#also wait jesus this is long just scrolled up it eh

[warlenys]

it’s about wilson choosing to potentially ruin his life over just choosing house. he’d rather risk everything trying to be normal than just accept that he’s not. and through that he insults house, reiterating as he always does that house isn’t normal house isn’t good house isn’t what wilson should be striving for house isn’t even what wilson should be Settling for. he says it again with “i should’ve spent my life being more like you” “you’d still have cancer” “yeah but at least i’d feel like i deserved it!”. even when he admits an openness to being like house, even when he’s saying he wishes he were like him, he’s still judging him by that completely conditioned moral compass he has to live upon. and that hurts house because it makes him feel like wilson’s blind to his kindness, which is not only something house wants so desperately to be but is something he actually manages to be with wilson. but he’s still evil in wilson’s repressed mind. and the worst fucking thing about this scene is that wilson’s admitting that a child is exactly like house. a child is a needy truculent narcissist. traits he forgives a child for because they’re Supposed to have them. but house isn’t. so it’s not even that wilson hates house for being awful he just hates him for being. house. for not being a wife and not being a child. and there’s nothing house can do to break through that sense of normalcy that wilson’s crafted goals are all completely based upon. even when he’s exactly like the child wilson wants he still isn’t it. even when he’s exactly like the girlfriend wilson has, he still isn’t her. wilson would rather ruin his life And a child’s life trying to be normal than just accept that he loves house. he’d rather hate himself than love house. and then. when the cancer comes. and he needs to die clean and pretty. he’d rather kill himself than struggle to change for house. he’d rather die normal than live queer. and Then you have the whole. he wants to be tied to a child because it takes away from him that choice to leave that he would otherwise always take. he can’t divorce the boring normal life this time. it’s almost like how house wants to wait for the burning building to kill him instead of making the decision to live. because neither of them want to suffer and choosing each other will always be suffering. wilson will always hate that he’s not normal and house will always be in pain. wilson will always have to give up his ideal normal life for house and house will always have to give up his pills his job his friends his life for wilson. and being together doesn’t negate that suffering, they just have to accept that it’s the best option. because it’s what they truly deep down want. it’s the only thing that can make them even close to happy. they work together: wilson regrets the child, and house takes that pain away; but also they Don’t, because wilson still hates him for it. and even if it’s forgiven eventually, that reaction that he can’t change lingers in house i think. house will always have to deal with being hurt by wilson’s conservatism. wilson will always have to deal with being in love with an evil man. but also. they love each other. so it doesn’t matter. But. also. it Does.

[haravath0t]

A Christmas Wish - Day 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Filipino!Reader

Warnings: fluff, an immense word count, a talk with the mom??

Hello, everyone! Finally, we have Day 1 of A Christmas Wish! I’m so happy I found a way to extend the Christmas Spirit well into the year through this request! We are uncovering a huge tradition that means a lot to me and my family as Filipinos! Many of the Filipino community are Christian/Catholic, so this particular tradition will be based on the Christian Christmas tradition for the sake of the plot and its personal meaning! I hope this is something that can be understood between author to reader! I promise, the religious aspect of this particular tradition will not be as emphasized as other parts of the culture that I will introduce! Happy readings my lovelies, and to all my Filipino readers, pasensya kung mali ng English translation ko. Ang hirap naman talaga mg translate eh 😅😅😅 huhuuuu

(italics indicate flashbacks! english translations are provided and the pictures of the foods are attached in the bottom!) 

You opened your eyes excitedly, a big smile forming on your face as you remembered a particular memory from yesterday that really made you so happy: 

You, Steve, and your family had finished putting your luggage in the trunk of the van, squeezing themselves in either of the two vans. The driver was now hours in on the road, the chaos had died down as your cousins who decided to join yours and Steve’s van were asleep. The city was long gone, as the buildings had now become hills and green fields, passing by small little towns and provinces. The once crowded and traffic highways turned into a wide empty road. 

Contrary to your cousins who fell back asleep, you were wide awake, not only from the jet lag, but also from your excitement. You were sitting in the middle of the back row of the van, earphones plugged in your ears, listening to the familiar tracks of OPM (Original Pinoy Music) and 70s/80s hits that you were familiar with from your karaoke nights with your parents. Steve was seated on the window (something you recommended him to do), looking as the green grass and hills passed by. Steve couldn’t help but smile, this was something that was so new to him, but it was something you saw as a reminder that you were actually back with your family, back in your roots, back home. It was simple. That’s what he liked most. 

“What do you think so far? We’re still a bit far from the hotel and their house, but we’re about more than halfway home,” you ask softly. Steve’s eyes left the window as he instead looks at your lovely sparkling eyes. He couldn’t help the smile that forms on his face as he easily recognizes the excitement on your face. “I already love it, doll. I really do. I can’t wait to have you and your family show us around.” He says softly yet with sincerity. You smiled excitedly and took an earbud out of your ear, kissing his cheek before you put the earbud in his ear, making him laugh. “Y/N, doll, what are you doing?” He asks softly as his eyebrows furrow. You giggle as you scroll through your list of songs that you had downloaded on your phone. “Oh, I figured… well.. If you want, we can listen to this playlist? We can try napping?” You offer, the excited smile turning in a shy one, tints of pink being apparent on your cheeks. Steve’s smile only grew as he kissed your forehead. “Yeah, I’d love that, sugar. What’s the type of music in this one?” He asks softly, securing the earbud into his ear further. “It has some Filipino music and some 70s and 80s songs that my parents love… I listened to them all the time growing up,” you reply with a smile, choosing the song “I Think I’m Falling in Love” by The Boyfriends, smiling as the familiar opening notes are being played into yours and Steve’s ear. Steve’s eyebrows raise in surprise when the music plays but smiles as he lets the tune settle into his ears. Steve subconsciously wraps his arm protectively around your body, “C’mon honey, get comfy, yeah?” You did not think twice as you lean against him, resting your head against the crook of his neck, a big smile on your face reappearing as his familiar scent fills your nostrils. A deep chuckle is felt underneath your body. “Feelin’ better?” He asks softly, resting his cheek against your head. “Mhm, much better.” You sigh happily, closing your eyes as you feel his fingers comb your hair. You smile as you drift off to sleep, hearing the lyrics “I think I’m falling in love, something’s telling me so”.

“You do realize wherever you’re goin’ I’m goin’ right?” He asks with a smile, as he swallows a piece of pandesal. “This is so good by the way,” he adds before you speak up. “I know, but this thing takes place at 4 AM in the Cathedral, Steve! That’s early! “Okay, but we go to different time zones for missions, sweetheart. This is not new, we’ll be fine, you know me,” he responds, chuckling, “besides, we can sleep in after everything.” “Fair point,” you giggle, finishing your milk and throwing the plastic cup away. You kiss Steve’s head and hug him from behind. “Well… I can’t thank you enough, honey. You are doing so much already. Thank you. My family likes you already, I’m sure” A comforting hand rubs your forearm up and down before a soft pair of lips meets the back of your hand. “I’d be very happy if your family does. Their opinion of us matters to me too.” “How’d you even know about us going to mass today?” “Your Tita Joy mentioned it actually last night over dinner, asked if we both were going to Simbang...Simbang Gabi?” Your heart leapt at the sound of Steve saying something in Tagalog, a giggle erupting from your lips. “Goodness, Steve, you’re so adorable. Come on, we gotta get ready if we’re going to the Cathedral by jeepney.” You say, kissing his head before you get your clothes from your suitcase to head to the bathroom. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, playfully saluting you before he follows suit. 

Steve was quite happy he tagged along with you, for the town was wonderfully decorated with parols (Christmas lanterns) and a nativity scene in front of the Cathedral. Not only that, he loved seeing you focused throughout the service, watching as you were alongside your family and practicing your tradition. It was truly something beautiful to see in his eyes. 

Now, you and your family and Steve were outside of the Cathedral alongside other churchgoers, the town now starting to busy itself as the dawn arrives. There were now many food stalls outside, serving coffee and tea as well as wonderful foods to pair with the Christmas season. These included, bibingka, puto (rice cakes), suman, pandesal, and so much more. “Teka lang, Nanay, kukuha ako lang pagkain para sa atin lahat,” (hold on, mom, I’m just going to get some food for all of us) you say to your mom, her nodding in response. “Oh sige, anak. Sama mo ng Tatay mo! May pera s’ya!” (Alright, take your father with you! He has money!) She responds as you disappear in the crowd to get your guys’ share of good food. Steve only smiles at the interaction, watching as you go ahead with your father to one of the food stalls. “She’s like a kid, isn’t she?” Your mom says to Steve causing him to jump a little and only nod in response. “Yes, ma’am.” She playfully groans and waves her hand to him dismissively. “Oh, please you’re gonna call me ma’am? No, Tita will do for now,” She chuckles, making Steve relax in relief, not realizing his body had been tense. “Oh, Okay Tita.” She smiles and gives Steve a thumbs up and a nod of approval, which makes Steve smile. “You know, Steve, this whole Simbang Gabi thing is something she always has done since she was a girl. She loved it very much.” Steve smiles at this, imagining a younger you holding your parents’ hands as you make your way in the church. “It makes sense why she was up earlier than me during the Christmas season. I always wake up for a morning jog. I normally hear or see her out and about back home.” Your mom only chuckles, watching you and your father order some bibingka first. 

“Did she tell you what her motivation was as a kid?” She asks, seeing Steve shake his head. “No, I haven’t.” “Ahh, well, there’s this funny folk belief here, you see. If you attend all 9 masses, then you can make a wish and your wish will come true if that’s what God wills it to be.” Your mother explains, smiling when Steve has an “aha” moment and nods in understanding. “I think that’s beautiful,” he says, hands fumbling within the pockets of his jeans, eyes making contact with yours. He smiles even more when you show your beautiful smile before you go back to ordering from the stalls. “You really love my daughter, don’t you Steven?” She asls, looking up at the taller man. “With all of my heart, Tita,” he responds firmly and surely, which eases your mom. 

“That’s good to hear. I love the certainty. She deserves that much you know. She’s been through a lot. And… I can see the way you two look at each other. It makes me happy,” She says, sighing in content. “We’re glad to be able to have you celebrate with us. Goodness, I cannot even thank you enough for letting us fly over with you two.” “It’s not a problem, Tita,” He starts. “Family is important to Y/N, and I hope you know that she talks about you guys constantly. I can’t blame her, you all are very kind and lovely to me. It’s been a wish for her to come here for the holidays.” “Her wish, huh?” Your mom smiles. “Yes, Tita.” “What about you? You’re joining us in these, so do you have a wish?” Your mother presses on, burning through Steve’s eyes with her eye contact. Steve however, was blushing for different reasons. “I do, Tita. It’s ambitious, so let’s see.” “Well don’t be shy, tell me!” Your mom squeals excitedly, motioning to Steve to whisper it into her ear. And so he does, your mom is smiling bigger and bigger and bigger as she hears. 

“Oh, susmaryosep! (Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!) That’s a nice wish, very ambitious, I like it! I’m sure it will come true. I’m sure.” Your mom exclaims clapping her hands together in pure excitement.  “You...you think so?” Steve asks shyly, seeking for reassurance. “It’s a tough one, Tita. I’m sure you’ve heard the expression “a man out of time” being used on me. It’s a very tough thing to do, you know, to adjust to current events and current society.” He comments, scratching the back of his head. “And you are doing good, Steve. You’re an honest hardworking guy. I promise. I think when the time is right, you’ll get what you wish for.” “Well let’s see, Tita, let’s see.”

FOODS MENTIONED BELOW!!!

Pandesal (bread rolls)

Puto (rice cakes) 

Bibingka

Suman

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[apollo-writes-random-shit]

“Damn, damn, damn, double damn!”

Fun fact: This was originally going to be angsty but I decided to save that idea for later. So have some worried Jack who’s stressing about a ‘first date’ with Davey.

I added one of my favourite ideas about a reincarnation au for like a paragraph lol.

Oh yeah before I forget. #LetCrutchieSayFuck

Crutchie grinned as he watched Jack toss around clothes. 

"Damn, damn, daMN, DOUBLE DAMN IT!"

He chuckled, watching his brother rush around. "Someone's nervous." 

Jack jumped, spinning around, clutching a shirt in his hand, pants in the other. "No shit I'm nervous! I've actually got a date with David!" 

"David? Damn you really are nervous." He laughed, shaking his head before entering the room. Despite his teasing, he was willing to help out his older brother considering the other looked five seconds away from breaking down. "Alright...I'll help you pick out ya clothes. Just relax okay? You'll do fine you moron."

"I don't want to stuff up! What if I do something stupid and scare him off?"

"Jack...He's dealt with your bullshit this long and it just so happens he's taking you on a date so fucking chill." Mockingly, he pat his cheek. "I see you need my help. So where are you two even going?"

"The library..."

"Heh, a nerdy date huh?" Crutchie paused as he looked between pants. "Hang on...This is a date right? Not just studying or working on a project?"

"Umm.."

"Jackson Kelly-Larkin you fucking moron. You're stressing over going to the library to study and you're acting like it's a date?"

"H-Hey! Normally, it's a group thing and he invited me and me alone! He was blushing when he asked Charlie!"

"What if he was worried about coming off strange?" Crutchie smirked, knowing full well that Davey had asked his brother on a date. Hell, the other had been texting him, freaking out about the fact that Jack had agreed. "Look. Just act normal you moron. You'll do fine. So take deep breaths. Everything will be fine. I promise." 

"But-"

"No buts Jack! Everything will be perfectly okay so just chill out." He slapped him over the back of the head before going back to sorting through the massive pile of clothes, putting the paint-stained ones aside. "Right. Go grab your shoes."

"Which ones?"

"Just grab whatever ones you feel like wearing. As long as it's not covered in paint considering you get that everywhere."

Without protesting, Jack left to grab his shoes, knowing better than to argue with the blond. 

As he waited, Crutchie scrolled through his phone, chuckling at the latest message. 

Davey's freaking out. How's your moron doing?

Being a fucking moron and throwing clothes around. I sent him to grab his shoes so I can help better.

Davey legit pulled out a formal top earlier. They're just going to the damn library, not some fucking restaurant. 

What, like you and Kath?

Oh, fuck off Charlie.

Whatever you say, Sarah.

"Who ya texting?" 

"Hmm? Oh, just saw Race did something stupid over in Brooklyn."

"Again? How the fuck does Spot put up with him?"

"Who knows." With a grin, he tucked his phone away before he went back to matching pants to shirts, glad to see that Jack at least was calming down. He had honestly never seen him so nervous for a date and that just confirmed in his mind that Davey was special to Jack. That and he had been putting up with Jack annoying him for a while and somehow hadn't lost his mind. 

"What do I do Crutch? He's fucking amazing and I don't want to stuff this up...He's different from everyone else and I mean it this time. I'm actually scared...I don't wanna scare him away but freaking him out..."

"For once, shut up. You won't scare him off. After you two are done at the library, see if he wants to grab a coffee or some shit. Just act normal for god's sake."

"Don't use the lord's name in vain you gremlin!"

"Since when were you the good religious boy of the family? That's meant to be Race."

"Please. That asshole isn't anywhere near being a good Christan boy." Jack snorted, shaking his head as he remembered each time Race didn't follow the bible. He knew that didn't make him any less Christan though. He just enjoyed teasing him but always made sure not to push too far, seeing how it was one of his fondest memories involving his birth parents. "It's like he looked at the bible and said Fuck you. I'm gonna do everything you tell me not to. 'm surprised that cross o' his hasn't burst into flames."

The two looked up at the sound of giggling, shaking their heads at the sight of their younger twin brothers, staring in. 

"Jackie's got a date!"

"Jack's wants to kiss Davey!" 

"He's gonna get cooties!" 

"Yeah and he'll give them to you two if you don't leave!" Crutchie waved his hands towards them, watching as Mike and Ike just giggled and rushed off to do gods knows what. 

Jack sighed as they left, shaking his head with a soft smile. "They'se dorks." He couldn't help but wonder how long the two had been watching him worry about what to wear.

"Yeah, and they get that from you and Race. Out of the three of us, I'm the most mature one. Once again, the middle child is the best child." 

"Aw shut up." He tossed a pillow at Crutchie, grinning as the other boy laughed and leaned to the side to dodge it.

"You love me. Now put these on." He tossed a shirt and pants at Jack before leaving the room. Jack shook his head, getting changed while listening to the familiar light sound of his brother's crutches tapping the floor as he went to go check on their twin brothers in hopes they weren't making a mess. 

Quickly getting changed, he nodded to himself, inspecting every small inch. Once again, Crutchie had pulled through and found an outfit that worked for a date yet seemed causal enough that no one would suspect he had been panicking. Sure, there were some small dots of paint on his jeans but it was basically his brand at this point so it wasn't really a surprise. Taking a few minutes to debate with himself, he quickly scooped up his cap, smiling softly as he looked at it.  While some people looked through thrift shops and found caps like his, Jack's had actually been passed down through the years, each owner leaving a small mark. One of them was a carefully stitched name of Jack Kelly. He didn't really know much about that Jack considering they lived hundreds of years apart but he still felt a connection with him.

All he really knew was what had been printed in the papers. He chuckled softly, putting it on. Specs liked to speak of reincarnation, saying he had felt a natural connection to them all and the picture of the newsies on strike just solidified that thought considering all their names were listed in on the front page. Jack couldn't lie...He felt a connection to them all as well but he didn't want to say it out loud for the fear of sounding cheesy, though he suspected some of them knew. 

"Thinkin' bout the past are we?" 

Jack blinked, looking over at the reappearance of his brother. "Eh, not really. Just wondering if it goes with the outfit...Like a good luck charm you know?"

"Mmmm sure." Grinning, Crutchie shook his head. "I thought you'd want to wear it so I made sure it matches." 

"You know me too well Charlie..."

"I also know if you keep staring at yourself in the mirror and freaking yourself out, you'll be late so you better hurry up." 

Panicking, Jack checked his phone before swearing. "Fuck you're right. You're fine with watching the kids right?"

"Jack, it's going to be fine. Unlike you, the twins and Smalls actually listen to me most of the time. So, don't worry about us okay? Just go have fun. Everything will be fine."

Brushing off the teasing insult, Jack rushed off after giving his brother a quick hug, shouting a goodbye over his shoulder, only to bolt back inside to grab his car keys, quickly running back outside, ignoring Crutchie's laughter. 

Taking deep breaths, he drove himself to the library, doing his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. "It's no big deal...We're just studying and I'll see if he wants coffee or something later. It's just studying...That's it...Sweet Jesus give me strength." 

Time passed by too quickly and he soon found himself parked next to a familiar car. Adjusting his cap, he slipped out of his car, heading inside, praying to everything out there that he'd get a boyfriend by the end of the day. 

[rvmmm21]

. you know who i am? .

k, so i didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand. also, my first time writing in present tense? idk how to feel about it, but i guess it’s different. it felt so different writing for like actual humans lol. my first ‘normal’ fic, this is!

please for the sake of this making sense can we all pretend jennie, joy and irene are around the same age? also look who had fun with brand names. moi.

anyways this is [badgirl/bully!joohyun ‘persuading’ clumsy freshman!seungwan to be her assignment buddy] 

...

University culture is grating.

It’s overwhelming and it suffocates her. She has no time to prepare herself for the apparent runway the halls have become, what with the stupid-rich kids treating every day like it’s a fashion show; Seungwan can barely blink from one person to the next without being smacked across the face with fur coats from Chanel, Louis Vuitton sunglasses hidden under Prada nylon bucket hats and Off-White tracksuits tucked into Balenciaga socks. She hadn’t considered a future in law enforcement, but had she done so, anyone who tucked their trousers into their socks mid-calf would find themselves behind bars with the rest of the criminal scum. End of.

Just as she dusts her hands of that smug little sentiment, Seungwan finds herself with a face full of hair, and an even bigger nose full of what smells like laundry detergent. She lets out an embarrassing squeal, and the girl turns round to face her. A ghost of a scowl brushes across her face before she fixes her with an indiscernible gaze.

That scowl is an awful colour on a face as pretty as yours, she impulsively thinks.

Seungwan knows no more about the history of art and the intricacies of sculpture than the average Joe, but she’s sure Michelangelo missed the mark with David. She inwardly laughs at the thought of the man dedicating his entire being to crafting his flimsy idea of ‘perfection’ when she’d just bumped into it; the real thing. Of course, if that was defined by forming new constellations from faded freckles on flawless skin, or vantablack tresses framing sharp features like a painting, then yes; she was, by very definition, ‘the perfect (wo)man’. Easily outdoing anyone within a 50-metre radius.

Heck, make that 500.

The girl glares intimidation and Seungwan manages to save herself the humiliation of drooling in front of the white-hot beauty and her friends with a quick gulp, already feeling crimson seeping into her cheeks.

Perfect; now that she’s watched whatever new potential friendship this was blow up in her face, all she has to do is avoid her at all costs from here on out.

She mouths a haphazard apology and zooms past before anything can come of it, keeping her head down even after she’s well out of sight. Seulgi, Seulgi, Seulgi, save me, she brisk walks and begs all the way to class.

~~~~~~~~~~

A small commotion rings through the lecture hall of keyboard clicks and lethargic shuffles, calling to attention the girl who’s just spilt her drink down her front, now frantically digging around in her backpack for anything she can use to soak it up. A few jeering giggles are stifled, meanwhile students close by donate tissues and sympathetic looks. They are gratefully accepted with rapid-fire bows and machine-gun stuttered apologies.

“That freshman’s just ruined her rep, huh?” Jennie chuckles, “blindly walking into people… can’t even keep liquid in the cup. Give her a dog collar and a sign and she’s good to go.”

“Eh, I thought it was cute.”

Jennie’s retort comes quick.

“Sooyoung, you think anything in a skirt is cute.”

“What,” the girl says, ignoring the implication, “Haetnimie doesn’t wear skirts. And she’s not even wearing one right now. Plus, I didn’t say ‘she’s cute’, I said ‘it’s cute’. Learn the difference, idiot… it’s not like I wanna have at her or anything…”

Jennie shoots her an incredulous look and Sooyoung relents the banter. They both turn their attention to the girl sitting next to them, completely un-present in the moment. Sooyoung notices who she’s looking at and leans in to nudge her.

“Joohyun,” she whispers, poking her in the ribs when it’s obvious their friend is well on her way to signing a contract with NASA with how apparently well accustomed to space she is, “what do you think of her? Or are you still mad she walked into you?”

“Nah, forget it,” Jennie waves her off before she’s even had a chance to respond, “she’s not interested. I had to literally pay her money to go on a stupid double date with me in high school. I washed five cars for her to not even hold his hand once during the movie.”

Instead of participating, Joohyun sighs, casting the girl in question a seemingly uninterested stare. Unbothered eyes take in the sight she’s presented with: frustrated brows knitted together under a wispy caramel fringe and a blot of taro milk tea the size of Canada staining her baby blue jumper.

“I want her.”

The words are so simple her friends almost miss them entirely.

Sooyoung and Jennie battle for first place in an impromptu competition of ‘who’s-the-most-shocked’.

“You’re joking! Yah, you’re so annoying seriously, now?! You couldn’t have ‘wanted’ Min-seok in year nine?! I paid good, hard cash for that stupid boy!”

Joohyun looks at her, smug as a cat.

“I did it for you, Jennie. I didn’t even remember his name was Min-ho.”

“Min-seok.”

“Yeah, right.”

Sooyoung, wide-eyed and on the verge of passing out, grabs Joohyun by the shoulders, ignoring the glare she receives for it. “Joohyun, seriously? You’re serious. You want her like want her? Or want her like you wanted that cookbook after that trial week of Food Tech during summer break?”

Joohyun regards her, absolutely blasé. “I don’t follow recipes.”

“Exactly. Are you play-”

Sooyoung’s statement dies down with the rest of the class as the lecturer walks in. Furious clicking, hurricane scribbles and flipping pages are all that remain as the lesson kicks off, Jennie and Sooyoung casually scrolling through Instagram while the professor speaks. Joohyun leans forward, elbows on desk and chin resting on interlocked fingers. Her full attention is on the poor girl on the other side of the hall, intermittently peeling the cold, damp fabric away from her body, face flushed and avoiding all eye contact. Joohyun snickers at how uncomfortable it must be to have to sit through class in a wet jumper, how awkward and squeamish she looks.

Strawberry-tinted lips curl into the faintest smirk.

Hello cutie.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Yah! Kang Seul-Gi!” Seungwan calls out to chocolate-swirly space buns and baggy gym clothes hurtling towards her from across campus grounds, “where the heck were you?!”

“Sorry sorry! Overslept!”

“What!? Your class starts at noon! … and this is like… day 1!”

The girl looks like she’s barely had the chance to screw her head on the right way as she joins Seungwan on the steps of the university entrance.

Seungwan’s sweating buckets; physically and metaphorically, both from the waves of humidity and her all-exclusive one-idiot circus show this morning in class. That little muck up makes it to the tippy top of the endless list of embarrassing things Seungwan has stored in her long-term memory.

“You okay?”

Seungwan palms rosy cheeks as she takes another mouthful of her rainbow sherbet cone.

“You wouldn’t believe what happened to me.”

Seulgi chortles as her best friend recounts her ordeal, trying to subdue the sea of smart alec remarks bubbling under her skin.

“So that was great, too. And now I’m a laughing stock. A meme. They’re probably editing my stupid face as I speak…”

Seulgi reverts back to the first incident. Of course she would.

“Sooo… not like in the dramas then?”

Seungwan hangs her head, “not at all… she looked like she wanted to kill me.”

Seulgi lets out a snort before prodding her with more curious questions. The cogs in Seungwan’s brain churn and stutter as she tries to filter as many redundant adjectives as possible, only using ones she deems absolutely necessary to describe the most beautifully terrifying girl she’s ever seen.

Just then, as if Seungwan had meant to conjure hell itself, the three girls make an appearance from round the corner, chatting amongst themselves and taking Seungwan and Seulgi by surprise. The latter glances down where steely fingers are squeezing her wrist, as if that’d activate some magical cloak of invisibility. Seungwan’s as good as swallowed her tongue, shakily motioning to the girl in the middle of the black velvet storm with her eyes and a few nose twitches.

“H-her…” she stutters, finally getting her brain into gear after they leave, “… her.”

Innocent eyes double in size at the realisation.

“Wha-wait no, her?! You bumped into… her?! Her, Bae Joohyun leader of killer senior pack Bae Joohyun?”

Seungwan’s heart only thumps faster at the panic in Seulgi’s voice, but her words still mean nothing. The other girl swipes the dangling question marks off the top of her friend’s clueless head.

“Yo Wan-ah, you have to lay low. I mean why would you even – oh geez wow you really messed up. Can’t you look where you’re – I can’t even begin to – why would you – oh my gosh!”

Seulgi’s disjointed sentences allow enlightenment to trickle in and Seungwan slaps a hand over her forehead, mortified.

Oh god no. That’s the Bae Joohyun?

She’d heard the rumours. Many, rumours. Bae Joohyun who makes her juniors cry. Bae Joohyun; precious daughter of the most elusive mafia gang leader in all of Korea. Bae Joohyun; ice queen senior, sole roost-ruler of Hanyang University and the biggest bully you’ll ever meet.

Positively preposterous, empty claims with no evidence whatsoever to back them up… she hopes.

“Pft yeah okay she’s… mean, but she’s not like… jesus or anything she can’t… like… part the Red Sea or, turn water into vodka I don’t know,” Seungwan tries and fails at consoling herself, receiving nothing but an apologetic pat on the back from the girl beside her.

“Yeah well… she’s not the messiah but everyone treats her like it. And for the sake of your own neck, you’d better start too. Watch out, Wan-ah.”

Seungwan hadn’t paid any mind to those wet-eared freshmen whom she’d overheard during orientation gossiping about Joohyun and her charming little posse; but perhaps she should have.

She gulps, too afraid to think of anything else.

~~~~~~~~~~

Seungwan often fantasizes at work. There has to be some way to pass the time, after all.

Deep down she’s a sucker for romance, she knows it far too well; she envisions herself ten years down the line, letting whoever she has on the other end of the phone know that she’ll be home soon, that work has just been extra grueling today, and that she cannot wait to give them a cuddle. She’ll stir the dinner pot while she tells them stories, pausing in between to remind her lover how beautiful they are. Perhaps one day, the honour will be hers, to see her soulmate walking down the aisle.

But as the tinkling of the doorbell rings through her café, Seungwan files those cloudy fantasies for later and greets her first customers with a smile.

She hasn’t been sleeping very well, worrying her mind with ridiculous thoughts and impossible scenarios. All involving Joohyun as a tick-tocky alligator and herself as none other than Captain ‘I’m-actually-innocent-why-are-you-still-trying-to-eat-me’ Hook.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s five minutes to closing time. Seungwan suppresses the yawn in her chest and blinks away the moisture in her eyes. Just zero to sixty, five times in your head. You got this, Seungwan. Gosh, there’s no one in the café and hardly anyone outside. She briefly contemplates closing early.

“Small iced Americano.”

“Coming r – aii!! Ai…!”

Seungwan’s adrenaline spikes so high she could serve it ice cold in a coffee cup right now. Caught completely off guard, she begins stammering nonsense behind the till, crinkling the leather of her dark brown work apron and then using the hem of her polo shirt to wring clammy palms none the drier. All the while her customer stands there, brow quirked and card held out between slender fingers. Her expression, although slightly amused, threatens her to take her money, or else.

Before she can open her mouth, a buttery voice snaps her out of her trance.

“Hello, Seung – wan… hey, don’t we have Korean Literature together?”

Seungwan tries not to spontaneously combust on the job as she instinctively slaps a hand over her name tag. It’s useless though, it is now known. Known to her, of all people. The notorious Bae Joohyun; dressed in Acne jeans and an over-sized midnight Balenciaga cardigan, she looks like any other young, caffeine-dependent university student. But Seungwan knows a lot better.

Oh god save me… what the hell is she doing here!? This has to be a set up. She’s here for me. I’m going to die tonight. Mummy, daddy I love you.

“J-J-Juh…”

She can’t say it. All the years of schooling; learning the alphabet and how to enunciate your words drain out through the holes in her ears. She gawks dumbly, moving her head in what could be considered to be a nod.

“Ah, I thought I recognised you,” she doesn’t even bother trying to sound surprised, “I’m Joohyun.”

Don’t I know.

All Seungwan can do is nod again, hating herself for even breathing right now.

Joohyun clicks her tongue and fiddles with the card in her hand, impatient, “soooo… is this Americano free, or…?”

Yes, yes it’s free, please just take it and go! I’ll upgrade it to an extra-large if you want, on me! If it means I’m spared for the rest of my student life, take it all! Jesus, how did you even find me?!

“Ah, yes. Sorry! Uh, yes that’ll be um two fif – two… two thirty.”

There’s a shaky exchange of a debit card and a forgotten peace treaty iced Americano before Seungwan takes an unconscious shuffle back from the register, eyes glued to the smudge on the toe of her right sneaker, unable to meet Joohyun’s piercing gaze for too long.

“Thank you, Seungwan.”

The way she lingers on the ‘S’ whispers shivers down the girl’s spine. She glances up at the worst possible time, too, nearly jumping out of her mismatched Muji socks when she sees Joohyun’s hibiscus-tinted lips bloom into a coy smirk.

“I’ll see you around.”

And with what a shivering Seungwan could’ve sworn was a terrible attempt at a wink, Joohyun is gone. Clutching at her chest, she tries to slow her accelerated heartrate, praying she doesn’t need heart surgery after what she’s just been through.

Seulgi’s so hearing about this.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Daebak,” Sooyoung scoffs, side-eyeing Joohyun as she twiddles her pen.

“What else did you say?” Jennie presses, taking a sip of her chai latte.

Joohyun merely hums, disclosing no further details of her little cafe incident. She misses Jennie’s disbelieving grin when the walking, talking definition of awkward bumbles into the lecture hall, just on time, armful of texts and messy cinnamon locks matted to her face.

Sooyoung can’t resist a jest. “Joohyun, look. It’s idiocy on legs.”

Joohyun bites back a snort as her eyes follow the girl stumbling and murmuring apologies all the way to her seat. She slumps into the chair with burning cheeks, brushing her hair back with her fingers and fiddling with her gingerbread fringe. Too cute, Joohyun thinks, gritting her teeth.

It happens about mid-way in the class. The mention of pair work triggers the uniform eye-roll, groan and grumble combo, more so from the seniors, who sure as hell don’t want to be paired with icky, snot-nosed first-years who can barely lift their spoons to their mouths. The grumbling evaporates when it is stated that, although compulsory, it is not a fixed-paired assignment.

Seungwan breathes a sigh of relief along with a few others, content to set up camp in the aisles of the library, perfectly undisturbed. But she suddenly feels paler than chalk; flashbacks of heeled boots, midnight cardigans and heart surgery flooding into her veins once more when she catches a pair of stealthy pupils regarding her from across the room. A deceptively sweet smile sparkling on those dreaded lips, breath-taking and utterly petrifying all at once. Even from the other side of a bloody lecture theatre, Bae Joohyun has Seungwan sweating bullets and unconsciously fidgeting at her collar to release steam no one else can see.

About a minute away from hurling herself out the nearest window, Seungwan diverts her attention to her notebook at the last second. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Seungwan stabs her chopstick into the egg yolk, watching it dribble all over her rice. She’s jealous of her own best friend who doesn’t have to live every waking hour with a red sniper laser dot on her back.

Should’ve majored in art too, goddamnit, she curses, poking her lunch in a dazed stupor.

“Wan-ah!”

She scoffs at the familiarity, but Seulgi’s crescent moon grin makes Seungwan momentarily forget.

~~~~~~~~~~

The black cursive of Han Kang’s literature stares up at her as she tries to digest what she’s reading, but she swears her brain allocates the worst times for that sneaky Bae Joohyun to pop up like an unwanted advertisement. Seems like now, she’s going to have to sit through an entire trilogy.

Despite the crippling dread, Seungwan can’t help but wonder. They’re so silly, but she wonders them anyway. She feels free to let her mind wander in the safety of the university library.

Bae Joohyun; Seungwan’s mind is unchanged; she’s the most beautiful girl she’s laid eyes on. It’s a unique kind of beauty; mysteriously edgy, knife-like and femme fatale. The grin Joohyun gave her in class this morning, she knows she should be running from it, but it doesn’t stop the fact that it’s been playing in her head on repeat ever since.

Seungwan unintentionally imagines what it would be like to kiss that sunset-infused smirk right off her face.

Too bad she’s a mean one, she sighs.

She doesn’t get much further with the actual task at hand when her blood-pressure plummets; she watches leader of the killer senior pack, Bae Joohyun, artlessly sit down in the chair next to her. It’s like the world stops spinning for the second it takes their eyes to meet, and Seungwan quivers in her seat, thoughts of literature fleeing out the back of her brain.

Trying to be polite, she gives her a courteous nod and returns to her reading. But Joohyun just sits there, staring, peppering her body with smoking bullet holes – it frightens her in the weirdest way. She can’t help the tiny bubble of… excitement? At the fact that Hanyang’s notorious Bae Joohyun is sitting next to her. Probably to get close enough to kill her, of course, but she’d count her blessings, no matter how terrifying. The thread finally snaps, and Seungwan is able to channel her inner stone statue no more, wordlessly excusing herself and stumbling to the bathroom.

It’s empty and silent; exactly what she needs. She flicks some cool water over the burning in her cheeks and dabs at the heat welled in the corners of her eyes.

But just as she’s about to leave, Joohyun’s standing in the doorway; cloaked in all her intimidating aura and eclipsing her only exit.

“Bathroom break so soon?” Joohyun’s voice drips into her ears like melted honey as she observes a wry smile crawl onto her face, “we’ve barely gotten started. Let’s get back to work… partner.”

It’s kicking in only now what Joohyun is saying. And it takes everything Seungwan has to formulate a pathetic response.

“Oh right, a-about that,” she nervously chuckles, averting her gaze and scratching the back of her neck, “uh, I-I was just um… I don’t wanna drag anyone down with – you know because you’re a senior and all – was m-maybe thinking –”

She doesn’t get very far when Joohyun begins advancing, walking towards her with such sure, dominating strides Seungwan has no choice but to back away, the piercing squeaks of Adidas sneakers easily drowning out the clicking of Louboutin heeled boots. Joohyun sports that coy smirk the whole time she’s cornering poor Seungwan, further and further back, until…

A tiny yelp is torn from her as her back hits the wall. Seungwan strains up to meet her eyes, 5 inch boots are a very useful intimidation tool. Her heart feels about as fragile as sugar glass, and she thinks it would do her good to invest in those styrofoam packing peanuts and a roll of caution tape.  

Joohyun observes the little caramel-haired mouse girl she’s caught; pressed against the cool, beige tile, both hands out in front of her, quivering like a jello pile. She quickly notes the way the top of Seungwan’s head just about grazes the bottom of the wall-mounted paper towel dispenser, and it stretches her grin even further. She looks irresistible, those doe eyes the colour of warm cocoa. Who knew she had a thing for sweet faces, well-intentions and weak-hearts?

Realising her hands aren’t doing anything to keep the other girl at bay, Seungwan drops them like a tonne of bricks - she’s never felt so small and helpless in her life. The rich scent of vanilla and mint tickles her nose; Joohyun’s too close, and she really needs those fragile stickers to go over the thumping in her chest. But she also wants to nuzzle in closer to that intoxicating shampoo smell.

“P-please… I-I didn’t mean to…”

Her voice sounds so tiny and fragile, it tugs on Joohyun’s heartstrings.

“You know who I am?” she demands in somewhat of a growl, caging the smaller girl in with both arms pressed on either side of her head, causing her to gasp out, “you’ve heard?”

Seungwan shrinks a little more, petunias searing onto her milky cheeks at the proximity, but terror-stricken nonetheless. It’s burning, and it’s too much.

A small ‘mm’ and a teary nod is all she can offer.

Joohyun shoots her a challenging smirk, a kaleidoscope of obsidian pebbles flicker in her darkened eyes as she brings a single finger under the girl’s chin, tilting her so she’s forced to look up.

“And you still think you have a choice?”

Seungwan wishes she could rear up at the challenge, hammer some humility into that smug attitude in front of her; put Bae Joohyun in her place. But who is she to change the way the world works? Girls like Joohyun toy with what they want, and get what they toy with; the natural order of things Seungwan has no hope of re-routing. Her resolve, her dignity and everything she’s built up in her 20 years on earth crumbles at her feet; she doesn’t bother picking up the pieces.

With that, she looks up at the girl who still has her locked in with her eyes alone, and meekly shakes her head.

Seungwan can finally breathe when Joohyun detaches herself from the wall and runs both hands down the front of her blouse. She hears a chuckle and before she knows it, there’s an arm around her waist, moving them in tandem.

She doesn’t see the triumphant smile etched into Joohyun’s rosebud lips, like she’s swallowed a coat hanger. All she knows is that they’re now bound by this assignment, and that Joohyun is leaving with exactly what she came for.

Seungwan hides a shy grin of her own.

[billiejs]

RJ + "this person wont take no for an answer, will you pretend to be my bf to get her to leave me alone? wait you're actually super cute and awesome and I dont want to stop talking to you?"

Hi anon! Thank you for this prompt ❤️ I’ve changed it up a little but I hope you still like it. 

***

Ricky doesn’t love parties. The dim lights and loud music are fun enough, but he usually ends up with a feeling of suffocation heaving down on his chest, and if he stands in the middle of the crowd for too long he starts thinking about how none of this is real, life is nothing but a series of well-crafted lies humans tell each other to pass the time before the remember they have to die, and he’s surrounded by people, yes, but he’s alone and lonely and he’s probably had too much to drink anyway.

And that’s why he’s retreated in a quiet corner near the audio system in Ashlyn’s basement, scrolling through the phone that’s connected to the speakers and occasionally sneaking in one or two songs he likes. He’s nursing a beer and debating whether Do I wanna know by Arctic Monkeys would be acceptable after the remix of Justin Bieber’s last single, when his phone buzzes in the pocket of his shorts and he fishes it out, squinting at the screen that’s a little too bright. He reads the message twice, because the first times he thinks he’s hallucinating. 

From EJ Caswell: Bowen (11:43 PM) From EJ Caswell: I need your help (11:43 PM)

Ricky instinctively looks around the room, bewildered: it doesn’t take long to find EJ near the drinks table, cornered by a pretty blonde girl he vaguely recognizes from a History class. EJ’s got his phone in his hand and he can’t help but notice that despite the charming smile he’s plastered on his face, his eyes look like those of a trapped animal.

To EJ Caswell: Why?? (11:44 PM) From EJ Caswell: She won’t leave me alone (11:45 PM) From EJ Caswell: I have tried everything (11:45 PM) From EJ Caswell: Even texting in front of her doesn’t bother her (11:46 PM) To EJ Caswell: Ok…? (11:47 PM)

Ricky’s not sure what to make of this situation. He knows EJ isn’t as much of a player as people like to paint him, but still, the girl (Ginevra? Juliet? Georgie? Ricky has no clue) looks pretty cute and, from what he can grasp, extremely into EJ. Probably it’s the shirt he’s wearing tonight, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows that highlight every jolt of the toned muscles in his forearms. 

Ricky’s phone buzzes again and he almost spits the sip of beer he’d just taken.

From EJ Caswell: Come over here and pretend you’re my boyfriend (11:48 PM) To EJ Caswell: What?? (11:48 PM) To EJ Caswell: No! (11:48 PM) From EJ Caswell: Please, Ricky (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: I can’t stand her (11:49 PM) To EJ Caswell: Tell her that then! (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: That would be rude (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: I don’t want her to think I’m rude (11:49 PM) To EJ Caswell: Jesus, EJ (11:50 PM) From EJ Caswell: So are you coming? (11:50 PM) To EJ Caswell: NO! (11:50 PM) From EJ Caswell: Come onnnnn (11:50 PM) To EJ Caswell: I can’t pretend to be your boyfriend! (11:51 PM) From EJ Caswell: You can pretend to be a candelabra with the power of speech who lives in a magic castle every other day but you can’t pretend to be my boyfriend? (11:52 PM) From EJ Caswell: Your acting skills must be pretty fucked up (11:52 PM)

Ricky tries not to smile at the last two texts, he does. But he fails, and finds himself with a stupid grin and a warm, tight knot in his stomach. He downs what’s left of his beer and jumps on his feet before he can second guess it.

The heat in his stomach intensifies when he approaches EJ and he looks up at him with such relief that Ricky feels like he’s the last parking spot in the shade on a scorching summer day.

“Hey babe!” Ricky exclaims, slinging an arm around EJ’s neck “Here you are!” 

“Hey.” EJ bats his eyes and they stare at each other. Ricky realizes he has absolutely no plan, so he turns to Blondie.

“Hi,” he says with a smile that shows his teeth “I’m his boyfriend.” 

EJ’s body shakes a little and Ricky racks his brain to find something for his arms to do. He tries to remember what he would have done with Nini and lets the arm on EJ’s shoulders drop, wrapping it around his waist instead. It’s toned and solid and nothing like Nini’s.

“Oh,” the girl looks thunderstruck. “I didn’t know…” 

“Yeah, we try not to make a show,” Ricky rants, and he’s pretty sure EJ’s constipated face means he’s trying not to laugh. “You know, it’d be a little weird for the musical if word got round that Beast and Lumiere are dating.”

“Oh, sure,” the girl nods, but Ricky’s sure she’d rather incinerate him on the spot. It makes him feel powerful and evil, like a Disney villain. Maybe that’s also what possesses him to turn to EJ and smack a kiss on his cheek. His skin is smooth and smells like expensive aftershave, and it’s inebriating. 

Mystery Blonde takes her cue and dismisses herself; Ricky mourns a little when he lets his arm fall from EJ’s waist.

“So much for not wanting to pretend, eh?” EJ teases, but his smile is soft and genuine. 

“I don’t want to hear another word against my acting skills.” Ricky replies, and doesn’t ask himself how much of that was acting. 

“If roles had been reversed, I would have gotten rid of her in half the time it took you.” EJ says, and his eyes definitely linger somewhere between Ricky’s nose and chin.

“If the roles had been reversed, I would have let her down easy by myself,” Ricky raises his eyebrows “And I believe the word you’re looking for here is thank you.”

EJ pretends to think it over. 

“I’ll get you a drink to repay you,” he offers, moving over to the table and quickly mixing up what tastes like a vodka lemon with way too much vodka. Ricky coughs. 

“A free drink at your cousin’s house,” he sputters. “You’re really going out of your way to woo me, Caswell.”

“Are you saying I’m being a bad boyfriend?” EJ sounds way more indignant than he should, and maybe it’s the vodka erasing any sign of common sense Ricky might have had, but he snickers.

“I’m about to break up with you.” He says, munching on the straw of his drink. Once again, EJ’s eyes follow the motion of his lips a little too closely.

“I can’t accept that.” EJ fishes out his phone once again and taps quickly. “There. Reservation for two, tomorrow night, at Salt Lake’s fanciest Chipotle.”

Ricky laughs so hard he ends up resting his head on EJ’s shoulder. 

“I love Mexican food.” He says. 

“Great,” EJ winks exaggeratedly “Then it’s a date.”

***

Thank you for reading! If you want to send a prompt, here’s more info on what I like to write. I got loads of prompts already and I love them! I’ll get around to writing them all, no worries ☺️

[dlwritings]

Busted | Peter Parker

masterlist found here

pairing - Peter x Stark!reader word count - 2,797 warnings - oral (f receiving), awkward mood A/N - for the anon who requested! | Peter and reader are both 18

summary - Sometimes parties are boring. You know what’s never boring? Sexy time with Peter. After this ordeal though, you’d take boring any day.

Truth be told, you hated your dad’s events. Whether it was a ball, dinner, or pointless party he threw for himself, you never wanted to be there. No one talked to you, and if they did it’d be to discuss the same old things: How’s college? You passing all your classes? You must be making your dad proud. Have I ever told you about this invention I’ve been working on? It would mean so much if you could mention it to your dad. Wow, you really have grown up. The last time I saw you…

It was exhausting.

The only time the parties were fun was if it was just a get-together with the Avengers. Between Sam and Bucky constantly getting at each other’s throats, Clint signing inappropriate jokes to you across the room, and Wanda pulling chairs out from underneath Steve, you were always having a good time. Not to mention, Avengers parties meant you got to see Peter.

You had been dating Peter in secret for a few months. You met him at one of the parties and, despite your dad explicitly telling you to stay away from him, you struck up a conversation with him as soon as you could. He was so cute and so smart, and all you wanted was a friend your age to hang out who knew about your superhero filled life. Before college, you had legally changed your last name to avoid unwanted attention at school. For the most part, you liked having seemingly separate lives. That didn’t mean it wasn’t hard for you to hold back reactions whenever Avengers related news came on the TV. You had to act like every other civilian when in reality, you had personal relationships at stake.

That was where Peter came in. He started off as the perfect friend, always willing to listen to you vent or spend time with you off campus. The two of you didn’t go to the same college, so it was a treat whenever he showed up outside of one of your academic buildings for a visit. Some nights he would wind up at your dorm, watching films with you until you fell asleep on his chest. It didn’t take long for you both to realize that your feelings for each other were much more romantic than they were platonic.

And that was where your dad came in. Tony loved Peter, he really did, but he also loved you. Even though you were well over 18, you were still his little girl, and the idea of his little girl dating the Spider-ling was not exactly an idea he was fond of. In his mind, you were still his angel of a daughter who never did anything wrong in her life and would never be defiled by another.

Eh, what he didn’t know didn’t hurt him.

So you kept your relationship a secret. It wasn’t hard when you weren’t living at home, but now that you were on Christmas break, you were back at the compound and under the watchful eye of your father. You and Peter had to be more careful, either sneaking off to his apartment when May wasn’t around or making sure to be perfectly silent when you were in your room. It was working flawlessly. No one suspected a thing (except maybe Wanda, but she could practically read minds, so that didn’t count to you).

On Christmas Eve, Tony was holding a party. While the Avengers would be there, so would all the people who asked you the endless, boring questions you were so sick of. You were holding onto the hope that you’d be able to answer a few questions, steal a bottle of wine, and lock yourself up in your room for the rest of the night. And hopefully, you wouldn’t be alone.

You got ready, putting on the fancy gown you had picked out for the event. Despite your distaste for the fancy events, you did love dressing up. Your dress was velvet green with straps that crossed in the back, a v-neck front, and a slit that ran up your left leg. You studied yourself in the mirror with a smile and reached for your phone. You snapped a picture and sent it to Peter: Can’t wait to see you tonight ;)

Thankfully, you were enjoying yourself at the party. You tried not to leave Wanda and Clint’s side, because as long as you stayed occupied with them, no strangers really approached you. The three of you sat around, drinking your weight in your respective drinks and laughing at everything you talked about.

Now, you didn’t have any superpowers, but you liked to think that you had your own Peter Tingle™️, because the minute Peter arrived, your head turned to the door like you knew he’d be there. And he was. And he looked fine. as. hell.

He was wearing black slacks and a white button-up with the first few buttons undone. His hair was gelled to near perfection, and you smirked at the thought that it wouldn’t stay that way for very long. Peter found your eyes across the room and started to make his way to you, Wanda, and Clint.

“Please,” Wanda said, “for my sake, keep your thoughts PG.” You slapped her arm lightly as she took a sip of her champagne.

“Whoa, wait, what’s going on?” Clint laughed. He motioned between you and Peter, who was still a few steps away. “You two got a little thing going on?”

“Little,” Wanda scoffed. “When these two aren’t fucking each other, they’re thinking about fucking each other.”

“Wanda!” you hissed, your eyes growing wide. “Stop!”

“Jesus,” Clint said, still laughing. “How does your dad feel about that?”

“How does your dad feel about what?” Peter asked, finally reaching your side.

“His daughter and the Spider-kid tangling webs,” Clint said.

“Dude!” Peter said at the same time that you said, “Gross!” and Wanda laughed.

“He doesn’t know,” you said, lowering your voice again. “And I’d like to keep it that way, alright? So you-” You looked at Wanda. “-keep your powers to yourself, and you-” You looked at Clint and, instead of speaking, signed Keep your big mouth shut. We all know how you get after a few drinks. He laughed back and raised his drink to his lips.

After a while, you were starting to get bored at the party. As usual, everything seemed to drag. You loved chatting with all your Avengers friends, but seeing Peter looking how he looked, well, there were a few other things you’d rather be doing. Soon enough, it seemed like Peter had the same idea. You gave him The Look™️, and he gave you a short nod in response. You had been migrating around the party, so you didn’t have to worry about sassy comments from Wanda. You finished the rest of your drink and started to make your way through the crowd and to the bedrooms.

“(Y/N)!”

You turned and saw Bucky and Sam smiling at you. They walked over, each pulling you in for a hug. “Hey guys,” you said, feeling slightly guilty that you hadn’t talked to them all night, and now were about to ditch them.

“How’s it going?” Sam asked. “Feel like we haven’t seen you in ages.”

“I’m alright,” you said. “Not feeling too well at the moment. Think I’m gonna go lay down for a bit.”

“Aw man, alright,” Bucky said, a frown gracing his face. “Well, we’ll see you tomorrow then. Bird brain’s on breakfast duty.” Sam gave Bucky a shove, and you gave them a soft and “painful” smile before heading off to your room.

You plugged your phone into the speaker beside your bed, starting to play some music as you waited for Peter and scrolled through Instagram. Within a few minutes, Peter was in your room, quietly closing the door behind him. You gave him a smile and put your phone on your bedside table, wiggling your finger and beckoning him over. You laid down flat on your back as Peter crawled on top of you, planting his hands on either side of your head and kissing you. You ran your fingers through his hair, messing up his style like you had been planning to the minute you saw him. He whined and pulled away. “Do you know how long it took me to do that?” he complained. “I had to have May help me.”

You giggled, “We’ll fix it again before you leave, okay?”

“Mm,” he hummed, as if considering, “okay.” Peter kissed you again before trailing his lips down your neck. “Wanna mark you up so bad,” he mumbled. “Been wanting to kiss this pretty chest since you sent me that picture.” You whimpered as he pushed your dress slightly to the side just to expose enough of your nipple for him to suck. He lightly bit your now hard nub before getting off the bed, leaving you frowning. You propped yourself up on your elbows, only to fall back when he pulled your heels to the end of the bed. He knelt in front of you, letting your legs hang off the edge of the bed. He smirked up at you before ducking his head under the long skirt of your dress. The fact that you couldn’t see him made you ache for him even more. The suspense of not being able to see what he was doing was absolutely torturous. You wanted to grab onto his hair, but resorted to just gripping the sheets as tightly as you could.

Peter kissed up your thigh, then slowly hooked his fingers in your panties and tugged them down your legs. You couldn’t see, but he shoved them in his pocket before bringing his mouth back to where you wanted him most. You could feel his breath fan over you, and just as you were about to beg, he flattened his tongue against you and dragged it up the length of your pussy to your clit. He did this a few times before fully diving in. His tongue went inside you while his nose continuously brushed against your clit.

“Pete,” you whined, throwing your head back. He hummed against you before lightly sucking your clit between your lips. Your words were so quiet, so breathless, you weren’t even sure Peter heard them. “Right th-”

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Your eyes shot open as you sat up and felt Peter scrambling beneath your dress. Tony stood in your doorway, his hand over his eyes and his head pressed against the wall. “Dad!” you shouted, trying to keep Peter from revealing himself. “Get out!”

“You said you were sick!” Tony said, pointing at you with his eyes still closed.

“Well I-”

“Who is that?” Tony whispered, anger laced in his words as he peeled his hand away from his eyes.

“N-No one,” you stuttered, keeping your hands on Peter’s head to keep him from moving. “Certainly not anyone you told me to stay away from. Because, well, you know that I would never disobey-”

Tony sighed and held up his hand to shut you up. “Mr. Parker?”

“Yes?” Peter squeaked out. You slapped your hand to your forehead and fell back on the bed.

“Please remove yourself from between my daughter’s legs,” Tony said. You felt Peter take his hand and wipe it across his lips before coming out from your skirt.

“H-Hi, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, stumbling to stand up. “So, this isn’t nearly as bad as it looks!”

“No?”

“No!” Peter said. “You see, (Y/N) told me she wasn’t feeling good! I was just, uh, giving her a, uh, a check-”

“Don’t,” Tony said, pointing a finger at Peter.

“Yep, yeah, I didn’t think I should finish that,” Peter said, his whole body seeming to shrink back. His hands were covering his crotch, and you wished you could disappear from the spot.

“This is the worst moment of my life,” you whispered. “I think I’m going to die.”

“I explicitly said that this-” Tony aggressively motioned between the two of you. “-could not happen.”

“Dad,” you sighed, sitting up again, “you can’t tell me who I can and can’t be with.” Tony opened his mouth, but you kept talking. “Besides! You love Peter! So what if I love him too? Is that such a big deal? Is that so forbidden?”

Peter had been avoiding eye contact with everyone but snapped his head up to look at you. “You love me?” Peter said.

“It’s not forbidden for you to love him,” Tony said, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “What is forbidden is you two doing-” He hesitated and pointed between the two of you again. “-this under my roof. When I’m home for god’s sake.”

“So is that why you told me to stay away from him when I first met him?” you challenged, folding your arms across your chest. “Because you wanted to prevent premarital sex in your house?”

“Are we seriously going to ignore the fact that you said you loved me or-”

“You’re my daughter!” Tony shouted.

“So what?” you shouted back, throwing your hands in the air.

“You’re growing up too fast, alright?” Tony said, throwing his own hands up in defeat. Your shoulders dropped, and Tony sighed. “You’re growing up too fast, and I’m not ready for it.”

Peter cleared his throat, feeling awkward now. “This is clearly not my moment. I’m just gonna-”

“Stay right there,” Tony said, holding his hand up to stop Peter while still maintaining eye contact with you.

“Don’t make him stay for this,” you whined.

“I’m almost done,” Tony said. “And then I have a few choice words to give him.” He finally broke your eye contact to glare at Peter who swallowed thickly and stepped backward until he hit the wall and nodded. Tony looked back at you and sighed again. “All things considered, Parker is definitely the lesser of all the evils.”

“Thank you?”

“No,” Tony said, holding his hand up to Peter again before continuing. “If you had just told me, I wouldn’t be in this situation about to go to the lab to have my eyes washed out.”

You sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, giving you an awkward smile, “so am I.” Tony turned to Peter, his soft expression hardening again. “If I ever-” He paused, surely for dramatic emphasis. “-ever see you doing-” He hesitated. “-that or anything like that with my daughter again-”

“I get it,” Peter said, quickly nodding his head.

“I don’t think you do,” Tony said, shaking his head.

“Oh,” Peter whispered.

“If I ever,” he said again, “catch you like that with my daughter again, not only will you be off the team, but you will wish for Thanos to come and snap you again.”

“Dad!”

“Nope, no, I deserve that,” Peter said, holding his hand up to stop you. “Yep. It’s fine. Understood, sir.” He awkwardly saluted your dad which made you roll your eyes.

“Now,” Tony said, letting out a heavy sigh, “I’m going to go see if Ms. Maximoff can mess with my brain enough to make me forget everything I just saw.” You nodded, and Tony left the room. Before he fully walked away, he stuck his head back in the room. “Three inches,” he said, motioning to the space between the door and its frame. “Three inches, minimum.” You rolled your eyes and waved your dad off, leaving you and Peter alone again.

You threw yourself on your bed face down, thinking that if you pressed your face into the pillow enough, you could sink into the quantum realm and disappear forever. Or maybe the Dark Dimension. Doctor Strange had told you stories about Dormammu before, and you could see yourself spending the rest of eternity with him. It had to be better than continuing to live in a world where your father saw you getting eaten out.

You felt the bed sink next to you and heard Peter sigh. “So,” Peter said, “you love me?”

You sighed, “Can we talk about this when I’m not absolutely mortified?”

“It could’ve been worse,” Peter said.

“How?” you mumbled against the bed. “How could that have gone any worse?”

“Uh,” Peter hesitated, “we could’ve actually been fuc-”

“Don’t!” you shouted.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Peter said. “I’ll stop.”

You and Peter were both quiet for a long time. You were not planning to return to the party, that was for sure. You could deal with Wanda and Clint’s endless torment tomorrow.

“(Y/N)?” Peter said.

“Mm?”

“Do you want your underwear back?”

“I want that underwear burned so I never have to be reminded of this day.”

“... Yeah I’ll just keep it.”

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[lovely-van]

darling (part three)

God, he was so fucking annoying.

part one part two

word count: 2,550

notes: hello everyone! i’m back with part 3 to the darling series based on an anon request :) it’s pretty light and just fun and easy to write plus i just really like the dynamic between them hahaha. my situation is not ideal with accounts rn but i hope you all have found me at my new home! i’m still taking requests and working on a looong fic that i’m really excited about. anyway, hope you enjoy :))

“Alright Van, you gonna tell me what you were really doing last night?”

Your ears all but perked up from the kitchen, pausing for a moment before you poured some milk into your tea.

“What do you mean, mate?”

“Well, you told me you were heading home early because you were tired but I happened to run into Tommy from upstairs this morning after I got back from Amelia’s and he had some complaints about… the noise,” Larry said, a smirk evident just from the tone of his voice.

You stepped into the living room, handing a cup of tea to Jack who thanked you with a smile, and sat on the couch next to Larry. 

“Wait, what? So you’re telling me you had a girl over last night?” Jack shot at Van, shaking his head. “You told me you weren’t feeling good.”

Van’s mouth was dropped open in surprise. He laughed awkwardly after a moment, leaning back on the couch and crossing his right ankle over his left knee. “Yeah, I wasn’t. I got home and went straight to bed. And you’re still seeing her, good for you, mate.”

Larry narrowed his eyes at Van and took a sip of his beer. “I am, thanks. Anyway, Tommy asked if we could be quieter because he heard like, screaming and moaning and shit. ‘Animal like’ I think is how he described it.” Jack burst out laughing at this, patting Van on the chest in a sort of congratulations. 

Van’s cheeks flushed pink. “Well, wasn’t me.”

“Who else would it have been? Tommy’s our only neighbor. And he’s old as hell and never talks to me so I dunno why he’d make this up. Who the hell are you fucking that you won’t tell us about?” Larry asked. “Come to think of it, I think I heard some weird noises coming from your room last week, too. When you didn’t want to play FIFA with me because you were ‘too tired’ then, too. I bet it was the same girl.” 

You pretended to be interested in something on your phone, scrolling casually as if you weren’t hanging onto every word of the conversation. 

“Yeah, you’re always tellin’ us every detail of your sex life, Van. This chick must be ugly as hell or something,” Jack said with a chuckle. 

“Watch your mouth, yeah?” Van snapped quickly, then attempted to cover it up with a laugh.  

Larry stood up and pointed at Van accusingly. “I fucking knew it! You can’t keep shit from me. Now who is it? Why are you being so sneaky, lying about being sick and all that?” Larry sat back down as he waited for Van to respond, not looking away from him. 

Van rolled his eyes, wiping his hands on his jeans. You’d never seen him so flustered - it was quite comical. His face had gotten even redder and he kept rubbing the back of his neck. It was well known by most people close to him that Van was a terrible liar. You could get almost anything out of him within a matter of minutes if you pestered him long enough. 

“C’mon, leave him alone. If Van wants to sleep around with a girl that’s so ugly he can’t even tell us about her, let him. He had to get out of his dry spell somehow, yeah?” you said with a laugh. Your comment was met with a glare from Van, who stood up and made his way into the kitchen to grab another beer from the fridge. “Or maybe he likes her or something.”

Larry snorted. “Don’t you go defending him. Van doesn’t ‘like’ girls and he also always brags about how hot the girls he shags are. We’re talking about the guy who gave me shit for weeks when I told him I kind of had a crush on that waitress at that shitty restaurant by our old place.”

“Yeah, whatever happened to her? What was her name again?” Van pondered, brushing past your legs and plopping down next to Jack again. Just the momentary touch - through a layer of clothes at that - was enough to make you shift around in your seat, pulling your knees to your chin. He looked over at you, licking his lips as his eyes flicked over your bare legs and up to your face. The corner of his mouth lifted up slightly when you smirked at him.

“Don’t change the subject, McCann,” Jack shot back, leaning forward and staring at him, eyes narrowed. Van tossed his arm on the back of the sofa, sipping his beer casually. “Maybe it’s Y/N,” Jack said after a moment, glancing over at you and scanning your face dramatically as you rolled your eyes. “God, could you even imagine?” Larry and Jack both laughed boisterously at this.

“Yeah, he wishes,” you said, grinning at Van. 

“Fuck off, all of you. She’s not fuckin’ ugly, okay? I just didn’t think it was any of your business,” Van replied with a scoff. 

“So you’re still seeing her, then?” Larry asked.

Van’s eyes flickered to you for just a second, giving you a clear look of annoyance because of how pleased you were with the whole situation. “Christ, yes, okay? But now I’m definitely not gonna tell you who she is, since you’re all a bunch of dickheads.”

Larry and Jack shared a look. “Okay, fine, mate, but we’re gonna find out eventually. I’m gonna make sure,” Jack said with a smug look, patting Van on the shoulder who shrugged off his hand and shook his head. “The three of us are gonna be like Sherlock fucking Holmes.” 

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“Christ, they’re so annoying,” Van said, his voice muffled. He was lying completely on top of you on his stomach, arms tight around your waist and face nuzzled into your neck as you rubbed his back. 

You reached up and scratched his scalp, eliciting a soft groan from him. “I know, bunch of assholes, aren’t they?” you replied with a chuckle. It was very late by now, nearing the middle of the night. You had to wait until Van and Larry left your house and then wait even longer for a text from Van letting you know that Larry was going to bed so you could sneak in. 

“Shut up, you were having a field day with it, too. How come I’m the one taking all their shit, eh?” 

“Dunno, maybe if you were a better liar you wouldn’t have this problem.”

Van bit your neck teasingly. “Fuck off, would ya?” You giggled underneath him, squirming when he started pinching your sides. He covered your mouth so you wouldn’t laugh and made a disgusted face when you licked his hand.

“Van? You’re not jerking off in there, are you?” You both stopped in your tracks immediately, eyes glued on the door as Larry knocked on it. At least he knew from experience not to barge in. 

“Shit,” Van said under his breath. You scrambled off of him, searching for your clothes that were intermixed with Van’s. You tossed him his underwear which he slid on. “Uh, closet?” he whispered, pointing at the door which was partially open. 

You slipped into the closet, shutting the door behind you. You leaned your forehead against it, closing your eyes. 

I’m really hiding in a guy’s closet right now. Jesus, what has my life come to?

“No, come in,” Van shouted after a moment with an airy laugh. The conversation was so muffled you could barely hear it. You pressed your ear up against the door, being careful not to bump into anything. 

Larry was talking about something with his family and you could tell it was serious based on his low voice. 

You bit your lip and tried to make out what he was saying but you gave up after a while because he was talking too softly. You stood totally still, not even wanting to sit on the floor of the closet in case you made a noise. 

After a few minutes, the door of the closet opened, revealing a wide-eyed Van. “He’s gone,” he muttered. You slipped out of the closet and followed Van onto his bed, sitting on the edge of it next to him. He sighed softly, leaning his head forward, elbows on his knees. You rubbed his back, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Everything okay?”

“Dunno, Larry said there’s something going on with his mum’s boyfriend and he was in the hospital earlier. He’ll be fine and everything, I guess, but he said his mum was a little freaked out.”

You frowned. “Did he say what happened?” 

“No, just that he might drive up and see them tomorrow, ‘cause he feels bad for his mum.”

“So do you think he’s worried?” you asked. 

Van shook his head, leaning back and looking at you with a little smirk. “No, he’s fine, I think. But he did see your underwear when he was leaving,” he said, tilting his head towards the floor in the direction of what were indeed your underwear. You groaned, flopping back on the bed. You had definitely forgotten to put them on when you were in a rush, only slipping your pants on and Van’s t-shirt.

“Gave me some shit for that and said he was gonna find out whose they were when he gets back in a couple days,” he said, leaning back on the bed next to you, fingers going to the tie of your sweatpants.

“Great.”

“But y’know what that means? Place to ourselves.”

You smacked him lightly on the arm. “Larry’s having a family crisis and you’re more concerned with the fact that we won’t have to sneak around for a couple days? You’re despicable, McCann.”

Van smirked, leaning down to kiss the spot where your neck and collarbone meet. “What can I say, darling? A man has needs. But we gotta be a little more careful so Old Man Tommy doesn’t hear us this time, yeah? So you better learn to control yourself.”

---

A few weeks later, you were on the phone with Van, hidden under the sheets of your bed and talking into the darkness. 

“I miss you,” he mumbled. “Can’t fuckin’ sleep.”

“Aw, how cute,” you cooed into the phone. “Poor wittle Van can’t sleep without me.” 

“Fuck off,” he groaned. “‘M serious, y’know. Larry insisted on inviting a couple of his old mates over so they’re all in the living room right now, being loud as hell. I can’t even leave the house.” 

You chewed your lip, thinking about how you hadn’t been able to sleep before your phone rang, either. You’d gotten pretty used to seeing Van most nights of the week, one of you sneaking out and spending the night at the other’s place, only to leave early in the morning. Because of this, your sleep schedule was all sorts of messed up. And being in bed without Van only made it harder to sleep at night. 

“I know,” you sighed, “I can’t sleep either. It’s getting old,” you said with a soft laugh. 

“Do you… do you think maybe we should just come out and tell ‘em?” Van asked after a moment. 

You weren’t sure what it was, but telling Jack and Larry about you being in a (recently defined) real-life relationship with Van just seemed unappealing. Your entire friend group was based around teasing each other - with love, of course - so you knew it would be hard to live this one down. After a while, they’d probably come to accept it and the jokes would maybe dissipate but the thought of acting like a couple in front of the two of them made your stomach churn. You also figured that if Jack and Larry knew you two were messing around, they’d probably pick your entire relationship apart within minutes which would only lead to the demise of it. 

“Uh, I dunno, Van. Maybe we should just wait a bit still.”

“Thank God, I don’t wanna tell them either. Not ready to deal with all the shit,” he replied with a chuckle. At least you were on the same page. “But I wanna see you. And not have to worry about them busting in on us constantly,” he whined. 

“I know, it fucking sucks.” You sat and concentrated on him breathing into the phone for a moment, listening to the way it got deeper and you could tell he was probably close to falling asleep finally. “Ooh, I have an idea.”

“Hm?”

“What if we got a hotel next weekend? I could come up with some work lie and you could say you were visiting your family or something. That way we could have a whole weekend together before you have to leave.” Van was leaving for a short European tour in a couple weeks. And you were dreading it. Since you’d started dating, you hadn’t been away from him for longer than four or five days. Now, he was going to be gone for about two months. You had no idea how you were going to survive that long without him.  

“That’s a pretty good idea, darlin’,” he mumbled into the phone. “Hotel room, all to ourselves, yeah? I like it.”

So on Friday night, after successfully convincing Jack that you had a conference in Glasgow for the weekend, you were waiting on the hotel bed, wearing a little something special for Van. It wasn’t much, but you’d had time to shop around at a lingerie store down the street and you figured he would like it. You had even lit a few candles around the room to really set the mood, a bottle of wine on the bedside table. 

Van had texted you earlier, saying he narrowly escaped Larry who tried to invite himself on the trip to see Van’s family. Larry really was a nuisance. 

You heard the door click and you turned and saw the handle turning. You strained to see Van entering, a small backpack slung on one shoulder. He tossed it on the ground and looked up, scanning the room until he saw you. He whistled lowly, licking his lips. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes gazing up and down your body. You sat up a little higher, pleased with his reaction. He slipped his shoes off as fast as possible and crawled on the bed next to you, hand going to the side of your face. “You’re fucking class. How… I dunno what I did to deserve you,” he mumbled, tugging his bottom lip in between his teeth and looking over the lace set, his other hand running up and down your leg. 

“Yeah, ‘m not sure either. I’ve been trying to figure that one out,” you replied, thumb and forefinger stroking your chin jokingly. 

He chuckled, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. You sighed at the contact, glad to finally be near him again. You’d seen him a few times in the last few days but never managed to be alone, only getting an occasional ass grab in the kitchen as he passed you by or a light stroke of your arm when no one was looking. 

Being completely alone in a hotel room with Van, no Jack, no Larry, and no Old Man Tommy around was much better. 

[thealternateuniverse]

CANDY

WORD COUNT: 3000+

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Summary: Where Colson meets the girl in a strip club and kept thinking of her the whole time. 

"AAAAAAY!! COME HERE BABY!"

Vegas has the best strip clubs. Dang the girls here are hot. Like with this one and Colson has been staring at her while she perform. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"What's your name baby?"

Aww what a vixen. She stood out among all the strippers here, and she's the star stripper for tonight.

"Candy."  That's her stripper name but he wanted to know her real name. "Well I'm curious how sweet you taste Candy, wanna have fun tonight?" Candy leaned down in front of him, both hands on his lap.

"Oh? But aren't you a community dick?" His friends 'oohed' by Candy's remark. He felt himself blush too because he was never sacked like what this girl did.

"Sorry Mr. Hotshot, got better dicks to pull." The woman blew him a flying kiss and a wink leaving him agape.

"Yo! What the fuck! Kells you alright?" Slim slapped his shoulders then the gang started laughing again.

That was so mean, shouldn't be strippers throwing their selves to the famous? Then what the hell was that?

Shaking his head and shrug off what happened, Kells looked around to see if there's someone who can give him a lap dance or something to forget that Candy girl.

But he couldn't, so he brought a girl in their hotel and fuck her senseless thinking she is Candy.

---------

The gang just got back to L.A when Colson recieved a call saying he's been invited to Paris fashion week. Even though he barely rested he flew to Paris for the said event, heck he still have hangover.

Some of the guests are A-list celebrities and he feels a bit out of place he thank gods when Douglas is also here too.

"Dude, this is overwhelming." Douglas is pacing back and forth in their dressing room while he's pulling up his tight leather pants.

"Yeah, to think you have to wear this expensive clothing."

Kells is still trying to zip up his pants and when he did he groaned because his bulge is too obvious, for sure everyone in the net will be feasting his package later when their photos will come out.

"Can we fast forward and go to the after party already?"

Kells grinned. "Hell yeah." Kells loves party and he will party hard later and weed of course, he haven't smoked a blunt since he got here.

Douglas and him went to the event running late, they were mob by paparazzis before peacefully entering the venue.

"Now showtime."

They were seated not too far from T-stage and can clearly see the models. Kells started get bored so he scrolled in instagram looking from time to time to the show.

He almost drop his phone when he saw a familiar looking woman walking down the runway.

He even blink his eyes to check of he is not hallucinating.

"Holy Shit. I didn't take any drugs or weed am I?" His mouth in agape while his sight followed a certain someone walking in the damn catwalk. It's Candy.

The stripper from Vegas, the only difference is this one is a brunette Candy was blonde.

Impossible. He shook his head, maybe he was just hallucinating or hangover. Damn that woman, can't get off his mind, he needs a fuck later.

Suddenly he is interested in the show. He waited until the final walk and all models are on stage.

His gaze landed on Candy, and never look anywhere.

"I see you are already interested at someone." Douglas nudged him but his sight never left Candy.

"That's Nicole Mckagan." He look at Douglas this time, brows furrowing.

"She's related to Duff Mckagan?"

She is related to Duff Mckagan, indeed she is.

"Yep. She's the third daughter, she's his wife's niece but the couple adopted her."  No wonder this one has the Susan Holmes edge.

But he could be wrong, this couldn't be her. She is known in the industry and why would she be a stripper?

----

The show was a blast and everyone hugged together backstage after the show. Nicole was overwhelmed by the success and also being part of it.

This was one of her dream, to walk in Paris fashion show though runways aren't new to her anymore. She only wish Mae was with her but her sister is also somewhere doing a show, they are kicking ass in fashion and their parents couldn't be more proud.

"What are we waiting for? Let's get the party started!"

Everyone changed to their after party outfits, Nicole changed into her body con dress pairing it with a high thigh boots and a faux fur.

It was all flashing of lights and shouts from paparazzis when they one by one left the venue. Famous models were mobbed by pops and some A-list celebs.

"Biiiiitchh!"

She turned when she heard that familiar voice. It's none other than her sister/cousin Grace. The eldest among them.

"Grace." Grace Mckagan ran to her and embraced her in a bear hug. Because of her heels Grace looked even smaller. They are all gracefully tall but Grace is the shortest of the three. "Can't believe you flew to Paris." She kisses her sister's cheek.

"Well mom and dad went to NYC for Mae so I came to Paris for you."

Their parents are supportive and never misses when it comes to their big shows so someone must come to watch.

"I love you, now why don't you come to the after party with me?"

They went to Nicole's car waiting. "Yes please. You're killing that faux fur though."

They both giggled. The two catch up while in the car. Grace had been busy with her gigs, she's the only one who pursued music in the family. Mae is good with music too but it is not just her path of career.

Even though they aren't her real parents she is thankful for them for bringing her into their life. She couldn't remember her real parents, because they died in a car crash when she was just a baby and the Mckagans adopted her. Her mom now (Susan) was her aunt biologically but since they adopted her she considers her as her real mom same with Duff.

They arrived at the party and everyone turned their direction to them. They are quiet known but not that famous so its no surprise when there are head turning sometimes.

"Oh my gosh Graceyy!" Taylor, Nicole's friend ran to Grace to hug her.

"Tay!" Taylor is a Victoria Secret Angel and a humble person who really worked their way to the top.

"What's up Tay, nice show by the way." Grace kissed Taylor,  Taylor rolled her eyes. "Well yeah but RIP to my feet. These heels are killing me. C'mon girls let's enjoy the part."

The place is crowded but not in a suffocating way.

"You go girls I'll just go to the washroom."

Taylor and Grace went to their fun while she went to the long line of bathroom.

She is rummaging through her purse when she bump into someone really tall.

"I'm sorry I wasn't look---"

"It's alright Candy."

She stopped in her tracks and look up to see the person she bumped with.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Fancy seeing you here eh?"

He knew her. He recognized her. The person she avoided to see ever again.

"Come on forgot me already?"

A smirk formed in his lips. She dreaded this day that they will meet each other again after that stupid dare in sin city.

They were having fun that time in Vegas, she lost in a game and stripping was one of the consequences it was just unfortunate that she encountered Machine Gun Kelly and they meet again today and for sure he already found out who she is. She will be in doom.

"I'm----I--I----fuck damn it."  

Nicole pulled him out of that place and they went somewhere less crowded. She lets go of his hand and face him.

"O-okay first, forget that it happened and I wasn't the person you  met that time. It was------ god just forget it."

Kells smiled. He don't know but he find the situation amusing.

He just wanted to know her and fuck her but Nicole Mckagan is something else. Why was she in that strip club by the way?

"Well Candy---"

"And don't call me that." Nicole cut him off. He grins.

"Okay but Candy, you know I'm not the type of person who forgets easily. Especially when they blackballed me."

Candy--Nicole's jaw dropped again for the second time.

"Please just forget it and---and don't tell anyone."

He isn't like that but he could use it as an advantage in the situation.

"Okay."

Nicole's eyes lit up. "But one date."

She look at him unbelievably.

"I'm sorry what?"

Kells is grinning at her again.

"One date. Tomorrow before I leave Paris."

Even if this fashion week will be over, she doesn't know whe he will be over, at some point they will meet or bump each other again in L.A.

So for the sake of her dignity.....

"Fine, one date. Tomorrow."

Kells gave her a triumphant smile.

"I'll pick you up at 10. Enjoy your night Candy."

He leaned to give her a peck almost kissing her on the lips.

What did herself got into?

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

Nicole woke up at 9:30 with a slight hangover. She didn't drink much last night because her thoughts were running about MGK and their date. Which is today. God why did she agreed when she saw how he was with the girls last night.

"Jesus its 9 go back to sleep Nics."

Grace said in groggy voice. She was the one who had really fun last night.

"God. I hate you, now I have to deal with him because of that stupid dare."

She got off from their bed and went to the bathroom. She took a bath and brush her teeth and Grace went inside while she is doing her make up.

"Oh my god. Nicky! It's destiny!" Grace gush while leaning on the door frame.

"It's a nightmare. It was embarrassing...." It was really embarrassing. They met in an odd circumstances if things were different...what? He won't even noticed me Nicole thought, but she shrugs it off.

"It's okay to date Nics after that dick ex of yours."

That's one of the reasons why they were in Vegas. To have fun after her break up.

She changed into one of her turtle necks, a pair of high waist jean and a pair of high heeled boots.

Nicole is doing her hair when there's a knock on their hotel door.

It must be him. She suddenly felt nervous. Relax it's just a fucking date. She convinced herself. Grace open the door for her her sister hasn't even fix herself.

"Oh, I do really believe in destiny." Meanwhile Kells was furrowing her brows when someone opened the door for him instead of Cand--- Nicole.

"Go back to bed Gracey. I'll be back later bye."

She kissed the other girl's cheek before closing the hotel room's door that makes the two of them in the hallway.

"Uh sorry about my sister. She's just hangover."

He checked her out first before responsing. The girl is simple yet elegant and Colson can't help but smile. "No it's okay. Come on."

He made sure not to drink too much last night so he that he isn't hangover for their date. He also have his polaroid camera with him, just to take photos and remember this day in Paris with her.

They had their brunch in a French restaurant near the hotel and to be honest she had no idea where he is taking her.

The two talked about what they did last night, all about the fashion week while listening intently to each other.

"I really thought you were a stripper. Turns out your a model, imagine my shock when I saw you walked on that runway.But if you are a stripper I don't mind its much better." Nicole giggled at Colson. He is a funny guy and a dork. And she didn't label her as Duff Mckagan's daughter, back in high school she was just befriended because she is the daughter of Guns n Roses bassist.

"Well Mr. MGK I believe women should be mysterious."

Colson cringed when she called him MGK. "Dude, call me Colson or kells. And yeah I like mysterious ones especially when they left you blackballed." Nicole blushed, she never thought that he finds her sexy.

"Why are you so after me."

She asked. She's just curious why someone like him (who have girls throwing themselves at him) is interested to an average model like her? Well he's famous, he is good looking and sexy. He is funny too.

"Why not? I like you." He answered in a casual way. Another blush crept to Nicole's cheeks.

"Well...whatever Colson."

She can't help but grin. After their brunch he brought her to Seine taking a boat cruise and having a view of Eiffel tower.

After the cruise they went biking around the Eiffel. They laugh the whole time because they are too tall for the bike especially Colson.

"Yeah, run along chicken legs." She stuck her tongue out at him. Colson is behind her trying to fit himself in the goddamn bike.

"Hey Candy look!" She stop to look back at him. He's holding a polaroid and looks like he's taking a photo of her.

"Hey! I wasn't prepared!" She protested, probably he took the shot where she looked like she is lost in Paris.

"Nice try Candy! Hahahaha." And she was right. Her mouth was open and her brows are furrowed, looking like a lost tourist.

"God I hate you."

Colson keep taking candid shots when she isn't looking. Nicole cursed out, why didn't she brought her camera?

She could take a lot of pictures here, the view is just aesthetic.

"Why don't we do something crazy and stupid?" Colson suggested. That's the last thing she wanted to do. The last time she did it in Vegas it led up to her meeting him.

"Like what?"

And seems like the heaven is listening to him when the rain pours.

"Oh my god!" She held his arm and they both started to run.

"Wait!" Colson halted causing her to stop running to.

"We're wet already why don't we just have fun?"

Nicole look at him like he is crazy but fuck it. They are wet already might as well enjoy the rain.

The two of them soaked in the cold rain of Paris, dancing and playing like children. Nicole never felt this childlike again. Passersby are looking at them like they gone crazy, but this is fun especially when you have someone fun too.

Nicole won't forget this very moment, under the rain with a guy in a leather trench coat, leather pants and a boots.

----------

It was dusk already and they are already dry. The two of them watching the sunset.

"You're fun for a rapper you know."

"And you're fun to be a stripper." Nicole threw her the nerds they are eating.

"Well today was epic. Thank you though." Colson's gaze landed on hers and smiled.

"Nah, I should thank you. Not gonna regret saying yes to the date."

It was her turn to smile at him.

"Why were you at that strip club though?" Her smile twitched and she looks back to the sun setting.

"It was just a stupid dare of my friends. I lost a bet and then I became a stripper with a name of Candy." The dare was just to dance. She was just being reckless to entertain him during that time.

"Oh, well you nailed it." She is flattered by his compliment.

"You're really nice Nicole Mckagan and I'm looking forward to knowing you more."

Her heart raced, she stare into his blue orbs and captivated by its color. She never thought he could be this beautiful and captivating. His eyes never left hers when he lean forward, forehead to forehead and nose touching.

Nicole licked her lips and Colson's eyes landed on itss lusciousness.

She closed her eyes when he moved closer and closer but interrupted when his phone rings.

Colson muttered a curse before leaning away amd answered the phone.

"Sorry about that, its my manager. It's our flight."

Nicole nodded. Of course, he is going back to L.A. She don't know but she is saddened by the thought.

"Well I should bring you back to your hotel though." She nodded again. They made their way back to her hotel but her mind is still stuck of what happened. Were they going to kiss?

If they weren't interrupted maybe? God what was she thinking. You couldn't like a person you just met right? Plus she doesn't even know if he is serious. He said he likes her, he didn't specify if as a friend or what. Maybe she was just his distraction while he's here or he is just bored and took advantage of the situation.

"So I guess this is you." She was deep in her thoughts she didn't realize they are already in her hotel room.

"Thank you, for today."

Colson smiled and went to hug her.

"And for keeping our little secret." He giggled while she blush. "I believe in the saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

And today, what happens in Paris stays in Paris.

"Nice to meet you Nicole. See you when I see you."

Nicole smiled. She's a bit sad but she know that they will meet again someday.

"Thank you Colson. Bye have a safe flight." She was hesitant to do this but anyway she tiptoed and gave him a peck on the cheek.

She didn't wait for his reaction and went inside her room leaning on the door while her heart race. She stood there for a minute before realizing she forgot something. She didn't have his number.

She opened her door again hoping he's still there but no. He already left.

With a heavy heart she laid down on her bed thinking about how this trip to Paris went.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, a piece of paper fell from the pocket of her jeans when she fished out her phone.

Just in case you forgot Candy

+1-***-****

Nicole can't help but smile. He's cute, what a sneaky bastard.

She opened her phone and her notifications are blowing up.

She opened the one from TMZ and her eyes widened when she saw their photo from last night. When he and Colson are talking and the one where he kissed her.

Oh god. Duff Mckagan will lit her ass.

@mgkobsessed

[astrozones]

Sanders Behavioral Health, Chapter 2: Roman Has a Rough Time

Angsty fic incoming

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Three hours.

If Roman had to guess how long he had been staring at himself in the mirror, it was three hours.

From an outside perspective, Roman might seem conceited and narcissistic. But while staring at the mirror, all Roman could see were mistakes.

His hair looked messy, people were going to laugh at him.

His freckles stood out. He could cover them with makeup, but if others found out he was wearing makeup- god he could barely stand the thought.

His face looked odd in general. And his weight? Don’t get him started! Looking at his arms, his legs, his chest, all he could see were flaws, flaws , flaws !

Roman felt tears threatening to spill and shoved his head into a pillow. Why did he have to be so… ugly? Why must whatever God up there curse him like this? And no matter how many times his grandparents and aunt told him he wasn’t, he just couldn’t see what the fuck they were talking about.

Well, at least he was in therapy. Maybe they’d fix him.

Roman’s parents weren’t too fond of him, he knew. They were the only ones that would admit the truth, that he was ugly, and that they didn’t deserve such a disgusting son. They would take any opportunity to get him away from them, and once his distant relatives had suggested taking Roman to therapy, citing his ‘sudden declining happiness’, and ‘inability to eat’, his parents had leaped at the possibility, taking the chance as soon as they could.

They had talked about putting him in the six-hour program that started earlier in the day. The only reason they didn’t was because the school would start coming after them for attendance issues. Well, more than they usually did, anyway.

Roman glanced back up at the mirror, frowning. He couldn’t go to school looking like this, no, they’d just make fun of him.

Another day of skipping school it was.

His parents wouldn’t care, they never did until they were being yelled at. He’d just creep downstairs and tell whatever parent was down there taking a swig of alcohol that he was staying home, they’d just grunt and wave him off. And once the school called, they’d tell them he was sick, and rush upstairs to yell at him that he hadn’t told them before heading off to work.

Today was no different.

--

It was about noon when Roman opened the cupboard for the first time that day. Skimming over the options, he bit his lip. There was nothing there that he wanted . He had everything he should want, plenty of options that many kids would kill to have, and yet Roman didn’t want any of it. He didn’t really know what he wanted, he was barely hungry anyway. He’d just come back to it later and choose something then.

He ignored the voice in his head that told him he wouldn’t.

Grabbing his backpack, he made his way back to his room to start his homework. Well, “start” his homework, which actually meant wallowing in his sorrow while thinking about the week so far.

Therapy was… okay so far. He couldn’t tell them a lot of stuff, just that he was insecure. He wouldn’t tell them about how he hated looking in mirrors, or that he struggled to even eat a snack during the day. No, no, then they would know too much. If his parents found out, there would be consequences. Not hitting or anything! His parents would never abuse him.

Never.

His first day had been mediocre. He filled out questionnaires, and they played a board game for rec. Nothing important. Nothing new. Nothing, just like how he saw himself.

At least he wasn’t the only new kid. There was the hoodie kid, who he had made uncomfortable with his stupid assumptions , and who he had given a terrible nickname to. Really, Roman? You could at least come up with something better . And Patton told him he arrived last week Wednesday, and Logan two days prior. So, all in all, they were all new. Which was great!

Roman couldn’t help but feel happy at meeting the others. Sue him, he loved meeting new people! The prospect of finding out something about a person you barely knew was fun, at least to him.

You should stop, you’re prying into people’s lives when they don’t want you to. The voice in his head said. Roman didn’t acknowledge it in the rest of his internal monologue.

Logan was nice, despite his attitude the day prior. On Roman’s first day, he had been very helpful in his own, stubborn way. They had a couple of back-and-forths, and while that might seem aggressive to others, it made Roman feel more comfortable. Logan liked him enough to argue without any hate behind it.

Patton was unbelievably kind. He would go out of his way to help Roman and Logan, even when they were battling via a board game. Patton had hugged him the moment he saw Roman, but when Roman had seemed apprehensive he backed off a little bit. Not to say that he calmed down in the slightest, he was practically bouncing in his chair when they played.

And then there was Virgil, the one who had taken on the resident ‘New Kid’ title. He was quieter than the others, more resigned. When Roman had actually started getting him to talk, he started coming out of his shell, or hoodie, a little bit. This made Roman extremely happy, at least he was likeable enough for the more apprehensive to talk to him! Roman had also noticed that Virgil had black nail polish on, which made him want to do his own.

Well, Roman never really had good impulse control.

20 minutes later, Roman’s nails were red and absolutely fabulous.

5 minutes later, Roman realized in a panic that he had run out of acetone, and would have to either pick at his nails or go outside with nail polish on. He was a boy! He would definitely get made fun of, and Roman was not in the mood for that today, no thank you.

He settled down on his bed, ‘forgetting’ about the homework that was glaring threateningly at him from his desk.

Roman ignored it.

Roman spent the rest of his free time scrolling through Instagram and YouTube.

And then it was time to go.

--

Roman settled into the lobby seat, earlier than he had planned. The lobby was silent, and felt awkward with no background noise. He was used to buzzing, the wind, birds chirping, literally any noise, but in here? Nothing.

He wasn’t very comfortable.

Minutes went by as Roman sat, waiting for the others. He knew he shouldn’t have come so early, curse his anxieties over coming in late. He was currently in a very heated stare-off with the carpeted floor as of now. Just waiting.

After what felt like hours, Virgil entered the room in all of his emo glory. He looked surprised at not being the only person to arrive obnoxiously early.

“Oh, uh, hey. Roman, right?” Virgil muttered, walking to the front desk to sign in. Quick, Roman, act normal!

“The one and only,” Roman said, with a grin that felt as fake as the Kardashian’s “drama”. And it appeared Roman was a good actor, since Virgil didn’t react at all other than a scoff. Jesus, the voice in his head said. No wonder he doesn’t want to talk to you, you’re so boring. Roman grinned at Virgil, attempting to seem more… well, positive, but Virgil didn’t seem to notice him. Or he’s just ignoring you.

The receptionist grinned at Virgil once he was done. “You should go sit by Roman and talk!” She said, apparently oblivious to the anxiety radiating between the two. Virgil spluttered for a few seconds before walking towards Roman and sitting down. Both of them were silent for a few seconds, both trying to think of something to say.

“So, what’d you think of your first day?” Roman asked, just barely hiding the stress he was feeling. Acting really was the only thing he was good at, and despite how much his parents shunned it, it was useful in situations like this. Situations he faced every day, really.

“I don’t know, I guess it was fine.” Virgil said. “Nothing really happened, y’know?”

Nothing . He hated that word.

“Eh, you’re right. Still, rec was fun, yeah?”

“Rec?” Was all Virgil said, staring at him in confusion. Oh, right.  

“Rec is, well, just what we say to shorten the whole recreational therapy thing. Sorry, I keep forgetting you’re new!” Goddamn it, Roman! You’re such an idiot . “I guess you just… fit right in, yeah?”

“Fit right in with the mentally unstable. Great,” Virgil deadpanned, causing Roman to snort.

“I mean, I suppose you could say it like that.” He said between quiet giggles. He hadn’t expected that answer. Virgil gave a small smile in return, clearly feeling at least a bit awkward. Oops.

“Well, today’s gonna be way different,” Roman started, with a smirk. “‘Cause you’ll have to actually join us in the cafeteria this time.” As he said that, Virgil’s smile slipped and he groaned, practically shoving his face into his palms. Roman laughed. “Me too, man.”

“Really? Would’ve pegged you for the type to be ecstatic about being around others.” Virgil stated, turning in his seat to face Roman a bit more. Roman shrugged in response.

“I mean, kinda? There’s pros and cons to it, y’know? And-” Roman cut himself off before he could continue. Stupid Roman, you don’t just rant all your problems out to an innocent stranger. He shook his head. “Eh, nevermind, I dunno where I was going with that”

Virgil looked slightly concerned, but didn’t comment on it. Roman slapped another cheery grin on his face before continuing. “So, what’d’ya think of the others?”

“Well… one seemed nice, Patton, if I remember correctly. I don’t know about Logan though… No offense to him or anything!”

“Logan’s pretty nice from my experience. I may not have spoken to him long, only a couple days, but those days were pretty chill. I guess something happened? Maybe it was so many new people or something?” Roman started tapping his foot on the ground, and fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket. He didn’t want to insult Logan, but his behavior yesterday was pretty aggressive.

Virgil started chewing on his hoodie strings, which only slightly muffled his voice when he answered. “I guess. I’ll just… go with the flow. I don’t… want to get myself into something I can’t get out of, y’know? I’ve had enough of that in my life.”

“I don’t think I’m following here…”

“Oh! Um, I didn’t really… uh mean to say that out loud…? Heh, sorry… just not really… um, open to talk about that?” Virgil stammered out, shrinking into his hoodie.

“Heyheyhey, no need to worry about it! I’m not gonna pressure you into something you don’t wanna talk about. After all, this is therapy, we’re gonna go through worse. Probably.” Roman quickly responded in a panicked state. Virgil buried his face in his hands once more, muttering “don’t remind me we’re in therapy”. Roman smiled. He didn’t want to call it too soon, but… maybe he could make a friend?

--

After talking for about 10 minutes, everyone had arrived and Becca called them into the back. From here, it was a game of ‘try to get to the check-in room first’ to get into one of the two spinny chairs. Usually, Patton and Roman would get the chairs, as Logan would say, “There’s no use grabbing a revolving chair when we’re only going to be here for a few minutes.” But with the addition of Virgil to their daily group, Roman wanted to make sure he got one of those seats. They were the most comfortable, and they were fun! Both were a plus.

Arriving first in the room, he plopped down into a spinny chair, spinning himself around before grabbing a check-in sheet. Success!

Becca joined him in the room soon after, Virgil trailing behind her. After Becca handed Virgil a sheet and motioned for him to choose a seat, he sat in the swivel chair beside Roman.

Patton and Logan joined them soon after, having been walking slower while they talked. Patton didn’t look disappointed as he lost the title of Swivel Chair Holder, only smiled brighter as he grabbed a sheet and asked Logan to sit beside him.

Logan himself, however, looked at Virgil and winced, presumably because of his behavior the other day. Logan looked apprehensive, torn between sitting by Patton or apologizing to Virgil. But once Becca kneeled down to show Virgil what to fill out, Logan knew his chance was gone.

Well, that’s what Roman thought, anyway.

The room was silent other than the sound of pen on paper. Roman tapped his foot unconsciously as he thought.

See, at Sanders, they ask you to rate your anxiety, avoidance, and depression every day. But instead of using 0-5 or 0-10 they decided to use a 0-7 scale for who knows why.

So, what was his anxiety today? Roman bit the inside of his cheek as he thought. Maybe a 4? Or maybe a 5? Well, seeing as his anxiety was raising as he struggled to find an answer, he put down 5. As for avoidance and depression, 3 and 4 respectively.

Just a couple more questions down, and then he was free to doodle. It had become a ritual during his time here, despite not being here that long. Today’s piece of art was a doodle of a Prince. A crown, sash, and a dazzling grin, and he was done. He glanced up to see Virgil was the only one still filling out the sheet.

Well, he supposed he could add some more sparkles.

Once Virgil was done, Becca clapped her hands and asked for them to share. Patton went first, going through his emotion, his anxiety, avoidance + depression, and other questions. Logan was next, doing the same but refusing to share his emotion. Then it was Roman’s turn, and he sped through it as quick as possible, not wanting to concern any of the others.

On Virgil’s turn, he went quiet and stuttered numerous times throughout the reading. He was reluctant to speak about the bottom four questions, specifically. Well, kinda. There were the two questions of ‘since yesterday have you had thoughts of harming others/have you actually done it’. There was also the ‘have you had thoughts of harming yourself/done it’. Quietly, Virgil asked not to share, and Becca agreed, though looking thoroughly disappointed.

--

Pulling out his binder and a pen with an excessive plume, Roman sat down at the middle table. Patton and Logan sat near him, while Virgil took a seat at a corner table, Becca joining him soon after to brief him on the ins and outs. Keep in mind, there were only three tables, so the options were at a minimum.

Shocked back into reality by someone sitting next to him, he turned to see the other therapist, Charlie, seated at his right.

“Hello, Roman! You finished your introduction exposure yesterday, right?” She asked. And she was right, yesterday had been spent introducing himself to the various staff around the building, and at the extreme lack of such, had to introduce himself to some of them twice . At Roman’s nod, she continued.

“So, today we’ll set you up with a couple more exposures, based on what you’ve told us. So, here,” she started, pointing at the next unnamed category on the page. “The first exposure is to put a mark on your face. It has to be noticeable, too. Just use a pen for that one, you don’t need anything special. Then all you need to do is talk to people.”

Nodding, Roman scribbled it down on the page, telling himself he wouldn’t do that one until he absolutely had to.

“And the next one is just wearing jewelry. Anything like a necklace, bracelets, rings, will work fine. You won’t have to wear them the whole day, just do trials for about 30 seconds. If you don’t have anything to wear right now just bring some tomorrow and we’ll start then.”

Fuck. Now he had to.

“Uh, yeah I don’t have any… jewelry. So, for the first one, do I gotta like… do any specific thing, like a word or…?”

“Just a line will do.”

And with that, Roman got up to go to ask to go to the bathroom, only stopped by Charlie’s hand on his arm. He gave her a questioning look.

“I was just gonna go to the bathroom… to put the mark on my face. Is something wrong?” He asked. Charlie shook her head.

“Do it here. If you use the mirror, it will loosen some of the anxiety. The point of this is to combat the anxiety, full on. No avoiding.”

“But I like avoiding.” Roman mumbled to himself. He didn’t think anyone heard, but the quiet giggle from Patton proved otherwise. Charlie just gave him an encouraging smile.

Sitting back down, Roman picked up his pen, while Charlie walked to her computer. Roman stared at the pen as if he were about to make a life-changing decision.

Just put the pen on your face, it’s not that hard . Except it was hard, at least for him. God, he really was a failure if he couldn’t force himself to make a mark on his face.

It was oh-so-simple. A mark on the face. But all Roman could think of were the consequences. They could laugh at him, they could ignore it, and worst of all, they could point it out . Just the thought of people making assumptions or putting themselves in awkward situations just because they didn’t want to embarass him made him want to throw himself off a roof.

He could feel his hands shaking, and, looking down, the rest of him was shaking too. Calm down, he told himself. What was one of the coping methods he learned?

Name 5 things you can see. He glanced around. The table, the window, Patton, Virgil, and his binder. Okay.

4 things you can feel. His clothes, the chair. He could feel his hair flopping into his face, and suddenly another spark of anxiety ignited in his chest. Deep breathing, Roman. Deep breathing. He could feel his hands starting to shake again.

3 things you can hear. All he could hear was the tap of fingers against a keyboard, what else… He strained to hear, and found he could hear the cars on the highway, something his brain had apparently decided to discard. And the sound of the door opening, with Logan walking in to prove it.

What was next? 2 things you could smell. Okay, well, he couldn’t smell much. There was the smell of mint, but other than that he couldn’t smell anything. He found himself glancing around, anxiety increasing once more. And, yes! A whiff of perfume blew past his nose.

1 thing you can taste. Well, not much. Did the inside of this mouth count? Well, he supposed it had to, since he wasn’t about to go lick the wall.

Roman took another few moments to himself, distracting himself by tapping his foot against the floor.

-

He found himself in front of Nurse Vicki’s office, a pen mark on his face and the dread of what was to come. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and let himself in.

Vicki turned to him. “Hello, Roman,” she greeted. “What do you need?”

What was he supposed to say? Charlie told him he wasn’t supposed to mention the mark, and rather to just make small talk. He would rather have had a topic but he hadn’t taken those improv classes for nothing!

“How has your day been?” he said.

Welp. He had taken those improv classes for nothing.

Vicki explained that she was doing well, she had gone to her sister’s house after group yesterday, so she was happy about that. She didn’t mention the mark.

Thank god .

He cycled through a couple other staff, anxiety slowly loosening its grip as he progressed. And no one had pointed out the mark! When he looked at his sheet after his sixth trial, he noticed his anxiety had went from a 6 to a 4, and he was feeling proud of himself as he walked into the hallway once more.

He spotted Virgil down the hall, fiddling with the timer in his hands. Roman strutted towards him, intending to make Virgil his seventh trial of the mark exposure.

“Hey, Virgil, you busy?” he asked. Virgil shook his head. “Aight, cool. How’re exposure’s going so far?”

“I don’t like them.” Came his response. Roman laughed, replying with, “No one likes them.”

“All I’ve been doing is introducing myself but… I introduced myself to all the staff and I still have 4 trials to go before I’m finished and, honestly-” Virgil ran a hand through his hair, voice strained. “I don’t know what to do and I’ll feel awkward asking Becca what I’m supposed to do now… Sorry for ranting…” He finished.

Roman smiled. “I just finished that exposure yesterday, and Charlie, er, the other therapist, told me we can introduce ourselves to the same staff twice.” Virgil wrinkled his nose at this, frowning slightly.

“If I’m being honest, that’s even worse.” Virgil started fidgeting with the edge of his hoodie. He seemed apprehensive about something, whatever it was Roman had no clue.

“Uh, also… you have a mark on your face. Uh, just figured I’d tell you, sorry”

And with that, Roman felt his anxiety get to a 7 faster than soda out of a newly opened can. “Heh, yeah. I mean, uh- thanks, Virgil. I’ll fix it when I can. Um, gotta go now, so, see ya!” He called as he powerwalked his way back to the cafeteria. He could barely hear anything as he sat down in his seat, staring out the window across from him. Oh, god. Someone had noticed. Someone had noticed and now he was going to laugh at him behind his back. He was going to tell Patton, and Logan, just how stupid Roman was. Roman stopped breathing for a few moments, trying to calm himself down.

Virgil wouldn’t do that, he was just trying to be helpful. And Roman had run away from him, oh god , he was probably confused and Roman had not helped the situation. He supposed he would have to apologize later, he was too frazzled now. He wanted so bad to wipe the mark off his face, but he knew Charlie and Becca would be disappointed in him if he did.

5 minutes later, he felt much calmer, his breathing normal, and his chest felt less compressed. His anxiety had come to a 3, so he stopped the timer at 6 minutes and 24 seconds. He scribbled down the results as Virgil came back into the room, seemingly just out of an exposure, so Roman gave him a smile in lieu of an apology, not allowed to talk to someone while they were in the middle of an exposure.

Roman decided he would apologize at rec.

--

Roman never got to apologize. Today’s rec was a hands-on activity that left him with no time to talk to Virgil. And just after rec, he saw Logan talking with him, and since he didn’t want to stay there too long, Roman decided he would just get in the elevator.

His mind told him he should take the stairs, else he would just gain more weight.

Once he got down, he took some time to shuffle through his binder, he had a weird feeling that he left something, and-

The elevator dinged, and the door opened as Virgil, Logan, Patton, and their parents shuffled out. Patton tugged on his mom’s shirt, telling her to stop for a moment. He practically bounced up to Roman, a grin on his face.

“Roman! I’m glad I caught you. I got Virgil and Logan’s phone numbers, and I was wondering if I could have yours? No pressure, of course! But it’d be nice if we were in touch outside of therapy. And I can give you the other’s numbers so we’re ALL in touch!” Patton extended his phone to Roman, the latter of which taking it and inputting his number. Maybe this could work out after all?

[ Hey, this is Roman and I sure as hell hope this is Virgil.]

| yea its virgil |

[ Oh thank god. Just wanted to say sorry for running off on you earlier, wouldve said it after rec but i saw you talking with Logan and didnt want to intrude. ]

| don’t worry about it, it’s fine. |

| what’s not fine is you sending that right as i walk into my house |

| i nearly faceplanted the ground cause of you |

[ And i oop- ]

| did |

| please tell me that was ironic |

| i might have a stroke if it wasn’t |

[ Youll never know ;) ]

| oh my god |

| i just |

| i can’t |

| have a good night Roman |

[ Right back at you, buckaroo ]

| oh my god  |

[just-for-cal]

She’s Jealous - [c.h]

word count: 2885 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) reads some thirst tweets and gets a bit frustrated

(y/n) loved Calum, she always did and it’s likely that she always will.  Especially when she never plans to never act on these feelings.

So it felt unfair to her that she was getting so upset scrolling through Twitter.  Dozens upon dozens of fans thirsting over him.  The other boys too, but she only had narrowed eyes at the comments directed towards Calum.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Luke threw himself over the back of the sofa she was sat on, scooting close to her and looking onto her phone.  

The first thing he saw being an all caps message about Ashton’s arms, and something about choking.

“Jesus love, into Ash now are we?” He chuckled, but (y/n) glared at him.  “Alright, not in the mood for funny” Luke muttered to himself.

“Have you seen all these?” She asked him in a quiet voice, eyes still trained on her phone as she scrolled.

“Thirst tweets? I look sometimes, some of them are kinda funny”

(y/n) simply hummed, clearly that wasn’t the answer she was looking for.

“What’s got you all worked up? I thought you’d be agreeing with some of ‘em” Luke jabbed (y/n’s) side with his elbow, and she tried to force a smile, but her nerves seeped through.

“Everyone’s just so… so into him,” She explained, and before she could keep reading, Luke took her phone, and closed the app.  “I feel like maybe it diminishes my chances even further”

“Your chances? Please, (y/n/n), you’ve got the biggest head start of all chances, it’s less of a chance more of a, eh, hundred percent guarantee”

The girl just rolled her eyes at Luke’s words.  He always tried to convince her of how he thought Calum returned her feelings, but she never felt that way.  He always seemed glued to their platonic relationship, so she never acted on the feelings she’d harbored for so long.

“I’m not kiddin’ babe,” Luke told her.  “Ya should hear what he says about you when you’re not around, he loves to talk about you”

(y/n) blushed, but she still shook her head and took her phone back from his hands.

“Thanks, Luke,” She sighed, and smoothed out her skirt before standing.  “Are you coming out tonight?”

“Yeah I’ll tag along,” He said and stood up with her, outstretching his arms.  (y/n) chuckled quietly, stepping into his arms and letting him hug her tight.  “Besides, I'm already all done up, can’t cancel now”

She was laughing when she pulled away, smiling to see he has in fact put on a shimmery eyeshadow to change up his usual leather jacket and jeans look.  Even going so far as to put on his heeled boots.

When she looked away, Calum was coming down the stairs, but he stopped at the bottom and just stared at her.  He looked frozen, lips parted, eyes set on her.  (y/n) crinkled her brows as though to silently ask if he was alright.  

“Wow,” He mumbled, finally walking over to her and his best friend.  She still looked confused.  “You look amazin’ sunshine”

“Oh,” She chuckled nervously, ducking her head down and pushing her hair behind her ear.  Luke rolled his eyes and left the room, unable to handle all the pent up tension that had filled it.  “You had me worried there for a sec”

Calum grinned at her, this girl he’d had in his life now for a few years and couldn’t ever get a long enough look at.  She was blushing under his gaze, and it only made him smile more.

“You ready for dinner?” He asked, and she nodded, letting him guide her to the front door.

Luke was there waiting, looking at his phone and chuckling to himself.  Mike and Ashton were planning to meet them at the restaurant, and we’re probably already there.

“What’s so funny?” Calum asked, and Luke showed him he was on Twitter.

“These thirst tweets about you, they're hilarious”

Calum blinked in surprise, not having expected that response, at all, and looked to (y/n) with raised brows before back at Luke.

“Why...?”

“Cause she was lookin’ at ‘em earlier, and I wanted to know what the big deal was.  These are great!”

Calum looked at (y/n) again, a smirk on his lips to know that she’d read thirst tweets about him.  But before he could make a cocky comment, Luke spoke up again.

“(y/n/n) you’re in this one,” Luke snickered as he read one, and then proceeded to read it out loud.  “It’s a retweet of a pic of Calum, zoomed in on his thighs, and it says ‘@(your handle) sure is one lucky chick, i bet @CalumHood lets her ride his thighs whenever she wants’ can you believe that?”

If she hadn’t been blushing before, she certainly was now.

Luke was laughing his ass off, all the while (y/n) avoided looking directly at Calum, who was staring at her.

“Alright, on that note, let's get going,” Cal suggested, letting Luke out so he could walk with (y/n), his hand resting on the small of her back.  When she looked up at him, he leaned a bit closer.  “We’ll talk about why you were reading thirst tweets about me later” He told her quietly.

(y/n) winced.

Dinner went by well, besides the fact that Calum had his arm slung around the booth behind (y/n’s) shoulder, his fingertips grazing her shoulder every now and then.  But no one said anything about it.

“So, (y/n/n), you comin’ back to the house after dinner?” Ash asked.  She began to shake her head, but Calum spoke up for her.

“Yeah, we’re all gonna chill back at the house,” He said, his hand caressing softly over her shoulder now.  “Probably watch a movie or something if that sounds good to you guys?”

“Yeah that sounds great” Ashton agreed.

While the other boys proceeded out of the booth to head to the car, (y/n) shot Calum a look.

“What are you doing? I can’t hang out tonight, I have class in the morning, that’s why we did dinner instead-“

“That’s really too bad, love, because you and I need to have a bit of a talk, don’t we?”

She raised her brows at his bold comment, but didn’t argue with him again.  Simply followed next to him out of the restaurant.

She continued to stare at him, waiting for him to give her some sort of sign of what was going on in his head.  Clearly something had happened, but he wasn’t budging at all.  The only sliver of a sign he offered was pulling her in close to him when they got in the back of Luke’s car.  Which only made (y/n) more anxious for answers, because it was now obvious to Luke that something was up.

Ash and Mike were already at the house when Luke pulled in, and everyone went in together, deciding on drinks and just hanging out and chatting.  (y/n) didn’t understand why Calum needed her to stick around for this, but she wasn’t going to question him in front of everyone.

She was sat curled up on one end of the sofa, and surprisingly, it was Ashton next to her, not Calum.  And Luke on the other side of Ashton.

Calum was in his own seat in a recliner, sat upright and solid, completely isolated from the group.  Michael was also sat alone in a similar chair, but still made the effort to join in on the laughter and conversation.

At this point, (y/n) was not only confused, but a little pissed off.

She took a long swig of her beer, gave Calum a pointed look, and then excused herself to the kitchen for another drink.  Where she waited for him to show up just seconds later.

“You alright love?” He asked as he strolled into the kitchen, words sweet, but voice cocky.  (y/n) crossed her arms as she leaned back against the counter.

“What the hell is up with you? You drag me back here with the guys because you need to talk to me, and then ignore me, when you know I shouldn’t even be here in the first place-”

“Babe,” Calum cut off her irritated rambling, and she gawked a bit at the pet name, but before she could continue, he took a large stride forward, practically caging her in against the kitchen counter.  “Why are you so upset?” He asked, feigning concern as he leaned in even closer to her.  His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he spoke again, hands on either side of her on the counter, now actually keeping her their against him.  “Why are you so tense, angel?”

(y/n) pushed herself further back into the counter, trying to put some space between their bodies as their eyes met again.  There was a coy smirk on his lips, telling her he knew exactly what he was doing, messing with her like this.

“Was it all those tweets you were reading, babe?” He asked, and she liked her lips, suddenly they felt very dry.  Calum chuckled as he caught the action.  “I knew it”

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked him breathlessly.

“Didn’t you want to have that talk now? That is why you wanted me to follow you in here isn’t it?” Calum asked, and the irritation in her eyes dissipated into something else he recognized all too well, just not so much on her.  

Lust.

“Did all those thirst tweets from random girls make you a bit jealous baby?” He cooed, hands finding her hips and sliding just a bit under the hem of her shirt, just enough to run the rough pads of his fingers over her skin.  He cocked an eyebrow at her, telling her he was impatient for her answer.

“Maybe,” She murmured out, unable to find her voice due to his distracting touch.  “Just a little bit”

“Really?” Calum chuckled, letting one of his hands trail from her waist to cup just under her jaw, pulling her in closer.  He was leaning over considerably by reason of their height difference.  “I can tell when you lie (y/n), we’ve been friends for years” His ring clad fingers ran delicately down her throat.

When he leaned forward, her eyes fell shut, and a chill ran down her spine as his lips brushed over hers.  It almost seemed unintentional, but (y/n) knew full well that Calum was in absolute control of what he was doing.

“We should get back to our friends before they come looking for us” Calum practically muttered into her mouth, stepping back a bit to leave the room.

Before he could, her small hands grasped the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him back in against her and connecting their lips in a desperate and passionate kiss.  Like her life depended on it, she’d never thought twice about kissing him, she just knew that she needed to before he could leave.

Calum reacted immediately, kissing her back with fervor, his hands setting back on her hips so he could lift her up and set her on the counter.  Her skirt rode up a bit, but she didn’t have a care about it.  Their kiss broke for a moment as she readjusted to be comfortable, but he didn’t let her do much before tugging her right back into his chest, neck craning down to meet her lips again in a fiery kiss.  She tasted of alcohol and her strawberry chapstick and he was addicted to it upon contact, each kiss more desperate than the last, until she was panting against him in silent plea for more.

“Cal,” She murmured his name out softly as he hiked her legs up his hips, so that he could run his hands under her bare thighs and hold her securely against him.  He trailed a few kisses along her jaw, making her tilt her head back in bliss.

He pulled away, eyes flickering over her features and taking a moment to fully appreciate her in this state.  Her eyes were shut, long lashes casting small shadows over her cheekbones.  Lips swollen and pink because of him.  She looked like a piece of art like this.

(y/n’s) eyes opened when she realized he wasn’t about to kiss her again, and a blush settled on her cheeks as she found him staring at her.  She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from smiling too wide and looking like a dork.

“What?” She murmured after he’d just stared for long enough.  Calum shook his head, smiling one of his infamously happy grins, his eyes crinkling and his teeth on display as he looked at her.

“I just love you so damn much, I don’t know why you’d ever be jealous of a stranger, angel” He murmured, a hand cupping her cheek.  She wasn’t sure how he’d gone from irresistibly sexy to adorable and sweet in a matter of seconds, but it didn’t matter, because her heart was swelling beyond maximum capacity and the smile she’d tried to hold back broke free.

“You love me?” She asked, even though he’d said to her clear as day, she needed to know that her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her right now.

“Course I do sunshine, you’re my best girl, always have been” He said, shrugging his shoulder and cocking his head to the side.  (y/n) smiled at him, her hands finally releasing their death grip on his collar to take his face in her small palms, gently guiding him down to kiss his lips softly.  Gentle, and pure, and sweet.

She kept her forehead pressed against his, her hands still holding him close even as their lips parted.

“That’s how I should’ve kissed you the first time,” She whispered to him.  “After a date, all nervous like”

Calum chuckled softly, his hands taking her own and his lips brushing the back of them both before cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her sweetly, as she did him.

“I love you too,” She murmured between small kisses.  “I love you too” She repeated, their noses bumping a bit as their lips met again in a slightly more sloppy kiss.

“Hey where’s the- woah hey!”

Calum and (y/n) pulled apart upon hearing Michael’s surprised words from what he’d walked in on.  The bassist swiftly pulled down her skirt from where it had ridden up pretty high on her thighs, and gave his friend an awkward nod of acknowledgement.

“Guys! They finally did it!” Michael hollered into the living room.

(y/n) sighed, giving Calum a bashful and apologetic look before she slid off the counter she’d been sitting on.  Luke and Ashton came rushing in, one with his arms up in cheers, and the other staring wide eyed and gawking just at the close proximity of Calum and (y/n).

“It’s February, you guys owe me twenty, I guessed the closest!” Luke hollered at the other two.

“You bet on us?” (y/n) asked.

“Luke, you guessed January, it doesn’t count ‘cause it passed.  Ash wins, he guessed May” Michael ignored (y/n’s) comment, while fumbling for his wallet to pay Ashton.

“But I was closest,” Luke argued.  “Doesn’t matter if it happened past my guess, my guess was still closest-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Calum spoke up, taking the twenty dollar bill from Michael before Ashton, or Luke, could.  “You guys are not paying each other over (y/n) and I getting together”

“We’re together?” (y/n) asked softly from next to him.

“Course we are baby,” Calum winked over at her.  “If you’ll have me, but give me a moment,” He turned back to his friends, holding up the money.  “(y/n/n’s) got classes in the morning, so we are taking this, I’m taking her home, and we’re using your money to get her breakfast for the morning”

“Fine,” Luke muttered.  “Congratulations by the way, I knew you two would crack”

“Crack?” Calum muttered, but shook his head, deciding he didn’t want much more of an explanation.  “Okay, we’re gonna head out, ready?” He asked (y/n), who nodded and took his offered hand so he’d lead her out of the house.

“Don’t forget to carry the bride over the threshold!” Luke hollered before they could be out of earshot.

Calum turned to (y/n), squeezing her hand and kissing her temple.

“When’s your last class tomorrow?” He asked, and she thought for a moment.

“I should be finished up by two,” She answered.  “Why, you free?”

He giggled, actually giggled at her response, and nodded his head.

“I say we go on that date you were talking about earlier,” He suggested, opening the passenger door of the car for her.  She hummed and got in, Cal quickly closing the door and getting in on the driver’s side.  “Well? Am I taking you out tomorrow?” He asked, and she grinned, nodding and leaning over the center console to meet his lips in a kiss.

“You sure as hell are” She agreed, and Calum grinned before kissing her again.

They should have done this long ago.

xoxo ~ jordie

[morethanithoughtofficialblog]

Chapter 8: I’m a simple human, nothing more than that.

In which you almost cried in a friend’s house

*Your POV*

I had to go to the doctor to see if my injury wasn't anything serious.

Turns out it was.

He had to put twenty-five stitches on my fingers. Obviously not twenty-five on each of them, of course not. They were twenty-five in total...

Wow, you are such an idiot. Who the fuck punches a mirror?! You'll probably feel worse than before...

And that was true.

The doctor recommended me to avoid any activities involving my fingers. That practically is avoiding any activity at all. But I, being the stubborn woman I am, won't listen to this suggestion he made, although it sounded more like an order. Still, I can't quit my job just because I did something stupid.

So I arrived at my messy apartment, angrier with myself than before. I felt like trash. But, after seeing the pleased and happy faces of all those people, I feel like I can't give up. So I'll continue living...

For now, of course.

I changed into my pajamas and sat on the couch. I surely don't want to go to my room yet, remembering what happened yesterday. Or today. Whatever.

When I was scrolling through the channels my phone buzzed, and I took it without hesitation. I watched TV a bit before checking the notification but I got bored and decided to see it.

Sans: hey

Sans: can i ask u something???

Well, that was new. Sans had never messaged me before; or well, at least not in private. After all, he did say a few jokes and puns to me especially, but only in the chat group with everyone else.

You: Go ahead

I silently prayed for it to don't be something related to my past or my backstory. It's really complicated and hurtful to explain; maybe it wouldn't make me cry, but it would definitely make me uncomfortable.  

Please, not about me. Please, not about me. Please, not about me. Please, not about me.  Please, not about me.  Please, not about me.  Please, not about me.  Please, not about me.

Please, not about me-

Sans: i noticed an injury on ur right fingers today

Sans: wanted to make sure what happened

...phew.

Still, I couldn't just tell this guy that I punched a freaking mirror. He would probably block me and stare at my soul whenever we would meet. And it was for a fact that I will see him more, so...

You: Oh, about that...

You: It was an accident

Wow, that didn't look suspicious at all.

Sans: really?

You: Yeah, pretty much me being stupid

At least you didn't lie this time.

Sans: oh

Sans: it wasn't somethin' serious, tho?

You: A bit

Sans: stitches?

Wait, why does he know about stitches? He doesn't even need them!

You: Actually, yes

Why did you say that?! You are supposed to keep it a secret!

...

Even if he was going to find out anyway...

Sans: oh shit

Sans: how many?

Well, it's not like it's there any point in lying...

You: Twenty-five

Sans: jesus, what did u do?

Sans: r u ok now, tho?

You: Pretty much

Sans: well, that's good, kiddo

I'm fucking twenty-

Sans: welp, that's all i wanted to know

Sans: srry if i bothered ya

You: Nonsense!

You: That's actually really nice of you!

You: I mean, to actually care enough to ask

Sans: eh, it's nothin'

Sans: i was goin' to ask ya there, but thought it would be better in...

Sans: private?

You: I understand; talking about someone's injuries it's not that great of a topic.

You: It would have been catastrophic if Mrs. Dreemurr or Mrs. Arial knew

Sans: yeah

Sans: welp

Sans: i should go by now

You: I bet

You: Have a good night, Sans

Sans: you too, (l/n)

It was quite a conversation, I must say. I mean; Sans called me by my last name at the end, which it's weirdly formal. And, out of all the people, he was the one who asked. Maybe he was the only one that noticed something odd on my hand, but I highly doubt it. It was visibly out of place.

Or well.

At least for a human.

It's hard to remember that we don't have the same problems, physically talking. Some of the monsters that confuse me the most are the skeletons and the fish-like. How could skeletons feel anything at all? One day I heard Arial complaining about how hot the day was, and that's... weird. How Undyne can breathe? She's out of the water! Unless she has lungs...

But wait- skeletons don't have lungs...

This is confusing as fuck.

How could Sans have noticed something odd to my hand, though? It's either he had seen it before on Frisk, or he actually researches a lot about humans. That would be weird as well. I mean, it would be like he had a human fetish. And that's scary.

I'm making him sound like he's a fucking rapist.

I felt shivers down my spine and quickly shook my head. It was disturbing to think like that, to say the least. I don't think someone like Sans could have such a guilty pleasure.

But maybe he's just like me.

I mean- not as a fetish! But more like... curiosity. After all, I do have my doubts about monsters. I just made some five minutes ago. So he has all the right to know about humans as I do about monsters. Or maybe we don't. But hey, how a freak can judge another?

...

Did I just call Sans a freak? I barely know the guy, for God's sake!

I felt worse, naturally. I would apologize to him, but he doesn't know that I called him a freak. He doesn't need to know, either.

As much as I wanted to avoid it, I had to enter my bedroom eventually. This night, though, I decided to take a sleeping pill. And just like that, I was knocked out on my bed, forgetting that my daily dose should be a quarter of a pill.

Good thing I have an alarm, or else I would have been on dreamland forever. Well, I don't remember what I dreamed, but that's not the point. The thing is that I have work to do, so I can't sleep all day.

And so I got ready and went to work, taking the subway like every day. And, for my surprise, I saw a family of monsters hanging out on the subway station. I smiled, knowing that now they can take public services.

I arrived and went straight for a cup of coffee and a mini donut. Miracle there was any food to eat with the coffee; good thing they actually had coffee and not water. I need my drug to start the day. Always.

Such a coincidence I was listening to that song: 'Always' by Bon Jovi. Such a nice and romantic ballad, cheesy and totally different from what I use to hear. But hey, whenever it's a rock classic, I have a reason to listen to it. Especially if it is a ballad of Bon Jovi. They are just unique.

Fun thing: I was listening also to a song called 'Unique', by Lenka. It's not a classic; it isn't even Rock N' Roll, but I like the calm and cheery tone it has. The lyrics have a direct and almost literal meaning, and it's really positive.

The group of monsters arrived, then we headed out of the building.

Yep.

Work wasn't in my office.  

Everyone took their money and belongings with them. We went to a near bank and I made all the changes in their currency to make them dollars. We had agreed that every 'Gold' would be a dollar. 1 for 1. (I remembered a song again. I shouldn't be talking about my whole playlist)

They ended up with a good amount of money. Well, a lot. Some of them had sold their houses in the Underground, so they had even more money. Now, who bought their houses? God knows- that's the answer.

So some of them bought a house. Like, today. This totally surprised me, considering how much time I spent searching for a new place to live, that it's a small apartment. And now they have houses. HOUSES, FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Calm the fuck down, (Y/N) (L/N).

...(L/N).

That kinda reminded me about my conversation with Sans. I glanced down at him and saw that he was talking to an excited Papyrus.

"You look happy" I bluntly said, facing towards him. I froze but quickly relaxed, watching his smile growing bigger.

"aren't i always happy?" he answered, winking an... "eye".

"I mean, for real" I muttered, but I was conscious that he heard me since he stared at me in shock "Shit, I'm sorr-"

"you could say i feel happier. i, after a long time, have a bit of hope about the future-"

"YES HUMAN!" Papyrus shouted, smiling excitingly "SANS HAS BEEN DOING GREAT! HE'S BEEN WAY MORE POSITIVE SINCE YOU SHOWED UP, AND THAT'S A HUGE PROGRESS!"

He isn't that positive, huh? We may be really similar, then.

I could see why he was more positive, though; he got a house for his family, and that feeling is simply amazing. Well... I suppose it must be incredible. I haven't bought a familiar house, but when I got the keys to my apartment, it sure felt great. It must feel similar, if not better.

But he was eager about something else as well, noticing the look he gave to a bookstore. That really caught me off guard, not seeing him as the type to read a lot. Maybe I shouldn't be judging the poor guy just yet. He seems nice to this point, and that's it.

We finished our journey at the new and huge house of the Dreemurr family, everyone feeling like little kids. And with everyone, I include myself. I honestly forgot my problems for a bit and I was hoping to see how these guys reached their dreams eventually.

It's just a matter of time.

"How about if you stay as well, (Y/N)?" Frisk asked with a smile, snapping me back at reality. Wait, WHAT?!

"S-stay?!" I asked amazed, not believing what my ears were hearing. Why would they want me to stay?!

"YEAH! WE WILL HAVE A HUGE SLEEPOVER IN WHICH EVERYONE WILL PARTICIPATE!" Papyrus exclaimed, eyeing Sans and Dr. Gaster there for a second.

"Uh... I don't know..." I started, trying to dismiss the topic. And as expected, I failed.

"it's really late now, kiddo. from what you have told me, it's not good to leave at this time. less if you're a girl" Sans cleverly argued, using my words of that telephonic conversation.

Goddang it, Sans.

"...are you sure?"

"totally"

"Well, if you really want me here..."

Everyone smiled, even that freaking flower (though I bet he won't admit it). I felt a nostalgic wave hit me, but I hold the tears.

You can always cry at night, (Y/N)...

Except that tonight you can't, if you plan to stay.

Shit. If I had grabbed along my pills, it would have been easier. Hopefully, this so-called sleepover would last until morning. Maybe then I'll pass out.

That means no coffee, though.

Shit.

However, it wasn't as bad as I thought. All of them were super nice, and even shy Napstablook opened up once in a while. I felt really welcomed by most of them, making jokes and thanking me for what I've done.

Even if it was really nothing.

"So (Y/N)..." The sassy robot asked, making a fake hum of curiosity... that makes me feel curious as well. "How is your love life, darling?"

I don't think I should tell this guy I'm lonely as fuck...

"Pretty much dead, honestly" I simply answered, trying not to get into details.

"Oh. Did a bastard just left you?"

I don't think I should tell this guy I've always been lonely as fuck.

"Eh... sure"

"That didn't sound too believable, (Y/N)!" Frisk pouted, getting into the conversation without anyone minding her opinion.

...that was rude.

"YES HUMAN! YOU DIDN'T SOUND TOO CONVINCING!" Papyrus exclaimed, making my heart skip a beat for a second at how loud his voice is. I need to get used to this. "...OR DO YOU RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT IT?"

It would have been useless if I lied, knowing how little experienced I am about the topic. They would find out sooner or later that I was a fat ass liar, just trying to fit in and failing miserably. So instead of taking that risk, I decided to take another.

"Actually... my love life has always been dead..."

Mettaton almost choked in the glass of... an unknown drink he was... drinking?

How does he fucking drink, though?

"Darling, what the hell?!" He exclaimed with a remarkable tone of indignity in his voice, gaining the attention of the others in the room... who weren't paying attention before. Oh my god, why?! "We need to get you a date! Like, NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Eh... what about no?" I answered, trying my best to escape. And, as expected...

I failed.

"WHAT ABOUT YESSSSSS??????????????????????????" He snapped back annoyingly, making me feel like the stupidest person on Earth. Maybe I would have really lied if I knew he would be like this about my non-existent love life.

"Me-mettaton" Alphys intervened, with an instant look of regret after spitting out that word. Please save me. "I do-don't think you should judge her that easily. I mean, everyone has their reasons. I bet she does as well"

"...fine!" He sassily exclaimed, faking their annoyance "Just don't say that I, an expert in love lives, didn't try to help!"

ohmygodthankyou

"...sure thing, Mettaton" I sighed, mostly in relief "Sure thing"

And so the night continued, not without me being able to avoid all their questions. I was okay with telling them about the surface, but my life... now that's another thing. People say I should be proud of what I've done, either in school and work, but it's hard for me to see it that way. And so my pride is substituted by doubts and insecurity, feeling not good enough. Because maybe if I tell them too much about me, they would not like me anymore (if they ever did, in the first place). And even if it's really selfish, I enjoyed their company more than anything in ages.

And I didn't want it to stop.

My time there was pleasant until it was 1 am. Frisk and Papyrus were seemingly tired, and Sans added that "his brother would get cranky without his bed story" or something like that. I felt a rush of panic hit me like a brick, realizing that it would be impossible for me to sleep at this hour.

And knowing that I couldn't do my nightly shenanigans made me feel worse.

Panic, then, was starting to get mixed up with anxiety, while the others were discussing who should get the couch-

wait a minute.

"Uh... I can sleep on the couch if you want me to" I interrupted, hoping that this would be a good idea.

A lot of the people arguing told me countless times I shouldn't take the couch since I was "the guest", but my insistence and my insecurities were way stronger than all of their goodwill combined.

Or maybe not, but the point is that I won.

Everyone went to sleep, some of them even hugged me before leading to their temporary rooms. I smiled, feeling happy...

Wow. Never thought I would use that word again.

Don't get me wrong, my life it's not that shitty. I mean, if we get ourselves more reasonable, at least I'm not in the middle of nothing dying from starvation and from having a fucked-up mind. That's something I should really feel thankful for, except for that last part, since my mind it's actually a huge mess.

Still, I can't consider myself being happy. Or more like... satisfied? Yeah, that must be. I've always been exigent with myself, feeling the pressure of keeping people's expectations high. I don't want to fail them. I don't want them to see me how I see myself. That's why I smile, I laugh and even cry when I don't want to.

To feel more human.

To feel sane.

To keep moving on.

Because I know that other people might need my help in, well, anything! I just can't give up if people in worse situations haven't. That would just make me look and feel worse.

But it's really worth living just for the others and not for myself?

I mean, it's not like I'm completely selfless. I consider myself really selfish at some points. Because I also do things to keep myself sane, to keep myself out of trouble, and hell, to even keep myself out from the death list.

I'm scared of death, no doubt about it. I'm scared of letting go before I find someone that truly cares about me...

...maybe I should listen to Mettaton. But a broken heart would be unbearable to me. Falling in love is a risk I can't take, less if I'm in this state.

I mean, look at me! I've been diagnosed with anxiety, depression, and a high fucking IQ which I'm not proud of at all! I question reality often, I doubt how capable I am to do even the simplest of tasks, and I can't even establish a normal conversation without freaking out! I sometimes even ask myself if I don't have schizophrenia, for God's sake!

My mind went blank when I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. That warm and familiar feeling made me want to scream and punch a fucking mirror again. I contained myself, though, when I see in the darkness the green couch I was laying on.

I couldn't make them worry about me.

I just couldn't.

And so I softly removed the tears from my face and shut my eyes, not before noticing a blanket that, as far as I could remember, I never grabbed...

[fineline-live]

Never Be • lrh

Title: Never Be

Reader Pairing: Y/N and Luke

Rating: eh it’s fluff just bc i need some Lu fluff rn

WARNINGS: mention of panic attack, description of panic attack

Description: Luke never realized how loud he kept his guitar and microphone amps until he heard a girl humming a song about herself.

For the past 18 years I’ve looked out the same window in my room to see that tan garage, the same four boys growing up while walking in and out of it. It was my neighbor Luke’s house, his three friends having grown up hanging out with him. We were all for the most part the same age, their friend Ashton being the oldest by a year or two. The garage was Luke’s bedroom, his parents fitting it to look nicer but also withhold all the noise of the instruments he would play. Luke and I were considered best friends, having grown up together. When we were younger we’d always play outside together, and as we got older we’d settle for smaller things like a movie night or even just a video game filled sleep over. Now as we both reached the age of 18, the quiff haired boy started to become more reserved, only really ever letting one person come over anymore, and that was Michael, myself getting demoted from bestest friend to even just acquaintance.

I watched as the red haired boy pulled up in his shitty broken down truck, getting out and walked in through the garage door. I eventually just shut my curtains, irritated that I wasn’t the one getting to go over and talk to Luke about his day. It’s been months since we even had a movie night, which is rare considering we’d have one at least twice a week. I turned back to my notebook, doodling the smallest things, writing words in fancy fonts, doing anything that could get my mind off of my evergrowing loneliness. I heard Michael’s truck door slam and couldn’t help but look out the window to see him get back in his truck and drive off. He was only with Luke for a good five minutes, leaving me to wonder why he left so quick. I shrugged and went back to doodling, soon hearing the sound of an amp being loudly plugged in. It was probably just Luke setting up his guitar for something.

It was a couple minutes until I started to hear the strumming of chords. I set my pencil down and opened up my window so I could hear better, something Id always do when Luke would play something. The song he started to play didn’t sound familiar though. Usually he would play some type of cover, but I couldn’t pick out what this was. He started to sing along, his voice soft with the music. I pulled up my desk chair next to the window and just sat there for what felt like hours, Luke playing the same song over and over again, perfecting his rhythm and his tone. He eventually stopped playing, leaving me to open my eyes and collect my surroundings, having had sat for so long. I turned back and grabbed my pencil and notebook from my bed and write down what lyrics I could remember from Luke singing.

“I need your love to light up this house,

I wanna know what you’re all about,

I wanna feel you feel you(?) all night

I need to tell you that it’s alright (?) you look fine (?)

....

We’ll never be as young as we are now

It’s time to leave this old black and white town

Let’s seize the day, Let’s run away, Don’t let the colours fade to grey

We’ll never be as young as we are now

As young as we are now”

It was all I could remember, just pieces of what I thought were the words. The tune was stuck in my head though, the chorus sticking out most to me. I had finished writing down parts of it when I heard the garage door slam, Luke trudging out while looking at his phone. He looked the same as he always had. Tall, lanky, pale, quiffed blonde hair, black skinny jeans, and a pair of vans. He hasn’t changed at all in demeanor, so part of me still questioned why he pushed me away so much. I just shrugged, having already dealt with the hurt in the past, not caring enough to go through it again. I closed my window so I wouldn’t have to hear anything. There was a knock on my door, my mum opening it to reveal the sounds of chattering down the hall towards the kitchen. “Foods done.” Was all she said, shutting the door and walking back down the hall. I sighed, wondering who she invited over now, and tightened my arms around my sweater, the autumn weather causing a breeze throughout the house.

I walked down the hall, voices laughing and talking about several different subjects. While walking around the corner I peeked my head to see who was here before taking a deep breath. My feet had already carried me to far to back up, my hands beginning to shake. Liz was here with Celeste, Jack’s girlfriend, talking to my mum about something. Andy, Jack, and my father all having a conversation about a new surf line that Rip Curl came out with. And then there was Luke who just walked in, standing awkwardly in the corner, nodding along to things his dad said. That’s why he finally came out of his room. Liz was the first to notice my appearance, becoming overly excited and loud. “Y/N, sweetheart! How are you?” She walked over for a welcoming hug, squeezing me tight, Celeste doing the same after. “I’m good!”

I walked over towards Jack, giving him a tight side hug. “Hey, dude,” He laughed, hugging tighter. “Wassup, dude.” We both chuckled, Jack keeping his arm around me as they continued talking. Andy reached his hand out for a fist bump, smiling at me as my dad brought up dinner. “Dinner is done if everyone wants to grab a plate!” Everyone smiled at each other, walking to the kitchen island to get a plate. I turned back to look at Luke, a frown on his face as he watched me walk away. I gave him a half assed smile, him not even bothering to return it. I rolled my eyes and turned around, getting my plate of food and following everyone to the larger table we had for when guests were over. We all sat down, Luke ending up in the last spot which happened to be next to me, even though I talked to Jack the whole time.

When we finished eating, everyone sat around the table still talking. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through it as Luke was doing, and without realizing started to hum a tune in my head. I couldn’t figure it out so I just kept repeating it over and over, trying to remember what song it was. Luke had looked up from his phone at me, analyzing the song and his eyes going wide when he heard it. I noticed my phone was about to die, so I got up and walked towards my room to plug it in. As I was plugging in my phone, I didn’t notice Luke walk in behind me until I heard him close my door. “Jesus, Luke.” I held my hand to my chest to try to steady my breathing. “How do you know that song?” His voice was low, almost terrified. I set my phone down on the windowsill and shrugged. “Calm down, mate. You play it all the time.”

His eyes went wider if possible. “You hear me play it?” I nodded my head, not getting why he was so worked up over this. “D-Do you know the words to it?” I shrugged again. “Some of them. It’s kinda hard to hear you through the garage walls, but I can pick some of the words out.” His hands flew to his face, covering it and sitting on the edge of my bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This cannot be happening.” I looked at him confused, wondering what he was so upset over. “What?” He shook his head, rubbing his eyes and taking deep breaths. “You can’t fucking walk in here and make a big deal over a fucking song when you don’t talk to me for five months, Luke. That’s not how this works.” I crossed my arms against my chest as he slipped himself down to the floor from the bed. His shoulders started heaving, and his hands kept rubbing at his eyes and covering his face. From all the years I knew Luke, I knew what the symptoms were.

I crawled down to my knees, making my way over to his shaking body. He made gasps for air as he rubbed his eyes, trying to get out of the headspace he was in. “You’re okay, Luke. You’re okay. I’m right here, I promise.” I knew unless Luke initiated it, touching him would only make it worse, so I kept my hands to myself. I kept talking to him softly. “Lu, breathe, love. You’re okay.” One of his hands left his face, reaching out to grab one of mine, trying to tell me he needed me close. I scooted closer to him, wrapping my arm around him and trailing my hand up and down his back. I rubbed softly as he tried to call himself down, his breathing still erratic. “Let’s count, Lu. Up to five and then we’ll hold our breath for five more seconds. Can you do that?” I started counting, having to restart every few seconds due to Luke not being able to gain any composure. I knew I’d have to be patient with him, so I just kept starting over, giving him any opportunity to join. His breathing started to slow, choked words finding their way out. “O-One, two, three, f-four, five.” He held his breath, counting to five again. We repeated the process together a few more times until Luke could fully regain his breathing, his face not as red as he was. I pulled him into me, continuing to rub his back, his shoulders shaking every once in awhile from a staggered breath.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” I asked softly. He took another deep breath, nuzzling his face further into my neck. “The songs called Never Be.” I nodded my head, waiting to hear what else he has to say. “I-It’s about, about loving someone and being stuck in a small sh-shitty ass town like th-this.” I rubbed his back softer, leaning my head against his. “Did you write it for someone?” His breath choked in his throat, his body starting to shake. “I cant tell you that.” “That’s okay! It’s okay, Lu. You don’t have to tell me anything else if you don’t want to.” I whispered. He took a shaky breath, exhaling against my neck. “You’ll think I’m crazy if I tell you who it’s about. Especially after how I’ve treated them lately.” My mind started to race, thinking of anyone it could be about. He hasn’t had any girls over in the last couple of months, so I was left confused. “Try me,” I offered.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. I craned my neck and looked down at him. “For what?” He shook his head with a sad smile. “For just going MIA on you. Just fucking leaving you to fend for yourself. For not being there for you. For being a shitty best friend. Fuck, I’m probably not even your friend anymore after how I treated you.” I sat against my bed on the floor, with Luke leaning against me. My hand rubbing his back, and the other one reaching down and fidgeting with his fingers. “Was it about me?” His breathing got warmer against my neck, his body trying to pull away. “M’ sorry. I shouldn’t have written it.” I pulled him back to look at me, our fingers still awkwardly intertwined. “You said it’s about loving someone? And being stuck in a shitty town?” He nodded his head, staring down at our fingers.

“I got scared,” he whispered. “I knew that if I told you how I was feeling that you’d probably just laugh and tell me to fuck off and stop joking. I tried to push the feelings away, and I figured if I pushed you away, they would go with, and they didn’t, and I fucking cried myself to sleep for the last five months because you’re over here living your live and I’m so in love with you that I start to panic and can’t think straight. And I just got so scared. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been in love.”

Tears sat in my eyes, tears of confusion, and being overwhelmed, and being in love. I grabbed Luke’s hand tighter, interlocking our fingers for good. He started to ramble again repeating all of his earlier words. “Shut the fuck up, Lu,” I laughed softly. He looked at me confused, wondering what he said wrong. I smiled at him. “The more you talk, the less of a chance I have to kiss you.” His eyes went wide, a blush creeping onto his face as I softly pulled his face in towards mine. His lips were soft and warm, and they felt like something that I didn’t wanna let go of. “So what does this mean?” Luke asked pulling away gently. Our foreheads sat together, our noses bumping, our breaths mixing. I couldn’t help but lean in for another small kiss. When I pulled away I smiled, a small giggle escaping my lips.

“It means pack your shit and get your keys because we’re leaving this shitty ass town.”

[spermendes]

WHO? [S.M: COLLEGE AU SERIES PT 1]

Description: Shawn finds himself renrolling into his junior year of college after not taking a liking to the start of his career of being a musician. With renrolling, he finds a liking to a girl he had never seen before.

N.E

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The odd feeling of being renrolled back into college rushed back to the brunette as he had finally made it back onto campus. His parents insisted on driving him back to campus when he arrived home, and helping him unpack but he brushed them off, telling them that he’d be fine as he had Brian with him. He told them to relax, and he’d come to visit as soon as he could.

It wasn’t long until the two college students were on their way back to campus. The music on the usual level that was high enough for the two boys to hear one another talking. Brian slowly caught Shawn up on what has happened since he resorted to doing online college when his music career kicked off after his freshman year of college.

They were now seniors, ready to finally finish their last year of college so they could live the rest of their lives in peace. Shawn was studying music as a major in his first year, but changed then decided to change it. He changed it back, and decided maybe it was better for him to finish his degree in music before continuing on with his career.

“Did you hear about Geoff?” asked Brian.

Shawn shook his head. “No, what about him?”

“He got a girlfriend man, and she is hot!” exclaimed Brian.

Shawn just let out a laugh at his best friend, knowing fully well what he was like. He knew that his best friend would have most likely tried to get with Geoff’s girlfriends friends, and no doubt, failed at it. He had no game, whatsoever.

Shawn turned the steering wheel, pulling into the campus car park near their apartments. When they first started college, the two of them shared an apartment, while Geoff and Ian shared one in another apartment around the corner. Brian hadn’t found another room mate to share with, because that’s Brian for you, and kept it in case Shawn ever came back.

Lucky he did, otherwise he’d have no where else to stay. He’d have to find an apartment off campus, and they were damn near expensive for a college student. The boys were lucky to find the apartment they got, as it was a last minute one the owner they had consulted with, had put on the market, as their original apartment had been taken before they had enough money for it.

Shawn and Brian carried the boxes of Shawn’s stuff up to the second floor to their apartment, where they placed them into Shawn’s room. Shawn let out a sigh, taking a seat on his bed. It was definitely good to be back. He’d actually missed college, crazily enough, because it kept him constantly busy, not that making music wasn’t. It was just different, and he liked it.

Music was doing his head in, he couldn’t deal with all the stress and the ridiculous amount of lack of sleep. College was a little better, as he didn’t have many classes that started ridiculously early, like 6:30am, as 8am were his latest classes, most of them were 7:30am starts, apart from one, which started at 8am. He liked the earlier ones, because he was so used to getting up early to go to gym. Now he could go before class and after class if he was motivated enough.

In no time, Shawn had his stuff unpacked, and his clothes packed away in the cupboard. There wasn’t that much room in the boot, so he put his guitar and amplifier, and piano in the back seat, which Brian had grabbed for him while he was unpacking his stuff.

A knock on the door caught his attention, causing him to look up at the door from his place on the bed. His phone in hand, as he scrolled through his Instagram.

“I was going to get something to eat with the boys, did you want to come?” asked Brian.

Shawn nodded his head. “Why not? You can show me what’s changed around here since I’ve left, if you want.”

“I’ll take that as a deal!”

The two of them left the apartment, meeting Ian, Geoff and Geoff’s girlfriend Roxie, at Shawn’s car, before they made their way to the closest McDonalds. It also happened to have a Subway in the same building, which Roxie went to after she ordered her food at McDonalds and left Geoff with the receipt.

“It’s good seeing you Shawn,” said Geoff.

“You too Geoff. I miss it here,” replied Shawn.

They were waiting in line for their food, as the drive thru was too busy and it’d take just a long, if not, a shorter amount of time to order in instead. Once the food was collected, and Roxie had the two foot longs she ordered, they were on their way back to campus to the oval.

Apparently the first pre-training for track and field was on, and Roxie’s best friend was supposed to be there. None of the boys but Geoff knew why Roxie had bought two subs, as she had bought McDonalds as well.

They took a seat on the bleachers once they arrived, beginning to eat their food while they watched the training. There quite a few people out there, easily more than a hundred. A few doing running, a few throwing, a few jumping, some doing hurdles, and some just training in the middle.

There weren’t many spectators, but then again it was only the first training of the season. Shawn was sure that once the competitions started, it’d only get busier, with a lot more athletes and a lot more spectators. Track & Field was a very popular sport, Shawn figured that out in his freshman year, but he was sure it had only grown since.

“Shawn, what are you studying?” asked Roxie.

Shawn quickly turned to look at her, smiling slightly. “Majoring in music.”

“Ooh, can you sing?”

“Like hell he can’t! He’s on the verge of becoming one of the most popular artists under 25. If he didn’t give it up!” exclaimed Geoff.

Roxie’s eyes widened at the news. She wasn’t expecting to meet a celebrity of some sort while she was at college, nor did she expect it to be a student either. Or one of her boyfriend’s best mates.

“Celebrity eh?”

Shawn just shrugged a little. “Eh, barely.”

“Barely my ass!” exclaimed Ian, a mouthful of fries.

Shawn just let out a laugh at him. “Oh shut up. Maybe a little celebrity, but not that big. Not yet anyway.”

Roxie nodded her head, while Geoff looked over at Shawn from his seat. A knowing smirk on his lips, but he just kept the secret to himself. Nobody but him knew that he thought about going back into the music business after college, nor did they know why he chose to take a break from it either.

When the food was finished, the group of them continued to watch the athletes train. There were a few teachers and trainers out there helping each individual, or small groups of people in that particular sport.

Shawn noticed a brunette girl with her trainer on the outskirts of the track, near the front seats of his bleachers. They were talking privately for a few minutes, before the girl was lining up on the starting gate, a blonde girl on her left, and a red head on her right.

“Why are they lining up?” asked Shawn.

He didn’t really know much about Track & Field, he was more into team sports, like Ice Hockey and Basketball. He figured the group knew quite a bit about it, as they spent quite a lot of time here apparently.

“Practice runs for the 100m sprints. Their documenting their times down to see if they qualify and if they’re still in shape after the break. Some of them are probably newbies and need an idea of how fast they need to be to qualify and be selected,” explained Roxie.

Shawn looked over at Geoff with a smirk. “Damn Geoff, you got lucky! She’s got more brains than you,” he teased.

The group let out laughs at the comment, while Geoff just rolled his eyes. Roxie chuckled beside him, leaning into his side, eyes still on the track. They watched as some of the other runners and trainers gathered around to watch.

The sound of the gun went off, and the runners were off. The brunette girl was in front by about two feet, with the blonde and the red head in tie. The leader sped up immensely, crossing the line a good metre and a half in front of the other two girls.

“Jesus Christ, less than ten seconds,” commented Geoff.

Roxie let out a laugh. “She’s getting better. Those girls had nothing against her, there was no way they’d catch up.”

“She was almost two metres ahead of them!” said Ian.

“By the looks of it, they’re probably freshman who haven’t got a lot of professional training,” said Roxie.

Shawn just watched quietly, still listening in on the conversation between his friends. The brunette girl, dressed in a pair of Nike pros and a Nike bra, with random numbers on it, made her way back over to who Shawn guessed to be her trainer. He gave her a high five and a hug, before everyone gathered together in the middle of the track.

There was a short meeting about results and a note was handed out about something, before everyone started departuring in different directions. Roxie smiled and waved at one of the athletes, before they went to the change rooms.

Shawn wasn’t sure what they were waiting for now because the training was finished, but he noticed that the two foot long subs that Roxie had bought still hadn’t been touched. He had a feeling there was something nobody was telling him.

“What are we waiting for? The training’s finished isn’t it?” asked Shawn.

“Yes, we’re just waiting for Roxie’s best friend,” replied Geoff.

Shawn nodded his head, sitting in his spot quietly while watching people pack up the equipment. Brian leaned over to him after speaking with the rest of the group, talking into his ear quietly.

“Remember the hot girl I was telling you about earlier?” asked Brian.

“Is she Roxie’s friend?” asked Shawn, connecting the dots.

Brian nodded his head with a grin, which made Shawn let out a chuckle. It sounded like Brian had a small crush on whoever this girl was, but Shawn couldn’t really say anything until he’d met her.

A brunette girl dressed in a pair of black Nike sweat pants, a Nike hoodie, and Nike runners, made her way over with a black and purple Nike sports bag hanging from her shoulder. To Shawn, he noticed her hair was down and it looked like she had just showered after training.

Roxie greeted her best friend with a smile and a hug as she made her way up the bleachers. The girl gave Geoff a hug, before sitting down near them and placing her bag down beside her. Her eyes flickered up to Ian, Geoff and Shawn’s, and she waved at them.

“Hey boys, long time no see,” she said.

“Hey Y/N, good to see you,” said Brian.

“Praticing hard as I can tell,” said Ian.

Y/N just gave a small shrug with a smirk, taking one of the subs from Roxie. It now made sense, one of those subs were for this girl, Y/N. She unwrapped it, thanking Roxie, before she looked back up at them.

“What can I say? I just have a damn good trainer,” replied Y/N, taking a small bite.

“Definitely! You smoked those girls!” said Brian.

He was talking about the race earlier, the one with the three girls, the one Roxie explained to Shawn. It was where the brunette girl had won the race by a good metre or two.

“I just train a lot harder and more often than not. Those girls were only freshman, you could tell by their starting positions. They haven’t had the proper training,” explained Y/N.

“Or maybe you’re just full of yourself,” remarked Shawn.

Everyone looked up at the brunet in surprise, while Y/N just bit into her foot long. Roxie glared at him, while Ian, Geoff and Brian just shook his head at what Shawn had said. The brunette knew there was always someone who always comented on her success.

“Or that. I just tell myself over and over again that I can beat them, and it just fuels me to go faster. I guess that’s probably what you’re thinking right?” replied Y/N.

“I’m not trying to be rude, but I believe that you think so highly of yourself that the little ego function in the brain tells you that you’re able to beat them. That’s why you do, not because of anything else.”

Roxie then turned in her spot, staring up at the man she had only just met today. She couldn’t believe what he was saying right now. There was no way that the boys hadn’t told him how successful she was, and that it was all in her genetics.

“I don’t think you two have met before,” said Roxie.

“I don’t think it matters Roxie. It’s probably all in her head, there’s no way someone could beat anybody by that much in a college sprint.”

Y/N let out a scoff at Shawn, finishing her first footling. She scrunched up the wrapping, sticking it in the McDonald’s bag that Roxie had beside her. She looked up at Shawn yet again, still not even knowing what his name was.

“It’s not my ego, whatever your name is-“

“-Shawn.”

“It’s not my ego, Shawn, it is in my genetics. I bet you probably don’t even know what that means, anyway, beside the point, it’d take to long to explain the back story of that too. It’s in my genetics, I can’t control how good or bad I am at running, it’s just who I am. It’s not my ego telling me whatever so I believe that I can beat them. It’s just who I am,” explained Y/N.

“If you know so much, and I don’t know so much, then explain to me why you’re so good.”

Shawn had no idea why he was saying any of this. Maybe it was because he was hoping to either, be outsmarted by an athlete, or be slapped across the face for being a smart ass towards a girl who he thought looked absolutely incredible. He was usually a gentleman, today he was someone completely different, and none of his friends knew what he was doing.

“Okay then. Genetics means it runs in your blood. Meaning your family, your parents, your grand parents etc. It isn’t my ego, because it is in my genetics. My father was an athlete for twenty two years, an Olympic medallist. My mother was an athlete for eighteen years, an Olympic medallist, before she had me. So were my grandparents, it runs in my blood on both sides of the family for generations. So, no, it’s not my ego, it’s my genetics.”

Fuck, Shawn thought.

He just got absolutely destroyed by this girl he’s never met before, and he didn’t even mind one bit. The fact that he didn’t mind was what has got him confused, he didn’t know what was going on with him.

It was quiet after that, nobody really knowing what to say to what had just happened. When Y/N had surprisingly eaten both of those subs, the group decided to show Shawn around again before dropping everyone off at home. Geoff and Roxie had a family get together to go to, so when they got back to the apartments, they were the first to get out.

Ian and Brian sat in the back, after Y/N won a fight for the front seat between the both of them. Ian was dropped off at his apartment, before Brian offered to let Y/N go home, but she declined, claiming she wanted to stay for a little bit longer to see how Brian would explain things to Shawn.

They drove around the campus for about three quarters of an hour, before Brian had to go to Football try outs. Shawn dropped him off and let Y/N show him the way to her apartment building. It was a five minute drive from Shawn and Brian’s apartment, which was handy.

When Shawn parked the car, Y/N climbed out to grab her bag from the back of the car. Before she could leave without a word, Shawn decided that it was probably the best time to apologise to her.

“I’m sorry about what I said. I wasn’t trying to be a dick. I’m kind of new to the track & field side of things. I’m not usually like this.”

“It’s okay. You’re the first person to ever question why I am so good at what. Nobody really cares actually, they just want me to become better,” replied Y/N.

The two of them smiled at one another gently, a small silence over coming them both. The radio played softly from inside Shawn’s car, and it settled the mood a bit.

“I better go. I have to be up early tomorrow. I will see you around?” said Y/N.

“If you continue to hang around those group of idiots, I’m sure we will meet again.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, which made Shawn laugh slightly too. She nodded her head in agreement to calling the group of friends idiots, because they definitely were. She couldn’t even argue.

“I’ll see you around,” said Shawn.

“Bye Shawn.”

Y/N smiled at him, before she waved goodbye and started making her way into the building. Shawn let his head roll back and hit the seat head behind him. His hands resting on his thighs as he let out a deep breath. He didn’t know what was going on with him.

Who was she, and what was she doing to him?

[alucywarner]

~♥ FUTURE PLEASE ♥~

[Okay, so wife was wrong. Wife was dead-wrong. It was not five minutes after Lucy had walked out the door that Maddox heard the beginnings of some fussiness. That fussiness that happens when a baby wakes up and is about to start screaming. And, tbh, he was praying, nay, begging that whichever child that was would go back to sleep for the rest of the allotted time that was given to him. 

BUT NO. Merry Bravo is an asshole, even as a baby. Yes, Merry started it. Who else? The fussy, quiet cries turn in to all-out wailing, and this sets of twin chain-reaction, because Merry’s crying is immediately followed by Beau’s crying, and Maddox is rubbing his face again, calling towards the nursery.]

Dad’s coming!! [He sounds like he going to his death.]

[In he goes to what I’m gonna say is probably a shared nursery, because why keep twins in other rooms when they’re this young? Yikes. He’s gonna go to the loudest offender first, and, yes, that is his little evil princess, Merry. He’s gonna pick her up, and start bouncing on his way to pick up the other evil child, Beau.

He’s bouncing, and he’s bouncing as he’s walking towards the kitchen, because, hey, if they woke up, it must mean they’re hungry now, right? They’re still crying, anyway, so that must be it, eh?]

Gonna make it hard on Dad, aren’t we~~? 

[So, he puts the children in their respective bouncy seat things as he goes to prep that milk, my dude. And yes, wifey was right, he’d at least done this before, so no, getting a bottle ready was no trouble. HOWEVER, he’d never had to feed both of the children at one time, since Lucy was ALWAYS here, and they’d each take a twin, but noT TODAY.

So, once he’s tested that milk, and he’s decided it’s not too hot for his young children’s mouths, he has to come up with a plan of attack here. And so, scrambling, and so confused, he’s like ‘UH’, as his children keEP SCREAMING. Like, can the children hold the bottles up themselves by now? Will they choke on milk if he lets them do that? Oh, GOD, if one or both of the twins choked to death on milk on his watch. JESUS. 

He comes up with this. He’s gonna bring their bouncy seats close together. He’s gonna double-fist those milk bottles like his teenage-self double-fisted red solo cups, and he’s gonna hold both bottles of milk while each child drinks BOO YAH. GOOD IDEA. 

And, ah, the quiet. His ears were still ringing from the double screaming. He’s proud of himself for that one, though. CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS OF A FATHER. HECK YEAH.]

See? Dad’s not a complete moron, is he? [That’s in a complete baby voice, and I wanna cry.]

[It goes well, minus that time Beau started coughing in the middle of the bottle, and Maddox almost had a heart attack, but everything was TOTALLY FINE. He just managed to get hiccups from drinking that Ba too fast, y’all. The piggie. 

BUT YES, other than all of this, Maddox feels totally accomplished in his bottle-feeding abilities. Like, hey yaaaa, I don’t need Lucy to feed my kids. I can feed my kids all alone, so long as she leaves some food behind, you feel me, because he can’t really provide that. Yup.

However, how does one burp two babies at once? Does it have to be at once? Can one wait a little while, or will that hurt their stomach to wait? Is he gonna have to put one on each shoulder? Does he have the coordination to burp two babies at once without dropping one? 

Lucy had told him to text with any questions, but, lbr, Maddox is just too stubborn to text Lucy and ask her anything, despite the fact that he’s currently the Mr. Krabs meme, all because he’s worried about his babies getting a screwy stomach from not being burped in time. 

Here you will see a speedy-af googling of ‘how do i burp twins’, and an even speedier scrolling. ‘One on the lap, one on the shoulder’ YES. GOT IT.

He’s gingerly taking his sweet babies from their seats so as to not make them, YOU KNOW, SPIT UP? And away he goes. Okay. Yes. This is easy. But oh, GOD, what if Beau (on the lap) burps before Merry? Is he just supposed to leave the kid laying across his lEG? This confusion was way too much. 

I’m gonna say the gods have smiled down upon him, though, because there’s almost a simultaneous burping, and he breathed a sigh in relief.]

Good to see you two are actually looking out for your old man. Thank you so much. Shit. I mean-- heck. 

[He adjusts them kiddos, one in one arm, one in the other, because we gotta move now, probably back up to the nursery, because oh dear, one or the other or both probably need a diaper change. Cue the dramatic music. So, up to the changing tables we go. And here it will be much easier, because we can just put the one not getting changed into their crib. 

One would think, right? WELL.  

As soon as he’s placed Merry down, she’s right back to screaming, and Maddox becomes the Mr. Krabs meme once more.]

Hey, hey. Merry-- shhh. Just give Daddy one second, okay? I’ll pick you back up in one second.

[Maddox, you can’t logic a six-month-old. But he’s trying anyway, and he’s gonna try to hand her a toy which, honestly, in a perfect imitation of her older-self’s attitude, she’s gonna throw it right back at Dad’s face. He purses his lips, and there’s a Beau giggle even. Merry’s still screaming.] 

Thank you, Lucy Jr. [That’s directed at Merry.]

[The devil child is still yelling, but Maddox has got to get this done, ya know? Diapers must be done, and so he must block out the yelling of his daughter, while he has to dive into this. Diapers-- this is something else he’d done. Many... many times. Who knew something so tiny could make sO MUCH-- ah. Yup. There we go. THANKS, BEAU. There’s an eye roll to the ceiling.]

Sorry, kiddo-- [This is directed to Merry again.] This might take longer than I thought. 

[And he’s gotta dELVE INTO THIS WITHOUT THOUGHT, BECAUSE IF HE THINKS ABOUT IT TOO MUCH, HE’S GONNA YELL HIMSELF. Fatherhood-- gross, man. 

But, he did get through the toxic waste known as an infant diaper, only to tune back into his other child’s screaming, and he remembers that he has to dEAL WITH THIS AGAIN. 

Then he doesn’t have to deal with it again, because HEY, NO TOXIC WASTE TO BE FOUND IN THIS DIAPER. He sighs out a deep sigh, because thank Christ. He leans down further to his lil sweetie.]

I ever told you you’re the favorite??

[As if six-month-old Beau actually understands this, there is another toy whipped at Maddox. He looks back at his son with an eyebrow raised, because GOOD ARM, KID. LIKE YOUR MOM.] 

I’m joking, buddy. Come on. [Arms out to his sides like, don’t do this to your old man. I’m trying my best.]

[BUT GUESS WHAT? In this break, Merry’d decided she was gonna be a little shit, by, well, NOT LITTLE SHITTING, THAT’S FOR SURE.]

OH-- FU--S H... CRAP. 

[He’s scrambling again, trying to put that dirty diaper back under her, as to not waste a fRESH ONE, but that damage is already done, and, oh boy, it’s gone everywhere. He just slumps and awaits the dam to close back up, because no sENSE IN TRYING TO KEEP IT ALRIGHT NOW. 

Merry, now, is the one that is letting out lil baby laughs. And really, it melts his heart, because baby laugh, but it’S ALSO SO NOT FUNNY.] 

I’m glad you think you’re so hilarious, kiddo. [He’s got a smile he can’t hide though, because man his kiddies are just the best, aren’t they? So fun and adorable. The cutest, even if they’re lil shits.]

[The diaper is changed, and now it’s time to head on back out, because now he figures it’s time for him to have to entertain the children. And, oh boy. That’ll be easy WON’T IT? Sighhhh. Pt 2 out.]

[housecity101]

Street Gang!AU: Wanna Date?

Okay, I know that this was supposed to be posted since last Friday, but I kept thinking and writing some more, so oh yeah. It’s another long fic ;)!

Another special Chanzaria one-shot for you all, centered around my Street Gang!AU, where Chansin takes Blizzaria on a date, and lots of teenage hormones ensues. So yes, this is pretty much a Human!AU, as you can see that Blizzaria’s name will be changed to “Elizabeth” because...why not? Also, if you squint, there’s special mentions to Chansin and the bros’ parents around here, but that’s going to be developed for another time in my Bros!AU.

Plus, it’s going to be a little steamy near the end, but thankfully, it’s not that much. But if you want the whole big damn thing along with a special smut thing, then PM me if you want. I know you guys don’t want to so okay XD.

But enough about me, enjoy my dumb fic XD!

Chansin felt himself flustering up over looking at his phone on his hands.

He can’t do this. Can he? It would be too freaking embarrassing, really.

I mean, he and Liz had already started to become a couple by a week, and now he’s nervous about asking her on a date. He’s surprised that Liz hadn’t asked him out yet, as she’s probably being patient for him to ask her out first. So he certainly can’t disappoint her. He has to make this call.

Turning on his phone, he scrolled over to his girlfriend’s number before wincing a bit. No, no, he can’t. It’s too late.

“Come on, Chansin, quit being a pussy!” He said to himself before groaning. “Let’s get this over with…”

Elsewhere, Elizabeth was at home in her bedroom, scrolling through messages on her phone until she receives a call from her boyfriend. Eager to answer, she immediately picked up.

“Oh hey, Chansi—“

“Doyouwannagoonadatewithme!?” She heard him speaking so fast.

She then blinked in confusion. “W-what?”

Chansin felt himself slapping his face in pure stupidity. “Aw shit, wait!” He groaned before taking a deep breath. “Look, I know we’ve been together for like what? Days or so? But I was thinking that, you know, we can hang together, alone or something—“

This caused Elizabeth to form a smile. “You mean like going on a date?”

“Ugh…yeah.” He sighed. “God, this is so cheesy…”

He then heard his girlfriend giggle a little over the phone. He hoped that she wasn’t laughing at him, but he’s pretty sure that it was unlikely. “Look, that’s fine. I wouldn’t even mind going out with you. It’s just that I never expected you to ask me out in the first place.”

Chansin chuckled a little. “Actually, I was thinking that you were going to first, seeing how maybe you’re into that romantic stuff more.”

“Well true, but I was waiting to see if you were ever going to ask me instead.” Elizabeth smiled slyly.

“Shit I knew it!” Chansin gasped in an audible whisper. He could hear Liz laughing again as he can’t help but smile. “Okay fine. So uh, when you wanna do it? Like, on a Saturday, or…?”

“Actually, we can do it tomorrow, this Friday.” Elizabeth answered. “My little sister says that she’s going out tonight to see her friends. She said its “personal stuff”.”

“Oh uh, alright?” Chansin could tell that her sister was up to something pretty sinister. She was always evil under those innocent eyes. “Well, I guess we’ll hang by the morrow. I’ll pick you up at six then?”

“Six o’clock is fine! But actually maybe I could walk over to your house instead?” Elizabeth asked.

“Fine by me.” Chansin nodded. “So, I’ll see you then, babe.” He then remembered something. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot!”

“What is it?”

The dark-skinned teen made a sly grin, smirking a little. “Make sure to wear something hot. Y’know, to show who we are?”

Elizabeth groaned, rolling her eyes. “God, you are such a pervert. Ugh, alright.” She then smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you then.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up his phone, Chansin landed on his bed in frustration. “God dammit!” He looked at the ceiling above him, wondering as to how he was even going to do this. He’s not really that type of fancy or charming guy. He was a street punk for crying out loud! He’s pretty much loud, brash, and full of himself. He only expresses his true feelings to Liz and not in public.

He has to do something to impress his babe. Otherwise, she’ll just think that he’s not worth it. But then again, he would rather do something his way. He wasn’t really into taking his girl to fancy dinners and crap like that. He was going to take her into something more rebellious…

By the time Friday rolled around, Chansin exited early out of the school as usual to meet up with the rest of his gang. After telling them the news, they were obviously excited and really proud of him. The gang leader was thankful for the comments, though he did scorned as a few dirty ones. He told them to watch over their base, in case if any rivals or other goons interfered.

When he went back home, he greeted his three older brothers at the living room, receiving a warm hug from Gleam. Their parents were already out on a two-day vacation at another town, so the eldest of the bros was in charge until they get back. Chansin didn’t want to tell them about his date tonight, but after accidentally spilling it out, he had no choice but to tell them really.

And their reactions were obviously expected.

“Aw, I’m so proud of you, little brother!” Gleam beamed, giving him a small hug. “Who is it? What is one of your friends? Elizabeth, is that right?”

Chansin blushed a little, looking away for a bit. “Uh yeah. We’re keeping it cool.”

“WHAT!?” Once he heard the loud cry of his brother Sheen from afar, Chansin simply groaned. Why can’t he just talk about certain females without Sheen breathing on his neck all the time?

He soon faced his slightly-older brother, coming close to him with a glare. “What’s up, Sheen?”

“What’s up!?” His brother yelled at him. “What’s up is that you’re actually dating that blue-haired girl! I was supposed to have a chance with her!”

Chansin just sighed at how much of a pervert he was. He didn’t even bother yelling back at him, he just remained calm as usual. “Eh, whatevehs. All you do is treat women like fucking sex toys.”

Sheen then growled. “THAT’S NOT TRUE—ACK!”

Snee appeared and dragged Sheen away by the ear, ignoring his rants of letting him go. Chansin chuckled a little in amusement as he then walked up the stairs. “If anybody needs me I’ll be getting ready soon for my date or whatever.”

“Oh okay! Just let me know if you need anything!” Gleam called out politely.

And then Sheen just had to ruin it. “And if you’re cancelling your date, let me know so I can have that girl’s number!”

Chansin even groaned louder. He wanted to fight him, but he’s just too focused on his date. However, he heard some cries from Gleam and Sheen, so thankfully that will keep that pervert occupied for a bit.

Five minutes to six on the clock and Chansin was starting to get ready for the night. He just got out of his own bathroom after taking a nice, warm shower. When it comes to going out, it’s usually a shower. But when it comes to the weekend, he puts on some bath bombs to have a nice bath. But that’s only when he feels the need to be pampered. But that wasn’t the time, he wanted to feel like himself.

He didn’t really know what clothes to wear. He obviously doesn’t want to wear a tuxedo to impress Elizabeth, it would be too much. So instead, he put on a white, buttoned shirt with a leather jacket and some blue jeans. Now he feels like himself.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell rang as he decided to come downstairs, rushing down to make sure that Sheen won’t answer it.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“It’s me!”

Chansin smiled a little. She was finally here.

Preparing himself, he opened the door as she appeared right on his doorstep. Chansin immediately widened his eyes over her looks.

Elizabeth was wearing something rather simple, but pretty. A long casual blue dress with a white sparkly pattern over a jean jacket. Without her little clip, her hair was flowing down nicely, just how Chansin wanted it to be. She smiled shyly at her boyfriend, waiting patiently for his response. She even giggled at him looking shocked. He must be impressed.

“L-Liz…” Chansin spoke up, blushing a little. “You look beautiful…” And then he ruined it. “Aw man! I thought that you were wearing your usual outfit!”

Elizabeth then made a small glare while scoffing. “Oh jesus. You expect me to go outside while looking like a hooker? You gotta be kidding me…”

“Well duh! It’s to represent who we are! But uh…” He turned away a little. “You still look hot.”

Elizabeth then made a smile. “Why thank you.” She said softly. “I’ve never seen you think of me like this before.”

The gang leader groaned a little. “Yeah, so what? I mean, I don’t like to express some mushy feelings towards you in public. I just needed the right time to do that when were together.”

He then heard her laughing again as that managed to make him smile. Everytime she does that just makes him feel good for some reason. He guesses that this is what being together with a romantic partner feels like. Sure, it’s always cheesy but in the end, it just feels great.

They then decide to head out, right after Chansin says goodbye to all three of his brothers first. Sheen didn’t even bother before obviously ogling at Elizabeth, in which he received a beating from his younger brother after that. Gleam gave Chansin a warm hug and gave him some pointers of being safe around the streets and returning home safely. These things would always ignore Chansin, but then again, he understood that his older brother really cares for him. Gleam had told him to return home at 10 once his date was over, but Chansin convinced him to return home at 11, in case his date goes on even longer. This was able to change the eldest’s mind, though he was a bit worried.

Chansin and Liz left the house after that as they walked up to the garage door, where Chansin’s bike was spotted. He then sat on it, motioning his girlfriend to sit next to him. “C’mon!”

Liz can’t help but smile. “Ah, you’re using your bike huh? Why not something cool like a motorcycle or a car?” She said teasingly.

This made her boyfriend glare at her with an annoyed huff. “Yeah yeah, I know! My ride looks like shit! I do want to get a motorcycle, but then again, if I do, then my parents would know that I’m a freaking gang member.”

“Oh, I see.” Elizabeth said.

Chansin then made a grin. “So then, what are ya waiting for? Hop on!”

Elizabeth walked up to the bike as she carefully sat down on her seat, holding on to Chansin’s shoulders as they started to leave out. Chansin blushed once she was holding down on him. It felt so distracting, but rather nice. They were riding the bike down the neighborhood, passing many houses and a few people along the way. All complete with the sun slowly fading into the night. Things like this would always be so peaceful to them, well, in Elizabeth’s opinion.

After a few minutes of silence, Liz spoke up. “So, where are you taking me first?”

Chansin smirked, giving her a devilish grin. “Oh what we’re doing tonight is special.”

Elizabeth was now intrigued. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well you see, since we’re both gang members and all, I’ve decided that were gonna have ourselves a rebellious night!” Chansin explained. “Just you and me!”

“W-what!?” Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Are you crazy!? We can’t just do something dangerous!? Were seriously going to do that for our date? We could get ourselves arrested!”

Chansin rolled his eyes and chuckled a little. He knew that his girlfriend would object this. “Aw c’mon, babe. You’ve been joinin’ my gang for weeks, and yet, I’m surprised that you still don’t have any rebellious stuff in ya. Well tonight, you’re gonna start having it.”

Liz then facepalmed. “Don’t tell me. We’re going to rob stuff or something? Because I won’t be a part of this…”

And now he got annoyed. “Ugh, geez, it’s not gonna be like that! It’s just gonna be some simple stuff!” He said. “Besides, I’m sure that my rivals are obviously gonna lay on random chicks or mugging shit. But you know I don’t do that…”

“…How come, really?” Elizabeth asked him, wondering as to why.

Chansin looked at her for a sec before making a sigh. ��Ah, it’s alright. If I’m making you upset over this, then I’ll just end it here, ‘right?”

“N-no! Don’t do that!” Liz objected. “We can still do our date. We’ll just have fun, our own thing.”

The dark-skinned teen’s expression changed into a smile. “That’s cool. But don’t worry, it’s gonna be great. Trust me.”

Elizabeth smiled as well. There was something about Chansin that she actually admired. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he truly shows concern for her the most when no one’s around. Though he is a very troublesome boy, so it’s hard for her to keep her patience on him.

After a few minutes of riding downtown, Chansin spoke up. “So uh, where do you wanna go first? Ya hungry, ‘cause I am.”

“Um yeah, I guess I am hungry.” Liz answered, feeling the same thing as well.

They then stopped the bike at a sidewalk. “Well, how about we order some pizza?”

“Aw, are you sure you don’t want to take me to a nice, fancy restaurant? It would be romantic.” Elizabeth suggested, making a teasing smile.

Chansin thought for a moment before waving it off. “Nah, maybe another time. Besides, we are gonna start something fun together.”

“Ugh, does it always have to be pizza?” Liz groaned.

“Not all the time, but on special occasions, we do order it.” The dark-skinned teen picked up his phone before searching for the pizza place’s number. “So, what toppings do you want again?”

“Well I usually have sausage and olives.”

“Why not mix it with pepperoni?” Chansin grinned.

Elizabeth gave him an annoyed look. “No. I’m not really into pepperoni.”

“Ugh, alright. I’ll just ask for a half and half then. One side your toppings, and my side pepperoni.” He said. “Deal?”

“Deal!” The blue-hair girl simply smiled.

After ordering their pizza, the teenage couple rode their bike down to the local pizza place a few blocks away. Making sure that the bike was parked perfectly, they walked their way to the doors as Chansin open one of them for Elizabeth. “Ladies first.” He said in a sly grin.

His girlfriend made a little giggle. “Why thank you.”

The two then entered inside the building where their pizza was fully ready, being tucked into a plastic bag along with a few napkins. The pizza guy handed Chansin the hot box of pizza, making a small smile. “Here you go, sir. That will be $7.98.”

Chansin nodded once he received the box. “Ah okay, cool. Uh…” Suddenly, his eyes widened as he pointed into something from the back of the pizza place. “Holy fuck is that a bat in the kitchen!?”

The pizza guy turned back, already alarmed. “A bat!? Whe—“ But, there wasn’t no bat. At all.

Once he turned around, he spotted Chansin running away with the box, laughing manically. “YA DUMBASS! Hahaha!”

Elizabeth growled as she instantly facepalmed at her boyfriend’s stupid trick. Feeling sorry for the man, she gave him the exact change to pay for the pizza. “Here you go.” She gave out an apologetic smile, at least, attempting to since she’s feeling enraged at Chansin. “I’m really sorry about that. My boyfriend is always like this.”

The pizza guy smiled as he was given his change. “It’s no problem. Have a good night.”

“You too.” She waved a little at the guy before leaving. And outside into the streets, her screams of rage can be heard once she chases after Chansin. “Chansin, you JACK!! STOP MOVING YOUR ASS AWAY FROM ME!!”

“You want some napkins?”

Elizabeth didn’t even responded at Chansin’s question, but she did took some napkins to wipe her hands before taking another bite of her pizza.

The two of them stopped at a small park, eating their dinner together at a bench. The pizza box was set in the middle as they would take out a slice whenever they please. While taking large bites off of his pepperoni pizza, Chansin can’t help but recall what just happened earlier. He was laughing his butt off when he fooled the pizza guy into stealing some food, and laughed even harder when Elizabeth chased after him. But that quickly ended once he saw her looking angry. Beyond pissed.

Sure, he had seen her go angry at some moments, but this was a whole new low. Liz soon caught him by punching him in the shoulder as payback and forced him to sit on the back while Liz took control in driving the bike. He already knew not to underestimate his sexy yet fierce girlfriend. And he had known this a few times where she had kicked his ass before.

A fucking moron he was.

He soon got out of those thoughts as he waited patiently for her to respond while eating. And then she did.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” She said.

Hearing this, Chansin started to smirk. “Well, so what? I mean I wasn’t really going to steal the pizza anyway. I knew that you would pay for it.”

Elizabeth turned to him with an annoyed glare. “Yeah, but if I didn’t had any money, then we would be freaking arrested on the spot!” She hissed.

Chansin just looked at her calmly as he turned back. “Man, I was just playing around.”

“But that would have gotten us into some serious trouble!” Liz said before sighing. There was no point of arguing with him. He wasn’t in the mood at all. Noticing that their dinner was finished, she picked up the empty box as she got up and threw it away in the trash bin. “Look, let’s just…” She sighed again. “Let’s just go home. It’s getting late anyway…”

But before she could go, Chansin grabbed onto her hand as she looked back at him, her face having a tint of pink.

He looked really concerned, though a bit nervous. He sighed a little before responding. “Listen, I know what I did was fucking dumb, but I didn’t mean to piss you off like that. I just wanted to have some fun with you, that’s all. So maybe…” He then made a grin. “Maybe, I’ll make it up to you?”

Elizabeth looked at him, unsure of what to say. “W-well—ah!” She was then dragged down by him as they approached his bike.

“C’mon, hop on and let me take you out.” Chansin said, smiling at her. “There’s still more time for our date, trust me.”

The blue-haired girl was still not sure about this, but with some reasonable thinking, she responded with a small smile. “…Okay.”

Chansin and Elizabeth let the park a few minutes ago as they were riding their bike to their next stop. Liz really enjoyed holding on to her boyfriend while he’s riding, it made her feel nice, as is she was feeling safe beside him. Chansin on the other hand easily enjoyed it, made him feel proud, but also admired it. Ten minutes in and they soon made it to the local movie theater.

“Well, this is our stop.” Chansin said, as he and Liz got off the bike.

Elizabeth smiled at him. “Oh. So you’re gonna take me out to see a movie, huh~?” She said in a flirtatious tone. “Didn’t know you had it in ya.”

Chansin grinned at her. “What else would I do for you?” He chained his bike tightly onto the bike rack. “Now, follow me.”

Liz was at first rather happy that Chansin was going to see a movie with her. Whatever they watch, they know that they’ll be with each other. But however, her smile slowly faded as she was taken into a dark alley right beside the theater. “Um Chansin, this isn’t the entrance.”

“Oh yes it is, babe.” Chansin smirked. “So you see, we’re gonna sneak into an R-rated movie.”

Instantly, Elizabeth’s eyes were widened. “We’re going to see an R-rated movie!? Are you nuts!?”

“Wait, keep it down for a sec!” Chansin whispered.

“No, I won’t!” Elizabeth whispered back. “We can’t sneak into an adult movie! People might see us and we’ll get caught!”

“Heh, as if those bastards will.” Her boyfriend smirked. “Just follow me and I’ll show you.”

Elizabeth at first wanted to object once again, but still, she does want to make this date a little more “fun”, so what other choice does she have? As long as they don’t get arrested…

She soon followed Chansin to the back of the large building as she looked at the metal door that seemed to be unlocked. “This is the entrance?”

“Yep!” Chansin said proudly. “The gang and I had used this baby before whenever we wanted to see some naughty shit that’s in store.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Why are you such a pervert?”

“Because I am.” Chansin laughed, though his girl was still not amused. He took out a secret key to the door as he struggled to open it until it was finally unlocked. “Damn, I haven’t used this door for a while.” He slowly opened it as the inside was completely dark. “Ladies first?” He grinned at Elizabeth.

His girlfriend was showing some signs of fear. “U-um, well I’m not sure…”

“Why? How come?” He asked her.

“I don’t know! I mean, it looks so dark in the—AAH!” Elizabeth made a small scream as Chansin pushed her in a little. “Chansin!?”

“Don’t worry, I’m here!” He called out to her before closing the door. “I got you, promise…” He even held onto her hand to make her feel a little better.

“God, why is it so dark in here?” Elizabeth asked, feeling a little calm.

Suddenly, Chansin hugged behind Liz. “I don’t know…” he said in a low voice. “Maybe it’s for us to y’know~…” He rubbed on Elizabeth’s body a little, even touching one side of her breasts.

A small slap to one of his hands made him stop instantly.

“Do that again, and I will kill your ass.” Elizabeth threatened him.

Chansin chuckled, though he was quickly reminded of her fierce glare back when he “stole” the pizza. “Easy, Liz. I was just joking.” using his phone as a flashlight, he motioned Elizabeth to another door in the front. “Now this door leads to one of the storage closets. I pray to god that it’s not cramped like last time.”

“Oh? What happened last time?” Elizabeth asked curiously.

“We were walking pass the items, and B3’s large body got himself stuck to one of the props. So we had to pull him out and we were caught after that.” Chansin groaned, grimacing on that forbidden day. He soon heard Elizabeth laughing a little, which soon made him smile again.

Opening the door, he and Elizabeth slowly entered the storage closet, closing the door behind them. Thankfully, the closet wasn’t filled with too many stuff unlike last time. It was a bit easier to walk out. As they reached the closet door, Chansin used the key to unlock it, slowly opening it to see that they were finally inside the theater. “Alright, the coast it clear. So we can move.” He whispered.

The two carefully got out of the closet, closing it while checking to see that nobody was watching. “Well, here we are.” Chansin grinned. “So, you wanna go see some adult flicks?”

“Um, are you sure you don’t want to watch those harmless, little teenage movies that are appropriate for us?” Elizabeth suggested, a little playfully.

Chansin was obviously not amused as he folded his arms. “Yeah, no.” He then grabbed her hand and moved out. “C’mon! I know what we can see!”

“Oh jesus…” Elizabeth groaned, having no choice but to follow him.

The two sneaked their way through the hallways, passing by workers and security guards from keeping them suspicious. Chansin was searching to see which movie he wanted him and Liz to see until he spotted the perfect one. Right in front of them, was one theater labeled “Theater 10”. And the poster that show what movie is playing was entitled “The Witch’s Cauldron”. Chansin instantly grinned in delight. “Aw yeah, this is the one.”

“The Witch’s Cauldron?” Elizabeth read the movie title.

“Yeah! It’s some horror movie the peeps at the school were dying to see!” Chansin’s grin beamed even more. “Check out the rating!”

His girlfriend looked closer at the rating. “Rated NC-17 for adults only—oh god!” She jumped up a little. “We’re going to see an adults only movie!?”

“Hell yeah we are.” Chansin nodded proudly. “This movie features all of that horror bloody shit, but it also has the best parts!”

“Don’t tell me…” Elizabeth felt like slamming her head against the glass-sealed poster.

“All of the sex scenes aren’t censored, at all. It’s gonna be like experiencing a porno for the first time.” He then made a sly grin. “I know you wanna see it.”

Elizabeth was already blushing like mad before shaking her head. “N-no! No way! I’m not gonna see it!”

“Aw c’mon babe, it’ll be great.” Chansin put his arm around her. “And besides, I’ll be right beside you whenever the best parts come in~.”

Elizabeth blushed even harder once he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Not to mention that seductive voice, and that sexy smirk. She felt so tempted. She doesn’t want to do this, but yet, she soon felt her rebellious side coming on her. With a loud huff, she grabbed Chansin’s hand and marched right in. “O-okay! Okay, let’s just go!”

Chansin was at first confused, but now his grin grew wider. “My Elizabeth, I didn’t knew you had it in you~.” he teased her further.

In response, Elizabeth, punched him in the arm again, in which he started to laugh. She groaned as to how rebellious he was, but then again, she was doing this for the both of them.

They silently went inside the theater and observed the entire area. It wasn’t that crowded. There were some people in there, most of them being couples. The two decided to sit together in the back, as it feels more comfortable this way. As they were far from the other people in the front, truly alone together.

“Aw man, there showing previews first.” Chansin whispered. “But that’s cool with me.”

“How come there’s so many couples in here?” Elizabeth asked him, still looking over the guests in their seats.

Chansin turned to her with a devilish grin. “Take one guess.”

Elizabeth didn’t really understood that until she started to blush at what he meant. Now she knew why couples were in here. To make out, and do something more than that. “W-well, we are certainly not going to do it here.”

“Nah, we’re just gonna make out and stuff. I mean, having sex in other places is kinda neat, but it’s not my style. I rather do it in bed, or maybe even the stairs.” Chansin chuckled a little at his joke.

But then Elizabeth asked him a question. A rather lewd one. “…Have you, ever had sex before?”

This little question caused Chansin to turn his face into a crimson red. His girlfriend was looking at him confusedly, but she could tell that he was hiding something. Wanting to stop, he then made a fake grin. “Heh, we’ll there was this one girl…”

“You’re still a virgin.” Elizabeth easily heard through his lies. “Admit it.”

Chansin growled in embarrassment as he choked up a small. “Yes!” And moved himself away from Elizabeth in anger.

Elizabeth meanwhile can’t help but laugh once again.

Later on, the movie had already started as the two of them sat silent over the first half. They wished that the movie would just cut to the best parts already, but then again, they might not even care about the story at all since they’re slowly starting to feel attracted towards each other. They both each took some longing looks at one another before paying attention to the movie.

“Hey,” Chansin whispered. “Do you want some popcorn, or…?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m actually kinda full from the pizza…”

Chansin smiled at her before moving his hand on top of her hers, holding on to it. The duo looked at each other smiling, already feeling some comfort.

By the time, the “best parts” were coming into play, they spotted a few couples starting to make out on their seats. It was slowly starting to spread as all of the couples get into sensual intimacy one by one. Chansin and Elizabeth both felt a little nervous, Chansin especially, since he was feeling the urge to at least prepare it with Liz and just get it on. But he was unsure if she was ready for it. After all, she was only 17 and he was 18. They were too young to do this. But, this is surely supposed to be from Elizabeth’s thoughts. He was all about breaking the boundaries, doing things a more rebellious way. But he doesn’t even know why he was acting this way.

But then again, they’ll just make out, that’s all. They kissed before, it’ll still be alright!

Elizabeth soon felt a bit relaxed as she comforted her head onto Chansin’s shoulder, in which he started to blush. The two looked at each other, completely silent of not knowing what to say. After staring for a few minutes, their faces went closer until they were pulled into a warm kiss.

Both of them felt surprised. But this wasn’t the first time they had their kiss. The first time felt so nice and passionate, so they’re going to do that again. They prepared to kiss again until the sound of a blood-curdling cry alarmed them. But it was just a part of the movie resuming again. The duo looked at each other, blushing nervously, as they chuckled a little.

“Heh, um, sorry about that…” Chansin spoke up breathlessly.

“N-no.” Elizabeth said softly. “That’s fine. You were a really great kisser…” She gasped a little once she felt him kissing on her cheek. She looked back at him with an adorable, nervous smile.

“It’s no prob, really.” Chansin smiled, not afraid to give her that kiss.

They decided to continue watching the rest of the movie until they could hear some whispering from the front seats.

“O-oh, Bobby…! Faster, c’mon…”

“I-I’m trying…”

The couple blushed as they immediately recognized those voices. “Holy shit, that’s Bobby from history class…” Chansin whispered.

Elizabeth added. “And that must be Sara. I thought she hated him but…”

They then can’t help but chuckle as they resumed watching the movie.

It seems that they weren’t the only teens from school watching…

After the movie, the two managed to escape the theater from the main entrance, sneaking pass through workers as on cue.

“Man that movie kinda sucked balls.” Chansin complained. “But at least the effects and sex scenes were cool.” He reached his bike from the rack as he unlocked the chains. “How about you?”

“Well, it wasn’t that bad really.” Elizabeth said before making an annoyed look. “But it’s obvious as to why you wanted me to see it with you.”

Chansin responded with a sly grin. “Well hey, if we did copied those teens, then you would had a better experience watching it.” He then laugh which caused Elizabeth to groan. “So, are you thirsty or something?”

Elizabeth came to that realization as she nodded. “As a matter of fact, yeah. I guess I kinda am.”

“Well hop on and let me get you something.” He said, allowing her to sit close to him.

The two were kept silent while riding their bike into the downtown area of the city. Elizabeth instantly recognized this type of area before. The neon-colored signs, the slightly empty walkways, this was the area where the local nightclubs were. Only the special ones where older teens and young adults would sneak into. Elizabeth had been in one before, where she and Chansin’s gang hanged out at a poker bar and were kicked out when she realized they didn’t had any money. One of the most embarrassing days of her life…

“Wait, you’re taking me to a bar?” She asked him, feeling unsure. “We’re not going to that one before are we? Because we were kicked out that time.”

“Nah, babe, we ain’t going back there again.” Chansin said. “That place was shit anyway. Were gonna go one that has all of these nice drinks.”

Thinking of what he meant by that, her eyes widened. “You mean alcohol!?”

Chansin groaned again. When can she just keep calm for a moment? “Liz, it’s not like that trust me. If you don’t want no beer and crap, then that’s cool.”

Elizabeth sighed. “Of course, you had drank before.”

“Well, only on special occasion!” Chansin gave her a playful grin, in which Elizabeth didn’t shared.

They soon stopped at a small nightclub that had those neon-colored signs showing off. Chansin felt pissed that there was no bike rack so he just hid it deep within the dark alleyways, hoping that no one would steal it.

“Alright, let’s hang!” Chansin grinned as he opened the door for his lady.

Elizabeth smiled a little at his kindhearted gesture before walking inside with him. She really liked it when he always opens the door for her. Showing that he can be a pretty sweet gentleman overall, even though he can be a bit brash. As they entered the building, she was surprised to see so many people in here, dancing to some modern day pop music. She even spotted a few couples grinding each other or even making out in a few corners. It made her feel a little uneasy, but as long as she’s by Chansin’s side, then she’ll be alright.

Her boyfriend leader her to a large bar table as they sat down together in the tall stools. She had a bit of difficulty sitting on them though, but she can manage. Elizabeth watched as Chansin was greeted by the bartender. “What do you want?”

“Just give me a small glass of vodka, but mix it with some lime.” Chansin answered, grinning a little.

The bartender turned to Elizabeth. “And you?”

Elizabeth felt unsure on what to have. She noticed that most of the drinks are definitely alcoholic. She sworn to never drink any beer or wine until she was like 21. But she felt too much pressure in her as she just laid out what she wanted. “G-give me a small glass of lemonade.” She stuttered. “A-and mix it with some vodka!”

As the bartender left to make their drinks, Chansin turned to Elizabeth with a shocked expression, his mouth almost being agape. “Liz…”

Elizabeth realized what she just did as she clasped her hands on her face, blushing in embarrassment. “Oh god! Oh god oh god oh god!” She muffled.

“Hey, it’s cool.” Chansin gave her a smile. “I didn’t knew that you wanted vodka.”

“I didn’t knew why I wanted to drink any alcohol…” Elizabeth sighed.

“Look, you don’t have to drink all of it.”

But that still wasn’t enough to cheer up his girlfriend.

The bartender soon handed them their drinks as Chansin eagerly took a hold of his glass. He turned to Elizabeth, who received her lemonade and felt uneasy about drinking it.

“It’s alright. Just go ahead and take a sip.” Chansin convinced her. “It’s not like it’s gonna kill you.”

Having no other option left, she took a small whiff of it. It does smell like the lemonade she wanted, but it had a hint of the alcohol as wall. She slowly moved the cup towards her lips, and within seconds, she took a quick sip and set it back on the table.

It tasted rather…nice. All she tasted was the lemonade, but nothing from the vodka.

“So how is it?” She heard Chansin calling her as she turned to him, who is wondering if she was alright.

“…It’s…” Elizabeth made a weak smile. “It doesn’t taste bad, really.”

Chansin then made a grin. “Heh, I knew you had it in ya.”

“Knew what?”

“That you’re finally showing off how much of a rebel you can be.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Yeah right, that’s not even true.” She said, folding her arms.

“Weeell, you did had the balls to enter an adults only movie with me.” Chansin snickered, before receiving another punch to the arm.

“Oh shut up!” Elizabeth grinned, already feeling a little better. “That’s because we had no other choice left!” She then whispered. “Though I did wished we did it…”

Unfortunately for her, Chansin had already heard what she said before moving up to her with a sly smile. “Ah, I see now~.”

Elizabeth gasped as she laughed nervously. “D-don’t be stupid! You didn’t heard anything! Just pretend I didn’t said it!” She excused herself before taking huge gulps of her drink to ease her.

As he watched her finishing down her glass, Chansin decided to break her. “Well if you want to do it now, we could if you like~.” She immediately spat out the little droplets in shock as Chansin laughed again.

Elizabeth’s face was to a near-deep crimson as she hit Chansin in the arm a few times, her boyfriend still cracking up over her reaction. “God, you’re a fucking perv!” She shouted at him, starting to laugh as well. But then she stopped once she realized that she had actually cursed. For the very first time in years. She covered her mouth as Chansin gave her an impressed look.

“Man, you must have the guts to say that. I’m really proud of you!” He grinned, giving her a little pat on the back.

“So what, I can swear whatever I want.” She said in a little daze.

“I think it’s the alcohol taking its effect on you.” Chansin said with hints of concern.

Elizabeth’s face blushed as she started to laugh. “Wha? Ah no man!” The alcohol was starting to affect her as she wobbled her body around on the seat. “I’m friggin’ cool!”

Chansin can’t help but snicker a little at her drunken speaking. It was rather funny seeing her like this, and her face was feeling a bit sexy to him. He kinda like her making a sly face. Something he finds to be cool. Wanting to help her up, he held on to Elizabeth’s body to keep her from falling, though he started to blush once she breathed close to his chest. It made him feel tense, like, too tense. Elizabeth’s eyes were already closed until she slowly opened them and looked at Chansin.

The dark-skinned teen’s blush began to deepen. She looked so beautiful, as if she was clinging on to him, demanding him to go all in on her. But wait, why would he really think of that? Something strong was coming from Chansin’s lower region as his eyes widened.

Oh fuck! He thought to himself.

Looking at him for too long, Elizabeth started to make a dopey smile. “Hey, Chansin…”

“Y-yeah?” Chansin stuttered nervously, pushing her back a little, only for her to cling on back to him.

“…Have I ever noticed that you’re fucking sexy?”

And now Chansin was starting to feel a little uneasy. He prayed to god that nobody was staring at them. “Alright Liz, I’m gonna take you out now.”

“Aw c’mon, sexy man!” Elizabeth whined. “I wanna take a look at ya nice face!” She moved up to Chansin, licking her lips in delight. “C’mere, ya big boy~.” She purred in a low tone.

“No wait, Eli—MMPH!?” Chansin tried to reason with her until his lips were smashed so forcefully into Elizabeth’s. He tried to push her out, but in resulting them to land in the floor with a loud thud.

Chansin winced in pain from the hard fall, though he was glad that Elizabeth was left unscathed. She had already started to pass out on top of him, making Chansin blush. He soon started to see some people staring at him, no this was getting embarrassing. He picked up Elizabeth from the floor and carried her out of the nightclub fanatically.

How embarrassing this date had been…

Waking up in a mighty jolt, Elizabeth finds herself already holding on to Chansin, who was riding on his bike with her.

She started to get confused. The last time she was up, she ended up at a nightclub taking a nice drink and now she was here, feeling a little tired. Whatever happened to her a while ago must have not been so pretty. She then noticed that Chansin was riding up to a different location, some part of town she never been to before.

Wanting to break the silence, she called out to her boyfriend. “Chansin?”

Chansin immediately paid attention to her once she called his name. He then turned to her. “Oh good, you’re awake.” He smiled a little. “It seems to me that the alcohol had faded from you fast.”

Elizabeth blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Oh you don’t know? Well, you’ve been drinking some lemonade mixed with vodka and you started to become drunk for like five to seven minutes.” He explained to her, not helping but smirk at the funny yet embarrassing little memory.

“WHAT!?” Elizabeth screamed, almost louder for anybody outside to hear. “I WAS DRUNK!?”

“Heh yeah, you were. As a matter of fact, and I ain’t trolling you or anything, you literally said…” He then repeated what she said to him, talking like her in girly tone. “Have I ever noticed that you’re fucking sexy?” He then laughed again.

Elizabeth almost slapped herself in the face. “Oh my god, why! I actually did underage drinking! Am I a freaking idiot?”

“Nah, not really, but you were pretty cool though.” Chansin responded, trying to at least reassure her.”

“…Are we going home now?” Elizabeth said, hoping that this night would be over already.

“Not yet, because I wanna show you something first.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. What is it he wants to show her exactly? She prayed to god that it’s not another rebellious place…

As they were getting into the forest area, Chansin started to smile. “Alright, I want you to close your eyes.”

“Ugh, do I have to?” Elizabeth asked him.

“Why yeah! It’ll ruin the surprise!”

Elizabeth gave out a faint chuckle as she murmured an “Alright, alright…” and did what she was told.

Chansin made it pass through a large hill that was located deep in the forest. He knew that this was a good spot to finish off his date with Elizabeth. “Okay, now get off of the bike but keep closing your eyes!”

“Really?” Elizabeth said but did it anyway, making sure not to fall off.

“Okay, now let me guide you.” Chansin then covered her eyes with his right hand while carrying the bike with his left.

The two of them started to climb up the hill, though there was a few bumps then and there and nearly made Elizabeth fall, but thankfully, Chansin was able to help her out. Elizabeth knew that she was walking on a hill, Chansin wasn’t good of keeping it secret for her. But she still wanted to know how all of this will lead to. As they soon reached the top, Chansin made a grin as he let go of Elizabeth’s face. “Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

Elizabeth soon opened her eyelids just in time to see such an incredible sight. She fully stared at the amazing view of the city before here. It looked so amazing. The city lights gleaming over from down below just makes it even more beautiful.

“O-oh my god…” She can’t help but smile widely.

Chansin chuckled as he stood beside her. “Amazing, huh?”

“Yes! I’ve never been to this part away from town before! How did you manage to find this spot?” Elizabeth wondered, still staring at the sight in awe.

“Well, when I’m alone, I usually come here to just relax and stuff…” Chansin explained. “I mostly visit here late at night, during the summertime, it’s more peaceful that way.” He then sat down on the ground, motioning his girlfriend to do the same. “You wanna sit next to me?”

Elizabeth nodded. “Sure.” as she then sat beside him. She then tensed up once she felt her hand being touched by his, in which she looked at him with a smile, her face having a tint of red.

Chansin sees her as he turns back with a huff, blushing a little while hearing his girlfriend giggle. He then sighed. “…I’m sorry…”

“About what…?” Elizabeth asked softly.

“Ugh, about our freaking date!” he shouted. “I kept making you feel uneasy and I didn’t even realized it until we went to the nightclub!” He sighed again. “I don’t even know why the hell do you even bother being with some guy who’s just a loser. Both sides of the coin…”

Feeling sorry for him, Elizabeth moved closer and comforted him. “I actually had a nice time.”

Chansin scoffed. “Heh, oh really?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth smiled. “Well, I was really upset that you dragged me into some troublesome stuff lately, especially with the fiasco at the nightclub, but that’s okay. Because, the truth is, I really do like being with you. You’re the reason I unexpectedly joined you and your friends anyway. Not that I wanted to mess around, but to at least make new friends, especially with the leader who’s just an adorable jerk.” She teased a little, softly hitting his shoulder.

This was able to get Chansin’s spirits back up once he started to laugh. “Don’t you mean sexy?”

“Nah, you’re always cute in my eyes.” Elizabeth giggled.

But then, Chansin slowly unbuttoned the three holes on his shirt, instantly revealing the top part of his chest. “How about now~?” he said, instantly teasing her.

Elizabeth soon blushed at the sight of his chest. “O-oh god…” Turning away, her blush became heavier. She completely forgot of how attractive Chansin is, which is surprising really. He’s actually quite the looker when it comes to him surviving the hells of gym class, not to mention his usual gang clothes. Those white bandages tightening over that well-built six pack would always make her stare uncontrollably. And the moment he takes off his blue coat, hot damn was it always a sight to see. Elizabeth really wanted that for herself…

“Ah, I see~.” Chansin hugged behind her, whispering in her ear. “You really do wanna go at it…”

Elizabeth laughed nervously, her face already turning red. “S-shut up! That’s not true!”

Chansin laughed again while buttoning back his shirt. “You know, I’m really glad to be here with you.”

Elizabeth smiled warmly at him. “Really…?”

“Yeah. You’re a really cool gal to be with.” he answered so shyly. “Y-you’re smart, funny, and jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot.” Elizabeth tensed up at his comment. “And plus, I like seeing you showing off your bad side once and a while. It’s pretty cool actually. Now if only me and my gang would see you like that more often. You’ll be even cooler to hang with.”

“Well, it’s because I don’t want to break the law obviously!” Elizabeth replied.

“Hah, yeah I know! But it’s cool since you can keep it a secret from your parents if you can.” Chansin said, but his smile soon faded once he sees Elizabeth frowning. He didn’t even know why until a quick realization made him regret it instantly. “O-oh shit! Liz, I’m so sorry—“

“No, it’s okay.” Elizabeth attempted to make a smile, but it was only weak. “You just didn’t know.” She caressed her fingers on her lips. “Both of my parents died in a car crash since last year. So I’ve been doing my best to watch over Tina for them. However, my aunt and uncle usually visits to watch over us, and we even visit them.”

Chansin nodded once he understood. “Ah I see. Again, I’m really sorry about your parents.”

“Hey, it’s alright. There’s no need to worry…” Elizabeth attempted to change the subject. “What about your parents? Or your brothers for that matter?”

“Heh, oh yeah, that’s a whole other story. You see, my dad was born in Jamaica while my mom was from Japan. They got married and lived there while raising me and the rest of my brothers. One day, my dad gets a promotion from his job to live here in America and that’s how we ended up here.” Chansin explained. “While I love it here in the States, I still do miss being in Japan…”

Elizabeth smiled. “Nice story. Do you think I’ll meet your parents one day?”

Chansin chuckled. “Yeah sure, if anything really. They’re really cool guys.” He then cringed a little. “But they won’t be cool if they know more about me.”

“Ah, so you’re keeping this a secret from them?” Elizabeth asked, already amused.

“Of course!” Chansin cried. “If they knew about me being in a fucking street gang, even being their leader, I would be grounded until I graduate from college!”

Elizabeth giggled. “I’m sure that they’ll understand.”

“Ah please, as if! My dad and especially my mom will be pissed, and even Gleam would die of a heart attack if they know I’ve been sneaking out doing my own shit!” Chansin continued. Frustrated, he decided to calm down now before looking at the time. “Well, it’s almost 11. We should probably head back…”

Elizabeth nearly panicked once she looked at the time. “Oh shoot! Oh I hope that Tina understands once I return home…” She checked on her phone for any messages from her sister.

“Or you know, maybe we can just stay here for a few more minutes until we go?” Chansin suggested.

The blue-haired girl at first wanted to at least check on her sister, but then again, Tina was a pretty odd girl. And the fact that she acts so very mature baffles her. So instead, she just decided to rest on the ground for a bit, knowing what to do. “Alright, that’s fine with me.” She smiled at him.

Chansin grinned as he sat next to her, sitting as close together as they rested their heads against their chests and shoulders.

The two of them then looked at each other for a moment, staring so widely into each other’s eyes. It feels so tempting to at least make out and do something far more. Chansin started to blush while Elizabeth was having littles hues of red on her cheeks. The two became silent for only a minute until Elizabeth spoke up.

“Chansin…?”

“E-Elizabeth…?”

Elizabeth started to smile at how adorable Chansin’s face was as she held him close to her in a loving embrace. “Hey, I know we did this before, but think of this as your first kiss…” She said softly.

“Ah, so you’re gonna give me my reward, eh?” Chansin smiled, moving closer to her.

“Pretty much.”

“Well that’s fine by me.”

Smiling softly at each other, the young couple embraced each other more once they sealed their lips into a warm kiss. It felt more nice and pure, unlike the last time they first had their kiss. It feels as if they fully understood each other more, developing their relationship. Chansin’s warm lips were touching against Elizabeth’s rather cold ones as it just felt so great. They don’t even want to stop. They just want to keep going.

They soon landed on the ground as Elizabeth was on top of her boyfriend, instantly staring at his glowing purple eyes. She carefully observed his looks, from his rather handsome face to his impressive built chest being covered by his shirt. He was just so irresistible, Elizabeth immediately wanted him. She then pressed her lips harder into his, with Chansin feeling surprised until he then came in. She couldn’t even take it anymore. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to feel him as he feels her.

While making out, the two took their time to breathe in before having a little tongue kiss. Elizabeth kept her focus onto Chansin as she took off her jean jacket at a fast pace and threw it close to her. She then grabbed hold of Chansin’s white shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. But before she could continue, they soon stopped and looked at each other, their faces fully red from what just happened.

Everything became dead silent for a few minutes, though it felt like it was longer.

Chansin soon spoke up, stuttering. “E-Elizabeth…?”

“…Y-yeah…?” Elizabeth answered, doing the same thing.

“L-let’s…let’s go back home…”

“…Okay.”

The walk back home was mostly silent for the duo once they fixed their clothes and headed back down from the hill. They didn’t even bothered riding on Chansin’s bike, since they do needed to circulate their legs once and a while.

They soon remembered that little event that happened earlier. How the two of them so desperately wanted each other. Although they were fully tempted, both of their thoughts had said no before going even further. They knew that this might come back into play very soon, but for now, they would just keep it cool. Even Chansin is surprised at himself for thinking of this, as he would usually keep teasing Elizabeth into doing the unthinkable with her. But it’s for the best.

But however, he’s still pretty proud of his girlfriend for letting out her wild side, though not all of it. While she did so much little being around the gang, what she did tonight made Chansin grin. How she managed to agree in sneaking into an adult movie, how she started to become drunk for only a complete amount of time, how she almost wanted to make love with him. Chansin wished that she was like this when being with his gang, but he knows that Elizabeth was more of a goody-two-shoes. Always obeying the authority and their laws, that would always annoy Chansin. But then again, he still likes seeing her as to who she is, even if her tendencies of wanting to keep out of trouble would keep annoying him further…

Chansin and Elizabeth finally walked their way back to the familiar suburbs that they live in. The walk back from the hill to here only took forever to get there. Elizabeth was busy texting her sister on her phone, wanting to make sure that she was alright.

Feeling curious, Chansin wanted to ask her once she put back her phone. “So, what did your sis said?”

“She said that she’s doing fine all alone.” Elizabeth answered, feeling relieved. “Though she said that I can spend more time with you if I want.” She started to blush while smiling.

“Actually, I was going to say this.” Chansin rubbed the back of his head, turning away nervously. “I was thinking that maybe you and I could hang at my place for the night. And plus, you don’t have to worry about school.” He flashed her a grin. “Tomorrow’s Saturday!”

Elizabeth chuckled. “Aw cool. If it was like Monday, then I would be too tired to get up.” She said. “But sure, I’ll totally join you. I hope that your parents won’t mind.”

“Actually my parents are on vacation for the weekend, so they won’t come back until Sunday morning.” Chansin explained. “But I’m sure that Gleam would accept it.” He then groaned. “Now I just pray to god above that Sheen is fucking knocked out once we come back.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s a fucking jerk! He keeps hitting on chicks all the time! And I’ll seriously kill his ass if he even flirts with you.”

Elizabeth giggled. “That must be him alright.”

“Yeah, he pretty much sucks.”

The two laughed together as they finally made it back to Chansin’s house. “You’ve been here before right?” The owner of the place asked his girl.

“Um, I think once, but I only met your brother Gleam.” Elizabeth said.

Chansin nodded as he knocked on the door. And as expected, he heard a familiar voice from inside calling out. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Aniki!” Chansin answered.

Hearing an “Oh!” from inside, the door was immediately opened as Chansin was greeted by Gleam, receiving a warm but rather tight hug from him. “Oh my dear little Ototo! You’re still okay! How was your date? Was it fun or was it still alright?”

“Aniki, you’re too tight!” Chansin wheezed, trying to break free from his brother’s grasp.

Gleam blinked as he gently got off of him. “Oops, I’m so sorry!”

Elizabeth giggled at their little touching moment. It instantly reminded her of when she spent time with her sister.

Gleam then noticed Elizabeth standing in the hallway as he greeted her kindly. “Oh hello! You must be Elizabeth, right? It’s nice to meet you. My name is Gleam, Chansin’s older brother.” He said, shaking her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Gleam.” Elizabeth said, feeling great from his hospitality.

“So Chansin, how was your date? Did you managed to do what I told you to do?” Gleam asked his brother.

Chansin sighed and made his usual bored look. “Yeah it wasn’t so bad. And no we didn’t go through any trouble.”

Gleam smiled warmly at him, thankful that he was being well-behaved as usual. “Well then, I’m glad that you two had a good time. Sheen and Snee are already asleep so you can prepare for bed if you want.”

“Thanks, Aniki.” Chansin nodded, a bit happy that Sheen’s asleep. “Also, if it’s cool if Elizabeth can stay over for tonight?”

“Oh, are you sure you want to do that, Elizabeth?”

“It’s alright. My sister texted me that she’s doing fine, so she said that I can hang out with Chansin if I like.” Elizabeth answered.

“Ah okay then.” Gleam said. “Well then, I should probably go and show you the guest room—“

Chansin then interrupted him, feeling a bit nervous. “Actually Gleam, um, Liz and I wanted to sleep together in my room. B-but we won’t be doing anything funny or whatever! It’s just going to be innocent!”

Gleam wasn’t sure about this at first. He might think that they’ll use this as an excuse to do something behind his back. And he didn’t see any sleeping bags in Elizabeth’s hands, but however, since his brother wanted some alone time, he decided to let it go either way. “Ah alright then.” He said, smiling. “But Elizabeth, do you have any pajamas with you, or…?”

“It’s alright. I have one hidden with me.” Elizabeth excused. She of course didn’t bought any sleepwear, but at least her undergarments from inside her dress was a bit appropriate to show.

“That’s fine.” Gleam nodded with understanding. “I’ll be up for a little while, checking to see if our parents are okay. You two have a good night.”

“You two, Aniki.” Chansin said as he led Elizabeth upstairs.

“Your brother’s really nice.” Elizabeth commented in a whisper.

“Yeah, he really is.” Chansin can’t help but smile. He always like it when Gleam’s his natural, kind self.

The two proceeded to enter Chansin’s room, in which Elizabeth admired of how clean it was. Normally, she would suspect that it would be pretty messy seeing how Chansin is, but for some reason, it looks nice. Most of the stuff in the room contained posters, anime figures, some video games and DVDs, and even a nice television.

“So this is your room, huh? It’s not that bad.” Elizabeth complimented, making a small smile.

“I had to clean my room this morning. Parents’ orders.” Chansin said before making a flop on his bed. “Ah, I miss being in here…”

“You really miss home, now do you?”

Chansin chuckled. “Well, when I’m at the prison known as high school, then yeah.” He then moved himself up. “I don’t need to worry about homework. I finished it before out date. So I’m all set for the weekend.”

Elizabeth giggled. “Same.” She then sat down next to him. “So um…you want to prepare for bed?”

Chansin looked at her for a moment before realizing what she meant. “Oh yeah!” He was about to take off his shirt, but blushed quickly. There was a girl in his room, and changing his clothes in front of her, would be really embarrassing. “Wait, uh, do you wanna have some privacy?”

Elizabeth blushed as well. “Um, well, I can change here while you can change in your bathroom. Is that okay with you?”

“S-sure…” He said breathlessly. “B-be right back!” He rushed to his own bathroom, slamming the door before washing his face with cold water.

God I’m such a pussy!! He thought to himself, trying to calm down.

But how can he really? He was about to sleep with his own girlfriend in his own bed. It’s not like that they’re going to do anything suggestive, but he was acting all nervous. But he shouldn’t be. He acted like this when they went all sensual during their date, at the movies, the nightclub, and the hill. What kind of guy was he anyway?

He then looked himself at the mirror. “Okay, you can do this…” He said, attempting to feel confident. “Don’t be a pussy!”

Taking out some sleepwear from his bin, Chansin changed his clothes to wear a simple, white t-shirt along with some grey boxers. He knew that wearing some shorts would be more suitable, but hey, maybe he could at least get Liz to be impressed?

After changing his clothes, he took a deep breath and opened the door. “Okay Liz, I’m re…” He stopped mid-sentence to encounter a beautiful sight.

Right before him was Elizabeth just taking off her clothes, who was revealed to be wearing a light blue tank top along with some dark blue shorts. His face was heating up instantly. She looked so beautiful. From her long hair flowing, to the sight of her breasts slightly sticking out, her own hips, and that adorable bottom. Chansin was certain that he had picked the right girl to be his girlfriend. And right now…he was in a blabbering mess.

Elizabeth soon turned to him, startled a little once he barged in. She didn’t even know about changing while he was inside. She knew that he would immediately ogle and howl at her body, but now, she didn’t expect him to act all surprised and nervous. One of many reasons to prove that Chansin isn’t what he claims to be.

“E-E-Elizabeth…” Chansin spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. “Y-you look…beautiful.” He said in a whisper.

His girlfriend giggled a little and turned away, blushing a little at what he said. “You look great too.” She whispered back.

Chansin slowly walked up to her, wondering on what to do now. “S-so um, you wanna let me get my sleeping bag? I can sleep on it while you can use my bed.” He suggested.

“No, that’s fine.” Elizabeth said. “I want to sleep in your bed with you.” She then frowned. “But if that makes you uncomfortable, then—“

“No, no! It’s fine!” Chansin interrupted her. “I want to sleep with you. So um, if you want, you can go in first.”

Elizabeth smiled softly. “No it’s okay, you can go first. It’s your bed.”

Chansin shrugged before sighing. “Okay.” But before he can hop into his bed, he points at something from the window, even though there’s nothing outside. “Oh shit, is that a bat!?”

Elizabeth turned around in confusion as she cried once Chansin grabbed up and carried her bridal style. “Chansin! Put me down!” She laughed, playfully hitting on him to let her go.

Chansin laughed as well, feeling her cold but soft body. “Ah okay!” He then threw her into the bed, where she laughed even harder. He then jumped in as well as the two of them started laughing together.

Their laughter soon died down once the two started to stare at each other. Chansin looked at Elizabeth staring at him with her adorable little eyes. She was just too cute. He gently moved up and comforted her while they laid down. He was busy caressing on her hair while feeling comfort from her soft skin. It just felt so nice.

Elizabeth on the other hand admired this feeling but was starting to feel a bit worried about something. Something that she felt pressured about. She was sure that Chansin had felt the same way.

Taking a deep breath, she started to speak up. “I’m sorry…”

Chansin looked down at her. “About what?”

“…About this!” Elizabeth cried. “The movie theater, the nightclub, the mountain! I actually kept pressuring you and I didn’t even know that you didn’t felt the same way until now.”

“Hey, it’s cool. It’s not your fault.” Chansin reassured her. “It’s actually kinda my fault?”

Elizabeth gave out a faint chuckle. “Heh, so I guess it’s both our faults then.”

Chansin thought for a moment until he sighed. “Y’know what? L-let’s…let’s do it then.”

“W-what?” Elizabeth was surprised at his answer.

“Yeah. I mean, let’s face it, we seriously love both of each other. We’re like freaking attractive. And we do respect each other’s back or some shit?” Chansin explained. “But hey, if you feel like doing it, then I’ll do it too. And besides,” he made a little grin. “It’ll be our secret~.”

Elizabeth blushed at his remark before shaking her head uneasily. “N-no, wait! I don’t know. I mean…” And then she thought of the obvious question. “Like, what if our relatives knew?”

Chansin’s eyes widened once she said this.

There was a certain catch to when two teenagers fall in love and secretly plan to have sex together: the fact was that the parents, or any relative for that matter, would catch them in the act or learn about it somehow. Or even worse, the parents would be furious if their female child became pregnant and forbid the teenage male from seeing their daughter again. And the fact that rumors would spread all over school. It was something that Chansin and Elizabeth cannot face.

But then again, it was their decision. It was up to them to see if they would do this. Either forget about it and continue on being a couple, or do the forbidden deed and suffer the consequences once somebody finds out. It was risky, and even a gamble from Chansin’s perspective, but they seem to have already made the right choice.

“Well…” Rubbing his eyelids, Chansin was able to at least make an answer. “We’ll try to not let them know.” He said. “And if they do and keep us separated, I’ll still sneak out and see you.” He smiled at her.

Elizabeth, who felt a little better, just smiled weakly at him. “Okay. But if you still don’t want to do it—“

“Trust me, Liz, I do.”

The two of them smiled at each other before sharing another kiss, which felt more softer this time. Chansin pulled himself up to stand in position until Elizabeth, wanting to experience this with her. He slowly prepared to take off his shirt until Elizabeth called him.

“Wait.”

He looked back at her. “What is it?” Is she changing her mind this time?

Elizabeth made a nervous look as she said. “Do you have any protection, or…”

Everything around Chansin started to break as he mentally fainted out of pure stupidity. “Oh shit!” He cried, making a slight whisper. “O-okay, okay. I don’t have any but I know there’s some in Sheen’s room.”

“Really?” Elizabeth asked him.

“Yeah. He keeps them in case he plans on “scoring”.” Chansin chuckled a little at his comment. “Just be right back for a sec and try and stay comfortable.” He watched her nod as he quietly exited his room.

After managing to sneak into Sheen’s room and receive a condom, he soon made it back to his room where Elizabeth was eager to see him again. “You got the condom?”

“Yep.” Chansin made a proud grin, preparing to take off his shirt. “Now we can get this over with…”

Taking off his clothes, he set the condom into his lower region. Elizabeth meanwhile was staring at how incredible his body looked. The sight of his own abs to his well-toned legs. She already wanted him. Chansin turned to her looking at him as he made a sly grin.

“Ah, so you do like this, huh?”

Elizabeth didn’t answered. She was too busy locking her sight on his chest. Not to mention his face.

“Well, last chance. If you don’t want to do this, then—ACK!” Chansin stopped as he was being reeled into bed by a thirsty Elizabeth. “E-Elizabeth!?” He was then pushed into the bed.

She didn’t want to wait any longer. She wanted him now. “Just keep silent for me, Chansin.” She said in lower tone, quickly taking off her clothes, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any bra or undies, shocking her boyfriend. She then went to bed as she climbed on top of him. “Because we’re going to have a nice, long moment together~.” She purred, making a sly grin.

Chansin then grinned as well. “Fuck yeah!”

“Yes mother, everything is fine at the moment. Yes, Chansin’s in bed.” Gleam was still up, talking to his mother on the phone as he went upstairs. “Well, he’s having a cute little sleepover. W-what? You said if their doing anything that’s…? Oh no, they aren’t I know Chansin!”

Gleam encountered Chansin’s door as he opened it a little, seeing a sleeping Chansin and Elizabeth together. He didn’t see no clothes in bed, as he hoped since it was too dark inside, so it was safe to say that they were fine. “No, the two of them didn’t do it. They’re just fine…” Gleam smiled before closing the door to head back to his room.

But unaware to him, Chansin and Elizabeth actually faked sleep the moment he checked on them. They definitely do the deed alright.

“So, you up for another round~?” Elizabeth said, embracing her boyfriend. “Because I know you do~.”

“Why yes.” Chansin grinned, coming close to her. “How can I not say no?”

The two laughed as they decided to have another moment together at peace.

This date was certainly special to them.

END

[bastardnev]

Do You Want Me To Leave?

Under any other circumstances, Wade would be preparing to hit Neville with some choice comments of his own, usually about his ears. This time, however, was different. For the first time ever, he was hoping that he could actually help him.

based off of the first prompt from this list + takes place the night after payback 2015

i have no idea where the sudden urge to post this came from but!! oh well!! here it is!!

Wade had heard about what happened from Zack.

Originally, he had only caught the tail end of the incident, a clearly upset Neville storming past him in the hall away from the locker room. A red-faced Dolph was heading in the opposite direction, slamming into a door and marching out into the parking lot. A fight had very obviously happened between the two ‘lovebirds’, although for the life of him Wade couldn’t figure out what it was over. They seemingly had a perfect relationship, so what could have gone wrong?

Wade learned the details later on in the night before Raw started. Zack was loitering in catering--a typical Monday night for him--and appeared distracted, like his mind was elsewhere. It didn’t take much probing from Wade to get him to speak.

As it turns out, Dolph and Neville had made plans to hang out the night before following Payback. Dolph insisted on going out and celebrating Neville’s (countout) win. Neville was supposed to wait for him down in the lobby of the hotel that they were staying at. No matter how long he waited, however, Dolph never showed up, nor did he respond to any texts that he was sent. Neville was beginning to worry, wondering if maybe they’d missed each other or--even worse--something bad had happened to Dolph.

Then he checked Instagram.

The very first thing that popped up on his newsfeed was a photo of Dolph out partying with other people. As he continued to scroll, more and more pictures from the night began to pop up, Dolph looking progressively drunker in each one. All that Neville could do in that moment was turn off his phone and head up to his room, vowing to confront him about his nonsense in person the next night.

Clearly, that didn’t go very well. Neville had approached Dolph while he was in the locker room, asking why he felt the need to go out without even sending him so much as a text to let him know that their plans were off. Dolph responded in a way that only he could--aloof and inattentive. He clearly didn’t see this as being that big of a deal, much to the annoyance of Neville. When he pointed this out, Dolph lashed out at him, wondering why he was making such a big fuss out of nothing.

He didn’t stop there, though. Harsh word after harsh word came out of Dolph’s mouth, leaving Neville in shock. He couldn’t even find the words to defend himself as Dolph called him ‘clingy’ and said that he need to ‘just get over it’ and let him ‘have fun for once.’ All that Neville could do was dash out of the room, trying to ignore the gazes of his co-workers who had just witnessed the whole humiliating scene.

This brought Wade to where he was now, rushing through the hallway and trying to find where Neville went. Under any other circumstances, Wade would be preparing to hit Neville with some choice comments of his own, usually about his ears. This time, however, was different. For the first time ever, he was hoping that he could actually help him.

Wade rounded a corner, eyes darting around and landing on some equipment crates shoved in the very back of the hall. There was some space behind them, just enough room for someone to hide. He approached them, listening carefully for any signs that Neville was back there. The closer that he got, the louder the sound of labored breathing grew, as if whoever was back there had been crying.

“Neville?” Wade called out. He moved closer and peered around the side of the crates. Sure enough, Neville was sitting behind them, his face resting in his knees. “Hey, kid, you alright?”

Neville responded by lifting his head up and looking at Wade, wiping at his tear stained cheeks. He stared back down at his lap before saying, “What do you want?”

“I, um… heard about what happened. Y’know, with you and Dolph.” Wade sat down on the floor next to him.

“Who hasn’t?” Neville replied feebly, fresh tears beginning to form in his eyes. “The whole damn company knows about it at this point. I can’t wait until those damn pigs on the dirtsheets catch wind of this. This’ll be their top story for the next three years…”

Wade reached into his back pocket, pulling out the mini pack of tissues that he carried with him and handing it over. “Here, take some of these.”

Neville looked down at it a bit warily. He appeared almost surprised by Wade’s behavior, like he didn’t expect to be comforted by someone who he normally considered an enemy. His damp eyes looked from the pack up to Wade before he slowly took it from him. “Thanks…”

Neither of them spoke for a minute, Neville’s sniffles being the only sounds before Wade finally said, “I’m… really sorry about what happened. You didn’t deserve that. No one does.”

No response. Then again, Wade can’t say he expected any different. The two of them weren’t even friends--it made sense that Neville wouldn’t want to talk to him about something this personal. “Do you want me to leave?” Wade asked. “You probably want to be alone. I’ll leave you be, okay? You can come out when you’re ready.” He made to stand up.

“...Wait.” Neville suddenly grabbed on to Wade’s wrist, causing him to pause. “Stay with me. Please. Don’t leave me.”

“Are you sure?” Wade waited for Neville to nod before he sat back down, leaning back against the wall. He understood that Neville probably needed someone to vent to about what happened, even if that person is Wade. “Tell me what’s on your mind, kiddo.”

Neville took a deep breath, licking his lips before saying, “It just… sucks how this all went down, y’know? If that was gonna happen, I would’ve preferred that it be in private. Everyone saw…”

“It’s horrible. I understand how you feel.” Wade knew that breakups were never fun, but to have a relationship end so poorly in front of your co-workers must be humiliating.

“I don’t get why he had to yell at me like that. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something offensive?”

“No,” Wade said immediately. “You didn’t do anything that warranted that kind of childish reaction. Dolph has always been an asshole with a short fuse. He knows he’s the one in the wrong and doesn’t want to admit it, so he throws a tantrum.”

“He really has always been this way, huh…” Neville sighed. “I was so blinded by his good looks that I barely paid any attention to his little ‘antics’. It’s my own fault that this happened.”

“Now, what did I just say? I told you that you weren’t to blame here. This is entirely Dolph’s fault. He’s a douche.”

“I should’ve seen this coming, though!” Neville gripped the tissues tightly in his hands, the plastic wrapper crinkling. “Looking back at it, everyone around me was basically telling me that he was no good, and I ignored them. I had so much faith him and that he was a good person, and now that’s come to bite me in the ass.”

“So you had faith in your romantic partner, big whoop. That’s a normal thing that people in relationships do. You’re not bad for that, Nev.”

“But it’s so embarrassing… I’m almost afraid to go back to the locker room because I know someone’s gonna make a comment about what happened. I’m not in the mood to listen to any ‘I told you so’s.”

“If anyone says that to you, then I’ll kick their ass.” Wade shrugged. “Simple.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously! You’re clearly upset, and anyone who feels the need to joke about it deserves a swift kick in the ass. I’ll do the honors. Although, I personally don’t think anyone’s gonna say anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because no one thinks poorly of you at all. Nev, listen to me.” Wade threw an arm around Neville’s shoulders, scooching closer to him. “I know for a fact that everyone is on your side.”

“...Really?”

“Yes, really. I overheard some people talking about it before. They’re all defending you. Zack’s on your side, Paige’s on your side, Eva’s on your side, I’m on your side…”

“You? You really mean that?” Neville’s eyes widened.

“Nev, I see you as a rival, but… I also don’t wanna see you upset,” Wade admitted. “I don’t want to see you sad, especially over some stupid boy. There’s only one stupid boy around here who’s supposed to bug you this much, and that’s me. I’ll be damned if I let fucking Ziggler of all people take my place. I’ll kick his ass too along with everyone else’s.”

“Heh, I guess you’re right…” Neville sniffled, a small grin working it’s way onto his face.

“Hey, is that a smile I see?” Wade teased, poking Neville’s cheek.

“Stop that.” Neville swatted away his hand, his grin wider this time. “Um… Thanks for listening to me.”

“Of course. I’ve got your back, kiddo.” Wade gave him a pat on the shoulder.

They both jumped at the sound of pyro going off, signalling the start of the show. “Jesus Christ, that’s really loud,” Wade commented. “We should probably be going.” He stood up, offering Neville his hand to help him up. “We have a match to get ready for.”

“Oh, right, we’re facing each other later.” Neville frowned. “Shit, I look like hell. I don’t want the fans to see me like this.”

“Here, come with me to the men’s room. Eva told me about this trick she learned to make it seem like you weren’t just crying. It worked for her, so it’ll probably work for you too.”

“You’re seriously taking beauty tips from Eva Marie? You really do like her, don’t you?”

“Eh, I’d rather not talk about it. It’s complicated. Come on, we don’t have time to waste.” Wade began to walk away from the crates.

“Lead the way,” Neville replied, unable to hide the smile on his face from the fact that--even though there was no reason for them to--they were still holding hands.

Neville knew that this camaraderie between them probably wouldn’t last past tonight, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it for what it was.