#bitch knocked me out and bleached my hair

[lizardinkart]

Been heinously sick this week. It’s getting desperate… I’m coping with Amy.

This half assed comic came to me in a feverish haze:

The Dubious Dallon strikes again

[yandere-daydreams]

“Bitch.”

She was already scowling, but her frown deepened into a wicked sneer as she flexed her injured hand – the imprint of your teeth visible and pronounced against the meat of her palm. You hadn’t meant to bite her, but that didn’t matter, not to her, not when it came to you. She didn’t need an excuse to hurt you, just an opportunity, and you’d been stupid enough to give her one.

Her eyes flickered towards you, towards your crumpled body where she’d knocked you to the floor. The janitor’s closet she’d shove you into was dark, letting the harsh, phosphorescent lights of the school’s hallways silhouette Whitney; turn her into some great, looming monster with bleach-damaged hair and a mutilated mini-skirt. You could just barely make out the grin, wry and careless, that spread across her lips as she crouched, cupping your chin, pressing her thumb into your jaw with too much force for the gesture not to be deliberately malicious. “Now, that’s how I like to see my slut. On your knees, staring at me all doe-eyed and shit.” She paused, taking a moment to dig her nail into your cheek and savor how easy it was to make you wince. “You’re lucky I’m such a busy woman. If I had a few minutes, I’d give these losers a show and fuck you on the floor, make sure you get what you’ve been damn-near begging for all day.”

“Please, I—” You didn’t have time for her bullshit. If you missed a class, your grades would drop. If your grades dropped, Winter would notice. If Winter noticed, he’d question whether or not you were “dedicated enough” to deserve your part-time job at the museum, and if you got fired, you wouldn’t be pay Bailey at the end of the week and if you weren’t able to pay Bailey—

“I have to get to class,” You spat, if only to get yourself out of your own head. “Whitney, I don’t have time to—”

“God, you’re such a fucking nerd.” Her tone was demeaning, teasing, but her grin didn’t falter. “See, that’s the problem. You’ve been brushing me off every time I try to get a little quality time in, and I’m starting to get lonely. Is it a crime to miss my favorite slut?”

“I’ve got time after school, a-and I’ll eat lunch with you tomorrow.” Begging, now that reasoning with her had failed, pleading. Not that falling back on the blank, hope-eating void where her heart should’ve been had ever led to anything but disappointment and suffering, for you. “I can’t afford to do this, Whitney. I— I’ll fail a test, and get fired, and get evicted—

“I know.” It was almost a mercy that she didn’t even pretend to care. At least she knew what she was doing. At least she couldn't say she didn’t know how badly she was going to hurt you. “Maybe, when you’ve given up on that stupid fucking job and gotten your ass kicked out of that shitty orphanage, you’ll remember who really takes care of you.”

She leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss into your forehead. You tried to melt into it, to salvage what scraps of kindness she was willing to offer, but even your desperation was misplaced – betrayed with an airy chuckle as she dropped lower, nipping at the corner of your jaw before running her tongue across your cheek and shoving you backward, leaving you on the floor as she stood.

The last thing you saw was Whitney, a twisted smile painted across her lips and a glint of something cruel in her eyes, before the door slammed shut, a lock clicked into place, and you were left in hopeless and impenetrable darkness.

[yayakoishii]

Good evening, how are you? I hope you are well. I really loved your fics with chubby reader (I laughed so hard with Sanji "whoever you're talking about, I agree with Nami. no one is worthy of you") and I wanted to know if your asks are still open? I don't know if you're comfortable writing comedy, but I think it would be funny if Reader was a fighter and Sanji saw her applying the move from this link on some random enemy (https://youtu.be/JgnUVcFx_Tg?si=KY3nrRhF86C91fOV), and asked her to apply it to him (kind of nfsw-ish but no big deal)

Move | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 500~

Genre: Fluff?? Silly?? Drabble

A/n: Hey there anon! I'm doing great, thank you for asking <3 First of all, I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed my fics and I'm sorry for being so late ;-; Do I like comedy? Very much. Am I good at it? ...no. So the best I could manage was this small quick thing which isn't much or even all that funny tbh, but I hope it atleast is enough to bring a smile on your face. That's enough for me ♡

also available on ao3!

"You messed with the wrong bitch!!" You shouted as you swung your leg right into the side of the man. He doubled over and you swung it once more to go right over his head, effectively knocking him out. Behind him, you could see another one of his comrades running towards you.

Using the first guy as a springboard, you jumped on the man, your thighs coming to close around his head. The force and weight forced him to topple backwards and you took the moment to quickly snap his neck and clambered off him. When you turned around, you found that the others were down already thanks to Sanji, who was fighting alongside you.

But right now, the chef was staring at you with an open mouth. You self-consciously patted at your hair and clothes, wondering if something got askew because of the fighting.

"Uh, Sanji?" Your careful murmur of his name jolted the said man out of his thoughts. Sanji immediately leaned in close, just enough to not get into your personal bubble and picked up your hands.

With hearts in his eyes, he requested, "Do it to me."

Huh? You were confused, looking at him in concern.

"Do what?" You asked.

"The move you just did on that guy!"

That was an odd request. Sanji never wanted to fight or even spar with you, despite your insistence so for him to suddenly ask this...

"Are you sure?" You tried to confirm he was serious and if the way he was about to snap his neck with how hard he was nodding was not a confirmation, then you didn't know what was. Still, you didn't want to actually hurt him. "Alright, but I'm not going to hurt you. Let me know if something goes wrong, because you know I'm shit at patching up wounds and I will have to go get Chopper."

"Of course, my sweet," he swooned, swaying on his spot. Still confused, but not wanting to refuse without a valid reason, you backed up a bit to jump on him, smoothly bracketing Sanji's head between your thighs such that his face pressed against your stomach– and oh.

You suddenly realised why he wanted you to pull that move on him.

The blonde chef toppled backwards from the force too and now you were pretty much sitting on his face, both of you blushing heavily. Before you could say anything or move away though, blood spurt out of Sanji's nose and he fainted. You paused and stared at his blissed out face with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment for a few seconds.

"Just for that, I'm not going to call Chopper. Stay conked out, hmph!"

You looked away, cheeks growing redder. He really had the nerve to ask that– shameless! But really, the worst part was that you didn't really mind it. It just felt like Sanji has unknowingly taken advantage of your huge crush on him. The only solace you had was that atleast no one was around to see this. Thinking so, you made to get off when Nami's voice made you freeze.

"Get a room, please, and don't forget to pay me for the bleach my eyes need."

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[sturnioloszn]

BLONDIE - N.S

summary; your best friend calls you over to his house to help him dye his hair and, in the process, convinces you to dye your eyebrows.

warnings; none, js a fluff w the nicolas stromboli.

a/n; another nick fic, there is actually a massive shortage of nick fics, and i'm here to change that. also, blond nick was a massive slay, the look should make a comeback (along w the mullet).

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"Bitch, did you just wake up?" Nick's voice echoes into my quiet room. I rub my eyes and let a yawn escape my lips before answering.

"It's only... 12:33," I groan, looking at the time on my phone. I was woken by the sound of my phone violently buzzing on my nightstand only to find out it was an incoming call from my best friend.

"What do y'mean only?!" He exclaims, making me quickly pull the phone away from ear due to the deafening volume he was speaking at.

"I mean only, now, what is sooo urgent that you had to disturb my beauty sleep?" I ask, releasing another yawn and pulling the phone back to my ear.

"I was calling to ask if you wanted to come over, I'm dying my hairrrr," he sings. Dying his hair?? Oh god, I have to see this mess.

"I'll be over in an hour, don't you dare start without me," I warn, rising from my bed and heading to my bathroom. The cold tiles against my bare feet make me shiver and get goosebumps all over my back and arms.

"I wouldn't dream of it, see ya soon," he says, ending the call. I'm now standing in my bathroom mirror, looking at the bird nest that formed in my hair overnight. I grab the nearest hairbrush and comb out the mess sitting on top of my head before taking a refreshing shower to really wake me the fuck up.

Roughly an hour later, and my uber is pulling up to Nicks. I knock on their door, after a few seconds, the door swings open, and I'm greeted by Nick's cheesy smile.

"Took you long enough," he says, as we make our way upstairs to his bathroom. On the way up, I briefly greet Matt and Chris, who are sitting on the couch, watching Gravity Falls.

"What colour are you even doing?" I ask, stepping into his bathroom. Nick's green decor was so welcoming as usual, and the hung picture of him as a kid brushing his teeth is adorable.

"Drum roll, please.... blond!!" He says, hitting his against the counter to imitate the sound of a drum.

I'm in complete shock. Out of all the possible colour options I thought about on the drive over, blond didn't even cross my mind.

"Blond?! Why blond?" I ask, still trying to pick my jaw up from the floor.

"I have no idea, but I'm feeling it so fuck it," he says grabbing the box of bleach sitting on his counter and opening it up.

Within minutes, I'm holding a brush covered with dye and layering it thickly onto Nick's brunette strands.

"This is insane, your gonna look like fucking Fred from Scooby Doo," I laugh, looking at his face through the mirror. We both break into laughter and the jokes keep flowing from there.

After a solid 10 minutes of applying the bleach to his hair, it's finally completely covered, and we've tied a plastic bag to his head to let the bleach process.

"How long does this shit stay on my head for?" He asks, flopping onto his bed.

"No fucking clue, if I had to guess, I'd say until it burns," I reply, before falling onto his bed right next to him.

"BURNING? FUCK NO, YOU WANT ME BALD," He shrieks, before googling how long it's actually supposed to process for. While we wait, we continue to crack jokes about all the characters he's going to look like blond, and tears are starting to form.

"YOU'RE GONNA LOOK LIKE FUCKING JOHNNY BRAVO," I wheeze as the alarm on his phone goes off indicating that it's time to rinse off the dye.

"Shut the fuck up and come help me rinse this shit," he laughs making his way to the bathroom, with me following right behind him.

As we enter the bathroom, he notices the leftover bleach in the bowl and a wicked grin grows on his face.

"I'll give you 50 bucks if you dye your eyebrows with the leftover bleach," he says, looking over to me.

"Make it 80, and you have a deal," I challenge. I don't actually mind dying them. It was only eyebrows, and I could dye them back whenever so I was down to fuck around and find out.

"Deal," he accepts, grabbing the brush and begins applying the bleach to my eyebrows.

"If you drop any in my eyes, I will fight you," I say, shielding my eyes while laughing.

He eventually coats my eyebrows, and I begin to rinse his hair under the sink. As I'm rinsing I'm noticing that the blond is looking awfully orange.

"Nick...,"

"What? What's wrong?" He asks with pure terror lacing his voice.

"You might want to see yourself..." I say as he lifts his head to look at himself in the mirror. His jaw drops.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. This." He says, pronouncing every word loud and clear. I press my lips together, trying to restrain my laugh, but it's no use.

"You look like a bottle of honey mustard," I cackle. Nick turns around and serves me a playful punch on my arm. His hair was a shade of yellow-ish orange instead of the light blond it was meant to be.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY," He says, combing his fingers through his hair. Tears start forming at my eyes again, and this time, they roll down my cheeks because it actually is funny. Hilarious even. But I instantly stop laughing when I remember the same dye is in my eyebrows right now.

Nick notices my look of sudden concern, and that's when he also comes to my same realisation.

"HAH, WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH NOW, BITCH," He says pointing at my eyebrows. I push him to the side and instantly scrub my eyebrows under the faucet, trying to get rid of the dye before it has any effect on my eyebrows.

Unfortunately, it was too late. My eyebrows matched the tangerine colour of Nick's hair. We stared at ourselves in the mirror before bursting into laughter once again.

After drying Nicks hair, we agreed that we were both in serious need of some toner. We rushed downstairs to find Matt to ask if he could drive us over to the nearest shop so we could fix our mess.

We go into the living room to find only Matt sitting on the couch now. As we approach him, he turns to look at us, and his eyes widen like he has just seen a dragon blow fire.

"What the hell did you guys do??" He says, fixating on Nick's hair and my eyebrows. We explained how we got into the mess and then asked him if he could drop us off to get some toner.

"Fuck no, I'm not being seen in public with you idiots looking like that, find another way," he says, getting up from the couch, leaving me and Nick alone in the living room.

We turn to look at each other and just start laughing all over again. With all the dumb shit I do, I'm glad I get to share it with my best friend. I really wouldn't have it any other way.

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a/n; no lie, with that one pic of nick with his head out the window and his hair slanted to one side, he rlly does look like johnny bravo; if you don't k who that is I beg you search it up!! anyway, thanks for reading this fic, love youu! 💙

[angel-gone-dark]

He's Got His Mother's Hips - 1 [Bus Stop Blue]

Self indulgent ass fic where I'm in South Park because... why not. FT. April because she's the hottest bitch in town <3

CW: Slur usage, swearing. You know how these boys are.

He leaned against the sign for the bus stop, sighing in the cold mountain air. The chill was nothing he wasn’t used to, being from New Hampshire originally. Colorado was almost no different- just flatter. He yawned, burying his face in his phone to read fanfiction as he waited, earbuds filling his ears with his favorite tunes. 

Cartman stuck his chunky arms out, stopping most of his friend group in their tracks. 

“Who the fuck is that??” He scoffed. 

“How would we fucking know?” Kyle snapped. “It’s a public bus stop, fatass, he can stand there.”

“He’s in my fucking spot.” 

“You can’t own a spot, dipshit.” Kyle huffed, glancing at his phone. They were way too early for the bus, as usual.

The short boy bobbed his head to whatever song was in his ears, his half-up half-down hair moving with him. The boys squinted at the stranger, looking him up and down. He had mostly brunette hair framing his jaw, but the tips were dyed blue. His pale face was round and covered in freckles, red cheeks from the cold hidden under crooked and broken silver wire framed glasses. He was chubby, but not in the same way as Eric. Kyle couldn’t help but think it suited him. He was in ratty clothes- worn jeans and a baggy hoodie with holes in it. His shoes were clearly old, the tips of the toes nearly worn through. He caught their gazes, and he gave a half-hearted wave before looking back downwards. His free hand picked at the skin around his nails.

Stan nearly said something until a surprise hug from Butters knocked the air out of him and Kenny. The bleached boy coughed hard, wheezing.

“Christ almighty, Butters, don’t fucking scare me like that!” He shoved his friend lightly. “I almost hit you.”

“Gee, sorry Stan! Oh, who’s that?” The platinum haired fellow didn’t even wait for an answer, bounding with lanky legs up to the new kid. “Hi there!”

His head slowly raised, eyebrows knit together in concern as the hand that didn’t hold his phone reached up and took out one earbud. 

“H-hey..?” 

“Heya! I’m Leopold, but everybody jus’ calls me Butters! Good t’ meetya!” He stuck out a hand, jolly. The small guy swallowed thickly with his nerves.

“...L-Leigh.” He shook Butters’s hand gently. 

“You’re new here, right?”

“No shit, Butters.” Cartman cut in. “You’re in my spot, fag.”

“My bad.” The brunette, now identified as Leigh, mumbled. He scooted away from the signpost. 

“Yeah, your fucking bad, Douchebag.” He huffed, taking ‘his’ spot back. Stan and Kyle rolled their eyes while Kenny attempted to light a cigarette, uncaring.

“Damn lighter.” He grumbled. It was probably out of fluid because of his older brother, Kevin, stealing it for a while. “Huh?”

The strange little guy had, unthinking, lit his own lighter and held it to the cigarette in Kenny’s lips. He briefly noticed that the design was a mouth with bloody fangs, red text spelling out ‘BITE ME’ underneath. He nodded in thanks.

“You smoke?” He asked.

“Absolutely not.” That made Kenny laugh, ending on a wheeze.

“Why do you have a lighter then?” The other boy shrugged.

“Looks cool.” Kenny couldn’t argue with that assessment. 

“What else you got in your bag?” He raised his brow.

“Uhhh, TicTacs, chapstick… stuff…” He swallowed. He perked back up when the bus pulled in, waving at them lightly before rushing on.

“Good.” Cartman huffed. “I don’t wanna talk to him ever agai- OH GOD DAMMIT.”

Butters shook his head, grabbing Leigh’s hand and tugging him up. 

“That’s Eric’s seat, silly. Come sit with me!” Leigh looked up at him in awe, as the blonde tugged him to nearly sit in his lap as he squished in with Kenny.

The brunette squeaked. A tiny girl a few seats in front of them popped her head up and glared at his kidnapper.

“Stotch, you’re scaring the pants off of him. Come sit up here, hon.” She offered, and he gladly moved with a relieved sigh. “Hi, I’m April.”

He smiled lopsidedly as she shook his hand with delicate grace. 

“‘M Leigh. G-good to meet you, thanks for the save.” He expressed, giving her hand a light squeeze, being careful of her nails. They looked good, painted with a practiced precision.

“No worries. Cartman eats every new kid alive, and Leo can be a lil’ suffocating.” Leigh nodded.

“You said it, April.” Having one friend was a relief in this place, at least.

word count: 752

[shelfwar]

Iceman X Reader ~Emergency Landing~

ITS DONE, I FINALLY FINISHED IT LOL. After 3 months of writing this imagine is done. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did writing it.

WARNINGS: Use of words, angst possible smut, idk what else 18+

You were currently flying, yourself down to Ontario, California where your distant relatives are currently living. So here you were just flying in your Cesena as you felt a rumble and saw that landing gear had failed. "Shit" You murmured as you turned on your headset. "This is Echo 798 I have a landing gear that won't work. So this is a emergency landing situation."

"This is San Diego airforce base tower, I see you in our radar." "Oh, thank God. Echo 798 requesting for a emergency landing at San Diego airforce base." "Echo 798, permission granted, there will be fire trucks there to assist you just in case." "Roger that." You started in the direction of San Diego slowly descending each minute.

Once you spotted the base you got yourself prepared for a wild landing. "Echo 798, 1,000 feet ." "10-4. Attention all navy planes stay in the air until we have this emergency landing taken care of." The control tower said all over the channel. "I gotta land this bitch safely."

When you landed the plane let out a thunk, as you turned off the engine and held your breath as the plane skidded across the runway. Once it came to a hault you quickly grabbed your luggage and opened the small door and ran out towards the fire trucks. As you were sprinting you slowly turned around and saw your plane have flames coming out of the belly of the plane. "No." You whispered as the trucks put out the small fire.

You had just gotten the plane when you finally turned 23, after saving for months whille going to school then work. "Miss let's get you to the med bay." A man in military uniform say. "I'm fine." "No ma'am your not, look at your leg." You looked down and saw blood going down into your shoe. "Oh, ok." You said as the man led you to a bunch of hangers, one with desks inside and a bunch of navy pilots.

You scanned the rows of men when a bleached blonde caught your eyes and he must've had the same idea, quickly you looked away and continued to follow the man to the med Bay.

Once you two arrived the man motioned you to the cot as he started getting the medical supplies he needed. "Thank you." You said as he started to addressing the wound. "Your welcome, you did the right thing kid. And I gotta say that was one hell of a landing." "Uh thanks." "So where are you from?" "Arkansas"

"You flew the whole trip by yourself?" The man put a large band aid on your ankle before helping you up. "Yeah, amazing right." "How." "one stop that's it." "Hmph, do you have a place to stay?" "No, my family is in Ontario." "Dang, hey I betcha one of the pilots would let you bunk at there apartments until your plane is back in tip top shape." "That sounds lovely."

"So, your temporary roommates will be Hollywood and Wolfman." "Hollywood and Wolfman?" You cocked your eyebrow in so much confusion. "That's there call signs." "Oh." The man parked the car as you got out you grabbed your bag and followed him to the door. He knocked on it a couple of times before a brunette haired man came to the door. "Hollywood this is your temporary roommate y/n. She will be staying here until she can get her plane back in shape." "Yeah. I got her a room next to Wolf's room" "splendid." "If you need anything don't be afraid to ask Hollywood or Wolfman." "Yes, sir." You said as Hollywood moved out of the way so you can go into the threshold.

There sat a man, that you assumed to be Wolfman on the couch. "You must be the new roommate? Y/n right?" "Yeah, that's me" He was definitely attractive but not as attractive as the other blonde. "Well make yourself at home." I nodded before I went searching for the 3 bedroom. Once I found it I placed my bag down on the floor before I jumped onto the bed and sighed.

"Hey, y/n wanna come and have a few drinks with us pilots?" I heard Wolfman say as he walked into the room. "Uh, I'm no navy pilot." "Your still a pilot y/n." "Ok, fine. When are we leaving?" "Now." "Okay." You said as you got up and followed Wolfman back out to the living room. "You two ready to go?" "Yeah, let's have some fun with the new roomie." "Uhh, okay?" "He's just playing right Wolf?" "Yes I am, now come on" The three of you all walked out of the house and down to the bar where all of the other navy pilots would be at.

Once you've arrived, music was blaring and the smell of booze hit you like a freight train. Personally you were more of a rum and coke kinda gal, so you scrunched your nose and followed the two pilots up to the bar. "Can I have a coolers light." Hollywood said. "Dude that's a fucking lady drink." "So what Wolf I enjoy it." Hollywood picked up his beer as he wandered off. "What would you like Wolf?" "Ahh you know the usual Bush Light." "County boy." "You know it!" Wolfman chuckled as he picked up his drink. "Miss what can I get you?" "Ah, rum and coke?" "Coming right up."

As he was preparing the alcoholic drink you scanned the crowd and your eyes landed on the same blonde from this morning standing next to 3 other men while taking a shot. "There you go." "Oh, thanks." You shook your head and picked up the glass and spotted Wolfman next to the pool table. You started heading his way when one of the men from the group came up to you. He had jet black hair and was kinda short, and you could tell he looked like a cocky pilot.

"Hi, the names Pete Mitchell but people call me Maverick." "Uh, hi. I'm y/n." "Pretty name for a pretty lady." "Thanks" You could feel the tips of your ears heating up after his little flirtatious remark. "Sooooo" "Hey!MOTHER GOOSE YOUR DUCKLING WALKED OFF." You heard a taller man yell." "Mav no leave her alone." A man with a lined mustache came running up to you two. "I'm so sorry." "It's fine really." "Oh, my names Nick Bradshaw but people call me Goose obviously." He chuckled.

"I'm y/n." "Wait a minute I saw you this morning. Wait. Wait. Wait. Were you the pilot that had an emergency landing?" "Yeah, my landing gear broke, now I'm rooming with what I'm assuming your classmates. Wolfman and Hollywood." You said as you pointed at the two men." "Yeah, that's them." Maverick said as the hot blonde and the taller man came strolling over to us.

"Mav, you finally found a girl." The taller man said. "Pfft." I said as the blonde looked at me. "I'm not Maverick’s girl, he just came over to me." Maverick’s face turned bright red. "Well, what the hell." Goose said as he looked at both men. "You saved me because clearly he has a damn ego." The tall man and the hot blonde started laughing at your comment. "Say, what's your name?" "I'm y/n, I was the pilot that had an emergency landing this morning." "Heard about that, the names Slider and this is my pilot Iceman." Slider lent out his hand as you shook it, you then turned your attention to Iceman, boy was he attractive.

"Iceman, nice to meet you." He firmly shook my hand as you felt electricity flow throughout your body. You looked at him as he smiled down at you, instantly you felt your face heat up. "You normally blush when someone shakes your hand?" "Uh-uh no." You whispered.

Iceman let out a chuckle as he took a shot and downed it. "So, what brings you to California?" "I have family up in Ontario." "Ontario, boy that's a way up there." "Yeah, tell me about it." You sighed as you took a sip of your drink. "Hey y/n we're heading back, come on." Hollywood yelled over the crowd as him and Wolfman made there way over to us. "Well it was nice meeting you Ice." "You too y/n, I guess I'll see you around?" "Yeah, you'll see me from time to time." You smiled as you waved goodbye to the group before following your roommates.

The next morning you woke and headed to the hanger where your plane sat. Once there you knocked on the doors as a Navy mechanic poked his head out. "Can I help you?" "I have my plane here, I was the one with the emergency landing." "Ah yeah, it's just over there, do okay." You walked over to your plane and just stared at it in awe, the whole landing was gone so it just laid there with a bit of soot on the belly.

"Excuse me" you said as you walked back up to the man. "Yes?" "Do you have a phone by chance?" "Yeah, right on my desk." "Thank you." You walked over to the desk and scrolled in your family's number. After a couple of rings a voice picked up. "Hello?" "Hey it's y/n, I've got a problem." "What do you mean?" "My plane needs extensive work as in I don't think I can make it." "What!" "Look I'm sorry but I couldn't help it my planes landing gear is practically burnt to a crisp. I'm very sorry." "You said as you leaned your head to the wall. "Wait where are you?" "San Diego airforce base." "Oh good lord, you should've listened to us y/n." "What?! No wonder why I left California so I could travel freely." Suddenly the line went dead, they hung up on me.

"ASSHOLES I HATE YOU " You said as you stormed back off to your plane. Once there, you let out a huff and left the hanger completely and headed down to the beach. When you arrived you noticed Maverick, Goose, Slider and of course Iceman all shirtless playing a game of volleyball. You found a seat in the sand and watched the game proceed as Ice served the first throw.

Goose hit it back as Slider spiked the ball at Maverick, ultimately Maverick missed the ball as he tried diving but failing miserably. You let out a loud whoop as Silder and Iceman chest bumped. "That's what I'm talking about!" Slider yelled. "One point for us, 0 for you two." You let out a loud chuckle as the four men looked over at you as Ice was the first one to give you a lopsided grin.

"Alright, let's take a brake-" "Goose tried saying before a little kid yelled "Daddy!" You looked behind you as a blonde haired women and what you assumed was her son run up to Goose. "MOTHER GOOSE YOU PUSSY!". Slider yelled as him and Ice walked over to you. "Hey, guys." "Hey, y/n what are you doing here?" "Was gonna fix my plane, and well I was kinda discouraged so I wanted to see the beach." You said as you gazed at just Iceman. "Well if you wanna watch go right ahead or better yet we could use a third player." "Dude I love beach volleyball of course I'll join you two." You smiled as you took the volleyball from Sliders grasp and walked down to the court.

"Hey, Ice. Ice!" "Hmm?" Iceman said as he gazed at your back as you sauntered over to the court. "Ohhh, Ice has a crush." Maverick giggled as Ice hit him up side the head. "So what if I do Maverick, at least I can get some asshole." Slider let out a howl of laughter as he ran and caught up with y/n.

"Hey y/n I think iceman has a thing for you." Instantly your face turned cherry red as you glanced in Iceman’s direction. "Uh, sure Slider, sure. If he liked me enough, he would be flirting with me by now." "Hey, any man could flirt with a girl. Hell Maverick just did last night." "Well Slider that was last night, and this is now." You said as yoh took off your shirt that revealed a black sports bra underneath. "Ok, now your asking for him now." You cocked your eyebrow and shoved the ball into his toned chest.

"Hey, what the fuck was that for?" "Cause ,your an ass Slider." You said as you stormed off the court and back to your temporary home.

Once there you walked to your room and shut the door behind you, as you threw your shirt on the floor and hoped into the bed. You looked up at the ceiling just spaced out not even noticing the front door opening and closing. "Hey, y/n you in here?" "What?" You shook your head and sat up in bed as a rap was sounded behind the door. "Hey, you in there?" "Yeah, who's there?" "It's Wolfman." "What do you want?" "I dunno you just got up and left the volleyball match." "Well I'm sorry." "Well, can I come in?" "Sure why the fuck not."

Wolfman walked in the room as his eyes dilated on my figure. "Damn. Ice was right you were sexy." "Jesus christ yall pilots are horndogs!" "No it's the truth Ice likes you but his ego got the best of him and he's being a pussy for not asking you out." "Fuck me!" "Ok..." Wolfman started towards you hungrily. "No, no, no. Not that." He let out a chuckle as he sat on the bed. "Hey, you gotta trust us but we think Ice has a thing for you."

"Yeah, right." "Really. Your being difficult like Ice, yall need to fuck or something." "Fine, jackass." "Hey, I'm not a jackass." "Listen." You sighed. "I find Ice very attractive like I wanna start real slow if we get into some form of relationship." "I see that." He also sighed to. "Tell you what, me and Hollywood agreed on having just us pilots over here tonight for some drinks, and don't worry everyone knows" "Okay." You sighed as you looked over at Wolfman as he gave you a cheeky smile. "You know I didn't mean what I said about you pilots being horndogs." "I know, and I'm sorry for being a flirtatious ass." "Wolf I could give zero fucks." You chuckled as he gave you a side hug.

"What time will they be over?" "5." You looked over at the alarm clock and it read 3:00 pm giving you enough time for a well needed nap. "Well Wolf I need a nap so could you wake me up at 4:30.?" "Yeah, sure." He smiled as he got up and left the room closing the door behind him as you closed your eyes.

"Hey, wake up... Y/n wake up you overslept." You shot up in bed and quickly stumbled out to the living room. "Sorry, sorry." You found a empty chair and closed your eyes. "Someone's still sleepy eh?" "Shut up Goose." Iceman barked at Goose as you held up your middle finger. "Whom ever I'm flipping off lord I apologize." You giggled as you opened one eye. "Jesus I got it right, flipping off Goose." "Yeah, well what the hell did I do to you." "I dunno, I'm just still *yawns* trying to wake up." "Well clearly you are snow-white." Iceman said as he gazed in your direction.

"Well it's Echo to you mister." You cackled as you sat up in the chair and watched Ice seem kinda flustered. "Call sign, right?" "Right'o Hollywood." "Well everyone's here why don't we play a game of truth or dare" Wolfman said as he handed you a mix drink. "That's like a child's game." Goose said as he sat down on the floor. "Ha, facts" Hollywood said as he sat on the arm of the chair you were sitting in.

"Alright, who wants to go first?" "I will." Maverick said as he stood in the center of the room. "Of course Maverick would fucking go first." Slider said as Mav rolled his eyes. "Alright, truth or dare Maverick?" "Truth." "Ahm, pussy." "Ice, give him a chance." You giggled as you looked over at him. "Okay, Maverick do you have a crush on Charlotte?" "Ego gone." You whispered as Ice and Slider smirked towards you.

"Yeah, I do. Y/n, truth or dare?" "Dare?" "I dare you to.......sit on Icemans lap." Yours and Ices eyes grew wide as you both looked at each other. "Uh, ok?" You got up from your chair and walked over to Ice as he looked up at you and he flashed a cheeky grin. "Come on now we don't have all night now do we?" "Shut the fuck up Maverick." You snarked as you sat on one of Icemans legs.

"Alright, Goose truth or dare?" "Hmm, Dare." " I dare you to take a shot of Vodka." You said. "Easy miss Echo." Goose got up and pored himself a shot of vodka and downed it was a "ahh". "Okay, Iceman truth or dare?" "Dare." "I dare you to cuddle y/n." Beneath me I felt Ice shift a bit before wrapping both arms around your middle as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks as you looked at him. "Hi." He whispered. "Hi." You whispered back. "Y/n truth or dare?" "Dare." "I dare you to go on a date with me." "Deal"

3 months after being on the base your plane was ready to go. So here you stood amongst the pilots that you knew all to well, especially Iceman getting ready to head back to Arkansas. "By Slider, I'll miss you." You hugged the pilot as you moved onto Goose, then Maverick, Hollywood, Wolfman and lastly Iceman.

"Please write to me when you get back." "Ice I will, I promise." "Okay." Iceman held you close as he looked down at you sadly. "I love you." "What?!" "I said I love you Echo." You smiled as you kissed his cheek, but that's not what he wanted. He turned his head at the last minute as he locked his lips with yours in a small sweet kiss. He placed his hand on the back of your neck as you leaned into the kiss.

Once you both broke the kiss you both were panting as he leaned his forehead to yours. "Please fly safe." "Same to you Tom." He chuckled as he hugged you for the last time as you backed up and waved to your navy family. You placed your bags in the passenger seat as you placed your headset on and climbed into the plane. You saluted the pilots and started to taxi onto the runway.

Between the time you left the base and got back home, you and Iceman would talk/write to each other almost every night. The last time you talked to Ice he mentioned the Top Gun graduation, reluctantly you said no but in reality you were gonna make it to the graduation.

So again here you were requesting to land back onto the San Diego airforce base. "This is Echo 798 requesting to land." "Echo 798 request granted." "10-4" You started to descend the plane as you saw the tarmac coming closer and closer. Once the plane made touch down you pushed down the brakes and started slowing down the runway. Once done you started taxiing to the hangers as you parked the plane a guard came to you.

"Miss you do realize this is a military base correct?" "Yes, I do sir, but I have a boyfriend here." "Name then?" "Tom Kazansky aka Iceman." " Well the you better hurry graduation just started. Come on then." You grabbed your things and followed the man where he took you to the now ending ceremony.

In the middle you could see Iceman and his RIO Slider getting congratulated on some sort of achievement as the other pilots also congratulated the two. "Echo?" You turned on your heels to see your former roommate Wolfman. "Hiya Wolfman how's it going?" You asked as he gave you a big hug.

"Could be better, right Hollywood." "Right, hi Echo long time no see." "Hi, Hollywood. Yeah long time no see" You glanced over at Iceman and back at Hollywood and Wolfman. "Go, I think he missed you." You gave the two a nod before squeezing your way over to him. "Y/n?" "Hi Ice." Ice shoved the placke to Slider as he ran up to you, grabbing up under your armpits he swirled you around.

"Oh, God your here baby." "Yeah just flew in 7 minutes ago." He set you down as he captured your lips with his. "I missed you, so much y/n" he whisper as he held you close not caring in the world that there was a crowd watching the two of you.

"I'm sorry that i lied to you Tom, I just wanted to surprise you." "Hey, it's okay. It's the best damn surprise baby."

"Sorry, to interrupt you two, but Ice and Slider you leave at 0500 tomorrow for a mission." The older man said to both Ice and Slider. You looked down at the ground sadly as you felt Ices thumb lift up your chin. "Your staying at me and Sliders apartment, till I get back. Till then we still can hang out." "Okay." "I love you Echo." "I love you to Iceman."

[muertawrites]

I learned a bit about metal subtypes because I was bored and while Eddie likes trash metal and they don’t generally wear makeup and nail polish. I can see reader putting on eye makeup and nail polish on him for funsies. He complains the entire time but in reality he LOVES the attention and care you put into it, how close you are to him and gentle. How you have to hover over, what if you accidentally tripped and fell on top of him? Oops how’d that happen 🤷🏽‍♀️

i, personally, would hire myself as a stylist for the band. none of them asked me. none of them even wanted me. but i'm blowing the lead guitarist and have an abundance of halloween accessories so they can't get rid of me.

lmao honestly tho he would like the attention, they all would. hyping them up before gigs, making them look like their heroes, they would eat it up.

convincing eddie to wear a button up shirt for a gig would be a hard sell. but you have a vision, and it's one of naked chests and heavy chains and pure, hot, gruesome sex. so you wrestle him into it and only close less than half the buttons, showing off his "cool tatties" god i cringe at him sometimes and slapping on a chain (with your name on it) to go with his signature guitar pick.

if that didn't knock everyone in the front row up, the way you ratted his hair into a perfect mess definitely did.

nail polish he definitely digs. he's horrible at doing it himself because he has zero patience, but he loves letting you do it because "idk man it's just magic how you get it to work" (your trick is to use acrylic paint and quick dry clear coat so he doesn't have to wait around. this is also my trick bc i am also not patient.) also likes the excuse to hold your hand and pet your hair and give you very sloppy, intrusive neck kisses while he has you close.

eyeliner and other makeup however? he's not into it. don't let the hair fool you - he's a manly man. plus he's very energetic, and he gets super sweaty during gigs, and he doesn't want any of those cancerous chemicals getting into his eyes ("eddie you smoke fucking cigarettes don't talk to me about 'cancerous chemicals' ")

the one time you convinced him to let you put eyeliner on him he hated it. pouted the whole time, flinched when the pencil got close to his eye, took one look in the mirror and made you remove it. the only reason he even agreed to let you do it was because you sat on his lap while you did.

no matter how many times you tell him it's tacky, eddie wears t-shirts for his own band while performing. he actually does it just to annoy you now. for one gig he convinced the entire band to wear their t-shirts on stage and could not stop laughing during the set at how pissed you looked. he thinks you're so CUTE when you're peeved at him <3

speaking of t-shirts, you love to make homemade ones for him. you punk them out, spray painting stenciled letters with bleach and making strategic cuts that you mend together with safety pins. his favorite shirts are the one you made that says "security" across the front (a-la hayley williams of paramore) and the one that says "groupie". even when he's dressing the part, he's gotta be a goof.

eddie bitches constantly about your wardrobe direction but honestly he loves when you make a fuss over him. most of his complaints are playful, just to tug at your strings a little bit.

the one thing you don't let him do is perform completely shirtless. the groupies are already vicious and, despite eddie only having eyes for you (he has literally walked past groupies trying to flirt with him in order to get to you, man's whipped), you want to keep some of him for yourself. (he kind of prefers it anyway, since he's actually pretty self conscious of his body. he's still got a lil baby fat around his stomach that he doesn't like anyone but you to see.)

[sophie-i-guess13]

Stupid Gets You Killed

|Words: 1202|

|Characters: Buck Merrill, Dallas Winston|

|Genre: Angst|

|Tw: Canonical Character Death, Mentions of Suicide, Implied Child Abuse|

this is where the Buck Merrill character development started, folks.

You've been a stupid kid ever since the day you rolled into town. With dirty blonde hair, so white you'd have thought you bleached in the DX bathroom with a bottle of peroxide. Your clothes were too big for you, big enough to hide the bruises your old man had given you before you took off for Tulsa.

We weren't your first choice for where to settle. For a twelve-year-old run-away from NYC, I don't think you had a fucking clue of where to go. You just knew you'd die in the same streets that took you in when your parents refused, so you took all you could carry and got out. Windrixville was your first stop. I know because that was the first thing you asked me -- besides the whole "how the fuck do you hit a kid with your car?" bullshit. You've got a cousin up there, but we're both pretty sure they forgot about you. There's no use talking to them now, 'specially when they didn't bother showing up for your ‘big day’.

Stupid gets you killed, y'know. And stupid is walking across the street without looking first, and then playing dead when you bounce against the hood of my car. Stupid is waiting until I get outta my car and lean over your scrawny, dirty, malnourished, skeletal excuse for a body and flick out a switch. You're damn lucky you didn't cut me, otherwise, I woulda killed you for real.

Stupid is blackmailing me into letting you stay with me for a night or two until you get your shit together. And I guess it was my fault for letting two nights bleed into a week, then letting that week bleed into a month. Or three, or a year, or five.

You were a stupid kid, but you pulled it off, goddamnit.

You were colder than the night air blowing in off the harbour from the coast, and it would be a lie to say I didn't think you'd slit my throat that first night. Your room was nothing special, just a bed with a bathroom attached, a dresser and a lamp. You had nothing to fill the dresser with, no claim to the room at all, but it's been yours since that night. It's not just the stains on the carpet I told you to clean up, or the carvings you've left behind in the doorway. Shit, it ain't even because of your jacket still sprawled out on the bed because none of your buddies can stand the sight of it anymore.

Sometimes, when the night's grown old and I've retired my old man's records for the night, I can still see that scrawny little asshole asleep on top of the covers. You were stiff as a corpse that first night, your knuckles wrapped around your switchblade and your collar pulled up to your ears. I asked if you wanted a change of clothes and you told me to fuck off. I threw them at you anyway. Took you six months and two bottles to mutter a quick "thanks for that," under your breath.

You were a stupid kid, but you were fun to watch.

It was like running a dog fight every time you stepped inside. I never knew who'd follow you here, either for slashing their tires or flirting with their girl. Watching you and Tim Shepard going at it was always interesting. He'd crack your ribs one night, maybe you'd leave a road flare on his doorstep, but by the next night, you'd be buying each other drinks and telling me to shut the fuck up when I brought up the first rodeo I ever brought you to. Listening to you and Sylvia scream at each other was always pretty wild, too, since she doesn't get that heated over guys she doesn't care about.

Stupid is thinking you're tuff enough to take on a guy three times your size. You bitched and moaned and said you could've taken him, but your fucked up face said otherwise. I wasn't in any better shape, you little shit, try telling the hot waitress at The Dingo you got your tooth knocked out because of some thirteen-year-old thinking he's handy with a busted pop bottle. It took twelve aspirin and a bottle of Jack to wash it all down before you finally told me they thought my race was rigged. That they were gonna jump me and take the money I'd earned. That you'd seen it happen before and didn't want my body to join the bloody masses haunting you beyond the grave.

Pretty fucking ironic, huh? Haunting you beyond the grave. Just like you're doing to me, right now.

Stupid is sending two kids to Windrixville with fifty dollars and a gun. Stupid is telling them to lay low in a fucking church, while the entirety of Oklahoma is tryna find the kid responsible for the murder of Bob Sheldon. Stupid is going up there after three days, thinking everything's calmed down. Stupid is running into a burning building to save a bunch of little brats.

I told you stupid gets you killed. I told you that when we first met, when you slashed Tim's tires, when you took my car for a 'joyride' and almost wrapped her around a fucking tree. But you didn't listen to me, you were a stupid kid.

You were always a stupid kid.

You were a stupid kid.

Stupid is pointing a gun at a store clerk and getting gunned down in the streets. Sure, it's not the same street you thought you'd die on, but your blood's leeched into the cracks on the pavement and glistened under the streetlights for long enough.

It's been a few months now, not that it mattered, anyway.

Stupid is sitting at the bar and watching the seconds tick by.

Stupid is wanting to turn the jukebox on, just to see if you'll come stomping down the stairs, telling me to turn this shit off.

Stupid is wondering if this has all been the worst trip of my fucking life, it's wondering if the next person to walk through the door will be you, instead of Darry Curtis, asking if there's anything he could do.

They cared about you, your gang. You were their family, and they've mourned you as such. They buried you next to Johnny and everything, even left a pack of Marlboros on your tombstone. They're the ones you gave you a funeral. It was nothing special, real cheap and easy. Most of us east siders showed up, even a few of the guys who's swing by the bar just to beat you 'til I had to step in.

Stupid is mumbling a drunken "happy birthday, fucker," on November ninth before climbing the stairs and saying everything's blurry because of the liquor.

Stupid is pausing at the door to your room and hoping, even if it's just for one more day that you'll be on the other side.

You were a stupid kid, and that's all you'll ever be. Because even if it's November ninth of nineteen sixty-six, you'll never turn eighteen.

You're a stupid kid, Dally, and stupid gets you killed.

[channiebbang]

karma

synopsis: seungmin can't overcome the guilt that deceiving y/n has brought, realizing his true feelings for the girl he wronged. or alternatively, where y/n stands for self love and rejects seungmin. (part 2 of bet)

characters: Seungmin, Han, Felix and Main Character

pairing: regretful!seungmin x maincharacter

genre: angst

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none

requested: yes

author’s note: a few of you requested a part two of the seungmin fic 'bet' so here it is hehe i really like how this turned out to be. i know you wanted me to make y/m this badass bitch and as much as i wanted to write her like that that's not really how she is for this fic. however, i hope you like how she still stays put on her new boundaries and her need to make the better decision for her own good instead of running on possibilities. ANYWAYS! i hope you enjoy this, let me know how you like it and if you like it 🥺💛

"did you order, yet?"

seungmin's eyes left the menu board above and set on felix beside him.

"oh, you're here? not yet," he responded looking back at the board, "what do you want?" he asked. felix hummed before quickly deciding as they stepped up to the cashier.

"hello, are you ready to order?" the guy asked. the two friends ordered before stepping to the side to wait for it to be ready.

"have you looked around the campus yet?" felix asked as he leaned back to the counter top, seungmin shook his head.

"not yet, but i walked by a few nice places to eat. i might show chan later," he snorted, felix nodded a small smile pulling at his lips. a comfortable silence fell on the two before felix cleared his throat, thinking if he should bring it up or not. fuck it, he thought.

"have you heard about y/n?" he asked cautiously. seungmin's head snapped towards the black haired boy, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"what about her?" his voice came out small, throat drying up as felix looked away in thought again, before turning back to him.

"you do know she's here too, right?"

seungmin nodded, waiting for felix to continue. he wanted to believe he didn't care anymore that she was going to be closer to him, he wanted to believe he was over her, that he was over the wrongs he did. that's what chan talked to him about when him and the boys chose the university. the oldest wanted to be sure seungmin was fine before anything.

"i know, it's going to be okay," he muttered just as their order was called, promptly making felix close his mouth just as he was about to call out the other on his bullshit.

there came some advantages in living with your bestfriends but with those advantages came disadvantages too, and for seungmin it was the process of having to realize the grave mistake he did when he hurt y/n. because as he came to the realization that he was utterly and completely neck deep into his feelings, his friends saw him come to the conclusion too. they had to watch him close himself in self hate and regret, had to see the countless nights he would stay up drowning in school work and assignments that weren't due until the next month, or the nights he would stay up staring at the tv screen in the living room as he took his mind off of his thoughts.

they had never spoken about it but they and seungmin had come to terms with the truth, until one day chan had had enough and sat everyone down and spoken about the elephant in the room.

that was how seungmin broke down and told them about his regrets and how much he missed y/n and how much he wished he didn't play with her, because in the process of playing with her he played with himself and lost who cared about him dearly when he couldn't care about himself.

kim seungmin had fucked himself over with his own hands and he didn't know how he could make it better.

-

"this looks good for now," y/n stepped back, her back against the door, as she rested her hands on her hips.

"good? this looks more than good enough! thank you so much for the help!" her roommate exclaimed from beside her. y/n chuckled as she nodded to the girl.

"thank god i have you as my roomie and not someone hard to communicate with," y/n bumped her shoulder with the girls as she smiled big.

"for real, i was so scared," eunsoo held her hand against her chest as she spoke. y/n nodded her head when the sudden sound of knocking made the two turn her their heads to the closed door.

"oh, that must be my boyfriend," eunsoo muttered in thought before turning to the girl beside her, "do you mind if he comes over? i didn't even ask for your permission," her voice laced with apology and y/n shook her head before taking her newly dark brown dyed hair out of the messy ponytail.

"not at all, i'm super chill about it," she chuckled as she moved towards her own bedroom and grabbed her water bottle on the way out. eunsoo thanked her before she walked out of room to open the door.

"hi" her voice chirped as she threw her arms around the boy and y/n smiled softly as she heard them talk outside.

"hey," eunsoo spoke from the doorstep, y/n hummed as she looked over.

"come meet him?" the girl asked and y/n smiled as she nodded.

"i hope i don't scare him away from you, i kinda look like shit," y/n giggled as she walked with eunsoo, the latter assuring her she looked just fine.

the boy stood with his back towards the two, his head down as he typed on his phone, bleached hair covered by a hat put on backwards, when he heard someone call his name.

"sung," eunsoo, pulled at the bottom of his tee and he turned around, putting his phone away, his lips pulling on a smile right away.

"jisung?"

his eyes snapped up towards the girl beside his girlfriend at the new voice. only it wasn't all that new. his eyes widened in suprise.

"y/n?" he muttered, mouth agape as y/n's lips slowly pulled into a wide smile. it took a moment to process but soon his lips lifted in a smile too. eunsoo looked between the two with big eyes.

y/n took a few large steps before throwing her arms around the boy, squeezing the life out of him, jisung doing just the same as he laughed out.

"i can't believe this!" he chuckled as y/n pulled away, only to carefully looking him over, "i knew you were here, but what were the odds?" he shook her by the shoulders as she nodded, eyes shining.

"uhh you guys know each other?" eunsoo asked in a small voice, surprised her very introverted boyfriend was being this friendly with someone. the two turned to the girl.

"are you kidding? this is the y/n," it was jisung who spoke, his eyes trained back on the girl as y/n looked at eunsoo. the latter's eyes widened.

"y/n? you mean y/n y/n?" she asked and jisung nodded.

"i'm assuming that's me," y/n chuckled as she looked back up at jisung, her eyes flickering to his hat before she leaned back to take a look of the front.

"you still have that?" she asked as she nodded to the hat and jisung took it off before putting it on the right way, smile big on his lips.

"off course i have it," he grinned and eunsoo rolled her eyes.

"he washes it every month diligently, it's surprising how much he cares about a hat but i understand now," she giggled as jisung pulled her to his side and ruffled her hair before throwing his arm around her. y/n smiled fondly.

"how are the guys? is innie doing good?" y/n asked and jisung nodded.

"everyone's okay, jeongin is coming here next semester, he's graduating early," he smiled, remembering y/n's attachment to their youngest friend.

"who else is studying her?" she asked overwhelmed by the reunion. after all these were the only people she could call her own, even if for a short while and even after what happened.

"everyone; me, hyunjin, changbin, minho, channie, lix, seung..." jisung's eyes snapped to y/n's quickly before she nodded, smile never faltering, "seungmin too," he cleared his throat. eunsoo poked his side softly as a warning. even after knowing her for a short while, she too already felt an attachment to y/n. the feeling of shielding her from bad memories had her feeling defensive to the girl. y/n's eyes picked up their behavior and she smiled gratefully.

"it's okay ji, i'm over it," she assured the boy and he looked her in the eye, to make sure she was telling the truth and she nodded, already knowing. jisung smiled.

"i'm glad you're doing fine, y/n," he spoke softly and eunsoo, feeling the serious turn of the conversation, excused herself saying she would bring something to eat for the two and slipping into the small kitchen area. y/n nodded at the couch as the two sat down facing each other.

"really, we're all glad you're doing okay," jisung smiled at her and she nodded.

"it wasn't easy," she started, "but i'm okay now, i accepted what happened and moved on, i'm doing better," she told honestly and jisung nodded. he contemplated if he should say it, if he should tell her about seungmin and he decided his friend needed the closure, and a little push never hurt.

"seungmin...he," jisung started slowly, carefully approaching the topic, eyes trained to her face to catch any sign of discomfort, any sign he should stop speaking about him, before continuing, "he regrets it," he concluded and y/n nodded.

"he regrets it a lot y/n," jisung took a deep breath as he played with his fingers, "doing what he did, did more damage to him than he could understand," he confessed and suddenly he felt too stuffy, just remembering what his friend had to go through for his own mistakes. he took a deep breath, "he lost himself for a while before chan had to slap him out of it. quite literally," he chuckled and y/n smiled.

her heart hurt at the new information, she wished seungmin had better days than she had, she wished it was worth it, what he did to her. she didn't wish for him to go through what she went and she certainly didn't wish for him to regret what he did. she wished he didn't break down. and she wished she could careless but she knew she wanted him to go on. after all she loved him at one point.

loved. she had loved him, yes, but not anymore. she moved on. her heart didn't belong to him anymore and her heart didn't hurt because of him anymore either. she could only wish the best to him.

-

it was on the last day of orientation week, when the campfire in the soccer field was held, that minho brought y/n up.

"so who was gonna tell me y/n was here too?" he asked, sass in his voice, as they all were around one of the many fires around the field.

that brought everyone's attention on the guy, changbin throwing him a really? look.

"what? i had to know that only because i saw eunsoo walking around campus with her and they were gone before i could say hi," he pouted, looking away. chan sighed, seungmin clearing his throat out of discomfort. jisung looked away.

"sung, did you see her?" hyunjin asked and jisung cursed under his breath before nodding subtly, his eyes not meeting seungmin's.

"you did?" seungmin asked, surprise in his voice as his eyes widened and jisung sighed.

"yeah," he met seungmin's eyes, "eunsoo and her are roommates," he muttered as he looked down at the cup he was holding.

"roommates," seungmin repeated and before he could say anything a voice interrupted them.

"hi guys!" eunsoo's chirpy voice greeted the circle as she stepped up to it. she waved at everyone as she pressed a kiss to jisung's cheek. their eyes shifted to the person behind her as she threw an awkward smile.

"hey," y/n waved unsurely. the boys gaped for a few seconds before everyone reacted all at the same time. gasps and sounds of surprise going around as they all greeted the girl and asked how she was. everyone but seungmin.

seungmin sat there, mouth hanging open, as he stared at the girl he deceived and he felt a strange feeling go through his body. she looked absolutely stunning as she smile at everyone, as she greeted everyone with the same enthusiasm he remembered her having.

he returned back in the moment when her eyes met his. she had greeted everyone but seungmin, and her lips pulled in a tight lipped smile. she told herself to calm down, she reminded herself that she had forgiven him a long time ago. be the bigger person, y/n, she told herself.

"hello, seungmin," she nodded his way and he sent a smile back, a subtle one.

"hey," he muttered before reluctantly looking away.

-

y/n sat between eunsoo and changbin as they made casual conversation. sweets in front of each one of them as they made sure there were no awkward silences.

y/n kept herself busy in the ongoing topic, making sure she didn't stray her eyes on seungmin for too long, unless he was talking or being talked to, in which case she would look away with the excuse of eating another spoon of her chocolate mousse.

no matter how much she had forgiven, she hadn't forgotten what he did to her, and as much as she wanted to just throw it out if the window and go back to before, she couldn't. she had come a long way to fall back now.

the days she had spent locked up in her apartment in self pity and anger. anger at how gullible and naive she had been. how she ignore what everyone said when it was right in front of her. she told herself that no matter how much she loved the boys she couldn't get too involved with them anymore, not again. not if she cared about her own self. she couldn't throw water on all her efforts just like that.

"alright guys, me and minho gotta leave," chan sat up in his chair, looking at his phone before smiling around the table. there were a couple of protests before the older chuckled. chan faces y/n as he stood up, stretching his arms and legs.

"it was nice seeing you again, y/n," he smiled warmly, and y/n nodded, "i'll see you around campus," he ruffled her hair before he left with minho.

"well, i'll be going too," y/n announced timidly, getting her bag from the back of the chair. eunsoo turned to her, brows furrowed.

"oh? already?" she asked and y/n smiled nodding.

"i have some stuff to sort out at the main building," she stood up and eunsoo nodded bidding a small goodbye and telling her she'll meet her back at the dorm. y/n waved at the people at the table.

"let's meet again sometime," hyunjin smiled brightly at her and y/n chuckled, nodding.

"bye, guys," she stepped away from the table as a bunch of byes were heard.

-

she was just outside the doors when she heard her name being called and her hand that was holding her phone, tightened around it. she took a deep breath before turning around and looking up to the one person she managed to interact the least the whole afternoon.

seungmin stopped a few feet away from her, eyes trained on her and y/n didn't want to remember but the setting looked a little too similar to the night it all fell apart. she took a deep breath as she painted on a smile.

"yes?" she waited for him to say anything.

"i.." he stammered, suddenly not knowing why he had followed her out. he knew he wanted, no, needed to apologize but he didn't know what he was hoping would happen. redemption? reconciliation? forgiveness? his words died down on his throat as she stood waiting. when he hadn't gone on after a few minutes she glanced down at her phone again.

"is it important? my uber is gonna be here in a bi-," she looked back up at him.

"i'm sorry," he blurted out all of a sudden shutting up y/n. she stared at him, not knowing what to say. seungmin took this as his que to continue.

"for what i did, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have lied to you. i know i'm late b-but i needed to let you know," he took a deep breath before continuing, "i tried calling your old number but it didn't reach, and then i found out you had changed it and i couldn't contact you anywhere, but that's beside the point. the point is, i'm so sorry for what i did. you didn't deserve any of that. you were always so caring to me, you were always there whenever i looked over, you never wanted anything bad for me, i-i," he choked up before clearing his throat, "i fucked up so bad and for what?" he chuckled bitterly and y/n went to reach out out of reflex but she held herself back, told herself no.

"seungmin," she softly called his name and his eyes met hers, slightly damn, like that one time she had seen him overworked with homework to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, and her chest tightened, but she took a labored breath it, "i forgave you a long time ago," she smiled and seungmin's brows furrowed as he went to protest before she continues, "really, i forgive you," she assured.

"still," seungmin smiled, a little more relaxed as he felt a heavy burden being lifted from his shoulders, "we can get something to eat sometime, if you want, my treat."

seungmin hoped she would agree, he really wanted to make things right and if he's lucky; get back the girl he still was head over heels for. and as he waited for her reply, a storm took up place in her mind.

y/n never wanted to admit it but he did more damage than she wanted to admit to. at his words a cold chill ran down her spine. thoughts about history repeating itself ran through her mind, not that she wanted to get romantically involved with him again. but just the thought of it being a possibility had her breathing to falter.

see, after what happened that night, no matter how much she wanted to believe she was over it, a persistent voice in the back of her head kept muttering it's going to happen again, they're all making fun of you behind your back, you're a joke, they're faking it all again, it's another game, it's a bet again as much as she wanted to block those words out. and maybe to some extent she believe that too, but how could she not. so she took a deep breath.

"i don't think that's a good idea, seungmin," she muttered as she looked down at her shoes, before looking back up to him, "after all that happened i can't go back to that, i'm sorry," she whispered a sad smile painted on her lips and seungmin nodded, eyes burning again.

"even if it was just as friends, it would be better if we just met with everyone," y/n looked away, seungmin doing the same. he gulped down the bitter taste in his mouth and told himself he had this coming. of course she wouldn't trust me, he thought.

just then, as if sent from above, y/n's uber stopped at the side of the road and she checked the number plate before turning back to seungmin, lips pulling in a small smile.

"i'll see you around, seung," she spoke softly and seungmin felt his heart shatter as she called him by the nickname she used to call him and the widened eyes told him she had done it naturally, out of habit, and he smiled, nodding. knowing that she didn't hold any bad feelings and resentment for him.

and as she got up in the car and went away, he called himself the nastiest names as the first few tears fell, throat closing in and chest tightening, before he wiped them away.

he chuckled unironically.

"funny how you're the one left to cry now, huh, seung?"

[shannygoatgruff]

Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I know it’s been a minute. I’m always thinking about these stories because I want to finish them, just can’t seem to focus on writing at the moment.  Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Part iv - Date with Destiny

Finding Ivar Lothbrok should have been easy. Between the two of them, he was the stable one. He was the one with the iron-clad schedule that consisted of drinking, smoking, and partying. Torren’s schedule was a bit more... fluid. She tended to go wherever the wind, or whatever car she acquired, would take her. Naturally, Ivar had the occasional meet-and-greet, red carpet, and/or Comic-con engagement that he had to attend, still, he was pretty easy to keep tabs on. All one had to do was look at (stalk) his social media accounts, and his whereabouts were posted for everyone to see.

Knowing where he’d be and finding out where he lived were a different story. Torren had done her due diligence when it came to locating the town in which Little Kattegat was located. It only took about two days and a few Google image searches of the background of a few of the photos and she had it narrowed down to a general area in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

From what she could tell, the closest town to where he lived was pretty small, and there were only a few large estates hidden in the woods. How hard could it be to find? She was willing to drive to every single house and knock on the door to find him if she had to. But it would just be easier if there was loud music and a bunch of cars in the driveway. That way she could tag along inside with the rest of the guests to get to her man. 

Her shirt landed in the pile of dirty clothes in the center of the bed, as she reached around to unhook her bra. “I really need to tell Baby Boo to stop putting all of his business out in these streets,” her brows furrowed as she shook her head, “What if some crazy, psycho bitch started stalking him, or some shit? Then I’d have to kill a bitch.” Torren’s head whipped around and she narrowed her eyes at his picture, still stuck on her wall, “Is that what you want? Huh? You want me to cut a bitch to prove to you how much I love you? I will, Bae! You know I would do anything for you. I’m your Ride or Die...” 

And being his Ride or Die meant that she needed to keep better tabs on him if she was going to protect him from someone crazier than her, God forbid.  She was only able to do so much on this prepaid phone, and going to the library to get online was becoming a pain in the ass. 

She’d considered stealing a laptop or iPad from the library but was still on the fence about the idea. Of course, the alternative meant going to stupid ass libraries and threatening little kids to get off the fucking computers, and that completely sucked ass. 

She always felt rushed when she logged onto her Bae’s Only Fans page from the public library. Without fail one of those little bastard kids would get the library Nazis to kick her off the computer, or bar her from the library altogether for watching porn. 

Ivar’s page wasn’t porn! It was art. It was sexy. It was love...his love for her. Stupid bitches. 

She had encountered far worse things than getting kicked out of the library, but some of these small towns usually only had one or two within their county limits. If she got banned, how was she supposed to check up on Ivar? In the time it took to log in until she got kicked out, she'd be lucky if she could check 2 of his accounts. What if he had some important information on another platform that she hadn’t checked yet? What was she supposed to do then?

Her relationship with Ivar was hanging in the balance, and she'd be damned if some snot-nosed kid or fucking uptight librarian would fuck that up. She needed a computer. But, on the flip side, when she finally got her man back, she wouldn't need one anymore. She could ask him directly what their plans were.

There was a lot to consider and that took time; time that she didn't have right now.

The thick layer of Nair shaving cream she had applied to her already hairless crotch, was just starting to tingle, signaling she had about 5 minutes left before the sweat-inducing, burning sensation would kick in alerting her to wash the cream off. Until then, she had time to consider an outfit for the night.

She knew Ivar well enough to know that he would want her to be sexy for him, but not so much to distract him from work. She could have gone for something slutty, like those skanky bitches he partied with. She could have gone for more demur, but then she would remind him too much of his bitch ex-wife and completely turn him off. The last thing she wanted on their first night back together was for him to be thinking about that bitch. She could have gone for a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but Torren never did simple. 

No, Ivar would want her to be herself. That's what he loved about her. That's what attracted him to her in the first place. She would be sexy without being skanky; she would be demure without being a prude.

Fuck! It was already 7:33 p.m. How in the hell did she miss the beginning of his Live? Now she was running late.

She was supposed to be dressed and ready by the time his Live came on that way she could be out the door as soon as he finished. If she was going to make it to be on his Only Fans live stream tonight, she needed to get to his house before he got too distracted. Now, she’d have to watch his Live, while her cooch burst into flames before she had a chance to take a shower and finish picking out her outfit.

If there was one thing Torren was, it was punctual. It was bad enough that she was about 40 minutes outside of his town, but it could take her up to 2 or more hours to find his house. She only hoped that he didn’t plan on starting any real freaky shit on his Only Fans page until around midnight, cause it looked like she wouldn’t be getting there before then, anyway.  

With the smile still plastered on her face, Torren turned on the hot water for a shower, forgetting that the water didn’t get hot. She didn't mind, much, especially since the cold water gave her a break from the heat in her room. 

Phone in hand, she watched him, as she planted herself on the dirty bathtub floor, cross-legged, and started to get herself ready. Starting with her toes, she shaved each one, just below the knuckle, followed by her fingers, arms, pits, and each leg, from groin to ankle, three times. When the burning from her nether regions was so intense that she couldn’t tell her tears from the shower water dripping on her face, she quickly washed off the cream. 

All she could do was hope that she hadn’t broken the skin this time. The last time she had let that damn Nair stay on, just past burning, the skin broke and she bled. She was not having a bloody hoo-ha tonight. 

With that taken care of, she gently used the razor to remove any other pubes closer to the inside that needed to be removed. Then shaved her backside. When she had more time, she was going to get the internal hairs bleached, but she needed to find out what Ivar preferred. 

Shaving ate up so much of her time that she only had a few seconds to rub some body-wash that she had stolen from a drug store over her body and hoped it got rid of the smell of the summer heat. Her hair? Fuck it...she’d wash it another day, for now, this cold water would have to be enough. She’d spritz some perfume and hair spray in it and it would smell fine. 

Torren finished her shower, and walked out of the bathroom dripping wet, only using a towel to wrap around her hair. She was glad it was so hot in her room that her hair would air-dry quickly. She finger-combed her damp tresses to complete that ‘just got out of bed, but it's styled’ appearance. She knew how much he loved when her hair looked like that. It would remind him of freshly fucked hair. 

She spent extra time applying her makeup, even using an extra dark, thick application of eyeliner. She usually went for more subtle warm colors. They matched her tan skin tone better. But, tonight, she had bold, dark makeup, complete with varying shades of purple and blue eye shadows, and dark purple lipstick.

Torren was glad that she decided to match Ivar’s clothes this evening. The swim trunks and smoking jacket he wore would compliment her beautifully. She wanted everyone to know that they dressed alike, the way real couples do. If he was going for less is more, so would she.

She settled on black leather chaps that tied up on the sides, and tight blue boy shorts that left the bottom half of her ass cheeks exposed. The blue shorts brought out the blue swirls in his trunks; she knew he'd appreciate that touch. Her top was a blue bandanna that she wore as a halter with a short black leather jacket with tassels on the sleeves. 

They screamed “couple” in her eyes.

Completely satisfied with how she looked, Torren locked the door to her motel room and started down the hall. She deliberately stopped by the window and peered through the partially opened blinds of the people staying next door to her. She knocked on the window to get the attention of the young couple inside. Judging from their appearance, they were too strung out to know who she was, or that it was her music that they constantly banged on the wall about. She didn’t care. She still flipped them off before making her way to the stairs. 

Reaching her hand through the busted window of the blue Ford Taurus to unlock the door from the inside. Torren slid into the driver's seat and leaned over to find the two cords that she had pulled out from under the steering column when she stole the car. Flicking the cords together, she listened as the engine reluctantly turned over.

She put the car in reverse, looked in the rear-view mirror at her makeup, then pulled out of the spot. As she turned onto the road leading to the highway, she listened to the knocks, bumps, and hisses that her car made. There wasn't time to do much about it now; not when she was on her way to get her man. But, she made a mental note to do something about it later in the week. The only thing she could do was turn the music up louder to drown out the car noise.

Truthfully, she should have stolen a better car than the piece of shit Taurus that she found in the parking lot of the Quickie Mart while driving through Tulsa, Oklahoma. There were plenty of better cars there to choose from but no one would have wanted to take this one. It was so sad looking that she took pity on it. She had been doing the owner of this crap car a favor, by taking it off of their hands. 

The car was truly fucked. The oil light stayed on, and it drank gas like her mother drank liquor. The car had protested every inch of the ride across the three states that she traveled through in one day. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before that piece of shit breathed its last breath.

She needed to get gas again, but fuck that car. She had already refueled four times since she stole it. Gas wasn't cheap and she wasn't putting another dime in that gas guzzler. Speaking of money, she made a mental note to steal another credit card. It would only be a matter of time before the owner of the one that was tucked snugly between her left breast and strapless bra, would eventually realize that it had been lifted from the table in the diner, and canceled.

Laptop, butt bleaching, car, credit card, and more eyeliner from Walgreen's…her To-Do list was growing. She really needed to take some time off and take care of the necessities. Not tonight, though. She had other things to do. She couldn't do anything else, right now, but get to her man. Besides, once Lothbrok was by her side, he would help her remember all the things she needed to do.

As she came off of the highway exit smoke started billowing out from the engine. It backed up through the exhaust system, and came through the vents, inside the cabin. It was ironic – the air-conditioning vents in the car didn't work, but they seemed to work well enough to clog the inside of the car up with thick white smoke. She drove a few more miles before the smoke was so thick that she could no longer see. As she pulled the car over to the graveled shoulder of the road, the car knocked and shook, before it finally cut off.

Just her fucking luck.

She reached under the dash to flick the cords against each other again, trying to force the ignition to catch again, but it wouldn't. The engine had nothing left to give her. "Fuck Murphy and fuck his fucking law," she said calmly as she pulled the hood release.

She opened the car door, taking care to place both black, platform boots on the ground before lifting her backside from the seat. Placing her sunglasses on her eyes, she walked with one foot in front of the other to the front of the Taurus and placed her hand on the hood. It was hot, but not so hot that she couldn't feel under the front of the lever.

As she lifted the heavy metal hood and placed the rod in the slot to hold it in place, Torren let the smoke from the engine engulf her. It was quite a head rush breathing in the thick engine smoke through her nose, and exhaling it from her mouth. She patiently waited for the smoke to thin out before she bent, at the waist, over the engine. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she knew that someone would see her looking over the engine and stop to help her.

Now, if only someone would actually come down this dark stretch of road, she could be back on her way to Ivar.

It didn't take long before a pair of headlights rounded the bend of the road, just off to her right. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she accentuated the leather, chaps against her hips, and lifted her ass higher in the air, to catch the driver's attention. She couldn't help but smirk when she heard the tires of a large vehicle turn onto the graveled pavement in front of where she broke down. She didn't turn to face the car or the driver. She didn't care who they were or what they looked like. She had an appointment to keep and this pit stop was fucking up her timetable.

"You need some help?" A deep voice asked as its owner approached her.

Torren took a moment to peer around the hood, noticing that there were no other cars around. "Broke down," she answered, continuing to bear her weight from one hip to the other. She placed her hands on the metal frame of the car, arched her back, and looked at the man over her shoulder. "You know something about cars?"

"Yeah," he replied, moving around to her side, looking at her, and not the smoky engine.

She gave him half a smile, as she noticed him notice her. "You a mechanic or something?" She asked standing up. She rubbed her hands together to remove some of the visible engine soot while considering the guy in front of her. He was about 6 feet tall with a moderate build. He was dressed in blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and Timberland boots. He didn't look like he was more than 25 years old. Judging from the way he was looking at her and from the ring on his left hand, he wasn't too worried about her car, or his wife, for that matter.

"Nah, not a mechanic, but I work on my own car... in my spare time." He smiled when she did. She was gorgeous, in that slutty kind of way. She wouldn't be dressed like that and leaning over the hood of a car if she wasn't looking to have some fun. "Lemme take a look at it."

Did he work on his car? Hopefully, that meant that his ran better than hers did.

Torren moved over to the side and let him take the position under the hood. "I'll be right back," he explained before walking over to the bed of his F150.

Grabbing a flashlight from the trunk, he took a second to admire the view of her, from behind. If he could get her car moving again, she would hopefully follow him to this cheap motel he knew that was just up the highway.

He leaned in close, taking a whiff of her hair, "You overheated…want to check the coolant level."

She had heard him say something else but she had stopped listening; she was too busy watching the street. "You want me to try to start it?" she asked, removing her sunglasses before making her way to the driver's door. She wasn't sure if he answered or not. She had no intention of driving the Taurus again, even if he could get it started. She just needed to get something out of the car.

She slid into the seat and reached down on the floor. She found the hard metal object on the floor of the passenger's side and gripped it tightly. As she walked back around to the front of the car, she heard him talking, presumably about the car, or maybe he was asking her out. Who the fuck knows? She was on a tight schedule and all of his chatting was holding her up. She stood by the side of the hood, looking at the angle he was leaning over the hood. Quickly, she lifted her arm, and with one powerful blow, she struck him in the head with the crowbar that she used to procure her now-defunct car.

Torren stood over his body, looking at him intensely. God, it felt good. The rush of knowing that one minute this dude was towering over her, and the next he was on the ground. She had dropped his ass. She was the one with the power.

 "Thanks," she said, digging her hand in his pocket to retrieve his cash, credit card, and the keys to his truck. She wiped the blood on the crowbar on his shirt before walking to her new mode of transportation.

Torren sat in the truck's driver's seat and turned on the engine. She had managed to cross two things off of her To-Do list without even planning to.

Thank God the truck had air conditioning. All this heat and humidity was bound to make her hair frizzy. She cranked the AC up as high as it would go and sat still for a moment enjoying the cool air. After a minute, she adjusted the seat and tilted the rearview mirror to look at herself. She was starting to sweat and her eyeliner was starting to run just a bit at the corners of her eyes. She dabbed at the black liner to even out the lines, and then pushed the mirror back to where she could see. Giving the area another once-over, she made sure that no one else had seen her interaction with that guy on the ground, before pulling out from the gravel and onto the paved street.

"Ugh!" Torren yelled. Chester Bradley, the printed name on the credit card, had shitty taste in music. She pushed the stereo button on the steering wheel to do a scan of the radio. Anything was better than country music. Once she found some trap music on the XM radio, she turned up the volume and pulled back onto the highway.

Part iii/

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UC Sunnyhell: Part three

There’ll be Hell to pay

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Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Spike and you haven’t been getting along and it all reaches a boiling point. Harsh words are exchanged but something happens to make you both question your thoughts about the other. Will this be enough to change your perceptions though? College AU

Og request by: @sunflower-stan​

Requested tags: @fictionalhoomanofnowhere @harpersmariano​

Warning: Sex reference, swearing.

He appeared to have no redeeming qualities. His personality was flat, two-dimensional. Like some bully in a kids cartoon. Not that you had particularly looked very hard since your first meeting.

He had upset you. And this ‘revenge’ was all you were thinking about. Your friends had planned it all out with you that night. They were all going to arrive soon and you were pacing with nerves. This could go badly.

You had convinced them to choose the least likely action to get you all into a physical fight. Something that appeared innocent that would annoy him greatly. If he got really mad there would be hell to pay. 

They all came over, spreading their stuff around the living room. Taking up as much space as possible because of the way he had all but made you live out of your room rather than face him. They made as much noise as possible and basically tried to antagonise him as much as possible. The way he had with you.

When someone mentioned Angel might show, Spike snapped and stormed out of his room ready for a fight. No bloody way was he coming into his home.

As he opened his mouth, about to speak, he saw something in Xander’s hand. He noticed that you had all been passing around a liquor bottle. He snatched it from Xander.

“That’s mine” He accused.

“Oh no, actually spike, that one over there was yours. My friend Faith supplied this one” Buffy explained, giving him an overly sweet smile as Xander took it back. He scowled between her and his now empty liquor bottle.

“Get out” He snarled.

“You’re not the only one that lives here-” Cordy started in your defense, but she was quickly cut off.

“Fine. We’ll make it a real party. I’ll invite my mates won’t I?”

“You don’t even like them that much” You replied getting to your feet, you had overheard him mutter it to himself when one of them annoyed him again.

“Well, I’ll like them a lot more when they round up your little gang of-” He smirked at their reactions, “Or, everyone could just bugger off I suppose. Wouldn’t need to invite ‘em then”

Everyone shared concerned looks. They had heard about the types of people he had around him. They looked at you as you broke the stare-down you and Spike were sharing. You just nodded and they scrambled to leave. Making sure that you knew you could call them at any time.

Once they left he smirked and began to turn to leave back to his bedroom. But you wouldn’t let him go. Not this time.

“Will you just grow up!?” You screamed as he turned around and closed the space between you. If there was hell to pay after these words you would happily go skint. He should hear them. After everything.

“Yeah, ‘cause you and your little bloody clique are right grown ups, yeah? So grown-up you whisper about people behind their backs!”

“What?”

“I’m disgusting to you, yeah? You’re such a bloody ponce – like them, not even got the stones to say it-” He said and you realised he had heard what you said about him to Willow and Buffy. You didn’t think about it, you just shouted back.

“You want me to say it to your face?!”

“Yeah, might be a change from you being such a back-stabbing bitch”

“Fine! You’re horrible, nasty and so fucking inconsiderate! You think the whole world’s against you but we don’t care! We just don’t care!”

“Yeah, well-”

“I’m not done – you’re so arrogant! You think the whole world revolves around you. Well, I live here too! I pay rent I deserve some space in my own home! I tried so hard to be nice to you and all you’ve ever done is throw it back in my face!”

“Oh yeah, everybody kick Spike when he’s down” he muttered despite him asking you to say what you thought. You didn’t realise but one of the people he frequently had sex with had finished it with him for the final time earlier that day, “You don’t bloody know me!”

“I don’t want to!” You shouted, this time when you turned you really did just walk away. He watched you go, eyes lingering on you as you walked away.

He snapped himself out of it, jaw tensing and you both slammed your doors on each other. He infuriated you. Completely annoyed you. Just like you angered him. Infuriated him. He couldn’t believe that he would have to live the rest of the year with you.

You had both started this because you didn’t know each other. You had assumed. Not wanted to even try to know each other. First impressions are hard to get over. You had appeared to him as some do-gooder that wanted to “fix” his immoral ways. You hung out with those clean-cut-9-to-5-losers that never gave him the time of day.

You had wrongly assumed all he cared for was sex and causing trouble. Hurting people just for the fun of it. You never tried to delve deeper. Think about why he acted this way. Like you said, you didn’t care.

Weirdly, since that night, he kind of respected you a little more after your outburst. You showed that you did in fact have a backbone when he had assumed you had yours removed like most of the people on campus at birth.

But you stood firm, you were just usually nice to people because it just felt obvious to you to treat people with kindness until they gave you a reason not to. And, boy, had he given you reason not to.

As you were thinking this. He was thinking about you. He had always been that way, the line between hatred and... no. He didn’t care. He was indifferent about you. Or, that’s what he kept telling himself. Wouldn’t even entertain a thought to the contrary.

After this argument, he just kept out of your way. You barely said two words to each other, you just lived your separate lives.

You had realised how the other saw them. How there appeared to be faults there that couldn’t be bridged. You had gotten bored of fighting. It was starting to cut closer to each other’s bones. You were exhausted from it. So you kept away from each other.

You had barely spoken for almost an entire month. If it wasn’t for the occasional musical soundtrack or the smell of smoke neither of you would know the other was in.

That was, until something happened. Something neither of you would have ever thought possible. It all began one Saturday evening, at an open mic night.

You arrived at the dimly lit bar and walked in a little tentatively. Your heart was already beginning to race and you still had a while until it was your turn. You were finally going to do it. You were going to perform something you had written.

You smiled at someone that you recognised, he came over to you greeting you excitedly. The guy was friendly enough but you just weren’t able to form that connection you longed for with him. He was very loud and dramatic – a one-man show, if you will. You struggled to keep up with him in conversation.

“Great turn out tonight!” He gushed as you looked around at the two other people that had turned up. You nodded distractedly as you saw a figure at the bar. You recognised the figure but just couldn’t place it.

That was, until he turned around and caught the light. The bleach blonde hair. That leather duster that appeared to be surgically attached to him.

You caught each other’s eye. Scowling at the other. Why would he possibly be here? Was he going to heckle everyone? Start a bar fight?

The truth was, Spike would come every month or so. To read his writings, his poems. He did this because nobody rarely turned up and the tender took a shine to him and offered half priced beer.

He took his beer and sat in his usual corner. Hiding until it was time for him to get up and speak. He watched you, burning holes in you as you walked up to the bar yourself, asking the guy what he recommended. He stared at you. It was a student bar, there wasn’t an exclusive wine list.

You rolled your eyes and just asked for some shots. Three, to be exact. You threw them back one after the other. Spike raised his eyebrows and then smirked when your entire body appeared to shiver in reaction. You went and sat near the front, facing away from him for a while.

Both of you began to feel more and more nervous about speaking. Especially with the other there. Suddenly you got to your feet, full of nerves you needed to have a breath of fresh air.

He saw you leave and this relieved him. You must have become too nervous. He could go up to speak now that you were gone.

And just in time, his name was announced and he got up swigging from his beer as he walked. Glaring at the enthusiastic guy that had been talking to you who had put both of his thumbs up at Spike as he got up to where the mic was set up.

You returned just as he started to speak. But you sat down without him seeing it at first. You heard those words. The breath was knocked out of your body. The words spoke to your soul. The feeling behind them, it was all you had longed to find. Someone with a mind that expressed things the way you did… but the words were his.

He spoke with such passion, such feeling. The words were incredible and you couldn’t believe they were coming from his mouth. You had goosebumps and you just stared, suddenly finding yourself really looking at him. At the way he spoke. The way he looked.

You held your card containing your own words to your chest, there was no way you would be able to go up after that.

You had listened to his words, all but swooning. Hanging on to every last syllable less it dissolve into the air and you would forget it forever.

How could someone with that much of a nasty attitude have so much heart hidden away? You were in awe. His words, the feelings behind them. It was like the musicals you loved so much. Exploring love and loss and heart.

He caught your eye as he walked from the stage. He hesitated, realising what you had seen but just walked past you to the bar. He ordered his body weight in liquor and just sat there.

Then they announced your name. You jolted with shock, still reeling from Spike’s eloquent words. You cleared your throat, nodded at yourself and stepped up to the microphone. He rolled his eyes at you turning away.

Then he heard what you had to say. Such meaningful prose shared with the world. Baring yourself so raw. The words you spoke had real heart. Real meaning, more so than he thought you had been capable of.

His eyes were on you now. Only you. He didn’t even pick up his beer as he listened.

The spotlight was blinding though so you never saw him look at you in the way he did. That flash of understanding, the way that he could empathise with the way you spoke. How you wrote.

You both returned home separately. Neither of you could stop thinking about the other. Those words. Those feelings. The way he looked up there. The way you did. Almost ethereal to the other. It was confusing. Wrong.

You definitely didn’t speak to each other at all after this. You didn’t know what to say. You were so torn. Between what you knew about him and what you had just heard Had you been wrong about him?

His words had stopped time. His thoughts, feelings. They meant something. They had settled somewhere inside you and you weren’t sure if they would ever leave.

You were daydreaming about his words again, looking out of the window as you waited for your water to boil. You hadn’t realised the man himself had walked into the room behind you. You had spun around and overbalanced.

You tripped and he put a hand out to steady you, before snatching his hand away immediately in horror. You just stared, frowning.

“Watch it” he said, but he turned frowning at himself. He stared at you for a second as if he wanted to apologise but then he turned on his heel and left. Your words, the one that you had spoken had made him rethink. You weren’t just some plastic copy of Buffy and her sorority sisters. You weren’t shallow to him like Angel and Xander or just ‘one of the boys’.

You had heart. You had thoughts and feelings that transcended this mundane part of the world. You had such a beautiful mind that spoke to his own. He was just fighting against it as much as he could.

Since a few more occurrences like this, lingering glances. Weird silences where things felt unsaid, your courage began to grow.

You had to say something. You would only regret it if you didn’t. You feel like you had misjudged him. That he was hard to live with but that there was a promise there. You knocked on his door and began to open it.

“Bugger off!”

“Uh, sorry, I… I know we haven’t been getting on but-”

“Understatement of the century that” He grumbled, looking up from where he was lying on his side in his bed. He was flipping through a magazine.

“I just… your words. The other night. I couldn’t not say something. They were beautiful”

“You’re bloody hilarious” He said harshly, jaw tensing. He felt that you were teasing him. Making fun of him for his poetry. He was used to it.

You didn’t realise but his past was the reason he was so defensive. Had to harden himself. Because they all used to tease him for his poetry. For his soft side. Until he hid it completely. Didn’t allow anyone to see him that vulnerable (apart from the two patrons of the pub the open-mic night was held in – he had to express it someway).

“No. I mean it, I’m not- I wouldn’t make fun of you. I’m really not like that, I loved your poems I was wondering if you were going again in two weeks-”

“What so we can skip there together through the merry fields of glee?”

“I’m s-sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered” You shook your head, he saw that you were genuinely embarrassed and upset. You should have known, just because he could write and his heart wasn’t as completely hardened as you thought didn’t mean that he suddenly wanted to be your friend. Just because you suddenly had one common interest.

“Y/n” he said and you turned back, your hope lifting slightly, “close the door on your way out”

Your face crumbled slightly and you turned and slammed it shut. You had wanted so desperately to have a connection with someone, on that level. That you would even chase after it at even the slightest glimpse of feeling from someone you didn’t like.

You couldn’t see him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. About that offer. He was so lonely, no matter what he filled his time with he wanted to be able to trust someone. Desperately. But they always disappointed him eventually. He didn’t want to give you or anyone the power to do something like that.

There was a hint of understanding that began between you though since you went to tell him your thoughts. You spoke to him as if he was an equal, for the first time in a long time that someone had. And he let you. You looked at him, past the front he put on. It was only a glimpse but you felt the anger melt away. It had been exhausting living that way.

He wouldn’t dare verbalise his understanding. He did make some subtle changes though. He didn’t blast his music full volume as much. Spent more nights out, rather than bringing as many people home. He was still messy but he left a space for you to live your own life too. Which was really all you could ask for.

You had both humanised yourselves to the other. Let the other into your mind. Your perspectives. He didn’t mention what he had started to do and you wouldn’t dare, but you had definitely noticed. You had formed a kind of truce. And understanding of sorts.

The whisper of a possibility of friendship kind of hung in the air between you. It was there, you could both feel it but it wasn’t solid. You couldn’t grab onto it. It was transient, floating all around. An abstract concept.

For one of you to make the first move, to try and make some kind of amends. It would mean something too great. You wouldn’t push it, you were still unsure.

You were sat in your elective class. You hadn’t really been sure what to take so you ended up in this one. The dreaded paired presentation were looming.

Nobody usually sat next to you, none of your friends took the class so you were facing the embarrassing walk to the front to ask the professor if there was any one else that needed a partner.

That was, until a guy walked in. He was tall and he appeared to take a lot of care on styling his hair. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him in the class before and this was confirmed to you when he stood at the front scanning the rows for a spare seat before narrowing on the seat beside you.

He walked near you and awkwardly asked if the seat was free before he sat beside you. Just as the professor announced that the person sat beside you would be your presentation partner. He turned to you and nodded in acknowledgement that you were paired.

“Angel” He offered his name and it clicked. You had met him before, you think. At a frat party you went to with Buffy so she could try and find him. Either way you had heard so much about him you felt as if you already knew him.

“Y/n” You replied and he nodded his head before it clicked with him too.

“You’re Buffy’s friend, right?”

“Yeah, she’s like a big sister” You smiled and he nodded. You spoke amiably for a while rather than actually doing the work you had been assigned at first.

Actually, you found that you were doing most of the talking but you felt comfortable with him in a way you hadn’t expected you would. The guy was pleasant perhaps a bit more reserved than you would have expected for this ‘popular frat guy’ everyone had made him out to be.

“You’re the one stuck living with Spike, huh?”

“Yeah, he’s…”

You didn’t really know how to finish that sentence now. You had formed a kind of truce. A tenuous understanding. He annoyed you still in some sense but you were intrigued by him. You wanted to understand him. See what else he may be hiding deep down. Why he was the way he was. Angel just nodded, presuming that the tailing off was you implying how horrible Spike was. He had never liked him.

You weren’t friends. You weren’t sure that you and Spike would ever end up friends.

[collabwithmyself]

character intros, from the perspective of a cranky convenience store employee

This lady clearly doesn't wanna be here any more than I do. Her brown hair is a rat's nest, and the Ugg boots and fluffy coat thrown on over a rumpled dress shirt and tie tell me that she likely didn't bother changing out of her work clothes the night before. Her glasses are lopsided on her round face, and she picks nervously at the acne pockmarking her face as she sifts through the cooler for drinks.

She doesn't look to make conversation, thank God, just sets her food down and returns my obligatory hello with as much enthusiasm as I offered it with - not much at all. As she paws through her jacket for her wallet, she asks for the cheapest scratch-off ticket we have - but as I bend to tear one off the roll, she swears under her breath.

I have a sinking feeling I know what's wrong, but I ask anyway. "Ma'am? Everything alright?"

"I'll go put-- I'll go put this back. I forgot my wallet. Sorry, sir."

Fucking figures. She scoops everything back into her arms and hurries away, gait uneven. At least she actually volunteered to put everything away again, unlike most other customers...

¤

The sound of the door rattling in its frame makes me jump a good inch into the air. My head whips around. Who the hell is here at one in the morning besides my sorry ass?

From the light of the storefront, I can make out a shock of dark, curly hair, bleached at the tips. The person's gotta be no more than five feet tall, and draped in some weird cloak thing. She's also attempting to push on a pull door.

I wait for a good thirty seconds for her to figure it out, and when she doesn't, I groan and meander my way around the counter. I figure she's drunk or something, but when I push open the door for her, she doesn't seem to be that impaired.

"Oh, look at that!" she chirps, no trace of sheepishness in her tone. Her hair falls over one eye, but the other twinkles with innocent delight. She stumbles past me and immediately knocks over one of the wet floor signs - maybe she isn't as sober as I thought. Good thing the floor already dried up after I mopped.

"Hey, do you guys have, um. Um, um, um." She snaps her fingers a few times, and I raise my brows impatiently at her. "Soda. Do you have soda. The big ones. And the. The little white bitches. Comes in a little tube."

"...mints?"

"Yeah! Those! You've got those, right?"

Who the hell is pulling the Coke and Mentos trick at one in the morning? "We do," I sigh, hoping against hope that this person isn't going to try anything stupid in the parking lot.

¤

"What the fuck," I mumble to myself as this actual goddamn vampire strides into the store. Then I clear my throat and greet him like I'm supposed to.

The tall, pale man turns towards me and flashes a smile full of sharp teeth. "Hullo!"

What the fuck. I try to catch the eye of my coworker, but they're busy cooking wings for the hot display case. What the fuck.

The customer's dark, tattered trenchcoat reaches all the way down to his feet, giving the impression that he's gliding along instead of walking. His spiky hair makes him look even taller than he is. He's delicate with his hold as he picks out and examines sandwiches from the display cooler, scrutinizing the labels and seals. Whoever this guy is, he's meticulous, and his presence makes me more and more nervous the longer he stays.

Eventually, he glides up to the register with a basket full of sandwiches, adjusting the scarf around his neck. "How are you today, ssir?" he hisses-- actually hisses-- to me.

It takes everything I have to keep my voice steady when I answer, "fine, and you?" I keep my gaze on the food I'm ringing up for him, so I don't have to stare up and up into his piercing eyes.

"Oh, I'm quite alright. Nicce weather we're having, don't you think..." He pauses to read my name tag. "...Gray? Iss that short for Graysson?"

He knows my name. I want to die. "Y-Yes, sir."

"What a lovely name! Well, anyway, Graysson, it'ss a lovely day out, it'ss much niccer here than in the UK, you know..."

He's a chatterbox, and I don't want to risk upsetting him by urging him along. I watch helplessly as other customers begin to queue up behind him. My coworker is still busy with cooking food. I'm trapped, and he seems to be in no rush at all. What did I do to deserve this?

[lunnanunna]

Blonde

BTS Extra Member AU

Summary: The story of how and why Jungkook dyed his hair blond. (Or at least the story within my AU 😂)

Warnings: swearing

Taglist: @kimonmars​ @mythicalamphitrite​ @hyunmijung​ @poutypoutybin​ @sunflower-0180​

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from a taglist.

A/N: I know this happened a while ago, but whatever. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Let me know what you think.

“Lexi?” Came a whisper. Lexi grumbled as she felt someone shaking her awake.

“For fuck’s sake, Kookie, the dorm better be burning down,” she hissed as she sat up in bed. The lights in their shared room were still off, and the clock on her nightstand read 3:43 AM.

“No, the dorm’s okay. We’re safe,” Jungkook assured her.

Lexi glared at him. “Go to Hell,” she grumbled as she flopped back in bed, pulling her blanket back over her. They had schedules later that day, and Lexi wanted to get as much sleep as possible.

“Lex. Lexi. Han Chaewon.”

“What do you want?” Lexi whined as she sat up again, pouting at the other.

Jungkook grinned. “The cordi noonas were asking me if I wanted to change my hairstyle when I saw them today, but I had told them no,” the man said.

“Good job Kook-ah. You can say no to people,” Lexi rolled her eyes, moving to lay back down.

“No,” he giggled. “That’s not the end of my story,” the dancer said pulling on her arm to get her to sit back up.

Lexi scowled. “Are you drunk or something?”

“No, I’m pretty sober,” Jungkook nodded seriously.

“Okay, then what?”

“So I had said no, but like now I want to try something,” Jungkook said.

“What? Now?” Jungkook nodded with a grin.

He had to be drunk. Why did Lexi always have to deal with Jungkook’s 2 AM ideas?

She squinted at him in the dark. “What do you want to do? And why are you telling me?”

Jungkook hopped on her bed, facing her. “I want you to help me,” he said excitedly.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “No,” Lexi said, then laid back down, facing away.

“I want to go blonde.”

Lexi shot up and looked at him, eyes blown wide. “Bitch, why didn’t you lead with that?!”

Jungkook chuckled. “Dunno,” he shrugged.

“I think I have some left over supplies from when I went blonde back in the summer,” Lexi stated excitedly as she got out of bed.

Blond Jungkook would not only make ARMY very happy, but Lexi had been trying to convince him to go blonde for years. She would not miss this golden opportunity.

“I’m glad you’re so on board,” Jungkook chuckled as he sat back and watched Lexi scurry into their bathroom looking for the supplies.

Lexi stopped and glared at him. “Sir, I’ve been on your case about going blonde for years. You really think I’d miss this chance? You’re lucky I have experience in dying hair. So you��ll be blonde before the others even wake up,” she grinned.

Lexi had not only dyed her own hair a few times, but she had also been in charge of Yoongi’s dye jobs in the past. The man was particular about who touched his hair after a stylist burned off a chunk of it during a dye job. When he saw how good Lexi was with her own, he started asking her to do his. Lexi jumped at the idea, loving that he trusted her enough.

Once she gathered everything she turned to grin at the other. “Ready?” she asked him.

“Hell yeah,” he grinned right back.

~

A few hours later had Jungkook hanging his head over the sink while Lexi washed out the conditioner. The sun had risen a while ago, but the other still seemed to be asleep, which Jungkook was grateful for. He wanted to surprise them with the finishing product.

“How’s it looking?” Jungkook asked.

“Good so far. It’ll definitely look better once it’s dried,” Lexi stated, running her fingers through his soft hair. The man rarely ever bleached his hair, so it was far from damaged. It was also able to take the color well, though Lexi would still have to dye it again in a day or two to be able to get the right shade of blonde he wanted.

“As long as it’s ready for the Golden Disk Awards,” he had said.

“Oh, we definitely have time. No worries,” Lexi had assured him as she applied a bit more of the dye.

“Okay, all done,” Lexi said as she reached for a towel to dry his hair.

Jungkook stood up and groaned. “I hated that. That’s literally the worst position,” he grumbled, letting Lexi ruffle his hair with the towel.

“Well if you had given me proper warning, then maybe I could have ordered you one of those fancy salon chairs,” she said, flicking his forehead.

Jungkook pouted. “Don’t be mean,” he said.

Lexi rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Go sit on my bed and I’ll grab the hair dryer,” she directed. Jungkook nodded and made his way over.

Lexi grabbed the dryer, ignoring the mess in the bathroom. She’d regret that later, but they were almost done, and Jungkook had promised cuddles and actual sleep when they’d finish.

She quickly made work of drying his hair then grabbed a mirror and handed it to him. Lexi beamed at the finishing product. This had to be one of her favorite and better jobs she’d done.

“See? This is why I came to you. It looks awesome even if it’s a bit yellow,” Jungkook said, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, we’ll let your hair rest a bit before we go for it again. I don’t want to fuck it up,” Lexi stated.

“Makes sense,” he agreed, turning his head from side to side, looking at his hair from all angles.

“You look handsome, alright? Can we sleep now?” Lexi begged, latching onto his back. She nuzzled his neck.

Jungkook chuckled, placing the mirror down. “Yes, we can sleep now.”

“Yes!” Lexi whispered then got up and tugged on his arm, directing him to her bed. The two laid down and in minutes fell asleep.

Bonus:

“Do you smell that?” Taehyung asked sleepily from the kitchen table.

Seokjin and Hoseok who were making breakfast looked at the younger then sniffed the air.

“It’s coming from the maknaes’ room,” Namjoon said, already getting up from his seat. The other three followed him down the hall.

Jimin was by Jungkook’s and Lexi’s room then turned to them. “Did Jungkook go to bed blonde?”

“What?” Seokjin asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“No, why?” Taehyung asked,

“Well he’s blonde now,” Jimin answered, pointing at the door.

Everyone looked at each other then walked into the maknaes’ bedroom. There, laying in a tangle of limbs were the maknaes and a very blonde Jungkook.

“I- What?” Namjoon whispered. He was aware of the fact that their maknaes were completely knocked out, but still needed to get his question across.

“When did this happen?” Seokjin whispered shouted.

Taehyung, who was grinning, shrugged. He grabbed his phone and snapped a few pictures to send to Yoongi, knowing that the older would want to know what’s going on.

“Did they do it themselves?” Hoseok asked.

“Probably. Lexi’s basically an expert at this point,” Taehyung stated, walking over to the two sleeping members. He ran a hand through Jungkook’s hair and smiled. “Lex did well,” he smiled.

“Lex is also trying to sleep,” Lexi grumbled, eyes still closed. Everyone looked at her, eyes wide.

“Jungkook too,” the blond added, turning away from the older members.

“You’ve admired the hair. Now leave and let us sleep some more,” Lexi said then burrowed herself into Jungkook’s side.

“You can talk about how good it looks later,” Jungkook said, waving them away.

Taehyung snickered, lightly smacking Jungkook on the thigh. The younger let out a whine.

“Fine,” Jimin chuckled.

“We’ll save you breakfast,” Seokjin stated.

The maknaes both held a thumbs up, making the others chuckle as they walked out of their room.

“What do you think ARMY will talk about more? Yoongi-hyung’s return? Or Jungkook being blonde?” Taehyung smirked.

“That’s a tough one,” Namjoon shook his head, smiling.

Lexi’s Mastelrist

[draculcid]

YOU TOLD ME TO THINK MY THOUGHTS WITH FREEDOM SO HERE I AM - more sibling headcannons w the Official Missed Opportunity Found Family

They have a secret family handshake that they refuse to show anyone

Joyce sees billy and Steve kiss once and billy has a whole breakdown but she’s like “hush child I love u and i could already tell 👀 you look at his ass all the time” and billy has never felt more Loved in his Life

One day Will realizes he’s gay and goes right to billy, because he and Steve are gross and in love. Billy helps his little gay self out of the closet. They also now celebrate the fact that now there are a total of Two (2) Gay Williams in the family

Billy gets his first surprise birthday party with them. He gets gifts he didn’t ask for, but that were perfect for him. He has NEVER had anyone pay such close attention to his interests before. He cries. (Watch as I progressively project more and more of my own trauma onto this Child - someone remembered I played D&D on saturdays w my friends without me reminding them and I on god had a breakdown don’t mind me)

Jonathan and Billy sit together in Jon’s room and get super high and talk about their shitty dads. It’s cathartic

!!! Billy joins in on Max and El’s sleepovers occasionally. They talk ab boys and billy will do intricate braids in their hair (good practice w his hands) and they’re paint Billy’s nails. If someone in public tries to comment on them he’ll be like “my sisters did that you BITCH” and then beat their shit

Once Neil comes by and tries to talk to billy. Before Hopper can blast him with a violation of the restraining order, Joyce has already attacked him and punched him in the throat.

Billy has some issues with digestion after drinking all that bleach and shit so he has food restrictions. Joyce goes out of her way to make sure Billy can eat anything she has in the house.

He also has some breathing problems and mobility issues for a while; Joyce has Hopper install shower bars and has takes to storing inhalers around the house for him.

I will come back if I think of more 💕😌🤌

OH MY GOD. yes yes yes. the handshake starts because all the kids want billy to teach them how to do the classic californian “homie handshake.” but then they all start adding little motions to it- and it builds up into this whole cool thing that the entire family knows (even hopper and joyce.) steve’s always trying to get billy to teach it to him but he refuses (he promises he’s gonna marry steve, and when they’re officially family, he’ll teach it to him.)

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joyce knew about billy and steve for a while. steve was bad at sneaking in through windows, so she could hear him sneaking into billy’s room every night. and she sees how they look at each other, how they try to stealthily brush their hands against each other, how billy’s entire mood changes when steve visits. so she knows- its motherly instincts or something. 

anyway. she comes home from work early one day and she walks in on them kissing on the couch. and they’re not doing anything bad- just kissing. but billy jumps out of steve’s lap and he puts his hands up in defense. steve’s frozen in place, eyes wide, and he’s booking it out of the house in 3 seconds. billy’s standing there, staring at joyce, tears threatening to spill and he’s just like, “sorry- fuck. this is nothing- it’s not what you think- we’re friends.” but joyce just wraps her arms around him and says, “billy, honey. calm down for a second. if I knew you guys were having a moment, I wouldn’t have barged in.” billy hesitates before hugging her back and she’s still speaking, “I love and support who you are, okay? this is fine- you and steve. and you know you can tell me anything without feeling ashamed.” billy doesn’t say anything- he’s too overwhelmed by how caring joyce is. she pulls away, messes with his hair a little, and then asks billy to invite steve over for dinner.

-

billy and steve have been dating (and out to the entire family) for a while when will knocks on the door to billy’s room, squeaking out a ‘I have something to tell you.’

it’s late- and billy’s first thought is something bad happened. but will just climbs onto billy’s bed, crosses his legs, fumbles with his hands a little. billy nudges him, “what? spit it out..” 

and will says, “I’m gay. I like boys.”

they stay up the whole night talking, and even laughing really loud when billy opens up about all his middle school gay panic moments. so much laughing that joyce has to come in and tell them to keep it down (but honestly, she’s just proud that will is finding comfort in someone and billy is helping will come out of his shell a little. she’s proud of her williams!!!) they talk about the good and the bad, they talk about crushes, they talk about steve. they talk until the sun comes up and they’ve still got a lot to say, somehow.

also-- dont mind me but I’m just imagining that after will comes out, he and billy make a pride flag magnet for joyce’s fridge *starts crying*

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birthday party!!!!!!!! billy doesn’t even bring up his birthday or anything. max mentions it to steve - and steve tells joyce, so they start planning something. a week before billy’s birthday, everyone is sharing sneaky glances, acting so secretive all the time. steve avoids him especially, because he’s so excited- he can’t keep his mouth shut. billy’s just like ??? uh. thats weird but okay??? so he goes on about his life.  no one does anything the morning of his birthday, so he doesnt suspect anything.  but he comes home from work- and everyone’s gathered around the door. there’s a “happy bitchin’ birthday billy!” banner (will and el painted it), steve’s got one of those party poppers and he accidentally pops it in his face. ANYWAY. billy almost cries right then and there, but max is dragging him into the kitchen so that he can look at the (disaster) cake that hopper attempted to make. it’s funny because joyce is swatting hopper with a kitchen towel, telling him to just MOVE so that she could take over and fix it for a second. billy stands there like aw parents :D

its a little awkward when they start singing happy birthday. joyce makes jonathan take pictures of EVERY SINGLE THING. she makes him take pictures of billy with literally every one- there’s one with el and max pulling his hair, there’s one with joyce giving him a peck on the cheek (his face is really red in that picture), there’s one where hopper’s giving billy a noogie. there’s one where billy is holding will on his shoulders. there’s a couple of billy with steve (the first one’s just an awkward smiley picture, the second one’s an awkward kiss, but then they get comfortable and its just goofy poses- they end up harassing jonathan for more pictures.) 

they open presents. hopper goes first and gives billy a new wristwatch, joyce gives him a lot of clothes and (reluctantly) a pocket knife, max and el both make him friendship bracelets and give him an assortment of earrings (one of them looks like a sword, the other a skull, a shark, and another that looks a lot like a camaro). will gives him a spaceship lego set because he knows billy likes playing with his legos (and billy’s a nerd at heart.) jonathan sneaks a baggie into his hand with a wink.

steve gives him his present later. they drive around at night, steve buys them food, they blast music with the windows down and stop by the quarry for a lazy makeout session. he gives billy 3 things- the first is a little snow globe of a surfer, the second is a mixtape he made him.

the third is a black steel ring- “first of all, dont freak out. I’m not asking you to marry me, yet. but this is just a symbol of love. second of all, please don't bully me for being sappy.”

and this is where billy cries. because every thing is just TOO PERFECT and he’s constantly surrounded by love and it’s so overwhelmingly nice hdkahiuwhihq 

billy always has the ring on- and he loves it because it feels like he’s carrying a part of steve with him everywhere. plus, it looks really cool. steve also loves seeing the way billy fidgets and spins the ring around his finger whenever he’s nervous- like the thought of steve brings him comfort.

(SORRY I AM RAMBLING EW)

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the second jonathan and billy become close enough to share trauma, they can’t (and won’t) stop. they spend fridays holed up in jonathan’s room, smoking and watching some horror movie. when the high takes over, they loosen up and talk about all the shit they went through with their dads. sometimes it ends in tears, or hysterical laughter. but it always feels like such a relief to talk about these things. it’s nice to know that someone out there relates- even if both of them coped differently. this is how jonathan learns about billy’s mother- all the good and bad memories. billy learns about how jonathan also has a fear of ‘fucking kids up.’

they feel less alone that way. PLUS- trauma just brings them closer to each other, and they end up bonding a lot more than they thought they would.

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ALSO YES. mmmm i love el and max and billy being cute. i think the whole ‘joining in on sleepovers’ thing starts because billy and steve have an argument or something- and billy’s a sulky mess. so max and el force him to have fun that night.

at first billy’s like ehhhhh, and his mind is too preoccupied. but then they bake cookies.. and they do face masks. and then they’re painting their nails (and ‘OH MY GOD where did you get all of these colours from?’)

he teaches max and el how to do all kinds of fun braids- and lets them demonstrate on his hair too!!! also, they definitely play that spying game. el spies on steve and finds out that he’s sulking as much as billy and makes a mental note to invite him to their next sleep over.

so yeah, billy ends up having a lot of fun- and it starts becoming a regular thing!! he knocks on el or max’s bedroom door like ,,, can i pls join in?, and max and el are super excited to have him because he always orders pizza and he lets them do all sorts of makeovers on him (billy with pink nails and shimmery gold eyeshadow is a look.)

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its bad when neil comes. he comes at the worst time too, knocks on the door just as steve and billy are about to head out on a date. billy opens the door- and he freezes when he comes face to face with non other than neil hargrove. he feels tiny again and his legs feel like jello. “baby, you okay?” steve says, walking towards the door. and he sees neil and freezes for a moment too- but he quickly stands in front of billy defensively, “you shouldn’t be here.”

but neil doesnt budge-  hopper and joyce hear the familiar (dreaded) voice from the living room and rush to the door. hopper’s about to go through some legality- but neil just screams, “he’s my son and he’s coming home!”

joyce can’t hold it in. just .. fucking punches him in the face after hearing those words (and she’s stronger than anyone expected.) while neil’s standing there wincing, she shoves him once more and says, “he’s my son and he’s already home.” needless to say, hopper doesn’t need to file a restraining order (he does, just incase) for neil to avoid the house anymore.

billy falls apart in steve’s arms the second the front door closes, but he’s never been more thankful for joyce in his life. she’s still fuming- so hopper (attempts) to make them all hot chocolate and plays a movie so that they could cuddle on the couch and calm down.

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after coming home from the hospital, billy has issues with a lot of things. especially bleach. he can’t bear the smell of cleaning products. the first time joyce is deep cleaning the house and he’s there, he ends up puking every where. and joyce understands why billy had that reaction and why he had a panic attack. so she starts cleaning with less concentrated products- and takes it easy whenever she gives billy chores. makes sure she gives him a job like vacuuming or something. 

and she slowly learns more about the effects of what happened had done to him. he has to eat really slow, so she slows down when they’re eating together- because she doesnt want him to have to sit on the dinner table alone. she makes a lot of light foods and smoothies for him when she senses he’s losing his appetite. because he gets hungry- he just can’t eat. so she finds a way to make it work for him. and she always always always checks that there’s something quick and easy for him to snack on because he can’t just down a bunch of cheese puffs and beer like before.

sometimes, he loses his breath from simple tasks like talking- and it makes joyce’s heart ache. because he’d be really excited, talking about something he’s passionate about- or laughing at a joke steve said, but he’d suddenly start sweating and stumble over to his room to catch his breath before going back out.

so she buys a lot of inhalers from the pharmacy- and places them in strategic areas around the house. there’s one in every room, so that he doesn’t have to leave to get it. and she makes sure to check on if they ran out every while before refilling them.

ohh and yeah!!!! he has trouble standing for long periods of time at first- so showers are hard. and he doesn’t want people to help him in the shower. so hopper buys shower grips and installs them on the bathroom wall.

billy never thought he’d appreciate something like that- but he did, and it made him feel really cared for. 

i also think that billy, obviously, can’t really lift heavy weights. but he really wants to work out- get his arms burning a little.

so hopper installs a pull-up/chin-up bar for him on the door way of his room. its not as intense as the workouts he used to do before, but it gets billy sweaty and makes him feel good- so it’s a win!

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i love all of these im really sorry i rambled but my brain couldnt stop !!! these are the best (and always make me smile so thank you pls come back when you think of more). 

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

MC comforting Vinca while she is crying

Pairing with: Can we write mc getting terribly injured and almost dying for vinca? and then emotional vinca❤️

Warning: Mentions of blood.

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Part 1

Written by @cute-ogre

A warm hand squeezes hers and let it go.

Nico breathes in heavily, inhaling the cold air, the familiar smell of antiseptic, bleach and pine telling her immediately exactly where she was.

The bleary vision soon became more focused and she was able to see the nurse standing by her bedside, checking her vitals and taking fast notes. He smiled when he noticed his patient was awake, making a nervous one-sided chat while waiting for the doctor responsible for her, a cautious looking woman that calmly explained her general state and left her alone after a long check up, noticing her tired state.

She closes her eyes, sighing, exhausted. Her body was weirdly numb and she couldn't quite move yet. Her thoughts  were difficult to grasp, like they were floating in a tick fog, bouncing slowly back into her mind one by one.

Her house was broken in, she was alone. There were shouts, hers, and growls from the way-smarter-than-it- should-be demon.

(Because, yeah, those exist.)

Cold hands trying to get the locket out of hers. The small locket with, apparently, Vinca's soul in it. Vinca couldn't read her mind and apparently that means creepy, stabby demon time.

Light catching in the metal as a pocket knife was pulled, made a shallow, bloody cut in the left side of her head and then sunk into her abdomen.

A piercing scream as she killed it, a mysterious light shooting from her wound like lightning, disintegrating the demon on the spot. The demon needed her blood for something, she thinks, but couldn't remember why or what.

Bloodied hands trying to make a call with no success.

Bandaging the wound with shaky hands, trying to keep the knife firmly in place.

A seven-minutes-long, careful, anxious walk until Vinca's house. Her hands pressing the wound, trying to keep the knife there without damaging her body even more.

Constantly analyzing her own state while looking for new attackers in the dark streets.

(The injury... below the belly button, lateral, probably non-lethal if treated soon by the looks of it. Elevated breath and heart rate with dizziness, so moderate blood loss, maybe?)

Knocking on the taller woman's door frantically, a door opening, wide blue eyes staring at her in shock.

And then everything was blurry.

The sound of the door opening brought Nico's attention back to the present.

"I can't believe she was stabbed! She will have such a cool scar!"

Trudy's voice rings loud and excited, and Vinca's answer is barely a hiss.

"If you don't shut up and back off, I will make sure you'll get one too."

"Really? That would be so badass!"

There's some commotion, a yelp accompanied by hushed whispered yell and then silence.

Someone clears their throat.

"We will go get some clean clothes for her, Laz is already there taking care of her mom. We'll be back soon." Yvette's voice sounds gentle and low, and was received with a low grunt of agreement and a closed door.

Nico's eyes open again, vision bleary for a second before being filled with the familiar big, crazed,blue eyes and messy blonde hair. The Pride assassin's face close enough that she was able to see the small freckles that adorned her -weirdly- make-up free face.

"H-Hi?"

Vinca just stares intensely at her in silence for a awkwardly long time before smirking, poking the small women's cheek.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to wake up! Feeling better, Julius Caesar?"

The dark haired girl blinks, nodding distractedly, her eyes scanning the white hospital room. When she speaks, her voice sounds hoarse and weak.

"Thank you for bringing me here, and I'm sorry, I probably spilled blood all over your nice car."

Vinca's smile appears to waver for a second before she let out a snort, straightening up. "Yeah, your stabbed ass made quite a mess, had to drag you out of the car like a dead corpse. Hope you know that you will be the one cleaning it."

"Hey! It's not my fault I was stabbed!"

"Yes it is, you are the easiest target I have ever seen, you look like the type of person that tries to hold on to the water when you slip on the shower." The blonde shots her a teasing look, seeing the small woman roll her eyes in annoyance, a weak smile on her lips.

"Oh, you can kiss my ass!"

"What ass? You have none, you are flat like the surface of the earth."

She is using humor to cope, like she always does when she feels strong emotions.

Brown eyes stare at Vinca, seeing the model stands up with a tense posture and walk to a table with a jar of water nearby.

"Please tell me you are joking and don't, in fact, believe that the earth is flat."

Like the unbearable brat she is, the blonde woman just shrugs, smirking a little bit before resuming her task, and Nico notices the slight shake of her hands as she pours the water in a plastic cup.

"It may be."

"The- the earth isn't flat."

Nodding slowly, she sits on the bed again, blue eyes twinkling and a soft smile on her lips.

"I know, and neither are you, hotshot." She winks, offering the cup of water, earning a laugh from the bike mechanic. "You should drink it, you lost a disgusting amount of blood."

Nico sighs, before slowly trying to seat up with the taller woman's help.

"Did I pass out? I don't remember anything after knocking on your door."

Smile gone, the tallest Wren sister shakes her head seriously.

"You didn't, but you were definitely confused."

"Oh."

There is a heavy pause with Vinca opening and closing her mouth before clenching her jaw and letting out a  annoyed huff.

"I was really... " She waves her hand in the air and grimaces, like the next words are causing her physical pain "...worried about you, I think."

"Aww, you think?"

It takes all of her strength of will, but Nico manages to hold back a smug smirk, looking up to see the blonde scratch uncomfortably one of  her slightly reddened cheeks.

"I thought you hated me when we first met. Look at us now, progress!"

She bites her lip, holding back a smile, gives the Chinese woman a side-eyed look and sniffs.

"I did. But eh, you grew on me, like a fungus."

I care a lot about you too

Humming, the bike mechanic takes a sip of water, furrowing her brow when she notice the way the mind-reader keeps looking fixedly at her own hands, opening and closing them repeatedly.

"...Vinca? Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine."

The huge bags under her eyes doesn't exactly scream "fine" to Nico, but she decides to finish her water before asking again.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm peachy, why wouldn't I be?" She snatches the empty cup of water, throwing it into the garbage can without even looking at it.

"It's... It's about the locket? Something happened to it?"

"The locket it's fine." The answer is suddenly tense and Nico looks at her dubiously.

"Are you sure? It seemed impor-"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't care about the fucking locket."

She grits, crossing her arms in annoyance, voice sounding snappy, but she doesn't meet her eyes when she keeps talking.

"And you are a moron. I can't believe you got yourself stabbed for that stupid thing."

The Chinese woman lets out a incredulous laugh, ignoring the way her head hurt a little when she did.

"A locked with you soul in it,detail you forgot to mention by the way! And you told me to take care of it!"

"I said 'Take care of it', not 'get killed protecting it' you dumbass!"

"Yeah, but I didn't die."

"You almost did!" There's a second of silence after the explosion, and when Vinca lifts her eyes they are shining with unshed tears and more vulnerable than Nico has ever seen them.

"It- it was so much blood and I thought that- I thought that you... and for a stupid locket!" Her breath is uneven, her hands moving in the air, wildly, and her eyes start darting to everything in the room besides the injured woman. "I don't care about my fucking soul! I could kick some old demon ass until they turned ash and get the locket back if it was stolen, but what would I do if I lost you?"

"Vinca..."

The dark haired woman stares at her in stunned silence, her body moving forward instinctively to touch her arm when she is hit by a sharp stab of pain, wincing.

The blonde rushes forward grabbing her shoulders and looking at her with wild eyes. A gentle pressure forcing the small woman to sit back.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"No. You are hurt."

It's a statement, a statement said with so much anguish that Nico doesn't even know what to do with it.

Long fingers touch delicately the bandage in her head and the sad blue eyes meet hers before learning in to press a soft kiss to her covered forehead earning a perplexed wide eyed stare.

"I'm sorry, you got hurt and I wasn't there to protect your nerd ass."

"Hey..."

The smaller woman mutters, hands cupping Vinca's face, wiping a tear and starting a gentle caress, drawing a shiver out of the woman.

"I'm fine, you are here right now to deck any demon for me, aren't you?"

Vinca smiles weakly and sniffs. "Bitch, you can bet I'm."

"Good. Now come here."

She moves carefully to the side, making a bigger space in the bed. To her surprise the taller woman immediately moves to sit by her side, hiding her face in her neck, inhaling the smell of strawberry shampoo coming from the soft  dark hair and muttering:

"....about the locket."

"What?"

Nico feels a warm tear hit her skin.

"I said I'm-"

She huffs annoyed, grabbing a fistful of the brunette hospital gown.

"I'm sorry about the locket. I gave it to you because I thought that you deserved some part of me that wasn't tainted."

Nico forces herself to be silent, unsure of how to answer and her hands lift to caress soft wild hair earning a sigh from the blonde.

I will talk to her about it later

"I shouldn't have- I put you in danger and I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I'm fine. Let's just... forget about it for a while hm?  But be aware that you will explain how did your soul ended up in a locked in details after I'm out of this hospital."

Nico jabs a accusatory finger, poking at the pride assassin's ribs.

"Whatever you say, girl boss."

Vinca chuckles, nodding and slowly raising her head and looking at the smaller woman with something in her eyes that the bike mechanic couldn't quite place.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

She hesitates for a moment, calculating, before speaking quietly.

"I... I'm just so glad that you are okay."

And something about the way blue eyes never leave brown tells Nico that that's not really what she was going to say at all.

"Me too."

Nico nods, smiling softly at her and seeing the Pride assassin blush and narrow her eyes.

"But if you tell anyone that I cried I'm gonna kick your tiny ass so hard that  you're gonna fly off the planet earth and become a satellite, are we clear?"

"Would you really hurt an injured woman?"

The brown haired girl clutches her chest dramatically, earning a cheeky grin from the blond.

"Have you met me?"

"... Fair point."

[petersasteria]

To Dye Or To Die - Holland!Reader

Pairing: None Requested? Nah 2,040 words

Holland!Reader Masterlist || Ultimate Masterlist || New Year, New Taglist

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As soon as you turned 20, you wanted to color your hair. You told your mum, Nikki, about it before and she promised that she’d take you to the hair salon herself to dye your hair. So, you asked her about it and she said, “When you turn 21, I promise this time. I figured that you’re still a bit young to get a hair dye.”

That made you furious. You’ve been waiting to dye your hair ever since you were 7 years old when you saw Sharpay Evans’ beautiful locks in High School Musical. Being the only girl in your family, this made you become your dad’s favorite.

“Dad, can you please take me to the hair salon?” You asked sweetly with the smile you knew your dad couldn’t resist.

Without looking at his phone, he asked, “What did your mum say?”

“She said no, but-”

“Then, I won’t take you to the hair salon. Sorry.” He finally looked at you and gave you a sympathetic smile. Your jaw dropped and went to your room. You were majorly annoyed and pissed.

On the way up to your room, you saw Sam getting ready for work. You knocked on his door and he looked at you whilst fixing his hair. “What?” Sam asked.

“I just want to say that out of all my brothers, you’re my favorite.” You smiled and Sam did too.

“That’s really sweet, Y/N.” Sam smiled.

“You’re also my most handsome brother and obviously the best Holland brother. You’re the superior Holland.” You rambled, getting on his good side.

Sam gave you a look and fully turned to you with his arms crossed. “Okay, now you’re just chatting shit. What do you want?” He eyed you suspiciously.

“What do you me-”

“You’re saying shit because you want something from me. What do you want?” He asked with a raised eyebrow raised.

You sighed, “Can you take me to the hair salon?”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “But I’ll take all the compliments you told me.”He took his backpack and walked to his door. You immediately blocked the way and said, “You know, I take all of those back because you said no.”

“Oh, gee. I’m scared.” He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

“Just take me there and then you can leave me!” You whined.

“You’re so annoying, I swear.” Sam shook his head. “Move, you little shit. I’m late for work!”

You moved out of the way with a big frown on your face as you watched Sam leave. You called out to him, “I HATE YOU, SAM!”

“Love you too! See you tonight, sea monkey!” He shouted and left.

You groaned and went to your room and slammed the door. You grabbed your phone and called Harry. He picked up in the first ring and before you could say anything, he asked, “If you’re going to ask me to take you to the hair salon, my answer is no. Listen to mum, for fuck’s sake.”

“How do you know about that?” You asked.

“Paddy and Sam.” Harry answered. “Don’t ask Tom as well because his answer will be ‘no’ and he’s out at the moment.”

“You know, for brothers, you guys suck!”

“And you swallow, bitch.” Harry said nonchalantly.

“Dickhead.”

“Calm the fuck down!” Harry laughed. “I’m hanging up now. I have shit to do.”

“Fine. Bye.” You said coldly. Despite not seeing him, you could feel him rolling his eyes at you as he said goodbye and hanging up.

“You know, you can just do it yourself.” A voice said out of the blue which made you jolt in surprise. You looked at your door and saw Paddy standing there, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

“Get the fuck out of my room.” You said to your little brother. He didn’t listen, though. He proceeded to go inside your room, closed the door behind him, and sat next to you on your bed.

“I’m here to claim my title as the best Holland.” Paddy said confidently.

“Calm down, you’re not Tessa.” You told him.

“I assure you that Tessa can’t help you with your hair problem. With my help, not only will I be the best Holland and best brother, your hair will be dyed just like you want it to be!” He exclaimed excitedly.

“Why do you want those titles so bad?” You squinted at him.

He shrugged, “Bragging rights. If they ask me why, I can say it’s because I helped you ‘achieve your hair goal’ and that’s the best thing to happen, right?”

“I guess so.” You said slowly, falling into his trap.

“Our older brothers aren’t the boss of you, you know.” Paddy added.

“Fine.” You said and looked at him. “What do you suggest?”

Paddy grinned, “I won’t fail you with my idea, sis.”

“Just tell me!” You pleaded.

“I heard that Melanie Martinez colored her hair without telling anyone. So she just went to the hair salon and dyed one half of her hair. She walked in the house with her real hair color facing everyone and she turned to everyone only to reveal that half of her hair was dyed.” Paddy explained.

“And what’s your point? That I should dye half of my hair?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“You’re so slow sometimes.” Paddy said. “I’m saying, you should just go out and dye your hair. You’ve been saving up, haven’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“So just go for it! Mum might kill you herself, but what’ll she do? Dye your hair like its natural color?” Paddy snickered.

“I mean… she might.”

“She won’t and I know that because she doesn’t waste money.” Paddy said and it was true. “Now what are you still doing here? Go out there and dye your hair blonde!”

You smiled at him and grabbed your jacket, phone, and wallet. With that, you’re out the door.

You arrived at your favorite hair salon and immediately told them what you wanted for your hair. Thankfully, there were only two other customers so they sat you down and quickly tended to your hair.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom was in the same area. He had a few weeks off and it was only his first week. He decided that it’d be a great idea to walk around town and relax. He walked out of Lacoste with one paper bag and his phone on the other. He called Harry as he walked around more.

“So, where are you? The thing you bought online just came and I want to open it.” Harry said on the other line.

Tom looked at the place behind him and said, “I’m in front of a hair salon at the moment.”

He looked through the glass and his eyes widened when he saw your hair which was practically white at this point because of the bleach.

“Oh my god, Harry.” Tom said in horror.

“What?” Harry said.

“I’m not sure if my eyes are playing tricks on me, but I think Y/N’s in the salon getting her hair dyed.”

“WHAT?!” Harry shrieked. “Mum’s going to kill her.”

“Not if I do it first on behalf of mum.” Tom said. “I’m going in there.”

“Yeah, you should. I bet you look like a creep just standing outside a hair salon. Can you imagine the headlines? ‘Spider-Man star, Tom Holland, found peeping at a hair salon’. That looks weird.” Harry said, laughing.

“Yeah, shut up. I’ll be home soon. Bye.” Tom said and hung up. He opened his phone’s camera and took a video. “Guess who I found.” He said as he filmed his way to you. The camera was facing you and you were too busy texting your group chat updates about your hair.

“I found Y/N!!” Tom said loudly, earning weird looks from people. You looked up with your eyes wide and you quickly turned to Tom.

“Tom?!” You panicked. He laughed and ended the video. He put his phone in his pocket and said, “Surprise, motherfucker.”

“You slumped in your seat and covered your face, “Oh my god.”

“You’re so grounded.” Tom cackled.

“Mum said I can color my hair when I’m 20 and I turned 20 already! It’s only fair for her to keep her word.” You huffed. Just then, the hairdresser called you to rinse your hair. You got up from your seat and walked to the area where your hair will be washed as Tom decided to sit in the waiting area.

An hour and a half later, you were finished and already paying. Tom looked up from the magazine he was reading and his jaw dropped. You were now blonde.

“Oh my days.” Tom said. “C’mon, I’ll drive you home.” He got up and walked out of the hair salon with you trailing behind, happy as ever.

Tom parked his car a little far away to enjoy his walk, so when you got in his car you were already tired.

“My sister’s fucking blonde.” Tom said as he started the car. “I mean, it looks good on you, but oh my god mum’s going to skin you alive.”

“Thank you.” You said with a smile.

Tom glanced at you with a weird expression before driving, “I just said she was going to skin you alive.”

“Yes, but you also said that it looks good on me. So, thank you.” You said playfully. “At least I’ll die with my dream hair color.”

“I’m disowning you as my sister. From now on, you’re Harrison’s sister.” Tom said.

“Meh, he’s cool anyway. I don’t mind.” You shrugged and unlocked your phone.

Tom was gobsmacked with your response, “Are you saying that I’m not cool?!”

You smirked, “You said that, not me.”

“You’re so un-fucking-believable.”

“I fucking know right.” You mocked.

 In a few minutes, you arrive at home. As soon as Tom parked the car, you took a mandatory car selfie with your new hair color. Tom looked at you and rolled his eyes before getting out of the car. You followed after at least taking 10 selfies.

He went inside first and you followed and closed the door behind you. He stood in front of you, completely shielding you from your parents.

“‘Tom! What a surprise, love.” Nikki said happily as she gave your older brother a hug. Tom hugged back and pulled away after a while.

“Look who I found today.” Tom grinned and stepped aside for your mum to see you. “Your beloved daughter is now blonde.”

“Oh my god, Y/N!!” Nikki screamed.

You made a face as if saying ‘yikes’ and said, “Hi mum.”

“What’ve you done?” Nikki asked with her eyes wide in shock as she touched your new blonde locks. “Oh my god.”

Dom walked in with Paddy and both of them had different looks on their faces. Dom was just as surprised as your mum and Paddy had a proud look on his face because he helped you.

“I’m surprised that you went with that color, but it looks good, love.” Dom said and nodded in approval. “I like it.”

“Thanks, dad.” You smiled and looked at your mum. She nodded and said, “I mean, the more I look at it, the more I’m getting used to it.”

“Do you like it?” You asked.

She was silent for a while and everyone was waiting for Nikki to say anything. After a minute, Nikki said, “It looks good on you, sweetheart.” She smiled genuinely.

“Thank you.” You smiled and you glanced at Paddy who had a smirk on his face and gave you a thumbs up. Everyone went back to their business and Tom went home shortly after that. Paddy pulled you aside and said, “I believe a payment is due.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Payment? I didn’t agree on paying you.”

“My help doesn’t come for free, you know.” Paddy said. “You should know that by now.”

“No wonder our brothers don’t like you getting involved with their shit.” You shook your head.

“Yup.” He said, popping the ‘p��. “I’ll get your desserts for two months.”

“What? No! I love Sam’s desserts.” You exclaimed.

“Fine. One month.”

“Three weeks or nothing at all.” You said. “Deal?”

“Deal.”

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