’s different, they have to share everything because they’re a mommy and an od.”

At least the others ain’t this stubborn, he reminds himself, scrubbing a hand back over his head. At least he’d been able to pile ‘em up with towels and sweats and direct them to the downstairs bathroom while he handled Jane and Marcus, but then again - -

He trains his ears to hear ‘em – Emma and Danny’s giggles sounding through the floor beneath his feet, loud even over the downpour of the shower, and then:

The flush of a toilet.

Kenny screams.

Right.

Lotta other balls in that genetic lottery too though, huh?

He exhales sharply.

“A’ight,” he says, looking back down at Jane’s pink little face. “You don’t gotta share a bath since you’re all grown, but you can’t stay in your wet clothes.”

And it’s weird then – the look that Jane levels him with. Somethin’ too hard in the set to her mouth and too open in her wide green eyes, and Rio’s frown deepens, brow furrowing, because there’s somethin’ in that look that tells him this ain’t entirely just about stubbornness, when suddenly Marcus chimes in from the tub.

“Soup.”

And shit, no, they’re havin’ pizza for dinner – Rio’s already ordered it – but before he can say as much, Jane’s nose is wrinkling up and she’s rolling those too wide eyes and that hard set to her mouth is softening, and huh, Rio thinks. They ain’t talking about dinner either.

“Soup doesn’t have bubbles, Marcus.”

“This one does!” he tells her easily, and Rio turns to watch his son glide his hands through the bathwater, catching soapsuds, a too-innocent grin on his face. “It’s an alien soup. Like - - like from Neptune. I got abducted! I’m gonna get eaten! Help me, Officer Janey!!”

With that, he slides down into the water, flails his skinny legs up above the surface, fake yelling, and Rio huffs, exasperated as water spills over the top of the tub, but can’t quite hide the twitch at his lips when he sees Jane’s look tear – the urge to play too already warring on her face as she steps closer.

“No, Marcus! We can play later, not - - ”

“Help!! Hel - - blergh.”

Marcus splutters around a mouthful of soapsuds, and Rio does roll his eyes this time, grabbing a washcloth from the sink to wipe his son’s face.

“You gonna help him, Officer Janey?” he asks, glancing back from Marcus and they can all see Jane’s resolve weakening. She shifts her weight, puffs out her cheeks, and then, just like that, she caves.

“Okay, Sir Marcus, I’ll get you home for Christmas.”

And thank fuck for that, Rio thinks, keeping his expression carefully in check as Marcus grins in delight, squirming back up the side of the tub to make room for her. It only takes a minute for her to peel off her jacket, leaking freezing water everywhere in the process, and Rio edges forwards, starting to help her when his cell phone buzzes in the back pocket of his jeans. He pulls it out, checks the number, and hooks it under his ear as he crouches down beside Jane.

“’ey,” he says, and immediately he’s met with a wave of sound from the chaos of the mall – the tinny, tinkling melodies of Christmas songs and the thrum of shoppers, the distant sounds of static announcements and the too-close bray of Annie’s laugh, but it’s Elizabeth who replies, her voice clear and clean as a bell.

“Hi. Did we decide on the flatware set for your sister in the end? They’ve got one on sale here at this cute little kitchen place, and - - ”

Rio sighs, annoyance sparking at the fraying edges of his patience. He lifts up Jane’s leg as she dangles herself over the edge of the tub, pulling off one of her galoshes, and then the other, cringing when her soaked pink socks settle back on the floor, leaving a smear of dirty water on the tiles.

“We decided no, mami,” he tells Elizabeth over the line, pulling off Jane’s socks in one rough motion as Jane makes a grab for a rubber fish. “We already got her the - - ”

“Towels, I know, but she didn’t have enough forks for us when we were there last week, and if that’s going to be a regular thing now, I really think we should get her the extra flatware set.”

And shit, Rio thinks, moving to kneel so he can peel off Jane’s sopping wet sweater and shirt as she kicks off her jeans and undies, it figures.

It figures because Elizabeth’s been pressed about Carmen’s place since Carmen and Matt finally separated back in August, splittin’ up their assets and sellin’ the house. It had been a long time comin’, and Rio couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased about it – after all, him and Carmen hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye, but shit, she was his sister and she was a boss bitch, and Matt had always been the sort of belly crawlin’ fuck who’d soured at any woman who was more of one than him.

Anyway, it didn’t take all that much to figure out that Elizabeth was watchin’ Carmen’s marriage dissolve and her new life as a single mom with the sort of projecting fixation that - - shit - - just dredged up baggage.

Still, it was kind of fuckin’ funny too to watch Elizabeth try to help Carmen in the way she wouldn’t let anyone do for her back when she finally called it with her own dumbass ex.

“Yeah, those towels weren’t cheap,” Rio says into the phone, standing up and grabbing Jane underneath her icy arms to swing her into the hot water beside Marcus, letting her eyes slip shut briefly when Jane kicks a fresh wave of hot water onto the floor of the bathroom.

“Neither is cooking dinner for seven extra people.”

Grabbing his cell properly now that Jane’s in the tub, Rio drops his free arm down, grabbing Jane and Marcus’ wet clothes off the floor and striding out of the room, down the stairs and beelining for the laundry. He grins, pleased, when he sees Emma’s already put her own snow clothes in the washing machine, even if she’s managed to spill washing powder all over the floor in the process of it.

“One thing,” he sing-songs over the bustle of the mall behind Elizabeth’s voice. “Everyone’s gettin’ one thing. If you want to get Carmen the flatware set, that’s two things.”

And he can’t even see her, but he can feel Elizabeth bristle down the line.

“I might not be as quick with the books as you, but I do know basic math, thank you.”

Which - - shit, not what he meant. He grabs a rag out of the laundry cabinet, dropping down to wipe up the powder.

“Nah, you ain’t hearin’ me. I know you, Elizabeth. You get Carmen two things, you gettin’ everyone two things – Aida, my mom, your sister, your friend – we ain’t doin’ that this year. We decided that.”

Vaguely he can hear her sister laugh over the line again, and then Ruby say:

What about…

“No, I think she has one of those already,” Elizabeth replies, and Rio sighs, tossing the rag into the washing machine with the kids’ clothes. Vaguely, he can hear footsteps down the hall behind him, Jane and Marcus still playing in the tub, the shower a few rooms up, and he still has some business calls to make tonight, and damn, weren’t they going to figure out which presents were from Santa and which were from them later too? He checks his watch and frowns.

“Elizabeth, what time you comin’ home?”

“Soon,” she tells him quickly, then, to one of the others: “No, that’s too much.”

Suddenly, a cold little hand grabs his wrist, and Rio glances down to see Emma clutching at it, already decked out in her pink fleecy sweats and rainbow fuzzy unicorn slippers, which’d be fine if her hair wasn’t hanging wet, soaking into the back of her dressing gown. He frowns, pushes his cell between his shoulder and head again to pull a hair elastic off his wrist and tie her hair back up off her neck.

“Od, can we watch Frozen tonight?”

And Rio briefly blanches at that, but grunts in affirmation, letting her go only for Emma to come back and cling to his hand again, splaying his fingers so she can fit her own between his. He blinks down at her curiously, picking up his cell again with his other hand, because damn, it ain’t like she’s never held his hand before – she’s always been a touchy kid – but he figured she’d be out of sight the second he told her she could put Frozen on. Like she’s seen the look on his face, she squeezes his hand and sidles closer until she’s practically on top of his leg, and so Rio crouches down instead, lugging her up and carrying her out of the laundry and over to the living room, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as she clings to his side.

“Annie, stop it,” Elizabeth says, annoyance growing in her tone, and Rio rolls his eyes, depositing Emma on the couch, and okay, maybe the kid’s just tired, he thinks, watching as she nestles back in the cushions, her big blue eyes only half-lidded.

He flicks on the TV while Elizabeth babbles to Annie and Ruby in his ear, like she’s half-forgotten to hang-up, and he’s about to do it himself instead when he hears the name Dean pop outta Annie’s mouth, which - -

Fuck that.

His jaw tightens, loosens, tightens again.

“Thought we weren’t doin’ all of that this year,” he hums, tryin’ to keep his voice light as he loads up Frozen on Disney+ and grabs one of the blankets to toss over Emma, because wasn’t that dumbass ex of hers off in Nevada this year with his new girl’s family?

“What?”

And sure, play dumb, baby, Rio thinks, striding out of the room as Emma wriggles down in the blanket. He heads back towards the corridor, hearing Jane squeal somewhere upstairs and Marcus laugh as he moves towards the downstairs bathroom.

“Thought we had the place and everyone in it to ourselves.”

“We do,” she tells him quickly, and he can hear her moving herself, walkin’ maybe – her sister’s voice getting further away.

“We ain’t changin’ plans.”

Because fuck – they’re a week out from Christmas, and they had shit on lock this year. Had decided on that together too after the whole mess of last year with Elizabeth having to do the six hour round trip to take the kids to South Haven after Dean’s car had broken down (fuckin’ allegedly, Rio thinks with a snort, because he could smell that bullshit a mile away).

“The plan isn’t changing,” she promises, raising her voice a little to be heard over the roaring opening chords of Last Christmas. “We’re still hosting everyone, and the kids are staying with us, it’s just - - something’s just come up which is - - I mean. It’s really not anything you need to worry about. I’ll tell you when I get home.”

Exhaling harshly, Rio scrubs a hand back over his head again, and shit – if this means Dean’s comin’ again - -

He pauses, distracted suddenly by the sight of Danny bouncing from foot-to-foot outside the bathroom, shaking with cold in his parka and beanie, melted snow dripping from his hair, waiting still for his turn in the bathroom. With a grunt of irritation, Rio strides up the hall, banging heavily on the door only to hear a strained in a minute from Kenny through the crack, and Jesus, Rio thinks.

Teenagers.

He covers the mouthpiece of the phone, glancing down at Danny who just shifts his weight again, snow-pale except for his bright red nose as he stares up at him.

“Use our bathroom,” he tells him, jerking his head upstairs towards his and Elizabeth’s en suite and Danny blinks owlishly back at him, shivering still, and Rio jerks his head in instruction again because it’d be just his luck to have to cart the kid to hospital for hypothermia again.

“Is everything okay there?” Elizabeth asks as someone says is this all today, ma’am?

“Fine,” Rio says shortly, and then, just to annoy her: “I’ll tell you when you get home, yeah?”

And it works, if her huff is anything to go by, and then when he hears cash or card? his lip curls.

“Elizabeth, don’t get the flatware set.”

The last thing he hears before she hangs up is the ring of the cash register.

#there's a lot going on it which you can probably tell from this excerpt haha #it ended up being a bit plot heavy #and a bit angsty #but still v christmas-y #and of course with a nice big hea #the center and circumference #fic asks #my fic #welcome to my ama #Anonymous

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hamonsurveysoverdrive · 3 years

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Shiny

What was the last thing you spent under five dollars on? A Monster. How many times have you cried in the past week? Once or twice, not over anything major. When was the last time you saw a rainbow? Uh, does on Animal Crossing count? Because that was today lol Have you ever had feelings for someone your best friend was dating? Nope. Have you ever used your cell phone as a light source in the dark? Yes. Is there anything written on the shirt you’re wearing? Nope. Would you rather spend two days in London or a week in Finland? London. Where were you living in 1997? My hometown. How was your first kiss? It was alright. Do you still talk to the person you shared it with? No. Are you the oldest of your siblings? No. What're your initials? AVW. What does that middle initial stand for? Victoria. When was the last time you kissed someone? Last night. Do you regret it? Absolutely not. How long is it until your next birthday and how old will you be? About 7 months. I'll be 33. What was the last song you heard? Idk. Do you have any tattoos? I have ten. How would you react if you found out you were pregnant right now? I would be VERY unhappy. What's your mother’s maiden name? M. How many people do you know with the same first name as you? One, personally. Are you related to a Johanna? No. Have you ever hugged an Eric? Probably. Have you ever ridden in a car with a Brooke? I don't think so. Have you ever kissed a Jesse? No. Have you ever worked with a Heather? Yes. Have you ever dated a Ryan? No, but I hooked up with one. Which of your friends would be most likely to become a stripper? I'm already friends with strippers and ex-strippers. How long has it been since you showered? Yesterday. Where did you or do you go to high school? In my hometown. What's the nearest red object to you? Part of the hamburger bun package next to me on the table. Do you have a birthmark and if so, where? I don't. Who was the last person to let you down? Myself. When was the last time someone gave you flowers? Valentine's Day. Would you ever consider getting back together with an ex? No thankssss. Do you like it when someone takes you by surprise and kisses you? If it's Justin. Can you name a movie that makes you cry? Green Mile. What's your natural hair color? Brown. Do you sleep naked? Rarely. Is smoking a turn-off when it comes to being interested in someone? Nope. Have you ever dated someone who had kids? Yes, but they were my own kids haha What was the last book you read? I'm reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix to the boys. Have you kissed someone four or more years older than you? Yes. How about younger? Not 4 years younger, but yes, younger. Were your parents married when you were born? Yes, they got married while my mom was pregnant with me. Were you born before 1990? Yes. Is your hair longer than your shoulders? No. Why did you miss the last call you missed? I ignored it. Have you ever been pulled over twice in one day? No. When you need to vent, who do you turn to? Usually Justin. When was the last time you went to the movies with someone? UGH IT'S BEEN SO LOOOOONG. Are you comfortable in your own skin? Sometimes. Have you ever been told you’re a flirt? Yes. Are there any candles in the room with you? No. Does the last person you kissed have tattoos? Yes. Do you live within twenty miles of where you were born? Yes. Is it after five PM? Not quite. Is there someone you always call or text when you’re drunk? I don't drink anymore. Have you ever been engaged? Yes. Has anyone seen you naked in the last week? Yes. Were you dating anyone in October 2008? No. Where was your current profile picture taken? My room. Is your birthday in April? Nope. Are you a Libra? Nope. If you found twenty dollars, what would you spend it on? Cigarettes, probably. What's your favorite holiday? Fourth of July. Do you believe the saying that experience is the best teacher? Sure. When you’re at home with nothing to do, do you typically find yourself walking around or sitting about randomly wearing different clothing throughout the day, or do you usually stick to one outfit? Usually just one outfit unless the weather changes midday, as it wont to do in Texas. When at home with nothing to do, do you wear socks? No. When at home with nothing to do, do you typically spend your time in bed, on the couch in your living room, sitting in the kitchen or at your desk, or do you go between them all or some other variation? Bed, usually. What're things that you commonly do when you’re bored and can’t go out for whatever reason? Play video or phone games, watch Netflix. Do you watch TV when at home with nothing else to do, or do you spend most of your time reading? Both. What do you usually watch? Whatever I'm currently binging or maybe a couple movies. Depends on my mood. Do you wear socks to bed? No. What do you hate or love about jeans and sweatpants? I like how comfy they are, but there's like 8 months of the year I don't get to wear them bc it's hot af. How and in what situations do you usually wear them? Idfk, jesus. What about underwear? What about them?? What type of underwear do you prefer? Boy-cut. Is daytime television really starting to get to you and if so, why or are you addicted to it? No. You’re at home a lot when you’re not at school or working, aren’t you? Not really. What clothing do you sleep in? Usually just a shirt and undies. Is your bed actually a bed? Yes?? Do you prefer other sleeping arrangements rather than the usual bed and if so, why? No. Is your room a mess constantly and if so, why? Yes, because I'm lazy lol Is your new clothing constantly getting ragged and worn-out during short periods of time and you’re not sure why? Nope. How often do you shower? Every day or every other day. Do you wear a lot of make-up, some make-up or no make-up? Some. What’s your favorite make-up? Eyeshadow and mascara. Could you go out in public without make-up? Yes, but I don't too often. Do you do your nails often? No. What color are your fingernails? There's some tiny pieces of chipped charcoal gray polish lol How about your toenails? Charcoal gray, not chipped, bc for some reason it lasts forever on toenails lol Heels or flats? Flats Eyeliner or mascara? Mascara. Lip gloss or lipstick? Lipstick. Eyelash curler or tweezers? Tweezers. Vans or Converse? Converse. Nike or Adidas? Neither. What color are your socks? I'm not wearing any. What color's your bra? I'm not wearing that either. Are you wearing skinny jeans? No, leggings. Do you think you set or follow trends? Follow, I suppose. Have you ever done something just to fit in? When I was younger. Do you go to the mall often? God no. Do you have many friends? Sure. Do you dislike any of your friends? No. What’s your best friend ever's name? Justin, Kelsi, Krystle. Have you ever had a down moment with that person? Yes. What's your most memorable moment with that person? Idk. Who was your most recent missed call from? An unknown one. Who was the last person you called? My mother. What does your fifth message in your inbox say? My texts aren't done like that. Who was it from? -- Are you single or taken? I'm in a relationship. If you're taken, by who? I'm with Justin. What color are your eyes? Dark brown. What’s your favorite color? Grey. What song are you listening to right now? Whatever is on the computer game my youngest is playing. Do you like to dance? Sometimes. Do you like to sing? Yes. Do you believe in love at first sight? No. How about true love? Yes. Do you believe in bros before hoes? Ugh. Are you a whore? Nope. Are most of your friends guys or girls? It's pretty even. What's your favorite candy? Trolli gummy worms, Reese's. What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Rocky Road. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? Yes. Have you ever slept on your computer? Probably. What's the longest you’ve used your computer? Idk. What's your favorite smiley? Just the generic ones. Do you edit your profile often? No. Have you ever been in a fist fight? Not really. Do you want to? Nope. Have you ever thought about having sex? I mean, yeah. Have you ever babysat and if so, who? Yeah, lots of kids. Have you ever waited so long for something you wanted to happen so bad? Probably. Have you ever not been yourself to impress someone? In the past, sure. Have you ever done yourself up very pretty with so much make-up and a whole different outfit to make a guy like you? Not to "make" a guy like me, but maybe because I wanted to look pretty for someone. Have you ever betrayed someone? Yes. Water or soda? Water. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. Looking behind you, what’s there? My kids' dresser that I took out of their room five years ago bc they kept jumping off of it, and I just never put it back lol Have you ever been rejected or dumped? Sure. Have you ever thought about what school would be like if someone didn’t go there? No. Do you hate anyone? Nah. What’s your locker number? I don't have a locker. Do you have good hygiene? Yes. Have you ever danced in front of the mirror? Yes. Are you craving something? I'm already snacking on what I was craving, guacamole. If you could have one thing right now, what would it be? That lol Would you rather have ten kids or none? Omg, none lol Is your bed against more than one of your walls? No. What’s on your mind right now? This survey, the episode of Breaking Bad I'm watching, and my snack. Are you there for your friends? Yes. Who was the last person to see you cry? My kids and their dad. What do you do when you get nervous? Fidget. Do you like people in general? No. How old do you think you'll be when you finally have kids? I was 19 with my oldest, 22 with my youngest. Does anyone completely understand you? Sure. Would you be happier if life had a rewind button? No. Do you tell your mom or dad everything? No. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes? It doesn't. Are you going to get hurt anytime soon by someone? I hope not... This time last year, can you remember who you loved? Yes, it's the same person I love now. Do you think more about the past, present or future? Future. How many hours of sleep do you get a night? Not enough at all. Are you easy to get along with? I like to think so. Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? No, she's my best friend. What was the last drink that you put in your mouth? Water. What size bed do you have? Queen. Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in? Before, so I can adjust the temp before I get in Do you like the rain? I do, unless it's been raining nonstop, like it is now. Do you think someone's thinking about you right now? Meh. Have you ever been hurt by someone you never thought would hurt you? Yes. Your parents are out of town, so would you throw a massive party? I'm 32. Do you regret a past relationship? Nah. Would you rather spend a Friday night at a concert or a crazy party? Concert. Do you tend to fall for the same type of person over and over? No. What're you doing tomorrow? Hopefully sleeping in late, hanging out with Kelsi at some point. Have you ever fallen asleep on someone? Yes. How has the past week been for you? Not bad, actually. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes. What were you doing at midnight last night? Hanging out with Justin, watching Hunter x Hunter. What's your current mood? Good, slightly bored. Who was the first person you talked to today? My kiddos. Will this week be a good one? It's almost over, it's been decent. Did anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? Probably. Who were you with last night? Justin. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No. When's the next time you'll kiss someone? Next time I see Justin, which should be Saturday. Who should start the kiss, the girl or the boy? Jesus. Do you have any plans for the weekend? Hanging out with Kelsi tomorrow, hanging out with Needles, Justin, and Carly on Saturday.

#survey #surveys

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colesterstrudel · 4 years

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Late Nights/Early Mornings

Michael Cole/Reader: The new coffee shop owner takes issue with the noise coming from your club down the street. But that’s not all he has an issue with. Fluff bc idk how to write anything else anymore lmao

Tagging @paintedneverland @merchfreak @ilovesamizayn

One of the hardest things about owning and running your own club was that the musical acts you often got to play for you never knew when to leave. More often than not, you would have to usher them out in the wee hours of the morning, wanting nothing more than to go home and get some rest yourself.

Today was no different. The club had officially closed hours ago, and usually you would still be in the office doing paperwork and getting things ready for the night to come. Instead, you were attempting to get the band you’d hired for the night to finally leave the drum set alone. You were sure you could only take so many more random drum fills before your head exploded, but none of them seemed to be fazed by it.

“Let us know if you ever want us back!” the singer yelled over his shoulder as they finally walked out and down the street together.

You didn’t reply, just waved them off before turning back into the club to grab your bag and locking the door. When you stepped outside, yanking at the door to ensure it was secure, you turned to see a stranger standing at the door to the coffee shop next door, eyes focused on the band that was still slowly making their way down the street.

“Do you know how late it is?” He asked, voice cool as his eyes still settled on the rowdy musicians. “You should probably learn to control your employees instead of letting them wake the whole street up so late,” he continued, turning to look at you.

“Sorry, grandpa.” You knew it was late - or rather early - but sarcasm dripped from your voice as your eyes studied the older man. He was impeccably dressed, his salt and pepper hair cropped short. His button up shirt was tucked into nice slacks, a patterned tie around his neck. Vaguely, you remembered the coffee shop you frequented on early mornings like this one was sold to a new owner and had been closed for a week in order for the change to occur. You had to be looking at the new owner.

“Grandpa? Just how old do you think I am?” Now he sounded indignant, and you couldn’t help the smirk on your face as you finally stepped away from the door to your club and walked closer to the coffee shop - and the new owner.

“Old enough to complain about a little bit of noise.” You rolled your eyes at him, nodding to the coffee shop. “You open this morning? I need some caffeine so I can keep on causing a ruckus, annoying all the elders in the community.”

“The shop’s closed,” he answered quickly, turning on his heel and opening the door.

“That’s fine. I’ll just wait out here til you’re open!”

He paused mid-step, sighing. “Come on,” he grumbled, holding the door open and allowing you to walk inside in front of him.

“The old owner knew my order by heart. It’s okay if you can’t quite do the same, though. I know you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” The smile on your face was sickly sweet as the owner glared at you from behind the counter. He wasn’t even that old, you knew that much just from speaking to him, but you couldn’t stop yourself from poking the proverbial bear. It didn’t help that he caught you on a bad morning, when your headache was already forming and you wished you had been in bed hours before.

Still, something about the cold glare in his grey eyes was both entertaining and intriguing, and as he made your coffee, you couldn’t help but think about how they’d look if they were warmer, coupled with a smile rather than the grimace he was directing at you.

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You managed to avoid running into the new owner of the coffee shop for the next few days, the club closing on time allowing you to make it home long before the coffee shop’s doors ever opened.

Now, though, paperwork had taken hours to do once the last customer finally left and you were finally locking the door at 5:45. You stifled a yawn as you yanked the door, ensuring it was secure, before your eyes focused on the lit up windows of the coffee shop. The allure of coffee drew you in, even if you weren’t necessarily looking forward to an interaction with the shop’s grumpy new owner.

Even still, a small smile came to your face as you walked towards the door as you recalled just how grumpy you made him. Maybe a cup of coffee and a bit of verbal sparring would be enough to keep you awake long enough to make it home safely.

Before you’d even consciously made the decision to, you were opening the door to the coffee shop. It was empty, quiet, but you still saw the owner bustling around behind the counter. He was impeccably dressed yet again, but the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows and he had an apron around his waist.

Any question you had about what he was doing behind the counter when he had no customers was answered when he turned to face you as you stepped in front of the cash register. He held a cup in his hand, pushing it across the counter towards you.

“Caramel dirty chai,” he said, fighting back a smile at the surprised look on your face. “I guess this old dog can learn a few new tricks.”

Your eyes narrowed just slightly as you took in the scene before you, your hands already digging into your wallet for your debit card. As he took it from your hand, you noticed the name tag on his shirt.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed to be slinging coffee beverages all day, Michael?” You asked, taking your card and drink from him.

“What would you prefer I wear? Skinny jeans?” His eyes raked down your body, taking in your ripped skinny jeans before meeting your eyes again.

“Please, grandpa, as if you even know where to buy skinny jeans. Or any jeans, for that matter.” And then you turned to leave, ignoring Michael’s quiet laugh behind you.

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Two days later and you knew you were going to run into Michael long before it ever happened. The band you’d contacted to perform tonight had come highly requested, but just as loud and hard to control after hours as the one the day you met Michael. They finally left the club at 6 in the morning, stumbling down the road, and you took a moment to sit at the bar and take a deep breath.

You were exhausted, to put it simply, and you didn’t think you had it in you to spar with Michael, not today. But you knew he’d be grumpy about the noise and you needed coffee if you didn’t want to slump over on the sidewalk and fall asleep on your way home. Taking another deep breath, you grabbed your things and stepped out into the early morning.

You’d barely taken a step away from the door, too preoccupied with putting your keys in your bag to notice there was a man standing right in front of you until you ran into him. His hands reached out to grab your arms and hold you steady, keeping you from falling, and you clutched onto his arms before finally looking up at him.

Michael was here, of course, and beneath the concern in his eyes at your stumble was thinly veiled annoyance.

“I know, I know,” you grumbled, tearing your eyes away from his and taking a step back. “It was loud and annoying and don’t I have respect for anyone else on the street?” Your voice was mocking, even through the sigh you let out as you scrubbed your face with your hands. “Please, can we save the lecture for later? I just really need some coffee.”

Michael didn’t say anything, just listened as you rambled. With a small smile, he held his arm out to gesture you forward, resting his other hand on the small of your back as you walked with him towards his coffee shop.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to make it home okay?” Michael asked, all earlier signs of annoyance at the loud music coming from your club gone as he left you propped up again the customer side of the counter to go around and make your drink.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him through a yawn, waving him off. “I just need some caffeine.”

You let your eyes droop as you waited for your coffee, and before you knew it you were being ushered towards the table closest to the counter. Trying to shrug Michael off and ensuring him that you were fine was a waste of your time and energy as he refused to let you go until you were safely in your seat.

“You were asleep on your feet,” he told you, voice low as if to let you rest. “At least sit here for a while and drink your coffee before you head home.”

“Whatever you say, gramps,” you muttered through yet another yawn, bringing the coffee cup he placed in front of you to your lips. He laughed, shaking his head before walking back behind the counter again.

As he worked, your eyes were focused solely on him. He was dressed almost too well yet again, but you thought it suited him. Despite the jokes about his wardrobe, it was hard for you to picture him in anything else. You watched, distracted, as the muscles in his arms flexed when he wiped the counter down. Vaguely, your brain registered the music playing softly over the speakers before your head hit your arms crossed on the table and you were fast asleep.

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“Your coffee’s cold,” came a teasing voice from above you coupled with a fresh cup of coffee being placed in front of you.

With a groan, you sat up, wincing at the crick in your neck. “How long was I out?” Your eyes were bleary and you knew you could fall back asleep in just a moment, but the coffee had your full attention.

“Just an hour,” Michael assured you, sitting down across from you. “I thought it’d be best if I let you rest here so I wouldn’t find you laid out on the sidewalk later.”

“Oh, I bet that was great for your business. A person half dead on the table, what a conversation starter.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, it’s been a slow morning.”

“Well, thanks for the coffee and the nap,” you smiled, standing up and grabbing your coffee from the table. “But I really should get home.”

“See you tomorrow?” Michael asked, standing up as well to move back behind the counter.

“Tomorrow,” you nodded, heading out the door.

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Over the next few weeks, you and Michael settled into a nice routine. Now, when it was a little too loud over at the club in the wee hours of the morning, Michael would try his hardest to maintain his disappointed glare, and your grumbled “whatever, grandpa” as you snatched the coffee cup from his hand turned his glare to a warm smile. You liked it, you admitted to yourself, liked the fact that he was so warm and inviting. The anger and annoyance you felt towards him at first was melting just as fast as his own was towards you, and you were glad for it.

He had taken to showing up to the coffee shop earlier than usual, making sure he was open when you were heading home. And on days when you were at the club late, he’d bring your coffee to you. Of course, that never stopped you from stopping into the shop later when you were on your way home for another cup of coffee and just a moment of reprieve in his company.

It was working out great for you, this friendship with Michael. And despite its rocky beginnings, it was really flourishing. Already, you were too used to his presence in your life everyday, the warmth in his eyes when he handed you a cup of coffee or saw you off on your way home to think about your life being any other way.

And though you didn’t think of yourself as the pessimistic type, waiting for the other shoe to drop, you weren’t altogether surprised when things suddenly went south.

It happened out of nowhere. You were standing outside the club, talking to an old friend who had come by to play that night. Elias was talking animatedly with his hands, his guitar case slowing him down only slightly. He told you all about his upcoming tour, how he would be gone for six months. You wrapped him up in a hug, telling him how proud of him you were. He had been your best friend for years, always trying to make it in the music industry, and it seemed like he was finally living his dream.

But over his shoulder, you saw the coffee shop’s lights go out, the sign flip to closed, and you were distracted as Elias finally walked away. You wanted to go check on Michael, see if everything was okay but there was a voice telling you not to, that it’d be more trouble than you could deal with right now, so you left.

And when Michael’s face haunted your dreams that morning as you slept, you managed to push it aside. At least for now.

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All those weeks of camaraderie, of spending as much time as you could with Michael in the mornings before you had to go home and get some rest, all of them ended up meaning, apparently, nothing. Or as close to nothing as they could get.

You knew Michael was in the coffee shop, despite the sign always being flipped to ‘closed’ on your way home in the mornings. He never came down to the club, either, instead ensuring that the distance he created between the two of you was upheld.

After weeks of the silent treatment, of pretending that you didn’t miss seeing Michael everyday, making fun of him for his always meticulously coordinated suits, you put a plan into motion. You had a record of every musical act that performed for you, and if you thought about them hard enough, you could remember which of them were truly raucous, which ones could bring Michael out of the hiding he’d sentenced himself to. So you set about making calls, filling the club’s schedule up with the rowdiest musicians you had ever hired.

It only took five days to get his attention.

You invited the band from the first day you met him to come back, preparing yourself for the headache that was sure to come from their presence. Even still, a headache was a small price to pay if it got Michael to speak to you again. You missed him, which was strange enough for you in its own right, but you wouldn’t be the one to bridge the gap. If he wanted to act like a child, well, you knew how to play that game.

The night had wound down, the band still on stage, drunk and loud with their instruments. As a drum fill filled the air followed by feedback on the speakers, you held back a groan. But when someone pounded on the door, the grimace on your face turned to a grin.

“Do you know how late it is?” His words were out before you’d even opened the door fully, his eyes cold as he glared at you.

“I don’t know, grandpa, but I’m sure you could tell me.” This was the most annoyed you’d ever seen him, and you couldn’t hide the smile on your face. He had played right into your hands.

“Could you just once be mindful of the way your actions affect others?”

“Oooohhh, like you’ve been these past few weeks?” The words were biting, despite the cheeky smile on your face as you locked eyes with Michael, tilting your head to the side just slightly.

The silence stretched between the two of you for longer than you were technically comfortable with, when there was a crash from inside the club. With a sigh, you turned your back on Michael and walked inside, finding two of the members on the ground, laughing as a third attempted to pull them up. “Alright, guys, I think it’s time for you to head home.”

They filed out, thanking you for bringing them back and letting you know their schedule was clear if you needed them again, and then it was silent inside and you were alone. You were sure Michael had made his way back to the coffee shop, content with pretending you were never friends, like you were just some annoying stranger down the street.

With a sigh, you grabbed your things and headed for the door, ready to go home. What you didn’t expect was to see Michael, once again standing outside your door, this time with a coffee in hand.

“I think we should talk,” is all he said, reaching out to hand you the cup.

Silently, you grabbed the coffee from him and ushered him to follow you back inside the club. You made a beeline for the bar, setting your stuff down and slouching onto a stool.

“Well?” You said, finally, after the silence had stretched on between the two of you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Michael standing near the door, hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“I saw you with your boyfriend a few weeks back,” he said suddenly, eyes roaming the club but refusing to look at you. “And I - well, it doesn’t matter.”

“My boyfriend?” You laughed, shaking your head at him. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Michael’s eyes darted toward your own for just a moment before moving away again. “Oh.”

“Is that what this was all about? You shut me out because you thought I had a boyfriend?” You were off the stool before you could think twice about it, walking over to him, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Why?”

Michael closed his eyes, his head falling back slightly as he sighed. “I think you know why. Not that it matters, it’s inappropriate. I’m much too old for you.”

“Yeah, okay, grandpa. You’re acting like you’re in your 80’s, like you’re about to be put in a nursing home,” you rolled your eyes at his dramatics, stepping even closer to him. “And you’re so incredibly dense.”

And then your hand fisted in his tie, pulling him closer so you could press your lips to his. His hands were out of his pockets in a flash, settling on your hips and pulling you closer to him.

When he finally pulled back moments later, his eyes were closed and his breathing was slightly labored. “Come on, I’ll let you make me another coffee and you can tell me all about how enamored you are with me.”

“As if the free coffee doesn’t tell you enough?” He quirked an eyebrow at you, waiting as you gathered your things and the two of you walked out of the club.

“I mean, it’s a start.”

#wwe fic #wwe fanfic #michael cole fic #michael cole fanfic #okay i kinda hate it but also at the same time i do not so #do with that what you will #also pls maybe read it bc i thrive off of validation okay bye

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different anon but i would love that rec list you mentioned ....👀

ok here we go my most up-to-date and comprehensive newt/hermann rec list yet! combining elements from all the other ones i’ve made! this is in no way a be-all-end-all of the best newt/herm fic or anything, these are just ones ive remembered to bookmark--i’ll def edit and add stuff as i go bc i know i left a bunch off

for the most part they stay away from uprising bc i don’t like to read uprising compliant fic LOL

G/Not Rated:

Portrait. by VictoryCandescenceWe all know about Becket and Mori, the Last Rangers of Hong Kong and the late Marshall Stacker Pentecost. But Doctors Hermann Gottlieb and Newton Geiszler might be two you haven’t heard about until now. And when you hear their story, you’ll wonder how it ever stayed a secret for so long.

the future’s owned by you and me by kaiyenYears after they stopped writing each other, Newt and Hermann run into each other on the steps of Cambridge University Library. Quite literally.

The Love And Care Of Your Pet Kaiju Skinmite by IasNewt brings home a new pet. Hermann is justifiably horrified.

Don't Hang Up Yet, I'm Not Done by SmallishWormMasterOfTheUniverse“With all due respect, sir,” said Hermann, “I fail entirely to see any humor whatsoever in this situation.”“Yes,” said Pentecost. “It adds to the effect.”The world is ending, Hermann Gottlieb is a radio show host, and Newton Geiszler is absolutely convinced it all has something to do with aliens.

Alternate by perniciousLizardNewt accidentally ends up in a place that’s almost exactly like his own reality, with one major difference.

Operation: RTF by purpleeyesandbowtiesMako’s bio teacher is acting weird. Well, weirder than normal. And there’s a new teacher who Mr. Geizler claims is a college buddy, but there’s something about this whole thing that feels….off. Naturally, the only reasonable solution is Operation: RTF.

Hypothetically by supersymmetryAka Tendo sets Newt and Hermann up on a blind date because someone had to.

Mariposa (aka westworld au) by janewestinTwo years after his last encounter with the host called Newton Geiszler, Hermann finds himself back in the park.

D = V * T by seabassThere are no monsters, mutants, or war. Robots do not stand as gladiators against the test of Man. Warriors do not drift together, close in thought and will and action.There’s just a hole in the desert. And it grows.

there’ll be no life of crime by ByacolateAs much as he respects Stacker Pentecost, Hermann hates him a little for dangling Hannibal Chau in front of Newton’s eyes like a toy mouse on a string.+ the rest of the series…..!

Ships Ill-Lit At Night by Rikku (the same author has an excellent uprising fix-it if you’re interested)Hermann Gottlieb and Newton Geiszler are correspondents for years before they first meet, and then it is years more before they will admit to even being friends. Meanwhile the war rages, the monsters that rise from the sea surely too powerful to be fought with brittle ships of wood and sail.At least when the Fleet fights it, they must all stand together.

A Sharp Dressed Man by AveleraHermann’s latest book needs an author photo. However, when he’s given a makeover and a suit that actually fits for the photo shoot, his appearance is so transformed that Newt mistakes him for his (much hotter) older brother, Dietrich.Hermann decides to play along.

It Was Only A Kiss, How Did It End Up Like This by AnonymousPuzzler“Hermann, come on, I don’t have to be up for another hour, go shut off your stupid alarm so I can go back to sl—”Finally, Hermann had grumbled incoherently, shoved himself up on one elbow, kissed Newt full on the mouth, and rolled out of bed.Suffice to say, Newt was very, very much awake after that.

and i couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted by LvslieHe still smells like Newt; bears traces of his recent nearness. Clothes sleep-wrinkled from the proximity, from the way Newt’s ankle has during the night hooked around the calf of Hermann’s good leg and dragged his whole body seamlessly closer. Cheek half-flushed from the face unconsciously nuzzled his into the side of Hermann’s neck—evidence of his presence, fast asleep, as Hermann lay still and fretful for hours an end, staring at the ceiling and feeling sick with wanting.[An early 20th century AU inspired loosely by Maurice and Age of Innocence.]

Meet Me There Across The Water, And We’ll Start An Endless Storm by CancerConstellationHermann, an honorably discharged veteran has retired to continue working as a Keeper at a Lighthouse. It is perfectly solitary, and with little in the way for incidents. Newton is the sailor that washes up on the seashore after a summer storm.[Late 19th century Lighthouse Keeper AU–or the one where Hermann was an aspiring artist whose dreams got a bit derailed, and Newt is the sailor that needs to learn to take his time with things.]

It Was Love At Second Sight by rednightsHermann receives the first letter when he is eighteen years old.or: Kaiju don't attack the Earth, but Hermann and Newt still write letters, botch their first meeting, and fall in love, not necessarily in that order.

the truth about me (and the truth about you) by danimagusNewton suffers from a bout of memory loss and is told Hermann is his fiancé. Hermann plays along, to his endless shame.

Transducer by hal_incandenza (or: 1970s espionage AU)“I need you to hide something for me.”“Oh, excellent. Of course, Newton, please allow me to jeopardize my career. And yours as well. My pleasure. Do go on.”“Yeesh, relax,” said Newton. “It’s a personal thing, not a work thing.”“As if there is any division between the two,” Hermann snapped.If only you knew, Newt thought.

First a Darling, Then a Marvel by isozymeNewt runs a simulation given three constraints:1: Newt wants to clone a kaiju2: Hermann does not want Newt to clone a kaiju3: Newt is going to clone a kaiju anyway

Can I Be Your Memory by agrajagHermann suffers from amnesia after a bump to the head and is suddenly very nice to Newt. Newt is way too gay to handle this. And what will happen when Hermann’s memories return?

The Geiszler & Gottlieb Post-Saving-the-World Lecture Tour (series) by zach_stone

if you would stay In the wake of the world not ending, while certain heroes are invited to a parade of talk shows and press tours, the two-man remains of the PPDC’s K-Science division are scheduled for a series of guest lectures in a good selection of the world’s major universities.Newt and Hermann travel to from Hong Kong to Boston, and Newt tries to come to terms with a world that’s not ending and his feelings for Hermann that are becoming harder to hide.

find shelter somewhere in me“You ready for this?” Newt mutters as they approach the podium.Hermann shoots him the smallest smile, touching Newt’s wrist. “With you, always.”The Geiszler and Gottlieb Lecture Tour continues, and Newt realizes Hermann may not be coping with the aftermath of the war as well as he pretends to be.

Darling by BeeLoveIn which Newton rides Hermann for all he’s worth. Or at least tries to.

Our Breath Will Still / A Short Distance Ahead by irisbleuficThis story is a study in monster-hunting and risk-taking, professional and otherwise.

Problems with Local Denim Topology (accnt orphaned tragically)This is how, when the chaos of Newt’s life finally settles down into something approximating normal (one apartment, one nine-to-five job, one handsome husband, and no kaiju), he finds himself struggling to pull on an old pair of skinny jeans.

Sea Swept by cypress_treeA high seas fantasy AU in which Hermann is a ship’s navigator and Newton is found washed up among flotsam.

Surrounded by berlynn_wohl (all of this author’s newt/hermann PWP is like. fucking top tier.)Newt is involved in a teleporter accident, with sexy results. That’s it, that’s the fic.

Circumstances by glassfrogIt was Newt who suggested the handcuffs.

newmann drabbles & fics by skeleton_twinsa collection of short newmann fics

#maria's newmann blogging #ask #Anonymous

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The Family (their not ACTUALLY related tho I’llexplainintextshh)

Names: Luke, Alan, Scott, and Wyatt | Genders: Male | Ages: Unknown | Heights: Luke is 7'3", Alan is 5'0", Scott is 6'2", and Wyatt is 7'1" | Species/Race: Human | Hair Colors: Alan's hair is Peanut Brown (his hairstyle is Tapered Sides + Messy Comb Over), Luke's hair is pitch black (his hair style is fairly lengthy, curly/stringy and honestly it looks very scraggly, it looks like he barely e v e r combs it or anything), Scott's hair color is Ginger (his hairstyle is: Shaved Sides + Long Parted Hair), and finally Wyatt's hair color is Hickory Brown (his hairstyle is Cool Textured Thick Hair + Short Sides) | Eye Colors: Alan's is Denim Blue, Scott's is Forest Green, Luke's is Seal Gray, and finally Wyatt's eye color is Charcoal Black (their eye colors are mostly the way they are because of the colors meanings) | Appearances: Let's start off with Alan... he usually wears sweaters, turtlenecks or hoodies most of the time- complete opposite to the others for sure, he'll wear some ripped jeans to go along with them and some regular boots, nothing TOO fancy- he just likes the comfy feeling of sweaters/turtlenecks/hoodies n such mostly, he does wear them bc of that but also to cover up all his scars- I'm going to get this out of the way already, all of them wear animal masks tbh- Alan's mask is a mouse, Scott's mask is a bull, Luke's is a wolf, and Wyatt's mask is a Fox, Alan has a circle beard, Scott has a short boxed beard and both Luke and Wyatt have full beards. Scott usually wears tank tops and ripped pants, combat boots included as well, he's not really much for fashionable looks- just whatever fits and is easy to throw on usually, he also has a ton of scars on himself as well, the most prominent one is over his right eye however it doesn't seem to affect his vision- oh he also wears fingerless black leather gloves with spikes on them- I do gotta also say- Alan's a skinny not so strong looking dude, Scott looks a bit chubby but he's definitely beefy and could probs take out 5 people at once if he so desired, Luke is pretty beefy considering those kinds of standards- he doesn't look TOO strong but he could definitely take some people out if he wanted, Wyatt is a large chubby man but don't underestimate him- he can EASILY kick your ass too. Luke's main outfit is a long sleeved black t-shirt along with overalls over them, and he also wears combat boots as well- if he's not wearing his overalls- he'll wear a ripped denim jacket (a simple white t-shirt underneath it), ripped up blue jeans and- well- okay the combat boots stay either way, he gotta have those- and he wears dark brown punk rave gloves (I have an image ref if ya wanna see- just ask and I'll show ya) he has scars on his arms, legs, chest, back- and especially his face- although they don't seem to bother him in the slightest tbh. and finally Wyatt usually wears ripped denim jackets as well, again a simple t-shirt underneath, and his boots look more punk like than anything really, he also wears fingerless/knuckle-less leather driving gloves on both hands (all the lads that DO wear gloves have them on both hands btw), he also has a bunch of scars all over him but like everyone except for Alan, his scars don't bother him- in fact he's happy he's got them- its proof of just how strong he is. | Personalities: Let's start off with Alan once again, he's the surprisingly "sweet one" of this fucked up bunch- he's shy, he hardly talks because of that fact but also the... "outsiders" as his "family" calls them (fun fact: their not actually related at all in the slightest, they just... consider themselves this kinda weird, fucked up family if you will-), so the outsiders terrify him- he's worried they'll corrupt him or worse, hurt/kill his family, he can't let that happen... So, despite his shyness n such, he WILL kill someone if it means protecting his family but that's the only way he'll kill or torture e v e r, he's the sweetest one compared to the others however so long as no one tries to corrupt him or hurt/kill his family then he's chill, he just isn't good at conversations because of his shyness and fear of corruption, he does genuinely care for his family however, they all do- they'd protect each other with all their dying breaths for sure. Scott is cold, uncaring, and pretty much the brawn of this group- sure, Luke n Wyatt are also pretty strong as well BUT- Scott still counts as the brawn, he's completely silent- doesn't ever speak a word- he's not mute actually but he just chooses not to speak, words waste time when he can be causing mindless carnage ...so long as Luke or Wyatt give him the okay that is, he HIGHLY respects them both as the leaders essentially in a way, as for Alan... despite his cold and uncaring attitude towards the outsiders, to his family he is respectful and even... friendly actually- he tries to toughen Alan up on occasion- not because he thinks Alan is weak, he just doesn't want him to be... left behind in a way- he wants him to be able to defend himself if the outsiders come into their territory. Luke is cold as well, he also rarely speaks- only when he needs to truth be told, he h a t e s the outsiders but loves his family, he won't hold back at all most of the time when an outsider comes into their territory- Wyatt has to tell Scott to restrain Luke when it comes to them, he also tries to help Alan out along with Scott, he wants Alan to have not only a strong body however he also wants him to have a strong mind- the outsiders... he'll give it to em begrudgingly, their smart... too smart, they could easily corrupt such a young fragile mind like Alan's and he won't e v e r let that happen, he has a high respect for Wyatt, Wyatt is like the true leader of this family- and finally Wyatt... Wyatt is a fuckin lunatic im just gonna say that right now, he's mysterious and unpredictable- you never know what his next move is going to be no matter how much you try to get a read on him, he's v e r y cryptic with his wording and well various other things as well (he's p much the cryptid of their territory at this point), he's cold, calculating, and cunning- he's pretty much the brains in this here family, always makes the plans when outsiders venture into their territory, he's ALWAYS prepared just in case, can't have a n y o n e ...well, anyone that isn't w o r t h y inside... but to be honest, most outsiders aren't worthy, they aren't f i t to be let inside, those that are however... Well... It's best to just wish them luck, that's all you can do at this point, because after he finds the worthy ones, there's not much hope for them afterwards... | Side Facts: Before I talk more bout them, let's talk about their territory that's referenced so much... So, their "territory" is pretty much a deep part of the woods, they have a fairly big log cabin, its a very old and dirty looking house both on the inside and outside in fact, there's lots of things on their property, lots of it looks like junk in a way, junked up cars even, honestly- it looks like something out of a horror movie which in a way is fitting given their personalities n such, you can tell your getting close to their home when you see lanterns hanging on the trees and that's a sign you should turn back and r u n, that is... If you can, there's usually one of them ALWAYS patrolling EVERY inch of their territory. Tbh- their territory is also gated off anyways and for a g o o d reason, so crossing the gate is of your own free will- so you'd p much be putting yourself in harms way willingly so yeaaahh... Now onto the lads, what do they do in their spare time when their not patrolling or keeping close eye on the new outsider that wandered inside, etc? Well, Alan usually spends most of his time inside and reading or he's making and inventing things and new weapons for the rest of his family, he's always happy to give them a new weapon when one of theirs breaks down or help out when they need (but first, lemme say that their MAIN weapons they have around the property and like to use is, well... Alan likes to use a simple baseball bat, Scott uses a hook/chain, Luke has an axe, and Wyatt will honestly use whatever he wants, in a way- their kinda similar to slashers when they start bringing out the weapons n such), when Alan's not doing any of that- he usually explores the woods, well MOST of the woods... He's always heard from the others not to explore the d e e p e r parts of the woods and of course he listens despite his curiosity. Scott usually helps Wyatt hang up more lanterns on some of the trees bc a lot of those outsider nuisances for some reason grabs the lanterns and usually winds up dropping them on the ground out of fear n other bullshit, they keep those lanterns there for a r e a s o n... aside from that, he'll borrow Luke's axe and chop some firewood (they dont have electricity, they dont really care for technology or any of that), mostly aside from doing work around the property- he'll exercise more with Luke, carrying and lifting heavy objects- gotta keep their strength up, he'll also help Alan try this as well ...he has on occasion panicked bc Alan was struggling so much with one object, it looked like it was about to crush him, Wyatt has warned both Luke and Scott to start small and then go for the much bigger objects, you can't rush these things. Luke usually also does some work on the property, he hunts food more so for the family than anything, he's a good hunter and damn good tracker, of course- he uh, uses a gun for the hunting not an axe lmao, he'll bring back the food to get them through the harsh winters and just to get by in general, he's also good with telling which plants/berries would be safe to eat and which are not, he patrols the area ON OCCASION along with Wyatt but, his self restraint to go and rip them apart needs to be stronger in order for him to patrol- he needs MORE self control than that, like Scott- he also helps Alan out with not only strength of the body but also mental strength- he knows those... book thingies, albeit usually an outsider item- will help him gain more knowledge, Wyatt has told him however that, even books can be mistreated by an outsider, they take stuff for g r a n t e d... Which is foolish, but he'll still help Alan out himself as well. and finally... the big finale of this long ass post, Wyatt, the l e a d e r of this fucked up family... He usually spends his time outside, keeping an eye on the property and ready to help one of his "brothers" as he calls them (again, just in case its been forgotten, they are not ACTUALLY related, they just think of themselves as this weird lil fam) if they need, he's essentially the overseer of them and of course their property, he makes the plans if outsiders come into their territory OR... if their worthy enough, he'll help them... see the light so to speak, he'll help them see the true meaning... blah blah ya know all that cryptic shit, he's been to the... D E E P E R parts of the woods before, he knows a l l about it... He tries to keep his brothers shielded from it, they don't deserve to be put through a n y t h i n g like t h a t, he's warned Alan himself before too of course like "Now brother, don't'cha dare go wanderin' into them deeper parts of the woods, it ain't safe... Not for a young fragile soul such as yerself..."

#new ocs #my ocs #the family #wyatt #luke #alan #scott #some fucked up lads #you'll get the story that goes with em soon #for now read this #and get to know these babs a lil bit beforehand

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*just throws the whole Mun talks about the Muse list in here for Rokku bc OCs need more love*

mun talks about the muse

first of all, it has to be said that i love lucy okay. you’re the best. i’ll put some of it under a cut because it’s gonna be a lot.

✍ favourite thing about writing the muse?

their empathy and compassion. rokku is confusing and frustrating and nosy and annoying, but they care so much. they have so much emotional intelligence and they love people. their quirk has very little combat application but they somehow make it work, and they’re going to be such a good hero. they’re going to be some kid with a non combat quirk’s favourite hero and they’re going inspire them to be a hero too. despite all their insecurities, rokku is just so inherently good. they’d do anything for the people that they care about, and i love writing a character who contains so much love in such a skinny little noodle body.

👀 favourite thing about the muse’s appearance?

their eyes. those big old green eyes. they’re so pretty.

🧥 favourite outfit for the muse?

this emoji won’t load, but whatever.

for this i’m not sure? probably one of their ballgowns from the fantasy verse tbh. in terms of canon verse, i suck at dressing people but rokku has impeccable fashion sense so i don’t really know what their day to day wardrobe looks like as a result.

🌌 favourite alternate version of the muse?

fantasy, definitely. fantasy rokku is so much fun to write. they’re quite different to canon rokku, and i love all of those little differences. figuring them out is a lot of fun, but at their core they’re still rokku. they’re still frustrating and energetic and confusing, they’re just better at hiding what they’re really feeling.

plus, they have a tiny dragon that screams. how could i not love that?

💕 favourite ship for the muse?

i honestly can’t choose. i love all of my rokku ships so much, for different reasons. they all make sense in their different, varying ways, and i just. i love them.

💔 least favourite ship for the muse?

i don’t have one currently on my blog, but honestly the only ships that would be an absolute hard no from the get go would be with adults. i’d be at least open to discussing and/or exploring other ships, even if in the end they don’t work out.

💢 something about the muse that annoys you?

rokku has no sense of boundaries. because their quirk allows them to access anywhere, they just stroll on in to places. they have no concept of why anyone would want to keep something locked away because locks have never stopped them. i know it’d drive me absolutely up the wall. they mean well, though.

😈 worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse?

there is actually a whole future plot line that involves a pro hero rokku infiltrating a villain ring. their quirk is of value to them, and with their skill at disguise and the fact that their true identity is a closely guarded secret, they’re the best bet the heroes have. unfortunately, the villains have a mole and are well aware that rokku is coming, and rokku ends up being taken hostage and tortured. part of this involves cutting off the ends of all of their fingers, rendering them quirkless.

they get prosthetics - i figure in this future society, fingertip prosthetics would be a feasible thing - and although they still help out on missions where their hacking skills are of value, they actually end up going back to ua to teach. but yes, the worst thing i’ve done to my muse, although i’ve never actually written it, is have them tortured and made quirkless.

😂 funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse?

hmm. it still makes me giggle to remember that the reason that rokku is able to even fight at all is because they glittered bombed yamikumo - @quirkless-wonder - and so he dragged their scrawny arse to the training field. it was the perfect kind of karma.

💡 what inspires you to write the muse?

rokku is honestly just really fun to write. i initially wanted to play an oc because that’s what i was the most comfortable doing, and i just kind of fell in love with them. i love playing someone with a passive quirk who is still working to be a hero, and exploring the kinds of things they’d be able to do. pro hero rokku is a riot.

📷 favourite picture/screencap of your muse?

this one! i wasn’t able to find the original screencap, since i probably deleted it, but this one has so much rokku energy in it. when i think of them, this is always the first screencap i think of. happy lil noodle.

📑 favourite part of your muse’s backstory?

rokku never really had any friends until they got to ua. they were picked on for being skinny, and being different, and for their quirk. they were told that they’d never be a hero, because how could they. it’s this part of their backstory that gives them all their insecurities, but keeps them determinedly pushing on anyway, because they’re gonna prove all those people wrong if its the last thing they do.

📝 favourite head canon for your muse?

that they ask for, and are granted, exemption from the sports festival.

rokku is well aware of their own limitations, and they know that they’re never going to be the kind of hero that excels at something like the sports festival. it makes a lot more sense for them to not take part, and to keep their identity hidden. as a pro, rokku is a wealth of information - floor plans, villain quirks, access to security cameras - and they know that it will make them a target, so their true identity is very carefully guarded as a result.

aizawa is so impressed with their self awareness and pragmatism that he gets them an internship with the underground hero network, which is where they end up working as a pro.

😒 is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?

the fact that they aren’t really canon.

🔮 what do you see in your muse’s future?

happiness. so much happiness. happiness and a job as a hero that they love. they work as a comms expert for an underground hero agency, seeing the field as and when they’re needed. their work is one of the very few things in life that rokku takes seriously, as everyone that works with them speaks very highly of them as a result. rokku is an absolute force to be reckoned with - they have a niche, and they are very good at what they do.

🔥 unpopular opinion about your muse?

rokku replacing mineta when?

i kid, i kid. i don’t know if i have any? they’re mine. all my opinions are therefore simultaneously popular and unpopular.

💭 favourite memory of the muse?

when they were sad as a child, rokku’s parents would make blanket forts. they’d take rokku’s favourite things in with them and they’d feel safe there. they could talk, if they wanted to, or they could not, and it was always with the knowledge that what was said in the blanket fort stayed in the blanket fort and wasn’t discussed outside of it unless it was deemed necessary. rokku remembers them fondly, and at christmas they stayed at the dorms and built one for everyone. when in a relationship, they sometimes do it for their partner(s) when they’re especially sad, too.

😩 hardest thing about writing the muse?

i feel like this is a hard one because…rokku’s my character? if something is hard it’s my own fault. probably their extroversion, though. i am a definite ambivert and i have to remind myself that rokku doesn’t need time to decompress because being with people is what energises them.

⌨ what’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse?

i’d love to do more pro hero stuff with them. also just…i’d like to interact with more characters! i think that’s a common problem with ocs. i just want to let rokku love people and be friends with them.

🎭 how similar are you and the muse?

quite. there are definite differences - rokku is an extrovert, i’m an ambivert; rokku wears their emotions on their sleeves and are highly emotionally intelligent, i’ve got the emotional range of a potato; they’re very fashionable, i live in jeans and random t shirts; they’re very good at buying gifts for people, i suck at it. but we’re both excitable and love glitter, and we both care very deeply about our friends. we both can’t cook. we both have terrible sleeping patterns and rely too much on caffeine to keep us going as a result. we both have the best friends we could ever ask for. i think there are more similarities than there are differences, which is why i think it’s generally pretty easy for me to write them.

#leftoverquirks #the birb peeps / ooc #lowkey unhinged / akimoto rokku #//lucy ily #//this was so much fun #//i love one (1) idiot noodle

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strangely-amusing · 6 years

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Characters : Jaehyun x You

WordCount : 4,886

Genre : Romance, Teacher!Jaehyun

Note : Crappy title, i know. But i can’t think of any other words. Anyway, this is a repost bcs back then i made this into 2 parts (idk why)

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled. Your hair had grown a lot longer and you were very happy about it. You fixed your bangs one more time, and grabbed your bag. You turned off the lamp and left your room, walking downstairs happily. At the dining table, your parents and brother were already waiting for you, quietly munching on their toast.

“Good morning!” You chirped happily, taking a seat next to your brother. They all looked up and took a few seconds, deciding whether they like your new hair or not. Your mom smiled sweetly and bopped your nose. “You look stunning, dear”

“Aw thank-“

“Yes, you look stunning, you look gorgeous. But way too pretty for school. What if you get hit on??” Your brother exclaimed, cutting you off.

“Agreed.” Your dad shortly added, sipping on his tea.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a toast. “Come on now, You get hit on all the time. Its not like i would date everyone who hit on me.”

He looked at you weirdly. “Now you can’t blame me for my good looks. You can blame them.” He said, eyeing your parents. “And also, i can’t protect you from those nasty fuckboys.”

“Language, Taeyong.” Your mom glanced at him. She then grinned. “you should thank me and your father for your good looks. People spend a lot of money to get a nose like yours, Taeyong.”

Taeyong sighed. “Still, what if she attracts the wrong kind of people? I don’t want my lil sister getting hurt.”

You munched on your toast and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I will tell you everything!”

Your dad looked up and squinted his eyes. “by everything you mean, um, i dont know, everyone?”

You nodded, finisihing your toast. “Everyone. Friends, Best friends, Crush, Boyfriend, if i have one. I’m only gonna tell Taeyong though.”

“Come on now.” Your dad groaned while Taeyong grinned, giving you two thumbs up. Your dad glared at Taeyong and gave him a frown. “I expect you to tell me everything.”

Taeyong smiled and shook his head. “Nope.”

In which you cheered and gave him a hi-5. Your dad’s face fell and his jaw dropped. He then glanced at your mom, hoping for her support. Without looking up from her breakfast, she shortly said, “Darling, they are young and you should let them be free.”

“That’s exactly why! They’re young and dumb!” Your dad said, frowning. You and Taeyong looked at him, dramatically gasping. “Dad!!!”

“Taeyong is turning 24 this year, And he graduated from the best university in this country and he just got a job at one of the best company out there, and y/n is turning 21 in a few months, also in the best university in this country. So what’s your point?” Your mom deadpanned, looking at him with her eyebrow furrowed. You and Taeyong grinned widely, giving two thumbs up for your mom.

Your dad frowned, unable to argue. ”…….Fine.”

You and Taeyong grinned at each other. Your dad frowned and continued to eat, mumbling about how both of you were “too young” for everything.

Your mom chuckled and got up to give him a kiss on his cheeks. “They’re not children anymore, They’re old enough to make their own decisions.” She said softly.

Your dad sighed, glancing at you and taeyong. “I guess you’re right. But still, you two have to tell me about your current boyfriend and girlfriend, alright?”

“Sir yes sir!” You chirped, doing a salute. Taeyong laughed yet he copied your moves. Your parents chuckled, shaking their heads. Your mom gathered the dirty plates and put them in the dishwasher. “y/n you should get going, your class starts at 10 right?”

You glanced at the clock and nodded at Taeyong. “Come on!”

Taeyong got up from his seat and grabbed his keys. “You know, i always drive you to college And yet you never give me anything in return.”

You put on your shoes and looked at him. “I bake you cakes.”

“I know, but can you maybe, uh i dont know, give your brother a hug or something?” He said, giving you big puppy eyes. You chuckled and stood up. “What is wrong with you today?”

You tiptoed and hugged him tight. “There. Now lets go, I’m gonna be late.”

Taeyong grinned and pulled you outside. “Lets go! Mom! Dad! We’re leaving!”

“Be careful! Don’t speed up!”

Was the last thing you heard before getting in the car.

♡

The ride was mostly silent, mainly because of Taeyong was focused on the road and didn’t want any distractions. You were excited to see your friends. You haven’t gotten the chance to spend your holiday with them as you were busy with yourself the past month. You were trying to lose some weight, to make your skin smooth, to make yourself happy. You weren’t overweight before, but you were definitely not slim either. Your skin wasn’t dry or oily, but you used to have acnes here and there. You were very happy and satisfied with yourself for being able to do things that would make yourself confident.

Now that college has started, You were excited to see what your friends’ reaction about your physical changes. You were also excited to see his reaction.

You walked slowly in the midst of the crowd, being careful not to drop anything or bump into someone. Some people greeted you, some even tried to flirt, and you replied them politely, only thinking about a certain male. You successfully walked past the crowd, and went straight to your class. The class was empty, except for Hani, your bestfriend, sitting in the back of the class. She looked up and her eyes shone. “y/n!”

You gave her a wide smile and walked up to her seat. She immediately stood up and hugged you tight. “I miss you!!!”

You chuckled, feeling a tiny bit embarrassed because people are starting to enter the class. “I miss you too!”

She then let go and looked at you, from your head to your toe and then back to your head. “you gotta tell me what the heck did you do because you look drop dead gorgeous”

“Actually I-“

“I mean you look hot before but now you’re like, so freaking hot??” Hani cut you off, shamelessly checking you out.

You chuckled, blushing a little bit because she was being too loud. “yea i’ve been working on it the past month.

She smirked and then whispered. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

You blushed, a certain male popped into your head. “I’m scared though. What if he thinks i’m ugly??or if my bangs are weird?”

Hani looked at you weirdly for a few seconds before hitting your head lightly. “Have you seen yourself? You look gorgeous. You’ve got to change that mind set. Be confident”

You rolled your eyes, but she was right. You have to be confident. “Kay, im gonna sit in the front. you coming?”

She shook his head. “Nope. I’m planning to take a nap.”

You chuckled at her response, and then walked to the front of the class. You chose the chair that was the nearest to the teacher’s desk. It was your unassigned assigned seat. You sat down and put your bag down, only pulling out your notebook and a black pen.

You patiently waited, seeing students started to fill up the class. By the time the clocks struck at 9.50, the class was already full. You watched the door as your heart started to beat faster, expecting a certain someone to walk in.

At exactly 10 AM, The person you were waiting for finally walked in. He was wearing a white button down shirt and black skinny jeans. His usual curly brown hair was now gone, replaced by a short jet black hair. He was gorgeous.

“Good morning class!” His deep smooth voice immediately rang through your ears. You can hear the students replying his greetings, but you stayed silent, eyes glued to the figure in front of you. You failed to notice the way he furrowed his eyebrow at you.

“Good morning, y/n. Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, grinning at you. You immediately snapped out of your thoughts, and blushed. “Good morning, Mr. Jung”

He chuckled and whispered not so quietly. “Its Jaehyun oppa for you.”

The class started to cheer, some people cooed. You were blushing so hard that you were sure you looked like a boiled crab. Jaehyun saw your blushing face and laughed. “I was just kidding, y/n. Your face is so red right now.”

You nodded, still unable to control your blushing. Jaehyun then chuckled some more. He then bent down to your level and whispered, quietly this time, “I’m sorry, y/n. But you look so cute that i cant help it.”

You looked up at him, surprised. His face seems a bit different from usual, his cheeks seemed a bit pink. He quickly turned his expression back to a straight one, cheeks no longer pink. He then stood back up and went to his desk.

“Now that you’re all smiling, i can begin the lecture much easier.” He said, grinning widely. There were still some groans, but you could hardly hear it. You were so confused by what he had said. He really thinks i’m cute? Or was it another joke to make the situation better? But i swear i can see him blushing? Or was it only my imagination?

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts as he began the lecture, His deep voice always getting your attention. Mr. Jung Jaehyun was one of the youngest lecturer at the age of 24, only 2 years older than you. And he was one of the hottest too. He was friendly and easygoing, and almost everyone fall for him. Including you. You knew it wasn’t the brightest idea to fall in love with your lecturer, but you just can't resist his angelic smile.

Hours went by, without you know it, the class was coming to an end. By the time he glanced at his watch, you couldn’t help but to feel disappointed.

“Okay, that’s it for today. I’ll see you guys on Friday. Remember to complete and bring the worksheet okay?”

“Okay Mr. Jung.” The class automatically replied. They started to pack up their bags, some already left the class. You had no class after this, so you took your time and packed up your things slowly. Hani walked to your seat, only to give you a wink and a knowing smirk, and then left. By the time you were done, the class was already empty. Except for you, and ofcourse, Mr. Jung Jaehyun.

You weren’t planning to make any moves today, what happened this morning was enough for you. You had been quiet the whole time he was giving lectures, which was unusual for you. You usually raise your hand a couple of times, mainly because of you actually want to ask, or just trying to get his attention. Today, however, was different. He jokes around a lot, but never these kind of jokes. And yes, although he had been so soft and caring towards you, It wasn’t usual for him to casually make that kind of joke towards his students. Especially you. He usually starts the class with a simple greeting and a sweet smile, and that’s it. You were thinking about it the whole time he was giving his lectures. Was it because of your new looks? Was your hair odd or something?

Your train of thoughts disappeared as someone ruffled your hair. You quickly looked up, only to meet the most beautiful pair of eyes gazing back at you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about this morning. You were quiet and a little bit pale so I thought you were nervous.” Jaehyun said apologetically, his lips pressed into a thin line. You could smell his cologne, and it was enticing. You realized he was still waiting for your answer so you pinched your thigh so you can stop daydreaming about the same man that was standing right in front of you.

“O-Oh, its alright, Mr. Jung. You’re not wrong, I was a little bit nervous this morning. Thanks for noticing, though.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile. He gave you a worried look and crouched down to match your eye level. He tilted his head to get a better look of your face. “But why? You have been in my class for the past 3 years, and your grades were great.There’s nothing to worry about.”

You bit your lips and looked down, unsure what to say. You were trying your best not to blush, by thinking it was Taeyong in front of you, instead of him. It worked, though. “Um, I think its because of today is the first day of college after holiday? And also, its my last year here..”

You mentally slapped yourself for that lame excuse. But it seemed like it works. Jaehyun nodded, and stood up. You were a little bit disappointed because now that he was standing, it means that the conversation was going to end.

“Okay, I guess you’re right. I was a bit nervous today too, you know? So you’re not the only one.” He chuckled, walking back to his desk. You stared at him weirdly. “But why?”

“Because I have finally gathered all my courage to make a move on the girl of my dream this year.” He said, smiling widely as he gathers his things. His smile was so bright, that it broke your heart. It made you sad to know that there was someone out there that made him smile so bright. And that ‘someone’ wasn’t you.

You felt a pang in your heart as you tried to smile with him. “Really? That’s great, Mr. Jung.”

It sounded so small and pathetic, but that was the best that you can do. Jaehyun immediately looked up at the tone you were using, his eyes wide at the sight of the tears that were threatening to fall down anytime.

You know that he can practically see your red eyes, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, but there was nothing you can do. You wanted to leave the room as soon as possible, as you weren’t able to hold it any longer.

“y/n, I didn’t-“

“I’m sorry Mr. Jung, but my brother is waiting for me outside. See you on Friday.” You quickly said, rushing out of the class before he can even reply. Taeyong didn’t pick you up, you lied. You didn’t look back, and went straight outside.

By the time you arrived at the bus stop, tears were already streaming down your face. You grabbed a pack of tissue from your pocket and carefully dabbed your eyes with it.

The girl of his dream… is it another teacher? Of course it is. Who? Is it Ms. Lee? She’s young and pretty…Or maybe its Ms. Park? Hani said she once saw them in a coffee shop together…

You quickly snapped out of your thought as the bus you were waiting for finally arrived. You got on the bus and sat in the back of the bus. As you got closer to your home, you realized that you couldn’t go home like this. Taeyong will freak out if he sees you like this.

You got off the bus, thinking where you should go.

Maybe walking a bit slower than usual will do the trick.

After walking 15 minutes from the bus stop, you sighed. Walking slowly would only get you to think about what happened today. And you have always hated slow walking.

With that, you continued to walk in a rather fast pace and arrived at your home in less than 10 minutes. You saw Taeyong’s car parked in front of the house, gulping slightly. Its 2 PM, why is he home already?

You took a mirror from your bag and checked your appearance. Your eyes were still a little bit puffy, but there were no tears. That’s good enough for now.

Taking a deep breath, You slowly entered the house. No signs of Taeyong. “Thank god…”

“Thank god for what??”

You squealed In surprise, clutching your heart as you turn around to face Taeyong. He was looking at you weirdly, his eyebrow furrowed.

“Um… thank god it wasn’t hot outside?” You quietly answered, hoping that he’ll let it go. He did, and left to the kitchen without another word. You sighed in relief, and went upstairs.

You entered your room and locked the door. You put your bag on the floor and changed into more comfortable clothing, sighing in relief as you finally take off that skinny jeans. Plopping down onto the bed, you let your mind wanders.

You unconsciously smiled as you remembered Jaehyun’s compliment this morning, wanting nothing more than to hear it over and over again. But the tears started to come back as you recalled his smile when he thought about his “dream girl”.

How can i not know this before?

It had been 2 years since you started to have these feelings for him, 2 years since you started to have late night thoughts about him. you had been searching facts about him, his birthday, his favourite song, his hobby. Obviously, you didn’t do enough research because until this day, you still haven’t found out about his status. He wasn’t married, but you didn’t know if he had a girlfriend.

Taeyong is going to turn 24… and yet he is still single…Jaehyun is the same age as Taeyong, so maybe he is still single too?

You sighed as you realized that it was a dumb assumption. the tears kept falling down, so you closed your eyes, hoping that when you wake up, none of these things had happened.

♡

It had been days after the incident, and without you know it, it was already Friday. You haven’t gotten much sleep, your mind refused to stop thinking about that incident. You haven’t eaten a proper meal too since that day, only eating ramyeon every night.

Your class started at 3 PM, so you don’t have to wake up early and pretend to be happy and excited in front of your family like how you did for these past 3 days. The house was empty the moment you came out of your room, no signs of your parents, no signs of Taeyong either. You eyed the sandwich that your mom made for you. You didn’t feel like eating, so you put the sandwich in the fridge for later.

You sighed, not wanting to meet Jaehyun and his stupid smile. Yes, for the past 3 days you have met him several times, but all those times consist of Jaehyun trying to talk to you, and you running away. It was stupid because you were still going to meet him anyway. This was your last year, you can’t just miss all of his class and still hope you’ll get a good gpa. You thought about him all the time after that incident, and decided that he was not worth your precious time. You should be spending your last year in college studying, and going out occasionally with your friend.

You arrived only a minute before 3 PM, and immediately took a seat in the back of the class, next to Hani. She looked at your eyebags, and then your small wrists. “Are you okay? You look like youre about to faint anytime now.”

You nodded, pulling out your book and your pen. “I’m fine. I guess this is what heartbreak looks like.”

She was about to say something but his voice cut her off.

“Good morning class!” He greeted loudly, walking towards his desk. His hair looked a little bit messy, and there was something off about him. Nonetheless, he still had a smile on his face, although it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Good morning Mr. Jung” the students replied just as loud. You looked down, trying to hide your face so he won’t notice you. You could feel his gaze on you, but you ignored him as you pretended to write something on your notebook.

“I really hope that you all have done your work, because i’m going to collect those in a minute.” He said, not a single emotion on his face. You tried to peek and you regretted doing exactly that in an instant.

He was looking at you with the softest gaze you have ever seen, his beautiful dark brown orbs glistened under the sun’s bright light.

Even though the eye contact only lasted for a few seconds, it almost felt like he read you. You broke the eye contact first, feeling like you would burst in tears if you keep staring.

Jaehyun then started to collect the worksheets, one by one. It made you nervous, because you will have to face him. As he got closer, the more nervous you became. You were not sure what made you nervous. Maybe because you were scared you would do something stupid, Or maybe you were just not strong enough to see his face.

A figure stopped in front of your desk, and you already knew who it was. You shakily gave him your worksheet, refusing to look at his face. He accepted it and left without a word, to your surprise. You sighed, both in relief and disappointment.

You felt your Hani’s concerned gaze on you. “y/n, are you sure you’re okay? You look so pale.”

You turned to her and gave her a weak smile. “I mean, i only eat ramyeon for the past few days but im fine i guess.”

Hani’s eyes widened and she immediately grabbed your shoulder. “Oh my god, why? Are you okay right now? How do you feel? How about your stomach?”

Her voice was loud, so loud that it immediately captured Jaehyun’s attention. He glanced at the two of you, looking concerned. But you looked the other way, hoping that he’ll let it go. He did, thankfully.

You glanced at Hani and gave her yet another small smile, signalling that youre okay. Hani looked concerned, but she nodded and stayed quiet. Jaehyun then went back to his desk and began the lecture.

The whole time he was standing in front of the class, you felt nauseous. Maybe its because of all those ramyeon, or maybe its because of the negative thoughts that you’ve been having these past days, or maybe its because of him? Whichever it was, it got worse and worse as the hours went by. By the time Jaehyun ended his lecture, you can no longer see clearly. Everything was blurry, and spinning. You tried to reach out to Hani, but you can feel your body fell before you can even touch her. Hani’s scream was the last thing you hear before it all went dark.

“y/n, I’m so sorry”

Huh?

You groaned softly as you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. White sheets, white walls, white circular lamp? This is not my room….

You sat up slowly, looking around the room. No one was there but you, sitting on a bed, looking clueless. “I thought i hear someone…”

You shrugged and paid attention to the room, now that your vision got clear. You finally recognized the room and realized that you were in the nursing room.

“Oh great, i’m still here.” You sighed.

Your head still hurts, but you tried to stand up. Mainly because it was already dark, as you can see from the window across the room. Nursing room sure is scary when night comes.

You found your backpack and all your belongings on a chair besides the door. You tried to pack all your things quickly, uncomfortable with the atmosphere. You almost got a heart attack when the door swung open.

It was Jaehyun.

His eyes widened as he saw you on your knees, trying to pack your bags. He quickly pulled you up on your feet and guided you back to the bed. “y/n, what are you doing? You need to rest!”

You stayed quiet, unable to think, unable to process anything. You decided to answer him with the most logical answer, with the smallest voice. “But its already dark…..”

He sighed, and sat beside you. “I’m sorry, okay. I’m really sorry. Are you okay? Do you want to go home now?”

You nodded, trying not to show any emotions. “yes, i want to go home now.”

Jaehyun sighed and looked at your eyes. “we need to talk, you know that right?”

You looked back at him, taking a shaky breath before answering him. “Yes, i think i need to know what happened after i fainted?”

“Thats not what i meant, but okay…” Jaehyun sighed, eyes looking down at his knees. “I brought you here. Hani insisted to stay but i told her to go home, i told her that im going to wait until you wake up, because i know this is my fault.”

You nodded, looking away. It was quiet for a few seconds, none of you know what to say.

“y/n we really need to-“

“I need to go home.” You quickly cut him off, standing up to pick up your bags. Jaehyun immediately stood up too, grabbing your bags before you can. “I’ll take you home.”

“I can go home by myself.” You answered stubbornly, trying to take your bags from his hands. Jaehyun then looked at you straight in the eye.

“No.”

With that, he grabbed all your belongings and also his, and opened the door for you. You wanted to argue, but you were too weak so you decided to just agree with him. He then followed outside and closed the door behind him. You let him guide the way to his car.

When you approached his car, he immediately opened the door for you. Having no choice but to give in, you gave in and sat in defeat. He put the seatbelt and put your bag on the back seat. He then entered the car and set his seatbelt.

It was silent.

The whole ride was silent.

You haven’t even told him your address, but he didn't ask anything. You got a little bit scared, because at first it didn't seem like he was taking you home. But after seeing the familiar bus stops that you usually see on your way home, you sighed in relief.

The atmosphere was awkward, but it was better than having to talk casually, cause you both know it is not the time to do so.

“y/n?….” He called you softly.

You answered without looking at him. “Yes, Mr. Jung?”

He sighed when he heard your reply, But he decided to let it go. “Can i ask you something?”

You can practically feel your heart thumping loudly, hands started to sweat. “Um, yeah sure. Whatever.”

“Why did you cry?….” He asked softly, eyes still focused on the road. You bit your lips, unsure what to answer. “I cried because it hurts.”

Jaehyun glanced at you, concerned. “What hurts?”

My heart.

“My legs. I fell down the stairs that morning.” You knew it was a lame excuse, But your mind was a mess because of the soft tone that he was using.

Jaehyun was taken aback with your reply. He stayed silent for a few minutes, before nodding and letting out a small “oh”. After that, it was dead silence. He didn’t even try to initiate a conversation or anything. From the corner of your eye, You can see that his soft gaze turned into a sad, disappointed one. But you tried to let it go,because you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

When you arrived at your home, Jaehyun killed the engine and quickly opened the door for you. You managed to say a small thank you and proceed to walk as fast as you can to the front door. Jaehyun stood by his car, unable to do anything as you hurriedly walked to your home. You stopped in front of your door, and looked back. Jaehyun was standing there, looking at you with a sad gaze and a small, forced smile.

Its gonna be now or never.

“Mr. Jung?”

You called out weakly, slowly turning to face him.

“Yes, y/n?” He answered, and this was the first time that his voice sounds weak.

“I Lied.”

“……about what?” He furrowed his eyebrow, confusion written all over his face.

“I cried because i love you.”

His eyes widened as he heard your words. He remained in his place, mouth gaping as if he wants to say something but can’t.

You chuckled bitterly. “It’s okay, Mr. Jung. I know that i have no chance. I just think that letting it all out after holding it in for 2 years would make me feel better. Good luck on your moves, Mr. Jung.”

With that, you quickly turned your body around, trying to open the door as soon as possible. Your movements were stopped by a single hand holding onto your arm.

Jaehyun quickly turned your body around and looked straight into your already glistening eyes.

“Mr. Jung, what are-“

Your words were cut off by a pair of soft lips landing smoothly on top of yours. He was holding the side of your face gently, his other hand holding your waist. You were too struck in the moment that you were unable to move. Why is he kissing me? What about his dream girl?

When he pulled back, you were standing there with your mouth agape. So many things going on right now, So many thoughts in your head. Without even realizing, tear drops have already stained your cheeks.

“Mr. Jung why did-“

With a soft smile, he wiped your tears.

“I told you before, its Jaehyun oppa for you.”

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mamaimpala67 · 6 years

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Warning(s): Language, Self Harm, Drug Use, Depression, Song Fic

Request: Hey❣️Can I get a deanxSamxlittlesis story? She lives w/ them but she's feisty & always gets into trouble? She hides her self-harm scars & lies about it but they slowly figure it out & confront her force/her to show them? She tries to run away & they're both mad bc this isn't the first time & she had promised to stop. Time goes by & they find her cutting again & on drugs & is dangerously skinny & they're furious/confused but Cas comes & tells the boys about her eating disorder? Idk I need this rn

Glancing down the hallway, you ducked into the bathroom that was directly between yours and your brother’s room. As you entered, you turned and locked the door, letting out a sigh. You pulled the pack of unmarked cigarettes out from the inside pocket of your jacket. You walked to the toilet, sat down on the lip and took one of the sloppily rolled joints from the package and grabbed the lighter from the front pocket of your jean shorts. Placing the cig between your lips, you flicked on the lighter, and used the other hand to cup the flame before you lit the end of the joint, inhaling a large puff of the smoke. You clicked the lighter shut and shoved it back into your pocket. Pulling the joint away from your lips, you let a cloud of smoke flow from your lips and your nostrils.

The jean jacket that Sam and Dean had gotten you for your birthday was riding up on your arms, exposing the faded and fresh scars that riddled your wrists and forearms. Most were horizontal, but a select few of them were vertical. Each scar represented something to you - a continuous line of failures that came from your life and your actions. The longer the line, the more serious the failure. Using your stained fingernails, you began to trace each scar and even began to sketch invisible lines into your skin where you planned on expanding on your collection later on in the day.

You took another drag and let it out. The cloud of smoke began to dance around your head before spreading to the rest of the room. Already, the drug was beginning to take affect on you. You took a glance at the lit end of the drug and shook your head. It was stronger than last time. You specifically told Scott that you wanted the same strength as you got before. You shrugged and inhaled it again. You paid the same price for a stronger drug. It was Scott that was losing the money, not you.

The joint didn’t take that long to finish, considering the long drags you too. Once it was down to nothing but a small, lit nub, you glanced at it and rolled up your sleeve. Near the joint that connected your forearm with your upper arm, you pressed the end of the cigarette to your arm, hissing at the burning sensation you got from it. The smell of burning skin and marijuana filled the rest of the bathroom, creeping underneath the door and seeping into the rest of the Men of Letter’s bunker.

Suddenly, a loud hammering sound came from the door. The wooden door rattled with the force of the knock. This caused you to jump and drop the joint on the floor. You sighed and picked it up.

“(Y/N)!?” Sam’s voice came from outside and he sounded pissed, like your brothers normally were when they were around you. “What the hell are you doing in there?”

“Taking a shit!” You called back and shook your head.

“Bullshit. Come out here, now.” He growled.

Already, your eyes were starting to get bloodshot and you had a strong urge to buy some bacon soda. You put the end of the joint inside of the box that Scott had given you and then stood up, putting the pack back inside of your jacket, standing up straight. You rubbed your hands down your face and then shook your head frantically. You walked over to the sink and turned on the cold water. It shook you awake and made you shiver. You took your time to wash your hands in the ice cold water. When you were done, however, you shook your hands, the water splashing on the mirror and the corner of the sink and wall. You then turned and opened the door. Sam stood there, blocking your exit. His arms were crossed angrily.

“You were smoking.” He stated.

You shook your head and looked down. ‘I wasn’t smoking.” You mumbled under your breath.

Sam uncrossed his arms and tilted your chin up. You closed your eyes. Without asking, Sam used his index and middle finger to open up your eye. You pushed his hand away. He could see the red color that covered your eyes. He shook his head.

“You’re high.” He said.

“No, I’m not.” You told him and shook your head.

“Give me the drugs.” He held out his hand.

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t have any.”

Sam shook his head. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you out from the way of the bathroom. He put your arm behind your back, causing a whine to fall from your lips. He began to pat you down, moving from your back to your front. He felt the bulge in your jean pocket and opened your jacket, pulling out the pack of joints. Your eyes widened.

“Give it back!” You shouted and tried to reach for the pack. Sam held it out of your reach and opened it, seeing the bumpy, white rolls. He narrowed his eyes at you.

Without saying anything else, Sam let you go and stormed down the hallway. You began to panic, panting as you ran after him and tried to grab the pack from him, but it was all to no avail. He held the pack right above his head so that you were unable to reach it. Tears brimmed the corners of your eyes.

“Give it!” You shouted, voice shaky.

Sam led you to the kitchen where Dean sat, munching on his lunch. Once Dean saw the two of you, he frowned.

“What’s going on here?” He asked.

“I found her smoking again.” He said as he tossed the pack to Dean. You tried to retrieve it, but was unable to before he caught it and brought it close to himself.

“Give it, please!” You began to sob childishly.

Dean stared at the pack of drugs and growled. He stood up. He walked over to the counter, took the joints out of the pack and began to break them apart. Your eyes widened. “No!” You screamed as you tried to grab them. Dean turned on the water and began to flush the individual pieces down the drain. You stared down with watery eyes. Your lip quivered and your hands shook violently. You began to hit Dean weakly with your fists. “Are you stupid!?’ You shouted.

Dean grabbed your wrists and stopped you from hitting him any longer. His eyes were filled with a mixture of disappointment and anger. You sobbed, as if you had lost someone close to you. Your knees started to feel weak.

“I paid two-hundred dollars for those!” You cried. “You threw away two-hundred dollars!”

“I don’t care (Y/N),” Dean shouted. His hands moved from your wrists so that he could grasp your shoulders roughly. He shook you. “Why do you feel like you need to do drugs, huh!? You shouldn’t do it! If we catch you doing it again, there’s going to be some consequences.”

“I’m twenty years old, you can’t tell me what to do.”

Dean growled. “Yes, I can, and I will.” He let go of your arms. “Go to your room.”

“No.” You clenched your fist.

“Go to your room, (y/n).”

“No.” You felt the tears flow down your face.

“Go!” Dean pointed to the door.

You inhaled and felt as if you were going to fight back, but you just clenched your fist tightly and stormed out of the room. You ran to your room and slammed the door shut. You collapsed onto your bed, curled into a ball, and began to cry. Within seconds, you tossed off your jacket and reached for the knife that you kept underneath your pillow for safety. There was a small section of dried blood located at the tip of the blade. You knew, that night, you were going to add some new stains to the knife.

Twenty minutes later, you had cut three horizontal lines into the tops of your arms. The blood was dripping down your forearm and landing on the bed sheets that you didn’t plan on changing. You eyed the backpack that was in the corner of the room. With eyes wide, you tossed the knife onto the floor and ran to the backpack, grabbing it. You began to throw clothes from your dresser and closet into the bag, not taking note on what you were taking and what you were leaving. It didn’t take long for you to fill the bag to the top. You took two minutes to try and close it. Stuffing your phone and wallet into your jean shorts, you put your jean jacket on and headed out of the room.

At that moment, you were not going to let anyone stop you. Not Dean. Not Sam. Not yourself. Not anybody. Your eyes, bloodshot and tired-looking, hid a look of determination behind the high. You stormed passed the kitchen and by the library, making your way up the stairs. You heard a pair of footsteps behind you that were frantically rushing towards you. Before you could even reach the door, long arms wrapped around you and picked you up. You let out a scream and kicked your feet.

“Let me go!” You screamed, growling.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dean asked as he carried you down the stairs.

“I’m leaving.” You said. “And I’m gonna get a place of my own so that I can-”

“What!?” Sam spoke. “Get high and then die on your own?”

“At least I’ll die doing something that I love.” You growled.

Dean rolled his eyes and set you down, turning you around. He placed his hands firmly on the same spot that he had before, which was the exact same spot that you had cut merely twenty minutes ago. You winced. Dean frowned and hesitated before he pushed your jacket off, pulling your arm towards him. He saw the three lines that you had created and his expression slowly softened.

“(Y/N),” He breathed and studied the scars. He looked at you and shook his head. “You told us you stopped.”

“I also told you that I stopped taking drugs.” You mumbled and shook your head carelessly.

Dean looked at Sam, who had a sympathetic look and a long frown on his lips. He shook his head. Dean went to pull you into a hug but you shoved him away. You stared at the two of them. The silence between the three of you was horrible and deadly. When the brothers had nothing to say, all you could do was shake your head and snatch your jacket away from Dean before storming off to your room.

“(Y/N),” Dean breathed, reaching for you. You kept walking, though. He looked at Sam and gestured down to you. “Follow her.” He said. “Make sure she doesn’t do anything.”

Sam nodded as he began to walk after you as you made the trek down the hallway to your bedroom. When you reached it, you stood inside for a minute before you went to slam the door shut, but Sam’s hand stopped the door. You snarled, scrunching your nose up and glaring at your brother as he tried to push the door open. You shook your head.

“Get off Sam.” You said in a small and weak voice.

“Please, (Y/N), let me in.” He begged.

You shook your head and pressed your hand against his chest firmly, shoving him away and slamming the door, locking it. You turned your back and pressed your back to the door, sliding down it. Fresh tears began to form within your eyes. You sat there, quietly, and sobbed.

Dean was bending over the table, palms pressed firmly against the glossy surface. His eyes were closed as his brother entered.

“She locked herself in her room.” Sam informed him.

Dean frowned, his head shooting up at the news. He glanced at Sam with wide and worried eyes. “She what!?”

“Locked herself in her room.”

Dean stood up straight. ‘We have to get that door open.” He said before he turned and hurried out of the room. Before he could get far, however, Sam grabbed his arm. Dean furrowed his brows. “Sam, what the hell are you doing? She might hurt herself.”

“And you really think that tearing her door off will help? All we’ve done is hound on her over and over again and does it look like it’s working?”

Dean opened his mouth, but slowly closed it, his shoulder slouching. “What do you say we do then?”

Sam sighed and shook his head. ‘I don’t know.” He said. “Maybe...maybe Cas can help?”

“What will I be able to help with?” The familiar deep, gruff voice echoed throughout the library and the brothers turned towards the angel. Castiel had his head cocked to the side.

“We caught (Y/N) smoking again.” Sam explained. “And...and cutting herself, and now she won’t let us into her room. Do you think that you can flash into her room and see if she is alright?”

“Sam, she put up wards to keep angels out, remember?” He raised a brow. “But I can read her thoughts if you would like.”

“Yes, yes, please do that.” Dean said frantically, running his fingers through his short hair.

Castiel gave a small nod. He closed his eyes, scrunching up his face to concentrate. The boys waited patiently for the news.

“She’s sitting in front of her door,” he began. “Crying. She’s...thinking about how she’s a failure. About how you and Sam both hate her.”

Sam and Dean both frowned. “We don’t hate her.”

“She thinks you two do.”

Sam shook his head head. “We don’t hate her. Her drug addiction is out of control.” He said.

“She spent two hundred dollars on joints.” Dean said.

Castiel opened his eyes. “(Y/N) thinks she’s a disappointment to the two of you for doing all the drugs.”

Sam looked down. “Dean, it makes sense.” He said.

“What?”

“She’s hurt because she thinks that we’re disappointed in her, so she turns to the cutting, so then she turns to drugs to hide the pain, and then she thinks we are disappointed in her for taking the drugs. It’s one big circle. Wash, rinse, repeat.” He said.

Dean frowned, glanced at the ground, and then at Sam. ‘You’re right.” He said. “Well, what’re we going to do?”

“Why don’t you two try talking to her?” Castiel said and shrugged.

“She won’t open the door.” Dean shook his head.

“It still doesn’t hurt to try.” He said.

Dean looked at Sam, giving him a small nod. Him and Sam walked through the hallway to your door. They frowned and walked slowly once they got close enough. Your sniffles and cries could be heard. Sam and Dean frowned, glancing at each other. It hurt them to hear you cry and to hear what you thought. Their hearts clenched at the thought of you ending your life from the cuts or from an overdose. It would hurt them to see you go, and a part of them didn’t think that you saw that.

Sam walked up to the door first, knocking on it gently with his knuckles. “(Y/N)?” His voice was soothing, calm, and collected. “(Y/N), can we talk to you?’

No response but your cries.

Dean stepped closer to the door, eyes averted to the ground. “(Y/N)?”

Again, only cries.

The brothers met eyes with one another. Sam shook his head and turned around. He decided to sit down on the ground, back leaning against the door. Dean frowned, but followed. Sam knew what he was doing. He was a smart kid and knew how to handle you better than either of them, especially when the three of you were younger.

“(Y/N)?”

“(Y/N), please talk to us.”

“Please?”

They would go back and forth with talking, trying to edge you into talking to them. Still, you gave them the silent treatment. For awhile, they said nothing, not able to think of anything else comforting enough. Suddenly, Sam raised his brows.

“You got your phone on you?” He asked.

Dean furrowed his brows. “Yeah, why?”

“Let me see it.”

Dean grabbed his phone from his pocket and handed it to his brother. Sam searched through his playlists before he selected a song, putting the volume at full blast, setting it right in between them. Dean gave him a confused expression before the song began to play. Dean then raised his brows and nodded as the music began to flow through the tiny speakers on the device.

I heard there was a secret chord,

That David played and it pleased the lord

But you don’t really care for music

Do ya?

It goes like this

The fourth the fifth

The minor fall and the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah.

The cries from your room slowly seized. The boys glanced at each other as the music continued to play. Shuffling was heard from your room before the door slowly opened.

I did my best, it wasn’t much

I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch

I told the truth

I didn’t come to fool ya

And even though it all went wrong

I’ll stand before the lord of song

With nothing on my tongue but

Hallelujah

Sam and Dean stayed sitting on the ground as they looked up at you. Your eyes were bright red from a mixture of the drugs and tears. That song, Sam knew, was the only way to get you out of the room. It was the one song that you grew up on. The one that used to be sung to you when you were down and depressed. It worked back then and, not surprisingly, it worked now.

You walked over to them and collapsed between them. They caught you in their arms and brought you close to them. You sobbed. Sam and Dean placed one of their hands on your back and began to rub it smoothly. Your heart rate began to slow and you moved closer to them.

“We love you (Y/N),” Sam said. “And we just want you to be safe.”

“I hate seeing you when you’re like this, kid.” Dean said. “When you have those red eyes. Your eyes are so beautiful, why would you do this to yourself?”

You sobbed, cries coming out of your mouth in a high pitch. “I don’t know.” You admitted, tears falling to the floor and covering the phone that played the music.

Sam and Dean sighed. “We’re here for you.” Sam said.

“Yeah, we’ll never leave you. We just want you to get better. To be happy. To be yourself again.”

You shook as the sobs slowly came to a halt. You sat up, eyes wide and hands shaking, rattling like an earthquake. “Help me…” You whispered, lip quivering. “Help me.”

It broke their heart to see you that vulnerable, but it made them feel relief to know that you were asking for the one thing that they knew you would have denied one short hour ago. They both nodded. Dean leaned forward and cupped your cheeks.

“We will help you in any way that we can.” He said, giving you a confident nod.

You stared into his eyes, searching for that look of disappointment that you always saw on a daily basis. That day, however, the illusion seemed to vanish. All you could see was strength and love within his emerald orbs. Looking over, into Sam’s eyes, you could see the exact same thing. No longer the invisible disappointment, but the love and adoration that you distinctly remember being present when the three of you were younger. It made your chest warm up. With a nod, you leaned into their touches, sniffling. As you felt yourself relax into their hold, the sorrow no longer filling your heart, but rather the joy and relief that you had been wrong the entire time, you heard the song slowly fade, the words marking the moment with the one thing that saved you and your relationship with your brothers.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah…..

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harryscuddles · 7 years

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Hi sorry if this is weird I’m so very very unable to socialise.. I finished rereading y&b yesterday bc you reblogged something about it. I was wondering if you had any other favourites you would mind sharing? If it’s too much of a bother please just delete this,, (I’m so sorry for being annoying alfkfk)

hiiiiii!! noo youre not weird or annoying at all!! i’m glad you asked tbh i mean most of these are the classics but theres some other really really good ones that are really worth reading!

so as requested, here’s a list of some more of my all time favourites:

Love Is A Rebellious Bird

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.Don’t hum Bolero.

Unbelievers

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Here In The Afterglow

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Wild and Unruly

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

Love’s Truest Language

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where’s your order forms, then?”

“I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

your love is as bright as ever (baby love me lights out)

Harry’s got a late night talk show, Louis’ got a couple of Grammys, they’re best friends who like to kiss.

We’ve Got Nothing To Lose

“Oops!” A deep and slow voice fills Louis’ ears as an arm reaches around his waist, to keep Louis from rebounding into another white-outfitted body – this time a short young girl who could only be gymnast.“Hi,” Louis replies as he turns to smile up at the person and thank him for preventing Louis’ life from dissolving into a real-life game of Pong, but the words dry up in his throat when he sees.

The person is a boy, tall and lanky with curly brown hair pushed away from his face messily and held back by a gaudy Union Jack scarf, green eyes sparkling from all the camera flashes and impossibly pink lips curled in a wide smile that nearly encompasses his whole face.

And Louis recognizes him instantly. And he thinks that maybe if walking into the Olympic Stadium during the opening ceremony wasn’t enough, having Harry Styles’ arm around him might be the killing blow.Also known as an Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously.

Oh Glory

Tomlinson looks Liam over, tilting his head. “Are you a swimmer as well?”

“Yeah,” Liam says, a little cautiously. Harry wonders if it’s Tomlinson’s fame or the unimpressed eyebrow that’s making Liam wary. “Distance, I’m doing the 1500m. Harry here’s a sprinter.”

“Ah,” says Tomlinson, turning his glinting eyes back to Harry. “So you’re not an endurance man.” A beat passes, and his grin grows, wide and filthy. “Shame.”

Harry Styles is Team Great Britain’s newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he’s assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry’s childhood crush.

These Inconvenient Fireworks

Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

Pull Me Under

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

In Vogue

‘Is that why David Beckham has been featured multiple times on the pages of your life’s work? Does your criteria seriously consist of one thing – a man’s ass?’‘Well the ass is a man’s best asset,’ Harry smirks, holding the Martini glass high up his face. ‘And don’t call the magazine my life’s work. There are far more important things in life, Louis Tomlinson, than what’s printed on the pages of a magazine.’

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

Escapade

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

The Dead Of July

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

California Sold

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

Relief Next To Me

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

#hello this may have been more than you wanted but #i couldnt leave any out i got a bit carried away #also i promised myself i wouldn't half ass this and i didn't #also i really fucking love the olympics #also lmk if you wanted more obscure fics rather than the classics if you've already read them all #also #pleasdnjee come scream at me about these fics #my ask box is always open but like so are my messages #i would love it if you did #thanks for asking hun!!#mine #ask arsh #anonymous #fic rec anon

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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Queen of Disaster // Lee Taeyong

the prompt: can i get song vased scenario with Taeyong?? X) Lana Del Rey-Queen of disaster?

words: 2957

category: song rec + fluff

author note: don’t ask me how i came up with this plot from this song bc i don’t know.

- destinee

“When I saw your face it was incredible, painted on my soul, it was indelible.“

You wanted to get to know him, honestly. He was the boy you couldn’t touch, the boy who had nothing to do with you.

He was a rebel, caring not when class actually started or when an assignment was due. Yet he seemed to be passing well above the average student.

Perhaps he was some kind of sorcerer. That would explain how he managed to not study and still get good grades. Even when you spent all night studying, there were some tests you couldn’t seem to pass.

So maybe you were just jealous of the narrow-eyed boy who was gifted with natural intelligence. His permanent smirk only proved that he knew how good he was, too.

You wanted to be him. You wanted to be able to sleep for twelve hours, come into school late, and still somehow avoid detention.

Still, you were too shy to ask him how he managed to get away with everything. You wished to be as outgoing as him. You wished to have an abundance of friends like him.

Logically, you were a lot like him. You owned a motorcycle like him, you owned a denim jacket like him, and you were rather rebellious like him.

The sole difference was that he was loud and proud of his ways and you couldn’t bring attention to yourself if you tried.

One lucky day, you managed to get detention. You were three minutes late. As you leaned against your desk, mulling over your bad fortune, Taeyong waltzed into the room.

He was ten minutes late, and yet the teacher didn’t bat an eye at him.

You did. You glared at his figure as he slowly made his way to his desk, greeting his friends along the way.

Then you made the decision that would change your life forever. You rose your hand. “Mrs. Kim? Taeyong came in late as well. Where is his detention?”

The entire class turned to you, including Taeyong. He was smirking with one eyebrow raised, wondering what you were going to say when the teacher ignored you.

Mrs. Kim frowned. “I suppose you’re right. Taeyong, detention.”

Now you only felt fear, as it was Taeyong’s turn to glare at you. A few of his friends snickered at him, but he only stared at you. Challenging you.

So you silently accepted by giving him an innocent shrug and a smirk of your own. “See you in detention,” you whispered.

Maybe you shouldn’t have acted so big and bad in front of Taeyong. For now you had to follow up and actually spend an hour alone with him in detention.

You arrived after him, enough of a regular to know that the detention monitor never came in on time.

Taeyong didn’t know that of course, and you felt somewhat smug knowing that he had been waiting in the empty classroom, alone and bored.

You entered and sat at your usual desk. Taeyong was already seated beside you, doing whatever homework he could before the detention monitor came in.

You folded your arms on your desk and laid your head down, hoping to get some shut-eye.

“Don’t tell me you sleep through detention.” Taeyong mumbled.

You turned your head so that you could face him while you were lying down. “Yeah, so?”

“So, I thought you would do your homework or something, at least.”

“Oh no,” you said, your eyes closing. “I’ve got to take a nap before I can start doing schoolwork again.”

Taeyong snorted. He looked around the room. “Hey, where’s the detention monitor?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “He’s always late.”

Taeyong began to pack up his books and stood up.

Then he offered you a genuine smile, one that you had never witnessed before. You found yourself hoping he would show it more.

“Where are you going?” You asked him.

“I’m ditching,” he answered. “You coming?”

He didn’t have to ask twice. You swung your back over your shoulder and followed the boy out the door.

“You’re the king and, baby, I’m the queen of disaster.“

Taeyong bumped his shoulder against yours as soon as the two of you entered the parking lot of the school. “Where should we go?”

You were both matching, with your skinny jeans and your denim jackets. Taeyong had a pair of sunglasses hooked onto his white t-shirt, lowering the neckline and showing off his collarbone. Your dirty sneakers were scuffed and torn, while his combat boots were tied and neat.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I usually go to the ice cream shop when I skip school.”

“Lame,” Taeyong commented, rolling his eyes. Then he stopped and turned to you, his boots scuffing against the asphalt. “Wait. You’ve skipped school before?”

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes. “I hope you don’t think you’re the only rebel in this school.”

“I don’t,” Taeyong defended himself. “I just never imagined it would be you.”

“If you had taken time to notice me, you would’ve.” You said. Once you reached your motorcycle, you turned around. “Alas, no one in this school notices me.”

“That’s not true,” Taeyong mumbled.

You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not here to be noticed.”

Taeyong examined your bike. “Is this yours?”

“Yeah. My grandad and I fixed it up,” you answered proudly.

Taeyong looked up. “Wait, does your grandfather work at the garage down the road?”

“He owns it,” you corrected. “I can’t believe you didn’t know that.”

“I love his work,” Taeyong said, that smile appearing on his face again. “Isn’t he the one who does paint jobs on old motorbikes?”

“He does,” you said. Then you looked up at him, a great idea popping into your head. “Hey, do you want to go meet him?”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you returned his bright smile. “We’ll go separately and meet up there. I’ll introduce the two of you.”

Taeyong was already seated on his own bike. “Let’s go!”

“Grandad?” You called as you and Taeyong entered the garage. It was closed during the weekend, so you had to use your spare key to get in.

Still, you knew your grandfather would still be there, working on the cars in peace.

“I’m in here!” His joyful voice replied, albeit muffled and low.

You smiled reassuringly at Taeyong as the two of you followed the voice. Your grandfather was underneath a car, only his legs showing as he working underneath a red Mustang. “I brought someone who wants to meet you.”

“Really? You have a friend?” He joked as he pushed himself out from under the car.

You frowned. “Hey, I have friends.”

“You’ve never had a friend that’s a boy,” your grandfather corrected, his eyes meeting Taeyong’s. He held his hand out for the boy to shake.

Taeyong let out a nervous laugh and accepted the handshake, “I’m Taeyong.”

“We’re skipping detention,” you said.

Taeyong elbowed you. When you turned to him, he gave you a look. “I don’t want your grandfather to think I’m a bad kid.”

“You’re not a bad kid.” Your grandfather clarified that he had been eavesdropping. “Everyone skips detention. Now, tell me why you’re here.”

“Taeyong is a huge fan of your work and I told him I would introduce you two.”

“Oh. Sorry I’m not very exciting in real life,” he said, looking at Taeyong. “I’m about to go home for dinner, but if the two of you want to stay, you can. The gallery is open.”

“Gallery?” Taeyong furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you.

“What do you think he does with all the bikes after he paints them?” You asked.

“I thought he sold them,” Taeyong said, as if it was obvious.

Your grandfather nodded, “Most people do. I find that I can’t part with them though. Feel free to look at them, just lock up when you leave.”

He gave Taeyong a friendly clap on the shoulder and left.

You grabbed Taeyong’s arm and pulled him to the back of the garage, where the gallery was located. “Get ready to see the coolest room your eyes have ever witnessed.”

You pushed open the door, and Taeyong let out an audible gasp. His eyes widened as he stared at the many bikes.

In the large room, bikes were lined up in rows, each painted with a different design. The walls were covered in spare parts, each painted as well. A few bikes were set up on pedestals: these were your grandfathers favorite.

Taeyong couldn’t take his eyes off of one that was set upon the farthest pedestal away. You pulled him closer to it. The rich violet covering the rusty metal gave it some sort of character. Blue, pink, and yellow made up a honey suckle that covered the majority of the bike.

“This was his first bike,” you said. “After my grandmother died and he came to live with us, he painted this. This was Grandma’s bike, and the honeysuckle was Grandma’s favorite flower.”

“So it’s therapy,” Taeyong said softly. He reached out and let his fingers brush against the seat of the bike.

“Yeah. Grandad was never really one for following the norm. You remind me of him, you know.”

“Me?” Taeyong snorted. “I’m just a lazy kid. Your grandfather makes art and shares it with the people of the town. I mean, if people knew he had all of these in his garage, they would go crazy trying to buy one.”

“Maybe,” you said. “But he would never agree. Like you said, these bikes are his therapy.”

Noticing the mood dimming, you attempted to lighten it. “Want to see the bike I’m working on?”

“You’re working on a bike?”

“Yep!” You said proudly, skipping over to the back of the room where dozens of paint cans and paintbrushes lined the walls. You gestured to the rusty bike barely standing on a torn piece of tarp. “Ta-da! I found it myself. I call her the Queen of Disaster.”

Taeyong found your enthusiasm contagious as he glanced at the bike, which honestly looked like it was about to fall apart any second now. “Where’d you find it?”

“In the junkyard down the street. Grandad said if I paid for it, I could use any of his paints. I’m thinking of entering it into a paint job competition. All I have to do is take a picture of the finished project and email it to the judges. If the art is enough, they’ll give me twenty grand towards college.”

“Twenty thousand?” Taeyong’s eyes widened. “How much did you pay for the bike?”

“Only one hundred dollars,” you said, patting the seat. “The junkyard owner knows gramps so he let me off easy.”

“How are you going to paint it? When does the contest end?”

You smiled in embarrassment. “About that…the contest deadline is in a month and I have no idea how to paint it.”

Taeyong closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. “You’ve named it, yet you don’t know what design you want?”

“I know,” you said, squatting on the ground and pulling the paint cans towards you. “It’s horrible. I have this idea of polar opposites. One side jet black and one side stark white, but both connecting in some way, maybe mixing to gray on top? It doesn’t match the name though, and I don’t know what else to do.”

Taeyong hummed. He walked over to the wall and plucked a paintbrush off of it’s hook. “You know, what if you only named half of it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Taeyong started. “Multiple people can enter the contest, right? So both of us enter. You do one side and call it Queen of Disaster. I’ll do the other side and call it King of Disaster. We’ll connect the designs, but they’ll be totally different because they’re painted by two different artists.”

You grabbed a paintbrush. “I love that idea.”

“What you do to me is indescribable.“

Taeyong sat with Yuta at lunch. "You’re coming to my soccer game tonight, right?”

“Of course,” Taeyong answered.

“Are you coming to the pizza place afterwards? Coach said he’d pay for the whole team and whoever we wanted to bring.”

Taeyong took a sip of his coke and shook his head. “I’m going over to Y/n’s. The contest ends tomorrow and we’ve got to get all the finishing touches on the bike.”

Yuta clicked his tongue. “You’ve been hanging out with Y/n a lot lately, you know. It’s like she’s your new best friend.”

“She is not,” Taeyong denied. “We’re working together for college money.”

Taeyong didn’t tell Yuta about how some days the two of you would skip painting altogether and go on a trip to the ice cream store instead. Or other days, when the two of you would lounge around your house, binge watching The Hobbit series until your mom kicked you out and told you to be productive and go paint.

He didn’t tell Yuta about all the times he had caught himself absentmindedly watching you. Just watching, as he told himself there was no harm in that. Ultimately there was harm in it, because Taeyong discovered that he could name all of your nervous ticks and your mannerisms. He had your laugh memorized, and your smile forever pinned as the first thing he saw when he closed his eyes to go to sleep at night.

Of all the people Taeyong thought he would have a crush on, you were the last. Not that you weren’t pretty, or nice. Just that you were quiet, and Taeyong never knew what you were thinking.

He never took the time to talk to you and see what you were all about. After he did, he wished he had done it a lot sooner.

Because he had uncovered a wonderful person who managed to make his heart beat out of his chest. He couldn’t really describe the way you made him feel.

"No other boy ever made me feel beautiful.“

You traced over the calligraphy you had painted in black yesterday, this time with pink paint.

Taeyong worked silently on the other side of the bike, painting a few flowers over his own written words. Your grandfather’s radio played out an old sixties station, and every once in awhile a song would appear that you and Taeyong both knew. This would call for an impromptu dance party in the middle of the garage.

Eventually, the two of you had finished your individual projects and stood up to celebrate.

With paint on your elbows and in you hair, you laughed along with Taeyong as The Monkees blasted through the speakers.

As The Last Train To Clarksville played, Taeyong grabbed your hands and pulled you close to him, a wide smile on his face.

The two of you jumped around like complete idiots, singing along to the track as loud as you could.

The black paint on his fingers mixed with the pink on yours. The cold sensation made you giggle as your fingers intertwined with his.

He pulled you lazily around the garage as an unfamiliar song replace the last. He quickly caught on to the tune and began to hum it, laughing at himself when he hit the wrong note.

You giggled as he hid his face in the crook of your shoulder. "Taeyong, that tickles.”

Just to make you squirm, he nuzzled further into your neck. His soft hair brushed your cheek.

You finally managed to push him away, only for him to press his forehead against yours.

“Why are you so clingy, today?” You asked, feeling hot under his gaze.

“Did you know that you are beautiful?” Taeyong asked, his face so close you could see the little flecks of gold in his brown eyes.

You had never even been called pretty before, let alone beautiful.

Yet here Taeyong was, making you feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

You stood in your grandfather’s garage, handing him whatever tool he asked for from under a large monster truck.

You were itching to go home and check your email, just to see if the winners of the contest were announced.

Your Saturday was otherwise boring, just helping your grandfather around the garage.

The door to the garage opened suddenly, and Taeyong ran in, having known where the key was hidden. He waved his phone in the air. “We won! Y/n, we won!”

“What?” You dropped the monkey wrench in your hand. “We won?”

Taeyong lifted you up and spun you around, holding you flush against him. He couldn’t stop his laughter from tumbling out of his mouth. “Do you want to read the email?”

“Give it to me!” You said as he put you down and gave you his phone.

You scrolled down the email, “Dear Taeyong and Y/n, you have been chosen as the first place winners because of the individuality showcased on your work… Taeyong! We’re rich!”

“I know!” Taeyong screamed back. “I could kiss you right now!”

At that you found yourself, in excitement, grabbing him by the shoulders and getting on your tiptoes. Without a thought, you pressed your lips to his.

Taeyong reciprocated with vigor, moving his lips against yours eagerly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, smiling into the kiss.

“Are you guys done kissing? Can someone hand me a monkey wrench?” Your grandfather’s muffled voice interrupted the moment.

Taeyong threw back his head in laughter, his hands pressed against your lower back. You felt yourself falling faster and faster for the boy in front of you.

"Isn’t hard to see what’s goin’ on, I’m so far gone.“

~the end~

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1-90 for make me admit stuff ask

1: would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

well i mean considering it was a group chat full of my str8 friendos i would have to say hard no

2: you talked to an ex today, correct?

technically but it’s complicated

3: have you taken someones virginity?

VIRGINITY IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT but also no

4: is trust a big issue for you?

not really. i’m actually a little too trusting.

5: did you hang out with the person you like recently?

yes

6: what are you excited for?

spring break is in 20 days and i’m going to spain with my spanish class so the hype is real

7: what happened tonight?

i’m actually answering this in the morning but last night i went for a walk with my dog and my friend and we adventured all the way from her house to target and back and we made some nice friends and screamed into the void to tell it to stop playing country music and all in all it was a good evening.

8: do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

no. let them live. just please don’t vomit on me and also be safe.

9: is confidence cute?

ehhhhh i don’t really like this question. like i like confident people but that’s just because they’re healthy and happy with themselves and that’s admirable and beautiful but “cute” isn’t really the right word.

10: what is the last beverage you had?

water

11: how many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

GENDER IS A FLUID SPECTRUM AND THERE IS NO “OPPOSITE SEX” but also 5 off the top of my head. 6 if we’re counting guy fieri.

12: do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

i don’t own any jeans that aren’t skinny.

13: what are you gonna do saturday night?

next saturday is my birthday and i really don’t know what i’m doing. probably hang out with my friends. make some s’mores. maybe see a movie (because i’ll be 17 and so r rated movies are an option and yea).

14: what are you going to spend money on next?

candy and flowers for my friends. only one of them has a bf and she’s not doing valentine’s day with him so they’re all getting presents from me. i love.

15: are you going out with the last person you kissed?

16: do you think you’ll change in the next three months?

of course. next month i’m going to spain without my family and by may i’ll have taken my ap exams and i’ll also have been in a play and god i really hope between all that i grow up/glow up a lil.

17: who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

my friend who i went for a walk with last night. she was one of the first three people i came out to (i did it via text bc i’m a fucking loser) and out of all my friends she’s the one who’s the most honest with me so i like to return the favor.

18: the last time you felt broken?

february 10

19: have you had sex today?

20: are you starting to realize anything?

yessSSSSSSSSS AND IT’S FREAKING ME OUT

21: are you in a good mood?

i’m too stressed to be in a good mood.

22: would you ever want to swim with sharks?

not really. like don’t get me wrong i live for adrenaline rushes but i don’t really like swimming in salt water. it burns. also swimming with sharks is problematic. but anyway.

23: are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

nope. he’s got brown and mine are blue. i’m a spitting image of my mom though.

24: what do you want right this second?

a magical machine to do all my homework for me

25: what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

good for them but also BUDDY BOI WYD

26: is your current hair color your natural hair color?

yea. i did some colorful streaks last week for a project but by now i’m pretty sure they’ve washed out.

27: would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

no. that’s the most important thing imho.

28: what was the last thing that made you laugh?

my own awkwardness

29: do you really, truly miss someone right now?

miss isn’t the right word. i need to talk to some people but i’m not filled with a bottomless pit of longing or some shit.

30: does everyone deserve a second chance?

most people do but definitely not everyone.

31: honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

oh god no. he’s in the aforementioned 5/6 people.

32: does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

hard maybe. i think so??? but i’m a mess.

33: are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

no. i mean i haven’t had soda in forever and i usually choose water over soda just because health and also bubbles in my stomach are not the best feeling but i still like it.

34: listening to?

just got done listening to in the heights for the billionth time

35: do you ever write in pencil anymore?

every day

36: do you know where the last person you kissed is?

n/a

37: do you believe in love at first sight?

no. i promise i’m not some cynical angsty teen but i just don’t think that’s possible.

38: who did you last call?

ummm i never make actual phone calls they kind of stress me out but it was probably my mom or dad

39: who was the last person you danced with?

my friends

40: why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

n/a LET ME LIVE

41: when was the last time you ate a cupcake?

thursday? i think? i ate a muffin this morning tho

42: did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

not yet but they just came back from a run and that’s a lil gross

43: ever embarrass yourself in front of your crush?

sweaty my life is an embarrassment

44: do you tan in the nude?

i used to but i burn really easily and now i’m more about the soft, unwrinkled skin life anyway

45: (woOAAHHHHH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE) if you could, would you take back your last kiss?

N/A

46: did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

47: who was the last person to call you?

i think it was my grandpa

48: do you sing in the shower?

i perform

49: do you dance in the car?

i. perform.

50: ever used a bow and arrow?

actually yea in 5th grade i went to this cool camp thing and we did archery

51: last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

a couple weeks ago we had school pictures with the clubs we’re in

52: do you think musicals are cheesy?

some definitely are but they’re so good

53: is christmas stressful?

certain aspects of it are but in the end it’s two weeks off of school so i can’t complain.

54: ever eat a pierogi?

ever eat a what now

55: favorite type of fruit pie?

does key lime count

56: occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

i remember when i was really little and didn’t understand how business worked i really wanted to work at sonic so i could wear roller skates and bring back the pancake on a stick. if that didn’t pan out my backup plan was being a dinosaur.

57: do you believe in ghosts?

sure

58: ever have a deja vu feeling?

i’m living a deja vu feeling right now sis

59: take a vitamin daily?

i used to. i need to get back on that.

60: wear slippers?

no. i have perpetually cold feet but i refuse. fuzzy socks are where it’s at.

61: wear a bath robe?

eh sometimes

62: what do you wear to bed?

usually an old t shirt but it depends on how hot/cold im feeling

63: first concert?

i’m lame i’m sorry

64: wal-mart, target, or kmart?

target obv

65: nike or adidas?

nike only because adidas sports bras ain’t shit

66: cheetos or fritos?

cheetos

67: peanuts or sunflower seeds?

peanuts (although sunflower seeds are very aesthetic as far as snacks go)

68: favorite taylor swift song?

my second favorite song i ever had was love story

69: (aw yisss) ever take dance lessons?

i used to when i was really little. that lasted 2 ish years and then i did gymnastics for like 8 years.

70: is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

i don’t picture a future spouse

71: can you curl your tongue?

NO AND EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY CAN DO THE FOUR LEAF CLOVER THING AND ALL SORTS OF WEIRD SHIT AND I CAN’T EVEN WINK AND MY FACE MUSCLES IN GENERAL ARE WOEFULLY INADEQUATE

72: ever won a spelling bee?

YES.

the day is february 18, 2011. my birthday. i stand before my elementary school along with the other nerds who participated in uil academics. they begin to announce the winners for the district-wide spelling competition. 7th place. 3rd place. “and corbell elementary is proud to present the first place medal to...” i look around. all my classmates have already taken a seat upon collecting their medals. i am alone on stage. i grin with the realization. “SUZI”. the crowd goes wild. my parents are cheering. obama is there.

73: have you ever cried because you were so happy?

all the tim

74: what is your favorite book?

WE ARE THE ANTS BY SHAUN DAVID HUTCHINSON OH MY GOD EVERYBODY NEEDS TO READ IT ASAP

75: do you study better with or without music?

with

76: regularly burn incense?

no but i have a few candles in my room

77: ever been in love?

no (?)

78: who would you like to see in concert?

hank green and the perfect strangers

79: what was the last concert you saw?

NNNNN/AAAAA LEAVE ME ALONE

80: hot tea or cold tea?

both

81: tea or coffee?

both.

82: favorite type of cookie?

chocolate chip

83: can you swim well?

i mean i haven’t drowned yet

84: can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

yes but not for very long

85: are you patient?

god no

86: dj or band at a wedding?

87: ever won a contest?

actually yea i won a book giveaway last summer on here but i never claimed it

88: ever have plastic surgery?

i haven’t yet but i probably will. i don’t have self esteem issues or anything but i just want to.

89: which are better black or green olives?

ew neither

90: opinions on sex before marriage?

live your life just pls be careful

BONUS (because there’s only 2 more anyway)

91: best room for a fireplace?

living room

92: do you want to get married?

not really. the only reason i ever would would be out of spite but in that case it would probably just be eloping or something bc mi familia would not contribute.

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