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interestellarprincess · 6 months

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The 1

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Summary: After two years, destiny put them together to fix things out.

Warnings: none, just a poorly written english (not my first language) and sad swiftie's drabble. Also some personal words i'd like to say to him.

A/N: It took me some time to finish this one, but when I was writing the part 1, already knew that part 2 would be with this song.

TYSM for being here tolerating my bad writing :)

Now to the good stuff, SUMMONING ALL LANCE GIRLIES!!!!

This oneshot has a part 1

Taglist: @motorsp0rt, @mirrorball-6

2 years have passed since the last time they saw each other. Two years since y/n had her heart broken by one of her favorite persons in the world. She took six months to finally get through what happened at the cafe with Lance. She got back to work and tried to live through it, because deep down, she knew that he was out there living his life with the other girl he took home and it wasn’t fair for her to be the only one frozen in time.

After those six months, y/n’s boss got her a recommendation letter to work as a social media in one of the formula one teams. Later, she found out that the job was at Mercedes and she couldn’t be happier. Y/n thought that her life was finally getting into the right course and nothing could stop her, not even the possibility of meeting him during one of the race weekends.

So it happened. Everything was fine, until Spain 2023.

It was Friday, before FP1, y/n was on her way to the Mercedes hospitality. The paddock was kinda full of people, mostly staff giving the final touches for the weekend, since it was a bit early for the gates to open . Y/n was trying to get through the people carefully enough to not spill her cup full of coffee. She failed her mission. Steps away of her destination, someone bumped her and the only thing she saw at that time was the green blur going through her. “Hey you! pay attention next time!” she yelled, not expecting for the blur to turn and come back close to her, not expecting for it to come back as a ghost that she’d been avoiding since the beginning of the season.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, did you got burn…” Lance’s apologies stopped when he notice who was the person with the white shirt covered in coffee. ‘‘Y/n?, w-what are you doing here?’’ he shouldn’t be that surprised, but for a moment he wasn’t imagining that it was her in front of him, not after all these years.

After a few moments of processing, she finally managed to say something. “I work here, Lance.” She said trying to fix her shirt but it wasn’t worth it anymore. Meanwhile, he was just there, frozen looking at her. “Are you going to stay there looking like a statue or you’re going to apologize? I don’t have all the time and I imagine that you don’t have it too.” She was cold, but she needed to be. He blinked going back to reality.

“ y/n, I- I’m really sorry for ruining your shirt and your coffee… It’s just that I’m surprised by seeing you here.” He said scratching the back of his neck “look, can I get you another coffee? For, you know…” he was still thinking about what to say to her, she had no idea but she also haunted him after what happened. He felt like a piece of garbage for treating her that way and he wanted to apologize some day, but he wasn’t planning that this day would come so soon.

“Fine!” She agreed so fast that anyone would say it was because she was excited for it, however, all she wanted was to finally end this embarrassing and slightly stressing scene and go back to her normal day with not meeting her ex best friend and definitely without any coffee spilled all over her shirt. “Just dm me when and I’ll come, but now i need to go and get all of this coffee away” her hands were floating in front of her stained shirt during the last part of the sentence.

“Okay, see you later then!” he didn’t even finished his sentence when she was already leaving to the hospitality.

When Y/N arrived at the building, her friend Maya stopped her immediately. “Oh my god,Y/N! what happened to you? and why you’re looking like you saw a ghost?” she said already taking her friend to the nearest bathroom to get cleaned “Tell me everything!”

“If the ghost’s name is Lance Stroll, then I indeed saw one” Y/N was trying to dry her shirt with some paper towels while telling the whole thing to Maya, of course it didn’t worked, so the friend went out to get a new shirt for her. While Maya was out, Y/N noticed the notification on her phone.

@Lancestroll: I hope you’re ok and not burned

@yourusername: I’m fine, and the coffee wasn’t that hot

@Lancestroll: again, sorry for the shirt

@yourusername: it’s ok

@Lancestroll: btw, what do you think about today after debrief?

@yourusername:????

@Lancestroll: the “I’m sorry for ruining your morning coffee”? For what I remember, you’re not one of those with a bad memory.

Shit, he was right. Truth is that she just wasn’t ready to face him again.

@yourusername: oh right! After debrief is fine for me, see you there.

Y/N completely ignored his comment, but deep down, it still got her that he still knew her well. Maya came back, Y/N changed her shirt and the day went by as normal as possible.

Later…

Y/N was on her way to meet him at his team’s hospitality, when she finally entered the place covered in the team colors she saw him. He was there already on a table and waiting for her with her coffee, just like he did on the last time they spoke, just like he did on the day she left. For a minute, she felt like it was going to happen again, but the feeling passed when he said her name and waved at her.

“Different times now Y/N, different situations.” she said to herself inside her head.

She sat at the table, he smiled at her and handed her coffee. “I think it tastes better when it’s not all over you, right?” he tried to break the tension between them, because he knew that this meeting wasn’t because of the earlier accident, but because of the accident that happened two years ago.

“yeah sure it does!” she gave him a small smile after noticing how nervous he looked. “So, how are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve last talked” Lance’s voice while finishing the sentence was almost a whisper.

“Oh, I’m good! On some new shit now as you can see” she chuckled while pointing to the silver star on her shirt.

“Yeah, this is so cool, I’m happy for you.” he took a sip from his cup “Did you started this year? I- I thought I saw you at Abu Dhabi last year.” Lance was nervous about her answer, because he could swear he saw her. Or maybe he was just missing her too much to the point of seeing her everywhere.

“Hm, sorry but it wasn’t me” she stared at her coffee “I started this year, John got me a recommendation letter. Anyways, tell me, how are you doing? How’s Juliana going? I didn’t saw her at the paddock” she knew she was a bit rough the moment she saw him look down.

He got surprised at how direct her words were, it was like ripping off a BandAid. He sighed “I think she’s fine, we broke up before last year’s summer break.” he stared at his coffee.

“oh, I’m sorry, you two looked happy together” she knew that they weren’t happy, but she was trying to be optimistic.

“No need to be sorry Y/n, actually, I’m the one who owns you an apologie.” he looked at her deep in the eyes and, for a second, she felt her body shiver. “I’m sorry for being an ass to you two years ago. You didn’t deserved to be treated that way, especially by someone you liked and who liked you back. I’m really sorry.’’ he said putting his hands over hers on the table.

Y/n sighed and looked at their hands together. " It’s okay now, Lance. If you never bleed you never gonna grow, right?” she gave him a soft smile.

After the apologies, the atmosphere between them got a bit lighter. “So, tell me, how are you doing? You’ve been doing great on the past race weekends.” she gave him a smile.

“If you say so, thanks!” he chuckled “But I know I need to work harder If I want to be quarter the driver that Fernando is.”

“Oh Lance, I guess you still the same when it comes to being too harsh on yourself.” she gave him a kind look " I know the media haven’t been the best with you, but you need to know you don’t need to be quarter of anyone than yourself. You’re still young and there’s plenty of time to improve your driving, and I trust you.”

“I guess I needed to hear that, thank you Y/n.” He smiled at her. “So, how about you…” he was about to finish his sentence when he looked down at her hands and saw the ring. “You’re engaged?” he was surprised.

“Guilty” she chuckled “His name is Travis, he’s one of the Mercedes engineers. My friend presented us last year by coincidence, before I got my job.” she smiled.

“Well, congratulations! I’m happy for you.” he said, but inside, his thoughts were screaming that it should be him. And he couldn’t help being mad at himself for it.

“Oh, thanks Lance” she was indeed happy with her life, but she couldn’t hold the thought that if her wishes came true, it would’ve been him. His ring on her finger, him wanting to spend a life with her. She knew it was wrong thinking this, but deep down she also knew that sometimes it was impossible to defend herself for never leaving well enough alone.

They chatted for a while, before their phones started to ring and they had to say goodbye. They promise to keep in touch because they missed each others friendship.

And in that moment, when they were leaving and following different ways, both of them started to think of what could’ve happened if that one moment had been different. Would everything be different between them now in the present? They felt the need to ask this burn inside their heads, but none of them were strong enough to ask it.

What they knew is that definitely everything would be sweet, if they were each others One.

#f1 x reader #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll oneshot #lance stroll drabble #spotify #Spotify

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rizzstappen · 8 months

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1-10! Go ham!

Oh em geee thank you 🫶🏼

1) Would you say f1 is your favorite sport?

Maybe? It’s definitely the sport I follow most consistently like every week checking for results. I grew up on nascar but I don’t watch is as much now since my dads guy retired. I also watch futbol pretty regularly but I’m not into it enough to know all the clubs and stuff! I do have my fave players from the Mexican National team lol

2) Lestappen or maxiel ?

Maxiel 1000%. They are so compelling to me because of their story. How Daniel helped Max when he first got into F1 and then left. The whole “I wish he never left” element of it all. The way they defend each other. When everyone was blaming Daniel for his McLaren stint Max (along with others) only had good things to say about Daniel and how he was still talented. Like you don’t stick your neck out for someone like that if they don’t matter to you.

3) Dando or carlando ?

Probably Dando. Although I don’t like them as much as Maxiel I can appreciate the brother dynamic they have.

4) Norstappen or carlando ?

Carlando for sure. Again something about the brother dynamic between Lando and his teammates that makes me soft for him a bit.

5) Charlos or piarles ?

🗣️ Charlos. Who doesn’t love two hot men on the same team. The way they race each other and talk to each other is so compelling. Especially after all the drama that happened this past weekend. I love a bitch fight lol.

6) Piarles or yukierre ?

Yukierre. The chef date!!!! That was it for me honestly. The way Yuki looks at Pierre 😭

7) Brocedes or sewis ?

Brocedes. The lore!!! Like imagine growing up and karting and becoming best friends with this guy then both of you make it to F1 and then eventually on the same team. Now you have to fight said best friend and destroy your friendship with him to win your ultimate goal. Who does lore like this!?!? No one else.

8) Britcedes or valewis ?

As much as I’d love to say valewis the way merc treated him makes me sad so for that I’ll say Britcedes!

9) Sewis or sebchal ?

Sewis. The championship winner dynamic between them two. The fact that Seb was the only one who hugged him at his last race. Yeah. Def sewis.

10) Favorite driver who retired in the last 10 years ?

Does Fernando count if he returned? Probably not lol. Seb for sure! Again I am a Daniel girlie and I love all his friendships and the one with Seb is so sweet. The way he hugged him after his first win. But also the way Seb was so cunty during his championship winning streak. Ugh truly wish I had been watching at the time!!! But for sure Seb. He’s just a little guy saving the bees now 🥹

#thanks so much for this ah!!!!!!#a million hugs for you #flawlessassholes #asks

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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more ways than one (01)

word count; 4951

summary; your first meeting with the stranger you rescued doesn’t go as smoothy as you’d hoped.

notes; I remind y’all that Stiles was possessed, but it veers off and it goes away, it’s not really mentions how, but the nogitsune never splits from Stiles. Allison is still alive, and Malia and Stiles are not a couple. Oh, and Derek is away travelling with Cora. That’s about it.

warnings; violence, choking, aggression.

You chewed on the straw in your mouth absentmindedly, your gaze trailing off into the distance as the girls talked constantly around you. You were vaguely following the conversation as they spoke, the girls chatting loudly about everything you had all been through lately, as though the supernatural was public information and they didn’t care about the opinions of those tables around you all who could easily eavesdrop if they bothered to listen closely.

Your eyes were squinted a little, the sun shining down and giving a warm feeling over the day, despite the storm that was due to set in later on in the day, and Lydia had texted you all this morning and told you to be ready to go for a late lunch while it was warm. She claimed that after everything that had happened with Stiles’ brief run-in with possession, and the year of supernatural crap that had gone down during your sophomore year, that you were all well overdue a lunch date to chat. That, and she was taking the opportunity to introduce Malia to the world of once again being bi-pedal and human.

Said strawberry-blonde snapped her fingers in front of your face, calling your attention to her and your thoughts snapped away from the nightmare you had somehow landed yourself in, your eyes focusing in on her as you pulled your milkshake away from your mouth, smiling as casually as you could as you looked at her. Her eyes were narrowed, lips pursed as she studied you carefully, before her lips were twisting up in a smirk.

“What’cha thinking about so hard there, girly?”

You cleared your throat, shaking your head and smiling casually as you lifted one of your fries to your mouth, chewing on the soft potato as you shrugged at her, trying your best to play it cool, but the four sets of eyes on you were throwing you through a loop. “Nothing.” You watched them carefully, swallowing the milkshake before taking a long sip of your milkshake, the chocolate flavour filling your mouth and she merely hummed, Allison was snickering as she turned to whisper to Kira, and Malia simply watched the interactions, taking the last bite of her double-cheeseburger and licking the sauce from the edge of her mouth, humming happily around the food.

“So, you’re not thinking about a pale and male-covered boy with brown hair and bright eyes?” You practically choked on your drink as Allison questioned you, your eyes wide as you wondered whether they’d found out about the lookalike you’d stashed at Derek’s loft, and you sputtered for an explanation, your cheeks heating up with a red flush, Kira cracking up and slapping the huntress on the arm as the two curled into each other in a fit of giggles.

“She’s totally thinking about Stiles, look at her blushing!”

You felt relief seep into your body as the tension slipped away, your body slumping in the seat as you rolled your eyes, your racing heart calming as your secret remained safe, for now. “Wait, am I missing something? Why would I be thinking about Stiles?”

Lydia picked at her acrylic nails, not even bothering to look up at you as she spoke. “Maybe because you’re totally into each other?”

“What?”

“Oh, come on. You know the two of you have gotten super close, lately!” Allison insisted, and your brows rose as you glanced around the other girls, and Lydia mumbled her agreement as she sipped at her water, a half-eaten salad sitting in front of her.

“When I first met you guys, I thought you were together,” Kira added, and you rolled your eyes, nibbling on your lower lip as embarrassment flooded through your system, the copy-cat male you’d hidden away yesterday slipping from your mind as thoughts of the original filled your thoughts. You loved your best friend, you truly did, and you couldn't deny how much closer you’d gotten to him lately, but it was only because he’d come to you when he started to feel the effects of his possession, confiding in you long before anyone else had. “I think you’d be cute together.”

“Are they not together?” Malia muttered, looking intently at the uneaten food on your plate, and you giggled as you offered it up to her, a bright smile taking over his face as she accepted the plate ad placed it down on top of her own empty one, quickly tucking into your leftover food.

“C’mon girls, he’s totally in love with Lyds, since like third grade. You know this, he’s not exactly subtle.” You teased, knowing it was true. The boy spoke about her all the time, and while he hadn't quite been as vocal about it, you knew he was still pining for the red-head girl.

“Everyone’s a little bit in love with me, but not everyone holds hands with their best friend.” You snorted unattractively, giving her a side-eye and leaning back, your legs crossing proudly as you thought about it.

“When have I ever held hands with Stiles?”

“Uh, like six times over the past three months?” Kira objected, the others all making various sounds of agreement as you watched Malia finish your meal too, a proud smile on her face as she leaned back in her chair, legs parted and hands sitting on her stomach as she groaned happily at the feeling of having a full stomach.

“Three of those times he was unconscious, one of those times he was going into a bathtub full of ice and one of those times he was checking into a nuthouse.” You pointed out, and the banshee counted them off on her fingers, wiggling a finger at you as she smiled.

“That makes five, what about the sixth time?”

You shrugged, deciding to bait them a little, a sigh falling from your lips. “You’re right, me and Stiles are totally and madly in love. You caught us out.” Their jaws dropped as they leaned forwards, a collection of squeals sounding as you tried to keep a straight face, eventually cracking up, and one by one they caught on as they scowled at you, Allison flicking you in the arm and Lydia pinching the other one, and you jumped away from both of them, rubbing your arms as you all but cackled at having fooled them.

The conversation moved on as they began to focus on other things, and you pulled your phone from your pocket, two messages flashing up on the screen and you clicked on the first, rolling your eyes as you opened the message from Stiles.

[batman 🦇💛] bring me ur leftover pizza back from lunch?

can’t, malia ate it, whoops x

[batman 🦇💛] >:( I can’t believe this, does 12yrs of friendship mean nothing to u?!

You grinned, rolling your eyes and tuning out the taunts and whistles you got from the group around you as they realised you were texting your best friend, your fingers flying over the screen as you typed out your reply, checking the time before you did.

according to the girls, it means we r in love x

[batman 🦇💛] ha. funny. ive seen u eat sand. couldnt kiss u now.

shut up, dumbass. I was 6 and u dared me x

[batman 🦇💛] kinda sad to kno the girl i'm in love w/ thinks i love u but that's my luck.

You cooed, rolling your eyes and promising that you’d text him later as you swiped out to the other text, your stomach churning as you realised it was from Derek. Admittedly, he was only asking about his loft, and whether you’d been over to check everything was okay, but it still made guilt twist at your guts before you sent a half-true reply, choosing instead to cover up the real facts.

Instead, you chose to tell him that you had definitely been over to check and that everything was tip-top okay, neglecting to tell him that you were stashing a supernatural double of your best friend only two weeks after he was mysteriously possessed and released, and that he was cut up and injured and arrived from a weird storm. Minor details.

Clearing your throat, you pulled out a handful of notes from your purse, placing them down in the amount that you owed as you excused yourself from the table, balancing the strap of your bag on your shoulder and smiling at the complaints of your friends as they encouraged you to stay, but it was already nearing the late afternoon and early evening, and you needed to grow the courage to return to the scene of your crime.

The pharmacy was only a quick walk around the corner, and you’d made sure to park your car outside of it so that none of them would see you leaving and entering the building with a suspicious amount of medical supplies, and you pulled the crumpled paper with your list pulled on out of your pocket. Smoothing the crumpled item out in the palm of your hand, the bell above the door jingled, the air conditioning washing over you immediately and you shivered at the sudden temperature drop upon entering the shop.

Peering at your own writing, you smiled uneasily at the cashier who was watching you, a kid who’d graduated just a year or two earlier, and her eyes narrowed on you as you moved through the shelves. Plucking one of the plastic shopping baskets from the side, you held it carefully in your arms, avoiding their scrutinising gaze.

Paper Stitches.

Your eyes scanned over the shelf, a surprising number of options displayed before you, and even the first option was already showing you the impact that this little shop was going to have on your bank account, and you simply prayed it would be worth it. Taking the largest size and strongest strength in your hand, you shrugged to yourself, dropping it into the basket and scanning the other ones. You could always pick up another size of you needed them, but you were definitely going to need at least two boxes of these ones for now.

You couldn't help the scowl on your face as the sum total began to add up in your mind, moving along the aisle to the wrapping sand covers,

Bandages. Gauze.

There were far too many options of bandages and covers, a jumble between compression wraps, light and thick material covers and thick and padded gauze. You could barely tell the difference between any of the options, and you began to think that maybe you should have paid a little more attention to the quick google search you’d done earlier as to what you actually needed.

First up, a collection of thick, cotton wool paddings to place over the large gashes the man had obtained, followed by gauze and bandages, a hand rubbing over your forehead as the collection began to gather up in the bottom of the basket. Your fingers brushed over the rolls of medical tape, and you dropped a roll of that in too, knowing you’d need something to fasten the material to his torso with.

You skirted around the corner to the next set of shelves, your cheeks flaring in a blush as you caught the suspicious gaze she was giving you, and you cleared your throat, holding your head high as you ignored the judgement hanging on her sights.

Antiseptic Wash. Hand Sanitizer. Cotton Balls.

100 cotton balls in a bag for three dollars felt like a good enough offer for you, and you dropped it into the basket, humming to the tune playing over the radio above your head as you swiped a large bottle of antiseptic wash from its place, and finally, a few of the small bottles of hand sanitizer, because you’d been needing some more of that anyway.

You hadn't quite been ready for the odd glare the ex-peer had given you when you placed the basket on the counter, and her eyes moved slowly between the items and your eyes, a sarcastic smile on her lips as she slowly began to ring them up, placing them all in a paper bag for you and ensuring they would all fit.

In a bid to avoid the wight of her stare fixed on you, you let your eyes scan over the ‘last-minute-purchase’ options on the counter, adding a packet of strawberry bubblegum to the collection and she scanned it through, reading your total to you and you jammed the card into the reader, wincing at the price that was displayed on the small screen. Your fingers punched into the buttons as you bit your tongue, taking the card and the bag as soon as you could and you darted from the shop, barely pausing to take your receipt from her as you fled.

Placing the stuffed paper bag on the shotgun seat, you rounded the car, letting out a deep sigh as you strapped into the seat and stuck your keys into the ignition. Digging into the bag beside you, you fished out the bubblegum, taking a stick from the packet and unwrapping it, popping it into your mouth and letting the chewing motion and sweet flavour soothe you as you started up the car and began the well-ingrained journey to the loft, anxiety riddling your body.

The radio played quietly in the background as you made your way along, the only sounds filling the car being that of the quiet hum of the latest chart-toppers, and the occasional pop of the bubblegum in your mouth. You weren’t really too sure why you were still keeping this secret from everyone, you had the perfect chance at lunch to tell the girls about what had happened, to get help and confide in someone.

Stiles.

Deep down, it was about protecting Stiles. The ripples on the surface of the water had only just smoothed back down, and you weren’t willing to throw the next stone in a situation that you were absolutely certain you could handle yourself. How dangerous could someone who was 147 pounds and unconscious be?

That was the only thought that was strong enough to force you up and out of the car, your feet carrying you forwards as you unlocked the main door, clicking it shut behind you as you made your way toward the stairs, choosing to walk all the way up to the top instead of taking the rickety elevator. You could use the time to calm yourself down, work out what you were going to do if the stranger you were harbouring was now awake.

Your hands were shaking so much that the keys were jingling as you walked, and you clenched them in a fist, taking a deep breath as you reached the final level and pausing before the silver metal door. With a deep sigh, you unlocked it carefully, sliding it out of the way and looking inside carefully. Natural light was flooding in through the huge bay windows at the other end, the concrete room lit up with warm light that almost made the monochrome grey space look welcoming, and your eyes zeroed in on the space that had once occupied that man you had rescued.

Nothing seemed out of place, the room wasn’t trashed and rummaged through, and everything was still and calm as you took a first cautious step inside. By the second step, you were sliding the door shut behind you, your brows furrowing. By the third step, a cold hand was sealed tightly around your throat, pinning you up to the wall as the tips of your toes brushed the ground.

The bag in your arms fell away, the items within it scattering across the floor as you squeaked, coming up to grab at the wrist holding you so tightly to the wall as you struggled to drag in any breath at all, your gaze meeting the furious one of the face you knew so well on the person you didn’t know at all. Those familiar honey-brown eyes were scanning over you interrogatively, and the long fingers wrapped around your throat flexed, tightening for a second before you were released, and you fell to your knees, eyes watering as you took in burning breaths, rubbing soothingly at the skin on your throat as the man merely stood and watched you for a second, before spinning on his heel and walking away.

You watched him go, shaking your head as he stormed away, and once your breathing had finally calmed and your heart had stopped racing so had on your chest that you thought it may burst out, you began to slowly gather up the items you had dropped, stuffing them all haphazardly back into the now torn paper bag and standing it up. Sitting on your knees, you took a moment to gather yourself, your eyes locking with the narrowed brown ones watching you, goosebumps rising over your body and you tried to seem strong, not to let him know quite how terrified you really were, as you took the back, standing on unsteady legs and holding your head high as you stared him down.

Making your way over to him, you placed the bag down in front of him, raising your brows as you moved slowly, the warning growl in his throat being acknowledged as you held up your hands, palms out to him to show you meant no hard, despite the fact that he'd attacked you only moments prior. Instead, you slowly tipped the bag upside down, allowing all the contents to spill out across Derek’s plain black coffee table, the man’s eyes scanning over it all, his face twisted in confusion as he looked at each item.

You stood with him in silence for a moment, letting him look at all the items, before he was stepping away from you, a snarl on his lips as he moved as far back as he could while still being able to watch your movements, track what you were doing. With a heavy sigh, you backed away yourself, never taking your eyes off of him out of fear of what he might do once you did, and for each step backwards you took, he moved forward one, and you slowly guided him toward the kitchen.

He lingered in the doorway as you moved around, never taking your eyes off of him for more than a split second as you searched through his drawers and cupboards, a small sound of victory leaving you once you found something you could work with, and you slipped two packets of the instant-noodles from the collection, dropping them on the counter as you continued your hunt on your meal-making task.

He flinched each time a pot or pan clashed, his eyes once again narrowing menacingly, and you had to suppress a chuckle because it was no longer focused on you, but instead on the source of the loud sounds, as he glared at a frying pan that had shifted and fallen loudly on another one. Selecting a pan big enough for the job, you quickly filled it with water from the tap, deciding that using the hob was definitely the safest bet, as you worked with this. Tearing open each packet, you held it up to show him as you watched on curiously, and you dropped the solid blocks of noodles into the water, waiting for it to begin to bubble over the flame.

There was nothing in the fridge that you could use, he’d gotten rid of everything perishable before going away, and you made a mental note to buy food, your heart once again sinking at the savings-draining task you had taken on. Maybe if you told Lydia, she’d give you her card and allow you to pay using her platinum, but you highly doubted you’d get away with telling her now without having to endure a long sit down talk and a lot of disappointed looks, which you weren’t ready to deal with. Lydia Martin could be scary when she wanted to be.

The silence hung heavily in the room between the two of you, and you tried to school your face into a stoic expression, despite the stormy scowl that was being directed at you, his body shuffling as you looked at him, his shoulders rolling from the discomfort of his injuries and he looked like he was going to try and dash at any moment. Taking two dishes from the lower cupboard beside your legs, you placed them out on the table gently, a fork beside each one and you stirred the noodles, the pasta soft and flimsy as it circled around, the savoury smell filling the air and you quickly dished up the food after switching off the hob, placing a fork in one bowl and pushing it across the countertop toward him.

He stepped forward as you took a seat on one of the stools, and you watched as he lifted up the instrument, pushing the pasta around the dish, a growl leaving him as he dropped the fork back into the bowl with a clatter, and you raised your eyebrows as you ate your own food, fixing him with a judgemental look and shaking your head. He used a single, skinny finger to push the bowl toward you roughly, some of the soup sloshing over the side and you let out a sigh, continuing to eat your food as he glared at you.

You had never felt quite so intimidated while in the presence of a bowl of noodles, and had you been anywhere else, in any other situation, you might have found this situation funny, perhaps even laughed at it, but right now, you worried you may actually choke on the noodles from stress. When you finally finished, and he was still twitching from foot to foot in front of you, his nervous shuffling giving you anxiety, too.

“What? You don’t eat, then?” He merely snarled at you, despite the rumbling in his stomach as the delicious smell drifted through the air and you raised a brow at him, shrugging and taking the bowl, his eyes watching as you snatched the food from in front of him. You made sure to make a show of tipping it into the garbage disposal, his eyes watching as the food slipped away into the drain and his jaw tightened, twitching as he ground his teeth together, his body jerking in shock as you slammed your hand down on the button on the wall and the loud grating filled the room, before you finished it, a smug look on your face as you cleared the dishes into the sink to clean later.

He stalked from the room as you did, his nostrils flaring at your actions and you wanted to stomp your foot on the ground and groan, but instead, you merely clenched your fists by your sides, following after him as he whipped his head around to see you following him, choosing to make his way over to the couch and poke through the items spilt out on the coffee table.

He picked up the bag of cotton wool balls, looking at them curiously before dropping them and you cleared your throat, his hard gaze directed back to you as you crossed your arms over your chest self-consciously. “Those wounds on your back are bad, you should let me take a look at you.”

He blinked at you, twice, eyes wide and his face didn’t move, giving you no indication that he was actually understanding a thing you were saying and you took cautious and slow steps toward him, his body tensing up as you did and you plucked the item from his hands, meeting little resistance as you held it up.

“These are for cleaning the wounds. On your shoulders?”

You placed the item down, motioning to your own shoulders as you tried to make him understand, and he twitched at the motion, his features falling from their hard glare a little his eyes softening and he swallowed thickly, his gaze dropping from yours for just a moment as he adjusted his arms. A wince was clear on his face as he moved his arms back, his lips parting and a quiet groan left him.

Your own shoulders slumped as you watched him, and you picked up another couple of items, deciding to offer him a small smile as you held it up, jiggling the packages before him, and the crinkling caught his attention. “These are for wrapping and padding the cuts, because those are really bad, and they’ll get infected.”

He pursed his lips, but for once they weren’t fixed in a heavy scowl and you felt as though perhaps you were making some kind of progress with him. Placing them down, you moved through the rest of the items, lifting each one slowly and telling him what it would be used for, only receiving the same blank looks and lonely silence as he stood before you, his gaze flicking over both you and the room multiple times. Despite the lack of verbal confirmation, you were choosing to believe that he understood you, because his posture had loosened, his body slumping forward a little and he seemed a little less like he was preparing to fight for his life at every turn of events.

It wasn’t until you’d finished talking to him and moved toward him that his defensive stance returned to him. He jerked aggressively away from you as you took a step toward him, and you lifted your hands, reaching out to him carefully as you motioned towards his back. “Let me take a look at your injuries!”

He stepped back again, his legs hitting the edge of the couch and he went rigid as you closed in on him, a low growl sounding from his throat, the noise rumbling from his chest in a warning and his eyes were practically burning with rage, his anger having built in seconds and your jaw dropped.

“We just talked about your injuries! I told you what I need to do!”

You tried one final time, reaching for him carefully and he took your wrist in his hand squeezing so tightly that your knees buckled as you released a cry, and he growled once again, this time predatory, as if to tell you to back off or it would get worse. Then, he was using his grip on you to push you back as you stumbled over your own feet, just about stopping yourself from tripping up and falling on your ass.

“Fine!” You snapped, your arms flying out to your sides as you shouted at him, and his eyebrows raised at your increase in volume, his eyes wide as he watched you, your own jaw clenching and you pointed at him angrily. “Go ahead, die of fuckin’ osteomyelitis for all I care!”

Your cheeks were flushed, and you fixed him with the harshest glare you could, before letting out a deep sound of anger, a groan that rippled through your body as you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to calm yourself down. Taking a series of deep breaths, you calmed your racing heart and the heat that was curling up your cheeks died down.

You mumbled curses under your breath, turning back to him to find him staring at you intently still, and you ran a hand through your head, grimacing as the tension in the air hung thickly. “Look, I’m going to go and get some warm water, we really need to sort out those gashes or you’re going to get really sick.”

You nodded at him, hoping that he understood before you were rubbing your hands together and turning on your heel, making your way into the kitchen. Fishing out a fresh bowl, you turned on the tap, running the water over the inside of your wrist to test the temperature, and when it became too hot for the skin there, you knew it was the perfect temperature. Gathering enough in the bowl, you placed it on the side, searching through the drawers for some clean rags.

When you first heard the metal of the door sliding, your brows furrowed, and it took a second before the realisation of what that particular grinding of metal meant, your eyes widening and you squeaked, dropping the material on your hands as you dashed from the kitchen, your eyes scanning over the empty loft area and your heart raced, bile rising in your throat as you guts twisted. “Shit!”

Your eyes focused on the open loft door, and you ran towards it, your feet moving quickly down the stairs as your tried not to fall, your blood pounding in your ears and you let out a panicked and frustrated yell as you noticed the main door now hanging open too, his taller stature and head-start ensuring you wouldn’t catch up to him even with his injuries, the area surrounding the loft still and empty, as though he had just disappeared.

Your legs buckled under you as the consequences began to run through your mind. Worry, fear and anger flooded your system as you kicked at a rock on the ground, tears lacing your eyes from the overwhelming floods of emotion bubbling over inside of you as you tried to work out what the fuck you were going to do now.

The sun was almost setting, dark clouds moving in over the sky and threatening to break at any time as the sun sank lower and lower on the horizon.

“I’m so fucking screwed.”

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glitchh3d · 3 years

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||Helping To Forget|| ~ Terushima Yuuji x Reader

I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS

Dude thats wack.

I can’t believe I started this for my own happiness and now 100 people follow me and I-

God you guys are amazing and I can’t thank you enough for keeping me inspired <3 I love you guys so much

That almost makes me feel bad for what I’m going to do to you guys

Warnings: Um, boobs? And Mario Kart. Swearing and stuff. Also Waluigi (he’s too sexy)

ALSO don’t peep on people when their changing cause that’s rude. This was inspired by a uh- An experience I had with some guys at my apartment building.

Masterlist

(Y/n) woke up the morning after her ruined girls trip with Kait excited.

She’d picked up a pale blue t-shirt dress and a thick black corset belt and she was eager to put them on and see how her costume so far was coming along. She had also ordered a super blonde wig to wear for the night that hadn’t come in yet but the tracking site said it’d be there later that day so she wasn’t worried.

She was also excited because both Matsukawa and Hanamaki committed to their roles and had both gotten their respective colors for their Blossom and Buttercup outfits. She’d been sent pictures in a group chat and had nearly died of laughter at how ridiculous they looked.

(Y/n) stripped from her shirt, excited to put her dress on when she realized that her bedroom window curtains weren’t shut and she didn’t have a bra on, so she was completely exposed. She blushed, hoping no one was outside and continued to pull her shirt off.

She rushed over to the window and froze in horror as Futakuchi, Atsumu, Terushima, and Taichi stood outside staring up at her. She screamed at them not to look as she reached for the curtains. She yanked too hard on one of them and a second later, she was laying on her floor with a dull throbbing on the top of her head.

“Ow, what the fuck!” She groaned as she rubbed it. She looked up and noticed her curtain rod gone and could only assume what happened. Moments later, Terushima burst into her bedroom with rosy cheeks and wide eyes.

As soon as he saw her, still topless, he clenched his eyes closed and maneuvered towards her, reaching his hands out for her to help her stand.

“Baby are you okay? Is your head alright?” He asked as she grasped his hand. He pulled her up and she covered her chest with her arms.

“I’m fine, dummy.” She said, pulling her bed t-shirt back on. She was so embarrassed.

“Are you sure? I can take you to the doctor if you want? Just to make sure your brain doesn't look like- mush or something! Or to make sure you're not concussed!” (Y/n) pried his hands from his face and shook her head at him before exiting her room, him trailing behind her like a puppy.

“Good morning. Nice boobs.” Atsumu said as she entered the living room. Taichi smacked him.

“I told you fucking not too!”

“OW! And I didn’t listen!”

“Clearly.”

“Thank you, Atsumu. Can we forget that happened? Please?” She asked, her face burning in embarrassment.

Sure, it’s happened before when she’s accidentally exposed herself to a group of guys. But it was her boys back at Seijoh that she’d known for years and these boys have only been in her life for around 6 months. She loved them to death, but still.

“Sure, we’ll forget. As long as you play a few rounds of Mario Kart with us.” Futakuchi said, not glancing up from his phone. She shrugged.

“Why not.”

(Y/n) and Terushima sat down on the floor next to each other as Atsumu excitedly passed out controllers.

Taichi was sitting out, opting to work on an assignment he needed to get done before noon. So Atsumu, (Y/n), Teru, and Futakuchi played.

Terushima chose to play as Princess Peach.

Atsumu chose Bowser.

Futakuchi chose Waluigi.

And (Y/n) chose Diddy Kong.

Terushima scoffed as he noticed what character (Y/n) chose. She looked at him, a smirk on her face cause she already knew why he was mad.

“Got something to say, pretty boy?” She asked. He rolled his eyes but smiled at her.

“Just- fucking Diddy Kong? Really?”

“You’re just mad because I kick your ass with a shit character. Get over it, baby boy.” She teased and Futakuchi gagged.

“Can you keep the sexual tension between you two to a minimum, please?” The couple looked at each other, then at Futakuchi, then to Atsumu who was watching with wide eyes, and then back at each other.

“Oh Princess Peach, I’d love to fuck you right now,” She said, deadpanned in a deeper voice.

“Oh Diddy Kong! What would Mario think?” Terushima replied in a high pitch, girly voice.

“Mario doesn’t need to know. He’s off fucking-” She glanced at Futakuchi. “He’s off fucking Waluigi anyways.” Futakuchi groaned.

“Oh my god stop it, you two are so annoying.” He groaned as the first race loaded on the screen. They were in Moo Moo meadows.

(Y/n) was in the lead at first, followed closely by Atsumu who was third, then by Futakuchi at fourth and Terushima at tenth. He kept whining as she hit cows on the track but no one pitied him, he just really sucked at the game.

“God I can’t wait to get to Rainbow Road. Terushima won’t even make it past the first lap,” Atsumu said as Terushima fell into last place and was lapped by both (Y/n) and Atsumu who were now in first and second.

They played the game in serious concentration for about an hour or so before the first fight over a blue shell broke out.

It was a tight race and (Y/n) was in first, followed by Taichi who had swapped with Terushima who gave up with a pout and suddenly she was in last place because a blue shell absolutely obliterated her. Taichi laughed as he took first and everyone gasped at the suddenly new development.

“Holy shit, Tai. You’re a damn savage.”

“She’s gotten first all but twice this entire time you’ve been playing. Things needed to change,” He shrugged and (Y/n) glared at the screen.

“Holy shit princess, he- WOW! Teach me your ways, Taichi!”

“I hate this game. I quit.” (Y/n) lost the race and shoved her controller into Terushima’s hands before pouting as she walked towards her bathroom to get ready for the day.

She could hear the boys laughing behind her and she smiled.

She really did love them.

Thanks again for 100 followers guys... I really love and appreciate you all.

Idk how to express my love and appreciation and I just-

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lemonlushff-iy · 4 years

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Summary: Kagome comes home to Montana from her new life in California…only to be greeted with hostility and the demons of her past. Some mistakes can never be forgiven. She just hopes that maybe this one can.

Story inspired by Clearwillow’s “New Moon Ride”, written with permission and for the March 14, 2020 White Day celebration…and slowly uploaded much sooner…

Read parts 1-6 here

One Last Ride - Part Seven

"Hey kid," Inuyasha grinned, grabbing Souta around the shoulders and mussing up his hair.

"Aw hell, do you have to do that," Souta groaned, struggling to get free and causing Inuyasha to let out a deep, full-bodied laugh.

"A'course I do," he grinned cheekily, and Souta sighed, figuring there was no point in fighting the much older and stronger man. When Inuyasha let him go, he watched the young man run his fingers through his black locks, trying to fix his hair at least a little.

"You smell like shit," Souta griped, and Inuyasha smacked lightly upside the head.

"Watch your language - you're too young ta start saying that shit."

"Yeah? And what about you?"

"I'm older, wiser, and my Ma ain't in the house over there," he smirked, tilting his head to the side.

"Rub it in," Souta grumbled, leading Inuyasha over to their truck, and he chuckled again as he hopped into the passenger side, letting Souta drive. The truck rumbled to life and Souta rolled down the windows, cranking up the country music in the car so it blared out the windows.

"Not too loud," Inuyasha chided, folding his ears flat as he turned the radio down a little, and Souta grinned sheepishly at him as he put the car in drive.

"Sorry," he apologized as they headed down the Higurashis' long and winding driveway towards the main road.

"It's fine Squirt," Inuyasha smirked, and Souta shot him a withering look.

"When are you gonna stop calling me that?"

"When you're taller."

"That's what you always say."

"That's 'cause I'll do it when you're taller."

"When is that exactly? What's tall enough for you? Kagome already thinks I'm almost as tall as you now."

Inuyasha's smile faded a little as he thought about what Souta had said. He had always been a small, little kid. The baby...but...he really wasn't a baby anymore, was he?

Souta didn't climb up trees and get too scared to come back down from them, needing him to come and get him. He didn't race over to him to show him the lastest trading card he got at school or the newest hot wheel he had received for a good grade.

He was eighteen now. A man by most standards...and he was almost as tall as he was now.

When the hell had that happened? When the hell had Souta grown up?

He shook his head and sighed before admitting, "yeah...I guess you are now, huh? You aren't a kid anymore are ya?"

"Getting sappy?" Souta teased.

"Nah. Just...feelin' old."

"Well…"

"Hey!"

"You started it!" Souta defended, and Inuyasha barked out a laugh, his eyes twinkling.

"Yeah...I did…Hey...listen kid," he began, figuring now was as good a time as any to bring up tomorrow. "Kagome told me that you want me ta come ta graduation tomorrow?"

Souta glanced nervously at him, suddenly apprehensive.

"I would," he confirmed warily, "Is...that ok? Since Kagome is coming too?"

"Yeah," he breathed out in a loud puff. "Kagome and I talked about it a little. We both love you, and want to be there for your big day. We're adults now...we can put the past behind us. So if you want me too—"

"—Of course I want you to!" Souta immediately interrupted. "I was just too nervous to ask you about it. I thought…"

"Yeah. I know. But you thought wrong."

"Do you wanna come with us? We were gonna go down in Kagome's rental."

Inuyasha whistled long and low at that.

"Might need to. Kagome doesn’t know how to drive that thing!"

"You shouldn't do that without a spotter," Inuyasha chided as Kikyo stood on the balls of her feet on the top rung of the ladder, trying to hang a banner.

After Souta had dropped Inuyasha off at his family's ranch, he had worked there for a few more hours helping with the livestock before showering and taking the sedan into town. Once there, he only had a few minutes to spare to drop it off at Dave's Auto Service before he needed to be at the high school auditorium to help set up for graduation.

Kikyo had taken the lead this year for preparations, and when they had spoken about it in passing, she had casually mentioned that they were down a few hands. One teacher, Jackson Humphrey, was out with a horrible stomach bug, and Erica Welch was out on maternity leave.

The extra set of hands was greatly appreciated, and his strength and speed would easily make up for the missing help.

"Probably not," she agreed, "but I didn't want to bother anyone."

"Please. Bother," he chuckled, coming to take hold of the ladder as she continued to struggle to mount the banner. "I wouldn't want you ta fall and break your neck."

"And if I did? Would you come visit me in the hospital?"

"I dunno...it's a hell of a drive. If you wanted to get me alone, there are much easier ways of going about it," he flirted, and her airy giggle filled the auditorium.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Like buying me a drink at the Rusty Bucket tonight," he grinned back.

"Mmm...that does sound easier," she grinned back, her red lips perfectly framing her white teeth.

He couldn't help but notice how lovely she looked today. Her stick straight, waist length, black hair had been tied up to keep her it from falling into her eyes as she worked. She wore a white t-shirt and a red pair of shorts with a girly bow in the front. He didn't know how, but they showed off her shapely legs in a way he had been ashamed to say he had paused to admire a few too many times today. She was cute, and easy going, and he could tell that she was ready for a break from teaching for a few months.

Inuyasha smiled as she finally attached the banner to the wall and let out a small sound of victory before climbing down a few rungs to get the other corner.

If he were being honest with himself, Kikyo had always been lovely...going back as far as middle school. She had never really dated around however, which is why it was such a surprise when she had asked him if he would like to get coffee a few weeks back, after church.

Honestly, he thought she didn't think that much of him one way or another. She might have been a little flirty back in the day but he was so taken by Kagome that he didn't really notice. He did vaguely remember a time when he thought she had tried to kiss him when they were working on a group project for science...but she had just rolled her eyes and told him that she was getting an eyelash off of his face. He had been embarrassed and had stammered out some sort of apology and that had been the extent of her “interest” in him.

It was cute, really, when she asked him out all these years later. Her cheeks had turned bright red as she pulled him off to the side and asked him if he had any plans after, or if he was going to go back to the ranch. He said he didn't and he'd love to go for coffee. That had been their first "date", their second being a lunch at Ottwell's, which was when she had mentioned needing help.

Though it wasn't really labeled as such...tonight could be seen as their third date.

He was a little nervous and excited for it. He still felt awkward on dates when he thought of them as such. He had spent his youth with Kagome, so dating had been a challenge after they had broken up.

Sure he had...and he had been to the rodeo before at this point...ridden a filly, if you will...but it hadn't been easy and he'd been damn insecure about the whole thing. He hadn't known where to place limbs and heads had smacked into each other as he fumbled, trying to figure out what to do...that first time had been an...experience, to say the least.

It had also been a challenge feeling like he could finally date again without having this twisted voice in the back of his head whispering that he was betraying Kagome.

She had fucking left him damnit! He deserved to move on, and he sure as hell wasn't betraying anyone. If anything, Kagome should feel like she was betraying him!

That was the problem with being a dog demon though.

The unshakable sense of loyalty that was ingrained into him on an instinctual level.

"Two down...two to go," Kikyo cheered as she began climbing down. When her waist was eye level, he wrapped his arms around her, plucking her from the ladder and swinging her around.

She squealed in delight, holding onto his arms as her head tilted back. "Inuyasha!" she weakly protested, his name leaving her lips in a bubble of laughter. "Inuyasha, what do you think you're doing?"

He dropped her after a second and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her back against his chest.

"Nothing," he rumbled, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. "Just making sure ya don't hurt yourself."

"I don't think I'm at risk for that," she giggled, "I do think you're at risk for something, though."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Being kissed," she smiled, turning around in his arms. She nervously bit her lip before hesitantly tilting her head up and standing on the tips of her toes. He leaned his head closer, his heart nervously racing as she placed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips.

Their first kiss.

It was tentative and sweet and exploratory, and he was pretty sure he had her cherry red lipstick smeared on his lips, but he didn't care.

When she pulled slightly away from him, he rest his forehead to hers, a smile spreading across his face.

He moved away from her after a moment and she nervously bit her lip, looking up at him through her lashes as her cheeks heated.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," she admitted nervously.

"I probably don't," he agreed. "Why don't you tell me?"

Her cheeks only somehow got redder before she whispered, "since middle school."

He felt like he had just been sucker punched in the gut.

"W-wai-what?" He stuttered, blinking hard.

"You really didn't know," she asked, blushing even harder. "Inuyasha, I've had a crush on you for years…"

It felt like his brain stopped functioning. How had he never known? How had never suspected?

Wait a second…

"You did try to kiss me in middle school!" He blurted out, the wheels in his head suddenly turning a mile a minute as he began to connect the dots of his past.

She nodded her head, averting her eyes to the side.

"Yeah. You and Kagome were fighting at the time. She wanted to go to the dance and you didn't, and you were complaining about it…"

"So I wasn't crazy!"

"No," she replied, looking away. "It...it wasn't my proudest moment. I never should have...but I just liked you so much but you didn't see me and…"

"Hey...it's ok," he reassured her as she began to spiral. "It's all in the past now. Kagome and I haven't been together for years. Don't worry about it," he soothed, and she nodded her head.It should bother him. He knew it should...and maybe it did bother a small piece of him...but this was in the past. They were no more than fourteen, and kids did stupid shit all the time.

He wasn’t about to let the impulsive mistakes of a a girl who couldn’t even drive yet affect his view of the woman who stood before him now.

"Listen...why don't you let me get this banner up, and then why don't we get outta here? Sound good?"

"Yeah."

Inuyasha pushed his empty plate to the side, taking a sip of his beer as he waited for Kikyo to return from the bathroom. Their date had been going pretty well so far. The conversation had been flowing smoothly, and Kikyo was very interested in hearing about his life and learning more about him...and he felt the same way about her.

It had been years since he had seen her regularly, outside of church, of course, and it was kinda nice. Like catching up with a friend, almost.

But he knew that the point of a date wasn't to catch up. It was to see if you were compatible and if you wanted to explore a relationship with the other person.

So far, he had to admit that he wasn't completely opposed to the idea.

Kikyo was smart, loved children, and was sweet and understanding...not to mention very attractive.

He was curious to see where this would lead.

Kikyo slid back into their booth across from him, greeting him with sparkling eyes and a cherry red smile.

"So I was thinking," she began, drumming her fingertips excitedly on the table top. "We should play a drinking game."

Inuyasha arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms on the table top as he leaned forward, intrigued.

"Yeah?"

"Why not? It will be fun! Come on Yash!"

His spine stiffened at the name and his expression must have betrayed his feelings.

"I...Oh...Inuyasha, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it…" she apologized, looking down at her hands.

"It's fine," he internally grimaced. "Yeah. Sure. Let's play a game. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, this is a date," she began, pausing nervously to see if he would refute her assumption. When he didn't, she continued. "So...I was thinking we could play that drinking game in Game of Thrones. You know. Tyrion's game."

"Remind me of the rules," he grinned, placing his hands palm up on the table.

"I make a statement I think is true about you. If I'm right, you drink and I get to make another statement. If I'm wrong, I drink and you have to ask me a question," she explained, placing her hands into his.

"Sounds dangerous," he purred, his thumbs rubbing her knuckles. "Who asks first?"

"Is that a yes then?"

"Absolutely," he smirked, and she beamed back at him.

"Alright...how about I start us off? Your favorite color is red."

"That's an easy one," he grinned as he let go of her hand, taking a sip of his beer.

"I had to start off easy," she teased. "I need to get you drunk enough before I can start asking the fun questions."

"You have fun questions in mind?"

"Of course I do," she smirked back. "Alright...let's see...You prefer beer over wine."

He took another sip.

"That doesn't mean I won't drink wine though," he clarified.

"How about you like whisky more than bourbon?"

He drank again.

"Are all of your questions going to be about drinking?"

"I told you - I have to work up to the fun ones," she giggled. "Alright...let's see here…" she thought aloud, tilting her head to the side. "You've never done recreational drugs."

He drank again. And again. And again until he was done with his beer. Kikyo either knew him a lot better than he thought she had, or he was just really easy to read.

"Let me get you another one," she laughed, sliding out of the booth and going up to the bar.

As soon as she left, the door opened and a small group of women walked in briefly gaining his attention. He could easily see them from his vantage point, but his nose told him he should pay a bit more attention to them than he was originally going to.

They were all Kagome's friends...and in the middle of the small group, stood Kagome herself.

His heart started racing and his palms became sweaty. Why the hell was she here? She knew he was going out with Kikyo tonight. Did she have to come here with her friends now? He gripped the table harder, as they made their way to a booth a few over from theirs, and he noticed she smelled nervous even if she didn't look it.

Did she not want to be here?

Did they drag her along?

That...he wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

"I'm back," Kikyo grinned, sitting down across from him. "Now...where were we...Oh right! You picked me those beautiful flowers earlier from your ranch," she said, slowly drawing him back to the here and now, and he drank again.

"Let's see…" she pondered aloud before her cheeks flushed. "Kagome was your first kiss."

"Everyone knew that," he groaned, drinking again.

"Ok...I'll try and make it a bit more challenging now then," she grinned mischievously. "You never had sex with her...but you wanted to."

His eyes widened, his mouth opening in shock. He hesitated, not sure he wanted her to know before he internally swore and drank again.

"I knew it!" she laughed, clapping her hands in delight. "Ok...how about this...You like to be the dominant one in the bedroom?"

"Were these the fun questions you were talking about earlier," he grumbled, taking another sip as his cheeks flushed.

"Oh I'm just getting started!" she cackled. "You haven't had sex in over three months."

God damnit...he didn’t want to admit that either.

He drank again, movement out of the corner of his eye catching his attention...and his wandering eyes caught Kikyo's attention. Kagome had stood up from the booth with her friends and had gone up to the bar, placing an order for who only knows what.

Probably some foo foo drink from California.

He probably drank more than he should have that time, and slammed his glass down a little harder than intended. The noise made Kikyo jump and Kagome turned around, her eyes widening when she saw them before lowering in shame as she turned back to the bar.

He turned his attention back to Kikyo, and saw her looking nervously at him before she tried to hide her feelings.

"Maybe we should stop playing," she whispered, looking down at her hands. "It's getting kinda late, right? And graduation is tomorrow—"

" —Ask me another one."

"Inuyasha…" she sighed. "You aren't over her, are you?"

"Drink." he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What?" she replied, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I said drink," he repeated. "Those are the rules. You made a false statement about me, so now you gotta drink."

"You're sweet, but we don't have to do this," she whispered, worrying the thin, gold bangle on her wrist, twisting it around and rubbing her fingers over the metal.

He clicked his tongue and stood up from his spot, sliding into the booth next to her.

"Inuyasha...what are you—"

He didn't let her finish, as he cupped her face and turned it towards him, leaning down to kiss her deeply, passionately. His teeth gently nipped kikyo's bottom lip, and he felt her arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer. A growl rumbled out from his chest, pleased with her response and his tongue prodded her lips, asking her for entrance.

Kikyo needed to be convinced he was over Kagome, right? That he didn't want her anymore. That he didn't still think about her. That he didn't still want her. Dream of her. Wonder how Kagome was doing in her new perfect life without him.

That he had moved on.

Was moving on.

Kagome was his past and he needed to focus on the future.

He had to.

He had to focus on a future without Kagome...because she didn't need him. And he didn't need her.

Not anymore.

Not in a long time.

He tried to pour all of those feelings into their kiss, and rejoiced when Kikyo parted her lips, granting him the permission he sought. He let out a low moan as their tongues touched, hers slipping into his mouth to explore his sharp fangs. He pulled her closer, sliding his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck as their kiss continued for a few more minutes, electrifying him to the point where he needed to push away before he gave Kikyo (and everyone else in the bar for that matter) a show he wasn't prepared for.

He leaned his head to hers, panting, pleased that she was doing this same.

"I said drink."

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Sucker - Ben Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: Your best friend, Ben Hardy, was cast as Roger Taylor, the drummer from Queen in one of the most anticipated movies of the year. You were always a sucker for drummers, and turns out, you always will be.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: hi soz about this pos - i haven't proof read this bc im lazy af, sorry about this mess i haven't written ffs or one shots in literal y e a r s

i hope u enjoy i guess AHA

Your Uber rolls up the driveway to the set where they were filming ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, the film your best friend was in. You thank the man who drove you, slid out of the backseat of the car and closed the door firmly to ensure it sealed. You walk up the drive way, large buildings fielding your view. You mention your name to the guard, hoping Ben remembered to put you on the list of visitors.

She handed you the badge with a big smile. “Enjoy your time here!”

You thank her, “Where do you go for the Bohemian Rhapsody set?”

“You turn left at the end of the street and then keep going. You’ll definitely see the sign, someone else will be able to help you there.” She points and clasps her hands together.

“Thank you again!”

You take her directions, following to the end of the street then turning left. She was right, the large sign in front of your eyes showed the four boys, with Rami Malek starring as Freddie looking towards the camera. You gaze at the photo for a few seconds, finding yourself staring at Ben. You smile as you recall the memory of finding out Ben got the part as Roger Taylor in the biopic.

He was fidgeting, something he only did when he was nervous.

“Ben, what’s up? Why are you shaking your leg so much?” You joke, hitting his leg with your foot. He looked up at you and smiled timidly.

“I find out whether I have a job for the next few months.” You looked at him in shock. Since when did he go for an audition? “I went when you were out with your mum for the day, you know, the spa day you so desperately needed - to help you de-stress from work?” You blush, not meaning to say those words out loud. “Why else do I have a drum kit in my living room?” He points to the obviously placed drum kit in the corner of the large living room.

“I just thought you were getting lessons.” You pout, crossing your arms with a small smile.

“I was, I was getting lessons so many times during the week, multiple times a day, hours at a time. They asked me if I could play drums, and I said ‘yes’, you know, like a liar. Since when did you not notice me being out almost every day for the past few weeks?” Ben chuckles, pulling your legs on top of his lap, rubbing your ankles. You smile slightly at the comment, but then you remembered why you didn’t notice as much as to where he goes.

“Since your ex-girlfriend told me that I don’t need to know your whereabouts every second of every day, since that was ‘her job’ to worry where you were all the damn time, as if she didn’t trust that you were out with friends and not another girl,” Emphasising the last few words while grumbling, you try to pull your legs off of his lap, he shakes his head and pulls them back. “Sorry that I care about my friends?” You exclaim sarcastically. Ben laughs and rubs your ankles again. “Plus! I thought you were out with friends all the time or helping your family.”

“It’s fine now, she’s out of my life and you’re the only girl I care about at the moment, well, except my mum-.” He gets cut off by the sound of his phone ringing, loud and clear.

He pushes your legs off from him and stands up with lightning speed, causing you to scoff with a smile.

“That’s gotta be my agent, I’ll be back!” He runs off into the kitchen with his phone. You give him a small salute, whispering to yourself ‘yes sir’. You stand up and walk over to the drum kit, seeing many drumsticks in the holder, the broken ones in the bin – probably from hitting the drums too hard or from frustration. You giggle at the thought of him throwing a drumstick in frustration, then feeling bad for throwing it and walking to pick it back up. That’s just the kind of person he is, honestly. You pictured him playing the drums, getting flushed at the idea of him slamming the sticks against the drums with desperation and vigour.

“Are you serious?” You heard Ben yell. You zip around to see him standing at the doorway to the living room with a gigantic smile on his face. “Thank you very much! I’ll see you next week!” He concludes and ends the phone call. He throws his phone to the couch and raises his hands, in accomplishment. “I got the role! I get to play Roger Taylor in the new Queen biopic!”

“You’re playing Roger Taylor?!” You scream with him, running to throw yourself into his arms, he wraps himself around you, placing a kiss on your head. You can feel his heart racing and he’s shaking. He didn’t think to mention he was playing one of the band members in your favourite band? Idiot, he is, isn’t he? He knew you loved drummers.

“Fuck yeah I am, I thought I botched the second audition! I’m so fucking excited!”

You saw many people running around with props and papers, people hanging onto their phones for dear life as they run from building to building. You walk slowly up to one of the entrances of the many buildings surrounding you. You look behind you, admiring how chaotic this whole scene looked but before you know it, you’re bumping into a tall man with bouncing curly hair, causing him to drop his pages on the floor.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” You apologise, picking up the booklet before he could even register what just happened. You glance at the booklet, seeing a name and the words ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ written in large letters. “Here’s your script.” He smiles and takes the script off of you.

“Thank you for that, sorry for bumping into you.”

“No, it was so my fault! I wasn’t looking where I was walking!” You claimed, feeling heat rise up your neck from the embarrassment. “I’m just trying to find my friend, Ben Jones? Or Hardy? Whichever one he goes by now, I guess.” You scratch your neck slightly and look up at him. He has a look of surprise on his face.

“Oh! You must be Y/N L/N, right?” You nod suspiciously. “Ben’s told us so much about you! I’m Gwilym! I play Brian May,” he gestures towards the abundance of hair on his head.

“Wow! I didn’t recognise you with the hair, oh my goodness, you really do look like Brian May when he was younger,” You ponder, he smiles and gives you a nod. “Ben’s told me about you guys on the phone!”

“Here, let me take you to Ben, I’m sure we can find where he is.” He takes your hand and pulls you into the area where they were filming. You saw the cameras, the lights and the crowds of people wearing clothes you only wished would suit you. You smile as you see Ben sitting with a man with curly hair, who you assumed to be Joe and Rami. Gwilym saw them also, yelling out to them.

“Oi, Ben, your girly friend is here!”

“What?” Ben looks up from his phone, almost sprinting out of his seat as soon as he sees you. “Y/N! I can’t believe you made it!” He hugs you tightly with a grin on his face. “You didn’t say you were visiting today?”

“I did say I would visit you some time,” You choke as he squishes the air out of your lungs. He had to move into a hotel room in the city to shoot this movie. You hadn’t seen him in 6 weeks, you’d begun to miss your best friend. It didn’t bother you as much at first, you took care of Frankie at your place, it was like a little piece of Ben was still with you, but in the form of an adorable dog. But as the time went on, you felt a little lonely without him there to bag the shit out of you.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you could get off from work, I thought your boss wanted you to stay for longer hours.” He furrows his eyebrow.

“Well, I may or may not have chucked a sickie and need to go to the doctors after seeing you, because I had a massive migraine and couldn’t go into work today?” You smiled cheekily, he shook his head with a smirk.

“Only you would do that, L/N,” He put his hand on your shoulder, caressing it lightly, a soft smile played on his lips.

“Uh, Ben, are you going to introduce me to your little friend?” Joe walked up to you, curly hair bouncing as he walked. “I thought I was the only person in your life,” he adds dramatically.

“Joe, Rami, Gwilym, this is my best friend since we were in Primary School, Y/N,” Ben announces proudly.

You smile and give a small wave. “Hi guys,” you squeak nervously. Joe smiles and gives you a hug.

“Don’t you try to steal my Benny Boy away from me!” He laughs, pulls off from hugging you to hug Ben from the side. Ben stands there with a smile.

“He’s just joking, aren’t you, Joe?”

“Oh, yeah totally!” He fakes, when Ben looks away, he glares jokingly at you with a shake of his head. You giggle slightly and nod your head with a thumbs up. Ben looks at Joe, who acts like nothing happened. Ben pushes Joe’s head away with a laugh.

Rami walks up to you, his full Freddie gear on, even the teeth look amazing.

“Hello darling, how are you?”

“I’m great now! I’ve been stressed at work, but nothing like a day off to see my best friend at work!” He smiles at you, hearing his name yelled by the director and bids you a farewell. Gwilym and Joe follow suit after the director called them too. You smile awkwardly as you point at Ben’s hair.

“What’s with all this! It looks great on you!” you play with a few strands of the wig.

“Should I grow my hair out? Would it look this good?” he poses a little, flashing a blue steel, making you cackle out of pure happiness.

“Definitely not, the makeup and costume department are amazing here, oh my gosh! They’ve really made you into Roger, huh?” You point at the vest that shows his open and toned chest. How did you not notice this before?

“You think so? Well, Roger almost did a double take as soon as he saw me dressed as him from the 70’s.” Ben chuckles as you stare at him with your mouth wide open. “Hey, Y/N/N, you’re gonna catch flies if you keep your mouth like that.” He goes to close your mouth, you slap his arm.

“Roger fucking Taylor is here?” You whisper, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

“Yes, he is, as well as Brian May. They’re consultants for the movie,” He points out, rubbing his arm. “You really didn’t do much research, did you?” Ben chuckles and pushes you slightly.

“I’d like to surprise myself when the movie comes out,” You look down, but catching yourself staring at Ben’s chest. “And if I cry, you can’t judge me.”

“Ben! Stop talking to your little girlfriend and come back on set!” The director yells with a smile, causing Ben to look back and nod towards him.

“I gotta go back on set, you can just sit back and watch, I guess,” He smiles and runs back to the drum kit that’s at the back of the set. You see Gwil and Joe laughing to each other – looking in your direction. They grin at you and wave, you wave back meekly. Taking a few steps around the wires and poles, you get a better view of the stage.

You smile as you see Joe dressed as Deaky, Gwil as Brian and Rami as Freddie. They really did cast people who looked like the members in the 70’s, you feel as if you want to thank the casting directors for that sole reason. Your eyes fall back on Ben as Roger, you’ve got to admit, Ben’s hot as himself, but extremely hot as Roger too.

You shake your head as you hear the music in the background. ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ – a song you loved, it made you feel good about your body – which you didn’t feel great about in the first place, a song you can dance around in just a shirt and underwear with socks on your feet in the kitchen while cooking dinner by yourself.

You hear them stop and start the song many times, getting different takes from different angles. You switch your gaze from the camera, to the director and finally landing on the boys. Ben’s slamming the drums, looking into the makeshift crowd, singing occasionally. Your breathing stopped, struggling to swallow the saliva that seemed to pool in your mouth.

Ben caught your eye, winking at you and continuing to play the drums with all his might. He looked great, amazing, perfect – sexy even. You blushed and walked away from set, wiggling your body to the sound of the music in the background. You walked outside to get some fresh air. You fanned yourself as you nodded towards the workers who were looking at you with strange stares.

After about five minutes, you went back to the set and see Ben’s eyes light up as soon as you are in his peripheral vision. He gives one final hit to the cymbal, finishing off the song and getting up in a stance where his arm is raised with his drumsticks in his hand, a legendary grin on his face. His vest lifts and shows more of his torso, you look down stop yourself from looking at him, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Cut! Alright everybody, well done, you get an hour and a half break, use it wisely!” The director yells to the cast, pulling off the headphones, speaking to what appears to be his personal assistant. The boys walk up to you, with a girl by Rami’s side, you assume she’s Lucy.

“How was my drumming, Hun?” Ben mutters cheekily.

“It was great! Honestly, I am such a sucker for drummers.” You say with a flirty smile. He cackles and hits your shoulder with his.

“Would you like to get lunch with us?”

“Sure, why not?”

Sitting down next to Ben and Joe, Ben pulls his phone out and furrows his eyebrow. “Joe, are you fucking kidding me?” He laughs. Rami looks up from his phone, Lucy and Gwil stop talking to each other to listen.

“What happened?”

“I did nothing!” Joe exclaims.

“You took a photo of Y/N and I and posted it to your Instagram stories, you dickhead,” Ben tries to hold in his laughter as he shows you the photo. You and Ben are looking at each other, smiling and arms linked together. It says, “she took my ben away, luckily I have a ben at home :)” You cackle and put your hand over your mouth after hearing the noise come from your mouth. Embarrassed, you cover your face and let out a muffled scream.

“What the hell, Joe?” You say in between giggles and gasps.

“Hey, you two looked cute, I wanted to capture it and put it out into the world!”

“We ain’t cute, I ain’t cute,” You say, with a ‘matter of fact’ tone.

“Do you want to fight me on this, because I will,” Lucy comments, “You are freaking cute, oh my goodness! Your boyfriend must fall at your knees!”

“Oh no, I’m actually very single, and have been for a very long time.”

“For how long?” Lucy asks, genuinely curious. You look at Ben with an eyebrow raised.

“Ben, how old am I?”

“Oh, shut up, you have had many dates!”

“But I seem to scare them all off! It’s like as soon as I kind of like them, and they seem to be even slightly interested in me, they run off as soon as they meet my friends!” Ben smirks at this comment, chuckling to himself. You eye him suspiciously, “Do you have anything to do with me being single this very moment? Because when my last date met you, I went to the bathroom and he was gone when I came out!”

“I do nothing to them, I just tell them what’ll happen if they break your heart! They seem to get the point and leave,” Ben smirks, leaning back in his seat and puts his arm around your chair. You turn to him and hit his stomach. You look a little sad, Gwilym sees this and changes the subject to something that is supposed to happen on set. You keep eating, giving Gwilym a small nod to thank him. Joe pokes you slightly, you turn to him. You felt Ben move his hand to your shoulder and squeezed slightly, you put your hand on his.

“You okay? I can delete the story if you want,” he murmurs, I shake my head and give him a smile.

“No need, it’s already out there in the world, may as well deal with the consequences tomorrow.”

You’d quickly excused yourself from the set at about 7pm to get that medical certificate you needed for work, the doctor had told you to take off today and tomorrow and see how you feel after that. You’d made it back to the set before they all started to pack up and leave for the day, it was 10pm. Were you gone for that long?

Ben saw you once again and pulled you to his trailer, his wig was gone, and his costume had changed into something that was a deemed ‘appropriate’ for this century. You’d never say this out loud, but you missed the long mop of hair on his head, it did him wonders.

“You can come back to my hotel with me if you’d like, the guys and Lucy are coming back, we’re going to have a couple of drinks,�� he tells me as he pulls his leather jacket over the maroon jumper he’s wearing. He grabs his bag and heads to the door, you following shortly after him.

“Uh, I guess? I mean, the doctor gave me off tomorrow as well,” You mumble as you pull your phone out to text your boss. “Where would I sleep though?”

“With me in my bed, of course, I wouldn’t invite you to sleep at my hotel to make you sleep on couch, Love,” He pulls you close and hugs you tightly, “I’m not that much of an asshole.” He smirks and kisses your forehead.

“Ben! Are we going back to your hotel? Or might we leave you with your lady friend?” Joe yells from the other side of the road, closing and locking his trailer. He laughs loudly seeing your very clear confused expression.

“Fuck off,” He laughs, “Yeah mate, I’ll meet you there!” Ben looks back to you, with a quirked eyebrow. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think all my stuff is in here,” Quickly checking your handbag you nodded, your phone, a portable charger and your purse were all there, as well as the unnecessary pads, tampons, makeup wipes and Panadol, you can’t be too careful, can you? He nods back at you and puts his arm around you as you two walk to the car park, kissing your hair. You instantly lean into him, and you would say to him that it’s for warmth, but any excuse to get close to Ben.

You arrive at Ben’s hotel, becoming increasingly tired, just wanting to crawl up into a ball. You yawn, three times in a row, tears welling up in your eyes. You try to blink them away while sniffling. Ben looks at you with concern on your face.

“What’s wrong?” He grabs your shoulders, looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. He pushes your hair behind your ear, leaving his hand there.

“Oh! Nothing, I’m just really tired and when I yawn, I cry,” You laugh as the others burst through the door. Joe instantly turns to you, noticing the redness in your eyes.

“Ben! What did you do to this wonderful woman?”

“Nothing, she’s just tired,” he turns back to you, “Do you want to go to bed? We’ll try our best to be quiet.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll have a few drinks and then go to bed. I’ll be fine...” You trail off, yawning once more.

“You’re going to bed and that’s final,” Ben says, turning to the group. “I’ll put her to bed, you guys get started without me.” Ben drags you to the hotel bedroom, which was down the hall from the lounging area and kitchen. He didn’t bother turning on the light, the lights from the windows were enough to see the general whereabouts of everything. He bends down to his suitcase and throws you a pair of tracksuit pants and a tank top. “Change into that, it’s comfier than what you’re wearing, Sweetheart.” He points at your outfit - leggings, a black spaghetti strap top with a forest green woollen cardigan and boots.

You blush a little at the endearment, “What are you on about? Leggings are so comfy, I can’t wear any other pants out.”

“I’d rather you not wear those to bed, you deserve to change into something fresh.”

He stands in the room still, not seeming to want to leave. You stare at him with an awkward smile. “Does that mean you’re gonna leave, or…”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I’ll be outside the door, just yell out when you’re done, Love.” You quickly change into the clothes he gave you, whipping off your shirt, taking off your bra and placing it on the floor next to the bed. The pants he gave you were a tight fit, so you just took them off and placed them back into the suitcase.

You pulled the shirt down to cover yourself, being only in his shirt and underwear, you sat cross-legged on the bed, the blanket covering your legs. You call out his name, thinking for a second that he went to his friends, but when he opened the door, you smiled. He looked down at his suitcase and saw the pants tucked back in there. He looks at you - frowning.

“They were kind of tight on me, so I didn’t wear them… You were always thinner than me, Hun,” You smile.

“So, what have you got on?”

You are glad it’s dark in his room, otherwise he would see the large blush creep onto your cheeks and over your neck. “I’m just wearing my leggings,” you lie. You never even liked to wear long pants when sleeping, even he should know that by now. “Thank you for this Ben, I’ve missed you a lot.” You smile, a yawn slowing your speech.

“I’ve missed you so much as well, Love, I’m glad we got to see each other.” He walks over to you and sits on the bed. He kisses your forehead, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, staring intensely into your eyes. You can’t help but notice when his eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes that you do the seem to do the same, a light pink shading your cheeks as you notice his breathing become faster.

You tried your best to not kiss him and apparently your body heard your pleas, so to ruin the moment, you let out a huge yawn, causing you both to break contact. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “You should be going to bed, darling, you’re very tired.” He pats your cheek and stands up from the spot on the bed he was in. You nod, eyes fluttering shut as you’re still sitting up. “Love - lie down before you fall asleep,” he laughs.

“Oh yeah, that would probably help,” your head crashes down onto the pillow, almost instantly putting you to sleep. You hear keys jangle and a ripping sound, then feeling a wipe over your face. “Thanks for taking off my makeup. I’m surprised you knew they were there,” You mutter sleepily at him, he smiles down at you. Your eyes close once again while you hear a faint “I love you” come from the door, but you’re too tired to answer back.

You wake up at 3am when you roll over to the other side of the bed. Ben hadn’t occupied the other side. Your hair was all over the place and sweat covered your face and body, the blanket thrown off to the end of the bed.

You stand up, walking out of the bedroom of the hotel. Not hearing any sound come from the lounging area, you tip toe out to see Ben on his phone, watching the T.V with no noise, but with subtitles. He really did try to keep the noise minimal as possible. He must’ve sensed someone was there and whipped his head around to see you standing there, one of your hands rubbing your eyes. He let out a small chuckle at the sight of you.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty, how’d you sleep?”

You fought off saying ‘great until I felt you weren’t there when I woke up’, instead saying “It was okay, why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Eh, I haven’t felt the need to go to bed yet,” he stretched, turning off the T.V. “Now I do though,” He stands up and looks at your legs. “You were wearing leggings, my ass,” a sarcastic tone runs through his voice. You look down and shrug.

“It got really hot in the room, I took them off at one point.” You lie again, you’d bombed as soon as you got the chance, “where is everyone? I thought you guys would’ve woken me up at some point.”

“We had a few drinks, congratulated each other on a great job on set, but everyone got tired after their 3rd or 4th drink, so they all went home. I didn’t drink though, didn’t feel the need to.”

“Oh, okay,” you mumble. Ben walks up to you, towering over you, you crane your neck to look at him. “I want to go back to bed, you coming?”

“Right behind you, Love.”

You two walk back to the bedroom, you instantly crashing onto the bed and curling up, Ben chuckles as he sees you spoon the blanket, cuddling yourself into it. Ben strips to his boxers and throws them in a direction he’ll probably regret in the morning.

He gets into the other side of the bed, almost hesitantly. He looks at the way you’re situated on the bed, admiring how you can fall asleep almost instantly, anywhere. He turns to face the way you’re facing, his arms crossing against his chest as he sees your chest rise and fall.

You stir a little bit, turning yourself over so you’re facing Ben. You open your eyes and see him staring at you, smiling as you admire the way he’s looking at you. Almost as if he’s looking at you with love and adoration in his eyes. He doesn’t seem phased with you seeing him stare at you, as if he wants you to know.

You don’t notice, but he scoots closer to you, resting his hand on your cheek. His eyes flicker to your lips and eyes, back and forth constantly. He opens his mouth and lets out a desperate sigh. “Just tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he whispers, but you don’t.

You let his lips fall onto yours, gently and lovingly. You instantly move your lips against his, placing your legs between his as they twine together. He caresses your cheek, moving deeper and deeper into the kiss. You pull away to catch your breath, “Why’d you do that?” You ask with confusion.

“Did I completely misread the situation?” He breathes.

“I didn’t realise there was a situation to begin with, Hun,” you place your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating faster. He chuckles slightly, placing his hand on your waist. The movement caused you to let out a jagged breath, you swallowed thickly. You look up at him with pleading eyes, “Kiss me again?”

He didn’t answer, he immediately placed his lips in between yours, sighing in delight. He pulls your waist closer to his, you throw your leg over to the other side of his, climbing onto his lap – straddling him. The movement caused you both to deepen the kiss – the kiss that made you dizzy, that made your legs weak, made your head fuzzy. What was happening and why did you want to stay like this?

Both of his hands were placed on your waist, squeezing at times to comfort your trembling knees. One of your hands were grasping his hair, the other on his chest still – you pull slightly at his hair, causing him to let out a small moan. You smile into the kiss as you begin to pull away, his lips trying to chase yours to not end the fun you two were having. He lets out an annoyed huff as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“What are we doing?” You laugh, slightly out of breath.

“Well, I think it’s time I told you that I love you – more than a friend and I hope that you feel the same way.” He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down in a comforting way.

“That was so nonchalant – I would have been shitting myself,” You gaze at him – seeing love in his eyes, something you yearned to see from his eyes.

“Oh, I am, but I’d prefer not to show it. Especially with a gorgeous lady on my lap.”

“Well, you might be delighted to know that I actually love you too – surprisingly,” you shrug and smile.

“Well, I’m glad.”

You both had fallen asleep cuddling into each other, feeling the breaths and heartbeats of each other. By the morning, your arm was slung over his body, your leg perched into his and head on his chest – his arm under your neck and his head leaning on yours. The blinds were kept open –the natural sunlight waking the two of you up. He smiled down at you seeing you stare at his chest, your fingers tracing circles around his abs.

“Good morning, Love,” He gives you a kiss on the forehead, another on your nose and a peck on your lips. “I still have to go onto set, you want to come again?” You nod, too sleepy still to talk. He got up and before closing the door to the bedroom, he looked back to you, “I’ll let you wake up a little, I know how cranky you are in the morning – if you want a shower, just let me know. We’ll leave in an hour,” he closes the door.

You let out a small squeal as you remembered that Ben fucking Jones loves you back. You had believed the love was one sided, unrequited, unwanted. You smiled as you realise that wasn’t the case. You stood up and quickly got changed, keeping the shirt Ben gave you on. You’d thrown your hair into a messy ponytail as Ben walked in the door again, wet hair, beads of water dripping down his chest and a towel hanging low on his hips.

“I forgot my clothes - did you want a shower?” He asked, looking to you for an answer.

You’d forgotten how to talk – looking at Ben’s body, “Uh…” was all you muttered, as if you were real life buffering. You’d somehow snapped out of it, looking at him with a cherry shaded blush on your cheeks and ears. “Sorry, uh, I don’t shower in the morning, I shower at night, so I’m okay, thanks. I will need to borrow deodorant though.” You smile cheesily, “I really am a sucker for you, huh?”

“I thought it was only drummers?” A smug smile slips onto his lips.

“Oh, no, it was always you, Sweetheart,” You giggle, he walks over to you giving you quick kiss, but you wrapped your hand into his wet hair, pulling him closer. He pulled away slightly with a slightly concerned look on his face, “Do I get to call you mine now?”

“You could’ve called me yours, long ago, Jones.”

You arrived at the movie set, your hand set in Ben’s, chuckling to yourselves. Joe had seen you two walk in, immediately rushing you away from Ben. “I know why Ben kept pushing away those dates you had with those guys!” He rushes out.

“Oh really, what is it?” You say – struggling to keep from laughing. You’d realised why he didn’t let you go out with those guys last night. Ben walks up to you and wraps his arm around your waist, Joe almost goes to say something to him until he sees Ben kiss your lips.

“I’ll see you in a bit, my love, I need to get into costume, come to the makeup department when you’ve finished talking to Joe,” he smirks, kissing you one last time before walking off. Joe is pointing half heartedly with his mouth wide open.

“Well, at least you two finally sorted your fucking shit out.”

#ben hardy fluff #ben hardy!roger taylor #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy/reader #ben hardy as roger taylor #ben hardy best friends #ben hardy #joe mazzello #rami malek #gwilym lee #lucy boynton #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy one shot #bohemian rhapsody cast #bohemian rhapsody #borhap cast #bohemian rapsody movie

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bonnieisaway · 4 years

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lost my discretion

cough ow this is really bad but here’s chp 4 to my shit saiki k x reader

tw for mentions of kidnapping

chapter two | chapter three | wattpad link

"S-Saiki..?" (L/n) asks, shakily as she sits on the ground behind the boy. He had suddenly appeared out of thin air, separating the girl and the body in front of Saiki. "Wh-wha...h-how did you..?"

He had teleported, obviously, but the weeping girl behind him didn't necessarily understand. Saiki cursed himself under his breath. There wasn't any way to get out of this one.

Saiki sighed in frustration. It was a simple Saturday morning, but something was annoying. He had had the same stupid prophetic dream and headache ever since the night where (L/n) had walked him home. It was weird, and why he had been assuming his powers were off lately, because usually there was't that much of a gap between when his dreams happened and, well, when it actually happened. The volcano- as much as he hated to think about it- didn't count really, it was only so long ago because he had rewound the Earth fuck knows how many times.

The answer was 6. But, we don't talk about that.

He had no choice but to shake it off as his mother called him down for breakfast. Walking down the stairs he tried his best to clear his mind, sitting at the table and ignoring the idle chatter his mother and father started.

(L/n) was a strange girl. Everything about her seemed contradictory. She was average, yet unique in a way that seemed to keep Saiki guessing, somehow- it felt like there were parts of her unknown. Which was odd, since, he could literally read her mind. Hell, even from where he sat now, if he tried hard enough he could hear her thoughts.

Or, well, dreams. She liked to sleep in.

Regardless, that wasn't all. She carried herself as if she was nothing special- and even then acknowledged by some very wrong people as such- but she was talented and beautiful. An average girl who was unique. Part of Saiki supposed everyone was like that, really. Another part of him supposed there was something different. Other than that that hid within her that he was curious of.

Very rarely was Saiki curious. Very rarely did people manage to hide things from Saiki Kusuo.

Of course, there were things like Nendo, and bugs, that were completely unreadable. But you were complex. He heard your thoughts, yes, but you never turned to stone without his glasses and his x-ray vision never worked on you. It was, well, confusing. Emotions that Saiki didn't necessarily understand.

"Ku, are you alright? You haven't touched your food..." Saiki's mother, Kurumi, fretted.

Saiki blinked for a second. He had zoned out. "Yes... I'm fine.." He sighs, finally picking up his spoon and digging into his coffee jelly. Who needed anything else? Coffee jelly makes all your problems go away.

What? Don't look at him like that. You're reading an x reader fanfiction. He can use coffee jelly as a stress coping mechanism all he wants.

Kurumi looks at his doubtfully before sighing. 'I really do hope he's okay..' Her thoughts echoed. Saiki sighed, finishing his food and excusing himself from the table, walking back up to his room.

He figured he'd read a book. Play that one game he never finished. Something enjoyable. he doesn't want to waste a perfectly fine Saturday fretting about nothing.

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As you woke up slowly, you heard your phone vibrate on the stand next to your bed. You sighed. Who wanted what this early in the morning..? You rubbed your eyes with one hand and grabbed the phone with the other.

Oh. It's 1pm. It's not that early. You just really, really like sleep. You unlock your phone, which is an unholy level of bright, to find a text from an unfamiliar number

???

Heey! I got your number from Chiopipi.

...Who, got it from Teryukoko.. ehhe..

(Y/n)

..uh.. who's this??

???

Oh, sorry! It's Aiura Mikoto.

I'm in ur class?? lol

(Y/n)

oh! you're the gyaru with the crystal ball right??

Aiura Mikoto

That's me! haha

Teryukoko was planning to have all us girls hang at her house tmrw

Her brother's gonna be out of town and her parents are off on some business trip

So it's just us

You in???

(Y/n)

..yeah sure why not

Aiura Mikoto

Lit!!! I'll text you the details tmrw

Read, 1:32pm

You set your phone down on your bedside table again and sighed. Well, that was your plans for tomorrow. But you had absolutely nothing to do today. You eyed your bag in the corner of the room.

Nope. Absolutely nothing. Nada. None.

You swung your legs over your bed and sat up, head dizzying and vision blurring momentarily from the swiftness of the motion. You sighed, standing and walking off..you had to take care of yourself, for once. Get dressed, brush your hair, your teeth, blah blah... you get the point.

The day goes by slowly, a steady day of jamming to your tunes and doing work. And totally not watching Netflix. Nope. But eventually the steadily changing light of the sun setting begins to noticeably change the lighting of your living room until the sun is still barely left straddling the horizon.

You stare out the window until you turn, grabbing your shoes and hoodie, slipping them on and grabbing your keys and phone as you leave your apartment, locking it behind you. You weren't sure why.. but something told you to go outside. Take a walk. Vibe in the loneliness of the playground. You'd be fine, I mean, Japan has an awfully low crime rate, doesn't it?

Yeah.. It does.. you remember your mother hovering over your shoulder as you researched the country while still in America. Your father nonchalant about the decision but inside he cared. A lot. His baby would move across the world. Your sister, jealous but proud. You were always the smarter of the two. She was an adrenaline junkie who valued smarts last.

Walking along the empty and quiet streets oddly reminded you of her. She was a type of girl who would run down these streets screaming for some demon to come eat her ass while you laughed in disappointment behind her. Sometimes, if you close your eyes hard enough..

Sometimes you could see her running.

Sometimes, when you closed your eyes, you saw the day you lost them instead. It's hard to shake.. your bruised and broken sister holding your hand in a hospital bed as heart dropped and the doctors came in like a SWAT team.

It was really hard to shake that thought away from your head.

You had lost your family a while ago now. Just before you started your first year at PK Academy. See, the original plan was you were going to study at PK and live in Japan while your family in America dealt with most expenses. When they died, there was a new plan offered, mainly out of sympathy. Your living situation was paid by the school as you attended. As long as you kept your grades high, they would pay. Once you were out of PK Academy, then you're on your own.

You shook the thought from your head- or at least tried- as you arrived at your destination, the playground. You kicked rocks littered around under the light of the light post that's near. You're not really sure why you came here. Nostalgia? Wanting to vibe? Bored? Who knew.

It's when you're staring up at the cloudy night sky you feel a tight grip on your wrist, causing you to nearly scream before snapping around. It's a man, obviously older than you, accompanied by his friend, grinning happily.

"Hey, you lost, girlie?" He asks, curiously. You shake your head furiously, mind racing. You did not want to die. Nor get kidnapped. Or anything else like that. "What are you doing out here all alone? It's late, you know."

You don't respond. His grip tightens, and you know it's going to leave a mark. "Let me go."

"You didn't answer my question." His face falls. His buddy behind him pulls up his hood, obscuring his already shadowy face. You feel yourself tremble, and when you look down, you see your fingers shaking like an earthquake tremor.

"I don't have to." You argue, tugging against his grip. "Let me go." You keep a stern face but you're panicking. You want to scream. Cry. You tell yourself you're stronger than this- hell, you work out with fucking Hairo sometimes, of all people, and everything is telling you to knee this man straight where the sun doesn't shine and run away but the fear has you rooted still.

There's a second, where he's going to say something back, and you feel him start to raise your arm up so he can tug you closer, but it stops when a certain force appears suddenly between you and the man, plus his friend, knocking you away and promptly letting you fall on your ass. Ouchie.

You stare up at the object and when you recognize the stature, the bright pink hair, and weird hairpins, you realize it's Saiki. "S-Saiki..?" You ask, staring up at him. "Wh-wha...h-how did you..?"

He turns his head back towards the two men, both as shocked as you are. "Close your eyes." He tells you, and you can't tell if it's soft or stern. A wavering mix of both. You listen to him, and when you're given the signal to open them, both men are gone.

"Whe-"

"Don't ask." He spins his body to you and holds out a hand. You shakily take it, and he pulls you to your feet effortlessly. You're shaking so much you can't help but fall forwards to his chest and he lets you, letting you rest for a second.

"..Thank you.." You mutter.

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You sat on the swing, swinging your legs quietly. Saiki had pulled you out of his chest and when he was going to say something you asked that he didn't- that he just stayed with you here. You knew it was nonsensical, asking to stay, but you felt safer when he was with you all of a sudden. Your phone lay under your feet softly playing music and Saiki sat on the swing next to you. It was quiet- a kind of quiet where you couldn't decipher comfort or a still, awkward feeling.

You hesitate, briefly. "How did you...?" The question drifts, before you clear your throat, trying again. "How did you just appear out of nowhere?"

Saiki doesn't respond. He sat still as a statue on his swing, compared to yours, drifting back and fourth slowly, the occasional creek of the swing an undecipherable melody. It's a minute before you speak again.

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to." You look away from him and kick your feet at the ground. "..How did you know to come?"

A moment of hesitation follows, before all you hear is a quiet "precognition." It's not part of an unheard sentence, and he won't add anything more, you can tell- it's all he's willing to momentarily share. You accept the answer, humming along to your phone- quietly letting unfamiliar songs drift from the phone. He stands, suddenly, the chain of the swing jingling as the weight leaves.

"I'll take you home." He says, offering a hand. "It's late."

"It can't be.. that late." You look up at him.

"It's 2am." He argues. You sigh and hang your head, muttering an apology as you pick up your phone.

You place your hand in his, and this time it feels different. Tender and understanding, but somewhere you know he's upset that you nearly got yourself killed. You blink, and you're in your apartment, with a nauseating feeling. What the fu-

"Goodnight, (L/n)."

You hesitate. "..'night, Saiki."

He dissapears.

For a fleeting moment, your day feels like a blurry dream- you stare at your hand, steadily counting a precise 5 fingers. You're awake. You're tired, and crave your bed, but you're awake.

The pitter-patter of your feet is all you hear in your quiet apartment before you kick closed the door to your bedroom. It was late now, and if you'd ever fall asleep was a gamble.

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#saiki kusuo no psi nan #saiki k #saiki k x reader #i hate this chapter so much #and i was looking forward to writing it #for a while #and it's just. blegh #my writing #saiki kusuo #averagely unique

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lifesasickjoke · 5 years

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The Dirt

The Dirt - part 7

part 6 - part 8

Pairing: Douglas!Nikki x Reader

Word count: 2810

Chapter summary: The tension between Nikki and (Y/N) slowly rise during the tour with Ozzy Osbourne. Luckily Mick has a soft spot of (Y/N), who he sees as a daughter although would rather die than admit it, and he takes it upon himself to comfort her in dire times.

Warnings: Swearing, also ants

A new voice made itself heard. I looked past Mick to the entrance of the pool where I saw Ozzy Osbourne.

‘Let's have some fucking fun, huh?’ he said in his thick slurred British accent. He was wearing the yellow sundress that he had “borrowed” from me.

‘Morning, Oz.’ Nikki greeted.

Ozzy passed an elderly couple. ‘You guys need some drinks, eh?’

He lifted my dress up and presented his butt to them. There was a folded dollar bill stick between his butt cheeks, ready to be taken by them.

‘Well, drinks are on me.’

I wanted to hit my head against the table. I have been dealing with this the past few days too and ever since Ozzy started going out to the bars with the boys they have come even more uncontrollable and Ozzy is not a fun drunk.

The people around the pool groaned when they saw what he was doing.

‘Take it. Go on!’ Oz insisted, wriggling his butt around ‘it's like a piggy bank in there.’

The couple, of course, didn't take it and Ozzy gave up eventually and lurched his way over to the band.

‘Drinks are on me! Drinks are on me-’ he called out to his audience.

‘Morning, Oz.’ Tommy said, nodding, but never stopping his giggling.

‘I'll take a refill.’ Nikki laughed, lifting up his glass. Ozzy smiled wickedly and stopped in front of him to lift my dress up again. I looked away, not daring to see if he had more dollar bills tucked away.

The boys groaned in disgust, but I heard micks sadistic chuckle.

‘Gross.’ Tommy cried as Oz stumbled away towards the lifeguards' chair and attempted to climb it.

Nikki started laughing again, ‘I gotta hand it to you, Oz. All these years, and you’re still keeping up with us kids.’

‘Keeping up with them?’ Oz questioned.

‘I've fuckin’ lapped you, mate.’

The boys chuckled to themselves.

‘Now come here and have a talk with your uncle Oz.’ he said, motioning for the band to come to gather beneath his claimed pool chair.

‘Come on. Come on. And bring the girlie.’ he nodded at me. Nikki turned around and held out his hand for me. I sighed deeply and got up. I pulled the towel tighter around as I grabbed his hand and let him lead me to Ozzy.

‘Now,’ he began, ‘this is your first real tour, right?’

The boys nodded.

‘I want you to be careful,’ Ozzy warned, ‘have fun, but know when to say when.’

His bright expression seemed to turn serious, and a bit more regretful. I bit the inside of my cheek, heeding his words. I can't say the same for the others, though.

‘’Cause a life full of booze, drugs, and unprotected sex is only gonna fuck you up, man. I mean, you take it too far, and you'll go fucking mad!’ he pulled at his hair and spat the last sentence.

Nikki, Tommy, and Vince didn't take him seriously enough. They were still laughing.

Nikki’s laughing shook his whole body and mine as Oz slid off his pool chair and fell to the ground. The boys tried to catch him, but he waved them off.

‘Give me a straw. I fancy a bump.’ he said as he regained his balance.

I closed my eyes silently praying to the lords above to save me from this hell. I rested my head on Nikki's chest in frustration.

‘’We’re all out of blow, dude.’ Tommy said.

‘Man we're out.’ Vince sighed sadly.

Nikki didn't say anything. He was a little occupied with the blush rising to his cheeks when he noticed (Y/N) snuggling into him.

‘I said I want a bump.’ Ozzy repeated a bit cross.

‘Straw, please.’ he held his hand open at Tommy, who reluctantly shook his straw from his drink free of the alcohol and then handed it over with a little ‘okay.’

Ozzy smiled wickedly at the boys and winked at me.

He got down onto his knees and snorted up the trail of ants that were crawling across the concrete floor with one single gigantic snort.

‘Oh, fuck.’ Vince groaned. I stepped further away from the ant line with my nose scrunched up in disgust. Nikki's arm loosened its hold on me as he doubled forwards laughing.

Oz stood back up.

‘You think you’re ready for that, man?’ he generally asked the group. We were all silent.

‘Do ya?’ Ozzy repeated and flicked his straw at Vince.

‘Do you think you're ready for that?’ Oz repeated, walking a few steps forwards and rolling scrunching the front of my dress up over his hips, then began to pee everywhere.

The people enjoying their holidays around the pool gasped at the sight. Ozzy didn't seem to notice them or care, he instead began to whistle.

‘Sorry!’ Tommy shouted at the attractive women across the pool, who were gagging at the sight. They had to witness the front part of him, but the sideline view wasn't so great either. I uncomfortable fiddled with the straps of my swimsuit under my towel.

Oz finished pissing and turned back to us, letting my dress fall back down.

‘Everybody else has a drink.’ he raised his eyebrow and bent down again.

The boys laughed hysterically, and I nearly vomited at the sight. Ozzy was lapping up his own piss and from the side of the pool, all the hotel guests were in equal distraught.s

‘You're a god, dude!’ Tommy shouted, bowing down to Ozzy as he got back up.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.

‘You can keep the dress, Ozzy.’ I bit my tongue in disgust.

He smiled at me, ‘thank you, love. It really shows off my legs. I can see why you liked it so much’ he hummed.

Nikki subconsciously tightened his hold on me in a protective manner. He could always tell that I wasn't the most comfortable around Oz, but that didn't mean he couldn't show off how bold and daring he was.

‘Pfft, I could do better than that’ he challenged, whispering into my hair.

Nikki removed his arm from around my shoulders and untucked his shirt from his pants.

‘Crazy fucker.’ he challenged Oz, ‘watch this.’

Mick and I realized way too soon what he was going to do.

‘Oh, Nikki-’ Mick groaned.

‘Nikki, please don't!’ I begged, but he either didn't hear me or ignored me altogether.

My teeth ground against each other as I spun on my heel and briskly walked away. I didn't want to see any more of these childish competitions or dares from the boys any more today.

‘If anyone needs me I'll be in my room.’ I grumbled, specifically to Mick as I passed him, already hearing the cackling from the rest of the boys behind me.

Nikki was pushed aside by Ozzy as soon as he tried to bend down, who repeated his action from before. Nikki was half expecting (Y/N) to catch him, but she wasn't there. His laughing stopped as he spun on the spot looking for her.

‘Nik, you're a fucking idiot.’ Mick rolled his eyes at him before he walked off after her.

Three sharp knocks came from the door.

‘Who is it?’ I called out, rubbing the wetness of my hair out with a towel.

‘It's me.’ answered the gruff voice belonging to Mick. I walked over and opened the door to let him in.

Mick and I locked eyes for a few seconds before he sighed and stretched out his arms. My brows furrowed in confusion, and he sighed again.

‘It’s a hug, kid. You look like you need it.’

Reluctantly, I accepted it. Mick awkwardly patted my back before he broke the hug a few seconds later and went over to the small kitchen part of my hotel room, while I slumped back down on the bed, finding the page that I left off on in my book last night. But I couldn’t focus on it.

Hearing the clattering of cups and instantly getting a waft of coffee made me smile at how out of character this was for Mick. It calmed me to know that not all of my boys had failed me.

Or maybe he was just as sick of them as I was.

My thoughts were interrupted when he came over to me, handing me a cup and keeping one to himself as he sat beside me.

‘Alright. Tell Uncle Mick everything.’ he prompted.

I scoffed, ‘about what?’

‘Well, you’re obviously upset.’ he said.

I didn't reply, I just watched the coffee swirl around in my cup. I didn't have the heart to tell him I needed a hell lot of sugar and milk to be able to drink this.

‘Is it Nikki?’ he quietly asked.

I nodded slowly. Almost like I was embarrassed.

‘Go on.’ he asked.

I bit my lip and answered in a small voice.

‘I dunno man. When we were younger, he wouldn’t survive a day without seeing me. And before you call me out on being narcissistic, I could tell you about the time he knocked out the social workers at our orphanage after trying to sneak into my room because he hadn’t seen me all day.’

Mick jokingly making a gagging gesture.

‘I’m here to help you, not to hear a sappy romantic comedy.’

‘Alright, fine.’ I snorted.

‘Basically, he’s been like that for the majority of our lives together but ever since he formed the band, it’s like he barely has any time for me anymore. Which I get and I’m so happy that you guys have made it so far together, but it just seems like he’s better off without me.’

Mick nodded at me in understanding, taking a long sip from his coffee before answering.

‘It’s the drugs, I tell you.’

I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose.

‘That’s another thing. God, I’m terrible for letting it get this far.’

'Chill, dude, it’s just the whole rock and roll thing. He’ll grow out of it.’ Mick reassured.

‘Or he’ll grow more into it.’ I bit my lip, my mind rushing through the possibilities of what could happen, each one making my heart race faster.

I knew I should have stopped Nikki when I first noticed him starting to take drugs.

I should have told him how many topics of drugs meant to me.

I should have told him from day one that I'm scared he would get himself killed, like my parents. I should have come clean about what the drugs mean to me.

I seemed to have stumped Mick because he didn’t say anything for a while. We just sat in silence, sipping away at our coffee while I sat wallowing in fear.

‘Fuck, Mick, I have no idea what to do. I’m so scared I’m gonna lose him.’ I realised.

He put his hands up ‘Don’t ask me, I have no fucking clue how this love shit works.’

‘I- I didn’t mean it in that sense.’ I stammered

‘Yeah. Sure.’

I felt like slapping him when I heard the mocking tone in his voice.

‘If I were you, I’d be more surprised that Nikki doesn’t know that you've fallen for him,’ he continued.

‘And it’s fuckin’ annoying to be in the same room as you two and the sexual tension.’

‘The fuck am I supposed to do about that?’ I spat back, blushing madly.

‘Honestly, kid, just tell him. Tell him that you’re worried and that you want him to slow down on the drugs.’

I knew he was right but God, I felt so weak. I could never bring up a subject like that out of the blue. And I knew for a fact that Nikki wouldn’t listen to me. He never did nowadays.

The familiar tight feeling in my throat made its way back as I frantically blinked back the tears prickling in my eyes before they threatened to spill again. I forced out a laugh to try and shake them off.

‘And then there Oz. I mean that was one of my favourite dresses. I didn’t even want him to take it, but Nikki spoke for me and said it was fine. It’s like he doesn’t know me anymore!’ I complained, effectively hiding my rapid breathing.

‘Hey, it’s gonna be okay.’ he did notice the rapid change in my breathing and tried to calm me down.

I tried to smile at him, but all that came out was a single teardrop.

‘Jeez, kid. C’mere.’ he muttered. He stretched out an arm around my back and squeezed my shoulder. My head automatically fell on him.

‘Just saying, Mick, I was perfectly fine by myself. I was just gonna go to bed and sleep and forget about life for today.’ I mumbled miserably.

‘Damn, you're like a clone of me,’ he scoffed, ‘which just proves to me that you’re lying. And the number of times you’ve fuckin’ pestered me, asking me if I was okay-’

‘That’s ‘cause you look like you're constantly conflicted between killing all of us or yourself.’ I laughed, happy that the mood was lightening already.

‘Please, I always look like that.’ he scoffed.

‘And I'm starting to get an idea of who my first victim is’

He smirked and it scared me a little, and I guess it was clear that I was confused.

‘Jesus, you don't have much going on in there, do you?’ he said, poking my forehead jokingly as I giggled.

‘But if Nikki doesn’t come to his fucking senses soon and he suddenly disappears one day, keeps the cops away from me.’

‘Thanks Mick’ I told him after a fit of laughter.

‘Anything for you, kiddo’

I heard knocking at the door, followed by a voice calling out my name. Nikki’s voice.

I shouted ‘It’s open.’ in reply as Mick turned to me to say ‘here’s your chance.’

Nikki stood on the other side of the door with a look of sincerity, but I could tell that it was soon long gone after he saw my head on Mick’s shoulder.

‘Oh, hey Mick. Surprising seeing you here. (Y/N) prefers to be alone whenever she’s...uh...not feeling well.’

Embarrassed that I hadn’t done so earlier, I quickly wiped the tears on my cheeks. As if he would be less concerned that way.

‘Yeah, well no one likes being alone. But you wouldn’t know that, you’ve got her to take care of you. We’ve all got her to take care of us. Who does she have?’ mick said.

I lifted myself off his shoulder to give him a look of warning, but also a silent thanks. It was nice to know that I was appreciated around here.

‘Well, we have each other. Always have, always will.’ Nikki scoffed, the cockiness in his voice irritating me more.

‘Isn’t that right, (Y/N/N)?’ Nikki repeated after I didn't support his statement.

‘Uh, yeah. Yes, always.’ I tried to say without any uncertainty. I saw Mick roll his eyes, so I nudged him to keep him from saying anything.

‘Anyway, you guys wanna join me and the rest of the boys again? We’re planning to go to a strip club.' Nikki asked tightly. His gaze hardened and his fist clenched as he cooly leaned against the door frame.

Was he mad at me for being unsure?

‘Yeah, why not. I could go for another drink.’ Mick replied, grunting as he got up from the bed slowly.

‘(Y/N)?’ Nikki motioned with his head as a “let's go”.

‘Fuck no, you know I’m never going to a strip club again after last time.’ I declined.

‘Oh. Right. Well, I’ll call you for breakfast in the morning then.’ Nikki curtly nodded.

‘It’s okay, I can get there myself. I know you’ll sleep through the alarm, like always.’ I tried to joke, mostly to lift my own spirits up rather than make Nikki seem less suspicious.

But it didn’t seem like he cared anyway.

A few years ago, he would’ve stopped at nothing to make sure I was okay, whether I told him what the problem was or not. Hell, he seemed to know that I wasn’t my normal self way before I did.

After hearing the two boys walk out and the door shut, I flopped down on my bed, tears stinging my eyes again as I thought about what Nikki and I used to be and what we could’ve been. I felt twelve again, where I first came to realise these feelings that I had for Nikki were more than what you’d feel for your best friend.

Frustrated, I turned to my left side and squeezed my eyes as tight as possible, trying to shut out the thoughts at began to cloud my mind.

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goingwiththewind · 4 years

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Rewrite the Stars Ch. 1

A/N: Here’s the next chapter...once again this story is already on Wattpad from the Prologue to Chapter 7 so I’ll give you all the link at the end of the chapter if you want to read it all the way through to Chapter 7. Spot Conlon x OC

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 1

Another Day, Another Sell

Manhattan

1899

I woke up in the middle of the night to someone crying. This wasn’t unusual, many of us were runaways looking to escape from dangerous, hellish situations while the rest of them were orphans, so it wasn’t unusual for us to have nightmares. Tonight it was Annie. Her curly red hair was unkempt and tears were streaming down her face. I walked as quietly as I could to her bunk and sat down as she crawled into my lap.

Annie was one of our newer girls — and also one of the youngest at seven. She grabbed at my shirt tightly as I stroked her hair gently. I started softly humming a nursery rhyme in her ear, trying to calm her down. “Speedy,” she whispered in a shaky voice, “Am I gonna be okay here?” I gulped, how could I promise her that?

“Yes, you’re gonna be okay.” I felt like such a liar. New York City was rough, I was just a few years older than Annie when I became a Newsie, when Spot and Jack saved my life. All we had was each other. How could I ever promise anyone that their life as a Newsie will ever be okay?

When Annie fell back asleep, I tucked her back in under the covers and made my way back to mine.

The next time I woke up it was to Miss Castellan, the landlord to the girls’ lodging house, yelling, “Up, girls! Time to sell your papers!”

“Alright, girls,” I said, “You heard Miss Castellan! Get up! Those papes ain’t gonna sell themselves!” My trusty second in command, Mints, was still asleep in her bed. I smirked as I pushed her off the bed and onto the floor.

As soon as she hit the floor, she groaned, stood up and gave me a pointed look. “There are better and nicer ways to wake a girl up.” She crossed her arms across her chest as she glared at me.

I wasn’t bothered the least. “Where’s the fun in that?” I kept smirking at her as I made my way over to the younger girls to help them.

“Hey, Little Red,” I said to Annie, “You feeling better?” She nodded shyly and Bear came over and put her arm around Annie’s shoulders. “You’re like their mother,” Mints commented, grabbing her bag of buttermints and popping one in her mouth.

“Did Race steal that for you?” I teased her and she shoved me playfully. Everyone knew that Race was sweet on her. Racetrack Higgins was one of Jack’s Newsies and my usual selling partner. When Mints didn’t make enough to buy her favorite buttermints, Race was always willing to use his five finger discount to get some for her. Me and Jack teased them a lot about it, making them both blush. “C’mon,” she said, “We’re gonna be late.”

“Hope the headline’s good,” I commented, “It took me and Race forever to sell our last pape yesterday, and you know how Race gets when the sun goes down to before he can steal his cigars.”

She chuckled, no doubt picturing it in her head. “Let’s go ladies!” Mints then yelled at the top of her lungs. We ran out of the lodging house down the block towards the boys’ lodging house. Some of us partnered with other Newsies like me selling with Race or Mints selling with Mush, but there were some that sold by themselves like Specs or Kid Blink from the boys lodging house.

“C’mon boys!” I yelled, walking in uninvited with Mints in tow behind me “You’re as slow as molasses. We’re here and we’re waiting on you.”

“You know Speedy, there’s a reason there are separate lodging houses for girls and boys,” Race said, wiping his face on a towel, obviously talking about me just barging in.

“And maybe you could try to be nicer,” Skittery said.

“There’s a reason I’m leader, Skittery,” I said, “No one has gotten far by being nice.” He gave me a look and I sent a wink Jack’s way.

“Let’s go boys!” The landlord, Kloppman, said, “Morning Bell rang ten minutes ago. Go. Go. Go.”

The boys rolled their eyes and made their way outside. Race sat on his bunk and lit his cigar. “Sheepshead or the Pier,” he asked me, blowing out the smoke.

“The Sheepshead,” I replied, “Got a ciggy?”

Race reached over to the table in between his and Finch’s bunk and pulled out a regular cigarette and handed it to me. He gave me a light and we both sat, taking drags at our vices.

“Alright,” I said, blowing the smoke in his face, “Let’s go.” We both stood and followed the last of the boys out of the lodging house.

As usual, we all picked up some grub and coffee from the nuns, before we headed over towards the circulation gate for The World Newspaper. The Delanceys came up to the gate with the keys to unlock it. The Delancey brothers, Morris and Oscar, were the nephews of Mr. Wiesel or Weasel as we called him, who ran the distribution window of The World. Morris and Oscar were burly and would soak you real good, no matter if you were a boy or a girl, but they weren’t very bright and they always stink real bad.

Racetrack sniffed the air and nudged me with his elbow, “You smell that, Speedy? I think one of them carriage horses left us a present in the streets.” He grabbed his cap off his head and started fanning himself with it as if trying to get rid of the smell.

“You sure, Race?” I smirked, “Maybe it’s just—”

“The Delancey Brothers,” the rest piped up. Morris hit the bars in retaliation, but he wasn’t really allowed to do anything to us. We were the reason Mr. Pulitzer’s paper had the circulation it did, jeopardizing that just because we called them smelly wasn’t rational on their part.

They reluctantly opened the gate and made their way behind the window with their uncle as we all lined up to get our papes. Jack knocked on the window, which still had it’s closed screen over it. “Weasel,” he chanted looking over at us. He then turned to the bell that hung next to the window and rung it twice.

“Alright, alright,” an annoyed voice said as the screen was pushed up, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“Look Race,” I said, pointing to the chalkboard above the distribution window, “they’re putting up the headline for today.” The rest of the Newsies crowded around the opened gate to stare at the headline.

2nd Week of Trolley Strike: Is it coming to an end?

“The trolley strike was the headline yesterday,” I complained, turning to Race who took a disappointed drag of his cigar, “They call that a headline? C’mon now, I get better stories from the copper on the beat, Officer Kirby.”

“Maybe you should work for The World, then,” Race said with a smirk.

“I’d get paid better,” I teased and sniffed the air, “And I’d probably work with people who smell better.” Race shoved me with a smile.

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Brooklyn

1893

“Think you can handle Brooklyn,” Race asked as we crossed the Brooklyn bridge. “I lived here last year,” I told him, “or did you already forget?”

“I’m being serious here,” he said, “Are you sure?”

“As much I wish it weren’t true,” I said, resting my papes over my arm, “I can never really leave Brooklyn.”

“Just do yourself a favor, and steer clear of Brooks,” Race warned me, “He only allows new newsies who are with someone who is in Brooklyn to roam.”

“Well, then I guess it’s good I’m with you then, right Race,” I teased him and he shot me a look.

“I’m afraid even that isn’t gonna be enough,” a chilling voice said from behind us. I turned and saw a boy with white blond hair and icy blue eyes staring down me and Race. “What have we got here,” he said, walking towards us, “A new Newsie I see. I assume this is the girl you spoke of, Spot?”

Behind the kid came Spot, he looked small next to the kid, but still looked unintimidated. “We call her Speedy,” Spot said, “she’s faster than a lot of the guys I’ve seen.” He smirked as the blond kid walked even closer.

“Take it easy, Brooks,” Race said, taking a drag at his cigar, “She’s just a girl.” Brooks clicked his tongue impatiently at Race.

“I ain’t gonna do nothing, Racetrack,” he said, “Just wanna inspect the newbie. Make sure she knows the turf rules before she decides to step foot in Brooklyn territory again.” He cupped my chin in his hand, moving my face up so he could stare me directly in the eyes.

“Spot tells me youse from Brooklyn,” Brooks said, “What makes someone move from Brooklyn to Manhattan? No offense, Racetrack.”

“None taken, Brooks,” Race said, talking around his cigar.

Brooks eyes never left mine as he looked me over again. His eyes were icy, not like Spot’s that always held a sort-of softness to them. “Listen here, Newbie,” he said coldly, “Ain’t just anyone who can sell in Brooklyn. Youse gotta go through me. Girls definitely don’t get no special treatment from me, so don’t push my patience. Gots it?”

I softly nodded and he let go of my chin.

“Think you can handle taking on one of my guys?” Brooks smirked at his goons. Spot was the only one who didn’t smirk back. “Curly, Twigs why don’t ya show the new girlsie how we do things here in Brooklyn.”

“Brooks, c’mon,” Spot protested, “She’s just a girl.”

“How sweet of ya to worry about a girl, Spot,” Brooks teased with a hint of malice in his voice, “Who’d a thunk you had a soft side. Better not let the other fellas know, they’re gonna think youse an easy target.”

Spot took a physical gulp and stepped back. “I can take them, Spot,” I reassured him, trying to hide the shakiness of my voice. I knew why he was nervous, him and Jack were the only people I had confided in about my situation.

“You got some gall, girlie,” Brooks laughed without humor, “And you’re a fast learner, I’ll give you that. But don’t push your luck.”

He looked to his goons and I could tell what Brooks was thinking before he said it, “Get her guys.” The two goons cracked their knuckles and before Race or Spot could protest, they punched me.

I wasn’t going down without a fight. I started swinging my own fists at the goons. I felt good...for a while. It was soon that the flashbacks came and I lost my focus. The two of them knocked me to the ground and held me down. I kicked up and to the left and the one holding me laxed as he went down, but the other one kicked me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. That didn’t stop me however and I kept kicking and punching as much as i could.

“Alright, Twigs,” Brooks said, helping the other one — Curly — up off the ground, “I think she got the point.” Race and Spot came to help me up, as I held my stomach.

“You’ve got guts, kid,” Brooks said to me, “You’ve proven you can hold your own in my territory. I’ll allow you to sell here, ‘s long as you know the rules. Racetrack can tell ya.”

“Was that all this was, Brooks,” Race said, throwing a glare Brooks way, “A way to prove herself to to ya? I could’ve told ya she could hold her own against your boys.”

“Words aren’t enough, Race,” Brooks told him, “You think I didn’t hear from Spot that she could hold her own? Actions are different than words. I needed to be shown that she could hold her own, not just take the word of two other Newsies who obviously have a sweet spot for the girl.”

Race’s face went red, but if Spot was affected by Brooks’s words, he didn’t show it. “Let’s go fellas,” Brooks said and started to walk away, smirking at all of us. Spot hung back to check on me.

“Let me take you back to the lodging house,” Race said, holding me up, “We can tell Jack and Mimi what happened and Miss Castellan can patch you up.”

“No, I’m fine,” I told him, “Let’s just go to Sheepshead and sell our papes.” Race looked incredulously at me as if he couldn’t believe that after everything, I was still determined to sell my papers.

“You look like death, Speedy,” Spot told me looking genuinely concerned for me, something I couldn’t recognize flashed in his blue eyes, “Are you sure you want to sell today? It may be better for you if you don’t.”

I sent him a look. “I’ll be fine, Spot. I’ve had worse injuries,” I tried to smirk at him, “‘Sides, don’t you think it’d be a good way to play for sympathy? I might be able to sell faster.”

As much as they both clearly wanted to argue, they probably already knew that I wasn’t gonna change my mind and they should stop trying to change it.

“Fine,” Race said, defeated, “But if I get the slightest clue you ain’t gonna last, I’m dragging your sorry butt back to Manhattan.”

“Deal,” I said and we shook on it.

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thetrueghostqueen · 5 years

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A Fake Not So Fake Marriage- Chapter 6

Masterlist cover chapter one chapter two ??? chapter four chapter five

Bangtan sat around watching the sleeping girl in silence as they digested all the information that they heard. Tears still fell from some while rage grew stronger in others.

Contrary to what Ji-ya thought not a single one of them judged her or thought less of her. Yes they were hurt knowing she suffered alone. That she felt telling them would be a burden. But each one of their chests swelled with pride that their baby girl , their princess stood up for herself. Even if their bodies twitched a little at the thought of being stabbed in the dick.

After being lost in their own thoughts for awhile Jimin broke the quiet. "You don't think she lied to us about being raped, do you?"

That question id the only thought Jimin had been running through his mind.

Soo-yeon walked over and plopped down beside the guys. "She didn't lie to you Jimin. She didn't get raped. That was one of the first things checked when we got her out of there. Minus some bruises from being bullied and the emotional abuse she was fine."

Yoongi cocked a brow. "We?"

Soo-yeon nodded. "We. My father, brother, and I got her out of there. Ji-ya is my half-sister. After the incident with Mr. Williams, Ji-ya called me. Our father was away on a business trip which is why it took two days for her to leave. We stayed in Seoul until my father could get full custody which is when I gave you the box."

"You're Ji-ya's sister?" Jin asked.

"Yeah. I didn't find out about it until an eleven year old Ji-ya stormed into my dad's office demanding a paternity test. After the custody battle we moved here to protect Ji-ya from the Mins. Well California anyway. This house in Hawaii is all Ji-ya's."

"Has she been happy?" Yoongi asked.

Soo-yeon sighed and looked at Yoongi sadly. "I want to lie and tell you yes. But I can't. When we got here she threw herself into her studies. So much so that when summer started she was finished middle school. She spent that first summer alternating between the gym and studying for further advancement. She finished high school by tenth grade. Basically she's spent the last seven years being focused on studies, the gym, and some unspecified goal. She got into stocks and stuff and is spectacularly rich. She doesn't really have any friends besides me and Mia. I mean there's Jinyoung and his friends. Jinyoung being our brother. But she's never allowed anyone to get as close to her as you guys. So no I don't believe she's been happy."

"I'm happy now." Ji-ya mumbled as she shifted before returning to dreamland.

The guys chuckled as they wiped their tears staring down at their sleeping beauty. Jeongguk glanced at Taehyung. "So marriage, huh?"

Taehyung's cheeks turned red. "Shut up."

"Speaking of marriage. Are you going to make the wedding magical?" Soo-yeon smiled wiggling her eyebrows.

Happy that the topic was something a lot less heavy the boys and Soo-yeon talked and planned. Ideas agreed with or passed on. Ji-ya woke to Soo-yeon stating a wedding dress was essential.

"No dresses. I hate dresses." Ji-ya spoke moving into a sitting position. "We're in Hawaii on a beach."

Soo-yeon was wide eyed. "A bride should be in a wedding dress. Ji-ya you would look so beautiful."

"No."

"Yes"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No Soo!"

"Yes, Ji-ya!"

Both girls glared at each other. Soo-yeon huffed in defeat. "Fine. At least something pretty."

Ji-ya stood and walked towards the door. "Maybe."

"And girly!" Soo-yeon said loudly.

"Don't push it you little bitch." Ji-ya snapped before leaving the gym.

Ji-ya made her way towards the front of the house praying Jinyoung's party was over. She sighed in relief as she saw only six guys in her living room.

She walked into the kitchen for a bottle of water before taking a seat beside Jinyoung. "How'd the party go?" She asked.

Jinyoung eyed his sister. "Good. Nothing disastrous happened. JB said some really, really hot guys came to see you."

"Mhm... Yeah, my boys showed up." Ji-ya smiled.

"How long will they be here?" One of the other guys asked.

Ji-ya looked at the red head. "As long as they want, Mark. Preferably forever."

"Are they the guys whose names you tattoo'd on your body?" Asked a raspy voiced blonde.

Ji-ya smiled. "I hope it wasn't my room you used to have fun with Mark, Jackson. But in answer to your question yes those guys."

Jinyoung studied his sister as she gazed dreamily at nothing. She looked peaceful and calm for once. Even though he's taken care of her for the last seven years, showered her with love and support. His friends as well she has always held them at arms distance.

What is it that Bangtan gives her that he and his friends can't? What makes them so special? When she first joined the Parks she was sullen and stand off-ish. Everyone chalked it up to losing the only home she'd ever known. But nothing changed as time went on.

The only one she allowed herself to be truly close to was Soo-yeon who has been her best friend since second grade. Ji-ya has never let anyone else in.

Seven years he's lived with and watched over a stranger. Not saying she's been rude, bratty, or mean. Far from it. She's one of the sweetest friendliest people you'll ever meet. You'll just never learn anything about her.

Jinyoung watched as Ji-ya drifted more and more into her daydream. The soft smile on her face radiating genuine happiness. Whatever it was about those men that made them special he was thankful for them in this moment.

Speaking of, Jinyoung turned his head away from his sister as they entered the room. his friends in the living room shifted to get a better look at the males.

Jinyoung couldn't deny his husband's assessment that these men were extremely hot. Damn! His eyes roamed slowly from one to another. From body language he'd wager that there were two sets of couples. Which would make three of them single. Were all seven of them gay?

Two of them seven moved behind Ji-ya. A muscled raven haired sex god and a grey haired ethereal angel. Jinyoung tried not to drool as the angel bent down to speak to Ji-ya with a deep voice. Double Damn!

"Princess, you going to introduce us?" He questioned.

Ji-ya whipped her head in Taehyung's direction startled out of her daydreaming. Her cheeks flushed red at the closeness of Tae's face to hers. She could feel his breath on her lips. If she tilted her head the slightest their lips could meet.

The occupants of the room watched as the remained frozen staring at each other. Bangtan looking on the pair with knowing smiles. Jinyoung and his friends surprised at Ji-ya showing an emotive reaction.

Soo-yeon placed a hand on both their heads turned and pushed them together in a kiss. The two of them stayed frozen lip to lip for what seemed like minutes but was only seconds.

Ji-ya pulled back with a startled gasp as Taehyung surged forward capturing her lips again. It was a simple kiss. No tongues, no teeth clashing. Just lips pressing together gently. But in that moment it was everything a heart could ever dream of and more.

Taehyung pulled back and smiled. Ji-ya stared back wide eyed. Tae leaned back in to whisper in her ear. "Practice for you may now kiss the bride." He kissed her cheek and rose to stand.

At a loss for words and comprehension Ji-ya remained frozen. Eventually Jeongguk who was also beside her gave a nudge to bring her back to reality. She flinched when he squatted the same way Tae did.

Gguk chuckled at her reaction before whispering. "Don't worry baby girl. I'll only kiss you if you ask me to." Louder he said. "Introduce us, Love."

Ji-ya's cheeks flamed redder if possible. She nodded and spoke quickly. "Mark, Jackson, Jaebum or JB, my brother Jinyoung, BamBam, Yugyeom meet Seokjin or Jin, Namjoon, my brother Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jeongguk. Okay you met goodbye."

They watched as Ji-ya jumped out of her spot and raced upstairs. They heard a door slam before the living room erupted in laughter.

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clockworkouroboros · 5 years

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Y I K E S why are orchestras frequently so bigoted? Is there a history lesson in this?

Alright, this is probably going to be a long post, and for that, I’m sorry. This is something that’s obviously very important to me, given that I’m seriously looking into going into music (and specifically classical music) as a career. I don’t talk much about sexism because it’s not something I experience very much—I sympathize with people who do experience it, but it really is their story to tell. I can’t add anything. However, this affects me very much, since I’ll be dealing with these orchestras as part of my career, very probably.

Women were not allowed in regular orchestras until 1913. Fifteen years earlier, in 1898, specific ‘women’s orchestras’ were formed so that women could play, but obviously these weren’t as popular as the big name orchestras like, say, the Vienna Philharmonic.

Even then, it was difficult for a woman to get into an orchestra. If I remember correctly, it was 1930 before a woman got into an American orchestra. And big-name American orchestras were faster than European orchestras to allow women to play with them.

I suppose I should explain an orchestra audition. The person auditioning plays technical passages, certain excerpts from orchestral repertoire, and sight reading. They are judged by a jury made up of members of the orchestra for which they are auditioning. My cello teacher has sat on several juries himself. It’s up to the jury to decide whether or not the person auditioning will join the orchestra. This makes sense; after all, they’re going to playing with them potentially until they retire. This is an audition based off of skill and the ability to play well with others (literally).

So, if it’s an audition based off of skill, why is sexism so rampant? Well, think about it. The juries are made up of orchestra members. And who are the orchestra members? That’s right. Men. Women were, whether deliberately or not, being discriminated against by the men.

How do I know that this was sexism and that the women weren’t just subpar performers? Because eventually, orchestras began implementing blind auditions.

A blind audition is exactly like a regular audition, except there’s a screen between the performer and the jury. The performer is given a number, and the jury doesn’t find out until afterwards the gender or race of the performer. Blind auditions have become commonplace among orchestras now because of the sexism exhibited so strongly in literally every orchestra.

Now that blind auditions are commonplace, we should take a look at the statistics. A hundred years ago, orchestras were almost entirely men, because it was only after 1913 that women were allowed into orchestras. Now, women make up something like 35%. Take into account the fact that orchestra members often play in an orchestra until they’re in their 60s (meaning they auditioned before blind auditions were commonplace). The younger people entering the orchestra are a slightly more even mix than the older generation. (Check out the big orchestras and see how many older players are women).

But that’s not all. When you begin breaking it down into categories, you’ll find crazy differences in the different sections of an orchestra. Strings are 47% women. That sounds good, doesn’t it? Well, brass is 3% women.

That doesn’t mean that women suck at brass in some innate way. It’s because women won’t be hired even if they did really well at the blind audition once the jury finds out that he’s a she. I remember reading a story, I think it was in Blink by Malcolm Gladwell (I’d hunt it down, but currently my copy of Blink is hidden in stacks of books that don’t fit on my bookshelves). It was about a woman who auditioned for one of the prestigious orchestras—I think it was the Berlin Philharmonic, one of the foremost orchestras in the world since it was founded. The woman played brass (French horn? Trumpet? I don’t remember, sorry. It’s been a few years since I read the book) and the jury loved her. Until they found out she was a woman.

This was in the 21st century! This was within the last twenty years! There was a whole battle over this because the jury insisted that she couldn’t possibly have been the person auditioning. They said that women didn’t have the lung capacity that men had, and thus couldn’t achieve the same kind of sound a man could. Therefore, she couldn’t have actually played in the audition because she was a woman and physically couldn’t play that well.

This is all bs, of course. I just want to point out that things are still pretty bad out there for women.

But Emily, you may say, this is specifically for brass! You play strings! The plight of women in the orchestra is indeed bad, but this won’t affect you nearly as badly because of your instrument choice!

Let’s take a further look at the strings. There are, of course, four stringed instruments (not counting the harp) in the orchestra: violins (divided into 1st and 2nd violins), violas, cellos, and basses.

In a typical Romantic-style orchestra (and this is how all the big orchestras are arranged), there are a minimum of 30 violins total. 14 2nd violins, and at least 16 1st violins. This is just slightly under half the total number of strings in the orchestra. There are 12 cellos.

Violins are viewed as a ‘girly’ instrument. They’re small and high and you can play the most breathtakingly beautiful emotional music on them. This means that the majority of violinists are female.

(Women are more likely to learn a musical instrument than a man just in general, but certain instruments have certain stereotypes. A man is more likely to pick the trumpet, which is loud and bombastic. It’s another stereotype that trumpet players have huge egos, but I won’t open that can of worms. What I should be saying is that, since women are more likely to learn a musical instrument, we should be seeing much different statistics about how many women are playing in orchestras).

The cello, on the other hand, is perceived as a more ‘masculine’ instrument. This is, once more, total bs, since instruments don’t have genders, but this is the way it is right now. The cello is big and has a lower register and a truly gorgeous resounding tone when played well.

Double basses are perceived as a more ‘masculine’ instrument, too. They have an even lower register than the cellos. They’re even bigger than the cellos. You need big fingers. There are 8 of those in a traditional Romantic-style orchestra.

Violas are, as far as I can tell, a mixed bag. They’re forgotten about most of the time, so I honestly have no idea if they have feminine/masculine connotations. That being said, there are 12 of those in a traditional Romantic-style orchestra.

Women make up 47% of the string section. Violins are the most feminely-perceived instrument. In fact, most women in the string section are violinists. I’ve seen a few female cellists. A few female bassists. I kind of forget about the violas, tbh.

The thing about feminine/masculine perceptions of instruments is that they are part of the reason women struggle to find positions in an orchestra. If half of the strings, some of the woodwinds, and literally all of the brass has masculine connotations, then yeah, people are going to expect a man to play those instruments better than a woman.

There are bs arguments against women in this section, too, they’re just not heard nearly as often. My hands aren’t big enough to do big extensions in first position. Some people would say, “that’s because you’re a woman.” No, that’s because I am a small person with small hands. My cello teacher struggles with those extensions and he’s a man. Another one is, once more, about getting a full sound. I sometimes struggle to get a full sound because I’m tense. I have to learn to relax and use my arm weight. It’s something everyone has to learn. But if I don’t work on it, it’ll be framed as “you’re a woman, so you don’t have the weight or strength to get these big fortissimo sounds.” No, it’s from tension. A good cello teacher can tell you as much. A good cello teacher has told me as much.

The thing is, men in the orchestra are serious divas, and divas are remarkably self-centered. This is an irritating but relatively inconsequential behavior, except all of these prestigious orchestras are catering to their manly needs. Seriously. The big-name orchestras, especially in Europe, worry that having women in their orchestra could affect the sense of camaraderie and emotional support that the men have in their little group. They all can diva together, but the moment a woman shows up, it’s curtains.

Remember kids, the Vienna Philharmonic didn’t allow women to be permanent members of the orchestra until 1997. That means that women could only play with the orchestra as adjunct members, meaning that they couldn’t get tenure, they didn’t get the same kind of pay, they went unacknowledged in programs and on the orchestra’s website, and they wouldn’t get any kind of pension when they retired. Meanwhile, the male permanent members of the orchestra are making a six-figure salary, exposure, tenure, and a really nice pension upon retirement. The Vienna Phil also said that they were unwilling to allow women to play in the orchestra because of maternity leave and so on and so forth. The usual arguments.

Talk about a pay gap.

Even today, the major orchestras around the world (but especially in Europe, where the best orchestras are) have statistics like ‘women make up 6% of that particular orchestra’ (the Vienna Philharmonic again). I believe the Berlin Philharmonic (ranked 2nd best worldwide) is around 15% women.

You hear stories from women who did blind auditions for orchestras. “Oh, I took off my heels when I went in to play,” they tell you. “I didn’t want anything to give away my gender.”

The thing is, women shouldn’t have to do that. If I’m going to get turned down from an orchestra, I want it to be because I legitimately am not good enough, not because they heard me walk in in high heels and immediately discounted me as unimportant. (Granted, I’d never wear heels to an audition because it messes me up when I play cello, but the thing is, I should be able to wear them if I want. It shouldn’t be, essentially, an automatic disqualification).

I keep bringing up the Vienna Phil because that was my dream orchestra. To be part of them would be amazing. Except, you know, they’re incredibly sexist and also racist. (They couldn’t be racist against me since I’m white and of mostly German descent, but it’s still a crappy thing for them to be). Things are slowly getting better for women, sort of, but you need only go to the Wikipedia page for ‘orchestra’ to be given examples from prestigious orchestras about how bad it is.

These guys want to keep classical music a man’s world. I don’t want to be on the warpath, but they started it. I’m going to do the best that I can to help finish it.

tldr: sexism has been prevalent in classical music for a long time, and still is prevalent today, it’s just largely overlooked because classical music itself is an often overlooked form of entertainment (the reasons for that being the topic for a whole other rant/essay), and the world’s foremost orchestras, especially European ones, are really bad.

#asks #tompkins square ditmas #music #classical music #if you want more info just google ‘sexism in classical music’ or some variant of that #there are tons of well-written articles about it #many of them are from within the past year

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Rare Blood (7)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Vampire Prince!Yoo Kihyun x Siren!Reader

Much angst, maybe fluff

Vampire world!AU

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you so much for all the love! We’re so sorry for the delay in posting. Thanks to everyone for understanding! Here is the next chapter, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: This store is pure fiction. Yoo Kihyun and the rest of Monsta X are the sweetest creatures on this earth, we know they would never do anything to harm or manipulate anyone.

Trigger warning: Mentions of manipulation, abuse and blood for right now. Very slight mention of sexual assult.

“Prince Kihyun, I-I’m in love with you!” The Prince's eyes widen in shock at your confession. “I know I shouldn't be but I can't help it!”

Prince Kihyun grabs your hands tightly and pulls you to him. “Y/N, I'm in love with you too! I don't know how it happened but it did. Please, run away with me! We can be together!”

Suddenly you feel a pair of hands rip you from Prince Kihyun’s grasp. You turn your head to see the Queen, a dark look on her face.

“You were told to not have feelings for the Prince. As it's against the law, you will be executed.”

Your jaw drops. You look to Prince Kihyun as he's being pulled away by the King. “No! Let me go! Don't take Y/N away from me, please!”

You reach your hand out towards the Prince. “Prince Kihyun, don't go! Help me!”

One last tug from the Queen, and you're suddenly falling into a dark void.

“PRINCE KIHYUN!”

You suddenly jolt awake, your face covered in sweat and you’re breathing heavily. You look around the room and sigh with relief. 'Thank god, it was just a dream.’ You look down at your shakey hands. 'But now I really can't tell him how I feel. Ever. Not after that dream.’

All of a sudden, the door to your room busts open to reveal a panting and sweaty Prince. His eyes are filled with concern.

“Y/N? What happened? Are you alright?”

You chuckle at his appearance but stop. “Y-Yeah. It was just a bad dream.”

Prince Kihyun sighs. “Ah I see. Well, I'm glad you are alright.” He walks into the room completely and shuts the door behind him. He loosens his tie and sits across from you in the desk chair. “Now, if you would please remove your collar, I would like to feed.”

Remembering what Wonho said, you swallow the lump in your throat. “P-Prince Kihyun, before we do that, c-could you tell me about the law?”

He pauses and raises an eyebrow. “What about the law?” Letting out a low growl.

“The law that states that humans and vampires can't be together. Wonho said it was a long story and that I should ask you.”

Prince Kihyun narrows his eyes. “You've got a lot of nerve to interrupt my feedings with questions like that, girl.”

You gain a little courage. “Please, my Prince. I just want to know why you hate humans so much,” you look down at your fiddling fingers. “Why you hate me so much…”

“You need to tell her what happened! She deserves to know why you have nothing but hatred towards her!”

Those words that Wonho said ring through the Prince’s mind. He looks at your face, the expression upon your features strain his heart. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Very well, then. I guess you do deserve some sort of explanation.” He gives you a hard look. “But I will not hold anything back. If you're going to learn about the reason behind the laws that are in place, you're going to learn properly. Understood?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes, Prince Kihyun.”

He nods, content with your response. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “This happened not too long ago. Give or take 3 years. I had a best friend, a human best friend actually. We had been friends since childhood, practically inseparable. He was one of the children of the feeders in the castle. His name was Min Yoongi.”

He glances up to see if you're following along. You nod in encouragement, letting him know you're listening.

“One day, he started getting distant. Everytime I wanted to hang out, he would tell me he had somewhere else to be. And if we did get the chance to spend time together, his mind always seemed elsewhere.” He clenches his fists. “Then, that fateful day had come. I was sitting in the library studying quietly when I heard a scream. It had come from my sister's room next door. I ran out of the library and into her room. What I saw next ruined me.” He looks deep into your eyes, trying to hold back tears. “There I saw Min Yoongi, my best friend, with a stake in his hand and my sister dead on the floor.”

You gasped, a hand flying up to your mouth. “Oh no…”

Prince Kihyun nods. “Turns out he was training to become a vampire Hunter. My best friend training to become the killer of my kind.” he blinks back tears, his face once again emotionless. “Ever since then, that law has been in place. Humans and Vampire are no longer able to be lovers nor friends, nothing other than Master and servant. That's why my family has all these inner issues with each other now. That's why it took me so long to find a feeder. That's why my mother was worried when you were released from your chains. She was afraid of that happening again.”

You lay a hand on his shoulder. “I'm so sorry that happened, Prince Kihyun. I could never imagine the pain you must feel.”

You stare into the beautiful face of the Prince. He takes one of your hands and places it in his and traces your cheek with his other finger. Everything is still once again, the quiet deafening. His eyes flicker to your lips and he leans closer to your face. Before he could make contact, the two of you hear a knock at the door, making you both jump apart instantly.

“C-Come in,” you squeak out.

The door opens to reveal Princess Soyou. She smiles shyly and bows her head. “Excuse me, I’m so sorry to interrupt the two of you but Prince Kihyunie, would you kindly escort me to the library? We have some paperwork we need to finish up.”

'Kihyunie? Did she really just call him that?’ As much as you wanted to barf at that moment, you restrain yourself from making any noise.

Prince Kihyun clears his throat. “Ah yes, of course. If you'll excuse me, Y/N. I'll be back to have that feeding. Don't leave the room.”

You watch as the Prince and the Princess make their way out of your room. Once the door closes, you flop back onto your bed and groan. 'Why the hell did I have to fall for the one person who is not only out of my league, but out of my reach.’

You wanted to start singing again but you knew after what happened last time, it wasn't such a good idea. Instead, you decide to count the ceiling tiles to pass the time.

“...120, 121, 122,” with every tile you count, the worse your boredom becomes. Suddenly your stomach growls loudly.

'Oh yeah, I never actually got to have dinner at the party last night.’

Prince Kihyun told you not to leave the room without him so you decide to go find him to take you to the kitchen. You open the door to your room and peek into the hallway to make sure no one was in sight. After seeing the corridor empty, you make your way to the library.

You hesitate in front of the door of the library before slowly opening it. Once the door is open, you slowly stick your head in to see Prince Kihyun and Princess Soyou doing more than just sitting side by side. You quickly but quietly close the door.

'Bad idea, bad idea.’ You close your eyes and shake your head, trying to get rid of the picture in your head of the two of them lip-locking.

You sigh and head back to your room. 'Guess I'll just starve.’

Before you make it to your room, you're suddenly grabbed by the waist harshly. You struggle and try to scream but another hand clamps over your mouth. The person pulls you into a room and the door shuts behind you.

You growl and kick the person who had a hold on you, causing them to let go. You take a few steps and whirl around to see who had dared put their hands on you. Immediately your face pales when you see it's not just one Vampire, but two.

“My, my. Feisty one, aren't you.” Minhyuk smirks, rubbing his leg where you kicked him.

IM chuckles next to him. “This will be even more fun than I thought.”

Your hand flies to your collar to call Prince Kihyun but suddenly your body freezes. You notice IM’s eyes have turned yellow. “Ah ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Instead, why don't you gently remove the wretched collar and throw it over onto the table.”

As hard as you try to fight his magic, you're still no match for a member of the Monsta Clan. You glare at both royals, your eyes flashing an icy blue. You unwillingly unbuckle the collar and throw it over onto the desk.

Minhyuk takes a step towards you, causing you to try to take a step back but IM’s magic has you trapped. Minhyuk reaches for you and runs a cold finger along the base of your neck. When his finger touches Prince Kihyun's bite marks, you shiver.

“The Prince really did a number on your neck, didn't he,” he licks his lips. “Guess we'll just have to cover them up with our own bites.”

Your eyes start to well up with tears and your body trembles. “Y-you wouldn't.”

IM laughs more maniacally this time and takes a step towards you too. “Yes. We would actually.”

Your mind races as you try to think of something to say to get them to stop. A thought comes to mind. “W-wait! Are you two really going to share me? IM, I thought your greediness would want you to have me all to yourself.” You bat your eyes convincingly.

IM gets a thoughtful look on his face. “Well, of course I'd rather have you all to myself.”

Minhyuk comes up behind you. “That's what our original plan was. To see who could have your blood first.”

IM comes right up in front of you. “But we thought it would be easier to just take you together. So, nice try, girly. But trying to pit us against each other isn't going to work.”

A sharp pain shoots through the back of your neck as Minhyuk latches on. You yelp and try to push him back with your elbow, but IM quickly grabs both your wrists and lunges for the front of your neck.

“Not so fast human,” IM sneers as his fangs sink deep into your neck.

You never felt so much blood leave you all at once. ‘Damn, these boys can feed! I’m going to pass out if they don’t stop…’

IM suddenly stops to bark at Minhyuk. “Hey! Leave me some blood you jerk!”

Minhyuk pauses. “Oh, you mean like this…” His fangs sink so deep you feel it hit some nerves in your neck. The pain was excruciating. He rips your shirt and quickly pulls down your bra strap. As much as you fought him he still was able to place his nasty hands over your breast.

You grew incredibly weak and started to feel cold. IM notices this and smiles.

“Guess I’ll just have to suck faster too.” He sinks his fangs in your neck once again and joins Minhyuk in using you as a disposable feeder. Only alive to please the hungry and lustful vampires.

You whimper and cry as if it made a difference. Wiggling, struggling, and hitting the vampires hoping they would get off. ‘Just let me die already…’

Unknowingly you let out a low whisper calling out for him. “Prince...Kihyun…”

Suddenly you feel IM and Minhyuk thrown off you. You open your eyes to see an extremely pissed off Prince.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” Prince Kihyun yells in his deep voice, his eyes flashing blood red.

IM and Minhyuk pick themselves up off the floor and glare at the Prince. But before they could say anything, Prince Kihyun holds up a hand to stop them.

“I seriously don't want to hear it,” he growls. “Get. Out. Of. My. Room. And. My. Castle. Before. I. Kill. You.”

IM and Minhyuk scurry out of the room before they catch the wrath of the Prince. That just leaves you and him alone. He turns his body towards you, a menacing look plastered across his face.

The more he scans you and the damage that was done, his eyes start to soften up. It was a mixed look of rage and concern that took over his face.

“What. HAPPENED?!”

“Prince Kihyun! I-I was really hungry... And I -”

He puts up his hand just like he did to IM and Minhyuk. You stop. Tears falling down your face. He takes another glance at you. This time there was not an ounce of sincerity that you could find in his eyes.

“This story sounds very familiar. You know, you humans...DISGUST ME! The only reason we have your filthy kind around is to serve us vampires and that is all!”

His words pierced your heart. “B-but, Prince! Please hear me out… I was only looking for you!”

Prince Kihyun’s back was turned. He scoffs and looks off to his side. “And instead you found two other vampires in which you could whore yourself off to. You’ll never mean anything more to me than a filthy human slave.”

And just in that moment your world collapsed, your heart stopped, and your jaw dropped to the floor.

“Y-YOU BASTARD! I wish I NEVER broke in and I wish I NEVER met you!!”

You pushed Prince Kihyun to the side and bolted out the door crying. He didn’t even budge to go after you.

As you ran down the hallway you accidentally bumped into another vampire. This time a female vampire.

“Oh my! You shouldn’t be running through the Royal halls my dear.” She helps you up by lending you a hand.

“A-ah! Princess Soyou! Sincerest apologies. Please forgive me.” Bowing your head before her.

Suddenly you feel her aura change. You didn’t even have to look at her to know her whole demeanor was different. ‘This can’t be good…’

“Hmph. I noticed you were spying on me and the Prince earlier. Did you like what you saw?” Princess Soyou mockingly giggles.

Though you wanted to take her down, you knew you had to bite your tongue for the sake of your life. You clear your throat. “Seeing the Prince happy? Why of course. That is all a servant could hope for.”

The Princess circles you as she smiles the most devilish smile. “You know, I hate your kind, but especially you. Prince Kihyun looks at you and thinks about you in a different light. He’s not like that with me.”

You chuckle. “A pretty face is nothing when you have an ugly soul.”

Princess Soyou swiftly backhands you and you fall into the arms of two vampires.

“You’re going to wish you hadn’t said that.”

Suddenly you feel lightheaded and your vision went in and out of focus. You struggle, punching and kicking at random until you the vampires lost grip of you.

Your strength was leaving you, but you crawled as quick as you could while looking over your shoulder. ‘M-Minhyuk and IM!? I’m so fucked…’

Trying to get up on your feet you had to brace yourself with the wall. Out of habit you grab your neck. This time, you had wished the collar was on.

“Stupid girl. Prince Kihyun can’t save you. Not this time.” She laughed as she had the upper hand.

“Y-you… YOU BITCH!”

You fall to the ground as the room around you started to fade to black.

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GAY MUSIC CHART - 2018 week 35

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Here is the recap for this week :

OUT : Madblush – Homophobic (LW: 16 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 12)

OUT : Troye Sivan - Bloom (LW: 34 / WO: 16 / PEAK: 01 (x5))

OUT : Kim Petras - Heart to Break (LW: 37 / WO: 20 / PEAK: 02)

OUT : Jake Shears - "Big Bushy Mustache" (LW: 39 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 39)

OUT : はるな愛 Ai Haruna -「BONダンス」(LW: 40 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 40)

OUT : Big Freedia feat. Lizzo - "Karaoke" (LW: 41 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 41)

OUT : Hercules & Love Affair feat. Mashrou' Leila - Are You Still Certain (LW: 42 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 38)

OUT : The Aces - "Last One" (LW: 46 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 45)

OUT : Ryan Beatty - "Haircut" (LW: 47 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 47)

OUT : King Princess - "Holy" (LW: 48 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 44)

OUT : Ryan Beatty - "Powerslide" (LW: 49 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 49)

01 (+ 4) : Years & Years - If You're Over Me (LW: 05 / WO: 15 / PEAK: 01 (x1))

UK - 2018 / from the album "Palo Santo"

02 (=) : Troye Sivan feat. Ariana Grande - Dance To This (LW: 02 / WO: 10 / PEAK: 02)

Australia / USA – 2018 / from the album 2018 "Bloom"

03 (+ 5) : Cher - "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)" [Audio] (LW: 08 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 03)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Dancing Queen"

An ABBA revival, thanks to "Mama Mia 2".

04 (- 3) : P!nk - "Secrets" (LW: 01 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 01 (x2))

USA - 2018 / from the album "Beautiful Trauma"

05 (- 1) : Years & Years - All For You (PSEN Televisual Exclusive) (LW: 04 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 01 (x1))

UK - 2018 / from the album "Palo Santo"

06 (=) : THE TRIPLETZ - "You Better Fucking Dance" (LW: 06 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 06)

Spain - 2018

"Better fuck with them boys

Better fuck with them girls

Better fuck with them both

Who fuckin cares?"

07 (+ 3) : Sandro Cavazza, P3GI-13 - High With Somebody (LW: 10 / WO: 10 / PEAK: 07)

Sweden - 2018

A sweet song and a music video which shows bisexuality.

08 (- 1) : Lizzo - Boys (LW: 07 / WO: 9 / PEAK: 01 (x2))

USA - 2018

09 (+ 4) : Sam Bluer - "Body High" (LW: 13 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 09)

Australia - 2018

This is his debut music video. A revelation.

10 (+ 10) : Peter Wilson & Sean Smith - "Verona" (LW: 20 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 10)

UK - 2018 / from the album "The Passion and The Flame"

This awesome cover of the 2017's Estonian Eurovision track from Koit Toome and Laura is produced by Matt Pop.

11 (- 8) : Adore Delano - 27 Club (LW: 03 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 01 (x2))

USA - 2018 / from the album "Whatever"

12 (+ 7) : Cheat Codes, Little Mix - Only You (LW: 19 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 12)

USA / UK - 2018

This music video shows a lesbian love at first sight between a mermaid and a woman.

13 (+ 9) : Troye Sivan - "Animal" (LW: 22 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 13)

Australia - 2018 / from the album "Bloom"

14 (- 5) : Not.Your.Regular.Boy. - Get Down Make Love (LW: 09 / WO: 10 / PEAK: 09)

The Netherlands - 2018

15 (+ 3) : Tiago Braga - Ilusão (LW: 18 / WO: 14 / PEAK: 06)

Portugal - 2018

A story of infidelity.

16 (NEW) : Calvin Harris, Sam Smith - "Promises" (Lyric Video) (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 16)

UK - 2018

17 (NEW) : Kylie Minogue - "A Lifetime to Repair" (Lyric Video) (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 17)

Australia - 2018 / from the album "Golden"

18 (- 6) : MNEK feat. Hailee Steinfeld - Colour (LW: 12 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 05)

UK - 2018

19 (- 8) : LOBODA - "SuperSTAR" (LW: 11 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 19)

Ukraine - 2018

The music video is rated 18+ in Ukraine because of the two gay and the lesbian kisses.

20 (NEW) : Man Meadow - "Play It Loud" (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 20)

Sweden - 2018

21 (- 6) : Panic! At The Disco - Hey Look Ma, I Made It (LW: 15 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 07)

USA - 2018

Brendon Urie comes out as pansexual. The funny music and his puppet illustrates that fact.

22 (+ 3) : Blair St. Clair - Call My Life (LW: 25 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 13)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Call My Life"

23 (NEW) : Pabllo Vittar - "Problema Seu" (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 23)

Brazil - 2018

24 (- 10) : Eureka O'Hara - The Big Girl (LW: 14 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 04)

USA - 2018

This is the first single of the drag queen who was runner up in RuPaul's Drag Race season 10.

25 (NEW) : Madonna - MET Gala 2018 (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 25)

USA - 2018

Madonna performs 'Like A Prayer', 'Beautiful Game' and 'Hallelujah' at the 2018 MET Gala in New York.

26 (+ 6) : Vini Uehara - "Perigo" (LW: 32 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 26)

Brazil - 2018 / from the album "Hear Me Now"

The fashion designer, Youtuber and singer comes out of the closet as gay with this music video.

27 (NEW) : LP - "Girls Go Wild" (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 27)

USA - 2018

28 (NEW) : Chris(tine and the Queens) - "5 dollars" (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 28)

France - 2018 / from the album "Chris"

29 (- 1) : Blonde feat. Bryn Christopher - Me, Myself & I (LW: 28 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 27)

UK - 2018

30 (- 13) : BeBe Zahara Benet - Jungle Kitty (LW: 17 / WO: 12 / PEAK: 07)

USA - 2018

31 (- 1) : Years & Years - Palo Santo (Live - Vevo x Years & Years) (LW: 30 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 28)

UK - 2018 - from the album "Palo Santo"

32 (- 6) : CARSON - "Good Love" (LW: 26 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 26)

USA - 2018

The debut music video of Carson Rammelt has been promoted on Billboard Pride's July 2018 Playlist.

33 (- 2) : Mint Julep - The Promise ("Alex Strangelove" OST) (LW: 31 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 22)

USA - 2018

"Alex Strangelove" is a gay coming of age movie from Nexflix.

34 (+ 4) : AB Soto - "No More 2 Say" (LW: 38 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 34)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Visibility, Part.1"

35 (+ 1) : Nacha La Macha - Eres Cobarde (LW: 36 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 11)

Spain - 2018

36 (- 15) : Smashby - "Someone" (LW: 21 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 21)

UK - 2018 / from the EP "Wild One"

37 (- 4) : Bruno Gadiol, Gabriel Nandes - Seu Costume (LW: 33 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 17)

Brazil - 2018

The 20 years old singer has been revealed in The Voice Brasil in 2016. He comes out as gay with this music video.

38 (+ 12) : Davi - "Tenho Você" (LW: 50 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 38)

Brazil - 2018

This is the first single in solo of the member of Banda Uó.

39 (- 16) : Sharon Needles - "666" (LW: 23 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 17)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Battle Axe"

40 (NEW) : LVRK - "Heart to Heart" (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 40)

Sweden - 2018

41 (NEW) : Kiesza feat. Philippe Sly - "Phantom Of The Dance Floor" (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 41)

Canada - 2018

42 (- 15) : Panic! At The Disco - Say Amen (Saturday Night) (LW: 27 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 18)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Pray For The Wicked"

43 (NEW) : Seeb, Dagny - "Drink About" (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 43)

Norway - 2018

44 (- 15) : Not.Your.Regular.Boy. - Crazyland (LW: 29 / WO: 18 / PEAK: 03)

The Netherlands - 2018

Revealed on X-Factor and the Voice, this is his debut single.

45 (- 10) : Brandon Stansell - "For You" (LW: 35 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 22)

USA - 2018

A sweet love triangle story.

46 (RE-ENTRY) : Steve Grand - Don't Let The Light In (LW: - / WO: 2 / PEAK: 36)

USA - 2018 / from the album "Not The End of Me"

The music video is a collection of his childhood and concerts footage.

47 (- 23) : Monét X Change feat. Bob The Drag Queen - Soak It Up (LW: 24 / WO: 12 / PEAK: 08)

USA - 2018

The drag queen was voted Miss Congeniality of the 2018 edition of RuPaul's Drag Race.

48 (- 5) : 星屑スキャット Hoshikuzu Scat - 「半蔵門シェリ」 "Hanzo Mon Chérie" (LW: 43 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 43)

Japan - 2017 / from the EP "Hanzo Mon Cherie"

We're in love with the first music video of this trio, composed with drag queens Mitz, Meili and Kazue!

49 (- 5) : Renato - "Cruel Summer" (LW: 44 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 27)

Czech Republic - 2018

50 (- 5) : FRANKIE x Scott Hoying feat. One Night - Ghost (LW: 45 / WO: 10 / PEAK: 14)

USA - 2018

The music video is an interesting queer remake of Grease.

ALSO NEW THIS WEEK

John Duff - "Girly"

USA - 2018

The singer plays Mariah Carey, Madonna, Britney Spears and Beyoncé. Drag queen Bianca Del Rio, Willam Belli and Mariah Balenciaga are also featuring in this music video.

Josh Wood - "Radio (You and I)"

USA - 2018

Alaska & Jeremy - "Aliens"

USA - 2018 / from the album "Amethyst Journey"

Imagine Dragons - "Natural"

USA - 2018

Cher - "SOS" (Audio)

USA - 2018

Magnus Carlsson - "Slow Motion"

Sweden - 2018

Kim Petras - "All The Time" (Audio)

Germany - 2018

Thalles - "Just When We Were High"

Brazil - 2018 / from the album "Utopia"

Ivri Lider עברי לידר - "The Prom / הנשף"

Israel - 2018

ALVIN - "Oui, Papa"

France - 2018

After "Il a dit", this is the new music video of the French singer Alvin Point.

Villagers - "Fool"

Ireland - 2018 / from the album "The Art of Pretending to Swim"

HANDSOME - "No Cowards"

Australia - 2018 / from the EP "No Hat No Play"

Union J feat. Ironik - "Dancing"

UK - 2018

anaïs feat. Olly Alexander - "No control"

UK - 2018

NORAZO (노라조) - "CIDER" (사이다)

South Korea - 2018

Nigel Andrews - "Ik doe mijn eigen ding"

The Netherlands - 2018

See you next week and don’t forget to vote for your best LGBTQA music videos ! Here are the rules :

1 ) You can vote for many videos as you want under the videos on YouTube in the comment section. It could be recent or past music videos, which must provide at least one among the following conditions:

- the music video has LGBTQA related content, in the lyrics or the music video

- the artist is LGBTQA, an LGBTQA icon or eventually ally

- LGBTQA medias talked about it.

2 ) You can’t vote more than 3 songs of a same artist per week.

3 ) In case of an artist who receive votes mostly by a fan base, we will count only one song, in a limited time of 4 weeks of presence in the top.

4 ) You can vote with only one account.

5 ) If you make 5 votes or less, your first vote will represent 5 points, your second vote 4 points, etc… until your last vote and following 1 point. If you make 6 to 10 votes, your first vote will represent 10 points, your second vote 9 points, etc… If you make more than 10 votes, your first vote will represent 20 points, your second vote 19 points, etc…

6 ) People who make 1 to 5 votes form the amateur ranking, those who make 6 to 10 votes form the fan ranking, those who make more than 10 votes form the expert ranking. We form the jury ranking (but this one is for the moment suspended as experimentation). And we count now the ranking of minutes of views of our weekly playlist of the previous week. The Gay Music Chart is the addition of the five charts. In case of equality, the number of votes and the dates of votes will count.

7 ) The votes will close on Thursday, 8 PM, European time.

#gay music chart #top lbgt #2018 week 35

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Family reunions suck

(Gif not mine)

A/N: Yay thanksgiving is here! Its time to eat til you are about to burst and be grateful for everything😊 But anyway im just going to leave this Fanfic here hope you enjoy it and your thanksgiving! 😀😊

Pairings: None maybe some Dean x reader

Warnings: Nothing really it just gets awkward and maybe some Fluff

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Castiel

Summary: Being a hunter doesn’t really give you much liberty on doing anything especially having Special bonds or ties to non-hunter people especially knowing the Winchesters. When it came to family you didn’t want them in danger so you didn’t get with them a lot. But what will happen when you are forced to go.

Y/H/C = your home town or city (Didn’t want to just put a random state makes it more fun \__( ’-’)__/)

It was a casual day at the bunker and you were just looking for a case as usual when you received a call from your mom. You just stared at your phone as it rang and tried to remember what day it was, oh no no no nopety nope. You knew why she was calling you and the thought of it scared the hell out of you.

It was going to be thanksgiving soon and your parents always want you to come but you end up making up excuses to not go, they have always tried convincing you to go or for you to host it. But it wasn’t an ideal place for you to go everyone always asking about your job which of coarse you can’t tell them about or about you having a boyfriend it was just a lot of stresses.

Hosting Thanksgiving had its own set of stresses of course its the people asking about your job or if you have a boyfriend but you lived in a men of letters bunker not very ideal and besides how could you tell your parents and family that you live with three men and you aren’t dating anyone. As you were staring at the phone and decided to ignore it and got back to looking at cases Dean came into the library and said “you gonna answer it or” you looked up at him and said “like hell I would”.

He only rolled his eyes as he grabbed your phone to check who it was and finally sighed and looked up to you “ Its your mom shouldn’t you answer it” with your eyes still glued on the laptop screen you replied “Not today I’m not” Dean just put your phone down and sat right across from you to look for some more cases too.

After ten minutes of your phone ringing Dean had enough of it and said “you know you have to answer it sometime” you only shrugged with your eyes on the laptop. Dean stretched his arm across the table to grab you phone so you only said “what are you doing” “ well if your not going to answer the phone then I will” without hesitation he clicked answer and you only screamed a short “No!” Before she answered.

You shook your head at Dean as he said “Hello” as Dean looked at you you had a face of pure horror “No, yes you have the right number” now it was Deans turn to have a face of horror and utter panic. You only mouthed the words “You idiot” as he continued to talk “my name is Dean” he looked at you and mouthed “what the hell am I supposed to do” both of you still panicking he said “Oh okay” and hung up.

“Dean, what the hell!?” Were the only words that came put of your mouth, he had blown your cover all he said in a very panicking tone “She says she wants us at dinner for thanksgiving” “What no! Damn it” “W-w-what are we supposed to do she thinks we are dating” he stuttered “What have you done” was all you replied. Just then Sam came in and said “Hey I found a case in Y/H/C” Sam was surprised when you screamed out “No! Chuck what have I done to you to deserve this!” As you fell back to your chair with defeat.

Soon after that you were in the back seat of Baby next to Cas and looking at the rain pouring outside of you window. Your thoughts started racing you were going to stay at you parents house with Sam, Dean, and Cas. You started coming up with ideas of what to say over the phone you said “Can i stay at the house with three of my friends” didn’t say any specific details.

A voice forced you out of your thoughts “You need to stop overthinking this” cas said “You need to stop reading my mind” was all you said not even looking at the angel. “I would but your thoughts are so loud to me right now i can’t even ignore them anymore”. After that you didn’t say a word until you got to your parents house around midnight.

Dean parked Baby in the driveway and looked back at you “You ready” “Nope” you stared at the house and took a deep breath as you said “Okay fine” you got to the door step and hesitantly rung the doorbell with Sam, Dean and Cas behind you.

The door opened and without any warnings your siblings where all over you. “Huh I’ve missed you guys too” you said hugging them back as the guys stood behind you.

You took a step inside and motioned them to come inside as you dragged your siblings with you and your parents were making their way towards you “Im home!” you said as you hugged both of your parents “we started to think you weren’t going to come”

You laughed nervously “Yeah well i just really missed you” “Well enough about us who are these handsome three men?” your mom asked you “Oh this is Sam, Dean and Castiel” you said pointing at them. “Dean its nice to meet you” your mom said enthusiastically “Oh no mom we are not dating” you explained as Dean just whispered in your ear “You know we didn’t have to tell her that” with a wink.

They each took turns saying hello and your parents led you towards the rooms you were staying at. There were two large beds probably queens and there was a small sofa and a few paintings not much but it looked nicer than any hotel you guys spent at.

“I hope you all four of you wont mind sleeping in here the other room is for your grandma and grandpa” “No its okay we are a used to it”. It was going to be at least a week to get done with the case and finish with thanksgiving dinner so you prepared to leave as soon as you could.

After unpacking you spent the time with research in the room and talking with your family, your little sister that was a few years younger than you said “Are you sure you aren’t dating anyone because the guy in the leather jacket Dean was it? Is just staring at you and i would like to show him to my room if you know what i mean” you didn’t know what was up with people telling you thins but at this point you didn’t care and said “Yeah sure go for it” you had to admit it hurt you a little but it was your sister you didn’t want to get in the way of anything.

After a few hours of talking you decided to go to sleep Sam got his own bed, you asked Cas would sleep on the couch and Dean would probably sleep with you. You didn’t think much of it you would always switch positions with the three of them so it was pretty normal “Alright guys im gonna go to sleep”.

As soon as your head hit the pillow you were pretty much dead asleep. You woke up to a heavy sensation on your chest, you slowly opened your eyes and adjusted them to the darkness and saw Dean holing on to your waist with half of his body on you. Looking over to Cas you found him unexpectedly passed out with his tie loose and Sam was dead asleep. You couldn’t do much so you decided to go back to sleep.

The next day you went to check out the body with Cas and concluded it was a werewolf while Sam and Dean talked to the locals. You were driving back and met the guys back at the house. “Where were you this morning?” your mom asked as she walked in the room your eyes still glued to the laptop you just said “I went to show the guys around the city” right now they were making a beer run and trying to track down the werewolf. It was a long day but night finally came and all of you went to sleep.

For the next few days you woke up in the middle of the night with the older Winchester clinged on to you and one day whispering something you couldn’t make out. You always tried to get out of his grasp but always failed.

On the night before Thanksgiving Cas woke you up “Y/N we found the werewolf today is the last night they are going to turn” you just sighed as you got up. The boys were already ready so you just changed and got your gun with silver bullets.

It was a cold night as you walked through the woods with your gun held closely to your chest. Crunch! You spun around to face the once human wolf staring at you with drool dripping down his neck, he pounced on you digging his claws into your arms and holding you down as he tried taking a bite out of your chest with you struggling.

Fortunately Dean saw you and shot the werewolf before someone died. “Y/N are you okay?” he said rushing towards you “Yeah im fine just a few scratches” you looked at your arms and there was blood running down both of them. With the gunshot Sam and Cas came running and all of you went home.

You slowly opened the door and started making your way towards the room. As soon as you got in the room you got dressed and tried to clean up the claw marks.

After 5-6 hours of sleep you were woken up by the sound of giggling and once again the large weight on your chest and stomach. Goddammit my cousins are here you thought to yourself as you opened your eyes to see Cas and Sam still sleeping. Your cousins were always very girly and would be the type to giggle at you and one of your male friends sleeping in one bed. Your eyes shifted towards the clock as it read 9:00 am ‘everyone is probably here’ you also thought to yourself trying to get out of Deans grasp.

You only managed to get a groan as he Hugged you tighter. It took you a while but you finally got out of bed and Dean just rolled around. You got dressed and prepared yourself for all of the judging while checking your bandages. “Hey cas wake up” you said to the angel and almost immediately he woke up “Hey wake up we gotta get you ready” by 'get ready’ you just meant fix your hair and your tie then proceeded to wake up Sam and then Dean.

It had to be at least 40 minutes before you came out of the room. As you walked into your kitchen you could see your grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews etc. “Looks like you have a big family” sam said jokingly. You greeted everyone and they all asked about your job and if your dating etc but soon it was time for dinner. As all of you sat around the dinner table it was time to give thanks.

All of your family took a turn then it was your turn at first their was a long pause then you finally spoke up “Well, im thankful for my friends and family and the fact im still alive” after you your family insisted that your friends went. Sam said he was thankful for his friends and family as well and that he has a home and food, Cas so went and he was thankful for a place to call home and family and finally it was Deans turn at first he didn’t want to say but he ended up saying Family and that he was fortunate enough to meet you and Cas.

After that you got through the dinner without any problems, you were staying over night and would leave early tomorrow. Everyone got settled and the four of you went to your room the boys fell asleep before you and you just stayed up and decided to go to your roof. It had been a really long time since you had been up there but it didn’t discourage you.

The stars always seemed so beautiful to you they were the light to guide people in the dark. You were up there for about thirty minutes before you felt someone come up there with you. Surprisingly it was Dean “looks like you have quite a place up here” he said sitting down next to you still staring at the sky you said “Yeah” with a chuckle.

You spent some time up there with Dean until you fell asleep. You woke up to the sun rising and both you and Dean close together you couldn’t imagine a better way to wake up.

Ps: sorry this one was incredibly long but have a great day anyways :)

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