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knight-engale · 1 year ago

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The Best Present

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Pairing: Morgan x Rowan

@wiltingdecay Happy birthday, bestie!!! Hope you have a wonderful day! 💙

"I'm sorry, my spark… I'm going to miss it by a week." Morgan's expression was apologetic. "There was a supplier issue in port that set us back. We're scrambling to get back on track as quickly as possible, but we'll probably still get back to Vesuvia a handful of days late at best."

"Mórnkan, it's okay." Rowan reached out to touch the glass of the enchanted mirror. It was so off-putting to feel its cold, smooth surface instead of his wife's cheek. "I understand. I'll just hang out with Asra and Muriel like I usually do. Don't worry about it; you look stressed enough already."

Morgan pouted slightly. "I'm still sorry. It's not fair… The one time we get delayed…"

"I know. But I promise it's okay. I'm not upset."

"I know you're not." Morgan sighed. "I'll bring back something nice for you. To make up for it."

"Only if you want to."

"Of course. I…need to go now. I love you. See you soon."

"I love you too. See you soon." Rowan smiled as Morgan blew them a kiss, then ended the call. She was sweet to worry about this, but in all honesty, they rarely did much for their birthday anyway. It was disappointing that she wouldn't be home, but it wouldn't ruin their plans or anything. They'd understood that this might happen when they married her. The possibility of missing important days just came with the territory.

Still, that knowledge didn't stop his heart from aching at the thought of being separated for even longer. At the same time, he'd felt worse in the past.

Four monotonous days went by. The calls with Morgan had been shorter than usual, and she seemed so tired. It was probably a good thing that she wouldn't be there for Rowan's birthday (at least, that's what they told themself); she wouldn't have the energy to do much, which would make her feel even worse than she felt now. He missed hearing her go on about her day, though. She was so cute when she rambled about her daily life.

Rowan's birthday dawned bright and pleasantly warm. They went about their usual morning routine, and headed to the shop after breakfast. To his surprise, Asra was standing on the doorstep, his signature catlike grin on his face.

"Morning, Ro. Happy birthday."

"Thanks, but…why are you out here this early?"

"I couldn't just let you be alone on your birthday, could I?"

"I guess not. I thought we'd planned on me visiting you two this afternoon."

"I know. I figured I'd swing by in the morning, too. In fact…don't bother opening the shop today. You should come spend the whole day with us." His purple eyes sparkled. He had to be up to something.

"Asra, if you have anything hiding in a cake or something, I'm not interested."

"Aww, how did you know?" Asra laughed brightly. "Seriously though, come back to our place for the day. Muri has something for you and he's getting impatient, since he doesn't like visiting your new place."

"...Yeah, okay. You win." Rowan smiled a little as Asra took their hand, tugging them down the street. He wondered what they were doing. Then again, this wasn't that out of place for them.

One long walk later, they arrived at the cabin Muriel and Asra lived in. Asra paused to say hi to the chickens before they both went inside.

"Honey, I'm home!" Asra called as he stepped inside. His voice summoned Inanna, who promptly ran up to greet Rowan. Rowan laughed, crouching to give her a good head scratch.

"Hey, girl! How're you?"

Inanna let out a bark, as quiet as she could manage, then nudged their wedding pendant. Her head tilted to the side as she looked around for a moment, as if questioning where Morgan was.

"She's…away right now. She was supposed to come home last night, but…her schedule didn't work out."

Inanna whined.

"I know. I'm sad about it, too." They managed a little bit of a smile. "But it's alright. We'll have plenty of fun either way."

Inanna nuzzled them lightly, then trotted back to the fireplace. Rowan followed her and took a seat on the sofa. Soon enough, he and Asra were chatting about their lives recently; it had been a bit since they'd been able to have a properly long talk.

The morning passed by more quickly than it had in weeks. It turned out that the gift Muriel had apparently been impatient to give them was a wooden relief carving of a large, intricate tree with a sun and moon in the sky above it. It would be perfect as wall art for his and Morgan's home. He wondered where they'd put it.

Now, he and Asra were heading back to Rowan's place. Asra had been insistent on having pizza for lunch, but they didn't have all the ingredients. Rowan's place was a little further away, but it meant not spending extra on ingredients they already had. At least, that was what Asra said.

Rowan pulled one of the front doors open when they arrived, and was greeted by a familiar smell. A smell that shouldn't have been there; there shouldn't be anyone in the villa at all, let alone anyone cooking. It was faint, though. They could have been imagining it. Asra didn't notice it…or if they did, they didn't care.

"Which way is the kitchen again?"

"To the left…" Rowan wandered down the short hall that led to the kitchen and dining room. As soon as he was in view of the kitchen, every muscle in their body froze.

There, in the kitchen, was Morgan. She was working on beef stew (and from the scent of it, there was also bread in the oven), and wore a particularly revealing dress. She looked up from the stove when she heard footsteps, a bright smile spreading across her face.

"What…"

"Surprise! Happy birthday, darling." Morgan walked over, laughing when they pulled her close.

"You said… I thought…"

"I thought we would be, but I was wrong. We got in late last night… Asra offered to help me surprise you."

Rowan looked over their shoulder, but it seemed their friend had slipped away to give them a moment. He looked down at his wife with wide eyes. Her own green eyes sparkled with laughter.

"And I did get you plenty of presents, they're wrapped up in our room…"

They laughed incredulously. She was really thinking about gifts? "Oh, stuff the presents! I already have the best present I could ask for. You're home."

Morgan blushed, then squeaked as Rowan kissed her. Their arms wrapped around her waist, and hers wound around their neck.

"You're home," Rowan murmured softly once they finally pulled back.

"I'm home… I love you."

"I love you too. Come on…lunch is ready."

#morgan drakos #rowan aisling #when the sun loves the moon #lina's writing #fluff! fluff that caters to hopefully more than just me jddhhdh #more fics that are set in the weird limbo post-marriage but pre-kids bc we aren't 100% sure exactly when they have alina

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elytrafemme · 2 years ago

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hi :]! I am awake at ungodly times but! I’ve been thinking about uhh sibilance (sibilant sounds?) recently and I forgot the words for the other ones bc I know that’s only the repitition of s sounds at the start of a word etc etc. But sibilant sounds and all that -> it makes me think of poetry even though I think it’s more often in prose? or at least I think I saw it more in prose back when I was doing classes on that kinda thing. idk. I keep accidentally doing it though (not just with s sounds) and wondering what that makes the sentence sound like since it’s usually used to give off a particular vibe and I’m not meaning to give it any particular vibe o(-(

was wondering if u had any opinions on the whole thing -> I do like it bc it makes the sentence flow nicely like a little waterfall or something. although some of them aren’t supposed to right? I feel like some are supposed to sound a little harsh. just pulling from my memory though so idrk .Some make a little ssss sound like a snake 🐍 that’s fun

anyway hope u are doing well ! wishing u the best as always :]

HI BRACKETT sorry im just now getting to this HAHA but ty for reminding me to respond earlier :>

I've never heard about this but its super super cool!!!! alliteration is something i only really explore in small doses as the farther i push it i feel like the more muddled your intent actually gets, which i think is sort of similar to this! (since it's like... alliteration with s but more specifically that sound of s, like a hiss) i've never seen it as a vibe giver persay but more as something that drives you forward -- if you think about the rhythm of a piece, it's going to fall in a very specific way when you get to words with alliteration (usually quicker in my experience) which kind of stops you in your tracks while reading and then reorients you as you continue. it's the kind of thing you want to use either as you build up to a very near peak (like the next line or two you say) OR at the height of your peak, though i would encourage the first one more or at least write that way. but with everything its like do whatever the fuck you want etc etc this is just ! my takes and stuff

rhythm is so fucking hard, like the recent stuff i've worked on has been a nightmare in a rhythmic sense because it mostly is meant to be poetry writing in a prose adjacent style. as a whole ive been thinking more about the small choices people make in poetry, though; was reading a poem that had a very specific stanza break while also having enjambment at that part and i was reading it like ... why is that where you put the stanza break? etc it's really interesting and can be frustrating but u gotta just trust that people write what they wanna write and everything!

but yeah! in terms of vibes i also think that alliteration and similar stuff like sibilance give off that sharper vibe -- if we're looking at alliteration with b or p or k or t is absolutely feels like the kind of thing you announce very crisply which is mostly refreshing, versus s and f and so kind of slow it down OR speed it up in a way that feels like it has a drawl to it. maybe just bc of where i live and the kind of peotry im TRYING to get into more but it gives me US southern energies a bit.

anyway!!! srry for the delay i hope this ramble kinda answered what u were trying to ask me HAHA,thank u for telling mea bout this bc ive literally never heard of this before but it is so so cool!!!!! <3333 always good hearing from u my friend

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wonwoosthetic · 3 years ago

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chapter today of minnie?

YES! Sorry for the delay, I had to rewrite a part that I wasn't really happy with. But here it is now! Part 1 (Wonwoo and Seungcheol's talk) is gonna go up later :)

The Talk Pt. 2 🌷 Minnie

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Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Minnie has to finally talk about the reason Rocky and her broke up and face the truth about her feelings

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2020

Roaming the art galleries this September felt different than from the other months. Even with Minghao by her side, Minnie wasn't able to feel full relaxation like she usually would, walking through those halls. The same thoughts had been keeping her up every other night whenever they would decide to pay her a visit. Thoughts that were the cause for not only sleepless nights, but also personal anxiety and unweariness throughout some days.

Woozi was the first to notice. The girl had been spending a lot more time in his studio than ever before. Whenever he would come into the room, she was already sitting on the couch, writing into one of her notebooks that she kept there. As much as he would've wanted to talk to her and ask her about it, he knew there was one member that could do it much much better than him: that member being Minghao. This was one of the more important reasons, why he had asked her to join him in visiting the art gallery, other than the fact that he wanted someone to tag along.

"Do you also wanna look at other pieces, or....?" Her member's voice rang through her ears while she kept her gaze straight ahead, looking at the painting.

"Strings can only go so far," the artist called it. She portrayed two figures on each side of the canvas, their bodies connected by a string, daring to snap at any moment.

"Going further apart will make our connection break. Let's not be afraid and distance ourselves, but come closer and embrace." How could the description of an artwork speak so deeply to her at that exact moment?

"Minnie?" He tried getting her attention once again. She turned her head to the side, finding Minghao's kind eyes looking at her and flashed him a quick smile,

"Yep, we can go." And took big steps to the left to see the next painting on the wall. He had to somehow make her talk, he just had to find the right way to do it. By following her and staying close to her, he tried starting a conversation again,

"You've been a little too quiet today. Are you okay?"

Minnie tried not to get lost in her thoughts again and concentrated on his voice, "We're in an art gallery, it's supposed to be quiet," she chuckled, but Minghao stayed as serious as he could, the kind look not leaving his face,

"You usually have something to say about every piece, don't pretend to be mute now."

"I'm," the girl breathed in deeply, closing her eyes in an exaggerating manner, "just enjoying art today." Before showing him a non-convincing smile and moving on to the next portrait.

The male member sighed, "You know you can talk to me. Right?"

"Yeah," she nodded with a smile.

"Then why aren't you?" He decided to ask her straight up instead of beating around the bush, knowing that if she could, she would keep everything inside her.

"There's nothing to talk about, Hao," Minnie played it off with a smile, not even looking at the painting much before taking further steps.

He pressed his lips together, "But there is."

"But there isn't," she talked back, not looking at him.

With the next line, Minghao wasn't sure if he really should let the words fall from his lips, but it was either that or letting her suffer in silence, "Is it about Seongjun? Did something bad happen?"

His question made her stop in her tracks and turn around to look at him wide-eyed, "No! No, no, no... I told you guys we," using her hands to clarify her statement, "… it was never that serious anyway.”

"You never told us why you broke up though..." careful was the right approach.

Minnie chuckled, "Because it's not important. Important is, that it’s over and I’m okay with it."

She left him to stand in silence. Minghao didn't know what else to do. How could he... be seriously straight up with her, without having to ask her about it directly. He was starting to think there was no way around it... and that he would probably regret his next step.

"We noticed you've been acting weird," he caught up with her, "Why won't you talk to me? Or Coups? Or Shua?

"Hao...," the girl sighed. She knew she wouldn't be able to hide it forever. Especially not from one of the people she's the closest to and could, most of the time, read her like a book. With Minnie looking down at the floor, trying to avoid the dancer's eyes, he took the moment to step in front of her, keeping her from fixing her eyes back on the artwork. His hands on her shoulder made her look up and find his gaze, looking at him with a sad smile.

"What is it?" He whispered, his voice filled with concern and love for the smaller girl standing in front of him, trying to smile at him, but it was hard. Too hard for her...

So she just shook her head and leaned forward, letting her forehead rest on his shoulder, with his arms wrapping around her instantly.

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Both performers were sitting in front of each other, Minghao's eyes trying to find something entertaining to look at in the Café they had decided to pay a visit, while Minnie kept on sipping her coffee, not having it put down ever since she had let it touch her lips.

"I mean...," he finally started a conversation after letting her sit in silence for a good 7 minutes, "I don't want to push you, but.... are you gonna... explain? Or... say something?"

Her eyes found his over the rim of the mug she was still keeping at her lips, stopping sipping on the hot beverage. With a sigh, the girl put the porcelain cup finally down, thinking about her next words,

"It's so complicated...," she whispered.

"What is?" He wondered, confused at her words.

Minnie leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "Feelings," and not even daring to look at him.

The dancer leaned to the side, trying to catch the girl's gaze, "I hate to tell you... but you're gonna have to speak in full sentences for me to understand you."

She took a deep breath and sat herself up straighter, looking directly at Minghao, who had been awaiting her explanation, "... Don't tell anyone."

"Jeez, what did you do?" He tried lightening the mood but was still actually slightly concerned.

Minnie rolled her eyes, "Nothing." But continued after another deep breath, "I'm just confused..." Instead of interrupting her, the male member kept watching her, nodding softly, indicating for her to continue. "... The reason... or.. part of the reason Seongjun and I broke up..." Minghao raised his eyebrows at the statement, finally getting the proof that they didn't just "drift apart" within only a few months. Minnie lowered her head, eyes fixed on her fiddling fingers, "He said... that...," before looking around the room, trying to look for something, just anything really, "He thinks... that..." thinking about her next few words, "... I may be in love with someone else..."

The dancer's eyes widened, "And that someone else is?"

She scrunched up her face and let her head fall into her hands, before putting them down and avoiding his stare, "... Wonwoo."

"Oh my god, how could you?" he commented straightforward with a blank face, making her head shoot up and look at him with a shocked expression,

"What?!"

"I'm just kidding," he chuckled, not making Minnie feel better, shrugging off her reaction and grabbing the mug on the table in front of him, "So, you're in love. That's what's been eating you up?"

Minnie was still not over her initial shock, not completely understanding the situation, "H-How could you just- just play it off like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Being in love is a great thing. It shouldn't bother you."

"But I'm not," she whined, hiding her face behind her hands. Minghao put the cup down again, smacking his lips and raising his eyebrows,

"Are you sure about that?" With her chin resting in the palm of her hands, her eyes found his before looking down again as she shook her head with her lips tightly shut.

"I'm just...," the girl sighed, "confused... about myself." The Chinese member decided against asking her more questions but rather to let her start ranting and express herself in the way she wanted. "I've known him for what? 8... 9 years? And NOW, all of a sudden, I have feelings for him... what the hell... why? And why him? Why not... someone... I don't know... just anybody else!" With a sad sigh, she looked back down on her hands in her lap, "I don't want this. I don't want to feel like this."

"Feel like what?" He carefully asked, not expecting the next word to fall from her lips,

"Horrible."

"Why do you feel horrible?" Her answer made Minghao sit up straighter and lean forward, his arms resting on the surface of the table that separated the two, "You're in love with him. That's great! Finally, you are."

"It's not great," she argued.

"Why not?"

"Because..." Minnie thought for a bit, apparently not wanting to admit it herself, "Just because."

But Minghao was not letting it go just like that, "No. I want an answer. Now."

The girl sighed and leaned forward, mimicking his posture, "What do you want to hear from me?" Pointing to herself, "I can't have feelings for someone that I've spent almost half of my life with and will spend a lot more time with. I can't be in love with someone that I'm going to keep on seeing for so many more years, just standing next to him, having to pretend like my heart isn't beating faster anytime he comes near me. I can't suddenly feel like this. This isn't right..."

Hearing the words being shout-whispered at him, made a smile slowly creep onto the man's face. He didn't know if she realised it or not, but this sounded like a clear confession to him.

"Says who? Who says that you can't be in love with him?" He wondered, wanting her to finally admit it to herself, trying to make her see her wrong way of thinking.

"Me," Minnie sighed, feeling her eyes slowly tearing up, but she wouldn't dare cry over something like this. "This is me telling myself it's not okay. Because it isn't."

"And that's where you're wrong." He pointed at her, "Don't you think it's time to stop pushing feelings to the side that you've had for so long?"

"Huh?" The girl looked at the man in front of her, confused out of her mind.

"Have you only now started feeling like that towards him? Or have you been ignoring your feelings for him until now?"

Minnie thought for a second, squinting her eyes at him, "Are you gaslighting me right now?"

"What?" Minghao laughed, "No, Minnie, god..." He shook his head chuckling before getting serious again, "I'm just asking you. The rest of the guys have always thought something... you know... might happen at some point. Ever since you guys told us about... the...," he kept on tilting his head, not wanting to repeat the words that everyone heard that night, in which Wonwoo let the entire group in on Minnie and his "secret".

"Yeah, yeah yeah," she nodded quickly, slightly blushing, but thanking him in her head for not mentioning it straight away.

He chuckled, remembering that moment, "Don't you think that you've just been neglecting your own feelings because of... well, really why you would, but..."

"You do know that I was in a very happy relationship before, right?" Minnie crossed her arms again, getting slightly defensive, which Minghao noticed as he quickly defended himself,

"I know, I know. I'm not saying that you weren't. We all saw how happy you were, and we were happy for you too. But we all saw how distant you and Wonwoo got when you got together with Hanbin and how much closer you got with Wonwoo again once you broke up." After a deep breath, he continued, "I wasn't saying that you were never in love with Hanbin... because you were. I saw you almost every day during that time. And you were happy. Extremely happy. But that little sparkle that Hanbin brought to your eyes looked a lot like the one only Wonwoo ever managed to give you."

The woman was too stunned to speak - was probably the best way to describe how Minnie felt after hearing Minghao's last sentence leave his lips. She had to take a few breathers before she was able to give him some kind of answer or reaction, "So, you knew all this time and didn't tell me?"

The dancer smiled kindly at the younger girl, "Who am I to tell you how to feel? And I wasn't sure. None of us were. We just... we all had a feeling. And you now telling me confirms our suspicions," she tried reciprocating his smile as he continued, "Now I just need you to realise that it's not a bad thing to fall in love with him and that you don't have to feel bad about it."

"Why does it feel bad then?" She worried too much. Way too much. But how could she not...

"You tell me," he chuckled, "What are you so worried about? If it's about whether or not he likes you back...," he inhaled some air through his pressed together teeth, creating a hissing sound, "You'd be blinder than he without his glasses if you don't see it."

She giggled at the comment but quickly got interested in what he actually said, "See what?"

Minghao raised his eyebrows, looking at her concerned, "Oh wow... you really are blinder than him."

"Can you not?" Minnie kicked the man in front of her softly under the table, making him chuckle,

"Oooh, already defending him. Cute..." Earning him another kick and a blank facial expression from the girl. "But seriously," he straightened himself up, "What are you worried about?"

"IF, and only IF, he was to like me back-"

"Which he does," Minghao simply threw into the conversation, making her shut her mouth and him chuckle, "You're just too oblivious, Minnie." But she shook it off,

"IF this was the situation," looking at him sternly, placing her hands on the table, "What if we start something and then break up. On bad terms."

He mimicked her hands, doing the same, and leaned forward, "You don't even believe me saying that he likes you too but already think about what would happen if the two of you break up. How could you go into a relationship thinking about that?"

"How could I not?" She argued back, "This would affect the entire group. If two people from the same group do something like this, they have to think about stuff like that."

"Did you think about that when you slept with him?" He teased her, making her point her finger at him sternly,

"Hey! I was too young and dumb to think about that."

Minghao chuckled and took her finger into his hands, placing them all on the table and not letting go of the embrace, "Too horny, but okay," earning him a slap on his fingers from her free hand, which he also quickly got a hold of, placing it on top of the already intertwined ones, "Listen," finding her eyes and looking deeply into hers, "You should put yourself and your happiness first. Yes, the group is important, but don't think about breaking up without even trying. Would you stay want miserable because you'd have to hide your feelings forever? Everyone would be so happy for you two, you should know that. You guys have been best friends for so long, why do you think you'd suddenly break up when you try to actually act on your feelings? Please. He's been so desperate for too long. Be happy with him."

"I'm just scared..." Minnie whispered, feeling her throat starting to close up slightly, so he gave her hands a comforting squeeze,

"You don't have to be. Trust me. It might be scary to start a new serious relationship, but you could finally be happy again. Truly happy. And he'll be the happiest man on earth too if you tell him. And the rest of the group would be so supportive! We've been waiting for this to happen!"

The girl let go of his hands and sat back into her chair, looking at her friend with a shy smirk, "How could all of you just watch us and not say anything? Wasn't that annoying?" Slowly getting a familiar feeling back in her stomach. Something she hasn't been feeling ever since 2019.

"No," he laughed, "It was actually really cute. Especially whenever Coups would push Wonwoo towards you," the memory made him laugh harder, "Or he would make him sit next to you. I tried doing that with you, but he was a lot better at it."

Minnie looked at him confused, tilting her head to the side, "Huh?" Making him sit up and lean forward, "Are you serious?! You didn't notice that? You're so oblivious... oh my gosh." Adding the last bit in English got him a shy giggle from her as she hit her reddening cheeks behind the mug she had picked up, trying to calm down the butterflies that had been hiding for too long.

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Whose parents is Minnie closest to in Korea? (still open! :))

Thoughts are always welcome! :)

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vro0m · 2 years ago

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vro0m’s rewatch - 129/306

2013 Brazilian GP

And that's it! The last GP of 2013! And I have the full broadcast this time.

It was a wet quali, but it's now dry. Lol Seb missed the drivers’ truck because he was talking with Lauda.

Oh my… god… the… open suit… the white shirt… the chain… I'm dying.

Natalie Pinkham asks "what about your race today starting from P5?" and he answers I shit you not in the hottest ever voice "it's gonna be hard work"

and then he adds "as always but I'm excited!" He says every year in Brazil it's a dry start and then it rains so he's sure it's gonna be a tricky day. And they haven't driven in the dry at all this weekend actually. So they don't know about the settings and how the tyres are gonna behave. (Sorry I’m going absolutely feral about the outfit.)

Anyway, it might indeed be an interesting race.

Lol Seb flirts with Natalie on the drivers truck (for fun). He's casually half-seated on the barrier and she's holding it to steady herself. She asks a question and sets her hand back on the rail. He looks down at it.

"Were you just holding my hand there?" She chuckles. Van Der Garde pats his chest. "Sorry I didn't mean to," she says "I was just holding on!" – "I have a girlfriend you know?" he jokes. She tries to get back to the interview. "So back off," he says.

They laugh. He starts answering her question but he looks down again with a big stupid grin. "What are you doing with your leg?" he laughs, and then he gets back to his answer. She asks another question but she's still half-laughing. He tries to stay serious. She wishes him good luck, he thanks her, he smiles wide.

Quali report. So yeah. It was VERY wet. And as all 3 FPs were also wet, a lot of the teams tried to save tyres and they didn't have much data to rely on. Jenson didn't even set a time in FP3 and he only qualified 15th. Perez also missed out on Q3 as he crashed while the rain increased. He was OK though. The start of Q3 was delayed by 30mn because of the weather, and once the cars went out they rapidly needed to change for inter tyres. Grosjean did so too early and his tyres overheated as the track dried. He's 6th. Lewis as we said is 5th. Webber was disappointed to be only 4th in his last qualifying ever. Alonso is just ahead of him. It's Rosberg sharing Seb's front row. The world champion was untouchable, 0.6 ahead of the others.

I am not listening to a whole Webber interview thank you very much.

Okay here we go.

Formation lap.

They're racing!

It's a surprisingly slow start for Seb. Rosberg seems to get the advantage. Alonso is trying to find his way past the Redbull and Lewis is unbothered. Then Alonso tries to push him away to attack Seb but he doesn't budge. In the first corner, Rosberg takes the lead and Alonso has to fall back behind Lewis. But Alonso is relentless. They're wheel to wheel now but Lewis holds the inside line. His only chance is to overtake Seb, it looks like, but he's already a bit ahead, sticking to Rosberg instead. Then he attacks. And at the end of the first lap he's back in the lead, and Alonso overtook Lewis. Now Webber is coming at him from P5. Lewis defends but he goes wide, and he loses another place. Brundle says in quali Mercedes carried more wing than the others at the front. It will cause them issues if it stays dry but if it rains, it should help. Alonso is attacking Rosberg now. They are slow in the straights, there's nothing to do about it really. And Grosjean's engine just blew up! Thick white smoke. Alonso overtakes Rosberg, Webber is coming.

We see a replay from the start. Massa overtook 3 cars before the first corner. Amazing!

Webber overtakes Rosberg for P3. The Mercedes are really going backwards. Grosjean is running along the track to get back to the garage?! So dangerous!

Lewis locks up, he's close to Rosberg, and under pressure from Massa. Rosberg says his struggling with the rear which is no surprise. Is he gonna let Lewis through? We're on lap 10.

Rosberg's engineer diplomatically says "if you have problems with your tyres then don't hold up Lewis, if they're coming back then push." Webber is about to overtake Alonso… Lewis gets ahead of Rosberg. And Webber gets ahead of Alonso. Jenson is also making his way up the field, from 14th to now 7th. Good job! Massa also overtakes Rosberg. Alonso's engineer says there won't be rain for another 20 minutes, and then maybe some halfway through the race. We shall see. Rain would be fun.

It's lap 20. 51 to go. Seb's engineer says there's a few spots of rain in the air, but they don't think it's serious at the moment. Massa pits. Jenson and Di Resta pit. Lewis and Alonso pit. We see a few raindrops on the camera lenses now. Rosberg pits. And Webber pits. It's slow. 5 seconds. Alonso is ahead of him! And Seb pits. It's fast this time. Webber overtakes Alonso for P2 again. But Alonso fights back, it's not enough. Lewis is not far from Massa now. But he falls back a bit. He talks to Bono about the double boost (?), and Bono tells him he can reduce the boost in the turns 2 and 3. "Save it for the main drag." Massa's engineer immediately reacts "I think Hamilton has a problem with his KERS [...] so I think he has a problem too". Massa is told to carry on like this, "this is fine". Brundle wonders if that means Massa also has a problem with his. It's been 30 laps.

And now we learn from Crofty he's also under investigation for crossing the pit entry's white line. It might be good for Lewis, it's a shame for Massa. It's his home grand prix and he's driving well. On the radio his engineer tells him to be careful with the pit entry and to not cross the line with the four wheels. The journalists are surprised by this four wheel bit. They never heard of that before but they might've talked about it in the drivers briefing. Both Lewis and Massa lock up. Massa gets a drive-through penalty. Bono excitedly informs Lewis "so don't challenge him, don't challenge him." He doesn't drop back though he's 0.4 seconds behind him. Massa is absolutely PISSED about the penalty. "This is unacceptable, this is unbelievable, unbelievable, UNBELIEVABLE! Unacceptable," he says. And he doesn't come in at the end of the lap as he was supposed to. There's still some raindrops on the camera lenses but no real rain, not even a drizzle. Lewis protests about Massa still being out. Bono says "he's obviously trying to push you back but don't get suckered into it." Lewis is losing a lot of time over Alonso, who's ahead of Massa. But finally the Brazilian is forced to come in. We're halfway through the race.

To Ted's delight, who was expecting it, Massa serves his drive-through all the while shaking his head and making hand gestures. He's out in P8. Lewis is faster than Alonso now. Jenson tells his engineer to stop talking to him in the braking zones.

It's lap 40. Damn 71 laps is a lot of laps. This is getting a bit dull. It would be a nice time to start raining and cause chaos. Jenson and Massa pit. Rosberg and Perez, who was putting him under serious pressure, pit. Massa says it's raining. I don't see it. I still hope he's right. As Lewis inquires about the weather as he sees some changes too and Bono answers that it seems to be five minutes away, we see a Williams spinning around missing a wheel. It's Bottas. OH NO FUCKING HELL. THE SAME THING IS HAPPENING TO LEWIS. Seb pits. It seems he was having issues with his tyres as well. Wtf is going on?! And it's slow. It's so slow, they weren't ready for him. Man I asked for chaos but not that?! AND NOW WEBBER IS BEHIND HIM WAITING JESUS everybody is pitting now, Alonso is in as well. Crofty thinks there was contact between Lewis and Valtteri and that's what happened to their tyres. I'm gonna need a replay. And if that was the issue why did RedBull queue their cars? Lewis finally makes it into the pits. I wonder if he'll be able to go back out. He does. But the last time this happened he went out and ultimately retired because of floor damage.

There's a replay. Oh fucking hell. Yeah. That's on Valtteri. He tried to unlap himself and ran into Lewis' tyre. Lewis didn't move. He didn't change lines. He left him plenty of room.

It was Valtteri's mistake. But he claims Lewis turned into him. Lewis didn't turn, love. Susie Wolff is aghast.

Crofty wonders if Lewis will get a penalty. I honestly don't see why he would, he did literally nothing. And again, you all know I call him out when he fucks up but he didn't. Alonso is closing on Webber again. Bono says they've picked up some floor damage indeed, they're waiting on a report from someone about it. It's lap 50 now, Lewis is P8 and under investigation. Crofty still thinks it's his fault.

20 laps to go. Ted thinks Redbull was scared of a Safety car and that's why they stacked their pit stops. It cost them in the end. They were expecting Webber first for some reason and that's why it was slow, they had to go get Seb's tyres. Lewis gets a drive-through penalty. I really don't get it. We don't hear him protest over the radio but I wouldn't blame him if he did. Webber is also closing slowly on Seb. Ah here it is. His radio is not good this race so I'm not sure exactly what he says but I think he's asking if it was his fault. Bono answers "yes mate we don't quite understand it but erm… we're gonna have to take it. So just keep pushing as much as you can." He serves the penalty. We see another replay. I still don't get it. Lewis made the slightest move to take the turn. Bottas didn't move aside as he did. He had room to do so. I truly don't see how that's on Lewis, but I'm not a steward. Now it's raining on some parts of the track. Lewis overtakes Daniel for P9. Valtteri says he's not sure what happened, but when asked if he thinks it's fair Lewis got a drive through for it, he says "it wasn't my fault that's for sure".

It's lap 60. Pic's suspension just broke. 10 laps to go. Ted says it's raining harder but it's almost the end of the race anyway. 9 laps to go. They're trying to push the Caterham up the hill off the escape road Pic took. 8 laps to go. The Caterham is sliding back because of the slope 🤡. 7 laps to go. 6 laps to go. Maldonado spins after contact with JEV. He almost collides with Jenson as he goes again. 5 laps to go. Seb's engineer says the rain is gonna pick up and to be careful. 4 laps to go. 3 laps to go. It's getting foggy and some cars are slipping around but Ted says the rain has actually not picked up to the point Lewis has been on radio asking, and I quote Ted's quote : "where's the rain, man?" He's apparently been answered that the big "we-need-to-change-tyres" rain has cleared. 2 laps to go. Final lap. Webber's engineer says : "one more lap Mark, enjoy it!"

It's the end of the race, and it's the end of the 2013 season!

Seb wins ahead of his team-mate with Alonso in P3, Jenson in P4, and Rosberg in P5. Lewis is in P9.

Webber takes his helmet and balaclava off as he's still driving which seems like a terrible idea tbh. Seb does donuts, for a change.

Mercedes managed to be second in the WCC ahead of Ferrari which is a big step for them.

Anthony shows us the replay of the collision again. He shows that coming out of turn 3 Lewis is on the normal racing line. He's close to the edge of the track. Bottas has the DRS. He says Lewis is fully aware that he's behind him going down the straight, because he's veered off the racing line and started to defend. Ah, I hadn't seen that I have to admit. It seemed to me he'd stayed on his line all along because of the POV but he hadn't. Anthony says the rule is when you come back across the track to make your turn and you're defending you have to give a full car width worth of space to the other. But I think he did that, there was space. Anthony agrees. "And as the cars make contact…" and their screen goes gray lol. But anyway Anthony says when they collided Lewis had given that width. The image is back on. We continue. One thing Anthony notes and I also noticed during the race because Crofty or Brundle was saying Lewis didn't see Bottas was there, is that Lewis does not at any point check his mirror. Anthony indeed mentions Brundle saying that and agrees with him, but he then points out as I was saying earlier that Bottas had room to his right. "He doesn't have to be completely on the side of the track but he's got a little bit of get-out across there if he wanted before the two cars actually made contact." Anthony concludes that he can't really defend Lewis because he did cause a collision in that it was his car that made contact with Valtteri's but he did everything else by the book. He also interestingly points out that it's difficult to take into account how fast the cars come at you when they have DRS. He says he can't put the whole responsibility on him but basically Lewis will be sorry he didn't check his mirror, and he had to serve the penalty.

Well let's hear from Lewis… Ah… He's not smiling and he’s speaking in that very soft sad tone he takes when he’s unhappy. Natalie Pinkham asks about the drive through first of all. He says "yeah I guess I caused a collision… with a back marker… trying to overtake me erm…" He has an ironic smile.

But his voice breaks a little. He shakes his head.

He's more assured now. He says what he always says. "I don't really know what happened." and "I need to go watch it." He says he's gutted he lost the team so many points. She asks where he thinks he could have ended up if it hadn't happened. He looks a bit smug now. "Well… I was catching Fernando, so..." he thinks they would have had a chance to "at least fight" with him.

She says it was a tough weekend for him and not a great way to end the season which isn't really fair to him. She asks him to talk about his season and the highlights, his win probably being up there. He sighs, he says the highlight really is the team getting second place in the championship.

(It's true it was his goal at the end of 2012, pushing the team further). He adds glumly that "otherwise it's not been a spectacular year in terms of my performances but hopefully there's more to come in the future." She says it's gonna be a busy winter for everybody but asks how positive he feels in the team and how much hard work is already going towards 2014. He chuckles. "Well I don't feel much positiveness at the moment," he admits.

"But I'm sure with a break I'll regain it and going into next year I'll come back strong." – "A nice holiday for you now?" she asks. He thinks for a second. "Not just yet."

"But soon I hope," she answers. He nods and hums. "You deserve it."

Well. That's where we end up 2013. Coming up : the season summary and the favorite gifs!

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2013 #2013 brazilian gp

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masterjedilenawrites · 3 years ago

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Blueberries and Cowboys: Chapter 4 (Cowboy Path)

A choose-your-own-adventure style fic. Refer to this Masterlist for previous chapters and alternate paths.

Chapter 4: The Party (Cowboy Path)

Pairing: Eli x reader

Content: Drinking, some angsty pining

Length: 2.4k

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

The gala was as elaborate and ostentatious as you would expect of a formal event at the Imperial academy. It was like the whole ballroom shimmered as glasses of drinks were passed around and ornate dresses swished about in dance. You'd certainly never been a part of anything so grand from your home world before.

The sight made you pause as soon as you entered through the doors. It was breathtaking.

You let Thrawn guide you around the ballroom, barely registering his path as you took in all the shiny and expensive details around you. You were especially enchanted by the handful of couples circling around the dance floor, seemingly floating along with the music. You hadn't danced in so long... properly, anyway. Shimmying around your room in your underwear after a shower did not count.

"The music is quite pleasant," said Thrawn from beside you. For a moment, you forgot that part of the plan for the night was to substitute the names of your targets for other subjects, so any potential eavesdroppers would be none the wiser to your true intentions. Anything related to music was supposed to symbolize one half of the plan: Eva and Arden. But because you were so caught up in the spectacle around you, and your inner longing to genuinely engage with it all, you didn't immediately pick up on Thrawn's true meaning.

"It is," you said with just a hint of wistfulness. Your eyes happened to be watching one of the more gracefully dancing couples, the only signal to Thrawn that he needed to help you refocus.

He cleared his throat just loud enough to get your attention and then flicked his eyes toward the entrance of the ballroom meaningfully. You followed his gaze to see Eva and Arden had now arrived. Eli would be keeping an eye on them, while you and Thrawn would track Burdick. Your heart sunk as you were reminded, yet again, that you were not here for a good time. Tonight was about Thrawn's mission.

"Do you think Eli has noticed? The music?" you quickly supplied, hoping Thrawn wouldn't doubt your support.

"Yes, he seems to be enjoying it." Thrawn then looked to a different part of the room, where Eli was standing next to his date. Sadie. She was a tiny thing, with perfect proportions and well-styled hair and wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. You suddenly realized who she was, not having connected the dots before. She was in a few of your combat classes and had this weird habit of pumping her fist in victory every time she landed a good hit. You and Eli had made fun of her together. Why was he now going out with her?

"Yeah, he does..." you said absentmindedly as you watched your friend. Eli was making a show of casually looking around while really paying extra attention toward the couple by the entrance. But then Sadie linked her arm in his and looked up at him with a sweet smile, and he returned the gesture with a smile of his own. Your previous feelings of awe and fascination over this event were quickly turning into something much more sour.

"Did you also notice we have an assignment due soon?"

The comment from Thrawn made you blink away from the troubling scene in front of you. The Chiss had not been watching Eli, actually sticking to the plan and scanning the crowd for the other person of interest. Commander Burdick, who would be referred to by discussions of homework, another innocent topic. Thrawn had finally spotted him over by an hors d'oeuvre table.

"Thanks for the reminder," you muttered. A tray of drinks passed by, held aloft by a protocol droid, and you took the opportunity to swipe at one and down its contents in one go. You could see Thrawn eyeing you curiously from your peripheral, but you made it a point to not look back.

"Perhaps we should stand out of the way," said Thrawn, taking hold of your elbow and guiding you through the crowd and over to an area where several tall cocktail tables were set up. You set your empty glass on the surface of one of them and leaned restlessly against it. Your eyes kept wandering toward the commander as he munched furiously on some kind of cubed meat, glowering at all who passed by. Eventually you'd have to help make sure he was glowering at Arden long enough to maybe get some ideas, but right now, with the night only just beginning, there didn't seem to be much need for you to linger.

"This is a fun song. Maybe we could dance for a bit? Pass the time?" you asked, swirling your empty glass around in a bored manner.

Thrawn stared at you for a moment, most likely trying to determine if you were using the special code that you were supposed to or if you were actually talking about music and dancing.

"I think we should discuss the assignment that is due," he said, almost in a reprimanding tone. "It is rather important."

You swiped at another tray of drinks passing by, muttering over the rim of the glass, "Who goes to a party to talk about homework?"

You were being salty; you knew that. This mission was important and you cared about it. You cared about your friends and what this meant for them. But it seemed the more alcohol you took in, the more annoyed you grew toward those friends. Thrawn was such a stick in the mud, and Eli was apparently a big flirt. Was this really the best way to fix their problem? Was it really worth missing out on a fun evening?

Thrawn didn't seem too pleased as you downed your second drink in a matter of minutes. He cleared his throat in that way he did when he was about to lecture you. You cut him off before he got the chance.

"So what was that surprise you were talking about earlier?"

He blinked at you. "I never mentioned a surprise."

"Yeah. You said you didn't disappear, you were working on something, and that I'd see soon enough. Well? What should I be seeing?"

He reached across the table and gingerly took your empty glass from you with a frown. "You hadn't noticed? There is only one assignment."

It was your turn to blink at him. He sighed and jerked his head to where Burdick was still standing.

"I made sure his date would be delayed in arriving," he said very quietly; you almost couldn't hear him above the din of the party. "So he wouldn't be distracted."

You looked over at the Commander, not very subtle in your observation of him, so it was no surprise the man noticed your staring and frowned even more deeply.

The sound of your name caused you to snap back to Thrawn, who was circling the table to lean in closer. He seemed upset; or, as upset as Thrawn could ever seem through his calmness.

"If you have other things you wish to be doing, I would much rather you leave for them, instead of staying and causing problems." His voice was low in your ear. You sighed at his words, feeling bad for how you'd been behaving.

Just a little bit.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite student," came the voice of Commander Burdick. The man had apparently decided to come over after discovering you'd been staring at him, however, he was very clearly addressing Thrawn and not you. "I'm surprised you'd even come to an event like this."

"The Academy has provided a generous occasion tonight," Thrawn slipped out of his scolding of you and into his usual demeanor without missing a beat. "It would have been in bad taste for us to not attend."

Though it had been your staring that'd called him over, it was only when Thrawn referred to you collectively that Burdick finally acknowledged you. He gave a grunt as a sort of laugh.

"What about that scruffy little friend of yours? He doesn't care about taste?"

"Eli's here..." you heard yourself saying. You also felt Thrawn tensing beside you. You tried to give him a reassuring look as you turned to point out your friend behind you, moving about on the dance floor with Sadie. And just beside them was Eva and Arden, as you knew they would be. The two couples seemed to be trying to one-up each other with their dance moves. You quickly turned away so you wouldn't have to register how exciting and intimate it all was.

"So I see," Burdick hummed. You couldn't tell if he still had the same frown from before, or if it was a new one in response to seeing his ex with a student. "You're not a dancer, Thrawn?"

"Only when the mood strikes, sir."

"Well if you don't show your woman a good time, someone else will." Burdick took a step forward and held out a hand toward you. Your eyes grew wide, panicking. That was certainly unexpected.

Thrawn quickly, and smoothly, jumped to your defense.

"Sir, I'm afraid she is not feeling well. I have simply been keeping her company."

Burdick looked between the two of you, and then briefly beyond at the dance floor, before giving an odd smirk and retreating.

"Very well. Enjoy your... company."

The Commander turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd. As you watched the back of his head, you couldn't help but wish you hadn't frozen and had accept his offer to dance. It was probably going to be the only offer you got all night.

"What... were... you... thinking..."

You looked over at Thrawn, surprised he was still upset. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes.

"Huh? I made sure he noticed Eva," you defended yourself. "He asked me to dance, probably to make her jealous, but since that's not happening, he'll be able to focus his revenge on Arden now."

"That is quite the assumption, based on absolutely no evidence."

"There is too evidence--"

"And apparently we've abandoned all secrecy and discretion, too. Might as well announce what we're planning to the whole ballroom while we're at it."

Thrawn's piercing eyes looked down on you, looking more like fire than they ever did. You bowed your head for a few seconds, needing to escape the heat and cool down.

"I'm sorry," you said, finally looking back at him. "I didn't mean to... mess up on the homework."

You offered what you hoped was an endearing smile. Thrawn only left you hanging for a second before he relaxed just a little.

"You did not mess up," he stated, returning to his side of the table and finally taking up the drink still left sitting there. "But perhaps you should just observe for the rest of the night."

And observe you did. The rest of the evening seemed to both pass by in a shimmering blur, and crawl forward at an unbearable pace. You observed couples dancing, laughing, even kissing. You observed how the energy of the ballroom shifted from eager liveliness to unhurried intimacy as time drew on. You observed the hors d'oeuvres dwindle and the champagne lose its bubbles and the lights dim ever-so-subtly.

Occasionally you actually observed the "homework," whenever he happened to pop out from the crowd. Thrawn did most of the note-taking, pointing out under muttered breath how the commander was still fixating on his ex, how his frown seemed to change from grumpiness and anger to determination and craftiness. Whatever that meant. You couldn't ever pretend to notice half the signs Thrawn did.

But most importantly, you observed a certain shaggy-haired boy from Wild Space.....

The way he danced, somewhat stiffly, but not as clumsy or awkward as one might expect from someone who couldn't figure out a tie.

The way he seemed to so effortlessly keep an eye on his despised classmate while still paying attention to his date and all her friends.

The way he casually hung out with her friends in between dances, as if he'd always been a part of their group.

The way he held her.

The way he looked at her.

At some point, you'd finished off your fifth glass of champagne, and you were definitely feeling the effects of it. That was what you were feeling, you told yourself. Your stomach was in knots and your brow was feeling warm and your heart was beating in your ears, all because of the alcohol. It didn't have anything to do with your guilt from upsetting Thrawn earlier, or the fact that even though Eli had nodded your way a few times in acknowledgement, he hadn't once come over to make good on his promise to save a dance for you. Nope. It was the alcohol and nothing else.

"Thrawn," you said quietly, breaking the Chiss's concentration on something-or-other across the way. "Do you mind if I call it a night? I'm pretty tired."

His eyes flickered over at the amount of empty glasses you had collected beside you, but he didn't comment on it. Only nodded in understanding and returned back to his mission.

You sighed as you picked your way through the crowd that remained. Quite a few students and teachers had already left for the night, but plenty still remained, and it baffled you just how many were hoping - and fighting - to earn to a place in the Empire.

And then something caught your eye just as you made to push through the doors and out into the night. One last thing to observe.

Eli and Sadie were swaying to the slow song playing, just off the actual dance floor. It was like they were in their own world. Her hands rested against his chest, and his chin laid atop her head, and they turned in slow circles as they rocked back and forth, holding each other close. When Eli's face finally turned toward your view, you swore your insides were threatening to crawl up your throat and spill out all over the shiny floor.

His face was relaxed, content. His lips were turned upward in a pleased sort of smile you'd only seen a few times on him before, usually after he'd told you a nice childhood memory, or after he finished a hearty meal. This wasn't an act; this had nothing to do with the mission or your purpose here at this dance. He was happy, holding her.

Just as his eyes wandered from whatever peaceful place they'd been resting and locked onto yours, you finally pushed through the door and left.

#star wars #eli vanto x reader #eli vanto #thrawn #thrawn & reader #choose your own adventure #friendship #romance #friends to lovers

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winnies-headcannons · 4 years ago

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Kyoya x reader

Secret crush

Summery: kyoya just knew he liked you from the way you walked to the way you care for others. You were a family friend of kyoya so he had known you since birth, he had secretly liked you for awhile but family buisnness got in the way. You guys havent talked in a while but when you joined the host club his heart stopped.

Trigger warnings: Drinking, arguing, fluff, slapping

A/N: I hope you like this, I've been having writers block lately but this idea inspired me!! Anyway enjoy!

Koya's eyes widened, his heart racing like horses on a race track. Out of everyone in the school, Tamaki had to choose you to be the new host, a girl he had known since birth, a female he had liked for forever but too stubborn to tell you. You meant everything to him but he let his work get in the way. He had pushed you away to focus on the family business as he tried to impress his father.

After the host introduced themselves you smiled, you couldn't help but stare at the black-haired glasses-wearing guy, he looked more mature than he did when you guys were little. His chest was buffer, his facial expression more serious. It was kinda...hot.

"Hi, my name is l/n y/n, second-year student!" You exclaimed introducing yourself to the hosts, you were honestly excited to get started. You were the first female to be in the club that will be working with guys (besides Haruhi at times). One thing you didnt except was that your childhood best friend/crush would be the manager of this type of club. I mean come on the Kyoya ootori a host? Kinda hard to believe, he wasn't the 'host' type.

"Well well well, got ourselves a cute little kitten~" the ginger-haired makes spoke in sync, your face became a light shade of pink "you're gonna be fun~," the one named Hikaru said resting his arm around your shoulders. Kyoya got pissed, he didn't want anyone to touch you but he didn't want anyone to know so he just watched from behind the black book he always writes in. "Wow Tamaki was right you two do look just alike!" You smiled, you can't believe the resemblance they had, identical twins!

It was a few hours before the club opens and you were just starting it up with the club. They told you how they wanted something more for the club, they wanted it to surpass high school, you found it quite amazing how hard they work just to please girls. "Oh that reminds me, you didn't get to meet kyoya when we introduced ourselves!" Tamaki exclaimed "no need me and y/n have known each other for years" kyoya interrupted, "she's a family friend" his voice monotone, never looking up from his book. The club mentally facepalmed, they knew there was a reason why you didn't talk to him. "Yup, but we kinds fell off in middle school..so we haven't really talked since then" your heart pulled at you're chest, it hurt you've loved him for so long yet he just pushes you away.

"I didnt seem you to be the host type kyoya" you exclaimed turning around to look at him, he smirked from behind the big black book "nor did I, tamki talked me into it" turning toward tamaki he was doing his little kingly pose "yes all my idea!" God he was full of it. "We must not delay the ladies and gentlemen-" he looked towards you "are going to be here soon! We must get the club ready" everyone nodded got to their designed spot but kyoya didnt move just sat there so you decided to sit with him at the back of the room. "So..how have you been" you shyly said, you noticed how he didnt even look up from his book not once. "If your attempting to small talk me its not gonna work, Y/N I'm a very busy man and I dont have time for silly small talk" this made your heart hurt, you knew he wouldnt really wanna see you but figured it's been so long since you've last seen each other, Guess you were wrong.

"O-okay" you put on a fake smile and walked to your designated spot fighting back tears. In the back of your head thinking maybe, just maybe he would be different. Hours have gone by and it was honestly a good first day, flirting with guys and them flirting back, even got a few numbers. Your population was growing quickly, I mean it should everyone knew at this point that your family was close to the ootori family so they wanted to get on your good side. School had ended at this point and you were waiting by the front gate for your ride, but thanks to the buisnness of your father and his driver he couldnt make it. You had gotten the text on your phone a few minutes ago that he couldnt make it, you only sighed not surprised but disappointed.

Sitting on the front gate fountain you sighed, how were you gonna get home? It was too far to walk and you didn't really know anyone well enough to get a ride with someone except..no, no you couldn't, he didn't wanna even talk to you let alone give you a ride home.

"Your father not coming?" A voice appeared out of nowhere. Looking up from the phone you see the devil himself, Kyoya. "Ah, no he's busy" a fake smiled crept on your face, he was the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

"Well seeing as we live close to each other it would only make sense you ride with me" his dace black his stare harsh, you didn't want to but yet you did. Only wanting to know why he pushed you away so much. "A-alright" you agreed, walking with him to his limo. "We're taking miss L/N home first" kyoya exclaimed to the drive, he only nodded and drive off. It was silent half of the way there till you got the guts to speak "Kyoya..why did you push me away" oh God why did you ask that your anxiety oh the frights now. He looked up at you and was silent for a quick second "Y/N you should know the answer. We are both very important people and we can't let a friendship get in the way of things" he huffed out "but we've known each other all this time why now" he was starting to piss you off, you just wanted your friend back, you wanted to see if y'all could be more. "Because my father's business is much more important than our petty friendship" tears were on the verge of your eyes, clenching your fist on your dress "why do you care so much" looking down and tears falling down your face "because I love you.." He eyes widened and his heart racing, did you really mean it? All this time he thought you were just playing him. "y/N I-" suddenly he was cut off by the sudden stop of the limo. "Don't bother kyoya like you said, your work is way more important than me" you got out of the limo leaving him speechless.

The last thing you remember about that night was running to your room and crying your eyes out, you even snuck into your dads room and stole some alcohol and chugged it, throwing it up instantly as your body wasn't use to it. Even though you kept puking you just kept drinking till eventually you were drunk off your ass making you fall asleep.

The next day the worst hangover hit you, school was the last thing on your mind but had no choice, after spending to much time in the bed past your alarm you got up and got ready for school. Arriving at school you went straight to the host club knowing everyone would be in there, rubbing your temple as you opened the door. "Wow Y/N you look like shit" one of the twins said you only grunted at their statement and sat down on the couch next to haruhi "jesus Y/N you smell like alcohol" the female dressed as a male (still valid) covered their nose. "Sorry didnt have time to shower, but damn I have a hangover like no tomorrow" rubbing your temple Mori handed you a water with a simple 'here'then walked away. The hosts was crowded around you wanting to know why you drank so much last night. "Listen guys I dont wanna talk about it." Kyoya was getting mad, a simple argument made you drink so much last nigh? He slammed his book closed causing everyone to be quiet, he stood up quickly and walked to you grabbing you by the hand causing you to stand "are you stupid? Drinking at your age, ruining your system" he stared you straight in the eyes "why do you care, why not just go write in your little book if yours." You harshly said making his jump back a little "if you weren't such a DICK maybe you would have more friends, maybe someone would love you MAYBE-" you were cut off by a pair if warm soft lips, it was kyoya, his hands on both side of your face. You never kissed back only stared at him in shock. Soon he let go of your alcohol tasting lips, "I do love you" you heart skipped a beat, beating as fast as it could go, tears formed at the edge of your eyes.

Slap

Your hand met his soft pale face as hot tears streamed down your face. "I love you more" you smiled then hugged him, guess this is a perfect life.

#ohshc #kyoya x reader #x reader #ohshc x reader #fanfic #ouran fanfic #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #tw #slapping #alcohol #drinking

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yetanotherreader · 5 years ago

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Useful—3

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N, slight Dean x Lisa

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count (For the chapter): 2,712

Warnings (For the chapter): None.

[For some reason, some of the tags aren't working. I'm sorry about that.]

[[ Also I'm sorry for the no Read More thingy because it doesn't happen on the phone app :-(]]

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Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Mondays.

You dreaded them. For some reason, they were never good. They were sleepy, tiring and grumpy and unfortunately you couldn't do shit about it. You always had to wake up extra early for a hopefully refreshing shower, take the supposed-to-be small bus ride to the uni, which just got longer because of the Monday traffic and run to the lecture hall, only to have the professor glaring at you for coming late to the class.

Mondays.

Today was no different. You woke up extra early, took a hopefully refreshing shower, took the supposed-to-be small bus ride—WHICH was surprisingly not as long as always—and still ran to the lecture hall. Fxckin' tiring mess. The sleepless sleep still showed in your eyes and you would have given anything to have an extra hour for it that morning. But well, same old—Mondays.

And suddenly, today was different.

"Come on…" A group of annoyed whines were heard from the lecture room just as you entered the hallway.

"What's wrong?" You asked a very pissed Rhea, or was she Akira?

"Morning classes got cancelled. We woke up for nothing."

Honestly.. what the fxck was wrong with the university? Mumbling and whining to yourself, you made your way to the cafeteria, maybe some coffee would help. Tried enjoying the warm sunshine on your face, keyword: tried, as you slowed down your steps near the playground. Or maybe you could just sit in the sun and make the most out of your oh-so-lovely Monday morning? Taking a seat in the bleachers, you decided on reading the book you were, at that time, reading.

Just halfway through the chapter— "Good morning, nerd. I see you're doing some fun stuff over here." You sighed, not wanting to get into any kind of argument at that particular time, or day- or life.

"You're back at it, aren't you?" You looked up at the still smirking Dean, dressed in his black and blue football jersey. A sight for sore eyes.

"Back at what?"

"Being a dick?" You looked back at the book still tired, "Look, Winchester, I'm so not in the brightest Monday sunshine mood right now. Don't bother."

"And here I thought we were friends." He sighed feigning sadness as he turned around to make his way back to the other side of the ground.

"You're here for practice?" He turned back to you, grinning adorably, just as you rolled your eyes.

"Yep but it doesn't start until at least a couple hours."

"Why so early here then?"

"Apparently, there's an emergency board meeting that all the HODs need to attend. So, delayed."

"Oh...that is why" You concluded why your classes got cancelled, "God. Don't you just hate it how they don't inform us about anything beforehand." You groaned.

"Not having the best morning?" He chuckled, as you gestured him to take a seat next to you.

"Nah. I'm the happiest I could ever be," You said with a yawn, "Should we go to the cafeteria before I die or we just let me die?"

"You're such a mood," He laughed toothily shaking his head, "Let us."

Sitting in the cafeteria, you sip on your coffee awkwardly trying to ignore the very obvious gazes of the people around you. You couldn't even make out how Dean looked so unfazed by all the attention, or maybe—obviously, he was used to it.

"You know," Dean started, seemingly, figuring out your awkwardness to ease the tension, "You could have just asked me on a date instead."

You chuckled, thankful for some words, "You wish, Winchester."

"Honestly...I don't" He said winning a laugh out of you.

Time flew by quickly, filled with laughter, corny jokes and sassy remarks with you not even realizing that all that attention didn't bother you anymore. Quite honestly, you didn't even realize they were there. To your surprise, you really did enjoy a Monday morning.

"Oh," Dean exclaimed as his phone buzzed, "Totally lost track of time. It was fun, but Y/N, I gotta hurry now. I'm late."

"Well I still have an hour to kill. Good luck with the practice."

"Oh yeah, there's still an hour to the class," Dean said as he hurried, "You wanna come see the game?"

"Oh, no no. I don't understand it. I'll rather read my book here."

"Nerd," he smiled at you, "Alright then, see you in the class."

"Yeah" You smiled back, as he went. Maybe Dean wasn't all that bad after all.

You just started with the chapter, again, that you were rudely interrupted... again.

"Look who's trying to get some attention, there. Whatcha think guys? What does she think of Dean's charity? That he got the hots for her or something?" You flinched at the ear-piercing group of laughter came from the direction.

"Tss. Geez, Cassie, mind toning down that screechi- sweet laugh a lil bit? Kinda trying to concentrate." You gave her a sweet smile and turned back to your work.

"Hey, Y/N. How's you? Long time no see." She came and sat where Dean sat not even a couple minutes ago.

"Was doing just good." You muttered as you kept your eyes in your book.

"You were? Obviously, you were," she started taking ahold of Dean's cup, playing with it, "Y/N, stop trying, darling. Dean is very out of league for you. I'm saying for your good."

"Sweets. You know the only reason I'm replying to you, Cassie, is just because it's rude not to?" You looked up at her at annoyed, managing a sarcastically polite smile, "Now if you could excuse me, I'm kinda in the middle of something.

She stood up rolling her eyes as you spoke up again, "And well, don't worry. I'm no threat. Dean and me, nope. Not happening. Also, stop acting like he's your property. The guy's got a life of his own to live, about time, you get one for yourself too."

Before she could retaliate, you made your way out of the door, leaving her processing what you said. Not gonna say that you had got bad blood with her but you had got bad blood with her. Honestly, you wouldn't give two flying shits about her if she wasn't the one with the brilliant idea of throwing you into the pool on your very first day. And if that wasn't enough, she had the nerve to bully you about it for the next few months too. Initially you ignored for a long time, hoping she would end it herself, but was she one to? When you had enough of her shit, all it took, then, was one punch to the wall and an angry 'next time it won't be the wall' for her to stop. Not that she ever was a trouble for you later, but you were her glare dart ever since. You were kinda looking forward to her passing out of the college— one year without her unnecessary glares and hushed whispers but she just had to get a year back for her last year. Oh, your life.

Practice was tiring, and since they had gotten just one hour for it, they didn't even get any breaks. On top of that, Dean might have sprained his neck. Maybe Y/N's bad day was contagious. Maybe she passed it to him.

Y/N. The thought of her bringing a faint smile on his lips. Damn, she was awesome. He wondered why she kept to herself, her personality sure would get her a lot of friends. That morning, Dean had actually enjoyed himself after a long time. He'd been so lonely for the past few months, he had almost forgotten how to laugh like he did today. She could be an amazing friend. Not to mention, he was still not over how she helped him back at Jo's without even mentioning it once today. Y/N was a good person, he could say that. Mysterious, but nice. He hoped that they actually became really good friends.

His eyes wandered to find her sitting by herself, in a corner as he made his way into the almost empty classroom, "This seat taken?"

She looked up from the book and, for once, smiled, "Hey..yes..no, please sit."

He smiled in return as he sat down beside her, lowly groaning in pain.

"You okay, there?"

"Yeah, I don't know, I think neck strain."

"Oh, geez. Want some help?"

He chuckled humorously, "And what will you do to make it better?"

"Well, they do say I have magic hands." She chuckled in response too, getting up to stand behind him. She started lightly massaging his neck and shoulders, pressing her fingers to his shoulder blades whilst her thumbs worked on his neck. She did the motion a few times as she felt his muscles relax, his knots loosening. He felt himself relaxing, the pain still there but better. How was she always good at whatever she was doing? She stopped her movements abruptly, as he realized a loud moan escaped his lips, only to burst out laughing the next second, "God, Winchester, what the hell?" sounding a little embarrassed.

"S-sorry. Damn it, your fault. What can I say, you do have magic hands." He laughed out, too.

The day went by quite fast after that. They didn't cross paths post the class again. It was the last lecture when Dean met with Cas and Jo. Finally.

"Hey!" Jo chirped as she came after the class, and hugged Dean from behind, Cas copying the action, "Dude?"

"Hey, strangers." Dean said, not in any mood to have a happy-go-lucky conversation with them.

"What's wrong?" Cas asked, clueless. Jo elbowed his ribs gently.

"What's wrong? Nothing." Dean walked ahead, rolling his eyes as the two of them followed him.

"Dean, come on. We're sorry, okay?"

"Well, don't be. Not that it matters anyway." Dean said coming to a stop, "What? You guys didn't go somewhere private, again?"

"Okay, first of all, stop taunting us, jerk. And second of all, we're sorry. We didn't mean to-"

"First of all, don't copy Sammy. And second of all, I called you two how many times, Joanna?"

"What can we do to make it up to you? Jo is right Dean, we're genuinely sorry. We just had a tiring night, so we slept in. Really really tiring." said Cas, blushing a shade of pink, as Dean's lips lifted in a very surprised smile.

"So...you finally, finally did it?" He looked from Cas to Jo grinning, "So you finally did our virgin angel, huh?"

"Shut up" she grumbled, trying to stifle a laugh of her own, blushing a few shades herself, "What about you and the specsy?"

"Who? Y/N? What about us?"

"Don't act innocent, De. Coffee dates and massage and all, huh." She said, cocking her brow, piquing Cas' interest in the conversation too, "Didn't think you'd go for her."

"We're just friends," said Dean, thinking about it from all the angles, "I think."

"You think?"

Dean shrugged, unable to come with a proper answer.

The rest of the day went pretty okay for him. Cas and Jo finally did spend time with him but it wasn't like before at all. They were different and he expected this, as much as he shipped them. They were a couple now, dynamics changed. He wasn't the same for them like earlier, he was the lesser priority. And single.

"So, you're telling me you're single?" You said, surprising yourself with the subtle, unnoticeable relief you felt. Dean and you had bonded pretty well over the past couple of months. You had never thought you two were ever going to be friends, but he was nicer than he made himself look. You learned a few things about him, and about the first day dare too. Oh boi, weren't you just ready to whack his butt with a spoon.

"Yeah. Well, that sounded judgy, Y/N."

You grinned apologetic, "Hee, sorry. It's just it's hard to believe is all."

It was funny how you two became good friends so soon. You were not really one for friends. For a long time, you'd been alone, convincing yourself you liked the quiet. Although you did, it was undeniable how loneliness got to you every time you wanted to talk to someone about something going on in your life, a bad day or even something as normal as your new favorite TV show. It sucked, now that you were admitting to yourself. It sucked how you had no one to talk to. It sucked how you couldn't even complain about it to anyone. And it sucked to spend your weekends alone in your dark room, trying to distract yourself with a book or fanfic, pretending that it was all okay.

And now here you were. Not in a dark room, not alone and not pretending. Here you were actually talking to someone about the random-est things on the planet, laughing with him and actually enjoying yourself. You both still weren't on the we-tell-each-other-everything stage and you highly doubted you ever were going to be but it was still nice. Yeah maybe you hadn't told him shit about yourself yet, but he was still the closest you'd ever been to someone in years. You had Lisa and you cared about her, you did. But where was it written that the person you care about would care about you the same way too? You were never in the list of her priorities, never even close. But she trusted you, and that's why you were...friends? You didn't know exactly. She would come to you after a break up or when she was having a bad day. You had helped her so much, for so many years, it became your instinct to do it. She had friends, she was loved and she had a life you would never. She was Lisa Braeden. She was she, and you were...you. Plain, dull, unattractive Y/N. That's it. That was you in three words. And honestly, you didn't mind. You had come terms with it a long time ago, terms with no one caring about you.

Until two months ago. Dean was a good friend. He was nice, sweet, protective and funny. And most importantly, he...cared. He would tell you jokes on Monday mornings, give you ice pack when your clumsy ass ran into the closed door and invite you for movies with his friends which you always refused to. When Dean realized you didn't like going out with strangers, he invited you over for a movie night to his place. It was, maybe, the sweetest thing someone had ever done for you. He made you snacks and then you guys talked about random things the entire night only to pass out on the couch later. After that, it had become your Friday night tradition.

And with all these sweet things, could you blame yourself for starting to feel something more for him than you should? You, very well, knew this would never happen. Dean had a type, a taste in girls and you were far from that. You had too few/many curves than what looked beautiful, you didn't have the most beautiful hair or skin and you were not pretty. Simple. He would never feel for you. And you, too, only had a silly little crush on him, which would go with time. Right?

You woke up, cuddled with a warm figure on the couch, head under the blanket. You struggled to pop your head out of the covers and once you did, you were met with a beautifully freckled face sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful that you never wanted to wake him up. Your eyes just briefly glanced at his plump lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them or maybe, feel them against your own? And in a matter of seconds, your eyes were back at the blanket, hiding your little secret you kept from yourself. A secret only your late night or early morning self knew, which you would conveniently deny to yourself later during the day. A secret you would pass off as nothing but your sleepy head's made up story.

Nothing, but a story.

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Chapter 4

A/N: Alright, I don't know how it turned out. It took me more than a week for this chapter, and I couldn't even think of anything. I'd write a few sentences and close the document. A writer's block, I think. Well anyway, I didn't have anything in mind so it's mostly a filler chapter which I somehow used to make the little-st progress in the story. Mostly their friendship. I think I'll make it stronger before I do the shit I have planned. Please don't hate me for the chapter coz I already do :')💔

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chenles-moonpies · 5 years ago

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Mission, failed

• An nct mafia au, chapter 1

• 2k words

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"You go to china, find the boy, bring him back. Plain and simple."

"Plain and simple my ass. Does he know how many people are here!?" Winwin cursed as he looked around the corner from a fight they were observing. Taeyong, leader of his gang NCT, had sent him and Yuta on a mission to track down someone that fancied his eye. Normally Winwin did an exceptional job at spy work, but being paired with Yuta lately has had it’s consequences. "Also why am I with you?” Winwin complained, “You don't speak a lick of Chinese and always mess up important details." The two had been paired together recently after Yuta begged a reluctant Taeyong to do so for weeks without consulting Winwin. He agreed eventually, “Fine. but I'm not sending you in the private jet when you go to China. Just Business class.” He had told Yuta.

"I'm offended. You know the rules! No solo missions." Yuta reminded his friend, "Unless you're in-"

"What's going on over there?" Cheers, or rather yells, were piercing the air around them. Citizens flocked to the middle of the bustling shopping roads where a fight broke out. Winwin and Yuta looked at each other before racing over to see as well.

"I think that's the one." Yuta whispered. The crowd was rather large so it was a bit difficult to see, however Taeyongs words echoed loosely in his mind. "Short hair, gets in fights, Winwin I think we're done!" Yuta smiled brightly at the taller male. His response was a bit delayed. Could it really be him? Wasn't he a bit… small?

"You IDIOTS!" Taeyong yelled, hands banging down on his desk. "I told you exactly what he looks like and what do you do? Bring me someone not any bigger than a Dream member!?"

The man scoffed, "I'm not that small-?"

"Look, you want us to do well? Stop sending me with him!" Winwin fought back, pointing back to his partner. Yuta's face grew rather disgusted, if not disappointed. "What do you mean?" He questioned. "You always mess around and distract me." Winwin huffed.

"Then stop getting distracted. It's not hard!" Taeyong bellowed. The room grew quiet until the tied up boy spoke, “You guys seem tense. Maybe you should take a bath or something, some tea might help, maybe some Vodka-”

“Shut up!” Taeyong shouted, cutting him off. The four men stood in Taeyong’s office for a moment, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry, sir. Should we bring him back to China?” Winwin spoke sheepishly, suddenly aware that he should probably just comply with his boss.

“Are you insane or did you break into the drug stash on floor 15? We can’t let him go now. Leave him with me,” Taeyong sat down onto his chair and spun to face his back to the other three men, “I’ll talk to him.” Winwin and Yuta promptly left while bickering quietly. The door shut quietly with a click. “Ok, let's get to it,” Taeyong pulled up a pen and paper, “Name, date of birth, nationality, family and blood type please.” The man shuffled out of the ties restricting him,

“People call me Ten. I was born 27th of February 1996, I have a mother and father and sister and I don’t know my blood type.”

“Whatever, we’ll just get someone in to test you. You didn't tell me your nationality.”

“Well i’m not Chinese as you thought.”

“I didn't ask where you aren’t from, I asked where you are fr-”

“Why do you need to know, huh?”

Taeyong stared at Ten with sharp fury. But that was only the exterior he showed. Inside he was shocked. No one had ever interrupted him like that. 16 members prior to Ten and it hasn't happened once. And that wasn't even the ones he had to “dismiss”

“Just tell me where you're from, pretty boy.”

Ten looked around at the pointings that hung around Taeyong’s office, “Is this you? Who painted it? Their brush technique is very… unique.”

“I Think you’d better sit down and tell me where you’re from before we have a problem.” Taeyong spoke through gritted teeth

“Thailand.”

“Was that so hard?” Taeyong pulled some papers from his desk, “Sit down, Ten.”

“Fine,” he responded, “But I'm sitting because I want to. Not because you told me to.”

Taeyong slid a thin pile of papers across his desk and into the other man’s lap.

“I’m not reading all that.” Ten said, picking up the pile.

“Don’t worry, I'll give you the summary.” He sat back in his chair, “This is the NCT X Building. Its headquarters for the NCT gang. I prefer the term mafia but… to each their own.”

“Oh, shit ok.” Ten pulled out a pair of glasses from a pocket in his silk shirt.

“Long story short my father founded the mafia and I took over after the incident. I never liked the way he ran it so i changed a lot of things. So if you ever think I'm treating you unfairly i’ll remind you he was incomprehensibly worse.”

“So you’re recruiting me?”

“Call it what you want, you’re lucky I didn't just kill you.”

“Fair enough.”

“You’ll get to meet the other members soon but essentially there are two sections: 127 and Dream. 127 handles korean affairs, mainly based in Seoul. Dream…” Taeyong paused to laugh, “Honestly it's more of an experiment than anything and the only reason I'm maintaining it is because they’re good kids and you can't exactly leave this organisations unless you leave in a hearse.”

Hang on, did you say ‘kids’?”

“Yes, they're all pretty young. The youngest is 17 though so don't worry they aren’t too young. Anyway Dream only really handles very minor affairs but they've been doing well.”

“Jesus, you’re not gonna put me with them, are you?”

Taeyong laughed, “You should be so lucky. You’ll probably get put into 127 but for now you’re a trainee. Sign here.”

Taeyong presented ten with a black piece of paper with a light grey print and a white signature line. “That's some shady shit, man.” Ten said,

“Fine,” Taeyong took the paper away, “this is a gang, you don't actually have to sign it,” He said, signing the name ‘Ten’ in neat cursive on the white line, “It’s just so the less intelligent members get a sense of security from the legitimacy of a contract. But you seem smart, so you don’t need that.” Ten laughed quietly in response,

“Now,” Taeyong whispered, pressing a black button on his desk, triggering the large mahogany doors to open, “Would you like to meet the others?"

"You said there's sixteen others, right? Why so many?" Ten questioned, following his new leader out of the room. "I have my reasons. This way."

The hallways were long, some narrow, Ten noted. It wasn't dark like he imagined gang buildings to be either. Most rooms had a large glass window to show into it but a few were kept a secret behind locked doors. They peaked his interest for sure, so the male made a mental note to explore once he has a bit more freedom.

"In here is the main break room on the floor. Usually you can find Johnny, Jaehyun, or maybe even Jeno in here."

"So many J names." Ten laughed. Taeyong couldn't disagree there. "Come in." He nodded his head as he opened the door.

"Johnny, Jaehyun, meet Ten." Taeyong said, introducing him. Johnny nodded while Jaehyun presented his hand. "You must be the new recruit!" Another voice spoke out. A head popped over the edge of the old, slightly tattered, orange couch in the corner of the room. "Who are you?" Ten asked.

"Mark Lee. I'm in all the units. Well, was."

"What do you mean, aren't there only two?"

"He was in dream but graduated. He doesn't have an official position yet."

"That's why I'm in all of them. In Hopes of finding out." Mark said, pointing his thumb and finger at Ten like he held a real gun. "Enough chat. Anyone know where Doyoung went?" Taeyong asked. Everyone shook their heads no.

"Maybe in U-"

"Right, later then. I'm sure someone is in the cafeteria." Taeyong blurted, interrupting Mark. The leader walked out, the heavy door slamming behind them. "Mark, you idiot. No one can know about U so soon!" Jaehyun scolded, smacking the younger boy on the shoulder.

"What's U? I don't understand." Ten asked, his mind buzzing to know what secrets Taeyong was keeping. He'll be damned if he gives up trying to find out. "Who knows Honestly. Kid is so overworked I don't think he would know where his head was if it weren't attached."

Taeyong re-entered, brushing something off his shirt, and was immediately bombarded with Ten’s questioning "What positions were they all?" Ten asked.

“Does this guy ever shut up? Why does he want to know everything so bad…?" Taeyong thought. "Johnny is the muscle. I count on him to keep people in check, sometimes to do the dirty work. Jaehyun is 127s Charmer."

"Charmer?"

"Every talented mafia needs someone to swoon others to get desired information."

"That desperate huh?"

"You won't understand. Not yet."

Ten took in his sudden surroundings as he noticed Taeyong had been leading him down a couple flights of stairs. "Elevators?" He asked. Taeyong shook his head. "Not to the floor we're going to. Doyoung likes his privacy."

After walking for what seemed like hours, Taeyong and Ten finally got to their desired floor. “I get this dude wants his privacy but this is ridiculous.” Ten complained, pretending to be out of breath. Taeyong let out a small laugh, “You know, Ten, I hope your sense of humour helps you get around obstacles and doesn't cause you problems.”

“Well,I'd be lying if I said they hadn’t before.” The two approached a tall, oak door with a silver “DY” on it next to an eye hole. “Kind of weird that you guys have peep holes on bedrooms.” Ten said as he got on his tiptoes to look through it, “It’s blacked out!”

“Mhm. Everyone but me is supposed to have an eyehole to make sure no one’s up to any funny business but Doyoung has a tendency to disagree with that rule.”

“Ah.”

Taeyong knocked three times on the door before opening it, “Doyoung, you’ve got company!” He yelled. A tall, slender man with dark wet hair entered from around the corner, “Taeyong, you might be everyone’s boss but you can't just come in here unannounced. I’m your right hand man not your slave,” he looked up from tying a black robe around himself, “I don’t just do whatever you want me to like the others d-” He paused, “What does he want?”

Taeyong laughed, “Doyoung, you’ve never been the best at making people feel welcome.”

“This looks like a Jaehyun thing.”

“Huh?” Ten looked at Doyoung, puzzled,

“Is this another ‘date in exchange for information’ thing because I'm not doing that again, that's why we have Jaehyun.” Doyoung walked back around the corner.

“No, it’s not.” Taeyong yelled over to him, “And if it was, you’re not supposed to say that to the person.”

Doyoung re-entered from around the corner now fully dressed in a white dress shirt, a silk tie, and tailored slacks. “I have to go out.”

“I don’t remember you telling me that.” Taeyong responded.

“I don’t remember me needing to.” Doyoung pushed passed the two men.

“My name’s Ten.” Ten shouted as Doyoung started up the stairs,

“Thats nice.”

“He’s going to be rooming with you for now.” Taeyong yelled.

“What?!” Doyoung came back down the stairs.

“It’s only temporary while we make up a room for him. Everyone has a roommate and they have smaller rooms. You’re alone and you have a room that could fit at least five people.”

Doyoung stared angrily at Ten, “Fine. But if this lasts more than a week, You and I,” Doyoung looked Ten up and down, “We’re gonna have a problem.”

“I’ll see you around, Doyoung.” Ten responded with a smile. Doyoung stormed off leaving a tapping sound on the marble floor echoing throughout the halls.

Taeyong and Ten looked to each other as Ten laughed, “I like him.”

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80s-roger · 5 years ago

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EX - Roger Taylor {pt 6}

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studio 6:34 pm

"So she agreed?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, she had no other choice." Roger nodded while setting the drums up.

"Well, fingers crossed he won't do anything until the conference. It's the day after tomorrow." Brian said while taking a sip of his tea.

"I know right Brian. If he does though? He will definitely say that Y/N cheated on me. This is how it will be presented at the press. He will definitely hide himself, won't he? All he wants to do, is embarrass her." Roger said in despair.

"He will hide himself. He's not that stupid to expose himself. But he's the one who will sell the tape. Suspicions will go to him anyways..." Brian thought.

"I bet he knows some guys there. Or else he'd be already exposed." Roger grabbed the drums sticks, playing with them nervously.

Suddenly, Deaky came inside the lounge. He was carrying some papers. New song.

"Are you talking about y/n or the new single?" He asked.

"Y/N's issue is more interesting than the upcoming album. You know we hate disco." Brian explained.

"I understand that y/n's and Roger's life will be at risk for sometime but it will be forgotten. However, according to the new album, it's a new vibe Freddie and I wanted to invest in. It's fifty fifty so disco gets in and you have no other choice but play." Deaky smiled and gave them the score and the lyrics of Backchat.

"What the hell is this, are you dissing me?" Brian asked after reading the lyrics.

"That's your idea." Roger mocked him while smoking and Brian looked at both of them annoyed.

"John come on, you don't really mean all this, do you?" Brian asked confused. Deaky raised his eyebrow. "Damn you John. I'm forced to play your diss track about me? And I have a guitar solo?" He acted insanely.

"I'm sorry Brian, we are a band. We should start playing it." Deaky smiled.

"Fine, I won't use my red special. Neither at the future music video." The three of them stood up. "But where's Freddie?" He asked.

"He is outside, talking on the phone." Deaky said pointing at the exit.

"I'll go tell him we're starting." Roger said and exited the lounge room.

Accidentally Roger, misheard Freddie's conversation with a press guy. Possibly, a photographer. Roger had to eavesdrop. The issue seemed familiar with his personal life.

"He sold an uncensored video? To whom?" He asked shocked. Roger knew it was over. "At your company? Today?" Freddie sounded upset. "Fuck..." He groaned. "How am I supposed to tell him? Did he give any personal details of him?" Roger had to step in. He wanted to know.

"Freddie who are you talking to?" He asked furious. Freddie made him the hang on a minute gesture.

"Do we have much time left? Until the day after tomorrow?" He asked. "Hmm... I see. I have a recording now. We'll talk again, darling. Thanks for letting me know." Freddie hang up the phone, facing Roger.

"Who was it?" Roger asked. "I'm not playing games Freddie." He turned red.

"Wow darling, relax. It was a friend of mine, who works at the press magazines. There was Derek at his office a quarter ago, giving a tape and saying that there's Roger Taylor's girlfriend in there." Freddie had to say the truth, what he was exactly been told.

"Fucking fuck..." Roger moaned, pulling his hair.

"My friend unfortunately wasn't alone at the time he received it, but with a paparazzi, editing the photos for tomorrow's issue. Which means..." He moved his head disappointed.

"They saw the video oh my god. My baby's out there getting watched. I can't stand the idea of her-" Roger covered his head and Freddie pulled him closer.

"Hey darling it's okay, it's okay... He'll try to delay it. The good thing is, he didn't give personal informations. Which means you can invade, saying it was you." He tried to calmed him down but it wouldn't help.

"How much?" Roger asked furious. "How much did he sell it?" He was afraid.

"He sold the tape a hundred thousand, saying it will be the scandal of the year. The drummer's girlfriend with a guy." Freddie said.

"My future fiance doesn't deserve to be sold like a whore around the world." Roger tightened his fists.

"Fiance?" Fred asked eager.

"I want to marry her in the near future. But I want to be engaged at first. I kind of mentioned it during our morning fight but the words flew like the wind. She probably doesn't want to get married." Roger stared at the ground.

"Rog, are you serious? She is dying for it. You have no idea how many times she's told me that." Freddie eagerly said, waiting to walk the church's stairs soon.

"Fine. I'll find a way to propose to her. I hope we won't fight again. We literally didn't see each other yesterday for an entire day. She was mad at me, nonetheless, you know.. I was at her place by midnight and she wasn't mad at me anymore. You get it?" Roger giggled.

"That girl has such a fierce temperament. Tell me it happened the way she likes it at least. Make my pal satisfied." Freddie jokes and Roger wanted to be honest with him.

"What has she told you? She never really told me how she likes it." Roger tried to recall if you ever told him about it.

"Oh darling she looks so innocent at the outside but she's so wild at the bedroom. Hasn't she told you she likes it rough?" Freddie whispered.

"Jesus Fred, we're talking about my girl."Roger's eyes got wide. "Yeah it was rough." He coughed, trying to hide the clear sentence.

"Guys what are you doing so long? It's been ages! We have the diss track ready!" John yelled from the studio.

"On our way!" Freddie yelled back and they both walked towards the studio room. "That's my favourite couple, working hard. But I can't accept the fact you fought again this morning." He teased Roger and everyone was finally at their position.

Time passed fast until the recording was done for today and the boys were about to leave the studio.

"Wanna catch up at the pub two blocks from here?" Brian asked. "I can't believe I played for a diss track about me. I need to forget it." He added and everyone in the room laughed.

"Sure, let's do this." John agreed.

"Yes darlings, count me in." Fred said too. "Roger?" He asked. The blonde, was thinking it for a long before answering.

"Not this time... I have to go over y/n's, it's hard now. I will join you another time." He eventually refused but the boys could show compassion.

Roger drove over your apartment. He saw the lights turned off, which caused him wonder if you left. He used the elevator to reach the forth floor and finally he was standing in front of your door, knocking it patiently. You opened the door a minute later, with your eyes almost closed. However, you knew it would be Roger because that's the usual time he comes home. Home. You don't live together yet, but he's always at your place. It was 11 pm, you were so tired to stay awake and wait for him.

"Hey, come in..." You said while yawning.

"I'm sorry I had to wake you up. My keys for your home are at mine's." He apologised and closed the door for you. He didn't forget to kiss you.

He followed you to your bedroom, you instantly laid yourself back in your bed, waiting for your man to lay too. He removed his clothes, staying at his boxer.

"I missed you." He said when he made himself comfortable at your bed.

"Missed you too..." You said while trying to get your sleep back.

"What time did you fall asleep?" He asked and placed his one hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

"An hour ago. It was exhausting today. He got me running like a fool outside the company. I believe he did that on purpose." You were saying without being easily understood, since your mouth was placed at the pillow. However, he could clearly hear you because he was focusing on your voice.

"If he fires you, I'll take care of you. I want to get engaged with you." He suddenly said and your head popped up from the pillows like a pop corn.

"Are you serious?" You asked losing your sleep. "A- are you doing it on purpose?" You asked.

"Of course not. I just don't want to call you a girlfriend anymore. I want you to be my fiance. And later my wife." He smiled at you, you felt the butterflies in your stomach making a huge party.

"Oh my God baby, I love you so much... That's wonderful of you to say!" You teared a bit and he hugged you.

"I love you too and everything we're going through is just temporary. Focus on our future happiness love." He kissed you and both got the spoon position, as usual, you were the little spoon. "I bloody love you. I don't even know what I'd do without you." He confessed to your ear.

"Probably sleeping with chicks, like I would do too." You cynically said.

"Ay babe, you don't want to start this, do you?" He teased you.

"No I don't, because I'm sleepy..." you yawned and he kissed your neck gently.

"It's dark and I can still see some marks from last night. Better cover them for tomorrow." he said while looking at your neck.

"I've been knew Roger. They were there since last night. Goodnight..." You covered yourself with the mattress, dreaming the day he'd propose you.

the next day

You woke up by the sound of your phone ringing at the living room. It wasn't even eight yet... You were scared or tried to stay calm thinking it would be Freddie asking for Roger, who was sleeping next to you with his leg crossing yours and his hand wrapped around your chest. You had to move him without giving any shit if he'd be awaken.

"Shit Roger, I have to pick it up." You made fast moves and he woke up. You looked at him, staring at you with terror, like he knew what the phone call was about. He got out of the bed, following you outside. "Yeah, don't follow me around like I'm a poodle." You told him when he stood behind you.

"Well I need to know who's on your phone." he frantically said, totally awakened by now.

"Don't get paranoid, Rog..." you said. "It must be Fred, asking for you." you tried to joke yourself too.

"Fine, just pick it up!" He said annoyed and you finally did it.

"Hello?" You answered. "Good morning Freddie. You want Roger?" You asked Fred while looking at your boyfriend.

"Y/N the sex tape is leaked. The press knows everything but the guy. Derek couldn't say it was him or anybody else. Just... Just calm down okay?" His voice was trembling and so were your legs. You locked eyes with Roger who was staring at you with his eyes wide opened.

"Oh my fucking God..." You murmured and you covered your mouth with your hands. Roger came closer to you, knowing exactly what the phone call was for.

"Y/N it will be over, our conference is tomorrow, we'll cover it!" Freddie tried to reassured you.

"How the hell can you cover a video which is out to the public right now? My life is fucking ruined right now! I won't go at my work today! You know why? Because I'm fucking fired! They warned me, no more photos of me at the magazines or I am fired! Now not only are there pictures of me out there but a video of a drunk y/n, getting fucked!" You screamed at the mic, in which Fred could excellently hear you crying. Roger grabbed the phone from your hands.

"Fred I will be late today or not even come there. Okay? Bye." Roger hang up and held you in his arms while the tears were streaming down your face. You both sat at the floor, he was holding you so tight, trying to take away a little of your sadness. "Just let it out baby... Cry..." He caressed your cheeks and moving hair tufts behind your ears.

"This is all so fucked up Roger..." You said while crying your heart out.

"I know it is, just cry as long as you want... I understand and I won't leave you today if you want to." he said with his rhaspy and gentle voice, while holding you inside his arms, with no any gap between you. "I love you." He whispered in your ear and you shivered.

"I won't leave this house until it's over..." you looked at him and he whipped your tears.

"No, you can leave the house, paps will meet you out there and I'll be more than satisfied if you raise them a middle finger." He encouraged you, trying to make you laugh a bit.

"I already ruined your public figure, what are you talking about?" You said insecure.

"I want a cutie pie between family and friends, a savage out there and a bad girl with me." he teased you and you finally smiled. "Fucking ignore them Y/N please... I promise you it will be forgotten." he promised to you and you really wanted to believe him.

"What about tomorrow?" You asked.

"They'll prefer making questions about the tape instead of our upcoming album trust me. I'll take care of it." you both nodded your heads and just stayed there for like an hour, hugging, waiting for you to calm down.

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the-observant-frisbeetarian · 5 years ago

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Chapter 4

We’ll Meet Again by George deValier

It happened so gradually that Arthur barely noticed it. It seemed that one day his pub fairly swarmed with American soldiers, and the next, the place was almost empty. Of course it had not been that sudden, but when Arthur looked around one sunny afternoon and noticed how few men in uniform were in the pub, he was shocked. Somewhere along the way he had become used to the Americans. And now that there were so few, he couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of sadness… and along with it the awareness of what this sudden emptiness implied. But that was too painful to think of.

Not a day had passed in the last week without Lieutenant Alfred Jones turning up at the bar, grinning cockily and proposing some new and exasperating way to waste Arthur's time. And of course he spent every night in the pub with Arthur, talking and laughing and grinning and winking and even bloody singing. But Arthur had done everything in his power to resist the blinding, magnetic, undeniable attraction the American held. There was no point being drawn in by Alfred's charms. Any way this mess ended, it was going to be bad. But that didn't mean that Arthur could stop himself from spending every moment he possibly could with the handsome, cheerful, bloody frustrating pilot.

And now Arthur stood behind the bar, mindlessly polishing the same glass he had held for the last twenty minutes, trying to convince himself that he was not waiting for a certain American fighter pilot to walk through the door this bright, sunny, endless afternoon. He risked a moment to turn away and place the glass in the case. Almost immediately he heard Alfred's voice behind him.

"Howdy sugar, are you rationed?"

Arthur spun around, smiled widely, then immediately tried to suppress his delight. "I beg your pardon? I've no idea what you're talking about." The smile quickly fell from his face at the look on Alfred's. It made Arthur feel suddenly ill. "Whatever's the matter?"

"Busy this afternoon, is it?" Alfred made an attempt at a grin, but his eyes weren't sparkling, and he didn't lean easily on the bar like he always did. He did not even ask for a bourbon. Arthur poured one anyway.

"Rather steady, I suppose… what's wrong?" Arthur refused to be driven off the subject.

Alfred hesitated. "Come have a drink with me." His eyes, his voice, his fidgeting hands - they all told Arthur that something was different. This was not a regular visit. Arthur nodded slowly, even as his stomach turned slowly cold.

"Very well. Take a seat and I shall be with you in a moment." Arthur turned and put away a few bottles, grabbed a cloth to wipe down the bar top, and tried unsuccessfully to quell the growing dread in his gut. Eventually when the bar top was sparkling clean and nothing remained to delay him, he headed over to the table by the second front window with a glass and a full bottle of rum to sustain him.

They sat in complete silence for a few minutes, tension building, until finally Alfred spoke. "Well, we're… we'll be heading out tomorrow." Alfred placed his glass down and looked into Arthur's eyes. Arthur looked away. Another silence.

"Where?" asked Arthur finally. He tried not to think. Tried not to feel.

"We're stationed somewhere in Italy. There's a landing planned at Anzi… Anza…" Alfred laughed humourlessly. "I can never remember those Italian names."

"Anzio," said Arthur, his body going numb. He tried to swallow. He had known this day was coming, but somehow he had thought they would have a little longer. He shook his head, trying to make sense of it. "That's sudden."

Alfred shrugged. He looked apologetic, his normally cheerful face disturbingly grave. "They don't give us much warning. We knew we were leaving soon though. It's not unexpected."

"I suppose not." Arthur looked past Alfred at the wall. He willed himself to focus on it. There were a few cracks. It would need to be repainted. The noise of the pub washed over him and turned to static in his head. When Alfred spoke it seemed to come from far away.

"I'll write to you."

"Thank you, but I expect you will be so busy. Please don't waste your time on me." And why would he… after all, what was Arthur to Alfred?

"But I…"

Arthur stood hurriedly. "I… I must go. There is so much to do for tomorrow... I mean, this evening, I…" Arthur hastily grasped for his glass of rum, only to knock it over. He ignored it and picked up the bottle instead. "Please, stay safe, and I expect to see you after this great bloody mess is all over, yes? Goodbye, Alfred."

"Arthur..."

Finally Arthur looked back at Alfred. For a long moment their eyes remained locked. Alfred's were wide, pleading. It took all Arthur's strength to tear his away. He turned, almost knocking the chair over in his haste, and rushed from the room. He tried desperately to hold himself together as he passed groups of patrons drinking and talking and laughing. His hands clenched into fists and his eyes stung. Finally he pushed open the back door, hurried up the stairs and through his living area into his bedroom, and slammed the door behind him. Leaning back against it, he covered his face with his hands and promptly burst into tears.

This was absurd, he told himself. He should be relieved to be rid of that annoying American, to get his life back, to not have to deal with this uncertainty and confusion. But all he could feel was a cold, empty hole where his heart used to be. The idea that he would never see Alfred again left him breathless. The thought that he… but no, he couldn't think that. Arthur tore off his apron and tie, threw them angrily to the ground before unscrewing the bottle of rum. He took a deep gulp, unheeding of the burning in his throat. All he wanted was oblivion. He swallowed, breathed deeply, and drank again as the hot tears streamed over his cheeks. He wiped them away impatiently. Alfred was going. Alfred was gone. And Arthur had known all along that he would, but the reality of it knocked him nearly senseless.

After gulping down a few more mouthfuls of rum, Arthur gasped for breath and headed for his bed, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the covers and never come up. But he stopped in his tracks as the door opened behind him. Arthur froze mid-step, feeling his stomach twist and his neck burn. He had forgotten to lock both doors. The door behind him clicked shut and he felt a warm presence at his back. He couldn't turn around.

Alfred's voice was rough and uncertain. "Arthur. I don't want that to be the way we say goodbye."

"Is there a better way?" asked Arthur bitterly. He tried to wipe his tears without making it obvious, but felt Alfred grasp his arm gently but firmly. Arthur forced himself to turn and look at Alfred. "Why did you follow me?"

"Why are you crying?" Alfred asked in a soft voice, ignoring Arthur' question as he gently touched Arthur's damp cheek.

"I… I… I'm not." Arthur tried again to wipe his tears, but Alfred took his hand. The touch sent a shuddering strike across Arthur's skin.

"Because of me?" Alfred took the bottle from Arthur's hand and placed it on a nearby table.

Arthur shook his head, paused, then nodded.

"Did I do something wrong?" Again Alfred sounded uncertain, and Arthur hastened to reassure him.

"No, Alfred. No, I just… I…" Arthur took a deep breath, wiped his eyes, and helplessly let it all come out. "I just want you to know that I never cry and I know I must look completely ridiculous but I don't understand how you do this to me… Oh why did you have to come into my life and make everything wonderful and awful and oh so bloody confusing!" Arthur shut his eyes tight against the tears that refused to stop falling. "And I knew all along that you would leave, so I tried so hard not to feel this, but in the end I couldn't stop falling…" Arthur caught himself before the words slipped out. What if he had this all wrong... what if Alfred was disgusted with him... "Oh bloody hell, this is so absurd!"

"Ssh." Alfred put his arms around Arthur and slowly pulled him close. He leant down and kissed Arthur's eyelids gently. Arthur shivered at the touch, his skin tingling at Alfred's warm breath against him. "I'm sorry. But I couldn't help it. From the second I saw you, all I wanted was to make you smile."

"Don't say that!" said Arthur, half-heartedly trying to push Alfred away. Alfred didn't move. "Don't say it, because you're leaving and I won't ever see you again and I can't bear it, I can't bear that you won't…"

"I'll come back to you," interrupted Alfred.

When Arthur looked up into those smiling blue eyes, he suddenly realised how terrified he was that Alfred wouldn't. "Please Alfred, I…" But unable to give voice to the emotions which flowed through him, Arthur simply grasped Alfred's collar, pulled him down, and kissed him. He abruptly stopped, panicked, and tried to push Alfred away, but was stunned when Alfred reacted strongly, devouring Arthur's mouth as he enclosed his waist with strong arms. Arthur felt such a strong jolt of desire that he was shocked, but when he realised Alfred was responding, everything he had denied feeling came flooding out. He was terrified of Alfred leaving. He was terrified of Alfred forgetting him. He was terrified that maybe he had not meant to Alfred what Alfred had meant to him. He was simply terrified.

Arthur tried to forget the terrifying thoughts by losing himself in Alfred, and he cried out in surprise when Alfred frantically lifted him with strong arms. Arthur's head started spinning. He wrapped his legs around Alfred and, their lips still joined, Alfred carried him to the bed, where they fell down together. And Arthur finally accepted that this was what he had wanted all along. Like this. Alfred…

"Alfred… Alfred…" Arthur gasped, clutching onto Alfred's shoulders; placing kisses on his lips, his cheek, his neck, his ears. Arthur's breath caught from the amazement of touching Alfred like this: the way he wanted, the way he had wanted since he first laid eyes on him.

"Arthur, I…" Alfred began, then paused to thoroughly kiss Arthur again. Arthur's defences melted away completely. "Do you want…"

"Yes!" Arthur almost screamed as he thrust towards Alfred uncontrollably. It struck Arthur that they were both very, very aroused. "Ohh yes… I want…" This felt sudden, but it felt right, and it was like everything had been leading to this. Alfred was kissing him. Alfred was touching him. All this time, Arthur hadn't dared dream it. Alfred wanted him. "I want this."

Alfred's eyes darkened at the words. He practically ripped Arthur's shirt over his head before doing the same to his own. "I want you," he whispered, and Arthur gasped for air when their bare skin pressed together. It felt electric, unbelievable, perfect… like nothing he had ever felt, or even dared to imagine. Arthur tangled his fingers in Alfred's sweat-dampened hair and desperately sought out his lips again. They tasted of bourbon and sunshine and a slight hint of chocolate. Of Alfred.

Arthur could feel Alfred's heartbeat racing beneath his warm, smooth skin; could feel it thrumming in his hands as they roamed, rough and impatient, across Arthur's trembling body. It was intoxicating. Arthur wanted more. He wanted everything. Breaking the kiss, he reached over to his bedside table, grasped a jar of cold cream, and pressed it into Alfred's shaking hand. Alfred stilled and Arthur silently panicked, afraid he had jumped quickly to the wrong conclusion. But then Alfred's breathing became erratic against Arthur's neck. "Arthur, I've… never…"

Arthur smiled in relief, resting his head in the warm crook of Alfred's shoulder. "Neither have I. But… do you want…"

"Yes!" Alfred pulled Arthur into another heated kiss, reached down and fumbled clumsily at Arthur's trousers. Half amused and painfully aroused, Arthur kicked them off. Alfred quickly opened the jar and Arthur gasped when he felt Alfred's hand suddenly right there, cold and wet. Arthur wasn't sure if it really happened that fast or if it was the rum and the sudden exhilaration turning everything into a wild blur. But Alfred was against him, was entering him, and the initial pain didn't matter because everything was wonderful and intense and Arthur had never felt so much in his life. He could hardly make sense of it with the spinning in his head and his frenzy to touch as much of Alfred as he could; to be as close to him as possible; to never let him go.

Arthur lost track of the time they moved together, his head caught in a perfect place where only he and Alfred existed. "Are… are you all right?" Alfred asked with a shaky voice.

"Yes…" Arthur spoke in a tiny whisper, eyes tightly shut, barely able to answer through the waves of pleasure overwhelming him.

"Do you remember… when I told you about my first flight, and I… I couldn't quite explain it?" Alfred spoke with warm, gentle breaths against Arthur's lips.

Arthur's eyes flew open and he gazed into Alfred's. "Yes…" He remembered. Something about intense, breathtaking, being nervous but never wanting it to end…

"It felt like this."

At those words, heat shot through his spine like shards of glass. Arthur fought to maintain control even as he clung tightly to Alfred and they moved in a forceful rhythm. Tingling pleasure permeated every part of him; his body thrummed with tension everywhere Alfred touched. Everything seemed to fade and this was all that existed now – their bodies melding together, their tongues sparring, lips and limbs and sweat and breath. It was all too much. The pleasure narrowed, sharpened, focused, and Alfred's face blurred above him as Arthur released with a soft cry. "I love you," he whispered, his voice broken and muffled by Alfred's shoulder. Half sobbing, half laughing. "Blast it all, I love you."

Alfred gasped, and shuddered, and trembled for a long moment before falling forward onto Arthur. Arthur held him close while they brought their breathing under control. Their bare skin pressed together, slick with sweat. Then Alfred lifted his head, looked into Arthur's eyes, and said, "I love you too."

Arthur buried his face in Alfred's hair, suddenly embarrassed that he had let such words slip. "You don't even know me," he mumbled. Even now it seemed too incredible, too wonderful that Alfred could mean it.

Alfred laughed shakily. "Sure I do." He rolled onto his back and pulled Arthur into his arms. Arthur rested his head on Alfred's chest, enjoying the feel of the hard muscle beneath him. "And I'm gonna find out even more. I wanna read every page there is to read in the book of Arthur."

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know, it just sorta occurred to me."

Arthur smiled against Alfred's chest. "You're hopeless."

"You're perfect."

"Shut up."

Arthur listened to Alfred's heart beating steady and slightly fast beneath him. Their hands entwined while Alfred twirled his thumb gently over Arthur's palm. A warm glow filled Arthur's chest. Alfred - lovely, annoying, incredible Alfred - loved him too. And he was leaving. The late afternoon sunshine flooded through the curtains, illuminating parts of the room while throwing others into shadow. Arthur's quiet contentment turned slowly back to gloom. Alfred seemed to sense it.

"I meant it before, Arthur. I'll make sure I come back to you."

Arthur's breath hitched. He wished he could make himself believe it. "How?" he asked, desperate for Alfred to prove it was true. "How will you do that?"

Alfred winked. "Magic."

Arthur laughed and rolled his eyes. "You've said that a few times. Are you some sort of magician, Lieutenant Jones?"

"I must be. I've made it this far."

"Oh… that reminds me." Arthur turned away from Alfred's blinding grin and reached for his shirt. He retrieved a white embroidered handkerchief from the front pocket and pressed it into Alfred's hand. Arthur hadn't even been certain whether to give the handkerchief to Alfred, unsure if it was inappropriate or too forward. Now was the perfect time, however. "You mentioned you didn't have a lucky charm, so… I embroidered this." Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell anyone," added Arthur gruffly.

"Our little secret," said Alfred, winking. He held the handkerchief up before him. It was pure white, with a red and blue pattern embroidered around the edge. In the corner two crimson letter A's interlaced. Alfred smiled and Arthur focused intently on his hands. "I'm honoured. It ain't no polar bear, but I think it makes one mighty fine lucky charm."

Slightly embarrassed, Arthur grunted and turned his head. He had finished the handkerchief only a few days after that first night they had drunk together, unable to stop thinking of Alfred, unable to stop wondering if his words and actions meant that maybe... just maybe... "How did you know that I was... well..." Arthur didn't know how to phrase the question, but he also knew that Alfred was too dense to understand if he didn't spell it out. "Well, that I was... like you, that I..." Arthur took a deep breath. " ... preferred gentlemen?" Alfred broke into a huge grin and Arthur felt himself turn bright red.

"Well Arthur, I don't know about you Brits, but where I come from if a guy holds your hand and dances with you and gets all red and flustered being shown how to hold a baseball bat, then it's a pretty clear indication he's interested in being a bit more than drinking buddies."

Now Arthur turned white. "You mean you knew... all along that I..."

"The first five times you poured me a bourbon you spilled half of it over the bar. Your hands never shook serving anyone else."

Arthur covered his face. "Oh bloody hell."

Alfred laughed joyfully. "That's why I knew I could say those things to you, about Beth being the only lady in my heart, about liking older men. I knew you'd understand." Alfred took Arthur's hands and kissed him warmly, gently. "You looked like you'd been hiding it a long time, though."

Arthur laughed shakily against Alfred's lips. "You have no idea." He blocked out the painful thoughts that threatened to break through - that yes he had hidden it for too long, only to find someone who understood too late - and watched the shadow growing stronger than the light through the curtain. "It's getting dark."

"Well, you know what you have to do when it gets dark," said Alfred, reaching over and tucking the handkerchief into the pocket of his trousers.

"Hey? What's that?" asked Arthur, confused.

"Keep smiling through," Alfred broke into song, "just like you always do…"

"Oh God!" Arthur covered his ears. "Do not start that nonsense again!"

"'til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away!"

In his haste to silence the terrible singing, Arthur reached for the nearest weapon he could find. He came up with a pillow and attacked Alfred with it. "You truly are the most awful singer I have ever heard!"

"You lie!" cried Alfred, flailing wildly beneath the pillow.

"Gentlemen never lie!"

"Well that's all well and good, but I was talking about you," grinned Alfred.

Arthur gasped indignantly and renewed his assault with the pillow. This time Alfred fought back. By the time they both fell laughing, exhausted onto the soft bed, the light outside was almost gone.

As the sun faded, Arthur and Alfred lay in silence, hands still clasped, their chests rising and falling in a similar rhythm. At some level Arthur realised he should be getting back to work, but he ignored the thought. These may well be the last moments he ever spent with Alfred. He tried to ignore that thought, also. As they lay touching, breathing together, it painfully occurred to Arthur that he had never been so happy in his entire life than he was when with Alfred. And he had spent weeks trying to ignore it and push him away.

Beside him, Alfred hummed the rest of the song he had begun earlier. Arthur felt regret surge through him as he clung to these last precious moments; feeling Alfred's skin against his, breathing Alfred's scent, listening to his gentle humming mixed with uneven breath. Arthur fell asleep to the soft tune of 'We'll Meet Again,' lying against Alfred's chest, their hands clasped firmly together.

When Arthur woke, the room was dark, and Alfred was gone.

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Disclaimer: This story belongs to George deValier. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing.

#We’ll Meet Again chapter 4

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not-so-secretly-alexandra · 6 years ago

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Unicorn Obsession

Summary: Steve and Bucky brought you to a theme park. They loved bringing you everywhere and seeing you happy. But what happens when you become all gloomy?

Prompt: "That's it, we're going back for that unicorn."

A/N: Sorry my entry is delayed. I have no excuse. @mal-functioning-writer , it's still for you though... #Mals3kStash

Word count: I have no idea I'm sorry

This is my first time writing. + I've been a perfectionist. So, I hope you enjoy it!

This is as close as I could get to what I imagined... ⬇⬇⬇

"Hey, (Y/N)! What do you wanna do next?" Bucky gleamed.

You were at the theme park. Steve had gone to buy some snacks while you and Bucky tried out every booth you could come across.

You were like a little sister to Bucky and Steve. They loved hanging out with you. They loved making you happy. They basically adopted you after meeting you. They found you in one of Stark's foundations and they became sort of the ones who take care of you now.

***

You've never been to one, so they found a local carnival for you to go to.

You rode the carousel. Watched the both of them play balloon pop and that hammer game, which ended up leaving a little competition between Steve and Bucky.You enjoyed watching because, you had to admit, you had a crush on both soldiers. But you were merely a teenager. So that didn't really matter a lot. You were having the best time.

...

You practically begged for Steve to try face painting. You loved trying out new things, and you loved doing it with them. But in all his seriousness, all you got was 'no'.

"I'm gonna go get us food." The super soldier said as he, kind of, ran off to avoid being done to him what you have been begging him about for the last 5 minutes.

"Umm... wow. Is getting your face painted really that bad?" You asked Bucky who only hummed back, he wasn't really paying attention to you. He was enjoying the brush strokes, the wet paint that felt cold against his skin. You chuckled at his response.

"Wow you really find that relaxing, huh?" You muttered under your breath, "Meanwhile, the other guy wouldn't even--"

"W-what? You said something?" He flinched, startling the person who was putting on the paint. They huffed. They're probably intimidated by now. You've been nudging Bucky's arm every now and then and it's become annoying.

You shrugged and shook your head. You wanted to rant about how Steve was being uptighter than uptight lately. But the artist seemed too pissed, and just wanted to get it over with, you didn't bother. They were already scary beforehand. You took a step back but repeated the question anyways,"Is it really that bad? I mean, what's so bad about getting a little paint on your face?"

They did your face first, then Bucky's. You had a little unicorn painted on your cheek. You specifically asked for the unicorn because it was your favorite animal. You didn't care that people thought you were weird because you still believed it was real. You loved it, let them deal with it.

"No, not at all. It's fine it's just..." Bucky replied once they were finished with his face. "He's just afraid, maybe,"

"Afraid of what? His face swelling? Welts?" You side-eyed him before turning to face him. "... is he afraid he won't be able to say anything patriotic because..." you held your breath up to your cheeks to make it look bloated and brought your hands up to your face, which only made you look more like a zombie.

"Hey," you were cut off by Bucky giving you a 'don't even think about it' face. You giggled at that. He continued on answering your question, "he's afraid of not being taken seriously."

The paint on Bucky's face was made him look like a sweet little bunny.

"Then, why are you okay with it?"

"I'm used to it. And with what already happened, people will never take me lightly."

Bucky smouldered as he said that and you chuckled, finally realizing the sight in front of you. Never have you thought the winter soldier could look so innocent, ever.

He had little bunny ears drawn on his temples, whiskers were drawn by the nose up to his cheeks and below his lip was white paint with black outline resembling chompers. It was hilariously contradicting to what he just said you wheezed.

"What?" He looked so confused it only made you guffaw at the ex-assassin who was actually a sweet little bean bun. You never thought you'd see anyone purer for the rest of your life.

"You're- you're so cute!" You managed to say as you tried to stop.

But you couldn't stop laughing so Bucky just grabbed you by the back of your shirt and dragged you as he went on crossing out the list of rides for you to go.

***

You played tons of games, went to tons of rides with them, but there were still tons more to explore.

"Knock the bottles, win a prize!"

"Ooh, look! a unicorn!" You were making lovey dovey eyes staring at it. You pointed at the booth with a specific 24-inch sized plushie, "How 'bout we play that one, Buck?"

His eyes darting to the game then back to you, "You know I'm not good at this stuff..."

"Can you at least try?" You looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"We should probably wait for Stev--"

"Please," you pleaded before looking over the stuffed animal again, "it's so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee!"

"Fine, doll." Bucky went to pay and play the game.

...

You and Bucky were staring at the abyss while you were at the bench. Your head was on his lap, your eyes were red from crying.

"I've been looking all over for you! Where have yo-- woah, are you okay?" It was Steve. He looked so worried as he cupped your face to see if you were hurt. "What happened?"

***

"Arrgh!" Bucky groaned as he made his last shot, still not hitting the bottles thrown with his right hand. He threw his head up and sighed in frustration before he hung it low and turned to look at you, "I'm really sorry, doll. I'm out of bucks."

He laughed dryly whilst you chuckled at his attempt to make a joke. It made him feel better to see you at least enjoyed his company.

You reached behind and took your money and stretched your hand to give it to him. "Let's go again?"

***

You explained only parts of what happened but mostly told him, "it's okay because you're here now."

You somehow left the part out where the prize was a unicorn. And you never told him you used all your money.

Both you and Bucky stood from the bench, taking the food with newfound hope. You gave him a toothy grin. Steve was here, he could totally win that unicorn.

"Thanks, Steve." Bucky gave a wide tight-lipped smile after biting on the corn dog.

"Bucky... you got- you got... buck tee-nevermind." Steve realized what was painted on Bucky's face. Steve couldn't believe his eyes. What was happening? Okay, so the soldier finally feels unimpeded. He looked free and happy for once. It really matches his personality when he's just not the brainwashed Winter Soldier. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Hey, Steve, thanks!" You said as you realized you were famished. If Bucky couldn't do it, Steve can. He's been winning prized toys since the beginning of time. You chuckled at the thought and continued with your cotton candy.

You were about to ask Steve when he said, "Sorry to cut our time short, but work called. We gotta get back to the compound. Tony said to meet him there."

Your face dropped. You were going home. But we didn't get the unicorn yet.

"Wait, we didn't get that plushie yet." Bucky tried to reason. "Steve..."

"I'm sorry, Buck, but we gotta be there in an hour. It's important." He sounded as apologetic as he could.

Bucky gave in, he knew he wouldn't be able to hit that target any time soon. And Steve, he was the one who really was needed there. Bucky was just backup.

You had just used up your money. All you wanted was that unicorn. You couldn't just give it up, but you couldn't do it by yourself either. You wanted Steve to play.

Where you were standing, you could see the unicorn clearly. Steve didn't seem to have noticed your eyes on the thing as he took your hand and walked to the automobile, basically making you run, trying to catch up to him. He was in a hurry, you could tell. His 6 and a half being, dragging your barely 5 ft. height, made it hard for you to keep up. He was literally sweeping you off the floor.

"But Steve, you could do it."

"Whatever it is, we can come back for it. Alright?"

You looked to see Bucky right behind. He looked to you and saw the tears threatening to spill your eyes. He mouthed an 'I'm sorry' and hung his head, eyes on his feet.

"But, Steve--"

"What?" Steve stopped in his tracks.

"...nothing." you said as you wiped your tears that were already falling.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" he said seeing you already crying. Concern laced in his voice. He wiped the tears on your face. "I'm sorry. What's wrong, sweetie? You still wanna play? I could give you a-"

You shook your head and mumbled an, 'It's not that.'"We should go. You need to drop me off now. Mr. Stark is probably waiting for you now," you gave him a weak smile and motioned for all of you to get into the car.

...

You didn't notice but the conversation you just had worried Steve greatly. You always gave way for them, even when there was something you wanted. You always just tried to let it go. But of course you had to mourn first.

The car was quiet as Steve drove. You sat in the back. You hid your face behind Bucky's seat, silently sobbing. You accidentally whimpered. You shot up before wiping more of your tears and pretended to hum innocently.

But it was already too late because Steve heard you, and he wasn't having any more of this. "Alright, that's it. (Y/N), what's really going on? You've been quiet the whole ride!"

"It's nothing, really!" You nearly screamed telling him you were okay. "I'm fine, Steve!"

"You don't seem fine," Steve was raising his voice. "If you wanted to play more, I could have given you a couple more minutes!"

"It's not that, Steve! I told you it's not that!" you sobs were uncontrollable now that you were facing the situation. You never liked it, it gets you emotional over the smallest of things. Plus, the suspense in the little vehicle was too much.

Bucky took the popcorn from the bag of food that Steve bought. He wanted to help you make Steve understand this, but not this way. He figured it's time for you to explain things yourself.

"Then what is it about?!"

"It's nothing, really!"

"Nothing?! Then, (Y/N), why are you crying?"

"You have to get back the the compound. Mr. Stark is waiting." You turned to face the window.

"(Y/N), just tell me what happened." He said, a little more gently. "What is this really about?"

"I didn't get that prized unicorn." You sniffed.

"What?" Steve asked, completely confused. You wiped your remaining tears and giggled as the face he made reminded you of Bucky earlier.

You sighed as you finally told him, "The prize for that game... the prize of the game Buck and I were playing, was a unicorn plushie. And I really wanted it."

"Is that it? Is that what this is all about?" "Yes, but I really wanted it. And Buck tried to get it for me but you know that it's literally the only thing he can't do, even in the 40's."

Steve now understood everything. He knew how you loved unicorns. He also knew what trouble you would go through just to get another one for your collection. And a unicorn like that, he knew you weren't kidding.

Steve glanced at Bucky and scoffed, "You couldn't have used your metal arm for it?"

"Shut up. You're the one who keeps on talking about being fair all the time! I guess you rubbed it off on me..."

"And now you're broke."

"I was just trying to acknowledge my other arm for still being here. I wanted to show that it still has its use."

The car was silent again for a moment. Steve contemplated. He felt guilty for not spending more time with you and pay attention to you more.

"That's it," suddenly, the car drifted, you heard the wheels screech, you were on the other side of the road.

You and Bucky gave him looks of bewilderment. Steve gave Bucky a look that he understood right away. You still looked ever so puzzled.

Bucky flashed Steve that wide grin of his again and made him laugh and shake his head once more. He won't be able to move on until he washed his face.

Steve said, with his game face on. "...we're going back for that unicorn."

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snakesarefuckingcute · 3 years ago

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Around where i live (idk about other places) in Sweden, we used to have train stations in almost every single little village. Every one has an old train station in it, that has since been transformed into a cutesy little house. And now, the towns are entirely reliant on cars instead.

Train infrastructure has a great need for maintenance and care, which is hard to maintain under a system where short term financial gains are prioritised. If we had maintained the tracks that we had before, we would have a SIGNIFICANTLY smaller need for cars around here.

Alas, as it stands now, we're only doing the bare minimum to sustain the trains we DO have, and the quality of fares are quite low (it's saying something when people who take the train daily account for it being ~10 min late when leaving for the day, and STILL end up late frequently due to delays, imo).

(Here's where I'd put "more under the cut" if I knew how, but I don't, so, sorry)

Prices are going up without an increase in quality, though not too much. The real provoking part about the current change in system is the digitalisation of the service overall. If you only have cash you can't buy a ticket in most places (as far as I am aware), and if you don't have a phone they have removed the ability to have a monthly card (which is a much cheaper alternative). Aside from the obvious problems, like the fact that Not Everyone Necessarily Has A Phone, it has come with a hoarde of other issues:

Of you're under 18/don't have a swedish personal number and try to buy a ticket in the app it tells you your details are invalid. (Main issue is the latter imo, seeing as the first probably stems from children not being allowed to sign contracts 🤷‍♀️)

Despite promising NO DECLINE IN THE SERVICES FUNCTIONALITY they have made it so

(1) you cannot lend out tickets for a custom time amount, instead you have to choose between (i think) 1h, 8h and 24 h. This was not the case with physical cards for obvious reasons, and the app did have another system until recently.

(2) you can only lend it out a set amount of times. I'd like to think that the reason this is shit is obvious, but if not, if you have the card physically... well, you can give it back and forth multiple times.

So yeah, they have made a new system that is seemingly designed to squeeze as much money out of any one individual as possible. And with a monthly card being as 600 kr it's not a tiny ordeal, especially to a family with less money.

Anyway, since I'm already ranting:

So, since there is obviously a need for improvement, and room for a lot of it! What are we going to do.

....Build a fast rail to Stockholm?

...what?

Just, for anyone who isn't swedish, we're a country of a grand total of 10 million people. We are scattered around at a density of 25 people/km². The EU has a density of 117 people/km². And here we are, planning on building a high-speed rail going through half the country that will be on-par with Japans high-speed rails. Huh?

(Just to be transparent here, I haven't heard much of these plans in a while. They might have been dropped?)

Not only will this be a huge drain on our finances, and the environment, but it will go through multiple natural reserves, cut through forests and people's homes, and most importantly

We already have a damn rail system going this. Very. Route!

Well, almost exactly. The current one is a biiiiit slower and has the ability to stop in more than uh... two towns? Three, maybe?

Ok, full disclosure, it's 5 am and I'm tired as shit. I just got angry about the fact that a system we have with so much potential is being fucked over so royally by people who have capitalists as their #1 interest. Idk. Also, fuck the high speed rail, it's so damn unnecessary and only a resource drain. I love trains, let's take care to keep them accessible and well-functioning. Thanks ❤

"but trains won't work in my suburb" Have u considered that your suburb was constructed with an agenda. That car dependent subdivisions are not something that has existed forever and that they're the product of policies designed to encourage car use and increase segregation. That mixed use development is 1. vastly preferable to live in and 2. literally illegal to build in most places in the US

#trains #long post #i am a n g r y #poltics #capitalism #environmentalism

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