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#quick post today bc I wanna have energy to write tonight :)
airiervessel · 4 years
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when i need you, you’re already there (analogical)
so i saw some INCREDIBLE art tonight by the amazing @flatlinesunrelenting and was inspired to write something based on it! i got their permission before posting this. everyone go check out their art and blog bc it’s fabulous!!
this is written with the intent of being in the same universe as the anxceit thing i wrote the other day. is this going to be a series of dlamp makeouts? maybe. am i sorry? not in the least 
Ship: Analogical focus, mentioned romantic DLAMP
Word Count: 860
Warnings: gratuitous makeouts, mentioned touch starvation
One advantage of having four boyfriends is that there’s almost always someone willing to cuddle or make out or just spend time together. It’s impossible to get five schedules to overlap perfectly, which is why their date nights are so special, but there’s usually someone around during Logan’s free time. And today, when his skin is crawling and he feels like he’s going to burst from jitters, he’s glad that the boyfriend he finds at home is Virgil. 
He slips up behind the younger as he moves towards the stairs, and Logan’s lips attach to Virgil’s neck, pressing gentle kisses and allowing himself a moment to simply breathe in the scent of his boyfriend, the familiar fabric of Virgil’s favorite hoodie soft against Logan’s cheek. 
As expected, Virgil melts into the touch, tilting his head to the side to give Logan better access for a moment before he’s turning around in Logan’s grip and taking his face in his hands, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs as their foreheads rest together. “Hi,” Virgil breathes into the small space between them, his breath warm on Logan’s lips. 
“Hi,” Logan whispers back, his voice low as his eyes track the motion of Virgil’s tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I think I’d like to kiss you now,” he adds, his chest leaping in what he now recognizes as love when Virgil huffs out a laugh in response. 
“Please do,” the younger says, and Logan complies eagerly, tilting his head to claim Virgil’s mouth in his. His hands fall to Virgil’s hips as the other’s arms snake around his neck, one hand threading into Logan’s hair in just the way he likes it. He moans into the kiss without fully realizing it, too focused on pressing even closer to Virgil. He ends up crowding his boyfriend against the wall, and when his hands travel down Virgil’s thighs, the younger jumps up and wraps them around Logan’s waist. 
The kiss is electrifying -- everywhere Virgil touches makes Logan feel like he’s on fire, and it’s somehow simultaneously too much and not enough -- he feels like his senses are being overwhelmed, yet at the same time he needs more, more, more, Virgil, Virgil, Virgil. The irrational thought that he’ll somehow come apart at the seams if he stops kissing Virgil comes through his mind, and if he weren’t so preoccupied, Logan would probably be bothered by it. He doesn’t even have seams, after all, and not making out with his boyfriend would be far from enough to kill him. He got through the whole day without making out with any of his boyfriends, and he’s still fine. 
But is he? Strangely enough, the kissing has actually helped Logan’s mind clear, and he realizes now that he must have been rather severely touch-starved for this to cause such a reaction in him -- from Virgil’s response, he may have been experiencing something similar. This is, however, a bit of a common occurrence for the two of them; they tend to be overwhelmed easily in social situations, and can end up separating themselves from their other boyfriends or their other friends without necessarily meaning to. In Logan’s case, it often happens because he gets too absorbed in his studying and just flat-out forgets to take care of his basic needs -- and he’s learning to think of this as a basic need, too. 
( After all, his boyfriends make him happy and prevent touch starvation, and isn’t mental health important? )
They finally break apart after several more minutes of kissing, which varies in energy from passionate and heated to just lazily moving their lips against each other, Virgil’s back still braced against the wall and his legs wrapped tightly around Logan. When his eyes flutter open, Virgil’s pupils are blown wide and his lips are red and kiss-swollen as he smirks at Logan. 
“Wanna cuddle?” He asks, and Logan laughs, pressing his forehead into Virgil’s and giving him another kiss. 
“Does this not count?” He barely pulls away, muttering the question against Virgil’s lips before kissing him again. 
“I mean,” Virgil speaks between Logan’s quick kisses, smiling against his mouth. “On the couch, Einstein. So you don’t -- don’t have to keep -- holding me up.”
“Mmm,” Logan hums into his mouth, deepening their kiss briefly before pulling back to answer, his eyes still closed as his mouth hovers centimeters from Virgil’s. “Okay,” he says, and he steps away from the wall, barely adjusting his grip on Virgil’s thighs as the younger shrieks in surprise and redoubles his hold around Logan’s neck. 
“Logan!” Virgil shouts, his laughter filling the living room. “I can walk, you know.” 
“I didn’t want to let you go,” Logan replies honestly, sitting down on the couch so that Virgil straddles his lap and looking up into his eyes, knowing that his blush surely rivals Virgil’s own at the confession. 
It’s Virgil who kisses Logan this time, leaning down to claim his lips and allowing his hands to explore, wandering from his shoulders down to the hem of his shirt. Neither of them say anything else for a long while.
Taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added!): @stop-it-anxiety @hickory-dickory-doc-k @naughtynutboy
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aubrey-plaza · 4 years
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I've seen a lot of fic rec lists lately given everything happening. Do you have any recommendations to get us through the lock down? p.s. I love everything you write.
omg thanks anon!!
I know these are scary times so have here a quick and dirty list of my fave fics starting with Staubrey and then just... veering offcourse. They’re all femslash except the one I marked with an asterisk but yeah. 
as always, I’m not gonna rec my own fics on my this list bc that’s cheating but if you wanna read them pls click this link and that ends the self promo for today lmao
 recs under the cut!
Stacie x Aubrey
Snowbound  
by ACamp_toner / @stepintotherevolve​ (22.171, complete, rated E)
summary: The Bellas go on a ski trip and Staubrey happens
notes: this has amazing smut and features just enough jealousy to spark these two idiots into a meaningful talk. there’s also side bechloe and a healthy dose of humour.  
The Howl
by @tiny-maus-boots​ (30.739, wip/currently being written, AU)
summary: Stacie's pack is forcing her into a corner but Fate has other plans for her - if she doesn't die first.
notes: werewolf!Stacie and vampire!Aubrey who meet on a full moon and fuck. there’s more to it and a great backstory that’s being wonderfully developed (trust me, I’ve been told of the plans and I’m ri-ve-ted). also has some amazing soft moments and a fab spark of heat.  
Prelude in Lydian Mode
by knappster / @ss-staubrey​ (5972, complete)
summary: Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.
notes: I will rec this fic til the day I die. It’s such a lovely brand of staubrey and a perfect example of the idiots to lovers trope.  
and the songbirds are singing (like they know the score)
by angelranger (2326, complete)
summary: It came as a slight surprise to Stacie that Aubrey, the same Aubrey who had grown up in a strict and dysfunctional household, was just so good with her daughter.
Bella seemed to unearth a side of Aubrey that was just so unbelievably soft, a side Stacie is almost positive even Aubrey didn’t know existed. But there she is, sat on the carpeted floor in front of the coffee table, sat right next to Bella, drawing outlines for the four year old to colour in.
notes: oh god i love a good, soft bella fic and this one hits all the right notes. it’s sweet and lovely and features singing Bella to sleep which is like. my weakness. go leave some more love on this deserved fic!
Sansa x Margaery
The Crackpots and These Women
by Netgirl_y2k (8089, complete, WEST WING AU)
summary: "You're in charge of press relations," Yara told Margaery, gesturing to Sansa. "Relate.”
summary: yeah you read that fuckin right that’s a West Wing AU. My love for this mashup has no bounds. It’s so perfectly coy, the way I imagine adult Sansa and Margaery would be, combined with the hopeful tinge of WW, and the pining of a somewhat open ended yet hopeful finish. If you like either of these universes, read this.  
Kind Regards
by MsCFH / @hell-much (9835, complete, explicit, part of a series!)
summary: Margaery Tyrell is determined on setting foot in the Northern market of Westeros by establishing a collaboration between the Tyrell Corporation and Stark Incorporated.
The only problem? The likewise gorgeous and stubborn Deputy Managing Director Sansa Stark.
summary: holy hell this fic is amazing. they hate each other SO MUCH. the author has a vibe setting skill that makes me want to weep. the smut is off the charts hot like there are literally no words. go read it and then read the series bc it’s *that good*. please go get your church lady fan before reading because you WILL need it.  
EXTRA NOTE: same author is writing a post-s6 canon compliant fic where Marg is actually still alive and if you’re looking for a full weekend activity, go ahead and binge this one (it’s a wip but is still being updated)
lay all your love on me
by 1once (9498, complete, show-compliant)
summary: It has been eight years since her demise.
But for the world of her, she cannot figure out why. For what? Why was she alive?
notes: i will say just one thing: flower. magic. okay, i’ll say more things. this fic is the redemption show!marg deserved combined with the fun supernatural magicky aspect of flower magic that’s just so in character. reading this fic feels the way a warm cup of tea in your hands on a cold winter’s day does.  
til you come back home
by heart_nouveau (7978, complete, AU - modern setting)
summary: “Using one-night stands to distract myself from my crush on my roommate counts, right?”
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Margaery Tyrell is an ambitious law student who needs a perfect grade point average if she wants to stay at the top of her class - and she is not going to throw that away by falling for her very attractive, very sweet roommate, one Sansa Stark.
notes: margaery is a moron with feelings aka my favourite type of character.  
Birds of Prey’s Dinah x Helena
Siren Call
by ThanksForListening (3300, complete, part 2 of a series) 
summary: "It always happened in the quiet moments. The early hours of the morning, when the leftover energy from a mission hadn’t quite disappeared yet. The sleepless nights, when memories clawed their way into her mind and wouldn’t let go until her screams released them. The lazy afternoons, when the radio played softly and melodies she’d almost forgotten danced around her lips. It was only when the world went still that Dinah felt her watching.
She didn’t remember the first time she noticed it. The staring. Maybe it was because Helena was always watching everything and everyone around them that Dinah didn’t realize how frequently that attention fell on her. How it felt different. Helena looked at the world with suspicion and anger and indifference, but not her. She looked at her with something much softer, something she hadn’t found a name for just yet. No word in her arsenal was deep enough or strong enough to describe it.
Whatever it was, she could feel it now.”
notes: gahhhhh this fic. “What do you see,” she finally asked, “when you look at me?” is a line that I’m gonna think about until the day I die. this is the second fic in a series and you can read it as a standalone but the first fic is also fuckin amazing
after the afterparty
by novoaa1 (1181, complete, set right after the movie ends)
summary: The Canary had let loose a delighted snort at that, as if she found the whole thing somehow laughable.
(Which it wasn’t, to be clear—laughable, that is.)
“Are y'all seeing this shit?” she’d turned to ask the rest of them, earning a giddy squeal from Harley and a bemused scoff from Montoya even whilst Helena remained stock still in place, dutifully blinding herself with one hand. “Absolutely adorable.”
“Shut up,” Helena had hissed back more out of instinct than anything else, though her tone was markedly devoid of any real anger.
(And if Helena had felt her cheeks flush ever so slightly beneath her palm at the Canary’s glib assertion, she certainly didn’t let on.)
Or: Sionis falls. The rest of them remain.
notes: just. read it.  
knew your love (before i kissed you)
by z0ejake / @zxyjxy (58.263, wip / currently being written, rated E for the last chapter)
summary: Surviving the massacre of your entire family at the age of eight is a pretty impressive feat. Training for fifteen years in Sicily until you can kill a man with one hand and a hairpin is also a pretty impressive feat. Returning to the city where your family was cut down and killing every single person involved in their deaths is maybe the most impressive feat. Somehow, it's never been enough for Helena.
notes: bro this fic is a masterpiece and zoe is a genius. features absolute moron feral dumb jock helena and my favourite version of dinah: patient and endeared and a little teasing.  
the war is over (and we are beginning)
by ace_verity (12.573, 5/5, complete)
summary: The thing is, Helena has no idea what comes after.
The past fifteen years, she’s had a singular goal. She's never given any thought to what she’d do once she killed the men who murdered her family in front of her.
Maybe, Helena realizes, she never actually thought she’d make it this far.
In which Helena Bertinelli joins a team, buys a cactus, beats up criminals, goes to church, bakes bread, and falls in love.
(Not necessarily in that order.)
notes: this fic is beautiful and perfectly explores a lost Helena. I also love the way Renee is written in this and the whole vibe of the story is just *chefs kiss*
cheap shampoo
by OfElvesAndAliens (1609, complete)
summary: The thing is, Helena is a rigidly focused kind of gal, iron rage forged into skilled precision. Dinah has also noticed it in the little things, like the way she frowns a bit when she's doing something as trivial as writing, her penmanship always neat and firm. That same tiny furrow of her brow is showing up again while she's methodically whisking some eggs in a bowl.
Dinah finds it cute. Fucking sue her.
notes: oh god but i love a bedsharing fic and this one? feeding and post-mission and just winding down together??? ohhhh my god
two extra random goodies just for fun:
Lamplighter
by the_years_between_us (116.915, wip, rated E)
show/ship: The Fall, Stella Gibson/Reed Smith
summary: Stella gets a call from Reed directly following the final episode of The Fall S3.
notes: this is one of only a handful of wips that I’m keeping up with and reading constantly. It’s written like goddamn poetry and I love an older ship with more baggage, because the emotions here run so much higher with their shared history and the tentative steps they’re trying to take. Also, given the source material, this is almost cathartic to read.  
Nothing to Lose*
by tielan (8013, complete, rated E)
fandom/ship: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Maria Hill/Steve Rogers
summary: “It’s one of the traditional rituals of manhood,” Natasha observes as they’re sparring. “Kill a man, fuck a woman.”
notes: listen. i know. okay? i know this seems like a crackship. but I love it SO MUCH and this author writes so well that I’ve been fully converted. ~something some of you have told me I do for you~ so go read this fic, and then read the others, and then fall in love and join me in this lonely ship. You won’t regret it.  
I’ll be writing while in isolation so if you have any Dinah/Helena or Stacie/Aubrey prompts, shoot ‘em my way!
and also hit me up for anything, as always. 
peace and love, and stay safe everybody!
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wilsherejack · 4 years
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Hi!! I gotta say, I love playing on so much. I’ve read it about 9 times now (which, a feat bc it’s long lol) and I just wanna say!! Thank you!! I’m sure you’re done with it but if you ever feel like going back to it (maybe you got some deleted scenes or sth?) I think the entire fandom might die!! (Also, I love ur OC’s. So much. Really, really love Theo and Love his friendship with jean, too) (idk the dry humor and they way they understand each other is brill) thank u, I keep going back to PO
thank you!!! i probably wont write a sequel but i was thinking about it so lol here are all the deleted scenes i have, maybe i posted some of them before, some of this stuff made into playing on in another form. none of it is completed. at the bottom you’ll find 500 words of what was going to be a sequel but then i scrapped the idea:
this was an early interaction btwn jean and jeremy when i was still trying to get their chemistry right. i cut it bc it was boring i think but it does show that jeremy is constantly checking jean out lol: 
Jean’s put on weight since he came to LA. He was just on the edge of too skinny to be a backliner when he first got here in April, but with regular meals with the team and lifts that aren’t disrupted by an abuser, he’s started to look more the part.
Not that Jean wasn’t always intimidating. He’s tall, carries himself with all the menace of someone whose body was honed to be menacing, has one of those faces that rarely looks like it’s capable of breaking into a smile. He does smile, of course, usually in triumph—when he wrests a ball away from Jeremy, maybe, or when his team wins a scrimmage—but it’s always a surprise.
To the point: Jean has put on weight. Jeremy would know. He and Theo have been walking Jean through the backliner lifting routine for the last few weeks, and watching Jean gain thirty pounds just from starting to eat more has been encouraging. He doesn’t look starved anymore, skin stretched too tight over six foot two inches of muscle and bone. He looks like an exy player.
“You’re making good progress, Moreau,” Jeremy says when Jean gets out from under the squat rack, clapping him on the shoulder. “Will you start for us, though?”
It’s half a joke; Jean isn’t miles better than Theo or Rogelio, but he’s better enough that the only way he doesn’t start is if he’s hurt or doesn’t put enough work into team cohesion. He’s played through injuries his entire life, and now he’s healthy.
Well, physically healthy, at least: he glares at Jeremy for a second like he thinks Jeremy is challenging him, and then he half-smiles. It looks out of place on his face.
“If I don’t, it will be your mistake,” Jean says. “Do you need a spot?”
Jeremy glances up; the rest of the Trojan defense is milling about the gym. It’s not really his day to lift, but no one will notice, he figures, if he just squats a little under his max—
“No, it’s not my day. I’m just here to supervise all of y'all and make sure Theo doesn’t challenge you to a lift off.”
It’s supposed to be a conditioning day for him; he and the rest of the Trojan attack ran six miles this morning and they’re planning on an easy swim tonight. If he lifts, he might hurt himself, and if he hurts himself, he can’t play, and if he can’t play, then—well, hopefully he’ll never have to deal with that possibility.
the first guy Jean hooks up with at USC, i think in the text i mentioned he sleeps with a swimmer or diver or something idk here it is:
Usually, Jean swims in the gym pool that every other USC student has access to. He avoids the athletics one since it’s nearly impossible to time around the swim and water polo teams.
Today, though, it’s drizzling, so everyone at USC had to fill their need to see their classmates in bathing suits indoors. Jean gets it, but he doesn’t want to deal with it, so he checks the other pool schedule on his phone and swipes in when he sees that water polo practice isn’t for another half hour.
He got into swimming years ago, because it reminded him of being at the beach in Marseille and because Riko rarely swam. He still swims because it’s low-impact cardio.
No one is there yet. Jean strips off his sweatshirt and sweatpants in the locker room, tugs a swim cap over his head, and dives in the deep end.
He’s swum two laps before he notices someone is watching him. He swims another two before stopping to check who it is.
“You’re good,” the guy says. He’s wearing one of those water polo swim caps that cover the ears and a speedo. It’s a ridiculous uniform. “But I don’t think you guys are scheduled for practice for a few more hours.”
Jean pushes himself half out of the pool so the water polo-ist can see that he isn’t a swimmer. No one on the swim team has scars like his.
“Oh, shit, wait, don’t you play exy? I didn’t know you guys could swim.”
“You play exy in the water,” Jean says, sitting on the edge of the pool. “How is that any different?”
“Not exy,” the guy says. He sits down next to Jean, letting his legs dangle in the water. “We don’t have racquets. They’d slow us down.”
[they hook up]
originally this was the start to the jean section but i cut most of it bc it did a lot of telling without showing. u can still see the sketch marks in it bc it wasn’t done. i ended up using some bits later i think:
Jean has had two captains.
It’s not the same. When Riko stepped into a room, he wanted everyone to kneel. He didn’t make you feel like an equal—he was clear about the hierarchy between him and everyone else. He was the son—well, nephew, technically but even thinking that could get you a cane to the side of the head—of exy. Only Kevin Day was his equal, and even then, without Kayleigh Day around to stop it, Kevin was owned, too. To Riko, the Ravens were not teammates; they were animals, honed for the hunt.
It’s not the same with Jeremy. When Jeremy stands in front of the team for a pep talk or leans against the wall during an unguarded moment, when Jeremy grins from across the gym or shouts that one of them is fucking something up, it’s not—there isn’t hierarchy. Even though he’s in charge, technically. When Jeremy looks at them—or maybe just at Jean, but it certainly feels like the entire team is under his spell—it’s like he breathes strength into them. Like he’s the sun and they’re all solar panels or plants or something else that needs the sun for energy. Jeremy looks at Jean, and just like that, Jean believes he’ll be fine. It’s a comfort. It’s been a comfort since they met properly back in April.
And yet, he wants to be a friend. He says it, lives it with most of the other Trojans. Jean can’t separate the two, the captain from Jeremy Knox his roommate and friend. It’s the same person who tilted his head to the side and said, [line from earlier], the same person whose vomit Jean cleaned up after a particularly messy night. It’s the same person who saved him. The same person who projects a perfectly calm exterior before games unless you know his tell, a single finger tapping endlessly, relentlessly, against the home button on his phone.
And Jean does know his tell. [something something about jeremy’s tell]
[Laila will be his third captain]
Sometimes the only thing Jean wants is to tear Jeremy apart, dismantle him from top to bottom and examine every single cell to find what makes him tick, what propels him onward despite everything he’s dealt with, how he manages, day after day, to produce smiles that reassure and compel and warm.
Others, Jean just misses the sound of his voice.
It’s nice having a single—Jean won’t contest that. He has to share a bathroom with Theo, Dev, and Mo, and their suite is frequently loud because Theo is blasting music, but Jean doesn’t mind. He has a big window, and he keeps the shades up all the time. The sun wakes him in the morning.
It’s stupid, but Jean loves L.A. It’s a ridiculous city, big and sprawling, poorly planned, with a mayor who thinks he can reshape it through his charisma alone. It’s encircled by mountains, so that the people at the bottom suffer from bad air and heat. It’s impossible to get anywhere without sitting in traffic. When Jean goes to the beach, it takes forever.
Still, Jeremy was right about the beach here. It’s beautiful. Jean can’t imagine going back to a place like the Nest, landlocked and underground. Here, vitamin D abounds. Jean can swim in the pool every morning and in the ocean any time he can make it out.
But he misses Jeremy. It’s stupid, but not all that surprising—Jeremy is complicated and anxious and occasionally annoying, but he was also a constantly encouraging presence on the other side of the room. It’s normal for Jean to be attached, even if he can’t put words to it and Jeremy finds a way to bail any time they circle around the topic. Jeremy called them friends, and that’s what they are now that there’s no team to force them together.
i was going to do this weird conceptual thing with smiles when i first started writing jean’s section but i scrapped it pretty quick for being uh stupid
Sometimes, when he’s feeling especially masochistic, jean tries to identify every type of smile Jeremy is capable of. There should be categories and subsections, he thinks; this smile filed away as “media: subsection, Trojans; heading: loss”; that smile as “team: subjection, practice; heading: encouraging” OR SOMETHING.
The smile turned on him right now is a sad one. Jean thinks, category: Jean Moreau. Subsection: leaving. Type: sentimental.
“It’s only a few hours’ flight,” Jeremy is saying, again. “You know I could be back here in a heartbeat if you needed—if you wanted, I mean.”
“What would I need from you that Coach could not provide?” Jean asks, mostly teasing.
Category: Jean Moreau. Subsection: normal conversation. Type: confused and almost hurt.
“Friendship and moral support! Obviously!”
“I have Alvarez.”
Jeremy laughs. It sounds genuine. His head is thrown back, mouth open, gleeful, unguarded. Jean used to think that if he laughed like that it was practically begging for someone to tear out his throat.
“I am joking,” Jean says. “You know I’ll miss you too.”
“Too? When did I say I’d miss you?”
originally jean was going to have a tremor but i think i totally cut that from the final, i dont remember though:
Jean has a tremor in his hands.
Jeremy, early on, looked carefully away from it—directly into Jean’s eyes—and said, “What’s going on there?”
Jean: “I do not need steady hands to hold a racquet.”
“You need them to aim a ball. Is there a pill or something?”
Jean aimed the ball perfectly. Jeremy stopped asking about it.
jeremy invites jean to houston for winter break and hints at the boston thing, obv i cut this for drama:
“I have a type, I guess,” Jeremy says. “Not that I—I mean that I. Always root for the underdog.”
“And yet you are playing for the best team in the south.”
Jeremy’s sigh blows his mussed hair into the air above his head. Jean watches it float back down.
“Let’s not call what I do playing,” Jeremy says. “Hopefully with playoff series they’ll need me for rotation, and I can show what I’m made of.”
“And win a starting position for next season? Houston starting striker Jeremy Knox?”
Jeremy squints back at him. “We’ll see.”
“Will we?”
“There’s a rumor Boston’s about to get some new owners. If they’re looking to build for the future—I mean, I don’t like the cold, but at least there are fewer Trump stickers in Boston.”
It’d be nice to have the luxury of choosing a worse team instead of the one that would pay you the most. Jean can’t pretend the idea isn’t attractive to him; he’s always been bought and sold by the best in the game. Building something from the ground up—like Kevin did, he thinks—would be a fascinating experiment.
“Just as much racism, though,” Jean says. “Or so I’ve heard.”
“You’ve never been?”
“The Ravens played there, but we never saw the city.”
It wasn’t like with the Trojans, where if they have to fly somewhere they make a night of it, tourist around Seattle or Austin. It was always a direct line from the stadium to the cars to the jet or bus and back to the Nest. When Jean closes his eyes and tries to think of Boston or D.C. or Philadelphia, the only thing he remembers is darkness. The black walls of the Nest, of Ravens’ jerseys, of the insides of his eyelids when he couldn’t cope with knowing what was coming anymore.
“Jean,” Jeremy says. It’s still strange hearing his voice projected through speakers instead of just right there. Jean doesn’t like it. “Maybe BU will make championships this year and you’ll get the chance. Or if I go, you can come visit me, we can do the white Christmas thing, right? I’ve only done that with Laila, like, once.”
here is a scene i wrote at the end of jeans bit where theo was comforting him post fight w jeremy. scrapped bc of drama / it didnt make sense the way i ended up changing the story
Roughly fifteen seconds later, someone bangs on the door. Jean ignores the sudden racing in his chest—he’s still pissed, but it wouldn’t take much for him not to be anymore, which is probably an issue in itself—and opens it.
It isn’t Jeremy. It’s Theo.
“So … I heard yelling,” Theo says.
Jean takes a step back to let him in. Theo sets an almost empty bottle of vodka and two solo cups on Jean’s desk.
“We were not yelling,” Jean says.
Theo pours generous measures of vodka into each cup, finishing the bottle. “You weren’t whispering. Do you have any mixers?”
Jean hands him a half-full lime Perrier and accepts the concoction Theo hands back. It’s really too strong for the Perrier to water it down, but Jean swallows the entire mess anyway.
“So,” Theo says. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Jean says.
“Then fix your jacket and let’s go to dinner.”
“I’m not going.”
“Yeah, you are. We’re celebrating your future tonight.”
Jean doesn’t even want it. His future. It doesn’t even belong to him.
“I’m not going,” he says again. “I’ll see you when you get back.”
“At least come to drinks after. We can go to that place you like. Where Katie hooked up with the bartender.”
“I don’t want to,” Jean says. “Have fun.”
Theo pulls the chair from Jean’s desk and drops down into it. “I mean, I’m not going if you’re not going. Do you have any alcohol to finish off?”
“Don’t do that,” Jean says. “Just go.”
“If you want to, like, sit here and wallow alone, I’ll go, but if you’re just avoiding Jeremy—which I’m pretty sure I heard you call him your best friend, and I’ll pretend I’m not offended—”
“Don’t miss dinner because of me.”
“It’s not going to be fun without you. I’ll steal Dev’s beer if you don’t have anything. Actually, when are you getting drug tested for your new team? I have an eighth if you feel like smoking. We could order pizza or something.”
“Are you serious?”
“I mean, you don’t have to, I’m not going to, like, peer pressure you—”
and finally, i considered writing a one shot sequel but i got bored lol. it’s cute though right:
“Don’t smother me just because I’m injured,” Jean warns. “Remember, this is far from my first injury.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re very strong, I get it,” Jeremy replies. Loath as he is to admit it, Jean honestly wouldn’t mind seeing Jeremy right now. It’s been weeks since their schedules and the weather allowed either of them a home visit—flying through Boston’s February snowstorms is ill-advised, especially when they both have tight schedules to stick to—and honestly, Jean misses him. “Hey, did you know there are bike lanes in Miami?”
“Yes. I almost hit a cyclist every morning on my way to practice.”
“Interesting,” Jeremy says. “Interesting. How do you feel about getting out of bed right now?”
“Reluctant.”
“Do it anyway,” Jeremy says. “I don’t want to have to break a window or something. I mean, you could afford to fix it, I’m just not trying to injure myself–”
“What?”
“Um,” Jeremy says. “I’m outside.”
“Outside in the streets of Boston?”
“No. I’m outside your house. Can you hobble over and open the door?”
At once, Jean seizes his crutches from the bedside and hobbles out of his room to the front door, outside of which Jeremy is standing, backpack slung over one shoulder. There is a city bike leaning against Jean’s stoop. Jeremy grins, and then he catches sight of Jean’s wrapped knee and grimaces.
“How bad is it?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Are you serious? Seeing you, obviously.” Jeremy leans forward to peck Jean on the lips, and then he closes the door and drops his stuff just inside. “Wait, do you not want me here?”
“I always want you here,” Jean says. “I just wasn't—I’m injured, but I’m fine. You did not have to come.”
“I know,” Jeremy says. “Don’t do your whole pissy injury thing with me, okay? I’m here with you because I want to be.”
“It is not that bad.” Jean crutch-walks to the couch and collapses into it, blinking in surprise when Jeremy shoves an ottoman under Jean’s injured leg. “I’ll be back in a few weeks. We are just lucky that this happened with enough time before playoff finals to be an issue.”
Jeremy slumps down on the couch next to Jean, resting his head on Jean’s shoulder. “Yeah. Lucky.”
This is the first time they have seen each other since Jeremy’s trip to Miami after New Year’s. Jean doesn’t quite know what the dynamics between them are supposed to be. It’s strange to just be able to touch Jeremy whenever he wants.
He does now, dropping a hand onto the spot on Jeremy’s leg where his shorts have ridden up. “Hey. Thank you for coming.”
Jeremy sits up just enough to look Jean in the face. “I didn’t know if you’d be into this or not, babe. I probably should’ve called first, I just—I wasn’t really thinking. I saw you were injured and I wanted to come see you.”
Jean wrinkles his nose. “Babe?”
“I don’t know, do you like pet names? Sweetheart? Honey?”
“I feel like we are a little beyond pet names,” Jean says. “Besides, I think pet names are supposed to be unique. Those are just terms of endearment.”
“I mean, I’m endeared to you, honey.”
Jean laughs. “I’m so happy you’re here.” 
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tidsoptlmist · 6 years
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It’s a Boy-Girl Thing - E.D.
Authors note: I’M BACK! for those who care: my holiday was sO MUCH FUN OH MY GOD!! I had the bEST time!!! sadly school has started again and i’m drowning in homework again!!! 
disclaimer 1: over these past few weeks I’ve received so many asks about whether or not I was still gonna update this: the answer is YES!
I hate the feeling of letting you all wait or maybe letting you down when i’m not posting as often as i (and you) would want me to. 
the things is that (and this might come as a shocker) actually do have a life outside of tumblr. I’m in my senior year of high school and I trying to get good grades, so I can get into a good university next year...
I do love writing this and I am so excited to continue writing this story (and more!!) and I will not stop until this story is finished!!! I promise ahha!! I see those messages as a compliment (bc apparently you all like this very much and want to read more) but sometimes they make me feel a little bad/stressed because i feel like I’m let you all down... so yea..... I hope you all understand! 
(what im trying to say is that i dont really mind those asks but at the same time it won't help asking bc YES i will be updating: but only when I’m able to...) (which will be regularly again next week!!!!) (promise)
disclaimer 2: this wasn't proofread so my apologies for any (loads of) spelling/grammar error!!!!! im a dyslectic assclown who cant spell to safe their own life so yea... just a lil heads up
Part 9 一 ANIMOSITY
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Summary: Ethan and Y/N are neighbors. And although Y/N is on good terms with Ethan’s twin brother Grayson, Y/N and Ethan loathe each other and are constantly in dispute. Ethan is a populair varsity football player, who likes to be in the spotlight. Y/N prefers to stay under the radar, while reading books and poetry.
Although the constant bickering between the two drives everyone around them crazy - the two live their separate lives peacefully. At least that’s how it was until they wake up one morning and every had changed…
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10
You liked sports. You honestly liked being active. But not in late summer, when it was hot like an oven outside and the air humid.
You could feel the sweat dripping down your back, your shirt completely drenched. Your heart beat banging in your head and your legs shaking. You squint your eyes against the intense sunset.
Ethan had made you run around the field all afternoon. He had made you run laps, do pushups, situps and all different sorts of exercises which names you had forgotten right after Ethan said you could stop doing them. After finishing you had dropped yourself next to Ethan on the grass: completely worn out.
‘What are you doing?’ Ethan had asked.
‘I’m taking a break. Actually, not even a break: I’m done! I think if I continue I might get a heart attack or something,’ you breath still went rapidly.
Ethan just laughed while grabbing a water bottle from the cooler he had taken with him. ‘What are you on about? This was the warming up!’ He threw a cold bottle of water next to you in the grass. Your hands quickly opened it and you gulped down half of the bottle before glaring at Ethan.
‘I’m definitely warm…’ You mumbled annoyed.
Slowly you had gotten up from the grass and Ethan had made you catch footballs for an hour. The sun was now setting and your whole body ached. You fell onto the bench at the side of the field.
‘I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave this bench. I can’t carry your body anymore Eth,’ you sighed and wiped your forehead with his shirt. It didn’t help much: your shirt was completely soak. Ethan stood in front of you, grinning. Silently you watched the sunset behind the hills.
‘Let’s go home,’ you said, getting up. You grabbed your bag and looked at Ethan. He was still smiling at you. ‘I thought you said “you were never gonna be able to get off that bench”,’ he chucked at you. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but let a smile creep on your face.
‘We really need to head home though. Grayson said something about a party this morning and I think he really wants to go,’ you say as you walk towards the parking lot where Ethan had parked your car earlier.
‘Who’s hosting the party?’ Ethan asked you, eyeing your in a curious manner.
‘Austin, I think…’ You say, trying to remember what Grayson had said this morning. ‘He said Austin invited you both. And that it would be a big party. Apparently his parents are out of town.’
‘You should go,’ Ethan says, as he opens the trunk. You put the footballs and bottles of water and other training gear in the trunk.
‘I don’t want to go,’ you say in all honesty. Ethan rolls his eyes as he closes the trunk again.
‘Grayson and I never go somewhere alone-’
‘Yea, that’s kinda weird: you two should try to being more independent,’ you cut him off. Ethan eyes you angrily - irritated that you cut him off, but ignores your comment.
‘Like I said, before you cut me off: we never go somewhere alone. If Grayson wants to go: you go with him,’ Ethan says as he walks towards the driver seat. You walk towards passengers seat and get into your car.
‘I don’t like those kind of parties! What do you want me to do while I’m there?! Also; this could only go wrong. Someone will definitely notice something’s off!’ You tell him, trying to convince him why you shouldn’t go to Austin’s party.
‘You can try talking to some girls?’ Ethan suggests chuckeling, but quickly comes back from his idea: ‘Wait, no! Don’t talk to girls! You’ll for sure embarrass me!’
You glare at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘Y/N, you might have a 4.0 on your GPA but you definitely don’t have a 4.0 in flirting,’ Ethan laughs at his own joke.
‘I’m not that bad….’ You say softly.
‘You know what, I’ll go to the party as well. That way I can keep an eye on you so you don’t embarrass me too much.’ Ethan says. You give him another glare. Annoyed how he won’t trust you.
The field wasn’t far from your home. Ethan parked in front of the Dolan house and you got out of the car.
‘Do you need to pick an outfit for tonight too - or do you trust me to pick one out myself without embarrassing you?’ You snarled at him. Ethan looked unimpressed by your remark.
‘Nah, you’re good,’ he simply said, pushing a strand of your long hair out of his face. In the days that he had been trapped in your body, he had only wore your hair down. It was now that you relised it was probably because he didn’t know how to tie a ponytail with long hair. You huffed and walked towards the trunk where you got the footballs and other training gear.
You walked towards the Dolan house without saying goodbye to Ethan. You dumped the training gear in the garage and walked immediately upstairs. You grabbed a clean pair of undrwear and some basketball shorts and walked towards the shower.
You took a quick shower - the same way you did that morning. This time the towel didn’t drop and you got the underwear on in one go. You stood infront of Ethan’s side of the sink and sprayed on some cologne. You closed your eyes as you inhaled the scent: it was smelled very good.
You walked out of the bathroom and layed down on Ethan’s bed. The party wouldn’t start till 9:30 - so you had a good three hours to kill.
Before you really could think of something to do, Grayson barched into the room. These boys left eachother no privacy did they?!
‘E,’ he exclaimed as he jumbed on the bed next to you, ‘wanna play some video games?’
And before you knew it, you were walking towards Grayson’s room. It was practially the same as Ethan - but with different colored bedsheets and instead of a poster of a motercycle there was a poster of old looking car. You recognised Grayson’s Ford Bronco - altough the one on the poster was red in color. Grayson turned the PlayStation on and handed you a controller.
‘Dude!!’ Grayson yelled at you. You stared at the screen. “YOU DIED” it read in thic red letters.
‘I swear I shot them first! I don’t know how I died?!’ You said annoyed.
‘Why are you so bad at this game?! Did you lose all your skills while haning out with Y/N today or something?!’ Grayson said jokingly, although he stilled looked a little annoyed at you for losing.
‘No,’ you mumbed while restarting the game. Playing video games was more fun then you innitionally thought it would be. Grayson was good company too, chatting away about his day.
‘How is Y/N doing?’ Grayson asks suddenly. You huff, concentrating on the game, ‘she’s good.’
Grayson falls back on the bed, starring at the ceiling, ‘she looks good.’
His comment makes you forget the game and within a second the red letters spelling out “YOU LOST” fill the tv screen again.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You ask Grayson, confused. Grayson gives you a ‘like you don’t know what I’m talking about’-look. You gave him the ‘I-really-don’t-have-a-fucking-clue-what-you’re-talking-about-so-tell-me-now’-kind of look.
‘You said it yourself E: she has a good ass!’
You look at him in shock. It was weird hearing Grayson making comments about your ass - well just any ass - without getting red and flushed.
‘I never said that!’ Ethan would never say something like that about you!
‘Yea you did, like three days ago,’ Grayson says while taking the controller from you hands. ‘But don’t worry, I won’t tell Sophia tonight.’ He chuckles at his own joke. He walked towards the PlayStation and turns it off.
‘Is she gonna be there too?’ You mentally roll your eyes. Your energy level for this party just dropped to minus 6.
‘Yea, so let’s have some diner and get ready for this party,’ Grayson says as he walks out of his room. When he’s halfway down the stairs you hear him laugh and say:
‘and don’t forget to bring protection! We don’t want any surprises in 9 months!’
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- i wrote a short grayson imagine but its not that good should i still post it???
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sunnysidewrites · 7 years
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Vigilante Partner in Crime!Wonwoo Pt 2
LOOK WHO’S BACK WITH PART 2!! I WANNA THANK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO GAVE ME WONDERFUL FEEDBACK THE DAY I POSTED PART 1!!! Can you guys believe that was only my 2nd piece I posted on here?? And now look at how much has happened since then! IT’S BEEN OVER A MONTH!!! Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to write this!!! Writing this was a real struggle,,, my writer’s block for 3 weeks suddenly all disappeared TODAY and I couldn’t be happier!! Also,,, look out for that last bullet point ;)))  GET READY FOR A WILD RIDE AGAIN!!!! I MADE THIS TOO LONG LSJDFLJF I CAN’T CONTAIN MY FEELS FOR WONWOO HAPPY READING MY CHILDREN!! <3333 For a refresher, I recommend you reading Part 1 before continuing!
Part 1 | Part 2
“Hello?” a customer waved their hand in front of your face
Your hazy eyes focused back for the tenth time that same hour
“S-sorry, miss,” you stammered as you resumed scanning her items
Once she left, you sighed and shook your head for who knows how many times that week
Get it together, Y/N, you mentally scolded yourself and lightly smacked your cheeks
It already had been a week since that night
“Can’t we just,,, keep it between us?” his words still rang in your ears, a constant mantra that continues to linger in your thoughts
“Ugh, nO!!!”
“Okay, okay! It’s fine if you don’t wanna,,,, i can just do it myself,,,”
You turned around to meet a bewildered Wonwoo, his eyes slightly bugged out and his hands raised in defense
“O-oh,,, Wonwoo,,,, i’m sorry what did you say?”
“I just asked you if you wanted to restock with me,,,,,,,”
Your expression had “mental facepalm” written all over it
You quickly muttered an excuse to stay at the cashier and he seemed to get the hint
All week you’ve been making it a lil too obvious you were on the edge and if wonwoo had caught on, he sure didn’t say anything about it
You trudge back home where your grandma greets you granny makes a comeback!!!
“Welcome home y/n!!!” she excitedly hugs you
You return it and walk to the kitchen to grab a snack and a drink
You start talking about your day but you start noticing that your grandma is just,,, a little,,, too excited,,,,
“Ok grandma what’s got you bouncing on your toes”
“What,,, i’m perfectly fine,,,,”
“Right,,,, like you didn’t just jump 10 feet in the air,,,,”
“,,,,,u right”
You put down your glass of water on the counter and face your body towards her
She exhales a small breath before taking another in
“You’re bonnie aren’t you?”
Your heartbeat spikes up and you’re like oH MYGOSDJFJOFD
“What that’s ridiculous! I’m too busy studying--”
“No need to cover it up. I saw your attire stuffed in the back of your closet when i was trying to help clean it”
Your guarded expression immediately lets down and all she can see is pure anxiety on your face
“Omg grandma plS DONT TELL MOM AND DAD I SWEAR IF U WANT ME TO STOP I WILL--”
“I support it”
You:
Grandma:
You:
Grandma:
You: what
“Look y/n,,,, i haven’t told you everything about what i did”
“,,,,what do you mean? Didn’t you say you were a detective?”
“Yes,,, i was,,,, but i was also just like you having that little ‘side job’”
You’re just like ????? what the????
“Ever heard of Shadowcat hun?”
And you’re like O M G IT CANT BE
“wHAT NO WAY THE LEGENDARY VIGILANTE WHO PUT THE ENTIRE LAW ENFORCEMENT OUT OF BUSINESS FOR DECADES BC SHE WAS JUST THAT GOOD????”
She clicks her tongue, “in the flesh”
You’re still freaking out when her expression suddenly darkens
“And you’ve heard of Geney?”
“,,,,that scary mutation bad guy???” LMAO DO U GUYS GET THE PUN
“Correction. Bad woman. And she wasn’t always evil you know,” your grandma says with a hint of melancholy in her eyes
You decide that it’s a story for another time and make a mental note to ask her later as her eyes refocus back to you
“Anyways, she’s never quite up to any good. I hear there’s a bunch of delinquents from her family in your generation and they might cause you trouble,,,,”
“Grandma relax!! I got this in the bag!! And i have clyde!!! We’re unstoppable!! We are Bonnie and Clyde for a reason. We’ll figure out how to do it” You reassuringly pat her shoulder
“Hun i had that same mindset as you and things happened. Life happened. And it may happen to you as well”
“Seriously, grandma, we’re able to get through anything together,” you smiled and gave her one last pat on the shoulder before you left
The following night you were on another mission of yours, you scoping out the area as Wonwoo adjusted the subtle tool belt on each of your waists
“Okay, he just entered the building; we’re all clear--” you turn back to report your observations when,,,
Wonwoo’s face is just a little too close to yours
He was busy taking care of your supplies that he had bent down in concentration
You freeze, your breath hitching
He was still focused on your supplies and then smiled and looked up, “Great!”
He finally noticed the proximity and jerked his hands away from your belt
He quickly took a step back and covered the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand
“U-uh,,,, sorry,,,, I was just replenishing your things,,,,” he stammered, running his fingers through his hair
“It’s fine,,,” you reply, the both of you avoiding eye contact
You shake your head and continue to give him your report
You can’t help but notice the churning in your stomach
As of late, your stomach had been acting funny every time you were on these missions
But ofc you just brushed them off
“Lmao i probably just ate something bad”
,,,,,sigh
Weeks pass by and you still get the uncomfortable nauseous feeling
“Are you feeling okay? You’re a little pale” wonwoo peeks at your face
“I’m fine! I’m fine,” you stop him before getting too close to you (since he’s the reason why lmAO)
You just take deep breaths in and try to put all your energy in the mission
He tries to ease your uneasiness by squeezing both of your shoulders
“We’re in this together. Partners in crime, right?”
You nod your head
“Partners in crime. Always.”
He gives you a quick kiss on the head, a gesture that you have gotten used to after this time
But for some reason, it felt,,,, different and gave you a fuzzy feeling
You confirm both of your roles and split up once you head inside the building of the crime scene
Fifteen minutes in and you find one of the minions (no not those minions lmao)
He tries escaping but you easily tackle him down
With his arms wrenched around his back, you whisper in his ear
“Mind telling me who the puppeteer of this freak show is?”
“Please believe me I don’t know anything!! OW!!”
“I don’t think you understand the position you’re in right now, mister. Now. I’ll say it again. Who’s the mastermind behind this?”
“Look. Just hear me out,,,, I’m on your side and am just as confused as you are,,,,,”
You tighten your grip on him, his howling filling the empty room
“i’m still waiting”
“OW!! I honestly don’t know,,,, but my best guess is Geney,,,,”
you release him and press your stun gun on him
Well,,, i mean you weren’t actually gonna kill him and plus this man didn’t even put up a fight lmao
You drag him into a storage room and lock him up there
You’re on your way to scope out more of the minions and check up on Wonwoo
You see a bright light shining in one of the rooms and cautiously approach it
You peek your head from the side of the door to check if anyone is already inside
You find a hiding spot and settle around it when all of a someone someone grabs your arm
You’re in automatic defense mode when you just see Wonwoo and sigh a breath of relief
“Jesus christ, wonwoo you scared me!” you whispered sharply
“Sorry,,,, i was just in the middle of searching for you. Is this the room?”
You nodded and turned your attention back to the brilliant lights
“Well,,, they sure made it obvious with all of these lights in the middle of the room”
He hushes you, his still hand on your arm
“I think they’re coming”
You nod silently and get in a position, ready to pounce at any time
“Guys! It’s in here!” A foreign voice shouted
You waited for them to start filing in and you and wonwoo exchange a look
You silently mouth one, two, three
And next thing you know you hear gunshots and punches being thrown
You’re in the middle of fighting a man and he keeps sneering at you
“You think you’re such a hotshot, playing the good guy here?”
“Not my fault you guys always lose. I guess you got that in your bloodline”
He glares at you before smirking, “well i don’t think i have to worry about that at least for tonight”
“What?”
You’re only caught off guard for a fraction of a second when someone holds you back, locking your arms
“Let!! Me!! Go!!” you struggle to get out of the lock but your capturer won’t budge
“No can do sweetie”
You immediately stop, your blood running cold
You,,,, you can’t believe,,,,,
The voice that you were so accustomed to for all of these years
The same voice that makes those stupid flirty jokes but you allow him to anyway bc he’s just him
The voice that promised to be partners in crime
The voice that you trusted
Suddenly you wanna vomit at the touch of his hands
“C-c-clyde???”
You can hear his smirk from behind you
“Ah,,, well I didn’t want it to come to this bonnie but,,,, well i had to follow my grandma’s orders. She’s just kinda the boss around here”
Grandma???
Oh 
oH
OH
Oh no
“You’re,,,,,,, you’re related to Geney????”
“Yes, and as much as I would love to chit chat, we have something to take” he looks at the minions and gestures to the artifact
“Why,,,, why would you do this?”
“Don’t take it too personally, bonnie. Our time here is up. You were a great partner while it lasted.”
He manhandles you to a bunch of his minions
“Oh and don’t even try attacking them. Be grateful i didn’t end you on the spot,” he winks and nonchalantly stuffs his hands in his pockets
He looks at the minions but returned his stare to you
“Do whatever you want to her,” he coldly states and stalks out
They drag you to the back of the building, ready to finish you off when you were able to knock all of them out
You stare at their bodies on the ground, your chest heaving gradually faster
You wanted to cry
You wanted to scream
You wanted to hit him
You wanted to hug your grandma
But you were only paralyzed
Just one more time, you scope the area
But instead of doing it for wonwoo
You did it bc of wonwoo
:’((((
Wonwoo was still in the building strolling down the halls when he heard muffled shouts behind the storage door
He clucks his tongue in disapproval and kicks it down
“You’re still here?” he looks down at him in disdain
“What did you do to her?” he fumed, his eyes set ablaze
He laughs coolly, his head turned to the side before facing the pitiful look on the minion
“Guess she fell for it after all, huh?” he smirks a little too widely
He got out his right hand and casually threw out something on his lap
“She dropped this when I kicked her out”
Wonwoo suddenly reverted back to his form
“Sorry I had to use your little girlfriend, but I have to show the world Geney isn’t done just quite yet,” she threw a wink
“Oh, I guess I should turn you back into your original self since,,, well she doesn’t wanna do anything with you anymore,” she laughed shrilly before transforming him back and slamming the building door shut
He numbly looks down on his lap and bites his lip from shouting
The shiny golden band only stared back at him, the same words he told you before “betraying” you mockingly printed on it in small black script
Partners in crime, right?
Partners in crime. Always.
Ok lmao also i hella struggled writing part 2 but i did leave it at on open end,,,, so,,,, will i make a part 3??? Who knows???? ;)))) I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS TO LAST LONGER THAN 1 PART SLFJDLS but maybe i’ll do it if its highly requested!!! :))))
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