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@firewhiskyss: 🎢 harry with either “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” or “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” because my heart can’t handle angst rn 😋☝🏼|| for my 300 followers celebration

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Summary: Being stuck in the elevator is bad enough, but being with a stranger makes matters worse.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: not proofread, light cursing, elevators, power outage + let me know if i missed anything

A/N: too bad u cant handle angst i could’ve found ways to sneak that into this hehe jk anywaaayy ok i felt uninspired sorry hydagjih

Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

AN HOUR OR SO AGO

“Hold the door!” said a voice from the lobby. Harry pressed the open door button in haste, the doors doing as it was told to do. The figure rushed inside, hair dripping wet on the tiled floor of the elevator. He kept his eyes trained to floor as she moved his way to press the button to the eighth floor. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

The girl next to him began to dry her drenched hair with a purple towel, patting herself dry. Harry risked a brief glance in her direction — she was wearing a floral one-piece swimsuit which she layered with denim shorts. When she caught his eye, they both inched away from each other uncomfortably. To their relief, the elevator started to move up.

Nobody seemed to be coming in just yet. After all, it was six p.m. and most were probably outside biding their time for night swimming. Harry, on the other hand, just came down to get a box of doughnuts for Mr. Weasley, who he can only assume was changing into his swimming trunks in their hotel room. The rest were probably doing the same.

Harry was waiting for it to reach the ninth floor when the elevator lurched to a stop on the seventh. While Harry refused to meet eye contact with the girl next to him, she was busy trying to convince herself it was alright.

It’s okay, she thought to herself as she made a show of more aggressive patting of her hair in more of an attempt to calm her drumming heartbeat than to really dry it. Another passenger was probably just entering.

But she knew better, they both knew better. The lights above them began to blink in an inconsistent manner. To her dismay, the doors did not open nor did they continue to go up.

They both turned to each other with a bewildered look on their faces. Harry made to reach for his wand, but held himself back. Then the lights went out along with the tiny ones coming from the buttons. Harry froze. He heard the stranger next to him shift, probably wrapping the towel around herself. She had stopped pretending to pat herself now. Harry watched as her as she dropped her bag down on the wet tiled floor and pulled out a bulky gray block from it. Harry stood there awkwardly as if a statue while she kept on fumbling with the block thingy he now recognized was a flip phone. A light glowed from it, her face looking similar to that of a ghost.

She pressed it against her ear, but it seemed to not be working. She then raised her hand higher in hopes of getting better reception to no avail. Harry cleared his throat. The girl’s head whipped to his direction. “The emergency call button,” said Harry.

“I know,” she spat, reaching out for the buttons. But instead of clicking that particular button, she clicked the button for opening doors. Harry noticed she seemed to be shivering a bit even with the towel.

The girl was still dripping, albeit lesser now. She kept pressing the open door repetitively with her wrinkly fingers. Harry remained stiff, unsure if he should use his wand. “What floor are we currently?”

Taken aback, Harry didn’t respond for a couple of seconds until she reached out to his shoulder to check on him. “Oh, er — seventh, I think.”

He then heard her click a button he supposed was for the seventh, then a bunch of other buttons the next.

“We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die. . . .” Harry found that he preferred the constant clicking noises from the buttons over her constant reminder of their ‘impending doom.’ It was like fourth year all over again when their Divination teacher Professor Trelawney kept telling him he was going to die an early death. She kept chanting to herself in hysterics.

“Have you tried . . . the emergency call button? The one with the bell?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” said the girl. To his surprise, she picked up her bag again and aimed it at the elevator door before swinging it right in the middle. She then started banging her fist hard on the doors, pounding. “Help! I’m stuck! I mean, we’re stuck! Hello? I’m wi —”

“There’s a press to call thing here,” pointed Harry.

“Good,” she remarked as she practically run to it when the elevator made a creaking noise from above. The girl let out a shriek as she fell backwards and pulled Harry down with her. “Lie flat or we’re both gonna die!”

“Why — ?”

“JUST DO IT.” He did. Both of them sprawled their legs and he felt the damp floor wet his back a bit, but he was still weighing the pros and cons of pulling out his wand. Of course, if it were up to him, he’d pull it out in a heartbeat but the Weasleys’ vacation was on the line and he couldn’t jeopardize that by—

The elevator whined, and it felt as if it was moving a bit. “We’re gonna plummet to do our death!”

“Calm down,” said Harry, hardly knowing why he even bothered in the first place because he didn’t know what to say next especially with the girl’s expectant eyes on him. He thought of what Hermione had told them when they first came here, who then attempted to calm the others down about their feelings on Muggle Elevators. “Er — elevators are one of the safest ways of transportation with only the fatality rate of zero point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-something-fifteen percent per trip.”

“Oh, shut up, stranger,” cried the girl. “There’s still a fifteen in that end. We’re gonna die, accept that!”

“You seem to be the one having troubles accepting that,” argued Harry back. She shot him a glare.

“I haven’t written my will and we’re gonna die. You see — you hear that rumble? We’re slowly falling down and we’re gonna die. I should have — should have taken the stairs. Please, please, please let me live! I swear I’ll start eating vegetables! This is it stranger, we’re gonna die.”

“That’s a bit melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“We’re about to die and you have time to think? Lie with your chunkiest bits on the floor to increase our chance of survival.”

He wanted to argue, but he resorted to inching further away from her and stretching his limbs awkwardly.

“Damn it, you shouldn’t have kept the door open!”

“How is that my fault? If anything, I was being nice,” said Harry.

“Being nice? You just sentenced me to my death and now I’m dying in this cramped space in a swimsuit and shorts that aren’t even for swimming!”

Surprisingly, the elevator whined to a stop. They remained on the floor for half a minute. Eventually, she was the first to stand up. Dusting herself and not meeting Harry’s eye, she smashed the bell button with her finger. It buzzed for a few seconds before a guy’s voice answered.

“Hello,” said the operator. The intercom seemed to be having troubles.

“Uh, hello, hi,” replied the girl.

“So are you currently stuck in the elevator?” Harry could hear the girl turn to him in the dark and call up the look of utter disbelief, as if wanting to reply, ‘No shit.’

“Yes, very much.”

“Okay, are you alone?” asked the operator.

“Unfortunately, no. I’m with . . .” she trailed off, turning to Harry with prolonged contemplation. “With stranger. I’m with stranger. A stranger. With a stranger, I mean.”

“May I know your names please?”

“Uh, sure? I’m . . . Papier Matchen and this is —”

“Har — Neville. Neville Longbottom, sir,” answered Harry. The operator did not respond. “Neville Longbottom.”

“Are you both guests?” asked the operator.

“Yes,” said [Y/N]. “Wait, are you a guest?”

“I am a guest,” said Harry stiffly.

“He’s a guest,” she added, as if in an attempt to keep whatever morale is left high. The operator didn’t respond again. “Hey, uh, operator? It would really help if you didn’t keep disappearing on us.” She chuckled nervously.

“What floor are you currently on?” said the voice with a bit more static.

“Uh, well,” she said, turning to Harry, “last time we checked, it was on the seventh but it moved down a bit and we might be in-between floors seven and six.”

“Alright, thank you. We’re currently experiencing a city wide power outage, and it appears that the back-up battery in Elevator Three has not yet been replaced since the last brownout. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry. So, uh, is any of your authorities gonna come and pick us up?”

No response. She pressed the button again. And again. And again. No sound came, not even static. “Hello? Hi?”

When no one responded again, she slumped to the floor once more, her hair still wet but no longer dripping. “Sit down,” she said, pointing at the spot right next to her. Harry obliged. “You can sit across, I don’t care. I know I smell like chlorine right now.”

Harry sat across from her, leaning back against the wall. She didn’t talk either. This went on for about five minutes until Harry had the urge to do something or at least say something.

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking,” he started.

“A dangerous pastime, you should be afraid. Go ahead,” she said, gesturing a finger gun his way.

“Shouldn’t we try to get out of this?”

“Who are you, Bruce Willis? Need I remind you that you are Nev . . . Bottom?”

“That’s not actually my name,” said Harry.

“Same, I just said Papier Matchen off the top of my head. Like papier mache but witchy. My name’s actually pretty good, I think. I’m [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Oh, wait, nope, don’t like it.”

“I think it’s good.” [Y/N] turned on her phone and shone it around until it landed on his face. Harry realized he had kept the box of doughnuts in the corner when she made them sit down. “I’m Harry,” he said when she finally turned off the phone.

[Y/N] turned it on again and directed it to the box of doughnuts. “Are those doughnuts to make us super tiny like Alice in Wonderland or something?”

“Oh, those are for my friend’s father.”

“Let’s eat it, I’m hungry,” said [Y/N].

“It’s for my friend’s father.”

“You have to realize that that is so not a good enough point. We’re trapped in an elevator with no means of communication with that musty man and eating that is the only thing we can do. Unless you want to do something else?”

“Er — What?” choked Harry, clearing his throat. “Okay, fine, uh, doughnuts.”

She made a triumphant sound Harry couldn’t explain, but paid it no mind as she reached out to grab the box of doughnuts from the corner. She set it in front of her.

“Hey, these are from my aunt’s bakery.”

“They are?” asked Harry.

“Yeah! The one across the street from here?” asked [Y/N], to which Harry nodded. “Ooh, you got the one with Oreos? Nice! I helped design those.”

“Okay, uh, can I have some?”

“I thought it was against your will to take some of these from your ’friend’s dad?’” teased [Y/N], but she handed him a doughnut anyway. Harry began to eat just like she did. “Sorry I forced you to lie down here. . . .”

She looked at him, waiting for something. What? Harry furrowed his brows, confused.

“Sorry, I mean, what’s your name again?” asked [Y/N], hints of the chocolate stuck between her teeth and some on her lips.

“Harry Potter,” replied Harry, who debated against himself whether or not he should point it out. After all, she seemed to be having a good time and they just started to lose the tension. “You’ve got uh, something on your, you know.”

“I know,” said [Y/N], but she didn’t do anything about it. “Anyway, can you believe six and seven are lucky numbers yet here we are, stuck in the wretched elevator between them?”

“No, that’s why I don’t really believe in those . . . things.”

“I’d say that’s insulting, but I’m dripping in my swimwear while I’m stuck in the elevator with a total stranger, so fair enough.”

Harry didn’t know how long they were talking, but it just went on. He was pretty sure there were times he even laughed. Harry reached out to grab another doughnut when he realized she was holding it as well. They both let it drop back to the box.

“Oh, no, it’s yours,” said [Y/N].

“It’s okay, you can have it,” said Harry.

“I ate more than you did, you can have it. Just go,” said [Y/N].

“You can —”

“You know what? Let’s just split it.”

[Y/N] ripped it in half, handing him the bigger slice. Just when Harry was going to offer to exchange, she swallowed it whole.

“Too late, I ate my half already.”

“I can see that,” said Harry. He began to eat his own half, savoring it with three more bites.

“Sorry I smell like chlorine again.”

“Eh, I don’t know, it’s kind of growing on me,” said Harry. “I shouldn’t have said that, sorry.”

“On a good day, that would sound like an insult but it’s anything but a good day, so, thank you, I guess.”

The two shared a laugh (and most definitely three) the entire time when the lights turned on. They could see each other clearly now. There was no denying they felt quite vulnerable — like finally meeting an friend you only send letters and emails to for the first time, but she smiled to make it feel lighter.

Suddenly, it started to move up again, [Y/N] kept them seated just in case it started plummeting again. It didn’t, though. It opened on the seventh, as the indicator told them so.

The intercom buzzed once more and different operator spoke. None of them stood up.

“Hi, power’s slowly being restored. How’s everyone?”

“We’re good,” said Harry. [Y/N] smiled in the shadows, tossing the towel in the corner. “Wait, you’re — er — good, right?”

“Yeah, surprisingly so,” she said.

“Good to hear, we’re currently doing the best we can to cater everyone’s needs. Has your, uh, elevator moved yet? Sorry, I’m new here. Anyway, has it?” asked the operator.

“Currently open on the seventh floor, but we’re both going up, all’s good now, don’t worry,” answered [Y/N]. She stood up, taking the towel with her.

“Okay, great, thank you and take care!” said the operator before the intercom buzzed off. Harry and [Y/N] stood there as the elevator door closed shut and began to move up and open again to the eighth.

“So,” started [Y/N], “this is me. My floor, I mean.”

“Right,” said Harry

“Well, I still don’t like elevators and I may or may not ride one ever again so I can’t believe I’d ever say this because it’s hella cheesy but thanks for making it bearable.”

“I feel like I should say, ‘you’re welcome?’” said Harry.

“Oh yeah, you should.”

The door began to close, but Harry pressed the open door button.

“Okay, you’re welcome.” The two shared lighthearted laughter. “Anyway, er — thank you, too. See you around?”

“Yeah, yeah, see you around. Bye.” [Y/N] waved as the doors closed between them and Harry was once again all alone in the elevator.

He noticed what a mess the floor was, and went to pick up the empty box of donuts. His hand went to where he kept his wand to clean up and looked around for cameras and found one tucked in the upper corner. Harry let his hand down and dusted his shirt with his hands when something caught his eye. A beach bag in the corner, resting carelessly.

The door finally opened to the ninth floor. Harry was frozen, looking directly at a long hallway of doors. It took a few seconds until it whirred and shut close. Not knowing what to do, Harry picked up the bag and swung it over his shoulder.

He tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator to go up to the twelfth floor until it began going down again. He pressed the button to the ninth floor again.

Ten.

Eleven. A couple his age entered, probably about to go down. Narrowed eyes landed on him and his dirty shirt and pants, but he paid them no mind.

Twelve. The couple started to talk about their plans on the honeymoon tomorrow. Harry busied himself by playing with the straps of the beach bag. He realized just now it had her name inside one of the straps lazily written with a sharpie. [Y/N], it stated.

Eleven again.

Ten again.

Nine again. The door opened, but he did not step out. Of course, the couple began to eye him with suspicion now as he reached out to press the button to the eighth floor.

Eight. When he stepped out, he heard the hushed but relieved sighs from both of the other two behind him as the elevator proceeded to close shut and go down.

Harry knocked on the first door. A man in his pajamas answered. Harry muttered an apology as he walked away to try the second door. He heard the first door swing shut.

The second door was equipped with a sign on the doorknob saying, ‘Do not Disturb.’ So, of course, Harry moved on to the third. He heard loud sounds of children playing inside. When he knocked, a tired woman carrying a toddler in her arms answered. Harry apologized once more and moved on.

Harry’s shoulder was aching, so he let the bag down and simply held it in his hands.

The fourth door was answered by a middle-aged man holding a glass of wine.

The fifth door’s knob held the same message as the the second — ‘Do not Disturb.’

As you may recall, Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

An older woman greeted him with a pleasant smile. “Hello, dear,” she said. He took a shot and asked if she knew anyone by the name of [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Unfortunately though, she did not.

Harry finally made it to the last door. He knocked once more, holding the bag tighter now. A little kid answered, with her parents and siblings in the background, eating pancakes. They did not know of someone named [Y/N] [Y/L/N], either.

Shoulders slumping, Harry made his way back to the elevator. He pressed the up button.

“Excuse me?” called out a voice from behind him. His heart skipped a beat. Wait, don’t skip, he thought to himself.

It still wasn’t her. It was the same girl from the ninth door. “Yes?”

“You’re looking for [Y/N]?” she asked. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?”

“Er — yes. Do you know her?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, she’s in the shower. Is that her bag?”

“Oh!” He almost forgot that he was holding it. “Yes, yes it is.”

“I can give it to her,” called out the woman. She closed the door behind her, making her way towards him. When she was close enough, she extended her hand.

The elevator dinged open. Harry was about to hand it over to her, when he decided something else.

“Er — no, uh, I was actually hoping if I could see her.”

She let her hand down, grinning. “You must be Elevadork.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s an inside joke,” said Harry.

“You can wait inside,” said the girl. “I’m Karolina, by the way. She’s just showering because she’s, and I quote, ‘will be too unlovable if smelling like chlorine.’”

Harry chuckled as Karolina led him to their hotel room. It was just like every other room he had seen, then he saw the same towel she had with her just a while ago when they were stuck with only each other’s company.

“He was nice, though. I wouldn’t mind seeing him again. By the way, we’re out of hair conditioner. My hair badly nee — Harry!” [Y/N] tumbled backwards to the bathroom with a different towel wrapped around herself. Harry’s eyes widened, and he turned around.

“He wanted to return your bag and ask you out,” said Karolina.

“That’s not what I actually said,” whispered Harry, turning crimson.

“Honey, trust me, it was definitely what you said,” laughed Karolina, patting him in the back. “You might want to change first.”

“I guess,” added Harry.

[Y/N] rushed to the get her clothes from one of the two beds and ran back to the shower, where she hastily pulled on her shirt and checkered pajama pants.

“She’s done changing, by the way,” said Karolina, patting Harry on the shoulder again as she left to pour iced tea for herself.

[Y/N] led Harry out, earning two thumbs up from Karolina, who was beaming up at the two of them. “How’d you find me?”

“Fate,” said Harry mockingly, as if from a show. She giggled. “I knocked on all the doors in this hallway.”

“To return a bag?”

“Sure, that, too. But mainly to ask if you’d like to get some — er — doughnuts with, uh, me. I really want to bring some up to —”

“Your friend’s dad, right,” [Y/N] cut out. “Are we still taking the elevator?”

“Yeah,” said Harry.

They finally reached the elevator, where they stood side by side.

“Aren’t you going to change first?” asked [Y/N].

“Nope,” said Harry, pressing the down button. He turned to [Y/N], looking at her shirt. “Does that say ‘Treacle Treat?’”

“Yeah, like as in Trick or Treat. See the pumpkin?” She pointed at the bottom part of her shirt.

“Oh, there it is.” The two were laughing even when they stepped into the elevator. They exchanged a knowing glance at the sight of scattered crumbs of doughnuts on the floor, not daring to talk about it in front of one another guest.

As the elevator began to go down, Harry realized he might as well believe in the lucky numbers. After all, if it weren’t for six, seven, and nine, he wouldn’t be here right now standing shoulder up to shoulder with the girl wearing a funky shirt.

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THANKFUL FOR "US" (fluff)

(George Weasley x Reader)

AN: So this is the first "official" writing I post on here!!! I'm so excited to start and I hope you'll like it! I didn't want to start with the ✨nasty stuff✨ right away so I decided to just post a little fluff thingie... Hope you'll like it anyways!!! ❤️

ALSO SORRY ABOUT ANGIE I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE'S NOT A BITCH AND I LOVE HER SORRY SORRY SORRY

The moment you saw George enter the Gryffindor common room, exhausted and looking like he had been crying, you knew only bad news were to come.

When he usually entered the room, he went straight towards you, his best friend, and sit on the couch with you, ready to tell you about his day and make you laugh with his stupid jokes; this time he didn't even look at you.

"George...?", you ask, starting to get worried.

No response, not even a look.

"George!", you continued calling him, following his steps towards his dorm. "Hey, what happened?"

When he finally turned to face you, you barely recognized him. He looked extremely tired, defeated, you'd say. Like he hadn't been sleeping in days.

"She did it. She fucking did it", he answered, his voice sounding weak.

"What? Who? W-what?", you took his hands in yours and slowly made your way to his bunk in front of his bed.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It killed you, seeing him like that. George was literally the purest, nicest person on earth, and seeing him like that didn't seem fair.

"I caught Angelina...making out with that Hufflepuff boy I told you about... In McGonagall's classroom..."

Your jaw dropped to the floor. You have to admit that you never really liked Angelina. At least not for George. He was just too nice for her and she never seemed to appreciate it. And even thought you hated the thought that crossed your mind, you were totally expecting her cheating on him...

"Wow... Uhm...", you tried to compose yourself to comfort your friend, who obviously needed someone for him right now. "Okay... First of all, calm down... And breathe... I hate seeing you like this, Georgie..."

He looked at you deep in the eyes, sadness and pain written all over him. You didn't even know what to say, you just wanted to hug him until his pain faded away, and jinx Angelina for hurting the best human ever.

"Okay, so... George, don't ever think of blaming yourself for what she did-"

"But I do blame myself!", he exclaimed, "I was never enough for her! And I tried my best! You know I tried! And I failed her..."

"No, no, no...", you cupped his face and turned him towards you, "Don't ever think that! She was not worthy of you. At all! I've known you for years, honey. I've seen what you did for this girl, and I can tell you that nothing that you did was wrong. You always gave her your best. She just didn't know how to appreciate it..."

George ironically chuckled, now looking at his feet.

"Hey... I'm being serious. She was the one who failed you, you never did anything wrong. I promise. I'd be the first one to tell you if you ever did."

He didn't say anything else for the next ten minutes. He just leaned his head on your shoulder and let you stroke his hair slightly until he finally calmed down, something that you enjoyed doing for years.

"I really liked her, y'know?", he finally spoke.

"Aw... I know Georgie... I know...", you hugged him tighter. "Sometimes some people are not what we expect or what we deserve, and that's okay..."

"I really thought this would work with her..."

"Don't torture yourself with that, honey... You'll find someone way better than her, someone that will completely appreciate you and love you for who you are!"

He straightened himself and once again locked eyes with yours. "You love me for who I am...", he whispered.

Oh...

That was unexpected...

"George..."

"You do, right?", he insisted.

"O-of course I do. I'm your best friend. I love you with my whole life."

This time, he was the one to take your hand in his. Even after the events of earlier, his hands were as warm as always.

You started to get nervous about the situation, not really knowing what direction it was going to take. You loved George. You did it with your whole heart, soul and body. You wouldn't let anything happen to him and he was your best friend, as an older brother to you. But saying that you've never felt anything more than friendship towards him would be a lie.

You actually had a slight crush on him for the first year and a half of your friendship, but as time passed, you've ended up convincing yourself that it was just a stupid crush; not worthy enough to make you lose your friendship with him.

And having him like this, all vulnerable, in front of you, made some of your feelings slightly resurface...

"Y/N...", he started.

You could feel your heart bomb in your chest, ready to explode.

He tightened his grip on your hand and pushed a strand of your hair that was falling on your face. He didn't really say anything; you two had such a strong friendship by now that words weren't even needed sometimes, you always could see what the other was saying just by looking at the other's eyes.

And what you saw in his scared you, made you nervous, but damn it got you excited just to think about it.

George didn't let you time to react or say anything when he slowly leaned it and kissed you. You knew it was bad, but you felt your whole body shiver as you realized what was happening. His loft lips on yours and your hands in his. He softly tried to open your mouth with his tongue, surprisingly showing dominance in the kiss. And without resisting, you just felt yourself melting in him.

After what felt an eternity, you freed your hand from his grip and put it on his chest, pushing him away a little bit, regaining composure and reason.

"W-what's wrong? Was it bad?", George started to ask.

"No, no! It was good! Excellent!", you answered, more nervous than before. "I just think... after what happened with Angelina and your current state of mind... I'd feel like I'm taking advantage of your vulnerability, kind of...?", you chuckled.

George looked at you in confusion, "What?"

You sighed, taking once again his face between your hands, slowly caressing his right cheek with your thumb, "I love you. And I love us. I just don't want to ruin anything. And if something has to happen between us, I want to be sure that it's what you want..."

"Yeah... I understand, don't worry", he smiled. "Thanks, love", he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and took you in a warm hug. "I'm so thankful for you, you have no idea..."

"I'm starting to blush, Weasley..."

"Looks good on you, though..."

You softly hit his arm as you stood up with him.

"Mind to come to the Great Hall with me? I don't really want to face her alone and I don't know where Fred is..."

You agreed, and you slowly started to make your way to the Hall, trying to cheer up George a little bit more. Everything happened between laughs until Angelina appeared out of nowhere in front of you.

"George, please, can I-..."

You placed your hand in the air in front of her face, looking at her up and down and spat a "Not today, Johnson", before taking George with you and continuing your walk, leaving her speechless behind the both of you.

You saw your best friend's face darken a little bit after this encounter, and you hated that she had this effect on him.

And then, a lightbulb lights up.

"Uhm... George... I have something to do... C-can you wait for me here?", you quickly managed to say.

"Sure...", he suspiciously answered, and then, he realized... "Y/N! Y/N! What are you going to do?!"

"Me? Nothing!", you screamed, looking back at him.

You left him in the corridor for a moment, starting to run your way back to where you left Angelina.

You found her in the same spot where you left her a few seconds ago, talking with that Hufflepuff boy... You weren't about to do anything to hurt her, you weren't that kind of person. But you sure wanted to humiliate her. She deserved it for what she did to George.

So you hid yourself behind a statue, mumbled a few words towards her moving your wand, and left. Wanting to see the after effects of your spell.

You got back to George with a bright smile.

"Oh, you... I know that smile...", he chuckled, lifting your chin up. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothiiiiing... I told you I wasn't going to do anything! Now let's go eat! I'm starving!"

You took his hand and happily went to the Great Hall, sitting at the Gryffindor table, where Ron, Harry, Hermione and Neville were already sitting.

"Hey mate, you okay?", Harry asks, seeing George's still obvious state.

"Yeah... Don't worry about it, I'm fine", he sincerely smiled back.

You and the group exchanged a few words before starting to eat when suddenly a scream followed by a few laughs made you jump.

All of you turned your heads towards where the laughter started and when Hermione took her hand to her mouth, you saw it.

Angelina had taken the form of a weird cheetah the moment she entered the Great Hall, followed by her new "boyfriend".

You couldn't help but laugh when you saw George's shocked face.

"H-how did you do this?!", he asked.

"Well, I have more than a trick in my sleeves, Weasley..."

"That's... Brilliant!", he exclaimed, laughing.

Angelina looked so confused and embarrassed and when she saw you and George dying of laughter, she stormed out of the Hall.

"I'm a bloody cat!"

"You're supposed to be a cheetah by the way!", you yelled at her, hoping she'd hear it.

George continued laughing with you, when he suddenly stopped to watch you. You didn't really realized it, you were too busy laughing your ass off with the rest of the group, but little did you know that deep down, George was secretly admiring you and was repeating himself how much he loved you and how lucky he was to have you by his side.

#harry potter #hogwarts #weasley twins #george weasley imagine #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley smut #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins x reader

[oftenderweapons]

Mold Me New (6) — Taehyung

A Small Town Swoons Story

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (nicknamed Frog)

Wordcount: 3.7k

Genre: ceramic artist!Taehyung, divorced!reader, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, sliht angst, Slice of Life

Rating: suggested 18+ for future smut

Hello to my readers!!! Welcome to the Small Town Swoons Universe!🥰✨

In this episode: Frog and Taehyung are gettin closer and closer. As they both face their most vulnerable moments since they met, finding comfort in each other's arms.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: kissing, mild swearing, allusions to smut. Taehyung suffers from tendinitis in his hands after he worked too much. Frog talks about the end of her marriage and her approach to attraction, mentioning that she could be demisexual. About this specific point, the discussion is very short and doesn't focus on details, but THAT doesn't absolutely mean that demisexuality isn't a large and delicate topic that should be disucssed in depth, it only means that the character is growing in that direction and that she'll eventually educate herself more about that topic.

Once more I'm thanking Rid (aka @taegularities). We're in this soft sh!t together 🤍

In case you like my writing, here is my directory for idol!AUs, scenarios and imagines. And in case you need it, here’s the Spotify music companion.

Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7

Enjoy 💜✨

Entering the studio was mind blowing. It looked like a garden of statues.

Sitting on the floor was Taehyung, using his elbows and forearms to wedge a large body of clay.

“Tae?”

He looked at you standing in the doorway, smiling at you almost apologetically while you were entirely shocked.

“Why are you wedging with your elbows?”

“Tendinitis.” He still smiled like his fingers and palm didn’t feel shredded by thorns.

“For god’s sake, Tae!” You made your way to him, feeling like a cat trying to slalom through an endless field of obstacles. “Baby,” you murmured, crouching down next to him, tutting and fussing once you spotted how messed up he was.

He had clay in his hair, on his face, all over his apron. “Babe.”

“I wanted to create.”

You held his face in your hands, kissing his forehead over and over. “How long have you been here?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s five o’clock. Like all of our lessons,” you reminded him, wide eyed, shaking your head.

“I’ve been here since four.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled. “Tell me you mean four in the afternoon.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. Of yesterday.”

Your face contorted in disappointment. “Get out of here!” You helped him up, clicking your tongue once you noticed he was barely able to hold himself up on his knees.

“I just stayed in the same position for too long,” he whined at your stern look.

“This cannot do, Taehyung,” you scolded him, before blocking his face, which was aiming at the crook of your neck. “No cuddles. We need to clean you up first.”

He pouted as you got rid of his apron quickly. “How aren’t you tired? Look at the floor! How can you even move in here, Taehyung!”

“Don’t call me by my full name, it scares me,” he objected, puppy eyed. “And your lesson?”

“We’re postponing that. Have you eaten at least?” You stared at the floor as you led him to the large sink.

He followed you as your hands held his hips. He liked how you touched him, and he loved how comfortable you looked doing so. Once he stood in front of the sink, you grabbed some soap and foamed it up, holding his hands and running them under the water, covering them in bubbles and getting a small groan out of him. “This will teach you a lesson,” you mumbled, intertwining your fingers with his and rubbing them together. “Does it hurt?”

He shook his head before leaning his head against your shoulder while you stood behind him. “It feels better with you.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back from placing a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Let’s clean up your pretty face.”

Still, he tried to deepen the kiss, chasing you, hoping you’d let it slide. “You think I’m pretty?”

“You’re not just pretty. You’re scandalously good looking. You’re disgustingly perfect.”

He smiled and tried to turn. He wanted to plant his face against your chest and feel your digits massaging his scalp. He also wanted to feel you naked against his skin, but that was far from any sexual motive: he simply wanted warmth, closeness, affection. He wanted softness and intimacy. “Can we cuddle now?”

“You still have half a kilo of clay on your arms,” you replied as you took it off with gentle strokes of your palms, adding more soap to make sure no dirt was left.

“Can we cuddle after that?”

You nodded, nuzzling your nose into his hair. “We can do anything you want.”

He lowered his face to the faucet and cleaned it up, washing away the smear of dried up clay on his cheek.

“You should shower, darling,” you said, grabbing a paper towel and dabbing it against his wet face. “Or we could wash your hair.”

“Are you staying over?” He looked so hopeful, so entirely enamoured. You could barely resist him.

“I stayed over last week. I’d feel a bit out of place,” you replied shyly, trying not to feel conflicted. On one side, you felt like you were taking advantage of him, on the other you longed to caress his hair and kiss his nape until he fell asleep at your side. You also wanted to wake up with his hair tickling your chest as he gave you tiny kisses all over your neck and throat, exploiting the warmth and softness of that special spot for a gentle wake up call.

At the beginning you had worried about staying over on that first night, after dinner and… and the couch thingie. You slightly feared the thought that sharing a bed somehow meant pressuring each other into a type of intimacy neither of you was ready for. And then, a week after that fatidic rendezvous, he had asked for you to stay the night and sleep — just sleep — together. He had been extremely clear about his intentions, declaring them after dinner as you were lounging on the sofa once more. You had watched a film, made out, calmed down, washed up and headed to bed, where he had clung to you until his breathing turned into a delicate huffing sound.

You had barely resisted tears once you noticed he tended to pucker his lips in his sleep, his cheeks becoming fluffier and rounder. He had an adorable baby face.

“What if I wanted you to stay, though?” Taehyung murmured, giving you a dubious look. As he noticed you hesitating, he added: “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to stay. It would be on the same terms as last time. I’m not pressuring you or anything I—”

Finally you gave up. Maybe his presence would help you. “Okay.”

He grinned, “I should shower then.”

“You want me to cook something as you wash up?”

His eyes got wide and glittery before he kissed your cheek. “Yes, please.”

“What should I make?”

“I like anything in the fridge. Do as you please,” he replied before you moved your head in confirmation.

Once in the house, you headed for the kitchen while he immediately hit the shower. He wanted to be away from you as little as possible. Most activities were painful, like grabbing bottles and massaging his scalp and basically anything that required him to grip and strain his hand muscles and tendons. At a certain point he entirely gave up on his hair, washing his body and getting out of the shower, drying up and wearing a pair of boxers and loose pyjama pants.

“Frog?” he called from the door.

“I made bruschetta! Bread, sliced cherry tomatoes, it’s in the oven,” you answered.

“Can you come here?”

You quickly lowered the oven temperature and reached him.

You inhaled brusquely once you noticed his lean, smooth torso naked, little droplets of water still glistening here and there. “Could you wash my hair? I can’t really use my fingers much.”

You nodded silently, inhaling as you took in his chest. He looked so beautiful, his chest lithe and well-built, his tummy holding a millimetric curve, flat but not muscled. You liked it a lot.

“Shall we?”

Silently you followed him, watching as he bent down over the sink and opened the tap to further wet his hair. You noticed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a small amount on your palm, watering it down and beginning to energetically scrub his scalp. “This okay?”

Taehyung hummed in reply, turning his head to the side a little to offer you a better angle. “Very okay. Actually, fine. Ideal.”

You smiled.

It took you a bit more time than you thought, mostly because you were a bit distracted. “Are you sleepy, sweetheart?” you asked once you managed to finish, helping him stand up straight and drying his hair haphazardly with a towel.

“I’m so caffeinated I can barely think straight,” he murmured, purring once he noticed the way you were still looking at him. “Frog. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

He cupped the back of your head before he leaned to your face, sucking your lower lip into his mouth and forcing you to unseal yours, his tongue sliding in sinuously, his other arm pinning you to him. “Like you really want me to do this.”

Once your back hit the wall, his warm body contrasting with the cold tiles against your spine, you realised you needed to slow down. “Tae. Dinner,” you reminded him.

“Sure,” he unglued you from the tiles. “Do you even want me to put a shirt on?”

You shook your head and smirked. “You sure are a smooth mess.” His eyelashes looked magical from this up close. After almost three months of knowing him, you still wondered how he could be so absolutely perfect, and so real.

“Is that a yes or a no?” He cocked an eyebrow, adding a mischievous grin on his face.

“It’s definitely a yes, you tease!”

After dinner you decided to go for your usual shenanigans and headed for the living room, finding yourself a little dumbstruck when you noticed a large sculpture on the coffee table, which had been moved out of the way and to a dry and cool place. The structure was as large as your upper half and, as you switched on the lights you recognised exactly what it was. The torso was still drying, as the colour showed, and for a second you asked yourself how it would ever dry. It would of course hold water in its core, causing the structure to fail and break. And then, it would never fit in his kiln.

“You like it?”

You turned towards Taehyung. “What material is it?”

“Modelling dough. It’s made for large structures. It dries in a couple hours.There are about ten layers latched on a metallic structure. It’s modelled after you.”

Your eyes widened. “Is that why your hands have been acting up?”

He looked away in a manner that told you that yes, that was the very reason.

“Do you have a balm or something?” you asked, trying to fix the mess he made.

He left the room and came back with a glass jar. “Arnica gel smells very bad but works fine.”

You took your place on the sofa, patting the spot at your side to invite him there. He joined you in a nanosecond, placing the jar on your lap. Methodically, entirely caught in your thoughts, you opened the lid, got some lotion on his palm and began rubbing the pressure points on his palm before turning to the back of it and tracing the tendons energetically.

His relieved groan echoed into the room before he let his head fall on the back of the sofa.

The massage went on for a bit, the motions so mechanical that your mind started to wander until you eventually said your thoughts out loud.

Having him to assist had calmed you down enough that you felt ready to reflect over your worries.

“Today is my wedding anniversary. Or it was.” You kept staring at your digits digging into his flesh. “I don’t really know how I should talk about it.”

Taehyung, though looking like a lazy feline, was actually paying close attention to your words. “How was it, being married?”

You shook your head. “At the beginning there was a lot of emotion and companionship. And then life carried us away from each other. Like two leaves scattered in different directions by the wind.” Your explanation was something that had become a truth to you: at the beginning you had tortured yourself with understanding why and how it had happened. And then you had accepted the blatant way of things: separation.

“Are you scared of it happening again? That companionship to separation process?”

You shrugged. “Not really. If people drift apart, then maybe it’s because they were meant to be together for a while before they could venture towards different destinations.”

Taehyung moved closer to your neck, to get impossibly nearer. If he could, he would have crawled underneath your skin, to inhabit you like a squirrel does a tree. He wanted to build his nest in your heart and sing all his favourite songs to you, and from you he would never, ever part.

He knew he was letting himself romanticise the affection and comfort he felt for you, however, he couldn’t find anything that made him disappointed with you, or that annoyed him. There were small things here and there that made him question your approach to life, but your grounded self was the kind of roots he needed to drift in the wind and let everything surprise and amaze him.

You were his anchor and he was so infinitely glad to have met you.

“How do you feel about the whole marriage thing? Do you still believe in it?” His voice was incredibly velvety, like a mother’s caress, a lover’s glance.

You pondered your emotions and sensations. “I believe I do. I mean, it’s not like I think I failed something or love is a lie and all of that. I’m just trying to understand the… the ground rules—” You took a pause, trying to explain yourself. “Like, the foreword, you know?”

He listened and let you talk.

“What makes a couple fit for marriage? And then, what is marriage? I need it to be more than just a bunch of paperwork and legal duties. But maybe it’s just that.”

Taehyung rubbed his naked foot against yours. His feet were freezing. Plus it felt funny to test the smoothness of your calf with the sole. He wished the two of you could cuddle under the sheets, talk until the larks would start singing and thin rays of premature sunshine would start lighting up the dawn and stream into the room, colouring your face with a greyish halo before it turned pink, and then orange and then deep red for the briefest minute until bright yellow settled in.

He wanted to study the colours of you bathed in any type of light, any shade and palette that would come with the passing hours.

“I think I want more than paperwork and formalities too. It's a promise after all. You're officially telling your beloved that you will be by their side forever.”

“As someone who betrayed that promise, I don't think I can see it from that point of view anymore.” You exhaled before he placed an arm around you, almost sitting on your lap as he offered you his untreated hand.

He frowned. “It’s not like you betrayed it. You honoured it. It might say ‘till death do us part’ and all of that, but the biggest promise is to be at each other’s side, to find happiness and support and comfort in each other. You realised you couldn’t hold on to each other anymore and you let go.” He kissed your cheek. “Your right to happiness is way greater than a promise neither of you wanted to keep anymore.”

You found refuge in his hair, sniffing it gently before letting your eyelids lower. “I’m afraid I’ll break future promises, too. Sometimes I ask myself how I could keep one.” You felt incredibly calm as he started delivering gentle pecks from your temple to your ear to your jaw, the sound of his lips disclosing in quiet pops slipping into silence as he lost the excuse of kisses and started simply skimming your skin with the smooth petals of his mouth.

“You will not be alone keeping it.” He drew a line with his nose, from your cupid’s bow to the middle of your forehead, where he placed one final kiss. “It’s a shared responsibility. You won’t need to go all the way. The right one will meet you halfway, and they will be willing to go a bit farther on the days you can’t reach, just like you’ll be willing to take a few more steps on the days they’re not feeling good. It’s a compromise, and the border moves and melts.” He hummed as you kneaded the base of his thumb between your own thumb and index. “At least that’s the way I like to imagine it.”

You would meet him halfway. And you would reach for him, on days like this, when you need him and he needs you. And you would walk a bit more when he’s tired and worried and afraid, just like you knew he would come for you.

“I think it really works for friends too,” Taehyung mused. He looked at you. He wanted to meet you halfway, and renovate that promise day after day after day. One day at the time, as long as you loved him. And then he would let you go, not without trying to fix the distance between the two of you. “Sometimes the difference between lovers and friends confuses me.”

You looked at him and blinked. “Well, I would never do anything sexual with a friend. I would with a lover, though.”

He nodded and hummed as he reflected. “So I should call you my lover?”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Sure, if you’d like to.”

“I’d love to.”

You smiled, a tiny chuckle parting from your lips.

“Once you said you don’t feel attracted to just anyone. What is it that makes you feel attracted to me?” Taehyung asked, genuinely curious.

You gave a small laugh. “You know all about me meeting my husband when I was a kid, growing up together, being with him, only him until we divorced and then some.”

He nodded.

“I think that made me used to being extremely close to my partner before being capable of perceiving any type of attraction. And even when I was with him, I didn’t ever think about anyone else. All people were just—” you thought about the right word. “They were only human beings to me. I couldn’t see them as somebody I could be attracted to, especially since I never got to know anyone as much as I know Terry and him. I think you’re the first one I want to explore.” You let go of his hand.

“Thank you,” he murmured before letting his back fall against the pillows, laying down and dragging you with him so you were resting on your side, your legs tangled up with his before you found your spot flushed against his side, his chest pillowing your head and your leg thrown over his hip. He wanted to comb your hair but he didn’t want to mess it up with the balm, so he decided he could simply draw circles against your arm. “What do you mean with ‘exploring’?”

You yawned as you felt relaxation wash over you. “I mean I want to take my time to get to know you. I’ve read somewhere that people who only feel attraction for those they have an emotional bond with are called demisexual. And somehow I feel I could identify myself with that, but I think I still have too many open questions to feel like I fully belong to that category.”

Taehyung felt blessed he could listen to your thoughts out loud. They felt so precious to him, like they could give him a way to understand you better. And the more he understood you, the deeper he fell for you. “You’re still so young, you have all the time in the world. Maybe you could talk to a therapist, or find some support through online forums. You know you have my full support.”

You softened and furtherly cosied up in his arms. “Thank you so much, Tae.”

“It’s the least I can do.” You felt his voice sweeten with joy and gratitude. “We take care of each other.”

He had become your solace, your reprieve, your second chance at happiness. Hopefully, your definitive one too.

You calmed down, trying not to rush things through, reminding yourself this had been the strongest, most unreasonable form of enamourment you could have ever thought of; nevertheless, you couldn’t deny the sudden lightness and warmth and fondness that invaded you whenever he peeked into your thoughts or appeared in your sight.

“However, yes, I feel attracted to you because I’m emotionally attached to you. I don’t know what this will become, or if it will evolve into deeper feelings, but it feels good to be your friend. And to be your lover too,” you continued delicately, trying to play it cool. “I just don’t know how long this sense of attraction will last — you know, because of this being an actual first time and me being afraid of making promises and not keeping them. For now I only know I want to know you deeper. And I want to be your lover.”

Fear crawled into his veins but he let the present reassurance comfort him. “It’s okay. It’s not like I’m experienced. We’ll just let ourselves feel whatever comes our way. The only promise I need you to give me is that you’ll allow yourself to feel everything life will give you, without being afraid.”

You stretched to press a kiss to his lips. “Okay. Can I count on you to meet me halfway?”

He nodded. “As a friend, as a lover, as anything you allow me to be.”

You kissed him again, your body relaxing even more. You couldn’t hold back another yawn.

“Let’s get you to bed. I don’t want you to fall asleep on the couch.” He traced your profile with the tip of his pinky. “Come on.”

As you laid in bed, your legs tangled together, you caressed his hair, watching his eyelashes fan against his cheekbones.

“I hate that my hands hurt. I wish I could touch you more.” He turned to fit his back against your front, your hand meeting his chest and feeling his calm heartbeat.

“Did you really shape that sculpture after me?”

You noticed him nodding. “I could still feel you under my fingers. It was torture to lay in this bed without you.”

You kissed his nape. “Good thing I’m here now.”

“You make it so much better, darling.” His voice was reaching that depth that fit night-time pillow talk so perfectly.

You thought about how your life had changed since he came into it. “You make it better too, Tae.”

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7

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[albino-whumpee]

WIJ Day 6: Mistake

This aren´t new ocs, exactly, but here´s some more of that one thingie about a pet whumpee who doesn´t know they´ve been saved and visits whumper´s home accidentally.  For @whumpmasinjuly day 6 “mistake“

Taglist: @liliability @newbornwhumperfly @boxboysandotherwhump @haro-whumps

CW// Pet whump, sci-fi whump, lab whump, ableism, mass production of humans for selling, dehumanization, manhandling, creepy whumper, syringes, implied euthanasia. Ask to tag!   

The samples that hadn´t been released yet slept in their tubes peacefully. Their bodies floated curled tight in the greenish water, silicone cords going down their throats for oxygen tangling around their limbs. 

They were supposed to be finished and shipped to their respective owners in a week, when their bodies had absorbed the last few doses of the cocktail of chemicals in the water surrounding them. The person verifying the status in the tube´s holographic glass and passing the required paperwork on their tablet was a certified technician at the lab. They had seen thousands of assets grow from embryos to adulthood in those tubes in their two years in the field. 

If it had been the luxurious, beautiful assets the scientist prided themself on making, they wouldn´t have clocked out before checking in the back corner, far from the light where the cheapest and rushed assets rested. Where one large tube containing the asset Z0-954, had been leaking for a week now. 

By the time the technician noticed, the asset was already in process to pop out of its tube. 

A mechanic arm held the asset below the armpits as a hatch on the ground drained the dubious water. When the asset hung from the mechanic arms, slowly, the tubes buried in its body began retreating into their hatches on the ceiling, coming out their orifices with a wet pop. 

“Initiate reanimation” the Technician´s boss told them as they broke in a sweat.

They looked at the asset for a moment. They could notice just by the asset´s vibrant green hair, that there was something wrong. But, there had been cases they had to dye the asset´s hair or they came out with a funny pattern in their skin. 

Praying that was the case with Z0-054, they pressed the button to initialize the process of reanimation. 

“Reanimation in process” a mechanic voice beamed, followed by the strident sound of an alarm going off. The arms holding the asset extended two black pads, previously rubbed together before setting them in the asset´s bare chest. 

“Clear” The asset´s body violently jerked forward. 

“Clear” their boss repeated, watching closely the way the asset´s pulse began racing. 

“Eye movement detected” the technician said before another wave of electricity made the asset swat the glass with its hands. “Motor skills status: Normal. Proceed to breaching, sir?” they asked the man before them as the asset lazily began trying to open its eyes and tossed its head around.

“Proceed. Call the hatching team and run an extra diagnostic exam on Z0-054, Collins”

Collin´s heart skipped a beat as their finger strayed from the pad in their hands. “I-Is there something wrong with it, Sir?”

The man´s eyes pierced through them “You tell me, Collins. What is this asset missing?” 

Collins took a deep breathe. Of course their boss had noticed. The older man hadn´t been in that position for ten years for nothing. They gulped before looking back at the asset.

“It´s lacking a 30% of the expected muscle mass and brain activity had a decay during last week´s checkup...” Collins could feel their boss´ eyes drilling him to the ground “Despite the counter measures to fill the gap, the asset still grades 3% lower in brain and muscular functions. I-I would request an extension for its caring after breaching, sir. In order to verify its quality before being shipped” Collins quickly tried to bargain to their boss.

“Read to me again why this asset took only a month to produce, Collins” the man said severely, not bothering to look down at his subordinate as the crystal enclosures opened wide. The hatching team already positioned right in front of them to receive them. 

The mechanical arms gently settled the assets in the floor of the tubes. As procedure dictated, the assets would instinctively try to stand by themselves once the arms retired into their hatches. Trembly figures of all sizes and colors managed to stand up in wobbly knees and lost looking eyes. 

Then the hatch team member in front of them would open their arms wide and call for them by their serial number. 

Collins whipped their head up at the green haired asset before them when the mechanical arm retreated and it fell to its knees and then slapped its head against the cold floor. 

The hatching team member in their white hazard uniform rushed to pick it up when the asset stayed in the ground, but was interrupted by the boss himself. 

“Leave it. If it doesn´t incorporate, follow protocol 13″ the man ordered. 

“Y-Yes, sir” they replied, turning their eyes at the asset. 

A thick worry began spreading through Collin´s body. They had never had to dispose of a mistake like this and the guilt of not having seen their error before began nibbling at their consciousness and pride. 

The asset´s green hair flopped over their face as they pulled its arms on either side. It groaned as they tried to put strength into them to push itself up, but when its face fell again into the ground with a groan, Collin´s fingers tightened around their tablet. 

“Stand up, Z0-954″ they tried, a tremble to their voice that made evident their fear.

Z0-954 turned its head to Collins, green hair sticking to its mouth before it dragged its wobbly limbs to the front again. Whimpering slobbery as it successfully pushed its chest up and kept its head high. Brown, glassy eyes fixed on Collin´s sighing in relief expression. 

“Make it stand” the boss told the hatching team member, pulling on the knot forming on Collin´s gut. 

“Yes, sir. C´mon here” the member said, slowly standing up with palms extended to the asset, just a few centimeters out of reach. The asset observed carefully how to incorporate and in a messy attempt to lift itself up it slammed it’s back against the tube. 

Collin jumped when their boss walked past them and threw them back to the ground. The asset yelped in surprise, but this time, it put its hands before hitting the floor. 

“Stand up by yourself” the man ordered the limping creature at his feet. It whined scared at him, before the man took a deep breath and fisted on its hair, lifting them a few centimeters off the ground before he hissed “Stand”

They let go and the asset attempted to curl into itself before the man kicked its arms away. 

“Trust me the last thing I want is to put you down. Stand. Up” he snarled, drilling the asset with his glare alone. 

The asset looked down at its hands before pulling strength into its limbs. Sniveling as drool dripped from its mouth, the asset pulled its butt up, extending its limbs fully before groping if it could separate its fingers to straighten. Slowly, fingertip by fingertip, it curved its back to standing, swaying back and forth and putting its hands in front for balance, before finally, it stood up. 

Collins sighed in relief at the asset, smile widening when the asset smiled back. They couldn´t hold the gasp they made when the asset stumbled forward. Luckily, the hatching member´s job was to catch them when they attempted to take their first step. 

“Well done, Z0-954. Good job” the guy cooed as they put a face mask with pump to the asset´s face. They usually swatted before finally the sudden abundance of oxygen made them light headed and easy to handle into a gurney. “The asset leaned into its handler´s hand and fell unconscious almost immediately as it was taken to another room, where it would be washed and dressed to observe its mental and physical development. 

As the doors closed taking the last of the assets, another team emerged to clean the tubes for the next batch of embryos. 

“S-Sir?” Collins timidly asked their superior as they followed him to the back of the tube. They saw him crouch and then tap the glass of the tube. Probing with his pen the width of the hole that provoked the leak. Barely a few millimeters in diameter. But even one was unforgivable. 

“This section is also under your jurisdiction, Collins. Any leaking should have been reported immediately”

“I-I know, I take full responsibility for Z0-954. I´ll personally supervise its development to meet its owner needs”

The man snorted “It will be a miracle if it passes the first round of evaluations”

“Engineered humans were a miracle when they first started, but now they can be produced in mass. They´ve stopped being called human because they´ve been specially designed to perfectly fulfill different purposes no ordinary human could. I promise Z0-954´s development will be the closest to ideal as possible” Collin´s refuted, lowering their head to their boss´ silence. 

The only noise in the room, the cleaning team´s hoses streaming against the hard glass of the tubes. 

“Don´t promise impossible things, Collins” the man said “Even if Z0-954 passes, there will be unavoidable mistakes to explain its owner. Don´t expect them to take lightly that their money was wasted in a mistake”

Collins gritted their teeth “Yes, sir. If...If they ask to return the asset and ask for a refund then what should-?”

“That´s gonna be a problem you will have to handle yourself, Collins. As the technician responsible, the company won´t cover you on this one” the man turned on its heels towards the door “Be sure to mend your mistake. You don´t have authorization to run protocol 14 either. This time, I want you to prove to me you can do your job”

  Collins stood there in the middle of empty tubes and watched the cleaning team hose scurrying green liquid down the drains in silence, before taking a deep breath and walking out to the development wing.

One stain wouldn´t destroy their career. One defective asset was nothing in comparison to the deluxe assets they had provided to satisfied clients. Besides, this one was designed to be effective in a fight ring, it didn´t need anything else but know how to move.

Its owner was known among laboratories for asking for quicker, smaller and stronger assets for dog fights in the underground. Collins was sure the man would just place another request in a month for a new asset to replace the last one anyways. 

If the asset was gonna be set up to lose, then they didn´t have to worry about anything. They could shove their mistake under the rug and pass it as the asset´s inability to fight against better, stronger ones. 

With a devilish grin, Collins stepped into the room where the asset was now sitting in the metal table wearing its white uniform, big brown eyes locked on him that softened when the asset smiled dumbly at them. 

Collins smiled back before pushing it down. It whined and began babbling in panic when the technician strapped it with the thick leather belts. The asset´s breathing quickened, but slowed down when Collins patted the asset´s head, shushing it softly. 

“It´s gonna be alright, mutt” they said as they reached to a little table by the side and prepared a syringe with an orange liquid. The asset only looked with wide, frightened eyes as Collins cleaned the inside of its arm with alcohol “As you are, it will be too evident that you´re just a mistake. But don´t worry, I´ll make sure you last just long enough to be useful to your owner. Fighting doesn´t suit you little one. That´s why I´ll make you durable at least” Collins said stroking the asset’s face before pinching their arm. The asset cried, but went ignored as Collins prepared for the liquid to spread. “If you´re gonna die anyways, at least, give a show worthy of your price”

Collins then took a sharp scalpel from the tool table and cut its wrist. It took a moment for the asset to notice it its cut. 

Delaying its reactions to injuries would make it fight longer, giving the illusion it was far more resistant than it was. It would collapse eventually, but at that point, it would be too injured for someone to realize the truth. 

Collins carded their fingers through the mop of the asset´s green hair.

“Happy birthday, Z0-954″ they sing-songed as they prepared the tools for the real tests to begin. 

#whump #writing #pet whump #captivity #sci-fi whump #lab whump #tw ableism #human farm(??) #tw dehumanization #manhandling #creepy whumper #tw syringes #tw implied euthanasia #fighting pits #nonhuman whumpee #(ok im having trouble tagging this im so sorry) #wijday6 #whumpmas in july #whumpmasinjuly2021 #Collins #the lab rat

[kayuripax]

“”Coffee Shop AU”: Cursed mask

Another story for @doodledrawsthings​‘ “””Coffee Shop AU”, this time for the off-shoot branch where MJ ends up Majora Masked. This did not leave me alone, and I needed to write this out. The story includes one picture, and mentions mak’s Subconite Cherry, my Subconite Maya, and @greentrickster​‘s Subconite Lime.

„Can’t wait for next Friday.” MJ raised an eyebrow at the exclamation of the small group of teenagers in front of him.

“Next Friday?”

“Yeah, Mr. MJ. Its Halloween then, and we,” one of the teens gestured around, “want to make a group costume. Lime and I have been sewing for weeks now, and it’s coming along well.” A blinding grin from all the teens followed that statement.

“Halloween already? Time sure flies.” MJ grinned back. “Can I ask what you want to dress up as?”

“That’s a secret until next week. You gotta wait just like everyone else!” Cherry chuckled, before grabbing their drink from the counter, leaving a bit of money, and running outside.

“Can’t wait then!” MJ called after them while handing out the remaining drinks. A moment later, when all the teens had left the shop, he began to grin to himself. Maybe he could convince Luka to actually go out on that day, without him having to pay much attention to his looks. He had to tell Clover first though, she had to help him convince that noodle-man.

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“You… want me to go out on Halloween.” Luka sounded like he was doubting MJ’s intelligence at that moment.

“I mean, yeah, why not? Halloween is literally the one day in the year where no one would really pay attention to you looking a bit weird. As long as you stay in a shape that could convincingly be a costume, you could basically run around as you are.” The answer came promptly, and with a raised eyebrow.

“Glowing eyes are not inconspicuous, MJ. Neither is me floating.” Luka grouched, coiling up a bit more in his room.

“There are more than enough costumes with glowing parts, man.” Clover piped up from her corner, where Hattie was showing her something, presumably a costume she had been preparing for Halloween. “MJ’s not wrong, Halloween is the one day where no one would care what you look like. If it makes you feel better, we could all dress up in a group thing, like your Cult.”

“They are not my Cult, Clover, they’re a group of teens that meets up in the forest.” Luka whined, hiding his face in embarrassment. The golden glow was still very much noticeable.

“Try to convince yourself of that, why don’t you.” She countered with a smirk. “But really, I think we could manage something for that, a group costume thingy. Get Hattie and Bonnie in on it as well, they wouldn’t mind.”

“I really wouldn’t, Dad! Pleeeaaase?” Hattie piped in just then, puppy eyes on full force.

“See, even your daughter wants you to go out.” MJ grinned. For a moment it was silent, then Luka groaned loudly, the sound echoing, before nodding.

“Fiiiine. You three are horrible people, but I see what I can do.” He said without much heat behind his words, and a tiny smile on his face.

“See, was that so hard?”

“Shut up, Moon Moon.”

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In the end they decided on a theme that Hattie eagerly called “Spooky Subcon”. She suggested that Luka could just go slightly more humanoid than his usual Noodle-shape, but still very much like his Snatcher-form. Luka groaned at that name, not for the first time wondering why on earth he had to become the local Mothman equivalent. Clover was next, and had decided to go for something vaguely like a haunted statue, citing that while she wasn’t naturally spooky, she could very much dial it up on the Weeping Angel vibe from Dr. Who. Hattie was very much on board with that idea, before declaring that she and Bonnie would dress up as adventurers who deal with all the “Spooks” of Subcon Forest. That made all the adults chuckle a bit. When everyone turned to MJ though, he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I’m not sure what I’d go as yet. Not really. I haven’t worn a costume since… well, ever since that one disastrous office party shortly after the shop opened.”

“Oh? You gotta tell me more about that.” Luka grinned widely, the glowing, fanged grin on his face almost cartoonish.

“I’d rather not, but knowing you you won’t stop prying anyways…” He coughed before continuing, face red. “I don’t even know why anymore, but the boss wanted everyone to come in costumes, and I went with the first thing I found on the attic, which was a Prince-costume. It, uh… didn’t survive the night that well. It’s very much ragged now.”

“You can use that, MJ!” Hattie exclaimed. “You could go as a prince-ghost!”

“A… Prince-ghost.” A raised eyebrow.

“Yeah! Maybe you can become more spooky by wearing a mask, and maybe wearing something alongside that outfit! Bracelets or something like that.” MJ thought over that for a moment.

“I guess I could do something like that. I have this old mask on the attic, I found it when… getting new supplies for my charms.”

“You mean when you stole bones.”

“Shut it, Clover. Anyways, it’s been lying on the attic for a while, and it looks pretty weird, so it would work for this, I think.” He rubbed his chin. “I mean, not much that could go wrong there. Worst thing that can happen is, that the costume is eaten by moths.”

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Turns out, there was a lot that could go wrong with the costume MJ had “planned”. Finding the components was not the problem. That appeared later. When he did find the mask though, a shudder ran down his back.

“I forgot how creepy that thing looks…” He muttered, wiping some dust from it. Slightly chipped, light blue paint was revealed, alongside some red stripes and fangs made from actual bones. MJ had enough experience with that to recognize it in a heartbeat. “I really wonder how old it is… A few years at least.” He turned the mask around while mumbling, noticing that the leather strip for holding it in place was still very much intact. “Well, at least I won’t have to replace that.” He got up with a slight groan, back cracking, before grabbing all the clothes and turning to the door. As he went downstairs, he missed the glint of the mask’s eyes.

No twenty minutes later he stood in front of his mirror, tugging at the ragged sleeves of the jacket in slight disdain. “That fit better last time…” He huffed, then shook his head and grabbed the mask lying on the cupboard next to the mirror. “Alright, here goes nothing. Let’s hope I can actually see out of it…” He held the mask up, before pulling the leather strip over his head. The moment the mask touched his face, another shudder ran through him. MJ coughed, then gasped. His head ached, his vision swam, and he felt his knees give. His hands clung to the cupboard, his nails dug into the wood, making grooves in it. He tried to breathe in, but he couldn’t, something was blocking the air from actually reaching his lungs. He coughed, scratched at the mask, only to scream when he could feel it, the sounds horribly disjointed and piercing. He fell to his knees, hands scrabbling at the sides of the mask, only to grasp at nothing. More pain shot through his head, then through his whole body. He managed to look into the mirror at some point, only to rear back in panic. He did not wear a mask, not anymore. Chains and manacles were wrapped around his wrists, wrists that were way too thin and gaunt, and most of all blue. He screamed in fright, the strange and yet horrifyingly similar visage in the mirror contorting itself. He scooted backwards, then watched in horror how his legs began to disappear. He could still feel them, and he was thankful for it, but they were wholly invisible, trousers, shoes and all included. When he tried to grasp at them, his hands managed to go through them, and another unearthly wail freed itself from his throat. This was not how he wanted his Halloween to go, not at all. MJ looked around, then tried to get up, out of the house. He needed to find Luka; he knew how to deal with sudden shapeshifting! Luka should know how to help him, right?

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Frantic knocking on the door followed by frantic yelling was not something Luka had expected this early on the Halloween evening, and for a moment he was entertained to coil up until whoever yelled went away. At least he was, until he heard the actual contents of the yelling, and identified the voice as MJ’s.

“LUKA THATCHER PRINCETON; OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!” Almost on instinct, ingrained from his mother yelling the exact same words, Luka’s mane bristled in shock, and he hurried to the door.

“Coming, MJ!” the moment the door opened, Luka was bowled over by a blue and red blur, and the door was shut noisily.

“Luka, you need to help me! That mask, it.. it.. it did something to me!” MJ sounded close to crying, and it took Luka a moment to answer while he took in the sight of his colleague.

“Holy… MJ? That you?” Luka took in the sight of the quivering mess of a person in front of him. It reminded him vaguely of his friend and co-worker, but at the same time it was very much different, and more in line with, as disturbing as it sounded, a person that had frozen to death at some point.

“Of course that’s me! It’s that damn masks fault! I found it on the attic and tried on that costume I thought of for tonight, and then, I don’t know how, this happened!” MJ threw his arms out, the chains on them rattling noisily. Luka’s eyes widened at that, his fur bristling in shock.

“The Mask? MJ, you have no legs! How on earth… Wait, how did you even get here without anyone seeing you? And are you alright? Except the, you know, obvious?” MJ’s breath hitched at that, and he shivered.

“I have no idea… I can still feel my legs, for your information, but they’re… invisible and intangible, it seems…” He awkwardly rubbed his arms. “As for not being seen… I… kind of have a talent for that? You don’t want to be seen when carrying bones for crafting.” A facepalm from Luka followed that statement.

“Well, I guess that skill did come in handy…” He sighed, then grasped MJ’s shoulder before leading him into the living room. “Sit down for a moment, I’m getting you something to drink. I know how you’re feeling right now. I’m gonna send Hattie to get Clover, I think she should know about this.”

“Good idea…” MJ shook his head slightly. “This… is messed up. I shouldn’t t have picked up that damn mask…”

“Hindsight is 20/20. I shouldn’t have drunk whatever Vanessa ordered, but we can’t change it now. Only work from here, MJ. HATTIE! Come here for a moment.” Not a moment later, the sound of small feet hitting the ground became audible, and Hattie skid to a halt in front of them both.

“MJ?” She tilted her head at the sight of him. He gave a small wave in return. Hattie blinked for a while before looking at her father. “Dad, do I need to get Clover?”

“Please do that, Kiddo. I think we need all hands on deck here.”

“Alright, I’m back in five.” She called, before running out of the door. For a moment, silence fell, then Luka curled up somewhat next to MJ.

“So… want to talk about it?”

“’s not like I have a big choice here, it’s that or silence…” MJ groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “Does… does it always hurt like that when you change?” His voice was quiet, almost as if he was afraid to ask.

“Only the first time. Never after that. Something I’m rather glad about. Once is enough.” Luka answered truthfully.

“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to… well, feel pain all the time when you change.” MJ awkwardly rubbed his horn, then asked another question. “Do you think this can be reversed?”

“We can certainly try. Masks are made to be put on and taken off after all, there should be a way to do it.” Luka put one hand on MJ’s shoulder. “Try not to dwell on it for long, we will get this, you hear?” A small smile graced MJ’s face at that, and he nodded. “Good.”

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“So… That happened.” Clover said after a moment of silence after MJ told them what had happened after he put the mask on. “MJ, please do us a favor and burn the Cursed Mask the moment we get that thing off you.” Her tone left no room for arguments, and that she looked very much like a person halfway turned into stone thanks to the magic of make-up helped with that.

“Believe me, that’s first on the list of things I’ll do after this is over.” MJ replied dryly, picking at the manacles around his wrists.

“Does this mean we can’t go out today?” Hattie piped up quietly, wringing the cape of her costume in her hands.

“Oh Kiddo…” Luka started, then looked at the other two adults. “I…”

“As long as someone here can lend me a set of pants or something I can use to conceal the fact that my legs are pretty much invisible and intangible, I can deal. I got the breakdown out of my system earlier.” MJ added, smiling at Hattie. “After all, we promised it to you and Bonnie, didn’t we? Who knows, maybe she has an idea how to get that mask off.” That made Hattie cheer, and she quickly ran into her room, coming back with some yellow cloth that was roughly the same colour as the undershirt MJ still wore.

“We can make that longer, then it looks as if you wear a robe!”

“Not a bad idea, Hattie. We could do that pretty quickly, I think.” Luka hummed.

“Let me do that. No offense Hattie, but you don’t sew as cleanly as I can, and you currently have four fingers in total, Luka.” Clover said, before grabbing MJ and the cloth. “Get me needle and thread, and this is over in ten minutes tops,” she declared.

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The evening was spent in a thankfully rather relaxed manner. Luka ended up making himself look only vaguely humanoid, the robe-solution for MJ’s leg problem worked, and pretty much everyone liked their “costumes”. Bonnie was a bit shocked when she was told what happened to MJ, but offered the possibility that the mask could be taken off after the night was over. After a moment of thinking, it was accepted as a possible solution, after which the demand for candy became loud enough that the group began moving. They ended up encountering the “Snult” along the way, all of them dressed up in the same costume, their heights being the only way to discern who was who.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” MJ asked after a moment of looking the costumes over. Lime and Maya had done pretty good work with the costumes, in his opinion.

“We’re the Subconites! The Loyal Minions of the Snatcher!” came the almost cacophonous reply of over 20 teenagers at once, and Luka looked a bit bewildered, touched, and embarrassed all at once. “That’s a cool costume by the way, Mr. MJ.” Cherry said after a moment, giving the man a thumbs up.

“Oh, thank you.” MJ laughed a bit awkwardly.

“You look like a cryptid. You need a cryptid name now.” One of the subconites said. “MOONJUMPER!” another yelled promptly.

“Moonjumper? Why Moonjumper?”

“Well, because MJ.” Came the prompt reply, said in a tone that suggested a lack of belief in MJ’s intelligence.

“I… guess I can’t say anything against that.”

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The night ended with little fanfare, but a lot of candy. People thought the group costume with the two kids was adorable, and the candy given as pseudo-payment was plenty for it. Bonnie was allowed to sleep over at Hattie’s and Luka’s house that night, and after not even a moment of hesitation MJ and Clover followed suit and slept over as well. Once they all piled up in a rather comfortable cuddle pile, it did not take long for them all to fall asleep. Luka was an excellent and rather warm and comfy snake-ghost-thing, a fact he was not unaware of. It was at about 6 in the morning when MJ woke up again though, his entire body itching and shuddering. He blinked a few times after opening his eyes, noticing that his sight really did not get better, and automatically groped for his glasses, only to notice that he didn’t have them with him. Then the events from yesterday caught up, and his hands flew to his face. He could’ve cried in relief when his hands found the edge of the mask, and he almost tore it from his face.

“You gave me a lot of trouble.” He hissed at it, the almost leering grin and decorated eyes on the wood staring back without an answer. “Can’t wait to throw you into the fire.” He huffed, chucking it into a corner before curling up again. It was too damn early for this, and it was not as if the mask could run away. By closing his eyes, he missed the mask’s eyes gleaming once more, the grin seemingly growing wider, before freezing once more, becoming nothing more than old wood and bone. Hours later, it was thrown into a bonfire, and the ashes scattered into the winds. Nothing remained, no wood, no leather, no teeth made of bone. Only ashes on the wind, never to be seen again. The Mask was gone for good.

#ahit #ahit 'coffee shop au' #The snatcher #moonjumper #hat kid #bow kid #subconites #subconite cherry #subconite lime #subconite maya #the florist #Some body horror courtesy of MJ #MJ gets majora masked and is very unhappy #is the mask sentient? No one knows #and now no one ever will.

[sgt-morgan]

Lucky Kentucky ch. 2

Chapter 1

Hello there, welcome back to my Rockstar!Bucky x Reader fic. It was heavily inspired by my love of seventies mega rockstars, Almost Famous, Classic Rock, and a little bit of personal whimsy. I hope you enjoy, and read responsibly.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, sexy times, drugs, booze, smoking, objectification, fornication, liberation, and a litany of other sordid topics and traumas.

“HEY! NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!” To say that the last thing you needed was a missing rockstar, was a drastic understatement, and a testament to your unending will.

“Where in the good sweet name of Jesus is that dick head?” You fumed stomping towards the rest of the band.

“Your guess is as good as ours sweetheart, we got nothing. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing.” Shrugged Steve Rodgers, guitarist and all around good guy. “If I knew that all the time, I think I’d be a millionaire.”

You sighed and looked around you at the fleet of your busses and equipment trucks, and you could have sworn that you were ready to kill that asshole with your bare hands. “Well hot stuff? He better show up quickly, or so help me God he will be sleeping in a tour bus with the newest, dweebiest, roadies I can find. Do you know how bad new roadie busses smell? He will if he dosent get his ass here by the time the last piece of your stage equipment is packed.”

“I think you should land his ass there anyway, to give him time to think about what he’s done.” Sam shrugs, Clint vehemently nodding his support as he wrangles one of his two delightful children. “I think his punsishmet should fit his crimes personally.”

“Oh yeah! I think that’s a great idea! Or, he could stay with Laura and I on our bus, I’m sure the whining infant won’t keep him up all night, He’s gonna love it!” Clint nods, “We have a rule, no booze, broads, or bud around the kids! He’ll dry out quick!”

“No Clint, no worries at all. He won’t sleep or get laid on the roadie bus,” you laugh, “he’ll be surrounded by filth, and endless questions, and gawking. He won’t get the back room either, I’ll give him a bunk. Frankie will be on his bus, that way he never gets away with anything. No escape artists on my watch!” You wink, plucking his oldest, Cooper off his back and wrestling him into a head lock.

“Oof, devious as always.” Natasha laughs nodding and throwing her arm around you. “I remember when I got on your bad side, wasn’t worth the never ending week of publicity with no coffee. That was the strictest ban I’ve ever dealt with for sure.”

“Someone start calling his ass.” You laugh pulling away from Tasha and waking towards Peter to get a rundown on the status of loading up.

“Oh captain, my captain!” Peter saluted, about nine or ten roadies following in his lead while the rest just stood gawking as if they had never seen a woman before. “We are about twenty minutes from setting sail, I have my men sorted into busses and vans, Frankies bus has one extra bed open as per request, and, as our lady of perpetual mystery might be interested to hear, we have a new crew of over eager security team members stocked to the brim on Frankies bus, even worse than the roadies. Is everything ship shape?”

“At ease Parker,” you giggle, shoving him out of his stiff rehearsed stance, “indeed we are ship shape, now if only our little diva Jr. would show face, we could be on our way.” Just as you were finishing that sentence, a car pulled up, and out stumbled the man of the hour, James Barnes.

James Buchanan Barnes was drunk. Inibriated, intoxicated, off his ass, pissed, blitzed, sloshed, ranked, hammered, wrecked, out for the count, drunk. He stumbles out of the Uber, bottle in hand, but at least he was dressed. He stumbled over to the rest of the group, he had a duffel bag, wether it was packed with anything useful is up in the air, you’d make sure you’d get your hands on it and ensure that it had what he needed. Wanda could take care of filling in the gaps. You have now decided that there is no escape from Frankie for him. You’d have to put someone on the bus. You don’t know who yet, but someone. Maybe Quill? Whoever it was, needed to get along with Sam and Steve. Thor, he would work nicely. You’d see to it that Frankie had him moved. Now there was the Liquor problem. This was a decision every road manager has to dread. As any good rockstar could tell you, you have to be stone sober or completely fucked to perform a good show, you just had to decide what would or wouldn’t ruin the band... or him. So, sober it was. No use dragging it on any longer.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

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Any man alive knew that sound was trouble. No woman used the full Government name if you were in good standings. That was just facts. However, drunk thoughts beget sober truths and the truth is, that was incredibly sexy. When he turned hands raised in surrender whiskey bottle and duffle abandoned he was greeted to the glorious sight of her. Kentucky, dressed in leggings and a ripped up old band tee that he could faintly register belonged to Led Zepplin. Her hair piled up on her head shining in the sunlight her curves begging to be expl-

*whack*

Well, that will sober you up quick.

“Hey dickhead, so glad you could make it!” Sam, not looking too thrilled despite his statement of glad tidings gave him a smile he could only describe as cat catching canary. “I think Lucky needs to see you. Loose the doe eyes, it’s getting creepy.”

“Yeah buddy, I can catch on pretty quick.” He fumbled for what to say, and settled on “Bluegrass, doll, you look stunning this fine morning. Care for a swig of Kentucky’s finest?” He slurred, She sauntered up to him and he could swear he felt the magic, until she snatched the bottle and promptly tipped it out onto the ground. “Hey, woah! Easy there Kentucky, that was a bottle of Kentucky’s finest! that was a bottle of Eagle Rare!”

“No James, your looking at Kentucky’s finest, and you should know that I’m better than all the barrels in Frankfort. Buffalo Trace has nothing on me. Now, since you came in all washed up and wandering right smack dab before the deadline, I’m gonna be merciful, but the next time you pull this shit? Theres a bunk in Frankies bus with the minors that has your name on it. Are we clear? Brooklyn?” She had the empty bottle in her fist, her other arm draped under her breasts and she was jabbing him in the chest. He had never been more frightened and turned on in his entire life.

“Reading you loud and clear KY, I got the message.” He nodded backing away slightly.

“Good!” She smiled turning into an entirely different woman. One with sunshine and laughter in her soul, her perverbial horns retracting. She snatched his sunglasses right off of his aching eyes, and placed them on her face. Low blow, but not entirely unexpected. “Now that the princess is here, load up and let’s roll! First pit stop is in Vegas, so we got a lot of ground to cover!” She stuffed his empty bottle and his duffle back into his hands, and headed for her bus, he just caught the conversation as the Barton family began to load up watching her go by.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Lila?” Clint said helping his little girl put her little pink hello kitty duffle under the bus.

“Is Uncle Bucky in trouble?” She asked innocently looking back at Bucky, who gave her a little wave.

Clint turned to face him, chucking as he met his gaze, “Oh yeah honey, lots and lots of it.”

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You loaded yourself onto the administrative bus, plopping yourself into the little booth right at the front near the head bus driver, Phil Colson.

“Hello Phil!” You smiled, opening your laptop and checking on your hotel reservation. The kind bus driver smiled and started up the bus. Next on we’re your bunk mates, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Peter. That left two bunks open for Tony and Pepper for when they joined you on the occasion.

“Well, I can proudly announce that Barnes’ military training has not gone to waste, even sloppy drunk he knows how to pack his essentials!” Wanda’s beautiful soothing voice waltzes its way into your ears as she and Vision loaded themselves onto the bus. “He’s got his tooth brush and everything! It’s a miracle!”

You nodded at that eyes still focused on checking your route’s traffic and totaling how much it would cost you for a late check in if nessicary. “Good, he can be a functioning adult when he wants to be!”

“The widows are settled onto their bus, everyone’s got what they need. Carol said she could do with some more angry Lucky, she missed you apparently” Bruce sighed plopping down next to you silently checking over your figures.

“I’ve got everything packed so that it should only take the lighting crew and I two hours to shore up, which puts my productivity up by 30%” Vision shrugged putting his arm back around his beautiful wife.

“And I can move heavy things and take good photos. Also, I fixed that stage piece you were worried about and it is no longer does the rocky thingy.” Peter grinned giving you finger guns.

“Ugh, I love the sound of efficiency!” You sigh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you throw your stuff in the bunk closest to the shower. “Thank you all for agreeing to take this on with me, I wanted you because you’re my A-team, and I knew that I couldn’t do this without you... plus I knew it would look fantastic on your resumes.” The crew in your bus gave a here here for that statement.

“So, Barnes. How do you plan to tackle that battle?” Peter said plopping down on top of Wanda and Vision as if they were just two decorative pillows. “He’s gotta strong will and a heady brooding nature, rough shit I tell yah.”

“Not to mention the fact that he’s incredibly handsome,” Wanda said pushing Peter to the floor, “We know you’re a pushover for that type!”

“Well lady and gentlemen, I plan to kick his ass into shape. Good looks and broody behavior be damned!” You huff.

“I may point out, that is not exactly a plan darling.” Vision says sympathetically patting you on the head as he carries his and Wanda’s things to the back of the bus.

“Well Viz, darling I am well aware of that. I have a plan. He’s gonna have to sober up. This behavior isn’t normal for him, his band mates and Tony have made that clear, he’s on the string for some girl that couldn’t have given less of a shit about him, so he’s all fucked in the head. MY job, is going to be reminding him he’s a goddamn rock star, who doesn’t need a bitch like that to make him happy!” You gesticulate as you unpack the supplies you’d need for a shower. “Then, all should be well with the world again, and I can go back to managing tours that don’t make me want to kill myself.”

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“Say Stevie, that uh, that Kentucky sure is one tough dame right?” Bucky say’s as he charges shirts, “gotta lot of spunk?”

“Yeah Buck, she’s a real hot head when she wants to be, but she’s fantastic at this. I’ve not seen a better organized tour in my life!” He hears his best friend laugh from the front.

“Not to mention,” Sam started from his position on the couch, “she’s one hot mama, veeeeeery fine. You can tell she knows it too. I wonder if she likes dark chocolate, I think I should find out.”

Bucky felt anger deep in his gut at Sam’s teasing, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why. He dosent need another relationship, hell, dosent want one. That only leads to broken hearts and empty bottles... broken hearts and empty bottles... a little cliche but he could make it work. He’d write it down later. Right now, his sole purpose was intel. Gathering as much info on Kentucky as he could.

“Gotta make sure she’s not already tied up Sammy boy!” He laughed, “besides, I think she likes Seargents.” He winked.

“Well if it’s information on the lady Kentucky you want, I’ve got you covered.” The big braun-y security guy Thor chuckled, “she’s single as it comes, bad break up with some hot douche bag in some other band. Wasn’t pretty that breakup, I tell yah. Frankie and I had to beat the guys face in to get him off her door step, she started road managing in order to get away from him, being constantly on the move made her a moving target, it worked better that way.”

“Sheesh, any ideas on that band name? I’d hate to bump into them sometime.” Bucky shook his head, “she sounds like a tough lady.”

“Oh she is,” Thor chuckled, “got some rough and tumble to her, she’s good at what she does. Hydra? I think that’s the name at least.”

“Sheesh,” Steve muttered, “She messes around with hard hitters huh? Hydra is huge on the pop punk charts, they’re not topping out on the hot 100 or anything, but they pull a decent crowd for sure.”

“Yeah, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard stories about them being absolute dicks either,” said Sam, “poor thing. I hate that for her.”

“She’s a good lady, really, she’s always so kind, goes out of her way to learn names and remember important dates, never afraid to pitch in where she’s needed. You guys are lucky to have her for this tour.” Thor nods, putting his things away and laying down in his bunk.

“Yeah, very lucky.” Bucky nods, daydreaming about a woman he just met. This was gonna be a long tour.

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Their first stop was in Nevada. Los Vegas, baby. The first show of the tour was at the colosseum at Ceaser’s palace. This meant discounted hotel rooms, larger merch sales, and quite a bit of press was involved, but you were ready to take on the challenge. You arrived in Los Vegas around 6am, all of the bands stumbling off their respective busses and making their way towards the resteraunts in the hotel. You and Bruce headed off to snag hotel keys, and settle the bands into place. Wanda, Vis, and Peter, headed with the rest of the crew and the equipment trucks to the Venue for set up.

“Alright Bruce, you get the Widows settled in their rooms, I’ll take care of the boys. Tell the girls their press is at 10 and their rehearsal will be at noon, they are to be at the venue no later than 9:15. They will arrive and go straight to Wanda, who has outfit options, and makeup. They have a lunch break at 2:00, and they need to be at the venue by 5:00 for their sound check at 5:30, curtain is at 7:30.” You rattled off handing Bruce back stage passes and a few printed copies of tonight’s schedule. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty to send the busses to the venue.” Bruce gave you a tiny salute and you wandered off to find the Commandos. You found them sitting in a resteraunt, a waiter bringing them their drinks. You noticed Bucky had a screwdriver, now that just wouldn’t do. You snatched the glass from him right as the waiter was about to put it in his hand, slamming it back in one go.

“Woohoo! Good morning Kentucky!” Clint laughed clapping with Steve and Sam, who were pointing at a dumb struck Bucky.

“Damn, sugar! I didn’t know you had it in you this early!” Sam laughed.

“We,” you said gesturing between Bucky and yourself, “will take water and a coffee.” You said to the waiter with a wink. “Good morning boys! We’re in for a good one today! Starting off at the colosseum is a great first gig! Now I hate to be a downer, but unfortunately, I gotta lay down the law. This tour will have a no show day drinking policy. Zero tolerance, breaking this rule leads to a prohibition to the breakers caffeine supply, and lands you in a bunk in Frankies bus with the newbies. The only exceptions are exactly one pre show shot and or beer for last minute jitters, or a celebratory toast. Any other hard day drinking will lead to repricutions. Rule number two, I run a right ship, I do not appreciate tardiness. I went easy on you the first day, but here on in, if you are late by more than ten minutes, I will assume you’re dead and send the cops to come find you. Very loud, very messy, and definitely will make the news. So, do I make myself clear?” You looked around and met their gazes everyone seemed to be okay with these rules, except Bucky.

“What the hell lucky? Am I some kinda child or something? No drinking? No tardiness? Am I a high schooler? Jesus, you gotta pair on you if you think that I, a grown ass man would ev-“ your food came about five words into his little tirade, and as soon as the waiter left your food, you shoved a roll in Bucky’s mouth.

“Stuff it Brooklyn, we wouldn’t fuckin NEED these rules if you could get your ass together for five minutes to see what you’re doing! Your drunkenness has made you sloppy, you’re late on your due dates, your waisting Tony’s time and money on your pouty bullshit, and your friends are worried about you. So yes, we’re gonna have rules, they will have consequences, and I’ll beat your ass myself if you show the inability to get it together!” You rant jabbing your finger into his chest to get your point across. “Now, eat your waffles, here’s your schedules, and if you are not showered and decently dressed at the colosseum by 10 am sharp, so help me God I’ll call the cops.” With that you gathered your coffe and your purse and stalked away. Handing Steve they’re schedules, passes, and hotel keys as you went. It was gonna be a long night, you could feel it.

“Did anyone else find that extremely sexy?” Sam asked, and by god Bucky couldn’t help it, he nodded in agreement.

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Steve and Bucky followed eachother up to their floor of the hotel, crew, secrity, and bands took up the entire fifth floor. Later tonight, when everyone actually got to unload after the show, It would be a real party, people leaving their doors open, coolers of beer, goods and services being exchanged, instruments and duffle bags and food being passed from room to room, it was Bucky’s personal favorite part of the evening.

Right now, it was sad and empty. So, he showered, and he went to sleep. At approximately 10:15 am, Bucky was rudely awakened by a pounding on his door. He looked at the time and he jumped to his feet so fast he almost broke his neck tripping on his sheets. Kentucky was gonna kill him. He just hoped to God whoever was outside his door didn’t drag him out of the hotel in handcuffs.

“Ok Bucky, time to shine!” He muttered to himself and threw open the door. Outside was quite possibly the largest man he’s ever seen, and he was no pipsqueak himself, he towered over bucky by at least a foot, and his biceps were roughly the size of his head. “Hello there, seeing as you’re not in a police uniform, you must be Frankie.” The big man grunted his assent. “Ok then, may we g-“

“Listen here pretty boy, I don’t care if your famous, you hurt Kentucky? I hurt you. Understood?” His voice felt like a blast of attic wind. It made Bucky shiver. Where was this coming from? How would he hurt Kentucky, it’s not like she would ever date him, he couldn’t even get a woman to Mary him, let alone bag an absolute catch like Lucky.

“Yes sir, won’t happen again.” Bucky saluted like he was still in the service then realized what he was doing and always my scratched his head. “Can we?” He pointed at the door, hoping against all odds to escape this absolute shit show of a conversation.

“By the way kid? You’re lucky she didn’t send the cops.”

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At the colosseum, Y/N was pracitcaply putting a hole in the rug of their dressing rooms, while the various other band mates who bothered to show up on time, sat there bored out of their minds.

“I’m gonna kill him,” you muttered, biting at your bottom lip.

“No your not mama,” Natasha laughed from the couch, “You think he’s sexy, you don’t burn fine art.”

“Dammit, you’re right.” You sighed throwing your hands in the air and plopping dow on top of her and Peggy who were sitting next to eachother looking at dress designs Wanda sent them for SNL next month.

“I like the black one Nat, the red detailing is classy and fun.” You mutter, Peggy nods in agreement.

“I like Wanda’s idea of us all having black dresses with different colors, we could do it 1950’s style and put our hair up? I think it would look really cool. Fits the vibe of our song choice.” Peggy says casually flipping through the designs.

“Carol and I respectfully request to wear suits if that’s ok?” MJ pipes up, “I think two and two will look cool.” She shrugs, I’ll do the regular hair and makeup though.”

“Can I get a broad brim mobster hat?” Carol asks popping up from her place on the floor beside MJ’s chair.

“Yes, I like this idea. SNL will like it too I bet.” Wanda nodded. “If they let Megan and Billie do what they want, I’m guessing your performance will be just as accepted. That and it can be in black and white. Rami Malik is also the perfect host for that. I’ll pitch it to their team.”

“How about you boys, any ideas? You’re the week after.” Wanda said looking towards the Comandos who had already made it.

“I like the Jailhouse rock Idea! I think we sh-” Just then, Frankie walked in holding James by the collar.

“Put him down Frankie,” you sigh “he’s an ass, but we need him.” After Frankie let him go, he brushed himself off and grinned at you sheepishly. “You better have a damn good explanation for this.” You grind out.

“Over slept?”

“Im gonna kill him”

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All in all, the show went off without a hitch, the bands both sailed through their songs beautifully, and earned themselves an encore. However, on the last encore of the night, Bucky made things a little more interesting.

“This last one, goes out for a little special someone!” When he said that, you could swear he winked at you.

“Hey hey mama said the way you move” when he held out that move? You could feel your soul shake. He was going it slow, taking the opening slow to really get the crowd worked up. It was like he was expressly trying to lock eyes with you, seat his irises into your soul. “Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.” Then when the first two lines were done and they kicked into tempo, you remembered where you were, what you were doing, and you let the song echo behind you, as you went to help Wanda pack up the dressing room.

What was that look? What game was he playing at? He couldn’t want to mess around with you, you were a nobody. He was James Barnes, lead singer of one of the biggest bands of the decade, he had no interest in you. You were a road manager, a stick in the mud, a hard headed know it all. He dosent know a thing about you and dosent want you. You were just getting caught up in the music right?

#music #musicians #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky au #james barnes #winter solider fanfiction #rockstar!bucky #rockstar!au #steve rodgers #sam willson #wanda maximoff #vision #natasha romanoff #peter parker #avengers

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162 – continuation

The wonderful @scale-shark72 inspired me again to write a continuation to show Gavin’s reaction to Nines’ attempt at socialising. Have fun!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

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Gavin stood next to his coffee-machine at home, waiting for his first dose of caffeine before driving over to the precinct. Absent-minded he turned the stone in his hand. It had become a new habit of his, just flipping over the not completely round object while he was thinking. It had been two days since the android gifted it to him. Since then it had gotten back to not emoting in any way. Sitting opposite to him, reacting at things that weren't meant for him and not reacting when they were. Talking analytical, more a machine than a machine would have been. God, even Connor had been more human-like before deviating. And Gavin knew the RK900 was a deviant. That was the one requirement of working at the DPD.

Since their meeting outside, the weird comments and, well, this stone, Gavin's thoughts circled around the android. It was clear this incident meant something; it was too odd for it not to. But he couldn't find a reason. Connor had taught him the lesson not to offend the robot in any way. A man's pride could only be hurt so many times, before backing down. He had thought that to be the status quo from now on - Gavin being civil with the thing and in return having to deal with that oversized text to speech analyser- but the android’s actions had been social ones. At least they were not work related. Well, it was something entirely new in working with the android and Gavin had no idea how to get some insight. He could ask the android himself but talking with the thing wouldn't get him anything but new questions with his cryptic techno-talks. He could ask Connor, but that wouldn't end well. Maybe Hank? Again, not the best of ideas as the man was practically glued to the RK800. Maybe it was best to just let it go and ignore the stupid android. Maybe it was just malfunctioning anyway.

As he arrived at the precinct the android was already working away. As it always was. Except for that day of unexplainable absence, the machine had always been working. Did it work when he had gone home, too? Connor never stayed overnight for all he knew. God, when had he become so caught up with this android? ‘Morning, tin-can.’ No answer. Well, as expected. The stupid thing most likely was too deep into whatever it was working on. Gavin turned on his computer and while he waited, positioned the stone he still held in his pocket on his table. ‘Hey, toaster.’ The other raised his head, completely void of any expression yet somehow it screamed confusion all over the place. ‘What can I do for you, Detective?’ ‘Erm… yes, regarding that. I wanted to- ah phck, are you always working?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘For real? What do you do when I’m gone?’ ‘I stay and work on our cases.’ ‘You don’t have to, I don’t know, sleep or something?’ ‘I require time spent in stasis, four to six hours depending on the activities of the day.’ ‘And you do nothing but sit here all the time?’ ‘No. Was that expected?’ ‘Was that- hell, tin-can that can’t be healthy, even for an android!’ ‘Androids can’t get ill, detective.’ ‘Yeah, but you’re awake, right? I mean you guys can have mental stuff.’ ‘I don’t know what you mean with mental stuff but I assure you I am in perfect working condition.’ ‘Oh phck off man. You’re acting like a damn machine all the time, maybe it’s the stress.’ ‘Detective, I am a machine.’ ‘You are a deviant. You are supposed to feel and shit.’ ‘I don’t eat, so I don’t have to-‘ ‘Okay stop this before it gets worse, okay? Connor is a machine, too and he is feeling plenty.’ ‘I never said I don’t have feelings.’ ‘Really? Because I got the idea you don’t. There can be the most gruesome murder and you comment on how the body is underweight. Like holy shit man, look at you know. You are like an extraordinarily detailed mannequin. There is literally no expression at all. That really creeped me out in the beginning.’

There was the red light again. Shit. Across the precinct, Connor shot up from his chair. What kind of telepathy-sixth-sense they both had, Gavin would never know. What he was sure of though, was that his day was off to a bad start, when he would have a talk with the older brother at this early hour. The RK800 was already stomping over, Gavin getting in a defensive position ready to jump up to his feet. ‘Hey, come on man, all we did was talk! I didn’t do anything.’ But the android was determined, and he prepared for getting thrown against a wall again. But none of that happened, when the RK900 got up instead, pushing against his brother’s chest and blocking his path. ‘RK800. Stop. I am perfectly capable of handling the Detective myself, I don’t need you to act for me every time. I never asked for it.’ Surprisingly, Connors face got soft immediately with a knowing smile. ‘Nines, I know you might think that way, but I know you are misinterpreting this. Something he said stressed you and you don’t know how to react. I won’t let my little brother get exploited or ordered around, simply because he lacks a social module and doesn’t understand what’s happening. So, let me handle this for you.’ ‘No. You don’t recognise you order me around right now. The Detective did nothing but talk to me. How am I supposed to write my own programming if I have no source to learn from? If I ever need your help, I will ask for it. But right now, you are acting without my consent again and I won’t let that happen. I want you to go.’

Gavin had simply watched what was happening, not really understanding everything, but seemingly getting a bit more of an idea what was going on. Connor surprisingly nodded at that and went back to his desk, looking just as confused as Gavin himself. ‘For the sake of working efficiency, would you accompany me to the break room?’ ‘Err, yes. Of course. What the hell happened there? You know I need an explanation, right?’

He followed the android through the precinct, feeling Connor’s eyes in his back. Before Gavin could say anything, the android burst out: ‘My unit doesn’t have a social module. It was never installed because my prototype remained unfinished in the revolution. I can’t pick up or imitate important communication means such as facial expressions, voice intonation and gestures.’ ‘Wow, okay. That is a bit much. So, what you are saying is you can’t feel anything?’ ‘No. I can feel emotions. I can’t emote them or recognise them in others.’ ‘Shit. Why did you never told anyone?’ ‘Hank and Connor know. Fowler too. That was the reason he partnered me up with a human.’ ‘Okay, why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘It is a defect.’ ‘And you want to appear perfect?’ Silence. Then an answer: ‘Yes. I wanted to be a good partner.’ ‘Okay, what did you mean with “writing your own programming”?’ ‘I don’t have a social module installed, but I can build up my own from experience. I did a lot of research and learned from the people around me in the hopes of figuring it out before someone recognises it. But I failed.’ Gavin looked at the android before him and his red LED. A lot began to make sense all of sudden. ‘So that’s what it was out there, you gifting me the stone?’ ‘My research resulted that to make a partner happy you compliment them and bring gifts. I tried it, although I can’t know whether I succeeded.’ ‘Hey, I really like the stone. You did great. And you are a good partner. All this time I thought you were some kind of asshole ignoring me all day, but this actually makes sense now.’ ‘I can understand if you don’t want to work alongside a defective android.’ ‘Oh come on, you are working with a defective human and don’t seem to complain. And you’re not defective in the first place if you were built this way, I guess.’ ‘So you still want to work with me?’ ‘Of course. Although now you’ve given me something to think about… Do you want me to help build up your social skill-thingy?’ ‘I would appreciate that.’ ‘Good. Tonight, you won’t staying here and work, you are coming with me and see people!’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #lets be honest gavin will mess up a perfectly good android #I mean his personality isn't the best to work with when learning how to human #well RK900 has a thing to say in that too I guess so it should be fine

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Adrien Augreste: Just friends

Alen and Nino were fast asleep, snoring loudly as lions, but neither Adrien nor Marin could fall asleep. Seeing that they most likely wouldn't rest anytime soon, both sat up. They hadn't expected the other to do the same thing, so they almost flipped when they saw the other awake. Adrien frowned and stood up, then he went next to the skating ramp and gestured Marin to go. The designer stood up and went over there, just to almost flipped once again when Adrien somehow opened a door on the side of the ramp. Behind the door there were some stairs that went down to somewhere. Adrien went downstairs and the designer boy followed him warily, quite unsure of what was going to happen but kind of relieved when he saw that they were in a some sort of underground aquarium.

"Well, now we can speak freely and won't wake up the others" said Adrien. "So we're going to speak? I didn't exactly know what you had in your mind" said Marin. "You see, we never started with the right foot for some reason and it's been bugging me off lately" said Adrien, unaware of the unintentional pun he had just said. "I'd be lying if I denied that I'm also curious about that, go on" said Marin. "We have friends in common and we had never seen eachother before, and yet we have this competitive attitude since we first met. Do I bother or annoy you? Or even do something tomake you hate me?" asked the model. "Listen sunshine, I don't hate you, really" replied Marin. "Oh yeah? That's not the impression you have been giving me. And for the record, I don't hate you". "I would have never expected that" replied the designer. "Well, then why are you so... I don't know, agressive to me?" asked Adrien. "I'm not agressive to you. I just.... Ugh, I can tell you or a certain girl would kill me" said Marin frustrated. "A girl? Don't tell me you're jealous of me". "What? No! It's not that! She's part of my family, I don't.. gross" said Marin with a chill going through his spine. "Oh. OH. OH! You're just being wary of me?! No way. Why should you be wary of me?" said Adrien confused. "I know you're not a bad guy, I can tell" said Marin, leaning on a wall. "But I know you're going to hurt her and I can't let that happen. Not to her". "Do I know the girl? And why would I hurt her?" "She... She has feelings for you. It's really unlikely that you return those feelings and that would certainly hurt her. Not only that, ow we also have this Hawk Moth guy turning people into monsters and I won't let that happen to her". "Oh... I... I don't know what to say..." said Adrien staring at the floor. "I probably shouldn't have been that protective, you wouldn't do it on purpouse at least. Geez, probably you'd even seen her with better eyes if I hadn't been such a jerk with you" said Marin, regretting his behaviour. "Hey, I don't judge people based on their relationships. Look at your sister for example. I can see she's an amazing girl and I'd love to be her friend if she wasn't so afraid around me" said Adrien. "She isn't afraid thought. She's just nervous around you because she doesn't know how to behave or talk with you due to the little gum incident. She certainly regrets it" explained Marin. "Really? It was that all time? Gosh, she must have been feeling horrible this time! I need to tell her to stop worrying about it" said Adrien heading to the stairs, but Marin grabbed him by the pajama. "Slow down there sunshine, she's either sleeping or having a girl's talk, trust me, you don't want to interrupt that kind of talk" said Marin. "Right, sorry. I just was desperate to make things clear and didn't think about it first" apologized the blond. "Don't worry, you can talk to tell her later, or maybe just send her a message or something if things are awkard". "Right. Thank you. I kind of misjudged you" said Adrien, now regretting his behaviour as well. "Is that why you acted that way with me?" asked Marin curious. "Well, this is awkard, but yes... I probably should have seen what of person you were first..." said Adrien remorseful. "How did you think I am exactly?" asked the designer, not sure if he'd like the answer. "Well... After seeing everyone's first reaction to me being Chloe's friend, I thought that you could probably be after my sister just for fame or something related with our surname, because you were the only one who was kind with her without even knowing her" says Adrien ashamed. "I see... Welp, it's logic given your situationn and status. And me being an aspiring designer just made it worse, didn't it?" said Marin, kind of relieved with the answer. "Yeah, and also the whole thing of you being her exclusive designer and all that, thought I was there when she asked father" confessed Adrien. "Wow... I guess we just were two idiots..." "Yep" affirmed the model. "By the way Adrien" said the designer. "Yes?" "I won't woo your sister or anything like that. Don't get me wrong, she's funny, clever, beautyful and very kind. It's just that... I don't know if you know it, but I've always been... in a difficult spot. If I had someone that I loved, I'm afraid she'd get hurt and I could never possibly stand that. I just can afford to be in love" says Marin. "Heh" chuckled Adrien bitterly. "You just sounded like a martyr, I guess that's why they call you Angel after all. Thought, won't you be harming any girl that likes you the same way you're afraid that I'll hurt that relative of yours?" "I... Yeah, I guess you're right. Still, I won't go after your sister. I do have someone I like" confessed Marin. "You do? Who's that girl?" "Wouldn't yu like to know? I still haven't told Alen, but it's probably impossible for me. The girl I loves someone else and the girl I have a little crush on is never ging to like someone like me. At least I cn be friend of them" wallows Marin in self-pity "You have a love interest and a crush?" asked surprised Adrien "It's just a small crush and it's killing me, because I can't deny that I'd be happy to be with her and it's like I love two different people and... Ugh..." "Wow... You have it bad" "Well, you have it worse, being in love with Ladybug. You have Chat Noir as direct competition and sorry, but I root for him" said Marin. "How did you know? I haven't even told Nino!" said Adrien alarmed. "Well, it's kind of obvious. Aside for all the Ladybug merchandise you and all of her fans have, you always have this lovesick face whenever someone mentions her. It was rather easy to figure it out, thought I didn't expect that short bluenettes were your type" said Marin. "Oh shush. I just admire how she's always giving her everything to keep us safe and how clever she is" protested Adrien. "Yeah, but Kitty Noire also does that and yet I don't see you reacting to her like you react to Ladybug" teased Marin. "Well, I happen to know Kitty Noire and how dorky she is, so excuse me for not admiring her as I admire Ladybug" replies Adrien embarrassed. "You know her? As in civilian?" said Marin utterly surprised with a bit of impatience. "Why so pushy? Is she perhaps the one you love? Or is she your crush?" "None of your business blondy" said Marin embarrased. "So I was right! Which one is it baker boy? The crush or the love interest? I won't let you off the hook until you say it" "She's the one I love, okay? The first time I saw her I was strucked by her selflessness and courage and I've been in love since then!" said Marin, with a face redder than a tomato. "Glad you admit it. But won't you also have harder than me? Lordbug clearly loves her and he can be with her anytime as a heroe" "That won't be a problem, Lordbug and I have already wished the best luck for the other" "You know him? How?" "Well, since the Evilustrator incident, I've get to know a bit all of our heroes, but I already knew the bugs, it was so painfully obvious who they are" "And you're telling me that they come to your house? Even if you know their identities?" asked Adrien. "I just know the bugs identities, but Chat has ben just a couple of times and Kitty has been in my room like four times. Ladybug and Lordbug are regular thought. Their kwamis, a weird thingy that allows them to transform, love our bakery treats" said Marin a bit nervous. "You've even seen their kwamis?! I just saw Plague once, but Chat's kwami, Plagg, is always sleeping" complained the model. "Isn't normal for cats to nap most of the times?"

The boys spent talking about their daily antics with the superheroes, discussing about how could the heroes defeat Hawk Moth, about some of the quirks or weird tendencies the heroes had and stuff like that. They were ranting most of the night, going from a point to another and becoming great friends without even realizing it, changing their competitive relationship into a marvelous friendship, thought they still were really competitve, but in a healthier way now. By the time they finished talking, it was almost six in the morning and they nearly panicked because they hadn't had any rest and they headed to the stairs, but Adrien stopped Marin before going upstairs.

"Hey Marin, what do you think of my sister?" asked Adrien cautiously. "I think she's an outsanding woman with a lot of charisma and talent. She probably could move the world if she set her mind on it. Basically, she's truly amazing" said Marin. "If she confessed to you, what would you do?" "Only an oblivious idiot wouldn't like to be with her, she's a fantastic and lovely girl. Of course I'd accept her confession. Besides, she's more than capable to deal with any of the people that bully me, if not I'd treasure and protect her with all my might. After all, she has already managed to steal a piece of my heart" confessed Marin. "No way, you have a crush on Adrienne and love Kitty Noire? I'm beginning to think you have a thing for blondes" teased the model. "Oh zip it sunshine" said Marin embarrased. "Anyway, what do you think of my sister?" "She's a lovely, selfless and brave girl that doesn't think twice before jumping to defend her friends or help people in need, even when she isn't in good terms with them. She's really talented and funny with everyone. I'd love if we could just be friends, but I think I need to give her some space to make her feel comfortable around me" said Adrien. "Pfffft, that sounded totalli as if you had a crush on her but hadn't noticed yet" teased the designer.

Adrien blushed and Marin laughed out loud, making Adrien punch him on the shoulder. They finally got upstairs and went to bed, Marin fell asleep without a problem, but Adrien stared at the ceiling, telling himself that he'd make sure to befriend Marinette properly so they'll finally be friends. Just friends. After all, he loved Ladybug already. But the cute designer wouldn't leave his mind, not even after he finally managed to sleep. Yeah, they'd be just friends.

#adrien augreste

[futurewriter2000]

Almost perfect ~ pt. 5

A/N: Okay so I am finished with part 5. Thank God because I am working on this Sirius fic and it’s really good but I can’t find the motivation to finish it so please help a bit. ALSO hope you like this part and enjoy.

WARNING: I haven’t read it through so sorry if some sentances don’t make sense. And yes...Sirius will come soon.

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So maybe being a Muggle was harder than you thought. You have not obliviated only your coworker’s mind four times for using magic, but also someone’s who is more important.

“ In my defense, he was being a total, irresponsible, selfish son of a bitch.” you defended yourself as Charles kept dragging you through the streets of England. “ He was pushy and bossy.”

“He’s your boss. He’s supposed to be pushy and bossy.” he stopped and turned around, glaring at you. “ This is the fourth Muggle job I got you. I don’t know what else to do.” he huffed and sat on the closest bench he could find, throwing his head into his palms.

“ And I’m thankful for what you did but-but-” you seemed to have lost your words.

“ Can’t keep your piehole shut.” he looked at you and couldn’t help himself but to chuckle a little to his own comment.

“ Yes, exactly. I won’t stand quietly anymore. To anyone.” you spoke fiercely and he stood up, taking your hand and slowly walking backward.

“ Come on.” he gave you a wonderful kind of smile that only made you want to melt.

“ Where?” you quirked an eyebrow but followed him anyway.

“ You’ll see.”

---

Oh, you saw alright. You saw an enormous building with many people dressed in robes and funky hats, serious expressions and papers flying everywhere.

He kept standing there like some kind of Greek statue, grinning. “ No.” you simply said and turned around to leave but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

“You don’t even know what the job is.” he chuckled and dragged you with him.

“ It probably sucks.” you quickly commented, following him with a frown.

“ Oh, you’d think.” he chuckled again and you found it really annoying by now.

The two of you walked over the whole Ministry of Magic, which was so much bigger than you ever imagined. " So. Many. Wizards." you smiled, watching some wizards running down the hall, others walking slowly with upright posture and judgmental eyed and few wizards in funky clothing, walking with big smiles on their faces.

" And you said no." Charles commented and pulled you into an office. Not just any office but the office of famous Bartemious Crouch, the Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement. " Mr. Crouch."

" Yes, Charles." he spoke monotone and cold, not even looking up at the man as his eyes were stuck on the stack of papers.

"I have brought you a perfect person for the job." Charles grinned and you eyed him.

Barty glanced up from his paper, to you then to Charles. He fixed his posture and lifted his head high. He stared, observing you from head to toe. "Miss (Y/n) (y/l/n). " he simpered and stood up from his seat.

"Bartemius Crouch Senior." you returned a smile, offering him a hand. "An honor to finally meet you."

" Likewise Miss (y/n). Your father was a great, fascinating man." he smiled widely which seemed odd to both you and Charles. "So, shall we chat."

----

"I cannot BELIEVE I got the job!" you jumped around Charles. "Field agent (y/l/n)." you joked around, causing Charles to chuckle beside you.

" You are in the same department as me. You're not a field agent." he continued to chuckle to which you only playfully punched.

"Stop ruining the excitement." you laughed, punching him one more time.

"Hey, I got you the job."

"And thank you, thank you, thank you so much for it." you smiled jumped in his embrace, hugging him tightly.

But it hurt. As much as he thought it wouldn't, it hurt. It hurt James to see you in someone else's arms. It hurt seeing you this happy with someone else and not him.

" We're going to be partners." you smiled and pulled away. You started walking backward, jumpy from the excitement that you didn't even know who you bumped into.

You turned around, ready to apologize but the second your eyes landed on his, your heart jumped to your throat.

Of course. How could you forget that the person you loved, the person who you were supposed to marry and the person who broke your heart and soul, was now working at the same place as you, as an Auror.

"Hey." his voice was quiet yet with a sharp tone.

" James." you nodded before backing away to Charles and taking his hand. James' eyes glanced at your holding hands and before you knew it you were pulling Charles away from James. You were running away from him.

When the two of you got out, Charles let go of your hand and said. " (y/n)." he spoke worriedly.

But you couldn't. Your heart was beating so fast right now. Your chest was overweight by anxiety, your lungs giving up while your knees giving in.

"I'm fine." you panted, feeling the whole storm inside of you calm down. You fixed your posture, looking back at Charles. "I'm fine. Just trauma." you joked around and walked to Charles with a smile.

" (y/n)." he spoke again, this time clearer and holding on to his wrist.

You glanced down and saw a purple-blue print of your grip. You gasped, putting your hand over your mouth. "Oh my God, Charles. I'm so sorry." you took a hold of his hand. "I-I-"

He put his hand under your chin and moved your gaze away from his wrists. Brushing a tear that you didn't know you shed with his finger, he looked deeply into your eyes and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "What did he do to you?"

You let out another tear, a tear you know knew it was there. "He-uhm-he-" you started to sob a bit, sniffing but trying to keep it together. "He broke me."

---

“ How are you feeling?” asked Charles as he continued to watch you eat your favorite flavored ice cream.

“ Better. “ you muffled as you put another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. “ Can’t believe you took me for an ice cream.” you smiled, licking the spoon and scraping the melted bits of ice cream that was left.

He chuckled the famous chuckle, running his hands through his dense hair and smiling. “ Well, it works, doesn’t it? ”

You bit the plastic pink spoon and kept looking at him, smirking. “ Yeah, but we better not tell Kat or she would kill us both.”

“ Don’t have to tell me twice.”

---

“ So...” Kat stared after you explained the whole day to her. “ You didn’t kick him in the balls?”

“ Kat!” you laughed, throwing the pistachio at her head.

“ I’m just saying if I saw my ex, I’d kick him in the balls.” she took the pistachio that hit her head and ate it. “ Hell, if he’d sleep with my best friend I’d cut it off. That way he couldn’t shag and make babies with her.”

You stared at her, not believing what she was saying. But as much as you wanted to be serious right now, you couldn’t help yourself but laugh. “ You’re not serious?”

“ Oh, I’m dead serious. And if you had Charles next to you, you should have snogged him right there, in front of him.” she continued, getting up and pouring herself a cup of tea.

“ And lose my job right there. Yes, I don’t think so.”

“ But would you?” she asked, walking back and placing tea in front of her.

“ Would I kiss Charles?” you quirked an eyebrow at her.

“ Yes.” she said and started to spin the tea bag.” I mean would you want to be with him-”

“ Kat..”

“ I mean just give him a chance-”

“ Kat, I won’t-”

“ He dated my neighbor and she said he’s got a big-”

“Oh my god! Stop!”

“ He’s funny and nice, annoying to me but girls find that attractive.”

“ I can’t believe you’re trying to set me up with your brother.”

“ Why not?”

“ Because it’d be weird and I don’t like him that way. “ you got up from your seat and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of tea as well. “ It wouldn’t be fair to him when I clearly haven’t moved on from James.”

But if only fairness was the case here. Which wasn’t because the next time you saw James Potter was quicker then anybody expected.

It was a wonderful day and all three of you, Kat, Charles and yourself, decided to go on a trip. Charles kept trying to convince the two of you to go with him to Godric’s Hollow. Both you and Kat had plans but he promised a good time and as much as you hated to admit, you all had a good time.

“ If you dare take (y/n) to that creepy old witch you took me to last year, I will kick your arse.” Kat glared at her brother and wrapped her arm around yours.

“ I’d like to see you try little sis.” Charles laughed and kept walking forwards.

But as all of you passed by a store, your eyes locked with the chest inside of it and you quickly turned around and pulled Kat with you. “ Come on!” you beamed and grabbed Charles arms as well.

“ Noo!” they both groaned in unison and walked after you.

It was an antique shop and as much as you wanted to pass it by, you couldn’t. So many things kept drawing your attention to them and you couldn’t help yourself but think of re-decorating your apartment.

“ What a fancy lamp!” you ran to it and turned it on. Off. On. Off. On. Off.

“ Look at this!” Kat shouted and raised a porcelain doll, making Charles jump behind you. “ I’m going to get you Charlie.” she smiled, in a girly, spooky voice.

“ That is not funny.” Charles spoke seriously, making both of you giggle. “ Throw that away.”

“ Oh look.  An odd clock thingy.” you smiled and walked over, leaving the siblings to bicker about the doll. You bent down and observed the stick to move left and right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left-

“ (y/n)?” you jumped at the mention of your name and turned around.

“ James? What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, backing away from him.

“ I live here.” he replied and kept looking at you.

“ Oh..” you mumbled and turned your eyes away from him for a second.

“ Uhm..how are you?” he asked and you heard yourself snort.

“ Really, James? Again with those questions? I’m fabulous. How are your wife and your kid? Having a happy life are we?” you spoke with arrogance.

His gaze turned into a glare and his smile turned into a frown. “ Yes. Yes, I am. How are you? Still living in the past, pouting and trying to move on from me?” he spoke in the same tone of arrogance as you.

“ Well, soooORY! Guess I should get engaged with Sirius and then sleep with Remus and have a baby with him to be happy like you.” you retorded back.

“ Leave Sirius and Remus out of this!”

“ Oh, did you leave them out of this when you told them to lie for you!”

“ What do you want me to say, huh (y/n)! You want me to say sorry?! Because I did that already! What else did you want me to do!”

“ I want you to prove it.” you replied, lowering your voice.

“ I told you I can beg on my knees for you to forgive me.” he stared at you and you glared back.

“ And here you are. Standing up.” you replied harshly, shutting him up. He didn’t say a word but to just stand there and look at you. “ So? Do you have some knee injury or something?”

“ I will not get on my knees and-and-”

“ And beg for my forgiveness like you said so. Yeah, I know because of guys like you James... they will always choose pride over everything. And girls like Lilly, they will always be cowards and hide.” you spoke harshly, not regretting a single word you said.

Because you were right. You knew she was there, in the shop. You definitely knew she was there and that she kept hearing everything the two of you argued. She was just ashamed of showing her face in front of you and as much as you hated it...you loved it. You loved having that sort of power.

“ You don’t get to speak of my wife like that.” he growled at you.

“ Oh, the wife you married because she got pregnant with your baby. That wife?” you replied and he kept his mouth shut, trying to argue back but you cut him off first. “ If I will ever be so thankful for, James will be that I did n’t get to marry a selfish, arrogant, egotistic, prideful and self-observed prick like you.” you spat out.

“ And if I will ever be so thankful for, (y/n), will be that I didn’t get to marry a childish, petty, spoiled, self-pity bitch like you.” he spat out as well. “ Hope you got some closure.”

You felt yourself full of anger at the moment. You hated yourself for letting a guy like James trigger so much fury inside of you. And the words Kat spoke to you not long ago were the only solution for this situation. So without any more doubt, your fist flew across his face and as he grabbed his nose, you took the opportunity to knee him in the balls.

He let out groans of pain, getting on his knees and crying.

“ Looks like you CAN go on your knees.” you smirked, walking back to your friends as they stared in shock.

Kat’s mouth curved into a wide smile and she kept moving her eyes to Charles. Confused at first, you took the hint and grabbed Charles by the collar, pulling him into a long passionate kiss, hands running through his dense hair as his kept gripping your waist. Kat beside the two of you capt clapping her hands excitedly as the two of you continued with the make out right in front of James eyes. 

Pulling away, you bit his lips and smiled. “ Now, I got closure.”

#james potter imagine #james potter x reader #James Potter #Sirius Black #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #Remus Lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black imagine #Marauders #the marauders #marauders era #marauders imagine #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew imagine

[senpai-saeyoung]

Seoul: Three, two, one!

1st chapter of Seoul: Become Human

CHAPTER 1

LOCATION: Dance Room

"5,4,3,2,1..." Your friend, Hobi said. The both of you finished the dance with sweats drenching on the both of your clothes.

Jung Hoseok also known as J-Hope, Hope, Sunshine, and Hobi. He is your friend and also dance partner. He's very talented in dancing and rapping. Hoseok is also known as The Dancing Machine in Seoul. Besides that, he's known for his outgoing persona and a very happy one.

"Finally we finish doing our dance!" You exclaimed, wiping the sweats on your face.

The dance you and Hoseok practice was just for fun. It wasn't for the dance number, well there's no dance number to begin with. Both of you just have a passion for dance which is one of the reasons the two of you easily became close friends.

"Yep! I was quite satisfied. But we have to improve it in our next meeting though." Hobi stated as you drink a bottle of water.

After drinking, you sit on the wooden floor, leaning your back on the mirrored wall. Hobi sat beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"So Y/n... I was wondering if we could grab a coffee tomorrow?" He asked..

There was a moment of silence. Your cheeks started to burn as you felt yourself getting flustered.

"A-are you asking me on a da-" before you could finish your sentence, a panicked Hoseok cut you off.

"W-what? N-no! I-I mean I would have no problem to date you, you're actually kind and beautiful - wait! Fvck! Did I just-" He started to ramble.

You started to burst in laughter. He stopped rambling, his cheeks were very red.

"Don't worry, Hobi. I totally get what you mean." You said in between laughs. You started to get your things.

Hoseok stood up, packing his things also. "So umm... Let's meet at around 8? I have dance lessons to teach at 9." He stated, grabbing his bag.

We started to walk to the exit of the building. As you reach the exit you stopped.

"Oh wait! I'm so sorry, Hobi. But I remember that I can't come. I have work tomorrow at the PD..." You trailed off.

Hobi gave you a sad smile. "Don't worry about it. There's always next time."

His smile is so infectious that it made you smile back. "Okay. Next time it's on me."

•••

It was already past 10. There weren't any stars at the sky. The street lights were the only thing that keeps your from the dark.

You're walking for almost 20 minutes. Then you see a familiar baby blue colored house. Which is your house.

You were the only one who lived in the house. Your mother died, you father abandoned you, and your brother? He's nowhere to be found. He was missing a year ago and was never found. A lot of people tell you that he's probably dead, but you. You still have hope.

As you were walking near to your house, you notice the house next to yours has a light on. Weird. The owner of that place left years ago. You thought.

You finally reached the porch of your house. Yet your heart starts beating faster for no reason. Something's not right. That's what your gut felt.

You slowly opened the door as you entered. You closed the door, then open the lights.

"Huh?"

Nothing suspicious as you were greeted by the living room. The things where on the spot when you leave earlier. Damn I hate my guts for scaring me.

You left your bag on the couch. You yawned, feeling sleepy. But before that, you crave for food.

Walking to the kitchen, you saw spots of blue liquid on the floor, trailing to the kitchen.

"What the frickity frack..." You trailed off, slowly following the trail.

.

.

.

"HOLY CHEESE BALLS!" You yelled, freaking out.

You saw a mint haired male. Laying on the kitchen floor with blue liquid all over him. Well not literally over him but it's like blood? But it's blue?

You slowly walked over to him, crouching beside him to get a closed look. You poked the body.

"Huh? No reaction? Is this guy dead? Am I going to be framed for murder?" You started to panic. But then you realize that's not important, what's important is to save this human being in a critical condition right now.

You noticed he has bruises and wounds all over him, the blue liquid coming out of his wounds. Just like blood.

"But wouldn't that be red because of the oxygen?" You muttered to yourself.

Strange... What matters is that you're going to save this human being...

But the question is... Is he a human though?

•••

You lay the stranger on your bed. As you clean his wounds you notice that it has some wirings.

Is he like a robot?

As you continue to clean, his body suddenly jolted to sit on the bed. Making you scream in fear. But the robot just gives a a death glare which immediately silence you up.

"A-are you a robot?" You asked slowly and softly, almost inaudible. You sat back on the bed beside him or should I say it.

He gives you an annoyed face. "What? No! I'm an Android. Robots and androids are totally different you idiot." He answered, his voice was raspy and the way talks is always in a slur. Like he's always drunk.

You ignored the insult. "Well what's the difference between them?"

"Physical appearance, dumbass. An Android looks human and a robot doesn't seem human." He said in a 'duh' tone.

Clearly annoyed by his attitude, you roll your eyes. "Why are you in my house? And why are you so rude? Could you at least be thankful for me helping you?" Your anger was slowly rising.

He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry... It's just my stress level is going high and I really need to calm down." He pauses then looks at you. "But I really do appreciate your kindness. Really." His tone was very sincere, very human like. "But please don't tell anyone about me being an Android..."

You stared at him. The android was quite handsome, not going to lie. He has a mint hair which compliments his pale skin. The more you look at him, the more you notice his features. On his right temple, there's this circle that has an orange light that turns to blue light running like a loading sign you see in computer.

You coughed then pointed the circle thingy.

He stands up and walk towards your mirror. You followed behind him. He touched the circle on his temple.

"What's that? And could you please tell me what's going on?" You curiously asked.

"I'll explain everything tomorrow." He turns to look at you. "Right now I need to gain some energy." He goes back to your bed, and sat on it.

"Like sleeping?" You followed.

"Mhmm."

You nodded. "Well go get some rest. If you need me, I'll be downstairs, on the couch." You walk your way towards your door, opening it, so you can exit. Before you can close it he said;

"Yoongi."

You turn to look at him who's already starting at you. You notice the circle thingy on his temple was gone."Umm what?"

"Yoongi, Min Yoongi." He introduced himself.

You gave him a smile. "Well I'm Y/n, F/n. You should probably rest." You said.

He nodded. And with that you leave the room.

•••

LOCATION: BigHit Headquarters

People in lab coats rushed in the lab. They were in a hurry, doing there work faster than ever. With files on their hands. They seem excited for some reason. Lots of murmurs in the lab.

The worker with highest rank gave orders to the other workers. Workers called her 'madam'.

All of them went to their newest work and claimed to be 'the best they've ever done' android.

"Now let's power it on!" She demand, strictness laced in her voice.

Workers rushed to help each other to power the latest Android. The android was on a bed, and is strapped.

Some workers pulled off the strap and put the android in a standing position.

"Status?" The madam asked to the assistant.

The assistant looks at her tablet to see that status of the Android. "Starting 0701 model in..."

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The android opened its eyes, then looks at the surroundings, gathering information. Then it smiled.

END OF CHAPTER 1

Author's note:

So far, what do u think?

Y/n = your name

F/n = full name

N/n = nickname

L/n = last name

Plot /•/ Next Chapter

#bts #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts x reader #bangtan #bangtansonyeondan #yandere #yandere bts #yandere x reader #yandere bts x reader #suga #bts v #rap monster #rapmon #min yoongi #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #park jimin #possessive #obsessive #thrill #romance #y/n

[aquilamage]

guess! who! wrote! fic!

So this is a random snippet of a ‘scene’ I had floating around in my head and really liked, so wrote it out. It’s an au in a scenario where some events congruent to canon happened, but I haven’t thought out every little detail. Basically they’re all late teens and grew up in the same area.

will end up being posted on my actual fic sites when I give it another lookthrough and a title, but I’m pretty happy with this as is so:

“So, are you finally going to tell me what it is we’re doing on the side of the road in the middle of the woods, at dusk?”

           Kay’s hair whirled around her as she turned, the brightness of her grin barely visible as a flash of a reflection of the fading light. “We’re enacting a sacred tradition, and since we’re friends now, it only seemed fair to invite you along.”

           “And I am all for bonding, but could it not be a bit less…this?” Klavier spread his arms out to encompass the expanse of trees, the mud they were definitely already tracking around, the background of insect noises which had only just begun in full force.

           “I told you to wear sturdy shoes.” She shrugged, stomping one of her heavy boots on the edge of the asphalt in emphasis.

           He had, or at least an older pair of sneakers that he had decided we alright potentially being ruined when they had told him to be ready for an “excursion”. But that wasn’t really the point. The point was that whatever this was supposed to be, it seemed to him that it could at least have happened under slightly less suspicious circumstances. A small grin, and then, “you aren’t planning on hazing me, are you?”

           Kay gasped, a hand clutching the fabric of her shirt, although her eyes held the same warmth as before. “Of course not. Right?” Gaze shooting to a spot behind him, she winked.

           “Yeah. Hazing would suggest that our friendship is congru- contingent on you doing this. Which it isn’t.” Shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, Sebastian kicked at some loose stones. “You can leave if you want. We just thought you might enjoy being a part of it.” Shaking his head to move his bangs out of his face, he added, “It’s getting into trouble, but we’re not breaking any rules or anything.”

           “Yeah,” Kay waved it off, verbally and physically as she flapped a hand through the air. “Nothing like where there’d be real consequences. Honestly, this has to be one of the least messy kinds of trouble I ever get into.” She flashed another grin before jumping from where she stood, bounding over the ditch that separated the road from the trees. Her landing was signaled by only the barest rustle of leaves, despite the mid-autumn carpet of dry ones everywhere. “Probably why my dads let me keep doing it even with the complaints.”

           “Now that hardly makes you sound reassuring, Fraulein.”

           She shrugged. “It’s only because we’re annoying people who are irritated by us merely existing. Trust me, they kind of deserve it.”

           “Very well.” Casting about for a safe spot to cross, he noticed that he was now the only one on that side. At the frown he made, the other two burst into laughter.

           “It’s not actually that far. Or so deep you can’t walk through it. Someone’s just a show-off.”

           Kay stuck her tongue out at him.

           When Sebastian did an exaggerated version of her pose, Klavier mentally shook his head and ignored them, at least for long enough to pick his way across the gap with the minimum amount of getting mud or grass on his pants as possible. At that point, he was greeted with the sight of his friends trading increasingly obnoxious faces. He looked between the two of them. Seeing this type of childishly familiar interaction still continued to confound him; he had known Sebastian, albeit not that well until recently, for several years, so he knew that Kay had only met him a little under a year ago. And even with that, he still had to occasionally remind himself that they weren’t actually fraternal siblings.

He stood there watching them for a bit. But quickly realizing that they weren’t responding to his mere presence, he stepped between them, breaking the line of sight. “So, where to now?” He gave one of his dazzling smiles.

           Kay was the first to recover. “This way.” She gave a sweep of the arm, bowing deeply.

           There followed a good ten minutes of tromping through the woods until Sebastian called them to a halt, switching off the flashlights they had brought. Ahead, the trees quickly thinned out into a clearing.

           Poking his head forward in the space between the other two, Klavier stared out into the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out a sizeable expanse of land that gave way to the back side of a massive house. Other than a few windows, the main source of illumination came from a light attached to the roof that was pointed mostly towards the far-left side. While it almost cast more shadows than anything else, it seemed to show that the main portion of the back yard was covered in a network of gardens and some combination of benches and or statues.

           “Is that a waterfall?” Klavier pointed at the edge of the pool of light, where a sizeable pond sat, the surface disturbed by a cascade of water coming from a hill to one shore.

           Kay snorted. “I know, right? You’re not even allowed to swim in there. It’s reserved for ‘spiritual cleansing’ and ‘meditation training’ and junk like that.” She made finger quotes as she spoke, rolling her eyes.

           “The head of household is super stuffy, if you’d believe it.”

           “Never would have guessed,” he drawled as he scanned the area for anything he might have missed. “And we are here for what, exactly?”

           At this, Kay brightened even more, were it possible. “We,” she placed her hands on her hips, legs firmly planted, “are on a mission.” Her voice dropped lower than it usually was. “A rescue mission. Within the walls of this manor lives the grandest princess in all the land, condemned to waste her life away, alone, by those who have cruelly imprisoned her. But!” Stepping sideways and dramatically throwing out an arm to point in the direction of the house, she gave a smirk. “No longer! For the Great Thief has come to steal this lovely maiden away, flying off without a trace into the dark sky of the evening!”

           “…We’re sneaking her girlfriend out of the house to visit for the weekend,” Sebastian supplied, barely concealing a grin at Klavier’s bemusement.

           Kay wilted. “Seb, no.” She crossed her arms, settling her weight more on her back leg as she regarded him. “The Great Thief has recruited a pair of bards to assist her on this most perilous mission, to share in the glory and sing in her accolades, and this is the thanks they give her? Such betrayal.” Clutching at her heart with both hands, she fell to her knees in a mock expression of agony.

           Now standing over her as she literally sprawled out on the ground, Klavier spared Kay a glance longer before he turned to Sebastian. He raised an eyebrow. “And you don’t enjoy this? It seems like fun enough.”

           He shrugged, staring off into the distance. “Oh, I do. I just don’t need a fantasy version to make it interesting” The biggest mischievous grin Klavier had seen bloomed on his face. “Even though her mother is completely fine with her being with us, it’s just because her aunt’s technically in charge when she’s gone and doesn’t like us. I mean, she almost never cares about what Maya does otherwise; she gets so upset about this specifically though, it’s great.”

           Klavier didn’t notice that he had been staring for a moment, until Kay, who had sprung back up, clapped him on the back and motioned for them to follow her. He was glad to have the guidance, since even in the light there was, they had to keep their gaze down to avoid stepping off the stone pathways and tripping over something or another. Finally, they stopped behind a larger bush situated just next to the house itself.

Kay pointed at a second-floor window just to the side of where they stood. “That’s our target. See the bench over there? We drag that over and you guys give me a boost from there. I climb in the window, retrieve the lady, and off we go. Ready?”

Despite its heavy appearance, the bench moved with relatively little fuss by the three of them, although they did have to take care not to scrape it against any of the stepping stones embedded in the grass. Once it was positioned below the window, Kay directed the boys to step up before climbing up in the middle.

“So,” she said, seemingly unfazed by being practically squashed between the two of them, “if you can just get me up high enough to reach that ledge thingy, I’ll fly up the rest of the way! Stay out of sight until I get back, and we’ll be out in no time.”

It took a bit of maneuvering and a last-second aversion of an accident, but finally Kay was pushing off of them. Regaining his balance after the sudden loss of weight on him, Klavier looked up to see that she was true to her word, climbing the bumpy surface with only slightly more apparent difficulty than most people would a ladder.

“A woman of many talents, ja?”

Sebastian shook his head, smiling. “Something like that. Here, help me move this back.” As they picked up the bench, he added, “She practices rock climbing a lot. And on other buildings. She climbed through my window in the middle of the night a lot after she found out I was having trouble sleeping. Mr. Edgeworth actually gave her a house key to try to get her to stop, but she still does it some of the time.”

As they returned to their initial spot by the side of the house, Klavier gave him a soft smile. “Good.” When he received a confused tilt of the head and an otherwise mostly blank expression, he added, “That she wants to help you. I-“ A hand went up to run through his hair. He suddenly wished he’d brought his sunglasses after all (which he hadn’t because it was dark out when they left and that would just be ridiculous, even for him).

“I feel bad about not being as much a friend as I should have been, in the past, and…” A sigh. “At least now you have other people too, ja?”

“I guess.” He raised his shoulders as he spoke, accompanied by a shake of the head that it seemed unclear whether he was aware of. “But there’s nothing for you to apologize for. I mean, I was, well…you know. I wouldn’t blame you guys if you never wanted anything to do with me.”

Klavier paused his instinctual motion to comfort halfway there. “May I?” he ventured. When he received a nod, he gently placed a hand over one of Sebastian’s. “Those were quite different circumstances. And nothing changes the fact that you deserve to have good people in your life.” In a lighter tone, he added, “Besides, would we be here doing this now if we didn’t want to be your friends?”

A sniffle. “I guess not, huh?” Sebastian ducked his head, but the tension in his body had lessened significantly.

Satisfied, he smiled to himself and opened his mouth to add something else, but was interrupted by a shriek.

---

           Kay pulled herself up the final few inches to be level with the window. A quick pattern of taps against the glass, and it slid open almost instantly. Climbing inside, she sat against the windowsill. “Well, I appreciate the assistance. But,” she struck a pose, staring down the standing girl in the middle of the room, “I do hope you realize you just let in a thief.”

           “You’re lost then. The exhibit area’s downstairs.”

           She flipped her scarf over her shoulder. “Oh, but I am here to steal something far more valuable than that. I am here for...your heart!”

           At this, Maya’s serious expression broke. “And that’s where you’re wrong again.” Arms crossed over her chest, she grinned. “You can’t steal what’s freely given.”

           Kay started. Stumbling forward as she tripped over her own legs, she finally made her way over the other, flushed and stuttering.

           Maya giggled. “You’re adorable,” she said, stepping up on her toes to press a kiss to Kay’s cheek.

           “Yeah, well, so are you,” she mumbled under her breath. Then, after a minute of looking around to compose herself, she added, much more audibly, “Where’s Pearly?”

           “Not coming this time. Said she had too much to work on, and Athena’s…” She trailed off as she struggled not to burst into laughter as Kay had immediately started to search for the girl, first by opening the wardrobe, and then by crawling under the bed.

           Kay dragged herself out, beaming as she stood back up and made her way over to her girlfriend. She wrapped her arms around her, tilting her chin so that her head rested on top of Maya’s. A content sigh as she melted into the embrace.

           They both probably would have stayed there for hours, quiet revelry in each other’s warmth and the way they could rest against each other so comfortably, all that time spent figuring out the exact way to hold each other so they fitted together perfectly paying off more than they could have imagined. Kay had just reached a hand up to run fingers through Maya’s hair, though, when she caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye.

           She let out a squeak, turning sharply to face what turned out to be the door, open enough of a crack to show the form of a woman frozen halfway inside.

           “Hi…sis…” Maya’s voice came out muffled. With a little effort, she extricated herself from her still-shocked girlfriend’s grasp enough so that her face wasn’t pressed into her. “What are you…”

           Mia lifted an arm to show what she had been carrying. “You left your jacket downstairs, and it would hardly be responsible of me to let you go out tonight without one.” Pushing the door shut with only the softest of clicks, she made her way over to the two of them. “I know you’re quite attached, but if I may borrow my sister for a moment.”

           Kay stared at her before realizing that she still had her arms firmly around Maya’s waist. “Right!” She released her and took a good couple of steps back, to give them space.

           Holding up the jacket, Mia nodded her head. As Maya lifted her arms, she went about the motions of sliding the jacket on over her pajamas, a warm smile appearing in her eyes. She tugged down on the edges before carefully zipping it up.

           “Sis, I’m plenty old enough to do this by myself,” she groaned, staring off at a spot on the wall.

           Giving the zipper a final tug, she chuckled. Putting a hand each on the sides of Maya’s face, she held her still long enough to kiss her forehead. “Exactly. You’re growing up so fast. It’s like yesterday you were a baby and now I’m here embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend.”

           Maya’s only response was to stick her tongue out and yank the hood of her jacket up over the top of her face.

           As if remembering her presence, she took that opportunity to levy a glance in Kay’s direction. “And I can be confident that she will take care of my baby sister, correct?”

Mia was only an inch or two taller than her sister, but her stare still made Kay feel as though she was the one having to look up to make eye contact. Her mouth seemed to have stopped working, so she settled for vigorously nodding instead.

“Good.” She fluffed up Maya’s hair with one hand. “I can handle Aunt Morgan as long as you’re back by-“

“MOTHER!”

“Aw shit,” Kay breathed, lunging for the bag that sat by the edge of the bed. “Time to go.” Sticking her head out the window, she cringed as she noticed a figure in white dashing away from the area under the window.

“Busted?” The whisper came from behind her as Maya attempted to get a view as well.

“Dahlia.”

She slapped her hands on the windowsill. “Ugh.” Wriggling her way so she was also partially out the window, she cupped her hands around her mouth. “Time to go, boys!” She tried to wave at the two as they appeared from behind a bush, but found that the spot was just a little to tight to let her actually move from how she was.

A sigh from inside the room. “You’re going to get stuck if you keep that up, and I’m not going to be able to delay them that long.” With a gentle but firm grip, Mia tugged the two of them out from the frame. “Go on,” she waved at Kay.

She gave a single nod. The bag was unceremoniously dropped out the window seconds before she began climbing out of it herself.

Mia gave her sister one last hug before making her way to the other side of the door. “Have fun, be good. Chair under the handle, I can stall easier that way.” A smile, and then she was gone.

Wasting no time in doing so, Maya dashed back to the window, under which the other three were standing. She managed to maneuver her way out and hanging off the ledge with only a little trouble, and at Kay’s signal, let herself drop down.

The landing wasn’t as comfortable as it could have been, finding herself in a tangle of limbs, mostly on Sebastian with Kay still half-hanging on to where she’d caught her legs, but nothing broken, nothing bruised. She grinned at the unfamiliar blonde half-crouched to one side of them. “Hi!”

           He simply frowned, looking over at something behind them. “Nice to meet you, Fraulein, but perhaps later? It seems we have some attention.”

There were in fact a lot of lights on in the house now, and shouts could be heard from inside.

           Kay took Maya’s hand and pulled her up, starting at a run as soon as she was on her feet. Both of them be laughing as they went, picking their way back through the maze of landscaping.

Behind them, Klavier hesitated as he scanned the grounds. The girls had retreated enough in the moments longer it had taken him to get to his feet that he couldn’t quite follow their movements, and there were so many winding paths of garden, even with the lights from inside he-

           His problem was easily solved as Sebastian skidded to a halt close enough to almost knock into him. “May I?” He held out his hand.

Klavier began to hesitantly raise his own to take it when there was a much louder exclamation. A woman appeared from the side of the house, holding up a flashlight and shouting Maya’s name, among other things that his mind wasn’t bothering to process right now, apparently.

At this point, Sebastian grabbed onto his arm and began absolutely booking it towards the trees. Practiced motions wound through the obstacles with ease even in the dark, accompanied by a pace that had them out on open grass in minutes.

It was hardly fair, Klavier thought, that even though he was barely shorter he was still being pulled along behind Sebastian a little, adrenaline being the main factor that had him keeping pace. Well, that and the little breathless laughs that he could occasionally hear over the rustle of leaves and the girls’ laughs and whoops ahead of them.

They skidded to a halt just inside the tree line. Klavier had just slid his arm out of Sebastian’s grip in time to dodge away from Kay barreling towards him.

She let out an “I’m gonna hug you ok,” so fast the words mushed together. A second’s pause right in front of him with her arms held out. When he nodded, she practically flung herself at him, the force of it lifting him off his feet. Kay went with it though, using the motion to spin Sebastian around. “That was awesome!”

“Yeah!” Maya’s volume was a little too high for comfort considering she was almost right next to Klavier, who was still trying to recover. She gave him as good a look-over as she could in the near-complete darkness. “You want burgers? I could go for a burger right now wow I am out of it right now. I’m Maya, by the way.” She held out a hand for a high-five.

“Klavier.”

Her flat hand managed to shift to a firm grip as she shook his hand when he moved to high-five her. “Nice.” Letting go, she circled behind the other two to retrieve her bag from where it had been dropped.

“Well then,” Kay, who had finally put Sebastian down, slung her arm over Klavier’s shoulder. “You have fun?”

He looked at her, grinning wildly and sweaty to the touch. Then over to Maya, dirt streaked across her face and hands (he faintly recalled seeing her stumble before). And Sebastian, looking ruffled but more importantly with another of those genuine smiles which Klavier was pretty sure he’d seen more of during this evening than ever before. They were debating about going out versus heading back to Kay’s, but exhaustion setting in kept him from really paying it much mind. He took a breath, his heartbeat only just settling down from something he could actively feel and the fall chill starting to register again.

“Ja,” He turned back to Kay, a mirror of her smile blooming on his own face. “I did.”

#Ace Attorney #Kay Faraday #Maya Fey #Sebastian Debeste #Klavier Gavin #farafey #i think that's what their pairing name is but its so rare someone please correct me if its not #also brief appearances by/mentions of most of the rest of the Feys #fanfiction #my writing #also in case readmore doesn't work on whatever format #long post

[parkerspicedlatte]

Taking Peter to Canada's Wonderland (roller coaster park)

So I wanted to do one with Peter and Reader at an amusement park but like the only one I've ever been to was Canada's Wonderland so yeah, there's nothing wrong with other places like Disney land or six flags. I just have no idea what's there. Anyways here it is...

Of course the first thing he wanted to do was “take a selfie in front of the dinosaur statue thingy”

Him not realizing that the dino was electronic and moved it’s head and stuff so when it turned and roared midselfie Peter jumped and screamed like a 12 year old little girl

Laughing your ass off because you were anticipating it happening

His reaction was better then you could have dreamed of

“Why didn’t you tell me it did that! I didn’t bring any extra underwear. Stop laughing!”

Then laughing your asses off at the photo he took he it roared

Dragging him to the medieval gates on the right

“Kay so we’re going to do Nightmares then well do Dragon’s Fire to start us off. By then you’ll be warmed up for the Leviathan.”

Nightmare? No problem. It just spins you around in a cage and you get pressed against the bars.

Dragon’s Fire? Definitely a level up, he loved to loop-de-loops.

Now, the Leviathan, that one has biggest drop (306 feet) in the whole park

Thankfully there wasn’t a whole wack of people like there usually is, so Peter didn’t have enough time to chicken out

As the ride started it’s way up to the big drop, he was quiet, suddenly questioning why he trusted you

“Hey, hey Pete it’s okay, just look at me. What ride do you want to try next?” you would ask to distract him

But oh boy, when that ride started to drop…

He screamed for the first half then closed his eyes and prayed for the rest

The whole time he had one hand holding onto the bar a the other clutching your hand

Towards the end he finally started to enjoy it

You couldn’t wait to see the pics the ride takes

“Ahaha you look like you’re going to die!”

“I felt like I was going to die.”

“Let’s do it again.”

“Yeah I don’t think so.”

“Fine then, we still need to take a picture in front of the Leviathan statue.”

“That one doesn’t move right???”

You guys make your way over to the other side of the park hitting as many rides as you could.

Wild Beast, Bat, The Fly..

Neither of you liked The Fly

“Oh man we gotta do Thunder Mountain and Vortex. You can’t not do those ones.”

“What’s the Guardian?”

“Oh it’s super cool, like a video game in a roller coater.”

So you guys did it too.

Your score didn’t even come close to his.

Poutine and Beaver Tails for lunch

“THIS is poutine?!?! This is amazing!”

“Peter this isn’t even that good of poutine. Wait till you try poutine from a BBQ restaurant or something.”

By early afternoon it was getting kind of hot so you guys decided to spend some time at the water park

“Nice swim trunks dork. Where did you even find them?”

He struck a pose or two in his Spidey bathing suit

“Did those come with matching arm floaties?”

He just stuck his tongue out #realmaturepeter

Having races up the steps to the waterslides

Insisting to the life guards that you both had to go down at the same time

“Haha I beat you.”

“No fair. I demand a re-match.”

“Hey those ones have tubes to ride down in!”

This is literately what went down for hours

“Come on the park closes at 10, we gotta keep moving if we want to try more rides.”

Next was the Psyclone, Sledgehammer, Ghoster Coaster,  and finally the Behemoth

Jumping over the gates instead of weaving through all of them

“Oh come on, it’s fine. See look there’s nobody here.”

Getting yelled at by security anyways

“So I think that the Behemoth is my favourite so far.”

You guys ventured a bit just looking around

People watching while eating chocolate dipped ice-cream

“I’m getting a henna tattoo!”

“Me too!”

Getting matching tattoos of your choice

“Kay one more ride then we’ll go watch the light show, since you’re the guest why don’t you pick the last ride.”

You were not expecting him to pick the spinning teacups

But this boy had a secret

He’s mastered (from other fairs and carnivals) how to lean just right to make the teacups spin impossibly fast

And that’s exactly what he did

“WE’RE GOING TO DIE!”

 His face was so red from laughing so hard

You looked like you were going to throw up from spinning to fast and he looked like he was going to throw up from laughing too much

Your arms we’re clutching each side, knuckles white from holding on so tight

Peter actually had to hold you up for a while after the ride was finished

Finally agreeing to ;et him give you piggy-back to the light show

Poor boy was starting to feel bad

So bad he bought funnel cake for the two of you to share

Cuddling into his side, watching the light and water show on the side of the giant faux mountain that stood in the middle of the park

Him wrapping an arm around your shoulders

“So that the guy over there would stop looking at you like that.” was his excuse

Not that you were complaining

“So do you think you want to do this again next year?”

“I think you should come to New York next year and let me be your tour guide for a few days.”

“Deal”

“Deal"

Thanks for reading let me know what you think or if you have a request

-xx Reetz <3

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[lifeafterten]

RtN 06: Kathmandu... Dude, Where am I?

Please note that everything from this point on is new as fuck to me. Walking down the steps as we got off the plane I felt... Cold as shit. Beneath my pull over I felt my skin prickle as I struggled to suppress a shiver. I breathed out slowly. It took me a while to recognize the wispy puffs as my breath in the cold night air.  Ah shit. Well, that’s a first. Lani smiled at me, her eyes glowing in her excitement despite the time (which was late), “We’re here!”

We certainly were. If the large “Welcome” sign with a Buddha statue was any indication. 

I felt my hand tighten around the duffel strap resting on my chest. Well Ashley, you managed to get your ass here. Now what? It was a valid question, but I assumed first order of business was to be where we needed to be.. and where we needed to be was where the crowd was.  Very fish-like... This whole “following-the-crowd” business. Very salmon-swimming-up-stream feel. Too many people. Too many bodies. Not enough room. Not enough air. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep quiet as I tried to keep my panic internal.  I’m successful. I was able stamp down the panic quickly and viciously-- feeling accomplished that I haven’t reached the sweating stage.

Going through customs was as nerve wracking as it was... nerve wracking. A plethora of To-Do’s popped in my noggin all at once. Making lists soothes me.

1. Turn in paperwork 2. Find baggage claim 3. Turn in more paperwork 4. Find transportation to Hotel 5. Try not to dwell on who the fuck we’re meeting up with.

Truthfully, 1-4 didn’t bother me nearly as much as 5 did. 1-4 was something I can gladly figure out, I’m good with necessity-- horrible at Humaning. We figured that Paul (Lani’s friend who had invited us on this little excursion) wasn’t going to make it. Sorta figured that part since Hong Kong-- The man went M.I.A for a tad, after apologizing profusely to Lani via WhatsApp.  Don’t know the man personally, but I’ve heard good things from just about everyone.  So this wasn’t a normal occurrence, according to Lani... and that’s all well and good, but that just leaves us with two of Paul’s friends Zach and Adrian. Don’t rightly know who is whom, which Lani finds hilarious that I didn’t correspond with either nor did I even get nosy enough to take a peek at their profile pictures on the WhatsApp group Paul started.  It’s not that I didn’t have an interest on who was coming, I just thought it best to meet people organically.  This generation puts way to much stock on digital meetings that it gets depressing.  And let’s face it-- I can be a little old fashioned sometimes. Despite my lack of digital interaction I was aware that Zach was the more socially active one, I can safely deduce this by the more consistent communication between him and Lani. Truthfully, I don’t think we heard much from Adrian. Hailing our first Nepal Taxi we packed our things in the trunk and slid across pleather seats.

I reached for my seat belt out of habit, because... you know, I like not dying and shit-- but turns out my motives for safety were for naught because this taxi did not have any. No seat belts.  Driver was on the right side. Driver was driving on the left side--Right side--Whatever fucking side he wanted. I was learning that the traffic signs and lanes and rules were more of a suggestion rather than an actual anything. And there were no seat belts. ... Yeah the seat belt thing kinda bothered me. After a few quick-- startlingly sharp-- turns we pull up to the side of the road next to a dark (of course it’s fucking dark, it’s night time) alley. Lani and I looked at eachother, I offered a small, tired smile. “The map did say we’d have to do a short walk to the hotel.” Again, I said this with a calm I did not feel. Feels like I’m gonna be doing that shit alot for the next couple weeks. We smiled politely and paid the man and slid our packs onto our shoulders, duffles and side bags strapped over our chests. “Hotel is not far. Everything okay.” Our taxi driver assured us in heavily accented English before driving away, and we stood on the street staring at the mouth of the alley in silence. I stood there in quiet contemplation.  It’s only a small walk, right? ... Through an unlit alley in a strange country. Just a couple of Guam girls frolicking through the unexplored streets of Nepal. At night. Strapped with every possession we have on our bodies. Passport. Funds. Livelihood. Whatever, right? I’m totally cool with it. ... I totally wasn’t cool with it. ”Welp,” I broke the silence with a jovial tone I once again did not feel and sallied forth, “Let’s get this show on the road.” It really was a short walk, but wandering through uncharted territory always make things feel longer. Our eyes wide to take in as much light as we could as we scanned through the poorly lit street.  We eventually made it to the hotel aptly named Hotel Buddha. It appeared brightly lit compared to the other shops surrounding it, deeming it an actual sight for sore eyes. I felt relief. One more thing to check off the list. I felt calmer knowing that the more things we check off my mental list, the more I felt on track.  I need structure. Too many things are out of my control in life-- I find the ones I can control precious. 

We were escorted to our room as quietly as you please (again, it was the middle of the night), every echo sounding like a shout. You can tell the room had been aired out briefly, but not long enough for the air still held that stale, stuffy feel. Like the air had just started circulating after a bout of stagnancy.  I didn’t take pictures of the room-- I’m shitty at documenting imagery. I’m usually too focused on experiencing with my own eyes and getting lost in my train of thought. But I found a picture that was close enough.

Disclaimer: it wasn’t as well lit. And the picture is way over produced to even touch the reality. This picture is...  more of a romanticized version of what our room was. Though the bed set up was accurate: crisp, white sheets complimented the bold colors of maroon and gold. The beds weren’t uncomfortable; the sheets were clean, there was running water and we weren’t exposed to the elements. Nothing to complain about. It was comfortable enough for me... Well, as comfortable as I could be in a strange room in a strange hotel in a strange place. Ah. There was that feeling small feeling again. I’d have shaken myself if I didn’t think I’d look even more crazy than I felt.  I managed to curb the urge. Just barely.

It wasn’t until I placed my bags onto my designated bed for the next few days when Lani with her phone in hand, decided to drop the bomb on me. “We’re meeting up with Zach and Adrian.” Oh shit. Now now now, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with these guys-- Just don’t know ‘em from Adam.  “--- think Adrian just landed an hour or so before us.” my friend kept on while I tried to quell my inner panic for what seemed like the millionth time since we fucking landed. 

I’m not good at meeting new people. I’d already decided on doing the generic cheek kiss thing, knowing if they touched my hands it’d be a dead giveaway that I was an anxious pile of shit.  “---Meeting up in about fifteen minutes, you cool with that? Is that enough time?” Goodness was she still talking? Damn what did she say? Using the power of deduction I’ve gathered that she meant that we were meeting up with them in about 15. I would assume they’re dropping by the hotel, I vaguely remember her saying something-- damn my half listening-- about them being at a bar. --- Wait. Bar. Bar means beer. I could use a beer. I nodded, “yeah, that’s more than enough time.” I was proud that my voice didn’t waver, but instead sounded calm and collected-- dare I say even nonchalant. Good job, Ashley. For not sounding like a little bitch.  Fake it ‘till you make it. That has become my mantra. I wasn’t going to change clothes, so I was pretty much ready... Didn’t really wear make up so I didn’t have anything to fix... So I used this time, instead, to mentally prepare. I’ve learned I had to do this a lot throughout the years. If I don’t, I usually give in to the urge to flee.  Probably not the best thing to do in a foreign place. At night. Did I mention I was in a foreign place? Lani and I found ourselves outside the hotel waiting for our new friends.  I’ve decided on friends, I’m trying out this whole open thing.  I’m not very good at it, but I’m trying. I heard a shout from down the road, two figures amongst other figures walking the street appeared to be making a beeline in our direction. I don’t know about you, but I thought it safe to assume they were who we were waiting for. I also thought it was safe to assume the one with his hands in the air literally waving it like he just don’t care was Zach.

(Disclaimer: Zach isn’t asian. Just happy. Happy to see us or happy in general, I’d guess the latter.) 

The duo got closer. One was smiling. One was not. I immediately deemed the smiling one as Zach, and the one making an attempt at a lip curl that wasn’t a snarl but not quite a smile either was Adrian.

I did my generic “nice to meet you” cheek kissy thingie that seem girls get away with, while Lani did her genuine smile and greetings-- I do envy that of her.   Zach and Lani got on well almost immediately, animated expressions and wide, toothy grins. Happy expressions; excited expressions. I don’t know what to make of Adrian. He makes the same faces I do. Limited. Although his expressions are more limited than mine-- like he’s had more practice. He’s hard to read. I don’t know if I like that much. We immediately start walking in search of a drinking establishment; apparently the bars close a bit early here. It became clear, very quickly, that we basically follow the crowd and the music. I’m hanging back a little bit-- not only because that’s just what I do, but because they’re all pretty tall so I had a wee bit of trouble keeping up with their long legged strides with my stumps I call legs.

We stumbled across a place we deemed the Ninja Turtle Bar, nothing overly creative on our part, really. We just saw a painted rendition of the turtles on the wall and deemed it so.  I heard the music before we entered the elevator, and I felt the music in my chest as we entered it.  As the doors opened we were met with strobe lights and a smokey atmosphere-- cigarettes or a smoke machine I could not tell you.  The music was loud. They were playing 90′s jams which normally I’d not mind if I didn’t feel every beat ricochet in my chest cavity. It was loud... Pretty smokey, we weren’t feeling the vibe so we got a shot in good faith and got the hell out of dodge.

So the first place didn’t work out. No big deal. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits. I think. Wasn’t sure about that Adrian dude, still can’t get a decent read.  Although we did exchange a look of affectionate indulgence when we witnessed Zach and Lani just living their best life. His for Zach, mine for Lani. At least we can agree that we were travelling with balls of sunshine personified.  Maybe I was glad that I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t that overtly cheerful.  Nothing wrong with being cheerful, just don’t think I could handle that much energy for long periods of time.  Shit. I just got tired thinking about it just now.

With positivity and willpower we found ourselves in a dessert cafe/bar. I know, weird combination, but it was quaint, quiet, and they had beer. I wasn’t going to complain. The staff were friendly and good natured. Zach made friends almost immediately. I’m thinking he does that everywhere he goes. I aspire to be a Zach one day. To be that open and free. I used to be at one point. I have a feeling I know what happened, but I don’t want my mind to go there. I’m on vacation dammit. And I’m negative enough as it is. I’ve never been so glad to see that Lani had poured me a glass of brew.  I plead the sip.

After a few (drinks or hours-- I can’t remember which) we collectively agreed it was time to turn in.  We bid the friendly staff a grinning goodnight-- err morning... whatever-- and stepped out into the street to make our way back to the hotel.

Before leaving earlier that night, the guards told Lani and I to just knock on the security grilles (those pull down shutter lookin’ thingies idfk what they’re called) when we want to be let back in.  Knock knock. Who’s there? We’re back. Welcome back. End scene.

We exchanged ‘good night’s and ‘see you in the morning’s with the boys and headed to our room. Lani was asleep almost immediately as I spent most of the night staring at the back of my eye lids for an hour, before giving up on sleep entirely and eventually opening them to watch the outside change from night to day and listen to the chickens crow signalling the start of a new day while my mind and body are still living yesterday. And the day before. TBC...

#blog #Road to Nepal Part 6 #life after ten #travel #Nepal #kathmandu

[b0blegum]

Always Have Been, Always Will Be (a request)

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: Idol!Wonho x Idol!Reader

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Status: Completed

Another requested one shot. This time, i really tried so hard combining the duet thingy with the fluffy scenes. I changed the plot too many times until i finally found this one. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as i enjoy writing this xo

The building you just stepped into was really crowded. A lot of people coming in and out. So many people wearing ID cards and so many teens wandered around in group– probably trainees.

These sights were one you can’t have in your company. Yours was a small one, newly founded, so not many people would want to risk their life to auditioned in such agency. So, how about you?

You didn’t actually really wanted to be an idol, but one day, a man who you often see sitting at the coffee shop next to your school, approached you and asked you for an auditioned. First, you ignored his offer, but then he approached you again after a month and a month later and another month later. He’d always ask why you didn’t show up at the auditions. So to shut him up (well this is kinda rude but you just didn’t feel like auditioning), you finally went into the private audition.

You remembered clearly about that day. It was raining and you didn’t bring an umbrella. All your hair and clothes were soaked in rain and your make up were all washed up. You spent almost an hour at the agency’s bathroom to did retouch and drying your hair with the hand-dryer and that resulting in you coming late into the audition. They told you that they’ve finished and that you should just come to the next audition.

Sighing you looked at your reflection through the glass door and thought that God maybe didn’t want you to be an idol. Until you heard someone at the back, saying your name and approached you.

“Come on, quick. We got 15 minutes to hear you sing.” He said before leading you into the already-emptied practice room.

It was 4MINUTE’s Crazy you were dancing to and yes, you were dancing it like crazy too. Your eyes changed right after the song started and you began to move like a beast until the very end of the song.

The judges, of course wouldn’t be expecting such beautifully crazy performance at an audition, but then there you were, astonishing them with just one song and made them shook their head while giving you a long ovation.

Okay, back to this building you currently at. It was home for a group called Monsta X. The rising boygroup who debuted through the show No.Mercy and why were you here?

“Wow, you’re… early.” You greeted the man in grey hoodie who just stopped whatever he was doing after he saw you coming in.

“You, too.” He smiled. “I came early because there’s a part I want to add to end the song.” He said, walking to the plugged in iPhone and played the song while you were taking off the coat and getting ready to join him.

The man started to spin and moved intensely following the song.

“You really want me to do that?” You asked after he was finished showing you that particular part. “You’re crazy, Wonho.” You shook your head and began to follow what he just did.

Your finger acted as if it was pulling up the length of the dress to reveal more of your thighs while you leaned back to him and swayed your hips to him. His hand would locked in your waist as well as his eyes on yours.

“How’s that?” You pushed away yourself from him. He tilted his head and smacked his lips.

“That’s great, but something’s still off.” He almost whispered. Without waiting for your answer, he began to dance to that part again and again until you suddenly began to join by walking flirtily and grabbed his waist while singing your part in Coming of Age by Park Ji Yoon.

“Arched back.” You ordered when you thought was the proper time for him to do that while you gesturing as if you’re grabbing the hair on the back of his head.

With his body still arched back, your fingertips were tapping his stomach up to his shoulder lightly until you grabbed the collar of his hoodie and pulled you closer to him. “How was that?” You asked while both of you still in that position.

“You’re crazier than me.” He chuckled as he tried to caught his breath.

Both of you were so caught up with the dance that none of you realised that all of Monsta X members were coming in one by one to watch you and Wonho’s little performance.

“Oh, God!” You exclaimed as you saw Minhyuk’s reflection from the mirror.

“Wow, (y/n)! You should feature in our VLive video! You’re so great at dancing.” Minhyuk’s eyes widened.

“You’re that good to the point where I felt like I was pinned on the couch with my eyes glued on your move.” Shownu added. “Jooheon and Changkyun was outside where they watched you through the windows with their mouths wide open.” He laughed.

“Really, (y/n). The world needs to recognize you! You’re really amazing. Really!” Jooheon flooded you with compliment.

You blushed and smiled to them while mouthed thank you.

Finally, the day has come. The TV in your waiting room is showing you the situation of the area where a big stage is set and hundreds of chairs were provided for the stars and honorable guests and also a wide space for the fans to watch their idols performing.

“The crowds are no joke.” You shook your head after taking sip of your favorite blackcurrant drink.

“You’re gonna kill the stage, (y/n). Don’t worry!” The member of your girlgroup trying to put you at ease because in less than ten minutes, you’re about to go backstage and get ready to perform a dance break with Monsta X’s Wonho.

“Yeah, but I hope his fans won’t kill me after that dance.” You crossed your fingers and looked up as if you’re praying to God.

“Come on! How intense that dance could be? Maybe a bit of hug and hips swaying, right?” Another member jammed in.

“But this is Wonho i’m doing with. You know almost everyone sees him like he’s a sex God. Everything he does is ten times hotter, you know.” You fixed the tightly fit dress that hugged your curved perfectly.

“(Y/n)! Stage.” You heard your name is being called and you immediately checked your look and began rushing outside after telling your members to wish you good lucks.

You heard shouts from behind the stage, mostly girls shouting Wonho’s name– obviously. The lights were dimmed and you could see from the gap of the curtain, 80% of the crowds are holding Monsta X’s lightstick.

“You’re ready?” A voice shocked you from behind. It was of course, the sex God himself.

“Yeah. I think I am.” You cleared your throat and stood up straight.

“Okay, great.” He tapped the top of your head and you were of course a bit taken aback by his sudden unnecessary action. “I hope i won’t ruin the stage.”

“Nope. Nope, we won’t.” You replied, trying to calm yourself down.

“Yeah. How come a girl as good as you will ruin the stage? That won’t happen.” He smiled.

When the lights were completely shut, you and Wonho got on the stage, standing on where both of you should be. You at one side of the stage, while he was at the other.

It was when the breathing sound was heard that both you and Wonho was shoot with the spotlight and the crowds immediately lose their minds.

You began singing because the first verse was your part. Wonho and you were walking towards each other with an intense gaze shot onto each other’s eyes. His brushed back hair made him look thousand times hotter and the suits he wore, damn, that made you almost forgot your lines.

When it’s the part where you should be walking in circle with your arm on his waist and his arm on your waist, he looked and smirked at you.

“You’re so beautiful in that dress.” He mouthed. You almost choked and stopped singing, but thankfully you made it to not ruin the song.

The performance continue and now was the time where you’re going to ‘grab’ his hair to make him arched back before pulling him really closed to you.

Wonho loosened his necktie before you grabbed his hair and when he’s arched back, he purposely took off his suit jacket.

You looked at him, surprised, because all of these weren’t on the script.

You pulled his loosened necktie and Wonho helped you by pushing himself really– really close that his nose would touch yours.

The light slowly dimmed along with loud shouting and applause. Wonho covered your face and his with the suit jacket and slowly brought his lips closer to yours.

He’d kiss it gently and softly for seconds before he broke that kiss and gave a small peck on your cheek.

“Great job, (y/n).” You didn’t see it, but Wonho was smiling when he said that.

You stepped off the stage with confused mind. You and him was never done such things at rehearsals and that he always looked like he didn’t have any interest in you, at all.

So, why now?

“Wonho,” you called his name as you both walked to the waiting room. “What was that for?” You carefully asked.

“What do you mean?” He casually replied, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt.

“That… the thing you did on the stage.”

“On the stage? I was dancing. I thought you knew because you were, too.” He acted innocent.

“Not, that! You know exactly what I meant.” You sighed. By now, you could feel your cheeks turned crimson red.

“We sang, we danced, we…” He stopped and smiled at you. “Yeah, I remembered!” He grabbed your hand.

The corridor you both were at now was full of staffs and idols that were waiting for their time to perform, but Wonho seemed like he didn’t care, while you already tried to let go of his hand subtly.

“We kissed.” He smiled.

“I can’t believe you said that aloud.” You whispered, realising some of the idols turned at you and Wonho when he said the word.

With red cheeks, you pulled him into your waiting room, which now was empty because both members and the staffs were already behind the stage.

“Yes. Th– that. The kiss.” You stuttered. “What was that for?”

Wonho smiled and looked at you. Slowly his hand moved to put the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

“I like you.” He confessed.

You blinked rapidly by his sudden confession.

“I’ve always liked you.” He continued. “Ever since I saw you at your first music show.” Wonho sat himself on the couch. “I saw you performed from behind the stage and  asked the staff who was the girl on the stage, the one who wore light blue sweats with suspenders.”

“That was long time ago.” You said in a really low voice. It was when you just debuted with your group and for the record, you didn’t even remember the outfit you wore at that day.

“I really wanted to get to know you. To get closer to you, but knowing that you’re a rookie group, I told myself that I should better wait.”

“Wait?”

“Yeah. Rumors often attack rookie groups and I don’t want that happened to you and your group so…” he smiled. “Thank God I finally got this opportunity.”

“But that was… four years ago?” You chuckled. “Don’t lie to me. No one would hold on for so long just for someone. You’re silly.”

“You might not believed that and it’s up to you, but I am serious. I am seriously in love with you, (y/n).”

#monsta x #wonho #wonho fluff #wonho fanfictions #wonho fanfic #wonho imagine #wonho scenario #shownu imagines #kihyun #jooheon #changkyun #i.m #chae hyungwon #Minhyuk #shownu #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop

[spoonass69]

big rant type post/ story thingy:

TW/CW:

abuse mentions, r*pe mentions, kinda just talking about my experience with being a baby activist and learning how authority figures and my white peers act in these kinds of situations

anyways a year after i entered public school in about 6th grade, one of the teachers decided to have her whole class sit in silence, without moving, on the grass for a whole recess because a few kids were too loud in the hallways on their way to recess. so naturally my friends and i talked about how unfair it was and we organized a peaceful protest consisting of me and about 4 other kids. we planned on having signs and informational pamphlets and sitting on the grass.

that day i went home and had my mom help me research how recess was not only beneficial, but necessary for kids. then i wrote up a paper on why collective punishment was unfair and how taking away recess was actually just hurting students and i even gave alternative solutions so they could still like punish kids who were loud in the hallways or something

the next day, i walked into school with my big rainbow cardboard sign saying “recess is a right not a privilege” when i got to breakfast, i saw none of my friends had signs or anything. they told me they didnt think i was serious, despite agreeing the previous day to be a part of this. that was fine though, i can handle this all on my own since i have all the things i need.

i walked up to class once the bell rang, and i put my stuff in my locker for the day. i realized by sign wasnt going to fit, so i put it in the windowsill in the hallway directly outside my classroom to wait until recess, and i went to go sit at my desk and start my bellwork.

about a minute later, my teacher came in and asked me to step out into the hallway with her, ehich was weird since class hadn’t even started yet so why wouldnt she just tell me what she needed to in the classroom.

i stepped out into the hallway and she went into this whole thing about how i had put my sign facing outwards in the window, which also happened to be right next to where some oarents dropped off their kids. she was mad because “other parents are gonna think were not letting you have recess!!” (which was what was happening, pretty regularly actually, this past incident was just the last straw). she continued to yell at me, i dont even really remember all that she said both because it happened so long ago and because at the time i was being abused at home and tended to panic very very hard whenever anyone showed that they were upset with me at all, which lead to me kinda auto deleting the memories. whatever she was saying, her tone was scary and hurtful enough to make me absolutely bawl, in front of the entire 6th grade class that was still entering the classrooms around me. even after i, through a stream of tears and snot, very timidly said i just wanted to stand up for my classmates, she continued to yell at me for a good 5 minutes.

the other 6th grade teacher stood by and watched, let all the other kids watch. i was not a rebellious kid, i did everything in my power to only seem happy and not show vulnerability, i had to do that to survive. i wasnt a troublemaker or anything like that, the teacher actually really liked me before this, i was quiet and always did my work and followed the rules. this was my first offense. it wasnt even an offense, i was simply asking my teachers not to treat my friends and classmates unfairly. and i got screamed at to the point of panic and sobbing, to going completely out of character. and my peers would not say anything. my peers would not stand with me. they would not admit that i was not the sole person that wanted to do this, and of course i wouldnt rat them out. but worst of all, the other adult there, that was supposed to protect me, stood there and watched. silently. knowing the abuse that was going on at home. they both knew. they both knew i only had good intentions. they both knew i would never start anything too rowdy on purpose. neither of them even tried talking to me calmly or asking what was going on. they wouldnt even read the pamphlets i made.

there are some key elements here i want to highlight.

my peers abandoned me, and let me try and make things better for them after agreeing to have my back (i almost never missed recess because i had to follow rules perfectly to survive). they then let me take all the blame and the punishment

the adults who were supposed to care about me and protect me responded with aggression and hostility when i wanted to peacefully ask them to stop harming my friends

the adults who were supposed to care about me and protect me stood by and watched as one of their coworkers screamed at a sobbing child who was already dealing with abuse at home

this was the first situation, that has fit into countless amounts of patterns as ive learned more about oppression and activism.

at worst, the people in power will only respond to peaceful pleas for respect with violence. at best they will sot by and watch as others perpetrate that violence for them.

there are a lot of people, specifically other white people in my experience, who will ask you for support, loyalty, help or anything when dealing with things such as homophobia from peers or just general bullying but then when you are in a situation where you need them to put themselves at risk to help you and support you in a meaningful way, they completely turn on you.

this last one i feel like can get misinterpreted so im gonna give this example

a friend wanted me to support them and have their back when one of our mutual friends was bullying them, i said of course and made sure my friend did not feel any guilt after cutting the mutual friend out of their life and i also cut them out of mine. when pointed out to that same friend how one of their friends was being disrespectful towards me after i called them out for being supportive of police during the blm protests, and i told them i wasn’t comfortable being friends with someone who was friends with people who disrespected me they told me i was trying to control who they were friends with and i was being unreasonable, and then promptly went and made fun of me

i give my friends support and try to work with them to make pur environment safer and happier for everyone, but when we’re put in a tough spot, i get thrown under the bus because im usually the only one who wholeheartedly wants to do something, who wants to put the effort into caring for my friends and keeping them safe

ive seen this specifically happening all over my area, i dont know if this goes for other places in the US, but it feels like i am pretty relatively alone, im seeing everyone from my old school or from nearby schools calling themselves activists, saying the support these movements, saying they agree with all these ideas, but only follow through if its not only convenient, but if it will make them look good to a significant amount of people and if the action is basically spoon fed to them.

im not sure if i really have a message or a point to this but i felt like this information does have some kind of message in it somewhere that i just can quite articulate yet.

i guess just generally, if youre seeing these things happen too and youre also feeling alone and frustrated, dont give in to people who wont put their social standing at risk to stand up for you, if youre noticing these patterns and sticking up for your friends or peers in general despite the risks then you deserve people who will put in the same effort to care about you.

also i know some people cant put in the effort, i did have a lot of people reach out to me when i was very publicly calling people in my area out for standing by while their peers were racist/antisemetic. they told me that some people cant stand up for others due to anxiety or idk the risk of losing all their friends would be bad for their mental health. but yk i have a severe anxiety disorder and cptsd, and i did lose all 15 of my friends and my boyfriend in one day in freshman year of highschool after i told them i couldnt hang out with them if they were gonna hang out with trumpies. then for a week they all messaged me separately telling me i was a crazy bitch. then for 6 months told everyone new i tried to make friends with or date that i was a crazy bitch (but far more convincingly) even though i blocked them all, didnt mention them, did my best not to think about them, and even changed my routes to all my classes so i couldnt pass any of them in the hallways. but even after the trauma that caused me, it was the only right and reasonable thing to do. no matter how badly i was doing, it would not compare to the damage me being friends with them and enabling their behavior could do to someone in the future, because enabling those people is how we end up with men who rape and murder women. and even if all that wasnt the most important aspect of this, staying friends with those people would have messed me up astronomically worse than cutting them off did.

(just to make it super clear tho, im not expecting people of the marginalized communities to put their safety at risk to stand up to their own opressors, i am expecting mostly white kids to put their idk social status and comfort asside and stand up to your friends or other people in general when theyre harming others)

#tw abuse #tw rape #edited to make the tw stand out more just incase