#but um. some people just Aren't Nice and I don't wanna feel like hiding the shirt while wearing it in public

[mins-fins]

second times the charm?

&&. kim jiwoong and shen ricky, you can have fun with this situation.

pairing: kim jiwoong x gn!reader x shen ricky

genre: university au, fluff, comedy(?)

warnings: none! this is just horribly bad!

word count: 0.6k

notes: this was requested by @seungrem!! i am so sorry for how long this took to come out 😞 i havent written for zb1 in a long while and im very very rusty.. i took so long with this request just for it to be so lackluster, i hope you still enjoy it, though, my apologies for making you wait for so long

kim jiwoong is not in love with you.

shy, gorgeous, bad joke teller kim jiwoong can't possibly be in love with you. for starters, everyone likes him, he's pretty much the ideal man. second, he doesn't talk to you enough for you to even begin to think that. jiwoong is nice to you, or course, but that doesn't mean he's in love with you.

on the other hand, shen ricky is most likely very in love with you.

wealthy, overdramatic, obvious ricky shen isn't as slick as he thinks. his constant pampering of you, stutters every time you respond to his flirting, and the way he never actually makes direct eye contact with you, you can tell, he's not exactly good at hiding his undisclosed feelings for you.

now— why does any of this matter? you aren't really supposed to care about jiwoong or ricky or anything that isn't your coursework, you have duties to fulfill as apart of the student council, you have no time for love.

but life seems to have other plans, because you somehow get dragged off to some rendezvous matthew planned. great. just great. matthew dragging you out of your room when you have important work to do is just such a regular thing for him to do, you hate it.

"why are you so down?"

you snicker, immediately recognizing jiwoong's voice. "i'm not down, i'm annoyed because matt decided to drag me out of my room".

your response humors jiwoong, and it's clear by the way a small smile spreads across his face. he doesn't seem to care about gyuvin and gunwook's screams as they attempt to throw taerae into the pool, he just deal with shit like this all the time. "is star student y/n not a fan of pool parties?"

"i'm not a fan of being distracted from my studies".

this conversation is going a strange way, you note, but jiwoong laughs again. he's beautiful, so beautiful, a guy like this could never be in love with you, and it's so obvious why.

"y/n".

your attention is taken away from jiwoong, and placed onto ricky, who seems to come out of nowhere. he takes notice of jiwoong, narrowing his eyes at the older boy, but he doesn't say anything to him. "you wanna go get ice cream?"

"um.. i—"

"we were having a conversation" jiwoong smiles politely. oh. the realization dawns on you. he doesn't know that ricky is in love with you, this isn't some sort of cocky remark, they are genuine words from him. "hi ricky".

"hi" ricky doesn't see it, though, he thinks jiwoong is trying to compete with him. you lightly punch ricky in his shoulder, telling him to cut it out. "anyway, y/n, you want popsicles?"

"uh.. not really, i just kinda wanna sit—"

"please?"

oh my goodness, is he really begging for you to go get popsicles with him? you click your tongue, rolling your eyes.

"can jiwoong come too?"

"oh i really don't have to!"

"no no no" you stand up, smiling at the older as you clasp your hands together. "i insist, nothing brings people together like popsicles, right?" you inquire.

your lying, you just want to piss off ricky, and spend more time with jiwoong. now, this is probably not the best idea, but ricky won't actually do anything crazy, he's just as big of a fan of jiwoong as you are.

"i mean—" ricky pauses, he wants alone time with you, but you don't want that. he is the one who offered up popsicles, he can just say no to jiwoong joining the two of you..

but he doesn't.

"alright then! popsicles for three!"

the words get a very much needed laugh out of you.

#zerobaseone #zb1 #kim jiwoong #shen quanrui #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #kim jiwoong x reader #shen quanrui x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[catgirlshauna]

holy shit guys really proud of this one hope yall enjoy 😠🗣️

warnings: smut, bad jokes, gp!reneé

words: 2100

being a composer of music was hard, especially when you composed for artists who aren't exactly huge yet. you believe in them the most, though, they're your favorite kind of people to work with. humble, kind, just trying to get to stardom. but your new client had been kept a secret from you by your managers. why? you have no idea. what could possibly freak you out so bad that they had to hide it?

fucking reneé rapp. thee regina george, which was debatable, but you don't care. she is your favorite. yours. her voice is beautiful, her face is beautiful, her personality is by far the best you've seen. she is like finding gold in a pan of gravel, diamonds amongst coal.

today is the day you meet her. you're nervous, you've applied three layers of deodorant with a nice unisex cologne to cover it up. your heart is absolutely pounding, your chest thumping to the beat of the song they sent you samples of. you sit in your studio, which happens to be in your apartment, a luxury you could afford thanks to people like reneé, and wait patiently for her to arrive.

the knock at your door is done to the tune of jingle bells, which did in fact shock you into freezing. it's june? you snort and move to open the door, revealing the happy-go-lucky blonde bouncing on her feet. adhd. or anxiety. you could relate.

“please, come in.” you step to the side, welcoming her into your apartment. she steps in, hands intertwined behind her back as she closely examines the art and posters on your walls.

“beyoncé?” reneé grins, looking over at you for a moment.

“of course.” you reply quickly, hopelessly begging her with your eyes to follow you to your studio. she just smiles, shaking her head and whispering ‘not yet’.

“i like your place.” she muses, picking up books and reading the covers out loud to herself. “like your uh, books, too..” she adds, adjusting the glasses on her nose that look just a little too dirty to actually see out of.

“um, miss rapp?”

“yeah?” you have her full attention now. horrifying.

“can we go to the studio now…? i'd like to show you some lyrics i thought of the other day.” you try not to sound too… pushy? if you did, reneé does not notice, and nods eagerly as she follows you into the closet-like room. ah. you never said your studio was big. you cramp into your chair, gesturing for her to sit as well.

“kinda romantic in here… is that the point?” reneé wiggles her eyebrows under her glasses. you sputter, grabbing the remote and changing the color to a calm blue. reneé pouts. “don't wanna feel romantic with me?”

“not really. anyway, please read.” you push the pages of heavily edited lyrics into her hands. she sighs, adjusting her glasses once again and reading your papers. you hope to god she likes them, because? you don't have an option b. you weren't given enough time, enough warning, that you'd be working with one of your favorite artists in the world.

she ‘mhm’s’ a couple times, puts the papers down, and grins this million dollar smile at you.

“i love it. i knew my people chose you for a reason.” she beams, placing her hand over yours, her thumb rubbing over the skin of your knuckles. “great job, baby.”

the second time you see reneé is unexpected, rather surprising, and had you throwing your phone at the wall with a scream. on your screen appears a picture of reneé, with very little clothes on. the lingerie hugged her curves like rivers hug canyons, the way her tits pushed up just perfectly in her lacey bra, her puffy nipples perked and played with in one hand, and the thong, that left nothing to the imagination.

you wanted to scream again, but you were pretty sure you just woke up your neighbors. the message that popped up after makes you nearly pass out.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: oopsy

you put your phone down, eyes wide and fingers pinched at your nose.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: that was 4 angourie sorry, needed her professional opinion on my nudes LMAO

you put your fucking phone down again, and hid it under a pillow this time. your hands shook, and your stomach was buzzing in excitement. were you about to masturbate? to that? the definite answer was yes, and it was the best orgasm potentially ever.

the third time you see reneé, you're sat next to each other at a big round table, her managers on the other side. it's a business meeting, a very official one, that has you so stressed out you can't seem to sit still. and reneé, being reneé, notices almost immediately. the way your leg bounces underneath the table, the way you pick at the skin of your fingers. she notices it all. and she takes initiative, grabbing your hand into her own and intertwining your fingers. she rubs her thumb over your knuckles, soft, soothing circles that have you relaxing into your chair. she leans over to whisper, “relax, baby. i'm right here.” i'm right here. you flush, your heart racing in your chest.

one thing you love about reneé is how soft she is behind closed doors, how caring and quiet she can be. you find yourself falling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of your own thoughts… does she like me? you think as she stares into your eyes, completely ignoring the very important men talking to her. the blue of her eyes, reminiscent of the polar ice caps, makes you shiver in your seat. they're so soft, so kind, that you couldn't imagine looking anywhere else.

that is until… one of your bosses clears his throat. “the meeting is over. did you pick up anything of importance?” he smiles knowingly, the holding of hands seems to not have gone unnoticed.

“yeah. yeah… i've picked up a lot of things.” you clear your throat, letting go of reneé’s hand and standing quite abruptly. “i gotta go but um… this was really insightful.” you give reneé what you hope is a beaming smile, before walking out of the room with a skip in your step. not only were you excited to hit your dab pen, you were excited that reneé seems to feel for you what you might feel for her!

the fifth time you meet reneé… well, she's drunk, on the phone, begging to come over. who are you to say no? of course you were going to say yes! what idiot wouldn't want reneé rapp drunk in their apartment?

she shows up at your door with a crooked grin, pushing her way in as you quickly shut the door behind her.

“haven't been here in a while… anything change while mama was gone?” reneé giggles, kicking off her heels and draping her body over your entire couch. you scoot her over, gently, and sit next to her.

“nah. i know unfamiliar things stress you out.” you say, a soft smile on your face as you stare down at her. she reaches her hand out to touch your face, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

“why do you care so much?” reneé asks suddenly, her eyes wide. her pupils are blown wide, whether it be from the alcohol or the loving stare she usually gives you, you couldn’t tell.

“cause i like you.” you say quietly, placing your hand over her own. she lets out a huff, a breath of surprise, and lets her hand tremble against your face.

“you like me?”

“more than anything.”

it's been a month since you and reneé started dating, and she's been getting extremely handsy as of late. saying sweetly dirty things over the phone while she's away for her tour, her hand settling right on your thigh with the lightest of squeezes to remind you she's there.

you two haven't gone beyond making out and palming at each other, but reneé has made it very clear that she wants more. which is why… well, she's set up a date at her apartment in LA. she promises it's going to be so romantic and perfect, then asks you to open the gift she left on her bed. the lingerie set she was wearing in that picture. in pink.

you nearly pass out when she texts you.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: wear it for me… please, baby?

you don't question it, not at all, and immediately find yourself putting it on. it's tight, hugging your curves, making you look as beautiful as it made her.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: is it on

you set yourself up in front of her full body mirror, sitting on your knees with your legs spread to reveal the parts of your body you know reneé likes best. the picture is sent, and not more than five seconds later she's typing already.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: let me in, baby, i'm outside :(

you run to the door, nearly slipping in your socks on the hardwood floors of your apartment. as soon as the lock is unlocked, the door is pushed open. standing on the other side? reneé, slowly squaring up to you, pressing her chest against your shoulder.

“you look… fucking amazing.” she breathes, embracing you softly. her lips graze the skin of your throat, and you find yourself tilting your head so she can get a better taste. “are you.. ready?” reneé whispers into your neck, inching her kisses towards your ear. she's breathing heavily, nearly panting because of how worked up she is.

you gently remove yourself from her body for a moment, a shy smile on your face. “can i..?” referring to her clothes, which reneé forgot existed for a moment. she quickly rids herself of her sweatpants and sweater, but now that she's in her panties? she makes it a goddamn show. she hooks her fingers into her panties and pullssss them down, revealing her aching dick.

you know you've soaked through your pretty panties already, but you don't care.

“can i put it in?” reneé pants, grinding her cock against your thigh as she pushes you down onto the bed, climbing over the top of you and straddling your hips. you can't speak, you can only blush and whimper out a yes.

reneé positions herself in front of your aching hole, pushing your panties to the side. she’s plunging in slow, her hips stuttering slightly at how tight and wet you are for her. she's had plenty of dates before, ones that ended in mind blowing sex, but for some reason she knew… this was going to be different.

she takes the lace off of your chest, revealing neglected nipples that begged for her full attention. reneé revels in the feeling of eye contact, so brushes her nose against yours, silently asking you to look her in the eyes. you flush, yet your eyes are opening to stare back into hers. she smiles, sickly sweet, before taking one of your nipples into her mouth. her tongue licks at you lazily, and soon her hips start to move again. she fucks you low and slow, like ribs at the barbecues she'd attend with her parents in north carolina.

“you don't mind if i bite, do you, baby?” reneé purrs, digging her teeth into the flesh by your nipple. you arch your chest forward into her mouth, while simultaneously arching your back to get her deeper inside of you.

she quickens her thrusts, her hands gripping at your hips to pull you into her cock. reneé bites her lip to stop from moaning, letting out a whimper. “can i cum in you, sweet thing?” she asks, her voice husky as she whispers it into your ear. you squirm in her grasp for a moment.

“never.. been cum in before.” you mutter, looking off to the side in embarrassment. reneé smiles, oh so sweetly, before pressing you into a more provocative position. a mating press. she whispers a soft ‘fuck’ and speeds up her thrusts.

“please let me cum in you, baby…” she begs, staring into your eyes pleadingly, almost like a lost puppy. you bite your lip and nod, then gasp as she fucks you harder, snapping her hips into yours. “feel so fuckin’ good, so good for me…” reneé nearly growls, her hips stuttering as she plunges herself as deep as she’ll go. you feel all the air leave your lungs as her cum fills you, and can barely recover before she's taking you into a deep kiss. “i can't wait to do this again, sweetheart.”

#renee rapp #reneé rapp x reader

[fwb-anon]

♡ dear diary… ✁࿓ (014)

dear diary,

sorry for leaving you hanging. yuuji had entered the room, and i didn't want him to find you.

i've put a kuromi sticky note on the page where i stopped, and i'll put one when i tell you the rest of my night with toge. it's those sticky notes that aren't fully sticky, so you can bookmark with it. toge got a hello kitty pack, and gave me the kuromi ones.

i like kuromi. she's a bad bitch, like me.

anyway.

i felt a bit weird today. i received a letter, except i don't usually receive letters. so i looked at the return address, and there wasn't anything. so i opened it, and there was a letter, some bills, and an old photograph inside.

it was from my mom.

i don't want to talk about her. she doesn't deserve it.

but she knows about my life. because of yuuji. he kept in touch with her.

he said she's doing better, and that i should talk to her. i punched him when he said that.

the others stopped me right after, but it was too late anyway: he wanted me to talk to her. i resent her but she's still my mother, so i won't insult her... i feel bad when i do. like it's wrong.

anyway, i punched yuuji and i expected toge to be the first to tell me off, because yuuji is his baby, his favourite. but he didn't. he stared at me and grabbed my hand, too softly (it made me nervous). then, he pulled me inside the bathroom and said "tell me about her".

i didn't want to, but he specified: "why should i punch her?" and it might sound stupid, dear diary, but i feel like he really got me there.

so i told him. he already knew a bit, but i told him more. i told him why i didn't want to see her, and why i didn't want her money or nostalgia.

i didn't tell him about the nights spent outside with her, when she'd pretend she was drunk so we could "practice" bringing her home. or how she was a nice drunk, but still, i didn't want her like this at all. nice drunks are nice people, they don't harm. and the nights she made us believe she was drunk so we could learn how to handle her in the streets, and in the subway, and how to lift her despite her weight (because she was an adult and we were only seven or eight, or maybe ten)— i didn't tell him that. i don't think anyone would believe it.

also, when i told ume and mai about one of those drunk nights, i ended up in tears. i don't want to cry. even if it's angry tears.

anyway.

i told toge and i didn't cry. then, he stared and asked me where was the envelope. i told him, he left the bathroom for a bit, and came back with it.

"what do you wanna do with the money?"

i wanted to burn it, cut it into a thousand pieces, throw it at her face. but we didn't grow up privileged enough for me to go through with that.

"... give it to yuuji." sending gifts back is impolite. that's why i did it.

toge put the bills away and took out the letter. "what do you wanna do with this?"

i shrugged. i felt conflicted, i think.

"i wanna cut it." i added, "then keep it."

it felt different that way. like i was still angry... even though i don't know why i'd keep it. but toge nodded, and told me we'd do it later.

then, he took out the photograph. it was the five of us: grandpa, dad, mom, yuuji and me. it was very old.

"what do we do with this?" his tone was softer.

i didn't think twice. "hide it. don't tell me where... just hide it. and don't tell me when it's done. don't give me hints... pretend it never happened."

my eyes got wet for a second, because i remembered the ending to a show i really liked and somehow this felt like it.

toge kissed my forehead and stroked my cheek. "whatever you need." he made me look at him. "no more punching, okay?"

this made me cry a bit. he held me against him and pet my hair. it felt too nice.

i hate myself for this, dear diary, but when he was comforting me, the only thing i kept thinking was: i need a drink.

#cw alcohol #cw alcoholism #cw bad parenting #fwb.dear-diary #sukutoge #this one is meh in terms of writing #but anywhooo #sorry for the angst <3 #ngl the show sukuna mentioned is like #to me that's the good place #with chidi #iykyk #just the entire thing about the wave... i don't usually rewatch or re-read things #i have a great memory which is a hassle soooo i can't forget stuff basically #which means i don't ever have the experience of 'omg this happens??' so i don't usually see the point in rewatching #bc it's like... i also remember what i was feeling yk so why would i relive things i remember LOL #but this show... i've watched it at least 7 or 8 times for the past year... not counting the previous years ofc #watched it 3 times in a row too #it just makes me cry. always. like... idk it's like i finally get what being human is with this show yk? #ANYWAY <3

[thewhizzyhead]

actually yea i Will ramble about the confusion of being a queer filipino teen who is very socmed savvy because like. so i learned to more fully come to terms with my bisexuality on here right? And right now, so have many of my classmates and schoolmates and friends that my twitter feed is filled with gay shit thanks to them. and even my schools have made an effort to showcase that they (or at least, the student government) support and stand for queer communities. so woo, not only do you get exposed to the progressiveness of the foreigners in stuff like this, but you also see your generation trying to catch up with them and push for LGBTQ+ people to truly be accepted and welcomed like we've seen in other countries. and so I get so immersed in that WOO WE ARE MAKING PROGRESS in terms of like what goes beyond basic human decency that I forget the fact that I have buried my rainbow pride shirt that my mom gifted me deep under the clothes in my closet because I know that I Can't Wear That Shirt In Public If I Don't Wanna Get Stared At Demeaningly. The realization of the stuff that holds me and other queer filipino teens back hits me like a brick, even moreso when others with similar backgrounds and experiences as I look at everyone else express how far we have progressed.

And so, we are caught up in the middle - knowing who exactly we are and what can and should be done, but also not being able to fully join in the fun because of other stuff holding us back - some out of fear, some out of obligation, some out of shame, and some out of love for those that still hold disdain.

Long story short, it's complicated being a queer teen in a country whose attempts at progressiveness is being looked down upon by many of its own people - some of which are our own families.

#sO UM YEA NO WONDER WE DON'T HAVE A FILIPINO TEEN SHOW WITH A QUEER STORYLINE YET GJXJJX #because um There Is So Much To Unpack Here I Don't Know Where To Start #the experiences differ tho so i can't say that this is like a common denominator for all queer filipino teens #but it is a denominator all the same so jdjsc #yeaaaa social media can make you forget like the reality of a situation huh #like look i really wanna wear that pride shirt in public because like well it'll be a shame if i just keep it in my closet #(there is a metaphor i can write about somewhere there) #and my mom even encourages me to like wear the damn shirt #but um. some people just Aren't Nice and I don't wanna feel like hiding the shirt while wearing it in public #so um bbfjsj there's more complicated shit but i'm sleepy so wah #personal shit #Philippines #philippines stuff

[nakachuchu]

Love is in the Air or Not | Kuroo Tetsuro + Yaku Morisuke

SYNOPSIS: Harry Potter AU - Two boys are pining for you.

READER: female

WORDS: 2093

WRITTEN: 03/17/2021

NOTES: I rewrote this a lot of times and I read it so many times that I started hating it, so I'm not sure if anyone will actually enjoy it but I spent too much time on it.

You were one of the rare girls who didn't give into Kuroo. He was known at Hogwarts for being a player and being absolutely wicked at sex. It was why girls always crawled to him—but not you.

He wanted to know why it was so easy for you to resist his charms. He thought he was quite attractive, and for you to not agree was an insult.

Kuroo approached you while you were talking to a friend. You slowly turned around and looked up at the tall man as your friend shuffled away.

He grinned at you. "Go out with me."

You laughed with a smile as you reached up to fix his tie. "You're crazy."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Is that a no?"

"It's a big no."

"Why not? I'm a catch," he said.

"Because it's obvious you just want to fuck me," you retorted.

"Aren't you even a bit curious?" he asked.

"No, but I am hungry," you said as you walked away from him to grab a muffin.

You didn't care for relationships or boys, so Kuroo was a no-go for you. You cared more about your friends and getting good grades.

The next day, Kuroo approached you once more in the common room. It was times like this where you wished you were sorted into a different House.

"Go out with me?" Kuroo asked with a flower bouquet in his hand.

The flowers looked as if he pulled them out of the dirt from the courtyard, and you wouldn't be surprised if he did.

You shook your head. "I'm not taking these."

Kuroo's arm swung back to his side. "Why not? Girls like flowers."

You fought back the urge to snatch those flowers and smack him on the head with it. "Not all girls like flowers and not all of them want to have sex with you," you retorted.

You left the common room without taking the flowers. Yaku walked in the room with a muffin in his hand and a book wedged in his armpit.

"Feels bad, doesn't it?" Yaku asked.

Kuroo's eye twitched. "Mouthy already, huh?"

"You tell me."

"Smartass," Kuroo commented with a snort.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask my ass? Here, it's been really calm today."

Yaku turned around and stuck his butt out. Kuroo rolled his eyes and shoved his back before smacking him with the flowers. Yaku turned back and whacked him in the face with his book.

"Dick," Kuroo muttered.

"Asshole," Yaku retorted. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe Y/N doesn't like you?"

"Every girl likes me. They just want to be fucked."

Yaku rolled his eyes. "I'm going to the library. You're annoying the fuck out of me."

"Please do, midget."

Yaku ignored him and walked toward the library with his school bag. He didn't expect to see you there, standing by a bookcase though. He approached you hesitantly and you smiled faintly once you saw him.

"Hey, Yaku," you greeted.

"Hey, Y/N. How's your day so far?" he asked.

"Kuroo hasn't stopped bothering me. It's a miracle he's not here right now. You didn't shrink him and hide him in your robes, did you?"

Yaku smiled as he stuck his hand in his robes and patted his body.

"I don't think he's in there, but if he is, then I probably squished him by then."

You chuckled. "With that ego of his, there's no way we'll be able to shrink him."

He snorted. "You can say that again. I could power a whole town with that ego."

"Try the whole world," you retorted.

The two of you paused before bursting out in laughter. Students nearby curiously looked at you and the librarian shushed you. The two of you zipped your mouths and did your best to not laugh.

You never failed to make him laugh. It was why he liked spending time with you.

The two of you met in your first year and it wasn't difficult to become friends with him. He was a bit shy at first, but eventually came out of his shell when you started smiling and telling jokes to him during class.

"What are you studying for?" you asked.

"Charms," he answered. "You?"

"Potions."

Yaku nodded. "My best subject is Potions."

"And my best subject is Charms," you replied.

"Wanna be study partners?" he asked as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

"It would be an honor."

The librarian shushed you again.

The two of you looked at each other before forcing down your laughter.

You enjoyed spending time with Yaku. He was humble, smart, and had a wicked sense of humor.

"Y/N, another Outstanding for you!" the professor said as he passed back your test.

You smiled gratefully. Charms always came naturally to you.

"Kuroo, Poor. Was this lesson too difficult for you? You usually do so well."

"Ah, well, I've been a bit under the weather. Maybe Y/N could tutor me since she's so smart," said Kuroo lazily.

"That sounds wonderful!" the professor exclaimed.

You froze and dropped the book you were holding onto the desk. "Please repeat that, Professor. I'm afraid my hearing is a bit wonky these days."

"You should tutor Kuroo!" he repeated. "Lunch is about to start, so everyone may leave. Y/N, I expect you to help Kuroo raise his grades."

You and Kuroo left the room, side-by-side.

"There's no way you purposely failed that test to get me to tutor you, did you?" you asked.

"Who knows?" he questioned with a smirk.

Truth was, he did fail on purpose to get time with you. But it wasn't because he had a crush on you.

He didn't do crushes. It was difficult for him to get attached to someone because no one was worth his time.

"Your technique is all wrong," you critiqued. "Why do you move your arm around like a dead worm?"

After class, you immediately dragged him to a corner of the library to coach him.

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "You're meaner than you look," he said. "Everyone thinks you're this saint, but you're really not."

You raised an eyebrow. "I think I'm pretty nice."

"If you're nice, then go out with me," he countered.

"I'm not that nice."

"Are you sure? I'm pretty cute," he said.

"That's a good joke," you retorted.

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, but I actually do have a good joke. Why did the ketchup blush?"

"I don't know. I don't like ketchup."

"He saw the salad dressing."

You blinked. "That's...horrible. Are you a dad? You're making dad jokes!"

"Hey, they're good! Look, look, I have another one, okay? What's the difference between a G-spot and a golf ball? A man will actually search for a golf ball."

You snorted. "Okay, that's actually—" You started laughing. "That's actually pretty funny."

Kuroo never noticed how cute your laugh and snort was. He liked it when you loosened up around him, so he continued to tell bad jokes.

"Stop making me laugh!" you scolded. "I'm supposed to be tutoring you!"

Kuroo laughed in return. "Think of this as a break!"

"We've had a ten-minute break with me laughing and you telling jokes!"

Other students in the library were starting to get annoyed with the two. At first, they were intrigued by you spending time with Kuroo, but they started to get annoyed with how loud you were.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Kuroo responded.

"Maybe. Unless you're actually failing Charms."

"I'm not. I'm actually smart, you know."

You hummed. "No, I don't think I know."

"Will you go out with me?" he asked again.

It was so sudden, that you didn't know what to say. And when you looked at how serious he was, you nearly agreed.

But you had never dated someone before, and Kuroo was known for being a player.

"No," you said softly. "But for good reason. Maybe you should ask out someone else? Like you said, you're a catch."

He nodded. His mouth felt a bit dry and there was a bad taste in his mouth. He felt a bit uncomfortable but understood what you meant.

The two of you met in your first year, but you only knew him through Yaku. Their families knew each other, so they grew up together.

You and Kuroo weren't close to each other, but if you were around Yaku, Kuroo would normally appear to tease him.

Along the way, he got intrigued by how you never gave him the time of day.

The Winter Ball was coming up. Students were asking each other out left and a right. Everywhere you turned, a student would be asking another student to attend the ball with them.

"Are you going to ask anyone to the ball, Yaku?" you asked as you sat down next to him in the library.

He suddenly seemed frigid. "No!" he exclaimed.

"Shh!" the librarian angrily shushed.

"You seem very eager about that. It's all right. You don't have to tell me anything."

He fidgeted with the ends of his robes. "Y/N, do you want to go to the ball with me?"

Yaku liked you. It wasn't hard to tell, and while you could picture a relationship with him, you weren't ready for one.

You froze, the book in your hand balancing on the spine. "I wasn't planning on going to the dance. I don't like loud, crowded places," you explained. "Sorry. It's definitely not you. Um—let's just study, okay?"

He felt dejected, but it was better than you rejecting him for another person. He nodded and opened his book.

Kuroo looked up from the couch in the common room once he heard the door open. You casually walked in, waving to others with a book wedged into your armpit.

He got up from the couch and walked over to you. You paused as he stood in front of you with his signature smirk.

"Do you want to go to the Winter Ball with me?" he asked.

"Yaku didn't put you up to this, right?" you asked.

"No. Did he do something?"

"He asked me to the dance, like, an hour ago. I'm going to tell you what I told him. I'm not planning on going," you said. "Dances aren't my thing. I'll just be in the common room."

You turned around and headed up to your dorm.

Dances weren't Kuroo's scene, either, but he asked because he wanted to get to know you better. But, he didn't mind the idea of spending time with you alone while the others were at a dance.

Kuroo left the common room to find Yaku to get some answers. Because Kuroo wasn't stupid—regardless of how people thought—he knew Yaku would be in the library.

"Do you like Y/N?" Kuroo asked as he approached him.

Yaku nodded, looking up from his seated position. "Yeah, I do. Do you?"

Kuroo scoffed. "I don't know. She's pretty cool though."

"Who knows? Maybe she'll actually end up liking you—when pigs fly," Yaku added.

Kuroo scoffed. "She'd definitely pick me."

The boys stared each other down silently.

On the day of the dance, you were left alone in the common room. The fire was going and you had a book on your lap.

It was quiet and peaceful, and you liked it. Until two bumbling idiots ran down the stairs while arguing with each other.

You looked up from your book. "Really, boys? You couldn't have gone to the dance like the others?"

"Well, the girl we asked didn't want to go," Kuroo retorted as he jumped over the couch and sat next to you.

Yaku quietly sat on your other side. You closed your book and placed it on the table in front of you.

"Fair point," you said as you waved your wand to turn on the radio.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

"What are you doing?" Yaku asked.

"Taking a nap. We're not going anywhere," you retorted.

The two boys looked at each other as you drifted off to sleep. You didn't mind their company as long as neither of them bothered you—mainly Kuroo.

"She'll never date you," Yaku said.

"How do you know that? I'm a catch. I bet she'll date me."

"I doubt that. I have a better chance than you," Yaku retorted.

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "A midget like you would never win."

The two began to quietly bicker with each other. They were rivals, after all, and this was only the beginning.

#haikyu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #yaku morisuke x reader #sfw

[deexchanel]

When he sees me

Word Count: 1400

Summary: Empriss prepares for her first date with Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC, Steve x Fem!OC

Warning: Fluff and singing!

A/N: (If you do not like singing in one-shots then read something else!) When I wrote this one-shot when I obsessed with the song . “When he sees me” from Waitress the musical.😆 so link to the song right here so you can listen to it while you read!

https://youtu.be/-H-uxwvJT2c

Empriss sat in front of her vanity nervous while Hermione curls her hair. Bucky had Steve to help him ask her on a date. They had been liking each other for a while but never had the nerve to ask each until he did.

"Are you nervous bestie?" Emma asked while working her magic.

"I stick with real things, usually facts and figures. When information's in its place, I minimize the guessing game. Guess what?" Empriss sing basically rambling not wanting to admit she was.

"What? Empriss answer the question. It's a simple one!" Hermione stated grabbing another piece of hair to curl it.

"I don't like guessing game, or when I feel things before I know the feelings. How am I supposed to operate if I'm just tossed around by fate? Like on an unexpected date?" Empriss sing turning to look at Alexis. She rolled her eyes letting the last curl fall.

"Empriss you're overthinking. It's just Bucky, this maybe the chance for you to get to finally know each other!"

"With a stranger who might talk too fast. Or ask me questions about myself. Before I've decided that he can ask me questions about myself." Empriss cross her arms over her chest. She stood up going to her closet.

"He might sit too close or call the waiter by his first name or eat Oreos. But eat the cookie before the cream." Hermione mocked jokingly so Empriss could hear how crazy she sound.

But Empriss thought she was finally understanding what she was thinking about. "But what scares me the most. What scares me the most?"

"Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it? What happens then?" Empriss sing holding up a dress. Hermione tilt her head examing it but she doesn't like it so she shake her head no.

Empriss throws it behind her grabbing a couple more to try on. She wanted to pick out the best dress for him. "If when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away, to only get it given back? I couldn't live with that."

"So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind. This way I get the best view. So that when he sees me, I want him too." Empriss sing confidently picking up the perfect dress. She shakes it in excitement then walks over to the bed.

"Dawn, don't you think you're being a little, I mean maybe just a tad." Hermione trailed off not wanting to call her crazy. Hermione phone dinged signaling that Steve texted her. "Steve said they're back in the building! Put a little pep in your step bestie!"

"I'm not defensive! I'm simply being cautious, I can't risk reckless dating. Due to my miscalculating."Empriss sing sitting in front of the vanity again. "While a certain suitor stands in line I've seen in movie. Most made for television."

She used her talents to do the best makeup look. "You cannot be too careful, when it comes to sharing your life. I could end up a miserable wife."

Bucky held the red roses bouquet in his hands nervously. "What if she doesn't like me Steve? What if she doesn't like my arm or how I eat or something. What-"

Steve cuts him off, "It's going go good Buck. I know Empriss personally, she doesn't judge people."

"Okay Steve, I'm going to take your word on it. Is she beautiful?" Bucky wondered since he haven't seen what she looked like yet. Steve pat a hand on his shoulder smirking.

"Beautiful as ever."

"Emrpiss you're killing me. Bucky is the best person I've ever known. He's so cute and super sweet." Hermione assured sitting on top of the vanity. " What are you so scared about?"

"Sorry girl, but he could be criminal, some sort of psychopath. Who escaped from an institution,somewhere where they don't have girls." Empriss sing letting her imagination run wild. Hermione sigh taking the brush from her hand so she could do upwards strokes on her face.

"He could have masterminded some way to find me. He could be colorblind. How untrustworthy is that? He could be less than kind." Hermione sing mocking her again. She leaned back once she was finished with the makeup. "Empriss I got to admit it. Your nervousness making you sound crazy."

Empriss rolled her eyes continuing. "Or even worse he could be very nice, have lovely eyes and make me laugh, come out of hiding. What do I do with that?" She sing somberly fumbling with a makeup brush. Hermione lifted Empriss face so their eyes could meet.

"Empriss this is going to be the best date okay?" Be the confident best friend I know. This isn't going to be like what you had with little dick Tyler. Bucky's going to treat you so much better."

Empriss smiled and her eyes twinkled in excitement. She rushed to the bathroom with her dress in hand. Bucky and Steve arrived at the door. The winter soldier hand was held in front of the door so he could knock until he heard the girl's inside.

"Why aren't you knocking?" Steve asked confused and Bucky held a 'shh' then pointed at his ear then at the door. Both guys placed their ear again the door so they could hear better.

Empriss twirled around in her outfit happily, "Oh, god what if when he sees me I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can't close it?" She grabbed Hermione’s hands they both giggled dancing around the room.

"What happens then? If when he holds me, my heart is set in motion I'm not prepared for that. I'm scared of breaking open." Empriss sing hitting a high note. "But still I can't help from hoping."

The music get softer and Emrpiss fall back on the bed, "To find someone to talk to,who likes the way I am. Someone who when he sees me....Wants to again."

Hermione clapped at the beautiful song that she sing, "You're voice is amazinggg!! They should be here any minute, ready to go?"

Empriss nodded her head, "That's you with the beautiful voice bestie. I'm ready!" She gets up from the bed grabbing odds and ins to take with her. Bucky was blown away by her amazing voice. He knocked on the door and in a matter of seconds Hermione opened the door.

"Hi Bucky! Hey baby!"

"Hey Hermione." Bucky smile. Steve leans down giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Hey baby."

Empriss walked over standing beside Hermione. Bucky mouth was agape from her being totally different from what he thought of. "I'm um- uh-."

He stuttered over his words blushing and Steve helped him out like a good friend would. "This is Bucky, my best friend."

All Bucky could do was hold out her flowers towards her which she happily took. "My name is Empriss and Thank you Bucky! These are beautiful." She stands on her tippy toes placing a kiss on his cheek. "I prefer hibiscus flowers but roses are my second fave."

"I'm glad you like them." Bucky smiled looking her lovingly. Hermione took that as a sign that they needed to leave.

"Well me and Steve are going to have dinner with Tony and Lori. See y'all when y'all get back! Have fun!"

Everyone bid goodbyes and it was just Empriss and Bucky left. She was putting the flowers in some water.

"Where are we going for our date? I wanna know if I'm too dressed up."

"Oh we're going to a restaurant and if you didn't mind, afterwards I was going to take us go the beach."

"I love the beach. Let me grab a swimsuit and we can go." Empriss smiled which hooked Bucky on. He bit his lip fighting every temptation to kiss her.Unknowingly to him, she wanted to as well. You only live once so fuck it.

Empriss grabbed his shirt placing a passionate kiss on his lips. Bucky grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. He deepen the kiss as his hands guides down to her ass, gripping it. The both pulled back with smiles on their face.

"I'm going to enjoy this date with you."

"Me too. I like it already."

———————-

Hermione is @kalopsia-flaneur 💞

I hope you guys enjoyed it.

I thought this was really cute and corny.

Stay slutty my friendsss 😉

#bucky barnes fluff #captain america #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #steve rogers fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x black oc #marvel #bucky barnes one shot

[takamakisu]

Connected

This is a super indulgent fanfic where Mishima actually gets treated nicely by Akira and Co. so whoooo-

Being the admin of the Phan-Site, while a job of passion, was extremely tiring. Mishima spent many sleepless nights banning trolls, replying to comments, and creating forums. Life became a routine: go to school, do homework, manage the Phan-Site. Visit the shops, manage the Phan-Site. Eat, while managing the Phan-Site. Take a nap. Phan-Site. Phan-Site. 

Phan-Site.

Phan-Site.

Phan-Site.

His fingers flew like spider's legs over the keyboard of his phone and laptop, determined to carry the little world that he had created on his shoulders like a modern day Atlas. The Phantom Thieves needed him, he HAD to help them, he had to he had to-

Some jerk was going off about how the Phantom Thieves were "immoral" and "a danger to justice. Mishima automatically moved his finger to ban another troublemaker, then squinted at the username. 

DetectivePrince???

Mishima blinked once, twice, and belatedly realized that Goro Akechi himself was on his site, wanting to start an argument about the moral ethics of the Phantom Thieves. A ghost of a smile flickered across Yuuki's lips, and instead of banning, he clicked the "reply" button instead. This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, why not humor it? After letting Akechi have it, an argument between the two ensues. Other users joined the fray and laughed at the detective prince, and Mishima smugly banned the annoying, stuck up guy once he'd had his fun. What a moron. Felt good, to finally be in control.

Unfortunately, Mishima hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, and he bumped into the door of the cafeteria, shaking himself to bring his surroundings to standstill. A mild blush painted itself over his cheeks and he looked around nervously to see if anybody had noticed- and of course they had. They were hiding their mouths behind their hands with shaking shoulders, and Yuuki felt a wave of irritation wash over. "Oh yeah, sure, laugh!" he snapped. "Don't you guys have anything better to do?" In a huff, he entered the cafeteria, then stationed himself at a table in the back, as always. And as always, he kept an eagle eye on the Phan-Site. It was the last thing he checked before sleeping (if he slept at all) and the first thing he looked over in the morning. The days began to blur together, and tired became his neutral state of being. But he kept at it, because they needed him, and he needed to be needed. It was the only thing he had going for him, only thing that made him worth something..

Another day at a table alone in the cafeteria, and Mishima blinked somewhat blearily at his phone, scrolling through threads as words began to blur together. And then suddenly, his device was swiped away, and the boy looked up absolutely flabbergasted into the bespectacled face of Akira Kurusu. "Hey," Yuuki cried when the shock wore off, eyebrows furrowing. "That's mine. Give it back!" He reached for it, but Akira held it up higher, and irritation erupted in Mishima's chest. Shooting up from his chair, he angrily stared the other brunet down and leaped for his phone, clawing at it desperately. "Stop it!!!!!!" 

"You are absolutely obsessed with this thing," Kurusu replied calmly, his tenor voice mellow as he kept the phone just out of reach. "Every time I see you, your face is buried in it. When was the last time you slept?" he demanded, eyes narrowing. The anger was shocked away, and Yuuki merely stared, unable to formulate a response. "You don't even remember, do you Mishima?" he frowned. Students were watching them now, mouths and eyes wide open. 

"Why do you care?" Yuuki challenged, anger washing over again. "Just give me back my phone. I need it," he hollered, and his voice broke and his vision began to blur as he reached up and up and up but it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough.

"Why do you need it, Mishima?"

"Because I have to run the Phan-Site and if I don't have my phone, I can't do that!!" Yuuki's voice shot up into the higher ranges to the point he was almost shrieking, and hot tears began to leak out of his eyes and he hated it, he hated it so much. Why couldn't people just leave him alone?! "GIVE IT BACK, I SWEAR TO GOD-"

Akira grabbed his shoulders and shook him mildly, grey eyes stormy. "STOP IT."  Mishima was stunned into silence, and his chest heaved. "Do you see what this thing-" and he held up the phone- "is DOING to you? You're so consumed with it that it's become like a part of you and you don't even know who you are without it anymore. The Phan-Site is not going to crash and burn if you're not there for one day. It is going to be fine. You, on the other hand, are running yourself into the GROUND. Do you ever take any time to yourself? Outside of this??"

Silence.

"This is an intervention, Mishima," Akira declared. "You are going to take better care of yourself. And I won't take no for an answer." With that, he pocketed the phone, and Yuuki stared hollowly, eyes and cheeks red from tears. "Now, come on."

"Huh? Where are we going?"

"You're coming to sit with me." Whispers began to rise like winds, and Kurusu turned on his heel to go back to his table. Mishima moved to follow him, but his surroundings became hazy and he stumbled, unbalanced. When did everything start moving….?

"Ngh-" 

"Mishima?"

He was falling. The next thing he knew he was in Akira's arms, and the whispers had gotten louder. "What's the matter?" Kurusu asked, concern heavy. Yuuki didn't answer. His head felt like somebody had stuffed it full of cotton, and he couldn't think straight. "Okay, um," the taller boy stammered, "let's just..let's go to the nurse, yeah?" Putting Mishima's arm around his shoulder, the duo made their way to the nurse's office. Thankfully Yuuki wasn't ill, merely overtired, and he drifted off after a few minutes. When he came to, Akira was back. "Mornin' sleepyhead. Time to go."

"Go?" Mishima echoed, turning his head towards Akira. "Go where?"

"Home. Classes are over for the day."

The shorter boy shot up like a rocket, eyes huge. "WHAT?! I slept that long!?" 

"Sure did. You gotta take better care of yourself," was the calm reply, and Mishima felt a prickle of shame. "And since you passed out before eating lunch, dinner's on me." Through the sea of people they walked to Leblanc, and Akira grabbed two plates of curry, setting one in front of Mishima. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said, "I got your phone still. Eat up, and then you can have it back." Yuuki began to eat quietly, and Akira did as well, comfortable with the silence. After a few minutes, Mishima put his fork down, surroundings blurring again, and bit his lip, burying his face in his arms.

"Woah, hey," the messy haired boy gasped. "What are you crying for? I knew Boss's curry was good, but I didn't know it was that good-"

"Why do you care?" Yuuki choked, scrubbing at his eyes. "Nobody else does. Not my parents, not anybody in the school, so why do- it's my fault your record was leaked it's my fault people hate you, Kurusu!" 

"Mishima, that wasn't your fault," Akira said firmly. "Stop taking burdens that aren't yours to carry. I don't hold that against you, okay?"

"I'm sorry," Yuuki muttered, because he didn't know what else to do, or say.

"It's not your fault. And to answer your question, I care because it's what friends do."

"..friends?" Mishima whispered, looking up incredulously.

"Yup, you're my friend now. So you're stuck with me. Whoohoo!" Akira grinned, and in spite of himself, Yuuki grinned back, weakly. 

"You're a great guy, you know that?"

"Nah. I'm just doin' the right thing."

"Sounds like something a Phantom Thief would say," Mishima replied with a knowing smile, and Kurusu's eyes widened slightly. "You thought you were subtle? I know that was you. I'll bet Sakamoto and Takamaki are in on it too. But don't worry! I swear not to tell a soul. That's what friends do, yeah?" he nodded, going back to his curry. "They keep‎ secrets." Akira nodded in reply. 

"Thanks for being our biggest supporter. Just remember to take care of yourself, too." 

After eating, Mishima went home, feeling significantly lighter, and he realized as he stepped inside he'd left his phone with Kurusu. 

….oh well. He'd be okay. He had a lot to think about, anyway.

The next day, Yuuki plodded along to school, and during lunchtime began to make his way to his regular seat. But a gentle hand to his wrist stopped him in his tracks. "Hey," a feminine voice said, and he looked up into Ann Takamaki's baby blues. 

"Takamaki-san??"

"Come sit with us," she went on, gesturing with her head towards the table with Sakamoto and Kurusu. "Nobody should be sitting alone!" 

Mishima blinked twice. "I don't wanna be a bother or anything-"

"You're not. Come on, silly!" Ann chirped, pulling him along to where her friends were gathered. Ryuji grinned at him from ear to ear, toothily. 

"Hey man! What's up?" 

"I'm...good?" Mishima ventured, hesitantly taking a seat. "Thanks for letting me sit with you guys, Takamaki-san."

"Just call me Ann!" she smiled, and he nodded, slowly. 

"Oh, uh- alright." 

Lunch was nice, and Mishima felt wanted for once. After it was over, he stood to go, but Ann tapped his shoulder. "Hey."

"What?"

"What's your cell? So we can keep in touch." 

"Oh uh..I don't have my phone on me."

"Really?" Ryuji questioned, eyebrows raised. "That thing's so attached to you it's like it's your girlfriend or something," he joked, playfully punching the brunet in the arm. Wordlessly, Akira passed Mishima his device, face set. A beat.

"Wait, why do YOU have-"

"Intervention."

"Ohhh," the blondes chorused, nodding and muttering in understanding. "So, Mishima," Ryuji went on, "I'm thinking about going to the arcade after school. You wanna come with?" 

Yuuki's grin is soft but full. "That sounds fun, Sakamoto. I'd love to."

"Ay man no need to be all formal and all that. Jus' call me Ryuji."

"Ah- okay Ryuji."

"Oh, hey!" Ann piped up, pulling out her 3DS, "Almost forgot to check on my town."

"You play Animal Crossing?!" Mishima cried excitedly, then shrank in embarrassment "Ah, sorry. I just- um."

But Ann just grinned at him. "Sure do! Wanna exchange friend codes?"

"What's so excitin' about picking fruit and talkin' to animals, anyways?" Ryuji wondered. "I don't get it."

"It's relaxing!" Ann huffed, puffing up her cheeks. Mishima nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah. The guy who created the game actually did so because he missed his family and he wanted the player to experience a sense of community," he explained, moving his hands as he talked. "It's helped a lot of people feel like they had somewhere to belong, if only for a while. You actually get closer to your villagers the more you talk to them too, and- they basically become like your friends!" He's rambling, and Mishima goes quiet, embarrassed again. "Um. Yeah."

"Huh. That's pretty cool," Ryuji nodded, and Yuuki grinned. 

Ann exchanged friend codes and phone numbers, and Mishima felt ten pounds lighter for the rest of the day. The arcade was really fun too, and the four of them went out to eat afterwards and by the time it was time to go home, Yuuki was tired, but in the best way. 

...he still hadn't checked the Phan-Site. Pulling it up, he was surprised to see that a post had been made by him, with several replies. 

Hey guys! I'm not going to be quite as active for a little while, I've been super tired lately. I'll still be here of course, but I need some time to recuperate. ~Admin

To his shock, an overwhelming amount of the replies were positive. 

That's OK! Take care of yourself! 

Your health comes first man no sweat

get some rest king u deserve it 

He's crying again. Maybe people really did care. Maybe he really didn't have to put every waking moment into this. 

..but who got into his account? His phone had a password so somebody must've hacked it to- 

He'd have to thank Futaba later. For now, he was going to bed. Akira was right. It wouldn't die if he wasn't there 24/7, and he had friends now; people who cared about him. Pulling up the group chat, he sent a text:

hey guys! i had a great time today. thanks for everything. 

Three dots appeared, and then Ryuji replied.

 [no prob bro]

[we shud hang out more]

Ann was next. 

[yw! we had a good time too :)]

And then Akira.

[nbd

im going to bed now gn]

[good night!]

Mishima put his phone away and drifted off, looking forward to school for the first time in a very long time. Life wasn't magically sunshine and rainbows now, but with 3 new friends, it was going to be a lot easier.

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #yuuki mishima #akira kusuru #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #akechi is here too but he's only mentioned so yeah #i really like how this turned out #i may write more of these cuz i really like writing mishima interactions with the main cast. #📖; jazzy drabbles

[artsyxloner]

Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, violence

10: Rescue Mission Pt2

I was quiet for a few minutes knowing this man wasn't like Suk-Hyun.  I knew he was going to shoot me If I didn't say anything.

" I got cut by a piece of glass," I said truthfully, he seemed to believe me lowering his weapon. " know you said you were going to room 1408 right" I nodded. " you know that's the fourteenth floor, I'm sure you're wanna use someone who's not afraid of death."

The man laughed, the girl that her name was Yoo-Ri was about to protest. " well you're fired, you've done well nursing this old man but it's time to come out of Retirement." He Insisted.

" I want to be a superhero before I die." He proclaimed, he did know this wasn't about playing superhero right even though he wanted to join my mission.

" let me join you?"

I didn't need anyone else they would just slow me down, the only reason why that man went was that he was doing something of his own.

" you're just acting Tough."

His smile dropped, " what?" I know I shouldn't be rude but it's the only way not to get him to come I didn't need to have someone else die on my Conscience. " you're just fooling yourself, no one wants to die."

I mentioned, the man didn't look too happy. " let me explain something to you, young lady not being afraid of death and wanting to die are two very different things. I'm planning to live longer than all the rest of you kids you'll see."

The old man smirked, knowing I wasn't going to change his mind we made our way to the fourteenth floor not knowing what type of monsters awaited there.

When we arrived in the apartment, I opened the door seeing an old man, getting a closer look I saw he was in a wheelchair, I frowned feeling bad then seeing a pair of children a boy and a girl they couldn't have been past the age of ten.

Why didn't they tell me this?

The old man closed the door with a black string that was attached to it, then he held up his Crutches that were made into a weapon. He was good at making those things.

" you know Hyun-Su right?" I asked, his eyes widened, but he gave me a firm yes. " is he alright?" the man asked with concern. I nodded, " he's alright, are leader Eun-Hyuk asked me to come and get you and know I'm guessing the kids."

The man kept quiet, " Why didn't Hyun-Su come?" I small voice asked, it was the little boy that was holding a toy Dinosaur. I smiled and got down to his level.

" he stayed behind to keep people safe from the monsters." I lied, making a funny monster sound. This seemed to make the little boy laugh.

" But you'll see him once we get down there." I patted his head. I guess I'm taking four more people with me. " alright I'll just pack wait here." The old man said going off to get his things.

Not knowing what to do one of the children grabbed my arm. " are you Hyun-Su girlfriend?" The girl asked. My eyes went wide. Girlfriend?

" oh, um on we are just—" I thought about it for a moment. What were we, friends or Acquaintances? Knowing I won't ever be his girlfriend that was impossible during the Situation we were in right now.

" We are just people that know each other," I explained we were nothing more nothing less even though my feelings for him were strong but I didn't know what they were yet?

The girl made an 'Oh' face and changed the subject. " well I'm Su-Yeong and that is my little brother Yeong-Su." They gave me their names. I like how they were the same but in a different order.

After the man returned, he had a big bag of stuff, along with his crutch-like weapon. " I'm ready to get out of here." The man told me I nodded, knowing I Accomplished my first mission hopefully we didn't have to do this anymore.

Heading down I had one of the kids on my back while the other was on Yu-Ri back. I figured that it would be faster just in case the kids didn't run fast enough.

I wonder where that one man is that came up with me? I hoped he was okay after what just happened. Going down the stairs Yeong-Su kept talking to me say how much longer.

" don't worry we are almost there," I assured him whispering, putting my finger up to my lips. I could then feel his little head lay on my shoulder.

We didn't need to be talking just in case because some monsters can hear well from what I've seen. There could be more hiding.

Once we made it down to the first floor, I was surprised at what was going on. There was blood all over the floor with two dead bodies lying there.

One was a man dressed in a Korean military suit and the other was a teenage girl that Mrs. Cha was holding that must have been her daughter. Letting the kid off my back I shield his eyes he didn't need to see this Yu-Ri did the same to Su-Yeong.

Taking both of their hands I lead them

Away. The atmosphere was tense also the rain made it worse. I then noticed the man that had gone up with me. His head was bleeding but his breathing was evident he wasn't dead.

Not knowing what was going on I continued and took the kids to the day-care-Center. Bringing them in they sat down in front of a dollhouse there faces looking glum.

" Su-Yeong why isn't dad here with us?" Yeong-su, cried, I didn't know what to do I thought that man in the wheelchair was their father or something like that?

" They can't, bring dad back. They said it would be too sad for us if they did." she Padded her brothers leg. " that doesn't make any sense though!"

I was about to say something until Mrs. Cha came through the door, " do you mind if I take them off your hands?" She spoke, sadly. I nodded knowing this may be good for her.

Turning to the kids I ruffled there hair, " you listen to her alright." I began, " I actually have to go somewhere." I needed to talk to Eun-hyuk Leaving the room I said my byes and went to find him.

I was angry to say the least, how come he didn't tell me about the children, Like was he just wanting that man?what ever it was I was going to let him have it.

I had stopped to ask a few people and they said he was in the restroom. Not caring I went in there slamming the door open. " so you didn't bother to tell me about the children?"

Eun-Hyuk was washing hands but after hearing me he stopped and looked over. " they would have been a Distraction, I just needed the man." He Plainly admitted. Like he didn't care for them at all. " so what? you just wanted me to leave them there!"

He stayed silent which confirmed it. " the man was are number one Priority." He grabbed a paper towel drying his hands. " if things went south leave them." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

" are you hearing your self? You expect me to leave two Defenseless children against blood thirst monsters." I shook my head this guy was insane.

" I hear myself completely, I would if it came down to it, risking lives wow—" I laughed "instead of making others risk there lives, how about you go and deal with the problem instead of using other people to do it."

I was pretty sure you could see steam coming out of my ears my face felt hot. " your going to have to get use to using people Soo-Nico, I have to use the people I think that are, are best weapon."

People weren't weapons, swinging up my Machete I showed him. " This! This! is a weapon, not humans." He nodded, " I agree completely, but we have to use what we have."

He was about to leave but I blocked the door. " you're twisted aren't you." I moved out of the way as those were my last words to the Psycho.

I was fuming, I couldn't Focus until I heard someone calling my name. I felt guilty for locking him up in there like everyone else but it was for his own good. I just stood there staying still, should I go talk to him and explain?

He was clearly going to ask why I did it. But I couldn't so I just left pretending like I didn't hear anything. I know I was the only one that had been nice to him and Treated him as an equal so this made me feel just as bad.

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Emotions (pt. 3)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy helps y/n make a list of what she needs to do and learn in her life.

Word Count: 2305

Chapter 1 • Series Masterlist • Chapter 4

"So what are we gonna do next?"

"I don't know. There's a lot of things that I've never done." You said. You both decided that he would come over tomorrow. After the call ended you buried your face in a pillow from excitement. Your face was hot and you couldn't stop smiling. You don't fully understand this feeling; it's one that you've never had before, but you love it.

The next day you heard a knock on the door and practically flew to it. You opened it with a big smile on your face, but your smile quickly faded as you saw a bruise on Billy's jawline. You reached for it, Billy looking down and watching you. "Billy, are you okay?"

He put his hand over yours as you gently grazed the purple patch of skin. "Course doll. Can I come in?"

You sadly smiled and nodded, although not too convinced that Billy was okay. He came in and looked around. It was small and old, but also cozy and had a home feeling to it. You both passed El's room, seeing her make out with some kid. You looked at Billy mischievously before kicking the door, causing the kid to shoot up and hit his shin on the bed. "Not cool five!"

You snickered as Billy tried his best to contain his laughter. That kid's face was just too priceless. You both get to your room and leave the door a crack open. You then get out a piece of paper and a pen, writing down all that Billy insists you have to experience. You were both laughing together when Hopper opened the door. "Hey. Just uh, checking in. Making sure everything's okay." He said, then muttering, "Y'know, keeping it PG and all."

Mike then passed by Hopper, stopping right behind him. You saw the time, and knew Mike would have Hopper take him home right about now. "I don't know Hopper, I think you might have to be careful. Billy Hargrove is the town's bad boy."

You stared at Mike, wide eyed. You then looked at Hopper and smiled. "That's strange, because his tongue has been in his mouth the whole time he's been here, but I can't say the same for Mike. Isn't that just the strangest thing?"

Billy bit his lip to hide his smile, although failing miserably. Mike had his mouth hanging open as Hopper gripped him by his shirt and dragged him out the door. "Y'know, for a sweet little thing like yourself, you got a wicked mouth on you doll."

You looked at him, uneasy. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Hell no. It's badass." You beamed and giggled, scooted closer to him. "Alright, now we gotta do all the things on this list."

You both agreed on what to do that day, leaving a note and grabbing the things you needed. You said goodbye to El and went to the car. Before Billy could start the car, you put a hand over his. "Um, I try to be honest with you about my life." You two stared at each other for a moment, before you gently ran your hand over the bruise on his jaw. "Friends don't lie."

He stared into your eyes, and though he didn't know why, he felt safe to talk to you about this. Friends don't lie. Billy couldn't recall if he actually had a real friend then. "Just a small fight with my old man, that's all." He muttered. "Saw Damien on my bed and called me a fag. He tried to throw it away and I wouldn't let him."

You took your hand away and stared at him with sad eyes. "This is my fault." You stated.

"Sweetheart no." He grabbed your hand, kissing your palm and settling it on his cheek. "I chose to fight him. That's on me. From now on I'm gonna hide him in my room. Right now I just wanna have a nice day with my favorite girl, okay?"

You gave him a small smile at the compliment and nodded. As Billy drove you quietly said, "Hey Billy," He nodded his head to show he was listening. "I think you're my favorite guy."

He flashed you a big charming smile. "Think, huh?" You giggled.

You looked down at yourself, uncomfortable. You weren't used to showing this much skin, and you certainly weren't used to wearing something without anything under. You stepped out of the Hawkins pool locker room and timidly walked towards Billy. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. I feel people staring at me."

Billy turned around after getting two towels to look at you, and he wasn't prepared for what he saw. You had your hair up in a high pony tail, letting him be able to see your face clearly. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes sparkled in the sun. You were hugging your body, in a one piece that was snug in all the right places.

"Well would you look at that?" He leaned against the counter, smirking as he looked you over again. "Aren't you just the prettiest thing? People are staring because of how great you look. Lucky me, I got to you before anyone else could snag you."

You bashfully looked down and smiled. Billy took your hand and led you to a pool chair where he sat you down and applied sunblock on you. As he did this, he listened to you babble on about how you almost went to a pool with El's friends before but then canceled because something happened with El that led to a lot of bad stuff that you didn't elaborate on.

"So you don't know how to swim then?" Billy asked. You shook your head. "All done. C'mon, you're gonna learn today."

You both went into the water, and Billy had you hook your arms around his neck while he swam to the deep end. At first you were nervous and didn't want to let go, but Billy insisted that it was okay and that he had you.

You got the hang of it fairly quickly, and the two of you were enjoying yourselves at the pool. A group of moms were glaring at you, and you caught bits and pieces of what they were saying.

Billy...girl...freak...ugly...body...

You could hear their snickering. You suddenly felt weird about your yourself. It was a new feeling, and it made you want to hide yourself from everyone. You suddenly felt a pair of hands under water bring you to Billy's muscular chest. "Don't pay attention to them." He murmured. "They ain't got nothing better to do."

You hung out at the pool for about another hour before you both went back to your home. He then told you that there was a party tonight, which was also on your list. Later on as you got ready, Billy called you with a gruffy sounding voice. You heard yelling in the background. He asked to come over, and you said yes.

About ten minutes later you heard a knock at the door and opened it. Billy had a leather jacket on and a dark red button down shirt with a few buttons undone. He looked down at your outfit, with your red skirt and cropped white long sleeved shirt. It looked perfect and adorable on you. "Billy!" You hugged him. "Are you okay?"

He looked down at you and smiled. "Yeah, just my old man again. Don't worry about it."

You frowned. "That won't stop me from worrying. But come in, I made food for Hopper and El." As he stepped inside your house, he couldn't help but feel warmer. This house had warmth in it, the type of warmth that Billy's house could never have. Billy was pulled out of his thoughts as you gently grabbed his arm, coming closer to him. "Um, I think you should know that we're a bit strange. And El is a little shy."

He nodded, completely understanding. You didn't want him to be offended if your little sister was not as instantly warm as you. You called out that dinner was ready and served yourself. The other two came out of their rooms to serve themselves, all while staring at Billy. "You can serve yourself too." You smiled as you handed him an empty plate. You made meatloaf with mashed potatoes and red rice.

Hopper took out another small table and pushed it with the one that was already there, pulling up a chair as well. You and Billy sat on one side while Hopper and El sat on the other. When they weren't looking, Billy buttoned up his shirt some more. "It's nice to meet you both." Billy said politely, knowing how to act in front of others. He's had practice.

"Yeah, you too." Hopper forced out.

The conversation was not going anywhere, so you stepped in. "El, Billy's from California." Eleven had a map of the country in her room, secretly wishing she could go travel somewhere other than Hawkins.

She looked up, interested. "Ocean?"

Billy nodded. "Lots of ocean."

"Pretty?"

Billy flashed a grin. "Real pretty, sunshine." Eleven smiled.

You stared at your plate and smiled. El liked him. Hopper couldn't help but feel less tense at the way Billy was making an effort to make them like him. He began to tell El about the times he's gone to the beach with his old friends.

Everybody at the table enjoyed what Billy was saying. The one who enjoyed this the most was Billy. He's never had this. He's never had a nice dinner, where everyone talks to each other comfortably. It's always quiet, with Susan going on and on about her day. He felt wanted here. And the food was actually fucking good.

After everyone was finished you began to wash the dishes. As you did, Hopper took Billy aside. "So, um, I just wanted to let you know that I'm trusting you with my daughter, and that's kind of a big deal."

Billy felt a twinge of pride. "Thank you sir."

"Just, uh, be back by 10, and," Hopper scratched the back of his head, worried about entrusting his daughter's safety to someone else. "Keep her safe."

Billy nodded. "I will sir."

You slipped on your shoes and told Billy that you were ready to go. As the two of you walked outside and to his car, Hopper and El came out. "Bye Billy." El said, waving with a small smile.

"Bye sunshine." Her smile grew a bit wider.

When you got to the house Billy took your hand and led you inside. He then got the two of you drinks. You took a swig, wincing. "This tastes horrible."

Billy nodded, chuckling. "It's for the effect, not the taste. I'll get you something a little less grown up." You understood the joking mannerism in his voice, and gently pushed his shoulder with a smile before letting him go off again.

As you waited you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You turned around and saw an unfamiliar drunk face. "Hey, what are you doing by yourself?" He slurred.

"Um, waiting for Billy to come back." You said wearily. You considered using your powers to knock him out. You knew you shouldn't use it in a public place, but you had a bad feeling about him.

"Billy Hargrove?" He took a step forward, to which you took a step back. "What are you doing with him?"

"He's good company." You said in a monotone voice. He kept on walking towards you.

"I bet I can be better company sweetheart."

You backed up into a hard chest. You turned around to see Billy, drinks in hands and staring straight at the drunk teenager. "You don't get to call her that."

"Billy-"

"Get behind me y/n." He didn't take his eyes off the guy, handing the drinks to you and stepping forward.

"You think you're the shit, huh California? You think you could just steal all the bitches, huh?"

Billy wiped his mouth, pointing at him. "What the hell did you just call her?"

You quickly set the drinks down on the counter and stepped in between the two. "Forget about it, please. It's my first party, remember?" You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Let's dance."

He glanced at the drunken teen before looking back at you. He stared at you for a moment before chuckling. "Whatever you want doll."

The two of you left the frustrated, drunk teenager and went to the living room, where he pressed your body to his, putting his hands to your hips as you rested your head on his chest.

"You should be more careful." He said after a moment of silence.

You lifted your head. "I know. But I'll have you, so I'm not worry." He happily looked down at you, making a mental note to kick the crap out of that guy another day.

After you danced you two talked to other people, Billy snatching you every time a guy got too friendly. Later you told him that you wanted to go, and so the two of you drove off, you telling him which way to go.

You parked in a field, where there was a pond on the other end. "Is this the part where something bad happens?" Billy joked.

You smiled and shook your head, looking out at the view. "When I escaped with El, we found this place, and just sat down to take in everything." You got out of the car and opened up his car door, grabbing his hand and leading him into the field, sitting down with him.

The two of you were sitting together, just talking about random things. He told you that he'd never had a trust worthy friend before, and you told him that you've never been around someone who was so focused on you. You both taught each other on this day that this was what having a true friend felt like.

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Flat Whites & JJ

Mia: Mum can take four of us, so three of you are still going to need to find your way there, Dad's away on a Golf weekend 🤷 Grace: I'll ask if any of the fam can take the rest of us 🤞💜 Mia: Aw, thanks so much, babe Mia: so you're cool not coming with us then? Grace: there's like 1000s of them so 🤷🙄 someone'll will totally be talked or bribed into doing it 💅 Grace: oh yeah sure, it's like not even a problem, babes Mia: 😂😂😂 for real, got to have some upsides, yeah? Mia: Great 💗 Mia: the rest of you, you can only bring what you can hold on your laps, Dad took the range so we're in the sports, the boot is like non-existent 💁🙄 Grace: ugh IKR?! 😂😂😂 Grace: at least we can take SO MUCH of the stuff whoever's behind the wheel, you're so welcome huns Mia: Love a helpful queen Mia: Asia, are you even coming with us or are you going to ditch us for your boyfriend, again 💅 Asia: Of course I'm coming!!! Asia: Literally just got my hair done 👌👌✂ Asia: [and a million pics that nobody asked for] Jimmy: 😍😍😍😍😍 Grace: WOW! SO CUTE Mia: Yeah, but are you coming with us or coming with us like Maya's party where you left SO early with him instead of having a good time with your besties Ella: 😏🍵 Hollie: wasn't so early she didn't have a good time with ME tho! 💃💘 views to prove it Asia: UM like isn't it LAW that what happens at parties stays there?! 🤫🤫 Asia: & he doesn't even wanna come with soooooooo Jimmy: 💔 Ella: Oh, so we're your 2nd choice? 🤔🤔 Mia: 💔 is right, so rude Asia: ???!! Asia: not even Mia: We all heard you, you can't deny it Mia: at least own it, babe, omg Asia: you asked if he was coming?? Mia: Literally no one is concerned about him but you 😂 Mia: shame he's not, I might need your seat, actually Mia: but that's cool, yeah? seeing as you've got so many options Asia: ?????????? Mia: 🤫🤫 Grace: Why might you need her seat though? Spill on who you're trying to bring, thank you Mia: I'm not trying to make this convo all about me Mia: so cringe Mia: we're meant to be planning, thank you Jimmy: Go on, we're obvs all DYING to know Mia: Have to wait and 👀 Mia: be a nice surprise for you all Janis: How will we ever bear the suspense? Jimmy: there's only one of you who's getting mouth to mouth if you stop breathing, soz Janis: Things are looking up, Asia 🤞 Jimmy: I'm SO not going if Asia's not going, FYI Janis: 💔 Mia: There'll be room in whatever you're showing up in Mia: assuming she doesn't ditch you too, it's her thing rn Jimmy: put her on my lap ✔ you don't mind, do you, babe? Ella: 🤢 Jimmy: green's right Jimmy: no need to be jealous, El Ella: Don't ever call me that Jimmy: Babe 💔 come on Jimmy: this TENSION between us Ella: Repulsive and delusional, cute 🙄 Ella: Why are you even in this chat, though 👏 it's not nice to make fun of Asia, or helpful rn Jimmy: Bit rude to chuck me out of a chat she started Jimmy: but alright we can plan without her Jimmy: Mia* Mia: You aren't funny, new boy Jimmy: is that @ Asia's boyfriend or? Jimmy: he's got a name Janis: You aren't funny, babe Janis: what's to plan anyway, we have tents, we have lifts, sorted Hollie: Is Asia coming? Mia: Grace, can you please explain to your sister how much more there is left to do Mia: and Asia why are you like making people ask after you??? hello, answer a question, would you, silence ain't cute Grace: Janis does lowkey have a point, babes, it is chill Grace: she doesn't need or want to be involved in our outfit planning, obvs 😂😂 Asia: I LITERALLY SAID I'M COMING Ella: 🔉 Ella: Why are you shouting though Asia: why are you the volume police, Ells?? OH MY GOD Mia: Obviously Mia: but there's actually important stuff still to do, thanks, like who's getting the drink, for one Mia: Asia needs to calm down and find herself a seat, and a whole new tent if she's going to bring everyone down with her attitude??? Mia: don't take your relationship drama out on us tbh Jimmy: The unfunny dickhead with the unflattering fake ID, duh 👋 Jimmy: Love me again now, don't you? Mia: Don't get excited Mia: I want 2 bottles of vodka Jimmy: You gonna put me on a timeout, an' all? Cute Mia: El? Ella: Same Janis: You know it's a weekend Janis: you two don't need 4 bottles between you Janis: and you aren't even meant to have glass anyway Mia: You suddenly care about the rules? Mia: We'll pay you now, chill out 😂😂 Jimmy: I was waiting for the #flex Jimmy: can rest easy and count my 💰 now Mia: 🙄 you wanna pay for us Mia: literally none of us will be impressed Jimmy: and live off bread and water for the foreseeable? You're alright Jimmy: So poor, me, you just put the reminder out yourself Mia: 💔 Mia: like we're all SOOOO rich Jimmy: 🙄 Mia: like, bang on about it more, so not boring Mia: is anyone else going to order or are you just going to keep him waiting forever? Mia: what's wrong with you lots, like are you being shy Hollie: you bringing up Maya's party has me 🤔🤔🤔 maybe we should chill out with the 🍾🍾 idk Mia: You make those little videos sober, don't think you need to worry about being any more cringe, babe Mia: why are we going if to not have fun, come on now Hollie: WOW, ILY too babe Mia: it is what we 💗 about you Mia: so funny Hollie: 👌👌👌 Mia: OMG, this MOOD Mia: you're all stressing me out, actually over this Grace: Vodka is like totally fine for all of us, okay? Just get enough to have fun with, like Mia said Grace: without getting CRAZY like Hollie warned Grace: then we can all just move on Jimmy: 👍 Mia: Yeah, this is so much fun Mia: 🙄 Mia: I'm over this convo Jimmy: 💔 Mia: El, be ready in 15, okay? Grace: Is that everything? Mia: 🤷 Mia: Like I'm doing all the work for what? Mia: You wanna be boring, you'll have to work it out yourselves Grace: I'm literally asking so you don't have to do it all yourself, honey Mia: I said, I'm over it Mia: We're going shopping, you can all do what you want Grace: Ugh Grace: everyone stop Ella: The problem is you're doing nothing though? 💁 Grace: Excuse you? Ella: What? 😂 Grace: That's like the opposite of helping Grace: I'm trying to sort everything out Ella: 👌👌👌 Grace: Do you wanna talk to Asia rn? cos I don't think you appreciate how upset she is Grace: That's what I'm doing Ella: Such a saint 🙏 Ella: she's got nothing to be upset about, just like the rest of you, this is such a joke Grace: mhmmm Grace: we all know you wanna call the whole thing off, Ella Grace: but maybe the rest of us wanna go, so like ?? Don't be so rude Ella: That's why me and Mia are the only ones who have made any suggestions in this chat??? Ella: Okay Grace: 4 bottles of vodka isn't a suggestion, it's a shopping list Ella: We all know you can't handle your drink Ella: so why don't you ask for some cocktails in a can and get realistic about it Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Mia: El, leave it Mia: this chat is so hormonal Grace: Call off your clone please, so over her Ella: Ha, now who's excused Ella: what was that about green? Grace: yeah cos I was so in favour before Grace: okay Grace: I literally don't care, count me out if this is how it's going to be the whole time Ella: The tantrums 😂 Ella: your sister finally invites you to something and this is how you act Grace: my sister isn't the one being a total bitch, you are Grace: eat something, you'll feel better Ella: Seen enough changing room meltdowns to know that's not worked for you, hun 😚 Mia: This is so toxic and we all know why Asia: I don't Mia: 🙄🙄🙄 Mia: God 😂 Mia: she speaks Hollie: stop shading her Mia: And another one Hollie: her and her bf will be done before the tents are set up, like hello? Hollie: it's not worth dragging her over Asia: 😱😱😱 Asia: Hollie! Mia: Wow Mia: it says so much about you that you only pipe up when things get bitchy Mia: both of you, where was this enthusiasm earlier? Damn, say how you really feel, Hols Hollie: I have to do my own dirty work 🤷 Hollie: if Ells had a twin too, I could sit back and get comfy too Mia: No one's asked you to be such a bitch Mia: this is why people don't fuck with you, so uncomfortable 😬 Hollie: yeah cos only you two are allowed, isn't it? Hollie: is it a boy you've invited? Mia: 😂 show me where Hollie: maybe where Ells is about to pull Gracie's weave out? Hollie: or when you uninvited Asia cos you're so salty that she has a bf Mia: Grace is trying to threaten she's not coming and Asia is clearly doing the same since no one uninvited her Mia: like, try to hide your drama behind us some more Mia: we're shopping for outfits, MY mum is driving us, I've paid for my drinks? Mia: sort your lives, honestly Hollie: my drama is you, you're being cringey bitches and I'm so done 👌 Asia: So I can come with you? Ella: Mime to a sad song, you'll feel better Ella: duh, Asia Hollie: I'll feel better when that boy you have a crush on, who I won't name to the entire chat cos I'm not that bitch, slides into my DMs again Hollie: thanks so much though, Ells Ella: It's tragic you think that means anything Ella: as if you've ever made it to the tent being put up Hollie: It's sooooooo funny that you think that's going to get to me Hollie: I don't want a 💍 and you know it Ella: that's lucky Ella: don't think they do engagement rings in man-sized Jimmy: Well I'm fucked then Jimmy: soz babe, the proposal's cancelled Mia: Are you two legit still here? Mia: That's even more pathetic than you three, you're in luck Jimmy: waiting on my shopping invite, no manners, you Mia: You've got your list Jimmy: But how can I join the cult if you don't tell me the dress code Jimmy: Kool-Aid's on order, like Mia: 🦗🦗 Mia: less reaction than your fake proposal bombshell, I am SO sorry, sweetie Jimmy: I proper felt that, you should go to drama school Ella: and Brits are meant to be decent at sarcasm Ella: try harder, new boy Jimmy: What's sarcasm? Please tell us, attack dog #1 Ella: Get Grace to, seeing as she's such a martyr Ella: Asia's stopped blubbing now Grace: Get over yourself and my name out of your mouth, hun Grace: your changing room meltdown atm isn't my problem Ella: OMG, a real-life 👼 Ella: deigning to talk to us commoners for a sec Ella: you wanna talk about names in your mouth, be sure to tell Asia what you said about her after she left Maya's, k 😘 Grace: Jesus loves everyone babes, even you Mia: 💁 so true Mia: make sure your hands are clean before you start pointing the finger, Gracie Grace: Oh please, I was drunk after I left that party cos OBVS I can NEVER handle my drink, DUH Grace: Do we wanna take a moment to talk about what you both said about my sister and her boyfriend after they invited us to this festival or no? Mia: Try on another excuse, see if that one fits Ella: 😏 Ella: doubt it Grace: we for sure don't wanna take any moments to discuss body image, unless of course you really would like to leave the chat and focus on your ootds Ella: 🐢🌵💚 Asia: ??? Asia: what does that even mean?? Ella: She knows Ella: Asia are you at home? Asia: not my home Asia: why? Ella: to pick you up Ella: you still need to get stuff too, right? Asia: OH Asia: I'll get him to drop me off rn Ella: 🙌 we'll wait 💗 Asia: 👌💗 Mia: We'll do nails and tan after, Dad's paying Asia: I can't tan too dark tho it'll clash with 💇 Mia: 'course, babe, that'd be so cringe Mia: you'll look amazing 😘 Asia: 💗💗💗 Mia: k, toodles 👋 Asia: SO excited Ella: Us too 💃🍾 Hollie: 🙄🙄🙄 Ella: Your negative energy is really draining Ella: speak up if you've got a problem, Hols, maybe we can help Hollie: I just can't remember stepping into a time machine and popping out again when we were like 12 tbh Ella: Your backne is acting up again? Ella: Worst timing, the sun will do it wonders though, don't worry Hollie: 😂 Ella: See, that's more like it Ella: positivity, ladies Hollie: Mia, are you really doing this? Mia: Doing what, babe? Hollie: you know Hollie: 🥶🥶🥶🥶 Mia: I really don't, though Mia: sorry 😕 Mia: DM me if you don't want to say it in front of them, yeah Hollie: okay Hollie: be really cool if you could swat Ells off your shoulder first though Hollie: just saying Mia: Why are you being like, jealous Mia: so weird Mia: we're all friends, 'cos we're not 12 😂 Hollie: check your inbox Hollie: you won't be BFFs with her when you read that Ella: Beg an invite harder Hollie: you'll be begging to keep yours, babes Hollie: gonna have to do your own tan, uh oh Ella: You'd know all about that Ella: 🍊🍪😷 Asia: OMG yay! I understood that time Ella: 😂 it'd be hard to miss, right babe Ella: bless Asia: 😂😂

[evilpol]

Nobody asked for this, but I'm doing that again, because I can probably. The screenshoot of him is from fo4 cuz new vegas faces aren't something too pleasant to look at

1. What is your name?

"Sam. Yep, just Sam"

2. Do you know why you're named that?

"Huh, if I knew man. Honestly, I'm not even sure if that's my real name, it was on the paper I had with me when got shot in the head. Or, at least, doc Mitchell said so"

3. Are you single or taken

"Uh, taken. Kinda. Or rather, something in between? Gonna say it's complicated at the moment"

4. Do you have any powers or abilities?

"Maybe. I'm a very lucky bastard, and not only because I survived a fuckin shot in my head

5. Stop being a Mary Sue

"Uh um okaaay?"

6. What's your eye color?

"Grey, with some brown dots. I like it"

7. How about your hair colour?

"Blond"

8. Have any familly members?

"I have no idea. Maybe yes, maybe no, I don't remember a thing. Anyway no one yet came to me claiming to be my kinsman, so well"

9. Oh? How about pets?

"I have Rex. Guess he does counts as a pet, right?"

10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like?

"Fiends. I wanna see all of these assholes burning. Or not burning though, I hate fire. Anyway I feel kind of a pleasure shooting them, huh. Other from it, nothing too special. I don't like anything that wants to kill me.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies you like to do?

"I like singing when I'm on road. And I believe it even sounds nice"

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

"Yeah, often. Mainly ones who attacked first"

13. Ever... Killed anyone before?

"Obviously, yes. One time I even did kinda bounty hunting for NCR. That didn't finished too well though, but I don't want to talk about that"

14. What kind of animal are you?

"Um, a lot of people told me that I look like a labrador. Well, I have... Not very golden hair and round face... Yeah, I pretty much look like a lab"

15. Name your worst habits?

"I smoke a lot and take chems sometimes. Nothing too much special for wasteland. Also I'm very nervous and can't sit still, always tapping my fingers or legs. Some people find it annoying"

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Joshua Graham in the first place, even though christianity still looks really weird for me. King too, and Ulysses. I don't really want to follow any of them or be like 'em, but... I do have a deep respect for them"

17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual?

"I prefer dudes"

18. Do you go to school?

"I doubt I did"

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"I love kids. When they stay away and aren't mine. What about marriage... Nah. I don't want to bond myself in any way, it's better for me just to live with my loved one, without any of that formal shit"

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

"Umm, no"

21. What are you most afraid of?

"I'm claustrophobic. I just feel awful in the closed spaces, if not start panicing. That's one of the reasons why I try to avoid vaults."

22. What do you usually wear?

"A trench coat from a NCR armor, shirt, jeans and boots. I don't wear armor, even though that's probably looks weird. I just prefer to be faster, it's easier to hide and run without armor"

23. What's one food that tempts you?

"Chips. And cakes. I fuckin love cakes"

24. Am I annoying to you?

"Nah, I love talking"

25. Well, it's still not over!

"Alright then"

26. What class are you? (low/middle/high)

"Uhh, gonna say I'm between middle and high"

27. How many friends do you have?

"The more, the better. Heh, people love me, and I love having a lot of connections."

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

"I like pies."

29. Favourite drink?

"Beer. Simple and refreshing"

30. What's your favourite place?

"Easily Zion. Maybe it's not my home, but... It's just so peasfully there, ignoring yao-guai and casadors that sometimes want to kill you"

31. Are you interested in anyone?

"I... Don't really want to talk about this"

32. That was a stupid question...

"Yes"

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

" I can't swim, so neither. I don't wanna drown"

34. What's your type?

"Someone smart in the first place, who can hold on the conversation, yanno?"

35. Any fetishes

"...I kinda like men that are older than me"

36. Camping or outdoors?

"Ourdoors. It's better when I can see the sky above me"

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout oc #courier #oc interview

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

19 - Clean Canvas

This chapters songs:

Here She Comes; Slowdive

Dog Cuddles; Dad Sports

Dream Girl; Crisaunt

- Y. L. Perspective

I tapped my chin with the pen, frustrated that you weren't able to come up with anything. "Ah! Koshi, that hurt!" I yell at him as he softens his hands upon my shoulders. He was giving me a gentle back massage while I tried writing my first lyrics, but I was struggling to find the right words to say.

"Sorry!" He then stops squeezing my shoulders, letting his hands slide down my torso, and pull me into a hug from behind. His head nuzzled into my neck as he spoke. "What is the song about?"

I shrug. "I don't even know yet. Maybe I should just write about how much of an untalented and wasteful girl I am!" I scoff, rolling my eyes back. Now, out of all moments, my feelings decide to disappear.

Both Koshi and I say criss-cross on his bed with one single lamp on in his room. His room was not at all what I was expecting. I'd perceived it to be much messier in my head, the way an average teenage boys' room would be. But no! It was spotless and quite basic. Still, I felt very comfortable in his arms as I attempted to write down some ideas. Feeling his heartbeat on my back was enough to make me feel at home.

"Why don't you write about us, Y/n?" He asks me as he pulls me back and forth in a sway motion. The suggestion had already popped into my mind before. But if I could write about it, what would I say? How I'm in love with someone who won't tie the knot between us?

'What am I doing at his house if he's not even my boyfriend? I've got to gain some self-respect.'

Perhaps bringing it up wouldn't be as bad as I thought. So, I pull myself away from his arms and sit in front of him, fully staring at his confused face.

"What is it?" His fair voice questions, one of his fingers attempting to fiddle with my oversized t-shirt.

There was so much to say. Why arent you my boyfriend yet? Why won't you tell me what's on your mind for once? Aren't you excited about the training camp? But I decide to pick the first question. "Koshi, what's there to write about? I...I know that we both like each other very much, but what does it matter if you won't call me your girlfriend?" I look down at the grey shorts I wore, afraid that he would be disappointed in me for wanting more from him.

"I didn't know you felt that way. I guess...I guess I just wanted you to feel comfortable around me, not forced to be with me," Koshi mutters under his breath, ashamed he underestimated my love for him.

"Well of course I want to be with you!" I exclaim, leaning my head onto his chest. It worries me that he felt insecure about his love. It wasn't as if he could be giving me too much affection. So why didn't he trust that I loved him?

I sigh while he rubs my back in a circular motion, wishing he would tell me things that bothered him like this. "So you wouldn't mind being my girlfriend, Y/n?" The man's words are clear to me when he said them, not lagged like all the other times.

I nod my head. "Of course not."

"Hm, okay. Then for our first memory of being a couple, I wanna hold you," Koshi says, laying us both down onto his mattress. He leans over me, stretching to grab one of the blankets on his shelf, and unfolding it over us.

"But it's so cold. Why don't we just go under your comforter?" I ask him, pulling slightly at the corner of the thick bed sheet. But he denies my request and pulls my wrist back.

He says, "Uh-Uh-Uh! I prefer it to be cold. When we go to your house, we can use the comforter. If you're that cold then you're gonna have to hug me tighter."

I'm surprised at how stubborn Koshi was being with me but glad he was becoming more comfortable with sharing his opinion. He treated me like a princess most of the time instead of asking for what he really wants. Even if it was just the matter of a blanket.

"Do you wanna help me try and think of something to write about?" I ask him in the most delicate voice.

"What's something that saddens you, Y/n? Something that you're worried will cause you despair towards the future?" Koshi asks me. I genuinely hadn't thought about it yet. "Love is more than just feelings. I think it comes with a lot of pain. Has there ever been any pain that you've encountered during being in love?"

"Not really." My words couldn't be more honest. With Toruku, I felt sick that I had a crush on my best friend's boyfriend. And when she passed, those feelings for him weren't nearly as strong as the ones I felt about her death. As for Koshi, I've only been scared of the pain. But I hadn't endured it yet. At least that was what I thought. Truth is that every lasting second I spent with him could only cause me more and more pain in the future. "Maybe when I find what to write about, I shouldn't tell you. I should let you figure it out when I'm done with it."

"Planning something behind my back?! How evil of you." Koshi jokes, leaning on one of his elbows to hold himself up as he looked at me. With the pale moonlight shining down on him and the lamp lighting the room up slightly, he looked more beautiful than ever. I was glad that I was the one to be able I witness such an ethereal moment with him. Especially since he held me in a special place. I was his first love, after all. That's more important than any relationship he could have had with previous girls.

Attempting to obtain reassurance, I grow curious and begin to play with my new boyfriend, asking small questions. "So...what does it feel like to have sex with a girl, Kou? I've never done that before... do they smell nice? Are they soft?" It was obvious that I'd caught him off guard, for he stuttered and looked at me strangely. "I promise I won't get jealous if you tell me. I only want to know what it's like. It may help me with writing if you tell me about passionate moments like that."

Given that I'd never done anything that was borderline sexual with anyone else, I was curious about how it felt. Both physically and mentally.

"Uhm—stressful. And I haven't done it as much as you might think, so I haven't ever enjoyed it." It comes to me as a shock that he didn't have a slightly good experience that he could tell me about.

"Wh-really?! But...I thought all guys liked it! You're saying it didn't even feel good?" I waft my hand into the cold air, confused.

"No, silly. Of course it felt good, but it wasn't as passionate as you think. I wasn't ever in love with any of those girls, so it only made me feel worse. Sex isn't good for those who aren't ready for it," he explains to me.

I nod, understanding a bit more of what he meant. "Does that mean you weren't ready?"

"Mhm. I wasn't," he says. Deciding to switch up the question, he asks me, "So, what is it like to have sex with a guy? I bet they aren't very good-smelling, are they?"

I blink a few times. "Uhm, I dunno," I say, growing shy at the question. "I haven't ever...you know...had sex."

Too scared to look at Koshi, I stuff my head into a pillow and sigh obnoxiously. Though I knew he wouldn't make that much of a big deal out of it, I didn't want him thinking I was a prude. A lot of people that knew I was a virgin made fun of me for it. Truth was, I'd never found someone worthy of taking my virginity. Many told me that it was horrible for your mental health, especially for younger people like me. Not to mention how scared I was that whoever took my virginity would be rough with me and it would hurt like hell.

"Hey, hey...don't get all embarrassed on me. A lot of people haven't. That's nothing to be ashamed about. Being a virgin doesn't make you any less of a woman. If it were up to me, I'd go back and stay a virgin until the right time," Koshi states. His attempts to cheer me up were sweet, but not working all that much.

"What do you think, Kou? Do you like me better that way? You know, as a virgin?" I ask him, slightly peeking up at his lost expression.

Yes, it was something very awkward to ask. But I did want to know what he preferred. Not that I would be able to change last second if he didn't like me as I was.

"Th—that isn't something I have power over, so I don't think about it. But...you could say I prefer it."

I'm happy with his answer. Still, I was curious about the reason, so I ask, "and why is that?"

"Well...um...I'm not too sure. Not to jump to any conclusions, but think it's because...if you weren't a virgin, then our first time together wouldn't be as memorable. It's sure is selfish of me to say, but I would rather you remember me as someone who shared that moment with you. That's why I wish I would have waited until I met you," Koshi began to grow flustered towards the end of his explanation.

"And if you wanna put it into a metaphor then you could say that being a virgin is like being a blank canvas. You can only hope that someone will make something lovely of you by the time they're finished."

I haven't ever heard someone describe being a virgin in such a beautiful way. And he was right— the first time is always something you remember. That is if it's enjoyable for you. I could only hope that I would lose my virginity to someone as gentle as him.

"Then when the time comes, could you please be that person, Koshi?" I spoke, laying a hand on his chest. My nervous nature was far too obvious for me to hide. But thankfully, Koshi didn't mind it. He knew asking something like that took courage. Such profound questions weren't something to joke about.

My heart race died down when I hear him tell me, "Of course, love."

Koshi quickly gets up to turn off the lamp and I make myself more comfortable under the thin blankets and many pillows he had on his bed. When he comes back, he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close near him.

It was no wonder that he didn't like to talk about his previous experiences with girls. He hadn't enjoyed them. But I was sure of it: and day, I'll make it up to Koshi.

"Goodnight, love. Maybe tomorrow you'll come up with something to write about, hm?"

"Yeah, goodnight." With one last kiss on the cheek, Koshi and I doze off to sleep.

-

Hey everyone!! Just so you know, I have a special playlist on my Spotify that I made just for this fanfiction. I always add the songs that I include in the chapters, so please go check that out in case you'd like to listen while reading!!

I love you always!! Thank you for reading I do appreciate it <3 make sure to take care of yourself

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- estrxlar

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Chapter 42 - Reconciliation

BROTHERHOOD

"Do you have any snacks?" Stolos asked while going through his brother's cupboards.

"Of course, I do," Michendros said, staring into his phone.

"Where do you keep them?"

"In that one below," Michendros pointed to his right, not looking up from the screen. Stolos found a bag of nachos which he found satisfactory enough and opened them.

"So you aren't into him anymore?" Stolos asked with his mouth full.

"Nah, that's not it," Michendros said and kept swiping across the phone screen, "he's not into me. So, I wanna get over him."

"And that's your solution?" Stolos nodded to his phone.

"Well, sort of. Look, we matched!" Michendros exclaimed excitadely and showed Stolos the photo.

Stolos leaned closer to it and rolled his eyes. "She has some pretty blue eyes. Contrasts her dark brown hair, doesn't it?" Stolos commented.

"So what?"

"You think that hooking up with a slightly different version of Tommy will get you over him?"

"Vivien isn't a different version of Thomas."

"Sure."

Michendros began typing into the phone, reaching out to Vivien immediately. He then laid down his phone next to him onto the bar and glanced up at his brother who has been stuffing himself with nachos.

"Good breakfast you got going."

"Yeah, leave me alone."

"So, you killed the guy in front of Lydia and her dad?"

"When you say it like that... it really sounds messed up," Stolos admitted, "at that moment it felt like the right thing to do, though."

"Uhuh, and what did she say then?"

"Well, I am definitely giving the creeps to her dad. So we decided that I should lay low around him. When it comes to Lyds... I don't know. She told me that she had... umm... She definitely didn't like watching it, even though she thought she would be glad to see it. And she apologized to me even."

"What? Why?"

"That she made me do it."

"You kind of offered yourself, though."

"Yeah, I know. I guess she knew I noticed how down she is afterwards... and I warned her before but she wanted it. I don't know really. She's really strong, I know that she'll be fine. And I am really glad that she wants to accept me 100%. I just hope that from now on we get to live a more simple life again, without all these fucked up twists."

"Hm, yeah, I wouldn't complain if people stopped messing around with us," Michendros said and raised his hand to catch the bag of nachos he made to shot up into his direction.

"Hey! Why are you taking my snacks?"

"Yours?" Michendros asked and stood up, dipping his hand into the bag, "take a banana or something else instead," he nodded to the fruit bowl.

"I am not hungry," Stolos said with defiance.

The two brothers turned their heads around simultaneously to the door frame where Thomas appeared. He stayed there, staring.

He's here? What do I do? I don't know... what to say to him. God, why is he here?

Both Stolos and Michendros sensed out Thomas' growing anxiety and Stolos raised his eyebrows at Michendros who simply said: "Morning, did you sleep well?" to Thomas' direction.

Thomas didn't answer as he was going through all the options how to address the issue he wanted to apologize for to Stolos.

"Come sit down," Michendros tried again, "I'll make you a coffee, or do you want a smoothie?" he said and proceeded to the coffee machine. Stolos took a deep breath in and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl, peeling it and taking a bite.

Thomas gathered all the courage he had and walked in his borrowed silky pyjamas to Stolos who leaned against the fridge and watched him in silence.

Michendros turned on the coffee machine and threw some fruit into the mixer, preparing both options for his new roomate.

Thomas stopped in front of Stolos, watching his own hands that he held together. Stolos glanced at Michendros who silently mouthed: "Be nice," to his younger brother.

"I wanted to," Thomas paused, realizing that Michendros even stopped the mixer, making the room uncomfortably quiet, "I wanted to talk to you... I really regret what I've done to you," Thomas finally said and looked up at Stolos who was watching him while chewing soundlessly. He didn't give out any hint of emotion, though, which made Thomas' chest feel tighter than before.

He never was so expresionless... I can't tell what he thinks at all. Is he this controled because of what he is? Or is it just a choice of attitude?

"I am not trying to fix a friendship... or whatever we had. I understand that... it wasn't really real. I just don't want... you to hate me for it. Or... hate me if you must. But I want you to know that I am sorry."

Stolos took another bite of the banana and chewed it a bit down before he spoke: "I did think of you as a friend," he informed him which made Thomas gulp, averting Stolos' eyes.

Thomas gave out a quiet: "Oh."

"Yeah, you screwed up a bit. I was angry at first for sure. But well... parents can really mess you up, huh?"

"That shouldn't be an ex-" Thomas protested but was interrupted.

"Nah, it's not an excuse, I guess. But it's really hard to get out of the cycle. I know that very well. I got messed up by a dad once, and if it weren't for my uncle and friends... well, I guess I would either masacre some innocent people or I'd kill myself alone."

Thomas looked up again at Stolos who took another bite of the banana and kept staring at him. "How did 'a dad' mess you up?" Thomas wondered.

"Well, a) I was born into a lotta families, so that's why I said 'a dad'. B) He taught me to hate all the other nations besides ours and made me search for a specific person so he could be killed. We became friends then, though."

Thomas looked at Michendros who was listening by the mixer. "Yeah, that's the same story," Michendros answered his unvoiced question.

"That's how we met at that time. He was hunting my friend who was the 'threat' to his nation. Was a loads of nonsense of course."

"You see? These things kinda keep repeating. And it hurts a lotta people on the way," Stolos concluded, finishing his banana and putting the peel besides him.

"So, you aren't mad at me?" Thomas asked, feeling relief that Stolos reacted this calmly, especially after he heared about his destructive impulsivness.

Stolos shrugged and said: "No, I guess not anymore."

Thomas slowly nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

"Yeah, you don't need to be this awkward around us, Tommy," Stolos said with a more cheerful tone and took him by the arm, pulling him into a hug, "We wouldn't take somebody in, make them breakfast," Stolos drew away from the hug and gestured to Michendros who repaid him with a smile, "and secretly wanting to hurt them. I think that we have better things to do than to play these psychological games."

Michendros then turned on the mixer and Stolos gestured to the bar stool so Thomas would sit down. Stolos grabbed the cup of coffee Michendros made for Thomas and placed it on the bar.

"Here you go, buddy," Stolos said and sat down next to him.

"Thanks." Thomas smiled at him and took the cup into his hands. Suddenly, a phone next to him vibrated which made Thomas look at the screen just to make his eye grow wide.

From: Viv_Mellorse

I have time today, hun. R u up for it? U cud come 2 my place ;)

Thomas glanced at Stolos who had an entertained grin on his face while reading the messeages on the screen.

"Yo, Mich. Your Vivien is texting you," he said loudly. Michendros turned around in panic in his eyes since he did not want Thomas to know.

"You see, that's how he's getting over you," Stolos whispered to Thomas who immediately blushed and started drinking his coffee to hide that.

"Stolos!" Michendros cried out desperately and put down a glass with the pink smoothie he just prepared.

"Sorry," Stolos grinned and added, "well, I better go now, I promised Lyds to have brunch with her and tell her some stories about my past."

Stolos patted Thomas' shoulder and left the room. Quickly, they were left alone in the kitchen, Thomas sipping his coffee and Michendros taking his phone back, reading the message he received.

"You have a date, then?" Thomas asked after he noticed that Michendros started typing on his phone.

"Um," Michendros glanced at Thomas, "unless you don't want me to."

"What? Why should I mind?" Thomas panicked and went to the dishwasher with his empty cup.

"No reason," Michendros shrugged, "but I am not leaving until five-ish. How are you feeling? Any better?"

"Well... yeah, sure," Thomas answered, not certain about his state anyways. He felt fine now, especially when it went well with Stolos. One burden down. And it was still too simple with Michendros - he is being nice to Thomas, friendly and wants to help him out - what else should Thomas ask for?

"Yeah, well, I am gonna go work out a bit. You can join me, some moving around could make you feel better, hm?" Michendros suggested and put his phone into a charger that was lying on the kitchen counter.

"You work out?" Thomas wondered.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Aren't you already... strong and stuff?"

"Sure, but... my body still reacts to what I do with it. I can make an illusion and look diffently-"

"Like with the scars..."

"Exactly. But otherwise I gotta pull my weight, too. Must admit though, it's much easier... I work out like once a week now and still am in shape," he said and patted his chest.

"Hm... and is it hard to put up an illusion like that for 24/7?"

"Well... It isn't that hard. But I have to think about it, yes. It's like being aware of a heavy backpack on your back... kinda hinders your stamina but you can do stuff."

"You don't have to do it when you're home," Thomas said quietly. Michendros rose his eyebrow at him and then looked away, thinking.

"Maybe when I am comfortable enough," he then said, "anyways... you going with me?"

"Um, I don't have any gym clothes... or membership. I stopped working out when I started preparing...," Thomas paused, not eager to finish his thought.

"That's fine" Michendros waved his hand, "go get a shower and I'll get you some of mine to choose from, hm? Or we could just make you some," he said with a smirk and put up his index finger in the air, creating a small magical spark for effect.

Thomas nodded and left the room wordlessly, Michendros watched him go and smiled softly.

I hope he'll get better soon, Michendros thought, feeling Thomas' mental exhaustion which he tried to hide away.

...

"How are you doing?" Stolos asked once they sat down into the pillows which were pilled up on the floor.

Lydia had changed her mind and wanted to meet in a less crowded space where they could have their privacy.

So, there they were, in a hookah place called Shiishaa. Lydia picked up the menu from a small table which was in the middle of the hoard of pillows and opened it.

"I am fine, how are you?" she mumbled while going through the drinks' section.

"Lyds," Stolos said softly and put her arm around her shoulders. She looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

"I mean it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I need to be fine, you know?"

"Do you?"

"Uh-huh. I want to go on with my life... what had happened... well. I guess I still feel off that I got to decide such a thing... but then again, why shouldn't I be also the one who makes stuff happen? Well, I know that you mostly made stuff happen, but you know what I mean."

"Hmm," he hummed and placed a light kiss into the redhead's hair, "I am just..."

"Good afternoon, have you decided what you'll be having?" a young waitress appeared at their pile of pillows with a polite grin. Lydia looked up at her and repaid her the smile.

"Yeah, yeah. Water, please, non-sparkling, this special rose and fruit tea and... is mango, strawberry fine?" she asked Stolos who just nodded and then added: "An espresso for me."

The waitress only replied: "Alright, thanks." and left them. Lydia turned to Stolos again, awaiting him to finish his previous sentence.

Stolos scratched the back of his neck and sent her a long gaze.

"What?" Lydia urged.

"Are you really okay with what I am?" Stolos finally asked. Lydia looked down at her hands and shrugged.

"Well... I love you... and one should support each other in good times, bad times and apparently... supernatural times as well."

"I am sorry that I kept it to myself for such a long time..."

"And what should've you done? I wouldn't believe you anyways..."

"I don't know... I just feel awful for misleading you like that. And you have no idea how I am glad that you're trying to accept me anyways," Stolos said, feeling that his eyes teared up.

"Aw, Stolos," Lydia let out softly while caressing his cheek, "so now you have the time to tell me about yourself. The good and bad, alright? I want to know it all."

"Hm, well, where to start..."

"Tell me about Credence and you."

#brotherhood #chapter 42 #reconciliation #fanfic #thomas shelby #michendros #stolos #fanfiction #crossover

[addictofsupernatural]

The Road So Far (pt. 2)

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Y/n Winchester and her two older brothers go to the small town of Riverdale for a case, and meets Sweet Pea on tbe way.

Riverdale + Supernatural Crossover

Word Count: 2006

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3

Sweet Pea handed Sam the drinks, and you stepped inside. "Dean." You said. He reluctantly gave you his gun that he was hiding behind him. "C'mon dude." You put the gun on the table as he closed the door.

You and Sam sat down at a small table and started eating. "So, what's up with Mr. Nice Guy?" He teased.

You smiled and looked down at your food. "I don't know. Almost everybody seems afraid of him, but he's been nothing but nice to me. I asked around about him to see if he's a player, but everyone says that he's scary or that he's loyal."

"Why do people think he's scary?"

Mm, probably because he's in a gang, and has a neck tattoo, and rides a motorcycle, and is known for hating the Northside, and his name is Sweet Pea." He stared at you, amused. "But I'm just guessing. Could be wrong."

"So it's like he's a scary mafia leader who's respected by his people but feared by everybody else, and also protects his girl and treats her right despite everybody's warning about him to her."

You sat there in silence, taking in the truth that he was saying. "I don't see the comparison at all." You said quietly, picking at your food while Sam laughed.

Meanwhile, Dean and Sweet Pea were having a conversation that was not as lighthearted. "What's your game here?"

"What?" Sweet Pea asked nervously.

"Why are you trying to get into my little sister's pants? Don't think I don't know the kind of guy you are."

"I'm really not trying anything bad." Although Dean was tall, Sweet Pea was still taller, and Dean hated the fact that he had to look up in order to face him.

Dean didn't believe him. "You know we won't be here for much long right? A week max, and the three of us will be on the road together, just like it's always been."

"Yeah, and she deserves more than that." He stepped closer, gaining some new found confidence to the Winchester. "She should be enjoying the things that's in front of her, not just saying 'Who cares, I'm gonna be gone soon' like she has been. She deserves a life, and she's not getting that."

Dean looked away and wiped his mouth with his hand in frustration. Maybe he was right. Maybe the hunting life wasn't for you. "Look, if I see or hear about you trying anything with her-"

"You'll shoot me?" He asked, some of his confidence gone.

"Oh, no, I'll be standing right next to you watching while she shoots you." He smiled at patted him hard on the back, going back inside.

"So, how'd it go?" You asked with a teasing smile.

"Where's my food?" You and Sam looked at each other. If he avoided the question, that meant that he came to a conclusion he didn't like.

You silently put his food in front of him on the table, and he pulls up a chair to eat. "Oh, by the way," you said. "After dinner I'm gonna go out to Fox Forest with a few other people from school. They have a lead."

"Sure, as long as we tag along." Dean didn't look up from his food.

"What? No." You whined. "It's fine, I can handle myself."

"And what about your friends?" Sam caught on to Dean's bitter tone. He understood that Dean didn't like it that you were attaching yourself a little too much to a town that you will be leaving.

"They've been in a lot of dangerous situations before. Jughead and Betty have caught this kid's murderer, a serial killer, and have figured out a lot of sketchy crap that goes on in this town. They're good at solving mysteries, and have stayed alive in the process."

Sam looked from you to Dean. "That's... actually impressive."

Dean ignored all of that. "Jughead? What kind of a name is Jughead?"

Your face fell. "Is that all you got from that?" He sheepishly looked at you. "I'm going. Don't worry, if anything happens I'll call. Promise."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Fine."

You hugged Dean, to which he grumbled and hugged you back. You then took the pie out of the bag and opened the packaging, handing Dean a plastic fork and kissed him on the top of the head in a fun manner, ruffling his hair. "It's cherry."

A small smile came onto his face as he excepted your rare, playful love. You put on your jacket, put your knife in your pocket, and headed out. "Love you guys."

"Love you too." They both called out as you close the door.

You then head out to Fox Forest, meeting with the other three. You all search around, finding nothing for a while. Once you're deep into the forest, you found some tents. "Hey guys." You said. "Over there."

We all hid, trying to see whether someone would come out or not. Someone did. "It's a Ghoulie." Sweet Pea whispered, with Jughead nodding.

"A Ghoulie?"

"It's a rival gang." Betty explained. You breathed out a small laugh. Until they shifted into their true form. You were hoping that this stake out was going to be false, but that wasn't the case. "Oh my God." Betty whispered.

You took out your phone, quickly calling Dean. "Who are you calling?" Jughead whispered harshly.

"My brothers. Trust me."

As he answered, Jughead ended the call. "No. That won't help."

"Let's all just go before they see us." You said. "We need to think about what to do next." They all agreed, swiftly leaving.

The four of you stood in the cold near the bridge. "Okay, I need to process this." Jughead said. "We'll all meet up tomorrow to talk about what we're going to do."

Jughead and Betty left together, leaving you and Sweet Pea alone. "Hey, you okay?" He gently touched your arm.

"Uh, yeah. Still processing. Are you?"

"I'm a little freaked by it, but we have to do something so I guess I should try to be calm right now. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

You both got to the motel, and you stopped him from leaving. "Wait." You put your hand on his, causing him to stop. You then take off the ring you've been wearing. "Here."

He smiled at it and put it on, taking off his dog tag and putting it on you. "I know this was a scary ass night, but I'm still not letting you get away from me. Hope you feel better."

You blankly stated at him before giving him a light hug. "Thank you. I hope you feel better too." He then took off.

You put the dog tag underneath your shirt and went inside. "So," Dean said from his bed. "How'd it go? You called me but hung up right after."

"Heh," you nervously laughed. "So funny story-"

"You saw the werewolves." He uncrossed his arms. You nodded. "What'd you do?"

"Nothing. We decided to figure out what to do about it tomorrow."

"Damnit y/n." He sighed.

"I thought it would be a dead end." You defensively said. "I didn't know that they actually knew what they were doing."

He scooted over. "Well go to sleep. We have to go to school tomorrow."

The next day at school you prayed to Chuck that Sam and Dean wouldn't do anything while you were at school. It was then that there was an announcement that you, Betty, Jughead and Sweet Pea were to go to the principal's office. Damn you Chuck.

The four of you were all sitting down in Mr. Weatherbee's office, and as soon as the principal left your two giant brothers came in. "Aren't they your brothers?" Jughead asked.

"I wish I could say no." You gave them an embarrassed look.

"Hi." Sam said. "I'm special agent Hoff. This is my partner, special agent Hassel."

You let out a snort. "I'm sorry, is there something funny?" Dean asked.

"Wow guys, that's good. Special agents Hassel and Hoff. David Hasselhoff. Nice."

Dean sighed. "Really?"

"Dean cut the crap, they know what they saw."

"You two aren't agents." Betty stated.

Sam sighed. "Y/n's right Dean. They're smarter that they look."

Jughead leaned in his seat. "Why would you two have different last names when we know that you were brothers?"

Your two brothers were silent. Dean then looked at you. "You wanna give your smart ass friends the hunter's talk?"

You looked down. "Not really." You felt Sweet Pea stare at you, but you refused to look at him. He'd want to stay far away from you now, you were sure of it.

Sam and Dean finished explaining everything. The three teenagers sitting next to you were staring at you. You kept your gaze on the floor. "So that's why you all have to stay away from that place." Dean said. "At least until we take care of them."

"No." Betty said.

"Wha- were you not just listening to what they were saying?!" You exclaimed.

"You need more people, because knowing the Ghoulies, the whole gang's probably werewolves."

"Betty's right." Jughead nodded. "Strength in numbers. You need the Serpents."

"Serpents?" Dean looked at you for answers. You put two fingers to your neck pulse. He understood that you were talking about Sweet Pea's tattoo. He huffed. "This ain't some game for kid 'gangs'."

"The Serpents aren't a kiddy gang," Jughead protested. "They're a family. And my dad is the serpent king."

You knew it was supposed to be serious, but you couldn't help but find it a bit funny. "Well shit." You said, smiling. "This town is so weird, and I love it."

"Y/n, you can't be serious." Sam said.

"Well, we have to take out a big nest. You heard them, there's about 70 Ghoulies. We need all the help we can get." You then turned to Sweet Pea. "Doesn't your gang have a law about unity or something?" You cocked your head, a smile on your face.

He nodded, feeling pumped up. "In unity, there is strength."

"In unity, there is strength." Betty and Jughead echoed.

Dean huffed. "Fine, I'll call Cas."

"I'll call Crowley." You perked up.

"No." Both your brothers said.

"Why?" You whined. "He's changed. Now that he's got human blood in him, he's good. And he has a soft spot for me. Admit it." They didn't respond. "Silence is acceptance. I'll call him right now."

"Who's Crowley?" Sweet Pea asked. "And Cas?"

"Um, they'll probably introduce themselves when they get here." As Dean left the room to call Castiel, you shifted towards Sweet Pea. "Hey, uh, I get it if you don't want to talk to me anymore. People usually stay away when they find out I'm a hunter."

"Are you kidding?" Sweet Pea asked with a smile. "You're a total badass superhero! That just makes me want to spend more time with you."

You gave him a huge grin. "Really?"

He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He began to lean in, and your lips were about to touch before Sam cleared him throat. "You should call Crowley now."

You felt heat spread on your face as you nodded, taking out your phone and calling The King 😈. He put that as his contact on your phone.

"Hey Crowley. Whatcha doin'?"

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"Sounds boring. So, I was wondering if you'd wanna help out on a case. Please?"

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"No, not demons. Werewolves. About 70 of them."

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"As soon as Cas is here, so about two days."

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"Perfect! You're the best Crowley."

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"Don't get too cocky on me now. I'll let you know when he comes. Bye!"

You then hung up the phone. "He's coming!" You happily said. "So while we wait on Cas, we have two days to help these Serpents to become a hunter."

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