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scriblesandbits · 13 days ago
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Dirk doodles… worlds normalest guy
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raven-dor · 4 months ago
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right where you left me pt.3
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in which james sirius potter finally gets the girl back
PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader
WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME, making out, ANGST, james is freaking out, self-esteem issues, more making out, light arguing, fluffy ending
AN: this is directly pulled from my wattpad book, which has an oc, so don't be alarmed if when you read it on wattpad it says 'lydia' THAT'S JUST THE OC DON'T WORRY YOU FOUND THE RIGHT BOOK<3 ALSO - i had two people ask for more james sirius, so here it is, enjoy!!
wattpad: raven-dor
WORD COUNT: 4.9k
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The past two weeks had been a blur. You couldn't tell anyone anything about them if they had asked, including your latest test in DADA, or how you’d managed to stay sustained. 
You did have a sneaking feeling that Ophelia was filling your plate up for you.
Whenever something devastating happened, your automatic response was to go silent, concluding that it was better to be in the shadows, not drawing attention to yourself any more than you had to. You knew, however, that even with your silence, James was still watching you, insistent on making sure you were alright. 
Except you weren’t alright, because the one good thing that had ever happened to you had been ruined.
It hurt to say his name, to even think about him, to know that this was all your fault because of your insecurity issues and that James inevitably was going to break up with you at some point, so you were honestly doing yourself a favor—there you went again. 
Around and around, that is all you did for weeks. Your friends, who were (unfortunately) used to this coping mechanism, were becoming increasingly concerned the longer you went on.
Fred, who rarely spoke to you, had taken to studying with you in the library. (Roxanne joked that not speaking was throwing the whole world off its axis, as her brother had never once in his life studied.) Teddy even sent you a letter saying that he missed your teasing nature at breakfast and hoped you would visit again. That had James written all over it. 
Today was just another day that Fred wound up studying with you. You appreciated that he didn't talk to you, and instead chose to follow in your footsteps. You also knew that it was a matter of time before he broke. 
"Edwards, I gotta say, I'm impressed at how long you've remained silent. I think it's a new world record." 
You glared at the Gryffindor, looking back down at your notes. Of course, now that you’d begun to appreciate his presence, he opened his mouth.
"No, I'm serious." 
You smiled sarcastically, and he frowned. 
"I'm going to say it because no one else will. You've got to say something. We're concerned." 
We was code for James. 
"And no, I'm not talking about James, although he is concerned. Extremely, might I add. I'm talking about Roxie, Ophelia, Pam, Al, Lily- everyone. You're starting to scare us."
You glanced up, tilting your head. "I've spoken. Just not around you lot." 
His eyes lit up, and he leaned in. "Merlin. I feel like a father witnessing his child's first words-" He shook his head. "I can't say that I understand, because I don't. But, refraining from talking altogether because you're going through a-" He sat back, thinking. "Breakup? I don't know if that's the right word, but you get what I mean." 
You nodded. 
"You don't have to be a chatterbox, but please, speak." 
You nodded once more. "Fine." 
He smiled. "Thanks, Edwards." He looked back down at his book. 
You smiled, clearing your throat. "We're friends, Fred; don't call me by my last name." 
He was now fully grinning. "Terrific." 
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Your bed was possibly the last safe place you had in the school. Everywhere you went, you saw reminders of James. Honestly, how many cousins did the man have?
"Y/N? Please come with us. You haven't left your room in weeks." 
You groaned, shaking your head. 
Ophelia crossed her arms. "That wasn't so much a request as a demand. You need fresh air." 
You turned over, glaring at your “supposed” best friend, your stomach in knots at the mere thought of leaving your room. "Technically, all air is fresh because of the-" A pillow hit your face, and you gasped. "Ophelia!"
"Don't name off facts to distract from the real issue. Get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes." 
You slammed your face into your pillow. "I curse you, Ophelia Scamander." 
Trudging down the Hogwarts stairs, you forced yourself not to smile at your friend's expressions. Instead, you glared at them. 
"Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with their presence," Roxanne scoffed. "The ogre lives." 
Pamela smacked her friend's arm, widening her eyes. "Rox. Ease up a bit, will you?"
Ophelia laughed. "Relax, Pammy. Y/N’s fine." 
Pamela rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath. You nodded, hooking your arms between Pam and Roxanne. "I'm fine, honestly. Tease me all you want." 
Ophelia laughed, hooking her arm through Roxannes. "You're going to regret saying that, Lyd." 
Unfortunately for you, Ophelia had been right. The fresh air rejuvenated your soul, and a smile lingered on your face. You hadn't been this happy for weeks, and giggling while your friends pointed out hideous clothes for you to wear (jokingly, of course) had lifted your spirits immensely. 
They stopped by the bookstore, but you hadn't found anything you hadn't already read. They'd quickly left, walking to their final destination, The Three Broomsticks.
You were three butterbeers deep, cackling at your friend's antics. Apparently, while you’d been moping, Albus and Jones had gotten into a public screaming match at breakfast. Smythe had had to drag Jones away, as she was basically seething by the end. 
Just as you and Ophelia had gotten up to get another round, James walked in, instantly finding your eyes. Ophelia grabbed your hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "Do you want to leave?"
"No, it's fine." You grabbed the tray from Madam Rosemerta, smiling gratefully. "I'll be fine." 
They sat down, passing out the drinks. Roxanne tilted her head. "You saw James then?" 
You nodded slowly. 
"Are we leaving?" 
You shook your head. "No need."  
Your friends looked highly confused. "Sorry?"
"We have the same friends; it was only a matter of time before I saw him again." 
Roxanne smiled. "That's nice, I suppose." James waved at his cousin, making his way over. "He's coming over."  
"Roxie, I really don't care." 
Pam grimaced. "That's good because he doesn't seem to either." 
Roxanne groaned. "Godric, that boy cannot take a hint." 
You almost laughed at how visibly uncomfortable Fred looked, trailing behind James. Roxanne stared at her twin, and you wondered if twins had telepathic mind powers. The brunette approached the table, his hands in his pockets. "Ladies." 
They all spout hellos.  
You nodded, taking a deep drink of your butterbeer. 
James smiled lightly. "Have any fun today?"
You couldn't bring yourself to look up from the table. 
Pam nodded. "We did, yeah. Went to the bookstore." 
James laughed, and you felt weak in the knees. "Coven Chronicles? All the classics there." You could feel his eyes burning into you, and your cheeks lit up at the thought. 
You took another deep sip of your drink, and James sighed, realizing you wouldn't look at him. "Well, it was nice seeing you." 
You looked up as soon as he turned his back, smiling sheepishly. "See? Not awkward at all." 
Pam snorted, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry- I just-" 
Ophelia shook her head in disappointment but also broke out into laughter. And then Roxanne cracked. "I'm sorry, Lyd. That was just-" 
You nodded. "Uncomfortable?" You snorted. "Rowena, I ruined everything!"
Roxanne held her stomach, bending over in laughter. "I'm never forgetting this!"
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Missing out on two weeks of crucial information during one of your last years at Hogwarts made you realize you had to start paying attention in class. Catching up left no time to dwell on your horrible life, which was nice. You were so busy staying at the top of your class you’d almost forgotten how sad you were. 
But when it was late, and your roommates were asleep, you would stare at the ceiling and fantasize about your life. You would be married, a successful auror, maybe even Minister of Magic, and your loving husband-
Then you remembered you had a pop quiz in Potions the following day. 
It'd been a relatively nice day when you were on your way to the library, walking past two girls who seemed to not realize you were actively listening to their loud gossip. 
"Can you believe Angelica is dating Potter? And I thought he and Edwards were—" The other girl nudged her friend, pointing at you. They both widened their eyes and bowed heads, hurrying down the hall. It was unfortunate timing, you’d decided, and tried not to dwell on it. 
Until you wondered if Roxanna and Fred knew, and brought it up while they studied. 
"So Rox..." 
Your friend looked up, smiling. "Yeah?"
"Do you know any Hufflepuffs named Angelica?"
 She squinted, staring at her friend with a newfound interest. "Yes. Why?"
"Just curious." 
Roxanne laughed. "Promise?"
You nodded. "Promise." 
"This wouldn't have anything to do with the rumor that Angelica and James are dating, would it?"
Fred laughed, looking up from his paper. "Well, now you've done it. You've distracted me. What's this about James?"
She leaned over to her brother, whispering in his ear. His eyes lit up with mischief, and he looked at you curiously. You rolled your eyes, glaring at the twins. "Stop talking about me when I'm right here." 
Fred crossed his arms. "Wish it was you?"
The Ravenclaw choked on air, coughing nervously. "What are you on about?"
"Why the sudden interest in James's love life? Miss him following you around like a lovesick puppy dog?"
"No-" 
Roxanne crossed her arms as well. "I don't think we're the people to ask about this." 
"I'm just wondering-" 
Fred shook his head. "I may be your friend, but James is my cousin. And you've hurt him-" 
"You don't even know why we stopped dating Fred." You hadn't even realized it, but you were now on the verge of crying. 
Fred looked downright ghostly. "Did he-" 
"No! No. He was perfect." You groaned, putting your head in your hands. "I broke up with him. I'm not good enough for him. He's Harry Potter's son, for Merlin's sake, and I'm-" 
"Y/N Edwards." Roxanne interrupted. "The smartest in our year, probably at Hogwarts. You're a muggle-born, meaning you have to work twice as hard. You’re a prefect and probably on track to become Minister of Magic. Poor Aunt Hermione." She took her friend's hand in hers. "You're just as important as he is."
You scoffed. "While I appreciate the compliments, try telling that to his fan club." 
Fred rolled his eyes. "You mean to tell me you broke it off with James because of his fan club?"
"They may have been a contributing factor..." 
"You don't have to tell us what happened, but you have to know that James would never leave you for fans he doesn't even know." 
"It's not that. They-" You laughed. "This is ridiculous." 
Roxanne shook her head. "No, it's not." 
"After we'd started talking, I heard his fans say how they think he's dating someone and how they’re probably a slag and not good enough for him. They went on and on about how they hate them already and-" You scoffed, shaking your head. "It's stupid." 
"Did you tell James this?"
"No." You stared at Fred. "And I don't want him to know." 
"Y/N, come on. If he knew about this, he would tell them off in an instant-" 
"Exactly. He doesn't need to do that. I- He should be with someone strong enough to endure people gossiping about them." 
Roxanne sighed. "That wasn't gossiping; that was two people tearing someone they don't even know." 
"Anyhow, we broke it off- well, I broke it off because I can't handle being talked about like that every day, and he wanted to be public. It's not fair to him or me." 
Fred sat in silence while Roxanne tried to come up with solutions. "Maybe we could talk to McGonagall about them and see what she can do."
"I'm not getting two students expelled over gossiping. Hogwarts would be empty if that were the case. It's honestly fine; just let it go." 
"You love him," Fred said, staring at Y/N.
"Excuse me?"
"You love James." 
"What's your point, Fred?"
"You love him, and he loves you, so if you brought this up to him, would you not figure something out?"
"Yes, but-" 
"I know. You already brought this up to him. But you didn't tell him the full story, did you?"
"Technically speaking, no, but you're forgetting one small detail." 
"What's that?"
"He's dating someone else." 
"You need to sort this out, and then once you're back together, you owe all of your friends butterbeer."
Roxie nodded. "Especially us." 
"Right. Especially us." 
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"James!" You yelled out, waving at him from across the very public hallway. Students looked in between the two, shrugging before going on with their day. James pointed to himself, and you nodded, walking up to him. "You're the only James here." 
He smiled. "True." 
"Can we talk?" 
"Lead the way." 
The astronomy tower was quiet, and classes were done for the day. You stood at the edge, gathering the courage to tell him the truth.
"Y/N?" Your breath caught, and you turned around, smiling lightly. "As much as I love this view, why exactly are we here?" 
You smiled, walking towards him. "I need to ask you something, and you can't laugh."  
He forced down a smile. "Alright." 
"This is stupid, really..." You huffed. "Are you dating Angelica Stewart?"
He smirked, tilting his head. "Who?"
"Hufflepuff in our year, same height as me, brown hair?" You crossed your arms, annoyed at his face and how calm it looked. "Well?" 
"No idea who that is, love." He walked closer, staring down at you in amusement. "Is this your little ploy to get me alone? I have to tell you, your plan did not need to be this elaborate-" 
"Please focus. You swear you don't know who that is?"
"I swear." 
"On quidditch?" 
He tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling. "On quidditch." 
You had a sneaking feeling that he was not thinking about quidditch. 
"James, I'm being serious." 
"I know." He leaned down, their lips inches apart. "It's very attractive, I must say."  
"Potter!" A smile cracked on your face.
He stood straight again, walking towards the edge. You watched as he looked out over the school. "Why are you asking?" 
"Call it curiosity." 
He shook his head. "Don't lie, love." 
You stood beside him, your hand inches away from his. "I could be slightly jealous." You smirked. "Happy?"
"Immensely." He looked over at you, his voice soft. "Why are you jealous?" 
"You said that I was your standard, that you loved me, and- and then you went and dated someone else. Like I was nothing. It hurt." 
"Y/N..." He was now fully facing you. "You had to have known that it wasn't true. That I wasn't dating her." 
"You're James Potter. I'm pretty sure everyone in this school is in love with you." 
He scoffed. "Everyone except the one person that I’m in love with."
"James..." 
He smiled, leaning down. "Yes?" 
"I'm scared." 
He sighed, looking back out over the railing. "Why?"
"You know why. My own sister hates me. If she doesn't even love me, then what does that say?"
"It says that she's a horrible person, and if I ever have the displeasure of meeting her, she’ll change her mind." 
"James!" You laughed, smacking his arm. 
"I'm serious." He laughed, staring at you. "That can't be the only reason stopping you."  
"How do you know?" 
"Because I know when you're lying." He tilted his head. "What aren't you telling me?" 
"You're only going to be upset." 
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm already upset." He took your hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. "You can tell me." 
You sighed. "You said you'd protect me from the talk." 
He nodded. "I did." 
"Well..." You smiled sheepishly. "You didn't exactly." 
He looked angry. "What?"  
You laughed. "It was nothing, really-" 
He shook his head. "If it made you feel like you weren't good enough for me, it wasn't nothing." He scoffed. "Which, by the way, is insanity. If anything, I'm not good enough for you." 
"James-" 
"No. We're not starting this again." He took both of your hands in his, a look of desperation on his face. "Please. Just tell me what happened." 
"James... I don't want to open a healed wound." 
"Stop doing that. Merlin, you don't even know how much I love you." Your cheeks were red, but you still looked at him. "Stop running away! I love you. I'll say it until I can't physically form the words: I love you. And I know that you love me, so tell me, and let's figure this out."
"I'm not running away," you whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I'm not strong enough, and I'd only become a hassle."
"Funny. You have this really interesting trick where when you open your mouth, your sister's voice comes out."
"James, I'm being serious."
"So am I." He looked helpless, squeezing your hands. "Tell me what happened."
"I-" You realized right then why you were not sorted into Gryffindor. This was scarier than anything you’d ever experienced. You looked down at your hands, rambling. 
"The morning before we broke up, I heard two girls gossiping at the top of their lungs. Some rumor about you that was going about who you were seeing." You blushed. "And I listened in. They said that they’re probably a slag and not good enough for you and that they hate them already.' It was petty."  
You looked up, your eyebrows furrowing. "James?"
"Who was it?"
You rolled your eyes. "I don’t see how that’s relevant." 
He glared. "Y/N, you are going to tell me who they are, and I am going to-" 
"Give them a serious talking to?" You scoffed. "It's not worth it." 
"They're quite literally the reason that I lost you. It is completely worth it."  
"Jamie..." You pulled your hands out of his hold, putting them on his cheeks. "You are such a protector; it's your most admirable trait..." His cheeks turned red. "But sometimes it's braver to do nothing." 
He shook his head. "Not when it hurt you." 
"James, I'm telling you, I don't want you to do anything." You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. "You being here with me is enough." 
His arms wrapped around your waist, and you gasped, looking down accusingly. "James Potter, what are you-" 
"I want to kiss you." His eyes looked dark, the brown, golden color of his irises barely visible. "I want to kiss you until my lungs give out." 
"James!" You giggled. "We can't."
"And why not?" He didn't find this amusing in the slightest. 
"For one, we're in public." 
He groaned, leaning his head back. You tried not to jump up right then and kiss the living daylights out of him. "When are you going to let me kiss you again?" 
You tapped her chin, thinking. "How about tomorrow?"
He held his head upright, nodding. "I can do that." 
You pulled yourself out of his arms, knowing that if you stayed any longer, you’d give into his charms. "I'll see you tomorrow."  
He grinned. "Tomorrow." 
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Sleep hadn't come easy to you that night, but when you did finally close your eyes, you were caught in a deep deep slumber. Ophelia laughed at your rather uncomfortable-looking position. Your legs were off the sides, mouth wide open, snoring extremely loudly. 
Ophelia sighed, clearing her throat. You groaned, rubbing your eyes. 
"What time is it?" 
Ophelia laughed. "Breakfast." 
Your eyes shot wide open. "I'll be right down." 
Ophelia squinted her eyes, thrown off by her friend's enthusiasm. "Alright then. I'll see you in a bit." 
You jumped out of bed, putting on the cutest outfit you could conjure. Fixing your hair haphazardly, you flew down the steps, waving at onlookers. The doors of the Great Hall burst open, and you walked in, James's eyes meeting yours instantly. You practically ran past your table, straight towards his arms. 
He stood up, a boyish grin on his face.
You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. James let out an audible squeak before grabbing your waist quickly, his heart skipping a beat. The hall fell into whispers and gasps, all staring at the couple. They broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other. 
"I love you too, James." 
He laughed at your face, which looked positively crazed. "You actually meant tomorrow." 
You nodded. "I'm done being scared." You kissed the side of his mouth. "I mean it." 
He spun you around, kissing you once more. "Thank Godric." 
"Are you two done?" They looked over, laughing at Fred's expression. "You've positively ruined my appetite." 
You stuck your tongue out at the Weasley. "This was all your doing, Fred." 
James looked surprised. "Thanks, mate." 
Fred laughed. "I regret it now." 
Roxanne rolled her eyes. "Shut it." She smiled at the couple. "Congrats, really. It's about time. I was tired of all the moping." 
You glared at your friend. "Thanks for that." Looking back at James, you sighed. "I have to go-" 
He shook his head. "You're sitting here." 
"James..." 
"I'm putting my foot down, Edwards."
"Well," You laughed. "If you insist." 
Fred glanced in between the two. "Don't forget Y/N. You still owe us all butterbeer."
"You were being serious?" 
"No." He shook his head. "I was being Fred." 
Roxanne groaned, shaking her head. "Horrible joke, Freddie." 
James shrugged. "I was planning on going to Hogsmeade anyway." He looked over at Ophelia and Pamela, who were obviously trying to listen to their conversation. "Oi!" He yelled at the two. "Hogsmeade?" 
They nodded eagerly. 
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The bookstore was never busy, but today, with their friends in tow, the owner looked like she would combust. You had almost felt bad; there probably hadn't been more than two students in here at a time. James held your hand, dragging you down the aisles. "What do you want?" 
"James, really, I've already read most of these books." 
He rolled his eyes. "Of course you have." He kept walking. "Any other books that your sister is holding hostage?" 
"The Great Gatsby." You perked up. "Although, I don't think it'd be in here. F Scott Fitzgerald wasn't a squib or a wizard." 
James hadn't been listening, walking up to the shop owner with determination on his face. "Excuse me, miss. The love of my life would like to find The Great Gazby-" 
You interjected. "The Great Gatsby." 
He nodded. "That one. Any chance you have it in stock?" 
The older witch looked positively fed up with James already. "Let me look in the back." 
"Perfect." He smiled. "Thank you." 
You laughed. "She's never letting you back in here." 
"Why not?" He looked clueless. "She loves me." 
"Oh, James." You put a hand on his cheek, laughing. "Clueless, clueless James." 
He kissed your hand, scoffing. "You have absolutely no faith in me." 
"Not true. I have so much faith in you. It's just-" The witch walked back through the door, and you whispered. "I'm typically right in these scenarios." 
The older woman huffed. "I have one copy."
James grinned, looking down at you with a look that screamed, 'I told you so.' "We'll take it." 
"Very well." She walked over to the register. "That'll be one galleon." 
James handed over the money, taking the book. "Thank you very much." 
She nodded, obviously wanting to be rid of him. "Have a good day." 
You pulled him out of the shop before the witch combusted. 
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Fred hooked his arm around James's shoulders, obviously drunk. "Jamie, Jamie. You got a good one." 
He laughed at his cousin. "Thank you, Freddie." 
"I mean it." 
"I know Freddie." 
You giggled at the two, leaning your head on Roxanne's shoulder. "They're hilarious." 
"Don't let them hear that." Roxanne scoffed. "They already think they're Merlin's gift to this earth." 
You turned around, taking a quick look at Ophelia and Pam, who were trailing behind the entire group. "Any idea what's going on there?" 
Roxanne shrugged. "Not entirely, but something definitely happened this summer." 
You nodded. "No doubt about it." 
In your opinion, the light dusting of snow on the ground was the perfect amount. It wasn't enough to soak through your shoes and make your feet cold, but it was enough to make it feel like winter. It crunched when you walked, and most importantly, it was peaceful. 
"Love!" You looked up, smiling at James. 
"Yes, my darling?" 
Roxanne groaned. 
James left his cousin, and Roxanne walked up to her brother. He hooked an arm around your waist, halting your steps. "I love you." 
You grinned, nuzzling your face into his chest for warmth. "You're making me blush." 
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" He laughed. "People will think you like me." 
"Let them think what they want." You looked up. "I do like you." 
He nodded, blush forming on his cheeks as well. "I know, love." 
"I like you so much that I'm going to give you a headstart." 
He tilted his head. "For?"
"Snowball fight, Potter." You grinned. "You and me. No magic." 
"You're going to lose." He smirked, kissing the tip of your nose. "You sure?" 
"Oh, I'm sure." You laughed. "You're going down, Potter." 
You broke away from his hold, giggling. "No mercy." Kneeling, you formed a snowball as quickly as you could before throwing it at James's face. He gasped, the snow melting from the warmth of his skin.
"You're going to regret that love."
You ran forward, using Pamela as a shield. "What are you doing Y/N-" A snowball collided with the back of her head, and she laughed. "Oh, it's on Potter!" 
James winced. "That wasn't meant for you!" 
"Too late!" Pamela was already forming a snowball. Fred ran to his cousin's side. 
"Don't worry, Jamie, I'll help you." He glared playfully at Y/N. "Someone obviously doesn't love you enough to protect you." 
You laughed, throwing a snowball at the Gryffindor. "Don't put words in my mouth, Fred Weasley!" 
Ophelia giggled. "I think I'll sit this out." 
Roxanne handed a snowball to you. "Let's do this." 
James groaned. "That's not fair. Roxie's a great shot." 
Fred gasped, looking over at his cousin like he'd been betrayed. "Jamie?" 
"You know what I meant, Freddie." 
Fred shook his head. "I don't think I do." He began to walk over to the girls, and James yelled. "Fred, come on!" 
You laughed, crossing your arms. "Looks like you're on the losing side, Potter. Want to give up?" 
He shook his head. "Never." 
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Your breath could be seen thanks to the cold. Shivering, you glared at your boyfriend. "Fantastic idea James. Now I'm freezing." 
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, so now that you're cold, it's my idea?" You nodded, and he laughed. "Fine. You do know we have spells that fix that?" 
You nodded once more. "I know."
He put his arm around your shoulders, and you sighed, instantly warming. "How clever." 
"Thank you." You smirked. They clambered into the castle, sighing in relief from the warmth. You two, however, walked further down the hall, away from your friends. 
"Oi!" They turned around, and Fred crossed his arms. "Where are you both going?" 
You raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know." 
He rolled his eyes. "Obviously, that's why I'm asking." 
"I'll be up in a bit, Fred." James waved his cousin off. "You'll be fine." Taking James's hand in yours, you practically pulled him towards the kitchens. 
"How do you know how to get in here?" 
You smiled. "I figured it out myself, thank you very much." Reaching your hand out, you lightly tickled the pear on the painting. The wall folded in on itself, and they walked through. "I always come down here when I-" You stopped. "Jones?"
A figure sat in the chair and froze. A blonde girl stood up, wiping tears from her cheeks. "Edwards, happy holidays." 
James tilted his head. "How do you two know each other?" 
"Edmund Nott introduced us." You stepped forward, concern etched on your face. "Are you alright, Juliet?" 
The Slytherin nodded. "I'm fine." 
You crossed your arms. "Just crying for fun, I suppose?" 
'Jones' nodded. "I'll leave. Sorry for the intrusion." 
"Jones..." 
The younger girl walked quickly past James and out of the kitchen. He looked back at you, the same worried look on your face as before. "What year is she?" 
"Same as Albus." 
"Ah." James laughed, sitting down in the large leather seats. "That's the infamous Jones." 
You nodded. "The very same." 
"Albus talks about how aggravating she is all the time," he murmured. "I'm getting aggravated with him, to be honest." 
You smiled. "I'm sure it's very annoying hearing your brother constantly talk about someone." 
He scoffed. "Are you talking about me?" 
You nodded, smirking. "Now, cocoa or cider?" 
James laughed. "Cocoa, please." 
You approached the kitchen counter, conjuring them both up a steaming mug. You sat them down on the end table, staring at the fire. "I'm sorry, James." 
He raised his eyebrows. "What reason would you have to be sorry?" 
You looked over at him, her eyes glassy. "I'm the reason we weren't together this entire time." 
He shook his head, grabbing your hands in his. "You need to stop dwelling on the past. We're together now, yeah? That's all that matters." 
"But-" 
"Edwards, if you don't stop, I will kiss you." 
You laughed. "Oh no. Please don't!"
He nodded. "That's what I thought." He looked back at the fire. "Don't worry; next time you get spooked, I'm not letting you go." 
"Good." You smiled, kissing the back of his hand. "I'm holding you to it."
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anachronistic-falsehood · 7 months ago
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EPISODE 10 TRIVIA:
- THEY ALL ALSO THOUGHT THE THREE DIFFERENT COMBAT SCENES WERE REALLY COOL AND WANT TO DO IT MORE LIKE THAT !!!!!!! bizly was really excited to do something like that so bad because he wanted to make combat more interesting (AND IT WORKED)
- rehydrating tide like william and dakota were both trying to do would have woken him up and restored a little bit of his powers, but not heal him!
-TIDE BEING A CLONE HAS BEEN PLANNED SINCE THE BEGINNING <3 the principal (magma) is another one, there are others!
- charlie, about wavelength: "and youre WELCOME for interrogating him, because now we're off to a great start with our NEW FATHER"
- bizlys favorite moment of the episode was when dakota tried to call the prime force and jt went to voicemail and he cracked his phone :)
- grizzlys favorite part was setting up the team attack! and the confrontation with doug in the beginning
- condis favorite part was william ending up in the spirit world with mal. also he says "vyncent is gonna be really fucked up about this, because this was the only place in this world that was familiar to him that he could even think about kind of calling home"
- charlies favorite part was also ending up the spirit world! in his words "a scary amount of my character wanted to know everything right then and there. i think straight up if my friends were not in a burning building and this wasnt such a dire situation, i probably would have taken this guys hand. a huge part of williams character is needing to investigate things like this". AND ALSO THE MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION.
--> "william doesnt hate mal because hes evil, he hates him because hes the same thing william is" << fucked up implications of that. and also bizly: "hes not necessarily evil, its just that the concepts of life and death are trivial to him"
charlie: "and i think william is kind of thr same way to a lesser extent" << fucked up implications of THAT!!!
- "i think a huge part of where william and dakota are gonna clash is that william operates in way more shades of grey than dakota does"
- the prime defenders are being trained as a team specifically because theyre meant to replace the prime force... eventually. but theyre fucking teenagers. thats not supposed to be for a LONG time, theyre just kids, theyre supposed to be in training right now. oh the tragedy of it all
- bizly: "i know that dakota cole has such a rigid sense of morality so the idea of approaching him with 'you can save the hero, but you have to work with the villain to do it because the heroes dont care' was just such an interesting concept to me"
- "its not that dakota *cant* see in shades of grey, he just has nothing else except being a hero, so hes so desperate to look up to the prime defenders" << hey what if i cried
- MAL IS SPECIFICALLY INSPIRED BY VLAD FROM DANNY PHANTOM EXCEPT SCARIER. THIS IS A HUGE WIN FOR ME. ("william hates him and is scared of him because hes everything im afraid of turning into" hey what if i cried (again))
- CANTRIP IS INSPIRED BY ROXIE RICHTER FROM SCOTT PILGRIM <3333
I RLY DID LIKE THAT COMBAT WITH THE DIFFERENT SCENES i like when they're split up and doing different things i get a lot more invested
vyncent losing the only place he's been able to call home since he left his world. hey what if i cried. hey what if i lost my fucking mind
WILLIAM AND YOUR NEED TO KNOW THINGS. I KNEW HE WANTED TO KNOW MORE. I KNEW HE WAS TEMPTED TO DO WHAT MAL WANTED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT HIMSELF. I KNEW HE WAS AND CHARLIE PLAYED IT SO WELL AGGHHHH CHARLIE SLIMECICLE THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
and dakota struggling morally because he had to work with a villain oh my god dude. dude. dakota i love you. u have so many problems king <3
OF COURSE MAL BEING INSPIRED BY VLAD IS A WIN FOR U. ANOTHER FORK FOUND IN THE KITCHEN!!!!!!!!!!
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Spend the Night: Ch. 34
~Coauthored by @zeitghest~
Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach
Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…
Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.
With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 
Rating: T
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Have you figured out it's me With your theory? As the darkness smothers the light
So you managed to survive All that means is You live to die another day
~Goodbye by Tryhardninja, Dagames~
Gregory bid the girls farewell, waving to Hannah with a dreamy look in his eyes before snapping out of it. He made sure to turn and give his brother the well-deserved high five for keeping still as he worked.
Then, suddenly at the door was the all too familiar knock pattern of Samuel Emily. It was an odd habit of his since learning Morse code as a boy to knock the word “Hi” into every door before entering.
“Freddy!” the man's voice fretted. “Please tell me you're still functioning at least. Right?!”
Samuel was about to pull all of his hair out. Finding everyone's room a complete and utter mess with three of four main band members just gone without a trace left his mind frayed as well as his nerves. Vanessa insisted whoever was in Freddy’s room might have the keys to understanding this mystery, so Sam had to hope for the best.
As one, the quartet froze. They stared at each other, silently asking what they should do—they hadn't expected to see Sammy now!
Michael cringed, thinking of what a damn mess they must all be. At least his head was closed back up, although the dried blood certainly wouldn't help calm Sammy's likely high-strung nerves at the state of his Pizzaplex...
“You should answer before he freaks out even more, Freddy,” Michael muttered quietly as the patterned knock came again, a little harsher this time around. As the bear moved to the door, Mike patted the couch next to him and looked at Gregory. “And you should sit here with me; we'll let Charlie and Freddy handle this first. You okay with that, Charlie?”
Freddy had reached the door, though would wait for Charlie's okay to actually open it. However, wanting to assure Sammy that there was at least one Glamrock still kicking, he responded: “Hello, Mr. Emily; yes, I am still functioning perfectly. Give me one moment.”
“Freddy, buddy—” Samuel began to tap his foot, impatient and still without answers. “—what are you doing, freshening up like Roxy? Open up.”
Charlie's brother was waiting and it was her call on when to open the door. She stood in an awkward posture, like a deer caught in the blinding lights of a truck. She wasn't ready at all to see her brother—it was going to be rough explaining everything to him, and they hadn't had time to think of a game plan.
“Okay, alright!” Charlie whispered to Freddy, hiding behind him somewhat in anticipation.
Gregory squeezed in beside Michael, chewing his lip; Charlie's brother sounded pissed. With no tangible information on the mysterious CEO except his audible anger, Gregory would fare better to hang close to those adults he knew and trusted.
“Maybe you can help me get to the bottom of this, Fred,” Sam said, assuming Freddy had to know something that was going on. But with the bear seeming oddly resistant to his entry, he began rummaging through his mass of keycards to find the master that’d unlock the Glamrock’s room.
Michael winced at Sammy's tone and wrapped an arm around Gregory's shoulders, letting the boy lean against his side. Sitting attentively on the couch, he and Gregory were the picture perfect example of loving brothers—if one looked past all the grime and mildly terrified expressions, of course. Still, Mike knew whatever discomfort he felt at that moment didn't hold a candle to the whirling thoughts that must be going through Gregory's brain as yet another loud, unfamiliar presence stormed into his life.
“I am certain that I can provide some information,” Freddy replied a bit mysteriously, waiting for Charlie to get into position before unlocking the door. He pulled it open to reveal the frazzled CEO, who Freddy smiled down at warmly. He was thankful that Sammy was alone, for it was much easier to deal with just him that if he had a horde of employees at his back.
“It is nice to see you again, Mr. Emily; I am sorry you had to come back to such a mess,” Freddy said, moving aside and gesturing for Sammy to step into the room while being cognizant of Charlie peeking out from behind his leg.
Samuel sighed, happy for the always warm welcome by his favorite bear. “Man, I'm glad to see you...”
He was looking down at the ground, tired eyes refusing to pull upward and take stock of the room and those in it. “Freddy, I'm not going to lie—I'm upset! Not with you, of course... But just when things were going good. You know?”
He let out a heavy sigh. It was odd, how Samuel carried himself just like Henry. Though the face he had was oddly familiar, Gregory noted it wasn’t his dad he shared the most similar features with. His position as Charlie's twin was clear in the unique shade of green in their eyes, along with the slight wave in their dark, coarse heads of hair.
Sam took in a breath to elaborate, but when his foot painfully collided with the head of Monty he was pulled from his concentration with an annoyed yip. His gaze traveled, taking stock of the dismantled robot first, then silently glancing around.
First, he saw Michael Afton and who he assumed to be Evan sitting casually on the gaudy orange couch, and thought this was it. He’d finally snapped. All that nervous pressure had gotten to him. Sam was fully convinced he’d gone insane when besides Freddy he noticed young woman who resembled his dead sister. What came out next was unfiltered and raw—
He laughed.
Laughed like it was some cruel joke. The noise made the already too-tense room thicken, and then it was too late... Samuel's eyes rolled back, and his knees became wobbly. Falling into a collected heap on the ground, he was out like a light.
“Well, shit,” Michael breathed as Freddy rushed to help.
“Mr. Emily?!” Freddy called, gently tapping his hand. Upon receiving no response, he conducted a quick health scan, noting Charlie move to her brother's side as well. “Not to worry—he has just fainted. Let us move him to the couch where it is more comfortable, then we can rouse him.”
“Guess that's our cue to get up.” Mike released Gregory and they hopped to their feet, moving aside as Freddy carried Sammy's limp body over to the couch, laying him down almost reverently. Freddy slipped the bow-tie pillow underneath Sammy's head, then turned to the others.
“Perhaps you should approach one at a time,” the animatronic suggested, looking around the room and spotting an unopened bottle of water that Gregory hadn't yet gotten into. “He may be in shock when he comes to; I will wake him. Michael, please hand me that bottle?”
Charlie felt as if this was already a rough start. She felt stupid for not saying anything, or not having the mental reflexes to at least try to catch her brother. A painful look spread across her face and Gregory could see how fearful she was of disappointing Sam.
“Charlie? Maybe you should try to wake him up,” Gregory suggested, standing aside along the foot of the couch with Michael. Charlie crouched down, reaching over and holding Sammy’s hand in hers.
“‘m sorry…,” Sam muttered deliriously, eyes still squeezed shut. “—Sorry… Sorry…”
He kept apologizing, internalized in his guilty feelings over the disappearances of his friends and family. Everyone eventually slipping away from his life like burned-out bulbs on a string of Christmas lights. Upon opening his eyes Sam’s bleary gaze flicked around, passing over everyone in the room before pinning onto Freddy.
“Freddy? Can you make a note to call my therapist? I think it’s happening again…,” he said with a sigh of resignation. But Charlie’s squeeze to his hand grounded him.
“Sammy…?” Charlie asked, reluctant as his eyes fixed onto hers and he slowly sat up.
Rather than be overjoyed at his family reviving from the dead, Sam’s first inclination was to be furious. How dare someone impersonate his dead sister and friends?! Tears begun to well in his eyes as he was overwhelmed with negative feelings. This couldn’t be happening, not to him… Not when things had finally started to go right in his life.
"Who the hell are you kids and where do you get off on impersonating my friends?” he snarled, making Charlie drop his hand in surprise.
“Please do not be alarmed,” Freddy said in the gentlest tone he could muster. His words came out more sincere than ever before, and so did the calm, reassuring smile on his face. “This may be hard to believe, but these are your friends. They are not impersonating anyone.”
“Hey, Sam,” Michael greeted, sidling next to Charlie with thumbs casually hooked in his pockets as he met Sammy's utterly confused, hurt gaze. “Look, there's no way to explain this without it sounding completely insane, but... Freddy's right. I am Michael, and this is really your sister. It's... oh god, it's a long fucking story, but thanks to Charlie and your dad, we're able to be here right now, in the flesh. Well—kind of.”
Michael stopped there, not wanting to overwhelm his old friend too much. First they needed to convince Sammy that they were not trespassers impersonating his dead family, and then they could go into the finer details. As they waited for a response Freddy pulled Gregory to his side, allowing the boy to cling to his leg as he pressed a firm, comforting hand on his back.
The survivor’s guilt was already so overwhelming. As Charlie regained her composure long enough to grasp ahold of her twin’s hand once more, she held it close to her face. Charlie herself was finding the words difficult to get out, but in Sam’s delayed thoughts she would kiss the side of his palm.
“We’re all here. Me, Michael’s siblings, Dad… I… I’m sorry for not finding you sooner, Sammy…,” Charlie beat herself up, in awe about how time had both changed him yet kept him exactly the same as she remembered.
Sam wasn’t buying it so easily. He could accept that what he was seeing were manifestations of his dead peers, yet them being real was still debatable. With his free hand, Sam pinched himself hard beneath his shirt, hissing at the new welt under his ribcage. Wincing, he shook his head.
He wasn’t having a nightmare.
This was all real.
“No! I’m the asshole, Lottie!” Samuel finally belted out. “It’s my fault. Everything that happened was because of me—you’d still be here if I wasn’t so stupid and selfish!”
Charlie donned a completely taken aback expression, but decided to gently stroke the back of Sammy’s hand with her thumb in an attempt to soothe him.
“But you’re not really here, are you? You’re a ghost—god, I thought Dad was insane! I-I called him crazy for saying he was seeing ghosts in the Diner—” He rambled. Thoughts were broken, some began where others barely ended.
“Sammy, what do you mean it’s your fault?” Charlie interrupted calmly, not the slightest hint of malice in her voice. At this Samuel curled up on the couch, quietly murmuring for her forgiveness.
Michael had seen this all before: the shock and inability to accept your loved ones’ ghosts were still hanging about. Cursing your father for claiming he saw spirits until you realized maybe he was right all along. The guilt that ate away at one’s very soul at not being able to do anything to help, let alone knowing all of this was your fault…
Mike had 40 years to wallow in his own self-depreciation, beating himself up every waking moment for causing the deaths of his dearest companions—and his constant nightmares of razor sharp animatronic teeth and children’s cries of terror were an entirely different ballpark. And now, just when Michael was finally starting to accept that maybe he didn’t have to bear the burden of everything, here comes Sammy with his own comparable baggage?
No, that wasn’t going to stand.
“Are you kidding me, Sam?!” Michael piped up, brow creased. He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but it was disconcerting being faced with a near-mirror image of his own internal struggle. Crouching down so he didn’t tower over him, Mike gently placed a hand on Sammy’s knee and tried to meet his gaze where it peeked out from behind his fingers as he cringed away.
“None of this is your fault,” Michael told him, calm and measured. “If anything, I’m the one that started all this shit—but I warn you, if either of us start saying stuff like that too much, these guys will give us an earful.” He gave a tiny smile and jerked a thumb to his side where Charlie lingered, Freddy and Gregory standing not too far off behind her.
“And okay—yes, technically we are ghosts… but these are real, solid bodies.” Michael gave Sammy’s knee a squeeze to demonstrate that they had no problem making contact. “Your dad is amazing, as usual; these are androids he built for us once he figured out that some souls were still hanging around.” His expression was soft and understanding, hoping his words were convincing enough for Sammy to accept. “Yeah, the whole situation's utterly insane, but we’re still here—we always have been. So don’t beat yourself up about it, okay?”
Tears that threatened to fall from Sammy��s eyes clung to his thick eyelashes. He held himself together enough to shake his head.
“You don’t get it… It’s my fault. If I didn’t put all our stupid presents on top of Puppet’s box…,” Sammy tried to explain.
He remembered that rainy day: a calm Wednesday in the middle of perfect spring. Their birthday. How Charlie was locked outside was still a mystery to Sammy... But after reviewing the security footage with his Uncle William, they both saw what really happened.
***
“Didn’t you know? The Puppet is made to protect you kids…,” William had told the terrified teen as they watched Sammy pile their gifts onto the Puppet’s box, stopping the film just as Charlie turned from the window after someone outside called her attention.
“It was an accident, Uncle Will! I-I didn’t want her to die! I love Lottie!” Sam insisted, crying hysterically as he fell into William’s chest. There he buried his tears and the truth of what happened that night—at least, the version he believed to be true.
That his sister was dead because of a stupid little prank he decided to pull, keeping down her prized, creepy robot.
“Of course I understand… But what about your father? He’ll be quite cross when he sees this,” William chided gently. When Sammy’s panic was at its peak, William leaned over and removed the tape from the VCR. He pulled its contents out, ruining and exposing the film. “This can be our little secret, Samuel; all anyone needs to know is what a tragic accident this night became. You nor I will ever speak a word as long as we live. Deal?”
***
The flashback was instantaneous and Samuel found himself doing it all again, leaning over and crying profusely into Michael’s shoulder in place of his uncle.
“I’m so fucking sorry—” he wept, barely feeling his sister’s quiet hand rubbing his back as he sobbed into his childhood friend.
Mike let Sammy cry, slipping his arms around his waist below Charlie’s soothing hand. Glancing at her, Mike was unable to tell what she was feeling—her face was an indecipherable mask of hurt, sympathy, and confusion. Sammy might think he was responsible for her death, but they all knew who the real culprit was.
“Sam, listen to me: it’s not your fault,” Michael said into his ear. His jaw clenched a moment as he tried to figure out the best way to put this without completely sending Sammy into hysterics. “Regardless of whether you crowded the Puppet’s box or not, it wouldn’t have stopped Wi—”
He cut himself off sharply, squeezing his eyes together. Mike didn’t remember anything of that day except the gut-wrenching drop when his father announced that Charlie was dead. The slowly-mending hole in Michael’s heart from his brother’s death was ripped open anew, and it was astounding his young mind didn’t snap from the stress and guilt right then and there.
But now wasn’t the time for self-pity. As Sammy’s sobs began to die down, Michael carefully held him by the shoulders so he could look into his face.
“I’m so sorry, Sam, but there’s… there’s really no way to say this tactfully,” he admitted, watching his friend’s face twist with anxiety at his words. With a deep, shaky breath, Michael revealed the truth. “The one who killed Charlie—who was responsible for all the murders and disappearances besides Evan… even mine and Liz’s, indirectly… it was my father.”
Now it was Michael’s turn to cringe back, releasing Sammy’s shoulders and waiting for whatever reaction would ensue when the pin dropped.
...The possibility of William being behind it all had always lurked in the back of Sam’s mind. When weeks turned to years in the investigation with only one man being arrested and released without evidence, Sammy lost hope of ever finding his sister’s killer. He couldn’t utter another apology without feeling like he was going to throw up. Still it came as a shock—
William was always kind to Sam. He thought of others and gave free things away from the diner constantly. Though looking back, it was far too easy to see how this wholesome persona was just a farce. A little smoke and a mirrors put up to mask the real monster who convinced a 16 year old boy that his sister’s death was a byproduct of his own carelessness. William tricked all of them.
And when Sammy had the wherewithal to finally reach around and pull his sister in for a hug, he felt as though a piece of him he lost long ago had finally come home.
“Anything…” Samuel said, sniffing back snot so it didn’t land in his sister’s hair. “Anything you all need—name it. It’s the least I could do for covering for that fucking sicko.”
Michael allowed himself to relax as Sammy pulled Charlie in for a hug. He stood, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking away to give them a moment. His eyes fell on Freddy and Gregory, who also seemed relieved that Sammy accepted the truth without too much pushback.
“Well, first off, we want you to know that William’s gone for good,” Michael spoke after a moment. The Emilys were still clinging to each other, but he knew Sammy was listening by the way his eyes flickered to meet his own over Charlie’s shoulder. “That’s what we’ve been doing all weekend—trying to take him down. Sorry about your Pizzaplex, by the way… and the Glamrocks.”
“They were under William’s control, trying to capture intruders—children, specifically—when the night shift hit,” Freddy finally spoke up, taking a small step forward. He wanted Sammy to know that all this damage was the fault of no one but the former bane of their existence. Putting things as simply as he could, Freddy explained: “He sent out a virus that infected the entire Pizzaplex. It affected Vanessa as well, so please give her some leniency if you are able to. I am sure she will explain her side of things in time.”
“Freddy was the only robot not taken over,” Michael added, flashing a grin towards the bear. He let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I kind of, uh… unintentionally possessed him for a bit before I got this new body, and my being in his head worked like a supernatural antibiotic to fight off the virus.”
“None of us would be standing here right now without everyone’s help,” Freddy pressed, making it clear that no one was more useful than anyone else in making things right.
Michael chuckled again. “Freddy’s also developed one hell of a conscience over the past few days, so… there’s another thing to wrap your head around.”
Samuel fixed the round frames that were falling down his tear-streaked nose, nodding as he took in the information. He looked at his sister and helped her sit up with a protective arm in an iron grip around her. He was a little worried since she hadn’t spoken in a while, but he was positive it was only because she was feeling the same as him: shocked with the circumstances. Even if he could argue that he had a right to be more shocked, it didn't matter. Sam was half thankful for her silence. It gave him time to process the wild recounting of the long weekend during his absence.
“Well—thank goodness no one was hurt,” he said in relation to the kids, grateful for this unlikely team. Not only was he reunited with friends of the past, but the AI Samuel designed achieved consciousness?
Astounding.
“Uhh... About that—” Gregory started, making Samuel glance at him with confusion.
…Who was this kid? The voice was all wrong and now that he really looked straight at him, he remembered Evan's eyes as brown.
“Oh... right.” Michael grimaced, stepping back to wrap an arm around Gregory's shoulders. “Contrary to what you're probably thinking, this is not Evan—and don't ask about how or why they have the same face, because it's a mystery to us all.”
Pulling Gregory a little closer, Michael gestured to him with his other hand as if presenting him before an audience. “Sam, meet Gregory. He's the last kid my father was after. He's the only one of William's victims that made it out alive, although he's... not completely normal anymore.”
Michael trailed off, the lingering guilt of being unable to save Gregory from the Remnant injection rearing up in the back of his mind. Sensing this rising distress, Freddy stepped in again with an explanation.
“This may be a topic for you to discuss in detail with Henry at a later time—” the bear started, and there was the faintest hint of strain in his voice. He clearly hated talking about his son's unfortunate situation, too. “—but before we got rid of him, William injected Gregory with a substance that changed some of his physical attributes. We do not know the full depth of what this will do as time goes on, although as Michael said, he is still alive. As for the other children who have gone missing...” Freddy shook his head, looking down at Gregory and running gentle claws through his hair. “Unfortunately, they did not fare as well. William was able to get to them before we were alerted to his presence, and therefore we could not act in time to save them.”
“I'm glad I got to dance on that jerk's ashes,” Gregory said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
It jumped out at Samuel, as it was something particularly violent for a kid to say. Though, he supposed that he couldn't blame Gregory’s conviction if William was trying to hurt him. Though that wasn't what particularly what caught Sam's attention.
“Mike—you're telling me more kids died here?” Sam's mouth went dry. Now he was beginning to blame himself all over again. “This isn't good! I... Fuck—when?! Where, I mean—w-what happened?”
Charlie shook her head. “You really don't want to know.”
“You really don't,” Michael echoed, shaking his head vehemently. He released Gregory's shoulders only to cross his arms over his chest as well, mirroring his brother unintentionally. “Look, I know this isn't what you want to hear, but let us handle this for a bit longer before we call anyone else in, okay? This sort of shit isn't something normal people should be dealing with, and we want to make 100% sure nothing's lingering around that can still hurt anyone.”
He thought of the endoskeletons Charlie and Vanessa mentioned, specifically designed to kill the kidnapped children. Where they also infected with William's virus, or had they simply been hotwired by Vanny? The latter was greater cause for concern, as they could still potentially be a threat to humans. Michael and Charlie would need to investigate soon, after they'd had a chance to rest from their ordeal. At least everything was confined to the lower levels and hidden away...
Meeting Sammy's eyes with a serious gaze, Michael added: “Please, don't reopen the Pizzaplex until we've made sure it's safe—and do not go in the basement. Tell the staff not to go down there either; we'll let you know once we've checked everything out.”
Uncrossing his arms, Michael managed a tiny smile, not wanting to linger on this topic lest Sammy get too caught up in his head. “Aaaand this is just part one of 'things we're going to need from you.' The second part is more on a personal level—see... we've got no money. Or a place to stay. Think you can hook us up with a hotel room for a few nights?”
Sammy looked between both him and Gregory, only letting go of Charlotte to dig along the inner pocket of his jacket. How much did a few robot ghosts and a kid need for a hotel room? He juggled a few hundred dollars in his hand, then sighed. What if there was an emergency?
“Here, uh... Take my wallet; use the credit card when you need it, but try to use the cash first,” Sammy instructed, entrusting the fat leather billfold into Michael's hand. “Uh... I see you guys already raided the store fronts, but take whatever you want! Freddy can show you where to get the good merch. Please, help yourselves!” He'd be generous with them after all. “Uh—here kid, borrow my phone so you can call your parents...”
Samuel held out his well-armored cellphone, and Gregory instinctually knocked it out of his hand.
“Sorry! I uh—I forgot their numbers!” he excused, making Samuel tilt his head in confusion at the boy. “S... Sorry.”
Michael shoved the wallet deep into the pocket of his jeans, patting the lump for extra security. At Gregory's reaction he rubbed the back of his neck, looking to Charlie and Freddy with uncertainty.
“Um, so... Gregory's going to stay with us for a while,” Mike said, trying to delicately bring up the fact they'd basically adopted the boy while making it not sound like they were technically kidnapping him. “We want to keep watch over him for a little bit and make sure he's okay... And from what he's told us his foster parents are kind of shitty anyway—we're not even sure how hard they're actually looking for him. They're definitely not equipped to handle kids, let alone one that's been through what Gregory has.”
He spared at glance at the boy, to see Freddy had already placed a protective paw on his shoulder. Michael let out a chuckle, a corner of his mouth raising at the sight. “Plus, I think if you tried to separate those two you'd have to fight off Freddy... and trust me, you do not want to be on the other side of those claws.”
“Michael, I am not going to fight anyone,” Freddy responded, although there was an edge to his bright eyes that contradicted this statement. Even if he wouldn't physically throw hands, Freddy would be hard-pressed to let anyone try to take his new son away, the legality of the situation be damned.
“Fred's is a friendly bear,” Sammy reminded them, trying to maintain the family friendly branding all while ignoring the profanities he said just a few moments earlier. He turned to his now sentient creation with a heavy sigh. “And you... have to go with them, that's what I'm gathering?”
Theoretically, given the timeframe Michael had issued the end of the week should be enough time to fix the rest of the Glamrocks on top of sending out the new character releases. Man, they were losing a lot of business from this mess. Though they could survive—it was a big birthday month for them, after all.
“Then I wish you luck, Freddy. And uh, Gregory?” Samuel snagged the boy’s attention. “If you'd like one, I'm gifting you an Ultimate Party Pass—you can go anywhere and do anything at anytime. It's also works as a prepaid gift card. Just... Don't tell strangers what happened here. Okay, buddy?”
Sam tried not to sound nervous as he fished another card from his pocket. One Gregory would add to his finalized collection of access cards. “Cool! My first bribe. Thanks, Mr. Emily!”
“No—” Samuel coughed into his hand to clear his throat. “—Mr. Emily's my dad. Just Sam’s good for me.”
“Thank you,” Freddy said warmly, having nothing but fondness for the Emily heir. Henry might have come up with the original Fazbear Entertainment concept, but Sammy was responsible for the Glamrock line so in Freddy's mind he was just as much of the animatronic's creator as his father. Offering Sam a smile, he reassured: “Do not worry—I will take care of everyone and keep them safe.”
Michael rolled his eyes affectionately at the bear's determined words, then pulled Sammy into a brief hug. “It's really good to see you again, Sam; sorry we all disappeared on you all those years ago.” He released the embrace to hold his friend gently by the shoulders, flashing a grin—not so rare nowadays than it used to be. “Looks like you did pretty well for yourself though, all things considered!”
With that he let Sam go, giving him a final wave as he ushered Gregory and Freddy towards the back room where Freddy's android was being stored. Mike wanted to give Sam a moment alone with Charlie before she left for the day, and he also wanted to get things moving with the data transfer. If he was starting to feel tired, he could only imagine the fumes of adrenaline Gregory was running off of right now. When was the last time the kid had eaten something?
Gregory was fairly lightheaded; he no longer experienced hunger pains in the same way as he used to—only feeling a dull ache in his abdomen as he trailed Freddy and Mike towards the storage area.
Once they were alone Sammy and Charlie stuck together closely, finally able to catch up. A miracle took place here, Sam couldn't deny that. Though it left him with many, many questions... Samuel wasn't sure if he'd be better off knowing all the terrible secrets the four of them shared. For now, he was a reconciling brother, meeting with his long lost twin sister for the first time in decades.
The back room's charging pod illuminated the sleeping automaton inside in a delicate halo of soft, blue light. It wasn’t long before Charlie joined the others, earning matching looks of curiosity.
“Uh, I feel like Sam's going to pass out again so I told him to chill in Freddy's room for a second while we get something done,” she laughed off.
“Yeah, I figured he was at his limit when he didn’t ask how we planned to get Freddy out of here,” Michael responded, slinging an arm around Charlie’s shoulders.
Together they watched Freddy open the charging pod and remove his android, handling it as delicately as a porcelain doll. Since his room was currently occupied by the recovering CEO, Freddy opted for seating the robot against the least dusty spot on the wall. He gazed down at it for a second, unsure of what to do, then carefully sat beside it.
Now was the moment.
In a few minutes, the personality that inhabited the Glamrock singer would no longer be Freddy Fazbear—at least in body. In spirit, he knew he’d never be able to let go of his origins. No matter how many years passed, Freddy was sure he’d remember the lyrics and dance moves to every song he ever performed. A sudden realization hit him like a truck, causing him to gasp out.
“What… What am I going to tell the others?” Freddy asked, and it was unnerving to hear him so legitimately nervous. “Chica, Roxy, Monty… The Daycare attendant and Music Man… how am I ever going to explain this? How will they know this is me—”
“Freddy, relax,” Michael soothed, crouching down to press his palms against Freddy’s face. As their blue eyes locked together, Mike told him with the utmost sincerity: “We’ll figure it out like we've been doing this whole weekend. Don’t worry about that now though—just focus on how awesome it’s going to be to not need to recharge every five minutes!”
That ushered a small grin from the bear and Mike released him, stepping back next to Charlie. Freddy took a deep, calming, simulated breath. He didn’t know what the future would hold for him in this new state, but Michael was right—it was sure to be awesome. Turning to his son, Freddy gave him the brightest Fazbear smile he possibly could. If this was the last time Gregory would get to see him in this form, Freddy wanted him to have a good final memory.
“Alright, superstar,” he said, placing his paws in his lap and sitting up straight. “I am ready.”
Gregory could feel the weight of what they were about to accomplish. No longer would Freddy be confined to the neon-lit world of the Pizzaplex for the entirety of his existence. While they were essentially stealing Samuel's most advanced technological creation, the man didn’t seem to mind. Or, he was too overwhelmed to process the full ramifications of Freddy’s departure.
And Gregory? Well, he was just happy to have someone looking out for him now.
“Alright—I'm going to connect your cord and port you over,” the boy announced.
He wasn't even sure how long it’d take as he kneeled besides his Papa Bear’s two forms and dug inside the panel in the android’s leg. Gregory quickly unfurled the cord, reaching for the scar-esque line on android's neck and flipping it open. It was a pretty creepy way to conceal their download ports, that’s for sure. Then again, Gregory never made an android himself, so how was he to judge?
The initial plug in was made, and after connecting the cord to Freddy’s current Glamrock body and going through a few command prompts on the android’s tiny digital display, Gregory stepped back to watch the process.
“So, he'll probably go offline for a bit,” Gregory told the group. “Could take a minute. Or, like, an hour. Hard to say.”
He then took a seat on the floor, completely beat from the all fighting. He was running on a total of probably 10 hours of sleep over the course of 3 nights, which felt like a new personal high score.
As his core data was ported over, Freddy's smile relaxed into a neutral expression. Within seconds his eyes closed and his head fell forward delicately, as if he were letting out a deep exhale. Only this time, the bear didn't move again.
Michael and Charlie sat cross-legged on the floor too, making a little semi-circle around Freddy's two bodies. Gregory sat next to his dad of course, with Mike on his other side and Charlie completing the family circuit. They sat in silence, the faint, ambient sounds of staff moving around the Pizzaplex the only noise to be heard.
It took Freddy's consciousness exactly seven minutes and forty-six seconds to fully download into the android. The bear was completely shut down now—if one pressed an ear to his chest, even the always-functioning background systems had totally stopped. In exchange, the kind-faced automaton slowly raised its head, blinking sluggishly as if waking from a long sleep. No one but Henry had seen its eyes open before, and with a surprised laugh Michael realized they were the exact shade of bright, electric blue as Freddy's original ones. Whether this was yet another cosmic coincidence or they'd changed color with the appearance of the body's true personality was anyone's guess.
For Freddy, to not see the torso of a giant animatronic bear when he looked down was jarring. He lifted a hand, turning it over in awe at the sheer amount of detail Henry had put into this body. He could see faint blue veins on his wrist, the crinkling texture of palm lines, and even a faint dusting of light freckles here and there on the back of his hand. The rest of his arm was covered in a soft golden sweater, which he could actually feel the plush fabric of where it rubbed against his skin. Pressing gentle fingertips to his cheek, Freddy was amazed at how utterly new and strange it was to have a face not made of hard metal—for all intents and purposes, he was practically human now.
Speaking of sensing things, Freddy quickly realized there were three sets of nervously eager eyes fixated upon him. For a moment, all he could do was stare back. Then his gaze fell upon Gregory, his son, and he lit up in a smile that could rival the sun, the corners of his eyes crinkling with sheer happiness.
“Hello again, superstar; you did it!” Freddy exclaimed, holding out his arms for a hug.
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That's All She Wrote - Chapter 14
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Show: Big Time Rush
Pairing: James Diamond x Original Female Character
Chapter 14: Broken Strings/No Strings Attached (1.14) ~ 13k
As soon as the school bell rang, signaling the end of the Palm Woods School final exam, Roxy was more than happy to pack her items up and get ready to bolt out the door. Summer was finally upon them, meaning she had more time than ever to sit down and focus on her songwriting. With only a few months until Big Time Rush’s first album came out, there was no time to spare to try and squeeze in a few more hits.
Miss Collins stood at the front of the classroom, smiling down at her students as she waved her hands toward the class. “Okay, everyone, pencils down. Pass your finals forward, and I’ll see you all at tonight’s end-of-year Palm Woods School party!”
This fact caused the girl to lend an ear to the conversation, pausing her packing, supposing she could take one night off in order to let loose and celebrate her hard work. Now that a few months had passed in Los Angeles, and the five had gotten to know their classmates better, the promise of a party with them sounded extra intriguing; seeing everyone in one place outside of the classroom might give them time to form even better connections. 
However, as Roxy and the band met this news with a grin, they looked around in confusion as the rest of the class let out exasperated groans at their teacher's comment. 
“Wow,” Logan scoffed from the row of tightly packed desks in front of his assistant, turning to Camille beside him. “Everyone seems really not excited.” 
The ravenette shook her head, trying to act as though she was just into the party like her crush was even if she had joined in on the groan-fest. “No! It’s really great, we get cupcakes, punch, and entertainment…” Her smile faded. “By Bitters.”
Well if the entertainment is the issue… Roxy threw her eraser across Jo’s desk to her right, hitting Kendall in the arm to get his attention. Leaning behind her friend’s blonde waves, she spoke directly to the frontman “Tell Miss C. Big Time Rush can be the entertainment this year. You four need stage practice.”
Nodding, the singer turned her suggestion over before confidently raising his hand.  “Miss Collins? Don’t you think we could do something remotely cool for our end-of-the-year school party?” 
It seemed as though he had heard Logan and Camille’s conversation as well. 
“Like a dance!” James lit up next to the front man. 
A chorus of “Ooh’s” erupted in the classroom. That boy sure knew how to command a crowd. 
Logan snapped his fingers, pointing at the wannabe in agreement, using his suggestion to voice his own as he nervously glanced at the girl beside him. “With slow dances.” 
“And dates to slow dance with!” Chimed in Carlos, already turning to face the row behind him to wiggle his brows at all three Jennifers and the new ghost-girl, Stephanie King. 
Raising her hand as well, the assistant offered, “With a live performance from Big Time Rush.”
Nodding in agreement as they took the information in, the class seemed entirely on board with this idea, everyone turned to their teacher to gain her approval for their party. 
“Well, we’ve never had a school dance before, because we’re really just one small classroom, but if a certain band and their songwriter-assistant want to be the new school dance committee, that sounds great!” The woman grinned, before turning gravely serious and crossing her arms. “So you need to find a theme, snacks, decorations, chaperones, and we have no money, no place to have it, and since today’s the last day of school, we need to have it tonight.”
No problem. Roxy thought, writing everything her teacher had mentioned down in a neat checklist so nothing would be forgotten. She had even begun jotting down loose ideas for themes before Kendall grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the classroom with the rest of the band, heading into the lobby to finalize their plans. 
“Okay!” He called, everyone circling up around him, eager and bright-eyed at the prospect of having a party in less than seven hours. “The theme of our dance is…”
His assistant cut him off, listing off her choices before anyone could get their word in, “A Night in Paris, Enchanted Forest, Carnevale, Disco Fever-”
“No!” He stopped her, the boys joining in as if they had somehow rehearsed their next statement. “Move our butts, ‘cause we gotta do this fast!”
Idiots.
With her ideas going ignored, Roxy left the band to their own devices as they squabbled out plans with each other. Walking towards the staircase, she noticed Jo, Camille, and Stephanie sitting in one of the lounge areas of the lobby. The three were giggling at something Jo had said as she lazily glanced over to Kendall. 
“Hey, Roxy!” Camille greeted, curls bouncing as she turned her head in the assistant’s direction. “Jo was just telling us about her dreamy fantasy where Kendall asks her to be his girlfriend!” 
Taking a seat on the arm of Jo’s chair, the assistant poked her friend on the shoulder, “I think he might be a little too involved in the planning process to think of that at the moment” 
Across the way, Stephanie shifted in her seat, anxiously running her fingers through her brown locks. “Do you think you’re going to ask anyone to the dance?” 
“Oh. Um,” The writer looked towards Jo and Camille for a bit of help. After last week’s ordeal with Dak, the pair were having trouble working through the logistics of the fight they had; her friends had been such troopers as the girl did her best to work through her relationship troubles. 
She and Dak had called a few times since to try and talk it out, but he was unrelenting in believing Roxy was spending too much time with the band. It was getting exhausting having to remind him it was literally her job to look after them and on top of that, they were her friends. She wasn’t interested in giving up four of her most important friendships simply because the guy she was kind of into didn’t like it. Though she recognized that he was more than welcome to have his own feelings about her personal life, he had no right to tell her who she could or couldn’t be friends with, nor was it fair for him to assume she would comply with his every controlling action. Dak wasn’t even her boyfriend; his behavior was more than a little concerning, yet she still found herself drawn toward him. The only reason she had been picking up his calls anymore were hopeful attempts to smooth everything out and get things back to the way they used to be. 
Poor Camille and Jo had near daily updates as the girl needed a safe space to vent - lucky for her, her friends lived for the drama. 
Finally able to formulate a reply, Roxy sighed. “Not anyone from the class.”
“Speaking of,” Jo quickly changed the subject before any more questions could be asked. “Here comes Kendall. I think he’s gonna ask me to the dance.”
Slowly, the frontman sauntered over to where the girls were sitting with the other three band members in tow. “Jo! Hey, I need to ask you something.” 
From her chair, the actress flashed him a pearly, white smile, batting her eyes as she looked up at her crush. 
“Could you go to the convenience store and get them to donate some snackage for the dance?” 
Jo’s smile faltered for a second before he was able to detect a hint of change on her face. “Oh, sure, Kendall.” Unsure of what to say next, the blonde turned back to her friends in confusion. Roxy swirled her finger in the air, attempting to make a “help him get there” gesture. “Is… that the only thing you wanted to ask me?” 
“Oh, no, um…” He brought his hands to his face as a thought connected, covering his mouth as if it was stupid he had forgotten. “Could you get some pop too?”
By this point, Jo was done trying to contain her frustration, mumbling “Sure,” before getting up and storming off towards the staircase. 
The writer shot him a death glare, but the blond didn’t seem to notice as James moved on to the next stage in their plan, “Now we need a dance location!”
Jo’s friends turned to each other now that the conversation had turned, an unspoken connection the pair understood as Camille ran after the hurt girl and Roxy trailed after the boys in order to call a car service to take them to Rocque Records and ask Gustavo to host the dance. While they were still tossing ideas around as to where they thought the dance should be held, their assistant was many steps ahead of them. At the very least, this meant the assistant didn’t need to be a part of the conversation with Bitters in which the band tried to get the venue at the Palm Woods conference center. 
How could they have not known the Hot Doctors Convention was in town? 
Soon after the hotel manager had turned them down, and the band decided not to rent a warehouse in L.A.’s murder district, Kendall finally had the bright idea to ask their boss even if it took longer than the writer had anticipated. With a smile, Roxy was more than happy to escort the band into the car already idling at the curb outside the hotel to take them to Rocque Records. The sooner the planning was over with, the sooner she could go dress shopping. 
Once they arrived, the guys wasted no time bolting down the hallway, Roxy doing her best to keep up with them as they entered their producer’s office. 
Sitting at his desk was Gustavo, with Kelly overlooking something he had been working on over his shoulder. 
“Gustavo, we were wondering,” Kendall began before the other three joined in a chorus of: “Can we have a school dance here tonight?” 
            A hello would’ve been nice.
Anticipating a classic Gustavo scream, the band covered their ears in hopes of staving off hearing damage. Normally, Roxy would join in but she felt she and Gustavo would be on the same wavelength about the dance - it was a perfect opportunity for some live practice; a win-win situation for everyone involved. 
“Sure.” He said calmly, not even looking up from whatever he and the talent scout had been examining. 
All members of BTR started shouting at once, not even registering the fact he had agreed to their request. Clearing her throat, Roxy gave them a chance to evaluate what they had actually heard, not what they thought they would hear. 
Sensing this as well, Gustavo looked up from the computer and dramatically rolled his eyes, sighing before saying, “You can have your dance at my studio on one condition. You must sing tonight onstage in front of everyone.” 
Yes! The girl allowed herself a silent victory dance at the back of the room. 
“We need to start getting you guys some stage practice!” Kelly joined in.
“And since you will be terrible tonight, at least the audience won’t boo and throw bottles at you.” 
Raising her hand, Roxy politely added, “I’m more than willing to boo and throw bottles at them for dodging practice.”
The producer cocked his head, looking at her funny. “You’ll be up on stage with them, Roxanne. Have we got a deal?” 
“Deal!” Big Time Rush agreed, with little regard for the flash of panic that raced through their assistant. 
“Mr. Rocque, they’re in the band, not me.” She said, moving past the moments of noisy celebration, jerking her thumb towards the four boys beside her. 
Shrugging, the man shuffled a few of the papers on his desk around. “They sound better when you play along with them. It’s a stupid morale thing or whatever.” 
“Now, let’s hit the studio and rehearse a dance!” Kelly suggested before Roxy could protest anymore. 
At her statement, James clapped, “We need to find dates? Got it.” 
In an instant, the four boys busted out of the office, presumably to make their way back home to the Palm Woods to figure out the night’s date situation. 
“Well, now’s probably a good time to show you my new song, Mr. Rocque.” 
***
After finishing up “Stuck”, Gustavo allowed Roxy some time away from party planning to go dress shopping while he called the famous choreographer Mr. X to work out a dance routine for tonight’s performance. 
As she hailed a cab on Hollywood Boulevard to take her to Rodeo Drive, Los Angeles’ most famous and expensive shopping district, she got a text from Kendall. 
K: Think Kelly + Gustavo count as chaperones?
R: I’m not with them anymore, should’ve asked sooner
R: Thought dates were more important?
Roxy didn’t want to tell him outright he needed to invite Jo, that was certainly a conclusion the boy needed to come to all on his own, but hoped that he had noticed how upset his crush was earlier and would want to remedy the situation. 
K: For some of us more than others
K: You gonna invite Dak?
R: Not sure. still upset with him
R: I don’t want to be with someone who’s rude to my friends
R: Jealousy is sooo unattractive
K: Lol
Yikes. That was a bit serious. 
R: Whoops, meant to send that to jo n camille ;P
R: See you back at the PW
The ride quickly came to an end, dropping Roxy right in the heart of the high-end fashion center. Standing on the edge of the street, the girl took in the designer shops all around her and mentally prepared herself to spend at least all of her last two paychecks. Her week had been incredibly stressful and there was nothing like retail therapy to fill the movie star-sized hole in her heart. 
Not even checking the name of the store she walked into first, the girl giggled as two handsome men in black, well-fitting suits opened the door for her. 
“Welcome, Miss,” The one on the right said, a gentle smile resting on his chiseled face. 
From the left, the other doorman crossed his arm in front of his chest with a slight nod, “Let us know if we can be of any assistance.” 
Pretending as though she was picking up the delicate edges of a large, dressy skirt in her hands, she dipped into a slight curtsey, “Thank you, gentleman.”
Oh yeah, She thought. I could get used to this.
Once inside the store, the writer ignored the stale, stuffy atmosphere as a faint tune of classical music filled the space. The pure white walls were carved into beautiful faux columns and allowed the colorful merchandise to pop right out of their displays. 
Marveling at the beautiful clothing items that surrounded her, Roxy came to the realization she had given no prior thought to just what she wanted for a dress. It was a school dance after all. No need to get too fancy or out of the box; something simple and fun would do for the night. There was only one person she was dressing for tonight - herself. 
Footsteps clacked on the marbled flooring as she walked the incredible length of the entire store, passing by many people who were much wealthier than she was. Though, it was a bit hard to ignore their snobbish stares as she began to examine a garment, check the price tag, and immediately place it back on the rack. She had been prepared to spend a nice chunk of change, but not that much.  
Too long, too short, too transparent… Reaching out to touch the tulle-looking fabric on one of the dress skirts, she caught herself before completing the action, feeling a pair of unwelcome eyes raking over her body. One of the saleswomen on the other side of the floor loudly and obnoxiously cleared her throat before stepping up to the assistant. 
“Might I recommend an item from our winter collection? It might… better suit your needs.” She asked, looking down on the girl from the monstrous hight her heels gave her. 
More like suit my price range Roxy bit her cheek, noticing a severe lack of price tags on the items in this section of the store she had meandered into. No way I’m wearing something from last year.
Blinking a few times, the writer smiled, noticing the woman’s name tag read Millicent. “No, thank you. I’m more than happy to browse by myself.” 
“All shoppers here need a personal liaison with them at all times. You can’t get any of the merchandise otherwise.” Millicent continued smiling, but her eyes conveyed a hint of annoyance. 
“The guys at the door didn’t mention that. I’ve been doing just fine the last half hour I’ve been in here.” 
Millicent dropped her smile, “Listen, kid. If you’re not going to buy anything you need to leave. We only take serious customers here and don’t waste our time on broke wannabe actresses like you. We’ve got an important client coming in and they need their privacy. Come on.”
“What?” Flew out of Roxy’s mouth, unable to filter her next words as they continued pouring out. “I’m a paying customer, just like everybody else. You can’t just tell me I need to leave because an ‘important client’ is coming.”
“I’m not going to tell you again: Get lost.” The woman made herself clear before grabbing the assistant’s arm and dragging her toward the storefront. Red, pointy nails poked into her skin as Roxy dug her heels into the hard ground, not at all understanding the woman’s unkind attitude or why she needed to leave before glancing around and noticing there weren’t any other shoppers in the store anymore. A million scenarios ran through her mind as she scanned through every single one that might help get this woman’s hands off of her and give her the ability to walk out of the store with some semblance of dignity. 
What would the boys do? Racking her brain more and more to try and understand what she had done to cause a situation like this to occur, she came to her conclusion. Lie.
A wicked grin shot across the girl’s face as she very obviously pulled out her cell phone in front of the sales attendant, trying to ignore the feelings of the acrylics nailing her upper arm. “I don’t think my boyfriend, Dak Zevon, would enjoy learning that one of the employees at his favorite store was harassing his girlfriend as she was trying to buy something nice for their date tonight.”
“Do you think I’m that stupid? I can’t tell you how many girls have tried that one out on me.” Millicent deadpanned, continuing to try and drag the girl out of the store. Roxy hadn’t even realized how far into the place she had gotten, it was practically a labyrinth at this point. 
Just as the girl opened her mouth to spit some nasty words at the woman, a voice coming from one of the other rooms cut her off.
“Well, I’d certainly hope it wasn’t too many. There’s only so much of me to go ‘round.” Stopping in her tracks, the writer turn to face the sound; she’d know that voice anywhere. “Roxy, baby, is this lady bothering you?” 
You’ve got to be kidding me. Of course, she would happen to walk into the one store in all of Hollywood Dak Zevon happened to decide to shop in that afternoon. Sauntering over to the two women, Dak flashed a dazzling smile toward the sales associate. Stay calm, stay calm.
The look that formed on Milicent’s face made Roxy wish she had a camera to record her jaw hitting the floor. As Dak wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her out of the woman’s tight grasp, she glanced up at him while faking a pout and giving a slight nod. 
Looking on at the “couple” now standing in front of her, the saleswoman began to vigorously shake her head. “I had no idea that this… girl… was your guest Mr. Zevon. I was only trying to improve your shopping experience by removing any other patrons from the store. My boss didn’t tell me you had anyone coming with you, I swear!”
Waving his hand in front of his face, the actor indicated the mix-up was no big deal. “I’ll be sure to make a note of it next time I come in. In the meantime, mind helping my girl here find the perfect dress for our date tonight?” 
Without another word, Milicent sprinted out of the room to make a collection of items to show the teens leaving the pair alone and in person for the first time since their ordeal the previous week. It was safe to say Roxy was thoroughly embarrassed Dak had caught her in her lie, yet found it very charming he swooped in to rescue her at the hands of the evil retail worker. All of her negative feelings towards him seemed to disappear as he pulled her tighter into his embrace. 
“Ugh,” He sighed, squeezing her into his chest so hard she could barely breathe. “I’m so sorry about everything that’s happened this past week. It’s been hard getting time away from set to come over and tell you that in person.”
“It’s fine.” Lied the writer, supposing in the grand scheme of things there could have been a far worse outcome to their disagreement. Relationships were all about compromise anyway. 
At her words, a look of relief washed over his face; Maybe he was more shaken up about their fight than she had thought. Over the phone, he had been practically unrelenting about her relationship with the guys, but maybe all he needed was to see her alone to remember how special she was to him. 
How romantic… For a hypothetical situation I just made up.
Quietly, Dak lead the writer over to a small, white sofa towards the back of the room as they waited for Milicent to come back with her selections. After a silent minute he poked her in the side, waggling his eyebrows, “Wanna tell me where we’re going tonight?”
Blinking a few times, Roxy had almost forgotten the entire reason that got her into this mess in the first place. 
“My school is having an end-of-the-year get-together dancy thingy, so I figured I’d splurge on a nice outfit to celebrate the hard work I’ve done these past few months in L.A.” She shared, before casting her gaze from his clear blue eyes to the marbled flooring. “Sorry for telling the lady we were together, she just freaked me out and I figured if I used your name she might leave me alone. If it bothers you, I won’t do it again.”
“I like the sound of that a lot, Roxanne Somerset - my girlfriend!” 
Just as she opened her mouth to respond, though her heart pounded so loud in her ears she feared she may not be able to form a coherent thought, Milicent returned to the room with a whole rolling rack of beautiful gowns. It was a strange experience, having someone bringing the clothes to her instead of roaming the racks looking for something to her liking. If that was one of the perks of being with Dak, Roxy supposed it was something she could quickly get used to. 
Ignoring the fact that each article of clothing was probably more expensive than her entire wardrobe combined, she carefully scanned the rack for something that caught her eye while Dak scrolled through his socials on the couch. Anything too flashy was out, so no excessive sparkles or shine, and there was no need for a long skirt or train, eliminating half the dresses she had been shown. 
It wasn’t until she pulled the last dress off the rack and held it up to her body in the mirror did she feel a connection to anything. A simple, dark green coctail dress with poofy, transparent sleeves shouldn’t have stood out to her so much, but when she glanced behind her own image in the reflection, she saw Dak completely dazed as he looked up at her. 
While the dress looked as if it would be slightly form-fitting, Roxy decided even if it wasn’t her style at least someone thought she would look beautiful in it. 
Dak… My boyfriend… My first boyfriend. She thought as her eyes flickered to the dress and back to him in the mirror a few times. It wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot.
Milicent, who hadn’t spoken since she had brought the items out, gently took the dress from the girl and looked over Roxy’s shoulder toward the movie star. “Would you like me to package this up and charge it to your account, Mr. Zevon?”
Nodding, Dak stood up, “That would be great! Can you add a pair of matching heels, too?”
The two began to discuss other accessories to accompany the dress as well, talking through Roxy as if she wasn’t even there - as if she wasn’t able to dress herself for a nice occasion. While she was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, this entire interaction was making her incredibly uncomfortable, watching from the background as they went back and forth, deciding to add on matching jewelry and mentioned collaborating with the shop next door to find the ideal makeup products for a full glam look. 
“Woah, woah, woah!” The writer interrupted, waving her hands around in an attempt to capture Dak’s attention. “As kind as that is, just the dress is fine. It’s just a school dance so there’s no need to pull out all the stops.” 
Now, she turned to the sales associate, “And please just ring it up for me, I’ll pay for it myself.”
Dak cocked his head, “Are you sure, babe? It’s no problem. I don’t want you to feel underdressed on our big day.”
Glancing down at her current outfit, some dusty old flats, a pair of black leggings, and a blue tank top, Roxy shifted awkwardly. From the eyes of the shopping assistant, no wonder Milicent had tried to kick the writer out for looking like she was taking a quick trip to the grocery store - not dropping more than two paychecks worth of money at a high-end retailer. Besides, how would she look next to him tonight, their first official date as a couple, in his expertly tailored expensive clothing and her in her thrifted heels and costume jewelry? 
Biting the inside of her cheek, she sighed. “You’re right. Just get whatever you think would best match what you’re wearing, please.”
***
Though Roxy nearly passed out once she saw the final total at the register, she mustered up enough strength to help Dak carry the heavy boxes to the trunk of his silver Camero. Even after he graciously paid for her shopping trip, he had insisted on driving her home while promising the Palm Woods was on the way to his next destination. 
The entire ride to the hotel, he held her hand excitedly as he chattered about how eager he was for the dance and how he couldn’t wait for her to wear the things he had picked out. 
Dropping her off at her building, he pressed a quick peck on her lips as she reminded him of the time and place of the dance before he sped off to destinations unknown.
It was a struggle to get all of the items into her apartment, hauling multiple boxes and trying to keep the dress from hitting the floor, but eventually, she was able to trudge up the stairs and unlock the door to 2-H before collapsing onto her couch. Of course, she made sure she texted Dak with the information about tonight just in case he hadn’t heard her a few minutes ago. He didn’t have the best track record when it came to arriving on time.  
Just the thought of Dak should have sent her into a fit of butterflies and giggles, considering she had just accidentally found herself in a relationship with one of the hottest actors in Hollywood, but as she looked over the boxes toppled over her carpet, a pang of guilt wrought her stomach. She had been so happy to see him after their week of fighting, they hadn’t actually ended up fixing the problem that was threatening to almost tear them apart. The way her brain turned to mush in his presence upset her beyond words, thinking she was better than the cliche feelings she read about in her silly romance novels, and though she was thrilled by the thought of being in a relationship, she was still worried about how he’d react to seeing the band again tonight - considering the last time they had interacted, he had chosen to blow up on her, not them.
Should I warn him they’re going to be there? Or should I warn them he’s going to be there?
It was a feeling she hated, and a choice she certainly didn’t want to make, but she swiped away a few app notifications on her homescreen, noticing a few messages she hadn't realized she had received. The first were a set from her group chat with Camille and Jo. 
C: logan just asked me to the dance in such a lame way
C: turned him down and told him it needed to be more memorable 
C: and with no help from james!
J: Lucky! I can’t even get Kendall to ask me…
J: I really thought we had something good going :(
R: I'll shake him down for u
R: Andd camille you should've just said yes
R: u know it must’ve been hard for him to ask
C: why would it have been hard
C: im delightful and very approachable 
J: lol
Thinking about sharing her good news, the writer began to type out her message before a message from Kendall popped up.
K: SOS need you in 2-J now!
That one message was more than enough to get the girl hopping up off her couch and through the door that connected their apartments, completely forgetting about what she wanted to tell her friends. Please be about plans to ask Jo to the dance…
When she reached the living room, Roxy found herself mixed up in a conversation between the Knight siblings and their mother. Mama Knight was clutching a romance novel to her cheek, pointing towards the handsome model on the cover before she threw it into her son’s hands who promptly passed it to his assistant like it was contaminated with some dangerous disease. 
Before Roxy could get the gist of the conversation, Mrs. Knight headed towards her bedroom as the brother and sister looked at each other with a wry smile. 
“How long do you think it’ll take you to track Mr. Love-Of-My-Mom’s-Life down?” Kendall asked, turning towards his assistant and pointing to the cover of the book she peered down on. 
“From Here to the Wind…” The writer mused, flipping through the pages as a few words caught her eye. “Wow… Your mom likes some really steamy stuff.” 
Covering Katie’s ears with his hands, Kendall audibly gagged. 
Thumbing back towards the first few pages, Roxy quickly found the name of the publishing house before passing the book off to the young girl. “Call this number here, tell them Rocque Records is looking to book the model Fabio for a video shoot because, you,” She turned and pointed a set of finger guns at the frontman, “have more important things to attend to.” 
“What could be more important than finding my mom a date for the dance?” He scoffed, clapping her on the shoulder as he and Katie left the apartment in search of the beautiful man. “Thanks for your help!”
Why even ask for it if you don’t need it? She silently asked herself as she set off in search of one of her other friends. Best bet being the pool, the girl texted Jo as she walked, mildly paying attention to the events occurring around her. 
R: Have you thought about asking Kendall to the dance 
J: Doesn’t that kind of dance have a specific name
R: I think so
R: But lucky you! you’re talking to someone on the dance committee
J: Maybe the two of us should go together 
J: Forget about stupid boys for a little while 
Just as she was typing a message back, something flew into the side of her head with a whack, nearly sending her tumbling into the pool. A flash of red hit the ground in front of her, and through a newly formed throbbing headache paired with blurring vision she picked it up and determined it to be a frisbee with “Will you go to the dance with me?” written on the back. 
Examining her surroundings once her bearings were back, Roxy spotted Camille headed her direction from the other side of the pool carrying a small mountain of scripts, a handful of teenagers relaxing in the sweet summer sun, and James and Logan attempting to hide behind a plant fixture to her left. Based on how they were trying to duck under the shrubbery, it was safe to assume they were the ones who had tossed it. 
“Sorry, boys,” She smiled, waving the disc in her hand before tossing it back in their direction. “I’m already spoken for.”
Neither one of them had even processed what their assistant had said before James was directing Logan to throw the frisbee at a rapidly-approaching Camille. The nervous boy’s shoulders tensed as he reared his hand back, shut his eyes, and tossed the flying disc once more. 
Roxy didn’t even have time to warn her friend the object was coming before it smacked the actress in the arm, sending her scripts flying out of her hands and every which way over the pool deck. However, the scripts were the least of their worries as they watched in shock as Camille lost her balance and tumbled into the pool on her left. 
Turning to face the boys, the writer sighed. “Just ask her out like a normal person. No schemes, no tricks, and no James helping you!” 
Logan shook his head, “Come on! It’s not that easy.”
“It’ll be easier than explaining to Camille why you pushed her into the pool hours before one of the biggest nights of her life. Now go help her!”
***
J: Kendall did have something important to ask me…
J: To help make a theme banner and decorate the studio!
R: Don’t worry! 
R: Sent a photo
R: I’m at RR doing that now
C: logan surprised me at the park w a bouquet of flowers 
C: before yelling “go away” at me four times
R: It’s still going to be a great night, dates or not
Roxy knew better than to get her expensive new dress anywhere close to wet paint and bleeding markers, but the decorations she and Kelly had been putting up around the studio were nearly complete. On top of bringing food and drink, curating the perfect dance playlist, keeping up with Jo and Camille, and practicing the song the band was performing tonight on the guitar, the last few hours had been very stressful for the assistant. 
It had been a good idea to bring her dance outfit and change in the costuming department of Rocque Records - it gave her some alone time to mentally prepare herself for what was coming. School dances had never been a source of fun for her, but she was hoping that tonight would change that. A lengthy hair and make-up session while digging through the boxes of costume jewelry in the accessories section of the floor brought her great joy while music from her iPod flooded her headphones. 
While out shopping earlier, Dak had tacked on a large statement necklace to go along with the dress that Roxy couldn’t admit she didn’t care for. The blue and silver accents on the chunky accessory didn’t go along with the gold jewelry she was already planning on wearing, and she found a few other, simpler, pieces to compliment her look just as time trickled down closer to the beginning of the dance. 
Miss Collins was the first to arrive in order to scope out the venue, which she was pleased to find was expertly decorated and was free of Magician Bitters as entertainment. Following was Big Time Rush, carrying some kind of costume in a large black bag. When Roxy questioned them, they didn’t give her many details, and they were soon free from her line of questioning as Jo, Camille, and Stephanie arrived soon after - still wildly unamused with Kendall and Logan.
Quickly, the assistant finished setting up small round tables in the lounge area of Rocque Records and set out the extra snacks and sodas Jo had picked up from the corner store as the rest of their class began trickling in. 
Once Miss. Collins spotted everyone, she beamed, glancing over the party venue. “Okay, class! Welcome to the first ever Palm Woods School Move Your Butt Dance!”
Pressing play on the surround sound speaker system, Roxy let out a chuckle as dance music began to blast through the lounge and the class burst into cheers. Though she had been annoyed that the boys had blown off her theme plans earlier in the day, she figured they would appreciate what she had landed on - it had been their idea after all. 
Just where are they anyway? Roxy thought, looking around the room unable to find the band. A survey of the room told her Jo, Stephanie, and Camille were wondering the same thing. All dateless at the beginning of the party.
Pushing the thought out of her head, she grabbed a bottle of Peppy Cola and pushed through the crowd to her girlfriends. With a wave of her hand, Roxy pulled them to the side of the long hallway, planning to ask the trio to dance with her as Brown Haired Jennifer sauntered down the aisle in a gorgeous royal blue dress, date in hand. A date who looked an awful lot like Carlos in a blond wig and sunglasses.
“Oh, Olaf, you’re so famous, and my date tonight!”
Exchanging worried glances, the girls nervously laughed as the pair pushed past them. In a terrible Swedish accent, Olaf responded, “Ja, Jennifer. Olaf will meet you on the dance floor.” 
Without another word, Olaf let Jennifer go and sped off down the hall in search of something unknown. 
Roxy took a sip of her soda, eyeing the hallway in hopes Dak would make his way over to her any minute. It was imperative she got to him before he spotted the band; she had been so busy setting up the party she had forgot to mention they would also be attending tonight
“You three look so beautiful!” Stephanie complimented, holding up her cell phone camera. The black and pink polka dot dress and matching pink trim looked gorgeous on her. “Let’s take a few pictures before it gets crazy in here.”
Click click click
Camera shutter ringing in her ears, the writer put on her best fake smile and did her best to pretend everything was going alright. She hoped Jo and Camille didn’t feel this way either, though she noticed her friend’s heads didn’t seem to be in it as they absentmindedly searched the crowd, no doubt searching for their crushes. 
After a few more shutter sounds, the four opened Stephanie’s camera roll and anxiously fawned over the photos, pretending everything was alright, before picking out the best ones to send in their group chat. 
“Yeah, Jennifer!” Someone called out from down the hall, a Jamaican accent echoing out this time and capturing the attention of most dance-goers. “I’m not just a soccer king, but I am your date, mon.”
Blonde Jennifer laughed, clutching the arm of a man in dreadlocks and a soccer uniform. The vibrant pink of her dress stood out against the greens and yellows of the uniform. Oddly enough, her date also resembled Carlos. 
The assistant made a mental note to discuss the dangers and insensitivity of racial stereotypes with him later.
“What the…” Stephanie muttered, passing her plate over to Roxy before walking over and confronting the singer. “Carlos?” 
“Yeah?” He answered eagerly, earning a smack on the arm and a disapproving look from Blonde Jennifer before busting out the Swedish accent again. “Oh, no, I’m Olaf!”
Smack
“No! I’m Ronaldolo.” 
The horror director placed a hand on her hip, cocking her head to the side in disbelief. As she was about to say something a loud “Ahem!” came from down the hall. 
There stood Curly Hair Jennifer, a maroon dress hugging her sides as her arms crossed. Strutting down the hall towards them, her brows were furrowed in anger causing the soccer king to run off and emerge a few seconds later in the same outfit he had entered in earlier. 
“I mean, Marcello.” Carlos corrected, waving his hand to his poor Italian accent. 
By now, the entire lounge was watching their exchange; Brown Haired Jennifer ran a hand through her locks. 
“That’s Olaf.” She told her friend with the bouncing curls. “You’re dating Marcello.”
A sly smirk appeared on the actress’ face, toying with the red bow under her bust. “I’m dumping Marcello. He’s stupid.”
Out of all the things tonight, this was what Carlos ended up taking offense to. “Marcello’s not stupid-”
“Actually, Olaf dumped you for me.” Blonde Jennifer stated, linking her arm tighter around Carlos’.
“He’s mine!” 
A small fight broke out between the three Jennifers as they all tried to tug the boy closer to them. Distracted by the drama, the dancing of the Palm Woods students had all but stopped, allowing Roxy to make her way to Stephanie, friends in tow.
“Now’s your chance!” Roxy whispered to her friend, giving her a slight nudge in the right direction. 
Camille nodded, “Saving him is so romantic…”
“At least one of us might get to dance tonight,” Jo rolled her eyes as the fighting continued. 
Stephanie took a few deep breaths, balling her fists into the hem of her skirt as she watched the exchange. Then, she reached out in front of her and snatched the ugly wig off the boy’s head, stopping the skirmish all together. 
“Carlos?” She sighed, gingerly smiling at the boy in front of her. “Do you want to dance?”
Taking the sunglasses of his costume off, Carlos glanced between the three Jennifers before turning back to face to Stephanie. 
“Carlos… would love to dance.” He said smoothly, taking her hand and moving towards the open floor before pausing and turning back to the three baffled girls. “And, ladies… Marcello und Olaf and Ronaldaldo have left the building. And how hot is Stephanie?! Whoo!”
Watching her friend blush sent waves of excitement through Roxy, she’d be sure to get a few pictures of them dancing to share with the director later. The pair looked so cute together, arm in arm, as they made their way to the refreshment table towards the back of the room. 
Though the writer was elated, when she turned to her friends, it was clear they did not share the same sentiment. 
Jo took a long sip of her Mist Twist. “Well, Stephanie got a date to the dance and I can’t believe Kendall didn’t ask me.” 
Her blonde waves bounced as she took a few steps closer to the back of the room, projected lights highlighting her beautiful black floral dress. 
Picking at a few salted crackers on her plate, Camille moved to join Jo, “Logan tried asking me, again, but he’s really terrible at it. I told him I didn’t need a knight in shining armor or anything, just something simple-”
Trumpet fanfare from the hallway caused heads to turn, everyone going wide-eyed at the sight of Logan - dressed in full knight regalia - trotting down the long hallway on a costumed horse. 
“So that’s where they’ve been…” Roxy trailed off, poking Jo in the arm to let her know Kendall was probably with his friend as they made their way closer. 
She, too, was stunned, “Is that Logan… on a horse?”
A few more clip-clops and one neigh later, Logan appeared in front of Camille, who was having trouble continuing the smile that spread across her face. 
“Hello, Milady.” The knight drawled, bowing his head towards the actress. “Would you like to accompany me to the dance?” 
The ravenette rocked on her heels, lips pressed together as the corners turned upwards. 
“Say yes!” Two voices, Kendall and James, called from under the singer. 
Roxy took the plate out of her friend’s hand, stacking it on the other one she was holding for Stephanie as Camille bounced up and down, “Heck yeah, I will!” 
A look of relief washed over Logan as he took his date’s hand and pulled her up onto the back of the horse. Gently, she wrapped her arms around him as he dug his heels into the horse’s backside. “Onward, trusty steed!” 
Someone screamed at the contact, but the horse still managed to get to the back of the room as the student body burst into applause. All, except Jo, who was gripping her cup so tightly the assistant feared it might break. Roxy wanted to crush her in a hug also but wanted to make sure she snapped plenty of images of Logan and Camille riding off together to remember the night by. 
A few moments later, Mr. X appeared from the dance hall of Studio A, announcing the dance floor was open. Even louder music pumped through the speakers as students hurriedly made their way into the new space, effectively clearing out the lounge except for the two girls. 
Glancing back towards the dance hall, Roxy noticed Kendall, dressed as the bottom half of a horse, making his way over to the pair. Taking her friend’s hand and gently squeezing it, the assistant took that as her cue to head over to the refreshment table so the two could speak in private. Or what would be private, if the frontman wasn’t having to speak so loud over the music. 
“Hey,” He called out to Jo as the writer took her time plating some cheese and crackers. “What are you doing out here?”
“Hey?” Jo questioned. “You can’t just waltz in here, dressed all half-horsey, and say, ‘Let’s dance.’ I’ve been waiting all day for you to ask me to be your date, and you never did!” 
Roxy silently winced against her cup as Kendall scoffed. “Seriously? I just thought we were kind of, you know, together. 
The whole tone of the conversation shifted. 
“Really?” Jo gasped, eyes flashing over to her friend across the room. “You… thought we were together? Like together, together.” 
Nodding, Kendall eased into a grin. “Yeah. Is that okay?” 
Jo didn’t hesitate, “It’s great!... Let’s go dance.” 
Taking Jo’s hand, her boyfriend pressed a light kiss to the back of it. Roxy didn’t mean to look as though she were staring at their personal moment, but she thought she saw some movement in the hallway behind them. 
“Um, Kendall.” The tone of her voice came out more alarmed than she had wanted as she watched a Dak Zevon-shaped figure make its way down the hall. “We’ve got to go perform. Come on!” 
Not thinking twice, she moved as fast as her heels could carry her, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the dance hall as he quickly shed the bottom half of his costume. She wanted to race out of the building if her friends would let her, yet at the same time, she wanted to slow down and adequately process why she was actively running away from the person she had been waiting to see all night. 
Having a boyfriend shouldn’t be this stressful.
Thankfully, the other boys were already setting up the equipment necessary for the performance of “Stuck” for their class. Roxy didn’t waste any time admiring the beautifully decorated stage Gustavo and Kelly had set up as she ran into the recording booth to grab her acoustic guitar and a small stool to sit on while the boys performed. Their classmates had eagerly gathered around the stage, Jo, Camille, and Stephanie had even managed to wedge their way right up front, gingerly leaning on the elevated floor their friends would soon be occupying.
Plugging in her guitar, Roxy waited for the boys to give her a thumbs up before counting off and silently prayed the puffy sleeves of her dress wouldn’t affect her ability to play, “1… 2… 1, 2, 3, 4.” 
“There are so many things that I never ever get to say…”
Writing songs had its perks, like it was virtually impossible for Roxy to mess up her chords as she nervously strummed along to the beat since she had already spent hours trying to find the perfect melody. Eyeing the crowd through the bright lights shining down on the band was tough, but she was able to spot Kelly and Gustavo back towards the door, Katie pushing her way towards Mrs. Knight in the back, and finally, Dak leaning against the wall in the corner of the room. If he caught her looking, he didn’t acknowledge it, just simply bobbing his head along to the beat of the song. Picking up on the tempo, the Palm Woods School students began clapping their hands and moving to the rhythm, internalizing the lyrics. 
Big Time Rush sounded great, not even missing a beat as they broke into their dance routine once the chorus hit. Their bosses slowly nodded their heads, approving of the performance so far, as the choreographer, Mr. X, stood next to them copying the routine he had expertly crafted. 
During the writing process, Roxy had heard “Stuck” no less than one hundred times, but something about it now felt different as the sound of her guitar reverberated against her chest. The song was raw, vulnerable, and more open about her feelings for another person than she had ever admitted in her life, but now as the words came out of her friends’ mouths they sounded wrong. 
This song was about her struggles communicating her feelings towards Dak, a factor that had caused strain on their relationship multiple times. First, his wild accusations that Logan was into her on their first date, then standing her up at the house party, and lashing out at her for her close friendship with her band… Sure, he had shown her kindness as well throughout the two months they’d known each other, but it hurt her beyond words that he had trouble trusting her. Even more so, she was disappointed in herself for not recognizing this earlier and allowing herself to become distracted by frivolous and expensive apology gifts. 
A career at Rocque Records meant everything to her; her band meant everything to her. Both of those things were far too important to lose. 
“Roxy,” James called out, though he had to speak almost directly in her ear to be heard over the music, holding his microphone out to the side so no one could hear. “Come dance with us.”
Now, her thoughts were thoroughly interrupted with a volt shooting down her spine as the boy pulled her out of her chair. 
It was one thing that she couldn’t dance in the first place, but now she stood with her guitar strapped around her shoulder making movement even more difficult. That paired with the fact everyone had noticed James’ actions, including Dak in the back of the room as he noticeably raised his brows as she moved to stand by her friends. 
At least the song was coming to a close, so she wouldn’t mess up the band’s routine as she swayed back and forth to the beat, copying the long-haired boy’s footwork towards the middle of the stage. Her favorite part of Mr. X’s choreography was the end, where the four pointed both fingers high up in the air, then down towards the audience, so as the song came to an end, she matched their movements before she made her way to the other side of the stage to set her guitar down.
Once the music stopped, the crowd burst into a chorus of cheering and Roxy felt herself get swept up in a large group hug with the proud, albeit sweaty, band members. They had finally nailed their first professional performance in front of a live audience. The feeling was exhilarating, causing her heart to swell as her chest heaved in an attempt to suppress the nerves she had during the performance. A sensation she didn’t even have time to process as she worried about how her boyfriend would perceive the song. 
Wait a minute, she looked over Logan’s shoulder as he held her and noticed Dak wasn’t in the same spot he had been standing in for the performance and from a quick scan over the crowd, it didn’t look like he had joined the mass of people. From the other times he had come to visit her, she had gathered that he wasn’t a large-crowd kind of guy, but her gut twisted at the thought of him walking out during the performance. Maybe he hadn’t taken to the song like she thought he would. 
Eventually, the guys let her go and the playlist of dance music that had been on before their performance began to blast out of the speakers once more. The lights illuminating the stage dimmed, and Roxy took that as her cue to put her guitar away and leave the stage in search of Dak. 
Since he had only visited Rocque Records a few times to record vocals for Varsity Vampire 2: Game On, there were likely a few places he could be: the lounge or Studio B. 
Heels clicking on the floor outside the dance hall, she didn’t spot him anywhere near the lounge and once she had gotten close to Studio B, she remembered her boss had locked it in order to keep any daring teens from getting in and messing with his expensive equipment. She wasn’t really in the mood for a game of hide and seek, making her way back to the dance hall, and brought out her phone to call him as a hand caught her wrist and tugged her into Gustavo’s office. 
Her first instinct was to call out for her band, seeing as this was the kind of shenanigan they’d usually pull to get her attention, but as she slowly adjusted to her new surroundings, she realized the small, quiet room was the perfect hiding spot for her anti-social partner. 
And there he stood in front of her, hand covering his mouth as he looked her up and down, admiring the way she looked in the outfit he had helped put together. It was a bit awkward, so she focused on the live clip of E! News that was playing on her boss’ computer. He must’ve forgotten to turn it off before he went out to watch the band’s performance. 
“God, Roxy,” Dak breathed, reaching out to cup her cheek. “You look beautiful.”
Shuffling her feet, she glanced down at the floor, “Thanks… You don’t look too bad yourself.”
He had traded his casual look from the store earlier for a nice pair of black slacks paired with a blue collared shirt. A blue she soon realized was the same color as the jewelry she had omitted to wear tonight. 
Meeting her compliment with a slow, sweet kiss, Roxy found herself falling into his embrace as the music from the other room, though muffled, flooded through the walls. Of course, she wanted to bring him out into the dance hall, and introduce him to Camille, Stephanie, and Jo, but once he slowly started swaying to the music she had quickly forgotten about everyone else in the building. 
Mush, She thought. He turns me to mush.
“I really liked your song,” He started, one hand brushing down the length of her hair she had straightened for the party. “Was that one you or Gustavo wrote?”
Shifting her hands around the back of his neck, she pulled away from his shoulder to peer into his clear blue eyes. “I wrote it,” she said, before quickly adding, “About you.”
This fact seemed to surprise him and she watched his eyes widen as his grip around her waist tightened. 
Ignoring the slight increase in her heartbeat, she spoke again. “Speaking of Gustavo, though, we should probably get out of here before he catches us. Besides, I want to introduce you to my best friends.”
“Five more minutes,” He murmured with a wry smile, bending down to kiss her again. “Like that line in your song.”
“That it’s worth every minute that it takes, just wait and see…” She recited, pulling away from him to do a little spin while holding his hand. Carefully, he repositioned her so she was facing toward the door and she noticed that he was scanning the room behind them, causing her to pull away a bit, “Is everything okay?”
Blinking a few times, he looked back up at her and sighed. “You're not wearing the necklace I bought you. I thought you’d look pretty in it.”
Roxy felt her heart drop into her stomach.
“Oh, I-”
Her apology was interrupted as the door to the office burst open, revealing a frazzled James slamming the door and locking it behind him, slowly sinking down into a sitting position with his head in his hands. He was breathing heavily, as if he had just run a marathon, and Roxy heard a large amount of heeled feet dash by the office. 
The boy hadn’t even realized the couple were in the room until he ran a hand through his hair, sweeping it out of his eyes, noticing them standing before him. 
“Fucking hell,” Dak swore under his breath as James waved his hands in front of him in defense. 
“Just give me a minute and I’ll be out of here,” the singer begged, a hint of urgency in his tone. “Pretend I’m not even here and go back to… whatever it was you were doing.”
His presence didn’t bother Roxy, but she felt Dak shift beside her and hold her a bit closer. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
James rolled his eyes, making it obvious he was ignoring Dak’s statement, before looking towards his assistant. “Before I forget, great job on stage tonight. Thanks for writing us such a great song.” 
Roxy opened her mouth to respond, but she was quickly cut off by her date. 
“She didn’t write it for you.” 
“Dak, stop,” Roxy followed, looking over to James and attempting to apologize with her eyes. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of their previous, disastrous date. “Let’s go dance with everyone else, please.”
“Sure, babe,” His hold on her waist tightened, again, hurting her a bit this time. “After you tell him you didn’t write the song for him.”
“Come on, that's not what he said. Please, can we go?” She tugged on his collar trying to lead him towards the door, but her boyfriend remained rooted in place. “It’ll be more fun dancing out there.”
Taking in her words, Dak scoffed and pulled his hands off her body. When she normally would’ve protested his actions, this time, it felt like a relief. “Seriously? It’s not that big of a deal. Just say it.”
James stood up, confusion crossing his face as he decided if this was a conversation he should be a part of or not. As Roxy faltered, his attention flipped to Gustavo’s computer.
“Fine.” She huffed, crossing her arms as a bout of anger threatened to spill over. “I wrote the song for you, not for Big Time Rush. Happy?”
Dak’s entire demeanor changed once he realized what James was paying attention to and quickly tried to usher his date out of the room. “Yes, thanks, baby. Let’s go.”
There was only one flaw in his plan, James was blocking the door to the hall and wasn’t budging even as the two reached him. 
“Roxy-” The band member started, looking towards the back of the room before Dak swiftly cut him off.
“Move.” 
Glancing between the boys, Roxy felt her chest tighten at the thought of an altercation between the two. She cared about the both of them so much, it hurt her to see them fighting. “James, please. We just want to dance.”
The wannabe ignored the both of them, attention still fixated on the back of the room.
It wasn’t until Dak stepped in front of her and attempted to shove James out of the way, Roxy was able to turn and see what was bothering him so much. 
On the computer screen, a clip from a Varsity Vampire press panel was playing, showing Dak and his costar Victoria Hodgkiss side by side as they answered questions about the upcoming film. He was wearing the same outfit now as he was in the conference, signaling the reason for his late arrival. Before Dak realized she was watching the clip, he told James to move one more time. 
“Dude,” He scoffed, looking down on the movie star. “It’s over.”
Roxy continued to watch, so confused as to why James was so enamored with it, as the video showed Dak leaning over and placing his arm around Victoria as they exited the studio, before cupping her cheek and giving her a slow, sweet kiss. Or it would’ve been a sweet kiss if the watchful eyes of E! News hadn’t caught the pair with one of their hidden cameras. The room was silent as the clip played a few more times, with the rolling headline “LOVE IS IN THE AIR: DAK AND VICTORIA’S SECRET RELATIONSHIP EXPOSED.”
Staring as it played, Roxy felt her heart slowly pull itself apart, and all she could do was stand there and watch as it rolled. Her boyfriend, caught on tape kissing his co-star, when all this time he had been the one accusing her of having too close of a relationship with her band. No wonder he had been so possessive of her, he was too busy deflecting his own actions. 
At some point, Dak had begun saying something to her, but she was too far gone to register his words, stumbling towards Gustavo’s desk to turn the stupid thing off as it played more and more clips over the course of the pair’s relationship. A picture of them at a club three months ago, one of them sharing an ice cream cone in Griffith Park - Dak in the same outfit he had worn on their first date - and of course the image from today once more. Reaching for the mouse, she noticed how badly her hands were shaking, so much so she couldn’t even correctly click the button to close out of the webpage. 
All her anxiety, all her sadness, all her excuses for her poor behavior hadn’t been for nothing. He’d been intentionally causing her pain since the day they met and she had been stupid enough to ignore her all her instincts, all the signs he had given her, and that utterly broke her. 
The clip played a few more times until finally, James moved from his spot in front of the door and slid in behind the desk beside her, and turned it off. 
Dak was still speaking, standing across the desk from her but all of his words seemed to blend together into a garbled amalgamation she couldn’t understand as her attention turned from the computer to him. With each sound he made, his hands flew wildly in the air, pointing from the computer screen, to her, to James, then clenching fingers so hard his knuckles turned white. 
Roxy tried to listen, but the pain exploding in her chest was growing too large to bear. 
At some point, James started talking back, arguing with the movie star about something, anything, that had happened during the course of the two months she had been involved with him. 
Thoughts swirled through her brain, to cry, to scream, to run out of the room and all the way back to the Palm Woods, all culminating into one clear thought she was finally able to understand:
I need my songbook.
Then, she snapped back into reality to find Dak lunging across the table at James. Fortunately, her words caught the movie star off guard, stopping him inches away from grabbing the singer’s collar.
“Dak, consider your contract with Rocque Records terminated. We’ve decided to go in a different direction at this time… Recording movie soundtracks is a bit below us.”
He flinched, a look of confusion crossing his features, open palm growing suspiciously closer to the wannabe’s face. “Roxy, E! just twisted some old footage-”
“Someone will drop off the demos we already have recorded to Colossal Studios.”
“You’ve got to believe me, she means nothing to me.”
The last thing she expected herself to do was laugh, but a few waves rolled out of her at his comment. “Clearly, neither of us mean anything to you. Do you want me to send the dress and things back to you or…?”
“Babe, chill, let’s talk this out- I can get us a nice reservation at Chez Fancee-”
“We’re done, Dak. Get out of here before I call security and make you.”
Once the words left her lips, the air in the room changed. 
“Seriously, Roxy? Come on. Can’t you see that this band is tearing us apart?”
The assistant scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “The only thing this band has done is show me what a terrible person you are. I’ve constantly made excuses for your poor behavior because I thought you were a nice, genuine guy. Standing me up, to go on dates with another girl no less, picking fights with my friends and-” Her eyes widened as a realization dawned on her, “And you never wanted to be seen with me in front of my friends in case word got back to Victoria.”
“God, woman, will you just listen to me? What is it you want to keep your stupid mouth shut? Money, exposure? Clearly, not jewelry since you didn’t wear what I already bought - because this band can’t give it to you-”
“What I want,” She paused, allowing time for her words to fully sink in. “Is for you to get the hell out of here so I can head to the studio and write one of the best break-up songs anyone’s ever heard.”
“I-I’ll sue you. And this whole company! Just watch, your career will be finished!”  
The girl didn’t have any time before the door was bust down for the second time that night, now revealing Kendall, Carlos, and Logan, fingers curled into tight fists. When James had called them, she hadn’t noticed, but she was incredibly thankful for his actions, giving him a slight nod as he moved to join his bandmates by the door. It was better knowing she didn’t have to face him alone. 
There was nothing else for her ex-boyfriend to do but let out a growl of frustration before heading toward the doorway. 
“I heard Minnesota girls were supposed to be easy… A girl like you isn’t worth all the fuss.” Now that his true colors had been exposed, he turned to the row of boys by the door, sneering in their direction. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds.”
Milliseconds passed before a crack! resounded through the room, Dak letting out a cry of pain, doubling over as his hands flew to his face. As he inched closer to the door, muffling his groans, she saw Logan’s eyes narrowed in pain, clutching his right knuckles in his left palm. 
“You really need to get the fuck out of here, man. James, Kendall, and Carlos won’t be as kind as I am.”
Another groan from the pop star, “What the hell?”, and the boys moved away from the door, forming a makeshift barrier between their assistant and her ex. 
“Hey, Dak?” Roxy called out, as he finally stepped over the door frame. When he managed to meet her gaze over Carlos’ shoulder, she smiled at the dark colored bruise already forming around the outside of his right eye, giving him a small wave. “You’re not worth the fuss either.”
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It took 15 minutes for Roxy to talk her friends down. 
Big Time Rush spoke in graphic detail about all the ways they could destroy the movie star, seemingly forgetting all about the wonderful dates they had waiting for them in the room across the hall. After stealing an ice pack from the kitchen fridge and handing it to Logan, she assured them that she would be fine, she just needed a bit of time before she headed back out to join their class on the dance floor.
She was able to shake Kendall, Logan, and Carlos after giving each a bone-crushing hug and thanking them for being there for her when she needed it, apologizing for Dak’s awful behavior towards them. Then, when they still wouldn’t leave, she threatened to call Jo, Camille, and Stephanie to have them personally collect their companions. 
Now, after stealing the keys from their boss’ desk, Roxy and James sat silently together in Studio B. She had tried to shake him too, but he shared with her the reason he had been running around Rocque Records in the first place - in trying to get Logan to ask Camille to the dance he had accidentally ended up asking 7 different girls who were currently hunting him down. Technically, Roxy had been one of them since she had been hit with his frisbee.
One thing that had kept her going since the moment she witnessed the news expose on Dak was the pure adrenaline that was pumping through her body. Now, even 20 minutes after her break up, all she wanted to do was get her song started and get back out on the dancefloor with her friends. The only problem was getting the starting lyrics established. Her situation was a bit too specific - how many other girls ended things with their partners after finding out they were the other woman on national television - and she was having trouble formulating any thoughts that might lead to an enjoyable, catchy pop song. 
After jotting a few things down on a blank page in her notebook so she could remember the situation with a bit of clarity, she glanced over at James who was sitting a few feet away from her, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. He hadn’t said anything beyond a simple “sorry” that her relationship with Dak had ended since he had found them in Gustavo’s office earlier. Maybe it was because he knew she was writing or maybe he just didn’t have anything to say, but she was appreciative he wasn’t trying to fill the comfortable silence. 
“Hey,” She called, catching his attention as he turned to look up at her. “What’s the worst way you’ve broken up with someone?”
James cocked his head, confused as to why she would want to know such a thing. “Do you really want to talk about sad stuff right now?”
“It’s for lyric inspiration. I can’t think of anything that rhymes with cheater, currently.” Roxy assured him. As long as her heart kept pounding adrenaline throughout her body, she would be good to keep writing.
“Heater, beater, eater, liter-” His list was interrupted as his assistant threw her guitar pick at him. “Okay, okay!” 
Pen and paper ready, she stared at him expectantly as he began to share his story. 
“Freshman year I was seeing this guy, Cliff, and we had a good thing going for a while but, uh, my mom didn’t like him. After I brought him over for lunch one day, she made me call him later and break things off.” He sighed, looking down at his lap. “It was really bad; I felt so terrible. He deserved a better boyfriend than me.”
After a tale like that, Roxy knew she should have offered some words of comfort but it was just the perfect amount of inspiration she needed to kick-start her song. 
As the words came to her, she spoke them aloud while writing them down. Though this normally bothered her, James had just shared something raw and emotional, the best thing she could do was return the favor. 
“Get a call on a random afternoon, I pick it up and I see that it’s you, like my heart you were breaking the news, you said ‘it’s over, it’s over, it’s over-’” 
Once the verse left her mouth, another bout of inspiration hit which was quickly scribbled out. 
Headin’ out, cuz I’m out of my mind
All my friends are gonna see me tonight,
Stayin’ here ‘til the sun starts to rise-
“Ugh!” Roxy vocalized, slapping the open book in her hand and allowing the sound to echo around the room. Curious, James peered over at her, slightly started at her outburst as she continued. “I don’t know what’s worse: The fact I can’t finish this verse, my first official relationship lasted a little over 6 hours, or that I’m letting Dak ruin my stupid night. I should be out there getting down on the dance floor, having fun with all our friends.” 
Her friend nodded once, “Sure, but don’t you think you have some… complicated feelings you need to work out first? I’ve never seen someone so calm after a break-up and, honestly, it’s kind of freaking me out.”
At his words, a few memories flashed through her mind; ones involving her fall out with Mag. That, besides breaking her heart, had hurt far worse than whatever she was feeling currently. 
You’ll get over it another night. She told herself. 
“I’ve got to take my own advice, you know, dance hard, laugh more, all that good stuff. Wait- That is good stuff!” 
Quickly scribbling her words onto a new section of the page for later, she read over the progress she had already made. Two verses and some loose lines were pretty good for one sitting; worrying about the melody would come later. For now, all she could think about was getting back to the party, however ill-advised it might be. 
“I just need to have a fun time tonight and forget any of this ever happened.” Roxy stood up, making her way to stand in front of James who cocked his head in confusion. Gently, she extended her hand out to him. “James, take me to the dance. Please.”
Eyes widening, he bit the inside of his cheek. “Roxy, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Fine…” She huffed, turning her back to him and rocking on her heels a few times, suppressing a laugh as the next words flew out of her mouth. “I guess I could ask Guitar Dude. He’s way cuter than you, you know?”
It took all of two seconds for James to stand up and grab her hand, before pulling her out into the hallway towards Studio A. 
“God, what am I going to do with you?” He muttered, shaking his head as she pulled open the door to the party. Spotting an open section towards the back of the room, he made a beeline. 
“That’s an easy one!” She called over the loud music, bringing his hand to her waist. Effortlessly, he pulled her into his embrace as she giggled, “Dance!”
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To say James had been a perfect gentleman the entire night, besides asking 7 different girls to the same dance, would be an understatement. However, as Roxy said goodbye to him and closed her apartment door, she realized he had been right about one thing; she had some complicated feelings to work out. A fact that became all too apparent as the writer flipped the lights on to her empty, silent apartment.
She had done everything in her power to make the night last as long as she possibly could and had done a pretty good job of it considering Gustavo and Kelly had to kick the two teens out of Rocque Records around 2 am. Neither had realized they were the only ones still partying the hours away.
Now that there were no distractions, no other people, and no need to wear her stupid uncomfortable shoes anymore, she was finally confronted with what she had been trying to avoid all night - the little voice in the back of her head, nagging her since things ended, that she was the reason her relationship with Dak had come to a grinding halt. 
I was too boring, I never listened to him, I didn’t give him enough attention, I chose not to wear his necklace, I spent too much time with the band-
Buzz buzz
A text message from James lit up her screen.
J: I had a good time tonight
R: Me too :) Thanks for being there for me
J: We should do it again sometime
J: btw you looked gorgeous
J: Sorry I didn’t tell you in person
An unwelcome pit formed in her stomach as she read over his second message a few times. 
Walking into her bedroom, she made her way to the bathroom before accidentally catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. 
The dress Dak had bought her hugged her body, matching beautifully with the heels he had carefully selected. It was such a nice, generous gift. A gift she didn’t deserve and, yet,  she had repaid the actor only by breaking up with him. 
Flashes from the E! News segments rolled around in her mind as she continued to stare - catching a few tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. If she was alone for much longer, she would only waste her time crying over a boy who had done nothing but belittle and hurt her. 
Finally breaking her stare to pick up her phone, she clicked through her speed dial, trying to remember what her girlfriends had texted her about their after-dance plans. 
Logan, Camille, Stephanie, and Carlos mentioned heading to Inside Out Burger for milkshakes but Jo and Kendall had to decline because she had a big audition she needed to run lines for in the morning. 
Bingo.
Pressing the fourth button, Roxy waited for the call to connect before she heard someone’s groggy voice at the end of the line. 
“Rox, it’s 2:30 in the morning, what’s wrong?”
Taking a shaky breath, she replied, “Hi, Kendall, I just got home and I- I don’t want to be alone right now.”
The sound of bedsheets being rolled around crinkled over the speaker. “Want me to come over?”
“No, stay in bed, it’s okay. Just, talk to me, please. Tell me about the stuff I missed tonight.” “Okay-” He yawned. “So, Fabio actually showed up…”
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genyawritesshizz · 3 years ago
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Jesus I’ve been wanting to write an x animatronic reader forever. I’m sorry if this sucks I’ve been trying to start this forever.
This is a slow burn!
Monty x animatronic reader
In this fan fiction we support Roxanne x Chica. Period.
Part 2: https://caittiebugzzz.tumblr.com/post/673503509086388225/part-two-of-my-monty-x-animatronic-reader-this
“Why on earth are we even tryna’ bring this old rust bucket back? This things been decommissioned for years!” A man winded as he struggled to lift a box full of parts off the newest shipment of Fazbear supplies.
“Because apparently corporate spent to much on building this damn place gotta cut costs somewhere.” The other man laughed, rubbing sweat off his brow. “Spend every penny they had on this place and the hunks of junk out on stage but can’t spare a couple thousand to get a new attraction.”
The largest and most anticipated item was a wooden crate currently being unloaded from the shipping truck. It stood a good five feet tall, weighed easily over a couple hundred pounds, and nailed shut at every seam. Once it was safely docked inside the two men gathered around, with a hammer in hand they began to rip up the nails from one side.
“Damn, well at least it’s in better condition then we though.” The first man reached inside and pulled out an empty head. It was in the shape of a kangaroo. Your large ears detached and somewhere in the box. Your old paint was chipped and wore from well over two years of being inside that crate. The pointed tip of your nose was also broken off. “Eh kind of, this things gunna need all new wiring, new hard drive, and..yikes, new paint talk about out of style.”
“Common we’ve got work to do.”
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“A new animatronic huh?” Roxanne scoffed looking at the newest batch of posters that had recently been hung all around the plex. The posters held little to no information about who or what the newest addition to Fazbear Entertainment would be. Instead all it said was
“Come one come all welcoming to the spot light on 1/30/22 our newest band mate!” With vibrant lettering and a blacked out silhouette of someone. Only thing they would tell was they had huge ears.
“Yeah! I bet they’re awesome!” Chica said though mouthful of pizza. Chica was always the most optimistic of the group when it came to changes. Roxanne rolled her eyes.
“Not with those big ear.” Chica laughed.
“Be nice Roxy! You haven’t even met them yet!”
“I don’t need to meet them to know they’re not nearly as awesome as me!” Chica continued laughing at her jealous girlfriend. She always had to be the center of attention.
“Oh are you guys talking about the poster?” Freddy friendly voice called as he walked towards the group of girls.
“Unfortunately.”
“Yes we where! What do you think Freddy?! I’m excited” Freddy came over and took a seat beside Chica.
“I am excited as well, it has been a long town since we’ve had a new friend.” Freddy smiled down at the lovable chicken.
“I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything about it Freddy.” Another voice approached them, it’s heavy Cajun accent could belong to none other than Montgomery Gator himself. “Or maybe you have and you’re just hold in’ out on us.” The gator laughed and too joined the group. Freddy nervously joined his laugh and rubbed the back of his neck as a nervous habit.
“Honestly I haven’t heard anything!” True is, this bear is freaking out over not knowing. He’s supposed to know everything that goes on around here and now there’s a whole new member joining? How has nobody informed him of this! Freddy knew at least two months in advance about Monty joining the Pizza Plex but now they are less then three week from having a whole new attraction! To say the bear was freaking out would be an understatement.
“Well whatever or whoever it is better be cool I’m tired of hanging out with you losers.”
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“Almost finished! Just got to see if this thing even turns on anymore.” The two men had been attempting to fix your wiring for the past week. Your bare endo skeleton laid flat on a table in the deepest maintenance tunnel within the pizza plex. The two kept their work under wraps trying to keep the other animatronics away from disturbing their hard work. The last thing they needed was Freddy’s curious self asking fifty million question, Monty breaking things, Chica getting pizza everywhere or Roxanne’s insistent whining.
The whirling of your endo skeletons fans and various parts began to fill the almost silent room. Your eyes opened.
“Hi kids! Welcome to Batys Barbecue!” You’re default factory settings kicked in. Doing your usual wave and look around. “I’m your host (y/n) the kangaroo! Todays house specials are-”
“Gotta get rid of that old chip.” Both men nodded their heads and they powered you back off. “At least it’s works. Voice box could use some tweaking but motor functions seem to be fine.”
Removing your chip meant removing you, or at least your old self. You would be starting over completely. Everything you’ve ever seen heard and felt before would be gone.
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“Music man! Hello sir! I have a favor to ask of you” Freddy significantly smaller form walked into the domain of the DJ. The DJ man was of course always happy to have his fellow Animatronics visit him after hours. He loved playing different tracks for them. He placed his massive hand down near Freddy for the bear to climb up on. Once Freddy was on he lifted him up to his face. DJ smiled before raising a brow. “I just wanted to ask if you’ve heard or saw anything with the new animatronic!” DJ brought another hand up to his face and tapped it against his head as if thinking. A smaller version of the DJ man crawled up the other arm and came up. Speaking something to DJ in beats and random noises. DJ nodded to it.
“Follow them.” That is all DJ said before setting Freddy back down as the mini DJ crawled off and began running down one of the maintenance tunnels.
“Oh! Okay thank you friend!” Freddy waved at DJ before running after the little guy. DJ simple gave him a smile and nod.
The little guy lead Freddy further into the tunnels than he had ever ventured. He never cared for going down here, after all down here was the parts and service room, an animatronics worst nightmare and of course that’s exactly where the little guy lead him. He simply slipped up into a vent signaling for Freddy to wait there. The door soon opened to reveal a seemingly empty room. Freddy flipped on the light and about jumped out of his suit at the sight.
“Oh gosh!” He shouted at the endo skeleton. It’s poor body had about twenty different wires sticking out of it and into a large computer on the table. It’s mouth moved but nothing came out. “I’m sorry to pop in on you like this!” Freddy nervously looked around the room avoiding looking at the animatronic infront of him. But when he received no response he looked back at it. “Can you hear me?” He asked again receiving no response. Freddy felt horrible about seeing his new friend in this state. This was their most vulnerable state and Freddy felt out of class standing here. He quickly looked around the room and saw a small work bench in the corner. It had a variety of papers sprawled out on it and his ever curious mind compelled him to take a peek. “I hope you do not mind if I look at these.”
‘(Y/N) the Kangaroos safari adventure!’
Read the first paper that caught Freddy’s attention it appeared to be a sketch of an unreleased poster. Reading further it stated that with a purchase of a VIP ticket (y/n) would act as a tour guide for guests and have her own section in the plex. Looking over more sketches he saw that the small coffee shop that had recently been closed for renovations would now be known as (y/n)‘a rainforest cafe. The sketches of what the inside of the cafe will look like where beautiful. With painting of Trees and wild life.
Moving on from the first layer of papers Freddy reached for a sketch of what he assumed was her blueprints.
‘(Y/n) the kangaroo rework.’
There was an extensive log of what all repairs and replacements had been preformed. So she wasn’t new, just reworked. That’s okay! She’s still new to them.
Some notable new features where:
‘Large durable tail- holds up to 400 pounds.’ ‘Balancing stabilizer in tail - stabilizing body when held on tail’ ‘Special stomach pouch - hold birthday presents, maps, books ect’ ‘excellent hearing’ ‘spring action leg enhancements- high plate firm jumps’ ‘caring nature’
What really caught his attention was the sketches of what you where going to look like. Your fur would be a natural tan color with a stomach patch of light shade of tan. Freddy couldn’t help but find the pink hearts sprinkled around your design to be utterly adorable. Heck even your nose was in the shape of a heart. Your outfit was very simple with the most distinct feature being a large sun hat with a pink ribbon around it, of course it had giant ear holes to accommodate your large ears, and a faded green blouse. Smaller details in the finer notes stated that you would have three sets of hoop earring similar to what Freddy had. The standard body heaters like everyone else had (which make for amazing hugs).
Freddy was started by a sound coming from behind him.
“Processing… processing… processing” it sounds like you regained your voice box functions. Freddy felt an immense amount of guilt. You’ve been reseat…. An animatronics worst fear.
“I’m so sorry little rockstar. I hope this new start is better for you.” With that Freddy left.
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Human AU, where the glamrocks are just college students that work at the mega pizzaplex for some extra pocket money. So one shift while just cleaning while families dine and celebrate they lay their eyes on reader whos just there to celebrate their younger siblings birthday. And they just go into simp mode. They just go into simp mode and maybe even ask reader for their number 😏
lets GOOOOOO!! Pairing(s): Gamlrock Chica x reader, Glamrock Freddy x reader, Montgomery x reader, Roxanne x reader Word Count: 0.7k Pronouns: not mentioned
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Freddy, Chica, Roxanne, and Montgomery were a group of middle school friends. They all ended up going to the same college, wanting to get their base credits out the way. Something all of them wanted to do was find a way to get some extra cash in their pockets. 
“I think the pizzaplex down the street is hiring,” Roxy said, looking up from her phone and showing the rest of the group. Chica, Monty, and Freddy all glanced at the phone. Monty laughed “That’s the same place I was kicked out of at twelve, it would be ironic if I worked there-” he said returning his focus to the guitar that was gifted to him for getting into a college. Chica and Freddy both rolled their eyes. “We need the money though. I say we take it,” Freddy spoke. Chica nodded in agreement. So, the four would go through the hiring process, eventually getting hired as a server (Chica), day time guards (Roxanne & Monty) and clean up staff (Freddy).
Glamrock Freddy:
❥ When laying eyes on you for the first time, his chest fluttered with butterflies and love. He just knew he had to get to know you one way or another. ❥ Despite you obviously sticking out like a sore thumb, it was so nice to see you interact with your sibling even though you were basically his age. You obviously didn’t belong in a pizzaplex that celebrates children’s birthday parties and entertains children. ❥ Eventually, he would approach and helplessly flirt with you, the amount of compliments you received causing you to be endlessly flattered. ❥ Soon though, Freddy had to return to cleaning tables and sweeping floors, but of course he didn’t leave you alone for long. He often asked if you guys were ‘done with your plates’ or ‘needed a new glass’ ❥ Definitely scored your number by the end of the day. :) Glamrock Chica:
❥ She nearly dropped her notepad when she made eye contact with you. It was one of those ‘sorry for my little sibling’s actions’ but oh my god did you have the most perfect shade of (YourEyeColor) known to mankind. ❥ Chica explained how your sibling was one of the more tame little kids she had encountered today, and that you shouldn’t feel bad about his joyfulness to get some (weird ass) pizza. You couldn’t help but feel a bit better about your sibling’s yelling and jumping in his seat. ❥ LOTS of flirting between you two !! ❥ She would make little remarks about your eyes or how gorgeous you looked today and how she hope your food is well. Just normal things, right? Just the usual! ❥ She manages to score your number before you leave ;)
Montgomery:
❥ Oh my god, laying eyes on you was like… magic? Fate? Destiny? Everything good that could happen to him that day, happened to him. ❥ He would approach you, smoothly try to slide into conversation but it was mostly just ‘hey girl, come here often?’ and poor you ‘well, yeah, kind of. my sibling likes it here–’ so it totally backfired on the poor gator man. ❥ He just laughed and acted like your response was normal and he kept on with his flirting. ❥ Monty doesn’t care about his job right now, there’s a very nice and stunning person in front of him right now. So of course he threw all his work onto Roxy, and just spoke to you. He focused on the kids, sure, made sure there was no sneaky business going on– but his main focus was definitely you. ❥ Totally forgot to ask for your number before you left :(
Roxanne:
❥ She panicked  for a moment. It wasn’t until Monty pushed her into you- physically into you- that you guys began talking lololol ❥ You were just so alluring to her, she couldn’t even muster a word out of her narcissistic mouth for a fat second. “Sorry, my asshole friend pushed me-” she said, pointing toward the laughing Monty. you would say it was fine and conversation would start off there ❥ She would go all in, compliments GALORE! ❥ You two would talk on her break because she did go back to work, but you would introduce your sibling to her and she would introduce you to Monty, so the four of you all kinda hung out for 20 mins lol ❥ She managed to get your number before you left <3
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One more drink IX. - Pierre Gasly series
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Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader
warning: swearing, language, alcohol usage, smut
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In the morning I woke up earlier then I usually do on my free days, but Pierre was nowhere to be found. I sat up in the huge bed rubbing the sleepyness from my eyes.
On the edge of the bed close to the coffee table,there were a serving plate with a coffee mug, and few pastries next to it. I walked closer to the tray and poured a cup of coffee for myself. "Jó reggelt! Good morning I went training, I'll be back around 8. :) I asked roomservice to bring you breakfast and coffee so you won't be grumpy when I'm back ;) " I laughed at the note as I grabbed one of the pastry and took a bite of it as I walked out to the balcony. I sat down on the outdoor furniture and lighted a cigarette. I checked my notificationson my phone. A few text from my brothers that I have answered back and a few additional one from my besties in our groupchat.
Viki ♥ "Hey babes, how is it in Belgium?"
Roxy ♥ "Hope you have had crumpled the sheet with that french delicacy ;)"
I laughed up at the text and typed back an answer.
"A lady don't kiss and tell ;)"
I opened Instagram and checked a few of my friend's intastories and as I was scrolling down on the feed I get found a F1 related page with some pictures, and a text on it.
"Pierre Gasly might be seeing someone?" said the text and my finger was hovering over the link. I was scared to click on it. I did not know what to expect, maybe someone took a picture of us back in Budapest or maybe when we were in Greece? Putting my anxiety on the side I clicked on the link on the picture and it opened an article.
"The french driver was spotted with a girl during his holiday with his friends and family in Ibiza, Spain. The alleged infos says that the 18 years old modell had been spending some time with Gasly and even with the Gasly family on their yacht. She is the same modell who was seen with Pierre in the beginning of the year at one of the clubs after he broke up with his previous girlfriend. Fans who were in Ibiza too at that time states that they have seen the modell and the driver spending days together, and they seemed they have had a great time. We have tried to contact with both sides but we don't have any additional information about this yet." I frowned as I was reading the article, I did not want to jump into conclusions and this article really seemed like it was just for sterring the pot. Gossip pages are loving to be on the celebrities asses all the time and making up fake stories. I knew that he was not seeing anyone else, or at least I assumed. I swallowed down the bitter taste in my mouth and I tried to put aside all my worried and closed the page, when the balcony door opened and Pierre's head appeared.
"Seems like you have found your breakfast." He smiled at me and walked closer to lean down and give a kiss on the top of my head. "We have to leave in like 30 minutes. Do you think you can get ready?" I looked up at him from the phone and nodded.
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We have arrived at the track later that morning. Pierre's PR manager gave me a VIP visitor pass as we walked closer to the gate. They were having a conversation infront of me about the upcoming interviews and how will the schedule look like for the weekend. I did not want to interrupt their converstaion so I was looking around quietly in the area of the paddock.
"I have to go for a meeting now. Fabiana will come with me too, but after that she can show you around if you would like to." Pierre walked closer to me and snaked his arm around my waist when we reached the motorhome and went inside of the building.
"Sure no problem, I can occupy myself." I smiled up at him and I looked at her PR manager with a warm smile. "Please Fabiana, just do your own things. I'll be fine alone. " I went on my tiptoes as I kiss Pierre's cheek and stepped away from his embrace. "You can call me and I will come back. I will just go outside I have some phone calls to do about the bar.” I smiled at them and opened the office door and I headed to the auditorium and sat down one of the benches.
I was dealing with some business phone calls about orders, and payments when Pierre came back and sat down next to me. I smiled at him and asked for a minute which he just answered with a small smile and a nod. I kept the conversation short because I did not want him to wait a lot for me, so after ending the call I shoved my phone into my small bag next to me.
“I wanted to ask you about if you would like to walk out to the track with me? My team will come too, but I have to do something out there. And thought you might want to come as well.”
“Yea sure, just checking if the circumstances are ok on the track?”
“Kind of yes. And I have to go to one of the part of the tracks.” He smiled sadly at me and stood up. He got his hold on a big bouquet of flowers as we were walking up on the hill of the track. The whole team was comming along chatting and sharing a few laugh. Pierre slowed down when we reached a point of the track and that’s when it hit me. This is where Antoine’s accident happened. The feeling of sadness and anixiety waved through my body as I was watching him. He was standing there looking at the barriers without moving. I took a small step closer to him and glided my hand up on his back till the space between his shoulder blades and he looked back at me.
“Can you please come closer with me?” He whispered.
“Of course” I nodded as I stepped next to him and started to walk closer, just when we were a few steps away from the barrier I stopped. He walked closer and bent down, placing the bouquet on the foot of the barrier. I felt the lump in my throat forming as the memory of the crash’s picture slides back in my mind with the sight of Pierre remembering his friend in here. I was waiting for him patiently in silence hugging myself as he wind picked up and I got shivers from the cold, as he was looking up in the sky murmuring something. Everyone knew really well that this sport is dangerous. Thanks to all the safety precautions it got better, but still it was an extreme sport. And you never knew when an accident can happen or if it’s happening what will the outcome be of it.
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I spent the rest of the day while Pierre was having his meetings and media duties in the garage, watching the mechanics walking around, preparing the car, checking it if it’s up for tomorrow’s free practice. It was fascinating, how they could work synchronised at that car which has so many small part to it, with tiny sensors and screws. I was hovering over the driver seat looking at the inside of the car. I have never been this close to an F1 car.
“Do you want to try and sit in it?” He whispered in my ears which caused me jump in surprise. I turned my head to his way looking at him surprised. “Come, take off your shoes and I will help you in.” He stepped aside and placed a small step next to the car. I grabbed on his hand as I was trying to get myself in the car.
“Jesus, I have not realised till now that you have such a small waist and ass. I can nearly fit mine in this seat.” I giggled as I was lowering myself in the seat. I have seen pictures o the structure of the seats, and how they are really just custom made, but that thing was tiny, and not the most comfortable seat. I tried to push the pedals with my leg but they were way too far away. “I can’t even reach the pedals.” I struggled pushing my legs further but it got stuck between the place of the wheel and the body of the car.
“It was not made for your short legs.” He chuckled as he placed his arms on the side of the car and laid his chin on it.
“I have always wanted to try what would it feel like to go 200 km/h in a race car.” I was gliding my fingers on the inside of the car, over the steering wheel with those hundreds of different buttons. "It's incredible that you guys know which buttons you have to push or adjust when you are driving that fast."
“We can ask Red Bull next time to have a round in there three seated one. “
“Really? You would do that? “ I beamed at him excited.
“Of course, chérie. “ he got up and helped me out of the car. “I would do many things for you.” He smiled down at me. I put my arms around his neck and I was trying to get on my tiptoes to peck on his lips, when he stepped out of my embrace. I looked at him confused look on my face furrowing my brows, he just grabbed my hand and started to pull me after him to his drivers room. “ I have to talk you about something. And I don’t want you to freak out.” Started to speak when he closed the door behind him.
“This is not the best way to start a conversation. “ I furrowed my brows as I took my hand out of his and crossed both of my arms in front of my chest.
“Okay so, I have had a meeting. And on that they were talking about some imagines circles on the internet” he started scratching the back of his neck.
“Yea, I know about them. Saw them too in the morning.” I leaned back at the door looking straight into his eyes. “And I have a feeling that I won’t like the explanation for it, or even what was the meeting about.”
“Okay, let’s start again. What have you seen?” He sat down at the couch.
“You with a girl. Stating that you are probably seeing somone. In that article they showed a beautiful model, that everyone has been already shipping since you broke up with your ex. Stating she had spent the days with your family on the yacht and also she had spent some times with you as well.” I tried everything not to sound sour about it but I was terribly failing. I started my bad habit, scratching the back of my hand as I was waiting for him to answer.
“Okay first thing first. I want to clear it for you too because I can see that you are anxious about and you are scratching your hand again”he pointed at my hand that I immediately put it behind my back but did not stop with torturing my skins. The thing that he has actually acknowledge that I was anxious about someting and pointed on my habit made it much worse. ” I’m not seeing anyone else. Second yes, that is true that she was there in Ibiza, but she was actually meeting with one of my cousins. They got really close and they have been seeing each other for a few month now.“ I let out a shaky breath and sinking back at the door. “The thing is that I can’t throw them under the bus coming out saying what the truth is because she will be torn in to piece by the fans and she can't loose branddeals aso at her agency, so I have to wait and lay low till this dies down. Until that time, and it will be a torture for me as well. No one can see the two of us.”pointing back and forth between us”Close together. So that means I can’t hold your hand.” He got up from the couch walked closer to the door, ans grabbed my hands from behind and started to caress my bruised hands.” I can’t hug you. And the worst part of all. I can’t kiss you.”he lowered his head and he was just a few inches away from my lips.” And it drives me crazy. But I need just a little bit of a time. Maybe this weekend will be enough or max a week.”
“Okay.” I breathed out the words as I was still looking at those blue orbs. “But no one is in here to see us soooooo….” I started an he giggled back at home before he cupped my cheeks and kissed me deeply. I moaned into the the kiss because of the sudden movement of his.
“In here and in the hotel I can do whatever I want with you. And ma belle. There are so many things I want to do with you .” He murmured in my lips as his fingers was caressing my cheek. My heart was pounding hard because his words. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“That I have to hide you in some ways.” He was frowning and I continued to play with his hair in the back. “I would like to show around my beautiful girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend huh?” I asked back with a small giggle. Blush was creeping up on my face. I thought that we are just not a casual thing, but hearing it from him was a diffent thing. I stepped out of his embrace” It’s okay. I will be the best secret girlfriend on the grid. I’ll be like a ninja.” I walked away from him trying to imitate the best way I can sneak around, but I ended up stumble over his backpack and nearly face planted the floor before I grabbed the edge of the table stableing myself. Pierre was laughing loudly at the scene. “It was totally intensional!” I pointed back at him and started to laugh with him.
For the rest of the day he had other meetings with the PR team also had a long meeting about the strategy so I ended up going back to the hotel with Fabiana. It was already past after seven when Pierre sent me a text saying he don’t know when his meeting will be finished with, but due to his schedule he had dinner already and I should order room service or go down to the restaurant and have something to eat. I ended up ordering some pizza on room service and ate it sitting outside on the balcony. After today I felt really tired so I went to take a quick shower and got into bed and turned the TV on. I was watching some stupid sitcom when my phone started to ring.
🧡Roxy🧡
“Tell us everything” she started to speak before I even said anything in the phone.
“Hi girls. I miss you guys too. I’m fine thanks for asking.” I said ironically
“Oh cut that bullshit! We know you miss us and that you are good. “I can hear that she was rolling her eyes. “We want to know about last night!”
“What was not understandable about ladies don’t kiss and tell?” I asked back laughing.
“Yea but we know each other since we are six and we have talk about this kind of things many times before so spit it!”
“We did not have sex.” I started.” But we did other things.” I felt like I was fifteen again gossiping about a guy with my friends.
“Ooohh” they squealed on the other side of the phone. “How was it? Is he as good as he seems to be? Because that guy looks like he knows really well what to do with a woman”
“I was pretty satisfied to be honest.” I giggled and I heard to front door to open. “He is back guys, I have to go now.”
“Go get him!” Roxy screamed before I ended the call
“Was it Roxy screaming somewhere?” Pierre asked while he was zipping down his team jersey. “Or my mind playing tricks with me because I’m that tired.” He dropped his jersey down on the chair next to the vanity desk and walked closer to the bed and bent down.”Hey beautiful.” He kissed me on the forehead.
“Bonsoir. And yes I was on a phone with them so you are not hallucinating.” I beamed as I looked up at him and he gave a peck on my lips. “Take a quick shower and let’s sleep tomorrow will be a big day.” I caressed his cheek. His eyes were red from the tiredness and he had big circles under his eyes. He looked worn out. He just nodded and headed to the bathroom but started to get rid of his clothes before he reached the bathroom door. He leaned back from the door looking at my with that mischiveous flirty smile that could make my heart beat faster and heat rising up in my body.
”Monsieur! It’s way after 10 pm and tomorrow you have free practices. No funny business!” I pointed my finger at him before he stared to pull his boxers down. I just earned a laugh from him before he disappeared in the bathroom.
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The free practice and the qualification went away quickly and we were standing at the entrance of the track on the race day.
I was scanning my key card down following the others to the motorhome when a small woman grabbed Pierre’s arm from behind. He turned surprised and his faces softened when he laid eyes on the woman.
“Maman!” He pulled her closer in to a tight hug with a huge grin on his face. “J’ai pensé que tu arriverais plus tard. I thought you will arrive later."
“J’ai voulais tu surprendre. I wanted to surprise you.” She smiled up at him
“Viens, je veux que tu rencontres quelqu’un. Come I want you to meet with someone.” He grabbed her hand and started to pull her mum to the way I was standing in the back of the garage. “Mum this is Gina.”
“Oh the little fille you have been talking about the whole vacation!”she clapped her hand together before she grabbed my hand and squeezed it
“Maman!”Pierre tried to scold her mum, his ears were red from the heat rising up in his face. I smiled at the woman warmly.
“Hi Madame Gasly. C’est un plaisir rencontre avec vous.  It's really lovely to meet you“ I mumbled the sentence out in French
“Oh and she speaks French too.” She beamed at me and pulled me closer to a hug. I was surprised by her friendly approach but I happily hugged her back while locking my eyes on Pierre’s face while he was smiling.
“I have to leave the two of you now. I have to go for a little stretching before the parade. Don’t gossip about me that much Maman!” He pointed he finger at her mum before looked at me and winked. He extended his hand out with his pinky pointing at me and I hooked my pinky around his. It was a thing we started to do on this weekend due to the fact that the PR team was still breathing on his neck just as much as the media. So instead of having any physical closeness we started to grab on each other’s pinky. It was my idea actually, I used to do this with my brother’s back in the day, especially with my oldest one before he went on a mission with the military.
We went to the furthest corner of the garage with his mum grabbing one headphones each as we were watching the garage to get ready. Pierre had to start from the pit so he got warmed up in his drivers room after the parade and we only seen him next when he walked out already in his racing gear and his helmet. He stepped closer to us hugged his mother and extended his pinky out for me. I looked deeply in his eyes as I grabbed on his pinky.
“Good luck Pedro” I joked with him and I could see he was chuckling because his shoulders were going up and down. “Be careful okay? And come back to me in one piece!” He nodded before he squeezed my finger one more time and let go of my hand and walked back to his car. His visor was still up so before he climbed in the car he looked at our way and winked. I watched him getting in the car with a dumb smile on my face.
I was scratching my hand anxiously through the whole race. Pierre was having a really good race. When he was trying to overtake Vettel his mum grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. I looked at her and she was looking back at me with a reassuring smile on her face. We held hands during the whole race after it. When he crossed the checkered flag and finished at P12 the mechanic in the garage hugged each other just as Pierre’s mum grabbed on my waist and pulled me closer to her.
“Good 100th race Gasly.” I smiled at him as I opened the door of his drivers room and walked in. He was already changing from his racing gear to his team clothes, but he was just about to put on his T-shirt. He dropped the shirt back on the couch and grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to his body. “I wanted to go there when you came back but there were too many cameras. ” hugged him tightly as I laid my head on his chest. “You were amazing.”I looked up at him.”
“Thank you Chérie.” He smiled and kissed me on the lips. “You have to come my other races too, because I think that pinky thing is my new lucky charm.” He smirked as he held up his pinky as a reference. I giggled an nozzles my head in his warm chest.
“I will go back to the hotel with your mum. She suggested we should have a dinner together. Hope it’s okay I said yes to it.” I stepped out of his embrace letting him to put his shirt on.
“Sure, it’s a good idea. But I still want to celebrate my 100th race with just you later.” I leaned closer and my heart started bear faster. “And not just in the shower.” He winked at me with a mischievous grin on his lips. I started to feel that heat is rising up on my face and the tip of my ears started to burn at the thought of the other night we have shared in the bathroom.
We agreed on having a dinner at seven and I was waiting at the entrance of the hotel’s restaurant waiting for Pierre and his mum. I choose that emerald green dress that I have worn in Greece the first night I have met with Pierre on my vacation. But under I have chosen on of my sexiest underwear a black lacy set which did not left that many things for imagination.
“Where is Pierre?” His mum asked as she arrived at the entrance also.
“He texted me that he just got back so he will take a shower and meet us in here. Suggested we can go inside if we want to.” She snaked her arm in mine as she was walking me down to the restaurant.
“Let’s have a glass of wine until. I know my son, it takes a long time till he will get ready. And I alo want to get to know you, he was talking about you a lot. And I want to learn somethings about the lady who twisted my son's head that much” I giggled at her comment as we found our reserved table. We were on our third glass when Pierre appeared at our table, breaking the constant chatting and laughing with his mum. She was a lovely lady who was interested about all the thing I was telling her. Asking about my brothers and our lives back in Hungary. She was telling me all the stories about the boys, about Pierre and his karting days.
“Seems like you guys have fun.” He smiled at us as he took a seat next to me. “You two look beautiful!
“She is a lovely girl. All the things you were saying about how incredible and perfect she is, was all true, my son.” She tilted her glass to the way of his son with a grin on her face. I blushed at her comment and I looked at my glass, swirling the white wine in it. Pierre slide his palm over my thigh and gave it a little squeeze under the table as he looked me in the eye.
“I told you I was not lying.” He winked at me before turning back to his mum. For the whole dinner when we were not eating his hand were on my thigh, drawing different shapes on the insides. First his fingers were close to my knees as he was caressing my skin of my knee but through the dinner his fingers wondered up. Sometimes pinching on my skin which made me squirm for a few times. I tried my best to keep it together because his mother was sitting on the other side of the table. She definitely had an idea about what was going on with us because as soon as we finished with our dinner she quickly drunk the leftover wine from her glass and excuses herself stating she was feeling tired.
“Have I mentioned it that you look incredible?” Pierre was whispering in my neck while we were standing in the elevator.
“Yes a few times.” I giggled at the feeling of his breath tickling my neck.
“Gyönyörű vagy You are beautiful ” he stated with a broken accent and the breath got stuck in my throat. I have caught him a few times hovering over Google translate, writing down some words in my language but never said other things to me just easy greetings like hello, good bye and things like this. His hands were wandering all her my body trying to touch every part of me. I opened the hotel’s door and he pushed me straight in. He grabbed my by the waist and turned me around and kissed me hungrily pushing me against one of the wardrobe’s door. His mouth was fighting for dominance with mine as he deepened the kiss, exploring every corner in my mouth with his tongue. I moaned on the sudden feeling when he grabbed on my ass and started to lift up my dress. He threw it somewhere away in the room before stepping back and looked at my body. “Putain…” he breathed out as his eyes were roaming up and down on my body. He twirled me around slowly, eying every part of me. When my back was facing him he slapped on my butt and I let out a small scream.
“You like what you see?” I looked back at him with a teasing grin as I was wiggling my butt.
“You look so hot. I don’t know if I want you to just lay down on the bed in this lingère so I can watch you more and kiss every part of your body worshiping everything on you or should I undress you slowly. Or should I just don’t give a fuck and tear that bite size underwear of you.” He grabbed on his chin playing with his beard as he was contemplating his choices. “But I want to see this piece later so I won’t tear it but I won’t take it slowly off you either because I want to see you naked.” He stepped closer, and my hands sliding up and down on his chest till I grabbed the both sides of his shirt around his collar and ripped it apart. Buttons were flying everywhere and I looked up innocently at him.
“Ops. I think you have to rip my panties off me so we can be equal.” I winked at him before I started to kiss my way up from his perfectly shaped abs to the way on his chest until I reached his neck. He grabbed me on my waist ans breathed out heavily. He lifted me up and throw me down on the bed. I squealed when my back came in contact with the mattress. He did not waist any minute and got on his knees by the end of the bed grabbed on the side of my panties and started to kiss the inner thighs. I was a soaking mess at that time and my core was burning and throbbing. I was moving a lot under him trying to force my clothed pussy closer to his face. He laid kisses over my clothed core which I rewarded with some moans and sighs.
“Chérie you are dripping wet.” His hands were grabbing on my tits through the bra that I was still having on.
“Please Pierre” I breathed out “I’m so wet just for you. But please stop teasing” I whined as his fingers hooked on the band of my panties and pulled it down. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to the end of the bed. Peppering some open mouthed kisses till he reach my dripping crotch. First he kissed around it and then laid some kisses on before dipping his tongue between my folds. A loud moan escaped from my lips as I arched my back and lifted my waist up so I can have as much of the contact as possible but he was prepared and grabbed on my waist and hold me down. He was sucking and biting on my clit as one of his finger went inside me. I ran my fingers through his hair and as the pleasure started to build up my hold got stronger in his hair. My mind stopped working, I was just squirming and moaning mess. The familiar feeling in my lower stomach started to form as he added a second finger in. “Pierre….. I’m so close” I breathed out.
“I know baby, just let it go.” He raised his head up to look in my eyes before dived back between my thighs and started to work on me again. I let out a loud moan mixed with saying out his name as I came. He laid a few kisses on my wet core before started to kiss his way up to my face. “I could listen to your moaning and they way you sound when you cum all day.” He murmured as he reached my face. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips which turned me on more even though I thought it’s not possible. I grabbed on the band of his boxers and started to pull it down eagerly. “Mon ange, where is the rush?” He chuckled and get up from the bed and pulled down his underwear and stepped out of it before bent over me again. He kneeled between my legs and caress my cheeks. "Do I need to get a condom or.....?"
"I can't take a pill, so yea" I breathed out and he nodded and went to his suitcase and take one out before he rolled it on himself. He positioned himself between my legs and before pushing himself in me, he bent down and kissed my lips.
"If you need to stop, just let me know okay?" He looked deep in my eyes and waited for my answer. I just nodded and smashed my lips onto his while he pushed himself between my fold. The well known feeling of the pleasurable stretching took my breath away, and I dug my nails into his shoulders as I moaned into his mouth. "Putain, you are so thight." he growled and breathed heavily as he stopped for a few times before sliding in more. I slided my hand between us to the way of my clit to start circle on my clit to help with the pain and turn it into more pleasure. He started to move slowly as he was kissing and sucking on my neck.
"Please, faster." That was the only thing that could come out of my mouth. My mind was on full ecstasy, I was scraping my nails through his back. The only thing was on my mind on repeat was his name. He picked up the pace and now he was slamming into me in a deep and fast rythme. “God.. you are so good” I could feel that I was going down on the road of my second orgasm, but with him with that pace I could see he was getting closer also. All it take were a few moves and I was screaming in pleasure while I came over his dick. And it did not take longer for him too before I felt him twitching inside me and with a loud grunt he closed his eyes and let his head fall in the crook of my neck. He tried to hold himself up on his arms as he laid down on my chest being careful not letting his whole weight on me.
We were panting heavily and I was caressing his back as he was still inside me. The room was filled with out heavy breath before I started to speak.
“I have never came two times before..” I whispered and he lifted up his head from my neck.
“Glad that I can be your first in this but now you just made yourself a challenge.” He smiled and continued as I was looking at him confused “I will try everything from now on to make you cum as many times as humanly possible.” He smirked before he kissed the tip of my nose.
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the-broken-truth · 3 years ago
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"Why Did You Run, Pup?" - Yandere Human Roxanne Wolf x College Reader
Broken Truth: Once again, @security-breach-imagines has delivered another amazing Yandere Roxanne Wolf Artwork but this time she's human and I got the idea for new fanfic! So, Let The Words Weave Together!!!
College Life was interesting at the most - sometimes dull and sometimes rather fascinating - but never really boring because something is always happening at the college. You were arriving at the college in your car, somehow managing to score a close spot to the [Course Choice] Building. You got out of your car, getting your backpack from the backseat, making sure everything was there before you began striding in the direction of the building when you noticed the crowd of people that were surrounding the stars of the campus - The Glamrocks.
The Glamrocks were a group of four friends that all had successful parents & were the campus' band for events: There was Freddy Fazbear - Son of the CEO of Fazbear Entertainments; he was seen as the leader of the group and was the biggest softie that was known around the campus. There was Freddy's Best Friend of over 10 years - Montgemry Gator, also known as Monty; his Father was the CEO of the Famous Gator Golf Course. After Monty was Chica, her parents ran a well-known pizzeria that happened to do business with Fazbear's Entertainment; she also had this weird habit of devouring large amounts of pizza but still looking thin because she works out so much to where it doesn't look like she eats anything but sweets and pizza. And then, there was her...
Roxanne Wolf
Her parents were the creators of the Roxy Raceway - a go-kart track that was named after Roxy for her 7th birthday but unlike the others, it wasn't as successful but it did get good business to make a profit. There was also something different about her, she was quiet around people and always looked at the ground like she was upset. You watched the Glamrocks' Crowd and noticed that most of the girls were talking to Freddy or Monty while the guys were trying to get with Chica about her family's secret to that amazing pizza, but no one was speaking to Roxy or even talking about her. It wasn't long before she rose for her seat and began walking in the direction of the Gym's Building, with a raised eyebrow, you followed behind her and waited for a while before going inside of the quiet gym...well, it wasn't completely quiet.
The silent sobs of the girl sitting on the bleachers with her hands covering her face. She was crying, you wondered as you walked over to her. You called out to Roxy, causing her to bark at you to leave but you decided to take a seat next to her before asking her what was wrong, when she saw that you didn't leave, she wiped her tears and began talking. She expressed how much she hated that everyone looked over her even though she was a member of the Glamrocks, always talking to the other 3 and looking over her or talking about her behind her back. She knew she was the best of all of them but no one else would speak to her about it and it made her angry. You raised an eyebrow and said...
"If you know that you are the best, why are you so consumed with caring about what other people think about you?"
She looked at you with wide amber eyes as you smiled at her before looking away with a slight blush on her face and a smile on her face as she ruffled the green bang in her hair with a chuckle. You both sat there, talking about random things before looking at the clock and seeing that you were almost late for class, you wished Roxanne a good day before running in the direction of the classroom building.
The next day, the same crowd was there was you pulled up in your car, but you didn't see Roxanne anywhere - was she in the gym again? You wondered before getting out of the car but then you heard your name being called from behind, you turned to see Roxy walking towards you with a smile on her face. You smiled at her before the two of you walked in the direction of the gym to have your conversations.
As time went on, the two of you got close...or rather, Roxanne got closer to you.
She was always waiting for you in the parking lot.
She would follow you everywhere she could if she didn't have classes with you.
She didn't like you hanging out with your friend and she would try to get you away from your friends.
When the Glamrocks began being friendly to you as thanks for being kind to Roxy, she was yell at them and take you away from them, telling you not to speak with them.
Then, it happened.
It was the night you ignored one of Roxanne's Calls to hang out with some friends at Chica's Pizza's Place - and you knew that if you answered that call, she was going to show up and take you away from them and the last time you saw her, you were yelled at for betraying her by talking to Chica and you yelled at her from being so clingy, she looked at you for a while before walking away; you hoped that you didn't upset her too long.
You left out the pizzeria and walked down the street, you decided to walk that night because you were close to the restaurant. You decided to pass through an alleyway when you noticed that your phone was binging, you reached into your phone before opening it to reach to messenger and there was a single message there.
You didn't listen to me.
That's when you heard quickened steps behind you, you began running to get away when you turned down the wrong alleyway and came to a dead-end, as you turned to run away in the other direction, you were knocked in the face, falling to the ground, pinned by a figure wearing a hoodie, jeans, a mask with gloves and boots.
"What?! Get off me, you..." You looked wide-eyed at the familiar green tuff of hair that was sticking out of the hoodie, "Roxanne?"
The figure snickered before sitting you your hips and reaching up to pull down the mask, showing Roxanne's face with a deep red blush creeping across her face.
"Why did you run, pup?" She purred at you.
"Why did I run?! Why are you dressed like that and why did you punch me?! Get off me, Roxanne." You demanded, struggling against her weight when you felt something cold around your wrist and the sound of several clicks, you looked to see that there was a handcuff ring around your wrist now. "What the..."
"You didn't listen to me, pup. I told you that I didn't want you talking to them. I didn't want you around them... I wanted to keep you all to myself because I deserve you and I am going to make sure that you stay with me." She handcuffed the other ring to her wrist as she locked her fingers into yours, "You are never gonna run away from me again, pup."
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idle-compy · 3 years ago
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s5 spoiler review ahead!!
Ok, so I didn't do a review while watching this time so we'll see how much I remember. Also, this is probably more of me talking about my favorite moments rather than a review
First of all, this season was so much better than 4. It actually developed the characters and focused on their relationships with each other. I loved the fact that the characters felt real. They were joking around, trying to have fun when it wasn't really the time. They were being kids. Also, so much more dinosaurs and so much less robots.
Yasammy canon?!?!?! I mean I knew it was gonna happen but when it happened?? Ya girl lost her mind. The kiss??? Absolutely spectacular. Sammy pretending like the didn't hear Yaz so she would repeat her confession?? They're secret "I love you" language?? I will never recover
And on that note, Ben being absolutely the perfect person for Yaz to go to about it. He knew exactly what to say and the scenes of him trying to get them together were so wholesome but also lowkey hilarious
And Ben in general?? Like they somehow took perfect s4 Ben and made him more perfect. Also that scene where Bumpy was going after him while controlled was insane. The way Ben was just going to accept his fate, but not blame Bumpy because she couldn't help it, and then she managed to break control of the chip so she wouldn't have to hurt him :'))
Also I'm so glad that Darius finally got to process and talk about his feeling with someone. Him lashing out at Kenji?? He has been way overdue for all that. I did appreciate that this season adressed the fact that he shoves his feelings down
Brand, Dave, and Roxie showing up early in the season was absolutely perfect. Even though it took them until the last episode to actually find them, I loved getting to watch the lead up to that. Also, Mae working with them was perfect
Mae was also a delight once again this season. The way she was willing to sacrifice herself to Nublar if it meant Mantah Corp not getting what they want. Absolutely iconic of her
Kenji's dad just kept getting more and more awful. Everything you think he couldn't get worse he did. It was hard to watch him lie and manipulate Kenji to get what he wanted. That showdown scene between him and Kenji at the plane?? He couldn't even tell his son he cared about him or that he loved him, and barely put up a fight to get Kenji on that plane before just leaving him there
I actually liked Kenji's development. Watching him slowly fall into this mold his father was making him into, working really hard just to make his dad happy, just to realize he cared about his business and his name more than his own child. The end where he realized he didn't really have parents anymore was painful
But, while it's depressing, he got a better family!!! Seeing Darius' mom take him in instantly made me cry so much
On that note, the reunions scenes!! When Darius and Brand saw each other again?? That's when my tears started and then didn't stop for the rest of the episode. Also seeing how excited Dave and Roxie got to see these kids they only knew for a week, and then the kids reuniting with their parents. I was just a sobbing mess by then
When it cut to grown Darius giving a speech, I just broke. He's grown so much!! And then Kenji was still there!! Living with him!! They're brothers!! And they we got to see the rest of the campfam??? Sammy and Yaz live together, Ben's off working alongside dinos with Mae, and Brooklynn's a detective?? Perfect. All of it. Except for Yaz, Sammy, and Ben's designs?? Yaz and Sammy just looked cheap (Sammy was still in the same shirt) and, I don't know, just wasn't really digging Ben's
Ok, now for some smaller things I loved that I can remember
Darius cried!! Three times!! Finally!!
"But have you ever though about that maybe you want be more than best friends?" "Um, Yaz. Bumpy's a dinosaur? I just don't think it would work"
Also Ben's awful accents?? Peak
Brands new jacket!!
I know I mentioned it above, BUT THE YASAMMY KISS?? I will never stop thinking about it
"I've been trying to tell you something all day just waiting for the perfect moment, but there are no perfect moments and even though I probably still smell like the tunnel and it looks like you have nothosaurus drool in your hair and Ben is standing right there... I can't wait another minute to tell you how I feel!!"
The kids creating a new watering hole for the dinos!! And they dived off the cliff into it!! And Yasammy jumped together!! Holding hands!!
The Nublar Six. That's all I'm gonna say
Ok this is all I can think of for now!! It will probably be updated throughout the day
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thesmokingguns · 4 years ago
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Tous Les Jours
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Requested: “Hii💖 can i request a fic where their s/o is in a band like baby metal and at first their like “how cute girls dancing to metal” but then they see how heavy it is and how much control they have over the crowd” I don’t know who requested this but I hope you like this. It was super fun to write!
“Salut, Salut, Salut! We are Les Petites Souris from Paris, France! Comment ça va, Los Angeles?” The crowd roared to life at the opening act. Dressed in feathers, bedazzled corsets, and fishnets it looked like Vegas showgirls and very out of place for the opening act to a rock and roll show. “This is our song Tous Les Jours!” Nikki looked up, confused from the bar where he was currently being bumped into by people trying to rush closer to the stage. Tommy and Vince both looked absolutely out of their minds excited besides him.
He had been promised to see the hottest band in LA at the moment and a huge competitor but what looked like three hot French Burlesque dancers were on stage. WHen the music started his eyes furrowed together. Heavy bass lines and drum beats mixed with great guitar riffs, and then they were singing. The lead singer was pretty blonde with long legs that she was using to do the Can-Can with her backup singers. BUt her voice was angelic. Nikki watched the three girls in their synchronized dance moves. The high energy of the girls were like a mix of pop stars on MTV and strippers. The way that they danced to their music, that was way heavier than he could imagine for them. He stood in almost shock as they performed, well TBone pretty much went nuts beside him.
They sang a few songs before the crowd started to get wild and try to surge forward. It was like a fight club as people pawed at the stage. Nikki felt like he was watching Beatles Mania happen. The lead singer finished her song, giving the crowd a look over that made them fall silent. Tommy elbowed him, in awe of the stage presence from the petite singer.
“Que faites-vous, mes amis?” she tsked at them and Nikki felt his eyes glued to her as she walked a few steps towards the crowd. The way her hand went to her hip and she looked out at them like she was scolding children, “This show is for everyone but we will not sing if you keep acting like this, d’accord?” though they didn’t know what she was saying they all agreed with her anyway. The way she smiled at the audience had them all cheering as she walked over and started dancing again.
Nikki loved watching the way the three girls bounced around the stage like they were just having a lot of fun. It didn't feel like they were acting but it also felt like a full performance. It was a gimmick but they could actually perform and all of them had great voices that sounded right over the heavy music. By the time that the show was ending he understood why the guys had wanted to come to see the band so badly. He was surprised at the end of the show when he was thinking about how he didn’t want it to end. He enjoyed watching the girls dance to the heavy music, their bright smiles, costumes bouncing at their silly moves, and the way they drew the crowd into them.
At the last song it got so loud he could see his whisky shake in the glass. The crowd was absolutely losing their minds for them. The girls all clasped hands bowing to them and giving them all waves as flowers, bras, and even what looked like a pair of boxers all made it up onto stage. The singer once more stepped forward waving at the crowd and trying to get them to quiet down so she could talk.
“Merci, mes amies. Once again we are Les Petites Souris. We are selling some merchandise in the back of the club. Hannah, wave your hands so they can see you, mon amour.” Nikki turned to see the girl waving her hand. “We also will be playing at The Roxy tomorrow night. You can find me at the bar before the set and buy me a few drinks, oui?” she smiled as there were catcalls and whistles from the crowd, “Merci, mes amies. Until tomorrow, bonne soiree.`` She departed the stage and it took a few minutes for people to realize they were done and not coming out for an encore.
It was crazy how the crowd was already leaving when they hadn't even been the main band for the night. Vince and Tommy were already finishing their drinks which the bassist knew meant they were going to try to head backstage to meet the new chick band on the club scene.
When they made it backstage they had no problem finding the dressing room since they had all played here before. T-Bone wanted to just walk in but they managed to restrain him as Nikki knocked. The door opened and there was the blonde, looking him up and down.
“Do I know you?” She asked and he smirked that her accent had been real and not just part of the show. Her eyes rolled away from him to the two men that were with them. He could hear someone say something to her in French and she responded lazily with a Hand wave.
“I’m Nikki Sixx, this is Vince and Tommy. We saw you play tonight and just wanted to invite you out.” Her eyebrow rose and she turned to look in the room of girls relaying the messages. Two heads poked it looking at the men and they were all chattering over each other in what seemed like a game of pick your date. Nikki felt the heavy blue eyes on him of the blonde.
“So you come to our dressing room after our show without flowers, without champagne, without anything about our show and you and tes sales amis want to take us out tonight? Tut-Tut, Monsieur Sixx.” She walked away from the door replaced with another blonde who was making eyes at Tommy.
“Do not pay Charlotte any mind. Come back in an hour, yes? We will be ready then.” She shut the door leaving the boys all standing around. Nikki told the boys he’d be back in a little bit leaving the club, feeling like he had a challenge ahead of him.
The hour passed and when then girls came out they were changed from their stage costumes to more casual jeans and leather jackets. Nikki handed Charlotte a bouquet of roses watching the way her eyes danced in amusement.
“Great show.” He said, a smile blooming over his face. He watched the way she cracked the flowers bringing them close and inhaling the sweet scent.
“Merci, Monsieur Sixx.” Her hand went to her forearm lacing their arms together as they headed out and into the waiting limo that the band had.
That night turned into six months later and the pair had been pretty much inseparable. Nikki would take out the French singer as often as possible. She basically lived at his house, throwing parties and laughing loudly with all his friends. The way she managed to get everyone to befriend her with almost the trance-like control she held on stage never stopped impressing him.
The cult-like following of the band had them headline large arenas  where seats were packed to watch the cute girls dance to the metal songs. Everyone seemed to forget they could perform with a full range or dance moves and musical talent until they were seeing it live. The way the girls were in cotton candy pastel burlesque outfits contrasted to the heavy metal playing in the background.
Nikki had seen them dozens of times, loving to support his girl, and still he would be sucked into their performance. The cute dance moves, the heavy music, and the sexy outfits all seem to add to the band. He loved watching them can-can to the heavy baselines and the elegance they brought to the music. Just like he was hooked on seeing them he was hooked on their lead singer.
Nikki had known after the first night when she pulled cognac from her purse to splash liberally in their coffee after dinner that she was the girl for him. She made them all feel like they were in the presence of something great and lifted them all up to feel great as well. He loved that when he was having jamming sessions to figure out new songs she’d pick up her guitar helping him come up with the melodies to his music. Or how she’d sing his lyrics and he could finish a song after she had hummed out a few lines. The chemistry they had was something he had dreamed of.
He knew he loved her and he planned to keep her around so that he could continue to love her. Tous les jours.
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justme-deh · 3 years ago
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"My princess"
I'll protect her
(Part 3)
-Human!Animatronics.
-Mentiong of death (not gore)
-sadness
-Monty as a father (the kid is a girl)
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In the way to buy pizza Gregory and Alice talk a little, the boy with brown hair was really curious about the new member of his little family.
She was one year younger that him, but she was capable of following and taking the lead of the games, and that was awesome.
Gregory and Alice became best friends in only 3 hours, everyone was really surprised for that, Gregory was a gremlin but he was a little antisocial, but Alice, they saw her talk to the cashier for like 5 minutes before they told her how cute she was and then gift her two lollipops.
"I'm pretty sure that she got that from Melissa" Roxy said with a little small smile while looking how that little girl run and playing tag your it with Gregory.
"yeah" Monty said, he was relieved for that, she would have to go to school sooner o later, so it was perfect that Alice already had a friend. "Melissa really loved to talk with everyone"
And with that they all go back to the studio to finish the new song.
It was almost 9pm when Alice look at the clock and then walk to where Monty was sitting in a couch while talking with his friends, she didn't said anything, just go in the couch.
"Is everything okay, princess?" Monty ask looking at her.
"Don't mind me" She said before hugging him and used the cap of her green and black Hoodie to cover her face, it was at that moment that Monty notices that her hoddie had little claws in the sleeve and eyes in the cap
"Aaaaaaaw" Chica said feelings her heart melt "she's so cute!"
"Babe, let her sleep" Roxy said looking at her girlfriend, she also thought that Alice was just to adorable but she knew that the little girl hadn't sleep since her mother die.
"I think is time to go home" Freddy said looking at the little girl that was literally buried in Monty's jacket.
"Yeah..." the bassist said looking at his daughter, he couldn't get over the fact that she found him comforting, but, it didn't feel wrong, he fell like he were some type of pillar for her, and that make him feel stronger "Okay princess, let go home"
He took her in his arms, he knew that outside it was cold, so he took of his jacket to put Alice in a Jacket burrito while she rest her head in his shoulder.
"Looks like she already stole your heart" Roxy said looking at Monty. "Even when you said you didn't like kids"
"I think so..." Monty look at the girl in his arms, the lawyer told him that there was no doubtthat Alice was his daughter. did he really help doing something so fragile and cute? Something special and so unique? Melissa would probably be the reason of that, and he needed to make sure that he didn't make Alice miss her more that she alreadydid "But to be honest, I'm just asking myself "what would Melissa do?" To make sure that this little one is okay, I know anything about being... well"
"A father?" Chica ask
"Yeah..." Monty said "I just think that Melissa would do a better job than me, I mean, she already knew everything about this little girl, so... maybe if I act how I think she would act, everything is going to be okay"
"That can work for the beginning" Freddy said taking Gregory in his arms, the little gremlin had also fallen asleep... but in the floor. "But sooner or later you need to ask what would you do, she needs to move on just as you also need it"
The travel to Monty's home was silent, he put the girl in the back seat to let her sleep and he drive all the way without music or someone to talk about everything that was going in his mind.
He was thinking what Freddy said...
"What I'll do for Alice?" He ask to himself looking at her in the mirror, she was hugging his jacket.
The little girl love milkshakes so maybe he could buy something to make those? Oh, he also need to make space for her in the house, he could put in the attic all of his collections and maybe going to theater classes would make her feel better?
He finally parked the car in front of his house and then look at the little girl, she look so in peace, he was sure that she feel safe, and he was the reason of that, even when they just meet that day, she not only found him comforting, she feel save with him, and that made him realize something
"I would fight the world for you, I'm not lettinganyonehurt you in anyway" He said feeling a strong emotion in his heart; he love his daughter. "You are my princess*
He let her rest in his bed, he knew that he would have to sleep in the sofa, but he didn't care.
Tomorrow he would bring Alice to a shop to buy her everything she need, he once read that when you are starting a new chapter in your life you need to have new things.
Once she was sleeping in the bed he look at the backpack and suitcases that Alice had, he need to put everything in order, that was until he notice a little notebook that was open, the curiosity took over him and he look inside.
There was a letter addressed to him, without thinking he opened while taking seat in the floor, the letter was from Melissa.
He read it fast, reading everything that she left for him make him shiver, it was like that woman had know what he would feel in the first day after meeting Alice, and he almost let go out a tear when be read the goodbye line:
"Please,promise me that you give to our beautiful daughter a goodnight kiss everynight for me"
"I promise, my queen" He feel tears forming in his eyes, thinking how different things would be if he had go after her the day they broke up, then he was able to hear a soft cry, for a moment he couldn't understand from where it was coming but then he realized and run to his room, he saw Alice crying and hugging his jacket.
"Hey, wake up princess, everything is fine" he said petting her hair until she finaly look at him.
"I saw mom, she told me that she love me, but that she couldn't stay, she leave me alone" she said crying "I miss her, I want her back!"
He look at her before hugging her.
"I'm sure that your mom miss you too" he said letting her cry in his shoulder "I can't replace her, but im here for you, my princess, you would never be alone"
"You promise?" She ask looking him in the eyes.
"I promise" he said kissing her forehead "now, go back to sleep, we have things to do tomorrow"
She laid down in the bed and he put the bedsheets over her.
"Sweet dreams, princess" he said petting his hair again.
"Ummmh... d-dad" She said making Monty froze for a second, it was the first time she call him that "can you please stay? I-Im afraid of the dark and I don't want to be alone"
He look at her, the little girl still had tears in her eyes, he couldn't said no.
"Okay, move a little" he ask and then he sit down "aren't you to old for not sleep alone?"
"Dad, I'm going to have 9 in November" she said.
"Well, you look older" he said joking with her while messing with her hair, she laughed "Now, go to sleep or tomorrow you would look like a old 90 lady"
"Okay dad" she said laying down in the bed before closing her eyes without letting go Monty's jacket.
He look at her, he didn't wanted to stop looking at his little princess, one part of him fear that if he fall asleep she would disappear, that everything was just a dream.
The sleep finally managed to defeat him, but the last thing he saw was the little girl reaching to hold his hand.
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sw124 · 3 years ago
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FNAF/SB: JitterBug AU
Cozy Club part2: New Member Initiation!
“Ok class remember, we all need to be on our very best behavior! You all have your partners correct?”
“Yes Mr.Clark..”
Volunteer day, there was nothing like it! Especially today since everyone was volunteering at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza-Plex! Gregory already knew where he was volunteering at, the Superstar Daycare! He already saw kids pairing up with friends but…noticed many of them were huddling close two a group of three kids, two boys and a girl. Apparently they came from rich families, or at least really popular ones. The girl, from what he could gather had parents who worked in fashion, the boys just came from old money. He recognized the boys when he got a look at their faces….they were the same ones that ruined Roxanne’s go-cart and kept her out of commission.
Needless to say, he was sure they weren’t going to be allowed back into the Raceway, it seemed the girl was their leader an they did everything she wanted, down to policing any kid that stepped out of line with her. He was very thankful he wasn’t in her class, there were some kids she particularly didn’t like and always had other kids ignore.
Then there was Patrick, a pudgy boy with thick red hair and freckles. He wasn’t fat, though many people thought he was. Gregory knew that this kid wasn’t fat, he was pure muscle, he knew cause one time he rolled his foot bad and Patrick carried him all the way to the nurses office with no effort.
If that wasn’t something, the kid was almost an identical match to Freddy…if Freddy was born as a human that is. The difference however was Patrick wasn’t afraid to show his strength when necessary, sure a bully could taunt him and pick on him all he wanted but if that bully went after someone else who couldn’t defend himself…well that bully would learn a very valuable lesson. He always got along with Patrick when they had projects together. But he hardly ever got to hang out with him outside of class but when he did work with him it always was nice.
So it was no surprise that he and Patrick were partnered up together, though Patrick seemed bummed out. Not cause he was with Gregory…it was cause the sign up sheet for Gator Golf was all filled up.
“That sucks…I was hoping to do some golfing…” Patrick sighed, Gregory patted his shoulder.
“Hey its ok, the Daycare is just as fun ya know.” Gregory was expecting his partner to counter with a usual retort but instead got a surprising response.
“Thats true...I do like helping out the little kids.” Patrick smiled, of course they weren’t going to be the only ones.
“Mr.Clark thats not fair! I got here before her an my name is at the top, why do I have to give up my spot to her?!”
Patrick and Gregory turned to see Cordelia, a classmate of there’s whom seemed to be the favorite target of the mean kids to harass, mostly cause she had two robotic legs she used to get around. They were always hidden by her overalls but that didn’t stop people from bugging her about it. Well it seemed that one of the bullies, the leader of them had muscled her out of the spot for Roxy Raceway. Or at least that what you’d think, Patrick and Gregory learned long ago that Cordelia’s parents were really protective of her…which was sad in so many ways, given they were the ones who made those legs she had.
Cordelia was almost a living embodiment of strength, she once punched one of the rich bullies for simply poking her prosthetic leg. She did get in trouble for that but given the circumstances she was let go with a warning, she never let anyone shove her around. She took charge of anything, she could shut down someone’s argument faster then anyone, she had deep ebony skin and her hair was pulled back into two braids that were pinned to the back of her head in a tight bun.
“I’m sorry Cordelia but your parents requested you go somewhere less stressful and the Daycare is the only-“
Cordelia threw her hands up and stormed away. “My parents can go suck lemons!”
Well that wasn’t a surprise. Given how protective her parents were, it seemed Cordelia was put in the same group as Gregory and Patrick. Now she never minded them, they always showed her respect…though Cordelia wouldn’t admit out loud but she did have a crush on Patrick. Given his laidback and sweet nature it wasn’t hard to see why, Gregory was a good kid to her and she liked he wasn’t afraid to ask about her prosthetics.
“Sarah muscled you out of the Raceway?” Asked Patrick.
“That an my stupid parents don’t want me anywhere thats ‘dangerous’ or something like that…its so stupid, all their going to do in there is pick up trash!”
There was more to it then that, at the end the kids who worked the hardest would get to meet the Glamrocks one on one and get a special gift from them. Of course Gregory knew what the gifts where, simple T-shirts from the gift shop, nothing really exciting.
“Hey, look in the bright side, your with us!” Said Patrick with a big smile, that was enough to get Cordelia smiling.
“Yeah, out of everyone here I’d rather be with you guys…so we’re going to the Daycare to look after little kids?” Cordelia groaned a little bit…but noted Gregory’s slight grin.
Soon Mr.Clark spoke up. “Ok kids listen up, you all will get a novelty Fazwatch that must be returned at the end of your volunteering. Remember, those who do a good job will receive a big prize at the end, there will only be two winners picked so do your best! Ok head out!”
The class scattered like little baby spiders from a nest, all accept Gregory, Patrick and Cordelia, they all simply walked.
Patrick spoke first. “So whats the game plan when we get there?”
“Simple, clean up, make sure the babies are fed then do whatever the staff needs us to do. We just need to play it cool and not get in their way…though I seriously hope they don’t expect us to change any diapers….eww..” Cordelia shivered, again noting Gregory’s grin.
“Whats got you grinning like that, you know something we don’t?” She gave Gregory a playful shove, though this earned her one back.
“Maybe, just wait an see.”
It was a bit of a walk from the entrance to the Daycare but it was a nice one, the trio happily joking and messing with each other. They entered the little waiting area where kids would deposit their shoes and slide down into the play area. Instantly Patrick and Cordelia noted there were no kids there, Gregory was already taking off his shoes and putting them in …a unique slot.
“Wait, Greg you seriously have your own place for your shoes?” Cordelia pointed to the little shoe slot decorated with stars and a picture of Freddy Fazbear.
“Guess the jigs up, my mom works here as a security guard an since she can’t get a babysitter I come here an help out; after hours that is.”
Gregory motioned for them to take their shoes off, he slipped them into the same cubby hole, it could hold two more shoes if allowed but this was enough. He then gestured them to the slide, he sat down first but paused and turned to them.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Your not gonna find many little kids today, at most your gonna see Jack and Susan the twins but Sun an Moon will be handling them. The reason is cause today most of the Daycare kids are old enough to experience the entire pizza plex, the only ones that aren’t old enough are the two kids I mentioned…their about two years old each.”
Gregory gave a thumbs up and slid down the slide, Cordelia looked at Patrick who gave her a similar look…both smiled widely, an entire place of the pizza plex to themselves! Cordelia went first, slingshotting herself down the winding tube. It was a huge surprise to land in a giant ball pit, Gregory was close to help her out. Patrick came shortly after, when he landed he was both surprised and ecstatic. He could have lived in that ball pit if he wanted but after a minute of romping around he followed his companions. They only made it a few feet before a familiar animatronic’s voice could be heard.
“Gregory!”
Patrick and Cordelia looked around, but all they got was a green blur and something diving into the ball pit. Gregory braced himself as he stood up and outstretched his arms, suddenly something shot up and wrapped itself around Gregory in a tight squeeze.
“Hey Clover! Told ya I’d be here, I brought some friends too!” he gestured to Cordelia and Patrick who were giving a confused stare at them.
“Clover, this is Patrick and Cordelia. Guys this is Clover, she’s one of the Daycare attendants and their lil’sis.”
Patrick smiled and extended his hand to greet her, though was surprised she was hiding behind Gregory..peeking out a little bit.
“Heh, she’s a little shy when around new people. Its ok, they’re really nice; Patrick especially.” Gregory gently motioned Clover to him…she hesitated but did take his hand and shake it.
“It’s really nice to meet you Clover, you have a really cool hat!” Said Patrick, he really seemed taken by the green animatronic.
The compliment was enough to break the ice. “Thank you! I love your shirt, its super cute!”
Patrick’s shirt consisted of a T-Rex with a toy robot claw, arms raised in triumph as the text read ‘I am unstoppable!’ All in bold white letters. Cordelia was next to introduce herself, extending her hand.
“Hey, nice to meet you Clover.” She shook Clover’s hand…but started to feel a tad nervous noticing that Clover staring at her legs.
“Yeah…there my-“
“Prosthetics that are are capable of walking and handling any task on your own, I’m well aware of that.”
Cordelia froze. “Wait…what?”
Clover continued. “Your legs are very well designed to handle running, jumping and basic motor functions. I see no reason that you’d need assistance in walking or getting around since you seem capable of doing it independently, if you do need help I’ll be glad to assist but only on your request!”
Gregory chuckled and turned to his friends, all sharing a very shocked expression.
“Clover here is designed for kids with special medical and physical needs, she can scan you and see any health problem you have. She knew already you had prosthetics but given you can move around find she won’t bother you with assistance…unless you ask.”
His friends were still staring when Clover started making her way out of the ball pit with Gregory, only snapping out of their trance when Gregory had climbed out. Gregory motioned them to follow as they made their way to Clover’s room on one side of the ball pit.
“Hey Clover where’s Sun an Moon?” Gregory looked around, now noticing the Daycare attendants absences.
“They’re in the theater with the twins watching a movie, it should be done in a bit. For now lets all get something to eat, from the looks of it the three of you haven’t eaten lunch!”
“Ain’t that the truth…” groaned Patrick.
Mr.Clark was an awesome teacher but tended to be a little absent minded at times, he forgot to tell the students to eat something before coming. But then again, the pizza plex probably was going to offer any of the volunteers some pizza for their hard work. Cordelia was expect that, Patrick as well; but Gregory knew one thing about Clover, its that she never served pizza.
“Wow, Clover this room is beautiful!” Patrick gawked at the room and the little kitchen.
Cordelia walked over to the kitchen table and picked up one of the plates “Bet kids have a lot of fun in here.”
“Oh careful that plates real, everything in the kitchen is real including the stove.” Said Gregory, this earned him another set of shocked stares from his two companions.
“Beg your pardon, what do you mean ‘everything is real’?” Asked Cordelia.
“I mean just that, everything in the kitchen is real. The stove is a real electric stove for cooking and those plates can break, Clover is designed also to be a cook for those who have restricted diets.” Said Gregory taking the plate from Cordelia, gently tapping it to the table showing it was not made of plastic.
“You mean we can really make stuff in here?!” Patrick was bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Are we allowed to make stuff or is it just Clover?”
Clover spoke up. “Members are free to use the kitchen as long as their careful but non-members are not allowed.”
“Members?”
Gregory chuckled. “Clover and I made a club called the ‘Cozy Club’ an those who are apart of the club can use the kitchen set as long as their careful and clean up after themselves.”
“Can I join!?” Asked Patrick, arm raised in the air.
Cordelia motioned him to calm down. “What exactly do you guys do in this club?”
“Well, mostly we help out in the Daycare, talk about our days, and do anything that makes us feel relaxed. Most of the time we just goof around and explore the pizza plex, granted this is mostly during the evening so the whole place is to ourselves.”
Well this was new, Cordelia wasn’t a stranger to clubs but the ones she was apart of were always for kids who had missing appendages and sometimes were babied…well at least the ones she was apart of. She stopped attending after making a fuss at one of them, other ‘clubs’ were mostly started by the popular or rich kids to get more people to do their bidding. This one did sound promising…an since it was made of people she knew…
She’d give it a shot.
“Ok how do you join, do we get our parents to sign something or…”
Clover waved her hand. “No, this club was made by Gregory an I so if you wanna join you just need to pass our initiation and your in.”
“An…initiation?”
That was a word Cordelia hated to hear, when she heard that it always meant doing something humiliating or something that got you or someone else in some serious trouble. She was about to back out when Patrick spoke up.
“What do we have to do?”
“Nothing serious, you just have to eat a four course meal in the dark.” Said Gregory, his tone seemed nonchalant.
“…That’s it?” Asked Cordelia.
“That’s it.” Said Gregory.
“I’m in!” Patrick squeaked, jumping up and down with excitement.
“Wow, didn’t know you were super into cooking.” Said Cordelia.
“I love baking actually, my dad runs a bakery on the otherside of town an sometimes provides the pizza plex with cakes. Mostly specialty ones that the pizza plex can’t do on their own.” Patrick got a bit bashful now, getting some shocked stares from Gregory and Cordelia.
“Wait, don’t tell me your dad is that awesome cake maker from ‘Wizards bakery’ down town is he?!” Asked Cordelia.
Patrick nodded, blushing a bit. “Yep thats my dad, the cake wizard himself..he taught me everything about baking and is teaching me how to make how to make frosting flowers. So far all I can do is make small rose buds, with practice though I’ll be making bouquets of all kinds!”
“Wow, I’m surrounded…guess I gotta spill the beans on my folks. My parents are robotic engineers who designed the legs I’m wearing, they also help out here with some of the animatronics from time to time.” Said Cordelia, this earned her some ooh’s and awe’s from the boys.
Soon Clover was putting something in the oven, she dusted her hands off and started pulling out the chairs, motioning everyone to sit down.
“If you two are still interested in joining the club please have a seat an we can begin, I’ve just put the main dish in the oven now.” Said Clover as she set out some tea cups.
Patrick took a seat instantly, happily clapping his hands with excitement. Gregory took his place while Cordelia hesitantly took a spot, Clover then proceeded to pour something to their cups from a a tea pot, it was white with clovers all over it.
“Using the new one huh?” Asked Gregory.
“Why wouldn’t I, its my new favorite!” Said Clover, resenting the pot to everyone.
Gregory chuckled. “Clover collects tea sets, its a hobby of hers.”
“Oh my grandma dose that too, she loves tea sets. She’s got some really unique looking ones too, next time I’ll bring pictures so you can see!” Patrick was over the moon, this was something out of his wildest dreams!
Suddenly the lights went out.
Clover spoke. “Stay calm, I just turned out the lights for our appetizers which are being served now. You must take at least one bite of each food presented in order to pass, please note I can see everyone of you and just so you know none of the foods are ‘wild’ or ‘gross’ if your worried about that. These are normal foods you’d be served at home or at any food establishment.”
“Well…as long as I’m not eating bugs I’m good.” Said Cordelia, feeling a bit relieved to hear that.
“Bugs are not on the menu nor will they ever be, its just food associated with the club.” Said Clover, they could hear the plates being set down. Cordelia reached and felt something rough…and hot, temperature wise.
She heard someone had bit into whatever was served, then heard Patrick sighing with content.
“Mmm pretzel stick with butter, this was defiantly made by my dad; I can so tell.” Said Patrick.
Cordelia felt it…broke it, sniffed it then took a bite…it really was just a soft pretzel stick with butter and salt. Needless to say it really did taste good, she ate the whole stick. Then came the second course, from what Cordelia could tell..it smelled sweet. She leaned in but jerked back when something touched her nose.
Clover giggled. “Careful there, though I’m not one to judge what people wear on their face nowadays.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” Cordelia chuckled back.
This time took a fork near her and dug in…it was a salad that was for sure but the dressing was something she never had before. It was sweet but savory, it was something unique…but then it hit her, she had this before! It was a ginger dressing, she had this once at a Japanese themed restaurant. She ate every last bite bit of the salad, it was good…but then came the main dish. She heard the oven door opening and instantly the smell hit her. It smelled like roasted cheese and other good things but couldn’t think of what it was.
“Alright everyone, main dish please be careful cause it is very hot. It just came out of the oven, blow on it before you put it in your mouth.” Clover set out the next plates.
“Oh its gratin isn’t it?” Said Patrick.
Cordelia blinked. “You know what is before even tasting it?”
“Yeah, my grandma’s specialty is gratin. She does variations of it too, my favorite is her potato gratin with asparagus and cherry tomatoes.” Patrick smiled, he took a spoon and blew on the treat.
He gingerly put the steaming hot food in his mouth, despite the lights being out he closed his eyes. He was transported back to his grandma’s kitchen, sitting in the old oak chairs she had. Spooning more of the dish into his mouth he could almost hear her his grandmother’s voice chatting away with grandpa or his dad. The only difference that brought him back to where his current location was the drink, usually he’d get a tall glass of milk or water with his food. His drink was a type of lemon tea with mint, it was delicious though.
“This is good!” Said Cordelia, again polishing the plate clean. Gregory agreed, though he was already use to Clover’s cooking.
“Alright when your done, the last dish is dessert an then you’ve passed the initiation!”
“I gotta say, as far as initiations go this one is by far the easiest and enjoyable I’ve ever experience willingly-“ Cordelia covered her mouth, she wished she didn’t say that.
“Guessing Sarah forced you to join a group of her’s once but kicked you out a moment later after completing one of her ‘tasks’ huh?” Asked Gregory.
“Who’s Sarah?” Asked Clover as she set out the last dish.
“She’s this snobby rich girl who likes running everything, if you don’t follow her your basically a ‘loser’ in her eyes. Nothings done without ‘her’ permission and she always has to be the first for everything.” Gregory growled, having been on the receiving end of one of her vicious remarks.
“Sarah…Sarah…she wouldn’t happen to be Sarah Nickelbock would she?” Asked Clover.
“Yeah..why you know her too?” Asked Gregory.
“Yes, she was one of the kids who’s banned permanently from both Fazerblast and Mazersise for their attitude and violent tempter. She has shown complete disregard to rules and respect for said rules, her parents did try to bribe her back into those attractions but they wouldn’t budge especially after she threw soda at Roxy one time cause she wouldn’t stay to sing to her personally.” Clover felt her hands tighten, she recalled the nasty things that girl said to Roxy, it was disgusting.
“She pretends to be miss perfect at school but everyone knows she’s a spoiled brat.” Cordelia didn’t hesitate picking up what was on the plate and taking a bite, though she did pause when she tasted it.
“Dang this taste good, what is it?”
“My guess its one of those cookies marketed as her, right?” Asked Gregory.
“Sort of, their my own variation. Instead of that raspberry goo they put in it I put in a honey lavender filling, the outside is more of a lemon macron cookie instead of the normal sugar variety. Personally the cookies they’re marketing with my image is just gross.” Clover sighed.
“These are amazing, honestly I’d be happy to have these instead of the other ones.” Said Cordelia taking another bite. Patrick didn’t say anything, he was too busy savoring the flavors.
“Alright, everyone has passed the initiation and now are inducted into the Cozy Club, congratulations!” Clover clapped her hands together as she turned on the lights.
Everyone winced, since they were plunged in darkness for a while it was expected. Though Patrick was still busy enjoying his dessert, Cordelia rubbed her eyes a bit and smiled.
“Alright, now that we’re apart of your ‘club’ whats the first order of business?” Cordelia leaned back against her chair, stretching her arms out.
Clover smiled and walked to her little closet, she started digging around before pulling out four bags. One had Gregory’s name already emblazoned on it but the other two didn’t, one was ‘Monty’ themed while the other was Roxanne themed. The fourth bag was decorated with little white flowers and had Clover’s name on it.
“First, we see if we need to clean up around here. After which our job is to go exploring the pizza plex and all its amenities, starting with Roxy Raceway…which should now be free of garbage. Roxanne has requested the ‘Cozy Club’ to help her test out some new go-carts!”
…..Oh yeah, Cordelia was gonna love this place.
End.
[The name Jitterbug came from a collaboration talk between myself and the talented @rainy-nomad please check out her channel as I’m basing Sun and Moon after her adorable versions of them. There’s more of the Cozy Club to come, stay tuned!]
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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years ago
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Lover, Lover, Set Me Free...
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A/n: I hope you like this! It’s been a while since I’ve written something like this! (not fully edited only partially edited) also i totally did not pull an all nighter to finish this hahaha.......
Requested by: @hannie-squirrel00​ (thank you for requesting lovely! Sry it took a while! I wanted to do it right! <3)
Warnings: cussing, slightly 18+ themes, POV switching
Word Count: 13k
Summary: Jisung is one of the biggest players on campus. When Hyunjin bets him that he can’t get into the coldest girl on campus’s pants, Y/n gets unknowingly thrown into the ordeal. While doing his best, Jisung unconsciously starts to fall for this girl who means more to him that he is willing to admit to anyone- even himself. 
Genre: Romance, angst, fluff, college!au, fuckboy!jisung, badboy!jisung, non-idol au
When did university become a popularity contest? Wasn’t the whole point to come and learn? Instead, I’m fighting tooth and nail to get a spot in the costuming program with bitches who don’t even know how to sew on a damn zipper. My hard work is being looked over while girls making googly eyes at my professor get top priority in class.
“Y/n, if you aren’t careful you’re gonna sew your finger to your garment again.” My best friend, Felix, said next to me. I shook myself out of my trance and sighed, turning off my sewing machine and running a hand through my hair. 
“Sorry, my head is just somewhere else.” 
Felix scoffed next to me as he focused on hemming a lavender-colored slip. “I’d be spacy too if I hadn’t gotten laid in a year.” He nudged my shoulder making me laugh.
“I’m sorry that I don’t need to have an active sex drive to get work done. Besides, guys are a waste of time.”
“I strongly disagree with that last statement.”
Felix smirked and pulled his garment off the machine. Despite many girls pining after him, it was quite obvious Felix was into guys. Well...obvious to everyone except the girls who kept buying him vodka martinis when we went out to drink.
“Seungmin and I were gonna go out for drinks. You wanna come?” My best friend said packing up his stuff. I looked back at the dress I was sewing, then Felix. He was pulling his best puppy dog eyes on me. 
“I will go tonight if you help me put boning in two corsets tomorrow.”
Felix grimaced. But I knew he would rather have a drinking buddy than have Seungmin leave him at the bar shitfaced. “Fine. But the first drink is on you.” I smiled and packed up my stuff, taking the garment with me. I could work on it back in my dorm tomorrow.
Felix happily dragged me out of the theatre department building and to the most popular campus bar on a Friday night. Seungmin was already seated at the bar nursing a beer when we arrived. Several people greeted Felix as we pushed through the crowded pub. “If it isn’t the famous Arctic Bitch!” I scowled hearing the name. Apparently, I had given myself quite a reputation without even trying.
Seungmin didn’t mean any harm by saying it. He just liked to poke fun at me. I bought Felix his first drink and the three of us shouted at each other over the loud music and voices in the bar. “Why is it so crowded tonight?” I shouted, frowning as someone elbowed me. 
“Apparently, 3RACHA decided to show up a couple hours ago.”
“WHAT? I call dibs on Changbin!” Felix shouted, his eyes going wide. I rolled my eyes and stole a sip from Seungmin’s beer. I could honestly care less about those three bullheaded bone-driven music majors. I didn’t really see the appeal. So, instead, I steered the conversation away so I could in fact enjoy my night. 
Third POV
Han Jisung smirked as he watched the girl whose name he honestly couldn’t remember walk away back to her friends. He looked down at the number she had written on his wrist. He was in the middle of deciding whether or not he actually wanted to call her when a voice called to him.
“Han stop flirting with random girls and come actually spend time with your friends!” 
Chan motioned him over back to the booth that his three friends sat in. Hyunjin scoffed and took another drink from his gin and tonic.
“Do you really have to do that?” Changbin asked, downing the rest of his drink.
“What?”
“Bone everything that moves.”
“Please. Han is not as good as he thinks he is.” Hyunjin said, slapping Jisung on the shoulder. Jisung glared at his friend. He and Hyunjin bickered, but Hyunjin didn’t usually bring out the big punches like that.
“Oh yeah? I can get any girl in this bar to sleep with me.”
“You really wanna do this?”
“Yes. Give me your best shot.”
Chan sighed, his hands covering his face. “Guys, don’t do this. I like this bar. Don’t kill the bar. I wanna come back here.” Changbin chuckled, enjoying the situation as he nursed his second cocktail. Jisung watched with a smirk as Hyunjin looked over all the girls in the bar. His grin stayed strong when Hyunjin turned back to him with a smile.
“You, sir, are in luck. Guess who I spotted at the bar?” Hyunjin quipped.
“Your mom.” Han held his hand up to Changbin for a high five, and the boy reluctantly complied.
“I challenge you to get Seoul University’s Arctic Bitch to sleep with you,” Hyunjin said pointing to the bar. Jisung followed Hyunijn’s direction and looked across the bar. His eyes fell on a girl with h/c hair and a stern expression on her face as she stole a sip from her friend’s beer. She wasn’t the hottest girl he had ever seen, but her ass wasn’t half bad. 
“Challenge accepted.” Han moved to get up from the booth, but Hyunjin stopped him once more. 
“Hold up big boy. You’ve gotta give me proof too.”
“What kind of proof?”
“I don’t know. Picture, video, something like that. I’ve gotta know it’s her and not one of the random sluts you usually hook up with.”
Han thought about it for a minute. He glanced over at Chan who shook his head solemnly. Of course, Chan would be against this. “Fine. What do I get if I win?” Jisung stated, shaking Hyunjin’s hand. Hyunjin thought for a minute.
“If you get her to sleep with you AND get proof- I’ll give you $1500.” 
The other boys’ eyes went wide. Fifteen hundred dollars? Han started daydreaming about the new monitors he could get for his computer and the new sound system for his home studio. Plus that could go to paying off some of his student debt because God knows his parents weren’t gonna pay for this expensive college. “Oh, you got a deal!” Jisung glanced back over at the girl by the bar. This would be a piece of cake.
“If you can’t get Y/n to sleep with you...you have to go to graduation dressed in full lingerie. And heels.” 
Chan and Changbin laughed, calling attention over to the boys for a moment. He had already agreed so there was no way he could back out of this. “Deal. I can’t wait to get my 1.5k!” Jisung smirked and poured himself another shot of soju before downing it like it was water. With a salute to his friends, the brunette haired boy crossed the bar to complete his challenge. 
No way he would need three months to complete this.
Y/n’s POV
We had been at the bar for only an hour and a half and Felix had already had three drinks, one of which was paid for by a very pretty- but not so observant- girl. It was kind of funny to watch him tipsily argue with Seungmin over who was the better role in our university’s musical, Chicago: Roxie or Velma.
“Fuck you, Min! Velma is a boss ass bitch in thigh highs! Whatcha gonna do about it, BRO?”
“Lix, drink some water,” I said, pushing my water towards my best friend. He pulled the drunk move and took the tiniest sip before turning back to his word assault against our other friend. Seungmin was only slightly more sober, but still argued with passion for his girl Roxie. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder.
“Hey, you’re....Y/n, right? Lemme buy you a drink.”
My eyes raked over the boy in front of me. His brown hair brushed over the corner of his forehead and his eyes had a mischievous glint to them. A confident smirk played on his lips as his hand ghosted over my waist, before turning to the bar and back to me. 
“What’s your poison? Cosmopolitan, right?”
“Actually, I’ll take a Godfather.”
I stifled a laugh at the near microscopic flash of surprise on his face. He quickly regained his cocky composure and looked me up and down. “Whiskey. A girl after my own heart.” While he turned to the bartender and ordered my drink I took the opportunity to turn back to my friends and roll my eyes. But, to my surprise, Felix was standing slack-jawed behind me staring at the guy attempting to flirt with me, his argument with Seungmin forgotten.
“Sorry, who are you and why should I care you like whiskey?”
The shock was evident on his face as he turned back to me. He blinked a few times before looking around the bar in confusion. “You don’t know who I am?” He scoffed when I shook my head. The bartender handed me my drink as well as a jack and coke for the boy next to me. “This might be harder than I thought,” he muttered under his breath before taking a large sip from his drink. I was driving so this would probably be my one and only drink for the night. “I’m Han Jisung. I’m one of the rappers in 3RACHA.”
“Ah....that explains the air of entitlement.” 
He sighed and took another swig of his drink, leaning on the bar. I was starting to get frustrated; I came to have fun with my two friends, not get hit on by some cocky asshole. “Look Jinyoung-”
“Jisung.”
“Right. Whatever. I came to have fun with my friends. So, thanks for the drink. Why don’t you just call...Mina,” I said reading the name on his arm written in girly handwriting. “Cause she already seems interested in your deal. But, I’m not so.....bye!” 
Without another word, I turned around and returned to my friends, who were speechless. I couldn’t help but watch their eyes track Jisung’s form all the way back to the booth with the rest of his friends who could be heard laughing- most likely at him- from all the way across the bar.
“You just shot down the second hottest guy on campus.”
“Second hottest?”
“Yeah, have you seen his friend Chan? Boy’s got abs like a washboard.” 
I could practically see Felix’s mouth start to water. “Keep it in your pants, bud.” Seungmin laughed at my comment and threw an arm lazily around my shoulder. “Min, are you drunk already?” He just giggled and started poking my cheeks. I downed the rest of my drink and let Seungmin rest his head on my shoulder. 
“Come on, dummies. Let’s go home.” Felix followed me out of the bar as I carried Seungmin to my car. I was pretty sure I heard cheers behind me as I opened the door, when I turned I saw Felix twirling his shirt over his head and dancing with some random guy near the exit.
“FELIX!” 
He whined as I dragged him away from the guy he was dancing with. “Noooooooooooo! He was so sweet!” I laughed and strapped my best friend into the car safely. Tonight was certainly not what I had expected.
A car horn blaring outside my window sent me shooting up in bed. My hair stuck up in ungodly directions. Yet another night of restless sleep. 
I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. About nine in the morning. No matter how early I went to bed I never seemed to get a good night’s rest.
Lazily I rolled out of bed and slipped on some shorts. My tired body shuffled into the dorm living room. I laughed seeing Seungmin half falling off my couch, asleep; it wasn’t uncommon for him to crash at my dorm after having a few drinks. My roommate didn’t really mind seeing as she had quite the little crush on him.
Speaking of, the sound of her door opening caught my attention. “Morning Lia,” I whispered. She started to speak but covered her mouth when she saw Seungmin passed out on the couch. “You want some tea?” I asked, setting a kettle on one of the burners. She nodded, sitting down and crossing her long legs on one of the kitchen stools.
Lia was maybe a year older than me and also a theatre major with a focus in performance. She had landed the lead in many of our university productions including our current musical, Chicago. 
“So, Seungmin was in quite the heated argument last night.” My dormmate’s eyes widened at the mention of the boy’s name. “He was quite adamant on making Lix understand that Roxie was the greatest lead in the show.” A dark tint rose to her cheeks as she glanced at the sleeping hungover boy on our couch. Lia was playing Roxie in our production this year.
“He probably just likes the character.”
I rose a brow and handed her a mug of tea, before sipping on my own. “Sure, he does. Because our techie Seungmin just adores the motivations of a starstruck murderess.” Somehow her cheeks grew even darker. 
“I have to go work in the Shop today, could you watch him while I’m gone?” She nodded with a small smile. The Shop was what we called the costume and scene shop. Basically, the backstage tech work area was the Shop. 
After finishing our tea, we parted ways and got ready for the day. I slipped on my favorite sweatpants and threw on a semi-clean crop top. Feeling a little chilly, I threw on the matching grey jacket hanging on my desk chair. After fighting with my hair for ten minutes I gave up and started packing my backpack with things I needed for the day.
I groaned looking over at the corner of my room; I’d forgotten to take four rolls of rather expensive and custom fabric to the workroom yesterday, so I had to do it today. Gathering the fabric up in my arms, I headed out.
The sidewalks were practically empty as I crossed campus on my way to the Arts part of the university. My knee pushed up a slipping fabric roll before I continued my walk, pace quickening as I saw the auditorium building up ahead. Finally, I would be able to set these down soon.
“Ahh!”
My foot caught on a crack on the sidewalk and fabric unrolled and went flying through the air. I scraped my hands against the pavement bracing my fall. Slowly I sat up and looked at my palms. They were red, some of the scrapes breaking the skin. 
“Fuck. Really?” 
With a groan, I reached for the nearest roll and checked the material. Thankfully the black silk was still intact and not ruined. Carefully I started the process of re-rolling it, wincing at the rawness on my hands.
“Need any help?” A voice spoke beside me. Before I could respond, the person knelt down and started rolling up another length of red material. I scoffed seeing who the voice belonged to. It was Jisung, from the bar last night.
“I’ve got it.”
“I just saw you hardcore face plant. I don’t think you’ve ‘got it’.” 
He laughed at my scowl and continued to help pick up the fabric I had dropped. As I began standing up, he grabbed my hand. “What the hell dude?” I said, pulling away from his grasp.
“Woah. Chill! You scraped your hand. I’m just trying to help.”
He tucked the rolls under his arm and unzipped a pocket in his backpack, bringing out bandaids and some antiseptic spray. I eyed him warily, but let him take my hand again. He glanced up at my eyes, gauging my expression before continuing to uncap the spray.
“This will sting a little.”
“Tsk. I’ve sewed through my finger, I think I can handle- AHHH OW! FUCK!”
He laughed, his eyes turning into happy crescent moons. I had to admit he had a nice smile. Then again, how many times had that smile gotten him into the pants of half the female student body?
I watched as he opened up two bandaids, gently laid them over my palm, and covered the scrapes. When they were secure, he looked back up at me with that cocky smirk. 
“Want me to kiss it better?” 
I rolled my eyes and yanked my hand away. “Anyway, Jiwon-”
“Jisung.”
His brows furrowed in frustration but he quickly plastered on a more than fake smile. It was honestly kind of fun messing with him; he was so used to being treated like some kind of sex god it seemed he had forgotten what it was like to be a normal human being like the rest of us. “Thanks for the help. I’m gonna go now.”
“Hey! Wait! That’s not how you thank someone.” Jisung said, grabbing back the two rolls of fabric in his arms as I tried to take them. 
“Oh? And how do you propose I thank you?”
He smirked and looked me up and down. His hand ran through his brown locks as his tongue ghosted over his lips. “Well, I mean...” He shrugged as if the thought was just occurring to him. “I can think of a few ways you could return the favor.”
“Your genitals don’t come with a built-in bulletproof shield, so you better watch yourself, fuckboy.”
Jisung visibly gulped and slowly shifted the fabric rolls in front of his waist. I almost smirked seeing the brief look of fear for his manhood; he shivered under my stare and then regained his composure. “Man, they don’t call you the Arctic Bitch for nothing.”
My face fell and I ran a hand through my hair. “Look, I’ve got work to do, corsets to make, and I have to figure out how to sew rhinestones onto a lavalier.” Jisung seemed to take notice of my change in demeanor. 
“Hey, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Well, you’d be pretty offended if I called you a man whore. Same shit.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” He scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk and played with the edge of one of the rolls. Just because I would rather get through my insane credit hours than suck up to some bitch who’d probably drop out in a year doesn’t mean I deserve to have this hurtful nickname. 
“Where are you going? I’ll help you carry these.” Jisung interjected, breaking the very awkward silence. I shook my head and once again tried to take back my fabric. 
“I’m fine. You can go back to class or whatever.”
“I was actually headed to the studio to record with Changbin, but I’ve got time.”
I sighed. This man was persistent and not in a good way. There was no way I was going to get rid of him. “Fine. But if you fuck up that fabric I’m making you pay for it.” He smiled and tucked the fabric under his arm, following me to the back of the auditorium building. 
I watched Jisung take in everything in the hallway and on the walls as we made our way to the costume shop. “What? Have you never seen the backstage of a theater before?”
“Nah. I’ve only done small venues. Nothing with a stage like this.” 
I had almost forgotten Jisung was a rapper. As we came upon the workroom door, I adjusted the fabric in my hand and then pushed the door open with my foot. Jisung followed after I motioned for him to enter the room.
“Y/n! Do we really have to bone corsets? Like can’t we just cheat and put in a plastic lining?” Felix called out not looking up from his workstation. He sounded hungover. “Lia is tiny. Why does she need a fucking corset anyway--heyyyy there’s Jisung......Y/n why is he here?”
I dumped the fabric on a work table and Jisung did the same. “I picked up a stray. Thought you might like a pet.” Jisung rolled his eyes when I pointed behind me. When I turned around, Jisung still stood with his hands in his pockets. “You can go now.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Yeah, what if he doesn’t want to, Y/n?” Felix said in a teasing tone. A quick but deadly glare sent his way quickly shut him up and caused him to turn around back to his workstation. Jisung sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 
“Look. I’m meeting a couple friends at the bar tonight. Why don’t you come by?”
“Hard pass.”
“What if I want to go?” Felix chimed in.
“Yeah, what if he wants to go!” Jisung said with a smirk.
“Felix, shut up for like two seconds.”
Felix scoffed and returned to putting boning in a red lingerie corset. “We both know that’s not gonna happen.” He muttered under his breath. I heard Jisung let out a laugh at the little exchange.
“Whether I go to the bar or not tonight has nothing to do with you. It is probably reliant on the fact that I have no control over my best friend.” Felix chuckled behind me. Jisung shrugged and looked around the room before backing away.
“Okay.”
“Hey, Jisung! Put in a good word for me with Changbin?” Felix called out, leaning over his chair. Jisung let out a lighthearted laugh as he opened the door. Felix had a hopeful look on his face that made me want to vomit.
“Sure, why not.”
Then we were left in silence. I quickly began working, but I felt Felix’s stare on my profile. I knew he couldn’t stay silent for long. Felix couldn’t go four minutes and eighteen seconds without immediately spewing out his opinion. Seungmin and I had timed it once; exactly four minutes later, he erupted.
“ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH JISUNG?”
“Did you see me go home with him last night?”
“No....you went home with Seungmin--OH MY GOD ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH SEUNGMIN?!”
“What? No! Ew!” I said tossing an empty pin cushion at him. “Never in a million years.” Felix let out a hefty sigh of relief. My fingers quickly worked through sewing up a finished section of a corset. 
Another silence followed as Felix turned back to our work. It was so obvious his thoughts were festering, just waiting to once again pop out. “So... how did Mr. Balls-for-Brains wind up helping you carry costume fabric?” 
I shrugged, putting in another piece of spiral steel and lining it up in a corset panel. “He helped me when I tripped. Apparently, the music department recording studios are near here.” 
“Uh....no they're not. The studios are on the other side of the Arts campus.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m pretty sure he was just hanging around the theatre buildings until he saw you.” Felix laughed as I shuddered. I took a quick breath as the needle pricked my finger. This conversation was seriously distracting me. “So....we are going out tonight though. Right?” 
“I’m not going out dressed like this.”
“Just grab something from the racks. Mr. Jung won’t mind.”
“If we are going out, I’m drinking.”
“No argument from me. Then we get fun Y/n.” I threw another pin cushion at him, hearing a high pitched yelp beside me. The two of us worked for the next 6 hours until the sun started to set outside the Shop window. I let Felix dress me up from stuff on the racks and we called Lia and Seungmin to meet us at the bar.
When we arrived, it was certainly less packed than the night before. I pulled at the tight skirt Felix had put me in, wishing it to cover more of my thighs than its length allowed. Seungmin whistled as I sat down next to him at the bar. He turned my barstool to face him and Lia, who smiled and clapped at my appearance. 
“Is this global warming because the Arctic is hot tonight!”
I slapped his shoulder and turned back to the bartender to order my drink. “I would recognize this anywhere. This is the work of the Great Felix Stylist extraordinaire.” Lia exclaimed, letting Felix take a bow. The bartender slid over my drink and I rested my feet against the bar stool. They were sore from the heels Felix had put me in; only once every so often would I let him play dress up on me.
The night rolled on and I even danced with Lia after a couple more drinks. We came back off the dance floor to see Jisung talking with Felix and Seungmin, his arm leaning against the bar. “Jackass alert,” I whispered to Lia as we approached. 
Jisung’s eyes widened when he saw our approach. He seemed to drink in my entire body, not letting any part of me go unseen. “Hey, gorgeous.” He said with a smirk, his eyes dragging over me once again as he sipped his drink. “Can I talk to you?” 
“Sure, I said standing next to Felix and stealing a sip from his gin martini. I was really thirsty after dancing so much with Lia. He glanced from me back to my friends who were watching us expectantly. 
“I meant alone.” 
With a nod, the rest of my friends started moving towards an open booth. I stopped Felix, a hand on his martini glass. “Leave it. I’m going to need more alcohol for this.” With a sigh and longing look at his drink, he left it in my hands.
“Are you drunk?”
“Not nearly enough.” I plainly stated before drinking some more of Felix’s martini. My face soured. I forgot he liked gin. Jisung laughed as I put the drink on the bartop. 
“Look. I think you and I should go out.”
“And I think you should jump off a cliff. Preferably one the size of your ego.”
“Ouch.” He said with an unaffected smile.  His eyes darted to a girl walking by us, but he quickly diverted his attention back to me. I tried not visibly throw up in my mouth at the action. “Let’s hang out this week.”
“Sorry; not into late-night booty calls since...well...ever.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his brown hair, a habit of his I had picked up on. I couldn’t decide if it was out of frustration or nerves. “Come on. I’m not that bad.” 
“Your reputation says otherwise.” 
“I could say the same about you.”
He smirked when I fell silent. My fingers played with the rim of the martini glass. I hated that he totally won that argument. 
“I’ll make you a deal,” His words made me look up and quirk an eyebrow. “For the next two months, you get dinner with me twice a week and we text once a day.” 
“I’m not going on a dinner date with you. I have zero time. I have to bring home my costume work as it is.”
“I never said it was a date. I just want to get to know you, Y/n.” Jisung chuckled and adjusted the clasp of my necklace, making me freeze. “We don’t have to go out to eat. I’m sure it’s hard to focus on work with a theatre major as a roommate. You can come over and I’ll order take out.” I had to admit that the offer sounded tempting. I loved Lia but she could be loud as fuck when prepping for a show. 
“Still low key sounds like a date.” 
“I swear I will not touch you unless you ask me to.” He winked and I rolled my eyes. “And you will ask me to. Eventually.” A heavy and anger filled sigh left my lips and Jisung leaned away. I honestly hadn’t noticed he had gotten closer.
“Lia is going to think something is up. Felix is for sure going to think I’m sleeping with you. And Seungmin...”
“You aren’t dating Seungmin are you?” 
He smiled when I shook my head no. “Anyway, there is no way I’m telling my friends I am hanging out with you.” He shrugged and sipped more on his drink. I was starting to feel a little bit of the alcohol’s effect. 
“I’m chill with that. So, you bring over your costume...stuff...on Monday and we can order in and get to know each other.” I shrugged and gave him a small nod. Jisung smiled in victory. 
“You do know I’m not going to let you walk away from this conversation looking that happy.”
“And how do you propose you fix that?” 
“I was thinking either a slap or a drink.” Jisung laughed and downed the rest of his drink, I assumed Jack and Coke, like the night before. He motioned with his fingers and tapped his chest. 
“Give me your best shot, gorgeous.” His willingness made me laugh, genuinely. “Although, I would prefer not to have a huge red mark on my cheek.” 
I nodded sarcastically. “Oh. Of course. We can’t damage the precious merchandise.” He groaned when I pinched his cheek. To be honest, I could not believe I was having a nice casual conversation with Han Jisung, 3RACHA’s legendary fuckboy.
“Well then, I’ll see you on Monday. I’ll be at the Shop.”
“I’ll see you then, gorgeous.” 
I rolled my eyes and picked up Felix’s martini. “ASSHOLE!” I yelled before tossing the drink in Jisung’s face. “Wow, that was really fun,” I whispered with a smile before walking away to my friends. 
“Y/N THAT WAS MY DRINK!! NO! MY ALCOHOL!” Felix said, fake crying.
Jisung’s POV
The gin stung my eyes and Y/n was kind of blurry as she walked away, but I could hear the smile in her voice. This was ironically the first time I had let a girl toss a drink in my face. AND FUCK I WOULD NEVER LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN. 
I wiped my face and stumbled away from the bar, trying not to get even more liquor in my eye as I followed the laughter of my supposed ‘friends’ in our usual booth. 
“And the King has struck out yet again,” Changbin said as I sat down. Chan laughed but handed me a napkin to wipe my stinging face. A couple strands of my hair fell wet in front of my eyes. “What is this? The third time you been denied by Y/n?” Bin laughed and drank from his (probably) fifth beer of the night. 
“Han, I hate to say it. But I am so looking forward to seeing you in lingerie accepting your diploma.”
“I wouldn’t get ahead of yourself, Hyunjin.” All eyes turned to me as I blinked wildly. My vision was just starting to come back. I looked over to Y/n and her friends. Felix was chiding her about destroying his drink and Lia was high fiving her for throwing it. 
“...But she threw a martini in your face. I think that qualifies failure in every book I’ve ever read.” Hyunjin scoffed. Little did he know I had Y/n exactly where I wanted her. Soon she would be eating out of my hands. She would be begging for me to sleep with her before she even knew it herself.
Y/n’s POV
Three weeks had passed and I had been drowning in work. Though I hated to admit it...Jisung was the only thing keeping me sane. He had been a really good friend to me for the past few weeks. Lia was the only one who knew about my little dinner rendezvouses with Jisung. And I was correct in the fact that I had been subject to her relentless teasing. 
“Are you sure you guys aren’t dating?”
“We are not dating. We are just getting dinner twice a week, getting to know each other, not seeing other people casually, and maybe some.....flirting-- AND OH MY GOD HE TRICKED ME. WE’RE DATING.”
Lia laughed at my realization. I threw down the dress I was working on for Lia’s finale scene. The sound of beads hitting the floor rung throughout the dorm. “What are you gonna do about it?” Lia questioned, adjusting herself on the couch.
“I’m going to go over there and question the shit out of his ass.”
“Hell yeah! Text me!” She cheered as I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. 
I slammed my car door and stomped up the stairs of Jisung’s apartment building. A million angry thoughts ran through my mind as I stormed down the hall to his apartment. Without another thought, I burst through the front door, which was oddly...unlocked. 
“HAN MOTHER FUCKING JISUNG! YOU TRICKED ME INTO DATING YOU AND I-”
I froze taking in the scene in front of me. Jisung stood wide-eyed shirtless and holding a bottle of water, sweat dripping off his forehead. Another boy, who I recognized as Chan from 3RACHA, dressed in a tank top and sweats was seated on the couch, his face full of surprise at my entrance.
“Oh- uh.....sorry...I’ll just come back when you have...clothes.”
“No, it’s fine! I was just leaving anyway. Thanks for going to the gym with me Han.” Chan grabbed his jacket and exited in the most polite power walk he could manage. Though not without giving Jisung a thumbs up and then shutting the door.
“So how long did you think you were gonna get away with this?” He smirked and opened the water bottle. I was struggling to look anywhere but his tan chest. He obviously noticed. “Oh my god. Would you please put a shirt on!” He chuckled and came closer to me.
“What? Do I make you nervous?” He looked me up and down with dark eyes. My heart pounded in my chest. “Look, I know you’re mad. But, you can’t tell me that you didn’t have fun hanging out with me. Can you?”
“No,”
“And you can’t say that you aren’t at least the tiniest bit attracted to me. Right?”
“I’m not...not attracted to you...”
Jisung smirked and slid his hand around my waist, pulling me so our chests brushed against each other. “That’s not a straight answer.” He smiled at my lack of response. Jisung was clearly enjoying this.
“Well- you’re...not a... straight answer.”
Jisung laughed and let go of me. “But, seriously Y/n. I don’t know about you, but I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you these past few weeks and I really like you.” He took my hand in his and laughed, making his eyes turn into crescents. “So, why don’t we make it official? Y/n, let’s date.”
I blinked a few times before turning away from him. This was not normal. My hands came up to my temple, a sharp pain suddenly emitting from there. “You can’t be serious,” I said, turning back to Jisung. “There’s no way you like me. You like girls for one night stands. I’m not like that. So there is no-”
Jisung’s lips crashed against mine, his hands gripping my wrists gently. He’s kissing me. What do I do? As if reading my thoughts he pulled away just enough to look into my eyes and smile. “Y/n, don’t overthink it. Just let go for once. You’re with me.”
His hand slid down to my waist and his fingers tangled in my belt loops, pulling me closer. My brain was in overdrive. I hadn’t been kissed in so long. Maybe what I said to Felix wasn’t totally the truth. Maybe I had just been depressing my long starved sex drive. Jisung was really nice and I really liked him. What would be the harm in letting myself have fun with someone I actually like for once?
“Okay...so maybe I like you a little bit.” Jisung smiled and brushed away a piece of hair near my face, grazing my cheek. My hands slowly came up to rest on his chest, his warm skin radiating off heat. 
“So are we on the same page? You’re mine now?”
“Fine. I guess so,” I said with a laugh. Jisung smiled and kissed me again. His fingers dug into my hips and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. 
Kissing Jisung made my head spin in the best way possible. Needing air for more than one reason, I pushed against his chest. “Hey, why don’t you go shower. I’m sure you need one after working out with Chan.” He smirked, his hands slowly moving lower than my waist. “No, I’m not showering with you.”
“Damn. Worth a shot. You wanna stay? I’ll order pizza.”
“Sounds good to me.” After kissing my cheek, Jisung turned and made his way to his bathroom. When the door closed I leaned against the couch for support. Keep it cool, Y/n. I have to remember to keep my guard up. Jisung can’t possibly just change overnight. While I want to trust him...something is holding me back. 
Hopefully, I’m just paranoid.
I rolled over in bed, not wanting to wake up. My hand brushed up against something cold. Opening my eyes, I saw my phone under my hand. The screen was still lit up and displayed a caller ID and call time of almost five hours. I smiled seeing Jisung’s name scrolling across the top. Did we really fall asleep on the phone? 
Picking up the phone, I heard the sounds of his small breaths and soft snores. “Jisung,” Another soft snore made me smile. We had only been dating officially about a week, but I was really enjoying my time with him. “Jisung?” 
“Mmph...I’m up...what’s happening?” He mumbled into the phone. Jisung must have fallen asleep on top of the phone. I laughed and sat up in bed, running a hand through my messy hair.
“I think we fell asleep on the phone, Ji.” His laugh could be heard over the phone.
“Ji?”
“What?” 
“That’s the first time you’ve called me something other than my name or an asshole.” I blushed and rolled out of bed. “Y/n L/n are you starting to like me?” Jisung asked, his voice rough from just waking up.  The gravely low tone sent a chill down my spine. 
“Well, we are dating. That’s what two people do when they like each other, dummy.” I leafed through my closet, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder. He let out what sounded like a forced laugh. Maybe it was just my imagination. It was my brain searching for things to make me not trust him.
“You want to drop by the studio later? I should be working all day but it would be kinda cool to see you.” My ears picked up on the sound of his fingers racing across a keyboard. What could he be working on this early? 
No, Y/n. Don’t go there. I have to at least try and trust him. I can’t be nosy and wondering about everything in his life when we’ve only been going out a short time. 
“Uh, I can probably drop by around three. I have an exam today I can’t miss.”
“Okay. I’ll text you the studio number. See you later, gorgeous.” With that, he hung up the phone. I tossed the device on my bed and finished getting dressed. A ding notified me of a text. Glancing at it, I saw Jisung sent me the number of the studio number he would be working in and a heart. 
It almost set me a little on edge. I knew his personality. I even knew a few of the girls who had the unfortunate experience of falling into bed with him. It just seemed a little weird to me how doting he was with me when he was never like that with other girls. 
Maybe he really was trying to make a change? That couldn’t be impossible. Could it? People change. Most often in fairytales and movies, but it happens like 1% of the time, right? These thoughts swarmed through my head as I walked into my lecture hall. 
I sat in my usual seat, arriving about five minutes before class was set to begin. Looking up, I saw several sets of eyes staring at me; all belonging to different girls. Some had looked of pity, some disgust, but all looked slightly confused. Ignoring them, I pulled out my notes for a few more moments of study time.
“You’re the girl whose dating Han, am I right?”
I looked up to find a very pretty girl with blonde hair and big doe-like eyes. “Umm...yeah. Is there a problem or something?” She shook her head and sat down next to me with a smile. 
“Oh! No, not at all. I just had to see for myself that’s all. My name’s Momo. I’m a dance major. I have a mutual friend of Han’s, Hyunjin.”
I nodded, glancing from her to my paper. I wasn’t really used to this much attention during class. Usually, I just focused on the lecture or project and didn’t talk much. “Yeah, I know they are friends, but I don’t really know Hyunjin myself.”
She nodded and twirled a pen between her fingers. I started to wonder what her relationship was with the boys. She was obviously gorgeous and she seemed just like Jisung’s type. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had slept together before.”I’ve just heard so much about you. All those rumors are totally bogus by the way. I would love if we could be friends.”
She took my hand in hers with a bright and blindingly white perfect smile. Did she not know what personal space was? “Uh....sure. I guess that would be cool. I’m usually pretty busy with making costumes for the university’s musical.”
“Here! Take my number! We can go get coffee sometime. I’d love to hear all the juicy tea about the girl who finally got the famous Han Jisung to stop sleeping around.” Momo ripped a piece of paper from her perfectly organized agenda and wrote her number on it. The professor started speaking as she handed it to me. Holy shit it was scented! 
This day was just getting more and more confusing for me.
Jisung’s POV
The studio was freezing as per usual. Even bundled up in a beanie and hoodie I was cold, pulling the sleeves further down my hands. I watched the monitor carefully and adjusted the headphones over my ears. 
“Okay, Bin! You’re good.” Chan called to the boy in the booth after I gave him a thumbs up. “So, I take it things with Y/n are...good,” Chan asked hesitantly. The topic of Y/n was a sore subject for him so I was surprised he brought it up. 
“Oooooo We talking about the Snow Queen?” Changbin said plopping down on the couch near the wall. I turned in my chair to roll my eyes at him. “I’m taking that as a sign you haven’t gotten in her pants yet?”
“She’s honestly kind of a prude....well. Not a prude. But you know what I mean.” Chan shook his head at my words.  
Changbin threw a ball of paper at my head, making me send another glare his way. “Isn’t this the longest dry spell you’ve had. How long has it been?” I sighed pulling the headphones down around my neck.
“One month, five days, twelve hours, and twenty-two minutes.”
“You know it’s gross that you keep track like that,” Chan said taking a swig from his water bottle. “Y/n seems like a nice girl. It’s kind of sick you and Hyunjin using her like this.” I shrugged, not really caring.
“I mean, I guess. But, I would rather be $1,500 richer.”
“Just remember Y/n has feelings too.”
I nodded and turned back to the monitor looking at the track we just recorded. As if on cue, the door opened and Y/n’s voice could be heard greeting the other boys. 
“Hi!- Oh! Sorry, I didn’t expect anyone else. I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”
Turning, I saw her shaking hands with Changbin and Chan. “Y/n that’s Bin, and you’ve met Chan,” I said pointing to the boys. “Now you’ve met all of 3RACHA.” I pulled her hand, dragging her closer to my chair. Chan rolled his eyes when I pulled her down and kissed her cheek. The smile on her face did not go unnoticed by the boys.
“How was your exam?” I asked, playing with her fingers.
“It was okay. I passed for sure. A girl named Momo asked to get coffee with me. Apparently, she knows your friend Hyunjin.” My eyes went wide and I stood up, pulling her to my side with a nervous laugh. 
“Well, uh... I think we’ve all done enough work today. Y/n you wanna go get some boba or something. I’m hungry what about you? Bye guys!” Quickly I pushed her out the door and waved goodbye to the boys. 
I had my fingers crossed that Hyunjin was keeping his big mouth shut.
A month and a half. That’s how long I had left before I lost and was forced to be utterly humiliated in front of the entire university. Y/n and I had been dating for almost three weeks and hanging out for longer. I had to make a move tonight. 
My friend Minho had hooked me up with some tiny night vision camera that I had hidden all around my apartment. I knew Y/n was starting to trust me more, so this was the opportune time. She was coming over any minute now. I checked my reflection in the mirror and ran my hands through my hair. 
$1,500 here I come.
A knock bounced off the walls of my apartment. I checked the time. 8:30 pm. She was late by about forty-five minutes, which was not usual for her. What was it she always said? Early is on time and on time is late? Some weird theater shit like that. 
Something was up.
I rushed to the door and opened it to find Y/n standing at my doorstep. She gave me a tired smile and kissed my cheek in greeting. She looked like she felt awful. “Hi, Ji! Sorry, I’m late. Felix bailed on me so I had all this extra work to do for the musical and I have a semester project due this week-”
“Y/n what’s wrong?” She sighed and collapsed onto the couch. Sitting next to her I could see the concealer under her eyes attempting to hide the dark shadows. She never wore makeup unless she was going out. I was surprised even remembered that. “You can tell me anything, gorgeous.” She smiled when I took her hand. 
This might be better than I thought. Comfort her. Get the proof I need. Shove it in Hyunijn’s face. I could tell she was deciding whether or not to trust me. If it was something small she would tell me no problem.
But... maybe this was something bigger. 
“I’m just...really stressed.” She said, pushing her hair away from her face. I could see the wall she had slowly building itself back up. There was pain behind her eyes. She was hurting. Why did that make me sad?
“That’s not all this is.” I turned towards her fully, giving her my complete attention. She crossed her legs up on the couch and stared at her fingers. When I lifted her chin I saw tears on the brink of falling from her eyes.
“I just... feel like...- nevermind it’s stupid.” She shook her head and looked around my apartment. She tried to laugh it off but frowned when she saw my face. Y/n let out a shaky breath when I took her hands in mine, resting them in her lap. 
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Just sitting across from each other on the couch. She seemed to be working up the courage to tell me something.
“Nothing I ever do...seems to be...enough.” I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. “I work my ass off. All the time. But, it feels like I can’t do anything right lately. Not enough for my mom. Not enough for my teachers. Certainly not enough for Tech Recruiters. I just feel like I’m falling short on everything I do. And I’m tired. I just want to be enough for someone. But, who am I kidding? Nobody likes me. I’m Seoul University’s Arctic Bitch, right? I’m too coldhearted and selfish to get anywhere in life, let alone convince any theatre company to hire me so I can pay off my student loans. I’m just so fucking tired of feeling this way. Sorry for whining. I know you probably had other plans for tonight.” 
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared out the living room window. “Hey,” I said pulling her attention back to me. Surprisingly, she let me reach up and wipe a tear from her cheek. “Look at me,” Reluctantly Y/n met my eyes. “You are more than enough for me.” She looked down and smiled, wiping more tears on her sleeve.
“Really?”
“Really.” I ran my thumb over her knuckles and smiled at her. It took a lot for her to open up to me like that. “You have just been bottling this up haven’t you?” She nodded and wiped another tear, before looking back up at me. Her eyes were still beautiful even when she was crying. “I do that too. It’s a habit we should both fix. Could you talk to Lia? Or Felix?”
She shook her head and started playing with my fingers. I started to like the feeling of her smaller hands in mine. “Lia has her own stuff to worry about. Her dad keeps pressuring her to join an entertainment company. And Felix...well Felix means well, but...” I was relieved to see her smile again. Her laugh was contagious. 
“Yeah, I get it. Kind of like Changbin and Chan. They mean well, but they don’t understand sometimes.”
She nodded and played with one of the rings on my right hand. “Thank you for listening. It really means a lot that I can trust you like this.”
“You trust me?”
“I never thought I would say that but... I would never have told Felix that and he is my best friend.”She reached up a cupped my cheek. Her hands were warm and inviting. I stared into her eyes no longer seeing hurt behind her E/c orbs. 
“You’re beautiful. You know that?” I said without thinking. My eyes widened and I pulled away from her touch. I had never said anything like that. Usually, everything I said to Y/n had a purpose or plan behind it. But, I just spoke without thinking. 
Y/n smiled, her eyes turning even brighter. She leaned forward and kissed me. Something about this kiss felt different than the times I had kissed her before. My heart started to race and goosebumps crawled over my skin. I smiled when her hands pulled me closer to her, tangling her fingers through my hair.
A sigh escaped my chest when her teeth grazed over my lip. She pulled away only for a second to catch her breath before coming back to me. I pulled away when she threw her leg over my lap and straddled me. “What are you doing?” I asked as she kissed from my lips down to my jaw. It was exciting not to be in control for once. 
“Showing you how much you mean to me,” She whispered before kissing my lips again. Instinctively, my hands gripped her waist wanting for no space left between my body and hers. I felt close to Y/n in a different way. I feel like I had been in this exact position with other girls, but with her it was different. Something about kissing her like this felt intimate. Like it was just for us to share. 
Fuck. The cameras. They were still recording all over the apartment.
“Uh- Y/n...” I said pulling away from her, my hands planted firmly on her hips. “Are you sure you want to do this, gorgeous?” My eyes widened as she nodded and continued to drag her lips across mine. “Because we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Please tell me to stop. If you don’t I don’t know what I’ll do with myself. 
“Ji, I want this. Do you?”
“You have no idea.”
“Good. Do you trust me?” Y/n asked with a mischievous smile. I nodded watching her eyes twinkle in the low light of my apartment. She dragged her fingers down my chest and pulled at the hem of my shirt. As soon as the fabric was over my head and flung somewhere in the living room she smashed her lips onto mine. 
My thoughts were running a mile a minute. How was I supposed to turn off all the cameras without her knowing? After seeing her in pain, I couldn’t hurt her like that. An idea popped in my head. Wrapping my arms around her waist I pulled her up and carried her, pushing her back against the nearest wall. 
Her legs tightened around my waist, holding herself up. She looked down at me with hooded eyes before kissing me again. With one hand I kept her steady while the other searched the bookshelf next to me for the camera I put in the living room. Feeling the metal and plastic, I quickly turned it around blocking its view. 
There should just be two more in my bedroom. “Ji,” Y/n moaned into my lips. She was driving me crazy. I was already more worked up from this than I had ever been with any other girl. She giggled when I carried her through the bedroom door and pressed her up against the wall. “You know...I haven’t done this in a pretty long time...” Her words were breathy and cut off when she joined her lips back to mine.
“You could have fooled me.”
My mind was kind of in a haze. All I could think about was Y/n. I couldn’t think straight with her hands all over me. Where did I put the second camera again? Her lips trailed down to my neck sending my brain and body into overdrive. Come on, Han. Focus. 
The desk! Then the third was by my nightstand. I moved us over slowly, hoping she wouldn’t notice. I wanted to touch her so badly. But, I couldn’t betray her trust after she opened up to me like that. Joining my lips with hers, I felt blindly around the table for the small device. After I found it, I tucked it behind the monitor. 
“Are you sure, gorgeous?” I asked one more time looking into her eyes.
“Jisung, stop asking or I swear I’m gonna-”
“You’re gonna what?”
“I don’t know. Just kiss me damn it.” She smiled when I smashed my lips onto hers. Her fingers pulled at my hair as I dragged my lips down her jaw. She joined our lips as I picked her up and carried her to the bed. The bed dipped as she laid on the mattress. Before I could reach for the nightstand she pulled me over, straddling me on the bed again. 
I tried to keep my brain clear as she attacked my neck and chest with her lips. Knowing she was distracted, I grabbed the camera and threw it across the room wanting this to be done. Her head turned at the sound, but I pulled her back to my lips. 
“You drive me crazy,” I whispered, reaching down and pulling at the hem of her shirt. My lips latched onto every bare piece of skin I could find, wanting to feel every part of her. I was ready to be with her, in more ways than I had thought.
Y/n’s POV
I lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. Jisung laid beside me his arm slung across my stomach and soft snores leaving his lips. I smiled seeing him next to me. I had slept for a few hours but like usual, I had woken up in the middle of the night unable to fall back asleep. 
Shifting onto my side, I looked at Jisung. He looked peaceful in his sleep. There was always something active about him when he was awake. Like he was never still. Seeing him in a state of calm was intriguing. My hand brushed the side of his cheek. A strand of his brown hair fell over his eyes, so I gently pushed it back and softly moved my hands through his locks.
Jisung let out a little hum in his sleep, making me smile. I started to pull away my fingers but Jisung’s hand shot up to keep it there, startling me. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?” Jisung mumbled, placing my hand back in his messy hair. 
“I can’t sleep. Don’t worry about me.” I said quietly going back to playing with his soft brown tresses. He shook his head, brows furrowing in the cutest way. His fingers latched themselves onto my wrist, rubbing his thumb against my skin. 
“I’m not sleeping unless you are,” He whispered, obviously half asleep. 
“Shhh. Ji, go back to sleep.” Instead of complying he tugged me into his bare chest and started tracing soothing patterns on my lower back. In all honestly just that alone was making me just a little sleepy. My eyes were starting to droop, just laying in his arms, but my brain was still wide awake. 
Suddenly, my ears picked up on the soft sound of Jisung singing. It was slow and gentle, his voice a little rough from sleep, but beautiful all the same. His voice was like honey, soothing my entire body. My fingers started to slow their movements as I tucked myself into Jisung’s chest. 
I finally fell into a deep sleep listening to Jisung softly sing to me.
Light streamed through the window, hitting me straight in the face. I groaned and tried to roll over. My brows furrowed when something stopped me. My tired eyes opened more to see Jisung still sounds asleep, holding onto me like a teddy bear. 
Sensing my movements, Jisung’s eyes cracked open and smiled. “Good morning, gorgeous,” His voice was scratchy and low, sending chills down my spine. Jisung pushed himself up on his elbow and hovered over me with a drowsy smile. 
“Morning, Ji,” 
He genuinely smiled down at me and leaned down pressing his lips against mine. I felt him smile when I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Do you have class this morning?” He asked against my lips, which were most likely swollen from last night. Jisung himself had several darkening marks on his neck and collarbone. 
“Not until tomorrow. Do you?” 
“I was supposed to go record with Chan and Bin.”
“Supposed?”
“Like hell, I am going to leave you looking this beautiful in my bed,” Jisung said pressing his lips down my neck. “You want a shower? I’m gonna call Chan and tell him I’m not coming.” I nodded and pulled him up to my lips one more time.
“Thank you for last night, Ji. For everything.” 
He smiled and kissed my cheek. “Feel free to borrow some of my clothes,” Jisung said with a smirk before rolling over and grabbing his phone on the nightstand. I grabbed a hoodie from his closet while he was distracted with his phone and headed to the bathroom.
Jisung’s  POV
“Chan, I’m in deep shit,” I whispered into the phone. I checked to make sure Y/n was out of the room. Chan scoffed over the line.
“Han. It is way too early for this. Did you accidentally email your professor a pornhub link again?” 
“What no!” Chan sighed. “Look, Y/n’s over here.” He started freaking out over the phone. I sighed letting his panic play out. 
“Oh no, no, no. You are not dragging me into this. Y/n is a nice girl. I want nothing to do with your and Hyunjin’s sick bet-”
“I think I’m starting to really like her. Like a lot.”
There was silence on the other side of the line. I decided that he was probably waiting for more information. Or he had passed out. Either was a probable response from Chris. “But, she’s at your apartment? Han, it’s like ten in the mornin-...You didn’t.” He took my silence as confirmation. “How could you? You said you like her!”
“I didn’t technically. I had these cameras set up, but I turned them off after she opened up to me and stuff started to happen.”
“YOU SET UP ACTUAL CAMERAS TO FILM HER?”
Chan screamed so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. Even then I could still hear him. “Did you hear the part where I said I turned them off. I have no proof....and honestly....I’m starting to question if I want any.”
“Wow. Good for you. You’ve had personal growth. Whoop-de-doo.” 
“Hey. I am asking for advice, not sarcasm.” I said with a sigh. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling it sticking up in weird places. “What should I do? Chan...I really like Y/n, but I’ve been lying to her up until now.”
“You’ve got to tell her the truth eventually.”
“But, what if she hates me. I don’t think I could handle hurting her.” Chan sighed again. I could practically see his face. The guy probably just woke up and I was putting all this stress on him. 
“I don’t know what to tell you,”
“I get it. Just don’t tell anyone about what we talked about, okay? At least until I figure out how to tell Y/n. I’m gonna stay here and think about it.” With that, I hung up the phone and laid back in bed. My fingers massaged my temple, feeling a sharp pain there. 
Did I really want to keep up this bet?
Y/n’s POV
A weel later Jisung and I were doing even better than we were before. We were actually going out on dates and also...staying in and doing...other things. Jisung had invited me to come and see 3RACHA perform tonight at a local club, so Felix was fussing over my outfit. 
“Felix, I am not fitting into that dress.”
“You can squeeze!”
“A Polly pocket couldn’t fit into that tiny ass thing!” 
“Come on, Y/n! Be my Barbie!” Felix said chasing me around the costume shop with a tiny piece of white fabric that barely passed the social standard of being a dress. Eventually, he tackled me and wrestled me into the tight-fitting dress. 
“I feel naked.”
“Oh, please. He’ll love it.” Felix said throwing a pair of heels at me. I looked longingly at my pair of old tennis shoes. “If you aren’t wearing pumps at least wear some boots. We are clubbing after all.”
“Lix, we aren’t clubbing. We are watching Han perform.” 
“Same difference.”
I sighed and slipped on the black heeled boots Lix threw on my workstation and grabbed the brightly colored graffiti jacket that Jisung ‘left’ at my dorm. He had been leaving more and more of his clothes lying around my room. I wasn’t complaining.  
I drove both of us to the club and covered my ears entering the loud establishment. 3RACHA were already up on stage and performing a song so we pushed our way to the front. All the boys looked a little tipsy and had beers up on stage with them. Jisung saw me in the crowd and blew a kiss in my direction sending the whole crowd into a frenzy.
The show was incredible, though after I couldn't seem to get anywhere near Jisung. All the boys were hounded with fans and the crowd around them was too big to get through. “This is ridiculous. I can’t even get to my own boyfrien-” My world stopped when I looked over in Jisung’s direction by the bar. I swear everything happened in slow motion.
A girl with long platinum blonde wavy hair was draped all over Jisung’s arm. He talked to her while drinking yet another beer. I watched as she leaned up and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down for a sloppy kiss. The crowd cheered and I began to feel dizzy. “Y/n,” I heard Felix say, grabbing onto my elbow.
“I’ve gotta get out of here.”
The bass was so loud I could feel it pounding against my brain as I pushed through the crowd of dancing bodies. I heard someone calling my name, but I didn’t really want to talk to anybody. I just needed air. I needed to think.
“Y/n!”
I finally broke through the crowd and made my way outside the club. Where was my car? Where the fuck did I park? I ran a hand through my hair and looked around me trying to find my car in the see of dimly lit vehicles. 
“Y/n!” A hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. Jisung stood before me, clearly drunk with lipstick all over his face. “Y/n, baby, it’s not what you think.” His voice, which had become my favorite sound,  was slurred and broken up.
“Not what I think? Tell me, then. What was it?”
“Mina, she was drunk. She kissed me, but it didn’t mean anything. You know I only have feelings for you.” Did I know that? There was always this little thought in the back of my mind no matter how much I trusted Jisung that told me I was just another number in his playbook.
“Yes, she did kiss you. But that is a fucking cop-out. Because there is a reason she felt like that was an option.” 
I tried to push away the tears that threatened to fall. Jisung broke looking at me. I wanted nothing more than for him to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay, but I didn’t know if I could trust him right now. I could tell it hurt him when he reached out and I backed away, tears inevitably falling down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry. I die when you cry.”
“Jisung you can’t do that!” I said watching a tear drip down his cheek.
“What?” 
“You can’t make me love you when I’m supposed to hate you!” I said slapping his shoulder and letting the tears flow freely.  Not hesitating, he wrapped me up in his arms, even when I tried to push him away. He let me cry on his shoulder and beat on his chest until it physically hurt to breathe.
“You’re right. It is a cop-out.” His hand came up and rubbed my back like he had done every night he stayed with me. “Y/n, I’m so sorry I let it happen. I don’t know what I was thinking.” My knuckles turned white, gripping onto his shirt. 
“Jisung, I’m tired of being hurt.”
“You are my everything, gorgeous.” He said lifting up my chin. I hated crying and feeling like this. It just sucked not being able to trust him when I wanted to be with him so badly. 
“How do I know I’m not just another random hookup for you?” 
“Because...” My heart dropped when he couldn't say anything.
“That’s the answer I needed. Thanks.” 
I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm, pulling me back into his chest. Jisung smashed his lips on mine, desperation, and passion filling the kiss making my knees go weak.
“That’s how.” He said, pulling away.
I woke up the next morning, in Jisung’s bed light streaming through the window. I really should get him curtains. I smiled thinking back to last night. Jisung promised to show me that I wasn’t just another girl to him. And boy did he. I had never felt so loved than when I was with Jisung last night. 
I grabbed a big shirt of his that was lying around and slipped it over my head. My feet carried me out into his living room, where bright sunlight illuminated his only slightly messy apartment. A note on the coffee table caught my eyes.
Morning gorgeous,
Went out to get coffee and breakfast for us. 
I’ll be back soon, so sit tight. 
Ji <3
I smiled at his handwriting and the heart he left me. Lifting my legs up, I got comfortable on the couch and waited for Jisung to get back. The sound of a notification filled the room. Did I leave my phone in here? 
I searched for the device and found it face-up on the counter. It said I had one voicemail. Swiping on the notification the voicemail started playing. The voice of a boy I didn’t recognize filled the living room as I brought the phone back over to the couch. “Hey, it’s Hyunjin,” Oh. This must be Jisung’s phone. I was about to put it back until I heard the boy continue.
“Just reminding you, you’ve got two weeks to get into Y/n’s pants or you lose the bet. Your reputation as campus King is on the line, bro. Oh and don’t forget the cash prize.” 
I couldn't move.
Han  Jisung’s POV
The coffee line took forever, but I finally got my order and excited the shop. I was trying to balance the cup holder in one hand and hold the door open for another customer when something slammed into my shoulder. “Hey! Watch it!” 
“Han?”
I looked up to see Hyunjin with a sly grin on his handsome face. “Hyunjin?” He clapped me on the back and helped me hold the door. “What’s up, man?” I asked when we were both standing outside. 
“I actually just called you like twenty minutes ago.”
“Oh, sorry I think I left my phone at my apartment.” I shrugged, trying to move along the conversation. Hyunjin was the last person I wanted to see. Especially after what happened last night with Y/n. “What about?”
“Just to remind you that you’ve got two weeks until you officially lose our bet. Don’t worry, I left a message so you can’t forget.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. My phone was still in the apartment with Y/n. “Oh, shit,” I muttered, eyes going wide. Hyunjin seemed to pay my reaction no mind. He was still stuck in his own world like usual.
“Whose the other coffee for by the way?” 
Fuck. She was gonna hear the message. No. She can’t hear it from Hyunjin. That asshole is going to ruin any chance I have left with her. Dropping the coffee and take away bag, I started sprinting across campus back to my apartment.
“HAN, WHAT THE FUCK?” 
I prayed that Y/n was still asleep. Maybe I could get there before she woke up, delete the message and just put this whole bet thing behind me. Doing Hyunjin’s punishment seemed like nothing compared to losing Y/n. I burst through the lobby doors and spotted my landlord already in his office. 
“Mr.Kang!”
“Good lord! Mr. Han, what can I do for you?”
“Uh...my girlfriend- the uh woman I came back with last night. Has she left yet?” I said completely out of breath. He stared at me like I was insane. 
“Not to my knowledge. I didn’t even realize you were serious about someone.” 
Before he even finished his sentence, I was pushing myself off his doorframe and racing to the elevator. I slammed the button and watched the elevator come down but it was taking too long for me. “Fuck this.” Racing up the stairs my heart pounded in my chest. Would she even still be there? Or would she just leave and not give me a second chance?
“Y/n?” I called halfway down the hall. I could care less about my neighbors at this point. “Y/n?” I burst through the door, knowing I left it unlocked. I let out a sigh seeing Y/n seated on the couch. My face fell, when I saw the dried tears on her cheeks. Without looking at me, she reached in front of her and played a recording on my phone. Hyunjin’s voice filled the room. 
“Hey, it’s Hyunjin. Just reminding you, you’ve got two weeks to get into Y/n’s pants or you lose the bet. Your reputation as campus King is on the line, bro. Oh and don’t forget the cash prize.”
She stood up and kept her stare on the phone. She looked broken.
“Are you going to say something?” Her voice cracked like she was holding back tears.
All I could do was cross to her and take her in my arms. I held onto her, cradling her head against my chest, my heart still racing from the mild panic attack that was just now catching up to me. 
“Thank god you’re still here.” 
I felt a few tears fall from my cheek and into her hair. “Jisung...was that all I was to you? Some payout? A way to keep your title of Biggest Fuckboy on campus?” She pushed away from me and walked to the other side of the room. The distance felt like miles.
I could feel my heart breaking. “What-no. Maybe at the beginning, but it doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t matter? It doesn’t matter, Jisung? Yes. Yes, it does matter. You can’t keep lying to me and expect me to forgive you every time.” She yelled at me from across the room. I had never seen her this hurt or angry and it killed me.
“Y/n, please. Listen to me.”
“Listen to you? Your buddy Hyunjin just told me the whole fucking thing!”
“No! You have to hear it from me! What he said- it’s all turned around and screwed up. That’s why I wanted to be the one to tell you.” She backed away as I came closer. 
“Why didn’t you just tell me last night?”
“Because I was afraid! I was afraid none of this would be real and this feeling would go away; that the meaning would be lost.”
“The meaning of what, Jisung?”
I grabbed her hand in desperation, scared she might walk out the door at any moment. “This. Right here. Us. You and me.”
“Jisung, there is no you and me anymore.” She said pulling away and walking back towards the bedroom. I raced forward and blocked the doorway. “Jisung, move.” She said pushing against my chest.
“No.”
“Jisung! I want out! I can’t love someone I can’t trust.” She pushed through me with as much force as she could manage. I watched as she picked up the dress she was wearing last night from the floor. She tore off my shirt that she was wearing and threw it in my face. Y/n struggled to put the white dress back on before grabbing her shoes and trying to walk past me. 
“Y/n! Don’t leave, please.”
“How much was I worth Jisung? How much money were you going to get for fucking me?”
“$1,500. But, I didn’t take it! I didn’t even tell them that I slept with you because I didn’t care about the bet anymore. Y/n, please believe me. I will get down on my knees if you want me to.” She just stared at me in the doorway. “I will do anything to get you to stay.” Another silence passed. I felt small under her gaze. She had every right to be furious at me. 
“Kneel.”
Quickly, I got down on my knees. I had never moved faster in my entire life. I looked up at her, sharing the same tear-stained cheeks. To my surprise, she got on her knees with me and wrapped her arms around my neck. 
“Please, don’t hurt me anymore, Ji.”
Nodding I wrapped my arms around her and pulled Y/n into my lap. “I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry. I love you, Y/n. I’m sorry.” I cried into her shoulder. We just sat on the floor of my bedroom, holding onto each other, waiting for what would happen next.
Y/n’s POV
The zipper on Jisung’s graduation gown was being a real pain in the ass. It had gotten stuck two inches from the top. They had already called my name and given me a diploma, so I came to sit with my boyfriend. He fidgeted while I sat in his lap.
“Man, this thing is tight.” 
“Well, keep in mind I didn’t make it for you. I made it for Lia. Also, do you know how many girls would love their waist to fit into this?” I said slapping his shoulder. 
“I think I’d rather be able to breathe.”
“Beauty is pain, Ji.” I said as I messed with his zipped. He nervously tapped on my thigh and waist as he listened to the Dean call out the names of students. “Damn this zipper.” My years of costume study were now being defeated by the zipper on my boyfriends graduation robe. “Ah-ha!” The zipper finally complied and moved up to the top of the robe.
“Han Jisung. Music Production Major.” The Dean called out over the speakers.
“Knock em dead, Ji,” I said kissing his cheek. Jisung smiled and walked up to the stage. Before the Dean could hand him his diploma Jisung unzipped his robe and the entire student body was filled with gasps and laughs. Jisung proudly presented himself wearing the red and black lingerie and corset I had made for Lia in the musical. It left nothing to the imagination, especially below the bodice. 
The look on the Dean’s face was priceless and Jisung twirled in front of him and laughed along with our graduating class. Jisung shook the Dean’s hand and took his diploma. Before he walked off the stage he turned around pushed his robe aside and slapped his own ass receiving many cheers and wolf whistles from the students. 
I laughed as he came back to his seat. He gave me a great big kiss and pulled me back onto his lap. “That was a piece of cake,” Jisung said, wrapping his arms around my stomach and resting his chin on my shoulder. I kissed his forehead with a big grin.
“I have never been so attracted to a man in lingerie.”
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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years ago
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glorified groupie ~ tommy lee;the dirt
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description: tommy’s fiancé makes sure you know exactly how she feels about your friendship with tommy, and tommy isn’t exactly a fan of that
pairing: tommy lee x female!reader
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You had been friends with Tommy long before the days of Mötley Crüe. In fact, you had been friends with him for so long that when the band was formed and started to get big, he insisted you come on tours with him and the boys.
“Come on, it’s only for a couple of weeks,” he’d say. “You can take a couple of weeks off work, right?”
“I can’t just up and leave work out of nowhere, Tommy,” you told him. “I don’t have that many vacation days saved up, if I leave for that long I’ll get fired.”
“Then quit! I’ll find a spot for you on tour, you can be like our roadie or something!”
Eventually, he managed to convince you to go. Deep down, you knew he’d eventually get the yes. You were so proud for him, you knew you couldn’t turn down the opportunity to watch your best friend achieve his dreams.
Of course, “just a few weeks” turned into a few months, and then about a year, and before you knew it, you were touring with Mötley Crüe basically every night. As he promised, Tommy did get you a job on tour as a sort of roadie, but their manager liked you enough that he didn’t put you to work constantly.
As to be expected, with touring came groupies and girls who wanted to get with the band members just because they were Mötley Crüe, and Tommy, the poor hopeless romantic he was, always fell for these girls. He could never see past the facade of the dazzling smiles and the meaningless words and only saw what he wanted to see, a new potential girlfriend in his eyes.
This resulted in an engagement to a very obvious groupie, Roxie.
Being the only other girl on tour with the guys, you could see right through Roxie’s loving facade. You saw the way she looked at other guys, especially members of other bands at clubs. This, unfortunately, was not limited to Tommy’s own band mate, Nikki, whom you caught sharing looks with Roxie every now and then.
You knew you had to tell Tommy, but you didn’t want to break the poor guy’s heart. He was so in love with Roxie, and he genuinely believed she loved him, too. He was constantly talking about his upcoming marriage, and his dreams for the wedding.
“Okay, check this out,” he said to you one day, falling into the chair next to you on the tour bus. He laid out a piece of paper in front of the two of you and began to draw. “The dream is an outdoor wedding. Somewhere nature-y. Have the chairs set up here, like this, and have some sort of archway here that Roxie and I will stand under. And you and the boys here - ”
“Wait,” you cut him off, “me? With the boys?”
“Yeah, I want you to be my Best Man, or I guess Best Woman.”
This was the first time Tommy had mentioned this to you. You figured he was so excited for the wedding that he forgot the part about actually telling the Groom’s Men what role they were going to play. Of course, you didn’t expect Roxie to ask you to be in her Bridal Party, not with your differences and her knowing that you saw right through her bullshit, but you were shocked that Tommy wanted to choose you over one of the guys to be his Best Man.
“I’m honored, Tommy,” you told him. “And I love your idea for the wedding, but shouldn’t you be discussing this with your bride to be?”
“She’s asleep, I’ll show her when she wakes up.”
You two sat for some time, discussing the wedding. You were making some suggestions for the reception and Tommy was crudely drawing it the best he could. Neither one of you heard Roxie walking in until she spoke.
“Well, don’t the two of you look cozy.”
You realized then that you had your head on Tommy’s shoulder and the two of you were basically cuddling. You pulled away from Tommy, trying to seem nonchalant but realizing the speed in which you pulled away made it look a little more suspicious.
“Hey baby!” Tommy said, with that goofy smile on his face. “(Y/N) was helping me place everything for our wedding! Come look.”
“Yes, for our wedding,” Roxie said, sneering the word in your direction as she sat on Tommy’s lap. You suppressed an eye roll as she kissed Tommy deeply before kissing his neck in the spot that you had become all too familiar with as being his sweet spot. “Looks great baby, I can’t wait.”
She hadn’t even looked at the paper.
Before Tommy could say anything else, one of the boys called him over to discuss the stage show. He placed Roxie on the seat next to you and left the two of you. You smiled briefly at her before going back to the book you had been reading before Tommy interrupted you.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Roxie sneered in your ear.
You looked at her in confusion. “I...don’t know what you mean?”
“You and Tommy, you’re trying to make a move on him.”
You scoffed. “Please! Tommy’s been my best friend basically my whole life. He’s in love with you and no one could take that from you. I was helping him with the wedding, that’s it.”
“My wedding,” Roxie hissed. “Please bitch, I can see right through you. I know you don’t like me because I’m on his dick and you’re not, and you’re just waiting to ruin our relationship.”
You looked over to see if Tommy was paying attention to the situation before you leaned in to whisper to Roxie, “If I wanted to ruin your relationship, I’d bring him to Nikki’s dressing room when you and him are ‘visiting’. Tommy is a good man, Roxie, and he genuinely loves you. If you don’t feel the same, I think you should end the engagement.”
Roxie scoffed this time. “There you go again! Trying to ruin my relationship!”
“Roxie, we’re friends!”
“Please, you’re a glorified groupie.”
Her words rendered you speechless. She seemed proud of that. She sat back in her seat and smirked at you as you struggled with a comeback. You were trying to hold back the lump that was growing in your throat, but it was nearly impossible. Tears were welling in your eyes, but you didn’t want to admit defeat. You had nowhere to go, though. Roxie was blocking your path.
“What did you just say?”
Neither one of you had noticed Tommy standing over you. He was looking between you and Roxie with a shocked look on his face. Roxie’s smirk didn’t go away as she openly repeated her insult.
“She’s a glorified groupie! She’s just hanging around because she wants to try and fuck you. Why else would she uproot her entire life and follow you during your entire career? She’s desperate!”
The whole bus was silent. The boys were looking at you and Roxie in shock as well. If there was one thing everyone knew about Tommy, it was that you did not insult his best friend.
“Fuck you,” Tommy hissed, which shocked everyone even more. “Jesus Christ, Roxie, how can someone be such a bitch to absolutely everyone? (Y/N) has never done anything to you, why would you say that shit about her?”
Roxie tried to stutter something out but Tommy cut her off by calling to the bus driver, “Stop the bus!”
He took a hold of Roxie’s arms and roughly pulled her out of her chair. You stood, although you weren’t sure why. You didn’t mind seeing Roxie getting what she deserved. “Tommy, what are you doing?”
“I’m done with this, Roxie,” he said, ignoring your question. “I’m done with hearing you bad mouth (Y/N), as if you’re not the one fucking Nikki. Oh yeah, I know. I’ve known for a long time, I had just hoped that if I married you, maybe you’d leave all that behind. How fucking naive was I?”
“So you’re just gonna end our engagement and kick me off the bus for that skank?” Roxie shrieked in anger.
“The only skank here is you, Roxie,” Tommy retorted. “Now get the fuck out!”
Roxie huffed in anger and exited the bus. She slammed the door so hard behind her that the entire bus shook, and as we left her, we watched her flip us off while she called out muffled insults and profanities.
Tommy was seething in anger. He went to the back room in the bus and shut the door without another word. The guys and I looked at one another, unsure as what to do.
“One of us needs to talk to him,” Vince decided.
“Not Nikki,” Mick said. “If Nikki goes in here, the kid might cut his dick off.”
“Listen, it’s not my fault, I didn’t know he was that serious about her,” Nikki tried to defend.
“Not the time, Nikki,” you cut the bassist off. “I’ll go talk to him, I technically caused all of this after all.”
You went to the back room and slowly slid the door open. You expected Tommy to yell in anger for whoever was just barging in to leave, but you were shocked to see he was looking up at you, almost expecting you to have followed him.
As if reading your mind, he explained, “You always came to check on me when I was upset.”
“That’s what friends are for,” you told him. “Are you okay, Tommy?”
“I can’t believe I tried to convince myself I was in love with her,” he sighed. “I mean, she was hot and she was an excellent fuck, but she was a fucking bitch to absolutely everyone. Do you know I haven’t brought her to meet mom and dad yet? All the times they’ve come to the sets of music videos or have seen us on tour and I made sure they wouldn’t meet Roxie cause I knew they wouldn’t approve. Roxie is not the type of girl you marry, she’s the type that...”
“You sleep with,” you finished. “A groupie.”
Tommy scoffed. “I can’t believe she called you a glorified groupie, as if you’re the one who has been sleeping with my band mate.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, like that’ll ever happen. I wouldn’t touch those boys with a ten foot pole. Nikki and Vince surely have some sort of STD, if not several, and Mick is too grumpy to want to fuck anyone.”
You and Tommy laughed together. With the threat of his awful ex-fiancee gone, you felt comfortable enough to rest your head on his shoulder. “If you didn’t really love her, why were you so excited about the wedding and planning it earlier?”
“You know me, I’m a hopeless romantic. I want to find the right girl and settle down and get married. Even if I knew Roxie wasn’t the right girl, she was the girl I was marrying. I wanted it to be a good wedding, even if I was sure the marriage wouldn’t even last.”
“You shouldn’t have to settle for whichever girl says yes to your proposal, Tom,” you told him. “You deserve a girl who will give you as much love as you give her. A girl who will give you her heart and soul, the way you give yours. A girl who loves you, and only you.”
“What if I’ve already found her?”
You lifted your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Well, if you have I’d hope you’d tell your best friend.”
Tommy smiled. “I think you know her pretty well.”
You couldn’t understand for a moment, but it clicked in when you saw the look in Tommy’s eyes. You had seen that look many times before; when he was looking at one of his girlfriends. It was a look of love, as if you were the only girl on the planet. Receiving that look, you really felt like you were.
“You like me?” you asked in disbelief.
“Took you long enough to figure out,” Tommy laughed. “I mean, I’ve only been trying to make a move our entire friendship. At first I thought you just weren’t interested, and then I realized that you just didn’t know how I felt.”
“You should’ve come out and said it!”
“But what if you said no?”
“Well, I’m not saying no, am I?”
Tommy perked up at this. “Wait..so...are you saying?”
You giggled and pulled Tommy forward to give him a small kiss. It took him by surprise and, by the time he realized and went to kiss back, you were pulling away.
“Next break you get, take me on a proper date drummer boy,” you told him.
Tommy nodded quickly. “Yeah, yeah. I mean...okay, I will.”
You giggled and kissed Tommy again, relaxing into his arms as you both decided to utilize the privacy of the back room for yourselves.
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Max/Roxanne 11 Nature Date Max and Roxanne have naked picnic and make love.
(Ao3)
On days like these Max was almost glad he didn't take his car, as it gave him so much more time to spend outside, savouring the last days of the Summer.
The pleasant air cooled him enough as he climbed the small hill outside Sponerville, giving him a picturesque view of his small town and the river than bent around it.
But the view of the town, partially hidden by the few trees that marked the mound was nothing compared to the sight of his girlfriend, as he reached his hand to help her climb.
When he saw her half an hour ago, he was already mesmerised by her white dress, but only now, as they settled their belongings in the tall grass, drowned in afternoon orange sunlight, his heart was beating faster and faster...
He never confessed how many times has he visited a very similar place in his dreams, and how have they ended...
- Max!
Her voice brought Max back to the ground, as he realised he's been staring absent-mindedly for the past few minutes at the love of his life, now unpacking their picnic basket.
- S-Sorry. - he spoke, finishing what he should have done some time ago. - It's not nice to stare... - she spoke with a dash of pretence disappointment, just to see him trying to apologise.
She giggled at once and reached her hand to calm him down, though only her lips against his worked in the end.
Roxanne graced him with a loving stare, before she turned her head, to take a look at the town underneath them.
- It's funny that we're leaving so soon, isn't it? Feels like the whole Summer just went by... - Yeah...
Max added, staring at her profile, her bushy red hair moving gently in the wind, and the expression she was hiding from him.
It's been just a day since Roxanne admitted that she wasn't going to the same college as he, and though she apologised profusely, she still felt she should have told him sooner, and that the entire picnic basket full of food wasn't enough.
She jolted when she felt his hand on her cheek, wiping away a single tear. His smile was as radiant as the one she gave him.
- Hey, it's okay. I'm proud you got accepted. And your mom must be too. - Oh yeah. - Roxanne replied - It's the same place she went to. But...
She sniffed.
- I'm just sad we're not gonna be able to see each other so often... - Hey, don't worry! - he closed his arm around her - We still have telephones, right? And the campus must have access to the Internet, so we can stay connected that way...
Roxanne turned her head, giving him a sceptical look.
- Oh, you boys are all about technology... Would you rather have chat on-line - she airquoted the last new buzzword - Or on-ground?
She patted the blanket between them, lowering her voice ever so slightly to make him swallow loudly.
- Uh, well, you know... - Yes, I do...
Roxanne leaned against him, and pressed her lips against his again, while her finger danced playfully against his Hawaiian shirt, the more she was on his side.
She let out a soft murmur, when his hand made it to her waist and slid down, faintly remembering how long did it take him to make that bold move the first time.
- Max... - she interrupted their caresses, unable to hide her emotions - I-I just-I'm gonna miss you so much... - she spoke in desperate, needy voice, leaning more and more aggressively over him. - Y-yeah, but we will visit each other... - It's all the way in Calisota, it's not hop-skip-and-jump... I think...
She leaned even further, gently pushing him to the ground.
- I think I need to make some provisions, as much as I can... - she smiled - Would you like to help me? - Y-y-yuck!
He answered, realising his sudden, nervous mistake, which, much to his delight was completely understandable to his girlfriend, who welcomed it with more laughter, until her hand properly pushed him against the blanket.
But as she did so, Max took a look around, or as much as he could from the grass level, trying to ascertain if their nature date really was that far from civilisation.
- R-Roxanne...
Max swallowed loudly, trying to gather thoughts, as his senses were overwhelmed by Roxanne's perfume and the feeling of her body pressed against his crotch.
- Ssh... - she silenced him with a gentle press of her finger against his lips - It's not illegal for a girl to sit in her boy's laps, right?
And before he could answer, she wriggled her way into his crotch, giggling as she felt his body jerked in place.
Without taking her loving eyes from her half-terrified boyfriend, she slipped her hand underneath her flimsy dress and to his jeans, fumbling with his zipper, while she spoke sweet, honeyed words to ease his worries.
- Just relax, Maxie. I will take care of everything...
And by the time she finished, she has already fished out his cock, closing her warm, delicate fingers around it, admiring how it twitched with every move of hers.
- Now, stay still...
She whispered and gently rose into the air, and lifted her dress, just to give him a tantalising view of her panties, dotted with a few unmistakable droplets of her desire, before she suddenly stopped.
- You know, I feel we can make this date even more... natural.
And without hesitation, she dragged her hem of her dress over her head, revealing her matching bra, much to Max's shock and bewilderment.
- R-Roxie! - What? - she asked, seeing his widened eyes - Haven't you ever dreamt about this?
Max swallowed loudly, watching her almost body against the orange sky. Oh, he did dream about this, many, many times. It's just usually they weren't five minutes away from the road that was just past the trees.
But Roxanne seemed to care very little about it, and as her hands reached behind her back, she heard very little objections from him and welcomed his hands back on her body, his fingers dragging the edge of her panties.
She lifted her ass, losing the texture of his hard cock just for second, while he dragged them down her legs, disrobing her completely.
For a long minute Max stared at her naked, serene body, that until now he saw only in the artificial light of either his or hers room...
- Now you...
She spoke and undid his shirt, leaning over his chest just to place a few kisses and make her nipples drag against his faint muscles.
He did the rest, fumbling a bit with his jeans, lowered half-way already, and as he sat up, he was trapped in her arms, while her body desperately tried to connect them.
But in the end, he achieved her goal, feeling the slightly colder air against his entire naked body, though that wasn't the only reason for his shiver.
- Roxanne... - Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out...
he doubted very much she would be able to, but another kiss from her but his worries away, until another, much more prominent one surfaced with the feeling of her warm wet sex touching his cock.
- Roxanne, c-condom~! - No-no need for that - she huffed - I'm-I'm safe. And besides... It wouldn't be very au naturel, would it?
She let out a loud, carnal moan as she impaled herself on him, accepting his entire length
- That's-that's how love should be made...
And with her warmth around him, Max found it very, very difficult to argue. Her lips embraced him, firing a thousand times more nerve endings than if he was using a condom, opening a whole new world of pleasure to him, and judging by her heavenly face, to her as well.
He knew that from now on he will have to combat very strong urge to not use it every time they will be making love.
He also knew how much faster will it end...
The sight of her naked body bouncing up and down, covered just by the moving shadows of the nearby tree awakened something in Max he has not realised before. Seeing her moan his name in stupor, as she lead him straight over his edge was mesmerising, and he gladly followed her, forgetting about his previous worries.
He did not care that the trees only partially covered them. He did not care that on the other side of the river was a bustling town, filled with their friends and families, and that some of them might have noticed them from the other bank. All he cared for was Roxanne and his love for her, and when her name spilled out of his throat, she cried as well, and threw her head back, letting bliss consume her.
The two half-naked youngsters toppled to the blanket, their bodies twitching and pulsing with each dose of seed Max was spilling inside her. For a good minute or two, the two basked in the warm afternoon sun and the cool breeze, while their hearts returned to their normal pace.
- You have to admit, it was exciting. - she asked, snuggling against his chest - Yeah... and potentially law-breaking. - he added, sliding his hand up and down her thighs - Well, where's fun in doing it by the rules? - Who are you, and what have you done to my top-student girlfriend? - Max cupped her face and looked right in her frisky eyes, as he pulled her into a kiss. - I've always been like that. I just needed a hot boyfriend to let me realise that...
The two shared a long, soothing kiss, before Roxanne pressed her hands against his chest, lifting herself up, while Max reached for his shirt.
But Roxanne promptly stopped him, much to his surprise.
- Didn't you hear me? About my preparations? - she leaned closer - I have to make enough love with you so it will satisfy me until Halloween...
And with that, she gently lifted herself up, showing Max a stunning view of his seed leaking onto the grass, while she backed down just a bit, before her mouth met with his half-limp cock...
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When Roxanne arrived at home, sun has almost set, but it was still half an hour until the time she told her mom she'd arrive by.
- How did your date go? - her mom leaned from the kitchen greeting her warm, satisfied smile. - Great! - Roxanne left the picnic basket on the table - Really, really great... - And what about... - Oh, he's fine. I mean, he's sad, but he's also proud, and he understood it completely. - You picked a smart boy there. - the older red-head smiled and gave her daughter a hug. - And the snacks helped too, didn't they? I told you, the way to man's heart goes through the stomach. - she joked
Roxanne laughed back and with a kiss disappeared in the hallway. Her mother opened the basket, and, upon seeing its contents, was not surprised at all that the two did not spend the afternoon eating.
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