#she said she wants to spend my birthday with me and get shitfaced together and all

[homeofthelonelywriter]

K.I.A. | Oneshot

(A/N) This one could really hit hard. Please take care of yourself.

Pairing: Simon x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: lots of angst, death of a loved one, depression, grief, alcohol, comfort in the end

Synopsis: I don't think there is a need for a synopsis. The title says it all.

It was supposed to be fine.

It was supposed to be safe.

“It’s going to be a quick and easy mission, love. I’ll be back in no time.”

That’s what he had said.

That’s what he had promised.

But he lied.

The mission wasn’t quick. It wasn’t easy. He wouldn’t be back in no time.

He was dead.

Killed in action, an honorable death.

To hell with them. To hell with their honorable death. Death isn’t honorable, death is death. And now he’s gone. And I’ll never see him again.

It’s his funeral and I can’t even look at them. The ones that survived. Price, Soap, Gaz. They all came back but he didn’t. He didn’t and he never will.

They hand me a flag, folded into a triangle. If I could, I would throw it at their heads. If I could, I would yell at them. If I could, I would I hit them. But I can’t. I can’t do anything, but stand there, hold that stupid flag and cry while they fire off their shots. I can’t do anything.

Well, I can do something. I can lie in bed. I can cry, a lot. I can ignore my hunger until I almost throw up. I can see his shadow, trick myself into thinking that he’s back. That he’s alive.

And I can think of him. Of all the good memories. How we met. The first time we kissed. How he asked me out. Our first date. The birthday he gave me the puppy.

The puppy…at the though of Riley, I sit up. At least until I realise that my mom took her after the funeral. She was safe, cared for. I was alone. So fucking alone.

I don’t know how much time passed, a week? Maybe a month. Perhaps even two.

I finally get up and take a shower. I smell after all.

The shower feels incredibly small without Simon behind me.

And that’s how I start crying again. I sit under the stream for what feels like hours before I finally find the strength to get out and dry off my body before falling back onto my bed.

But now it’s getting better.

I take showers from time to time.

Sometimes I even eat some food. I don’t cook anything, everything I’ve had, had spoiled by now, but I just order in.

It’s been four months since Price stood at my door and told me he was dead. That Simon would never come back. And I’ve finally found a way to dull the pain.

Alcohol isn’t the answer, of course. But for now it’s the only thing that is making me feel even slightly alive.

I spent most my day at the bar nearby, what else am I supposed to do?

Home makes me think about Simon.

Work makes me think about Simon.

Hanging out with my family or friends make me think of Simon.

We had never gone to this bar together, so I’m safe here. And the alcohol drowns out my thoughts of him. Well, most of them anyway. At least it leaves enough sense to find my way back home.

It’s become some sort of ritual. Get out of bed, get dressed, go to the bar, get shitfaced and go back home.

Today isn’t any different. Why should it be? But why…does it feel different.

I usually spend multiple hours there, but today I just want to get back home. After I pay for the drink I actually had, I make my way home. But I feel watched, the whole way back. At least I’ll feel better as soon as I’m in bed.

I unlock the front door and walk inside, not paying any mind to the big shadow standing in the hallway, or to how similar it looks to Simon. Instead, I lock the door behind me and shrug off the jacket I’m wearing, hanging it up.

I walk past the shadow and to the staircase leading up and to the bedroom I share…shared with Simon. But something stops me. One word.

“Love?”

I freeze not moving a single muscle. It can’t be him. But it sounds like him. But he’s dead. But it looks like him.

Stiff, almost like a robot, I turn around and look at the shadow. And I see Simon.

“You’re not real.”

I shake my head and start walking up the stairs.

“Love, it’s me. I’m sorry, I-”

I cut him off as I spin around and slap him across the face. That used to get rid of the hallucinations, but…he’s still here. His head whips to the right from the impact, but he doesn’t move.

“Simon…”

He looks at me. He is here. So I touch him.

I place my hands against his chest, against his beating heart.

And it is beating. He is alive. He is here.

I move my hands to his shoulder. They are as broad and hard as I remember.

I move them to his neck, feel his pulse. He is here. He is alive.

“Simon.”

I only realise that I’m crying when Simon lifts his hands and carefully wipes them away.

“Simon.”

A sob wracks through me and I let him wrap his arms around me.

Another sob and I let him pull me closer.

My body shakes as he holds it to his.

His body. Firm and warm. Hard, covered in muscles.

He is here. He is alive.

“You were dead.”

He tightens his hold on me.

“I know, love. I know.”

I claw at his jacket, trying to get him closer.

“I cried for you.”

Again, his hold tightens.

“I know. I wish I could’ve done something. All I could do was watch.”

I continue to cry and sob in his arms.

At some point, Simon picks me up and carries me upstairs. But not to the bed. To the bathroom.

Carefully, he sets me down on the edge of the bathtub before he turns on the shower. With hands, as gentle as I remember them, he undresses me, before he undresses himself.

He navigates me into the shower, before he carefully washes me. All the while, holding me close and consoling me whenever I have another break down.

And then, he leaves me there. He leaves the water on and it feels like he’s gone again. Maybe I just imagined him. Him being here. Him consoling me. Him taking care of me.

But I didn’t.

He joins me in the shower again after ten minutes.

“I just changed the sheets real quick. Let’s get you out of here, princess.”

Once again he picks me up and carries me to the edge of the bathtub. He had placed a towel there, so I don’t feel the cold of the metal when he sets me down.

Carefully, as if I were made out of porcelain he dried my body before he pulled one of his old t-shirts over my head. Once he is dry as well, he carries me into the bedroom and places me on the bed, before he gently tugs me in.

“I’ll be right back, my love. I’ll just get you a glass of water.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead and is about to walk away when I catch his wrist.

“Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me again.”

He turns to look at me and opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

“Simon, please. I…I can’t loose you again.”

Tears are rolling down my cheeks again. And this is what he needed.

He nods and climbs into bed beside me, immediately pulling me close against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry my love. I’ll never leave you again. I promise. Never again.”

I nod but continue to sob into his chest. And this is how I fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning, alone in bed.

“Simon? Simon!”

Without thinking, I try to rush to the door, but my feet get tangled in the sheets. I fall to the floor, but get up immediately.

Please let him be there. Please let him be alive. Please.

Please please please please please pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseple-

“Love? Are you alright?”

He is here. He is alive.

“You…you are here. You are alive.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His arms immediately wrap around me and support my weight completely.

“Ssh, it’s okay my love. I’m here. I promise you I’m here.”

Like a baby, he started to gently bounce me up and down until I slowly started to calm down. Now I know why that works on babies.

For the rest of the morning, I stay there, wrapped securely in his arms, while he cooks pancakes and cleans the dishes. I even eat in his arms.

And even after that, I’m hesitant to leave them. But I do. I let him set me down on the couch and watch him as he flies through the house and cleaned the messes that had accumulated since his ‘death’.

His ‘death’.

“Why?”

Simon stops in his tracks and turns to look at me.

“Why what, my love?”

I sigh, already feeling bad about asking this question. But I need to know.

“Why did you fake your death? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Now Simon sighs. He puts away the broom and sits down next to me.

“There was a mole in the 141 and we had to flush them out. This was the only way we could think of. I’m so so sorry love. I promise, I tried my best to get them to change their mind. Or to at least let me tell you, but the mole…he had to buy it and…”

“They were afraid I wouldn’t fake it well enough.”

Simon nods, sadness clear in his eyes.

I nod. And I can’t say that I don’t understand. I knew what I was getting into when I started dating him. I just never thought it would go that far.

“Si…please never do that again.”

He shakes his head and picks me up, putting me down on his lap.

“Never, princess. I’ll never leave you again. I swear on my grave.”

At that statement I pull back slightly and look at him. His lips were pulled into a slight smile. And then I start laughing.

“You are such an idiot.”

Simon chuckles and nods before pulling me back onto his chest.

“I’m sorry, love. I just couldn’t help myself.”

I shake my head and cuddle into him and I know this is going to be alright. We are going to be alright.

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[mormorando]

i try not to romanticize and not get weirdly obsessed with the people in my life but it gets harder and harder everyday

#SHE'S FUCKING MOVING TO MY CITY!!!! SHE REALLY IS!!!!!!!!!!! #AND I DON'T MEAN HER FAMILY IS. NO. SHE IS BUYING AN APARTMENT AND DRIVING ALL THE WAY HERE TO LIVE HERE #fuck #it's so surreal that w be this close #i would genuinely be nowhere near the person i am today if not for her #i mean it i really do #i've analyzed this and she's really among the biggest influences across my entire life #and she will just live here! fuck #she said she wants to spend my birthday with me and get shitfaced together and all #and i can't stop thinking of randomly coming over to each other or her picking me up from school because she has a license now and i know #she would!!!! #hell i could sleep at her place and then go to school from there #i am so strangely obsessed with the people who are important to me it's almost concerning #but. uh. yeah #i'm a softie at heart i really fucking am and to a weird degree #you just have to be in my life for ling enough and refuse to abandon me even as i'm trying to make you do that #to really experience it for yourself #but oh man it's all downhill from there #it feels like i'm almost in love with her in a platonic sense #goddd #she will be here. there's less than a month. god #anyway i'm gonna tag this as #beautiful and calm‚ but willing to draw blood in her defense #that's the quote tag for her #anyway #mine

[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | 25

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 4.2k

; Warnings: Drunken behaviour

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: This is a fun chapter and I hope you all enjoy it too :D please let me know what you thought in the comments and reblog it so others can read it too!

; Flower Masterpost

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“Aren’t you bothered that he’s over there and not with you?” Jungkook asks, pointing over to the bar where Hoseok is currently standing and having what appears to be a very serious conversation with Namjoon, Eden and Jimin. Though given how tipsy he had been half an hour ago, you weren’t sure whether it was ‘meaning of life’ serious or ‘were all the children on Barney on drugs’ serious. 

Smiling, you shake your head and take a sip of your Coke that you’ve been nursing for an hour now. “I’m his girlfriend, not his keeper. Besides, it’s his birthday. He can spend it wherever and with whoever he wants.” 

“Very nice of you.” The younger man mumbles and you note the way he keeps shyly looking over at Soyeon, currently sitting opposite you in the booth you’d all situated yourselves in upon arriving. There were too many of you all now with Hoseok’s friends combined with you, Chungha and Soyeon, so they were also sprawled onto a table next to you.

“I’m just saying, but you’d both make a great couple.” The words whisper light against Jungkook’s ear and he shivers slightly as your breath tickles the small hairs of his neck. But he doesn’t say anything in response, instead just setting his jaw before looking back at his bottle of beer.

You’re not sure why you suddenly got bold enough to tell him that, but you were always braver when it came to helping your friends. On your own, you hated talking on the phone but if they needed you to talk on the phone for them then god dammit you’d do it.

Still though, you decide not to push it any further. You’ve said your peace and indicated to him that not only do you think they’d work well together, but also that you would most definitely approve if they decided to actually try out a relationship. The thought of it was quite exciting and you wondered if this was how Chungha and Soyeon had felt when you’d started dating Hoseok.

Leaning back, you casually listened in to the conversation that Chungha, her girlfriend Dahyun, Soyeon, Yoongi and Amelia were all having while Jungkook occasionally added his input. He was a naturally quieter guy, like you, which meant you both ended up simply observing for a lot of the time. Though you were even quieter than him as you weren’t drinking unlike everyone else.

From the glazed look in Chungha’s eyes, she was well on her way to being inebriated and you wondered whether it was the glass of white wine in her hand that was doing it or the two double Southern Comfort and lemonade’s that she’d practically inhaled earlier. Dahyun didn’t look much better and you chuckled as she struggled to get out a word, tripping over her own tongue as she slurred.

Amelia was also sober, due to her normal baby duties outside of this event, and you were pleased that she’d finally been able to come out for something. She’d told you earlier that the baby was being looked after by her sister for the evening, meaning this was the first time that Namjoon and her had been able to socialise like this with their friends in months.

You were pleased that she’d come for Hoseok’s birthday and as you looked over all his friends that were dotted around the room in his favourite bar, you felt a warm happiness swell in your chest at the knowledge they’d all come out for him. You couldn’t imagine being this cosy with this many people like he was but you’d long ago recognised that you were both different people with different needs.

So while you’d inevitably grow bored and tired of being around so many people in...okay well you were already there really, you knew that Hoseok would happily keep going until the early hours of the morning. And he’d made his intentions of getting absolutely fucked earlier in the day to you after he’d opened his presents.

Your vinyl player had gone down very well thankfully and he’d been ecstatic about it, desperate to begin playing some of the many records he’d already been gifted from his family and friends. Along with that, he’d begun drinking at noon with a bottle of special ale that he’d been given by Seokjin and had declared that for the first time in almost a year, he was going to get absolutely wrecked tonight.

The idea of that was horrible to you, someone who hated drinking, but you knew he didn’t let loose like this anymore. So you were more than happy to watch him drink himself into blissful happiness, surrounded by his beloved friends before driving him home later when he was probably too drunk to walk straight.

You were just very thankful that he didn’t do this often as you weren’t sure you could handle it.

“You should go to England, it’s great with a lot of history and beautiful landscapes outside of London. Plus, you can travel to Europe really easily as it’s so damn cheap. I mean, they can take a train to Paris! What the fuck?” Yoongi says, his voice a tone higher than it’s normal deep and rumbling level. 

Laughing quietly, you watch as Chungha nods in an overexaggerated manner before pointing at Yoongi to make a point. Only she’s completely off and is instead pointing out towards the bar. Smiling, you gently take her hand and move it to the correct position and snicker when she doesn’t even realise you’ve done it.

“Right?! I mean...I mean a train! To another country! Like...woaaah. It’s crazy. Can you imagine? Do they have planes over there? Or is it all trains and stuff?” Dahyun gasps at Chungha’s slurred questions and you bite your lip in amusement, rolling your eyes at your best friend’s drunken ramblings.

“Chungha, you know they have planes. You flew from Greece to Italy, remember?” There’s a really blank expression on her face for a moment before realisation hits and she ooh’s loudly, excitedly waving her hands in front of her face.

“Oh my god! Yes! I did! Oh, Greece was so pretty. So...so blue. Pretty.” Jungkook is the one to snort this time and you look at him, raising your brows in question but he just shakes his head, a small smile dancing on his lips.

Finally, you decide to get involved with the conversations, leaning forward so that they can hear you better. “I’ve never even been out of the country before. Hoseok’s been to England though, some metal festival or something.”

“Yeah! That’s the trip I went on. We went to Download Festival and travelled around the UK after that. Went to Wales and Scotland too to get the full experience but we couldn’t get to Northern Ireland in time. Sucks, I wanted to see those big stone thingies in the sea. Man, Hoseok got seriously fucked at Download though. Like, he got into a drinking competition with these guys from the UK in the tent next to us and they absolutely destroyed him. He was vomiting everywhere all night.” Your brows rise at that, looking over at your boyfriend where he’s stood at the bar.

Well, he hadn’t told you that. Made himself sound far more cooler than what Yoongi had just told you.

“I thought he could hold his drink?” You ask, though you’re wondering about that as you watch him down another glass of beer. He’d never got so drunk that he’d vomited around you yet, but given his history you wouldn’t put it past him.

"He can, to a degree. But he was mixing all kinds of alcohol that day and it just...was bad. They thought it was hilarious. Hoseok did not enjoy the next day as he still went to the stages and watched the bands. Idiot almost got a migraine."  Despite his words, there’s an incredibly fond look on Yoongi’s face and you note that he’s probably not quite as drunk as you’d initially thought.

Soyeon snorts with laughter and you look at her with a frown before noting the way she nods with her head towards your side with an amused smile. Glancing over, you realise that Jungkook has left and your boyfriend has taken his place. 

There's a glassy look to his eyes that tells you he's a bit drunker than before and you wonder what Jimin had been giving him at the bar. The mischief maker, who you'd been well warned about by both your boyfriend and his friends, had sworn to make sure Hoseok had a great night. Which evidently meant he had to get the birthday boy absolutely shitfaced.

Hoseok feels overwhelmingly warm as he leans a little too heavily against you, his face having gone incredibly red from the alcohol he’d spent the day consuming. But as soon as you look at him, he gives you what you presume is meant to be a charming smile but instead makes it just look like he has wind.

And then he blinks really hard, causing you to tilt your head at him in confusion. He does it again before blowing you a rather sluggish kiss and you realise what he’s doing with a snort, holding your hand against your mouth.

“Baby, you’re not winking at me. You’re just blinking very hard.” The smooth skin of his forehead wrinkles immediately as he obviously thinks about what you’ve just said before he tries again, getting the same result. And then he purposefully holds one eye open with his fingers, causing you to laugh even harder as you take his hand to stop him from potentially hurting himself.

“Oh my god, please stop." Reaching out, you playfully cover his face with your hand and giggle when he simply flops his head into your palm, eyes closing with a ridiculously loud sigh. It was just after 1am and you were a little surprised he seemed to be flagging already.

Then again, you remembered that he'd been drinking in some form since noon now. The fact he could barely hold his head up right now was possibly the least surprising thing you'd heard all night.

“Are you okay?” Leaning closer to him, you make sure that he can hear you over the raucous talk and laughter of the other bar patrons and the music that’s blaring over the speakers. For a few seconds he doesn’t respond and you wonder whether he heard you, but then you see his face wrinkle and realise he was just taking that long to comprehend what you’d say to him.

“I’m not a baby.” He whines, bottom lip jutting out almost comically and you have to steel yourself to stop from laughing at him. Because he was certainly acting like one right now. But it also endeared you to him and you simply pushed at his lip till it was back in place. Each blink looks particularly slow and lethargic, telling you that he’s probably reached his limit.

“I didn’t say that but okay. Do you want to go home?” This time, you speak clearly into his ear as close as you can get. Almost immediately he makes a noise of protest, his shoulder coming up as he cringes from your voice being so close. ASMR always made him shrink away and you felt a little bad.

But he doesn’t start protesting wildly like some drunk people might, proclaiming himself to be perfectly fine and ready to troop on through the night while downing beer after beer. Instead, he stares blankly at the bottle in his hand for a minute or so, oblivious to the chatter of which 90s boy band was better before nodding slowly.

“‘M tired.” He sighs out and you watch closely as he lifts the bottle to his lips, about to take a sip before sighing and placing it back down on the table with an overly loud thunk. It makes some of them jump around the booth, their eyes widening in drunken surprise and you give them all a smile of apology.

“Here, enjoy this,” You say to Yoongi, hanging him the beer that Hoseok has rejected. There’s no point in letting it go to waste when there’s someone more than willing to have it. “Birthday boy is done for the night it would seem.”

That makes everyone pause, all of their gazes moving to your boyfriend. Hoseok doesn’t notice them, though you’re not sure he notices anything really given how it looks like he’s about to fall asleep right there. Chungha pouts dramatically and holds her arms out, wanting a hug from you which you give her with a laugh.

Looking over at the others, who are slightly more sober, you give them a stern face. “Please make sure she doesn’t drink too much and gets home okay.”

“She’ll be fine.” Soyeon says and you realise she’s the closest thing to sober on the table outside of Amelia. It even looks like she has a big glass of water to keep her going too and you give her a relieved smile before gently persuading Hoseok to leave the booth. He wavers dangerously on his feet, once standing, trying to get his balance before staggering off with his weight leaning heavily on you.

“God, you’re much heavier when drunk.” You mutter, shifting yourself to cope better with the dead weight of his arm on you. There’s a brief pause by the bar to say goodbye to everyone else, and you’re not surprised when no one protests you leaving when they see how far gone Hoseok is now, before you successfully manage to navigate out of the busy bar and onto the street.

Your car was in the nearby parking lot and what had been a two minute walk ended up being ten minutes with Hoseok walking at a snail’s pace. Though that was because he’d almost fallen over about three times. He was surprisingly quiet though, which you found odd as he was pretty loud and boisterous when tipsy.

Not a single word leaves his mouth until he’s slouched in the passenger seat of your car with his seatbelt finally secured, looking very much like the drunk person he was with his limbs placed wherever they’d happened to land. His head rolls back on his shoulders until it thumps against the window, letting him look at you as you fasten your own seat belt and turn the key in the ignition.

“‘Luff you.” He mumbles, the words slurred but still audible to you over the quiet noise of the car engine. Glancing over at him, you can’t help but smile as your heart squeezes at the sight of him. His eyes are beyond glassy now, so unfocused and yet it’s almost like he’s looking at you with his own heart. Hoseok is not only a quiet drunk, but a sappy drunk too apparently.

The speakers kick to life as it connects to Spotify on your phone and you cringe slightly as Metallica starts playing. You’d let him pick the playlist for the night and now you were going to have to suffer for the rest of the journey home as you’d already started driving.

Hoseok is so quiet on the trip back that you keep panicking, looking over to make sure he’s okay only to be met with his blank, impassive stare. Though you think it’s probably only blank because thinking is likely too hard at the moment. It makes you want to giggle at the thought but you don’t, biting your lip to stop yourself.

“You’re pretty,” Glancing at him quickly, you note the way his hand is wavering as he attempts to touch your cheek, only his aim is wildly off and you make a noise of protest as he instead bops you on the nose. It doesn’t deter him though and for the sake of driving safely, you take his hand and press it to your cheek instead. “So pretty. Love you.”

“Okay Hobi, I get it. Thank you. Now, please stop poking my face while I’m driving, okay? You can touch my face all you want when we get home.” You ask him, giving him a persuasive look before taking his hand and squeezing it before placing it back on his lap. For a moment, you think he’s going to argue but he quietens down again, slouching and you’re not sure you’ve ever loved him more than in this moment weirdly.

The rest of the journey is much easier and you pack up outside your apartment building with ease, Hoseok’s car next to your own. Getting him to your apartment is a bit of an issue given he doesn’t appear to have really sobered up any since leaving the bar and you have to cajole him into getting back up when he slides down the wall of the elevator, giggling to himself as he sits. It’s only with the promise of cuddles and Kasumi that he finally gets back up and staggers down the hall to your door.

“God, I really hope I don’t have to do this too much.” You mutter as you get him inside, watching as he toes off his shoes while leaning heavily against the wall. As much as you love him, you hate dealing with drunk people because there’s just no reasoning with them sometimes. Thankfully, at least Hoseok appears to be an amenable drunk.

“Hello my baby! My little angel, oh hello chicken. My little Kasumi-pud, my beautiful girl. I’ve missed you! Aren’t you the cutest kitty?” Hoseok has become immediately distracted by the sight of Kasumi as she walks over to greet you both, the soft chirp causing Hoseok to explode into even more drunk nicknames that get increasingly ridiculous.

And then you curse as he gets a little over eager in his attempts to pet her, bending over instead of crouching and soon toppling onto the floor due to his lack of balance. Kasumi starts, her eyes wide and every inch of her primed to run before moving back over to Hoseok, sniffing his nose and mouth curiously as he simply giggles and strokes her in a surprisingly gentle motion.

“Hoseok! Come on, get up. I don’t want you to hurt yourself now.” You grumble, helping him to stand despite his protests at wanting to stroke his ‘ickle chicken’. Why he was calling her that, you had no idea.

You’re soon shown that Hoseok is even more of a handful once home as you turn around to take your own shoes off and hang up your coat because as soon as you’re back, you realise he’s gone. Eyes widening, you wonder where the fuck he went before you hear the shower turning on in the open bathroom door.

Rushing inside, you see Hoseok has half undressed himself and is standing in the shower, eyes closed as the water beats down on him. Only he’s still wearing his shirt and is only naked on the lower half, causing you to sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Hobi, come on. I don’t want you to get hurt or...drown or something.” Grasping his arm, you try to encourage him out of the shower without causing him any harm but he yanks his arm away in protest, a sound that he must assume is a word leaving his mouth before he goes to grab his shampoo.

“Fuck sake.” You mutter, realising he is not going to let you take him out of the shower. Fine, if he won’t leave then you’ll at least make sure he doesn’t drown himself. It takes a bit of encouragement to get him to take his soaked shirt off but you appease him by instead taking over the hard work of washing his hair and body for him. Why he’s so insistent on this you don’t know, until he mutters when you wash his arm.

“Icky. I’m icky. Stupid Sambuca.” It’s then that you realise his arm is ever so slightly sticky beneath the water. Someone evidently spilled Sambuca over his arm instead of actually drinking it, and your nose wrinkles at the thought of him going to bed stinking of aniseed, alcohol and being sticky.

Drunk Hoseok apparently makes the occasional good decision.

Once out, you manage to help him get a towel wrapped around his waist before he decides he wants to impale himself on his toothbrush. Brows rising as you watch him, you wonder if this is just general drunk Hoseok behaviour. He was a generally neat person normally but you don’t particularly remember anyone getting this drunk and demanding to be clean before bed.

Still though, you don’t want him to hurt himself so you carefully brush his teeth for him. And try not to notice the fact he’s giving you that sappy look once more. It’s not quite as cute when his mouth is full of toothpaste foam. Or maybe it’s even cuter given he’s evidently incapable of controlling his facial expressions.

After coaxing him to spit out what was in his mouth, and not swallow it like he’d almost seemed like he was going to, you finally get him to the bedroom where you make him sit on the bed. He does so pliantly, his lips pressed together in a content smile that makes his dimples show and causes him to look far younger and sweeter than the extensive tattoos on show do.

Brushing his hair for him, you press a kiss to his forehead before pointing at him with narrow eyes. “Stay here. Do not move. I’m going to get you a glass of water that I want you to drink and then we’ll dry you off and get you dressed, okay?”

His response is a nod, looking very much like a child with how eager it is and you snort in amusement before leaving to the kitchen. You’re probably gone a minute, if that, before heading back into the bathroom with a glass full of fresh water and pausing in the doorway at what you’re seeing.

Hoseok has not sat still like you’d told him. Instead, he’s stood up and is now completely naked. Only he apparently appears fascinated by the fact he has a penis and is too busy giggling to notice your arrival. 

Clearing your throat, you watch as he looks up with wide eyes. If you’d thought it was because he’d been caught doing...whatever he was doing, then you were wrong because instead he just gives you the brightest smile. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he proceeds to point down to his groin with excitement.

“Look! A helicopter!” And then he gyrates his hips until his dick swings in a circular motion, causing you to sigh so deeply that you’re not entirely sure if you haven’t just felt your soul leave your body. Taking a moment to yourself, you stare at the floor before looking up with a smile.

“That’s great Hoseok. Now please drink this while I get you dressed.” He pouts at your lack of reaction but you figure it’s probably the best route right now. Otherwise he might be encouraged by your laughter to do something even more silly. The last thing you need is for him to wake up having injured himself doing something stupid in your bedroom.

He takes the glass from you and begins to drink, the sound overly loud and exaggerated but you don’t question it as you make him lean against the wall, allowing you to get him into some boxers without him falling over and hurting himself. A shirt gets childish whines, apparently he’s too hot, but you finally get it on him and get him to sit back on the bed.

“I’m going to get you another glass. Please...just sit there, okay?” There’s no response this time and you wonder what he’s got upto this time when you head back to the bedroom, only to find silence greet you. 

Silence, because Hoseok has evidently decided it was time to sleep. He’d curled himself up under the covers, despite his insistence of being warm, on your side of the bed and appeared to be completely gone. Smiling fondly at him, you place the glass on the bedside table next to him before finding his phone from the jeans he’d thrown off in the bathroom and plugging it in to charge next to yours.

Thank god he’d taken these off before showering.

Going through your own nightly routine, you crawl into bed next to him on his side and sigh as his scent overwhelms you. Hoseok doesn’t move at all and you wonder how strong his hangover is going to be in the morning. Or if he’ll even remember anything that’s happened.

You’re definitely telling him about his dickcopter though. Chuckling to yourself finally at the memory, you shift forward till you can kiss his clothed shoulder fondly and get yourself into a more comfortable position.

His tattoos were never going to look intimidating ever again now.

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[hoekaashi]

Seven Years | K.E.

a/n: thank you for 700!! i really appreciate it. should i have written fluff for this? mayhaps. did i? nope (: also thank you to @bakugoustanaccount​ for making this amazing banner for me, love you boo pairing: kirishima x reader words: 1.2k warnings: mentions of death and blood, a car accident taglist: @babydabi​, @suckersuki​, @animoozies​

Seven years, down the drain. Kirishima sat in the hospital bed, numb. What about the rest of his life? What was he going to do now? He thought back to what happened and tried to think of any signs that he missed. Anything that could have changed the outcome of that night.

The two of you were on your way back from your five year reunion. The reunion wasn’t hosted by the school itself, but rather the students who graduated five years ago. Kirishima was enjoying himself, meeting up and talking to his old classmates he hadn’t seen in a while. Even though you saw them around once a week, you stuck with your friends, opting out of mingling with your fiance. Mina brought up how different you and Kirishima were - Kirishima being this open and friendly person who got along with everyone easily and you being a more selective person, choosing to stick to what was familiar to you. 

It’s true, no one really saw the two of you getting together, but there was something about you that drew in Kirishima and it took him almost a year to finally get the courage to ask you out. You didn’t know what it was about him that made you want to know him better. Maybe it was the way he always made you comfortable, or maybe it was the warm feeling you felt whenever he was around. You felt safe in his presence. The shock that came over him when you didn’t hesitate to say yes made you clutch your stomach from laughter and from that moment, he knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But here you were, seven years later, taking your relationship slow and enjoying every moment. You weren't in any rush to get married and Kirishima learned how to slow things down with you by his side.

“Babe, why don’t you talk to people with me? You’re just standing here with Kaminari and Mina.” Kirishima pouted.

You glanced between the three people around you. “Well, it’s like I’ve been telling you since our first year, Kaminari is my favorite.” 

“Kaminari is my favorite,” Mina said with you, causing Kirishima to pout harder.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and planted a kiss on his cheek, giving into his wish. “One round and that’s all.”

Kirishima’s pout instantly flipped to a smile and he led you out into the crowd. As much as you just wanted to hang with your friends, it was nice to see everyone again. You got caught up in conversations with a few people like Shinsou and Midoriya, losing track of the time you spent talking with them. Kirishima watched as you became animated as you spoke and couldn’t help the smile on his face. Regardless of how long the two of you had been together, he felt like he was falling in love all over again every day.

“If you aren’t gonna fucking pay attention to what I’m saying, I’m leaving.”

Kirishima turned to Bakugou, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Sorry Bakubro, I can’t help it sometimes.”

“Tch, whatever.”

The rest of the night went by in a blur. When it was finally time to leave, you couldn’t have felt more exhausted. The two were in their car, Kirishima driving them home.

“That is the most mingling I’ve done in a long time,” you commented as you leaned the passenger’s seat back and closed your eyes.

Kirishima chuckled. “You enjoyed yourself though. Admit it.”

You opened one eye to look at the red head. “I admit to nothing.”

He placed a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, and you placed your hand on his. “Babe, I know you said you aren’t in a rush...but I can’t wait to marry you.”

You smiled softly. “Me too. Maybe next year.”

“That’s so far,” he whined.

“I’m not going anywhere, neither are you. We should just enjoy life as it comes.” You propped the seat back up, not wanting to fall asleep and leave Kirishima alone to drive.

He hummed. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Those were words that only Kirishima heard. You never said them for anyone else - not even when Mina got you shitfaced at her birthday. Those words belonged to Kirishima and him only.

He removed his hand from your leg, placing it on the wheel, and leaned forward a bit. “The fuck is…”

Kirishima slammed on the breaks and managed to avoid crashing head first into a stop truck. You felt all the sleep leave your body as you stared in shock at what almost happened.

“Why is there a truck parked here -”

Your words were cut off by another truck hitting the car from the back. The car collided into the truck in front of them, the entire front of the car crushed under the truck.

Thinking fast, Kirishima hardened himself last second, avoiding a majority of the damage he would’ve received. Once the car stopped moving, he opened his eyes and looked around. He felt himself freeze over when he saw you lying next to him, covered in blood, unconscious. He reached for you, keeping his quirk activated to avoid the glass and metal all around him.

“Hey, wake up,” he said as he turned your head so you were facing him.

Your eyes fluttered open and you coughed up some blood. “Eiji…” you whispered. Just that amount of effort was too much for you. Wincing from the pain, Kirishima saw that some of the glass was stuck in your throat.

“Don’t move or do anything. I’m gonna call for help and the doctor’s will help you.” He broke through his door and reached into his pocket for his phone. Quickly dialing for an ambulance, Kirishima began to investigate the trucks. Both of them had no drivers in them which he found strange until he remembered the last villain he fought with. Kirishima had killed the villain’s wife. It wasn’t on purpose, but they were both highly wanted criminals. The villain could control objects…

Kirishima looked around for the villain but couldn’t find any traces of him. By the time the police and ambulance got there, he had searched the entire area around them and found nothing. He got into the ambulance with you, holding your hand, and trying not to cry. You were covered in blood from head to toe and he watched as the EMTs tried to stop some of the major bleeding. He kept telling himself that everything was going to be okay, that you would be okay.

Kirishima was treated for his wounds while you were operated on. No one could give him any information on what was going on and he stopped asking. Eventually the ER doctor came into his room with a grave look on his face.

“I’m sorry, she didn’t make it…”

Those four words were enough to destroy his life. It was a joke right? They were messing with him. Kirishima ripped out the IVs in his arm and grabbed the doctor by his scrub’s collars. Bakugou showed up in time to pull his best friend off the doctor. He had heard the news and pulled Kirishima into a tight hug. The blond took all the hits and punches his friend delivered to him as he got his anger out. He didn't let go until Kirishima cooled his rage off and finally started crying. It felt like Bakugou held his friend for hours before he finally calmed down.

Sniffling, Kirishima spoke. “She said she wasn’t going anywhere. She lied to me…”

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[judgement-free-sideblog]

Blood, tears and sea breeze

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

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Chapter 14: I can have dinner

"Ready dear?" SOCO Brian came inside Alec's office looking for Ellie.

"Yes dear, just a moment" Alec responded in a dead serious tone, making both Ellie and Brian perplex for a whole minute "I'm obviously joking" he add embarrassed.

He had been like that on the week, casually making unnecessary light hearted comments, and behaving in what could almost be a good mood, he even had say thanks to Harford for his cup of tea in the morning, and Miller was sure about the reason but she pretend she didn't notice.

"Shitface has a sense of humor, you should do it more often" Brian said laughing, Alec didn't seem to mind the nickname this time, and then turn to Miller "I'll wait on the car" then he exited the room.

"His car?" Alec asked once the man left.

"I have been staying at his place a lot more after the weekend, we went to London, the kids loved it" She explained, she knew she didn't have to, but she wanted to.

"That's why you were late on Monday?" He asked.

"Yeah, he make me the favor to take the kids to school, and then he called to say Tom had gotten into a fight, I think your new admirer took her chance at that moment" she laughed again about Ashley being so direct about wanting a date with him. "I hope this laptop has more to say about the attack, tomorrow Jonathan will have been dead for two weeks"

"I know, you should leave, it's late and I can't concentrate on this, we have to make the reconstruction tomorrow and brief the superintendent on our progress, and she won't be happy" She gave him a compassionate look before leaving and he turned off the lights before exiting the room.

A salty, delicious smell welcomed him once he entered his house, all the lights were on and a happy chat coming from the kitchen made him feel out of place, like if that was not his home, it was devastating to think that a warm happy place was not his home, not like he missed the gray empty environment from the weeks before but he was just not ready to that sudden change, specially knowing that the light was coming from someone that in the best case scenario was going to leave once they catch the killer.

It was the second time that week he felt out of place, at least this time he wouldn't have to make excuses about not following Ashley Langford to her house for a night cap. It had been a disastrous interrogation, more so since she actually acted like they were on a date.

The lights of the Trader's Hotel bar were dim, maybe to make the occasional guests down there cozy enough to avoid leaving to find a better place, and Becca Fisher was chatting animatedly with Ashley Langford.

Alec waited for a moment before approaching, a childish idea that Becca may have told the woman about his embarrassing attempt to seduce her all those years ago, that was a blurry stupid mistake, but somehow he still felt uneasy around her for it.

Then a poisonous idea that maybe she told Paul when they were together, make him feel angry, perfect, young, good mate Paul, he had been avoiding that train of thoughts since the next stop was a pair of bare feet on his wooden floor rearranging his record and book collection, and as Miller had very eloquently pointed out, he was getting too close to this case.

"Hello" he said awkwardly and sit next to her, Becca pour a whiskey to him and then she walked away.

"You really have that look all the time don't you?" She smiled with her perfect teeth and he only took a tiny sip of the drink, he was still working but he was also very tired to following all this dead ends.

"So Ms. Langford, about the owner of the bar where Y/N was attacked, the BC dreamland" A stupid name for a nightclub he thought "A man named Mike Bolzano, do you know him?" She looked disappointed, no longer sad as in the morning, just plain disappointed.

"I don't know him personally, more like professionally, I may have taken a free drink from him once or twice, but nothing apart from that, my brother on the other hand has arranged a catering service from our business to his club to special events but I don't tend to go to those, I make the food and manage the books, Charlie does the rest". She tried to approach him again "I can't believe you have the case for Jonathan, we were very impressed about the Latimer's case, I mean Y/N and me, I'm glad you are taking care of my friend" she had long lashes on her green eyes, but the mention of Y/N was enough for him to not notice that.

"Daze?" He said perplex once his daughter bright smile welcomed him to the kitchen. "But is a Thursday".

"Hi to you too dad, bad day?" She said rolling her eyes the same way he did to Miller and Y/N drowned a little laugh. "Your prisoner and I make dinner, you want some?"

"Sure... she is not my prisoner, she is... what are you doing here again?" He said taking the glass of wine Y/N offered to him, the whole scene was too surreal to cope with, so he drank the whole glass immediately.

"Well it's Beth's birthday tomorrow and Chloe wanted to see her mother, and I couldn't came last week on the spring break, and I really needed a break from Uni, I know is not right, but is only two days" she start and served a plate of rice with clams and shrimp on the table for him.

"I'm sure your father is thrill to have you here, I didn't came back that often when I was in uni, I wish I had" Y/N said with a sad smile "at least my parents have Ash here to keep them company"

"Is that the friend you were talking about?" Dasy asked and Alec stop eating to listen carefully, he had listened to Ashley's version and hadn't had the chance to ask Y/N about some parts of that story.

"Well she was my neighbor for like my whole life, you know how are things around here, and we used to play all the time, I guess her parents let me be around in case she passed out so someone could scream for help, and well she always was the well educated one, respecting the elderly and doing her homework you know, I always was more of a troublemaker" She wink at him and he couldn't help to feel a little attracted to her "I was there for her, and she was there for me, she was the sister I always wanted, I mean I had Charlie but she was a girl and when you have parents as conservative as mine is basically impossible to feel free"

"Where they strict?" He asked assuming that Charles views on women had been learn in a misogynistic family, and understanding now why she was not living with them.

"My dear father called me a whore the moment he saw me in primary school talking to a boy, so yes detective they were strict, I was often send to the church to be punished, so Y/N always got in trouble only to keep me company, she has always been like that" her eyes were nostalgic, and he felt her sincere for the first time. "Anyway they throw me out and Mr. And Mrs. Y/L/N took me in, their elder children had gone away long before so they miss having a lot of people at home, I stayed there and start working, I even made uni on long distance since I had no money at all, when she finished uni we rented an apartment downtown, you living independently, Y/N and I have this crazy idea of travel the world once we got enough money" she said with a puzzling look, sad but also proud?.

"I was ready to leave town, I had been healthy for years, we were leaving on our own, I even saved enough money to the trip, for me and her, but my parents didn't want me to go, I don't think I have ever fought with them before, but you know how it is, sometimes children don't understand what their parents do for their own good, and sometimes parents don't understand that their children are already grown ups" Y/N gave him a meaningful look and he nodded in agreement. "Ashley tried to talk to them telling them she was joining me and that everything will be fine... but we never got to make amends" for a moment Hardy thought she would lost control again but she only nodded with her eyes closed and looked at Dasy "That's why you should make amends with Chloe, a true friend will be always there for you, I wouldn't have survived without her or Paul, I mean my older siblings were too old, they never really got me, and they had their lifes away from broadchurch, so I was alone."

"What's wrong with Chloe?" Alec asked alarmed

"Nothing dad, is just that she is older, and I don't know... is stupid" she said lowering her gaze. He was about to go back to his plate but Y/N gave him a look urging him to keep asking. Fine darling he thought and immediately remembered that this was not a family dinner, even when he was happy pretending it was.

"Oi! You can tell me, come on" he said and she finally look at him.

"Ok, she has a boyfriend, and she spends all the time with him and her uni friends, I don't know, I assume I would be the one fitting in but I felt left behind" she said and Y/N distractedly walked out of the kitchen to give them space to talk alone.

"When her parents die she was a mess, she didn't want to leave their house, thankfully Paul was there for her, he had always been into her, but I guess it was at that time that she look at him with other eyes, she never wanted to leave Broadchurch after that, she gave me part of her savings to open the Deli, she is like that you know? I suppose that's why Paul and Jonathan fell for her, she is just perfect"

"Then do you have any idea of someone that may want to hurt her? Or her fiance?" He said recovering his composure.

"Jonathan was not here for long enough to make enemys, and Y/N was loved by everyone, even my stupid brother and my parents always thought she was perfect, and now I bet you think the same, don't be ashame, is the Y/N effect" she said and he looked away to avoid blushing, because she was right.

Dasy was calmed after a while, it was hard for her to admit she was jealous of Chloe success, and he wondered if Ashley was also jealous of Y/N, or if maybe Y/N was jealous of the free life she had, trapped in broadchurch...

"She is too young for you" Dasy said after a while. "I mean, dead fiance aside, she is 34 and you 48, people would talk" he looked at her perplexed and she add with a smile "Jesus I'm messing with you, I didn't thought you actually liked her, I always asume you will get back together with Miller" she said laughing.

"She is happy with Brian, and I have no interest in Y/N she is staying here for protection, I would never do something that tremendously unprofessional" He started and then he noticed his tune was getting higher as he speak making it more obvious it was a lie.

"Fine, I will believe you, but you should tell her that tho, she is completely smitten by you, I can tell" She gave him a wink and left him alone in the kitchen, thinking about how this surreal domestic nonsense had become his new normal, starting after he interrogated Ashley.

He ask about her alibi, she was at the Deli all Friday, she got an angry text from Jonathan before picking her up at her place where she changed her clothes and went with Y/N to a nightclub at the moment he was murdered, she drove back inebriated to her house, and was too hungover to pick Y/N, the next morning so she called her brother, then she went to work and to pick Y/N at work but she wasn't there, then she drove to pick Jonathan at the airport, waited there for an hour before calling to her phone and then she was told about the incident by Katie Harford.

All of which had been corroborated by security footage and her deli patrons, but at the same time he was not sure why something felt off, he thanked her for the information and drove back to his place, it was late, around eleven, and yet his house was illuminated, she was reading a book distracted.

"Though night DI Hardy?" Y/N asked once he entered and sited on his couch. "I made dinner, don't worry the baby sitter you put down the road saw me exiting the house and escorted me to the grocery store" She said answering the question he was about to ask.

"You are not supposed to leave the house" he said after a while.

"I bought enough food to don't do it anymore" she said defensive and he was about to raise his voice when she add "I'm sorry, I just wanted to feel normal for a change, I know the situation and it won't happen again, I'm very grateful with you for letting me stay here, specially since you don't have to... I'll go to bed" She stood up and he stood up, thinking of grabbing her wrist but instead he call her.

"I can have dinner" he said and walked with him to the kitchen.

"So Ashley told you what kind of monster I am?" She asked while she start reheating the food.

"Quite the opposite actually..." he said distracted "I mean, who do you know I was meeting her?"

"Her best friend says she was attacked, and she is the only one alive to tell what happened, I imagined you'll asked her again about me" she said like it was nothing, but he could hear a little trembling on her voice with some words.

"Maybe you could start doing my job, and I could take some time off" he said and she put a cup of tea in from of him "Thank you"

"Let me guess you are wondering if she is single and you want to ask her out as soon as you get rid of me?" She had a playful smile on his eyes, unlike Ashley her compliments sounded real and sincere. "Don't give me that look you are not made of stone, even if you pretend to be, and she is insanely hot" she said and the way she lean on the table to give him his plate took him of guard, maybe in another life he thought as her face was about thirty centimeters from his. "You wouldn't be the first to end with that dumb look after meeting her" She said and sit on the table with another tea cup on her hands.

And she was right in almost everything, he wasn't made of stone, and Ashley Langford was incredibly beautiful, but the look in his eyes was all because of her.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

It’s a kind of magic tour pt.3; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay guys this is the last part of the chapter. Now for this part it does get pretty angsty. Now I’m using some personal stuff that happened within Queen at the time, esp. with Deacy. But I mean NO DISRESPECT. I wasn’t born so I can’t tell exactly how Deacy reacted during this tour, so I filled in the blanks myself going off by some interviews with Roger when he talked about Deacy during this tour.  So beyond that not really any other warnings except the normal things.

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*August 9th, 1986. Knebworth Park*

It was the final show of the Magic Tour we were back home in England performing in Stevenage, but oh god, things have been—strained as of lately.  I don’t know when it started but at this point it looked like the guys were just ready to explode and rip either each other or anyone who made one teeny-tiny mistake.

‘So you seriously don’t know what’s going on?’ Jack asked me.

“If I did I would tell you. But all four of them are on edge, especially Deacy. He’s been completely out of character lately. I’ve never seen him so pissed off or drunk so much in my life.”

‘Have you tried talking to him? I mean he is practically your brother.’

“Jack you’re not listen! At this point he’s like Old Yeller when he got rabies. Like back in Madrid, when Queen’s new pianist Spike asked Deacy something the next thing I saw Deacy literally kicked his own AMP down and stormed off. Completely totaled the thing.”

‘Shit.’ He muttered. ‘What about the others?’

“Freddie’s always tired and strained after every show that he just snaps at everyone, Brian seems distracted by something and Roger…..well Roger’s managed to break another TV set in his hotel room.” At that point I heard a crash from the room next door and I said, “Make that three. The hotel manager’s not gonna be happy about this.”

‘Well just think of this baby, after tonight you’ll be home and I’ll pamper you till the New Year.’

“I know. I’ll just be happy to finally get my long hiatus break and spend time with my husband and daughter.”

‘I know she’ll be happy to see her mum again too. And thankfully you’ll be home for her 1st birthday.’

“I know, god I can’t believe she’s gonna be one year old in just three months.” I sighed in awe.

‘Time flies so fast.’

“God I just wish for this tour to be over. I need to see you two.”

‘We want you here too, babe. But come night fall, you all will kill it as usual and then you’ll be home.’ I nodded.

“Well I better go Jack. I love you, give Kelly a kiss for me.”

‘Will do. Love you too (n/n).’ we both kissed the speaker of the phones before we both hung up.  Unlike any other of the hotel’s this one had some pretty thin walls so I could hear the wreckage Roger was causing on the room to my right while on the left I could hear Freddie snapping at someone through the walls.

‘LOOK I DON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT HOW LONG IT TAKES JUST GET IT DONE!! DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT I CAN OR CAN’T DO!!!’ it was then I collapsed to my knees and held my hands to my ears, having flashbacks to when Johanna and Graham would argue constantly.

Why can’t tonight just get here fast enough? That way we can just celebrate and finally be done with this hellish tour.  Then for the first time in a long time, I went up to my bed and pressed my hands together.

“Mum, dad. I—don’t know if you can hear me. But…..this tour seems to have turned the guys into wild animals. The last few weeks have been hell since after Budapest, if you can…..just give me the strength to carry on until tonight. I would greatly appreciate it.” I then decided that I had to get away from the noise.

I locked my hotel room up (since apparently the place had been known for break ins. Of course we didn’t know that till someone from one level above me had his wedding band stolen).  I walked towards the back deck of the hotel but as I passed the bar there I saw Deacy sitting at the bar as he’s done in the past with a drink in his hand and his head lying on the bar.

“Unbelievable.” I muttered as I walked up to him. “John? John Richard Deacon!” he groaned and looked up towards me. “You do realize we’ve got a show to do in seven hours right?”

“Would you stop nagging at me? God that’s all you women do is nag, nag, nag, nag, nag.”

“Well sorry if I care about my brother so much! But I’d rather have Queen’s bassist be healthy and oh yeah sober during a performance. So that way he doesn’t fall flat on his back and kills himself!”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you just mind your own damn business and just focus on nagging your husband. After all he’s just the stay-at-home dad with your daughter.”

“Don’t you dare bring my family into this John! Ever.”

“God you sound like my wife.”

“Good, at least one of us does.” I sneered angrily.

“LISTEN! YOU DON’T GET TO DICATE MY LIFE! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH!” He shouted at me as he rose up, albeit wobbled up, but he got into my face.  The stench of cocktails breathing right into my face.

“John I’m worried about you, what else am I supposed to do?”

“FUCK OFF!” John said as he stormed off with his drink.

“FINE!!” at this point I don’t even care if we ended up making a scene at the bar.  I brushed my hand through my hair as I tried to keep the tears at bay before storming out.

My breathing was sharp and heavy, it was then I dug through my purse and picked up a pack of cigarettes.  I took on out and I brought it up to my lips before digging for a lighter.  When I found it I began to try and ignite but it wouldn’t light.

“Since when did you take up smoking?” I turned and saw Brian standing beside me.  I dropped the lighter back into my bag and took the cigarette out of my mouth.

“Was thinking about today. This was my breaking point.”

“You referring to your fight with Deacy?”

“You heard that?” I asked softly.

“(Y/n) dear I’m sure all of Stevenage heard you two.” I sighed heavily and buried my face into my hands.

“I’m sorry Brian I’ve tried to hold it in together for you guys but this is all too much! The arguments, the loudness, the drinking, the homesickness, I just can’t take it anymore!” I sobbed.

“Okay, okay, shhh. Shh.” Brian hugged me close to him and rubbed my back. “C’mon, let’s head into my room.” He kept his arm around me as he led me back inside and the two of us went up to his room.

“Call me crazy or even a worry-wort. Hell, call me a hypocrite even because I did think that even through your arguments you guys always seemed to pull through. But now, just…..after Budapest it’s like you all don’t want anything to do with each other anymore. And I don’t know who to turn to because you all are so angry all the time.” I whimpered as I felt Brian’s fingers stroke through my hair as I lay on his lap.

“You’ve been our neutral ground throughout the tour, guess we’ve finally spent you out. Forcing you to take a side or force us apart. One curse about being a guy is the testosterone that makes us flare and bark at each other. You didn’t need to be exposed to that.”

“No Bri I get it. You all have your tempers and you all are adults. I shouldn’t even be crying about this.”

“No (y/n) you emotions are valid too. This isn’t just a Queen tour, it’s Queen+Angel. We’re your family and I know some of this arguing and verbal abuse is bringing back memories for you.”

“Yeah, especially with Fred’s tantrums and Roger smashing the TV.”

“Are you kidding me he destroyed another one?” I nodded. He sighed heavily and he said as he had me look up at him. “I’m sorry love. You really don’t deserve us.”

“I just wish this tour would end so that you all could go back to your loving selves. The ones I can talk to. The ones that aren’t trying to drink themselves to death, or destroy public property.” He stroked my cheek, wiping away my tearstains from the corner of my eyes.

“I know. I hate that our ugliness is really starting to get to you. We never wanted you to be exposed to that.”

“But it’s the rock star life. Hell you saw me about to smoke, and you know how against it I’ve been.”

“Just be thankful you weren’t trying coke or heroin. I’d…..we’d never forgive ourselves if you went down that road.” I sat up from his lap and sat close by him, wrapping my arms around his, my hand lying on top of his and he said.

“I think I can agree with the guys when I say after tonight, we’re all gonna need a break from each other. Just….go out, decompress, be with our families. Just have a little break from each other.”

“I’m starting to think that would be best too.” His arm came out from between mine as he wrapped it around me, placing his hand on top of my head, gently scratching through my scalp in a calming way.  I felt him kiss the top of my head while I wrapped my arms around him and just clung to him and buried my face into his chest.

As the hours ticked by, we were all now at the Knebworth stage going over soundchecks and practicing our cues.  I made sure to keep as far away from John as possible since I could tell he was still a little shitfaced, it especially didn’t help that his roadies kept making him cocktails behind his AMP.

“You okay love?” I heard Roger ask me.  He sat down beside me on the stage with his drumsticks still in hand.

“I don’t even know at this point Roger. I’m really worried about John. Has he said anything to you?”

“I wouldn’t know, even if I would ask him he’d just turn and walk away from me. Starting to piss me off.”

“Enough to toss him off the stage?”

“I think he’ll do that himself with the way he’s drinking.” He chuckled but I didn’t even crack a smile.  When he saw that his joke didn’t make me laugh, he wrapped an arm around me and he said. “Did he say something to you?”

“It wasn’t entirely his fault. I went up to him earlier this afternoon when he was down at the bar already shitfaced and we got into a little tuff with each other. Not physical touching mind you, just drunk/sober shouting’s at each other.”

“Yeah, Brian did mention something. And hey, I also came to apologize for what you must’ve heard this morning. I was just incredibly pissed off this morning at seeing some news that I thought was absolute bollocks that I couldn’t take it anymore. On every, fucking channel they kept talking about the same thing over and over and over again.”

“What was it?” I asked.

“Ohh nothing you need concern yourself about darling.”

“Dad I’m 24 years old, I’m not an idiot. Now tell me.”

“God I can never hide anything from you nowadays. Okay, it’s just rumors spreading about Freddie. Just about the stories Prenter once leaked to the press back when Fred fired him. They’re really milking his party life and drug usage.”

“Jesus H. Christ. They got nothing else to live for do they.”

“Not unless it revolves around a juicy gossip chain just to up their paycheck.” I leaned against his shoulder and I felt his head rest on top of mine.

“Leeches they are.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself love. And hey, you know I’ll always love you right?”

“Yeah, of course I know.”

“So never be afraid to come to me again okay, my little lion cub?” I smiled softly.

“You got it, just promise you won’t toss a TV in front of Kelly.”

“I swear that girl will never see my ugly side. Nor shall you.” He leaned his forehead against mine, nuzzling it like a lion would his cub.  My smile grew a little wider as I nuzzled him back, our noses rubbing against each other.

“Oi you two! I get your father and daughter and all that but we could use you both for the rehearsals!” Freddie exclaimed ruining our moment.

“I swear I’ll kill him.” Roger hissed.

“Dad please.”

“I know, I know.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and the two of us stood up and we walked towards the guys with an arm wrapped around the other.

As the sun began to set, I could hear the fans already starting to pour into the park.  Their cheering and screams of excitement could be heard from behind the stage.  I was currently putting on the finishing touches to my makeup before finally just looking at myself through the mirror.

And boy did I look like shit.  Guess this tour didn’t just change the guys, but me too.  I looked absolutely knackered, there was hardly any life in my eyes left, I looked practically dead, both inside and out.

“Just pray to god this show goes well and that there are now fuckups.” I grabbed my Red special and headed out of my dressing room and onto the stage, my team surrounding me and putting on final touches to my face, outfit or handing me some water bottles. When I met up with the guys, we hardly spoke a word to each other, only just gave each other pats on the shoulders or arm.

Then as always the boys charged right for the stage and the show began.

Same routine, same scheduling, same songs just like we’ve done for this entire tour.  But after we performed Radio Gaga, I was standing right behind Freddie and John, right on the lower drum riser’s set and just as I came down I was forced to stop because the next thing I knew, Deacy took off his bass and literally threw it towards the AMPS and broke them before charging off stage.

I stared at John with mixed emotions of anger and shock.  I turned to Freddie who looked at me but he came up and we walked out to change our attires for the second part of the act.  God I really wanted to confront John about this so badly, but we only had a few minutes to slightly change our clothes before going back on stage, so I thought it’d be best to leave it for after the show.

When the concert finally concluded, as Fred and I began the last verse for “We are the Champions” as we both sung out the second to last line, it was then Freddie turned towards me and gestured for me to take it just like it was back at Live Aid.  Again I shook my head and gestured for him to take it but this time the look in his eyes told me to take it.  I took a deep breath and held out the last note leaving the guys to rock out.

I shook the tambourine into my mic as I backed away from the stage and soon Freddie came out once again adorned in the king getup.  He raised his hand in the air before taking the crown and raising it high.  When it was finally all over, and the crowd roared with applause.

“Thank you beautiful people. You’ve been a tremendous and special audience. Thank you very much, goodnight, sweet dreams. We love you.” Freddie spoke as we all came down center stage and waved goodbye to the audience as “God save the Queen” came up and I could hear the audience singing along to our national anthem.

Just as I began to walk away, I felt Fred take my hand and what struck me as odd was when he bestowed the crown upon me this time, it wasn’t just a one hand-silly type thing.  This time he held the crown in both his hands and placed the crown on my head, like I was actually being crowned a Queen.  He had a brief smile before getting down with his left foot forward and kneeled before me.

I smiled and knighted him thinking this was just another one of his acts in honor for the final day of the tour.  After knighting him he stood up and we waved goodbye to the audience once more before finally walking towards backstage.  As we all gathered around in Freddie’s dressing room, the three boys seemed hyped and ready to go to the after party.

“That was amazing!” Roger proclaimed as he came up and spun me around in a backwards hug.  “And you my dear killed it out there tonight!”

“You were indeed the life of the concert (y/n) dear.”

“Well I mean I can’t take all credit. You guys helped out.”

“There’s no Queen without our Angel,” Brian said.

“And no Angel without her Queen.”

“Alright you guys it’s party time!” Brian and John all proclaimed in agreement before Roger said, “Freddie you in?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be right there. I’ll join you in a moment.” Freddie said completely exhausted as he sat down and wiped his face with his towel.

“You alright Fred?” Brian asked.

“Yeah Brian I’m good. I’ll see you out there, I’ll be right behind you.” And with that the three boys all piled out of Fred’s dressing room one by one leaving me, Freddie and Jim alone.  I turned to see Jim sit beside Fred and place a hand to his back and I said.

“You sure you’re okay Fred?”

“Of course I am darling. C’mere.” I walked up to him and he took my hands in his and looked up at me with a praiseful look in his eyes. “You my darling, were a star tonight. Seems the Angel has finally surpassed her mentor.”

“No I didn’t……”

“I’m not saying it as an insult. That was literally your best performance ever. Always perform to that level my dear, if not better in the future.”

“Freddie where is this coming from?” I asked him.  I was starting to get a little concerned about him.  Just the way he was talking and saying these things it’s almost as if he’s—well he’s about to die or something.

“Just the ranting of an old man dear, nothing you need to worry about. Pretty soon you’ll be doing that to the next artist you inspire. Maybe she’ll be your intern that you’ll help make into a rockstar.” I softly laughed.

“Don’t know if that’ll happen.”

“Now go on and enjoy the party. You’ve been needing a chance to finally kick back and relax after the morning you had.”

“Let me guess, Brian told you.”

“And Rog might’ve drilled about giving you an apology for my shouting’s earlier today.”

“I may stay for an hour or two, then I think I may just head home.”

“No, no darling please stay for the boys sake. Maybe even talk to Deacy about what you went through at the hotel.”

“I doubt he’ll listen.”

“You’re his sister from another mister darling. Veronica’s hardly talked to him and what he needs right now is the second most important woman in his life.” I looked at him and saw him giving me the tired but still sweet puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll try to talk to him.”

“That’s my darling angel. Always looking out for her boys.” He said as his left hand reached up and stroked my cheek.

“Oh here’s your crown back.”

“Nah you keep it darling.”

“You serious Fred? It belongs to you.”

“Not anymore, I bequeath it to you now.”

“Are—are you serious?” he nodded.

“Keep it. And please keep it on for the entire party. Less of course you want to break my heart, and I’ll be sure to have Roger send me pictures whether you keep it on or not. If you don’t then you and I will have a serious conversation.” I laughed softly.

“Okay, okay. Thank you Freddie.”

“No (y/n) my love. Thank you.” He stood up and kissed both of my cheeks and then hugged me.  I was surprised at first just because of the suddenness of this.  And this hug wasn’t like his pervious hugs before.  This was a more—longing hug. The kind of hug that people give to one another when one’s going away to war or saying goodbye. “Keep performing my rock angel. The show must go on.”

“Okay Fred.” I said wearily as I hugged him back. “But I’ll still see you for Kelly’s 1st birthday right?”

“Darling I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He said as he separated from me before gently pushing me towards the door.  “So long as you and Jack come to my 40th birthday party.”

“I think we can make it. I’m sure mum and Misha wouldn’t mind babysitting Kelly.” I turned back to Freddie and he softly smiled before nodding very softly, then I walked out of his dressing room.

At the end of tour party, I was hardly in the party mood because my sole focus was to find one specific member of Queen.  I looked over the crowd of roadies, volunteers who signed up to be apart of the tour and help out for the entire summer, dancers, and everyone far and between that decided to come along.

It wasn’t until I came outside of the building where I found John sitting all alone looking forlorn and out of it.  I looked at him before taking a deep breath in and softly exhaled out.  I slowly walked towards him and said as calmly as I could.

“Deacy.” He brushed his hand through his curly hair before turning up to look at me.

“If this is another attempt to lecture me, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I came by because I care about you. And I wanna clear the air after what happened earlier this afternoon.”

“I think what you actually mean to say is that you’re trying to baby me. Like everyone else has been lately. I’m fine just—going through some shit right now but I’m dealing with it!”

“By what? Drinking yourself till you can barely remember anything? Till you eventually what pass out?”

“See this is exactly where you and Veronica are soo much alike.” He hissed. “You both try to put your noses into somewhere where it don’t belong!” God he really could be a cold hearted King of Quick-wits if he wanted, but at this point he was going down the road where so many people including Freddie went down.

“God I don’t even know why I try!?!” I exclaimed standing up. “I’m trying to be the adult here John!”

“Just so you could what? Tell Veronica about what’s been happening to me since a week after we left Budapest? Don’t thing I don’t know you’re snitching off to them!”

“No John! No.” I said as I turned away trying to compose myself. “I do this because…..YOU HAVE 4 BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN BACK HOME AND THEY LOVE YOU!! THEY LOVE YOU SOO DAMN MUCH!!” I exclaimed, pointing at him aggressively.  I sniffled and sobbed out, “And I don’t want them to go through the same pain I did of losing their dad!”

Silence rang between us as I turned away from him covering my sobs behind my hand.

“(Y/n), sister dear, sister dear no, no, no calm down, calm down, calm down. Hey,” he came up to me. I felt his hands rest on my shoulders but I turned my head away from him.  

That’s when he turned my head back towards him and cupped my face in his hands, and this time instead of the harsh eyes, I was met with the broken, yet warm eyes that was my Deacy.

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a—bastard to you. It’s just…this tour has been so stressful, there’s things going on back at home and I couldn’t be there so I….I was forced to resort to the only way I knew how to deal with things. In silence by the bottle.”

“And I get that Deacy. We’re all going through some shit.” I said lowly.  I looked up into his eyes and whimpered, “But from one orphan girl think about it….if you were to overdose after tonight, where would that leave your kids? Your wife?” even through my own tears, I could see tears forming at the corner of Deacy’s bloodshot eyes.

He immediately hugged me, resting his head on top of mine as his arms wrapped around me and I felt him stroke the back of my head.  I sniffled a bit before continuing.

“No matter what it takes, paying for AA meetings, or me walking out of your life for a bit. All I ask is that you do one thing…..don’t make those three wonderful boys and that sweet little girl fatherless!” I pleaded the last part as I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face.

He brought me back into his chest as I softly wept into his chest.  He rocked me from side to side and said.

“Okay, okay I will. I just…..hope Veronica forgives me.”

“If it were me and Jack, I think he would eventually. But don’t push her away. You’re each other’s swans.”

“That a—thing you and Jack call yourselves?” he teased.

“It’s romantic don’t tease!”

“No worries. When—Ronnie and I first started dating I….I called her my penguin.”

“Penguin?” I laughed softly.

“They’re her favorite animal don’t tease.”

“I’m not.” I wiped my tears away and looked up at him and he looked down at me. “What do you say you and I ditch this party and go see our families?”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Plus it’d give me time to sober up on the drive and make it up to my sister dear.”

“I’d like that.” I hummed a chuckle. “Very much, brother mine.” He then kissed my forehead and the two of us with a wrapped arm around each other walked back inside to find Brian and Rog and tell them we were gonna go ahead and go.  They accepted and wished us a safe drive but not before giving the two of us hugs on a job well done (well I got both hugs and kisses but that’s just Bri and Rog).

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I called my driver Louis to come pick us up and he drove us from Stevenage back to London. By the time we reached Deacy’s house it was already 1am.  We hugged and kissed each other goodbye and Deacy walked out with his stuff in tow on his way up to his house.  I saw him ring the doorbell a few times before the light from upstairs came on.

It was then I saw Veronica open the front door and when she saw her husband standing there, she looked stunned.  I saw Deacy talk to her for a bit before she finally embraced him and the two of them kissed each other.  As the two of them swayed back and forth and moved around till Ronnie’s back was turned towards me and I saw Deacy look directly at me.

He gave me a smile and a wave in thanks.  I smiled back and waved bye to him and watched the two of them enter the house.

“Okay Louis take me home.”

“Can do ma’am.” He said with a smile.  Thankfully traffic was on our side so it about 40min. to get there.  Finally at 2 in the morning I was greeted by the sight of my home that Bri so kindly gave us after Kelly’s birth.  Louie stopped the car and he said. “We’re home Mrs. Kline.”

“Thank you Louis. You are more than welcome to spend the night here if you wish. Lord knows Bri had plenty of bedrooms installed.”

“Thank you very much ma’am.” He turned off the engine and he helped me with my stuff.  We both quietly walked in the house and I just told him to leave the stuff near the front door and that I could get it later, while I kept my overnight bag over my shoulder.

“Sweet dreams Louis.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Kline, sweet dreams. And what a wonderful performance you played tonight.”

“Thank you.” I then directed him to one of the guest rooms and he bid me one final goodnight while I quietly walked up the stairs to the main bedroom.

When I walked in, I saw my husband sleeping soundly in the bed and there just at the foot of the bed was baby Kelly in her crib.  I quietly set my bag down and walked towards the crib and smiled down at my sleeping daughter.  I kissed my index and tall fingers before gently placing them on her cheek.

She softly stirred as she cooed but then she just went back to sleep.  I then turned to Jack and walked up towards the bed and slowly sat down before finally lying down.  As carefully as I could, I nuzzled his chest and snuggled close to him, humming tiredly. I don’t know whether it was subconsciously or he must’ve been awake for that split second, but I felt Jack’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me close.

A soft smile spread across my face as I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent.

It was at that point I was truly happy.  Deacy’s lyrics never rang more true, the ‘I’m happy at home’ line, it speaks a thousand words.  I was home, and I couldn’t wait to stay home for a long hiatus.

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After All This Time, You and I (3/4)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Bucky you’re entire life.

Word Count: 1060

AN: Wow it’s been a minute since I posted this story! Honestly lost a little of the motivation, and the end of last year was rough. Hope you guys enjoy! 

Warnings: A few swear words

You can do this, get yourself together Y/N. Smoothing down the front of your dress, you steal one more look in the mirror. Turns out, an hour scrubbing, tweezing, and putting on makeup makes your skin glow. You could go so far as to say you looked Instagram model worthy. 

After months of denying it to yourself and the world, you finally conceded that you were in love with one James Buchanan Barnes. You weren’t even sure when it had happened, maybe you’ve been in love with him all your life. 

But of course with the revelation came the heartbreak of knowing he would never feel the same about you. You were the baby sister of his best friend, probably someone he thought about as a sister himself. He had seen you butt naked running around the backyard at 4 years old, with cake all over your face on each birthday, and vomiting into his toilet a year ago.

After crying to Natasha and Wanda for weeks, Natasha had enough. She had convinced you to start dating again, get over Bucky and move on to bigger and better. And by bigger, she meant bigger. Of course, there would be no one better than Bucky. But after a year of pining, you were ready to stop being so lonely and pathetic. You couldn’t spend every Friday night hanging out with Steve and Bucky, you had to live your own life. 

With more confidence than before, you grab your jacket and stuff in your wallet, keys, and lip gloss into a small purse. Some John Doe from Bumble was going to meet you at a bar downtown.

The front door opens, and slams shut signaling the return of your roommate. 

Bucky. 

It might have been a poor choice to live with the unrequited love of your life, but you needed a roommate after Natasha moved out to live with her boyfriend. Bucky decided to stay an extra year to get his masters last minute, and Steve had already signed a lease with Sam. Of course, Steve had encouraged the two of you to shack up, stating that it would be good for both of you. 

The year you two had been living together has been the best year of your life. With every meal made together, every night sat on the couch and watching TV or studying for tests was a small glimpse into the domestic life that you craved. There has never been a sweeter torture, but you would gladly endure it to see a sleepy Bucky walk out of his room every moring. 

“Bucky! I’m on my way out, but I went grocery shopping today and got the pizza you love so much. It’s in the freezer if you wanna heat some up.” you yell at him, gathering any last minute items. 

Walking out into the living room, you stop your rambling about the cutest dog you saw today when you see him hunched over on the couch. Head in his hands, you can tell he’s trying hard not to cry. 

“Bucky? What’s wrong?” you ask, immediately taking a seat and wrapping your arms around him.

A few moments pass, you can tell from his back that he’s trying to get a hold of his breathing. You rub circles into his back as you feel him tense, laying your head on his shoulder, waiting out the storm. 

“I got passed over for the job.” he says so quietly, you aren’t sure he spoke at all. Your heart sinks for him. This was his dream job, the reason he decided to spend extra money and extra time to get a masters degree. 

“Oh Bucky, I’m so sorry.” you try to soothe him. 

“They said that it was down to me and some other person, but they had more experience.” he explains, head still down. 

“I’m not going to lie, that sucks. And it’s going to hurt for a while, but then something better will come along and you’ll be glad you didn’t get this one.” you state, sure that he’ll have a bright future. 

He nods, and before you know it, he shifts on the cough to lay down, with his head in your lap, eyes closed. Your fingers immediately go to his hair and start to lightly massage his scalp. You sit in comfortable silence, hoping that your presence helps Bucky in some way. 

He opens his eyes and stares up at you, as if seeing you for the first time. “You look breathtaking, are you going somewhere?” he asks innocently. 

“Nope” you say, popping the p and shaking your head. “Just wanted to pamper myself.” you explain with a weak smile. 

He looks at you a little longer, trying to discern if you were lying, and you hope that your poker face is up to par. His eyes squint, and you can feel your face starting to burn, staring back down at him as nonchalant as possible. 

“Ok.” he accepts. His stomach ruins the moment by growling, and you both laugh. 

“Let’s get a crap ton of takeout and then get shitfaced.” you suggest. 

“Sounds like the perfect way to end this awful day.” he says with a smile, moving to get up. 

“You go shower off the sadness, and I’ll order.” you offer as he pulls you up from the couch and into his embrace. 

“You’re the best” he whispers, and presses a kiss to your forehead. The action makes you weak in the knees for a moment. You close your eyes and relish in being in his arms. 

He releases you and retreats to the bathroom. Pulling your phone out of the purse on the counter, you shoot a quick text to Bumble boy telling him you weren’t going to make it, and open your seamless account. You order three of Bucky’s, and yours, favorite meals. As you set the phone down, you see that what’s-his-name texted back, but you know you’ll never talk to him again. 

Walking back to your room, you change into comfy clothing. Instantly, the dread you didn’t even know was there starts to clear up. You can hear Bucky singing a very off-key rendition of ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody’ from the shower, it brings a smile to your face and your heart swells.

So much for getting over Bucky Barnes.  

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Turn Back the Clock (2)

 Rating: M (References to sex)

Pair: Chen x Reader x Lay (poly relationship) Word count: 1,592 Summary: A spinoff of Text Roulette. In the known timeline, a rejection resulted in you earning a lifetime with the three best friends you could ask for and two loving boyfriends. What happens in the timeline where you’re not rejected?

Part one | 

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Nine years passed and so much changed since that day. The friend that dared you to do it wound up going to prison for aggravated assault once high school ended. You ended up going to college and graduating with a bachelor’s degree in business and moved straight into a pretty decent apartment from there.

However, there were also a few things that didn’t change. First off, you were closer than ever to the three that you’d met in your freshman year. Minseok had become an older brother to you, being the guy you went to whenever you need help. Jongdae became your best friend, the brunette spending more time with you than most people do.

As for Yixing, you were actually still dating. Everyone had been sure that as soon as you got to know each other that you’d break up, but you never did. In fact, it actually made you closer than ever. You just celebrated your anniversary by (by both of your choice) taking a small cruise with the others.

You and your boyfriend had moved in together almost as soon as you got out of college and at this point, you couldn’t be happier.

“Y/N! Did you get more shampoo?” you heard your boyfriend say as he walked down the hall towards the front room, smiling to where you were in front of the front door.

You couldn’t help but smile back as he approached you. “Yeah, I picked up a couple bottles, they’re under the sink.”

He hummed, moving behind you and slipping his arms around your middle. “That’s good...feel like joining me?”

You shook your head. “As much as I’d love to, I have plans with Minseok and Jongdae so I have to get ready to head out back out soon.”

Yixing smiled heavily and smiled at you. “Alright, but I’m calling dibs on later tonight though, I’m craving cuddles from my baby and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off,” he said playfully.

You snorted and pecked his lips, lingering for a moment like you occasionally did. “I’m sure you’ll make it. We have to make plans to hang out as a group soon, feels awkward how we keep going off into groups of three.”

He nodded and placed a kiss just below your ear before letting go and moving away. “Maybe. Alright, I’ll go take my shower and let you get ready. Love you.”

You smiled, watching him make his way to the bathroom. “Love you too, have a good shower.”

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You met up with Minseok and Jongdae at a local cafe, liking to go there since Yixing liked the desserts and Minseok loved the coffee. By the time you’d gotten there, Jongdae and Minseok had already ordered, the older already halfway through his cup.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. Yixing kept me held up.” you greeted, sitting down across from them.

Jongdae hummed in acknowledgment, Minseok snorting. “Same as usual, although it’s not much different with you.”

You rolled your eyes and sat back. “Oh shut up. You e with someone for as long as we have and see how you are with them.” you scoffed.

Minseok took a sip of his coffee. “My longest was a year and a half and I couldn’t imagine being like how you and Yixing are with her...” he mumbled.

You couldn't help the snort that escaped you, Minseok looking at you with a look that told you he knew where you were going with it. “That’s because she just wanted to be able to say she was dating an older guy,” you said, making Jongdae choke on his food.

The elder rolled his eyes. “Just because it’s true doesn't mean you have to remind me,” he grumbled.

Jongdae shrugged. “Hey., be happy you’ve been in a relationship, don’t forget that I’ve been single since high school.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Not without trying. I’ve set you up with so many dates and you’ve always come out of it with some issue with the girl. I’m starting to get the feeling you’re not telling me something.” you said, half teasing him.

An expression crossed Jongdae’s face that you couldn’t quite read. His brows were furrowed, lips falling open before quickly pursing. “Like what?”

You shrugged, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know, you already like someone, you’re gay. Something like that that you wouldn’t want me to know for some reason or another,” you said.

The man started to shift uncomfortably. "Don’t say stuff like that...” he trailed off.

Minseok let out a heavy sigh. “Okay, how about instead of driving Jongdae to dig a hole and climb in it, why don’t we talk about something that actually matters?”

You nodded. “Yeah, like how birthday season is going to be coming in a couple months, what should we do for it?”

Ah yes, birthday season. It was what you called the time from Jongdae’s birthday in September to Minseok’s birthday in March. It was called this because all of your birthdays fell in fairly close order between them, yours sitting between Minseok’s and Yixing’s. Because of this, you would usually have one big event for all of them and smaller parties for each individually.

The three of you shared a mutual look, each of you having relatively the same idea. When you were in your senior year, the four of you decided that once you were all financially stable enough, you would take a trip to the U.S for a week-long vacation in Las Vegas, where you could forget your problems and share a week with you three favorite people getting absolutely plastered.

This is the first birthday season that you’d all had plenty of money saved and money to spend, so all of you knew what was going to happen.

Jongdae scratched the back of his neck. “I think it’s less of a ‘what’ and more of a ‘when’, seeing as four birthdays are coming up with Christmas amongst them.”

Minseok shugged. “Maybe in like January? We get Christmas and New year out of the way, and it gives us time to plan.”

You nodded. “That sounds pretty good to me, I just have to talk to Yixing when I get home, make sure he can get some time off work before we start planning actual dates.”

They both nodded in agreement and the conversation continued how it usually did, ending up in talking about how life is and stories of the time apart.

Before you knew it, you were saying your goodbyes and exchanging hugs, a box containing a new cake flavor the cafe was trying out for Yixing in your had as you make your way home.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

It was no surprise that you came home to find Yixing softly snoring on the couch, laptop sitting on his stomach. He would often do that, lay down while doing work, claiming that he wasn’t even tired enough to sleep, they would be fast asleep within the next ten minutes.

You were extra careful to be quiet, setting the box on the coffee table, then moving the laptop next to it so it wouldn’t fall.

After a moment of organizing, you decided to replace it, kneeling between his legs and sliding until your face was nuzzled into his chest.

The extra weight on top of him woke him up, dark eyes soon coming to look at your face. “Oh Y/N, you’re home. How was hanging out with the guys?” he asked, hands coming to gently play with your hair.

You smiled. “It was good. Jongdae’s still loud and Minseok’s still a smartass, so business as usual. How was your nap?” you asked teasingly.

He huffed. “It wasn’t supposed to be a nap...I was trying to get work done.”

You giggled and kissed his chin. “Well, how was work and how was not doing work?”

Yixing jutted his lip out at you in aa pout. “Working was good. As for the other thing, you’re not funny,” he said, starting to tickle you.

You erupted into a fit of giggles, desperately trying to fight his hold, squirming in hopes of escaping but it was all in vain. He finally relented once you finally gave in and let out a breathy apology between giggles.

Still trying to catch your breath, you looked up at him. “Oh yeah, we talked about the Vegas trip too. We talked about having it in January.”

He laid back down with his eyes closed. “That sounds amazing...I’ve always been really excited about it, not even because of the drinking and partying we’ve planned out but just to have an adventure with you guys. It’ll have a lot of stories to bring back.”

You couldn’t help but grin and lightly stroke his cheek with your hand. “You’re the cutest. And here I was, the thing I’m most excited about getting shitfaced and pushing Jongdae into a pool. Now I look like a bad friend.” you said with a playful pout.

He laughed. “It’s okay baby, I know that you feel the same as me deep down, that's just not your first thought about it. Probably not either of theirs either. It’s something I know you’ll think about when we’re leaving to come back home.”

You sighed and nuzzled him. “You're so sweet, honestly the world doesn’t deserve you”

He chucked and kissed your nose. “Maybe not but I’m glad that I’m here anyway because since I’m here, I have you,” he said with a sweet smile.

God, he’s adorable.

#poly exo #chenlay #poly chenlay #poly relationships #exo #exo chenlay #exo xingdae #exo series #exo yixing #zhang yixing #lay #exo zhang yixing #exo lay #exo chen #chen #exo kim jongdae #kim jongdae #lay x reader #yixing x reader #chen x reader #jongdae x reader #xingdae #chenlay series #xingdae series #god im sure if came out fine but im so nervous since its my first one back since aprril

[madelainesvixens]

Sweetvee 41&61

I’ve been working on this one for four nights, I hope you like it, xx

Please continue to sent requests from this list of prompt!

41. “Who the hell do you think you are? My dad?”

61. “I’ve had enough.”

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It was mid December when Veronica Lodge walked in the Whyte Wyrm looking, white snowflakes covering her black cape. She removed her hood and kicked the snow off her heeled boots. Her dark brown eyes scanned the bar, searching for a familiar blonde head but, she wasn’t present.

The raven haired girl sighed discouragingly. She had been searching for her best friend all night and the Wyrm was the last place on her list.

Where are you Betty?

“I think your chauffeur took the wrong direction.”

“Excuse me?”

“Northside is opposite way, Princess.”

Veronica turned around, catching sight of a very tall Serpent. “Sweet Pea,” she acknowledged.

“Mobster Princess.”

Usually, Veronica would’ve chuckled at the dark humor but, not tonight. Her night had been eventful and she didn’t have the heart for a laugh.

It took Sweet Pea one glance at the rich girl for him to catch on that something was up. He gave his cue stick to another Serpent and made his way over to her.

Sweet Pea wouldn’t call her a friend but she was definitely not a stranger. He had seen her before in the halls at school and at Jughead’s birthday party and always thought she was an uptight rich bitch that didn’t think farther than the tip of her nose. It was the vibe he got from her. His opinion changed when he found her crying in her fancy dress outside the school at Homecoming.

The reason of her tears: Archie Andrews.

That idiot had been making out with Valerie Brown backstage after his musical number and Kevin had caught them. Being the loyal friend he was, he immediately told Veronica about her boyfriend’s tongue jumping the fence.

Sweet Pea had sat with her on the cement stairs and let her cry on his shoulder, his unfinished cigarette crushed by his feet. He wasn’t good at comforting people and had no idea what to do but he couldn’t leave her by herself.

“Fuck him. It’s his loss if he want to trade a ten for a six.”

Later than night, they ended up hooking up in his trailer.

“Is everything okay?” Sweet Pea stood in front of her, raising a worried brow.

Veronica looked up and smiled tightly. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Bullshit.”

She opened her mouth to argue but closed it. He already knew she was lying.

Eyes were on them as they stood in the middle of the Serpent bar. Her raven hair and the pearls around her neck gave her identity away. Or, maybe it was the fancy handbag resting in the crevice of her elbow.

Sweet Pea put a hand behind her lower back and led her to the bar, taking the attention away from them. “Want anything?” he asked her.

“The strongest you have.”

“We’ll take two shot of vodka and another beer,” he told Hog Eye.

The man nodded and poured their drinks, handing them to the young Serpent. Sweet Pea took the drinks in his hands and led Veronica to an empty table at the back of the bar. They sat down and Veronica immediately reached for the shot glass, downing its content without grimacing.

“What did Andrews do again?”

Veronica knitted her eyebrows. “How did you-”

“When is Andrews not the reason why you’re upset?”

“Thouché.”

“So,” Sweet Pea started, taking a sip of his beer. “What brought the mobster princess on snake territory?”

Chuckling, Veronica removed her cape coat, revealing a black top with an embellished collar. “It’s over. Archie and I. I came here in hope to find Betty but, clearly, she isn’t here.”

“Until when this time? Monday morning?” he joked, knowing Archie and Veronica always get back together despite their several breakups.

“No. I mean it this time. I’ve had enough. Archie is a boy, he’ll never change his juvenile attitude. We went on a movie date at the Bijou tonight and his phone went off during the movie. Moodkill, I know. I thought it was Jughead or his dad but no, it was a notification from Tinder. I almost let it slide because, maybe he had made a profile we were broken up and forgot to delete the app but then, I realized you don’t get notifications from people who swiped right unless you pay for the app. So, he’s still paying although we are dating. You’re probably thinking he’s done fucking up for the night but, listen closely, it gets worse. He opened the damn notification right there, in the middle of our date. This is totally unacceptable. I was furious.”

Out of all the shitty things Archie has done, checking Tinder during a date was probably the worse. It was beyond disrespectful toward Veronica - his girlfriend. To her, the betrayal hurt more than all the times he cheated on her behind her back. At least, then, she didn’t have to witness her boyfriend smiling at whatever that bitch on the other side was writing.  

“Andrews really surpassed himself this time, uh.” Sweet Pea laughed at the Bulldog’s lack of brain, shaking his head. “I can’t believe he opened Tinder right in front of you. It’s like he’s silently saying you’re his side bitch.”

Talking about the beast, Veronica’s phone went off, Archie’s name flashing on the screen. She flipped the device over and ignored it. She tried to but, Archie didn’t get the hint and kept calling again and again which infuriated Veronica.

She sighed dramatically. “Oh my god, will he ever stop?”

“He might have orange hair, he’s not the brightest crayon of the box.”

Veronica stifled a laugh, smirk curving on the Serpent’s lips.

“This is it. He’s gonna have a taste of his own money.” She grabbed her phone and for a second, Sweet Pea though she was giving in and answering Archie’s call, she pulled it up in front of the Serpent. “Please, hold the pose,” she said, and snapped a picture, adding a cute filter and posting it on Instagram with the caption: ‘fun night with my new bae’, knowing Archie has her social medias notifications turned on. “Should’ve known not to mess with a Lodge.”

She knew Archie despised Serpents but, mostly their guard dog Sweet Pea. The two strong headed teenagers had gotten into quite a few fights together over the past year. Jughead had tried his best to keep the peace between the two clans but, he couldn’t do miracles. They even got souvenirs from their opponent. A scar below the eye for Sweet Pea and a chipped tooth for Archie. The rivalry between the two sides of town is nothing new but, ever since they merged the two schools together, both boys started a secret contest for the most powerful alpha and, needless to say, it didn’t impress anyone. If anything, it got them to spend more time together in detention.

“I bet if we go outside we’ll see him fuming from here.”

She watched as Sweet Pea took another sip of his beer, his shot of vodka still untouched in front of him. “Are you going to take it?” The Serpent hummed. “The shot.”

“I intended to, yes.”

“I’ll go get myself another round, then.”

The raven haired girl stood and headed to the bar to order more drinks. A minute later, she come back to she and Sweet Pea’s table with a crimson colored cosmo.

“I thought you were getting more shots?”

“It’s coming,” she replied with a fierce smile, glancing back at the bar.

Sweet Pea followed her gaze, seeing Hog Eye pouring what seemed to be tequila in several shot glasses which was much less forgiving than vodka. Both will get you drunk pretty fast; vodka will make dance on tables for a few minutes before ending with your head down the toilet while tequila will increase your bad decisions and you’ll wake up in the morning, having no clue what happened the night before.

“Not to pop your bubble but, I’m not drinking any more shots. I need to take my bike home.”

Hog Eye deposed the tray on their table and returned to the bar, flashing Sweet Pea a knowing look. The younger Serpent ignored it. He could bet his life that more than half the population of the Wyrm expected him to take Hiram Lodge’s daughter back to his trailer tonight. They’re all gonna be disappointed because it wasn’t on tonight’s agenda. He wouldn’t oppose to having sex with Veronica but, it wasn’t what she needed tonight. She needed someone to listen to her rants and change her mind from the ginger Judas that is Archie Andrews.

She shrugged, picking one shot glass and downing it before biting into a piece of lime. “More for me.”

“You’re not drinking all of this.”

Veronica scoffed. “Who the hell do you think you are? My dad?”

In true Sweet Pea fashion, he would’ve responded with a dirty comeback like: ’Not yet’ or ’No, but I can be your daddy if you want’ but, he didn’t.

“Drowning your sorrows in alcohol isn’t the way to go. Been there, done that. You’ll feel like death tomorrow if you get shitfaced.”

Holding the Serpent’s gaze, Veronica tasted her cosmo. “Would you happen to have another solution to propose? I’m all ears,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she let her heeled boot crawling up Sweet Pea’s leg, stopping right by his crotch.

Sweet Pea hissed, grabbing hold of Veronica’s foot. “I wasn’t going to suggest it but…if that’s really what you want.” If she was looking for a rebound from Andrews, that was a role he’d willingly play. He had been looking for an occasion to bang her again ever since she left his bed the morning after Homecoming.

She grinned behind her drink, loving the grip the older boy had on her. One major thing she liked about sex with Sweet Pea was that he wasn’t afraid to be rough with her. Not too rough but just enough, something Archie was never willing to do.

Just like going down on her. The Bulldog was a selfish boy that clearly didn’t care enough about his partner to give her single pleasure.

Veronica wasn’t going to lie, the alcohol was starting to kick in, the mix of vodka and tequila feeling warm in her belly. She wasn’t drunk but, she had drank just enough to feel confident and sexy - more than usual.

“Shall we head out?” she asked, arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Sweet Pea let go of Veronica’s foot and slide out of his seat, waiting for the raven haired girl to do the same. She put her cape back on and downed the rest of her cosmo. “Lead the way.”

#sweetvee #sweet vee #sweet pea x veronica #veronica x sweet pea #sweet vee prompts #sweet pea #veronica lodge #riverdale prompts

[everything-jeronica-blog]

sugar, we’re going down

His father gets married in the spring. He looks handsome in his black tux.

Jughead places bets with his cousins on just how long this marriage will last reckons it’ll end miserably. His father had never been easily satisfied, always had that itch that he just had to do something about. He had never been one to question his father’s musings, didn’t see the need to. This is just how life works, he thinks.

His bride is a beautiful woman and with a complexion to die for. Also a widow, if rumors were to be believed. Jughead gives his father some credit for this one - at least she isn’t just another one of those whores he liked bringing home with him to their mammoth of a house. He has some taste left in him after all.

The woman has a daughter, Veronica. Almost the mirror image of her mother, almost a carbon copy. She’s gorgeous, unnervingly and disturbingly so. She sits on the other end of the bench and Jughead lets his eyes skate up the length of Veronica’s legs. His eyes fall to her face and he’s surprised to find Veronica staring right back at him.

Her lips curl into a smile and Jughead looks away.

---

The reception party is about as boring as it gets. His father has his mouth glued to his new wife’s ears, whispering promises and sweet nothings, all of which he’s probably said to all the ones before her. Jughead almost feels bad for the woman.

“Which one is this one?” Fangs asks him, pulling out the seat beside her. He hands him a glass of champagne and he gladly takes it. “Fifth? Sixth? Seventh? I’ve honestly lost count.”

Jughead snickers. “She’s just a number, that’s all she is.”

“Mom told me about how your dad’s said that this one, she’s ‘the one’,” Fangs replies. He loosens the tie around his neck, unbuttoning the first two buttons on his shirt. “You buy that?”

“He’s my father, so of course I don’t.”

Fangs laughs. His eyes skim the room and Jughead catches exactly where his focus has landed. “Pretty, isn’t she?” he says to Jughead, eyes dancing. “Your new step-sister.”

“Something about her rubs off wrong on me,” Jughead mumbles to Fangs. “I can’t quite place it, but there’s something.”

Fangs slings an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close. He can smell the alcohol in his breath when he teases, “Maybe you’re just attracted to her.”

Jughead pushes him away lightly and grumbles, “Fuck off.” He laughs again and Jughead takes a sip of her champagne, eyes glued to Veronica across the room. Veronica’s eyes flutter to his direction and they’re locked again under each other’s gazes.

Jughead can feel Veronica devouring him with her eyes.

---

(Jughead is the first person his father tells about the engagement. He doesn’t bat an eyelash; he is used to his father’s habit of coming to him to talk about some sudden engagement to some woman he’s never laid his eyes on.

“One more thing,” he says, lighting another cigarette. “She has a daughter about your age, or maybe just a little younger.” He lets out a puff of smoke and smiles at him; part of Jughead wants to punch him in the face to wipe his crooked smile from it. “Looks like you’ll have a sister.”

Jughead’s lip twitches.)

---

The Gomez move into their mansion promptly after the wedding and honeymoon. Bags upon bags and boxes upon boxes are brought in and the maids fix everything up quickly. Jughead watches from the side, amused at how the maids and movers walk around like busy ants. Before the day comes to a close the Gomez are settled into the Jones mansion and Veronica and Jughead are stuck sitting across each other at the dining table in what could be the most awkward dinner the world has ever seen.

Jughead likes Veronica’s mom - now his stepmother - well enough. She has kind eyes and she is warm to Jughead. Jughead had never really liked any of the ones before her, didn’t see anything in them that was worth liking. Veronica’s mom seems to be the exception.

As for Veronica, Jughead can’t quite place this strange feeling he gets looking at her. Veronica watches him back in silence as well; all Jughead can do is stare at the curve of Veronica’s lips, pink and plump. Jughead tears his eyes away with difficulty.

---

Veronica is enrolled to Jughead’s school and she is the talk of the town. Boys gawk at her when she passes by, practically drooling. The girls flock around her, vying to be her new best friend.

Jughead does his part as a good step-brother (or as good as step-brothers go anyway), showing Veronica around and letting her sit with him and his group of friends. Archie and Betty adore her, can never stop talking about how pretty she is. Fangs and Toni like her, too. Jughead can hardly blame any of them.

A few weeks pass but Veronica still pays no mind to the others who try to befriend her, always sticking close only to Jughead. Something about this only makes her more wantable, for lack of better word, to everyone, so they continue to flock around her and fall at her feet.

“It’s like you’ve got some sort of cult or something,” Jughead remarks on their way back home. The chauffeur pays them no mind. “And you know, you don’t have to stick around me so much.”

Veronica turns to Jughead, expression unreadable. “Don’t you want me around, brother?”

Jughead cringes at the word ‘brother’. He catches Veronica’s lips curve up into something that looks close enough to a smirk. “Though I suppose you’re right,” Veronica continues. Her voice is low as she places a hand on Jughead’s knee and says, “I just like your company so much.”

Jughead jerks his knee away and hastily pulls out his headphones and puts them into his ears, averting his eyes from Veronica’s dark eyes.

---

Veronica eventually forms her own group of friends, though to Jughead they are more like devotees than friends. This meant that she would spend less time walking in Jughead’s shadows or sitting besides him in the cafeteria, their bodies practically pressed together.

Jughead almost regrets telling Veronica to go make her own friends. Almost, but not quite. He feels it when Veronica looks at him from across the cafeteria, from her own group’s table now. He feels it when he’s standing in front of his locker to get something and Veronica passes by him with Cheryl and Josie, offering him a small smile. A part of him wishes he hadn’t told Veronica to find other people to hang around with because it meant not having her with him, at arm’s length, by his side.

Jughead numbs it down later with a bottle of whiskey that Fangs had stolen from his father’s liquor cabinet.

---

Jughead has an itch he can’t quite place -- an itch beneath his skin that needs to be scratched.

Toni invites both Jughead and Veronica to her birthday party, a supposedly small gathering of friends at her family’s estate, or that’s what the invitation said anyway. Knowing Toni, and by extension Fangs, half the population of their school would probably be there getting shitfaced.

Jughead is three shots of vodka and two pills of some illegal substance in when he stumbles into the living room, squeezing past everybody, and sees some guy - Reggie, captain of the school’s football team - with Veronica on his lap and his hand cupping Veronica’s thigh. Veronica has her arms wrapped around his neck and his mouth is pressing sloppy kisses onto hers. Something snaps in Jughead then and he charges forward; he grabs Veronica by the wrist and yanks her off of Reggie’s lap roughly. He ignores Veronica’s complaints, ignores her when she says “Jughead, stop it! You’re hurting me!”, ignores the stares from everyone else in the room.

“Don’t touch her,” Jughead hisses at Reggie. His head is spinning and the world is turning into a blotchy state of hyper-saturated hues but his voice is clear.

Fangs steps in and tells him to go home, says he’ll handle it. Handle what exactly, he has no idea, but Jughead complies and Veronica follows silently behind him. The chauffeur eyes them curiously but asks no questions; he opens the door for them and drives them home in silence.

---

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Veronica grumbles to Jughead. She had to help Jughead back to his room, one arm wrapped around his waist as she half-dragged, half-carried him inside. She’s standing in front of the door, a hand wrapped loosely around the wrist Jughead had grabbed her by earlier. “What the fuck was that about?”

Jughead can barely see straight but he throws a burning glare at Veronica. “I don’t like him touching you like that.”

“Oh, so now you play the role of a brother  - stepbrother - is that what this is?” Veronica scoffs, her voice dripping poison. It ticks Jughead off. “Don’t want him touching your darling sister? Is that it?”

Jughead walks towards her - though it feels more like dragging his feet across the floor - and pushes her back roughly against the door. He slams his hand next to Veronica’s face and Veronica winces. “I don’t like him touching what’s mine,” Jughead growls, fingers roughly cupping Veronica’s jaw. Then he kisses her - hot and rough and angry, their teeth clicking.

When Jughead pulls away abruptly and Veronica is left trying to catch her breath, he spins Veronica around by the shoulder, pressing her hard against the door. His hand sneaks past the waistband of Veronica’s dress and Veronica instinctively arches her back against Jughead’s body, exhaling shakily. Jughead uses his free hand to cover Veronica’s mouth, and he says hotly against Veronica’s ear, “ You’re mine.”

It doesn’t take much for Veronica to come undone and lose all sense of control under Jughead’s touch; her climax is muffled by the hand on her mouth. Jughead presses a gentler kiss along Veronica’s jawline and Veronica huffs, “You jerk.”

---

Jughead’s father and Veronica’s mother eye the two of them curiously the next morning, and when Veronica’s mother asks them if something is wrong, Veronica’s eyes briefly flicker to Jughead when she answers sweetly, “Nothing, mother. Absolutely nothing.”

---

Veronica is glued to the hip with Jughead again after that and everyone passes it off as sibling love or whatever they called it. Reggie steers clear of Veronica after that, cowering under Jughead’s gaze. The school is abuzz about the incident at Toni’s party but no one dares say anything out loud, especially not against Jughead. But he isn’t concerned about what they have to say about him, not really.

So they walk the halls of the school side by side, fingers loosely intertwined.

---

“I’m glad you two have gotten really close,” Jughead’s father remarks during dinner. His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “This is good, yeah.”

Jughead and Veronica just smile at him.

---

Jughead kisses Veronica behind the bleachers, in front of the lockers when no one’s looking, in between classes when everyone is too busy to notice. He kisses her until his lips explode; Veronica tastes like cinnamon and spices, that Jughead can feel his mouth burn.

Jughead fucks Veronica in tight restroom cubicles, hasty and explosive, pulling her out of class and getting the both of them into more trouble than they ought to be in. They fuck in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep, with muffled giggles and moans and whispers of keep it down, you don’t want them to hear us, do you?

People will say it’s wrong, will say they’re shameless and will condemn them. Jughead agrees -- it’s messed up, they’re messed up.

They’re messed up. They’re shameless. They’re perfect.

---

Their report cards come in and Jughead’s father is less than pleased with his equally less than stellar grades. He finds it unfair that Veronica managed to get decent grades while he had the sucky end of the stick.

Then again, though, Jughead had always known Veronica would be detrimental to his grades.

---

The whispers start. The dirty looks follow after. No one says anything when either Veronica or Jughead pass by, though, those cowards.

Jughead doesn’t know exactly what spurs all of it. Jughead never cared if everyone and their mothers knew, not really. But Veronica cared, or rather, she cares. So Jughead had learned to control his touches in public, learned not to stare too long at Veronica, learned not to hold her hand for too long lest people catch on to their little secret.

They continue to walk through the halls with their heads held high and shoulders squared. No one looks them in the eyes.

---

“Why did you slap her in the face?” Jughead asks Veronica, panting. His body is aching but in the good kind of way, the kind that he welcomes. “Archie told me about it.”

Veronica plops down beside him on the bed, burying her face in the crook of Jughead’s neck. “Cheryl said things she shouldn’t have said about you.”

Jughead chuckles softly, running his fingers up and down the length of Veronica’s arm. “You didn’t have to slap her, though.”

“No one talks about you like that, no one is allowed to.”

Jughead presses a kiss to Veronica’s forehead.

---

Summer comes and Jughead’s father hands him the keys to his vintage Jaguar convertible. “Go take it for a spin,” he tells him. He dangles the keys in front of Veronica excitedly and they take it out to one of the open roads.

Jughead drives, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and Veronica sits quietly in the passenger seat. He hits the gas with no mercy, enjoying the feeling of the wind in his hair and the deep hum of the engine. Veronica smiles at him and says, “You’re enjoying this too much, darling brother.”

“Stop calling me that,” Jughead grumbles. Lip service is all it is at this point.

Veronica laughs that husky laugh of hers, the one Jughead’s grown so fond of. She places a hand on Jughead’s thigh, fingers dangerously close to where they shouldn’t be when Jughead is driving at the speeds he’s gunning. His back tenses and his grip on the steering wheel tightens; he catches Veronica smirk at him from the rearview mirror.

“Behave,” Jughead says with a click of his tongue.

Veronica rolls her eyes and Jughead frees one of his hands from the steering wheel to hold Veronica’s hand with. He brushes her thumb over Veronica’s and Veronica smiles contentedly.

They're perfect.

#jeronica #vughead #writing #mine

[mainadjacent]

Sticking to the Script (p.5)

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader, one-sided Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: You are the star of the hit TV show, “Winthrope Manor” and you’ve just got a new costar, Gwilym Lee who happens to bring around his friend, Ben Hardy, to set. You develop feelings for Ben, but they’re not well received. Lucky for you, your costar is there to help make things better.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry about how delayed this has been! I started a new job and the hours are long! Plus, I spend all day typing and looking at a computer so when I get back that not necessarily what I want to be doing. But! This is the longest chapter to date @ 3.6k!! I really did enjoy writing this too!

Warnings: Light swearing and some (fake) injury description.

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PART 5

“So, Lucy’s birthday is coming up,” Gwil says nonchalantly as he digs into a cardboard container of lo mein, his legs selfishly stretched out on your too-small couch.

“Yeah?” You ask, placing a bottle of wine and more takeout boxes down on the coffee table and unceremoniously push Gwil’s long legs off your couch to plop down next to him. It’s the ninth time this month that the two of you have ended up at your apartment after filming—the first being after your weird ice cream-fueled apology session.

“She’s having a party next Saturday,” Gwil throws his legs over yours and instead of protesting you prop your takeout box onto his knee, “and she asked me to invite you.” This last bit he says as he swipes the eggroll that your holding.

You send him an annoyed look, “Yeah, that sounds fun. We should probably go shopping for a present this weekend then.”

“We can make a day of it then,” Gwil says, his eyes trained on the reruns of “The Office” that you have up on your tv, “go get brunch?”

“Yeah! We can go to that place with the bottomless mimosas,” you respond excitedly.

Gwil chuckles at your enthusiasm, “You Americans love getting shitfaced in the middle of the day, don’t you?”

You stick your tongue out in response. “I didn’t hear you complaining last weekend at brunch.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he makes a point of rolling his eyes while he casually throws his arm around you and gently pulls you closer. You instinctually lean in and rest your temple on his shoulder. It’s become natural, to find yourself in this type of positions with Gwil lately.

Things have been like this for a while—the two of you would spend casual time together on set—almost like what it was like before your odd row—but now the two of you spending time together outside of work. You would often end up at your apartment after shorter shoots or out together on the weekends. It was nice, having someone to spend time with.

This, of course, everyone on set had been bugging the two of you about the status of your relationship and while this was annoying the easiest part about defining your relationship was that there really was no need to. When one of your cast members—usually the more obnoxious ones—would ask about you and Gwil you would just shrug, and not in an elusive way, you just had nothing to say. The two of you were definitely not dating and you didn’t think you were in love with him: Gwil didn’t make you nervous to be around; you didn’t spend hours agonizing about what to say to him; you weren’t ever embarrassed to speak your mind around Gwil. If sometimes you felt inclined to cuddle on the couch, you were not really inclined to think too hard about it.

You thought part of the reason you weren’t too inclined about looking into your relationship with Gwil was that you kind of already had one: Edmund’s and Violet’s courtship was going strong. There was never really a need to look into exploring the tumultuous territory of an almost-relationship because the two of you already had a perfectly scripted and rehearsed one. You could just sit back and enjoy Netflix and takeout instead. Relationships were overrated anyway.

Gwil didn’t seem too bothered by it either.  At first, you had thought spending time after his weird bar storm-out would have been…awkward. But, honestly after getting past that first uncomfortable evening, everything sort of fell into place.

“I got your favorite,” Gwil held up two pints of ice cream as you open the door of your apartment.

“Great, thanks,” you respond in a way that doesn’t quite sound genuine. The two of you stand awkwardly at the threshold to your apartment. You’re pretty sure letting him in is like making a commitment you might not be able to keep but staringrring at you expectantly, so you gesture for him to come inside.

“This is my place,” you motion around weakly to your unkempt apartment, “sorry I didn’t have time to clean, I wasn’t, um, expecting anyone.”

“Quite alright,” he walks further into your living room, “you should see my place.”

You smile tightly in response and try not to think too much about whether or not that’s an actual invitation.

You awkwardly showed Gwil to the couch and fetch some spoons before lowering yourself gently next to him, making sure to keep a wide berth between the two of you.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Gwil silently handed you your pint of ice cream and your rolled it between your hands thoughtfully.

“So, listen,” you started off, slowly, “I know you said there was nothing else for you to say back there in the parking lot but, I honestly think I deserve a better explanation for what happened that night than what you gave me. I mean, not that I didn’t appreciate what you said back there because I did, like a lot! It’s just—”

“No, you’re right, I’m sorry,” Gwil said earnestly, and something about his tone made you want to look away. He takes a deep breath.

“Listen, I was drunk that night and I’m sorry about that, I truly am. I guess the problem was that I was insecure about your relationship with Ben. I thought you only wanted to spend time with me because of him. The thing is I like you and I didn’t want that to be the only reason we spent time together. But that night, we were having such a good time and I finally began believing that we were genuine friends… and then you mention Ben and that hurt my feelings a bit, but that’s not your problem! You’re not responsible for making me feel good about myself, I was embarrassed about how hurt I was about the whole thing, so I didn’t mention it before. I guess you can say I’ve mucked it all up, though. If you don’t want me to stay that’s fine,” Gwil rose abruptly, “You can keep the ice cream—”

“Gwil!” you found yourself exclaiming, “you don’t need to leave. It’s okay.”

“You don’t have to say that,” Gwil responded weakly.

“No really, lets watch some tv or something,” you patted the seat next to you.

“I appreciate you telling me the truth,” you said, when you still see Gwil wavering. “You don’t have to lie to me though, remember?”

He smiled weakly down at you. “Right. So, you’re not mad?”

“Nah,” you said, “as long as you promise: no more lies.”

“No more lies then.”

___________

The next Saturday, you find yourself in your apartment again, this time, alone while getting ready for Lucy’s party. You’re nervous, for some reason and you’ve spent twenty minutes staring at yourself in the mirror, tugging at your dress. It was new, and you had bought it the Saturday before while you and Gwil were hunting around for Lucy’s birthday presents. You had spotted the black number in one of the vintage boutiques you had visited that day, and completely fell in love. You ended up buying it even though the price tag was a bit steeper than you were used to. Probably because Gwil had insisted you would look great in it and you had quite a few mimosas at that point. You really like it, but it felt like a bit too much, a bit too daring.

You consider changing into one of your other dresses, something you’re more comfortable in, but before you can make up your mind, you phone chimes with a text from Gwil. He’s waiting for you outside your apartment.

You grab your coat and race downstairs, your nerves thrumming and you don’t know why. The second you slide into Gwil’s car, you can tell there’s something wrong by the way he’s tensely gripping the steering wheel.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have something to tell you and if you don’t want to go that’s fine, I completely understand. If you want to go to the movies or something, maybe we can—”

“Gwil, just tell me what’s going on,” you sigh exasperatedly.

“Ben is going to be at the party tonight.”

“Oh.”

Oh. Oh.

You hadn’t really considered this as a possibility even though it was very likely that Ben was going to be at the party tonight. After all, he was Lucy’s friend too. Your mind had just been too preoccupied with other things to even mull over that possibility.

“Like I said, I can call Lucy and tell her you fell ill or something.”

“No, Gwil, really, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you respond, and both you and Gwil are surprised at the honesty of your answer, “I’m not pumped to see him, but we should be there. You know, for Lucy and remember how long we spent finding that purse? Let’s just go and have a good time.”

Gwil seemed tentative about what to do, but thankfully, he didn’t push it and the two of you spent the rest of the ride over to Lucy’s talking lightly about work and other topics that aren’t Ben. You’re grateful Gwil doesn’t prod.

Despite of how nonplussed you originally felt about the reality of seeing Ben when Gwil first mentioned it, as you climb the stairs up to Lucy’s apartment, you feel your stomach jerk with a certain sense of dread that reaches its zenith as you’re standing in front of Lucy’s door. Gwil seems to sense your trepidation because he looks down at you with a concerned look on his face before reaching out and taking your hand. You’re a bit surprised by this but it seems to serve its intended purpose because you feel yourself washed over by calm. You smile weakly and squeeze his hand as if to let him know that it’s okay to knock.

Lucy and Rami answer almost immediately and they both exclaim a very enthusiastic greeting. You can tell they’re already drunk. You hand falls from Gwil’s, your private moment broken.

Lucy pulls you enthusiastically to the packed living room and while you spot some familiar faces—Joe waves at you encouragingly, almost as if he knows that something is going on and he pities you—but most people are strangers. No Ben.

Lucy shows you to the kitchen and insists on pouring you a drink while you drop of the present you and Gwil got her in a growing pile.  Lucy hands you a drink and you gulp it down a little too eagerly it would seem because she asks, “Is everything okay?”

You nod briskly and ask for another drink instead of offering any further explanation.

Before Lucy can prod—and you can tell she wants to prod—there is another knock at the door and she disappears off to answer it. In her absence you pour yourself another drink. You finish that one and pour one more.

“Woah there poppet, the party’s just getting started,” Gwil says as he comes up behind you, “You’re already two drinks in and I know for a fact Rami makes them strong. You’re not looking to get pissed are you?”

“I was making this one for you,” you smile sweetly and hand him the drink. He grins back appreciatively even though you’re pretty sure he knows your lying.

“Are you okay? You know, it’s still not too late to fake an illness,” Gwil asked, concerned.

“No, I’m fine. Besides, we can’t leave! Lucy would be so disappointed!”

Just as Gwil is about to protest further, Joe pops into the kitchen and in the midst of getting a beer informs the two of you that Ben has arrived. You exchanged a harried look with Gwil.

You don’t have time to even consider faking an illness before you spot Ben being ushered into the kitchen by Lucy. Your hand finds Gwil’s once more, as if on its own accord and the action does not go unnoticed by all those packed into Lucy’s tiny kitchen.

Gwil greats Ben enthusiastically and while Ben actively responds, you can feel his eyes flicking back to you and to the hand you have entwined with Gwil. You suddenly drop Gwil’s hand hotly under Ben’s gaze.

“Hi,” you say, suddenly bold.

“Hi,” Ben responds, seemingly taken aback.

“How are you?”

“I’m doing well. How’s ‘Winthrope’?”

“Great! We’ve almost got Meryl Streep on board,” you respond lamely.

“That’s… great.”

Lucy seems to sense the tension because she quickly interjects and offers to show you some painting in the living room you were interested in seeing. You gratefully take this as a chance to leave.

The rest of the party you spend on edge, trying to avoid Ben but making small talk when necessary. After a couple more drinks, it gets substantially easier and you can feel yourself loosening up.

The next time you accidently end up positioned next to Ben you don’t even shy away from his gaze. You feel yourself growing bolder as you hold an actual conversation with him for the first time since he disappeared. The conversation is cut relatively short, though, as Rami pulls an elaborate flower-covered cake from the kitchen and leads the party through a sloppy rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’. Lucy is blushing madly as she blows out the candles and distribute the cake while Joe, Gwil, and Rami freestyle a birthday rap for her. It’s painful to watch, no doubt, but you’re struck at how close you feel to the others in this moment. You are hit with a feeling of endearment as you see the boys making fools of themselves. Watching Gwil especially, makes your heart stir a bit unexpectedly and you are overwhelmed with the realization of just how fond you are of him. Gwil catches you staring and flashes a smile in response and your heart leaps and in that instant things get infinitely more complicated. In that moment, you realize, you like Gwil. Like really, properly, like him.

Oh.

Oh.

Your head is swimming and you’re not sure if it’s because of all the alcohol or because of this sudden revelation. Either way, you are overwhelmed with the urge to get out of the cramped apartment. You rush to the door as stealthily as possible, trying not to pull any attention from the birthday girl. You maintain calm as you exit but as soon as you’re on the other side of Lucy’s door you break out into a sprint until you’re outside the building, sitting on the sidewalk. You take a moment to collect yourself as best as you can, but you can feel your head spinning.

You don’t know how long you’re sitting, there with your head in your hands, when suddenly you hear someone call your name. At first, you think you’re imaging it but then it’s called again, and you turn behind you. Ben is standing at the entrance of the apartment building a cigarette dangling from his lips staring at you with what could pass for concern in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asks once he realizes he has your attention.

“Yeah, just needed some fresh air.”

You think that that might have been the end of the conversation, but to your surprise, Ben plops down next to you and offers a cigarette. You politely decline.

“You know, I’m glad you and Gwil are together. I knew I did the right thing.”

What do you mean?” you question a seemingly drunk Ben.

“Well, I stopped talking to you, because I knew how much you and Gwil liked each other and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

“What do you mean?” you demand, your head once again swimming, but this time for different reasons. How could Ben know about your feelings for Gwil when you’re just figuring them out yourself.

“Well, yeah, when I saw you two do that first scene together, I knew that Gwil had feelings for you and that you weren’t too far behind. Shame really, I liked you.”

“Ben,” your head snaps to look at him, “you ghosted me because you thought that Gwil and I were interested in each other? Even though you liked me?”

Ben nods severely like he’s admitting that what he did was incredibly noble.

You feel yourself being overwhelmed with anger, “Ben you don’t get to make that choice for me! I liked you right back and you just ghosted me—which was not cool by the way—instead of actually being straight with me. I wanted to be with you and you took that choice away from me. I like Gwil but I also liked you.”

And in a move that surprises even yourself, you storm off.

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Fallen (M) Chapter One

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Hi! This is a Jungkook AU! I really hope you enjoy this series! Happy reading! 

For me my world has always been one way, in one system, black and white. There were no ‘gray areas’. Until I met you… I guess I should start from the beginning, huh? It’ll be easier for you to understand this way. So it won’t hurt as much… Or at least I hope.

“(y/n)! Are you listening~” Your friend, Nari waved her hand in front of your face. “Huh? What?” You ask, completely dazed. Your final exams have been back to back non-stop. You spent nearly almost all your free time studying, and the small few hours you’ve worked, you actually enjoyed. I suppose it’s my only break from the oppression of school. You thought.

“Party, tonight. My house. You coming?” Nari was the party type, but she wouldn’t get shitfaced. She’d just go to have fun and enjoy herself. She gets a sort of ‘natural high’ from them.

“You know that’s not my style” You sigh while rolling your eyes. Never in your life had you gone to a party (aside from birthdays), and you most certainly aren’t going to start now. “Aw come on! It will be so fun~” she cooed.

The bell rang and you internally growled. Exam for college algebra, my favorite. “No, besides my exam plate is stacked enough for a party of 5 to eat. I need to cram.” You sighed “it’s always about studying this, cramming that, work this. Come and hang out with me~ I miss you-“ “bye love” You waved her off with her retorts right with her.

Being short was never fun for you, especially through the halls. People always pushing past your shoulders, constantly being pinned against others because everyone is just trying to do the same thing, get to their class.

Not paying attention, you tripped. You fell flat on your ass, because someone’s bag was on the floor.

“Taehyung!” You heard someone yell.

Looking up, you see him. Jeon Jungkook. Smiling down at your pathetic self on the floor. “Sorry, my friend threw my bag. I hope you didn’t get hurt.” He said sweetly offering his hand, but you refused picking yourself up. All the girls in the school were in love with this guy. But you knew what he was known for, getting girls in bed then ditching them. You weren’t about that life.

“It’s fine,” You faked smiled “It’s my fault for not paying attention anyways” a small chuckle escaped your throat. A boy with silver hair and a red bandanna came running after you. You could feel Jungkook staring at you, but you ignored it.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think anyone would trip!” The boy apologized. “It’s okay, really.” You smiled gently at the boy and patted him on the shoulder. “I’m gonna go now, bye.” You quickly said, excusing yourself.

I’m guessing that’s Taehyung. You thought.

Walking into class, you cleared your head and readied yourself for your exam. You were still in high school, but since your school offered college classes, you decided to take them. But it was a heavy workload, and you barely had time to enjoy yourself.

“(y/n)! Don’t think you’re getting away that easily!” Nari called after you as you walked to your car. Your brain was completely fried from that exam. Logarithms, polynomials, exponential functions, and even some damn calculus was in that test! That professor is evil. You swore that you were going to be dreaming of the equations for the next week because it is so damn engraved in your brain.

“You’re coming to the party. You’re a junior, live your life. We can have a sleepover and just talk about stupid things when the party's over” She begged with her hands together and puppy dog eyes. You felt bad, you hadn’t been spending much time with her despite her always texting you to hang. “Well it is Friday so…” “Yay!” She jumped and hugged you. “You won’t regret it!” she started to run off. “I have work till eight you know!” I yelled after her and she just put her hand up as if saying ‘yeah yeah’.

“That girl I swear” You couldn’t help but smile. Nari was like a ray of sunshine. She’s always fun to be around, and she can be very down to earth. At times she may not look it, but she’s a good judge of character and people's moods. She always seems to know just the right things to say.

You worked in a small coffee shop. To be honest you weren’t much of a coffee person, you were more of a tea person. But the aroma of coffee was so intoxicating to you. Different coffees had different scents. Some were bitter, some were sweet. Your favorite was the ‘Indian Monsooned Malabar’ blend. It had a bittersweet scent but it invades your senses and makes you feel so relaxed and at home.

“Hi Hoseok” You smiled at your co-worker. You both went to the same high school, and your shifts always seemed to sync up. “Hey, (y/n)” He gave you one of his famous bright smiles. You always took notice of his customer service since he’s always tipped well.

“Counter today?” You asked, tying your hair up and throwing on your apron. “Yep” He laughed, slipping off his backpack and green bomber jacket. Stepping into the back, you quickly made yourself look presentable. A little bit of lip gloss and mascara. You didn’t care much for how you looked, but at work it was different. You like tips, and you found that when you look a little more cute, people tend to tip well.

“Is Brian and Chase still out there?” you asked while pinning on your name tag “Yeah they’re cleaning up right now.” he was doing the same as well. He fixed his red hair today to look a little curly. Hoseok was a dancer, you’ve seen him a couple times. Mostly through just late nights of closing the shop. But each time it was more enjoyable than the last. He danced with so much passion and elegance, it truly is beautiful.

You clocked yourself in and did the same for Hoseok. He had already started preparing some of the coffee grounds. You guys had a system. He’d prep, you’d clean. Then at the end of the night you would prep and he would clean. This is how these things have always gone between you two. You worked surprisingly well together.

“Oh hey man!” Hoseok said, you turned to see him giving a bro five to Jungkook, who’s eyes immediately found yours. “Hey” He smiled back at Hoseok “Can I get a cappuccino?” “Yeah sure, (y/n).” Hoseok quickly shot you a look and you had already started.

A medium roast espresso blend in a drip coffee machine. As the cup filled, you steamed the milk, whipped it until it became a froth. Gently, you poured the milk over the dark liquid. You created a tree design in the froth due to it being December. Taking a small moment you admired your work.

Walking over, you brought him his drink. “Here you go sir, is there anything else you’d like?” You fake smiled, a beautiful art that you’ve picked up through this job. You honestly didn’t want to be around this douche. And this is the first time that you’ve ever seen the hoe here in the two whole years that you’ve worked here.

“Yes, I’d like you.” He brought his coffee to his pink lips and locked eyes with yours. Your heart clenched and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. What the fuck? You thought. “Sorry, but I’m not for sale.” You smiled sarcastically and walked off, fists clenched. How bold! And rude, what even was that! Why is he even here. Why am I blushing? Why is my heart pounding?

“(y/n) one americano” Hoseok called “G-Got it” you stammered and mentally cursed at yourself. Hoseok gave you a weird look but you ignored it and made the coffee.

As soon as Jungkook left, you felt the tension in your chest release. How annoying. He was there for at least an hour, and every time you passed him to give customers their orders, you could definitely feel him looking at you. It was like a 6th sense or something, but you could definitely feel it.

You went to his table to clean up. And as you were, you saw a $20 tip and his number on a napkin. Your eye twitched. Who does this boy think he is? A sex god? I don’t want this dumbasses number! After putting the twenty in your pouch, crumpling the napkin, wiping down the table, and made your way back to the sink.

Is he trying to buy me? Get my attention? Well he got it alright, he’s lucky I don’t shove my foot up his ass. Wait- no I am a peer mediator that would be not something a good samaritan would do. “(y/n), I know I’m cute and all, but stop daydreaming about me and make a chai latte to go” Hoseok smiled at you, and his words brought you out of your thoughts.

“Pf, you wish dude” you laughed and he followed suit.

The rest of your work evening was pretty normal paced. Just the same old back and forward motions, you and Hoseok messing around. Counting tips, etc.

You were prepping all the coffee machines for tomorrow when Hoseok tapped you on the shoulder.

“What’s up?” You asked, wiping away at the stains in the metal rim of an espresso bean grinder. “It’s eight, your shift is done” you shooed him away. “I’m not gonna leave you my work load. That’s not cool.” you sighed, turning to face him, well more like looking up at him since you were short. “Yeah, but I don’t mind. Besides you have Naris party to go to right~” He teased. You wondered how he knew but he answered that for you. “I’m going too, but I overheard you guys in the parking lot in front of the school” he cleared his throat “You’re a junior, live your life.” He quoted Nari, but in a higher pitched mocked version of her voice.

Laughing, you pushed Hoseok's shoulder. “She doesn’t sound like that you idiot” You chuckled and he pretended to flip his imaginary long hair over his shoulder “She totally does” he said still in the ridiculous voice.

You two laughed a bit more and then found an agreement since you both were going to the party it would just be easier if you both closed up the shop.

“See you at the party (y/n), don’t get shitfaced now!” Hoseok teased as we got into our cars. “Please if anyone is getting drunk it’s you or Namjoon.” “You’re probably right” He smiled brightly, and from there you both drove to Naris place.

Luckily since you had to go to work, you dressed nicely. A pair of black ripped Jeans, a slightly oversized black shirt that said ‘NeverMind’, a simple white beanie and white hightop vans to match.

The house was a large two story white home on private land. Both of Naris parents are overseas at the moment for their company. The house was already flooded, and cars were starting to line the driveway. Loud music bombed from the entirety of the property. People were outside watching others on the ‘Keg stand’. That weird beer thing where people do a handstand and try to drink as much beer for as long as possible.

Oh boy. You thought as you stepped out of your black mazda6, Hoseok right behind you. “Don’t be nervous!” He slapped you on the back. “You’ll have fun”. You seriously doubted that, but regardless, you walked with him to the entrance and through the swarm of bodies.

As you entered the house, people were grinding on each other with red solo cups in their hands. Strobe lights flashed all throughout the house. The music was now so loud it felt as if your spine had vibrations going through it.

Making your way to the kitchen you found your best friend, you somehow lost Hoseok but you were honestly fine with it since he’s friends with pretty much everybody.

“Nari” You sighed in relief. “(y/n), you made it! I’m so glad!” She gave you a tight hug. Nari had on a skin tight red dress that made her boobs stand out. She paired it with a black velvet choker, and some red heels. “You trying to get laid? You look hot” You said and your best friend smiled. “Nope, just making sure guys know I’m not a snack” She gave a wink. Her beautiful long black hair framed her face and body nicely. She had a small frame but just enough curves. Her skin was pale, and she had big brown eyes. A lot of guys like her, and it’s easy to understand why.

“Let’s go dance (y/n)-”

“Hey Nari”

Both you and your friend turn around to find Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook. I almost puked and Nari almost melted, she has a thing for Namjoon.

“H-Hi” She stammered cutely. “Want to dance?” He asked, his voice deep and confident, but red stained his cheeks as he held out his hand. She quickly looked back at me asking for permission, her eyes desperate. How could I say no? I gave her a nod and she took his hand swiftly and led him to the dance floor.

“Shit” I cursed, completely forgetting there were 6 other guys in this kitchen.

“Ah! You’re the cute girl from earlier!” Taehyung exclaimed, making your eyes widen. “C-Cute?” You stuttered, a flush running over your cheeks. He gave a cute laugh and you wanted to bolt. “I didn’t think this was your scene.” Jungkook smirked. You wanted to slap him. “(y/n) right? I’m Yoongi we take the same music tech class.” He said, but of course you already knew who he was. “Hi” Jimin smiled, along Jungkook, he’s known as one of the hottest guys in school. “Don’t crowd the girl!” Seokjin exclaimed. “Okay mom~” Hoseok teased.

“Hi” You said quietly as all the boys stared at you, it was uncomfortable, and something you were not used to. You were that one quiet girl who sat in the back of the class with a book in her hand, the one who spent her free time studying. The ‘Teacher’s Pet’. Not the girl who goes to parties, and adding onto that getting noticed by a bunch of hot guys.

“(y/n) don’t be weird” Hoseok laughed and patted you on the back. You shot him a death glare. “So you’re name is (y/n), you’re so cute and small” Taehyung said, bending down to look at you better. Why does he keep calling me cute? This is so weird, Nari please save me from this hell.

“So, (y/n)” Jungkook saying your name sent shivers down your spine. “What?” You asked, no fake niceness in your voice. The others were taken aback except for Hoseok, he was used to it. “Get my number?” He asked, not wiping that ‘I know I’m irresistible’ smirk off his face. “Yep I did, and I threw it away. I don’t want it. I’ll pass, not smash. Thanks.” With that, you walked away leaving them all stumped. You ran up the stairs to Naris bedroom and shut the door locking it behind you.

Your face was burning bright red. What was that?! Why did I say that? What’s wrong with me, why can’t I just be a quiet girl that doesn’t stand out? Throwing yourself on the floor, you let your racing heart rest. You felt the steam rise from your face. This isn’t me.

“(y/n)! Get your ass out of my room and come have fun!” Nari’s voice came from the other side of the door. Very muted, but still audible. So quick! What the fuck does she have ninja senses? “Fuck no! I just embarrassed myself”. Suddenly her door was open and she came to my side. Wasn’t that door just locked?

“Telling off a fuckboy? Being a badass? Be proud! I’m proud!” You covered your face as she beamed at you. “Where’s Namjoon?” You peeked through your fingers, up at your friend. “He’s teasing Jungkook for getting rejected. Now, let’s make you look hot so he really gets pissed.”

“Oh hell no”

“Yep deal with it”

“But your clothes are revealing!”

“That’s the point!”

You fought with her till you was reduced to a pair of short black shorts, a white crop top, that was more of a bra if we’re being up front here, a black and gold choker, your beanie and shoes. She made you take your hair out, and straighten it. She put a dark reddish brown lipstick on you. Looking at yourself in the mirror you stared, mortified.

“I look like a whore” You shot her a death glance and all she gave you was a smile. “That top really shows off your baby abs” You were slightly athletic, running and core strengthening was about the extent you’d go to. “I don’t have abs, and I don’t want to be seen like this.” You hid your burning face. Too much skin was exposed.

“Just for one night, (y/n). Own it and be badass!” without even giving you time to respond, she grabbed your wrist with a surprising amount of strength and dragged your sorry ass down stairs.

You got some looks, mostly of shock. One of those shocked faces being a Hoseok and a Seokjin. Nari lead you through the pit of sweaty bodies, towards the middle. ‘Dance’ she mouthed, moving her hips and throwing her hair around to the erratic beat of the music. You slightly moved your hips, but you felt awkward, like everyone was looking at you. Nari rolled her eyes, grabbed your hands and started jumping up and down with you. “Go crazy and have fun!” She yelled over the insanely loud trap music.

Somehow, somewhere inside you, you hit the ‘fuck it’ button. So you did as she said, you moved your hips rhythmically, you tossed your hair side to side, and danced with your best friend. If you looked stupid? You couldn’t care less. You were on such a high, it was almost like the music was coursing through you and all you could do was move how it made you feel.

Suddenly someone's hands gripped around your waist. Quickly, you turned around and it was Jungkook. All the fun you were having? Gone. But, an idea popped in your head. “You don’t give up do you?” You yelled, still moving your hips to the beat, his hands still held firmly. “Not when I see something I like” He answered, tongue running over his glistening pink lips. He turned you around, your back against his hard chest as he grinded against you, you could feel his erection against your ass.  

With a smirk, you turned standing on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his ear. “I’m not something you can have.” you whispered, while playing with the hairs close to the nape of his neck. With that you removed his hands and swayed back over to Nari, but you didn’t break eye contact with him. He looked dazed, confused, and most of all, really, really pissed.

The rest of the party was pretty much one fantastic blur, you and Nari just danced, had fun but then when everyone was going, you two collapsed on her bed.

“Finally everyone's gone” She weakly laughed “God I know” the both of you were tired, but she jumped up almost nearly as energetic as she was at the beginning of this party. Almost as if she was remembering something she was excited about.

“What was that with Jungkook?”

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Revenge is a dish best served frozen.

The cliché goes, ‘Revenge is a dish best served cold.’ Well, my friends, consider this tale to be sub-zero platter of vengeance topped with a scoop of sweet, sweet irony. You may find it repulsive, inhuman even, a hard to believe chain of events that would leave only Satan himself with a throbbing erection. In my humble opinion, revenge is a dish best served frozen.

I was at a frat party a few years ago. Always having been a natural conversationalist, I found myself chatting up random person after random person. Hell, I was willing to talk about anything. The night went along fine, until I met one of the main antagonists in my life…

Her name was Caitlyn.

She was a smoking hot sorority girl from California. We laughed, joked, got talking about other things. Turned out we were into a lot of the same stuff.

We ended up going home together that night, and for the next few weeks we fucked like coked-up rabbits. I grew to like this girl, and she grew to like me. I’d say the day we made things, “official,” was the day she told me about her ex.

She had gotten out of a rough relationship. He was “abusive”, “cruel”, “controlling”. The heartbreaking part was when he bailed after knocking her up. She ultimately had a miscarriage, but the gravity of the situation had weighed on her ever since.

Two months into our relationship, I began to notice the same controlling tendencies in Caitlyn that she had mentioned about her ex. She’d check in on me almost every hour. Things like, ‘Miss you, baby’ ‘How are you?’ ‘Is everything okay? You haven’t texted me back?’ I knew she had some problems with anxiety, and I get it. It’s gotta be tough to rebound from such a shitty prior experience. Then she began to fight with me about seemingly nothing. Not getting enough likes on Instagram is just an example of the minuscule things that would set her off.

With all that crazy in mind, I’ll tell ya, the sex was out of this fucking world. What sucked is she wasn’t on birth control (“messed with her hormones”, yea ok…) I may be a fan of raw-dawging, but I’m more of a fan of not being a father. I’d wrap my jimmy-wang in rubber and go to town. After it was all said and done, I tie the rubber up and flush it. I couldn’t shake the memory of her previous pregnancy, so I would be more cautious than usual.

Any way, she was addicted to doggy and obsessed with cowgirl. You can bet that when I got the ‘come over’ text I’d drop whatever I was doing, I’d even stop mid shit, and screw on over to her place. She lived alone in a small duplex, her apartment being on the first floor. The privacy allowed us to fuck as loud and long as we wanted, but for some reason she hated blowjobs. If there’s one thing in life I love more than God, family, and friends, it’s a long, sloppy blowjob. She’d spoil me with the occasional one, but she hated the taste of spunk. However, she’d let me blast my undeveloped children in her mouth just to run to the bathroom, spit it out and brush her teeth. She’d come back a few minutes later and we’d fall asleep to whatever Netflix recommended that night.

Caitlyn and I had been together for six months now. We ran in the same circle almost everyday. She’d text me while I was in class, I wouldn’t respond because, for fuck’s sake, my education was important to me. She’d get mad. She’d avoid me, then dodge my texts, dodge my calls. I’d say I’m sorry and she’d act like nothing happened, like everything was peachy perfect again. She’d start sexting me at work; she’d send me nudes, she’d talk about how badly she wanted to ride my cock. We were both servers at different restaurants. I’d be walking to my tables with half a chub. I could only imagine that she was ignoring her tables just to text me.

I was beginning to realize that she didn’t have many friends. She insisted we be together 24/7. I really did like her, hell I think I almost could have loved her, but I needed my space too. I had friendships to maintain and grades to keep up. I finally snapped one day. I told her I was going to a party that night. It was my buddy Stan’s birthday. He wanted to have a good ole’ beers and bros night at his place. Stan’s dad was a dog breeder so drinking at Stan’s house was more like beers, bros and Rottweiler’s. Caitlyn wasn’t about to have any of it. She told me I didn’t care about her, or else I wouldn’t go to the party. She was supposed to work that night anyway. Did she expect me to sit at home, count my pubes and wait for her shift to end?

I felt bad. I couldn’t even bring myself to have a good time at Stan’s house. Hell, I probably only had a few beers. I remember sitting with Growler, the oldest of the dogs, and asking him what he thought. He just licked my face, farted and walked away. So I texted her, ‘Hey.’ Nothing. I waited a bit longer; maybe she still had tables? ‘Can we talk?’ Nothing. Fuck. I waited until I was sure she’d be home, and I drove over to her place. That’s when things got strange.

There were two cars in her drive way. Hers and another I didn’t recognize. I knocked on the door but she didn’t answer. I called out to her, but got nothing. I walked around back, to a window I knew would be unlocked. I shimmied it open and crawled through. I could hear something, a moan. I knew that moan. I hustled upstairs and pressed my ear to the door. I took a deep breath and barged through. There, being fucked by some skinny, crooked-dicked Mexican was Caitlyn. They shriek upon my entrance. I grabbed the kid by his throat and screamed at him to fuck off before I severed his crooked cock with a butter knife. (Believe me, it was quite crooked) He ran swiftly away.

I began to holler like I’ve never hollered before at her.

“HOW COULD YOU?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

She was shitfaced. I could smell the alcohol emitting from her breath as she tried to argue with me.

“FUCK YOU!”

“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO THAT PARTY!”

“YOU KNEW IT UPSET ME!”

“YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME! YOU HATE ME!”

I’m a patient man, a willing-to-work-with-you kind of guy, but if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a cheater. She must have drowned herself in a bottle of vodka, and Señor Crooked Cock was the first person to even so much as smile at her. I told her we were over. I tried to leave but she leaped on my back and dug her nails into my neck like a fucking animal. She had dug in deep, but I had managed to buck her off and back onto the bed. I hollered at her once more before slamming the door and driving home.

My phone never stopped buzzing the next day. Text on top of text, call on top of call, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she tried to send a carrier pigeon as a last ditch attempt to contact me. That’s when I received a text worthy of my attention.

It read, “You better take me back…or else.”

“Or else” could’ve meant anything, but I shrugged it off as an idle threat. I came home from class that day when it hit me. ‘Shit, my Xbox, it’s still at her place.’ I could have gone without the few T-shirts and the spare toothbrush, but I couldn’t leave my Xbox there. I was a single man again and COD Black Ops 2 was beckoning me. ‘Shit, what if that was the or else? What if she broke it?”

I waited for her to leave for work that night before sneaking in through the same window. Thankfully, my Xbox was in pristine condition. For good measure I grabbed the spare T-Shirts and tossed the spare toothbrush in the trash. I was getting ready to leave when my stomach rumbled. I remembered a frozen pizza I put in her freezer a few nights ago. Fuck her. That’s my pizza. It was wedged in there like a bastard. When I pulled it out, a few bags of frozen veggies came with it. I picked them up to put them back in when I noticed something odd in the back of the freezer. There were three small tinctures that had been hidden behind the bags of veggies. I pulled one out and used the flashlight on my phone to examine it. Frozen inside was an opaque white substance. That’s when my world came to a screeching halt.

Inside these tinctures wasn’t frozen lemonade, it was semen…my semen. Not that I know the frozen appearance of my own splooge juice, but I could only assume.

I started to sweat and shake.

She wasn’t spitting my unborn children into the sink. She was saving them! Probably to use against me should the relationship derail. Did she do the same thing to her previous ex? Was everything she told me about him a lie?

Sweet Mary Mother of God! What if she’s already shot one of these up there? Can you even freeze semen in a conventional freezer? She sure seemed to think so! I pulled my phone out to text her… but I stopped. The worried expression on my face became a pensive stare followed by a wide smile, the sort of smile that Satan himself would crack.

I texted her this, “Hey babe, after thinking about it all day. I think I’ll give you another chance…”

She texted me back shortly after. She was ecstatic, willing to change, try harder this time. She was so sorry. This bought me some time to begin planning. I pocketed the three tinctures of man juice and replaced everything else just as it was. I couldn’t let her know I had been there. (Yes, I even got the toothbrush out of the trash)

Remember how I said I’m a patient man? A willing-to-work-with-you kind of guy? I’m also a vengeful son-of-a-bitch. My motto is, “Expect the unexpected,” and boy was it time to act.

Phase 1

The weekend was approaching. I had told Caitlyn that I was willing to take her back, but just needed a little time to relax and spend with my family. She understood and promised not to rush me back into the relationship. I was banking on her not checking her secret stash of frozen testicle boogers. I made sure to text her every so often, get an idea of where she was and make her believe that I wasn’t going anywhere. Luckily for me, she was working all weekend.

I went to Stan’s house with the tinctures and told him everything. Stan and I had been friends since grade school. His father was more of a dad to me than my own. I was hoping that Papa Stan would go along with my scheme. He was more than happy to help.

Phase 2

We emptied the now thawed tinctures into the drain. The smell was enough to make us gag. I felt especially bad for the dogs. You know, heightened sense of smell and all.

Stan got Growler hot and bothered; he dropped to one knee, placed some sort of dog condom over his rocket and started jerking away. I made sure to film the entire ordeal on my phone, from the first stroke to the last drop. If ten years ago someone told me that I’d one day shoot a video of my best friend and his dad jerking off a dog, I’d have told them to go and whole-heartedly fuck themselves. But boy did ole’ Growler perform for the camera. Stan was able to fill the three tinctures to the brim with plenty to spare. (Two birds with one stone, two dogs with one hand…I think it works.)

I wait until Caitlyn left for work that night before I snuck back in through the window. I put the tinctures back where I found them and slipped out unseen. I had never left her house so satisfied in my life.

Sunday rolls around and she text’s me, “Hey, do you want to get lunch and talk?”

My response, “After thinking more about it, I’ve decided that I can’t get back together with you. Sorry ☹”

My phone erupts in texts spewing the same threat from before, "or else." I told her to do her worst and leave me alone.

A few days went by before she came barreling up my driveway. She kicked, screamed, punched and through an all around tantrum in my front yard. By now my roommates knew the entire story and were willing to back me one-hundred percent. We called the police and all hell broke loose.

“He raped me! He beat me! He did this! He did that!” she screamed to the cops. Fortunately the cops listened to my roommates and a handful of neighbors that were witness to her actions. They told her to get lost or else they’d arrest her.

Two weeks passed without any contact. She finally called me and I ignored it along with the next ten calls before finally answering.

“Hello?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?

“I’m pregnant… it’s yours.”

“You sure it’s not that skinny, crooked-dicked Mexican’s?”

She starts to yell.

“NO! IT’S YOURS! YOU NEED TO COME HERE NOW!”

I obliged and went over. We had a long talk about options, about getting back together and about the night I walked in on her. She eventually got up to go to the bathroom and I made my move. I rapidly checked the back of the freezer and sure enough, the tinctures were gone! I tried my hardest to contain my laughter. I shit you not; there was even a turkey baster on the counter and I’m sure as shit positive it’s not from making a turkey dinner the other day (she couldn’t cook for shit).

I stayed a while longer, trying as hard as I could to keep my composure. I couldn’t look at her without thinking about Growler, without thinking of her grandmother inevitably using the turkey baster on Thanksgiving. She kept talking and talking and all I could picture was what she might look like with whiskers, a big snout and a stubby tail.

But it’s not over yet, my friends.

Phase 3

She agreed to take a pregnancy test at the hospital just to be sure. She was convinced she was carrying my child and had no objections to it. However, the test came back negative.

I wish you could have seen the look on her face. I had to stand in the back and pretend to scratch my mouth to conceal my smile. We got back to her place and I assured her that it was over between us. Especially now that she wasn’t pregnant. Cue more hysterical screaming followed by my swift departure.

The semester came to an end, and I had begun to hear less and less from Caitlyn. She finally admitted defeat and returned home to California.

That’s when she inevitably texts me a few weeks into the summer. She says she misses me, misses us. She wants to try again once school resumes in the fall. I simply tell her to keep an eye on her mail; she’ll be getting something from me soon. She must have watched her mailbox like a teenager watches porn, constantly and without blinking.

What was she so patiently waiting for? Simple, a USB drive and a note. The note read, “If you don’t want this on the Internet, you’ll never contact me again. Revenge is a dish best served FROZEN” What was on the USB drive you ask? Easy, it was a beautifully edited video of good ole’ Growler getting his carrot snapped and spunk deposited in the same tinctures she tried to trap me with.

I deleted every trace of her from my life. Every memory, every picture, I even brought myself to delete the video. I thought the story would be way too much to explain if someone accidentally stumbled upon it. I was confident that she wouldn’t try to talk to me and I was hopeful that she had learned her lesson after unknowingly injecting dog jizz inside her body. I shouldn’t have been so naïve.

Last week I received a text from a number I recognized. It simply said, “Hey,”

Caitlyn, if you’re reading this… well… I warned ya’.

Woof

Woof

Woof

TL;DR: Caught my girlfriend cheating, she wants me back. I say no and find out she was storing my semen inside her freezer. I replace it with dog semen. She doesn’t’ find out until it’s too late and she’s 3000 miles away.

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Chapter Twenty-Two:  Fireball Burns Back

Word Count:  4941

Chapter No. 22/?

Notes:  I know, I know.  It’s been quite sometime since I last posted a chapter.  Things have been rather hectic lately.  I was getting ready to go on vacation.  I went on vacation.  I had to recover from severe depression because of said vacation.  Not because of it being over, but because it happened.  Long story.  You’re not here for that.  How about that chapter, though?  Let’s do that.

Chapter Twenty-One:  Long Live the Red Hats

Mother…fucker…

 Can I die now?  Is this what dying feels like?  The adrenaline from last night has definitely worn off.  I’m dead inside and more hungover than I’d like to be.  I woke up to the empty bottle of Fireball in my bed and my pajama bottoms missing.  That’s fantastic.  And I still had to go to Julian’s.  I’m sure he had aspirin.  Would he mind if I took the whole bottle?

 I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled into my bathroom to heave my guts out.  Isn’t this wonderful?  First day of unemployment and I’m already a cliché.  And if that wasn’t bad enough, when my phone went off, the usually delightful chime of my ringtone turned into a million nuclear bombs going off in my head.  My day just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?

 “Hello?” I groaned into the speaker.

 “Holy shit, baby,” Julian spoke softly, “Are you ok?”

 “I found that bottle of Fireball last night,” I told him, “Needless to say, I don’t have any left.”

 “Mimi,” he worried, “That bottle was damn near full.  We didn’t drink much out of it last week.  You finished it?”

 “What can I say?” I gagged on round two, “I needed to sleep.  I’ll be over soon.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “Positive,” I swallowed the stomach bile trying to make its way out of my mouth, “I’m fine.  But you wouldn’t happen to have aspirin at your house, would you?”

 “A whole bottle,” Julian cringed, “Are you sure you still…”

 “Yes,” I cut him off, “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

 “Alright,” he let me go, “I love you.”

 “I love you, too,” I hung up and threw up some more.  Note to self: Nearly a whole bottle of Fireball? Not a good idea.  Do not do again.  I grabbed some clothes out of my closet, not quite sure who I grabbed, and headed for Julian’s.  Not getting dressed quite yet.  Once Julian leaves for work, I had all intentions of crashing in his bed. Putting my pajama bottoms wouldn’t be a half bad idea.  The neighborhood doesn’t need to see the little kitties on my underpants.

 I pulled into his driveway, pushed his front door open, threw myself into his chest.  Like a reflex, Julian wrapped his arms around me, “Oh, Mimi…How trashed were you last night?”

 “I don’t know,” I murmured into his t-shirt, “I drank the rest of the Fireball and went to bed. Now, I feel like absolute shit.”

 “Alright,” he put me on his couch, “I’m going to get the aspirin bottle.  Stay here.”

 “Where am I going to go?” I whined, “It’s not like I’m going to work.  Or anywhere else for that matter.  My parents still think I’m employed.  Is it cool if I hang out here while you’re gone?”

 “Fine with me,” Julian allowed, throwing me a white bottle, “In fact, I insist upon it.  Now, take a couple of those.”

 “Don’t have to tell me twice,” I downed two blue tablets without any water.  If I drank something right now, it wouldn’t stay down, “I’ve never been this bad.”

 “Never?” I had a feeling he didn’t believe me, “Come on.  You can’t tell me you didn’t get shitfaced on your twenty-first birthday.”

 “I didn’t,” I clarified, “I had maybe one drink and went to Chili’s.”

 “That’s so disappointing,” he pitied.

 “Hey,” I shrugged, “My best friend was only sixteen and my parents didn’t like me drinking.  That’s why all of my booze is hidden.”

 “Do you keep it in one of those classy globes that double as a minibar?” Julian asked, going back into the bathroom.

 “Yes, Julian,” I groaned sarcastically, “Because somewhere in my room, where you’ve been a few times now, you’ve seen a globe.  No, dumbass. It’s in my desk drawer.”

 “Hemingway style,” he approved, “I like it.  Although, I think Hemingway would have it in a super classy globe.”

 “I’m going to punch you,” I gagged a little more, running over to the kitchen sink.

 “I really wish I could stay and take care of you, Mimi,” Julian sympathized, “But my Netflix and my Crunchyroll premium account doesn’t pay for itself.  Are you going to be ok by yourself?”

 “If you come back and I’m pantsless,” I warned, “That’s not an open invitation to try something.”

 “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promised, coming out as Russell, “Not in your condition.  The last thing I want is for us to be in the throes of passion and you turning around to throw up.  I’ll come straight home after work, ok?  You need anything, call me.”

 “I will,” I wrapped my arms around his waist, never wanting to let go, “If Griffin comes in today, don’t be a dick about me.  I know you want to, but don’t.  He’s not worth it.”

 “One of us has to be bringing home some money,” Julian teased, “And I’ll be damned if he ruins my viewing of Orange is the New Black when it comes back.”

 “Nerd,” I cuddled into him.

 He kissed the top of my head and grabbed his keys off the counter, “Go back to sleep, ok?  I love you.”

 “I love you, too.”

 Julian went off to work while I curled up in a little ball in his bed.  Still warm.  Still felt like him.  Even had an indent where he was laying.  Perfect. My first real day off in what felt like an eternity and I’m spending it with a wicked hangover.  Give yourself a pat on the back, Mimi.  Or how about laying in Julian’s bed and going back to sleep? I liked that idea better.

 A little while later, the blaring ringtone on my phone decided to wake me up.  I rolled over and caught a glimpse of the clock.  Who the hell would be calling me at noon?  I grabbed my phone off Julian’s nightstand, “Hello?”

 “Where are you?” Veronica squeaked on the other end, “I just talked to Julian and he said you quit.”

 “Veronica,” I scolded, “Could you keep it down?  I’m hungover and sleep deprived.  I love you, sweetie, but your voice is like nails down a chalkboard right now.”

 “Sorry,” she apologized, “Now, what happened?”

 “I quit my job,” I shrugged, “Not much to tell.”

 “But you’ve been working at the café since forever,” Veronica pointed out, “Why?”

 “Because I needed to move on and Griffin’s an asshole,” I explained, “I couldn’t stay and a change of scenery would be nice.”

 “No,” her voice broke a little, “You’re not leaving Lenexa, are you?”

 “No,” I settled her, “I’m not leaving until May.  Then, I’m taking a trip.”

 “If you’re not at the café then,” Veronica wondered, “Where are you?”

“Julian’s,” I might regret that later, “He let me crash here, so my parents won’t find out about me losing my job.”

 “He’s so sweet,” she awed, “Are you guys together yet?”

 “What did I tell you?” I shut her down, “Once I know something, I’ll tell you.”

 “Julian already told me.”

 “No, he didn’t,” I knew this game, “Or you would’ve led with that.  Besides, there’s nothing to tell.”

 “Dammit!” she snapped, setting off an earthquake in the back of my brain.

 “Veronica!” I growled at her, “Jesus, why don’t you fucking shoot me?  It’d be quicker.”

 “I’m sorry,” she settled, “I don’t mean to.”

 “I know, honey,” I came down, too, “It’s just…I’m tired.  I’m exhausted.  I’m sick. Cut me some slack.”

 “I’ll let you go back to sleep,” Veronica let it go, “And I won’t ask about you and Julian anymore.”

 “Thank you,” I sighed out, “You tried pumping him for information, too, didn’t you?”

 “Yeah.”

 “Go back to class, Roni,” I pulled out the mom voice, “You know where I’ll be.”

 “I don’t know where Julian lives,” she chimed, “But I’ll check on you later!”

 Click.

 I was too awake to go back to sleep.  Don’t get me wrong.  I still felt like inside out ass, but at least I had more sleep.  As much as I didn’t want to get out of Julian’s bed, I got up and got in the shower.  And I’ve never enjoyed a shower more in my life.  Except maybe for a camping trip I was forced on one summer, but I digress. Now, I could see who I grabbed this morning.  Come on, hungover me.  Tell me you made a smart decision.

 Alphonse Elric.  I did make a smart decision.  All I had for Al was a short, loose, gray dress to simulate his armor.  It won’t push on my stomach.  I don’t have to wear pants.  Hungover me deserved a medal.  I got out of the shower and searched Julian’s kitchen for something to eat.  Hopefully, I’m past the puking phase.  Even during my worse hangover, I stopped throwing up after a good nap.

 To no surprise, Julian had packs on packs of ramen.  My god, Julian.  Were you preparing for the apocalypse?  My beloved boyfriend had more ramen than what one has the right to in a lifetime.  It’s like he’s hoarding.  Every size, every flavor.  Flavors I had never even heard of!  Julian, baby, you need to lay off your Amazon account.

 I made a package of creamy chicken, put a shake of sriracha in it, and turned on his Crunchyroll. What to watch, what to watch. Maybe I should go old school and watch Dragonball Z.  It has been quite some time since I watched Dragonball Z.  Nah.  I’ll watch something else.  Wasn’t feeling too nostalgic.  Until I found something on the list that did get me all nostalgic.

 I might have started my road to otakuhood on Pokémon and Sailor Moon, but a part of me had a soft spot for one in particular.  I had gone from fourth grade until my freshman year of high school without living my otaku life.  Five years of no anime and a fully functional social life.  But then, for old time’s sake, I decided to turn on Netflix and in my recommendations was an anime called Fruits Basket.

 This girl Tohru ended up living in a tent in the woods after her mom died.  She didn’t want to be a burden on her father’s father.  Little did she know, the property she had staked her tent on belonged to the most popular boy in her school.  Yuki Sohma…My first anime crush.  I had to admit it.  That is until I saw his cousin Shigure.  From that moment on, I was a Shigure girl.  However, the Sohma family had a secret.  If any member is hugged by someone of the opposite sex or is under a great amount of stress, they turn into an animal of the Chinese zodiac. Shigure was a dog.  Yuki was a rat.  And I loved them all.

 Fruits Basket was the anime to reintroduce me to the beautiful world I missed so much.  It made me go back and rewatch Sailor Moon. It made me rewatch the original Pokémon series.  From Fruits Basket, I jumped right into Fullmetal Alchemist, the original series. And from then on, I never had a regular social life again.  The only reason I met Veronica was because of a school project.  I kept my love for anime and manga and video games under wraps and it’s been that way ever since.  Once the theme started playing, I felt a bubble of emotions rising deep within my heart and tears started streaming down my face.

 I was so happy when you smile.

Your smile breaks through the clouds of gray.

Far from the sunny days that lie here and sleep.

Waiting with patience for the spring.

The flowers will bloom renewed again.

Knowing there’s more beyond the pain of today…

 Such a beautiful song. My heart never failed to melt whenever I heard it.  I grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch in Julian’s living room.  Life was good.  I forgot about the hell that happened last night and the hell I went through this morning and I couldn’t be more content.  For a brief moment, the world was ok again.

 I’d be lying if I said I didn’t put a dent in Julian’s couch today.  I nearly watched the entire series and felt the judgment.  I’m sick, ok?  Fuck off.  I had a day to myself to do whatever I damn well please and did just that.  I binged one of my favorite anime on my boyfriend’s couch.  I kept ramen down and sucked down half a case of Julian’s bottled water, which I probably owe him…But all in all, I had a good day!  Minus the part where I wasn’t feeling too hot, but still!

 “Honey…” Speak of the devil, “I’m home.  Do you have pants on?”

 “No,” I shook my head, “But I showered today.”

 “Good for you, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of my head, “How you feeling?”

 “So much better,” I pulled him down to the couch, “I missed you.”

 “I missed you, too,” Julian pulled me against his chest, “What have you been up to all day?”

 “Nothing,” I smiled, “And loved it.  I forgot how nice solitude can be.”

 “Well then,” he chimed, “I brought you a present.”

 “You didn’t have to do that,” I brushed him off, “What’d you bring me?”

 “I don’t suppose you want another bottle of Fireball,” Julian assumed, “At least I hope not.”

 “Not at the current juncture,” I promised, “Or in the near future.  Seriously, though, what’d you get me?”

 “I took a detour on the way home from work,” he admitted, “You hadn’t called or texted, so I figured you were either sleeping or good enough for me to take a trip to Kansas City and back.”

 “I thought you were getting a little late,” I glanced up at the clock.  Yikes.  I lost track of time.

 “I made a stop at the mall,” Julian went on, “at that store you told me about with the shit selection. But the closest we can get to any otaku-y goodness without going online.  I saw something I knew you’d squeal over and I knew you didn’t have it.”

 Julian grabbed a little bag from the other side of the couch and put it in my lap.  I’m sure he outdid himself.  He always did.  I felt around a little.  Soft, squishy.  Plushie. Definitely a plushie of some sort. By the feeling of it, an animal. That’d be so weird if he got me a member of the Sohma family.  I pulled my present out and, as predicted, squealed my heart out, “Julian!”

 “You’re welcome.”

 I’VE BEEN EYEING UP LITTLE SEBASTIAN IN THE PINK COW SUIT FOR MONTHS!  I never went up to Kansas City by myself enough to get him, though! Where there was the Sebastian plushie in the pink cow suit, there was also a Ciel plushie in a blue cow suit. And I needed them in my life, but just having Sebastian for now was good enough for me, “Julian…This was so sweet. Thank you.”

 “I couldn’t decide whether to get Sebastian or Ciel,” he thought.

 “They had Ciel, too?” I gasped.

 “Yeah.”

 “You did good, though,” I approved, “He’s precious.  I love you.”

 “I love you, too,” Julian grabbed over the arm of the couch again, putting another bag in my lap, “That’s why I got Ciel, too.”

 “Julian!” I squealed again, pulling little cow Ciel out, “You didn’t have to do this.”

 “I wanted to,” he fought, “You weren’t feeling good and I wanted to make you feel better.  I figured why not use your OTP to my advantage?”

 “You know,” I hid a smile, “It’s cute that you think Sebaciel is my OTP.”

 “They’re not?” Julian gave me a look, “Bullshit.  Then again, you have seven different OTPs, I’m sure.”

 “I have one OTP per franchise,” I clarified, “Unless we’re talking Fullmetal.  Don’t even get me started.”

 “Who’s your overall OTP?” he asked, “If you had to pick one.”

 “How to give an otaku an anxiety attack,” I teased, “That’s like telling me to pick my favorite child!”

 “But…?”

 “But,” I cuddled into his ribs, “I do have one.  My number one OTP…”

 “Which is…?”

 “Isn’t it obvious?” I kissed his cheek, “Us.”

“Oh,” Julian awed, “That was cheesy…”

 “I know.”

 “But,” he held me a little closer, “I loved it.  And you. And I really can’t wait until May.”

 “Me either,” I beamed with visions of cosplayers and panels dancing in my head, “So, how did you manage today?”

 “What do you mean?”

 “It’s Wednesday,” I pointed out, “Book club came in.”

 “Oh yeah,” he remembered with a hint of an eye roll, “They asked about Sebastian.  Broke their hearts to hear what happened.”

 “What happened?” I asked.

 “He skipped town,” Julian spun the tale, “Apparently, he found out he had a kid in England somewhere.”

 “Does he now?” I giggled, “Was that on the spot?”

 “Yes, it was,” he took a little pride in his work, “Not bad, right?”

 “I’d give that fic a read,” I critiqued, “Maybe the first chapter or two.  After that, I’d lose interest.  The plot would be too farfetched and nothing adds up.  Three stars.”

 “Three whole stars?” Julian gasped overdramatically, “I’m so honored.  That’s coming from someone with your internet star power.  I’m sure you get the senpai comments, too.”

 “I do,” I nodded, “Senpai, Mom…Mommy.”

 “Oh, you poor baby,” he cradled me, “Speaking of comments, have you looked at the ones for the Death Note set yet?”

 “I figured we could read them together,” I insisted, “You got your phone?”

 “I do,” Julian pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up his website, “Let’s see. BrilliantRoseCosplay sends one. Misa Amane is the top of the list for the most annoying anime character ever, but she makes for some really hot cosplayers.  Welcome back, Julian!  Keep your Misa coming.”

 “That’s sweet,” I awed, “Read another one.”

 “Ok,” he scrolled, “NicoNicoChan45 says this.  A question. Is your Misa the same as your Ciel? They both look like they have similar body shapes, but the face looks so different.”

 “Do we say something?” I asked.

 “Of course we do,” Julian pulled up a text box, “Without them, there is no us.  If they’re going to take the time out to talk to us, the least we can do is talk to them.”

 “You sound like me,” I chuckled a bit to myself, “I’m the same way with my comments, too.”

 “What do we say?”

 “Tell them,” I thought it over, “Yes.  Your Ciel and Misa are one in the same.  And they’ll be seeing a lot more of her.”

 “Alright,” Julian typed out his response, “Who are we doing this weekend?”

 “I’d love to do all of Team Mustang,” I picked, “But we don’t have enough people.  We already have Mustang and Hawkeye.  We need Breda, Falman, Havoc, Armstrong, Hughes, and Fuery. And Black Hayate, if we can find a dog that looks enough like him.”

 “You’d want to add in Hughes, too?” he got a little choked up.

 “Of course,” I followed his lead, “No matter what, Hughes will always be a part of Team Mustang.”

 “You know what?” Julian smiled, “I think I can make a few phone calls and make Team Mustang happen.”

 “Are you serious?” I squeaked.

 “Completely,” he nodded, “Hold on.  I’ll be right back.”

 “Ok,” I let him up and reassumed my position on the couch.  I couldn’t believe it.  To think I used to only cosplay in my bedroom.  Now, I’m online and I’m about to participate in a group cosplay!  Hell, I did a couple last weekend!  I was a part of a well-known cosplayers website. We were partners!  Even better, we were us.

 Things really were going to get better.  I’m well overdue for a win.  I had enough points in my karma bank, I think.  Dealing with Griffin and bitchy soccer moms with screaming children, a dipshit stoner and unsupportive parents, I’m sure someone up there had something for me. Something good had to be coming.  

 “So, good news!” Julian came back, “We have Breda and Havoc.  Our Fuery is going to have to call me back.  I can’t get a hold of our Hughes or our Falman.  Unfortunately, our Armstrong is on his honeymoon right now. But it looks like things are going our way.”

 “You know,” I laid my head on his shoulder, “I have an idea for a Royai crack fic that involves all of Team Mustang.”

 “Oh?” he chimed, “Care to share with the class?”

 “Basically,” I explained, “It’s a day at the office.  Breda, Falman, Fuery, and Havoc have a pool going, wondering when the colonel’s going to wise up and confess how nuts he is for Hawkeye.  They all do little things around the office, trying to win the pool while sabotaging the others.  The winner gets to be best man at their wedding.”

 “Nicely done,” Julian applauded, “When did you come up with that?”

 “Just now,” I smirked, “You’re not the only one that can come up with ideas on the spot.”

 “That’s not fair,” he pouted, “You do this regularly.  Speaking of things of the fan fiction nature, did you get any done today?”

 “Fuck off,” I retaliated, “I was sick all day.”

 “You had all this time to yourself,” Julian got judgmental, “What did you do all day?”

 “Watched anime,” I mumbled.

 “I’m sorry,” he nudged me, “I didn’t hear you.  What was that?”

 “I binged Fruits Basket!” I yelled at him, “I forgot how good of an anime that was!  And I enjoyed every goddamn minute of it!  I almost finished before you got home!”

 “Then, why aren’t we finishing it?” he yelled back.

 “Wait,” I stopped, “What?”

 “Yeah,” Julian wrapped his arms around me, “What episode are you on?”

 “The last four,” I cuddled into him, “Where did that come from?”

 “I like fucking with you,” he smiled, “It’s fun.  You get all angry and puffy and it’s adorable.  You’re like a Chihuahua with a size complex.”

 “Julian,” I growled, “You’re so lucky I love you.”

 “Or what?” he kissed my cheek, “You wouldn’t do anything.”

 “I could delete our pictures from your phone.”

 “They’re already posted.”

 “Dammit,” I thought a little harder.  And a lot dirtier, “I could set Miku on fire.”

 “You wouldn’t set Miku-chan on fire,” Julian figured, “You know better.”

 “Do I?” I glared, “She gets the honor and privilege of cuddling my senpai every night.  I’d go all yandere on her ass.”

 All of a sudden, he got nervous, “You wouldn’t.”

 “I would,” I stood my ground.

 “Then, what’s to stop me from doing the same with Sebastian?” he fought back.

 “He can be replaced,” I cringed internally.  I love you, Sebastian.  I don’t want anything to happen to you.

 “What about Rin?” Julian pointed out, “Or Mustang?  I don’t think you have any other dirty body pillowcases.”

 “That you know of,” I stuck my tongue out at him, “I have one that’s been on back order for the past few months that’s supposed to be coming in soon.”

 “Who is it?” he wondered.

 “No,” I cut him off, “I’m not telling you.”

 “It’s Noiz.”

 “Nope.” It might be Noiz…

 Julian thought some more, “Gray Fullbuster?”

 “I’m not telling you, Julian.”

 “No,” he mulled it over, “You’d be more of a Gajeel Redfox kind of girl.  Can’t blame you.  I’ve thought about what his massive arms would be like to lay in.  Don’t get me wrong.  Gray would be nice, too, but you’re small.  Gajeel is huge in comparison.  You’d feel like a baby with him.”

 “Still not telling you.” Damn, he had me pegged.  I was a sucker for a good pairing with a major size differentiation.

 “Am I even in the right series?” Julian asked, “Is it someone from Fairy Tail?”

 “Nope.” It’s someone from Dramatical Murder and you already guessed him.  I turned on the next episode of Fruits Basket, “Now, I love you, but shut the fuck up.”

 “What’s this one?” he settled down.

 “Ritsu Sohma,” I beamed. I loved Ritsu.  Ritsu was a spazz and when Tohru first met Ritsu, she thought Ritsu seemed like such a nice girl…only to find out that Ritsu was a crossdresser.  I loved him, though.  An absolute mess on legs.  His curse was the monkey.  Accurate.

 And so, we began our evening together, curled up on the couch, watching the anime that got me back into this mess.  I could’ve been more conventionally normal if I wouldn’t have turned on Fruits Basket. But honestly, I’m perfectly content with where my otaku life has gotten me.  I’d be a part of a group cosplay by the weekend.  I had my equally awesome otaku boyfriend.  I couldn’t complain.

 Gladys was right.  To hell with what other people thing.  I was in a good place.  In fact, I was in a great place!  Sure, I don’t have a job, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find another. One where I’m appreciated and my boss isn’t a sexist pig.  Sure, I’m socially withdrawn, but that doesn’t mean I’m lonely.  I had Julian and Veronica and Paul, to a certain extent. Because of my budding social life, I sent my mother a text, telling her I was crashing with Julian tonight. We’re working on a big project together.

 Which wasn’t completely a lie.  We were. I had a crack fic to write and maybe we’ll make it come to life together.  I for one, thought that was a beautiful thing.  I felt my phone buzz on my thigh with a quick text back from my mother.

 Pulling an all-nighter?

 I rolled my eyes at her ignorance.

 Yes.  I’ll be home after work tomorrow.

 “What was that all about?” Julian wondered as I threw my phone on his coffee table.

 “Giving my mother some peace of mind,” I told him, getting comfortable, “It is cool if I crash here tonight, right?”

 “As long as you don’t try setting Miku on fire,” he stipulated.

 “I won’t.”

 “Then it’s fine,” he allowed, “About time, if you ask me.”

 “You’ve stayed with me twice,” I reminded him, “I still have one time on you.”

 “God, I can’t wait for Saturday night,” Julian looked down at me, “You have no idea.”

 “Not the first time I’m clueless on a Saturday night,” I shrugged, “And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

 “This Saturday is special, though,” he cuddled me, “It’s very special.  The one day we can’t forget.”

 “The day we proved we can’t turn back,” I sighed, “The day we have to keep moving forward.  Maybe on Saturday, I should burn the café down.”

 “That’s preemptive arson,” Julian stopped me, “I don’t want to be an accessory.”

 “I’m not burning the café down,” I promised, “I wouldn’t be that stupid.  We have con season coming up and we have to cross state lines. Can’t do that if I’m in jail.”

 “That’s my girl,” he kissed me, “Keep your thoughts of arson to yourself, salamander.”

 “You calling me a pyro?” I pouted, “Because that’s your job.”

 “What?” Julian scoffed, “You think it says Flame Alchemist on my business cards?”

 “You have business cards?” I wondered.

 “Yes, I do,” he confirmed, “When I’m doing cons and shit?  Oh, hell yeah!  I have people asking for serious commissions every now and then, so I’ll give them my business card and we’ll keep in touch.”

 “Does it say Flame Alchemist on it, though?”

 “Maybe…”

 “You’re such a nerd,” I laid my head in his ribs.

 “I know,” Julian played with my hair, “Don’t judge me.”

 “No judgment from me,” I promised.

 “I’m a whole lot worse than my otakuhood, you know,” he admitted, “Sci-fi.  Fantasy.  My favorite book as a kid was the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings series.”

 “You are a nerd,” I teased, “In all sense of the word.”

 “Right down to the superhero underpants,” he assured.

 “You’re not wearing superhero underpants,” I groaned into his side.

 “You want to put money on that?” Julian pulled up the top of his boxers.  That may or may not have Captain America on them, “Told you.”

 “That’s nice, sweetie,” I patted his shoulder, drifting off a little.

 “Are you getting tired on me, baby?” he asked, running his fingers down my back.

 “A little,” I suppressed a yawn, “Why?”

 “If you’re getting tired,” Julian brushed my hair out of my face, “We’ll go to bed.  My doorways are pretty narrow, so if I’d have to carry you to bed again, I’d end up hitting your head on the wall.”

 “I’ve been fighting a headache all day,” I whined, “If I could not hit my head, that’d be great.”

 “Come,” he pulled me onto my feet, “Let’s go to bed.”

 “Ok,” I was ready to clock out.  I didn’t want to.  I wanted to stay up with Julian a little while longer, but I guess I couldn’t complain. We were about to sleep together and he was kind enough to take Miku off his bed for me.

 “Hey, Mimi,” Julian peeled his shirt off, “Do you want this before I throw it in the washer?”

 “Are you really offering me your t-shirt?” I started feeling heat in my face.

 “Yeah,” he shrugged, “Why not?”

 “I’ll take it,” I threw Julian’s t-shirt on and dropped my dress around my legs, crawling in bed with him. His body felt so warm under mine. And right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

 “Good night, baby,” Julian kissed my cheek.

 “Good night.”

#Sorry for Being a Closet Otaku #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2016